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This harrows me with dread and awe

This was a much better week than last week.

You may recall my big disappointment (if you don’t recall, click on the link!) was running into a plot hole at the climax of Questionable Minds. This week, I sat down and started doodling ideas and presto, I found the solution. I’ll want to look over the ending again, but the book is done. I also completed the footnotes of Undead Sexist Cliches so that’s done too. That explains the awe.

The dread is that now I’m going to release them into the world. Self-published stuff, and not previously published like the stories in Atlas Shagged or Atoms for Peace. And much more substantial than Sex for Dinner, Death for Breakfast. I feel the inevitable trepidation — what if despite all my work, they suck? What if nobody buys them, like, ever? But regardless I’m forging ahead (well of course).

I did have a talented friend working on the cover for Questionable Minds but I think over the course of the pandemic she’s wound up checking out. Which I didn’t worry about when I was slogging through the middle of the book, but now? Kind of need it. So if I don’t get a response to my recent “how’s it going?” I’ll have to hunt elsewhere. Darn it. And also for Undead Sexist Cliches. Though that one’s slightly easier as I have a good idea what I want.  Assuming I can find a cover artist, I’ll be done with both before my birthday. The biggest obstacle will be indexing Undead Sexist Cliches for the hard copy version.

Dread, but definitely awe.

Other than the two books, I did some leafs, watched some movies for Alien Visitors and wrote some of the chapters. I’d hoped to work on some short stories, but no, the added demands of dog care ate into that. Still, I’m pleased with what I accomplished.

Definitely some awe.

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Flow my tears, the Plush Dog said

I made Dutch cheese and potato soup last week. Plushie stuck around in the kitchen all through the cooking yet I didn’t give him any of it! Is that a dog dwelling in the dismal depths of despair or what?

Mr. Squirrel wasn’t too happy either. He tried really hard to bite through the steel mesh around our bird feeder but it was not to be.I hope y’all’s week is going better than theirs.

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Some days you get the bear, some days the totem pole gets you

I’m running behind, this will have to do for today’s post. Art by Dick Dillin.#SFWApro. All rights to image remain with current holder.

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Today is not the day Donald Trump becomes president

Despite the conviction of QAnon believers and some prophecy believers that Trump’s every defeat is just a chess move bringing him closer to victory, Joe Biden will be inaugurated today. As I learned from the Obama years, there will be no shortage of right-wing bullshit to blog about, but at least it won’t be coming from the White House.

I doubt the Vanilla Isis coup earlier this month would have changed that, but it could sure have done plenty of damage (despite FBI warnings of possible violence). So let’s pause and look back — It seems the rallies from which it sprang were the work of established Washington players. West Virginia Republican Derrick Evans was part of the attack, and has a long history of harassing abortion clinics (“He knew everyone’s full names, said Katie Quinonez, the executive director of the Women’s Health Center — and would repeat them, again and again, on his live stream.”) and gays.

People are dealing with having family, neighbors and fellow cops participating in the coup. Nancy Pelosi says any lawmakers found to have aided or abetted may be prosecuted. A woman who flew to DC in a private jet to “storm the capitol” has been arrested. A number of people on the terrorist watch list arrived for the event. Rep. Sean Moloney said one of his fellow congress-people had allegedly shown some of the attackers around the Capitol before the assault. He didn’t name names, but for some reason Rep. Lauren Boebert took it personally.

Trump allies have declared the coup was the straw that broke their camel’s back. Apparently the repeated lies and bullshit lawsuits to get a coup without violence were A-OK with them (and with Moscow Mitch). LGM predicted the calls for unity, healing and moving forward back in 2018. Curiously, unity means we should forgive them, not that they should support Trump’s impeachment.

Some Trumpers remain optimistic.  Neo-Nazi Robert Rundo is convinced the coup was the beginning of the end for his white supremacist struggle. Some people are ready, like the woman arrested at an inauguration checkpoint who claimed she was a cop and a cabinet member. Or the guy who said he just got lost and forgot all the weapons in his car. And the Bay County, Florida, Republican Party (this is in the Panhandle, near where I used to live) says Biden is not president and they will only refer to him as the president-imposed. One terrorism expert says it gets worse from here. But for right-wingers it’s all part of Pelosi’s scheme to crush them and take their guns (which is much worse than terrorism). Did you know Mitch McConnell’s statements were fed to him by … Illuminati gang signs?

While some QAnon believers are starting to suspect the revolution against the mythical pedophile conspiracy will not happen, QANon text messaging claims Trump’s about to launch his next move today. This QAnon believer urges her fellows to stay the course — this is not the time for summer soldiers! That’s not good because QAnon is warping minds. Oh, and QAnon Georgia Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene plans to file to impeach Biden. While this could just be building herself up for a presidential run, she does have a history of bullshit beliefs (no plane crashed into the Pentagon! Obama is a Muslim!). And Christians seem to be quite susceptible to political paranoia.

Speaking of bullshit, a Politico blogger claims it’s a shame Twitter blocked Trump because he was so entertaining, and Biden will make things booooring. I would be quite happy with a boringly competent four years, though I’m sure we’ll see plenty of fireworks.

Meanwhile, in the last days of the Trump administration —

There’s allegedly a thriving market among Trump’s legal team and allies selling access for pardons. Not a unique issue to Trump, but as usual he’s taking it to the max.

The acting defense secretary is pushing to have a GOP operative installed as the NSA’s top lawyer. Don’t know what significance that has, but I doubt it’s good.

The Trump administration vowed to speed up vaccinations by tapping the government’s vaccine reserve. They didn’t have one.

Trump’s trade war with China was supposed to boost our economy and hurt China’s. He blew it.

 

 

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Love and Fear: Comics Covers

First love, courtesy of John Romita — but seriously Janice, you can do better than this jerk.Then some terror, courtesy of Mort Drucker.And more terror, this time from Steve Ditko.

Cosmic terror as Gene Colan catches Dr. Strange fighting to save reality.And a somber finish, art by Mike Sekowsky.#SFWApro. All rights to images remain with current holders.

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Cutting Trump off from Twitter does not violate his rights.

Nor is Simon and Shuster deciding not to publish Josh Hawley’s book an “Orwellian” on the First Amemdment as Hawley claims.
Before explaining why I must admit to bias. I assume conservatives making this argument are not arguing in good faith. If Simon & Shuster  or Twitter had deplatformed A-OC, the right wing would celebrate. Their concept of the First Amendment is that entitles them to say whatever they want (broadly true, with some limits) and never pay any sort of penalty (not true at all). But even if they’re making their case in good faith, their argument does not hold water. To use a non-political example, let me tell you about Piers Anthony.
About 30 years ago, I heard Anthony at a con complaining that some bookstores refuse to carry his books (I’m guessing because of sexism and pedophilia) which was censorship. He could understand not carrying his books if they didn’t sell, but as long as they were profitable, it was unethical and anti-free speech not to carry them.
This is bullshit. A bookstore is under no obligation to sell a book they don’t want to, any more than Simon & Shuster is required to publish one. Christian bookstores don’t carry The Satanic Bible. Publishers that specialize in serious literature (if there are any left) don’t reprint Mickey Spillane. It’s perfectly reasonable to criticize their standards but it doesn’t violate anyone’s rights to have standards.
It’s the same thing with Twitter and other internet giants such as Facebook, Instagram or Amazon. They have every right to set standards for what can be said/published/sold on their websites. The standards may be bad, but having standards and enforcing them is legit. There are exceptions — I imagine a blanket ban based on race/orientation/gender/religion would violate federal law — but “no, you may not call for insurrection against the government to keep yourself in office” isn’t in that class. Contrary to pundit Conor Friedersdorf, yes, I’d support that standard if Ihlan Omar or Hilary Clinton were calling for insurrection. If they were banned for being Democrats I’d say that was objectionable, but Trump’s choice of party is not the issue.
It’s true that being cut off from a major publishing deal or being shut out of Facebook or Twitter can sharply limit someone’s ability to find an audience, get their message out or sell products, but that doesn’t make it censorship. Particularly not in the 21st century: nobody’s censored or silenced if they have access to the Internet. We can spread conspiracy theories on our own website or through email (remember when that’s how we learned about the latest nutty conspiracy theory?) and sell books through channels besides Amazon. As president Trump can call news conferences, issue press releases, give interviews to right-wing media, make speeches; he may be able to keep doing that after he’s out of office. He hasn’t been silenced, he’s simply lost the ability to hurl his half-voiced thoughts into the public sphere. Hawley will probably have no trouble finding a right-wing publisher (there are several) to put out his book. He can also self-publish; financially it’s not as good a deal, but that’s not censorship.
If conservatives want to prove their concerned about free speech and fairness, why stop with Twitter?  Sinclair Broadcast Group has bought up many local TV stations and pushes a hard conservative line in news segments. So far, conservatives don’t see Sinclair’s bias as an issue that needs addressing. Like I said, not arguing in good faith. Or even logic. I’m seeing arguments such as Trump’s ban being a violation of habeas corpus. Pundit Kathleen Parker argues that America is better off if we know what Trump’s thinking, as if we don’t already know. She also argues that as terrorists and hate groups organized and recruited pre-Internet, letting them do so online can’t possibly be an issue (for just one counter-argument, look at the impact of QAnon).
I’ll close with Alexandra Petri’s dead-on mockery of the right-wing use of Orwellian: “‘What is in Room 101?” he wondered. But he had always known. The thing that was in Room 101 was the worst thing in the world. He opened the door and quailed in the anticipation of pain. Yes, there it was: a sign asking him to put on a mask while he shopped in a store.”

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Math, mediums, scurvy and kids: books read.

I wish I’d read HIDDEN FIGURES: The American Dream and the Untold Story of the Black Women Mathematicians Who Helped Win the Space Race by Margot Lee Shetterly before the movie made the basic concept — that a number of black women “computers” (originally a term for human number-crunchers) helped plot the necessary math for the space program — familiar to me. That said the details are quite interesting, going back to WW II and the military’s need for computers to help figure out the complexities of air flow and pressure in aeronautical engineering. Black women with math skills had no future outside teaching, so they seized the opportunity as a better-paid, more challenging alternative. When Sputnik made the space race a priority, many of the women jumped to NASA (I’d never realized how much precise calculation is involved in sending a capsule into orbit and landing it in the right spot in the ocean), culminating in math whiz Katherine Johnson helping review the computer calculations for Apollo 11. This an interesting slice of history, including the always amusing tech details of ancient computer tech (high-speed data transmission of 1 kilobyte a second!) though it’s not exactly dramatic: the women did grapple with sexism and racism but they didn’t have the kind of turning points that make for a character arc (that is not the book’s fault, of course).

In the opening of Walter Gibson’s THE GHOST MAKERS a seance for wealthy patrons goes wrong when someone ends up stabbed; Det. Cardona suspects the killer was anything but a spirit, but which of the attendees did it? Fortunately the Shadow is on the case, which turns out to involve a network of phony mediums pooling their resources to pull off bigger scams, like having multiple suckers invest in the same crap stock. A couple of years after Gangdom’s Doom assured us the Shadow doesn’t kill and he’s still not as murderous as I envision him, frequently shooting guns out of hands rather than killing crooks. This is a solid series entry; there’s at least one more ghost-busting tale in the series, House of Ghosts.

While Scott and Amundsen taught me scurvy was an ugly disease, I had no idea until reading SCURVY: How a Surgeon, a Mariner and a Gentleman Solved the Greatest Medical Mystery of the Age of Sail, by Stephen R. Bown how nightmarish it was. Because the loss of vitamin C affected collagen, for instance, broken bones that had previous healed would suddenly un-knit in serious scurvy cases. This had disastrous effects on the British navy in an age when shipboard conditions could weaken even strong, healthy men but the admiralty stubbornly resisted treating seamen as anything but cannon fodder; the medical profession’s antiquated view of how disease worked made it next to impossible to think coherently about the problem. Ship’s surgeon James Lind and Captain Cook saw the light but couldn’t dent official dogma, so it was left to physician Gilbert Blane, who had not only good research but good social connections, to win the fight. A good medical history.

I presume the protagonists of Edward Eager’s MAGIC OR NOT mentioning Half Magic as a favorite book of theirs is meant to signal the new story is not in that continuity. In contrast to the blatant magic of the first four books, here the wishing well they’re using to help people is so subtle they wind up wondering if it was their imagination. Probably not (as they point out that would take every adult in town being in on fooling them), but this remains a fairly ordinary children’s adventure, not up to the earlier tales.

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Hancock and Hitchcock: Movies viewed

HANCOCK (2008) stars Will Smith as the drunken, reckless, possibly immortal metahuman whose interventions cause more property and collateral damage than they’re worth, only he can’t seem to care. Jason Bateman plays a PR Man who offers to give Hancock a makeover into the kind of hero people want to be around — but why does his wife find Hancock so familiar? This is mostly a collection of familiar comics cliches — Hancock himself amounts to Superman with Guy Gardner‘s personality — but I’d suggest double-billing it with the superior The Old Guard for another immortal hero. “Do I have permission to touch your body? It’s not sexual.”

Alfred Hitchcock’s SPELLBOUND (1945) stars Ingrid Bergman as a pychoanalyst who falls for Gregory Peck as the new head of the clinic she works at, replacing her mentor Leo G. Carroll. Unfortunately it turns out Peck is an imposter and an amnesiac whose traumatic memory loss may be in response to murdering the real doctor; can Bergman find out the truth before the cops catch up with them?

Lovers On The Run (and posing as married) is familiar Hitchcock stuff but this lacks the tension of Thirty-Nine Steps or Young and Innocent; the police are ineffective so the real tension lies in Bergman’s efforts to break through to Peck’s repressed memories. It doesn’t work but the surreal nightmare sequence designed by Salvador Dali (see below) is certainly memorable.

Peck is another problem, a movie newbie who isn’t strong enough to make his role work. Bergman, however, is great. While the movie trots out the standard cliches of the era that as a professional Bergman is a cold fish who can’t be a real woman (“Women make the best psychiatrists until they fall in love, then they become patients.”), she’s the one who drives the action. Despite falling love she remains a good enough psychoanalyst to crack the case and expose the real killer; Peck is the equivalent of the pretty-girl romantic lead who needs the hero to save her. “You are going to hate me a lot before we’re through.”NOTORIOUS (1946) reunites Bergman and Hitchcock for one of the latter’s classics — though before this rewatching, I’ve never really liked it (I’ve no idea now why not). Bergman plays the patriotic daughter of an American Nazi, drowning her shame in wild parties and booze (the Production Code tidied this up a bit). American agent Cary Grant romances her, then reveals he wants her to spy on Nazi Claude Rains, who’s engaged in sinister doings in South America. Bergman agrees, becoming first Rains’ lover, then his wife, but will he catch on? Does Grant care about Bergman or is she just a tool for him to use?

This is a first-rate film all around, though it took a long trail to get there. Hitchcock, screenwriter Ben Hecht and producer David Selznick fought over lots of elements (Selznick vetoed having the Rains and Grant characters go over a cliff together) and the Production Code wasn’t happy with even a hint of immoral behavior (there are hints, but during the post-war period the Code’s Joe Breen loosened up some, particularly on prestigious A-list films). The final results are well worth seeing. “It’s a lot of hooey — there’s nothing like a love song to give you a good laugh.”

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Second verse, same as the first

Which is to say, this week’s productivity wasn’t an improvement over last week, though the problems were different.

It started Friday night when we decided to keep Wisp in overnight. She doesn’t like being left downstairs by herself — she’s very wary about going upstairs — and around 12:30 her mewing for attention woke me up. I thought she wanted to go out, but no, she just wanted someone to sit with her. There was much petting and belly scritching, then she settled down and went to sleep on the couch cushion next to me. I, however, had no such luck. Sleep was shot for the night.

Sunday, more of the same, plus Plushie had the squirtles. TYG took him outside the first time, then I did, and then he and I settled in downstairs with Wisp. That would make it simpler if he had to go out yet again, which he did; after that, he went to sleep but again, I didn’t. And sleep Saturday and Sunday did not make up for the minimal night sleep. So I started Monday sleep-deprived and never made it up. The sense from last week that my mornings are too busy with pets and I have to get up extra early to get any work done didn’t help. The result was that I spent most of my week a little bit off peak condition.

That being the case, I pretty much dropped my initial plans and focused on the big stuff: more stuff watched for Alien Visitors, some minor formatting for Undead Sexist Cliches and finishing up Questionable Minds. Wednesday, despite all the distractions and lack of sleep, I was optimistic I’d have it done this week, but the last couple of chapter had problems. One was that a key scene involves a convenient oil lamp, but as the house is equipped with gas jets, there’s no real reason they’d have an oil lamp there. That proved relatively simple to fix, but then came the big finish where the bad guy buys it … and for some reason, it doesn’t work. I think I see a way to fix it, but it didn’t occur to me until too late today.

My schedule was also complicated because when Leaf articles were posted for writing it was at odd hours and moments. Normally I adapt to that pretty well but with my brain already foggy that didn’t go well. Still I got some done, and money coming in is always a good thing. And the dogs and Wisp are getting a little more relaxed about having each other around. Only a little, but it’s a good sign.#SFWApro.

 

 

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Day by day, in every way, I’m getting better and better

I have a lot of little goals in my 2021 list, as I always do. Work my brain by doing puzzles. Observe people in the street — their body language, their clothes, their faces. Walk further; I do a lot of walking with the dogs, but it’s rarely as much as two miles. Take more photos and improve my photography skills.  This is stuff I easily fall behind on, but I think I’ve found a way to keep up: make them something I do daily.

Not that I have “do it every day.” as a goal in my list. it’s just that if I shoot for daily, I’m sure to get it done weekly. Well, pretty sure; last week’s chaos almost threw me off but Monday – Wednesday were enough to get ’em done. This is advice I’ve seen in a lot of books: if you need to make $10,000/100 cold calls/write 50,000 words, approach the project as if your goal was $20,000/200 cold calls/write 100,000 words. That way no matter what the setbacks, you’ll have budgeted enough time and effort to make your real goals.

I’ve never found that good advice. Whatever the fake goal I set is, my mind insist on interpreting that as my real goal. As it’s higher than I can make, that ends up making me feel I failed. In this case, however, it seems to be working (of course, the week’s young). Maybe because they’re relatively simple goals, on stuff that isn’t vital, so I’m not stressed. And they don’t require the same level of thought and creativity as setting really steep writing goals does. So I doubt there’s a lesson I can apply to my bigger ambitions.

Eventually if they become regular enough I can stop listing them as goals. With meditation, for example, it’s now part of my regular routine, even if I don’t write it down as a goal. Ditto bread-baking: I resolved to bake bread (including muffins, rolls and scones as an option) at least twice a month last year; I think it broke me out of a slump, so that’s not on the list this year either.

Now if only I could be as efficient in my writing goals …

To wrap up, here’s a photo showing how shaggy Trixie is these days, and one of Wisp sprawled in her favorite snooze place, on the back of the couch.#SFWApro.

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