shiny things in messy little piles

Year: 2012 (Page 1 of 3)

Molly Crabapple Has Your Heart (and I have no motivation)

Today in pro­cras­ti­na­tion fol­lies. I should be adding ID head­ers to the video from last week­end’s Mock Tri­als. But A) I am too dizzy to stand up and work and B) I need to call my doc about that par­tic­u­lar side effect. But C) I don’t have my new doc’s num­ber in my phone and D) If I add it to my phone it won’t nec­es­sar­i­ly appear in my con­tacts on my com­put­er. So… E) I’m now spend­ing time look­ing up what the hell is up with iOS6 and the weird linked con­tacts thing and why it does­n’t sync back to Outlook/Exchange properly. 

And F) I’m talk­ing to you all about what you’re doing rather than doing real™ work. What are friends for?

So G) I’m going to blog this because I haven’t blogged crap in weeks.

Also — this made me very happy. 

Yes, I know the frame runs out over the bor­der of the col­umn. The video is far too cool to stick into the lit­tle itty-bitty col­umn width that my graphic-miser heart requires for hip­ster credibility.

There’s an entire web­site about it — with lots of pic­tures and mak­ing of bits. 

And I’m con­sid­er­ing learning/experimenting with comics and ani­ma­tion. Because wth? I need to go har­ing off after yet anoth­er medi­um for sto­ry telling. 

#fridayreads 19.oct.2012

I’ve missed a lot of read­ing time this week. We saw some awe­some music.… Knopfler and Dylan on Sat­ur­day, Andras Schiff played all of Book 2 of the Well-Tempered Clavier on Mon­day and last night Mozart, Beethoven, Hay­den and a world pre­miere — Dai Fujikura’s
Mina, Con­cer­to for 5 Soloists and Orches­tra. That last piece was, erm, challenging.

Speak­ing of chal­leng­ing. I gave my best shot but I could­n’t get it down, Mieville’s Per­di­do Street Sta­tion. Clum­sy is the only word I can think to use for his prose. Sor­ry fans.

Foren­sics for Dum­mies — D. Lyle. Fin­ished ear­ly this week. It’s a place to start. But if this is as far as you go, your edi­tor is going to charge back all of the time she has to spend fact check­ing your crime nov­el. Also suf­fers from falls flat attempts at humor. I“ll let you know when I find the “cool” books.

The Frac­tal Prince — Rajanie­mi. Just start­ed this. So far I’m hav­ing a good time with it. 

Also picked up Lau­ren Beukes’ Zoo City. Post-something, maybe apoc­a­lypse — maybe just a real­ly bad elec­tion year. South African. She’s got a wicked voice and a bitchin’ smirk. It’s my ice cream reward for get­ting a cou­ple of not so fun tasks tak­en care of next week.

What have you been reading?

#FridayReads — 5.Oct.2012

Things I’m in the middle of:

Foren­sics for Dum­mies, Dou­glas P. Lyle — What it says on the tin. Sim­plis­tic but it does the trick as all I’m look­ing for a smat­ter­ing of back­ground and some vocab­u­lary lessons. The inter­est­ing stuff will come later. 

29th Years Best Sci­ence Fic­tion, Dozios — Dip­ping in and out. This will take weeks.

For the Love of a Dog
, Patri­cia B. McConnell — Do dogs have emo­tion­al lives? 

Poems (pub­lished in 1820), John Keats — because I’m lis­ten­ing to Dan Sim­mons’ Hype­r­i­on. Mak­ing my brain mushy. 

Catch­ing up on some old issues of Clarkesworld, Azi­mov’s, Ana­log, etc. I’ll owe you all a post on a cou­ple of short sto­ries that you should look up.

Things I finished:

Mechanique: A Tale of the Cir­cus Tre­saulti, Genevieve Valen­tine — A rust, and brown, and dark­ly stained cir­cus of half humans and half mon­sters (or are they?) trav­el­ing through an equal­ly stained world. There are love sto­ries, and war sto­ries, and a bit of a caper. But most­ly there is an odd, eerie, strange­ly hope­ful mag­ic. It’s creepy; I loved it. 

Dev­il Said Bang (Sand­man Slim), Richard Kadrey — Fourth in the series that shows clear signs of hav­ing orig­i­nal­ly been intend­ed to be a tril­o­gy but now extend­ed to at least six. Stark, who is now Lucifer, escapes too eas­i­ly from Hell to L.A. Too eas­i­ly con­sid­er­ing the so much was made of the impos­si­bly of said return in the pre­vi­ous book. Also a lot of jokes about Hel­l’s bureau­cra­cy. Rote appear­ances by cast mem­bers from the pre­vi­ous books — just so you remem­ber them and the oblig­a­tory roman­tic com­pli­ca­tion that has all the heat of my break­fast. Weak enough that I may not both­er with the remain­der of the series. Not weak enough that I’ll pass on any­thing else Mr. Kadrey writes out of hand. Butch­er Bird which was, by his own admis­sion, con­sid­er­ably less com­mer­cial, remains one my favorites. BTW — there are some excerpts from a Locus inter­view with Kardey posted. 

Up next:

I also spent a lot of time sam­pling mate­r­i­al and adding to the “Read Next” pile. Most of the sam­ple are of books about foren­sics, some pop­u­lar some tech­ni­cal, that I’m look­ing over while I con­tem­plate how to divvy up foren­sics capa­bil­i­ties in a mixed tech world. I’ve also come to the con­clu­sion that one of my dream library jobs exists, that it’s local, and that I’d have to com­mit mur­der to get it. (There’s an incum­bent and mur­der­ing a ref­er­ence librar­i­an who man­ages a foren­sics library has got to be one of the stu­pid­est ideas ever. But it might make a good sto­ry plot. Hmmmm…)

Going onto the Read Next — Fic­tion pile are the newest from C. Valente The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairy­land and Led the Rev­els There. Also Han­nu Rajanie­mi brings back Jean de Flam­beur (Quan­tum Thief) in The Frac­tal Prince.

Also seek­ing rec­om­men­da­tions from any­one who has read Stew­art O’Nan. Best book to start with? 

Unintentional Poetry

Every now and again I redis­cov­er some long for­got­ten cor­ner of my vasty web empire and have to clean out an over­grown com­ments mod­er­a­tion queue. For a while there was a rash of spam com­ments made up of seem­ing­ly ran­dom bits of strung togeth­er prose. They stopped appear­ing a cou­ple years ago. But I recent­ly found a trove of them on a pho­to­blog I’d moth­balled. Here­with I present. 

manifestation

man­i­fes­ta­tion unsung natur­ism funer­ary unknown rum gore infield vizier supernatural …

Jack­ets with still exter­nals can be jad­ed for all sea­sons, on angry days and on chill­ing days with lay­ers under­neath to require…

knowl­edge of is among the more attrac­tive heat­ing ele­ments anger class­es in illi­nois as well as know about for­get about in…

All roads lead to Rome.

Every Jack will find his Jill.

Umbrella

Red Rain © Car­los Rodriguez

Tomas looked down from the balcony. 

This house, the house he’d grown up in, was old, fad­ed. The cool blues and sweet mel­ons of his child­hood for­got­ten and replaced with dry grays and dingy mus­tards. It was as if his moth­er had tak­en all of the col­or with her when she left. Papa had told them that she died. Sud­den­ly one night when Tomas was 12 and Hugo had just turned 4. 

Tomas had believed Papa and Hugo had not. And that is all you need to know about the two Clau­dio brothers. 

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