Wired has a post on Dance Dance Immolation, which I saw my friend Bort play at this year’s Burning Man. They also have a 6-word short story from one of my favorite sci-fi authors, James Patrick Kelly.

On Saturday, I failed yet again to find a Geocache in which to store the travel bug I have been hoarding at my house for the past several months. Mr. Teef is getting hungry, because I can’t find even the simplest of caches.

I’ve been traveling so much I am starting to get confused about where I am, what time it is, and what the temperature should be outside. Lima was one hour behind Fairfax, foggy and mild. Iquitos was one hour behind, HOT and HUMID. San Francisco was warm and sunny and three hours behind. Fairfax was downright cold, near freezing, when I returned. Then it warmed up some and rained. Now I’m an hour behind and it’s hot again, though dry. ‘Course, we fell back for Daylight Savings Time last night which means that when it is 6 o’clock pm here, my stomach thinks it is 8 pm. It doesn’t help that in my travels today there was Seattle’s Best Coffee in Atlanta, See’s Candies in the San Antonio airport, and a Walgreen’s with signs PRIMARILY in Spanish and secondarily in English right near my hotel. Melting pot indeed.