I don't ever anticipate this really being a problem, but as I expect my work may be receiving somewhat wider distribution, this seems like a cheap precaution to take.
If you anticipate voting for the Hugos this year and if you were disappointed by last years choices for short story and you'd be interested in discussing ideas to improve the situation, please comment on this post. If I get enough interest, I plan on adding a new filter so as to not bother the rest of the people reading my LJ.
"Circling the Earth in my orbital spaceship I marveled at the beauty of our planet. People of the world, let us safeguard and enhance this beauty — not destroy it!" Yuri Gagarin, first human in space, April 12, 1961
Earth, a blue ball of blown glass, Hangs in space, catching the sunlight, Delicate, fragile, and luminous Shining like a priceless sapphire, a rare gem Among planets. There are hints of others,
But Earth is still the only known to have life, An oasis in the cosmic desert. Unlike the other rocks spinning In our solar system, Earth has A bubble of life’s essence, liquid water.
A bubble flying through the cosmos: Spaceship Earth, where we are the crew Charged with safeguarding the passengers And cargo, using our limited onboard Supplies and the bounty of the sun.
Earth’s a clock that ticks away the days and years; Let us use the meager time we each have to ensure it still measures time for our heirs.
Earth’s a complex craft; let’s study its cycles and systems and learn to keep it in good repair. Earth’s a wellspring; let’s not poison it but share it with those who thirst and hunger. Earth’s a jewel; let’s keep it’s flawless facets clean and clear, conserving it’s uniqueness.
When I see the first green shoots begin to show When I feel again on my face the sun’s heat When I hear the chirp and peep and trill and tweet When I grumble about how much tax I owe
When I see the purple, white, and gold blooms grow When I feel, through my hair, the warm breeze blow When I hear, into vernal pools, cold springs run When I remember Concord and Lexington
When I see crows and sparrows flying to and fro When I smell musty leaves and wet earth thawing When I taste bitter herbs and baked unleavened dough When I celebrate another year’s turning
When snow falls, then melts the very next day Then I know, at last, Winter has gone away.
Note: I'm counting states that I've at least driven through (e.g. Indiana, W. Virginia) but not states where I've only been in the airport (e.g. Michigan.)
...I would be in trouble today. As I was walking to work, a black cat crossed my path (I stopped to pet it, of course) right across from house #13. I passed a couple ladders but neither was in a position to be walked under.