Friday Links

NPR explains why nobody likes the 2016 candidates. Trump has a staggering 30% net unfavorability rating despite being the Republican frontrunner. Hillary’s 11% in the red. And nobody else is doing much better. Bush, Christie, Huckabee, all are more disliked than liked. Only Bernie Sanders, Marco Rubio, and Ohio’s own John Kasich have positive ratings, and those are very slim.

“Election 2016: Are These the Best We’ve Got?”

In other news, a study found that fully one-third of survey recipients believed that depression is contagious. Um. This isn’t entirely false – being around depression can bring you down, and being down for a long time can lead to something worse – but depression isn’t exactly something you’ll pick up from a handshake, either. Moods are far more contagious than mental illnesses, and that works both ways, so if you’re happy, why not share the wealth?

Speaking of happiness, have a felicitous weekend!

Still Alive

This was a triumph.
I’m making a note here: huge success.
It’s hard to overstate my satisfaction.
–Jonathan Coulton, “Still Alive”

Crazy week, and it’s only Wednesday morning. Extremely busy. But I’m doing a lot of good work, and I’ve got leads on several potential clients.

As I said before: an excellent problem to have.

Onward!

Manic Monday

Can’t talk, must edit. (A good problem to have!)

Friday Meme

Donald Trump vs. Inigo MontoyaHave a deluxe weekend.

Sylvia Plath – 1947, about age 14

Sylvia Plath - Wellesley, Massachusetts garden - 1947, about age 14A young Sylvia Plath. I don’t know the story behind this photo – who took it, or where it resides now. It was supposedly taken in Massachusetts, though I can’t confirm. Even the date, 1947, is just what somebody posted on a Tumblr somewhere; I don’t know for sure that it’s accurate, though she seems to be about the right age.

Here’s an audio recording of her reading one of her own poems, “Tulips.” She has an elegant voice. I love the way she pronounces “anesthetist.”

If she hadn’t killed herself, she’d be 82 today, with a birthday coming in October. She looks so happy, doesn’t she?

Wednesday Update

  • Editing – This morning I’m working on a sample edit for a prospective client. Thanks to everyone who spread the word about my freelance business.
  • Writing The Crane Girl – 42,000 words and counting on the first draft.
  • Painting the fence – Almost done! My right thumb is sore from holding the roller so long.
  • Bible reading – Still in Genesis, making progress. Betsy and I are up to Jacob now. I’ll do a Genesis post tomorrow if I have time – they seem to eat up a lot of it.
  • Watching Bob’s Burgers – Betsy is now successfully hooked. Mission accomplished. We’re in season 3.
  • American campaign finance system – Still horrifically broken.
  • Writing this blog post – Done!

Buckley the Editor Is Open for Business

why not

I’m opening my doors as a freelance copyeditor.

If you need someone to corral the commas on your 28th-century kitten overlord space empire novel, your semierotic time-traveling-fruit-vendor-meets-Cleopatra romance, your how-to guide for new owners of adamantium tarantulas, your short essay on why Donald Trump should be appointed U.S. Ambassador to Charon, or your blog post on the top 17 ways to use a rutabaga in self-defense…

Why not hire Brian D. Buckley, freelance copyeditor?

All the details are at: BuckleyEditor.com

Tell your friends! Tell your readers! Lies will be corroborated, bribes reimbursed!

I even have one of those Twitter things the cool kids are always talking about: @buckleyeditor

In all seriousness, I am looking for work in addition to what I’m doing for Pen-L. If you do need a copyeditor (or know someone who might), I think I can do a pretty damn good job. I do free sample edits if you’d like to see how I handle your words. And I guarantee I will always treat you and your work with respect and professionalism.

So anyone who would care to spread the word, or post a link to my editing site somewhere, it would be greatly appreciated.

That is all!

Transcendence: Never Gonna Change

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.


Very often, you’ll fall in love with a song or a story when you’re a kid, but you won’t fully appreciate it – you won’t really get it – till you’re an adult. I think that just about any art worth its salt will grow along with you.

That’s how it was with Collin Raye’s 1995 song “I Think About You,” which came out when I was ten.

It’s a country song that is feminist (yes, they exist!) – but, more broadly, it’s about fighting for change in a world that often doesn’t care. It’s sung from the perspective of a father whose outlook on world problems has shifted now that he has an eight-year-old daughter. I do not have a daughter myself – or a son – as far as I know, but as I get older, I’ve begun seeing social problems more in the way he describes.

There are a couple lines in particular:

(Click here if you can’t see the audio player.)

Every time I hear people say it’s never gonna change
I think about you
Like it’s some kind of joke, some kind of game
Girl, I think about you

It’s an indictment of cynicism.

Now, I’m cynical about some things, I admit. But I think there are two kinds of cynicism. There’s bitterness born of frustration with a broken system: the anger that comes from fighting and losing. And then there’s a darker, more complacent cynicism, an attitude of sitting back on your hands and saying, “Well, that’s just how life is.” It’s that second kind, I think, that he’s talking about here.

From a certain angle, bitter complacency can sound like wisdom. But it’s poison – and not just for us, but for future generations too. For me, these lines are an elegant reminder of what’s at stake.

So, um. That was kind of depressing for a Monday morning. Here, have a comic about dog psychology.

Friday Politics Roundup

Last night I stayed up late and watched the first 2016 Republican presidential debate, followed by the last Jon Stewart episode of the Daily Show. So in lieu of links, I’ll talk about those.

Thoughts on the debate, bearing in mind that I’m about as likely to win the Kentucky Derby as vote for any of these candidates:

  • A lot of people criticized Fox News for their “arbitrary” selection process, cutting the top ten from the bottom seven on the basis of some very thin differences in polling numbers. I don’t understand this; of course it’s arbitrary. Any such decision is arbitrary. What’s the alternative? Have all seventeen on stage at once?
  • The moderators asked excellent hardball questions and managed the debate very well. They seemed a lot smarter than the people onstage.
  • Before the debate, Rand Paul was the only one I liked even a little, because of his strong defense of civil liberties. Well, that’s gone. Dunno if he’s a dick in real life, but he sure acted like one last night, attacking other candidates over meaningless, trivial distractions (like Chris Christie hugging Obama).
  • Speaking of Christie, I thought he came across reasonably well, aside from wanting to use the Fourth Amendment as toilet paper. He seemed to grasp the idea that you can’t get the budget under any kind of control by just whittling around the edges, without touching entitlements.
  • Huckabee’s an idiot; or at least, if he’s smart, he hides it well. His alternative to raising the social security retirement age is to remove retirement benefits for Congress – as if that would have any kind of significant effect.
  • Jeb Bush seemed relatively okay.
  • Trump was what you’d expect – vapid, bombastic, insulting, sensational, and stupid. The sad thing is, I can actually see a certain id-centered charisma to the man. He spins compassion as political correctness, disrespect as honesty, and critical thinking as stupidity – and at some level, it works. I still don’t think he’s a real contender, but his solid #1 position in polls (within the Republicans) is depressing enough as is.
  • Ben Carson, by contrast, was very un-charismatic, though without much substance to compensate.
  • John Kasich, the governor of Ohio (my home), came across surprisingly well. He sounded like he understands that people with opposing ideas aren’t automatically enemies. Of course, this will hurt his chances considerably.
  • There were other people on the stage too.
  • Just a quick reminder that today, now, in 2015, 94% of the major Republican candidates (and 100% of the top ten) are men. And 88% are white. Just in case anyone tries to tell you that we’re living in a post-racial society, or that feminism isn’t necessary.
  • It’s depressing that Obama and Hillary have become so deeply vilified that merely associating a candidate with them counts as an attack, while Ronald Reagan has apparently become a kind of benevolent Republican god, to the point that candidates defend their policies by saying “Reagan did it too.”
  • Don’t forget, everybody, we’ve got fifteen more months of this.

As for Stewart’s last Daily Show (#JonVoyage), it was more sentimental than funny, which is fine. Jon paid tribute to all (or at least a hell of a lot) of his past correspondents, ending with Colbert, whose heartfelt expression of gratitude moved Jon to tears. Then they went behind the scenes and gave a who’s who of the people who run the show. Jon gave a final, very enjoyable little talk on the importance of detecting bullshit, which nicely summed up the show’s entire message. And then, for some reason, Bruce Springsteen came on and sang for a really, really long and boring time.

Hats off to Mr. Stewart and everyone else who’s made The Daily Show possible. You made us all a little smarter – or, failing that, a little better at laughing at stupidity.

Have a laudable weekend!

Polish and Bones

That esteemed sage of our time, Tycho Brahe (the video gamer, not the astronomer) once wrote:

I think our people are sort of obsessed with polish, to be honest.  I’m not a masochist by any means, and it is my preference to play games that function, but I feel very strongly that I need to be receptive – both for myself, and in your service.  We can’t assume that every incredible, epochal idea is matched by mechanically incredible execution.

Likewise, my mom (a painter, and a pretty good one) talks about a painting having “good bones.” That means that the fundamentals of a painting – composition, value, palette – are strong, even if some details may be off. It may not be polished, but deep down, it’s got the right stuff.

My mom’s comment and Tycho’s are saying basically the same thing. In any art form, there’s deep quality – the “bones” – and surface quality – the “polish.” And, as consumers of art, we should be wise enough to know the difference.

Why? Because we’ll miss a lot of gold if we’re not willing to brush off the muck.

Babylon 5 is one of the greatest TV shows ever made – if you ignore the first season…and a lot of the second season…and the fifth season…and the cheesy special effects…and the occasionally over-the-top dialogue…and – well, you get the idea. The point is that it’s hard to draw someone new into Babylon 5 because it’s so easy to dismiss, since it lacks polish in a lot of places. But the price for dismissing it is never getting to see those sublime moments of visual poetry: Londo taking out the island of Shadows…Ivanova realizing that the voice of God is the voice of Marcus…Vir answering Moridin’s question, “What do you want?”…

Star Trek: The Next Generation has its moments of startling beauty, but you wouldn’t know it from the first season. Buffy is the same. Reading The Silmarillion is somewhere between sipping ambrosia and smashing your own eye sockets with a ball-peen hammer.

As artists, of course, we strive for both the bones and the polish, and there’s plenty out there that succeeds on both levels – stuff that’s deep and also easy to recommend, like Breaking BadAvatar: The Last AirbenderLittle Miss Sunshine, and Ender’s Game (the book, not the movie). Wonderful. Stand up and applaud.

Other stuff is just polish, with nothing much underneath. A lot of summer blockbusters are that way – munch your popcorn and forget. Nothing wrong with that either.

All I’m saying is, if you have reason to think a story might be great, don’t give up on it too quick. It may be awkward or boring or baffling at first, but brush off the dust. See what’s underneath. You might be surprised.

And if you get through the whole thing, and it still sucks, well…rant about it in a blog post.