You know those times?

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You know those times when you think: “I’ll just open up that game and see if I can’t finish off that really tough level” and the next thing you know you’ve retaken Guadalcanal?

Yeah. I shouldn’t be having those times.

Usually, I would post this in a review roundup…

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… but I want to talk about it a little. The blog linked below doesn’t list the reviewer’s name (at least not where I could find it) but the Google Alert that directed me there said it was written by one “David Marshall.” Check this out:

There’s a fantastic market for spin-offs, sequels when one story arc has finished, and prequels. And those prequels can go back as far as you want into childhood. Hey, you could even write some for the YA market. Get them hooked on your heroes young and they’ll follow in lockstep into the adult serial. It’s a trail of breadcrumbs to riches. That means never starting at a beginning because, by our definition (on our contract terms to be negotiated) there’s no such thing as a beginning, just a point of origin tetralogy.” So poor unpublished Harry Connolly looks at the dollar signs written into the contract for his first novel, acts on what the publisher says, changes the title and sells his second novel.

“Poor unpublished Harry Connolly” pretty much describes me when I was doing the last polish on Child of Fire. I would have made “Poor” my first name and “Unpublished” my middle if I could have afforded the courthouse fees. But I couldn’t. I was poor.

Of course, now that I’m published, I’m as rich as a Wall St. con man, and I’m famous on the internet. The review I linked to above is a pretty positive one, all things considered, so why comment on it? There are lots of reviews out there. What strikes me here are two distinct points the poster is making (roughly speaking):

1) That I published Child of Fire, which is not the beginning of Ray’s story, for a big wad of cash, with any existing prequels held back for even larger wads later on, and

2) That I structured Child of Fire as a thriller for commercial reasons but I could have written something more satisfying (which I read to mean “not a potboiler” and “more art/less formula”).

Formula!! ::clutches pearls and faints::

Let’s break it down! (Detailed blathering, including the bad-literary version of Child of Fire behind the cut) Continue reading

This is why legal documents are not equal to a marriage certificate

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Outrage.

Followup to Armbinder’s article

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Gretchen Reynolds writes about the latest research in exercise.

It’s interesting stuff, covering the differences between men and women and touching on the benefits of light vs. vigorous exercise. I can foresee the new weight loss trend just as the wave crests–Don’t go to the gym! Put your home computer on a countertop!–but it’s interesting how focussed the piece was on weight loss rather than health.

Yay Museum of Flight!

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The layout is kinda funky, and why did the WW1 and WW2 planes have to be in such a dark environment? (My wife thinks it’s to preserve the planes, but I’m doubtful.) I had to take those photos w/out the flash on my little camera, so I apologize if I blurred the picture by moving during a long exposure.

But aside from that, it’s really a fantastic place. Truly awesome and amazing.

Here’s the Gossamer Albatross II, the human-powered plane from a few years ago.

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Here’s a V1 rocket and cruise missile

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And here’s a chart showing several different aviation maneuvers. You’ll have to click through to see it at the “large” or “original” size if you want to read it.

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And there are 70+ pics in the set over on Flickr, including some shots of the mockup of a lab in the international space station, WW1 bi-planes, the lunar rover, a couple jet engines, and so on. We almost toured the inside of Air Force One (a mockup, I’m sure) but my son had had enough before we got to it. I don’t know squat about planes, but it sure was fun being there.

See the whole set here.

Randomness for 4/17

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1) Hire an evil clown to stalk your child! Does this scream “Media hoax!” to anyone else?

2) This only needs one word: iPie.

3) Short hair is the new long hair.

4) Deleted

5) Automated online blackmail.

6) The internet was made for this: Betty White in a Metal Bikini Wielding a Flaming Chainsaw While Riding a John Ritter Centaur

7) The trustworthiness of beards. via pnh’s Sidelights.

I love my wife.

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Really, I love her like crazy.

But she uses a pencil to mark her place in books. Hardbacks. Right up close to the spine.

At this point, I’ve gotten in the habit replacing the pencil with a combination of one actual bookmark and a little nagging. But I love her anyway.

Armbinder’s “Beating Obesity” and half-hearted measures

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Has everyone (with an interest in the subject) read Marc Ambinder’s “Beating Obesity” article in The Atlantic? He’s posted responses to some of the most common replies, but they’re only marginally interesting.

What is interesting to me, aside from the news that bariatric surgery often cures type 2 diabetes, sometimes immediately(!), is that the author acknowledges the tremendously difficult challenge the country faces, and basically admits that there are powerful cultural forces driving the rates of obesity of the last 30 years. (For the record, they’ve doubled.)

Armbinder himself was obese for a while, but a year ago, after trying and failing to lose weight in many different ways, he underwent bariatric surgery. To which I say: Damn. I’m older than him and over-weight myself, but would I take a one-half of one percent risk of dying on the operating table? Hell, no. I’d spend the thirty grand (with no insurance coverage) he paid on personal trainers (something I’m sure he did himself). It wouldn’t work, of course. It would never work. But five deaths out of a thousand? I hate those odds.

But the man had a problem. He tried to address it conventionally many times. It didn’t work. He went for the extreme solution. You can click on the link to see the change he’s had in a year.

Which is great for him! But the nation as a whole (and other developed nations as well) are facing their own intractible problem. Shame, tongue-clucking, “fitness initiatives” and the other half-measures don’t work. So what does he suggest? An extreme solution?

Well, no. Because he’s a political writer. He mentions the various solutions that advocates propose and talks about how they get in each other’s way. He looks at policy that can be implemented without too much fuss. He talks hopefully (barely hopefully) about Michelle Obama’s voluntary guidelines for agribusiness, about food labeling (which doesn’t work anyway), about subsidies for fruit and vegetables (since you’ll never be able to take away corn subsidies in this political environment), and zoning/public transportation changes (lemme know how that works out for you, I’ll be over here holding my breath).

But what we need is an end to food commercials aimed at kids. We need to stop subsidizing HFCS to the extent we currently do. We need to tax sugary drinks and monster portions at restaurants. And we can’t stop there.

As Ambinder says, all these solutions are additive. What’s more, even the “extreme” solutions I’m suggesting–solutions that would never make it through Congress or survive in the media–might not be extreme enough (“Free stomach stapling with every Wii Fit Plus!”). But can we see a way toward a solution, or is our political and cultural framework too timid? I’m afraid the answer looks to be “timid.”

Note: Whenever I (or anyone) talks about fat, people will inevitably comment about “self-indulgence,” “willpower,” “personal responsibility.” Don’t do that here. There’s a place for people to talk about the personal failings of fat people, and how those failing made them what they are. That place is called Everywhere, All The Time. For this post, I’m drawing a circle around the comment sections and asking people to take those discussions into their own spaces.

I’m off to the Museum of Flight with the fam today. Enjoy.

Health and vision insurance

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If my rent went up by 10 percent a year, that would be a horror show.

If my electric bill went up by 8.8 percent a year, I’d be rendering oils for my lanterns before the end of the decade.

But because these increases are happening in my vision and health care insurance (respectively), I’m supposed to be grateful, because those increases have been bartered down from 17%.

Even stranger, my supervisor and co-workers keep talking about how they “don’t know how much longer I’ll be sticking with my job” because hey! writer! As soon as I become rich enough, I’ll be ditching the old day job for self-employment! Any week now, right?

I kid you not, writing full-time is something I want so badly I can taste it. But if it takes a corporation to bargain down premium increases to “only” 8.8%, how am I going to afford insurance on my own, esp over the long term?

Real reform can’t come fast enough.

Child of Fire reviews, Part (lucky) 13

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Behind the cut, as always: Continue reading