| Carl "Alfalfa" Switzer |
[Dec. 17th, 2009|02:23 pm] |
According to Wikipedia:
On January 25, 2001, a third witness came forward and gave his version of the events of January 21, 1959. The witness, 56-year-old Tom Corrigan, son of Western movie star Ray "Crash" Corrigan and stepson of Moses Stiltz, was present the night Switzer was killed.
"It was more like murder," Corrigan told reporters. He said he heard the knock on the front door and heard Switzer say "Western Union for Bud Stiltz". Corrigan's mother, Rita Corrigan, opened the door to find a drunk and demanding Switzer complaining about a perceived, months-old debt. Switzer entered the house followed by Jack Piott and stated that he was going to beat Stiltz. Stiltz greeted Switzer with a .38-caliber revolver in his hand. Tom Corrigan claimed to witness Switzer grab the revolver and the two began struggling to gain control over it. Piott broke a glass-domed clock over Stiltz's head whose eye swelled shut. During the struggle the gun fired into the ceiling and Tom Corrigan was struck in the leg by a piece of shrapnel. After the initial shot, his two younger sisters ran to a neighbor's house to call for help. "Well, we shot Tommy, enough of this," he remembers Switzer saying before Switzer and Piott started to retreat. Corrigan had just stepped out the front door when he heard a second shot go off behind him. He did not see his stepfather shoot Switzer, but when he turned around he saw Switzer sliding down the wall with a surprised look on his face shot in the groins. Corrigan said he spotted a closed penknife at Switzer's side which he presumed fell out of his pocket or his hand. He then witnessed his stepfather back Piott into the kitchen counter and threaten to kill him, but as the man begged for his life, they heard emergency sirens which is why Corrigan believed Stiltz didn't shoot him again. Corrigan recalled that his stepfather, Bud Stiltz, lied in his account of the event to the authorities.[5]
Following the shooting, Corrigan claims a now-deceased Los Angeles Police Department detective, Pat Pow, interviewed him and asked him if he would testify before a judge. Corrigan claims to have agreed, although for unknown reasons he was never called before the coroner's jury. "He didn't have to kill him," Corrigan said.[citation needed]
Carl Switzer is interred at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery in Hollywood, California. His death went virtually unnoticed in the media, as Switzer died on the same day as Cecil B. DeMille. Switzer received only minor footnotes in most newspapers, while DeMille's obituary dominated the columns.
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| The Simpsons Movie |
[Dec. 17th, 2009|12:19 pm] |
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 When I was a kid, I had quite a selection of Simpsons t-shirts. Bartman, Don't have a cow, and a couple of others. This series has been around since Detroit's channel 50 joined the then-fledgeling Fox network. I remember sitting down and watching the first episode in my parents' family room. Circa In Living Color, if I'm not mistaken.
That said, even I can have my Simpsons tank fill up. The movie was pretty much a Simpsons episode, but longer and being given full reign on screwing with the setting. It was entertaining, and for that I give it three stars.
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| 28 Weeks Later |
[Dec. 17th, 2009|12:10 pm] |
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| | REM - Endgame [Instrumental] - Out of Time | ] |
 What? Dr. Rush from Stargate: Universe? What're you doing here? *shakes head* Getting chased by rage zombies, it looks like. This one seemed like a sequel for sequel's sake, nothing more. It was entertaining, the acting was good, and there were two shiny ideas thrown in for good measure - carriers (infected, but no symptoms) and parental instincts vs. TEH RAGEZ0RZ. All the characters that I wanted to see survive didn't, and then they go to France. Three stars.
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| Sharper Image Photo Viewer (keychain) Flunks Tests! |
[Dec. 17th, 2009|08:38 am] |
Don't buy one of the Sharper Image Pocket Photo Viewers that's keychain-sized or credit card-sized, with or without clock. I have spent a frustrating couple of days trying to get one that doesn't error out either before or after uploading photos, and I can't get one that continues to work. I've had one that did talk to the photo editing software and appeared to work for a while, but now it has gone screenblank. GaaaAAAAaaaaAAAhhh!
I've been to the website of the place that actually makes the thing, and one of the ones I have has been discontinued. Still, they had the updated software there to download, so I got that and ran it. Then I could get the PC to recognize the viewer and run the software--and it allowed me to put fifty cropped photos on. So I thought, yay! I'm going to have a special stocking stuffer for Hubby, Mama, Auntie, and sister-in-law after all.
But then when I exited the software, the device still had a red battery icon. The manual said to just leave it plugged into the USB port for up to seven hours to get an initial charge. Fine.
This morning, I returned to the scene of the crime, er, keyboard to find the device turned into a doorstop that isn't even heavy enough for Barbie's Dream House. It won't come on even when connected or disconnected or whatnot. I don't believe my PC overcharged it, but maybe. Still, they don't SAY you have to time this charging perfectly. That you could burn it out.
Or maybe it's just a hardware failure. Whichever . . . they're all going back today. I realize that if a software nerd can't load the pix and make the device play nice, then my aunt and mother have no chance of making it work. *And* the photo loading software has this teensy little crop box that is so small you can hardly see to do it, so I'm not sure that any of my gift recipients could ever add new photos (they're all nearsighted.)
I could get 'em all iPod Touches, if I had won the lottery. As usual, I didn't. So maybe I'll get them a Chia President Head. Surely everyone wants one of those?! |
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| What is story telling? |
[Dec. 16th, 2009|01:30 pm] |
I always say that I consider myself a story teller first and a writer second. People tell stories in different ways. When I went to see a co-worker's son perform a recital, he mentioned that he liked to do show tunes because musical theater was just story telling set to music. For the first time, I felt an instant sense of kinship with a musician— not something easy to do when you have a tin ear.
Dance can be a kind of story telling, as can painting, and, of course, telling stories out loud. If I had a timescope that allowed me to look back at history, I would be interested to know which came first, dance as story telling or spoken story telling. Music in the form of songs would have to come after the development of language, but dance could have been around before that.
Someone on Twitter recently asked people to tweet back their most memorable book of the year, and in reviewing the books I read, I came to the conclusion that what makes a book live in my memory is the characters. The more real the characters are to me, the more I remember them and the book. They don't have to be nice— although I do have to care what happens to them— but they do have to be real.
One of my all time favorite books is The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. She's also known for The Little Princess and Little Lord Fauntleroy, but none of her other books resonated with me the same way that TSG did. The main character of TSG is Mary Lennox, a little girl who well-off parents spoiled her but neglected her. They turned her care over to servants who were afraid of the tiny tyrant she became. When the story opens, she is a proper little bitch, unlike the sappy, saccharine-sweet Cedric Errol, Lord Fauntleroy, who is remembered today mostly for his velvet suit and curls, or little princess Sara Crewe, who seems unable to hold a decent grudge even when she's treated horribly. Over time Mary becomes more likable because she learns she is not, in fact, the center of the universe, but she still keeps her core sense of prickliness. It should be noted that she is the only one with bad parents. Sara's widowed father doted on her, and Cedric's widowed mother is practically a candidate for sainthood.
So, the same writer created three very different young characters, and for me, the one who works best is the one who changes most and seems most realistic. That sums things up for me. Story telling is character building. It helps to be a good writer, but if you can't create memorable characters, then it won't matter how well you string the words together.
Got any characters who make or break a story for you?
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| Mini book review: Chinese Spatial Strategies |
[Dec. 16th, 2009|12:19 pm] |
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Jianfei Zhu's Chinese Spatial Strategies: Imperial Beijing, 1420-1911 will likely be of interest primarily to those wanting an in-depth look at the layout of Beijing and/or obsessive-compulsive world-builders (I leave it to you to guess which one I am), but both groups will find it quite interesting and useful.
Chinese Spatial Strategies is primarily an illustration of the application of urban design theory to Beijing, which results in paragraphs like this:
"What constitutes the figure-ground map, at an abstract level, are not only nodes, but also lines, of avenues, streets and alleyways. These lines, defined and compressed by blocks, criss-crossed the city, constituting a net-like fabric of urban space. Linear streets, together with nodal areas, dominated the landscape. While streets facilitated linear flow of movement, nodal areas accommodated the commercial, cultural, and religious life life of the local population. The two overlapped significantly, creating a spectacle of congestion and vitality. Urban civic life overpowered the setting in the Chinese context, which may be contrasted to the European situation in which the setting was dominating and architecturally elaborate on the high, large facades. One could even speculate that, at the level of spatial layout, a generative path of Chinese urbanity was based on a web of lines and nodes, whereas that in Europe was based on the core of an agora. While the first had an origin in total planning and an emphasis on efficacy, the second had a tradition of local growth, local autonomy and competition, and an emphasis on frontal display and formal, architectural spectacle."
Dry, yes, but Chinese Spatial Strategies is amply supplied with maps and charts, a number of which are historical, and some of which are high Qing-era, and these do a lot to illustrate the points being made. By the book's end you'll be half-stunned with the more theoretical and abstruse material (unless you're made of sterner stuff than I), but you'll also have a solid grounding in both the evolution of Beijing and the theories which influenced its evolution. Chinese Spatial Strategies also has useful passages on the guilds of Beijing (something I confess to being entirely ignorant of before now), historical trends of urban policing in Beijing, and the theory and practice of concubine placement, to wit:
"...there were distances that separated them from the emperor. There were metrical as well as structural, topological distances on the paths between them. The lanes that related to the emperor's to the lades' locations involved metrical length, change of directions and layers of boundaries made by walls and gates. They created spatial distance of different kinds, generating an overall effect of distancing. They engineered a subtle 'gap' between the master and the women. They made the spatial relationship, paradoxically but effectively, both close and distant."
Of course, Beijing's the imperial capital, so it's a special case among Chinese cities. Skinner's The City in Late Imperial China looks like it will be more useful than Chinese Spatial Strategies for places like Guangzhou.
Oh, and Chinese Spatial Strategies has a kick-ass bibliography. I've now got two dozen new articles and books to read, none of which I knew about before I opened Chinese Spatial Strategies.
So, yeah, recommended. |
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| Horoscopes |
[Dec. 15th, 2009|09:50 pm] |
9 December 2009
TAURUS (April 20-May 20): The evidence is incontrovertible: You have definitely acquired more power in 2009. Whether that means you are now sitting in a corner office bossing around a gaggle of subordinates, I don't know. What I do know is that you are in greater charge of your own destiny. You know yourself much better, and are smarter about providing yourself with what you need, when you need it. You have gained access to enormous new reserves of willpower, in part by harnessing the energy of your obsessive tendencies. Blind fate just doesn't have the same control over your life as it used to. More than ever before, you're making decisions based on what's really good for you rather than on your unconscious compulsions.
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16 December 2009
TAURUS (April 20-May 20): Scientists say that pretty much everywhere you go on this planet, you are always within three feet of a spider. That will be an especially useful and colorful truth for you to keep in mind during 2010. Hopefully it'll inspire you to take maximum advantage of your own spider-like potentials. It's going to be web-spinning time, Taurus: an excellent phase in your long-term life cycle to weave an extended network -- with you at the hub -- that will help you catch an abundance of the resources you need.
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| Another Process Post |
[Dec. 15th, 2009|09:35 am] |
This is another post about the process I'm using to finish up PHAT FAIRY. It will not interest you unless you are one of the people who like process posts.
( Read more... )
The book has ended up much stronger as a result of this pass and I'd like to think everything makes sense now in what is essentially a third draft. I guess we'll see.
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| Three Dreams About My Family |
[Dec. 15th, 2009|08:45 am] |
I can remember three dreams from last night/ this morning, all of them having some connection to my family. Which makes sense, considering I spent the weekend in Florida due to the unveiling of my father's grave marker.
In the first dream, I was driving along in my Jeep at high speed, trying to keep up with a pterodactyl that was flying alongside me. For some reason, I was attempting to place a colander on its head like a hat. I kept almost getting it, but after multiple tries, the thing grabbed it in its mouth and dropped it to the ground. The whole time this was going on, my mother was continually telling me I was doing it wrong.
In the second dream, I was in some sort of Biggest Loser-like reality show, which now that I'm awake I can't really understand, since in real life I'm in no shape to be eligible for such show. But in the dream it made sense. I noticed one of the other contestants carrying a wad of cash, and I realized she was taking bets from the other participants as to which of us would be tossed off the show that week. I called her on it, said she shouldn't be doing it, that she should be thrown off the show, that I was going public with the info. As a result, I was visited by the guy in charge of the show, who in the dream was being played by a rather menacing ... Harvey Keitel. He wanted to know why I'd want to make trouble for his show, and I explained why I was so offended, which included me telling him that perhaps I was sensitized to the issue because of having grown up with my grandfather the bookie (about whom many stories were told during my real life post-cemetery weekend). I woke while making my case, so the dream never arrived at any conclusion.
In the final dream before waking, I had been asked for some reason to appear in a play at a school for young kids. I was to perform as the Hunter in "Little Red Riding Hood." The Wolf was going to be played by Robert DeNiro. The dream mostly took place in my home as I was choosing what clothes to wear for the performance. My mom asked me where the play was going to be performed, and I began to tell her, but when I realized she wanted to sneak into the school without an invitation, I stopped in middle of reciting the address.
It seems that though I'm home in West Virginia, my subconscious is still back in Florida. |
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| Knowledge must forever govern ignorance |
[Dec. 15th, 2009|02:27 am] |
James Madison says.... and the people who mean to govern themselves must arm themsevles with the power with which knowledge gives. 1822.
What is happening with the reduction of journalism? When we lose our journalists, we lose our source of information.
Perhaps, you say, journalism isn't declining, just changing, moving to the web. Well, yes, we still have information and tons of it, but do we have good, solid journalism? I don't see it. I see tidbits here and there. But let's face it, most web info sites don't pay all that well. Who's gonna go do that digging into serious problems for a pittance? Well, we might get one or two well-meaning, dedicated news persons, and those many fanatics out there who'll write anything just to be heard.
But, who's gonna dig up the Watergates and the levy faults that could have helped during Katrina and question the authenticity of "weapons of mass destruction"? Apparently, not us, because we didn't do a very good job on those things. We didn't do it well, if at all, and we didn't do it LOUD ENOUGH.
With BELO and the Dallas Morning News now being run by the bean counters and sales departments, what kind of news do you think the readers in Big D will be reading? Do you think a journalist will be willing to piss off a lucrative advertser with their story? Or will the editor's editor, whomever that might be, nix it?
I'm no journalist. I have a couple of writing gigs at the Examiner.com and they are fun. But I don't go digging into the nitty gritty.
I miss newspapers already, and they aren't even (completely) dead yet. I think we'll always have some papers, like the biggies--NY Times, Washington Post-- but do you always want those papers to be your end all of news? Yeah, we have cnn.com, and who's biasing those reports? And all the other Fox news, ABC, blah blah. But can you trust them?
I miss the Dallas Times Herald in the afternoons. I miss the smell of news with my Dad's after dinner coffee and cigerette (not that I miss the smoke, just the rememberance of it). Of how he cursed the news, cursed politics, but he read that damned paper and then cursed when it closed.
More and more journalists are out of work, taking what work they can, setting up shop on their own if they can, many finding new careers. Hard to do in a country with apparently few jobs for news nowadays. Soon, not only our customer service will be unintelligible (as it is now, can you understand them? I can't), but our news will be just as garbled and make just as much sense.
What will America have left? When all is shipped overseas, we will be even worse than the Europeans and the Brits. We are sequestered here between two huge oceans, costing $$ to ship and import. What will we have left to do here if everything else is done way over there, across the ocean?
Knowledge must forever govern ignorance. What we'll have left are a lot of ignorant people. |
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| My Father's Unveiling |
[Dec. 14th, 2009|10:43 pm] |
If you follow me on twitter or facebook, you already know how I spent the past few days. For the rest of you ...
I flew down to Florida Friday so I could participate in the unveiling for my father, Barney Edelman, who passed away January 27, 2009. For those unaware of such Jewish traditions, an unveiling is when, around a year after death, the marker on a person's grave is revealed to the world.
The reason the unveiling was held Sunday, rather than on a date closer to the anniversary of Dad's death, is because he and Mom met 57 years ago yesterday, on December 13, 1952. Mom felt it was right to choose that date, that there was a certain symmetry to it. Since they were an unbreakable couple. and had been married 55 years—he died four days after that anniversary—it seemed proper to my brother and me as well.
Here's what I saw at the Star of David cemetery Sunday.
It felt odd to be snapping a picture after such an emotional event, and yet ... I don't live in Florida. I won't be able to visit him often. I wanted a picture so I could visit with him at any time I chose. If that's a sin, well, I'm guilty.
I'm home now, exhausted from an emotionally draining weekend. But before I crash, I thought I should pop up here to say that I'm back, and that we'll soon resume our regular programming, already in progress. |
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| Is Random House the alpha male of the publishing pack? |
[Dec. 14th, 2009|10:04 pm] |
Technology offers us many good things. This Thursday my daughter will fly home from Arizona in less than a day. When we pick her up at the airport, my husband will have his cell phone in his pocket when he dives into the bowels of BWI to hunt for her, while I will have my own phone in the car— and my daughter will have yet a third phone. My sister has two brand new knees that work much better than the ones she had replaced.
But sometimes technology makes things complicated. Book contracts used to cover things like royalty rates for hardback versus paperback, and the definition of out-of-print. The emergence of books in digital form, either as ebooks or as POD books, makes a lot of those contracts abruptly outdated. Random House isn't waiting for anyone to pass new laws; they've announced a preemptive strike by declaring that because their default book contracts give them exclusive rights to publish in book form, they therefore own rights to publish most of their backlist titles as ebooks. Agents Richard Curtis and Kristin Nelson have weighed in with their view of RH's actions: Nelson called them brazen and Curtis likens them to a wolf marking his territory— not terribly polite when you consider how a wolf marks territory, but what the hey.
If you think about it, RH is declaring that a book is a book, whether in print form or digital. I can actually agree with that sentiment, except I don't see it as belonging in a contract that spells out royalties based on formats and doesn't specifically say "digital format." Of course, I'm also not familiar with RH's standard wording. They are promising to produce the ebooks with the same care and attention that they pay to print books, which would be a nice change for ebooks.
Considering how publishers are always lambasting Amazon for being greedy, RH seems to have its own fondness for all the revenue it can grab. As my nephew used to say in such situations, "Pot 1 to kettle 2, you're black."
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[Dec. 14th, 2009|02:25 pm] |
I am working hard. Thus, posting has fallen by the wayside.
Herewith a few links.
David B. Coe posts about
The Ideal Writer.
1. The Ideal Writer hits his deadlines.
Ulp. Anyway, very good post.
via ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) rwglaub: Back from combat, women struggle for acceptance. (I note that this article is in the Marine Corps Times, so this is coming from within.)
“We just want to know that when we come home, America has our back,” Chase said. “That’s the biggest thing. Women are over there. You want to feel like you’re coming home to open arms, rather than to a public that doesn’t acknowledge you for what you’ve just done and what you just sacrificed.”
On a more triumphant note, the Honolulu Marathon was run yesterday, with 20,609 starting and 20,321 finishing (pretty good, eh?). A long article on the male race, but also a long article on the female race, won by Svetlana Zakharova, which I was pleased to see. The top female finisher came in 10th overall (amazing, yeah?). But even better, the level of camaraderie among marathoners, the particulars and details of how one runs a race, and how people help each other out--and, in this case, the respect being shown by elite male athletes to the elite female athletes, really struck me:
While most marathon drama happens late in the race, this one developed early in the dark. Yuko Manabe, the Japanese pacesetter, winced and grabbed her sides, and dropped out three miles into the race that started at 5 a.m. Manabe, who led the pack of five female runners, was to set the pace for Shimahara. Her premature departure forced Shimahara to temporarily lead the pack, but a group of male runners took turns running with the group and set the pace for them. Ironically, the pace increased after Manabe dropped out, and Shimahara said she was able to key off the men.
"She fell off so quickly at 5k, (I) had to then switch over and just run (my) own pace rather than that of a pacemaker," Shimahara said.
. . . . Shimahara said she knew Zakharova's move at 30k was coming, but couldn't go with her. Coming into the race, the biggest question surrounding Shimahara was her condition. Yesterday was her fourth marathon of the year and third since August. She said she was not fatigued from all the racing, but just wasn't strong enough to move with Zakharova.
"I just had a marathon one month ago and this felt more like it was going to be a challenge," Shimahara said. "I did come here aiming to win the race, but I consider it more of a challenge. It's the shortest gap I've ever had between two marathons."
Zakharova continued to push alongside Yasukazu Miyazato of Japan, one of the male runners who had been running with the women's group earlier. By the time she was running through Kahala in mile 22, her lead over Shimahara increased to about 200 meters.
Zakharova had 5:40 splits for the next few miles, running alongside Miyazato. He even offered her a sponge at the 24th-mile water station.
Miyazato also finished in 2:28:34. |
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| Gift Suggestions |
[Dec. 14th, 2009|02:16 pm] |
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I am looking for Christmas gift suggestions for a six year old and nine year old, both girls. I'd prefer something that helps with their upkeep, so to speak, like suggestions for school supplies or other things necessary to existence, but I'm also not opposed to the frivolous, heh. Would like to keep the total bill around 40 or 50 bucks. Before you ask, I know little about them beyond gender. |
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| Daily slogging |
[Dec. 14th, 2009|07:14 pm] |
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http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TobiasBuckell/~3/6yyHR8d4QP4/ http://www.tobiasbuckell.com/2009/12/14/daily-slogging/ In some ways, I feel like I’m learning to write all over again these days. One, because I’m really forcing myself to use, and consider voice more than I have before. It means I read each paragraph as I write and think “is that how this character would flavor that paragraph?” And then I rewrite it several times, then move on. It’s slow going each day.
Second, due to the higher than normal amount of freelance work I did this year, I spent less time, in pure hours a day, writing fiction this year than I have in a long time. So it’s like going to the gym after being in a cast for a while. Feels funny, isn’t as strong.
And yet, the words are rockin’, because I’m pushing myself to a whole new level. And that’s exciting for me.
Still doesn’t make that daily slog easier, though. Every day, you need to have those pages written. It’s one foot in front of the other, one word after another.
The app Freedom helps though (by disabling internet access for a predetermined length of time).
Keeps you from giving up due to the hard and headed off to do something else distracting. Like say, a blog post… |
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| Listen to me. |
[Dec. 14th, 2009|10:34 am] |
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The mp3 of my IEET seminar talk, "Those Who Cannot Remember Doc Savage Are Condemned To Repeat Him: The 20th Century Backlash Against Posthuman Bodybuilders," is up here. |
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| Peter Watts vs. U.S. Border guards— in case you hadn't heard |
[Dec. 13th, 2009|07:30 pm] |
Because Worldcon this past year was in Montreal, and because I signed up to participate in programming, I met Peter Watts for the first time. I knew his name but had never read his books because I don't read much hard science fiction. Blindsight is one of his best known books, although he also has a series called The Rifters Trilogy.
I met him because he was moderating the panel "Why Hard SF So Seldom Crosses Genres" or something like that. Peter was the perfect moderator because he's Mr. Hard SF— or in his case, Dr. Hard SF, as he in fact a scientist. He was also charming. a good moderator who kept things moving, and very kind to a programming newbie. He does have a quirky sense of humor; his idea of stirring things up was to announce that The Lord of the Rings was hard science fiction.
So how did this guy end up spending a night in jail and facing a fine and a 2-year prison sentence? Well, that's the question. The account in the Toronto Star does a balanced job of describing the event. Read that and come back.
Most of the US media seems to parrot the US Border Police's version of the story. The Twitterverse, however, has been humming about it and organizing support. The gang at Boing Boing, who pretty much broke the story, have pointed out that even in the best of circumstances, Peter will need help with his legal bills. If you feel moved to support him, the info on how to do that is available on the Boing Boing link above. Some folks have been buying his books; others (like me) have donated through PayPal.
If you want to know Peter's feelings on the matter, he has posted on his site about it. It's a good illustration of the principle that the one thing you don't want to do is piss off an eloquent person with a platform.
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