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Chasing the Dragon

2009-09-03T19:35:00.015-05:00

Hey Kids—

I am on my way to the convention in Atlanta that I've been name-dropping for weeks now.

Dragon*Con. Finally.

FROM THE PAGE—
"Dragon*Con is the largest multi-media, popular culture convention focusing on science fiction and fantasy, gaming, comics, literature, art, music, and film in the US."

I'm joining George Hrab and Slau at the Con and where both of these guys will be working their professional mojo at scheduled events. I know I'll be assisting in some way but I intend to carve out my own Dragon experience. For one thing, I'll be at Scott Sigler's THE ROOKIE Tailgate Tour kickoff on Saturday night and then heading over to the Parsec Awards. Hopefully all my pals will win something, which will be a trick because so many of them are up against one another in a number of categories.

I've promised pictures of goth girls and strange-character mashups, stories of decadent geek behavior and tales from the front lines of the podcasting and skeptic tracks. And I will most definitely make good on all of this, y'all!

And if you search on Flickr, there's a good chance you'll see photos surfacing of all sorts of Dragon*Con activities. With any luck nothing terribly incriminating will come to light. Well, not before I have a chance to contact my attorney.

Stay tuned for the post-Con reportage!

Today’s Find: Porcupine / Incident

2009-08-30T08:59:00.012-05:00

You think you know contemporary progressive rock and wave it away dismissively. And then, this comes along.

Time Flies from the album “The Incident” by Steven Wilson’s project Porcupine Tree.

I found this via Sid Smith—writer, reviewer, quiet bon vivant—and his reportage at Postcards from the Yellow Room.

Allow me to quote his opening paragraph from the juicy review:

“Porcupine Tree has always been about exploring the resonance and echoes found within Steven Wilson’s subconscious. After witnessing a road accident, Wilson was prompted to construct an ambitious song-cycle exploring the numerous associations which this initial incident triggered."

Really, you have to read Sid's entire entry.

Sid hips me to all sorts of things I’d never hear about otherwise. Who knew Steven Wilson existed? Okay, lots of people. But not me. Wilson's project list is fascinating.

An excerpt from the wiki—

“Steven John Wilson (born 3 November 1967) is a British musician, best known as the founder, lead guitarist, singer and songwriter of progressive rock band Porcupine Tree. He is involved in many other bands and musical projects both as musician and producer (including No-Man, Blackfield and Ephrat) and also maintains a solo career.

Wilson is a self-taught producer, audio engineer, guitar and keyboard player, also playing other instruments as and where required (including bass guitar, concert harp, hammer dulcimer and flute). He splits his living time between Tel Aviv, Israel and London, UK.”

Remember those crazy days of imported vinyl prices? You can pre-order The Incident/Special Edition at iTunes for a mere pittance compared to what we used to shell out in the 80s. [Ah, the 80s...good times but I'm grateful I lived through them.]

Something more, also from Porcupine Tree: Fear of a Blank Planet, their critically-acclaimed and best-selling album available now for purchase. It's Wilson's self-described take on Public Enemy's Fear of a Black Planet.

The actual title track is a smart, clean, muscular seven-plus minutes of force. For you, the abbreviated version in video form:

Thanks, Sid. You do indeed rock.

~ ~ ~

Addendum: George reminded me that the second drummer during King Crimson's last tour—the show I saw at the Keswick—was Gavin Harrison, Porcupine Tree's drummer.

THE ROOKIE: The Unboxing

2009-08-27T08:49:00.011-05:00

Scott Sigler and A Kovacs simultaneously, via skype, decant their hot-off-the-press copies of THE ROOKIE. The book is a limited hardcover first edition with a press run of 3,000 copies.

Sigler is a New York Times bestselling author of INFECTED and CONTAGIOUS. Recently he partnered with A Kovacs of the San-Diego-based Audacity Events to form Dark Overlord Media. THE ROOKIE is the imprint's first offering.

THE ROOKIE's Team: Scott Sigler, Future Dark Overlord™ and brilliant author; A Kovacs, project manager and hall monitor; Kevin Capizzi, GameDay program layout and 3D modeling; Greg Poloynis, alien designs and illustration; Jerry Scullion, team logos and book cover; and me, interior design.

Working with this ridiculously talented team was one of the high points of my professional life. I cannot overstate how honored I was to be hired by Dark Overlord Media and much I enjoyed working with Scott and A. They're not only gifted professionals but amazing people as well. More about this when my copy of the book arrives.

THE ROOKIE Story Synopsis:
— from the page
Set in a lethal pro football league 700 years in the future, THE ROOKIE is a story that combines the intense gridiron action of "Any Given Sunday" with the space opera style of "Star Wars" and the criminal underworld of "The Godfather."

Aliens and humans alike play positions based on physiology, creating receivers that jump 25 feet into the air, linemen that bench-press 1,200 pounds, and linebackers that literally want to eat you. Organized crime runs every franchise, games are fixed and rival players are assassinated.

Follow the story of Quentin Barnes, a 19-year-old quarterback prodigy that has been raised all his life to hate, and kill, those aliens. Quentin must deal with his racism and learn to lead, or he'll wind up just another stat in the column marked "killed on the field."

~ ~ ~

Go, Krakens!

True, that.

2009-08-22T08:29:00.006-05:00

“
It is sobering to reflect that one of the best ways
to get yourself a reputation as a dangerous citizen
these days is to go about repeating the very phrases
which our founding fathers used in the struggle
for independence.

”
—CHARLES A. BEARD, American historian

found via my friend Joe Hanna.

The virtual mop and bucket

2009-08-16T11:59:00.003-05:00

No, this isn't a post about cleaning up the attrition that was the festival a few weeks ago. Although, dude, I could go on and on about that week.

One of my activities as Ms. Information for the Geologic Podcast is comments moderation. It's unfortunate that we can't leave the comments open and free. There's a serious twit migration every so often and it's hella difficult to mop up after the spammers track muddy URLS all over the place.

They get more wily all the time, these spammers. My guess is that they're actual workers since there a double-Recaptcha feature on the site. SOMEone has to do all that login. Tedious job, that.

Once in a while, I'm amused by the attempt to look like a real comment. One of their tricks is to cut-and-paste a previously-posted comment and attach their slimy info to it. And then sometimes, their "comments" are just stupidly hilarious.

To wit:

"Well, so nice post haah! Your mind help me so much! I’m not sure if you mind the thing I’ll do here, Im online seller for the Ed Hardy, and also the pretty UGG Boots were my products, alright, seems I have to make the apologys for my Jordan Shoes, they are the moste hot item on my site, are u interest in them?"

Spam-tastic.

I should be working...

2009-06-06T18:33:00.006-05:00

You know how it is.

You have a stack of work and you find yourself doing stupid things on the net. So, Celebrity Lookalikes. Yeah. Well, I ran a few photos out of sheer morbid curiosity. They gave me a collection of people that included Harvey Keitel, Matt Bellamy, Clive Barker. Clive Barker. Not even Clive Owen. And Grace Kelly. Grace Kelly?! The nerve!

I can't understand why they didn't pair me with this guy.
Clearly, we were separated at birth.

Chester Bennington on the right.
Oh, and that's me on the left.

We could be the new Mick and Bianca.

a lifetime in a moment

2009-05-20T15:55:00.003-05:00

“
For moments together my heart stood still

between delight and sorrow to find

how rich was the gallery of my life.

”
—HERMANN HESSE, from STEPPENWOLF

with thanks to Stan Carey.

Cor blimey!

2009-04-08T10:08:00.003-05:00

Where the hell have I been?

I've made a list of topics and checked it about 14 times. As soon as I get two minutes to rub together, I've got tons to tell you. And this includes the Songs That Make You Verklempt.

I'm back and I'm working on it all.

Cheers, dears!

A small hiatus

2009-02-20T23:21:00.004-05:00

Hello, my friends.

Please don't think I've fallen off the face of the planet. I've been involved in some heavy changes and challenges in my family's life. At the moment, it seems there's movement in a positive direction but the going is slow and we are eyebrow-deep in concern and anxiety. It's nearly all-consuming an existence.

I'll return quite soon, even if it's just to toss out some random thoughts.

Be well.

I hear America singing

2009-01-20T10:17:00.005-05:00

by Walt Whitman

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,

Those of mechanics, each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong,

The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam,

The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,

The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,

The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,

The woodcutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or at sundown,

The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,

Each singing what belongs to her, and to none else,

The day what belongs to the day—at night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,

Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs.

Thanks to Charlie Suisman from Manhattan Users Guide.
This was their entry today. Brilliant, isn't it?

A balanced perspective

2009-01-10T08:43:00.007-05:00

“
I want to stay as close to the edge as I can

without going over.

Out on the edge

you see all kinds of things

you can't see from the center.

”
—KURT VONNEGUT

L'histoire d'un épouvantail

2009-01-01T09:39:00.012-05:00

The synopsis reads: "The End" raconte l'histoire d'un épouvantail
pris en flagrant délit de trahison envers ses congénères.

Which is to say, the short, entitled The End, tells the story of a scarecrow who betrayed his kind.

CREDITS
PRODUCTION: C.C.I. Valenciennes SUPINFOCOM
YEAR: 2005
DIRECTORS: Maxime Leduc, Martin Ruyant, Michel Samreth
SOUND: Arnaud Liefooghe, Jean-Baptiste Saint-Pol
RUNNING TIME: 6 min. 10 sec.

Some extra information can be found at Michel Samreth's site.

—A tip o' the beanie to my friend, the wired ninja artist, Shitao.

Verse 33

2008-12-22T19:28:00.000-05:00

Knowing others is wisdom;
Knowing the self is enlightenment.
Mastering others requires force;
Mastering the self requires strength.

He who knows he has enough is rich.
Perseverance is a sign of will power.
He who stays where he is endures.
To die but not to perish is to be eternally present.

—Tao Te Ching | chapter 33 | tr. Feng and English

A conversation after the party

2008-12-21T10:39:00.004-05:00

We've left the party for a drink at the Tally-Ho. [That's its real name. Could I make that up?] In walks a hipster couple and the woman is stunning. She's a tiny thing with a mass of jet-black hair piled on her head. They sit nearby.

Kerry: Oh my god. She is so Amy Winehouse. But healthier.

Me: I know. And so fabulous. She's got more class in her little finger than that entire group of shrieking girls behind you.

Kerry: We would totally be friends with her.

Me: Definitely.

Kerry: As for the real Winehouse...

Me: What a story she is...

Kerry: I want her to get better. But not too much better.

A conversation on the way to a party

2008-12-21T10:06:00.004-05:00

Kerry and I are on our way to a holiday party at the home of our erstwhile veterinarian. He lives out in the sticks. I told Kerry I'd have directions. Clearly, I am a terrible wingwoman.

Kerry: Alright, we're on 191. Now where do we turn?

Me: Ummm... There a restaurant that will be on our left. I can't remember the name but it begins with a C. Candlelight?

Kerry: Dee, you know that's not it. The Candlelight is on the other side of town.

Me: Oh, right, right. What was I thinking?

Kerry: I know where you mean; I just can't remember the name of the restaurant.

Me: The only thing I can remember about the place is that years and years ago I had a pretty mediocre Lobster Newberg there. That's not even something I'd order anymore.

Kerry: That's it! The Newberg Inn!

Me: Oh, for pete's sake.

[driving, driving...]

Kerry: Okay, here we are. [makes left and the terrain becomes more rural]

Me: Now we have to make a right on some woodsy kind of road.

Kerry: I have no idea where I am. How far is the next turn?

Me: It's dark.

Kerry: How on earth is that any kind of answer?

Getting back to work

2008-12-17T09:14:00.003-05:00

In the wake of the election celebration, I spent most of my time online reading the news recaps, predictable analyses, insightful commentaries on various appointments and watching videos of crowds spontaneously bursting into the national anthem. [When was the last time you witnessed that?] It was selfish of me, I know, not to share any of this here. The U.S. Politics page at friendfeed kept me particularly busy, trying to keep up with everything as it was happening.

Now that things have calmed down a bit, if not for the President-Elect, at least, for us, I have to say I agree with Jay Smooth.

—necessary tangent—

Jay who, you ask? He's the force behind Ill Doctrine. From the page: "Ill Doctrine is a hip-hop video blog hosted by Jay Smooth, creator of the hip hop music blog and founder of New York's longest running hip-hop radio show, WBAI's Underground Railroad." I know, I know—you're thinking that I'm crushing on another smart net-boy. And what if I am? Frankly, I think he's both brilliant and a breath of fresh air. That's saying something, considering the morass of electronic babble out there.

—end tangent—

Here's where I agree. If you don't happen to be on board with his commentary, you might dig his delivery, or, at the very least, the enigmatic cat cameos.

Getting Back to Work, Part 1
(November 27)

People, people...

2008-12-16T22:49:00.003-05:00

It's true I've been busy inhabiting other acres of internet real estate lately.

What gives?

This place needs a good housecleaning. No. Better. A strong powerwash. [Raises fist heavenward] And, by golly, it will happen. Soon. After I make my Christmas list.

Which reminds me. I hereby authorize you to feel self-satisfied and righteously smug in the knowledge that at this very moment I have accomplished zero shopping.

That said, must dash for the moment.

Be well, friends. I promise to bring some sugar very soon.

Winter conversation

2008-11-25T17:53:00.001-05:00

I listen to you explain the difference
between a right brain thought and a left.
I am distracted by the smell
of cold on your face.
I lick it away like a child
with an ice cream cone
sticky fingers and sweet tongue.

Aware that I have been here before
I pause in your words.
I have slept in this flesh,
dreamed these winter bones.

Waking in the darkness between us
I hear frost sweeping the porch,
edging toward the morning.
I reach for your hand.

What, you whisper, voice hoarse with dream.
My lips, swollen with you, cold,
are silent.

—Joyce Wakefield

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Relections on a moment in time...

2008-11-04T10:00:00.007-05:00

On Sunday there was a huge commotion coming from the Sun Inn Courtyard, only steps away from my studio. My neighbor, Geo, stopped by and said there was an impromptu Obama rally in progress. I grabbed my camera and went to see what was going on.

The Obama campaign office on Main Street in Historic Bethlehem couldn't contain the group that showed up for an event they had scheduled. Apparently they expected maybe 30 to 50 people. Instead hundreds arrived and the event was moved to the nearby courtyard.

I arrived at the courtyard just as Senator Bob Casey was introducing... Caroline Kennedy! She was poised and articulate and held the crowd in thrall. It was exciting and heartening to be part of the electricity of this gathering but the thought kept occurring to me that I was witnessing history. Of course, it was only a tiny sliver of the larger picture, a pivotal time I think we'll reference far in the future with a clear memory of where we were.

It's interesting that Caroline Kennedy is connected to another time when I clearly remember where I was. That was November 25, 1963 and though I was only three, I can still see my mother watching the television in tears. I clearly recall the crowds and the rider-less horse, but most of all, the dignity of the only family I'd ever think of as our royalty. And here, at this moment, was a woman whose entire life has been swathed in American legend.

It's fitting that this gathering took place at the Sun Inn Courtyard. This tiny piece of real estate has been the scene of public opinion, the most notorious being the Fries Rebellion. The 250-year-old Sun Inn has hosted some of the luminaries of the American Revolution, a meeting of the leading members of the Continental Congress, and a deputation of 51 Native American chiefs and warriors.

The guest list included:
• General George & Martha Washington
• General John Sullivan
• General John Armstrong
• General Nathanial Green
• General Marquis de Lafayette
• General Count Casimir Pulaski
• Surgeon General John Warren
• Dr. William Shippen
• Colonel Ethan Allen
• Governor John Penn
• Governor Richard Penn
• John Adams
• Samuel Adams
• John Hancock
• Richard Henry Lee
• Benjamin Harrison
• Governor Morris
• David Rittenhouse

And here in the present is the Sun Inn Courtyard, again witnessing another important moment of public expression in our history. Here I stand in with people on a beautiful Sunday afternoon- not just any crowd- but people who are passionate about our country, people who are trying to make a difference, listening to a woman whose beloved father helped shape our nation. It's hard not to be emotional about this, no matter what your political stripe.

It's been a contentious, protracted, and exhausting political season. At the end of the day, we're not red or blue, but Americans. Let's not lose sight of what's truly important: our future, our culture, and our responsibility to the global community. To that end, please exercise your right to vote today.

Frank says...

2008-11-03T21:51:00.003-05:00

...a few very important, poignant and beautifully-articulated things about peace, love and understanding:
Why I'm Voting for Barack Obama.

From the page—

“
Really, I could list a thousand reasons for voting for Barack Obama tomorrow. I could talk about all the negative things that have happened in this country in the last eight years, but my decision for Obama all boils down to this: Peace, Love and Understanding.

”

Please do read the rest of his essay.

I'll post his choice of video here. This is a long-time favorite song of mine and never as relevant as now.

Searching for light in the darkness of insanity...

Peggy says...

2008-10-26T22:20:00.011-05:00

Telegraph.co.UK published an article: Republican fears of historic Obama landslide unleash civil war for the future of the party

There's a very prickly section about Sarah Palin.

From the page—

“
In addition to Mr. Frum, who thinks her not ready to be president, Peggy Noonan, Ronald Reagan's greatest speechwriter and a columnist with the Wall Street Journal, condemned Mr McCain's running mate as a "symptom and expression of a new vulgarisation of American politics." Conservative columnist David Brooks called her a "fatal cancer to the Republican Party".

”
You might be interested in reading the rest of the article. What I took away is that the civil war brewing in the party, landslide notwithstanding, might be a great opportunity for the Grand Old Party to clean house. It's about time.

The illustrious Peggy Noonan had a few things to say in her commentary for the Wall Street Journal online entitled Palin's Failin. She leaves room for the possibility of magic and gifts unknown when a wild card surfaces. I like this and have continue to beleive this can happen in unexpected places. But this isn't one.

From the page—

“
Here is a fact of life that is also a fact of politics: You have to hold open the possibility of magic. People can come from nowhere, with modest backgrounds and short résumés, and yet be individuals of real gifts, gifts that had previously been unseen, that had been gleaming quietly under a bushel, and are suddenly revealed. Mrs. Palin came, essentially, from nowhere. But there was a man who came from nowhere, the seeming tool of a political machine, a tidy, narrow, unsophisticated senator appointed to high office and then thrust into power by a careless Franklin D. Roosevelt, whose vanity told him he would live forever. And yet that limited little man was Harry S Truman. Of the Marshall Plan, of containment. Little Harry was big. He had magic. You have to give people time to show what they have. Because maybe they have magic too.

But we have seen Mrs. Palin on the national stage for seven weeks now, and there is little sign that she has the tools, the equipment, the knowledge or the philosophical grounding one hopes for, and expects, in a holder of high office. She is a person of great ambition, but the question remains: What is the purpose of the ambition? She wants to rise, but what for? For seven weeks I’ve listened to her, trying to understand if she is Bushian or Reaganite—a spender, to speak briefly, whose political decisions seem untethered to a political philosophy, and whose foreign policy is shaped by a certain emotionalism, or a conservative whose principles are rooted in philosophy, and whose foreign policy leans more toward what might be called romantic realism, and that is speak truth, know America, be America, move diplomatically, respect public opinion, and move within an awareness and appreciation of reality.

But it’s unclear whether she is Bushian or Reaganite. She doesn’t think aloud. She just . . . says things.

”
As much as I respect her background and political gravitas, I wouldn't have imagined that I would so willingly agree with so much of what Ms. Noonan has to say. But I do. Noonan makes more points in her essay, not the least of which is calling Palin not a leader, but a follower. And that is the biggest condemnation of all.

Conservatives for change

2008-10-25T13:30:00.002-05:00

Thoughts from registered Republicans and Independents.

This is a genuine, sincere and balanced offering. Please give this a few minutes of your time. In this incendiary and, at times, completely insane atmosphere ... whether or not you agree with their political views ... at the very least, this might make you feel a little better about your fellow Americans.

The barefoot diva

2008-10-21T20:56:00.001-05:00

A native of Cape Verde, Cesária Évora is the undisputed queen of the morna, songs of sadness and longing. After a rocky career, her album Miss Perfumado accelerated her comeback in 1992. She's achieved international acclaim and it was Sodade, the single from that album, that propelled her onto the world stage.

Let's remove any question of cure

2008-10-16T17:13:00.005-05:00

There's a lot I could tell you. We feel this need to take our lives and put them out there and this medium makes it so easy to do. In fact, it's almost seductive in its immediacy. Why do we do this? That's a question for another day, and one I've been mulling for some time.

For now, the relevant point is this. I think you've had moments, too, where something—a book, an image, a song—touches you, becomes meaningful, serves as a life raft. And you hang onto it, imbue it with your own meaning. This song from Aiee Mann is one of mine. It's part of an odd collection that ranges from Satie to Linkin Park [I know, go figure] to Elvis Costello to, recently, tango electronica.

For the most part, I can't write in specifics of being unattached at 48. That would be too confessional, but more to the point, it would be an invasion of privacy. Whether any individuals involved deserve my respect is another matter. Some do. Some don't. Just like any situation in your own world. Don't get me wrong- some will definitely score some re-telling because they have acted way beyond the bounds of decency and have become their own cautionary tale. But what's going on now has to remain opaque.

Therefore, I'll choose instead to give you the lyrics again, a January 5th post redux. And if my ethics happen to slip, you'll be the first to know.

. . .

Satellite
from Bachelor No. 2 (Or, The Last Remains of the Dodo)
by the exraordinary Aimee Mann

Let's assume you were right
and play the game of charm and strange
and satellite
and when we've all had our fun
deflate the stars
and put away the sun
and so we can call it a day.

Cause I'll never prove that my motives were pure
so let's remove any question of cure
cause even though you've made it pretty obscure
baby, it's clear, from here—
you're losing your atmosphere.
from here, you're losing it.

So let's assume it was true
cause baby can't lift up a hand to swear to you
and what's the use of defense?
the hangers-on are too far gone for evidence
and that one was lost from the first.

Cause I'll never prove that my motives were pure
so let's remove any question of cure
cause even though you've made it pretty obscure
baby, it's clear, from here—
you're losing your atmosphere
from here, you're losing it.

So have it your way
whatever makes the best resume
whatever you can throw in
wash, rinse and spin til it's
spun away—okay
but I won't be sticking around.

Cause I'll never prove that my motives were pure
so let's remove any question of cure
cause even though you've made it pretty obscure
baby, it's clear, from here—
you're losing your atmosphere
from here, you're losing it.

. . .

—Listen to a sample at iTunes.

Ustedes deben bailar!

2008-10-05T21:17:00.009-05:00

The Argentine/Uruguayan tango fusion band, Bajofondo, released the fiery Mar Dulce over the summer. This is the version of Pa' Bailar featuring Julieta Venegas. She has a voice like smoky, gritty velvet. I used to think I wanted to sound like Chryssie Hynde, but I've officially changed my mind for the moment.

The interesting thing about the entire album is that Bajofondo takes traditional forms and infuses them with contemporary sensibilities; it's a genre-bending but satisfying ride. Few can do this with such skill. Bajofondo aces it and the collective gives us a collection that dips in and out of tango, torch, rap, jazz. Note, too, that Elvis Costello guests on the album with "Fairly Right" and one of the principals of Bajofondo is Gustavo Santaolallo, the composer.

~

Pa' Bailar- Siempre Quiero Mas

esto esta bueno pa bailar

no se donde acomodarte
no se de que color pintarte
no se muy bien que nombre darte
si te veo por la calle
pero se que tu
me miras a los ojos y es algo unico
se que yo siempre quiero mas

no se porque si solo fue un instante
se niega el tiempo apodarte
fue una fina sombra que dejaste
algo ermoso inexplicable

se que tu me miras a los ojos y es algo unico
se que yo siempre quiero mas
lo quiero hacer es salir a bailar un poco
en realidad me gustas para bailar un poco

se que tu me miras a los ojos y es algo unico
se que yo siempre quiero mas

te quiero cerca pa tocarte y pa bailar
te quiero cerca pa sentirte pa bailar

se que tu me miras a los ojos y es algo unico
se que yo siempre quiero mas
se que tu me miras a los ojos y es algo unico
se que yo siempre quiero mas
se que tu me miras a los ojos y es algo unico
se que yo siemopre quiero mas

~