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I am a Serial Kindler

September 19, 2017

I come from a long line of bibliophiles. My parents were, my sisters are, my children and wife are all bibliophiles. We love books. The feel of them, the smell of them, and most definitely the words on them. Story lives between the covers.

My Dad and I, though (oh, how I miss him)… gadget guys, or as I prefer, technophiles, all the way.

When e-readers first came out, I bought a Nook (I’m sure it’s still around here somewhere). But B&N didn’t have the selection, so when Kindle came out, I bought one. Loved it. Then I bought my wife and kids one each.

Ooo, but then PaperWhite came out. My wife and I had to have those! The light-up screen was my go-to reader for a long time. (OK, I lied about my wife. I wanted it and figured she should have it, too. She would have been happy with her old Kindle).

I know, I know, Kindles don’t have the heft of books, the pages, the wonderful smell. But it’s lightweight, and it isn’t a single book, it’s a library of books.

I’ll be honest, and may have to turn in my technophile card, because I don’t like tablet computers. Oh, I have one, but it doesn’t replace a computer, and it’s too big, even with the Kindle app so it can be used as a big, bulky Kindle.

But Amazon even fixed that. When the Fire came out, my technomouth watered. Seven inches, lightweight, and a full-blown tablet of good size and best of all, dirt-cheap (like my dear old Dad, I’m also thrifty (my wife is laughing as she reads this)). There were slightly more appealing sizes, but the small one was $45 and the big ones were several hundred dollars. The small one was just fine. I liked it so much I got everyone in the family one.

As a member of BookBub, I get daily emails of discounted and free books on Amazon. Originally, the free ones were flat-out bad, but they’re pretty good now. I’ve got dozens of books I haven’t read yet, but they’re waiting!

Then Amazon got sneaky. I was happy with my Fire, but then they came out with an 8-inch, higher definition Fire. I missed the Prime deal that bundled four Fires for $120, and the regular price of $75 was just enough to hold me off from buying.

Then they halved the price for Amazon Prime users. That’s me (love my Prime account). I caved and bought it. Love, love, love it! Even the speaker is pretty good. I admit I mostly read on it, but with Alexa (you push a button to activate her, so no constant recording), sometimes I’ll use it for music. And ma-jong, solitaire, a few other games, and Stargazer (my favorite app other than books). Have I said I love it? I do!

Did I mention that magazines on the Fire 8 are much better than on 7?

What I find embarrassing, though, is when I look at devices on Amazon and I have a list of Kindles for the family that clearly displays my avarice. I have more kindles that most people have books.

I know what you’re thinking, but no, I don’t feel guilty for cheating on my first love of books. I really don’t. Really.

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Irma be Going Now

September 13, 2017

I’ve been taken to task for posting about a TV show rather than the hurricane we just experienced. So, okay, fine.

This post may be offensive or maddening to people actually harmed by the storm. My apologies up front.

I enjoy hurricanes.

There, I said it.

I’ve got competing beliefs in this matter. For one, I love watching people go out of their minds. “A storm’s coming! Buy water! And more water! And more water!”  At Publix they had sold out of water while I stopped in for some mainstays. A woman was horrified that she couldn’t buy water.

“Your faucets still work. We’ve got a week. Fill up jugs and pitchers and coolers at the tap.”

She actually said, “I can’t do that; it’ll go bad!”

Second, I believe the media blows everything out of proportion. Normally I divide the media hysteria by two. OK, Irma even at half hype-strength was big, but…

Three, I don’t believe in getting scared of things I can’t do anything about. Don’t mistake this for bravery, it’s just emotional laziness.

As plywood and water was scarfed up, I dithered. Because four, I believe if I board up my house, a tree will fall on it. Better to throw myself completely on the mercy of God and the insurance company.

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Don’t get me wrong. We had plenty of water, and sort of enough food (I didn’t take into account the evacuees we took in, but God was good and we had plenty to feed everyone. Note: God would be good if we didn’t, too, but that’s another story).

OK, I admit to a little trepidation when we walked around the neighborhood and almost everyone had their windows boarded up. I took comfort in the fact that we’d be able to see when the storm was done…

We monitored the wagging tail of the path projections. We moved stuff outside to undercover (there’s a story there, too, but that’s Lynette’s to tell and she doesn’t have a blog, so you’ll have to ask her why she’s limping).

And then it hit. And the power went out.

So I went to bed.

Typically, I sleep like a deep-sounding whale, that night it was more like a dolphin blipping in and out of the water. I heard the branches hit the roof and odd sounds outside before rushing back to the depths. If there was a serious problem, someone would tell me.

When the sun came up, I went outside to check what had happened. The winds were still brisk, but people were already cleaning up.

This is the other reason I like hurricanes. The neighborliness is overwhelming. We had a couple of giant branches in the front yard, smaller branches two feet deep everywhere else. Yet no damage to the cars or the house.

Our evacuees and my daughters pitched into the effort to clear the branches to the front of the property. While I cleaned up our side yard, our very-bestest-neighbor-ever, Al Kubik was already chainsawing the giant branches. We helped our neighbors, they helped us.  Five giant piles out front will probably be miraculously gone by the weekend.

We did a walk around the block. Trees were down, branches were down. One neighbor had a giant branch the size of tree drop in his backyard, and another that was caught by other branches so while it was mushroomed on his roof, there was no roof damage. Other trees had fallen within inches of a house. Of the 70 houses in our development, one was badly damaged (a tree through the middle of the house), and another had the corner of the roof nibbled off.

We were all marinating in our own sweat and it was cooler outside than in. That’s a miserable feeling, but so much better than picking wood out of our things.

Then, just as we were about to grill chicken on Al’s grill (I did feel bad about that. I didn’t expect to lose power for long. We never had before), as I was lifting the poultry from the counter, the lights came back on and we heard cheering from around the neighborhood.

The next day, I drove around a bit and saw time after time of trees down miraculously beside houses; very few damaging anything other than fences.

Orlando is good about coming together to help after crisis. We have great utility crews, businesses and just plain folks taking care of their fellow man.  Irma ain’t got nothin’ on that.

It’s good to be alive. And have AC.

The Orville – Bad but Understandable

September 13, 2017

As a fan of Star Trek and comedy, I was looking forward to The Orville. I knew it would be sophomoric due to Seth MacFarlane’s involvement, but a quality ST satire is apparently only achievable by Galaxy Quest.  The Orville lived down to everything MacFarlane represents.

Obsession with innuendo is one thing, characters devoted to it is another. The helmsman is a talented slacker, but too old to be anything other than a loser.  The black guy (sorry, no one sticks out enough to recall their names) is a stereotype. The doctor is played by a talented actress who left her talent at home. The Data Robot will eventually have more screen time. The concept for the character is interesting in a lovable Data of STNG meets The Doctor from STV sort of way. The alien 2nd officer is uninteresting. I like the security officer.

MacFarlane is on record calling this a “new” genre of both comedy and drama (though dramedy is already a thing), stressing there will be serious parts. Um, no, Seth, the hallmark of a comedy is that no one is actually hurt. In drama, they are. In The Orville, even the stuff that could have been “drama” wasn’t because there was no real pain or threat of pain.

The concept is vastly superior to the execution.

Perhaps there was an attempt at making fun of tropes, but it fell flat. Krill can’t hit anyone they aim at, but crewmembers always shoot true. Ha ha. ST has primary color uniforms, TO has primary AND secondary color uniforms.

And yet…

I get it. Yes this is fan fiction of the worst kind, but… what fan wouldn’t take the opportunity? I’ll be the first to admit that if I had a platform where I could get anything produced, I’d put my own spin on Star Trek. I even have a script treatment or two (seriously, one is a rework of Enterprise launched by a dysfunctional attempt at a one-world government, and the other is a Jr. Officer perspective for a ship devoted to 2nd contact, who vets new species before inclusion in the Federation, set between Kirk and Picard time periods. See? Ubergeek here, too.)

It’s really weird in that the production staff is highly skilled, but they seem stuck in fan-boy mode. Jon Favreau has his goofy fanboy side, but is capable of top notch work. He seems to phone it in here.

And a quick aside on Adrianne Palicki, the executive officer: I like the actress, but someone in TVland is desperately trying to make this lady a star. What do Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Most Wanted (Mockingbird), and several other roles have in common? Attempted shows that start Palicki. Now this. Weird.

Star Trek had the excuse of low budget and needing to invent video technology, so they get away with a lot. They built a world full of complex choices; in The Orville, neither condition applies. They have money and high-tech, but this comes off as little more than a cartoon.

Their probably very true excuse is that because it is so heavily influenced by Star Trek that to properly execute the concept would make it directly derivative (and subject to copywrite infringement) rather than protected satire, but it fails on the satire level, too. It is neither sharp, witty or a biting reflection of the original.

If instead of aping the characters and starship set up of Star Trek, what if it was based on something other than a Navy structure? Redesign the bridge and stations, refocus the world-building, change the look and feel and make it *gasp* real.

That is not to say The Orville is a complete loss. This was just one episode. Perhaps they’ll find their footing and continually improve. It’s only 45 minutes on Hulu, so let’s see if it gets better.

 

 

 

 

 

Talk about Missing the Point

September 7, 2017

I don’t follow the NFL, and don’t know much about it except what’s crammed down my throat on social media, but still…. I have heard (on social media so it may not be true) that in response to the players refusing to stand during the national anthem, some sports teams have elected to remove the anthem from before their games.

Were it a confederate flag, sure, I’d applaud that choice, but the problem is NOT with the anthem, but it’s symbolization of an America that discriminates.

I’ve said before that I’m fine with someone protesting. The 1st Amendment protects that right, whether I agree with the expression or not. I also support the right of people to say that people who aren’t proud of their country should leave it. Again, not something I agree with, but knock yourself out and proclaim it from the rooftop.Image result for peace sign

Cancelling the anthem skirts the issue. For the guys to stand, apparently, racism must be proactively and retroactively cancelled. Hmmm, is it an exercise of white privilege to cancel the anthem? Who knows.

I think Kopernec and Bennett (not going to bother looking up the proper spelling of the names) aim to bring awareness to the issue. Brilliantly, I’d say except no statement of what it will take to make them stand. Is progress enough?

Again, I’ve said I find the pledge of allegiance and national anthem to be a little weird. NO ONE loves this country more than I do, but I don’t feel the need to profess that devotion in public all the time.

I suspect K and B and the others also have great affection for the country. Perhaps their protest could have been better thought through. I’m hoping their protest doesn’t enflame racism, it certainly wouldn’t in people who are not racist (nor do I think people who disagree with them are necessarily racists, nor are people who don’t believe in white privilege necessarily racist), but in my opinion, they should be allowed to continue to protest.

Most protests are of short duration. Sustained protests lose their bite, as would these after some time, especially if more join the thrall. They just aren’t protesting the anthem.

Protesting to raise awareness is good. Doing something about it is also good. Just whining is not, but from what I’ve heard, these guys actually are doing good things. So have at it guys.

(Let me address the white privilege remark above; I think it’s poorly named because a) for it to be accurate, all whites must benefit, and b) for it to be a privilege, removing it would be a good solution, but neither is true. “Professional Culture Preference” might work better, since that tends to be true).

What other examples of prolonged protest are there?  The sixties had their counter culture to protest the Man (interesting term and more apt than White Privilege because it speaks of power, but it’s a bit sexist).  That died out though. Burning bras was not prolonged, and sounds painful, but it has a certain legacy to it.

POWER TO THE PEOPLE (and nose up to politicians!)

O, the Trendy Controversy!

August 21, 2017

Twenty years ago, we moved to Georgia, and like all transplants, set out to view the sites. Our apartment was beside a Civil War battle ground that changed my view of the war completely (they called it woods, but where I’m from woods are dense areas with plenty of cover; these trees were an inch thick and widely separated; no cover, no hiding except slight depressions where snipers could lay in wait. Chilling.).

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One of the sites we visited was Stone Mountain. I’d never heard of it before, but there it was, with Confederate officers carved into the side. I was shocked that enemies of the US would be enshrined in a mountain.

So when the current controversy about the statues of Lee and conspirators started, I totally get it. And I also don’t.

Why now, suddenly? Why outrage? They’ve been there for decades.

Outrage has become trendy, and I despise trends. Some people can’t watch a bandwagon go by without jumping aboard. One of the things I abhor is the kneejerk reaction. How many of the outraged have actually studied the issue? How many have anything more than a 2D understanding of the Civil War?

A few years ago, it was the Confederate Flag (note: I’m all for this one. Enemy flags and all), now it’s the statutes and memorials (and again, I’m sympathetic), but what will be next?

My issue is that the CSA were enemies of the state. It seems the outrage issue is that it “offends people.” So what? There is no Constitutional right to not be offended.

Let’s look at the Civil War for a moment. We are used to federalism today, but before the war, the states were powerful and the federal government was not.  The North was desperate for the South’s crops; they needed cotton, flax, and the bounty of the South (you can say the North wanted to end slavery, but they had no problem benefiting from it). The Fed was interested in the US standing in the world, safety of all the states, etc.

There seems to be a belief that the North was trying to make the South free the slaves. They weren’t, not in any organized fashion. Sure, they were against it, but it still served them.  Politicians made noise, as politicians do, with little intention of actually freeing the slaves.

I in no way condone the actions of the South, but the truth is, without their move to secede (remember, they didn’t fire the first shot, so they weren’t traitors, they were secessionists. They did not try to overthrow the government, they tried to pull away from it, something they’d had a strong example of (they weren’t naïve; they knew it would start a war, but they didn’t fire the first shot), but their actions brought an end to slavery probably twenty or thirty years before it would have otherwise ended. It also ushered in Federalism, with a strong Fed and relatively weak states.

Further, many of the people fighting for the Confederacy were poor dudes paid to fight for rich dudes.

As for statues and memorials, I won’t shed a tear if they’re taken down—it’s not like we teach history very well now anyway—but I am concerned about what it will lead to next.

The doctrine of the offended is dangerous.  We have a bad habit of looking at the past through today’s “enlightenment.” Things we know without doubt, that man and Bible make clear, are immoral weren’t so clear in the past. Our success (and excess) makes our empathy with the past imperfect.

Pull them down if you must; but do it with forethought and due diligence to ensure you know why you want it done. If it’s solely because they were racist, then almost everything from the past will be pulled down, including the Smithsonian.

Science Deniers Unbunch!

August 16, 2017

“Science Denier.” That term always bunches my shorts.

I discussed global warming this morning with a co-worker, where I said there’s nothing we can do about it and I’m not convinced the data are properly represented. She gasped and called me a science denier.

Between plasma theory, evolution, and climate change, I am labeled science denier often.

Always by people who don’t know any of the data, any of the research or any of the actual theory.

Let me point out a couple things:

  1. I don’t deny science at all, just the conclusion of some scientists, because…
  2. Science is bought and sold today. Agendas to secure funding, continue a career or just to keep from having to say, “I was wrong,” fuels skewed conclusions.
  3. “Science” is a wide subject. Very wide. No scientist has tested everything. Many of those 97% of scientist agree… are blanket surveys to any kind of scientists who agree because they think others agree.
  4. Few proponents of any given subject actually “know” anything. They simply are believing the scientists, or what they think the scientists are saying. Remember back when spinach was supposed to be the ultimate source of iron?  The scientist who did the assay transposed the decimal. Spinach is good for you, but no more so than any other green vegetable. The scientist corrected his error a couple days later. People still believed spinach was the original superfood for decades.
  5. Science is piecemeal. On most subjects, there are several scientists working part of the problem, and often a non-scientist either draws the conclusion or presents a conglomerate conclusion. Ever play Telephone? Then throw reporters into the mix? Even science reporters are woefully uneducated on much of what they report.
  6. The only person who knows is the guy who conducted the test for the hypothesis. And he/she doesn’t really know, they are just making a conclusion that may be lacking data. Or the wrong question was asked to spur the hypothesis. Or a dozen other things.

“Science Approvers” need to understand they don’t know anything, they believe something derived from a suspect train of information that can be distorted at any juncture, including the beginning.

Only then will my shorts straighten out.

Saturdays are for Accomplishment

July 15, 2017

It’s true. I feel a major sense of accomplishment after I mow the jungle. Our goal is to one day give up the exotic flora  to have a lawn to mow; my goal is to one day have enough lawn to need a riding lawnmower (it’s a guy thing).

Saturday is mowing day. I’m sure I must have mowed the lawn in Seattle, but evidently mowing in the rain isn’t as memorable as mowing in the equivalent amount of humidity. In Seattle, sweat wicks off before it stains. In Florida, I look like I fell into the pool when I’m done. What can I saw? Mowing is good for the pores.

It’s also a day of discovery. Green stuff grows fast and long here, so it’s a surprise when I find Thunder’s favorite dumping grounds in the back yard (Grizzly’s favorite place is the patio). In the front yard, if I’m lucky it’s only our neighbor’s chi Sassy’s, but as often as not it’s the other neighbor’s German Shepherd, who likes to build mountains. Yuck.

Then there’s the fauna. We mostly have an agreement. The spiders now spin their webs above six feet so I don’t walk through them, and the squirrels have stopped throwing acorns, but every now and then I find something new. Today’s insect was Biblically instructive. I think it was a locust. Maybe you’ve had the image of John eating honeyed grasshoppers like popcorn, but just a couple of these monsters would be enough for a meal. I left that as a though experiment.

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I’d also say mowing is a good time for musical appreciation, but I listen to disco and old time rock and roll on my iPod. It’s impossible not to sing along when Donna Summers sings, “Hot, hot, hot!” I can only hope AC/DC and Bob Seeger come on when I’m in the backyard. It’s hard not to make non-mowing approved movements when those guitar riffs blast in my ears.

A good day is completing the yard, front and back, on one tank of gas and with no coronaries. Today was a good day. I typically have a long list of things to do, like sweep the patio (yuck) and clean the pool, chop down trees that weren’t there last week, and power wash the back wall so we can repaint, and then to repaint. In the summer, if I complete mowing, I’m happy.

Down here, winter is described as the weeks where you don’t break a sweat mowing. The rest of the months are, “What is that smell? Did Dad mow the jungle again?”

The cool-down period is almost as long as the mowing. In the South, you can’t shower when you’re wet. I know that sounds odd, but if you do, you’ll Never.Ever. Get. Dry. So you have to sit around until the sweat cools and the kids start throwing things at you while holding their nose.

I wonder if you sweat when you’re using a riding lawnmower?