The light in Vail is bright bright white, as if everywhere else was on battery power and in Arizona, they plugged into the wall. There's no visible pollution, and the sky hangs low. The clouds stand out in crisp 3-D, every detail sharp as if it had just been carved. The dirt is pale red-brown, and cracks into plates when you prod it. Pebbles are white quartzite, agate, flecked with mica: every one a little gem.

...but mostly we hung out and chit-chatted. If you have any interest at all in sagas, join our new community, [livejournal.com profile] sagafans! Critical analysis, commentary, and fanfic all OK!

[livejournal.com profile] coraa and I, bemoaning the TMI of many Facebook updates, decided that being telepathic would be like Facebook with more sexual fantasies, a horrifying running stream of

My butt itches.

I just ate a taco.

I just burped.


interspersed with porny imagery. We decided that being telepathic is one of the worst possible powers. Telekinesis would be cool, though we'd get even more out of shape due to the possibility and amusement factor of being able to sit on the sofa and float Cokes out of the refrigerator and mentally flip channels on the TV.

Sherwood and I drove back together - actually, she did nearly all the driving - which was much more tolerable than doing it on my own. Though we did little physical writing, we worked out a whole bunch of plot, character, and worldbuilding-related things for one of our collaborative projects, all of which I'm very excited to actually write in. The world is feeling very lived-in to me, partly because it's an altered version of actual places I know. And though we don't actually see Arizona onstage (maybe in some flashbacks or reminisces) it's there, just miles away from where the action's taking place. It's good to know what's beyond the places you're writing about, or at least if you're a place-fixated writer like me it's good to know.

Also, we decided that our hero needs to be attacked more by plants.

In a fantastic early birthday present, she took me to Spread, the vegetarian restaurant in San Diego which is actually good (I am generally very suspicious of vegetarian food), and had lavender lemonade, spiced pommes frites with homemade ketchup from heirloom tomatoes and rose hips, fried green tomatoes (a bit soggy and over-vinegared), a stunning "grits" made from walnuts and sweet corn, and angel hair pasta with vegetables and garlic that was perfectly savory and comforting. I nearly licked the plate.

Thanks Sherwood! I am still laughing at how you kept it a total secret, putting up with me grumpily suggesting that we just go to the nearest restaurant, until you walked me inside.

From: [identity profile] faithhopetricks.livejournal.com


being telepathic would be like Facebook with more sexual fantasies, a horrifying running stream

That is HORRIBLY PLAUSIBLE.

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Somehow Douglas Adams failed to mention that specific symptom of the affliction of the people of Belcerebon 6.

From: [identity profile] spectralbovine.livejournal.com


the vegetarian restaurant in San Diego which is actually good (I am generally very suspicious of vegetarian food)
Have you been to Herbivore during any of your trips up here? It's really good. I am big fan of their BBQ soy chicken sandwich and soy chicken shawarma.

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Heh! I am still cackling over how iPhone led us right to the correct street, after the signage on 8 failed so spectacularly.

Wow that was a delicious meal. I think another jaunt there is indicated.

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Absolutely! The menu changes daily, so there'll always be new choices.

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That meal sounds amazing. Homemade ketchup made from heirloom tomatoes and rose hips?! That's pretty awesome.

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Okay, obviously I do not get out enough because Spread is roughly a block and half from my place and I have never eaten there. Obviously now I shall have to drag Jules and Kelly over there for dinner.

Was there anything on the menu that you wish you'd tried but didn't?

From: [identity profile] rachelmanija.livejournal.com


Sherwood and I would go again, too!

The menu changes daily! I think the grits and pasta are perennials, though. If you go, tell the owner (blonde scruffy guy) that I sent you. (Say, "Halley Stanford's friend.")

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Oh my goodness, that food sounds marvelous. I can't even decide what sounds best! Although lavender lemonade, oh, I must try making that.
larryhammer: drawing of a wildhaired figure dancing, label: "La!" (La!)

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The light in Vail is bright bright white, as if everywhere else was on battery power and in Arizona, they plugged into the wall.

I like this comparison so much, I want to steal it but I can't because a) it's yours in the first place and 2) by its nature it won't fit in what I'm writing right now and iii) see a.

I need a desert icon ...

---L.

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Why thank you! But I bet I find occasion to re-use it later. (Sadly, it would not work in my current thing either, as they don't have batteries after the apocalypse.)
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