Placing the Day

[Continuing my New Year’s Day tradition (2002, 2003, 2004, 2005)…]

Where did the past turn to reach today?
The rain taps an erratic drumbeat on the balcony
Blocking tendrils of answers held deep inside
Losing track on once-bright deadened paths

Sound bites on your ear
Epidemiology
Rash silver black rust

Singer asks the bus driver “Where does this bus stop?”
Bus driver says “Man, we ain’t going there.
No routes today, no maps, no passes, no blues.
You got to get off on getting on, you dig?”
“I got your message, amigo, bright and blue.”

Use the leap second
Fatten your ravening beast
Getting things done right

Where will you twist on the green plastic?
Out in the sharp vastness of the Icy Cold
The precision cannot be passed along though
The father uses the edge of his strength,
Substituting the illusion of the real
For a frail reality waiting on the horizon.

Book: The Oracle Trilogy

So yesterday’s rant had more than one trigger. Though these books by Mike Resnick are a three-pack, they’re also part of his larger Birthright future history which includes Santiago, the most celebrated of his works, which I read enjoyed not long before picking up the review in blog habit.

These three books focus on a very odd young woman named Penelope Bailey. Some odd mutation made Penelope precognitive, gives her the ability to see possible futures, thousands or millions of them at any given moment. From an early age she realizes that if she makes movements she sees in one or more possibility then that future (or group of them) is the one that will occur. By the age of six agents of the Democracy, the largest government in human space’s thousands of planets and a billion ships in its space navy, has taken her into its care.

In Soothsayer, the first volume, a coupleof years have passed until she’s able to conive an escape. As the book opens she hooks up with a protector. The Mouse, a magician/con artist’s assistant and acrobatic cat burglar, rescues the little girl from an alien holding her hostage. Carlos Mendoza, the Iceman, retired Democracy operative, assassin for hire known and feared across the worlds of the Inner Frontier, and bartender/lord protector of a planet called Lost Chance, is Mouse’s former boss and the love who got away and she turns to him for help.

Everyone has or wants a flashy nickname in this future. Mendoza is tired of his; at 50 he wants nothing more than to be left alone pouring drinks and sweeping out drunk miners from his bar and casino. Having left Mouse behind on their last government mission together years before, he cannot now refuse her but seems to be the only human capable of recognizing the threat Bailey poses. The government believe they can guide and control her, Mouse wants to be the mother every eight year old girl needs and an assortment of rogues and pirates can’t see past greed.

14 years pass until Oracle begins, and for ost of that time Bailey has been held captive by an alien race on the planet Hades. She’s finally seen futures in which she can escape. Coincidentally, Mendoza’s been commissioned by his old government handler (the arrogant 32) to find and either kill or bring her back. Mendoza subcontracts the work to a big game hunter turned assassin but after realizing–since he’s the only one, still, who recognizes the danger Bailey is–that this is not a good idea and he heads out to intercept his hired hand.

Prophet is set only six years later. Hired guns come to Lost Chance almost weekly to take out the Iceman but he can’t be taken on his own turf and they wind up six feet under instead. Finally one corpse yields a clue and Mendoza’s new assistant, the Gravedancer, chases off planet to find the paymaster. Which turns out to be a new holy man named Moses Mohammed Christ, the Anointed One, who leads a (nameless) fanatical religion with hundreds of millions of followers on thousands of worlds.

Why has the Anointed One targeted Carlos Mendoza? Because he’s the only human being to come in contact with Bailey twice and live, and the leader sees Bailey as a more dangerous foe than the Democracy itself. He’s right, of course, but blinded by his own lightening success; in the end, the Anointed One’s fleet of several thousand interstellar warships is defeated by the Prophet’s strange ability without her having a single soldier or gun. A step here, a raised arm over there and ships’ engines explode taking a few dozen nearby unfortunates with them.

Mendoza understands this must be the outcome, of course, since he’s still the only human who doesn’t underestimate Penelope. He uses the attack to sneak onto the planet so the two can have one last conversation.

So do these books suffer from the trilogy disease? I’d have to say yes. Resnick reuses the Birthright ‘verse, pads the books (heck, he uses the same two page prologue in all three), reuses the story structure and, worst of all, each of the volumes is only around 250 pages. But I got my money’s worth since the Bigu Guy lent me Prophet and I got the other two from the used bookstore for $2.50 each.

And the stories are enjoyable, Resnick is a good writer and the basic invention, the precognitive girl, is not similar to one I’d seen before. Still, I wish he’d have made this one good book with the three stories as novellas at a total of around 400 pages. Santiago was much better.

not recommended

Tighty whiteys

Up in suburban Oregon, the locals are up in arms! Shouting mad because some people planned to throw a sex party just outside their fair town last night. The organizer arranged for the use of a bar outside Sheridan city limits (in unincorporated county area), meaning he’s not shoving some spectacle in their faces, but that’s not good enough for some folks in our so-called Land of the Free. One can only imagine what they’d say about Britt Blaser’s announcement but nothing good I’m sure. Frank Rich analyzes the sentiment from a more blatantly political angle.

Oh yeah, Happy Birthday Dave, thanks for the Blaser link, good on ya for another 30, 50 or more.

Yesterday’s movies: Bad (mostly)

Not Andy Warhol’s Bad. Just three movies that are uninteresting, incomprehensible and simply unwatchable. I couldn’t sit through more than the first 20 minutes or so of the first two, nor more than 10 of the third, and I’ll often watch movies to the end even so if there’s nothing better on. But not with Pieces of April, Barbershop or Starship Troopers 2: Heroes of the Federation; all three are not recommended.

Better was Errol Morris’ acclaimed documentary The Fog of War. This film shows a great deal of creativity without letting the creative distract from its core, a lengthy interview with Robert McNamara structured as a series of lessons learned (and this is the film’s subtitle: Eleven Lessons from the Life of Robert S. McNamara). For you young’uns out there, this Bay Area native made three significant contributions to modern American society:

  1. Using methods developed for the military during WWII, during a 15 year stint at Ford Motor Company he brought statistical analysis into the corporate world; while much of his work was used to improve marketing he also brought out a number of safety enhancements such as seatbelts and steering wheels that wouldn’t impale a driver after a crash.
  2. Drawing criticism from all sides, he left Ford five weeks after being named president to serve as Secretary of Defense under JFK and LBJ; he was one of the key architects of our initial involvement and huge expansion in Vietnam–this period was of course the meat of the discussion,
  3. Leaving the Cabinet late in LBJ’s term, he was president of the World Bank for 13 years; there was very little mention of his work at the bank but under his leadership some very substantial development programs were funded, though a number later drew strong criticism as wasteful and riddled with corruption on the receiving end.

Movies are a visual medium, to say the least, and so Morris couldn’t simply point the camera at McNamara and ask his questions. Instead, he weaves period footage with bits filmed for this documentary with shots of the 85 year old man talking. The bits Morris filmed, though, weren’t recreations of big historical moments but instead simpler scenes or illustrations; examples are skulls being dropped down the center of a stairwell, an experiment McNamara had done at Cornell University to understand the impact on a person’s head of a crash and how different packaging could protect us better; close up shots of various reports, prose and numerical, as McNamara explains how or when that information was used; and, shots of an old reel-to-reel tape recorder as conversations between McNamara and one of the presidents he served discussed played. But our subject was also on screen quite a bit, generally in extreme close up.

There were some topics he wouldn’t discuss, and secrets he wouldn’t divulge. One comes to realize that, many years after the fact, McNamara understood that Vietnam might have been avoided if leaders on both sides had been willing to talk to each other. The US was caught up in the Cold War, still very raw after the Cuban Missile Crisis, and the decisionmakers saw this little faraway country as a chess piece of suddenly significant consequence in blocking the Soviet Union and China. The Vietnamese wanted only to reunite their country and finally be free of foreign domination, and they viewed the Americans as latest in a long line of would-be colonial masters. I wonder, now, how different the last 40 years would have played out if somehow both sides had understood and corrected the other’s mistaken perceptions.

McNamara stands by his record, doesn’t try to whitewash or evade his part. Now that most of the other participants are dead, he provides a level of insight for Vietnam and his part in WWII that I believe is rarely matched by anyone on the inside of such significant historical controversies.

recommended

When wings were broken

[Continuing my New Year’s Day tradition (2002, 2003, 2004)…]

Bitty grits of soap and sand, dried on my skin

Sun blaring down throwing shadows

Pulling at my head, pushing at my heart

No one comes near me, not today, you

Stay away and you scream over the distance

Words that ache to come together so my

Eyes will open, so my arms might grab and

Hug you but your wings cannot reach nor

Measure the distance–the rumbling waves

Glare, out at the horizon line a sailor

Bobs in the wind, his sails completely

Absent color so matching the masses

Absent from my heart’s yearning grasp

Absent of demolished houses once full.

In memory of my brothers and sisters lost to last Sunday’s tsunami and its aftereffects…

Dear Chairman Powell: Stay away

[In response to a request from the creative staff of Family Guy, via Planet Family Guy, I sent the following message to FCC Chairman Michael Powell and the other commissioners. Feel free to do the same to help them see we don’t need their fingers covering our eyes when the TV’s on.]

I am writing to give you my perspective on the recent round of high profile events regarding appropriate material in broadcasting. First, the criticism of the Desperate Housewives promo broadcast on Monday Night Football is ridiculous when during the same and similar broadcasts we see advertising that directly (Cialis, Levitra, Viagra) and indirectly (beer, cars and more) use the same techniques of scantily clad women to sell their products.

Second, I’m truly upset that about a third of ABC’s affiliates chose not to broadcast a great and important film, Saving Private Ryan, even though they did the previous two years due to fear of punitive action from your agency. This film is an important one because it is one of the most realistic popular depictions of war, and one of the few ways our society has to bring that understanding to members who’ve never been close to it. Such understanding is crucial in helping them make decisions while voting and otherwise participating in our democracy.

Finally, I feel very strongly that any attempt by the FCC (as reported in the popular media) to impose its content-based regulations on cable TV networks and satellite radio would be a mistake. Despite some limited use of public airwaves, these communication channels provide for a much wider range of entertainment and information than over the air TV and radio broadcasters and as such should have the freedom to explore what best serves their audiences. Frankly, this is exactly where the phrase “If you don’t like it, don’t turn it on” is most appropriate especially because such services are available only to paying customers.

Thanks for your consideration.

Journalist Arrested After Photographing Voting Lines

People have said I’m overly pessimistic about the lengths to which Republicans will go to continue and deepen their control over America. And then I read about the arrest of photographer Jim Henry down in Florida for doing his job. I don’t care what rules Theresa LePore may have enacted (just two business days before the election, mind you), the sherrif’s department and county attorney should have recognized them as prima facie violation of the First Amendment. So much for Republicans and their alleged respect for the Constitution.

Popes say the darnedest things!

Pope to women: Your place is in the kitchen and the bedroom.

Women to pope: Old fart, this is the 21st Century, why don’t you buy a clue?

I have to wonder, with all the problems the Catholic Church has these days–hardly anyone wants to be a priest, many of those that do abuse their positions of trust to sexually assualt children, forcing at least one diocese into bankruptcy with more likely to join–why this frail, barely alive old man felt the need to pick on women. The pronouncements on homosexuality and gay marriage earlier in the year were predictable, but this?

What about privacy?

Well, face it, the time has come and gone for this archaic concept anyway. The recent Court of Appeals ruling holding email free from traditional protections, where technology ran ahead of the law, is but one more foot stomping your personal preference into the mud. Get used to it.

California’s legislators are trying to do some good for their constituents, running against the tidal wave of corporate lobbying. For an example look at last year’s SB-1, which became effective yesterday after a judge refused a request from banks and other financial companies to block it; the law requires financial companies to obtain customers’ permission before selling or sharing their personal information. Bankers are very unhappy, not surprising since selling this data reportedly gives them $400 million a year in revenue, and will appeal even though they stood up and supported the bill when the final compromise (the original restrictions were much tougher) was announced.

Bad spelling Wednesday

If one is a volunteer in the US Military, how is that one’s term of service can be involuntarily extended? Of course exigent circumstances and a vital service may intrude on an ideal but I think that servicemen and women should be released if they are no longer willing participants. Let Cheney and Rumsfeld get their cannon fodder elsewhere.

Less international significance but more pleasant to read, a reminder that Melanie Spiller blogs wonderfully on the art of technical (non-fiction) writing.

Scoble’s geek dinners are great, if not quite legendary, but I am sorry to be missing this one in NYC by 10 days.

I do love Garret’s pretty pictures!

In the Small World department, I found out that my new CEO is very close friends with my old CEO, so close that their families vacation together. Can’t hurt, eh?

Lasty and in no way least, the US rocked Honduras in warm-up match for next week’s World Cup 2006 qualifying round against Grenada. 4-0 Baby!