I had my reading with John Shirley in SF last night. John led off with a beautiful performance: excerpts of his apocalypse novel The Other End, coming out this summer. I read my story “Chu and the Nants” which will be in Isaac Asimov’s SF Magazine in June. The story is also part of the first chapter of Postsingular, my novel-in-progress.

The gentlemen on the left are Adam Cornford, who teaches at the New College, and Terry Bisson, fellow SF writer. Bisson and Cornford are working to set up a monthly session of SF readings, next month will be Terry and Pat Murphy.

I taped my reading and put it on Rudy Rucker Podcasts.

As I mentioned before, John Shirley and I are reading in SF today, Tuesday, 7 PM, New College Theater, 777 Valencia St. near 19th, Parking lot on 21st near Valencia. That's NOT a map of SF below, that's Fresno State because…

On Thursday I’ll be giving a talk on “Gnarly Computation” as a guest of the Math Department at Fresno State College. The talk will be will be in the University Business Center (attached to the Peters Business Building) from 4 to 5PM.

“H.P. Lovecraft’s Seafood Cart”, 1993 Todd Schorr. I love this picture; it's the cover of a book of comix based on H. P. Lovecraft stories. For lots more great Todd Schorr pictures, see his home page.

Can't look at just one Todd Schorr picture. Rembember I mentioned my fear of Mr. Peanut the other day? Here he is in Todd's picture, “A Goober and a Tuber in an Exchange of Fisticuffs.” 1998 Todd Schorr.

I’ve been thinking about cuttlefish and Cthulhu lately — Cthulhu being the H. P. Lovecraft alien whose face is covered with tentacles. I got the New American Library edition of H. P. Lovecraft for my birthday, and read “The Call of Cthulhu,” and then my friend Paul Di Filippo lent me a cool movie of the story, a low-budget but very clever production by the H. P. Lovecraft Historical Society.

I’m planning to have Pharaoh cuttlefish play a role in Postsingular; they squirmed into Spaceland and Frek and the Elixir as well.

On Easter, my cousin told me about a new variation on the Mandelbrot set called the Buddhabrot. There’s a variant called the Nebulabrot as well.

Oddly enough, the Nebulabrot looks exactly like a cuttlefish larva!

On Easter the rain ended and we saw a rainbow.

“…and now, in the Zone, later in the day he became a crossroad, after a heavy rain he doesn’t recall, Slothrop sees a very thick rainbow here, a stout rainbow c*ck driven down out of the pubic clouds into Earth, green wet valleyed Earth, and his chest fills and he stands crying, not a thing in his head, just feeling natural…” Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow, p. 626 old edition, p. 638 new edition.

The rainbow led to pirate flag on the other side of our valley.

I’m gonna dig up gold.

Don’t forget my “Dread Lords of Cyberpunk” reading on Tuesday, with John Shirley, at 7 pm APRIL 18 at “SF in SF: A Monthly Series of Science Fiction Readings and Discussions at New College of California in San Francisco Curated by Adam Cornford and Terry Bisson,” New College Valencia Theater, 777 Valencia St., San Francisco ($4 at the door, free to New College community). I’ll be reading my short story “Chu and the Nants,” which is part of the first chapter of Postsingular, and which will appear in Isaac Asimov’s SF magazine in June.

One more varation on the notion of a metanovel from my Chapter Three.

{Begin Postsingular novel excerpt.}

Intense, lipsticked, nail-biting Carla Standard had used what she called a simworld approach in creating her metanovel You’re a Bum! Her virtual characters were artificially alive, always in action, and somewhat unpredictable, a bit like the non-player-characters in an old-school videogame. Rather than writing story lines, Carla endowed her characters with goals and drives, leaving them free to interact like seagulls in a wheeling flock.

You’re a Bum! was experienced through a single character’s point-of-view, this protagonist being a homeless young woman who was enlisting people to help her unearth the truth about the mysterious disappearance of her kiqqie boyfriend. There was some chance that he’d been abducted by aliens. The heroine was bedeviled both by her mother’s attempts to have her brought home, and by the advances of a predatory pimp. Backing her up were an innocent younger-brother figure, a potential new boyfriend, a mysterious federal agent, a wise old junkie, and a cohort of hard-partying lesbians. For the You’re a Bum! dialogue and graphics, Carla had her beezies patching in data from the day-to-day world: conversations of kiqqies in Mission bars, shops, apartments and alleyways.

Each user’s You’re a Bum! experience was further tailored with data drawn from the user’s personal meshes and social situations. In other words, you saw something vaguely resembling your own life you accessed Carla’s metanovel. Thuy’s two sessions with You’re a Bum! had proved painful, even lacerating.

First she’d relived the moment last spring when she and Jayjay stood under a flowering plum tree off Mission Street, Jayjay shaking the tree to make the petals rain down on her, Jayjay’s eyes melting with love. And then she’d seen their breakup, but more objectively than before: Thuy hung-over from the Big Pig, her leg-warmers in disarray, hysterically screaming at Jayjay in a mural-lined alley, and poor Jayjay’s trembling fingers nervously adjusting his coat and hat.

Thuy nursed the irrational suspicion that Carla had deliberately made Jayjay more sympathetic than her, and that Carla had done this as an oblique way of flirting with Jayjay — Thuy thought this even though, at another level, she realized that Carla had absolutely no fine-grained control over individual users’ emergent experiences with You’re a Bum! Yes, she was losing it. Why did she have to miss Jayjay so much?

{End Postsingular novel excerpt.}