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March 12th, 2014
pbo, original lion library, у издательства культовый статус (во многом благодаря джиму томпсону)
But I just watched an anime called Freedom - which is about a moon colony that wants to remain isolated by telling its citizen that everyone on earth is dead. A couple of rebels break away and find societies on earth and by the end, the earth people come back to the moon and confront the forces of conservatism who want everyone to be isolated. And there is a big rousing speech about how they can't remain isolated forever. People of the earth will continue to send up ships and we will get in and you can't hide from the world.
I was writing a paper on the Qing Dynasty and the Closed Door policy. Granted, Japan had a relatively easy transition from isolation to dealing with outsiders and Freedom is Japanese, but even they got forced into it by a big-ass ship with nasty guns.
So as I'm listening to the speech about how you can't stay isolated forever and how everyone will come and visit and bring everything with them, I mentally added "And we will sell you our opium and force you to buy it and when you try to keep drugs away from your culture, we will totally fuck you up and divide up your little moon colony."
In that context, it just doesn't seem like that happy of an ending.
No wonder I prefer anime like Boogiepop Phantom.
Tuesday NightThe Big Melt + Rain and then a coating of 3-8" of snow? Winds? Then a subzero hard freeze? What could possibly go wrong?
Cloudy with rain and snow showers this evening, becoming all snow overnight. Low 28F. Winds NNE at 10 to 20 mph. 3 to 5 inches of snow expected.
Snow during the morning will become lighter during the afternoon. High 28F. Winds N at 20 to 30 mph. 1 to 3 inches of snow expected.
Clear to partly cloudy. Low -1F. Winds NNW at 10 to 20 mph.
And I have a cold.
I'll stay at home and phone in the lecture.
March 11th, 2014
Forgive me, LJ. It has been three months since my last confession.
Time has really slipped past me. I’ll spare you some of the Christmas whinging as that is so last year…
It wasn’t something I needed, thought it a bit extravagant, but I will admit that I sure enjoy my new latte maker. Best part? It was a gift!
More structural rewrites are in my future. I had so hoped this one was good to go.
If only my name was Felicia. Then I could change my Twitter handle for the season to Felicia Navidad.
So now of course I’m earworming Feliz Navidad.
My new most-hated phrase: “Clear all the jelly!
So beautiful! Worth sitting through the annoying ad.
Having occupied my office chair for 4 hours I will now go to lunch. 4 hours after that I will be off for 9 blessed days.
Ooookay. Candy Crush has now moved beyond divertissement to obsession.
My cousin’s Christmas gift to me: coming to take care of Mom while I have knee surgery. God bless you, Francie.
Note from March: there’s an unhappy ending to this story.
I still think the Miami Heat’s logo looks like a flaming butternut squash.
One half of the gay couple who married on the Rose Parade float was a former hair dresser of mine. I’m thrilled for him!
I hate cutting characters out of stories even when I know it’s necessary. I feel like I’m denying them there chance at the limelight.
You know that thing where you’re unintentionally full of shite, where bad memory and public pronouncement collide? That thing.
This guy! who flew his plane under the Eiffel Tower to chase and shoot down a Nazi:
Mom had some issues at dialysis last night so we had an outpatient procedure this morning. Home again. Everything’s fine.
Michael Easton on General Hospital always reminds me of Dr. Drake Ramore.
Back in the ER again. This week is a clusterf*ck.
Mom’s CAT scan was OK so the hospital kicked her loose late yesterday afternoon so I could take her to dialysis. I was not pleased. We didn’t get home from dialysis until after 10 and Mom was hurting. I had to do two hour watches on her all night long to make sure the head wound didn’t go south. But she’s doing much better than we had any right to expect. She’s got a 4 cm cut on the back of her head and 10 wee. She fell in the street when the transport guy came to pick her up to take her to the clinic.
I used to live 2 blocks from here in 79 (and other inane facts)—Venice Beach, 1979: http://twitter.com/History_Pics/status/4
A vivid and profound dream last night. Clearly a message from Self to self, but I haven’t quite figured out all it was trying to tell me.
A belief which keeps you prisoner in a life you hate should be done away with. It is not a thing of the Spirit, it is an aberration of Man.
All Ma wanted to do today was watch football and all I wanted to do was read philosophy. What a ridiculous conundrum.
I think Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber should date. Then the gossip media mill would implode and none of us would have to listen anymore.
So I says to my friend, “If the Apocalypse comes, I’m going to shelter in place and let it get me.” I’m not cut out for dystopia.
I’ve getting so tired of manufactured crises. I’m tired of the real ones, too, but the manufactured ones are really wearing thin.
I’m a committed mediocritist. It’s exhausting trying not to do better, but I can’t compromise my principles.
It’s official: I get my bionic knee on March 20.
Note from March: As previously stated, this may not be true.
CCF is one of the most decent people in FSF. RT @Catrambo Charles Coleman Finlay produces some tips for rejectomancy. http://ccfinlay.com/blog/nectar-for-reje
If you believe in the possibility of a fair trial in Italy, read The Monster of Florence by Preston & Spezi. Their legal system is a joke.
I think my cat is as likely to answer to “You little t*rd” as she is to Min.
RIP Philip Seymour Hoffman. Stunning. Heartbreaking.
Actually, I’m not really having knee surgery in March, I’m headed here.
Note from March: In fact…
The rages come out of nowhere like they always have. Why do they still have the power to surprise me?
He’s so cheerful all the time he gives me the creeps. No names please.
Daily Mail article on sitting down: “those who sat more than six hours a day were 37 per cent more likely to die” NEWSFLASH: everyone dies
If you MUST read it for yourself:
People assume that because you aren’t ambitious in the same way or for the same things as they are that you have no ambition.
Pussy Riot is brutalized by Cossacks while trying to protest, then Livejournal goes down. Probably not a coincidence.
So I won’t be getting my bionic knee after all, not for awhile. My cousin can’t stay with Mom. Not her fault, just life. She got sick herself.
Ah, farewell Harold Ramis. One for the ages.
So Der Weinerschnitzel is using a tiki motif to advertise their new chili cheese dogs which have no tiki motif that I can tell. ?? I’m a big fan of tiki so I don’t mind, but…
At home sick and watching too much TV I suspect.
Dear Marketers: If you make me create an account to shop at your site I won’t be shopping at your site.
My cat answered to “Farthead” today. In other news, I’ve been home since Tuesday with an awful cold. Am sick of being sick.
I watch my mother destroy a vintage pattern I bought her so she could make something from her past. Things don’t matter, just what they mean to people, and she is so present and content recreating that past. And I am content.
In Braveheart it always sounds to me like Mel Gibson is saying, “You may take our wives but you will never take our freedom!”
Watching the Oscars, Mom is confused. Spike Jones and Steve McQueen are not who she remembers.
Dear Nekkid Girl with “Individuals” emblazoned across your nekkid picture: all nekkid girls are exactly the same.
They’re getting Social Security and Medicare now—New Year’s Eve party, c.1960:
She has no pattern recognition left since the stroke. She was a crafter/artist. This was key to her identity. Life is a cold-hearted bitch.
If I start receiving ads in my car as some bright sparks are proposing I’ll drive my car through the front door of the first ad agency I see.
And sometimes a miracle occurs and the way becomes clear again and the universe seems a warmer place. You just never know what Life will do.
OTOH, Miley Cyrus still thinks she’s the only person ever to discover S-E-X.
My latest Etsy obsession:
and a continuing one:
In my Twitterfeed I saw a story about shamans bilking relatives of those on MH370 claiming they can find the plane, followed by another claiming the loss of the plane was a giant government conspiracy. These seem to be the inevitable exploitive accompaniments to all tragedies these days.
Mirrored from Better Than Dead.
I’m a (very minor) Baen author. I’m embarrassed by this. Honestly, I couldn’t read the whole thing. I got to this pair of sentences and bounced out:
Of course we all read Heinlein and have an opinion about his work. How can you be a fan and not?
Easy peasy. Life is short.
I don’t like Heinlein’s work, generally speaking.
His female characters were, well, not believable female characters to me. On the other hand, as Rick pointed out when I had wound up to quite a rant one day: Heinlein wrote female main (and major) characters at a point in time when few other people did. So, credit where it’s due. He tried. Maybe not very hard, but he tried at a time when few others even bothered.
All the Heinlein stories that I do like are neatly collected into this anthology. “The Man Who Traveled in Elephants” and “And He Built a Crooked House,” for example.
What I dislike even more than some of Heinlein’s stuff is some Heinlein fans. My least favorite group to interact with in fandom is The Heinlein Society. Why?
Because when I told them that I didn’t want to have single-author panels for next year’s convention, they went to the chair of a convention I was attending to get her to help them lobby me (in person, live) to change my policy. After that, I never wanted to speak to them again. Never got an apology, either.
I don’t believe in single-author panels for two reasons:
- Panels should be about conversations that expand the audience’s appreciation about a topic. Single-author panels only appeal to big fans of that particular author, and thus have a more-limiting maximum audience than a broader topic.</p>
I consider it disrespectful to the Writer Guest of Honor to have single-author panels that aren’t about the WGoH’s own work. (In the case of someone like Scalzi, including a discussion of Heinlein influences in Scalzi’s work would be a two-author panel, but I’d be okay with that kind of thing, sure.)
One of the things various Heinlein fans have said to me over the years is that Heinlein wrote about his wife Virginia, usually followed by something like therefore he must understand women.
My usual response to that is, “So she married her rapist?” Somehow the topic always drops after that. Mind you, she only married the “good” rapist. IMHO, for a much better book with some Friday-esque themes in it (and without that problematic ending), Paulo Bacigalupi’s The Windup Girl is a far better book.
Let’s just say there are reasons that BASFA occasionally auctions off a used copy of Friday, someone drives over it or otherwise abuses it, then it gets re-donated to be re-auctioned. Maybe it’s time to scour the local used bookstores for a fresh copy.
Random quote of the day:
“We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.”
—Jonathan Swift, Thoughts on Various Subjects from Miscellanies
Disclaimer: The views expressed in this random quote of the day do not necessarily reflect the views of the poster, her immediate family, Siegfried and Roy, Leonard Maltin, or the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. They do, however, sometimes reflect the views of the Cottingley Fairies.
Mirrored from Better Than Dead.
Nice to see that a university president can have fun and not take himself too seriously. (grin)
About two-thirds of the way into the hour, there was an extended game of Marco Polo in the ruins, a truly ridiculous head butt, two stabbings, and a gunshot. No involvement of Marty’s father-in-law; no payoff on the goth daughter angle; no payoff on a lot of things, actually, like that mysterious convict who died in his cell. “Errol” was behind all the show’s central crimes: he’d participated in drugging a prostitute and decorating her in antlers; he’d helped organize the “Eyes Wide Shut” club with the girls in blindfolds; he was behind the kiddie-porn preschool molestation in the school basement; and then, of course, there was that ancient incestuous family to tend. He also got solid ratings as a housepainter. The masked figures behind the larger conspiracy went free, including the powerful Tuttle family—although I haven’t entirely sorted out the details, maybe because so many of them didn’t make any sense.
сериал мне понравился, но примерно до пятой серии, оставшиеся три крупно разочаровали. прежде всего разочаровала именно центральная сюжетная линия о серийном убийце. интересно, что начался сериал скорее как murder mystery, одно убийство на один сезон, как это было в the killing, где пиццолатто был среди сценаристов кстати. потом стали пробиваться ростки линии о серийном убийце. и здесь-то все и пошло наперекосяк. первые пять серий марти и раст (в составе task force) расследовали одно убийство. после задержания\убийства подозреваемого их все похвалили, дело, кажется, закрыли, и все это произошло чересчур быстро, в суматохе. но ведь всем было понятно, и особенно расту, что реджи ладу не убивал ту девочку из первой серии. никто как будто не проводил никаких тестов, анализов и т.д. ладно, предположим, такой промах был возможен: начальство давит, надо быстрее показать результат.
но затем, когда раст в одиночку начинает копать и предполагает, что серийный убийца все еще на свободе, тут-то сериал и ступает на хрупкую поверхность. создатели нам показывают какие-то телодвижения раста, сбор каких-то улик, но ничего конкретного мы не видим. если раст был так убежден, что маньяк на свободе, он должен был собрать довольно убедительный отчет. а это тела, пропавшие девочки, общий m.o., временные рамки. на дворе-то 95-й год, не 74-й, не 84-й, были уже банди и грин ривер киллер, полиция более-менее научилась работать с серийными убийствами. уже есть общие базы данных, есть методы работы, есть возможность создать удобный список подозреваемых. раст приходит к начальству в прямом смысле с голой жопой. он не предъявляет ничего существенного, потому что ничего существенного не может предложить сценарист. реальный убийца должен был попасть в список подозреваемых уже при изначальном расследовании. пиццолатто допускает детские ошибки.
если дальше обратиться к завершающим трем сериям, то в них можно найти еще море ошибок и неточностей. видеокассета с записью убийства это просто смехопанорама какая-то. серийный убийца никогда не будет убивать в присутствии других людей. он никогда не будет делиться телами. поэтому этот ритуал на пленке абсурд. тем более, если об одном убийстве знало десять человек, это уже не тайна, об этом убийстве знал бы уже весь штат. обидно, что довольно сильная сюжетная линия оказалась выброшенной из-за неумелости сценариста: с первой серии нам дают понять, что раст может быть замешан в свежем убийстве. но затем эта линия отбрасывается, пиццолатто поворачивает в сторону банальности.
рассылка собранных данных по газетам и ведомствам в последней серии это уже просто бородатый анекдот. и вообще финальная серия обернулась банальным экшеном. да какого серийного убийцу поймали с пистолетом в руке? сценарист наплевал на всякую реалистичность ради зрелищности. интересно, что за сериал убивают двух подозреваемых. ох, я бы посмеялся, как бы раст и марти допрашивали этих подозреваемых.
создателям стоило ограничиться первыми пятью сериями и сосредоточиться на одном убийстве, не залезая на территорию серийных убийств.