Archive for January, 2009

This Photo Needs Your Love

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If you have a Flickr account and like the photo below, could you please click over to Flickr and favorite it and/​or add a com­ment to that effect? My dream would be to break the top 100 on Flickr Explore with this one. Don’t you want to make my dream come true?!

I wouldn’t do this for a photo that I don’t think rocks hard, and I love this one most of what I have shot in 2009.

This Photo Needs Your Love

links for 2009-​​01-​​05

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Photo: Alpha Ram

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These things are way too accli­mated to peo­ple. They were stand­ing by the dozens in the mid­dle of the road right out­side the gate and about 20 peo­ple were stand­ing next to them snap­ping away. Glad I finally got to see one though.

Photo: Alpha Ram

Book 2009 #1: Liberation by Brian Francis Slattery

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The first book I have read for 2009  prob­a­bly shouldn’t count.  I started it in 2008.  But I set the rules and I have decided that it is books fin­ished in 2009 that count.  Maybe  I will finally get through War and Peace after all this time.  Unlikely.  The Russian authors have rarely done much for me.  Although, now that I think about it, Crime and Punishment gave me some nasty night­mares in high school.  Something about a bloody ham­mer. No bloody ham­mers here, but there sure was a lot of blood in general.

So I read the rather long titled Liberation: Being the Adventures of the Slick Six After the Collapse of the United States of America by Brian Francis Slattery. I picked this one up after hav­ing seen the really inter­est­ing cover a cou­ple of times at the book store and read­ing the back copy.  I wasn’t quite sold, but then Cory over at BoingBoing posted a glow­ing Doctorowian review and­con­vinced me to give it a shot.  Speaking of  Cory, I think I’ll put Little Brother up on the chop­ping block next.  I’ve been mean­ing to get to that for a while and I sus­pect the­mat­i­cally it’ll go down well after the six course meal of this book.

Sheesh, that’s a lot of words with­out actu­ally talk­ing about the book itself isn’t it?  I was talk­ing with Nick Mamatas about this one and he said he thought it read like bud­get Pynchon.  I’ve never read any Pynchon but I trust Nick knows what he’s talk­ing about.  I’m actu­ally look­ing for­ward to read­ing some Pynchon now based on that com­par­i­son.    (Finally, I address the book itself, eh?)

Yeah, I liked this one for a lot of rea­sons.  The prose is wan­der­ing and wild and full of words that go together like choco­late and peanut but­ter.  Just some great writ­ing here, and it breaks rules of POV and such in lovely ways that just make every­thing slightly sur­real, and yet still grounded.  This is sci­ence fic­tion, but there are ghosts.  Are they metaphor­i­cal? I guess you could say that.  If this weren’t genre, you wouldn’t even ask that ques­tion though.

Post eco­nomic col­lapse America sounds a hell of a lot more ghoul­ish than I imag­ined it per­son­ally.  For one, Slattery sees slav­ery com­ing back.  I had a hard time buy­ing that at first but it does make a kind of grue­some sense.  I hope he’s wrong if things ome to that.

The main char­ac­ter here is really America (post col­lapse, but our his­tory as well).  Everyone else, espe­cially the pro­tag­o­nists, are just sup­port­ing cast.  That’s not to say they aren’t well-​​characterized.  I’ll prob­a­bly remem­ber Marco in par­tic­u­lar for years to come. But I like a book with a broad char­ac­ter like that once and a while.  It’s some­thing I would love to pull off some day, as I work to grow as a writer.

And every­thing here is so fuck­ing cool.  It’s almost Beats cool.  The Slick Six are very slick, very suave and I think there’s almost a comic book atmos­phere at play here.  They’re larger than life in some ways, par­tic­u­larly Marco (espe­cially Marco).   It’s so weird to me that Slattery has made his post-​​collapse America seem cool, but it really is.  Bursting with weird­ness and cool.  There’s a scene in par­tic­u­lar that I am think­ing of, involv­ing a con­fronta­tion between Marco and an assas­sin that is just great and so so cool.

Also, the villain’s name is the Aardvark which may be more ridicu­lous than cool, but I liked that.  What kind of vil­lain goes by that istead of the Hammerhead or the Wolf or some­thing suit­ably fright­en­ing?  Aardvark is not a word that strikes fear in any­one unless you hap­pen to be an ant.

This book will stick with me for a while, I think.  I am def­i­nitely look­ing for­ward to the next one by Slattery.  I may even read this one again, more care­fully this time, to enjoy the prose at my leisure.  I rec­om­mend this one if you like post-​​apocalyptic fic­tion, gonzo style road trip nov­els, or ninjas.

Photo: Aberts Squirrel

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Squirrels out in the Rockies are just freak­ing weird.

Photo: Aberts Squirrel

links for 2009-​​01-​​02

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Photo: Sunrise Over Frozen River

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Here’s one of my favorites from my shoot on New Year’s Day. I’m think­ing after work or on my lunch break today that I will do a top 10 list of last year’s best pho­tographs. Pretty sub­jec­tive but maybe I’ll teach myself some­thing by going through and look­ing at what I did last year.

Photo: Sunrise Over Frozen River

First Story of 2009: Engines of Survival, by Larissa Kelly

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At least, the first one I have read.  My goal is to read at least one a week now that I am writ­ing again.  My think­ing is

Strange Horizons Fiction: Engines of Survival, by Larissa Kelly.

It’s always the lit­tle things in the future that are the hard­est to adjust to. You’ll be walk­ing in the park after mak­ing your deliv­ery, tak­ing amused note of the robot nan­nies and the teenagers rac­ing in their jet har­nesses, soak­ing in the expected nov­elty of the scene. And then all at once, you real­ize that the young man on the path ahead isn’t walk­ing a small dog, as you had orig­i­nally thought, but a raccoon.

Cryptic cap­sule review: like an acci­den­tal brush of an attrac­tive stranger’s hand across your own in a crowded space.

Speaking of short fic­tion, I miss Nick Mamatas over at Clarkesworld.  Damn you Viz!