Rhiannon Held / R. Z. Held

Category: ye olde day job

  • Basement Coyotes

    This week seems to be a waiting game: both the markets I have stories with at the moment are taking longer than usual to get back to me, though I suppose I can’t blame the reply coming via mail snails. The mail snails are very earnest! They’ve dropped off a great number of my short…

  • Dreams and Archaeology

    Been a busy few days: I got a sudden whim to finish a couple of short stories that needed one only very tweaking revision pass. I’d been planning to get to them after I sent off my novel, but then with my novel getting bought and all… First one is in the mail, I’d be…

  • Radcon photos

    I have arrived back home and survived a somewhat blurry day at the day job! Radcon was lots of fun, and I have assembled a few illustrative photos to demonstrate such.

  • Conservation of flatware

    Still recovering today from an early morning being airport taxi for my sister, after travel adventures with missed flights yesterday. Now I’m back at work, and she’s probably partying in NYC by now (the lucky dog!) Either that, or passed out from travel exhaustion… I’ll be posting a little less for a while, as it’s…

  • Acronyms

    Today was a day full of looking up information on the DAHP web portal, and it got me to thinking about the randomness of rules for how people end up pronouncing acronyms. That one up there is the Department of Archaeology and Historic Preservation, or “dap”. It’s the state agency that oversees our company’s work…

  • Maps

    Today, the boundary of construction ground disturbance I am transferring onto a map looks exactly like a baby triceratops (I know they’re not a real dinosaur, but it’s my childhood, man!) missing its front legs. Poor amputee triceratops baby. 🙁 Will no one donate for prosthetics? Ladies and gentlemen: what you get when you cross…

  • Property assessment

    Things normal people do not find humor in: county property assessment websites. I know what causes it, of course. It’s that once you spend too much time in one, delving it its inner workings, you start to discover its soul. From there, you can find the humor of it truly on its own terms. Either…

  • Obligatory snow post

    So there was snow in Seattle yesterday. It was not terribly exciting, since I got to drive a whole three minutes in it home from choir, and then it rained in the night. Thus, I Splooshed to work this morning. It deserves the capital. This wasn’t slush piled up beside the road. No, this was…

  • Work conversations

    Today at work we were in the process of cleaning out our lab and storage space downstairs a little. One of my coworkers discovered a proof sheet and set of negatives tucked away on a shelf somewhere, and started taking it around to all the bosses who had been with the company long enough to…

  • Art Museum

    My friend and I went to the SAM (Seattle Art Museum) yesterday, in hopes of getting into the Picasso exhibit, but on arrival we found that they only had tickets for a timed entry five hours ahead. So we poked around the regular galleries instead since it had been a while since I’d seen those.…