Now Reading: Boneshaker by Cherie Priest

Just Finished: Spaceman Blues by Brian Francis Slattery

What an unusual book Spaceman Blues was. I admit that at first, I was skeptical, and even suspected the title to be metaphorical, as the early part of the book described parties, neighborhoods, and musicians in great detail. But, I was hooked as the story’s mystery began to unfold.

When a man named Manuel Rodrigo de Guzmán González vanishes, New York City goes into mourning. Soon after, his apartment explodes, leading many to believe Manuel to be alive and in hiding. Among them are Wendell Apogee, whose love for Manuel leads him to stranger places than he could have imagined.

I was pleasantly surprised and entertained by this story, most of all by the author’s storytelling style. I can only describe it as an interesection between William Gibson and Kurt Vonnegut. (This may have been the author’s intent, as a the story contained a character named Trout.) He packs a lot of activity into his prose, creating an impression of something like a visual montage of a busy metropolis.

I’m looking forward to future books by this author.

Now Reading: Spaceman Blues by Brian Francis Slattery
Just Finished: Star Trek: Vanguard: Open Secrets by Dayton Ward.

I feel as though I may need to preface my review of this book with a disclaimer of sorts.

I hate to use the words epic and saga as they’ve been horribly abused by both media and public. An epic is simply a long narrative, and a saga is basically a historical account or biography. If I were to use either word, I’d make sure to use them to mean what they really mean.

That having been said, let’s continue.

Open Secrets continues the epic saga of Vanguard Station, or Starbase 47, as it’s officially known. The series is something of a departure from the standard Star Trek novelizations. As with the previous books in the series, the Enterprise is nowhere in sight, though it and her captain are mentioned from time to time, if only to link up with the established timeline.

This story covers the repercussions of the events of the previous book, Reap the Whirlwind. Diego Reyes, commander of the station, is replaced and faces court-martial. Intelligence officer T’Pryn is taken, comatose, back to Vulcan to undergo a desperate healing attempt. And, of course, just enough of the mysterious and powerful Shedai is revealed to keep the space opera fans happy. (Myself included.)

Open Secrets eventually does something that I believe is the mark of a good prequel. (Never mind that this story takes place at the same time as the original series.) I believe that a good prequel will take elements from the original work (whether loose threads, red herrings, or underused symbolism) and connect them together in a way which adds a new layer of understanding to the earlier work, or may alter its meaning entirely. (A bad prequel, of course, consists mostly of improbable meetings, name-dropping, and flimsy reasons why nobody remembers or wants to talk about anything that happened in the prequel when they later meet for the first time.)

The writers of the series have so far also resisted the temptation to bring in any mention of the Q or the Borg, thank goodness. This would have been terribly out of place in what is essentially a story of spies, diplomats, and scientists that work in secrecy.

Though I did grow slightly impatient with the pacing of the book, I did enjoy it, and am looking forward to the next volume.

It is traditional to make a resolution on New Year’s Day, something meant to improve one’s life in some meaningful way. One might resolve to go on a diet, to go green, to start saving money, to drink eight glasses of water per day, or to go to bed at a reasonable hour each night.

Although there are many such actions that I could take to improve my life, I have found that announcing a resolution is a sure-fire way to torpedo it. However, there are always those merry souls that will greet one throughout January with a hearty “Happy New Year!” and will then (whether greeted in kind or not) proceed to quiz one about one’s New Year’s Resolutions.

In such cases, I could try to supply a plausible resolution such as, “I’m going to eat healthy foods!” Unfortunately, that would (consciously or not) result in the torpedoing of that resolution, and I’d inevitably find myself eating The 20 Worst Foods In America in a single meal.

And then I’d most likely also be subjected to a disappointed tsk-ing from that merry busybody who had not only but also learned of my gastronomic indiscretions, but had also (for some reason) memorized my resolution.

So you see why that strategy is right out.

I could simply tell such interested people that I’ve resolved to do something highly unlikely. Perhaps I’ve resolved to hike Mount Kilimanjaro, to dive the Great Barrier Reef, or to prove that P=NP.

This is a tricky strategy to get right. Too extravagant of an answer might just prompt the merry busybody to begin a conversation about the supposed goal, and worse, mention it again (repeatedly) later. Too implausible of an answer might initiate a game of Guess The Resolution, in which case the merry busybody iterates through one’s shortcomings until one can take no more and, in desperation to escape, agrees to the very next resolution that the merry busybody suggests. Another outcome to be avoided. Worse, one then finds oneself in the Plausible Resolution scenario above.

So that strategy is out as well.

Instead, I prefer to resolve not to make a New Year’s Resolution. This immediately settles the question of when one’s New Year’s Resolution will be broken, allowing one to focus on such important things as improving one’s diet, saving more money, and going to bed at a reasonable hour each night.

It’s now my most favorite of December holidays, New Year’s Eve. Sure, some will say that it’s merely an excuse for drinking. I’ll even agree to that, but what I like about this holiday is that it doesn’t come with the sense of obligations and expectations that Christmas often does.

Even better is the idea that is supposedly being celebrated. We are not here to pay tribute to family members. No, we are here to share a sense of optimism about the coming year. We are here to celebrate that one moment of potentiality, when we can dare to wish and hope that tomorrow really will be better than today.

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Happy New Year

It’s now the 26th of December, and the Main Event of the season is officially over. It’s time to nurse our hangovers, exchange the gifts we didn’t like, and think about disposing of the tarted-up evergreen in the corner of the room. If, like many people, you put up your tree just after Thanksgiving, it probably won’t be green much longer. (In this case, I am of the opinion that the tree ought to be gone by New Year’s Eve.) If, like some people, you put up your tree on Christmas Eve, you technically have twelve more days to enjoy it before it must go. Even then, it’s none too soon to consider its disposal.

You can abandon it at the curb, you can chuck it into a wood chipper, you can even chop it up and set it afire. (Local ordinances permitting, of course.) Or you can give your tree a Viking funeral… and blast it into space!

(Local ordinances most likely do not permit, unfortunately.)

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Have Yourself a… Mega Little Christmas…

Sincerely,
The Electronic Replicant

I’ve been obsessed with a small project lately. I’m trying to install Linux onto an old Via Epia that I’ve had for years, but have never really put to any good use. The problem is that the Epia’s CPU is just plain out of date, so any recent version of Ubuntu will just plain not work.

I’ve encountered this situation before, and solved it by installing FreeBSD instead. I considered doing so again this time around, but for my own convenience, I decided to try Gentoo Linux first. Gentoo is the distro that makes you build all your software from source, therefore ensuring you have the latest versions, and customizing all your software (at a certain level) to your particular machine. It’s an appealing concept to those who want to squeeze the last ounce of performance out of a new (or old) machine.

The installation has been rather difficult. And when I say “difficult,” I don’t mean “challenging in skills,” but rather “bad-tempered, argumentative, and uncooperative.” It’s not so bad that the configuration is done entirely by commands entered at the shell. It is bad that I’ve memorized most of the commands because I’ve had to restart the process several times. Usually because something didn’t quite work the way it was supposed to on this weird old system.

The worst part is, it still doesn’t quite work yet. For some reason, it doesn’t want to mount my root partition. I think I’m just a boot option away from a working system, but if not, FreeBSD is looking more and more attractive.

Holly crap! I just realized it’s already December 15th. That means we’re on the, oh, what, fifth day of Christmas? We’re already up to f-i-ive go-o-a-ll-dan ri-i-ings. And I haven’t even let robo-tree out of the closet. My neighbors have gone all-out decorating, though. Their porch looks like a carnival. Mine? Bah.

BAH, I SAY!

It seems like The Humbugs are really going around this year. It seems as though festive is out. Most people I know, myself included, are regarding this holiday season with little more than a sense of good-natured disinterest. Some others do seem to be making a token effort of jollity. This lack of enthusiasm is little surprising, after the mania of Black Friday, but perhaps both that and the sense of indifference share a root cause. The economy?

Maybe it’s just that the sales made affordable those things that people wanted for themselves. I’m certainly not spending fortunes on lavish gifts. You might get a tee shirt, if you’re lucky. And, people are apparently spending less on themselves than they used to. I read that cinema attendance is at its lowest level since September, 2001.

Maybe it’s the economy. Maybe it’s just winter. Even I have been bothered by the short days, for once, but mainly because of the nuisance the premature darkness causes on the road. Lots of people suffer from Seasonal Anxiety Disorder, which is triggered or exacerbated by the long nights. Is it hitting everyone especially hard this year? Or am I, too, unwittingly affected? I wonder.

Well, perhaps in enforcing cheer amid the long nights, the inventors of the modern Christmas tradition knew exactly what they were doing. Keeping us from dwelling on it. “‘Tis the season to be jolly,” our songs insist. “Love and joy come to you, and to you glad Christmas, too! Think of raindrops on roses and cute little kittens, and maybe you won’t feel so bad! And a hap-pee ne-e-ew ye-e-ar!”

Of course, if song doesn’t cure the Humbugs, there’s always egg nog, mulled wine, and peppermint Schnapps.

Last night, treacherous siblings had me Shangai-ed. I charmed my way off the ship, but a punitive curse turned me into a donkey. I helped a scholarly Efreet prepare a legendary banquet. I rescued a Yaltese princess, who wed me out of gratitude and bore two children whose visage resembled that of the full moon. I became a respected vizier, was enslaved by a mad prince, and was briefly imprisoned by the Sultan before charming my way out of the dungeon.

These events all happened in a game called Tales of the Arabian Nights. Despite being wounded, diseased, and crippled, I barely won that session.

Tales of the Arabian Nights

Tales of the Arabian Nights, hereafter referred to as TotAN, is board game based on storytelling. Unlike other games which designate one player as the session’s storyteller, in TotAN, players take turns telling the story.

The object of the game is to collect a combination of Story Points and Destiny Points which total twenty. These points are generally collected by successfully resolving Encounter cards or by completing Quests. Each player is dealt a Quest card at the beginning of the game, which will describe a long-term goal to be achieved, and the rewards for successfully doing so. The reward may include Story Points or Destiny Points, but also wealth, treasure, and status effects, which can provide bonuses to the players.

As a character moves around the map, he will stop in cities and wilderness locations. At that point, he will draw an Encounter card, and then the storyteller’s work begins. The process of resolving an encounter involves various dice, a couple of lookup tables, and several decisions by the active player. I’ll provide an example.

Suppose that Ali Baba ends his movement in the city of Hamadan, as shown in the picture. He then draws a Thief card from the Encounter deck. This card tells the storyteller to begin encounter number 92. There are 12 variations of the Thief encounter, so the active player rolls dice and adds terrain and destiny modifiers to the result. Suppose the result is 10. This tells the storyteller that the encounter is with an Armed Thief, and the active player must choose a reaction from Matrix D. On a whim, the player chooses the “Rob” action. The storyteller will then consult a table and flip to a numbered paragraph in the Book of Tales. In this case, the paragraph describes the results of the robbery attempt, and then provides two alternative outcomes, one for characters who have the Weapon Use skill, and one of those who do not. A character with Weapon Use would gain a Story Point and gain the status of Pursued by the Sultan’s guards. Other characters would gain a Story Point, the Weapon Use skill, and the status of Wounded.

I received the game as a gift from someone who thought it would be right up my alley, and I must say that it certainly was. Some might argue that it’s less a game than an overgrown Choose Your Own Adventure story, but I say that as an evening’s entertainment, it’s not bad. I’d certainly play it again, with the right participants.

Now Reading: Star Trek: Vanguard: Open Secrets by Dayton Ward
Just Finished: Star Trek: Vanguard: Reap the Whirlwind by David Mack

I read the last book in the Star Trek: Vanguard series back in May of 2010. I didn’t start the next book until just recently, since it turns out to be kind of hard to find. But find it I did.

This book continues the story of Starbase 47, under the command of Diego Reyes. Its mission, to defend the interests of the Federation in a mysterious, uninhabited sector of the galaxy called the Taurus Reach. Unfortunately, the Klingons also have their eyes on this prime real estate, and naturally wish it for themselves. Another alien race, the Tholians, want to keep both the Federation and the Klingons out for reasons of their own.

When a Federation scout ship visits a strange star system in the Taurus Reach, these reasons are finally revealed to both the reader and to the Federation. The revelations are not without cost, and so the third act of the book feels rather like a good episode of Deep Space Nine.

Like the other books in the series, it’s set in the age of Kirk, but both he and the Enterprise are nowhere to be seen, with not a scrap of fan service in their direction. Personally, I find this both refreshing and interesting. The galaxy is big enough for more than one crew at a time.

This was a nice, entertaining read, and I hope that the next book in the series delivers more of the same.

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