Tuesday, September 21, 2010

New Spring by Robert Jordan

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I heard about this large series (12 books, but the last one is in three parts, plus a prequel, in other words, 15 books.) New Spring is the prequel. I picked it to read figuring why not go in chronological order?

A large back-story, mostly unexplained.

The text has many, many non-English words, some in italics, some not, most of them unexplained.

The map is a blatant copy of Middle Earth, with an ocean to the west and south, a river down the middle, mountains to the west between the river and ocean and more to the east, a semi-active volcano, placenames like Valor and Kantor, etc.

There's about one grammar error per page. About ten hard-to-parse sentences per page.

An unhealthy concern, or more like a preoccupation, or should I call it an over-emphasis, or actually, it's an ENDLESS FIXATION on clothes, particularly women's clothing. Sex is treated like a dream. The author is probably

--74% - a woman
--24% - a badly life-trained man
--1.99999% - a man intentionally writing like a woman
--0.00001% - a man, with an unusual writing style

There's a picture of him on the back flyleaf and frankly he doesn't look like a woman but they can do amazing things with wigs these days...

I read somewhat slowly. I tend to chew along, trying to understand every statement and hint. For this book, I decided to just read as fast as my eyes would scan, not bothering to understand everything because I think most of it is utter nonsense that could never have any explanation at all.

This is like a book written by a teenager in high school who's fascinated with emo or elmo or whatever it is, Druids and Dragons and all that shinola, but no concept of meaning and depth.

There's a warrior who is fighting a war which ends when the entire enemy army simultaneously gives up and slinks away for some (explained) reason. He has a sidekick who wears a leather thong around his head, been wearing it so long it has made a groove around, like an equatorial canyon.

There's a Jedi-like class of women, who live extremely long lives and learn to use a power similar to the Star Wars' "Force". They have an academy called the White Tower and it's controlled by a head witch who is chosen (by some unexplained mechanism) when the previous head witch dies. The new one in the book is a doozey, without an ounce of pity or mercy. Why would any woman join this? They do enslave men as their bodyguards via some kind of spell. They don't marry or have children, but they have lots and lots of clothes and jewelry and knicknacks in their apartments. They find it impossible to give orders to a seamstress when ordering new dresses but just have to endure whatever she choses to sew for them. There are all kinds of colors with various (unexplained) meanings and rules (unexplained.) There are novices and full-fledged members and an intermediate class called the "Accepteds". When it's time to test an Accepted, if she passes she enters the top level. If she fails she simply ceases to exist! Painfully.

I don't know why anybody would read this crap.

I read a couple hundred pages because some women I know said the series was wonderful. I finally gave the book up. I don't know how it ends and I don't care. I don't know what the rest of the series is about and I don't want to know. If someone tries to force me to hear "the rest of the story" I will likely demostrate projectile vomiting.

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Sunday, September 12, 2010

Flowers for Mom

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All women seem to love flowers. You can make a lot of progress with a girl by just giving her one.

I don't know why it works but it does. She gets this flower, from you, and somehow she doesn't think "The flower's pretty, the guy's a twit."

This spring I went and bought a couple of little tubs of flowers and planted them in the yard. My wife loves pansies above all other flowers. So here's a pansy, growing right outside the front door.

In fact, I bought several packets of flower seeds, too, and scattered them around the yard. I do this each year, and our yard is starting to have colorful displays in various corners.

When I got to be about 35 or 40, I had this really good idea: send flowers to my mother. Not on "Mother's Day" as decreed by the political idiots, but on the real mother's day - my own birthday.

On that day, my mother sweated and suffered much agony to bring little me into this world.


It was fairly easy to go online and find a flower shop near my Mom and have a nice arrangement delivered.

She put it on the dining room table and smiled and cried for several days, remembering me and what a fine son I am, especially to remember her in this way.

I started doing this every year until she passed away.

My brother saw one of these arrangements and the note and said "Well, we always knew who got the looks and who got the brains!!" But he didn't pick up on the idea, as far as I know, so maybe he was right. I've told my own children about it but none of them seem to have grasped the idea either. Oh well, the brains are there, that we know.

I might have trained my children, taking them to a flower shop a day or two before their birthday, and help them pick out a small arrangement; but you see, brains don't work automatically, you have to think about things. Can't do something that never occurs to you.

But you, dear reader, can do this.

On your birthday, have some flowers delivered to your mother, if she's still among the living. Mark your calendar a few days in advance so you can get it arranged easily.

Probably best of all, go climb a mountain and pick some wildflowers and deliver them personally, but this won't work for everybody.

Dads, a day or two before their birthday, you can take your kid to get some flowers (you pay for it the first few years) and have them give these to their mom. Repeat every year. Eventually they will get the idea.
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Friday, September 10, 2010

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time

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Various deep thinkers over the years have thought that by studying crazy people we can learn about the human mind. There is often the thought that the insane person is more sane that the sane people in some way, and this has been the premise for a number of modern novels, such as One Flew Over the Cuckoos' Nest and I Never Promised You a Rose Garden and Catcher in the Rye.

The premise of Catcher in the Rye is that the protagonist is borderline sane. It was successful because the protagonist says many things that people are already thinking but no one is expressing. It was a best-seller, then a lot of English teachers made it required reading. So it continues to sell, a quarter of a million copies a year.

It's not all that healthy of a book, tho. Here's a much better one:

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon

Very intense, absorbing, yet charming. A look inside the thinking of an autistic child. I have no doubt this will be a classic; hopefully it will replace Catcher in the Rye in the schools. It's a LOT better. The kid sets out to investigate the death of this dog - who dunnit... he's barely able to cope but he's going to play detective and solve this small but difficult mystery. He winds up making an odyssey across London, which is as difficult for him as hiking across Antarctica would be for you or me.
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Wednesday, September 8, 2010

How to Get Started Writing Your Life Story

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There are two kinds of people in this world, those who have not written down their own life story and those who have. Doing this changes you. You come to understand yourself and your world a lot better.

It could be beneficial to others also.

Here's one way to get started writing your own autobiography.

Open up a text file and write down the date you were born, like this:

1957 March 22 - I was born

I like to put dates in this format but you can suit yourself. Now make a "template" like this:

195 March 22 - I turned

And copy that umpteen times:

195 March 22 - I turned
195 March 22 - I turned
195 March 22 - I turned
195 March 22 - I turned
195 March 22 - I turned
195 March 22 - I turned
195 March 22 - I turned
195 March 22 - I turned
195 March 22 - I turned
195 March 22 - I turned

Now just go down the line and fix it up to have the right numbers:

1957 March 22 - I was born
1958 March 22 - I turned 1
1959 March 22 - I turned 2
1960 March 22 - I turned 3
1961 March 22 - I turned 4
1962 March 22 - I turned 5
1963 March 22 - I turned 6
1964 March 22 - I turned 7
1965 March 22 - I turned 8
1966 March 22 - I turned 9
1967 March 22 - I turned 10
and so on...

Now save the file and add a new set of dates:

1958 Jan 1 - new year
1959 Jan 1 - new year
1960 Jan 1 - new year
1961 Jan 1 - new year
1962 Jan 1 - new year

Now, add one more set:
1962 Fall - started kindergarten
1963 Fall - started 1st grade
1964 Fall - started 2nd grade
1965 Fall - started 3rd grade
1966 Fall - started 4th grade
1967 Fall - started 5th grade

Now, just move all these dates around, merge them into one list:

1957 March 22 - I was born
1958 Jan 1 - new year
1958 March 22 - I turned 1
1959 Jan 1 - new year
1959 March 22 - I turned 2
1960 Jan 1 - new year
1960 March 22 - I turned 3
1961 Jan 1 - new year
1961 March 22 - I turned 4
1962 Jan 1 - new year
1962 March 22 - I turned 5
1962 Fall - started kindergarten
1963 March 22 - I turned 6
1963 Fall - started 1st grade
1964 March 22 - I turned 7
1964 Fall - started 2nd grade
1965 March 22 - I turned 8
1965 Fall - started 3rd grade
1966 March 22 - I turned 9
1966 Fall - started 4th grade
1967 March 22 - I turned 10
1967 Fall - started 5th grade

Save the file!

This gives you a framework in time, so that you can write memories and put them in their right places.

Think about something that happened. Remember getting into a fight with that other kid and getting a black eye? When was that? 4th grade, right after the school year started. OK, insert a few blank lines in the list and write the story. You can also improve the bare date a little, like this:

In the fall of 1966, I started 4th grade. About a week in, I got in a fight with Roger Brown. He called me a ...

When you do this, another memory is going to pop into your head:

As a result of the fight, I seem to have caught the attention of a girl named Ginger. She said I was very brave to fight that bully and ...

Save the file! And keep adding more stories. Sometimes you won't be able to remember exactly when something happened, so put it like this:

About this time, I went fishing with my dad up in the Cascades ... (etc.)

You might want to read a few autobiographies of other people, get some ideas on how it has been done:

Ben Franklin: http://etext.virginia.edu/toc/modeng/public/Fra2Aut.html

James Thurber: "My Life and Hard Times" (try your local library)

I think of these two because they helped me. Ben had some good ideas, and James made me laugh so hard I couldn't breathe - good preparation for swimming lessons later.
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