Monthly Archives: September 2015

This Title Intentionally Left Blank

I’m alive, just (a) busy with other stuff and (b) not thinking anything very profound.

More words to come later. I WILL DO MY DUTY TO FILL THE INTERNET’S SHORTAGE OF WORDS

Friday Links: Shrooms and Death Glare Edition

LOTS OF STUFF TODAY. ALSO I CAN’T FIND MY CAPS LOCK KEY oh nm there it is.

Ron Funches describes what it’s like to raise kids (image found here):

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This week I discovered the music video for Andy Grammer’s song “Honey, I’m Good.” It’s a catchy song, but even if you don’t care for the music, the video itself is wonderful and surprisingly touching.

If you’ve ever played the computer game Limbo (and, statistically speaking, you probably haven’t) then you know it’s a short, stark, beautiful experience, the kind of game you point to and say “This is what games are supposed to be like.” Well, Limbo developer Playdead has a new game in the works called Inside, and it looks amazing.

And finally, blog reader branks263 caught my attention yesterday with an insightful comment on Monday’s Transcendence post. Turns out, he has a nascent blog of his own, where he posts stuff like the Buffy death glare:

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Attention, Internet: this is why you exist.

Anyway, I’m off to be productive and/or watch that “Honey, I’m Good” video again. Have a cromulent weekend, and don’t let anyone tell you “cromulent” isn’t a word – not spellcheck, and especially not Merriam-Webster!

News on the Writing & Editing Front

  • Yesterday I met with the local Area Director for N2 Publishing. She manages a neighborhood magazine called Run Life (the “Run” is a reference to local geography – it’s not related to running). Looks like I’ve got some writing work, and the potential for editing work down the line. Excellent!
  • I’m continuing to do copyediting for business writing from Creative Sparks Writing (not sure if I’ve mentioned them before). Creative Sparks was recently the source of my first-ever editing paycheck, so they have a special place in my heart.
  • I’m also still copyediting for Pen-L Publishing, though I’m in between projects at the moment. So far I’ve edited three book-length manuscripts: a Western novel, a paranormal-romance-ish novel, and a memoir. Learned a lot from all three.
  • I’m taking the first of three EFA classes, branching out from pure copyediting into the wider, more nebulous realm of developmental editing. Gwahahaha, the power!! Ahem.
  • Still working on Crane Girl. The first-and-a-half draft of part one got very positive feedback from beta readers. Lots of good suggestions, too. At the moment I’m working on fleshing out the characters, making them stronger and more interesting. Also figuring out how to make one of the settings, a fantasy city, less Earth-like.
  • Still doing the Twitter thing.

As always, if you know any writers, it would mean so much to me if you wanted to let them know I’m available as a copyeditor, and point them toward my site. When you’re just starting out like this, every new client makes a huge difference. Thanks in advance!

A Totally Serious Guide to Computer Abbreviations

  • a/s/l – This is how someone asks for your area code / superpower / favorite Lego set. A typical answer would be “937 / invisibility / Taj Mahal.”
  • backup – Allegedly a way to protect your files. Don’t fall for this scam. Two locations for data means twice the vulnerability to hackers.
  • blog – A juvenile balrog.
  • broadband – An outdated, sexist term for a woman’s connection to the Internet. The modern, gender-sensitive term is “damewire,” and the male equivalent is “phallifax.”
  • byte – An alternate spelling of “bidet.”
  • DB – Dorito Burrito.
  • DNS – Do Not Suscitate.
  • Error 404 – Page not working. Page needs encouragement. To load page, refresh 404 times.
  • flash drive – A hell of a lot more effective than a bake sale, I can tell you that.
  • forum – A small organ between the duodenum and the jejunum. It performs little digestion and primarily serves to pass along waste.
  • homepage – An online real estate listing.
  • HTML – High-Tech Masculine Libido.
  • HTTP – Hungarian Truck & Tulip Program. (Later changed to “Tubes” after it was discovered that the Internet is not a big truck.)
  • I/O – Iago/Othello slash fic.
  • IP address – The locations of the Italian Palaces, that is, the castles in Super Mario Bros. “Our princess is in another castle!”
  • Linux – The Borg-assimilated version of Linus van Pelt, originally planned for the Charlie Brown Christmas / Star Trek: First Contact crossover special. Eventually scrapped, mostly because somebody ratted us out to Charles Schulz. Bastard.
  • LOL – Land O’ Lakes butter. The traditional reply is GFY, “Good Food – Yum!”
  • malware – A common misspelling of “mallware,” so called for all the great deals you can get.
  • Microsoft – The third-worst male nickname of all time, just behind “Nanolimp” and “Picoflaccid.”
  • online – What words become if you underline them.
  • PDF – Partially Digitized Ferret.
  • pr0n – Priests, Rabbis, Zero Nuns.
  • RAM – Ritalin and Mescaline. (Sometimes measured in GB, or grams/bushel.)
  • social media – The correct plural of “social medium,” a gregarious clairvoyant.
  • SQL – Squash, Quidditch & Lacrosse. Pronounced “squall.”
  • wiki – What the Witch of the West is.

Can Supergirl Fly?

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I love Supergirl … in theory. Someone with all of Superman’s power, but a different personality, a different perspective. Someone who has to share the limelight, with all the emotional maturity that requires. What a great idea, right?

So when I heard that CBS is starting a Supergirl series, to air in October, I was cautiously hopeful. I watched the extended trailer:

(Direct link.)

So far I’m thinking … eh.

It’s not terrible, but it seems … bland. None of the characters are really interesting besides Calista Flockhart’s. The save-the-falling-plane routine has been done before, and better, and pretty recently. There’s no credible threat to overcome. The “girl”-is-feminist speech is preachy. The secret government agency protecting Earth seems like every other secret government agency protecting Earth in every show or movie, ever. And the whole thing is trying way too hard to be inspirational.

You know how you actually become inspirational? You do something that inspires. Showing off your effortless super powers doesn’t really qualify.

Of course, it’s the beginning, and lots of great shows falter in the beginning. I’ve written before about how Next GenerationBabylon 5, and Buffy all had awful beginnings.

I’m more than willing to give it time. I just hope they can pull it off. Because I would really love for Supergirl to be cool.

And, in fairness, having Dean Cain (Superman from Lois and Clark) and Helen Slater (Supergirl from the 1984 movie) as Supergirl’s foster parents is a great idea.

What do you think?

Transcendence: After Life

Each week, we’ll look at another example of what I call a “moment of transcendence” – a scene from a show, a passage from a book, or anything else, that I find soul-piercingly resonant: joyful, sad, awe-inspiring, terrifying, or whatever. These moments are highly subjective, so you may not feel the same way I do, but nevertheless I’ll try to convey why I find the fragment so powerful. I hope we can enjoy it together.


Warning: Major spoilers for Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

My favorite episode of Buffy is an odd one, an often-overlooked story without much action: “After Life,” season 6, episode 3.

Buffy died at the end of season 5, and Willow has just resurrected her, but not everything’s gone according to plan. Buffy is more hurt, more damaged, than anyone expected. But she’s alive. It’s really her.

My favorite scene in my favorite episode is when Spike sees her for the first time post-resurrection. Spike, you see, loves Buffy more than anything on earth, and he’s lost her, he’s resigned himself to having his heart ripped out. Same old story. But he walks into the house, unsuspecting, distracted, worried about something else entirely – and there, at the top of the stairs, there she is.

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For the next ten seconds or so, he doesn’t say a word. He just – looks at her.

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The why and the how and the what next all come later. In this moment, he’s just drinking in the miracle.

Anyone else read Roald Dahl’s Matilda as a kid? (Or as an adult, for that matter?) Reminds me of a scene, toward the end, when Matilda tells Miss Honey she has magic powers – telekinesis. Miss Honey doesn’t believe her, of course, but being a nice person, she humors Matilda, lets her demonstrate. And then Matilda actually does it. Dahl describes the woman’s reaction this way:

Miss Honey’s mouth dropped open and her eyes stretched so wide you could see the whites all round. She didn’t say a word. She couldn’t. . . . [She was] gazing at the child in absolute wonderment, as though she were The Creation, The Beginning Of The World, The First Morning.

It’s very common in books, in movies, on TV, to see someone’s heart ripped out. But every now and then – much more rarely – the heart comes back again.

Friday Link

The coolest thing I’ve seen on DeviantArt this week.

Have an upstanding weekend!

Postmortem: Genesis

Betsy and I just finished Genesis. It’s … a strange book.

Chapters 1-11 cover primeval, mythic-type events: Creation, expulsion from Eden, the first murder, the Flood, the Tower of Babel. A lot of the best-known Genesis stories come from these early chapters.

But the vast majority of the book, chapters 12-50, are about four generations of rich patriarchs: Abraham, Isaac, Jacob (Israel), and Joseph, along with their families.

It’s striking, first of all, how amoral this section of Genesis is. People do all kinds of things – killing, threatening to kill, enslaving, banishing, lying, cheating, sleeping around – with very little judgment from the text on what is and isn’t okay. In some cases, as when Abraham lies to Pharaoh and calls Sarah his sister, we get the impression it’s a bad thing. Other cases, like when Jacob cheats Esau out of his blessing, feel more positive. In still other cases, as when Lot’s daughters get him drunk and sleep with him, there seems to be no textual judgment at all, positive or negative; it’s just something that happens. Such lack of judgment would make sense in a work of fiction, but in the Bible – which people use as a source of moral guidance – it’s more surprising.

Likewise, there isn’t much about what kind of relationship humanity should have with God. God actually doesn’t appear too often in these chapters, and when he does, his exchanges with humans are very transactional: command and obey, request and provide. Unlike Noah, who was chosen for his righteousness, Abraham seems to be chosen without any clear reason. God simply says, without explanation or preamble: “I will make of you a great nation, and I will bless you, and make your name great” (Gen 12:2). Likewise, Abraham’s descendants seem to inherit his blessing through blood, rather than virtue. Why has God chosen these people in particular? Why would God choose any people in particular? We’re never told, at least not in Genesis. Instead, God seems to be on Abraham’s side because, well, he’s Abraham.

So if Genesis isn’t primarily about laws, morals, or God, what is it about?

Mostly, it’s about inheritance. A lot of time and detail is spent on who marries who, who sleeps with who, sterility and fertility, birth order and birthright, the blessings of the father, and where people are buried. All this establishes the lineage and origin of the twelve tribes of Israel (and other tribes), the ancestors of King David, the blessings of God, and claims to ownership of various lands. It’s practical: I get this land, this blessing, this authority, not you.

From an ancient viewpoint, Genesis makes sense. People want origin stories, and they want to establish claims to what they have. For a modern Christian reader, though, the purpose of Genesis is less clear. A few passages are instructive (albeit troubling), like the Flood and Abraham’s willingness to sacrifice Isaac. And the book does provide important historical and cultural perspective for interpreting the rest of the Bible, including the teachings of Jesus.

But as a standalone book, it’s … well, it’s odd. Interesting and significant, of course, but odd.

That’s my, ahem, professional opinion.

On to Exodus!

Haiku 365: August

#215: 8/1/2015
Drinking an O’doul’s
is like walking a nice old
dog: no bark, no bite.

#216: 8/3/2015
Little clay bluebird,
thimbleful of dark coffee.
Fairy garden tour.

#217: 8/3/2015
Brown furtive rabbits
leap from dawn to dawn, round-eyed,
tracking dusk and dew.

#218: 8/4/2015
Hard, unripe apples
clutch their branches, then plummet
to the placid earth.

#219: 8/7/2015
Fence gets painted white,
becoming by slow degrees
ever more ghostlike.

#220: 8/7/2015
Writing a letter:
thoughts overflow, stain paper;
I send them away.

#221: 8/7/2015
Hourly miracles
sustain us. Scent of apples.
Knowing how to walk.

#222: 8/12/2015
Early morning work,
lunch, and pleasant afternoon,
make for easy rest.

#223: 8/12/2015
Betsy picks peaches.
Trees we planted together
yield up their reward.

#224: 8/12/2015
Jacob the trickster
has grown into stern Israel,
he who strives with God.

#225: 8/12/2015
Audacious squirrel
snatches what he wants, and eats
staring through window.

#226: 8/12/2015
Bullets are crucial
for police officers and
people who like lists.

#227: 8/13/2015
Shining afternoon:
pure sky, fences like beacons,
nearing summer’s end.

#228: 8/14/2015
My decaf coffee,
my non-alcoholic beer.
Faux buzz beats no buzz!

#229: 8/15/2015
Rising in darkness,
stumbling over blank bare tiles
in search of waking.

#230: 8/17/2015
Two o’clock a.m.
In between late and early,
witching hour’s prelude.

#231: 8/17/2015
Banana peel sags
on coaster. Even fruit dies.
Yellow, brown, and black.

#232: 8/18/2015
Brain has turned to mush.
Is it a safety hazard,
typing with mush-brain?

#233: 8/19/2015
Dead men tell no tales,
but living dead can edit.
At least, I hope so!

#234: 8/20/2015
Black six-legged speck
scuttles on screen’s flat landscape,
pixel-ignorant.

#235: 8/24/2015
Thirtieth birthday
passes softly, like a friend
showing me the way.

#236: 8/24/2015
The Empire Strikes Back
and Return of the Jedi.
Betsy’s one of us.

#237: 8/24/2015
Copyeditors
are paragons of English,
flawless at there jobs.

#238: 8/24/2015
A one-year-old walks
fearlessly: joyful, lurching,
heedless of her falls.

#239: 8/25/2015
Critiquing strangers:
an exercise in prose, grace,
and diplomacy.

#240: 8/26/2015
Let go, summer, peace.
Embrace autumn like a son.
Peace, summer, at last.

#241: 8/27/2015
Electric house-lights
enshrine my dim wakefulness
in a land of black.

#242: 9/8/2015
Behind on haikus!
Days late and syllables short,
my keys scramble back.

#243: 9/8/2015
First sip. The booze hits
quick, no obstacles in stomach,
proceed straight to brain.

#244: 9/8/2015
Old sun fades westward,
following its ancient call,
looking for deep rest.

#245: 9/8/2015
Dreams turn inside-out,
filling daytime with their hues,
softening twilight.

Ramune

Ramune

Betsy and I had dinner at a sushi place the other night.

I went hunting through the menu for something to drink. My criteria are kinda strict: I can’t drink much alcohol at the moment, I don’t drink much soda, and I don’t usually like caffeine in the evening. So I look for less typical stuff like smoothies and bubble tea.

I found something called Ramune, advertised as a kids’ drink. Had absolutely no idea what it was. Sure, let’s try that.

Ramune – the name is apparently a Japanization of “lemonade” – is much weirder than I expected.

The drink itself is sugary and forgettable (“MADE with REAL SUGAR”), but the container is … bizarre. The kind of thing that gives Japan its reputation for weirdness.

The glass bottle came with directions for opening. These directions advised kids to have an adult open the bottle, but maybe it should have said “adults,” because this Ramune container required both of us working together to figure out. (Admittedly, I am not very good at stuff like this.) Basically, you remove the plastic cap, snap out the middle, and use that small plastic piece (shown on the right in the photo) to pop the marble out of the mouth of the bottle.

Yes, the marble. Because why wouldn’t there be a marble in your bottle? You can still see it in the neck, above.

The world is full of things.