Saturday, February 18, 2012

Book List 2012: Part 1

It's a new year and that means it's a whole new book list. However, I'm going to be changing things up once again. This year I'm expanding what I'm counting as a book. Previously I haven't allowed comics and children's books on the list. Mostly because they really aren't what people think of when you say "I just read a good book." However, maybe one of you knows some kids and might one day be looking for an interesting children's book. And perhaps you might be in the mood for a great graphic novel.

And who am I to deny You these things?

Speaking of which, Comics can be quite an ambiguous area so I'll clarify. I have two criteria for a comic to be put on the list:
1. They have to be bound. We're talking trade-paperbacks, the kind you could find in a bookstore.
2. It has to be able to stand on it's own. So while Bone's second volume "The Great Cow Race" could both be featured, something like Naruto vol 25 would not.

Which brings us to our new signifiers:
* = reread
[CB] = means "Children's Book"
[GN] = means "Graphic Novel" aka Comic books.




1.

Four to Score
by. Janet Evanovitch

Stephanie Plum's adventures in bounty hunting continue as she tries to track down a waitress who's skipped bail to get revenge on her ex-boyfriend. But when the case ends up being more puzzling than expected, Plum has to enlist the help of a transvestite rocker with a knack for breaking codes.


I feel stupid writing things up for books this far into a series. I mean if you aren't interested in the first book in the series could anything in the fourth really convince you to start? Especially since you can't help but rank books in a series by the other books in the series and not by books in general.

That being said, this book has been my least favorite in the series so far. The mystery aspect was usually a bit too silly to be very suspenseful. However, that doesn't mean that I didn't have a fantastic time reading it. I just like when the mystery is on par with the humor. But it was still a lot of fun. Especially the new character of transvestite Sally Sweets, who adds a whole nother level of hilarity.



Three guys came out of the shadows at us. They looked to be late teens, wearing baggy homey pants and unlaced court shoes.

...


The kid pulled a Buck knife out of his pants pocket.
How about giving me your purse, bitch?

Sally hiked up his skirt, reached into his briefs and pulled out a Glock.
How about using that knife to slice off your balls?

Lula whipped a gun out of her red satin purse and Grandma hauled out her .45 long-barrel.

Day my make, punk, Grandma said.

Hey, I don't want any trouble, the kid said. We were just having some fun.

I want to shoot him, Sally said. Nobody'll tell, right?

No fair, Lula said. I want to shoot him.

Okay," Grandma said. "On the count of three, we'll all shoot him.

No shooting! I said.

Then how about if I kick the shit out of him? Sally said.

You're all nuts, the kid said, backing away. What kind of women are you? His friends took off, and he ran after them.

Sally put his gun back in his pants.
Guess I flunked the estrogen test.

We all stared at his crotch, and Grandma said what Lula and I were thinking.

I thought that bulge was your dingdong, Grandma said.

Jesus, Sally said, who do you think I am, Thunder the Wonder Horse? My gun wouldn't fit in my purse.

You need to get a smaller gun, Lula said. Ruins your lines with that big old Glock in your drawers.

pg 141-142




2.

The Stupidest Angel
by. Christopher Moore

An angel comes to Earth to grant a Christmas wish, but unfortunately makes a bit of a mess of things when his wish-granting accidentally unleashes a horde of zombies.


If you like Christopher Moore I'm sure you'll like this one too. If you don't find his stuff funny then, you know what, you probably won't like this one either.

I actually haven't read most of his books so I didn't notice, but apparently all the characters in this book are all from his other works. Thus this book is basically a Christopher Moore Christmas Special. But since I wouldn't have known that unless I hadn't been told, I am in the perfect position to say that you really don't have to have read all of them to enjoy it.

There really isn't anything else to say. It's a pretty short book and it's a pretty silly book. A lot of it is pretty ridiculous, but in a book like this it doesn't really matter. It'd be like someone complaining that the Three Stooges never seemed to die of massive brain damage.




Just then the doors flew open, the wind whipped into the room carrying with it a horrid stench. Standing there, framed in the cathedral doorway, stood Santa Claus, holding Brian Henderson in his red Star Trek shirt, by the throat. A group of dark figures were moving behind them, moaning something about IKEA, as Santa pressed a .38 snub-nose revolver to Brian's temple and pulled the trigger. Blood splattered across the front wall and Santa threw the body to Marty in the Morning, who began to suck the brains out of the dead Brian's exit wound.

Merry Christmas, you doomed sons a' bitches! said Santa.

...

So that sucked.






3.

The Gunseller
by. Hugh Laurie

When a wise-cracking British special agent gets an offer to kill someone, he decides to warn the guy instead. However, that turns out to be a mistake when it unleashes a chain of events that get him involved with a plot much deeper than he could have ever imagined.



You know what? I didn't like this one. I started out thinking it was pretty fun, but it started slipping and began to pick up downward momentum. It reads like a wannabe PG Wodehouse trying to write a James Bond story.

But what I disliked more than the fact that the jokes often weren't as clever as they thought they were, more than the convoluted plot, and more than dumb ending, was the insults to Minnesota.

I can take a joke. I don't mind jokes at Minnesota's expense, but, then again, I generally only hear them from people who have experience with Minnesota. And that was the problem. Has the superbly British Hugh Laurie ever been to Minnesota? I kind of doubt that he has. And yet there's a significant chunk of this book where the protagonist is trying to pass himself of as a Minnesotan. This seems to be achieved by acting like a simple-minded-small-town country boy who don't do much of that book thinkin'.

So fuck you very much, Hugh Laurie.

(also "pyjamas"? you've got to be kidding me.)




'Good morning, Mr O'Neal,' I said, in a stupidly loud voice. The sound bounced back from the distant walls. 'Sorry to see this isn't a convenient time. It's not that good for me wither. Why don't I have my secretary make another appointment with your secretary? In fact, why don't our secretaries have lunch together? Really put the world to rights.'

O'Neal ground his teeth together for a moment, and then looked up at me with what he obviously thought was a penetrating stare.

When he'd overdone that, he put down the papers and rested his hands on the edge of the desk. Then he took them off the desk and put them on his lap. Then he got annoyed with me for having seen him carry out this awkward procedure.

'Mr Lang,' he said. 'You realise where you are?' He pursed his lips in a practised fashion.

'Indeed I do, Mr O'Neal. I am in room C188.'

'You are in the Ministry of Defense.'

'Mmm. Jolly nice too. Any chairs about?'

He glared at me again, and then flicked his head at Solomon, who went over to the door and dragged a reproduction Regency thing to the middle of the carpet. I stayed where I was.

'Do sit down, Mr Lang.'

'Thanks, I'd rather stand,' I said.

Now he was genuinely thrown. We used to do this kind of thing to a geography teacher at school. He'd left after two terms to become a priest in the Western Isles.


pg. 28




4.
Cool, Calm, & Contentious
by. Merrill Markoe

A collection of comedian Merrill Markoe's humorous essays about her life.


Although it will sound like an odd thing to say, the highlight of this book is the fact that it will probably go a long way to making you feel better about your childhood. It's hard to explain but trust me on this. Actually, here is an interview the author did with Jon Stewart for this book. It should give you a look into what I'm talking about.

But yeah, what can I say? Don't expect it to be on par with David Sedaris or anything, but you can certainly expect to have some good laughs while reading it. I would especially recommend it if you are a dog lover as there are a couple of great essays about her dogs.




After many years of therapy, I can't tolerate human narcissists anymore. I don't care about their tragic self-doubts [end of 56] or the roots of their pain and rage. Yet oddly enough, I still love being around dogs. When I try to analyze why, it's definitely hard to figure out. It certainly isn't because of the behaviors they exhibit around me, which, taken at face value, are pretty disturbing.

For instance, if even the most adorable man or beloved family member insisted on busting in through the bathroom door and running up to kiss me every time I sat down on the toilet—not just once or twice but
every single time I went to the bathroom—then stood around staring adoringly, mesmerized by my activities, not only would I find it unnerving, it would fill me with fury. If the person were a relative, this scenario would become an unending topic with the shrink. If it were my husband, it might be the grounds for divorce.

pg. 56-57




5.

There Once Lived a Woman Who Tried to Kill Her Neighbor's Baby:
Scary Fairy Tales
by. Ludmilla Petrushevskaya
selected and translated by. Keith Gessen & Anna Summers

A selection of infamous Russian author Ludmilla Petrushevskaya's modern fairy tales and other supernatural tales.


I happened to notice this one while I perusing around a comic book shop. As you might know, I love fairy tales, so the idea of creepy modern fairy tales from Russia sounded like something I needed to check out. Thus when I got home I went and requested it from the library.

It is quite hard for me to describe this book, because I really have no point of reference. Some stories are definitely in the traditional fairy tale vein, for instance there's a story about two ballerina's who are cursed to take the form of a single giant women during the day, and another story about a woman who finds a child the size of a water droplet on a cabbage leaf.

But then there are also stories that seem like something out of a Haruki Murakami book. Byu which I mean they were slightly surreal and thought provoking. Stories like "The Black Coat", about a woman who awakens to find herself in a strange world very similar to our own, but slightly different and wearing a strange black coat with only a piece of paper and a box of matches in the pockets.

Then there are also some stories that are almost Science-Fiction, like one about a fatal disease linked to hygiene that sweeps across the world. And some, like the story about the woman that tried to kill her neighbor's baby, are starkly set in a grime reality with touches of an urban legend.

So yeah, if any of that sounds interesting to you then I'd recommend taking a look.




The impoverished monastery, on the other hand, stood unguarded in the forest. It was a popular target for the local kids who needed money for vodka. Eventually the monks learned to do with the absolute bare minimum—tin cans for boiling water in, some straw to sleep on, old sacks for blankets. As for the honey and berries, which could after all be stolen, they hid them in the forest, in the hollows of trees, like squirrels.

They used kindling for heat, since even their ax and saw had been stolen from them.

Then again, that was the monks' vow, wasn't it—to work only with what God had given them, to work only for Him, and to make do with the same food as rabbits and squirrels.

...

During the winter, the monastery was freezing. There wasn't enough kindling to heat the space, and the monks refused to break branches off living trees. But cold and hunger are hardly problems for a monk—in fact they're blessings, and, what's more, during the winter months the monastery got a break from being robbed. Who's going to drag himself through the hills and snow to break into a frozen monastery—even though every morning the monks rang, not a bell, because the bell had been stolen and sold for its metal, but an iron crossbeam.

It was an ancient crossbeam—the old bell had hung from it—and the hardworking local thieves, try as the might, weren't able to bring it down.

The monks rang their crossbeam with a secret metal crowbar they had. It was the only defense they kept on hand to fend off wild animals, say, or to break through the ice for water when their stream froze, or to beat a path through the forest.

...

And so every morning the people in the surrounding villages could hear the melancholy sound of the metal crowbar against the old crossbeam. Of course no one was so stupid as to heed the call and come for prayer.

Who calls a doctor to heal a healthy person? Who fixes what isn't broken? Why run off to pray to God when everything is fine?


pg. 178-179




6.

Ant Farm:
And Other Desperate Situations
by. Simon Rich

An assembling of Simon Rich's hilarious jokes.


I'm not sure "jokes" is the right term, but I'm not sure what else to call them. Perhaps saying they are hilarious scenario's or sketches (as in sketch comedy) would be more appropriate. Regardless, you might recall that I came across a couple of these in that Judd Apatow collection I read last year. They were by far the highlight of that book and so I figured I had to find their source.

The only thing I can say about this book is that is absolutely hilarious. There is a quote from Jon Stewart on the back of the book that says you can open the book to any page and you'll find something to laugh at, and that is very true. I read it and then went back through and read a bunch of them again. Later I went back through again and forced some friends to hear a couple of them as well.

It's just hilarious. Do yourself a favor and check it out to see for yourself.





I STILL REMEMBER THE DAY I GOT MY FIRST CALCULATOR

TEACHER: All right, children, welcome to fourth grade math. Everybody take a calculator out of the bin.

ME: What are these?

TEACHER: From now on we'll be using calculators.

ME: What do these things do?

TEACHER: Simple operations, like multiplication and division.

ME: You mean this device just...does them? By itself?

TEACHER: Yes. You enter in the problem and press equal.

ME: You...you knew about this machine all along, didn't you? This whole time, while we were going through this...this charade with the pencils and the line paper and the stupid multiplication tables!...I'm sorry for shouting...It's just...I'm a little blown away.

TEACHER: Okay, everyone, today we're going to go over some word problems.

ME: What the hell else do you have back there? A magical pen that writes book reports by itself? Some kind of automatic social studies worksheet that...that fills itself out? What the hell is going on?

TEACHER: If a farmer farms five acres of land a day—

ME: So that's it then. The past three years have been a total farce. All this time I've been thinking, "Well, this is pretty hard and frustrating, but I guess these are useful skills to have." Meanwhile, there was a whole bin of these things in your desk. We could have jumped straight to graphing. Unless, of course, there's some kind of graphing calculator!

TEACHER: There is. You get one in ninth grade.

ME: Is this...Am I on TV? Is this a prank show?

TEACHER: No.

pg 11-12




7.

A Planet of Viruses
by. Carl Zimmer

A look at the world of viruses and how they affect our lives.


You might remember that I read Carl Zimmer's book Parasite Rex and loved it. It did an amazing job telling you all about parasites in such a way that made you like them in spite of their often gross qualities. While I wouldn't go as far to say that this book is as good as Parasite Rex, but I will say that it does an equally good job of informing you on its subject while simultaneously endearing you to it.

It's a pretty short book with each chapter talking about a specific kind of virus and using that virus as a springboad for talking about a larger aspect or influence of viruses in world. Fascinating stuff. It makes you think about viruses in a different way. For instance did you know that even bacteria can get infected by viruses? Or that certain viruses are crucial components in the oxygen production of algae? Or how about that a large percentage of your own DNA has come from viruses and that without it we would all die? Or how about the fact that some viruses can actually help you by training your body to fight off bigger foes?




Despite the diversity of rhinoviruses, some scientists are optimistic that they can develop a cure for the common cold. The fact that all strains of human rhinoviruses share a common core of genes suggests that the core can't withstand mutations. In other words, viruses with mutations in the core die. If scientists can figure out ways to attack the rhinovirus core, they may be able to stop the disease. One promising target is a stretch of genetic material in rhinoviruses that folds into a loop shaped like a clover leaf. Every rhinovirus scientists have studied carries the same clover-leaf structure, which appears to be essential for speeding up the rate at which a host cell copies rhinovirus genes. If scientists can find a way to disable the clover leaf, they may be able to stop every cold virus on Earth.

But should they? Human rhinoviruses impose a burden on public health, not just by causing colds but by opening the way for more harmful pathogens. But the human rhinovirus itself is relatively mild. Most colds are over in a week, and 40 percent of people who test positive for rhinoviruses suffer no symptoms at all. In fact, human rhinoviruses may offer some benefits to their human hosts. Scientists have gathered a great deal of evidence that children who get sick with relatively harmless viruses and bacteria may be protected from immune disorders when they get older, such as allergies and Crohn disease. Human rhinoviruses may help train our immune systems not to overreact to minor triggers, instead directing their assaults to real threats. Perhaps we should not think of colds as ancient enemies but as wise old tutors.


pg.13




8.

Ghost in the Wires:
My Adventures as the World's Most Wanted Hacker
by. Kevin Mitnick with William L. Simon

A famous hacker recounts his life and exploits leading up to his capture by FBI.


Here are the things I liked about this book:

  • Hearing about how people hack into various systems
  • Hearing about how people can drop off the grid and allude the FBI
  • The exciting scenarios that come up from those other two things.

Here are the things I didn't like about this book:

  • Too long.
  • Mitnick starts out as a likeable guy, but soon loses that when you see the angst he kept knowingly causing to his family and loved ones.
  • He kept talking about how smart he was and yet there were multiple times where he'd make idiotic moves. Like, hey this other hacker dude keeps asking us questions that no other hacker would ask and doing things that no other hacker would do...let's keep talking and sharing secrets with him. If you're doing highly illegal things and someone doesn't seem on the level why would you keep trusting them!
  • There are quite a lot of parts that seem less like a memoir and more like bragging.
So there you go. Overall it wasn't the best, but it does have some redeeming features. Anyway here is Kevin Mitnick's interview with Stephen Colbert that made me want to read this book.




My skill at writing these phony resumes and letters paid off within a couple of weeks. I was invited for an interview at, of all places, the local office of a prominent international law firm, Holme, Roberts, and Owen, which had offices in Denver, Salt Lake City, Boulder, London, and Moscow.

Dressed in a suit and tie and looking, I thought, perfectly suitable for a job in an upscale law firm, I was shown into a conference room to meet with the IT manager, a very friendly lady named Lori Sherry.

I'm good at interviews, but this one was a little more exciting than most as I struggled not to be distracted: Lori was really attractive. But—bummer—she was wearing a wedding band.

She started off with what must be a standard opening:
Tell me a little about yourself.

I tried for charming and charismatic, the style that the remake of
Ocean's Eleven would capture a few years later. ...

pg.228




9. [CB]

East Dragon, West Dragon
by. Robyn Eversole
illustrated by. Scott Campbell

The East Dragon and the West Dragon are very different and they lead very different lives, but due to some troublesome knights they're about to meet and realize that they're not so different after all.

I picked this book up from the library solely because Scott Campbell did the artwork for it. You might recall him from the amazing art series "Great Showdowns". And the art did not disappoint. It is hilarious. The story could've been a lot better, but it wasn't terrible or anything.




West Dragon didn't know any emperors.
He did know kings, though. Kings were a nuisance.
Kings kept knights. And knights were a bigger nuisance. They barged into West Dragon's cave during his naps, waving their silly swords.
Nothing made a cave smell nastier than roast knight.


pg.9




10. [GN]

Johnny Wander, vol. 2
Escape to New York
by. Ananth Panagariya and Yuko Ota
art by. Yuko Ota

The second comics collection of the hit webcomic Johnny Wander.


Johnny Wander is one of my all time favorite webcomics. It's hopelessly charming and just simply delightful. It details the life of the creators, but not in an autobiographical way. It just takes those special little moments of life and presents them in a way that's just so much fun.

The nice thing about it being a webcomic is that I don't have to try to explain why it's fun; you can just go to the site and see for yourself.

I will also add that this physical collection is quite nice. Especially since it features bonus material throughout that's pretty great. Especially the "Ask John" segment at the end.




Dear John, I haven't gone on a date since November. You seem like the kind of guy who knows his way around women. How do I fix this?

When someone is walking towards you, you move to the right, and they should do the same, thus avoiding an uncomfortable collision. This is generally how women and I get around each other.

Dear John, How can I quickly lose twenty pounds?

I don't know, how heavy are your arms?


Dear John, Calculus-based physics is HARD. How do I get a deep, conceptual understanding of inductance, RLC circuits and EMF waves? Sincerely, PhysicsHater55

Feel them, feel their pain. No one ever takes time to listen to Physics, no, it's just TALK TALK TALK all the time.


What should one do when diagnosed with terminal cancer of the everything.

Everything.


How do I pick a bathroom cleaner?

That's simple. Just ask,
Can it remove blood?

pg.145

Friday, January 20, 2012

Punny Titles

So a year or so ago I started watching this little series of animation shorts called Blamimations. One of their running jokes was for the two characters to bounce ideas of one another and then having their set-ups lead into a punchline title. For example:
"Stephen Hawking gives up his life as a quantum physicist and uses his incredible mind to solve murders. It's called, A Brief History of Crime."
-Blam #9


Anyways, it got me started and from time to time I've tried my hand at making my own. So here is the collection of all the ones I've done so far.


12/08/2010
Armed with only a magical squirt gun, high schooler Jonas Salk must defeat the demon that crippled his girlfriend. It's called, Super Salker.


12/08/2010
It's a sitcom about depressed vampires. It's called, Sucks to be You.


01/19/2011
A dark comedy about a widowed man and a smart aleck bird. It's called That's so Raven...what do you mean that title's already been taken!? Damnit, Raven-Symone!


02/02/2011
  • Another dark comedy, but this time a novice beekeeper finds out his queen bee is actually a witch. It's called, BeeWitched.
  • It's a talk show where noteworthy curmudgeons come together to complain about the topic of the day. It's called, We Bitched.


03/06/2011
Meet Jane Eyre. A walking social disaster that has just landed her dream job as a Safety Inspector. Although a string of kooky clients generally keeps her pretty busy, she can't help but notice that something is strange about her new boss. Can she handle her life, her job, and a mystery? Coming this Fall it's, Eyre on the Side of Caution.


06/01/2011
Milo is a depressed gondolier living in Venice who's lost sight of life's beauty. That is until he comes across a mermaid who's wandered into the Venetian canals and together they discover the wonders of the city and of life. It's Splash meets Roman Holiday, it's called: Venice de Milo.


10/08/2011
A woman overcomes her drug addiction through mountain climbing. It's called, I'm So High.


10/08/2011
Children's Book Idea: Dino Sores: A Child's Guide to Epidemiology


10/08/2011
A group of students at a school for the blind team up to solve mysteries. It's called, No 'I' in Mystery.


10/09/2011
After 45 years working at the bucket factory 70 year old Walter Pail loses his job. With a sick wife to support, Walter desperately needs to find another job. However, no one will hire him because buckets are all he knows. With the bills mounting he's left with only one option: participate in a kickboxing tournament to try and win the grand prize. He's gonna kick ass or die trying. It's called, Kick Bucket!


10/22/2011
Jenni Takahashi is a sullen and introverted 13 year old. That is until she meets Gregory Zane, a young boy who was raised by Giraffes. With Gregory's help Jennie starts to learn what friendship is all about. It's called, Stick Your Neck Out.


10/26/2011
A motley crew of 5 elite fighters, each one missing one of the 5 major senses, team up to fight evil. It's called, Senseless Violence!

Dirk Shaughnessy is a bare-knuckled brawler who can FEEL no pain!

Clementine Jones is a sniper who's never HEARD the word "impossible".

Chad "Zato" Matsumoto is a weapons expert who has never SEEN a person he couldn't kill.

Larry Williams is a demolition expert who doesn't mind the SMELL of blood.

and Noelle Durand is a former circus performer who has never had a TASTE for killing...but that won't stop her from doing it anyway.



11/04/2011
After all the master wizards of the world have been defeated by a fearsome demon the only one left to face it is an incompetent wizard-in-training named Peasly. Clearly outmatched Peasly uses the only spell he can think of and ends up accidentally trapping the demon in his bladder. Can he hold it in until he can figure out a way to defeat the demon? And can he do it while the demon whispers not-so-sweet flushings in his ear? Find out in: You Gotta Go.


12/05/2011
Matokai Jun is an intelligent, but socially awkward high school freshman. She'd rather just fly under the radar, but that's hard to do when you've just found a magical pair of shoes that can turn you into a monster. Especially when people with similar powers start showing up. Ones who aren't so inclined to lie low. It's “怪洵後-ハイ”! [Kaijun Kou-High]


12/05/2011
When all the senior members of Sen's high school math club graduate, they leave her in charge. Why? Because she's incredibly smart, spirited, tenacious...and the only one left. Now it's up to her to revitalize the club to its former glory, but first she's gonna need to get some other members. It's “千π”! [Sen Pi]


1/15/2012
Chuck was just an average grunt at a local McFly's franchise. That is, until the day he was exposed to a contaminated tub of chicken wings and transformed into a chicken! Sure it wasn't long before he returned back to normal, but the real problem is that it keeps happening! Can he keep these unexpected bouts of avian transmutation under wraps until he can find a cure? Find out in: Guess What, Chicken Butt.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Book List 2011: Part 7

And here it is: the exciting conclusion to Book List 2011!


63.
Cinderella Ate My Daughter:
Dispatches From the Front Lines of the new Girlie-Girl Culture
by. Peggy Orenstein

A look into the Pretty Pink Princess world that young girls have to grow up in. Where did it come from and what effects does it have?


I read this book on a whim of curiosity and I was pleasantly surprised. It really is quite fascinating and raises a lot of ideas that I never thought about before. However, it does have its problems. For instance the author occasionally goes into bouts of what I like to call "Feminist Bloodlust": where a feminist rage clouds a person's vision and only allows them to see ideas that fits a feminist argument. For instance she insulted Pixar for only having movies starring men, but praised Miyazaki for always making movies starring girls. She even went as far as to attack Pixar's newest movie Brave. That's right, she decided to attack a movie that isn't even out yet based on preliminary sketches and plot outlines...I mean if that isn't a prefect example of Feminist Bloodlust then I don't know what is.

But overall I found the book very interesting. It really does a great job at bringing the world that young girls are being raised in into the light and expounding on where this world came from. I never really considered where the obsession with princesses and pink came from, but I'm glad I did because it seems that it has all come from marketing. Which is quite frightening when you think about it. Marketing can ingrain ideas so deep that people just think they're natural inclinations. For instance the color pink. I've heard people say that girls are just naturally attracted to pink. But that isn't true. In fact pink used to be a boys' color. Think about that.


        Girls' attention to pink may seem unavoidable, somehow encoded in their DNA, but according to Jo Paoletti, an associate professor of American studies at the University of Maryland, it's not. Children weren't color-coded at all until the early twentieth century: in the era before Maytag, all babies wore white as a practical matter, since the only way of getting clothes clean was to boil them. What's more, both boys and girls wore what were thought of as gender-neutral dresses. When nursery colors were introduced, pink was actually considered the more masculine hue, a pastel version of red, which was associated with strength. Blue, with its intimations of the Virgin Mary, constancy, and faithfulness, symbolized femininity. (That may explain a portrait that has always befuddled me, of my father as an infant in 1926 wearing a pink dress.) Why or when that switched is not clear, but as late as the 1930s, in a poll of its customers conducted by the New York City department store Lord & Taylor, a solid quarter of adults still held to that split. I doubt anyone would get it "wrong" today. Perhaps that is why so many early Disney heroines—Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Wendy, Alice in Wonderland, Mary Poppin's Jane Banks—were dressed in various shades of azure. (When the company introduced the Princess line, it deliberately changed Sleeping Beauty's gown to pink, supposedly to distinguish her from Cinderella.) It was not until the mid-1980s, when amplifying age and sex differences became a dominant children's marketing strategy, that pink fully came into its own, when it began to seem innately attractive to girls, part of what defined them as female, at least for the first few critical years.



64.
The Night Eternal
by. Guillermo del Toro & Chuck Hogan

The last book of The Strain Trilogy.


I've mentioned the other books of this trilogy in past lists. And as it is the third book I can't really tell you anything about it specifically without ruining important plot elements. But I can now speak of the trilogy in general and tell you that it is a great trilogy. It works with the idea of vampires in a way I've never seen done before. It creates a look and feel to them that is unique and fascinating; taking the familiar ideas we've seen a million times before and reworking them into something new and interesting.

If you recall I said that the main problem with The Hunger Games was that the author couldn't write a fight scene to save her live. Well she should ask Chuck Hogan and Guillermo del Toro for some tips. This duo is able to create not only create truly memorable visuals, but also plenty of intense battles.


        Snorting, huffing, the beasts came back, leaving behind the poised erect stance and landing on all fours, ready to circle their prey. Eph did not give the vampires a chance to flank him. He rushed straight at the male first, both swords at the ready. The vamp leaped away from him at the last moment—they were agile and fast—but not before Eph's sword tip caught it across the side of its torso. The slash was deep enough to make the vampire land off-balance, the wound was leaking white blood. Strigoi rarely felt any bodily pain, but they felt it when the weapon was silver. The creature twisted and gripped its side.

        In that moment of hesitation and inattention, Eph spun and brought his other sword across at shoulder height. One slice removed the head from the neck and shoulders, severing it just beneath the jaw. The vampire's arms went up in a reflex of self-protection before its trunk and limbs collapsed.

        Eph turned again just as the female was in the air. It had vaulted the counter, springing at him with its twin taloned middle fingers poised to cut at his face—but Eph was just able to deflect its arms with his own as the vampire flew past, landing hard against the wall, slumping to the floor. Eph lost both his swords in the process. His hands were so weak. Oh, yes, yes, please—I want to give up.

        The strigoi quickly sprang onto all fours, facing Eph from a crouch. Its eyes bore into him, surrogates of the Master, the evil presence that had taken everything from him. Eph's rage flared anew. He swiftly produced his grappling hooks and braced for impact. The vampire charged and Eph went for it—the vampire wattle dangling beneath its chin made for a perfect target. He had done this move hundreds of times—like a worker in a fish factory scaling a big tuna. One hook connected with the throat behind the wattle, sinking quickly and jamming behind the cartilaginous tube that housed the larynx and launched the stinger. Pulling down on it—hard—he blocked the stinger and forced the creature to genuflect with a pig-like squeal. The other hook connected to the eye socket, and Eph's thumb jammed under the jaw, locking the mouth shut. One summer, a long, long time ago, his father had shown him that move when catching snakes on a small river up north. Clamp the jaw," he had said, "lock the mouth—so they can't bite." Not many snakes were poisonous but a lot of them had a nasty bite and enough bacteria in their mouth to cause a lot of pain. Turned out that Eph—city boy Eph—was good at catching snakes. A natural. He had been able to show off one good day, catching a snake in the driveway at home when Zack was still a child. He felt superior—a hero. But that was a long time ago. A zillion years BC.



65.
I Found This Funny:
My Favorite Pieces of Humor
and some that may not be funny at all
edited by. Judd Apatow

A collection of essays that were selected and arranged by Judd Apatow.


Oh, collections. They are always a mixed bag aren't they? I was looking for a collection of humorous writing, but a fair amount of stuff in this book isn't really funny at all. I realize that this is mentioned in the title, but I didn't realize the extent to which they were talking about. Overall it wasn't really my kind of thing, but I must admit that there are a couple great gems in there. If nothing else Conan O'Brien & Robert Smigel's Lookwell pilot, Tony Hoagland's poems, David Sedaris' essay "Go Carolina", and the selected shorts from Simon Rich made it worth my time.

Actually, if you happen to see this in a book store I would recommend picking it up to read the Simon Rich ones. They are short enough that you can read them real quick and they are hilarious.


        I don't remember how I learned to read. Who taught me to read? Was it my mother? We always had a lot of books around. Dr. Seuss, Curious George. That book about the strange animal with the spots he could take off and juggle. Lately I have been teaching my seven-year-old daughter how to read and it is hard. Someone must have put some serious hours in with me. I wish I remembered any of those moments. It must have been my mom and not some faceless Montessori teacher. I'll go with Mom. For some reason I think I picked it up really fast because if it was a long difficult road I feel like I would remember that.

        I say that because my adult reading life has not been a long easy road. It took a long time before I got excited about literature and reading in general...

...

        ...This book contains my recommendations. It mainly focuses on what I am most interested in—humor. But several of the pieces are not at all funny, but I could not resist putting them in because they mean so much to me.

        I made a point of including writing from all disciplines—short stories, poetry, essays, humor writing, journalism, memoir, cartoons, sketches, and even television pilots. I think it's the ultimate airplane book, bathroom book, or what one reads while waiting for a friend to come out of an appointment that you have no interest in.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

State of the Blog Address (2012)

Happy New Year, everyone.

As is customary for New Year's Day, it is time for my annual State of the Blog address.

2011 is over and it seems that I really didn't post very much at all. I mean only 24 posts? That only averages out to 2/month. In my defense in 2011 I moved twice, got a new job, and quit that new job when I later got a better new job. So now I've got 2 jobs and have to work every day of the week. Kinds of puts a hamper on posting. But really that's no excuse. I could have done more stuff if I had put my mind to it, but I preferred instead the relaxation and escapism of watching movies, reading books, and other such things.

Looking back at last year's SotB address, I didn't really end up completing any of the plans I had back then. I still would like to accomplish some of those things, but they just didn't pan out.

Even though I utterly failed at completing the goals I had last year, that won't stop me from having goals for this year. So what can you expect?

  • First of all I will complete the postcards from last year's Postal Extravaganza. 2011 was just a bad year for drawing. A combination of art supplies packed away in boxes during the moves and a general state of mind that was not conducive to artwork. However, I'm feeling good about this year and if nothing else my guilt will spur me on to completing that project.

  • I'm also going to try and finish up both my Stupid Poems 4 Everyone & Post-It Greetings projects. I'm about halfway done with both, so I might as well try to go the distance.

  • I think I'm going to try to do some comics this year. What kind exactly I'm not sure, but something...definitely something.

  • More posting in general. Sure that's rather vague, but I'm going to try to update a lot more frequently. My goal is going to be at the very least 1 a week.

  • And, of course, another booklist. Even though they take a surprisingly large amount of time to format and write out, I've found I quite like having a record of the things I've read as it is quite easy for such things to slip your mind after a while. Speaking of which I was reading right up until the new year, so 2011's list still has one more part to it. I'll get that out to you as soon as I can. I've still got to transcribe some quotes, let alone actually write the post, so it might take a little while, but it is on its way.

  • Also more Timecard Typography. Because, like the booklist, it's nice to have a record of them. And if I'm going to keep a record of them I might as well share it.

So there you have it.

Let's see how where the year takes us, shall we?

Monday, December 26, 2011

Timecard Typographies Aug-Dec/2011

Hey! More timecards! You think it'd be easy to remember to take pictures of these stupid things, but you would be wrong! In fact I'm quite awful at remembering to do it. It seems that from June-December I have forgotten to take pictures of 2 of them.

Well, technically I've forgotten to take pictures of 5 of them:
  • 1 - I had to call work and ask my coworker to take a picture of it for me.

  • 1 - I wasn't able to finish and I was just going to write it off, but a coworker finished it himself.

  • 1 - I came by to take a picture of but the boss had already taken it to his office. Luckily he was around and had it on his desk so he let me take a picture of it.

  • 2 - I just outright forgot to take pictures of.

Apparently I'm just rather forgetful. I really should just start carrying my camera with me wherever I go. Anyways, I think I'll provide you with some commentary on these so as to make myself feel better for failing to capture the complete set.




June 06 - Usually I base the letters around some common idea. In this case I was trying to come up with letters that seemed like they could be symbols or foreign glyphs.





June 16 - The idea behind this one was that I wanted to write it as small as I could. However, I ended up messing up right off the bat. It failed to be as small I could write it and ended up looking odd, mismatched, and stupid.





June 30 - As you can tell the idea with this one was a Connect-the-Dots signature. I love the concept, but I'm disappointed with the quality of my lines. They look rather thin and shaky and it takes a lot away from what would have otherwise been a favorite of mine. I think I was going to go over them again to make them look better, but didn't have the time.

This is the one I nearly forgot to get a picture of and ended up calling a coworker to have him snag a picture for me.

This one also brings up a common problem of mine: the H. I cannot tell you how often I get hung up on the H's. Because a capital cursive H isn't written with a continuous pen stroke and that fact often rears it's ugly head. It was a bit of a challenge to figure out how to do it without just giving a couple dots multiple numbers.





July 16 - This one kind of ended up as a stroke guide to letters, but it really wasn't meant to be. I was just trying to use arrows to make letters. This intent explains why you might notice that the way the arrows have you do some letters wouldn't be very natural at all.





August 5 - Yeah...I just wanted to do one in crayon. Little kid style. Sadly I forgot my camera and thus had to end up taking this picture with my phone. I hate when I have to do that though because the picture is never very crisp and the colors always get muted.





August 16 - I guess the idea behind this was outlined letters that form a single contiguous piece. But really it just stemmed out of a doodle I had been doing absent-mindedly one day.





September 1 - Admittedly, I always feel a little cheap when I do one like this. Why? Because I really didn't do anything fancy with the actual letters. The interesting part is only really coming from the style of the placement and setting. But in the end I really don't care as long as it ends up looking cool.





October 1 - I decided to do Halloween themed ones in October. This one was supposed to be a Jack-o-Lantern carving of sorts. So I tried to use the letters to create that usual sort of evil Jack-o-Lantern grin. The observant eye will notice that I forgot how to spell my own name in this one and forgot the second E in Jesse.

You will also notice this picture is a camera picture and thus looks kind of muted and shitty.





October 19 - The Halloween theme continues. This time I was trying to use creepy images that were symbolic of letters. Overall I quite like how it turned out, although I am slightly bothered that that snail ended up seeming rather out of place to me. It just looks it isn't quite connected to the others or something. It also seems a little too happy...





November 4 - Months back my coworker Max had said I should do one with Tetris pieces. I had briefly considered it, but ended up putting it on the back burner. It starts out so easy and the "Jesse" just writes itself. I could have just left it at that, but I was dead set on figuring out how to do my last name as well. As you can guess, some letters provided a significant challenge. Namely A & N.





December 2 - I've started exploring the side margins a little bit. This is actually the one I wasn't able to finish. I wasn't thinking and ended up trying to do a time intensive one during a time of the month when I actually end up having a lot of actual work to do. Thus I ended up with only the top part finished and the rest of it only had my rough ideas sketched in.

I was just going to write it off, but my coworker Max ended up taking it upon himself to finish it and was even kind enough to take a picture. I like that there's a record of it now, but I'm still a little mad at myself for not being able to finish it personally as there was a couple of little things I would've liked to fix up.





December 16 - As you can tell, like October, I made December a bit of a themed month. I had a much more complicated idea in the works, but then I realized that it wouldn't come up looking like what I was going for and then this idea popped into my head so I decided to just go with it. I quite like it.

Once again the cursive H rears its ugly head and requires me to try and attempt a work around.

Friday, December 23, 2011

Book List 2011: Part 6

The second to last booklist of the year. Time goes by so fast doesn't it?


* = reread

51.
20th Century Ghosts
by. Joe Hill

A collection of short stories about ghosts, murderers, monsters, and more.


After reading Heart-Shaped Box I figured I'd see what else Joe Hill had written. Turns out not a whole lot. However, there was this one and a collection of horror themed short stories certainly sounded interesting.

I should clarify that when I say the stories are horror stories, I don't mean to suggest that they are scary. I doubt you'll read any and find yourself unable to get to sleep afterward. I just mean to say that they deal with the horror story material (murder, ghosts, death, etc.). In actuality, the tone of book differs quite a bit from story to story. I really liked that about it, because you never quite knew what to expect next. There are ones that are rather light-hearted, some are sentimental, others are interesting, while some are slightly unsettling. Some of my favorites were "20th Century Ghosts" a story about a movie theater haunted by a cinephile ghost, "Pop Art" a story about a boy and his inflatable best friend, and "Abraham's Boys" one of the creepiest ones of the collection about a pair of brothers whose strict father turns out to have deeper secrets than either of the boys could have ever guessed.


        “It has been argued even trees may appear as ghosts. Reports of such manifestations are common in the literature of parapsychology. There is the famous white pine of West Belfry, Maine. It was chopped down in 1842, a towering fir with a white smooth bark like none anyone had ever seen, and with pine needles the color of brushed steel. A tea house and inn was built on the hill where it had stood. A cold spot existed in a corner of the yellow dining room, a zone of penetrating chill, the exact diameter of the white pine's trunk. Directly above the dining room was a small bedroom, but no guest would stay the night there. Those who tried said their sleep was disturbed by the keening rush of a phantom wind, the low soft roar of air in high branches; the gusts blew papers around the room and pulled curtains down. In March, the walls bled sap.”



52.
Howl's Moving Castle
by. Diane Jones

A young woman named Sophie ages into an old woman after being cursed by a witch. While looking for a way to free herself she ends up in employ of the notorious soul-stealing wizard Howl.


I've heard from a couple fans of this book and they seem to say that they like both the book and the movie, but for very different reasons. Personally, I have a hard time separating the two. Annoyingly, I feel that both of them work to undermine the other by doing something better.

For example, I love the imagery in the movie and how it really worked to serve the story. I also like how the changes the it made to the story served to create a tighter narrative with clearer focus.

On the other hand, I like how the book was able to better establish the different characters and their various relationships. It made the romance between Sophie and Howl seem a lot more natural than the movie did. I also liked how the book's Sophie had a bigger role to play. Additionally, its explanation for how she ends up entangled in these situations was more developed and much more interesting.

On a third hand I don't like how as the story goes on both seem to veer more toward Howl's story and away from Sophie's. I guess they're both supposed to be the main characters, but I think the story isn't set up in way to make that effective. One over the other would've been much more interesting to me.

So I just don't know. As I was reading the book I couldn't help but to miss all the parts I loved about the movie, and then I watched the movie afterwards and then I found myself missing some parts of the book. All in all I like the movie better, because I don't feel that Jones' writing was up to the challenge of producing the kind of imagery her story was capable of (as Miyazaki was able to demonstrate). For example, in the movie the castle moves by walking on mechanical legs, but in the book it just floats about.

But all in all, they're both a lot of fun.


        “It got cold on the stone as the sun went down. An unpleasant wind blew whichever way Sophie turned to avoid it. Now it no longer seemed so unimportant that she would be out on the hills during the night. She found herself thinking more and more of a comfortable chair and a fireside, and also of darkness and wild animals. But if she went back to Market Chipping, it would be the middle of the night before she got there. She might just as well go on. She sighed and stood up, creaking. It was awful. She ached all over.

        "I never realized before what old people had to put up with!" she panted as she labored uphill.

        "Still, I don't think wolves will eat me. I must be far too dry and tough. That's one comfort."

        Night was coming down fast now and the heathery uplands were blue-gray. The wind was sharper. Sophie's panting and creaking of her limbs were so loud in her ears that it took her a while to notice that some of the grinding and puffing was not completely from herself at all. She looked up blurrily.

        Wizard Howl's castle was rumbling and bumping toward her across the moorland. Black smoke was blowing up in clouds from behind its black battlements. It looked tall and thin and heavy and ugly and very sinister indeed. Sophie leaned on her stick and watched it. She was not particularly frightened. She wondered how it moved. But the main thing in her mind was that all that smoke must mean a large fireside somewhere inside those tall black walls.

        "Well, why not?" she said to her stick. "Wizard Howl is not likely to want my soul for his collection. He only takes young girls."”



54.
Bill Moyers Journal:
The Conversation Continues
by. Bill Moyers

A collection of interviews from Bill Moyers' television show Bill Moyers Journal.


Collections are always the hardest to write about. By their very nature they are composed of different pieces, which makes it hard to judge the piece as a single tome. Overall I found this book fascinating. It covered all sorts of different topics with all sorts of interesting experts. The book really serves to give you a wider perspective on a lot of issues. Sure there were a couple interviews here and there and I didn't really care for (basically all the writers and poets), but they weren't even close to being numerous enough to have to bring down the others.

What more can I say? It's a collection of interviews from a PBS show. Either its up your alley or it's not. Here's a quote is from Bill's interview with David Simon, a former journalist and the creator of the hit show The Wire.


        Is is because we are tethered to the facts, we can't go where the imagination can take us?


        One of the themes of The Wire really was that statistics will always lie. Statistics can be made to say anything. You show me anything that depicts institutional progress in America: school test scores, crime stats, arrest reports, anything that a politician can run on, anything that somebody can get a promotion on, and as soon as you invent that statistical category, fifty people in that institution will be at work to figure out a way to make it look as if progress is actually occurring when actually no progress is. I mean, our entire economic structure fell behind the idea that these mortgage-backed securities were actually really valuable, and they had absolutely no value. They were toxic. And yet they were being traded and being hurled about, because somebody could make some short-term profit. In the same way that a police commissioner or a deputy commissioner can get promoted, and a major can become a colonel, and an assistant school superintendent can become a school superintendent, if they make it look like the kids are learning and that they're solving crime. That was a front-row seat for me as a reporter, getting to figure out how once they got done with them the crime stats actually didn't represent anything.

        And you say statistics are driving the war on drugs, though.

       
Stats, you know, dope on the table. 'We've made so many arrests.' I mean, under one administration they used to ride around Baltimore and say, 'If we can make fifty-four arrests a day, we'll have an all-time record for drug arrests.' Some of the arrests, it was people sitting on their stoops and, you know, loitering in a drug-free zone, meaning you were sitting on your own steps on a summer day. Anything that is a stat can be cheated, right down to journalism. And I was sort of party to that.

        So I would be watching what the police department was doing, what the school system was doing, you know, looking outward. But if you looked inward you'd see the the same game is played everywhere, that nobody's actually in the business of doing what the institution's supposed to do.”



55.
Storm Front
by. Jim Butcher

A freelance wizard is getting framed for murders he didn't commit and has to figure out who's behind it before he has to take the blame...permanently.


This book wasn't my favorite. Basically it was because of 3 things:

  1. I never really felt much sympathy for the main character. He kind of seemed like a slightly incompetent douche. And not a lovable Joe-Morelli type of douche either. The guy struts around and acts all tough and yet he can't even mix his own potions without getting help. Also he gets beat up a lot and I can't say I blame anyone for doing it.

  2. The threats never seemed all that threatening. I was never even a touch concerned for his well being. And it wasn't so much that I didn't care if he lived or died, it was more that nothing evoked a real sense of danger. The main villain seemed more like a big dweeb than a serious threat, and the magic council out to blame him seemed to be fairly inept. Sure the council and the dweeb are powerful, but powerful doesn't equate scary.

  3. It seemed like a combination of Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, Monster, and John Dies at the End. Except that Dirk Gently was more interesting and likeable, Monster was funnier, and John had more interesting villains...and it was funnier.

I did, however, quite enjoy how all the magic seemed to be very grounded. The magic had rules that governed it which made it more interesting than most stories that just go with "It's magic! It can do anything!" and don't bother having any limitations on it. Also I loved the idea that wizards are powerful because they're smart and are good at planning ahead. It was the little things like that that I ended up really enjoying. The plot as a whole didn't interest me, but there were certainly some great parts and clever ideas that made reading it worth it.

Overall I think I'm casting it in a worse light than it actually was. I think my expectations were just a little too high. To provide the counterpoint to my complaints, I will leave this review in the hands of a fan. My friend Maddie was the one who recommended the book and the series is one of her favorites. So here's her thoughts, not on the first book, but on the series as a whole:

http://balanced-flower.blogspot.com/2010/08/review-dresden-files-books.html


        “"What's it doing? Is this the superspeed one, or the teleportation version?"

        Bob coughed. "A little of both, actually. Drink it, and you'll be the wind for a few minutes."

        "The wind?" I eyed him. "I haven't heard of that one before, Bob."

        "I am an air spirit after all." Bob told me. "This'll work fine. Trust me."

        I grumbled, and set the first potion to simmering, then started on the next one. I hesitated, after Bob told me the first ingredient.

        "Tequila?" I asked him, skeptically. "Are you sure on that one? I thought the base for a love potion was supposed to be champagne."

        "Champagne, tequila, what's the difference, so long as it'll lower her inhibitions?" Bob said.

        "Uh, I'm thinking it's going to get us a, um, sleazier result."

        "Hey!" Bob protested, "Who's the memory spirit here! Me or you?"

        "Well—"

        "Who's got all the experience with women here? Me or you?"

        "Bob—"

        "Harry," Bob lectured me, "I was seducing shepherdesses when you weren't even a twinkle in your great-grandcestor's eyes. I think I know what I'm doing."

        I sighed, too tired to argue with him. "Okay, okay. Sheesh. Tequila." I got down the bottle, measured eight ounces into the beaker, and glanced up at the skull.

        "Right. Now, three ounces of dark chocolate."

        "Chocolate?" I demanded.

        "Chicks are into chocolate, Harry."”



56.
Fool
by. Christopher Moore

A comedic and raunchy retelling of Shakespeare's King Lear from the point of view of the fool.


        “Ah, Goneril, Goneril, Goneril—like a distant love chant is her name. Not that it doesn't summon memories of burning urination and putrid discharge, but what romance worth the memory is devoid of the bittersweet?”

I wish more people would do comedic versions of Shakespeare's stories because I've never really cared for Shakespeare's work. There's a website that makes the claim, "If everything is terrible than nothing is." I would say the reverse is also true, "If everything is wonderful than nothing is."

In Shakespeare every line is some eloquent display of wordy prowess, and the result is that it doesn't scan. I grew up with comic books and in a comic your goal is to never have medium interrupt the story. It's the same thing with a good font. You want your form to enhance and frame your work, but you don't want it to interrupt and take away from that work. Thus, when you have to deconstruct every single line of a play you can't appreciate them all and inevitably aren't being fully immersed in the story because you're thinking about the wordplay too much.

But I've digressed. My point is that a modern comedic telling of Shakespeare reformats into a medium that I can happily consume. You don't even need to be familiar with the story of King Lear to appreciate this book. It's well written and the jokes are funny enough to keep you interested. Although, from what I hear, it will add an extra level of humor if you are familiar with the original.


        “Lear sat on his horse outside Castle Albany, howling at the sky like a complete lunatic.

        'May Nature's nymphs bring great lobster-sized vermin to infest the rotted nest of her woman bits, and may serpents fix their fangs in her nipples and wave there until her poisoned dugs go black and drop to the ground like overripe figs!'

        I looked at Kent. 'Built up a spot of steam, hasn't he?' said I.

        'May Thor hammer at her bowels and produce flaming flatulence that wilts the forest and launches her off the battlements into a reeking dung heap!'

        'Not really adhering to any particular pantheon, is he?' said Kent.

        'Oh, Poseidon, send your one-eyed son to stare into her bituminous heart and ignite it with flames of most hideous suffering.'

        'You know,' said I, 'the king seems to be leaning rather heavily on curses, for someone with his unsavory history with witches.'

        'Aye,' said Kent. 'Seems to have steered his wrath toward the eldest daughter, if I'm not mistaken.'

        'Oh, you don't say?' said I. 'Sure, sure, that could be it, I suppose."”



57.
That Is All
by. John Hodgman

The third part of the Hodgman's almanacs of COMPLETE WORLD KNOWLEDGE, and a helpful guide to the end of the world.


        “I appreciate that there are defenders of school sports—football especially—who point out that athletics is not merely a fun, concussive way to make our children fight like gladiators for our amusement. It also teaches young people valuable lessons such as DISCIPLINE, TEAM-WORK, and HOW TO LIVE WITHIN A BRUTAL CASTE SYSTEM THAT YOU WILL NEVER ESCAPE. But if that's the case, why not just have all the children play IN A SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA?”


Few books make me laugh as much as these Hodgman ones. First was Areas of My Expertise, then came More Information Than You Require. Each one hilarious in its own way. The only thing is that the series is so bizarre, it's hard to get across what it really is. In fact, it's bizarre enough that I wouldn't begrudge someone for not finding it to their tastes. But basically this particular one is designed to include all the knowledge you might need when the world inevitably ends in 2012. It is clever and hilarious and I love it. I'll stop trying to describe it and just leave you with another quote.


DARTBURGH, NY: THE DARTHBURGH GARLIC FESTIVAL, SEPTEMBER 25
       
If you like garlic coffee and garlic fruit leather and guys with beards playing Dobro guitars, this festival is for you.

        And here's an insider's tip. If you go to the Dartburgh Garlic Festival, stay at the Howard Johnson's. It's not advertised, but this is where the Hudson Valley Swingers Association meets. You can tell because of the angry man with the chain on his wallet yelling at the receptionist that he shouldn't have to show ID is he's paying in cash while his lady companion, an intensely skinny girl of mysterious age with dry yellow hair, stares vacantly at the rain streaming down the window!

        At night, if you are a swinger or just swing-curious, you can go to Function Room C, where they will have set up some tables, a cheese play from 7-Eleven, and a boom box playing sexy music. Celebrate your life free from the chains of artificial monogamy by meeting a new friend and bringing them back to your room for an intimate encounter while looking at the parking lot.

        Or, if you are not a swinger, you can just hang out in your room, staring at the ceiling in terror.

        THAT IS HOW I SPENT MY FIRST ANNIVERSARY.

        They also have a continental buffet, which I advise you NOT TO TOUCH."”



58.
Food Rules:
An Eater's Manual
by. Michael Pollan

A list of simple rules to help you eat better.


I don't often go in for health books. Despite their good intention they often leave me confused and afraid. Besides, if I was to listen to every health claim out there I wouldn't be able to eat anything. I would be stuck paying out-the-nose amounts of money for top-of-the line organic,vegetarian, no preservative, non-genetically modified, gluten free, fair trade, free range soy paste. I don't care what anyone says, that many adjectives just can't be good for you. While I do believe that a lot of things out there are bad for you, I don't believe all the health-nut fear-mongers who act like eating anything will immediately give you cancer and kill you.

That's why I liked this book. It's short and it's rules for eating are simple and easy to follow. It doesn't tell you to abandon everything you know about food, it doesn't tell you to completely change your lifestyle and dinner menu, and it doesn't try to preach to you. It just offers some easy suggestions on little things you can do to eat healthier. It's easy to read, easy to absorb, and contains some great tips. I'll leave you with a quote from the introduction and a few examples of the food rules.


        “As a journalist I fully appreciate the value of widespread public confusion: We're in the explanation business, and if the answers to the questions we explore got too simple, we'd be out of work. Indeed, I had a deeply unsettling moment when, after spending a couple of years researching nutrition for my last book, In Defense of Food, I realized that the answer to the supposedly incredibly complicated question of what we should eat wasn't so complicated after all, and in fact could be boiled down to just seven words:
Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants.


                “13. Eat only foods that will eventually rot.


                14. Eat foods made from ingredients that you can picture
                        in their raw state or growing in nature.


                20. It's not food if it arrived through the window of your
                        car.


                35. Eat sweet foods as you find them in nature. "In nature,
                        sugars almost always come packaged with fiber,
                        which slows their absorption and gives you a sense of
                        satiety before you've ingested too many calories.
                        That's why you're better off eating the fruit rather
                        than drinking its juice."


                39. Eat all the junk food you want as long as you cook it
                        yourself.


                47. Eat when you're hungry, not when you are bored.


                51. Spend as much time enjoying the meal as it took to
                        prepare it.


                59. Try not to eat alone.”



59.* 60. 62.
One For the Money
Two For the Dough
Three to get Deadly
by. Janet Evanovich

Stephanie Plum is out of work and willing to try anything, so why not a bounty hunter? Well, for starters there's her complete lack of experience, her fear of guns, her crappy car, and her uncanny ability for getting into trouble. But then again...the pay isn't bad.


The first time I read One For the Money was in Japan. It was one of the few books the school's library had in English and I remembered that it was one of my sister's favorites. I wasn't expecting much, but it actually is a lot of fun. My aunt describes books like this potato chip books. They aren't some hearty meal of literature, they're just fun, easy-to-read, and hard to put down. That's a pretty apt description for the series.

Snobs tend to dismiss books like these for their lack of depth, but I think that's just being elitist. It seems to assume that writing a book that'll keep you enthralled and entertained as blow through the book in a single sitting is an easy thing. The characters are great and you really end up caring what happens to them, which engages you into the plot. There really aren't many books out there that can really make me afraid for what was going to happen to a character and these ones are able to do that. Heck, I even feel nervous when some crook threatens her hamster. You'll laugh, you'll feel suspense, it's just a lot of fun. In the end the mystery doesn't really matter, the fun is in watching Stephanie try and handle it all, not for Justice (like so many heroes), but for the cash...and maybe for the prestige of being able to put "Fugitive Apprehension Agent" on your business cards.


        “I locked the Nova, hung my big black bag over my shoulder, and set out. I'd put the fiasco with Mrs. Morelli behind me, and felt pretty damn slick in my suit and heels, toting my bounty hunter hardware. Embarrassing as it was to admit, I was beginning to enjoy the role, thinking there was nothing like packing a pair of cuffs to put the spring into a women's step.

        The gym sat in the middle of its block, over A & K Auto Body. The bay doors to the auto body were open, and catcalls and kissy sounds drifted out to me when I crossed the cement apron. My New Jersey heritage weighed heavy, demanding I respond with a few demeaning comments of my own, but discretion being the better part of valor, I kept my mouth shut and hurried on by.

        Across the street, a shadowy figure pulled back from a filthy third-floor window, the movement catching my attention. Someone had been watching me. Not surprising. I'd roared down the street not once, but twice. My muffler had fallen off first thing this morning, and my engine noise had rumbled off the Stark Street brick storefronts. This wasn't what you'd call an undercover operation.”



61.
Embassytown
China Miéville

On the edge of the known universe sits an alien planet whose inhabitants speak a language that's truly unique. Unlike every other language based in reality and thus has no lies. In the planet's human outpost of Embassytown, Avice Benner Cho has become a part of that language: a living simile. When a strange new ambassador comes to power it disrupts the balance between the humans and the natives and forces Avice into a position where she must set things right.


China Miéville is one of my favorite authors. There are multiple reasons for that, but one of the big ones is that he is able to construct worlds that are vastly different from anything you could have imagined. So often Fantasy stories are all the same. They all just take the same stereo-typical Tolkien worlds of Elves and Dwarves and just insert their story into it. Like buying a premade pie crust and only making the filling.

Miéville, however, always takes the harder road, makes everything from scratch, and it makes all the difference. Take for example the aliens in this story: the Ariekei. These are not your typical Star Trek standards of humans with funny ears. The Ariekei walk on four spider-like legs, have 2 coral-like "wings" (one in front and one in back), and have two mouths. Because their language requires both mouths to speak at once, normal humans are unable to speak it. Couldn't two humans speak it then? Nope, because not only do the words have to be in sync, but the minds behind those the words have to be as well.

How about another typical sci-fi feature: the fact most planets just happen to have a breathable atmosphere? Well, in this book the planet's atmosphere is toxic to humans. Because of this Embassytown has to live within the confines of an atmosphere created by a giant genetic structure called an aeoli that generates their oxygen for them.

And that's what's great about Miéville books: they're different. They're different, they're creative, and those elements make them fascinating. Not only that, but it also makes it hard to pin down what's going to happen next.

But is the book for everyone? Probably not. For one thing, Miéville uses a lot of words that you don't see very often...or ever. I love his vocabulary and word choice, but not everyone likes to have to have a dictionary on-hand. Especially in a sci-fi book where some of the words are for things that don't exist and thus are made up, but you don't know that for sure until you try to look it up. I also can't blame someone if the idea of a story centering around alien linguistics doesn't float their boat. But I thought it was great.


        “Yohn was the second-best southgoer in our group. He couldn't compete with Simmon, the best of all, but Yohn could write his name on the picket fence several slats farther than I. Over some weeks I'd strained to hold my breath longer and longer, and my marks had been creeping closer to his. So he must have been secretly practicing. He'd run too far from the breath of the aeoli. I could imagine him gasping, letting his mouth open and sucking in air with the sour bite of the interzone, trying to go back but stumbling with the toxins, the lack of clean oxygen. He might have been down, unconcious, breathing that nasty stey for minutes.

        'They brought him to me,' the man said again. I made a tiny noise as I suddenly noticed that, half-hidden by a huge ficus, something was moving. I don't know how I'd failed to see it.

        I was a Host. It stepped to the centre of the carpet. I stood immediately, out of the respect I'd been taught and my child's fear. The Host came forward with its swaying grace, in complicated articulation. It looked at me, I think: I think the constellation of forking skin that was it lustreless eyes regarded me. It extended and reclenched a limb. I thought it was reaching for me.

        'It's waiting to see the boy's taken,' the man said. 'If he gets better it'll be because of our Host here. You should say thank you.'

        I did so and the man smiled. He squatted beside me, put his hand on my shoulder. Together we looked up at the strangely moving presence. 'Little eggs,' he said kindly. 'You know it can't hear you? Or, well...that it hears you but only as noise? But you're a good girl, polite.' He gave me some inadequately sweet adult confection from a mantelpiece bowl. I crooned over Yohn, and not only because I was told to. I was scared. My poor friend's skin didn't feel like ksin, and his movements were troubling. The Host bobbled on its legs. As its feet shuffled a dog-sized prescence, its companion. The man looked up into what must be the Host's face. Staring at it, he might have looked regretful, or I might be saying that because of things I later knew.

        The Host spoke.

        Of course I'd seen its like many times. Some lived in the interstice where we dared ourselves to play. We sometimes found ourselves facing them, as they walked with crablike precision on whatever their tasks were, or even ran, with a gait that made them look as if they must fall, though they did not. We say them tending the flesh walls of their nests, or what we thought of as their pets, those whispering companion animal things. We would quieten abruptly down in their presence and move away from them. We mimicked the careful politeness our shiftparents showed them. Our discomfort, like that of the adults we learned it from, outweighed any curiosity at the strange actions we might see the Hosts performing.

        We would hear them speak to each other in their precise tones, so almost like our voices. Later in our lives a few of us might understand some of what they said, but not yet, and never really me.

        I'd never been so close to one of the Hosts. My fear for Yohn distracted me from all I'd otherwise feel from this proximity to the thing, but I kept it in my sight, so it could not surprise me, so when it rocked closer to me I shied away abruptly and broke off whispering to my friend.”