Watched a movie called Tracks. Not that good of a movie, but it made a good point. The decision to leave is the actual beginning of the journey. Even though no one knows where a journey will lead and we cannot even be sure where it ends, the beginning always comes when we choose to leave.
Archive for ‘April, 2015’
Hyper-rational people reject smaller superstitions in favor of one larger one, the idea that the universe is rational and is best navigated by rational means.
Nothing against that idea, because it’s the best one we’ve had yet. But it sure doesn’t explain everything.
The rational are utterly convinced of the primacy of their myth. It reminds me of monotheism.
Maybe Judaism and Christianity worked for so long because monotheism is very inspiring to the hyper-rational personality. Those people get stuff done.
The non-ironic reclamation of the banjo is troubling to me. I would prefer, as a general rule, to not be reminded of the music of the Kentucky of my childhood. Banjos are better than country rock radio stations and cover bands called the Crackerboys, but it all runs together in my head.
Today is 420. Happy 420, the worst holiday. The day of the Deepwater Horizon explosion and the Columbine Massacre. Hitler’s birthday.
And where does 420 come from? Well, if the legend is true, it comes from a code that the police for pot. You know, before busting everyone and sending them to jail because that’s what they did in those dark days.
Every year on this day I like to remind stoners, hey, get a better holiday.
Day after tax day. I wonder where money is going.
Sometimes I suspect there is some sort of weird AI behind the internet that wants to give us all the money we want but knows that we can’t figure out how to take it, so it has to figure out different tricks to get it to us while triggering our meatspace feelings of “deserve.”
If I learned nothing else in 2014, it’s that you can’t just give people things that they don’t deserve. Even if you want them to have them, they can’t take them and they can’t use them until they’ve earned it in their own eyes. I don’t know why but it’s the way we are.
Book six of Fief! I have finally decided to do a story without a standardized spelling for the title. Because, honestly, why on earth not?
Anyway, this is a good one, I like this one. Leda in the real world is one tough customer. This next book is all about her unique approach to problem solving and her ability to turn an ordinary day into a terrifying expression of brutality.
I’m still working on Cloudhopper.
For that matter, I’m still working on War on Christmas. I took a two year digression to write Harper’s Ferry, which was not what I meant to do. But after two years it’s getting done, so these projects are finally getting their time back in the sun.
Since Gewel gets to go to life drawing class twice a week for UT, the deal has been that I get to go once a week to AVAA, and I’ve been exercising that right pretty consistently and thoroughly. I’ve even been drawing through the whole session, beginning to end, exactly like you’re supposed to.
When you start drawing the reflected light on a life drawing model, you’re starting to nerd out, and it’s time for another pose. But, man, reflections never get old.