- Deafheaven: Sunbather
- Swans: The Seer
- Jesu: Ascension
- The Men: Open Your Heart
- Locrian: Return to Annihilation
- White Lung: Deep Fantasy
- Pallbearer: Sorrow and Extinction
- Iceage: New Brigade
- My Bloody Valentine: mbv
- Fucked Up: David Comes to Life
- Cult of Youth: Love Will Prevail
- Wolves in the Throne Room: Celestial Lineage
- PJ Harvey: Let England Shake
- Circle Takes the Square: Decompositions: Volume Number One
- Sunn O))) / Ulver: Terrestrials
- Prurient: Bermuda Drain
- Joanna Newsom: Have One on Me
- Liturgy: Aesthethica
- Godspeed You! Black Emperor: Allelujah! Don't Bend! Ascend!
- Chelsea Wolfe: Pain Is Beauty
- Ty Segall: Sleeper
- Titus Andronicus: The Monitor
- Mamiffer: Mare Decendrii
- Waxahatchee: Cerulean Salt
- Metz: Metz
- SubRosa: More Constant Than the Gods
- Protomartyr: Under Color of Official Right
- Bill Callahan: Dream River
- Deafheaven: Roads to Judah
- Speedy Ortiz: Major Arcana
- Merchandise: Children of Desire
- Loma Prieta: I.V.
- David Bowie: The Next Day
- Converge: All We Love We Leave Behind
- Agalloch: Marrow of the Spirit
- Marissa Nadler: July
- Earth: Angels of Darkness, Demons of Light 1
- Code Orange Kids: Love is Love/Return to Dust
- No Age: Everything in Between
- Destruction Unit: Deep Trip
- Ceremony: Rohnert Park
- Swans: My Father Will Guide Me Up a Rope to the Sky
- Inter Arma: Sky Burial
- Pianos Become the Teeth: The Lack Long After
- Perfect Pussy: Say Yes to Love
- YOB: Atma
- Lower: Seek Warmer Climes
- Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra: Fuck Off Get Free We Pour Light on Everything
- Self Defense Family: Try Me
- Lycus: Tempest
- Japandroids: Celebration Rock
- Trap Them: Darker Handcraft
- Kinit Her: The Poet & the Blue Flower
- Cult Ritual: LP1
- Screaming Females: Ugly
- The Haxan Cloak: Excavation
- Tombs: Path of Totality
- Cold Cave: Cherish the Light Years
- Krallice: Diotima
- Priests: Bodies and Control and Money and Power
- The Body: I Shall Die Here
- P.S. Eliot: Sadie
- : No Devolucion
- Swans: To Be Kind
- Tigers Jaw: Charmer
- Arctic Flowers: Reveries
- Year of the Goat: Angels’ Necropolis
- York Factory Complaint: Lost in the Spectacle
- Savages: Silence Yourself
- Horseback: Half Blood
- White Suns: Totem
- Total Abuse: Mutt
- Cloud Rat: Moksha
- The Pains of Being Pure at Heart: Belong
- Emma Ruth Rundle: Some Heavy Ocean
- High on Fire: De Vermis Mysteriis
- Have a Nice Life: The Unnatural World
- Amebix: Sonic Mass
- Wild Flag: Wild Flag
- Barn Owl: Ancestral Star
- Touche Amore: Parting the Sea Between Brightness and Me
- Neil Young / Crazy Horse: Psychedelic Pill
- Fear of Men: Loom
- Windhand: Soma
- The Saddest Landscape: You Will Not Survive
- Barren Harvest: Subtle Cruelties
- Pissed Jeans: Honeys
- La Dispute: Rooms of the House
- Taurus: No/Thing
- The Soft Moon: The Soft Moon
- Pig Destroyer: Book Burner
- Ted Leo and the Pharmacists: The Brutalist Bricks
- Rush: Clockwork Angels
- Baroness: Yellow & Green
- Bob Mould: Silver Age
- Oranssi Pazuzu: Velonielu
- Planning For Burial: Desideratum
- Blood and Sun: White Storms Fall
- Russian Circles: Empros
- Ex Hex: Rips
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Friday, March 21, 2014
Saturday, March 8, 2014
-A word has no arms, legs, or eyes.
-Words live where there is food, moisture, oxygen, and a favorable temperature. If they don’t have these things, they go somewhere else.
-In one acre of land, there can be more than a million words.
-Slime, which words secrete, contains nitrogen.
-Charles Darwin spent 39 years studying words more than 100 years ago.
-Words are coldblooded.
-Words have the ability to replace or replicate lost segments. This ability varies greatly depending on the amount of damage to the word and where it is cut.
-Words are not born. They hatch from cocoons smaller than a grain of rice.
-Even though words don’t have eyes, they can sense light, especially at their anterior (front end). They move away from light and will become paralyzed if exposed to light for too long.
-Words are hermaphrodites. Each word has both male and female organs. Words mate by joining their clitella (swollen area near the head of a mature word) and exchanging sperm. Then each word forms an egg capsule in its clitellum.
-Words can eat their weight each day.
-If a word’s skin dries out, it will die.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Monday, December 23, 2013
On Such a Full Sea by Chang-rae Lee (Riverhead, Jan. 7)
Shovel Ready by Adam Sternbergh (Crown, Jan. 14)
Red Rising by Pierce Brown (Random House, Jan. 28)
Hang Wire by Adam Christopher (Angry Robot, Jan. 28)
Strange Bodies by Marcel Theroux (Farrar, Straus & Giroux, Feb. 4)
Annihilation by Jeff VanderMeer (FSG Originals, Feb. 4)
The Waking Engine by David Edison (Tor, Feb. 11)
Black Moon by Kenneth Calhoun (Hogarth, Mar. 4)
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Along with more writing. Lots and lots of writing. Algebraically paradoxical shitloads of writing. Or something.
UPDATE: I almost forgot that one of my old bands, Red Cloud West, played a reunion show last month. It was fun as hell, especially seeing as how I (sadly) don't have time to be in a full-time band right now. Hmmm, maybe I need to add that to the 2014 to-do list. I clearly don't have enough stuff on there as is.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
FRIDAY, OCT. 18
Panel: Are Writing Workshops Worth It?
With Jason Heller, Ian Tregillis, S.J. Chambers, Matthew S. Rotundo, Thea Hutcheson
3 p.m., Grand Mesa B-C
FRIDAY, OCT. 18
Readings by Jason Heller and David Riley
7 p.m., Wind River B
SATURDAY, OCT. 19
Panel: Beyond Brass And Goggles
With Jason Heller, S.J. Chambers, David Riley, Guy Anthony De Marco, Sam Knight
3 p.m., Wind River B
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Yes, I got married. On September 14, my girlfriend of six years, Angie, tied the knot with me during a small, quiet ceremony on the roof of our apartment building. It was beautiful and she is beautiful, and our wedding is by far the most important thing to happen to my since I blogged last. Heck, maybe even my whole life and stuff.
But there's something else pretty important that happened to me this month. On September 1, during the World Science Fiction Convention in San Antonio, I won a Hugo Award.
I didn't do it alone. As the highest honor in the realm of science fiction and fantasy, the Hugo is reserved for really badass writers, artists, podcasters, and so forth. They also give them to editors, and that's what I won for -- as part of the 2012 editorial team of Clarkesworld Magazine. I won alongside publisher Neil Clarke and cohorts Sean Wallace and Kate Baker, with whom I served last year as Clarkesworld's nonfiction editor. The Hugo ceremony was amazing, although nowhere near as amazing as my wedding ceremony, I should hasten to point out.
What else? Oh, right. I started teaching a science fiction and fantasy curriculum at Lighthouse Writers Workshop here in Denver. I am truly lucky to be able to foist my warped taste on others, and to help guide them toward their goals as SF/F writers. Fingers crossed, this curriculum will thrive, and there will be a new place for aspiring genre writers in the Denver area to convene, workshop, and grow.
Lots of other incredible stuff has been happening here in the wide world of Heller, which is neither particularly wide nor particularly much of a world. More like the narrow cell in which I pace, laptop dangling from the ceiling by some cruel torturer, my sole source of both torment and commune with the universe. But I won't bore you with all that.
I'm much too happy at the moment. Happy, and just a bit lax.