Yearly Archives: 2015

Getting nerdy as f— about things we love

"I respect people who get nerdy as fuck about something they love."
“I respect people who get nerdy as fuck about something they love.”

I always thought I was one of the world’s biggest Star Wars fans. I was 16 years old when the first movie was released, and I saw it with two slightly older friends one of whom was a hard core science fiction/fantasy fan who subscribed to magazines and fanzines no one had heard of and was always talking about the intricacies of how this make-up artist did that thing, et cetera. Our small town in southwest Washington state had only two theatres back then and seldom got anything new, so these friends were always driving down to Portland, Oregon to see movies none of us had heard of.

They convinced me to go see this movie that they thought might be good on opening night. My mind was blown away. We hadn’t expected it to be so awesome. The next day we convinced several of our friends to caravan down in several cars to see Star Wars in a big group. They were equally as mind-blown.

We took another group of friends down a couple weekends later. Over the course of the summer of ’77, I drove myself and various friends down another 13 times to watch Star Wars again. The movie finally opened at one of our small town theatres in August, I think, and some friends who had refused to take the long drive to see it finally went with me to watch it on a fairly tiny screen. By that point, I not only knew every single line of dialog, but I could engage in trivia battles with my friends.

I organized excursions to go see each of the two sequels on opening day. For Return of the Jedi, two of my best friends and I got up at 4am to drive down to the big theatre in Oregon where I’d first seen Star Wars and Empire and we sat in line all day. I was 18th in line that morning for the first showing to the film.

I’m always a little amazed when I realize how many friends I have, now, who were too young to have experienced the movies the way I did. To them, Obi Wan, Luke, Leia, and Han weren’t cool characters in this awesome movie, they were beings of legend on a par with Santa Claus or Moses. And thus many of those friends have gone through all the phases of believing in the original tale, learning that it is a story that someone somewhere made up, becoming a bit cynical about the process of making movies and selling toys, and so on. Which isn’t to say they they don’t love the films. A lot of them revere them, and defend them as a treasured part of their childhood.

I didn’t go through those phases with this particular story. I was old enough that I could see which parts of the movie were homages to the old Buck Rogers and Flash Gordon serials, which parts of the movie harkened to Westerns, and so on. That didn’t make me love the story any less, by no means. Look how many times I drove to watch it!

I didn’t own my own copy of the movie on VHS tape until I was nearly 30 years old. It was one of the first movies I bought after finally getting my own VCR. (That’s another thing, I’m old enough to remember when VCRs were a new gadget that only really well-to-do people could afford to own.)

To this day when I watch the original movie, I find it a little jarring to see those words “Episode IV – A New Hope” appear at the top of that initial screen crawl. That wasn’t there for that entire first run of the movie. It was added when the movie was released on home video, and in the re-release to theatres just before The Empire Strikes Back came out. It doesn’t matter that for 37 years that movie has been referred to as “Episode IV: A New Hope,” my visceral reaction is, “No. That isn’t the real name. The real name of the movie is simply ‘Star Wars.'”

I’m not recounting all of this to disparage anyone else’s appreciation of the film, or to try to prove that I’m more of an authority than anyone else. I chose my opening sentence to this post with a purpose. It implies something that I now want to make explicit: I always thought I was one of the world’s biggest Star Wars fans, but I’m not the biggest. I can’t be. I have seen people very literally insist that they will cease to be friends with people if those people spoil the new movie for them.

And that’s simply insane.

Seriously, you are the sort of person who will discard another human being because they slip up and mention something about a movie?

I love Star Wars. It changed my life. It changed my view of storytelling. It set a standard that I still measure other stories against. And I’m a storyteller myself, now, who believes that storytelling is not merely fundamental to the definition of human, but that it is a transformational force which can move the world. I believe all of that, but I’m also able to understand that a plot twist is not more important than a human being. A literary surprise should not be more valuable to you than the love or affection you feel for another person.

I’ve made ludicrous statements myself, such as that I can’t be friends with someone who thinks The Phantom Menace was a good script. I’ve said things about movies or books or shows that I love and people who don’t share my enthusiasm which were insensitive at best, and outright cruel/pure assholery at worst. And then felt like a complete heel when I realized how I sounded. So I recognize that people might be being just a little hyperbolic. I realize that maybe these same people would regret it if they really did ostracize someone for “spoiling” the movie.

I hope, at least. Because here’s the thing: if you really love Star Wars that much, you should love the fact that other people love it. And maybe they don’t love it exactly the way you do. And maybe they love it so much that when they talk about it they reveal some details that you think of as spoilers, where as they think they’re just telling you it was awesome. It’s fine to let people know that you would like to be spoiler-free. And clearly, if someone tells you the ending for the malicious and intentional purpose of upsetting you, they are being an asshole and maybe you would be better off without them.

I try, myself, not to mention plot twists or reveals and the like of anything I’m watching or reading. I constantly bite my tongue about which clone is my favorite in the series Orphan Black, for instance, because merely mentioning my love of the character could spoil an important plot-twist that happens near the beginning of the second season. Even though it has been out for years, now, there are still friends I’m trying to get to watch the show, and I don’t want to ruin the joy I felt when that reveal happened.

But it’s just a story. It isn’t actually a matter of life and death. And just as we hurt people when we make disparaging remarks about things they like that we don’t, we also cause pain when we piss all over someone else’s enthusiasm. We shouldn’t do that. Especially about things they love.

I’m trying to learn not to do it. Won’t you join me?

Weekend update 12/12/2015: Man(un-)splainin’

Bob Englehart, The Hartford Courant (http://www.courant.com)
Bob Englehart, The Hartford Courant (http://www.courant.com)

Yesterday I posted a link to some racist comments Supreme Court Associate Justice Scalia made about student admission policies of colleges. There is much that could be said, but this writer puts it best: Dear Justice Scalia: Here’s what I learned as a black student struggling at an elite college. It always amazes me how blind people can be to the ongoing social, economic, and educational effects that generations of racism has baked into the system. And how blind so many of us who aren’t people of color can be to the many advantages, encouragements, and other boosts we have received at every step of the way. But Miss Betty Bowers put it best:

In other news: A few weeks back I included in the Friday Links an article about the Associated Press’s investigation into cops who lost their badges because of sexual misconduct: AP Investigation Finds Approximately 1,000 Officers Lost Their Licenses During the Last Six Year for Rape, Sodomy and Other Sexual Assaults. It you haven’t read that article or a related one a couple of highlights beyond the headlines: only 41 states were able or willing to answer the AP’s questions about this. A few states don’t have a central repository for tracking which people are authorized to act as police or those who have had that license taken away. A few states that do claimed that there had been no such cases in the last six years, but then the AP turned up news stories in those states reporting specific cops who had been drummed out of the force for rape.

Anyone paying attention to police misconduct cases knows that there’s a tendency for the other cops to cover up or excuse even the most egregious behavior of their comrades, so it shouldn’t surprise us that some states claim they haven’t had this problem when there is clear proof that they had. Still, the most amazing thing happened this week: a jury actually convicted a cop of 18 of the 30-some charges of rape or related crimes filed against him: Sobbing Former Cop Daniel Holtzclaw Appears to Mouth ‘How Could You Do This’ at All-White Jury That Convicted Him of 18 Counts of Rape. Note that his defense is that the 13 women who testified against him are all lying. Never mind the DNA evidence, he’s a cop and we shouldn’t believe these women and girls.

He literally told the 17-year-old before he raped her the first time that no one would believe her because she was black and had a juvenile criminal record!

That’s enough of the bad news: I want to end this on a positive note. And here’s one: Calgary parents update mom’s tattoo to support their transgender son. Go look at the before and after pictures of the tattoo! And read the story. It’s so wonderful when parents are supportive of their trans kids!

Friday Links (epic trolling edition)

Where's Luke Skywalker? (Click to embiggen)
Where’s Luke Skywalker? (Click to embiggen)
Thank goodness it’s Friday. Even if I’m not really ready for the year to nearly be over! I’m certainly ready for this week to be over. Or at least for the last remnants of this cold to go away…

Anyway, Decorating Season is in full swing, and we’re counting down days until Christmas. We’re still behind, but making progress. I’m trying not to panic about my Christmas Ghost Story. But, meanwhile here are links to some of the interesting things I read on the web this week.

Link of the Week

The absolutely epic trolling letter Jeb Bush’s leadership PAC sent to Donald Trump’s lawyer. Seriously, this thing is hilarious!

This week in Geek

Dictionary.com chooses word of the year.

This Week in Diversity

WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT BIRACIAL BLACKNESS.

15 things I learnt about Islam and British values being a gay boy living opposite a mosque.

News for queers and our allies:

I Can’t Keep My Gay Kid Safe.

RainbowMan: Of Blackmail, Section 377 and Being Sexual Beings.

Carol and What It Was Really Like to Be a Lesbian in the 1950s.

Gay Superhero Joey Joins The Team On “Marvel’s Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D.”

No Reason to Exclude Transgender Medical Care.

Family of former Victoria Police officer says homophobia contributed to suicide.

‘No, seeing a transgender person is not a reason to call the police,’ writes the American Civil Liberties Union.

Happy News!

There are more museums in the U.S. than there are Starbucks and McDonalds – combined.

Science!

Why Are There Gay Men?

Study: Homophobes May Be Hidden Homosexuals. I know this is nothing new, but it’s yet another study confirming previous results.

The Bugs in Our Mindware – Many obstacles lie on the path to rational thought.

Fly Over Pluto’s Craters, Mountains, and Plains … at 80 Meters Resolution!

Concussion expert says children shouldn’t play football until they turn 18.

Am I Just Not Attractive Enough To Date?

Science Says It’s More Than How You Look that Makes You Attractive.

‘tis the Seasoning: Bright Spots on Ceres Are Very Probably Salt.

“Resurrection plants” could offer hope as climate change decimates crops.

Fit to burst: Black holes can’t gobble up more than 50bn suns, scientist says.

Magician to Scientists: Don’t Assume Infallibility.

Novel Chemical ‘Washes Away’ Alzheimer’s Plaque in Mice.

Surprise: School That Is Tolerant of Anti-Vaxxers Suffers Massive Chickenpox Outbreak.

Shocking Maps Show How Bad U.S. Sex Ed Is.

Science Fiction, Fantasy and Speculation!

The case for Hayley Atwell to star in ‘Doctor Who’.

Best science fiction and fantasy books of 2015.

How Isaac Asimov Went from Star Trek Critic to Star Trek Fan & Advisor.

Newly discovered WEB Du Bois science fiction story reveals more Afrofuturist history.

‘X-Men’ Star Shawn Ashmore Wants To Play Iceman As Gay. The character finally came out in the comics…

This week in Writing

FOREIGNERS, ACCENTS AND BROKEN ENGLISH.

Culture war news:

What Happened to Bullying?

These Pranksters Read Bible Passages to People, Telling Them It Was the Qur’an; They Were Shocked.

Human rights victory bittersweet, say parents of Toronto transgender boy.

Charlotte attorneys challenge law that allows magistrates to avoid performing same-sex marriages.

District 211 keeps deal on transgender student after heated debate.

Dear Media: Stop Using the Term ‘Radicalized’ Unless You Apply It to White Christian Extremists, Too.

Colorado Clerk’s Anti-Gay Marriage Sign Condemns Those Who “Choose to Violate God’s Written Word.”

Australia: God’s warriors are locked in a barbaric, futile battle against marriage equality.

This Week in the Clown Car

"I miss the days of Sarah Palin being the scariest Republican candidate in history."
“I miss the days of Sarah Palin being the scariest Republican candidate in history.” (Click to embiggen)
Rubio: No-Fly List ‘Shouldn’t Be Used As Tool To Impede 700K’ From Getting Guns. He’s right, but for the wrong reasons.

After Making Enemies, Ted Cruz Tries to Make Friends.

Trump calls for ‘total and complete shutdown of Muslims entering the United States’.

The Latest Embarrassing GOP Attacks on Climate Change Science.

Trump Supporter Busted For Lying On CNN About Her Own (R) Political Career.

GOP preparing for contested convention.

White supremacist groups see Trump bump: ‘He has sparked an insurgency,’ Stormfront founder says.

Members Of Donald Trump’s Christian Denomination Are Trying To See If They Can Kick Him Out.

This week in Other Politics:

Obama Offers Honest Words About Hard Truths: The president doesn’t have any magic solutions for defeating ISIS. And neither does anyone else.

This Week in Racism

Trump’s Anti-Muslim Rants Undermine the Foundational Principles of American Democracy, And I’m Taking it Personally.

When a Mass Killer Is a White Christian, He’s a Lone Lunatic, but When He’s Muslim, He Represents All Muslims: The Logic of Prejudice and How It Works.

Scalia: Affirmative Action Sends Blacks To Schools Too Advanced For Them.

Farewells:

Transgender Warhol Superstar Holly Woodlawn Dies at 69.

Holly Woodlawn was a transgender inspiration. We mustn’t forget her achievements.

Are You Being Served? actor Nicholas Smith dies aged 81.

Things I wrote:

Making a list and checking it….

On our third anniversary….

Presents under the tree.

Videos!

Undies & Onesies: Holiday Spectacular (w/ CoCo Peru):

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Stephen Reveals How To Defeat ISIS:

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Macy Gray – All I Want For Christmas (Lyric Video):

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Phoenix – Alone on Christmas Day:

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Long Lost track: The Beach Boys – Alone On Christmas Day / 1977 Outtake (Correct Speed) Mike Love:

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Presents under the tree

My sister and I with our presents Christmas morning at my paternal grandparents; house.
My sister and I with our presents Christmas morning at my paternal grandparents’ house. My guess is I’m about 9 years old in this pic. (Click to embiggen)
I remember lots of Christmases being asked to pose with my presents so one of my grandparents could take a picture. I remember it happening a lot. Some years they would have several of the kids pose together. Some years, particularly when one or more sets of cousins were present, they’d arrange a photo first with one, then the next kid, and the next until we were all done.

I don’t have very many of those pictures. I’m not sure which extended family member ended up with them. The picture above is one of the very few I have in which my sister appears with me. I don’t have any with my cousins. And since I never spent a Christmas with my younger half-siblings, I don’t have any with them, either. In the modern era of digital image sharing, I suspect that if people take that particular kind of picture that it gets shared with all the relatives who sent the kid a toy. I know that part of the reason this particular scan is such low resolution is that for a while one of the standard processing options you could ask for when sending film in to get photos made, was you would receive one image that was about 3 inches tall by 5 inches wide, and then printed on the same chunk of photo paper two smaller images, about one-and-a-quarter inches by one-and-a-quarter. Besides the two duplicate images being a lot smaller, they were also cropped square, so some of the image on the left and right was lost.

The idea was you could take some scissor and cut off the two duplicates from all the pictures and share them around. That’s how this picture, take at my paternal grandparents’ house, maybe by my grandparents, wound up in my other grandma’s photo album. One of the miniature duplicates was mailed to her.

The other reason the picture is a bit hard to make out is that the photo was printed on a faux-linen texture photo paper. The texture introduces some noise into the image. And over time, the parts of the texture that is raised tends to rub of and lose part of the image.

I cropped this down a bit to cut out the boring parts of the room in hopes the picture would look a bit more interesting, but the resolution at which it was scanned, plus the tiny size of the original are conspiring against me.

I remember the robot and kept it for years. It walked back and forth, the chest panel opened up and these sort of laser canon things folded out and made a lot of noise while the robot’s upper body spun around. In my early teens the robot started falling apart, so I disassembled it and tried to figure out if I could rebuild any of it into anything useful or cool. I never quite liked any of the things I transformed it into.

I don’t remember who gave that one to me, though based on the size my guess would be my paternal grandparents. I have a lot more memories of poking and prodding presents under the tree during the days and weeks leading up to Christmas than I do of opening presents Christmas morning. I loved lifting the presents, turning them this way and that, figuring out the relative mass of different parts of the package to get an idea of the shape of whatever was in the box. Guessing what materials the gift is made for by the weight, density, and most importantly the noise it made as it moved in the box.

It’s why my maternal grandma always set up at least one box with extra things inside (buttons, bolts, little bells inside mint tins, et cetera) to make weird rattling noises. And it’s one reason I don’t feel like a Christmas tree is complete until there are wrapped presents under it. It isn’t that I want a lot of gifts. I just want some wrapped boxes to try to guess the contents of. And to have days to check it out and think about it. It’s the puzzle and the potential of things in might be that seems to get the little kid in me most giddy.

There’s also the pretty paper and ribbons and such. Especially back when a lot of the presents would come from relatives who lived far away and would mail them to us. All of the wrapping would be different. One aunt might have wrapped on the presents in cream-colored paper with images of holly leaves and berries, for instance, and another had silver paper with snowflakes. I remember some wrapping paper would have images that weren’t just a few abstract or cartoon characters, but would be a fully illustrated Christmas scene, such as a family decorating a tree, or people going sledding. I like trying to compose stories for those pictures.

I now enjoy giving presents a lot more than getting them. Some years I try to wrap everything in similar paper. I seldom stick to it, though, because there is also certain wrapping paper I find that I think a particular friend or relative will really like it. Or it reminds me of them in some way. I seldom survey anyone afterward, but sometimes someone will comment on the cool wrapping paper, and that makes me feel as if I accomplished the mission.

I probably think about this sort of thing a lot more than other people do. But it’s a pretty harmless obsession. And it adds a bit of bright color to the world, so that can’t be bad.

On our third anniversary…

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So, three years ago today I got to stand with the man I love in front of a bunch of people we both love and say, among other things, those traditional words, “I do.” It was wonderful and happy and I couldn’t stop crying or grinning.

Part of the reason I kept tearing up was because it was a historic moment. A nice majority of voters in our state has agreed that gay and lesbian couples should be able to legally marry just weeks before, and so we were officially tying the knot on the very first day that it was allowed in our home state. This was over a year before the U.S. Supreme Court extended that same legal right all across the country. So we’d been fighting for the right to marry for a long time, including a previous attempt by the religious right to repeal the state law granting domestic partnerships all the legal rights the state could. So part of the celebration was for the thousands of other couples around the state who were finally able to access such legal rights as hospital visitation and community property and renting, leasing, or buying property jointly (without having to pay extra taxes if one of you predeceased the other), and so on. Much of which doesn’t sound very romantic until you read heart-wrenching stories of people who are kicked out of their own homes or barred from the deathbed of a dying lifelong partner because of homophobic relatives.

Another part of the reason my eyes kept brimming over with tears was because he had already been together for 15 years at that point, and while we had called each other husband and many of our friends saw us that way, we weren’t husbands before the law.

Another part was that so many of our friends had gone to great lengths to make the ceremony I kept referring to as “the elopement” into something a lot more fabulous than I had expected. From the surprise string duo to the incredible number of flowers, to the custom chocolates, and so much more, it was a magical day.

And then there are the friends themselves. Contrary to what some people say (including a lot of the anti-gay folks who try to pretend they aren’t anti-gay), a marriage is not just a private agreement between two people. Legally a marriage isn’t just a piece of paper, nor is it only a contract between two adults, nor even merely the list of over 1000 federal legal rights that were often talked about in the court cases dealing with marriage equality. Legally it is a binding agreement between those two people and the state. The state (and by extension local and federal governments) promise to provide certain rights to the people being wed, and to hold them to certain responsibilities. That’s where all that assurance of property rights and survivor benefits and hospital visitation rights come from, the fact that the government is agreeing to recognize your mutual decision to name each other next of kin.

Likewise, a wedding isn’t just a formality or a ceremony you do for attention. It’s an affirmation and a covenant—not just between the brides and/or grooms, but between the loved ones who attend and those who can’t but offer their support and love. When we attend a wedding, we’re making a promise to support the resulting union.

So our loved ones who attended the wedding, and those who were unable to, but had sent their love and well wishes, were also on my mind that day. And their love and their belief in our love had my heart so full, it nearly burst.

But of course, the biggest reason I kept crying and could barely make my voice work to say the important “I do” when needed, was because Michael is the sweetest, smartest, kindest man I’ve ever known, and for reasons I still can’t quite fathom, he loves me.

Michael is the handsome devil on the right.
Michael is the handsome devil on the right.
It may only be officially our third anniversary, but I’ve been privileged to love and live with this man for over seventeen years. Every year with him thus far has been better than the one before. Which means I must be the luckiest guy in the world.

Happy Anniversary, Michael!

Making a list and checking it…

A steampunk Santa... (wonderhowto.com)
A steampunk Santa… (wonderhowto.com)
For the longest time I wanted to be the kind of person who got a bunch of my Christmas shopping done in advance. It shouldn’t have been difficult. There are certain people I know I’m going to want to give a present to every year. And I come across things all the time that make me think, “Oh, that would be good for so-and-so!” But for various reasons I wouldn’t.

They weren’t bad reasons. Sometimes I’d look at the potential gift, think about how many months it was until Christmas, and worry that the person would buy it for themselves before Christmas arrived. Or that someone else would give it to them at some other gift-giving opportunity. Or I myself, while looking at the gift, would realize the person’s birthday was only a mont or two away, and I’d buy the gift, but as a birthday present, instead.

Then one year, at a science fiction convention in March, I kept happening on things that would be perfect presents for certain friends, and they were unusual enough that I was relatively confident none of our mutual friends would purchase it. And I picked up presents for about seven of the people on our usual list of a couple dozen people. And once I had a box in the bedroom that already had presents for several people, it was really easy of the course of the next few months to take the plunge and pick up presents as I found them.

And then I got laid off on the last day of June.

I wasn’t unemployed for very long, but my jobs for the rest of the year were contract gigs through agencies. Some of them only lasted a couple of weeks. My take-home pay for each was considerably less (particularly since I was paying our medical insurance all out of pocket) than it had been.

Already having half the usual presents acquired helped in a couple of ways. First, there was simply a smaller number of gifts that I wanted to acquire than usual during that last half of the year. But also, because there were already gifts for a bunch of people, I had an incentive to no just throw up my hands and say, “no one’s getting anything from me this year” or whatever. I didn’t want to hand one friend this really nice thing I’d picked up in March, and then hand their spouse or significant other whom I usually picked up nice things for an obvious token gift, right?

What that did was keep me on the look-out for thoughtful gifts constantly. And that helped my attitude. Maybe it’s just me, but thinking out things I’d like to give to people I care about makes me feel good. I can’t be depressed while imagining how much a friend is going to enjoy this cool thing I found for them.

Yes, there are lots of things we spent less money on that year. But we still had a really fun Christmas.

Then the last week of the year I started work as a regular employee at a new job, at a salary and with benefits that put us back in the kind of shape we’d been in before I got laid off. And because I’d gotten into the habit of keeping my eye out all year for presents, the next year by the time December rolled around, I already had presents for a bit more than half the usual list. We still had to do a bunch of shopping in December, but it was a lot less than in most previous years—less stressful and more fun.

I don’t know what happened this year.

It didn’t even occur to me until midway through November that I had picked up nothing: not one single gift for any of our friends or family. Why? I have no clue. Even when, last summer, announcements were made at work which indicated upper management at work was looking to sell the company (which might mean a big change in my employment situation), it didn’t make me think, “I should start working on Christmas, now, while I’ve got time.”

So, here we are, it’s December already. We’re way behind on our usual decorating. I hadn’t done any shopping or even any real thinking about what to get for people until just this weekend. So we’re in a scramble at the end of the year. And there have been more announcements at work, another company has tendered an offer. In a few months I’m either going to be an employee of the new owner or looking for a new job altogether.

I’m trying not to let any of this get me stressed out. I’m 99% certain that I was feeling down last week and very cranky much of the weekend because I’ve been fighting off a cold, and the remodeling at work filled the office with fumes that irritated my sinuses and eyes, and noise and disruption that just make things a teensy bit of a hassle throughout the day.

The truth is, decorating and wrapping and all of that makes me happy. As my husband noted on Sunday evening, when I was up to my eyeballs in boxes of decorations I’d hauled up from the basement, after putting lights on the bushes in front of the house and so forth, that it was the first time he’d seen me smiling in a few days.

So, let’s get this holiday show on the road!

Friday Links (British dessert edition)

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Thank goodness it’s Friday. Wait… is it really the first Friday in December? The year is nearly over? Oh, wow!

Anyway, Decorating Season is in full swing, and we’re counting down days until Christmas and I spent a gazillion hours working on two novels last month, and no time working on my annual Christmas Ghost Story, so I’m just in another world of panic, here. But, meanwhile here are links to some of the interesting things I read on the web this week.

Link of the Week

C.S. LEWIS’ GREATEST FICTION: CONVINCING AMERICAN KIDS THAT THEY WOULD LIKE TURKISH DELIGHT.

This Week in Food

British desserts, explained for Americans confused by the Great British Baking Show.

This Week in Diversity

The False Promise of Meritocracy.

Clementine Ford: Why I reported hotel supervisor Michael Nolan’s abusive comment to his employer.

This week in Topics Most People Can’t Be Rational About

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Most Americans want gun owners, but not Muslims, to submit to a government registry.

KING: How would the U.S. react if the Planned Parenthood shooter was not a white male?

Sorry, Fox News, Pretty Sure Domestic Terrorism Was Already Political.

This week in Difficult to Classify

Indianapolis woman’s car exploded twice in three months in suspected bombing attacks .

Retailers That Forced Employees To Work Thanksgiving Experienced Disappointing Sales.

Man held at Guantánamo for 13 years a case of mistaken identity, say officials.

This week in Heart-wrenching

Japan to kill 333 whales “for science” despite UN court ruling.

News for queers and our allies:

U.S. Marine found guilty of killing transgender woman in Philippines.

Mom of Transgender Child Says She Was ‘Obsessed with Death’ Before Her Transition.

What It’s Like To Be a Gay Little Person.

These two gay divers have dated and supported each other since the U.S. Championships.

The Dishonest Dodge From Dominionists.

Imperial Court marks 50 years of outreach, activism.

These Federally Funded Religious Schools Received Title IX Waivers to Discriminate Against LGBT Students.

Science!

Cosmic Cryptology.

60 Years Ago Today: The Day a Meteorite Hit Ann Hodges.

Science Guy Bill Nye’s radically simple blueprint for ending climate change.

The last stand of the climate change deniers.

Two-Thirds Of Americans Want Binding Deal At Climate Change Conference In Paris.

Scientist have discovered new clues about the earliest known Americans.

MARS TO TRADE ITS MOON PHOBOS FOR A RING.

Apollo 16 Booster Crash Site Reportedly Located on Moon.

The little-known world of endangered plant poaching.

Science Fiction, Fantasy and Speculation!

AN OPEN LETTER TO J.J. ABRAMS.

characters for an epic tale UPDATED now with bunnies!.

No, J J Abrams – Star Wars was never “a boy’s thing.”

Marvel’s First Lesbian Tells All: Carrie-Anne Moss on Leaving ‘The Matrix’ with ‘Jessica Jones’.

Some Thoughts on Jessica Jones.

Gollancz Signs Stephen Baxter to Write Sequel to H.G. Wells’ THE WAR OF THE WORLDS. As one person commented: when you’re a straight white man of a particular class and you write fanfic, it’s called “art.”

Another Word: On Reading, Writing, and the Classics.

Peter Jackson to Turkish court: Smeagol and Gollum are not the same.

This week in Geek

Here’s How Much Data The Internet Generates In Just One Minute.

This week in Writing

Say what you mean….

Five Ray Bradbury Stories That Tell Us Everything We Need to Know About Writing.

The Real Reason We Need to Stop Trying to Protect Everyone’s Feelings.

Culture war news:

Antigay Activists Are Running Out Of Homophobic Places To Holiday Shop.

The right’s destructive anti-choice propaganda war: Why it’s time to fight back & how we can do it.

New York Times Decides Not To Use the Word ‘Gentle’ To Describe the Planned Parenthood Shooter, After All.

“Gentle loner” or “rabble-rouser”? Just don’t call them terrorists.

The Terrorists Among Us: Forget Syria. The most dangerous religious extremists are migrants from North and South Carolina.

Rachel Maddow delivers a somber history of abortion clinic terror attacks in the U.S..

Why providing health care to women is dangerous.

Wisconsin School Cancels Book Reading About Transgender Teen After Lawsuit Threat.

Man arrested near hospital after he threatened to shoot surviving Planned Parenthood attack victim.

The other mass shooting that happened Wednesday in the United States.

This Week in the Clown Car

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Senator Reid Blasts Trumpification Of GOP: Republicans Have Turned To The Politics Of Hatred.

Jeb’s new Iraq war: Continuing the family tradition of bloody Middle East quagmires.

Donald Trump May Not Be a Fascist, But He is Leading Us Merrily Down That Path.

New Indictment Renews Charges Against Ex-Ron Paul Aides.

Trump boasted about endorsement from 100 Black pastors for days. In the end, he got only one.

Republican Candidates, Emboldened by Trump, Are Telling Bigger Fibs than Ever.

Rubio’s slippery obfuscation: It’s becoming impossible to know what he really believes: On several different issues, Marco Rubio believes all things, and nothing, at the same time.

This week in Other Politics:

The Republican Donor Class Is Abandoning Its Opposition to Gay Rights. Will the Base?

Things I wrote:

Weekend Update 11/29/2015: You’re kidding me, right?

To absent friends….

Editing is not about understanding the semi-colon and similar arcana.

Grandma’s houses… and other things.

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Grandma’s houses… and other things

Christmas at my Grandma's, age 4. There are a surprising number of pictures of me with that Tonka steam shovel in later years.
Christmas at my Grandma’s, age 4. There are a surprising number of pictures of me with that Tonka steam shovel in later years. (Click to embiggen)
“Over the river and through the woods, to Grandmother’s house we go…” as the song says. My paternal Grandmother lived for most of my life in a five-bedroom house that Grandpa built when I was 2 years old. And for as long as my parents were still married to each other, nearly every Christmas and Thanksgiving (a lot of the Easters) was spent at that house. When I was very young, my maternal Grandmother lived in the same small Colorado town as my paternal Grandparents, so I got to see her (and my Great-grandparents) at least briefly for each of those holidays as well.

Grandma lived in three different houses during that time… Continue reading Grandma’s houses… and other things

Editing is not about understanding the semi-colon and similar arcana

Write drunk; edit sober. - Ernest Hemingway
Write drunk; edit sober. – Ernest Hemingway (Click to embiggen)
Now that National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) has come to an end for another year, a lot of people are looking at large piles of words which they have assembled and are contemplating the task of editing. At least I sincerely hope they are1! Editing can be a daunting task. And let’s be honest, it is hard work.

But, getting the rough draft together is no mean feat. And it’s whole lot easier to revise something once you’ve got a rough draft than it is to create the first draft to begin with6.

Now, some people operate under the mistaken notion that by editing we mean going through the story line by line to correct spelling and get the punctuation right. No, that’s copy editing. And you do that at the very end. Which isn’t to say that you oughtn’t fix any spelling errors, typos, and so forth that you notice during the first editing pass, but that isn’t what editing is. It’s not even the most important part of editing.

Storytelling isn’t about creating perfectly structured sentences with perfectly spelled words and having every comma at just the right spot. One reason why that isn’t nearly as important as many people think is because there are a lot fewer rules of grammar than most people believe. There are wrong ways to use a comma, yes, but there are an infinite number of completely different but still right ways to use (or omit) one as well. A lot of the “rules” that people have learned aren’t rules at all. They aren’t even, often, good guidelines. They are preferences in some case—and outright myths in others.

Writing isn’t a simple algorithmic function. A story needs to live and breathe. A story has a mood, sometimes that mood changes as the tale moves along. Some parts of a story move more quickly than others. You may have a rapid fight scene with a lot of angry posturing and taunting between the opponents, followed by a more leisurely description of the aftermath, when the conquering heroine comforts the person she rescued. And you control pacing by varying things like length of sentence, length of paragraphs, choices of punctuation, and so on.

No style guide, no matter how good, can tell you how to structure a sentence to be brassy and defiant. You have to let the context be your guide.

But before you get to copy editing, you need to revise, restructure, and clean up your story. In my day job as a technical writer we have several terms for different types of editing. And the one you need to concern yourself with first is what we call a developmental edit. This is where you look at things such as the structure of the story, the plotting, the pacing, the characterization, the tone, and the overall reading experience. This is something that is very hard to do to your own work if you haven’t been writing for a long time, but it’s something you can learn, and just like writing, you learn it primarily by doing. But you also have to study.

Pick up some good books about structure and narrative7, and read at least one all the way through before you pick up your manuscript at start the edit pass. I admit, at least half of the reason I give this particular piece of advice is to give you some time away from your story. You need some emotional distance in order to look at your work objectively8.

Then you need to look at the story first as a whole. What is your central conflict that drives your main character’s actions? Does this conflict run like a thread from the beginning to the end of the story, or does it get tangled and cut off midway through, and another conflict entirely take over?

What about the emotional arc of each of your characters? This is another way of looking at the theme of the story. Why should the reader care about the things that happen to your leads and supporting characters? What is at stake and how do they feel about it? In what way do they change? Or what prevents them from changing?

Does the order of events make sense? Are you missing connecting scenes? Do you need to have a few characters spell out their motives a bit more?

Is the pacing of the story overall consistent with the plot? Does the pacing of individual scenes match the mood, purpose, and context of that scene?

Do your sub-plots compliment the main plot, or are they distractions? Does each sub-plot line up with the emotional arc of at least one character?

There’s a lot to work on. And at some point you’re going to have to let someone you trust (and by trust, I mean, they will give you their honest opinion) read what you’ve got to see how they react to it. So long as you remember Neil Gaiman’s advice: “Remember: when people tell you something’s wrong or doesn’t work for them, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what they think is wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong.”

Before you do that, you should try the trick of reading it aloud in an empty room. You will be amazed when you read a scene aloud to yourself at all of the things that are wrong with it which you never noticed while reading it silently.

Editing is work, but it has rewards. There will be moments during the editing process when you’re just sloughing through, and start wondering if it’s worth it. And there will be other moments that inspiration will strike and you’ll find yourself writing new bits or revising existing bits that feel as exciting as the best moments of the first draft.

Just remember: the goal is to tell the story the best that you can. Never forget that.

“Write drunk; edit sober.”
—Ernest Hemingway


Footnotes:

1. A writer I follow on Twitter re-tweeted another writer who said, “An agent recently told me that every December 1 she receives hundreds of unsolicited, awful, unedited manuscripts. Don’t be that person.” So, obviously, there are people who don’t realize that a rough draft needs edit and re-write passes2.

2. This shouldn’t surprise me. As the editor of a non-profit amateur publishing project for more than 20 years I frequently received unsolicited manuscripts from people who were absolutely aghast when we asked for re-writes. “Can’t you do that?”3.

3. And I’ve written before about people who have never written a thing in their lives and are convinced that their life experiences would make a great book—and then find out that I’m a writer. They are always shocked that I’m not willing let them tell me their anecdotes so that I will write it up for them for a promise of a small percentage of the proceeds?4

4. Though my favorite was still the woman who, after listening to my explanation of the project at our table in a Dealer’s Den of a sci fi convention, asked if we she could dictate her stories to us and we just write it down. I referred her to services that will do that and she was appalled that someone would actually charge to type her stories for her. “I’m doing the hard part! I thought it up!”5

5. See, it isn’t just artists who have to contend with this!

6. Even though there are times while working on the rough draft that you probably despaired of ever finishing, there were also times when the words just seemed to fly from your fingers. You didn’t always know what was coming next, but right that moment, inspiration was driving you, and it was fun.

7. Building Fiction: How to Develop Plot and Structure by Jesse Lee Kercheval is an excellent place to start. The Art of Fiction: Notes on Craft for Young Writers by John Garder is excellent. The 38 Most Common Fiction Writing Mistakes by Jack Bickham is very good. Steering the Craft: Exercises and Discussions on Story Writing for the Lone Navigator or the Mutinous Crew by Ursula K. LeGuin is very good. There are a lot of other excellent choices. Lots of people swear by Stephen King’s On Writing, and it’s an excellent book, but I found it more useful in terms of thinking about the writing process than looking at the structure of a finished story.

8. Or as objectively as anyone can look at anything.

To absent friends…

World-AIDS-Day-2012_1Today is World AIDS Day. Each year, I spend part of the day remembering people I have known who left this world too soon because of that disease.

So: Frank, Mike, Tim, David, Todd, Chet, Jim, Steve, Brian, Rick, Stacy, Phil, Mark, Michael, Jerry, Walt, Charles, Thomas, Mike, Richard, Bob, Mikey, James, Lisa, Todd, Kerry, Glen, and Jack. Some of you I didn’t know for very long. One of you was a relative. One of you was one of my best friends in high school.

I miss you all. It was a privilege to know you.

Rex Huppke has a post on why fighting AIDS is still important: On World AIDS Day, pass this on. ‘Only a third of gay and bisexual men “realize that new infections are on the rise among gay men” and 22 percent think rates are decreasing. The survey also found: “Most gay and bisexual men are not aware of current treatment recommendations for those who are HIV-positive, or of the latest developments in reducing new infections.”‘

And in case you’re operating under notion the AIDS only something that happens to gay men who bring it on themselves: in 2014, around 1,000 adolescents (children aged 15-19) were newly infected with HIV every week in the Asia-Pacific region alone. And globally, the number of children aged 15-19 infected with the virus that causes AIDS is 26 every hour.