Now Reading: Time Management for System Administrators by Thomas A. Limoncelli.

Just Finished: The New Space Opera by Gardner Dozois.

In the beginning, there was Science Fiction. And just after that, there was Space Opera: epic tales of alien invasions and vast cosmic adventures. This genre reigned supreme until the Sixties or Seventies, when New Wave science fiction’s introspective, experimental works gained favor with audiences seeking more “relevant” works. But by the Nineties, times had changed again, and there emerged a New Space Opera. The introduction to The New Space Opera describes this genre as “literary, challenging, dark, and often disturbing, but also grand and romantic, exciting, fast-paced, set in space, and told on an enormous stage.”
As a sampler of this sort of science fiction, The New Space Opera presents short stories that I rate everywhere from “not bad” to “really great.”

My favorites were:

  • “Maelstrom” by Kage Baker – Martian eccentrics build the planet’s first dramatic theater. Hilarity ensues.
  • “The Valley of the Gardens” by Tony Daniel – After thousands of years, the final battle between humanity and Chaos is about to be fought. Meanwhile, a young man and a young woman, separated by an unusual boundary, find love.
  • “The Emperor and the Maula” by Robert Silverberg – A cosmic Scheherazade visits the emperor of the galaxy.
  • “Muse of Fire” by Dan Simmons – A theatrical company, touring an empire in which humans are slaves, is suddenly required to perform before the alien masters.

With the last weekend of November all but over, those of us participating in NaNoWriMo are either almost done or have long since given up. However, for those of us who’ve got that strange mixture of tenacity and procrastination that finds us with two days left to write fifty thousand words (or suffer the shame of defeat) there is a way out: automation!

Balderdash, you say? Wondermark has created the Electro-Plasmic Hydrocephalic Genre-Fiction Generator 2000, a coal-fired marvel which weighs four thousand pounds and produces six hundred books per year. Carbon-neutral or not, it provided me with this intriguing synopsis for the price of but two pence four pence a bent paperclip and a swift kick to the boilerplate:

THE PSYCHONOIACS
“In a shrill Victorian Britain, a schlub with mild OCD comes across a crazy old man, which puts him into conflict with forces that encourage conformity. He is joined in his quest by a tomboyish female mechanic and her reference book, culminating in authorial preaching through the mouths of the characters.”

Flabbergasting! We’re as good as done!

There are only a few minor details to iron out. For example, I might desire a suitable nom de plume under which to publish my putative magnum opus. Fortunately, that’s as good as done. I shall be known as…

Captain Manscape Stalin

Oh. Oh, dear. That’s not quite what I had in mind. What say we try again…? (Ahem) I shall be known as…

Hollis Poe Rochambeau

Bully good, but let us perhaps shorten it to H. Poe Rochambeau. Sounds more mysterious and more literary that way. Now there remains another last detail to attend— a cover! Have no fear, ’tis easily remedied. A bit of this and a bit of that, and voilà:

The PSYCHONOIACS

The PSYCHONOIACS

You see? As good as done. Time to browse the internettery!

Another holiday down, with two remaining this year. I think my favorite part of Thanksgiving is all the leftover pie that can be had for breakfast thereafter. Nothing like a slice of pie and a cup of coffee to get the day off to a leisurely start.

That is not to say that Thanksgiving went badly. Wine was drunk, food was savoured, and much entertainment was had by all. My favorite advice of the night was, “If you want to poison your husband, just feed him these sour cream biscuits and lots of bacon.” And, before you ask, no, I am not planning to take that advice. (Tasty as the biscuits were…)

My mother suggested that I might salvage my chocolate sludge by turning it into brownies. Having studied the issue, it seemed plausible. So I whipped three eggs and a tablespoon of vanilla into half of the sludge, followed by a cup of flour. After baking, the result was a spongy, cake-like brownie with a very cocoa-like flavor. It would have been ever so much better with the addition of toasted nuts. Oh, and chocolate chips. Oh, and some ice cream.

In other news, did I join the annual orgy of consumerism that commenced today? Well, yes and no. Did I rise at 3:00 am so that I could be first in the door at some retail shop that will remain nameless? No way! On the other hand, I did go all the way to Legoland (okay, so it’s only about an hour’s drive— that’s not the point) to purchase a hard-to-find early birthday-Christmas gift at the onsite gift shop? Yes. (Did you know that if you’ve come to shop, they’ll admit you to the park for an hour at no charge? And they’ll refund your parking fee if you’ve bought $20 in merchandise? Good to know!)

On the way home, I stopped for coffee. The shopping center I stopped at was just as deserted as the office park surrounding it. When I left the coffee shoppe, I found that a gigantic SUV had, for some reason, not only parked right next to me, but had done so at such a crazy angle that left only a few inches of clearance. Why? In an empty parking lot, WHY?

I mentioned before that I have been asked to bring a dish to Thanksgiving dinner. The request was recently amended to bring a dessert. A non-pie dessert, even, with the suggestion of something chocolatey. That is, chocolatey in the sense of containing chocolate, not chocolatey in the sense of a chocolate substitute.

So I decided to bring the essence of chocolate, fudge. Wisely, I decided to make a test batch before creating a production batch. Last night, I attempted my test batch, which came out not so much as chocolate fudge, but as a chocolatey sludge. If only I’d had some vanilla ice cream…

After some thought, I realized that I may not have cooked the test batch to the proper temperature. Equipped with a new thermometer, I tried again tonight. The result was certainly not sludgey this time. It was actually quite plastic and stretchy coming out of the pot, and I was afraid that I’d made a giant Tootsie roll. But after it cooled, I discovered that it had become a hard, crumbly slab. The texture reminded me of something, something that I vaguely remember being maple-flavored, but I couldn’t name it.

With my dreams of becoming an amateur confectioner deflating like an abandoned bagpipe, I decided to press on to Plan C– claiming partial credit for a tray of Golden Grahams Indoor Smores made by another member of my household.

Anybody want a slightly used candy thermometer?

Since the Borrowed Bookmeme is all about Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror, I’d like us all to imagine that Majel Barrett, voice of the Computer on Star Trek, has just said, “Last time on The Electronic Replicant…” Then imagine that there were scenes of aliens making threats, scenes of Data, Beverly and Troi looking perplexed, some explosions, a clip of Worf and Riker each getting punched in the face, scenes of Jean Luc Picard grimly giving commands, many more explosions, and then the words, “And now, the conclusion.”

Hard SF or Space Opera?
Both have their merits. On one hand, I enjoy the way that Hard SF will present an idea and then explore it to its end, or at least ask what effects the idea may have on the future of humanity. On the other hand, it often lacks the space fleets and grandiose heroics which are the hallmarks of Space Opera. On the other, other hand, Space Opera overlaps with something that I call “Space Fantasy,” which is basically High Fantasy costumed in technology.
Collection (short stories by the same author) or Anthology (short stories by different authors)?
Each is like a box of chocolates. An anthology is like a sampler. You’ve got nutty, chewy, crunchy, plain, and what have you. You’ve also got a good chance of finding something that tastes like soap or maybe toothpaste. But the important thing is that you’ve got a variety of flavors and textures. A collection is like a box of truffles, or caramels, or bonbons, or what have you. If you happen to like that sort of candy, it’s great. On the other hand, if you get a box of soap nuggets, that’s not so great. Then again, if you already knew you didn’t like soap nuggets, why would you buy a box of them in the first place?
Hugo or Nebula?
Sure. They’re both good.
Golden Age SF or New Wave SF?
I find the Golden Age stuff fun to read.
Tidy ending or Cliffhanger?
Tidy ending. There’s nothing worse than drudging through a mediocre novel only to reach a cliffhanger.
Morning reading, Afternoon reading or Nighttime reading?
I do most of my reading in the afternoon on my lunch break.
Standalone or Series?
I’ve nothing against a good series as long as it’s a good series, and as long as the author doesn’t get bored halfway through and begin to mechanically churn out content because he’s under contract for five more books.
Urban fantasy or high fantasy?
To be honest, I’ve never heard of Urban Fantasy before. It’s apparently any sort of fantasy that takes place in an urban setting that is important to the story. Something like Perdido Street Station would fit this definition. Or possibly even the manga Big O with its City of Amnesia. However, I think I prefer High Fantasy’s boundless adventure over politics and intrigue in thieves’ dens.
New or used?
There’s nothing wrong with a gently used book. In fact, older editions often have a certain charm about themselves, whether it’s from the cheesy cover art, or the dated typefaces inside. (Futura? Really?)
Favorite book of which nobody else has heard?
My most favorite obscure SF book is The Ring of Charon, a story about a scientist who builds a black hole and awakens an ancient race of cybernetic aliens.
Top X favorite genre books read last year? (Where X is 5 or less)
Is it true that I’ve read less than five genre books this year? Apparently! Here they are, sorted by likelihood that I’d read them again:

  1. Magic Kingdom For Sale– Sold!
  2. Mona Lisa Overdrive
  3. Snow Crash
  4. Spook Country
  5. Perdido Street Station
Top X favorite genre books of all time? (Where X is 5 or less)
Since I see that the next question is about series, I’ll change my usual answers just a bit.

  • The Diamond Age or A Young Lady’s Illustrated Primer
  • Neuromancer
  • Ringworld
  • Diaspora
  • The Complete Robot (Asimov collection)
X favorite genre series? (Where X is 5 or less)
In randomized order, they are:

  • Middle Earth (Hobbit, Lord of the Rings, Silmarillion)
  • Night’s Dawn (Reality Dysfunction, Neutronium Alchemist, Naked God)
  • Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
  • Hyperion/Fall of Hyperion
  • Greatwinter
Top X favorite genre short stories? (Where X is 5 or less)
Gosh, I’ve read so many that I can’t remember them all, much less their titles. Do you mind if I save this one for another time?

Phew, that was a long one!

Borrowed, without asking, from SF Signal.

I thought I’d jump on the meme bandwagon and start one of my own, mainly centered on genre fiction books. Well, actually, only on science fiction, fantasy and horror.
You know how this works: Copy the questions and give your own answers…

Since this one’s rather long, I’ve decided to present it in two parts, this being (obviously) the first.

Science Fiction, Fantasy or Horror?
Science Fiction, then Fantasy, then Horror.
Hardback or Trade Paperback or Mass Market Paperback?
I like the form factor of hardcover and trade paperback. It’s much easier to hold open with one hand, so that I can read while I eat.
Heinlein or Asimov?
I honestly haven’t read much Heinlein, just The Cat Who Walks Through Walls and the short story “It’s Great To Be Back.” On the other hand, I’ve read lots of Asmov. He’s got robots, after all.
Amazon or Brick and Mortar?
Brick and Mortar. There’s no substitute for picking up a potential purchase and actually looking at it, looking through it, reading a few pages or more and then deciding that this is the book for you.
Barnes & Noble or Borders?
I don’t really see that much difference between the two. In fact I’m occasionally not sure which I’m in until the cashier asks me for my customer loyalty card. I will say that I know of at least two beautiful (or at least interesting) old buildings that have been saved by Barnes & Noble moving into them, so that’s worth a few points right there.
Hitchhiker or Discworld?
I have read a couple of Discworld novels, but I have to say Hitchhiker all the way. I guess it’s that Sci-Fi vs. Fantasy question, or maybe it’s a question of silliness vs. satire.
Bookmark or Dogear?
I used to dogear, but not any more. I also used to use the flaps of the book jacket as placeholders, but that doesn’t work very well either. So now I’m a proud bookmark user.
Magazine: Asimov’s Science Fiction or Fantasy & Science Fiction?
I used to read both at different times. But I think I preferred Asimov’s since I seem to recall that it featured a bit more of the hard SF.
Alphabetize by author, alphabetize by title, or random?
Umm… they’re not exactly random… they’re vaguely grouped by category, theme, size and series. Yes, a little bit of alphabetization would probably be a good thing. I suppose I’d do author then title, just as the book shops do.
Keep, Throw Away or Sell?
Throw away? Throw away? Oh! The very idea! Usually, if I don’t want a book anymore, I’ll first put it on paperbackswap.com. Then, if there are no takers, I’ll eventually donate it (which, I’m afraid, probably amounts to the same as throwing it away.)
Year’s Best Science Fiction series (edited by Gardner Dozois) or Years Best SF series (edited by David G. Hartwell)?
I’ve got three of the former and one of the latter. I’m not that picky.
Keep dustjacket or toss it?
Keep. It makes the book more identifiable on the shelf, and the jacket notes are handy when you’ve forgotten what the book was about.
Read with dustjacket or remove it?
Remove. It’s annoying to have the book slipping and sliding around in the jacket while you’re trying to hold onto it.
Short story or novel?
As I’ve said in the past, I do enjoy a good anthology. If a story’s not to your liking, you can either skip it (perhaps even assuring yourself that you’ll come back to it later,) or you can slog through it, taking some comfort in the fact that it will at least be short. When I discover that I’m reading a bad novel, on the other hand, I usually feel compelled to grind my way on to the end, if only to try and redeem the investment that I’ve already made in the story. You never know— it could have a really great ending that makes up for the preceding 64 chapters.
Harry Potter or Lemony Snicket?
Neither. I read Harry Potter once to see what all the hoopla was over. It was like an In-N-Out burger— indeed tasty, but not something I’d wait in line for.
Stop reading when tired or at chapter breaks?
I try to stop at chapter breaks as it’s easier to pick up again afterward, but sometimes it just can’t be helped.
“It was a dark and stormy night” or “Once upon a time”?
Oh, a dark and stormy night, for sure, with a sky the color of television tuned to a dead channel. (Though I suppose nowadays that could mean a solid bright blue rather than a weirdly luminous gray.)
Buy or Borrow?
Buy, I think. I haven’t borrowed a book in a long time. The last one had to have been for a book ring, which technically is a borrow (though a complicated one.) I’ve gotten many books through trades of one sort or another— paperbackswap, book boxes, book relay, etc. Not exactly buying— more of a bartering.
Buying choice: Book Reviews, Recommendation or Browse?
Currently, it’s Recommendation, then Browse, then Book Reviews. I don’t like to read reviews because I don’t want to have any preconceived notions as to what I’ll be reading. I also don’t want to be haunted by any subtle spoilers. I’ve had mixed luck with recommendations, though the LibraryThing unsuggester seems pretty well spot-on.
Lewis or Tolkien?
Ooh, tough one. I really liked Through the Looking Glass— oh, wait, that was Lewis Carroll, not C.S. Lewis. Tolkien, then.

As any resident knows, San Diego is home to two major sports teams, the Padres (baseball) and the Chargers (football.) Any resident will also know that the existing stadium, Qualcomm, is nearing retirement age.

I have only been to Qualcomm once, and it struck me as dirty and crowded. The Chargers and the Padres used to share Qualcomm, until the Padres asked for and received a new downtown ballpark, Petco. I have been there several times, and it is a pleasant facility, striking me as spacious and well designed.

Ever since Petco was built, the Chargers have been making noises about moving to another city unless they can have a new stadium as well. The problem is that even though the Chargers leaving would cause a loss of revenue and publicity for the city, the city hasn’t been able to afford a new stadium. But something must have changed recently, for the city is now planning a new library, and has been discussing a new city hall as well as plans to expand the convention center. And the city is now considering whether to build a new football stadium just east of Petco.

While I am not much a football fan at all, none of us in San Diego want to see our team move to another city (and especially not to Los Angeles.) But many of us are concerned that our city will spend tax money on a project that will ultimately enrich only a few commercial interests.

There was a rumor of an alternate proposal involving the Del Mar Fairgrounds —just outside San Diego. The state of California, as you may know, is having budget difficulties of its own, and at one time was considering selling off some of its state-held land. Some of this land is the mostly vacant area around the Del Mar Fairgrounds. The proposal was for a commercial entity to purchase the land from the state and finance the construction of a new football stadium with revenue from the fair and horse races.

Whether there was any fact to this rumor, or whether it was just a flight of fancy, I don’t know. However, it wouldn’t have cost the residents of the city much, if anything, and would have actually helped the taxpayers of California. (A drop in the bucket, really, but it’s something.)

And although the Downtown site already has the infrastructure in place— mass transit, parking, sewage, etc.— the proposed location contains a historic building (which will have to be built around) and a bus yard (which will have to be relocated and then cleaned up.) It is also near what is considered to be one of the city’s worst neighborhoods.

The Del Mar site also already has the infrastructure to support large crowds. It’s the site of the Del Mar Fair and horse races, after all, and the Coaster train line stops nearby.

However, the decision is inevitably going to come down to which option is cheapest to the Chargers, and that will undoubtedly be the City-financed stadium downtown.

It’s always satisfying when an improvised meal turns out to be not only edible, but tasty as well. Tonight, I created an enchilada casserole that was well liked.

First, I chopped half an onion, half a bell pepper, and a clove of garlic and threw it into a skillet. After letting it cook for a few moments, I added a pound of ground beef, and a dash of salt and pepper. When that was browned, I drained the grease and then added about a cup of frozen corn and probably a cup and a half of enchilada sauce, then let it simmer.

Then, I ground about two pieces of leftover cornbread into crumbs. There was probably about a cup and a half worth of crumbs afterward. I then moistened this with enchilada sauce into an almost paste-like texture and pressed it into a buttered baking dish.

I then poured in the filling and topped with cheese and olives and a few jalapeños. I then baked it for about fifteen minutes, until it was bubbly and delicious. I was told it ought to have been a little saucier, but I thought it was just fine.

Remember how I just knew that something would come along and bury my NaBloPoMo groove? Indeed. I spent a night in a hospital waiting room chair (which crunched up my shoulder something fierce) only to learn that the person that I played ambulance for was not suffering from any immediately life-threatening conditions, but only a particularly uncomfortable case of indigestion. Thank goodness for that, of course. The staff all said that we had done the right thing, but had I known better, I could have just prescribed the Alka-Seltzer myself.

So yeah. A little scary. I guess that the moral of the story is to avoid spicy fried chicken sandwiches in general, and to not eat them with taco sauce in particular.

Yesterday, it was announced that a small amount of water was discovered on the moon. It’s been said that, depending how much they find, it can be used as fuel for interplanetary rockets, to make Lunar concrete, or can be drunk by astronauts. In reality, it probably won’t be used for any of these uses any time soon.

I would imagine that the next step would be to build a probe similar to the Phoenix Lander sent to Mars. The probe would then be sent to one of the shadowed craters, where it would dig in the Lunar soil until it located some water. It could then either analyze the sample onboard or launch it back to Earth. Of course, on one infamous sample return mission, the cannister cracked on impact, contaminating the sample. It would be just our luck to obtain a sample of Lunar water and then discover that not only did it contain a zombie virus, but also that its container was leaking.

On the other hand, if the water was drinkable and present in large enough quantities, it could then be possible to build a research station on the Moon. I would imagine that the easiest way to construct a habitat on the moon (other than by flying it there whole, like some sort of cosmic Winnebago) would be to send some construction robots that could be operated by telepresence. They could then go about building domes to protect visiting space scientists from solar radiation and cosmic rays. Of course, a better choice might be to find a nice cave somewhere to build in, since tons of rock would probably make a better radiation shield than some flimsy dome flat-packed up from Earth like so much Ikea furniture.

Then again, if the water’s not drinkable but is in sufficient quantities to use for fuel, why even send humans at all? Why worry about radiation and space suits, and food and water, and especially air, when we might get away with sending telepresence androids? Not tractors with pincers, mind you, but human-shaped (and better still, human-looking) androids walking proudly across the surface of the Moon.

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