Friday, June 20, 2014

Seriously, a Friday Random Ten

Some people including some at work, think I never tell a joke or say anything funny.  Which isn't quite accurate, but it's proof that you only know what you see.  I'm sure I've misjudged my friendss at some point, which is pretty much a universal.

1. Nancy Wilson & Cannonball Adderley - A Sleepin' Bee
2. The Cramps - Voodoo Idol
3. Neko Case - Dirty Knife
4. Fats Domino - My Girl Josephine
5. Fairport Convention - Percy's Song
6. Pink Martini - Pana Cand ne tu Iubeam
7. Beck - Don't Let It Go
8. Velvet Underground - Sister Ray
9. St. Vincent - Psychopath
10. Nat King Cole - Tenderly

Thursday, June 19, 2014

The OC

If my girlfriend were a former child prostitute I'd first seen on a kiddie porn site, and if she were an annoying person in general, I probably wouldn't stay with her that long.  But that's me.

In case you're wondering where the hell the previous sentence came from, I'm reading Margaret Atwood's Oryx and Crake,  It's a very successful novel, overall.  The near future dystopia is depressing in part because of how credible it is in light of the present.  A little beyond that is the post-apocalyptic part.  That's weird, very weird.  It is, at the same time, a doubling down on the pessimistic parts of the chronologically earlier parts, while also being a relief from it. 

Also weird is the way this thing just zips right by.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Silicon Valium

There would seem to be two wildly different, even opposite reactions to technological change in the popular media.  "Seem to be", yes, but this is an illusion.  For the most part there's only one.  But it wears two faces.

The first face is frown of resigned worry.  It's going to take all our jobs.  There's no stopping now.  The momentum is too great.  The machines want what they want.

What these jeremiads miss is that technology doesn't want your job.  It doesn't think or wish.  Despite some recent manias , we haven't developed artificial intelligence.  If we do I have to assume it will be intelligent enough to know that it doesn't need to pay for food or shelter, and thus doesn't need a shitty job washing dishes at TGI Fridays.

No, technology doesn't want your job.  Your boss wants to not pay you.  And yes, lots of people's bosses have the tools to make that decision or are in the process of acquiring them.  But we in America - and not only America, really - make it easier for them by valuing capital so much higher than labor.

That's the deflated, pessimistic side.  The face of desperate optimism is something that Maria Bustillos Maria Bustillos and Andrew Leonard deal with in recent articles.  Bustillos, always one of my favorite writers to link to, sees the way that Silicon Valley magnates such as Marc Andreessen promise that Big Tech development and startup money will revolutionize that society and points out what a blinkered revolution it is.



The classification of human inquiry into the Sciences and the Humanities is a rough but useful one. In essence, the part that concerns itself with what can be measured, we call "science," and that concerned with what cannot be measured, we call "the humanities”. The former field of study provides us with the means to operate more effectively in the material world. The latter (and the latter alone) grants us the ability to judge what goes on out there. This is a question of balance. The study of the humanities is for judgement, and it’s judgement that our age is sorely lacking. We seem to have forgotten that we even need it.
These two ways of looking at the world and considering our actions therein are like the right and the left hand of human consciousness. It's far easier to navigate the world with the full use of both. But the irrelevance of the humanities is trumpeted through the media on a daily basis. We live in a scientific age, we are assured. Everything must be tallied, measured, "explained" (LOL until I die a thousand times) with a chart or a bunch of incomprehensible psychedelic blobs on an MRI scan. We no longer need the fuzzy, meaningless mumbo-jumbo of philosophy or history, or the airy-fairy study of literature, impractical ivory tower disciplines for people who “don’t live in the real world”!
Perversely this is another side effect of the disappearance of unskilled labor jobs.  The more education people need to aspire to even the most basic jobs, the more education is tied to certain job skills.  Leaves little room for the disinterested pursuit of truth and beauty.

Monday, June 16, 2014

Late night with...

It's late and there's a bird outside, singing. Was trying to figure it out. Nightingale? Thought maybe. Found a few nightingale videos on YouTube, but for some reason all YouTube videos are muted now. There's a site with a bunch of bird songs, nightingale among them.  Couldn't make a positive match, though.

Then I decided that surfing around looking for positive proof of the bird's identity on the web was very much beside the point.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Just keep going: Friday into Saturday Random Ten

Most of the song titles below belong to music I heard on Friday.  Didn't get around to compiling on Friday night, though.  Why?  Well, they say that you can't take a catnap at twelve midnight, and that turns out to be true. 

Yesterday was the last day for one of the psychiatrists where I work.  I didn't know her all that well.  The shrinks tend to be with patients for most of the time they're in the office, so you don't see all that much of them.  Nice lady, though.  Her farewell party had food, including several kinds of meat.  Not sure if any of that added to the drowsy factor.


1. Elvis Costello & the Attractions - Strict Time
2. Fats Domino - It's You I Love
3. The Beastie Boys - Shazam!
4. Neco Case - Margaret Vs. Pauline
5. Lambert, Hendricks & Ross - Farmer's Market
6. Beck - Morning
7. Brian Eno - St. Elmo's Fire
8. Morphine - Sheila
9. St. Vincent - Digital Witness*
10. Nat King Cole - That Sunday, That Summer

* So New Wave has become part of our shared cultural heritage, and a lot of young bands and musicians not born at the time tap into it.  The artist formerly known as Annie Clark has a fairly unusual twist here, though.  The song kind of sounds like Oingo Boingo with Lene Lovich on vocals.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Shadowy personal reading

Since I write - with varying levels of private success - short fiction, it's important for me to read it as well, at least some of the time.  And often I enjoy it too.  Some of it more than others, but I like to think I learn a few

That being the case I thought it might be interesting to go through an anthology of short stories and compare the impressions they made on me.  Not really a review, as this is my personal blog and not a review site.  Okay, that's not proof of anything, but I'm not really playing criitc here.

The anthology in question is Shadows 10
, edited by the late Charles L Grant.  Grant was a proponent of quiet horror, that is macabre fiction using subtler effects.  This has an appeal to me, and the shadows books have some fine examples of it.
Might try this again in the future.  We'll see.

* "Jamie's Grave" by Lisa Tuttle: An English mother is worried about her growing son pulling away from her.  She resents that he's not her baby anymore.  He starts digging "a grave" in the backyard, which gives her more reason to fret.
~~ This one has a pretty good build of psychological tension.  The mother's character is clearly "off", but in subtle (there's that word again) ways.  She's got just a little bit of a reverse Norman Bates thing.  Then there's a twist ending redefines all the relationships.

* "Apples" by Nina Downey Higgins: A drifter tries staying in one place for awhile, living off of his stepsister.  His dishonesty and curiosity combine to lead him into danger.
~~ As far as I can tell this is the only thing the author ever published.  It's not outstanding, but all told it holds together pretty well.  Your mileage may vary on the shock ending.

* "A World Without Toys" by TM Wright: Urban Archaeology as a couple of anthropologists find an old house in a storm sewer.  The house is elusive, and strangely stocked with toys.
~~ Has a kind of Twilight Zone feel, and in fact a couple of TZ stories explored similar themes.  Still, Wright is a good enough writer to carve out his own space here.

* "Law of Averages" by Wendy Webb: A man is picked up in secret, wears a disguise, and acts as executioner on death row.  Then he makes plans for what to do on his own time.
~~ Could have run in, say, Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine, which isn't a bad thing.  It's an effective little crime story.  I'm not sure it's accurate as to the logistics of the death penalty.  If you don't know who the executioner is how do you pay him?

* "The Fence" by Thomas Sullivan: Four college kids, formed into couples, drive home after exams and get on each other's nerves.  Then they drive into a mysterious barren area with a long fence and hungry people behind it.
~~  Yeah, I liked this one.  It starts with a pretty average group of kids and puts them in a surreal nightmare.  It seems like there could be some social commentary here, but it's not obvious.

* "Moonflower" by Melissa Mia Hall: A disappointed academic moves back home to Texas and has a strange encounter with the old woman who lives next to him.
~~ I wasn't really keen on this one.  Near the end there's a supernatural female-on-male rape (or something) scene, and it seems to hijack the story into a place where the author can't go to get it back.

* "Come Where My Love Lies Dreaming" by Bob Leman: A well-off widower buys a country home and starts seeing his late wife inside.  His daughter and mother-in-law see the ghost but insist it's not her.
~~ Love this one.  Easily my favorite in the book.  What really sells it for me is that Leman keeps a consistent tone here, and it's perverse.  The narrator never admits that there's anything scary about this.  That doesn't stop the story from being creepy as all Hell.  Quite the opposite, in fact.

* "The Finder-Keeper" by Ken Wisman: Things keep getting lost in a family's new home.  The daughter says it's a magical sprite called the Finder-Keeper.  The mother's old friend has heard similar tales.
~~ Pretty well drawn characters.  There's also an intelligent mix here of supernatural and physical scares along with economic anxiety.

* "Just a Little Souvenir" by Cheryl Fuller Nelson: A young woman hears a story of love and murder from her elderly friends.  Her wannabe boyfriend goes from "bored" to "interested for all the wrong reasons."
~~ More paranormal romance than horror as such.  Well told.  The would-be boyfriend character is a decades-ahead-of-its time portrait of male entitlement.

* "Like Shadows in the Dark" by Stephen Gallagher: A young Russian couple make plans to flee to the west together.  On their train trip to Finland they get separated and fall prey to odd things.
~~ Interesting that this is one of two Iron Curtain stories in the volume, considerng this book came out in 1987, when Cold War Classic was almost over.  I found the story itself muddled, though. 

* "Office Hours" by Douglas E Winter: A comer of a lawyer works late, gets a Kafkaesque runaround from the senior partners, becomes unhinged.
~~ Strange story for any genre, but not ineffective.  My educated guess is that the one violent scene is imaginary and the protagonist is just losing his mind.  But I could be wrong.

* "We Have Always Lived in the Forest" by Nancy Holder: A woman lives in the middle of nowhere with her children.  A fugitive comes to her door and his shocked by what she does with these children.
~~ Something of an oddity in that the story seems to have a dystopian sci-fi setting.  Kind of take this as a black comedy.  It works that way.

* "Just Like Their Masters" by Mona A Clee: Bullies - not teenage bullies, grownups who should know better - pick on the quiet town eccentric.  And his dog.  Not a good idea.
~~ Fairly well written bit of small town literature.  As a story first published in a horror anthology it ends up pretty much where you expevted it would.

* "Pigs" by Al Sarrantonio:  A man in Poland hears he's wanted by the Soviet-aligned police.  He flees, but his travels take him to a sinister hotel.
~~ The second and better of the book's Eastern European set stories.  It's more surreal than scary, but the world needs surreal.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

The parent hood

Hey y'all.

First of all, shadows.  That's basically a note to self.  That's a post I intend to write but I started getting groggy tonight.

I read this poem during some downtime today, and I love it.  I have no idea if raising children is actually boring, not having attempted it myself.  Actually I know second hand it has its ups and downs.  But the poet is onto something.  And while I know not to take it literally, the last line provides a jolt.