Now Reading: Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach.

Just Finished: Prayers to Broken Stones by Dan Simmons.

I chose this book for the RIP challenge. I have now completed “Peril the Third,” which is to read one suitably scary, eerie, mysterious, or gothic book between September 1 and October 31. I have also technically completed “Short Story Peril,” although I have a particular other short story in mind for that challenge.

On with the review. It is always interesting to read an author’s earlier work, especially when you’ve started with later stuff. The stories in Prayers to Broken Stones were originally published in the Eighties (mostly), and a few of the stories have an air of the time about them. (One or two even engage in parody of televangelists.)

Now, I enjoyed some of these stories a lot (some less so). I’ll just go through and mention a few that stood out to me. First of all, “The River Styx Runs Upstream,” was the story that launched Mr. Simmons’ career. (The story of that is in the introduction.) Death can be reversed through technology, but the process apparently isn’t without its flaws. A distraught father brings a boy’s mother back changing the remaining lives of the family forever.

Next, “Death of a Centaur” was a story about a schoolteacher who moved to a small town and became dear to his students. Although the story is not particularly spooky, part of it is a story within a story that the teacher would tell to his students. I immediately recognized some of the imagery— a sea of grass crossed by ships, farcaster portals, and even a version of the Shrike— from the author’s Hyperion series.

“Metastasis” was a story about a man whose head injury allowed him to see things that were out of phase with everyday reality. He discovered that aliens or creatures from another dimension were haunting the human world. The beings randomly sow humans with worm-like creatures: their food. Side effects include, of course, cancer.

Two more short stories, “Remembering Siri” and “Carrion Comfort” were developed into longer works. “Carrion Comfort” is about three old friends who have the power to control others with their minds. For sport, they induce their victims to kill one another. Suddenly, one of the three tires of the game, and suddenly finds herself under attack from an unknown adversary.

If you are looking for dark, Twilight Zone style fare, with undead creatures, visitors from other planes, and occasional gruesome violence, this book may be right up your alley.

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She had, many years ago, grown accustomed to her life of solitude on the little island. But now she’d forgotten the reason she’d done it.

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Wooooooooo....

They said the farmhouse was haunted. “Just ghost stories,” I laughed. But, when I saw the Barefoot Man under the Harvest Moon, I believed.

A while back, I discovered a site that purportedly could analyze one’s writing style and identify an author with a similar style. In my case, it came up with Douglas Adams. This could have been because I started a number of sentences with “According to,” or it could have been because I mentioned Zaphod Beeblebrox.

Well, I’ve just discovered another one, and its analysis is not quite as flattering: “electronic-replicant.com is probably written by a female somewhere between 66-100 years old. The writing style is personal and happy most of the time. ”

Heavens to Betsy! Sakes alive, for crying out loud! I suppose I’d better replace my bio pic with something a bit more current.

The Electronic Replicant Intended for Killing

Your Host

On the other hand, I suppose it could have been worse. It could have pegged me as a thirteen year old girl. Lol, whatevs.

Via Bourgeois Nerd

It seems that it was not so long ago that Prince declared the Internet to be dead. Now, others are claiming RSS is dead. It seems that Bloglines, an RSS aggregation service, is to be shut down by its parent company. The reason given? “RSS aggregator usage has slowed significantly,” as more people adopt Twitter and Facebook as their primary news delivery device.

I’ve been around long enough to see technologies come and go, and in the case of those which haven’t quite gone, I’ve seen their usefulness wax and wane. It seems like not so long ago that I was telling some colleagues that any site that pleads the user to bookmark it (complete with keyboard shortcut sequence) seems quaintly old fashioned. I rarely bookmark sites, but if I’ve found one that I think that I may want to come back to, I’ll look for that little orange RSS icon to add it to my feed reader. If I can’t find that, it usually means that the site is a relic from 1997, and probably still has its original guestbook pages somewhere. Under no circumstances will I subscribe to a site’s e-mail “newsletter.”

I am not sold on the idea of Twitter as a replacement for the feed reader. Now, I may well be doing it wrong, but when I visit that site, I see a few dozen of the most recent tweets. I’ve missed anything that happened more than an hour ago (though I suppose I could click on More or whatever until I reached the desired point in time). Three days ago? Forget about it.

Another thing that bothers me about this concept is the shifting from distributed sources using open formats, to a centralized, proprietary source. The old cliché tells us not to put all of our eggs into one basket, but collectively we seem to love to do so. The fact is that the companies providing free-as-in-beer services such as these can make whatever changes to them that they like. It’s their hardware, their software, their infrastructure. If they make a change that upsets a few users, it matters to them little more than a television network airing an episode that upsets a few viewers… or canceling an unprofitable show, for that matter.

No, I’ll stick to my RSS reader for now. I admit, that may soon make me sound as old fashioned as the folks that promised that “DOS will never die,” and then that they would never upgrade to Windows 95, and who even now iterate through lists of bookmarks in order to keep up with their favorite websites. I’ll probably keep using my feed reader until it looks like this comic strip.

I stumbled upon this questionable query earlier today:

The object to your left is now your weapon of choice in the upcoming zombie apocalypse. What is it?

I will fight off the zombie hordes with an electric alarm clock. Laugh if you will. But consider that the clock’s light but nontrivial weight and six foot cord make it ideal for twirling about, Nunchaku style. Of course, zombies will most likely be little impressed by my weapon prowess, and utterly unfazed by a swift whack to the side of the head by a non-trivial chunk of plastic.

Fortunately, an alarm clock can also be used as a distraction, if the power grid hasn’t fallen, and if the zombies are the type to be distracted by things other than living brains.

But even if the zombies are only interested in brains, the alarm clock can serve a function other the creating a distraction. It can be MacGyvered into an anti-zombie weapon with the addition of gasoline or whatever other explosives might be gathered up.

So, one could end up with with far worse anti-zombie weapons. A sack of laundry, for instance, a glass of water, or an Ikea lamp.

Now Reading Prayers to Broken Stones by Dan Simmons.

Just finished Freakonomics by Steven D. Levitt.

I’d like to start out by stating that this book is not quite what I was expecting. I was rather expecting something on how economies of scale create bizarre convergent behavior that results in the tragedy of the commons…. er, for example.

Instead, it’s more of a collection of short essays illustrating a few key theories. People are mostly honest, except when they have an incentive to cheat. Hoarding information can be a good strategy, but don’t rely on it. Organized crime is structured like a tournament. Given your first name and age, an educated guess can be made about your socioeconomic status. And, the drop in the nationwide crime rate in the 1990′s was due to Roe v. Wade in the 1970′s.

However, the theme of the book is mostly an admonishment not to confuse correlation with cause; conventional wisdom is often guilty of doing so and is not to be trusted.

While the book was well written and easy to read (I finished it in an afternoon, after procrastinating for a long while) and also interesting enough, it wasn’t quite as packed with exciting new ideas as I was hoping it would be.

I once took a class on three dimensional design. No, nothing to do with vertexes, polygons, or splines. Just the application of design principles to three-dimensional space. Anyway, one of the assignments was to create an assemblage (we pronounced it aw-semme-BLAWSH,) a three-dimensional form made up of found objects (as opposed to, say, homogenous clay or papier-mâché.)

What I wanted to know (having attempted assemblage in the past,) was this. What will make my creation art and not just another random collection of debris? The answer, I was told, was the thought and care I would put into the creation of the piece. I accepted the answer, but wasn’t entirely satisfied with it.

I forgot about the question until relatively recently. That was when I saw an image on the Internet, of what must surely have been the World’s Worst Steampunk Hat. (Which I shan’t torture you with. You’re welcome.) “Look at this,” I cried to all those in the room with me. “You can’t just glue a bunch of crap to a hat and call it steampunk. What is that, there, a broken cellphone? No, no, no. It should look as though it was precisely crafted, and it should look as though it does something, and it should clearly not be electronic.”

And it was at that point that I remembered the question and answer from long before, and felt as though I finally understood it. Carelessness and lack of thought will definitely hamper, if not prevent, one’s creation from becoming art.

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Neener, neener.

The little boat bounced across the rough sea. Richard spared a moment to turn and thumb his nose at the miserable island he had just left.

One art form that I enjoy as a hobby is photography. As with blogging, I enjoy the occasional challenge to spark my creativity (and also provide an audience.) One such challenge is Five on the Fifth. Each month, on the fifth, you are encouraged to post five photos taken on (or leading up to) the fifth. The theme for this month is “the blues,” which as you know can mean a color, a feeling, or a genre of music.

I actually had planned to take one per day starting on the first, but I discovered yesterday that my phone had been reset to 320×200 pixel mode for weeks. A shame, because this cosmic looking image of suds at the car wash could have been awesome:

cosmic flurk

So I took all five images today. I went out to dinner at a seafood restaurant near Seaport Village, a cluster of gift shops and restaurants perched on the edge of the harbor. The place that I thought I was going to was closed. And when I say closed, I mean really closed. I was rather blue at that point.

Abandoned

Fortunately, I found that I was mistaken about the location of the restaurant. The real restaurant was still open, and just a short walk from the abandoned building. On the way, I passed this whimsical sea dragon.

Sea Dragon

The restaurant was a rather nice place. All but two items on the menu either contained seafood of some sort or other, or had various fish and shellfish upsells. I perused the menu for a few moments and then ordered something that I recognized, albacore. I forgot, until the food arrived, that it is customary to serve tuna rare, very rare. Lots of people like it that way, apparently.

However, having now ordered very rare tuna from a reputable restaurant that specializes in its preparation, I am now quite sure that I don’t like it that way. While it tasted all right, the texture and the temperature were disconcerting to me. I should have just ordered the fish and chips, as unsophisticated as that would have been.

Bob Hope

Outside the restaurant was a group of bronze statues commemorating Bob Hope’s many USO tours. This may sound a little random at first, but with the USS Midway, a museum ship, docked nearby, the surrounding area has been themed to honor World War II veterans.

Not far from Bob Hope is a controversial statue recreating the famous image of a sailor kissing a nurse at the end of the war. Not only is the statue gigantic, it’s actually made of construction foam, which will eventually disintegrate in the weather. But raise the subject of removing it before it deteriorates and the citizenry raises its hackles. Never mind that the statue was protested by some as “kitschy” when it was installed.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to get a good image of that statue this afternoon. But here’s someone else’s image, if you’re curious.

Arrow

I then returned to Seaport Village, there to have a bit of coffee and to stroll around a bit before departing again to begin the evening’s entertainment.

Game Night

…The new Castle Ravenloft board game. It was actually quite exciting, despite the fact that the rules were just a bit vague in places. I’m looking forward to playing it again.

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