Saturday, February 25, 2006

I Laughed So Hard I Cried...Really

This from my good friend MacAllister Stone's blog.

Mac found this lovely slideshow while browsing some pages. The commentary on the 1974 Weight Watchers Recipe Cards made me laugh so hard I had to walk away from the computer to catch my breath.

This is a rare event for me. I feared a heart attack or stroke. But I survived and it made my night. Thanks Mac!

**Make sure to read the backstory and click the link at the bottom of the page to start the slide show. It starts off slow, but really gets rolling...

Suggestions?

I'm currently reading American Gods by Neil Gaiman, which is quite good in terms of story and so-so in terms of writing. At times it reminds me of early King (you remember the days of 600+ page tomes, right?). I'm enjoying it because it has great character and story.

Books I've read recently in the past few months:

  1. Stephen King, Cell (Not bad, not great. Reminds me of the Stand in some ways)
  2. Brian Keene, City of the Dead (I'll be getting The Rising in the mail shortly. Out of order, but I liked it).
  3. Walter Greatshell, Xombies (Not bad. Some good character, interesting concept. I want to know who Greatshell really is. Someone took a chance and his/her publisher said "we're not ruining your brand no matter how popular zombies are right now...")
  4. Jack McDevitt, Seeker and Polaris (A Talent for War is also on its way).
  5. Anne Frasier, Play Dead (It goes without saying that this was good. Spot on, well-edited, a page turner. I really loved the characters. I'll be getting more of these soon.)
  6. Bentley Little, The Walking (Very good.)
  7. JA Konrath, Whiskey Sour (Good book, smooth read.)

My reading has been zombie heavy lately, which may coincide with my purchase of Land of the Dead and Day of the Dead to round off my Romero collection. I normally don't read that much horror. I finished half a Patterson book and couldn't go on. I'm a little ways into Greg Bear's novel Darwin's Radio, which is good, but I haven't hit a groove where I can sit and read large chunks of it in one sitting.

So, I'm asking for suggestions. What have you read recently that you'd suggest? What was really good? My tastes vary, so I'm pretty open to anything. I like books with strong characters, interesting plots, and, at the very least, passable writing.

In other words, tell me about some good books you've read for which I should slap down my hard-earned coin.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Judge Me

If you were going to judge me by the contents of my blog, what kind of fiction do you think I would write? What genre?

I still struggle with that sense of who I am and what I write.

So, what do you think? How would you label me?

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

My Johari Results...

Friendly?

I'm a misanthrope by nature.

I guess I have to work on my image...



Arena

(known to self and others)

clever, intelligent, logical, observant, sensible

Blind Spot

(known only to others)

able, adaptable, calm, caring, cheerful, complex, confident, dependable, friendly, helpful, kind, knowledgeable, mature, modest, organised, patient, reflective, self-assertive, sympathetic, trustworthy, warm, wise, witty

Façade

(known only to self)

introverted

Unknown

(known to nobody)

accepting, bold, brave, dignified, energetic, extroverted, giving, happy, idealistic, independent, ingenious, loving, nervous, powerful, proud, quiet, relaxed, religious, responsive, searching, self-conscious, sentimental, shy, silly, spontaneous, tense

Dominant Traits

58% of people think that emeraldcite is friendly
83% of people agree that emeraldcite is intelligent

All Percentages

able (16%) accepting (0%) adaptable (8%) bold (0%) brave (0%) calm (16%) caring (8%) cheerful (8%) clever (8%) complex (16%) confident (8%) dependable (16%) dignified (0%) energetic (0%) extroverted (0%) friendly (58%) giving (0%) happy (0%) helpful (33%) idealistic (0%) independent (0%) ingenious (0%) intelligent (83%) introverted (0%) kind (25%) knowledgeable (16%) logical (33%) loving (0%) mature (8%) modest (8%) nervous (0%) observant (8%) organised (8%) patient (8%) powerful (0%) proud (0%) quiet (0%) reflective (33%) relaxed (0%) religious (0%) responsive (0%) searching (0%) self-assertive (8%) self-conscious (0%) sensible (16%) sentimental (0%) shy (0%) silly (0%) spontaneous (0%) sympathetic (16%) tense (0%) trustworthy (8%) warm (8%) wise (16%) witty (33%)

Created by the Interactive Johari Window on 22.2.2006, using data from 12 respondents.
You can make your own Johari Window, or view emeraldcite's full data.

Monday, February 20, 2006

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes…Rememory, Ovid’s Metamorphoses, and Future Biblio-Archeology

Time may change me
But I can’t trace time

--David Bowie, “Changes”

Toni Morrison in her novel Beloved coined the term “rememory.” This term’s basic principle purports that events experienced by one person at one time can be available to for experience by another person in another time. In other words, experiences are not just contained in the memory of one person, but in the cultural memory of an entire group.

This term resurfaced when I was teaching Ovid’s Metamorphoses to my World Literature class. Ovid attempts to demonstrate the changes people, gods, and cultures experience through various tales and stories from their religion, or to us Greek Mythology. He tells of Creation and a great Flood (sound familiar). He also explains the four great ages of man: the Golden Age, the Silver Age, the Bronze Age, and the Iron Age.

What I found so interesting about his explanation was how the four ages represented the shift of humankind from foragers to civilization. Would the Greeks have recognized this through study and retold the tale in terms of mythology, or is it so ingrained in the culture memory that Ovid rememories it? Possibly, Ovid’s cultural memory, the ghostly remembrance of cultural shift, resurfaces through his explanation and understanding of the Ages.

For example, the Golden Age is without seasons. Ovid describes,

People were unaggressive, and unanxious;

The years went by in peace. And Earth, untroubled,

Unharried by hoe or plowshare, brought forth all

That men had need for, and those men were happy,

Gathering berries from the mountain sides…

In the Silver Age, seasons were added, houses were built, and “the seeds of grain were planted […] and the oxen struggled /Groaning and laboring under the heavy yoke.” People have moved from being foragers who migrated with the season (demonstrating their rememoried sense of a season-less time) to small agricultural communities.

Naturally, we know what comes next in the Bronze Age. With all civilizations, overseas or even in our own history here in America, “dispositions / took on aggressive instincts, quick to arm / yet not entirely evil.” With more people, with the villages collecting more permanent residents, people began to fight over land and food.

Finally, the Iron Age is loosed and

[…] modesty and truth

and righteousness fled earth, and in their place

came trickery and slyness, plotting, swindling,

violence and the damned desire of having.

Men set sail and waged war. Ovid notes, that “precious metal” had become “The root of evil.” The accuracy of Ovid’s lines frightens me. He describes the rise and fall of countries and peoples elegantly. Did he see his verse as more than a retelling, or did he imbue his poetry with the rememory of his people?

My interest lies, then, in the future. What will American rememory be like? In two hundred years, when the printed book is sold in novelty shops and antique stores, what will scholars say about your work? What will biblio-archeologists who dig up your text suggest about the culture that spawned you?

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Let Me Know...

Man, I'm on this blogging thing today...

If I don't have your link over there to the right, drop me a line and I'll add your blog or site.

I'm pretty bad on keeping it up with my reading habits on my own, so a little nudge to say hey, where am I? I faithfully read your blog, you putz, and you don't have me linked over there. What're you thinking? Jerk. I'll add you right away.

Neat. Tell Me all about Me

http://kevan.org/johari?name=emeraldcite

Yeah, this'll help with my self-image and self-esteem issues...

A Lesson from The Analects of Confucius

As much as I enjoy politics, I try to keep them out of my blog. But, as I was teaching the Analects in class the other day, this passage struck me as being particularly apt for our current times (as well as those in the past). I won't expound on any of the details; I'll just let you judge for yourself how this applies.

1. Tsze-kung asked about government. The Master said, "The requisites of government are that there be sufficiency of food, sufficiency of military equipment, and the confidence of the people in their ruler."


2. Tsze-kung said, "If it cannot be helped, and one of these must be dispensed with, which of the three should be foregone first?" "The military equipment," said the Master.

3. Tsze-kung again asked, "If it cannot be helped, and one of the remaining two must be dispensed with, which of them should be foregone?" The Master answered, "Part with the food. From of old, death has been the lot of an men; but if the people have no faith in their rulers, there is no standing for the state."

Friday, February 17, 2006

American Idol, Robert Gregory Browne, and White Zinfandel Dreams

Only in my own sick, depraved world would these three topics intertwine; yet, here they are. I was reading a post at Robert Gregory Browne’s blog concerning a writer’s measure of confidence when it comes to the quality of their text. He pondered the unwritten rule that writers who dislike their own work are of a higher quality than those who are confident that their work is good.

This spurred me to thinking as I sipped my White Zinfandel. At what point does a writer realize that they are any good. I think one of my greatest fears is that I will be like many of those who auditioned on American Idol this season: I will not be able to recognize that I lack any of the necessary skills to be a high quality writer (here you can insert what is meant by “high quality.” I choose to leave that open to debate).

At what point do I see that maybe I’m not cut out for writing? Maybe a better question concerns whether I would be able to recognize this at all. I like to think that I am at least adequate with my use of words, but in the marketplace, that is not enough.

Do I capture character and story? How about landscape? Is there growth? I think there is, but thinking is not enough. Some days I hate my writing and would be content with deleting it all. Other days I feel that I’m making real progress, that my writing can be snappy.

In the end, am I a tone-deaf singer trying to audition like I could be a star? Or am I the insecure artist just trying to make it in a tough world?

When did you realize that you were good enough? When did you realize that you had quality?

Monday, February 13, 2006

I learned to juggle yesterday...

Yup. Learned to juggle. And I'm damned proud of it.

Despite being in the high forties yesterday (which is really, really cold to you northern folks), we went to a Medieval Faire in Sarasota. It was excellent besides the biting cold and wind. We bundled up the best we could considering our new sub-tropic clothing stocks we've been accumulating since we arrived. We ended up only staying for about four hours, but it was a blast (it was my first Medieval Faire).

I enjoyed the jousting, the street performers, and the drunken wenches. We didn't dress up, but we picked up a few items (spending a good bit of hard-earned cash, I might add) that we can wear to the next one. I won't be decked out in full regalia quite yet, but I felt very comfortable there. In fact, after about fifteen minutes, I was ready to buy myself a Third Crusade Cruciform sword replica just so I could defend myself in the case of thieves.

Some folks who sold juggling items were giving free lessons on how to juggle. I once tried this when I was ten, but gave up soon after. But I figured it out rather quickly this time and I've been practicing everyday since Sunday. Okay, I know that's only one day, but I've gotten pretty good. I'm a sucker for praise, what can I tell you? They told me I was doing well, which I soaked up (I really need external stimulation) and bought three juggling balls to use at home. My daughter has been practicing two, but hasn't yet moved past the first ball. Hand-eye coordination isn't her strong point, but she's quite the artist.

There was another neat booth, and the only one of its kind, that dealt in magic. I saw a couple of neat sets of hand painted stone runes, but none that were bone. The crafts were, ultimately, the best part of the faire. Overall, it was an awesome day.

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And, although mostly disconnected from this post, here is a great site selling ancient artifacts called Fort Knox Antiquities. If anyone is in a giving mood, I'll take the Mesopotamian Cuneiform Tablet featured here.

There are some really cool things on this site.

Five Weird Habits -- Scary, really.

Five Weird Habits – tagged by September Skies


The Rules: The first player of this game starts with the topic “five weird habits” and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don’t forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says “You have been tagged” (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.

1. Sometimes, I will take a warm shower or bath so I can "just think." I vaguely remember some study that showed hot showers to stimulate thinking, but that's not why. I tend to be a bit of a day-dreamer, so this is really some "me" time.

2. Everytime I talk about politics, I usually finish with the phrase "I hate politics," even though I really do love to discuss them.

3. When faced with a challenge, I will practice it until I get better than everyone around me, or at least try to... My wife finds that this trait makes it difficult to beat me at games when I set my heart to winning. I will figure out the trick. I will crush my opponents. (I usually lose the first few times, but then I enter my very steep learning curve.)

4. I tend to psychoanalyze my students during class. Sometimes, they think this is funny. Sometimes, not.

5. I need noise. If I don't have some kind of background noise, I go kinda nutty. I like movies or music, but silence has become far too disturbing.

I'm not going to tag anyone in particular, but will leave you all to some self-taggery!

Saturday, February 04, 2006

...

I plead the fifth...

...of vodka!


Sick. I'll be back soon. I'm tired of getting colds...

[sniffle sniffle]