WhimsyLand

Many Mountains Moving has a table at the AWP Book Fair and copies of our newest issue will be for sale (or for just paging through if the price of NYC hotels has left you bereft of funds).  Authors of MMM Press books will be on hand for signings at various times during the show (see our website for details).  Editors Jeffrey Lee, Thad Rutkowski and Malinda Miller will be on hand, as well as Patrick Lawler, editor of the volume's EcoPoetry section and past MMM Book Contest winner.  Editor Barbara Sorensen will be stopping in for one day, and attending Diane Glancy's panel on indigenous poets (Diane has a killerbee mixed-genre piece in this issue).  Wine and cake will served at the book signings.  Drop by and say hello!

Boy, those people from Wisconsin just don't get a break.  It was in the low 40's in Eau Claire yesterday and the sun finally came out and the weeks' old snow started melting.  Today the expected low is -12 with -30 degrees wind chill factor and Junie says they've already closed the schools for the day. 
 

(Later that day).

So things were going pretty well today.  We landed a huge engagement that will keep us busy until next summer, on top of a ton of work we already have.  The guys and I were making excellent progress on a number of fronts when we lost power to all the systems on the east side of the office.  Dima and I moseyed over to the 50 amp breaker box that is dedicated to the downstairs office and noticed that one breaker was reset.  Pushing it back on just resulted in sparks, not a good sign.  We methodically unplugged all of the computers, monitors, switches, UPSs, and assorted power-consuming paraphernalia and plugged them in one at a time until we found the culprit − a power cord to a USB hub that was pretty chewed up.  Then we noticed that a couple of Ethernet drop cables were chewed down to bare wires, too.  We've caught Miss Emily doing a little recreational gnawing but didn't realize it was this bad.  It looks like Em will be barred from the office now.  I'd hate to find her fried, smoking and hairless like that cat in Christmas Vacation.