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Just in the past week, I got to wondering when they were going to publish the papers from last spring's academic conference on the 50th anniversary of the Mets. 

Wonder no more, Ray; the email came today:

As a result of the success of the conference, we would like to assemble a selection of the papers presented at the conference for publication in a book-length collection.  All papers presented at the conference will be considered for publication, although not all papers may appear in the anthology.  We are working with a potential publisher, and it is their requirements that will determine the length of the book.

Please see the instructions on the attached page for details on formatting and submission of papers.

 Which would be behind this hyar cut:

( T to the L; DR, DR, T to the L; DR.... )

And there you have it. The dirty dozen (plus the nonexistent Rule 6). All doable in just over a month, but volunteers are eagerly sought to tell me how close I already am and how persnickety I should expect these Dumbledores to be over things like 40-year old jokes about the blue lines in hockey.

On a mostly unrelated note: if you previously got sent my NaNo, please give me your peace, love or understanding (or their opposites if needed) on that rather than taking on this task. Because with one and a half exceptions, nobody who got sent the beta has sent me back anything.  If that's just a kind way of calling it slush, I understand completely. And, after procrastinating for almost three weeks of the NaNo month, I'm hardly one to complain to anyone about taking too long.