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Belated Saturday Special from the Vaults: Sonnet Sonnet

Delayed once more by festive cheer, I make my first post of the year! *** How serious are you, my poet friend, About the craft to which your heart aspires? Do your words borrow pain, and seek to lend Unto the world the vision it requires? Do you object to light verse as a waste Of energy best spent on grander things? Do you desire to scale the heights and taste The clear, sweet air where lofty language rings? To don poetic glory like a bonnet, My friend, I think that you should write a sonnet.

Posted by Edward Willett at 0:55, January 3rd, 2012 under Blog, Poetry | Comment now »

Bless me, Father Rhysling, for I have sinned…

Inspired by the column about science fiction poetry I wrote today for the next issue of the Saskatchewan Writers' Guild's magazine Freelance, I have done something I rarely do, and committed the act of poetry; specifically, the act of science fiction limerick. An unpublished writer of rhyme Travelled three hundred years back in time. He stole from a poet Who, unborn, didn’t know it. Plagiarizing the future’s no crime! I apologize to any and all actual poets in the audience.

Posted by Edward Willett at 17:30, May 30th, 2011 under Blog | Comment now »

From Squid to Eternity

Margaret Atwood (in)famously referred to science fiction as "talking squids in outer space," a remark to which I would take great umbrage if not for the fact that my DAW novel Lost in Translation contains a character, Karak, master of the Guild of Translators, described thusly:  Free of the watersuit and its exoskeleton, his shape was nothing bipedal at all; his almost globular, iridescent body, from which writhed six locomotive tentacles and six manipulators, moved through the water with boneless grace, gill-slits pulsating below the fringe of feeding-tentacles that encircled his beak.  It seemed odd to hear perfect home-planet S’sinn emerging from that alien mouth. For all intents and purposes, then, Lost in Translation ...

Posted by Edward Willett at 9:31, February 17th, 2011 under Blog | 2 Comments »

Steamed-Rice Mommy’s Coming to Town

While looking for something entirely different in my computer files (The Mixed-Up Files of Edward C. Willett, which would be a great title for a book if someone hadn't already kind of gotten there first), I came across this audio recording from a couple of years ago, when my daughter was seven. Ladies and gentlemen, I present the Willett Duo with their rendition of "Steamed-Rice Mommy's Coming to Town," inspired by the gripping real-life saga of...supper. It provides 100 percent of your dailycuteness requirement! Click to play: Steamed Rice Mommy's Coming to Town (The photo: Me and Alice, of course.)

Posted by Edward Willett at 8:50, February 16th, 2011 under Blog | Comment now »

What’s in a name, continued

Well, the final bio for my alter ego, Lee Arthur Chane, is rather staid compared to the fanciful flights of fancy I could have indulged in. In fact, it's my own bio, just tweaked a little to emphasize the fact that Chane is going to be known (hopefully) as a fantasy writer: Born in the mystical mountains of New Mexico, taken on an epic journey from there to the wide-open and oddly named land of Saskatchewan as a child, familiar with both blazing heat and bitter cold, Lee Arthur Chane might have been destined to be a fantasy writer. But in his personal quest to become one, he’s also studied journalism in ...

Posted by Edward Willett at 8:43, January 12th, 2011 under Blog | Comment now »

The conspiracy of inanimate objects

I have come to the inescapable conclusion, over my half-century of life, that there exists, within the world of inanimate objects, a conspiracy; a conspiracy to make my life as inconvenient as possible. Let is examine the evidence. Cables tangle when I'm around, and wrap themselves around other objects that fly off shelves or out of drawers when the cables are pulled, crashing onto my foot. Objects leap out at me so that I either trip over them or stub my toe on them. Walls lean in as I walk by, so that I run into corners and doorways. Ice creeps around on sidewalks when I'm not looking, positioning itself ...

Posted by Edward Willett at 10:26, January 10th, 2011 under Blog | Comment now »

The 2009 Ig Nobel Prizes

[podcast]http://edwardwillett.com/wp-content/upLoads//2009/10/Ig-Nobels-2009.mp3[/podcast] The 2009 Ig Nobel Awards for “research that first makes you laugh, then makes you think,” given by the scientific humor magazine Annals of Improbable Research, were presented last Thursday at Harvard University’s Sanders Theatre. And I think I must begin with the Public Health Prize, which went to Elena N. Bodnar, Raphael C. Lee, and Sandra Marijan of Chicago, who on August 14, 2007, received U.S. patent #7255627 for a “Garment Device Convertible to One or More Facemasks.” What that patent title doesn’t tell you is that the “garment device” in question is a brassiere that can be turned into two face masks, one for the wearer of the brassiere (presumably) and the other for a needy bystander of the brassiere ...

Posted by Edward Willett at 11:45, October 7th, 2009 under Blog, Columns, Science Columns | Comment now »

Be safe out there!

It's Terra Insegura launch day. Please don't get trampled in the mad rush by thousands of screaming fans into bookstores in search of a copy. Oh, wait. I'm confusing myself with Stephanie Meyer again.

Posted by Edward Willett at 10:01, May 5th, 2009 under Blog | 1 Comment »

The album cover meme

This fun little exercise popped up on Facebook, but I decided to do it here (and leave off the "tag everyone you've ever met" or similar instructions; I don't tag). But feel free if  you think it looks like fun.To make your band's album cover, do the following:1 - To get the name of your band, go to Wikipedia and hit “random” or click here. The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.2 - To get your album title, go to Quotations Page and select "random quotations" or click here. The last ...

Posted by Edward Willett at 10:16, February 26th, 2009 under Blog | Comment now »

The hazards of bad jokes

How often have you heard someone say, “I just can’t tell a joke?”How often have you then heard the person who made that self-deprecating claim attempt to do just that?According to recent research, if you truly believe the former, you should stick to your guns, because telling a bad joke in a social situation can actually be hazardous.And by bad jokes, we’re not talking about dirty jokes, racist jokes, or ethnic jokes. We’re talking about jokes that just aren’t that funny. Specifically, in fact, this joke:“What did the big chimney say to the little chimney?”“Nothing. Chimneys can’t talk.”It was this joke (discovered by Googling “bad jokes”) that Nancy ...

Posted by Edward Willett at 10:49, February 17th, 2009 under Science Columns | Comment now »