| Balancing freelance and family |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|10:12 pm] |
Today I got a request to build a wounded dog for a show. A springer spaniel this time, and wounded, not dead. This will be more of a challenge in some ways because it has to move, but also easier.
I’m waffling, because I only have 13 days free in July. Mom is encouraging me to go back to NYC and do it, but I feel like I should stay here. This is a benefit and a curse of being a freelancer. My schedule is flexible enough that I could stay but I don’t know when the next job will come, so turning down the income is nerve-wracking. We’ll probably decide later this week when things about Grandma’s situation are clearer.
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| Wil Wheaton profiled for GEEK Magazine |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|08:43 pm] |
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http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/boingboing/iBag/~3/327743637/wil-wheaton-profiled.html Bonnie sez, "I recently interviewed actor, author, gamer and blogger Wil Wheaton for GEEK Monthly Magazine and thought you all would dig learning more about his books, Secret of NIMH connection and what he's doing in the latest GTA game."
You’ve been fairly vocal about the idea of director J.J. Abrams wanting to reinvent Star Trek. Obviously, it’s difficult to work on a beloved franchise and not get some kind of backlash from the die-hard fans. Are you excited or apprehensive about the next phase of Star Trek?
It’s something we’ve all heard before—”Long time fans of the franchise are going to be served and everyone is going to love it. But people who have never watched Star Trek before will also have fun. Even if you hate science fiction you will love this film. This movie is perfect for everyone!” And it just becomes this marketing thing.
But the people working on this next film have a very unique and daunting challenge. Star Trek is a phenomenon that spans generations. It has one of the most passionate, entrenched fan bases in the history of media. The truth is, over the last several years, Star Trek was run into the ground and the franchise was nearly destroyed by the films and the television series that were not being guided by a good hand.
J.J. Abrams is a pretty good filmmaker. Cloverfield and the first season of Lost were great. So you have this guy who’s really creative and has a pretty good track record of making science-fiction related programs and you put him in the right seat and say, “Now fly this franchise and recreate it.” The pressure that he must be under to deliver something magnificent, and the amount of studio interference must be enduring, has got to be nearly indescribable. So I have a lot of sympathy and understanding based on those things.
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| Wil Wheaton (and his GTA obsession) profiled in GEEK. |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|08:41 pm] |
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http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/boingboing/iBag/~3/327743638/wil-wheaton-and-his.html
Bonnie Burton interviews actor, author, gamer, and geek-er Wil Wheaton in this month's edition of GEEK. Snip:
Geek: (...) I need to know how far you’ve gotten in Grand Theft Auto IV.
Wil Wheaton: I haven’t been playing GTA IV that long since the game came out—maybe five hours so far. My progress meter is at like eight percent or something like that. I’ve gotten to a point where the story took a rather shocking and unexpected twist. The character that you control in the game is a very conflicted guy with a pretty complicated and dark history. The guy is more real and has more depth to him than any of the other characters I’ve controlled in GTA. Until last night, I may have played one or two story missions to advance the game, but I really just spend the rest of my time driving around and crashing into cars. I drive cars until they catch on fire. I like to go driving through the parks and hit the pedestrians. I’ve noticed a couple of things like if you’re going really fast and you hit a wall or a tree something like that you’ll fly through the front windshield of the car. So I drove really fast down the wrong side of the street on the expressway and hit a car head-on, and the driver shot through the windshield and landed on the hood of my car. That level of detail is just remarkable. But it suddenly felt weird just driving around the city mowing down pedestrians.
Has it started to warp your sense of reality when you’re stuck in traffic yet?
I hate driving. I absolutely despise it. I particularly hate driving in Los Angeles. I’ll be out somewhere with my wife and point out things, and tell her if this was Grand Theft Auto we wouldn’t have to sit here like this. We could just drive over that median.
Wil Wheaton [ Geek Blog / Geek Magazine. Disclaimer: I have been profiled there previously. ]

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| What I have done this weekend. A photo essay |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|09:22 pm] |
I have built and arranged in my room a bed, a dresser, and two bookcases. There was an original plan.

It was a good plan. I measured everything repeatedly and bought the furniture.
The bookcases are about .5 inches too big for the space, since Ikea gives the width of the shelves, and not the width of the bookcase. (and also because there is an enormous running board. So, there became a revised plan:

It may even be a better plan, it's hard to tell at the moment.
The scale's a weeeee bit off.
Final (for now) photos are here: http://flickr.com/photos/tanaise/sets/72157605996695108/ (If you'd like, you can probably enlarge the photos of the nook to the point that you can read the titles, but it's pretty much entirely romance on the shelves you can see. SF is the lower half of the bookcase parallel to the bed, general To Be Read is parallel to the lamp.)
There are still some final bugs to be worked out, like building the drawers for the bed, and putting away the things that go in those drawers (Drawer one: Sheets and towels. Drawer two: cross-stitch projects and related. Drawer three: blankets. drawer 4: undetermined.) There are a few more things to be bought or otherwise procured (a small bedside table for the nook lamp, a new chair for the desk, something to store shoes in.) (oh, scratch that last: there's a laundry basket in the basement that will suffice for shoe storage.)
And there are still some boxes to be put away, and the posters need to go up. but for now, it is so much nicer than it was 5 days ago.
Now, I have to go hang up my clothing so there's bedspace for sleeping in tonight. (the rest of my bed: a sorting system for books I'd forgotten about, including those taken out of the library.) |
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[Jul. 5th, 2008|08:36 pm] |
Hi, folks! Today is my birthday, and I have spent it lying around and knitting, and napping, and listening to music, and watching the ABC Family Channel or whatever it's called, because they're having a Harry Potter marathon (hence the napping!).
I also spent some time calling my family to congratulate them on various things. For example: on this day 28 years ago, my mom became a mother! My father became a father! My aunts became aunts and my uncles became uncles! My grandparents became grandparents! I was the very first baby in my generation, and they all love me a lot, so I am super lucky. I get on pretty well with the majority of my family, which, I am told, is rare. The members of my family with whom I do not get on, I just refuse to see. Apparently this is also rare -- people enjoy torturing themselves by visiting hated relatives. I refuse to do this. Why bother with people who don't like me?
(I have this rule called The Rule of Awesome, and it states that in order for a relationship to work, I must think the other person is awesome and the other person must think that I am awesome. So far this rule has not let me down.)
Anyway, here's what I want to tell you about: Around 11 a.m. my doorbell rang. I scrambled into clothing and answered the door. It was a stranger, a man holding a giant potted plant. Now, I knew it had to be from someone who knows me really well, because most people don't know that I loathe and despise cut flowers, especially as gifts. (Here! Let me gift upon you death!) I signed for the flowers.
Then he motioned to someone in his truck and out popped a man dressed as Elvis! He was wearing a nylon bodysuit in white. It had fringe covered in neon pony beads. His sunglasses were aviators, and, I have to say, they really made the outfit. He was not wearing blue suede shoes, which was disappointing.
The nylon made me think he was a stripper, and he said, "Do you want to do this right here?" and I was petrified that he was a stripper -- but then I realized that he had a guitar. He sang "All Shook Up"!! There was leering, and strange gyrations, and weird guitar jiggling. I assume all of these things are imitations of strange things Elvis once did.
You guys, an Elvis impersonator sang to me for my birthday on my porch, in front of my neighbors and the post lady and god and everyone! All thanks to gl0ry_gl0ry and erratic0101! They have strange and twisted minds, and boy did that make my day. |
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| Laptop theft at Clarion West sf workshop -- donations needed |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|07:15 pm] |
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http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/boingboing/iBag/~3/327699519/laptop-theft-at-clar.html Clarion West, the famed Seattle science fiction workshop, has suffered a terrible theft: four student laptops were stolen yesterday. Clarion West (like Clarion in San Diego) is a grueling, six-week intensive boot-camp for science fiction writers. Students often quit their jobs and save for years to attend and it goes without saying that they can hardly absorb the cost of a new laptop in the middle of the workshop.
I'm flying to Seattle tomorrow to teach the third week of the workshop and I'm keenly aware of the chaos this will have wrought on the students. The workshop's organizers are soliciting donations -- either hardware or cash -- to get the students up and running. The workshop is incorporated as a 501(c)3 charity, so any deductions are tax deductible.
I am donating all of my teaching fee to the fund. I hope that some of you will be moved to chip in whatever you can afford, to help fund the instruction of the next generation of great science fiction writers.
Here's the note that organizer Leslie Howle has sent around:
Four laptops were stolen July 4 from student rooms at the CW residence, and people in the SF community are responding swiftly and generously to help replace the stolen student computers.
If you'd like to donate to help the students replace the stolen laptops, please visit our Donate page and use the PayPal button, noting in the "Purpose" field that the donation is for "Computers."
This is the first time in our more than 25 years of workshops that something like this has happened, and we're doing all we can to get computers for students so they won't lose any writing time. The theft occurred while students were in class, and was discovered immediately afterwards. I called the Seattle Police Department to file a report, and we've taken steps to increase residence security.
News of the students' loss has spread quickly, and I deeply appreciate that friends, alumni, and writers in the community at large are offering donations to help students replace their computers. We'd especially like to thank Jay Lake for his generosity and for alerting others who might donate money or laptops.
This community is amazing and wonderful. Thanks for helping this year's CW writers, and for all your support. It means a lot to me, Neile, and all the rest of the CW volunteers and students. You guys are the best.
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| Laptop Theft Update |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|07:21 pm] |
I had just messaged Leslie asking if it was cool to repost the statement she’s emailing around … when I saw that Cory beat me to it. Click that link for the full update, straight from the Clarion West folks.
[Crossposted to/from my website. If you'd like to comment, you can do so either here or there.] |
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| Midnight, and I'm on my way to Toasted.... |
[Jul. 6th, 2008|12:54 am] |
...going out to a party, yet another, and before I go I thought I'd mention the party I went to yesterday. A cocktail party at the Beau Rivage. Met a lot of the celebs--George Romero (old yet sprightly), Jess Franco (really old and in a wheelchair), Jaume Balugueros (Rec and others), Umberto Bava, etc et. Most of the directors here are much more accessible and friendly than Hollywoof directors. That's a generalization but true nonetheless. It was held in the courtyard of an old castle, now the seat of Neuchatel's government. Servants wandered the cobblestones, offering delicacies and wine and so forth. All the politicians and aristocracy (so-called--they mostly achieved their titles by investing in the slave trade and growing rich) were there. I felt like a street mutt who'd wandered into the Westminister dog show. I had a good time talking to various and sundry, sitting on the edge of the fountain and soaking my shirt tail, and like that. Pretty cool. Hobnobbing and all.
Saw Tokyo tonight, a trilogy of short films 2 ok segments and 1 kickass piece called "Merde" by Leo Carax--It is great and absolutely not-to-be-missed. Otherwise, a Noweigian Delverance thing that embarrassed Jens Lien, because he is also Norwegian. Reeked. Keep well away,
Deliberation begins and ends tomorrow. I need to be hungover for that so here I go to achieve that end.
A bien tot.... |
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| Addendum: A damned thing? |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|06:26 pm] |
So, during our most recent visit to Beavertail (recounted here, with photos), we encountered a peculiar organism in a high tide pool, among the slabs of phyllite. I had Spooky take a few photos, thinking I would be able to identify it when I got back home. So far, though, no luck. Admittedly, I don't have a lot of resources to draw upon, not here at home, and I've been relying heavily on Kenneth L. Gosner's A Field Guide to the Atlantic Shore from the Bay of Fundy to Cape Hatteras (1978). It was trapped in a very small pool, which contained not much of anything else. My first thought was that it was likely some form of sea weed with which I'm not familiar. possibly a member of the "green sea weeds" (Chlorophyta). Spooky's comment was "Gross," and I have to admit that, yes, it was sort of gross. The main body of the central "polyp," excluding those long terminal "buds," was approximately 16 centimeters long, maybe 1 centimeter in diameter at its widest point. It was motionless, and did not react when prodded. Here are two of the photos:


Right now, I really have no idea what it is. Maybe my first guess was right, and it's some variety of Chlorophyta. I've also considered sponges, cnidarians, bryozoans (it looks a little like the "Rubbery Bryozoan," Alcyonidium spp., though the colour's wrong), polychaete worms, and a number of other groups. It may, of course, be the larval form of some species, or only a fragment of a much larger organism (part of a larger plant, perhaps). But, at the moment, it's got me stumped, and I think, from now on, I'll carry specimen jars with me, so I can get beasts like this under the microscope. All in all, this guy seems as "odd" as anything from the Burgess Shale fauna... |
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| The 85 Weirdest, Day 60: Rand & Robyn Miller |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|05:37 am] |
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http://weirdtales.net/wordpress/2008/07/05/the-85-weirdest-day-60-rand-robyn-miller/ The 85th anniversary issue of Weird Tales features our big list of “The 85 Weirdest Storytellers of the Past 85 Years.” We’re breaking it down online, too: one honoree per day, in no particular order, for 85 days!
When they designed, wrote, and produced the computer game Myst, the brothers RAND & ROBYN MILLER (1959–, 1966– ) didn’t just create a spooky, ethereal, otherworldly puzzle-solving experience reminiscent of a collaboration between Clark Ashton Smith and M.C. Escher. They also revolutionized videogame architecture, making first-person narrative the default gamer perspective. Another 85 years from now, literary historians will note that moment as the major paradigm shift on the road to truly interactive storytelling — weird or otherwise. |
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| i could watch this over and over.... |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|05:15 pm] |
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| Nerdnerdnerdnerd |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|05:02 pm] |
I'm waiting for the final episode of Dr Who season 4 to be uploaded. This is pathetic. I've been re-loading a site for half an hour!
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| Abort Jesse |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|03:43 pm] |
Years before Harlan Ellison became my Uncle Harlan, I was fortunate enough to see him do a public speaking gig at the University of North Carolina. At one point he went into a deadly riff about our wingnut senator, Jesse Helms.
"Hey, you don't have to live with him!" someone in the audience shouted.
"Neither do you," Ellison shot back.
But unfortunately, those of us who grew up partly or entirely in North Carolina did have to live with "Jesse," as haters and lovers alike called him, since we could never muster quite enough opposition to vote the old bastard out of office. He may not be burning in Hell today, because it seems to me that a person should be able to state and live* his fucked-up convictions without being condemned to eternal torment (if eternal torment there be), but if he did make it to Heaven, he is surely due for some surprises there.
*Short of slaughtering, interning, etc. the people you don't like, obviously, though I expect Jesse wouldn't have minded setting up a few concentration camps if he had been able to. |
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| Vacation Unsold Artwork Round up. |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|04:17 pm] |
We leaving for vacation on Monday, and when I get back I will have a ton of new work up here. So...out with the old in with the new (eventually).
All artwork will be shipped Monday before we hit the road for the big easy.
Just to make my life easier, I am putting this all in one post, so it may take a while to load. All work except "The Loved Ones" is 1 for $30 2 for $50 3 for $75 4 for $90 (Thats buy 3 get one free... what a deal) The Loved ones are 1 for $20 2 for $30 3 for $45 4 for $60 (Again buy 3 get one free!!)
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| Same thing |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|02:07 pm] |
Me, in comfy chair, working on revisions.
J: I see you've got a book under your laptop.
Me: Yup.
J: I suppose that's to protect yourself from the heat of your laptop?
Me: Yup.
J: I guess a book would work really well for that. Because of its low thermal conductivity.
Me (with raised eyebrows): Low thermal conductivity? You are a geek.
J: No, I'm a physicist. (long pause) Same thing, I guess.
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| As price of fuel soars, so does a dirigible renaissance? |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|01:03 pm] |
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http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/boingboing/iBag/~3/327519831/as-fuel-prices-soar.html
Snip from an article in today's New York Times about a slew of designers and firms developing new models of airships. These passenger-carrying aircraft float on the wind, rather than being propelled solely by fuel (more precise explanation here). And, ah, hopefully they don't blow up in the sky or whatever.
As the cost of fuel soars and the pressure mounts to reduce carbon dioxide emissions, several schemes for a new generation of airship are being considered by governments and private companies. “It’s a romantic project,” said Mr. Massaud, 45, sitting amid furniture designs in his Paris studio, “but then look at Jules Verne.”
It has been more than 70 years since the giant Hindenburg zeppelin exploded in a spectacular fireball over Lakehurst, N.J., killing 36 crew members and passengers, abruptly ending an earlier age of airships. But because of new materials and sophisticated means of propulsion, a diverse cast of entrepreneurs is taking another look at the behemoths of the air.
Mr. Massaud, a designer of hotels in California and a stadium in Mexico, has not ironed out the technical details, nor has he found financiers or corporate backers for his project — to create a 690-foot zeppelin shaped like a whale, with a luxury hotel attached, that he has named Manned Cloud.
And, heh, my favorite quote here:
“A dirigible is something magical,” said Jérôme Giacomoni, who was 25 when he founded Aerophile with a friend. “But most of the ideas are crazy.”
Why Fly When You Can Float? [NYT]
Image: Jean-Marie Massaud.
Update: most LOLlable comment in this thread, #4 posted by Chris the Tiki guy...
[I]f they're exploring whale shapes, why not other aquatic creatures, like the seacow? That way people can point and say "Oh, the huge manatee!" (...) [I]f Helium is in short supply, I doubt we'll be launching very many lighter-than-air craft any time soon, unless we can figure out how to make hydrogen just as buoyant but less explode-y.
Image: found floating (snort) around on the internet, provenance unknown.

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[Jul. 5th, 2008|02:04 pm] |
...and then other days I love my horse and it's a damn good thing, because otherwise I'd have to quit riding and take up some other athletic pursuit. Like tennis. Or macrame.
Things that I do not recommend: nearly having a panic attack on the horse. Good grief. Just one of those days when I couldn't seem to do anything right. I was well aware (oh, so well aware!) of what needed addressing, but when I tried to convince my body to cooperate, it laughed at me and was all, "No, sorry, out to lunch!"
Our canter didn't suck, and we were eventually able to salvage some non-disgraceful walk/trot/walk transitions after learning a nifty new stretch from T., after which I decided to call it a day since I was not breathing and not relaxing and didn't really want to tax poor Tucker's goodwill more than I already had. But I think we'll throw that one out and forget about it, thanks.
To the barn tomorrow morning for five hours of scribing, and longe after the show. Maybe I'll climb on; we'll see how tired I am. Monday off, Tuesday ride, Wednesday lesson, and it does occur to me that it's been over a month, what with one thing and another, since I've had a dressage lesson on my own horse at 100%, so I'll, uh, look forward to that.
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