ugh thud.

Jul. 24th, 2014 02:14 pm
jazzfish: an open bottle of ether, and George conked out (Ether George)
Spent half an hour this morning chasing Chaos around with a spoonful of wet food and a couple of pills.

Yesterday, found out CBS has revised the malaria guidelines as of Monday, and having visited any part of Jalisco (the state containing Guadalajara and Ajijic) puts you under a twelve-month ban on donating blood.

Too many things to pack and not enough boxes to pack them in. Somehow despite offloading an awful lot of books over the past six months to a year, we have almost the same number of boxes of books and we're running low on 703 banker's boxes.

Construction is ongoing in the apartment three floors up, a frequent buzzing/drilling/jackhammering noise.

We move in two and a half weeks. This is simultaneously not soon enough and not nearly enough time.

If you happen to see my focus please return it to this address.
jazzfish: "Do you know the women's movement has no sense of humor?" "No, but hum a few bars and I'll fake it!" (the radical notion that women are people)
At Wiscon last year (2013), Elise Matthesen filed a harassment report against Jim Frenkel, a senior editor at Tor Books.

This official report seems to have triggered a whole slew of additional (mostly unofficial) reports, enough that the end result was for Frenkel and Tor Books to part ways.

Frenkel returned to WisCon this year (2014), and much hubbub was raised. In the process of the hubbub, it came out that the Wiscon concom had 1) "lost" a report of harassment by another individual, and 2) spread false information about Elise's harassment report.

To their credit, Wiscon, having exhausted all other options, started doing what looked like it might be the right thing: they formed a committee to look into l'affaire Frenkel.

The committee released its report today. (Linking to James Nicoll rather than directly to the report as there's some good discussion and interesting backstory in his comments. Summary: Frenkel is definitely banned from Wiscon 2015, and *maybe* for up to three years after.)

This... would seem to be insufficient, and a privileging of the rights of the accused over those of the harassed. It's like, to paraphrase someone ([ profile] vschanoes?) in James's comments earlier, they saw the Readercon debacle, and rather than saying "oh, we should do something to make sure that doesn't happen here!" said "thank god we're awesome enough that that will never happen here!"

A number of people have already declared their intention to not return to Wiscon next year. Elise, I believe, is going to Balticon instead.

Well. Balticon is certainly more convenient if I'm already in the DC area in May. And it has the likely advantage of [personal profile] sorcyress, as well as members of my former writing group. And next year is a long way off.

I don't know what I'm doing. But... I didn't expect to say that. I didn't expect to ever say "I don't know if I'll make Wiscon this year."

jazzfish: A cartoon guy with his hands in the air saying "Woot." (Woot.)
Important news first: we have a place to live. We're moving out to New Westminster, two towns over. The new place is thirty-one floors up and directly on top of the Skytrain station. It's a little less nice than the current apartment but only a little: electric stove & fireplace instead of gas, no awesome superfast internet, office space will be awkward to figure out. It's got a decent-sized balcony, which is nice, and a view of the Fraser river (and, on clear days, Mt Baker) instead of Stanley Park / North Shore, which is a slight negative. Most importantly it's saving us a grand a month in rent.

In retrospect I'm a little bit sad to be living *directly* on top of the Skytrain; I would have enjoyed a short walk home after events. More importantly, I don't know what living in New West as opposed to downtown will feel like. Most of the people I want to see are out there, but most of the stuff I want to do (shows, the independent/artsy movie theatres, Stanley Park) are towards downtown. Will try it for a year or so, see how it goes. I expect we'll be fine out there.

Lease starts in August so we have a full month of paying double rent (boo) and getting the move sorted out (yay).

Over the weekend my aunt Susan came up from Atlanta to visit. Rather, she came up from Seattle since she was already visiting out there, but close enough. She got roped into games on Satyrday, which she seemed to like pretty well, and then dragged out to Chinatown and Granville Island on Sunday.

I like Susan pretty well. She's... I was going to say 'prickly' but that's not exactly right. I don't know how to describe her. I think it's to do with having lived with a bit of loneliness for so long that you get almost but not completely used to it. Or I might be projecting.

Regardless, we had a really good time. We (well, she) found a store in Chinatown that I've walked past dozens of times and never stopped in, that's full of fascinating stuff. I'd call it a junk shop except that they know what they've got and want real money for it. Example: an old laboratory glass bottle of HCl, where the label is made of raised glass letters on the bottle itself (awesome!), for $35 (yow!). And we poked in shops and galleries and wandered all over the place, and talked about all manner of things, and avoided roasting in the heat.

We'd made plans to go camping this weekend, but the combination of "fire ban" due to weeks of heat and drought, plus "rain saturday through monday" made that look like a less good idea. Stupid weather. Instead, tomorrow we're going off to what appears to be a live-action version of Myst. Will report back.
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Let's see.


Is doing fine after being nuked. He's gaining weight (anecdotally, he feels more substantial when I pick him up), there's been no cat yuke to clean up, and he just generally looks better than he has in months. I feel a little bad for not having caught it sooner... but it was a pretty gradual drop-off.


Is ... going. My knees (more accurately, between my knees and shins, on the inside of the leg) have started hurting, so I've had to cut back. This is deeply frustrating, in a HOW WILL I GET ANY BETTER IF I DON'T PUSH MYSELF kind of way. There's a good chance I need new shoes; will perhaps go get those this afternoon. My lungs remain terrible; I blame the humidity.

As far as running-related goals go, I'm pretty much guaranteed to miss them. 'Run 10k without stopping to walk' by next fall might be doable. '5k in 25 minutes' is almost certainly not. 'Run or swim [or other acceptable exercise] 3x/wk for six months' relies on not getting sick, hurt, or traveling someplace where it's difficult to get out, which is both unlikely and not entirely within my control. Oh well.


Bright and sunny and warm enough that I'm noticing the humidity: upper-twenties this week, supposed to break thirty next week. Ugh. I console myself by remembering that the highs here have been the *lows* in the DC area for the last couple of weeks.


Apartment-hunting has been fruitless so far.

Apparently pimento cheese is a Southern thing. [personal profile] uilos made some and took it somewhere as a snack earlier this week, and it was met with suspicion and confusion. Huh.

Is there a statute of limitations for when semi-unexpectedly encountering certain people makes one start twitching? Asking for a friend.
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Been awhile.

What have you recently finished reading?

Hobbit, LotR, Silmarillion. It's been well over a decade since I read Hobbit and LotR (I believe the last time was when The Two Towers was still in theatres), and longer than that for the Silmarillion. They're still quite good. The plot in LotR manages to feel remarkably uncontrived, for something that must have required a great deal of adjusting to get the timing to work out just so. The voice of Gandalf in my head will always be John Huston, and Frodo is Orson Bean to a lesser extent. (I have no mental image of Merry or Pippin, other than Merry as 'the less annoying one.')

The Silmarillion is... well, it's really its own beast. LotR reads for the most part like a twentieth-century novel (appendices aside); the Silmarillion is a lot more like Bullfinch's Mythology. People are idiots and what characterization there is, is drawn in huge bold unsubtle strokes. Ovid at Myths Retold is slowly covering the whole thing. ("Feanor's entire personality, motivation, and story arc can be summed up as GIVE ME BACK MY FUCKING SILMARILS.")

What are you currently reading?

Rereading VP classmate Phoebe North's Jewish generation-ship YA Starglass, since the sequel / second half shipped on Monday. I enjoyed this on first read a year or two ago; I expect it'll hold up. Unlike 20th century generation ships, the passengers are well aware they're on one, which is an interesting twist.

What do you think you'll read next?

Starbreak, in which the generation ship reaches its planet. Looking forward to it!
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Meh. Not up for a real post. Have some links and progress, instead.

Velvet Underground star John Cale to showcase new work in London with drones hovering over audience: "The project will see the drones carrying speakers to project the sound, as well as making mechanical noises as they hover over the audience. ... He has rearranged songs from his extensive back catalogue using different tunings to fit the new format."

Turkmenistan hopes 'Door to Hell' will boost tourism: "Our main task is to create an attractive image of Turkmenistan as a tourism destination."

Why people hate art: "[A]ny pseudo-intellectual can translate for a piece of art that says something. It takes an artist or a poet or a real writer to talk about why looking at a given thing is a pleasurable experience. So the artists that dealers selected as fit to get past the critics in order to enter the arena of Contemporary Art, rather predictably, became easier and easier to describe and harder and harder to look at."

101 in 1001 update )
jazzfish: Randall Munroe, xkcd180 ("If you die in Canada, you die in Real Life!") (Canada)
Supreme Court rules Wal-Mart must compensate workers at closed Quebec store: "The store shut down a few months after the 190 workers became the first Wal-Mart employees in North America to be unionized in 2004."

(You may, if you wish, compare and contrast this decision with almost any recent decision by the US Supreme Court.)

Something I've noticed: there are unions in Canada that will actually go on strike. Since I've been here I've noticed: the Post Office, a month after we got here. (Ended badly: the union staged 'rolling strikes' of roughly one spot per day to make a statement while not inconveniencing anyone too much, management responded by locking out *all* postal workers and then blaming it on 'the strike,' and the gov't signed back-to-work legislation.); truckers at the Port of Vancouver, sick of making no money while sitting around waiting for the Port to unload/load. (An agreement was reached; the Port is dragging its feet on implementing its end, and the truckers are making more strike noises.); and BC teachers, currently ongoing.

American individualism is American exceptionalism taken to ridiculous extremes. The idea that helping everyone else get ahead means that everyone else is dragging us down may be the most pernicious I've ever heard. It's certainly up there with "the rich deserve their money" and "work good, pleasure bad."

There's certainly some of that attitude up here, but there's still some leftover pushback against it too. It's nice to see.
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Chaos has returned from being nuked. He spent most of the first day sleeping, and since then he's basically back to normal. It's good to have the right number of cats again. He goes back for a checkup in a month, and again sometime after that, but other than that he's done for awhile.

In other critter news, at least one of the local seagull nests has hatched and now has tiny fuzzy velociraptors. Also, there's a beaver living on one of the small islands in Lost Lagoon, or at least there was a couple of weeks ago. I haven't seen it since but dawn's been coming well before I get out to run.

What else... reread The Hobbit last week. Also rewatched the Rankin/Bass animated film, which manages to tell just about the entire story in under an hour and a half. It's got some decent voice acting (John Huston as Gandalf! Richard 'Have Gun Will Travel' Boone as Smaug!) and is very pretty. The character designs in particular are basically spot on, with the exception of the oddly green and twisted Wood-Elves. I'd known for ages that Rankin/Bass collaborated with a Japanese animation studio on a number of projects, including Hobbit and Last Unicorn; what I hadn't realised until Misty mentioned it is that that specific studio went on to become Ghibli, of Totoro fame.

It's Cheap, But Is It Overpriced?: "If this car wasn't disappointing, it wouldn't be anything at all."

Bill Watterson returns to the comics page: "The idea I proposed was that instead of having me get hit on the head, I would pretend that Pearls was being drawn by a precocious second grader who thought my art was crap. I named her 'Libby,' which I then shorted to 'Lib.' (Hint, hint: It’s almost 'Bill' backwards.)" See also the Washington Post story, with quotes from Watterson, and Andy Ihnatko on why Watterson was/is such a big deal.

Well, this is awful. National Zoo's Invertebrate Exhibit To Close June 22. I loved the invertebrate exhibit and am very sad to see it go.

In happier zoo-related news, Cat And Lynx Become Inseparable Friends: "According to the local people, the calico was homeless and happened to find food in the lynx's enclosure. ... The zoo adopted the cat so that she and her lynx friend could live together."

Four circles that don't intersect. As advertised. Ow.

The Near-Death of Grand Central Terminal, subtitled And How It Foretold The 2008 Financial Crisis: "Who would have been foolhardy enough to encourage a flailing railroad to buy up everything it could get its hands on and enter a protracted legal battle with the City of New York? Pretty much the entire American banking establishment, as it turned out."

All Our Propagation: A Play for Instruments by John M. Ford.
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Chaos went nuclear on Tuesday afternoon. The vet's called us a couple of times since then: he's doing fine, he loves everybody, he's about the most friendly and laid-back cat they've seen in there, etc etc. No real surprises. He's always been a pretty chill beast. Except for the time we moved into a place with a ceiling fan and he hid from it under the bed for two days, or when he got out once and just kind of huddled at the edge of the house because the outside was way too big.

He's likely coming home on Monday, which is all to the good. Kai, being a highly routine-oriented cat, is kind of freaked out by the lack of Chaos. She's been telling me about it most afternoons, and also at one in the morning a couple of nights. I love her dearly but one in the morning is not the time to have long yowly discussions about how she's cold because the big white cat isn't around to look put-upon while she curls up with him.

Anyway, per discussion with the vet it sounds like we'll each get half an hour a day of Chaos-cuddling apiece for a couple of weeks. This is less than he'll want but it should be enough to keep him from getting too irritable. I am very curious to see what his reaction to coming home will be. Probably "oh yes, this place, i will now spend the next twelve hours in my box and then demand that you pet me."

It'll be good to have him back.

(Also and unrelatedly, the problem with getting really good solid critiques back on a story is that it takes time and effort to absorb them, and to figure out what to do with them. There are worse problems to have.)
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The weekend started out pretty good, with [personal profile] uilos getting a job she'd really wanted. (Starting mid-August, which will make both moving at the end of August and entertaining her parents in September for a week Interesting, but still very very awesome.) So there was knocking-off-work-early and milkshakes and wandering around in the Vancouver spring, and it was Good.

Satyrday we got up early-ish to go down to the states. After a brief stopover at the border (some asshole is using my name, and it occasionally causes me some delay while the border guards determine that I am not six foot three and do not have a large neck tattoo) we unloaded a mess of books at the used bookstores in Bellingham, and acquired more but not quite as many more. I now have Fred Pohl's autobiography, which I am told is what reading his blog is like. Since I really enjoyed his blog, this works for me.

After spending more time than expected in the bookstores (shocking, I know) we drove down to Seattle to catch [ profile] papersky's reading at the University Bookstore. We caught most of the reading (first chapter of My Real Children), and got to say hello to her and commiserate about Aspects, which was pleasant.

And then we had dinner, and trekked back to the border in a second attempt at landing. This was, I believe, the easiest interaction I have ever had with anyone at the border. We were all set to hand over a full stack of documentation, marriage licenses and birth certificates and diplomas and all that, and the officer just looked at the forms and ran through some paperwork and some routine questions, and we were in. Bit anticlimactic, really. He was also nice enough to waive the customs duty on the cider we were bringing back, so there's that.

So now we are officially Permanent Residents, or Landed Immigrants if you prefer the older term. In about three years we can apply for citizenship (I say 'about' because the residency requirement is 'three years out of the last four, time before becoming a permanent resident only counts half'). Meanwhile we'll likely have to renew our Permanent Residency at least once, but that just consists of filling out a form saying that we've been resident in Canada for at least two of the last five years and aren't currently in the process of being kicked out of the country.

And then on Sunday we went down to Commercial Drive with half the rest of the population of Vancouver for an Italian street festival. It was seriously crowded down there; I have not been surrounded by that many people outside in a long time. It was good; lots of neat stuff, including jitterbugging commedia dell'arte clowns. Just... busy.

I haven't mentioned Chaos lately, have I? He used to be a pretty heavyset cat, but over the summer and fall he slimmed down. Eventually it got to the point where it was clearly not "wet food is good for him" but "something is wrong," so back in I guess January we took him to the vet. Turned out his thyroid was going nuts. So we spent a few months pilling him to get the thyroid down and confirm that it wasn't masking any other underlying issues (it wasn't), and now tomorrow [personal profile] uilos takes him to the vet to get his thyroid nuked.

They'll keep him for a week to make sure he's okay and also so we don't have to dispose of radioactive cat poop. I appreciate this but it'll be very strange not having him around. Then for a week or so after that it'll be even stranger: he'll still be mildly radioactive so he's not allowed to sit in anyone's lap. This... will not go well. I am honestly more worried about having to tell him "no you can't come sit on me" for a couple of weeks than I am about the nuking.

After that... I expect we'll get to start giving him an anti-inflammatory for his hips. Joy. At least he'll be happier.
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Ben Wheatley (dir.), A Field in England

I saw this movie over a month ago. I'm still not entirely sure what it was I saw.

The plot, such as it is: in the midst of a battle in the English Civil War, Whitehead the scholar has been tasked with arresting a man who's stolen some valuable documents from his master. He falls in with two soldiers, one a drunkard and the other a fool. The three of them are accosted by Cutler, who lures them on with promises of an alehouse. Cutler turns out to be an assistant to the alchemist O'Neill, the very man Whitehead is meant to be arresting. O'Neill forces Whitehead to use his psychic gifts to locate a treasure that's been buried somewhere in the field they find themselves in, and the others to dig it up.

From there things get weird. (Ha.) There are hallucinogenic mushrooms, there's a broken scrying-glass, there's what might be a wizard's Certamen or might be simply a bad trip. In the end Whitehead may have grown into an acceptance of who he is and the life he's been born into. Alternately, everyone may be dead. It's hard to say.

The movie's been advertised as a horror movie, which is almost entirely inaccurate but no more so than any other descriptor I can think of. It's less disturbing than, say, Jacob's Ladder. It may be the most sui generis movie I have ever seen. It's funny and visceral and beautifully shot and on rare occasions oddly touching, and sometimes very difficult to watch. The scene of Whitehead and O'Neill in the tent had me wincing-- and all we see is a tent, and all we hear is screaming.

It is an Experience. Had I more film vocabulary and inclination/ability to dissect visual arts, I could have a field day working out what it all implied and suggested-- not meant, nothing so direct, but how it worked and what exactly 'worked' means in this case. As it is, it washed over me like an unexpected ninety-minute ocean wave, leaving me shivering and wide awake and pretty sure I'd just been hit by something I couldn't describe.

I think I'd recommend it but I'm not sure who I'd recommend it to.

(Trailer. Other, more coherent, opinions: Greer Gilman, whose brief review put this on my radar some months back; Sonya Taafe.)

Jim Jarmusch (dir.), Only Lovers Left Alive

I confess, I was sold on this from "Tilda Swinton as a vampire." Indeed, it has that, and Tom 'Loki' Hiddleston as her vampiric lover, and John Hurt as a vampiric Kit Marlowe, and Jeffrey Wright as a human doctor who seems to have wandered in from another type of vampire movie entirely.

This is like no other vampire story I've ever read or seen. Unsurprising; it shouldn't be my kind of thing. The lighting, the camerawork, even the dialog, all feel slow and langorous. Images, ideas, pop up because they fit and then are discarded: the wooden bullet, the mushrooms, even Ian. This is a movie that is very much in love with being a movie, and is taking its sweet time about it. If it were in prose I expect I would find it deathly dull; on screen it's absolutely perfect for what it's doing. (Jeffrey Wright's character seems to think he's in Dracula, or maybe Interview; he doesn't seem to grasp that they just don't care about him. This is, as you might expect, hilarious.)

I think (he said, reflecting on the movie and on [personal profile] rushthatspeaks's review) that this is in part because it's Adam's (Tom Hiddleston) movie, and Adam is overcome by ennui. Tilda Swinton's Eve is clearly still having a lot of fun with her life, but she also cares for Adam, and so she travels from Tangier to Detroit. (Side note: early 21st century Detroit is an amazing, amazing setting for a vampire movie.) And then, for reasons which aren't exactly plot-related because the movie doesn't have a plot as such, only characters and events, the two of them are forced to flee back to Tangier, where perhaps Adam will learn to enjoy unlife again after all.

Visually stunning, very funny, and some amazing acting from everyone involved. Highly recommended.
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Awesome things about this Wiscon, in no particular order:
  • The spontaneous writing contest, duh. (Entries now online! Read them all, or at least the first three, which by coincidence (no, really) are the top three.)
  • [ profile] blairmacg and [ profile] queenoftheskies. Also LaShawn and ckd and a small handful of new people, but I've not seen Blair or Janice in two and a half years and that's quite long enough for that.
  • NK Jemisin's speech, which got the longest standing ovation I've seen at Wiscon. Holy cats that was amazing.
  • Hiromi Goto's speech, also magnificent if quieter than Nora's.
  • Books! Naomi Mitchison's whimsical Travel Light, and A Stranger in Olondria on recommendation from [personal profile] aamcnamara among others, and Eleanor Arnason's Big Mama Stories and the Ursula Le Guin 80th birthday book, and best of all a beautiful limited-run hardback of this year's Tiptree winner, Rupetta by Nike Sulway.
  • The auction, which remained hilarious despite a lack (mostly) of Ellen Klages.
  • Selling 'The True Meaning of Smekday' to Pat Murphy.
  • Finally realising that the proper way to have lunch at Wiscon is to buy bread at the farmers market and cheese remnants at the cheese store.
  • And panels and artshow and people and just a general overwhelming sense that this is what the world should be like: full of interesting conversations among people who agree on the basics and are committed to treating each other like human beings.
jazzfish: an open bottle of ether, and George conked out (Ether George)
I am home.

I am unexpectedly very tired. I may need to eat something.

I miss Wiscon. No great surprise, that. Caught one last interesting panel this morning and had lunch with an interesting Clarion student at the airport, and then it was all over bar the flying.

We landed in Vancouver and then attempted to Land in Vancouver, "landing" being the process by which one becomes a landed immigrant, or permanent resident. We went through the initial border conversation and got a strange scribble on the back of our customs forms, and then found out we had been beaten to the punch by about seventy other people looking for work permits and/or student visas. I couldn't clearly see the two (yes, only two) CIC officers handling the workload but I expect they looked pretty frazzled.

So instead we very politely asked several people if we could just go home and come back later and try again, and eventually we found someone who was willing to stamp our scrangely-scrawled customs forms and let us go home.

There is some amount of dried cat yuke that needs cleaning up but it can wait until after I have some food. Though probably not until after I sleep.

Tomorrow I return to working from home, in the hope that a few weeks away has helped somewhat with the frustration and lack of focus. We shall see.
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This one felt hyper-compressed, and I'm not entirely sure why. Not nearly enough time to run around and see people.

Spent Sunday hanging out with my parents, then Monday afternoon with Jenn. In the evening [ profile] vvalkyri and I went to Burke Lake Park in the evening, noted the signs threatening to lock the car in at dark, left the car at the golf course next door, wandered for awhile, and came back to find the golf course's gates locked.

In case you were wondering, it is in fact just as embarrassing and awkward and difficult to call your parents to come pick you up after you've done something stupid at 37 as it is at 17. At least I 'm pretty sure it is. 17 seems like a year when I would have rather called anyone else's parents first.

Worked from work Tuesday through Thursday, which was Not So Bad, for reasons to be explored later. Retrieved [personal profile] uilos from Richmond (well, met her and her folks halfway) on Tuesday night. Met up with her and [ profile] vvalkyri again at National Airport, where there was excellent conversation, and flew to Madison. I did manage to get out without crunching the rental car this time, though, so that's something.

And now it's morning in Madison, and I may need to go in search of breakfast soon. It's deeply weird to think that this is my fifth Wiscon. Madison is beginning to seem familiar in the same way that Columbus did when I was going to Origins every year... but I'm not the same guy I was in 2010.

I think Herodotus said something about no one being able to go to the same con twice.


May. 17th, 2014 09:08 am
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I have Beached for a Week. I write this from the bedroom, where we're all packed and we can watch other people scurry around to load cars. I assume other people are also scurrying around upstairs cleaning the kitchen (for small values of 'other people'). (Breakfast burritos. Dear lord, the carnage. As of last night, bacon grease was still spattered all over the glass stovetop and the floor, from two mornings ago.)

Beachin' was good-but-not great, which is all I ask. Not being at work is its own greatest good these days. A decent amount of good gaming in good company. Minor kitchen frustration aside it was a fine vacation.

Incidentally, Rosemary Kirstein's Steerswoman books are now available on all major ebook platforms, for fairly cheap. Bonus: she gets the full profit from the ebook editions. Buy them!

In less pleasant news, rumor has it that Aspects, Mike Ford's unfinished last novel, will not be seeing print. This fills me with helpless rage, which is not an emotion I am used to dealing with.

... more later.
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It turns out that Portland, at least the Alberta St NE between about 10th and 30th part of Portland, is really cool and the kind of place I'd like to live: a ton of little shops and restaurants, people wandering around, not too many cars, a couple of parks and grocery stores, etc etc. If only it weren't in a) Portland and b) the States.

Over the course of three days I got sprinkled on, rained on, hailed on (!), and sunshined on, although not all at once.

I stayed at a hotel that used to be (part of?) an elementary school, in the English Wing. This gains points for having each room themed around a particular book (I was in Jennifer Egan's The Keep, next door to The Farthest Shore and across from The Riddle-Master Of Hed), loses them for not having either a hot-water-heater or a bathtub in the rooms, and gains a few back for the lauded Soaking Pool, which used to be an outdoor Olympic-sized swimming pool and is now an outdoor Olympic-sized warm (not very hot) tub.

So, what did I bring out of Rally?

cut for suspense )
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Because posting to the internet from a train will never not seem like the future.

Hobbitses, in six parts (read from the bottom up). Hopefully to be in nine parts by this time next year.
Elmer the Orc: My lord, I can hear words of power from high above! I think it's Tim Burton, come to take back his home at last! What are we going to do?

The Incredible Albino Hulk: No. It is the Grey Wizard. We must do nothing until he comes within our aggro range. When he does, make a beeline at him and just start swinging with everything you've got.

ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuck it: a collection of band stories about music with far too many fortes. (A single forte, or f, means 'loud,' a double f means 'louder,' and in normal musical notation you never see anything beyond 'forte fortissimo,' or triple f.)

L.P.D.: Libertarian Police Department: "'Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®' I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. 'Nobody move unless you want to!'"

A Breakup Letter to Facebook from Eat24: "Now when we show you a photo of a taco wrapped with bacon, you're all like 'PROMOTE THIS POST! GET MORE FRIENDS!' instead of just liking us for who we are. That's hella messed up."

Assyrian stele containing ancient curse will not be reunited with its other half, which I think is probably for the best.

Alternese: English as a Foreign Language: "The answer is that eliminating the Battle of Hastings might make less of a systematic difference than you'd imagine, except to the spelling (which admittedly is enough to make the language look thoroughly foreign)."

Here’s the First Look at the New Satanic Monument Being Built for Oklahoma’s Statehouse: "Greaves told me he has received numerous threats from people who want to attack the sculpture, but that he 'wouldn't expect these outraged and nearly insensible reactionaries to actually know how to assault a bronze monument without severely hurting themselves in the process.' Still, he's not taking any chances. The Temple is building a mold of the sculpture so they can pop these things out like evil, terribly expensive action figures whenever they need a new one."

Via [personal profile] jadelennox, an interview in two parts (one, two) with the creators of Slings & Arrows.

Excavation At Mass E.T. Burial Ground Uncovers Atari’s Shameful Past. The ET Atari 2600 game was rushed out for Christmas 1982 in I believe six weeks. It was legendarily bad: so bad that it's been rumored for decades that Atari buried thousands of them in a landfill in New Mexico. Turns out the rumors were true.

Flight Delayed for Hours? This Website Can Help Make Your Airline Pay: "'Essentially, we took the law and put it into code.' ... Under an 11-year-old European law, you can claim money for flights delayed more than three hours. Under legislation from the U.S. Department of Transportation passed in 2011, you can claim up to $1,300 if you’re involuntarily bumped from a flight that’s oversold."

Emerging from the Ruins, on the destruction and rebirth of the Bronx in the latter half of the twentieth century, and much more interesting than that description makes it sound. I can't find a pull-quote; the whole thing is so interconnected that each line implies, suggests, and builds off of what came before and comes after. (Also and tangentially, to hell with Robert 'Expressways are the proper future of cities' Moses.)

Inside the Barista Class: "When I did finally try to quit being a barista, it took about a year to make the transition into something else. The stratification starts early; once this is your resume, you don't get many chances to revise it."
jazzfish: artist painting a bird, looking at an egg for reference (Clairvoyance)
Some years ago I stumbled on a blog post entitled simply Bolivia. This has nothing whatsoever to do with Bolivia, and is perhaps the smartest and clearest writing on the subject I've ever read. (To steal from Grant Morrison, the post contains the active ingredient METAPHOR; if you are allergic to METAPHOR, please consult a doctor before reading.)

From there I poked around and started following Havi's blog, which was a mix of insightful and amusing, with a theme of kindness-to-self that I badly needed (still do, really). Every so often she'd talk about these ... retreats, workshops, somethings. Rallies. They sounded neat and useful, and I developed a vague desire to go to one and see what it was all about. They were also pricey and highly speculative, and not something I could justify setting aside either time or money for.

Until last April, when for reasons that are not entirely clear to me she had a brief big sale on Rally pricing. And I said "eh, the timing looks decent for the one next May, why not." So next Tuesday, as a precursor to the Big May East Coast Trip I'm taking the train down to Portland for a Rally (Rally!).

I have just about zero idea what to expect. Ideally this will revitalise my spirit, restore my focus and motivation to pre-2012 levels, grant me new insights into the workings of my mind, and sustain me indefinitely. Or I'd be quite happy with just "knocking out a story or two."

Whatever it is, it's a New Experience. (And, most likely, a pilgrimage to Powell's one evening.)
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Spring in Vancouver is mostly like winter. It's still grey and rainy but there's a subtly different quality to the rain, and it's not so cold.

Except for days like today, when the sky clears and the sun's brighter than anyplace else I can think of. Days like this I just want to go out walking for hours.

We got a three-month extension on our lease, so we don't have to try to find a place to live while we're on the wrong coast for most of May. As a nice side benefit we'll also get to watch this year's rooftop crop of baby seagulls.

Although one of the regular nesting spots has been taken over by a grumpy Canada goose. Looks like geese lay a little earlier in the season than seagulls do. Not sure if the seagulls will attempt to share that particular tiny roof or just go elsewhere.

Leftover bits from the Gathering:

The secondary highway in Niagara Falls is the Robert Moses Parkway. I suppose that's appropriate enough. If you're going to run a road through a park you may as well name it after the guy who destroyed NYC and screwed up North American city planning for a century with his love of running expressways through poorer neighborhoods.

I came home with a copy of 1862 from the prize table. This is one of those overly complex 18xx train/stock games I seem to have become fond of. Not sure when I'll get a chance to actually *play* one around here, but hey. I look forward to trying to explain to new players that "In this game trains can only change direction at cities, no matter what tiles you want to place or upgrade: eventually you will need to yell that THERE IS NO FORKING TRACK."

Other games of note: Coal Baron, a fast (45 minutes), reasonably deep worker-placement-y game with less annoying blocking than it might have. Splendor, light and fast, with tough decisions; reminds me of Piece Of Cake in that "argh what now" feeling. Roll For the Galaxy, which is not Race but looks suspiciously familiar: I think it's lighter than Race but I could be wrong, and it's worth more plays (whenever it finally comes out) regardless.


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Adventures in Mamboland

"Jazz Fish, a saxophone playing wanderer, finds himself in Mamboland at a critical phase in his life." --Howie Green, on his book Jazz Fish Zen

Yeah. That sounds about right.

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