Happy New Year

Yo it's two-thousand-seventeen, I want y'all to meet deltron zero, and automator.

Yo it's two-thousand-seventeen, I want y'all to meet deltron zero, and automator.

 

Well. That was a rough one.

For the apocalyptically-inclined, the existentially stoic, the Escape-From-LA bombs-away crowd, things might be seeming on the up. There's a part of me that sympathizes with that vision, that theoretically wouldn't mind seeing the Planet of the Apes meets Mad Max: Fury Road version of Planet Earth. It would be fine for a two-hour movie. But it's the lastingness of it, the people who aren't going to make it out, that gives me real pause.

We thought 2016 was going to be a good year, and we were wrong. Now we are all doom-and-gloom for 2017, and if there's one thing I've found unnaturally reliable, it's the universe's ability to make fun of human prognostication. Here's hoping for unexpected breakthroughs in clean energy, certain world leaders falling on their faces early and often, and Sunday mornings full of unexpectedly good brunches.

Happy New Year, everyone. Hoping to tackle translation in a more serious way this year, publish a few stories, and continue working on the big mammoth novel that makes me nervous every time I crack it open. I'm currently shopping around a story set in a virtual reality Heian court, and a hilarious little fantasy about Donald Trump tackling a nuclear crisis. Music I'm making with my brother Rob continues to take shape. And if we can make it to the other side without any nuclear weapons going off, all the better.