Says internet anagram guru Anu Garg, "All the life's wisdom can be found in anagrams. Anagrams never lie." So:

slush: antarctic weblog

= subglacial cents' worth
= snowbelt gala, rich cuts
= calculates bright snow
= charts a cult in weblogs
= calculating web-shorts
= hosting web-cult rascal
= uncatchable girl swots
= clutch slow bergs, Tania
= cashable snow-cult grit
= web. nights. calculators.
= such tragical snowbelt
= we, clutching albatross (definite Coleridge reference)
= wretch botanical slugs (definite leech reference)

nerdling in antarctica

= intragalactic nerd inn
= erratic, indignant clan
= radical, entrancing nit
= narrated-act inclining
= rant-inciting calendar (undeniable)
= narrating nil accident (promising)
= critical antenna grind (definitely describing my work down there)
= tantric cardigan-linen (I got nothing... no, wait, an allusion to the short story of mine that just got published by this publisher?)

While I'm talking the how-did-that-shameless-plug-slip-in talk: I'm speaking on a panel about travel writing on Friday at the National Young Writers' Festival in Newcastle, part of the annual This Is Not Art festival. It's from 4-6 pm with Ben Kazel, George Dunford and Moses Eaton, who have written Lonely Planet guides, got stuck in the Amazon and much more other stuff that makes them infinitely more qualified than me. Get the details from the program; check out some photos from last year; and wonder why the big 'This Is Not Art' namesake-graffiti on the side of the Latec building got painted over just before the festival after being a cultural icon for years and years.

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The Anagram Page = Gag per anathema. So: I'm sorry.