Sorry for the long silent spell: family obligations, croupy babies, a big-deal election, and the kinda work that pays net 45 or better has kept me from my appointed rounds. In the meantime, a couple totally mundane updates.
First, nostalgia trip! My dad was cleaning out his home office and came across this little fella (as well as a smattering of very well-played with figures much the worse for wear):
{*squeeeeeee!*}
Also, I’ve begun Holiday Gift prep with two unbroken hours of zesting organic lemons (which also means I’m stocked up for Hot Lemonade and Bourbon Season–which is a much more narrowly recognized seasonal celebration mostly practiced within the confines of my home):
I’ll post the recipe some day soonish, since it’s easy (although a little time consuming), ripe for riffing, and the results make everyone *super happy*!
Author: dave-o
RECOMMENDED READING: Just Ride: A Radically Practical Guide to Riding Your Bike by Grant Peterson
Although this is framed as a manifesto by a former bike-racer-turned-designer/bike-populist, railing against what “racer mentality” has done to the otherwise universal American pastime of “riding bikes,” I’m *manically* recommending it to anyone who likes to pedal. It’s a great, great book: a quick, fun read composed of short, tightly focused practical articles. the book is *packed* with excellent advice on fitness, maintenance, bike fitting, and riding techniques. E.g., this was the first I’d heard about using your hips to assist cornering, and it’s *changed my life.* I disagree with him about helmets (since I started riding daily in a city full of drivers-from-elsewhere, I’m *deeply* committed to my relationship with my brain bucket), but his points about how to own a slightly larger slice of the road by giving the *impression* that you’re an incompetent rider has been revelatory.
I’ve never been tainted by the bike-racing headspace (I’m *waaaaaay* to lazy to be into competitive *anything*), but I read this book in a single day, and have been going back to it frequently since, applying Peterson’s tips to my bike, diet, and exercise regimen. Get a copy, read it, and keep it close at hand.
If there’s a whack-ass Yoda hat at the center of the Universe, then this is the point farthest from
A pal posted pics on Facebook of her two boys dressed as Luke Skywalker and Yoda. They looked *rad* as HELL, and I just basically freaked out, I loved the knitted Yoda hat so much. She obliged with the pattern she riffed on to make it, and I furnish that to you, here, now. Enjoy, my little yarn-crafters!
Ravelry: You Seek Yoda Hat pattern by Nancy Lutz
(thx, steph!)
So you like what you see? Wanna read more? #scifi #reading
On the off chance that you come here for the writing (as opposed to just gawking at the rad pictures of my beard, mushrooms, and no-arm Civil War dudes), you might be interested in a few new and classic writings I have on offer.
If you’re interested in the misadventures of a land-bound, advice-tendering Giant Squid, check out the story Morgan Johnson, Fritz Swanson, and I have in the new anthology Steampunk III, just hitting stores now:
For those thrilled equally by ingenuity and the human ramifications of very clever clockwork robots, check out my novella Tucker Teaches the Clockies to Copulate:
I reckon Mr. Nelson might be a bit wrong in the head, frankly, but the product of that disarray is quite lovely–tender, almost, but also sharp and perceptive.
A standalone prequel to this novella–featuring the parable of a tiny squid with big notions–is included in the VanderMeer’s Steampunk II anthology:
“Beautiful, often lyrical, frequently disturbing, always exciting, and occasionally even funny, but they’re also dense, literary, and trusting of the reader to be smart enough to ‘get’ it.”–New York Journal of Books on Steampunk II: Steampunk Reloaded
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!
I’ve been up since 4:20am on nothing but coffee, “Fun Size” Snickers, and positive baby vibes! Time for organic pizza and *more coffee*!!! *Whoooooooooooooo!!!*
(oh, and don’t forget to hit that No Starch Press LEGO promotion; scroll down one post for details)
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No Starch has some *awesome* LEGO books, which I’ve talked about in the past (scroll down a bit to hit the LEGO book reviews). My top gift-giving picks are definitely Unofficial LEGO Builder’s Guide and Cult of LEGO for AFoLs (“adult fans of LEGO”), and all of Yoshihito Isogawa’s LEGO Technic Idea Books for *everyone.*
Live in MI? Vote *NO* on Props 5 and 6; Live Anywhere? Stop Being Politically Cynical
I continue to write a column for the Ann Arbor Chronicle. The latest one seeks to counteract a huge, manipulative ad campaign being run by a somewhat nefarious billionaire looking to fundamentally cripple our ability to functionally run Michigan.
Please Vote NO on Props 5 and 6; touch base with everyone you know in Michigan, and make sure they’re planning on voting *against* these shenanigans, too.
Larger than local politics, this billionaire’s efforts to hoodwink us really rely on our active connivance, by preying on our suspicions of the worst in each other. Even if you don’t live in Michigan–poor devils!–there’s something to be learned from what’s happening here:
The Ann Arbor Chronicle | In it for the Money: Kleptocracy
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What [billionaire] Moroun is preying upon is our knee-jerk “common sense” conviction that government – which is the subset of ourselves that we charge with the job of keeping the house tidy so the rest of us can earn a living – is essentially incompetent. More so than mudslinging in political ads or lies during debates, it’s this core cynicism – a cynicism we each individually carry in our hearts and reproduce over and over again with pithily captioned pictures posted to Facebook, and re-shared links to spurious infographics, and caps-locked screeds – that’s poisoning us as a nation.
Listen, I love you, so I feel like can say this: Cynicism is the mechanical thing that dumb people do to seem wise. It’s a display of our most fundamental weakness: the ardent desire to be right.
Knee-jerk anti-governmentalism is the equivalent of thinking you’re precognizant because you can look at the succulent, exquisitely prepared dinner that’s been set before you, turn to your host and confidently claim: “In the next several hours, this luxurious banquet will be rendered into fecal matter by the action of our digestive systems.” That doesn’t make you a reliable forecaster of human events; it just makes you a boor. I don’t think any post-adolescent needs constant reminders of the basics: people lie, humans are fallible, puppies become stinky old dogs, and everyone dies. We do need to remind each other that we can and should live our lives, wash that dog, help each other recover from our failures, and correct the liars.
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What [billionaire] Moroun is preying upon is our knee-jerk “common sense” conviction that government – which is the subset of ourselves that we charge with the job of keeping the house tidy so the rest of us can earn a living – is essentially incompetent. More so than mudslinging in political ads or lies during debates, it’s this core cynicism – a cynicism we each individually carry in our hearts and reproduce over and over again with pithily captioned pictures posted to Facebook, and re-shared links to spurious infographics, and caps-locked screeds – that’s poisoning us as a nation.
Listen, I love you, so I feel like can say this: Cynicism is the mechanical thing that dumb people do to seem wise. It’s a display of our most fundamental weakness: the ardent desire to be right.
Knee-jerk anti-governmentalism is the equivalent of thinking you’re precognizant because you can look at the succulent, exquisitely prepared dinner that’s been set before you, turn to your host and confidently claim: “In the next several hours, this luxurious banquet will be rendered into fecal matter by the action of our digestive systems.” That doesn’t make you a reliable forecaster of human events; it just makes you a boor. I don’t think any post-adolescent needs constant reminders of the basics: people lie, humans are fallible, puppies become stinky old dogs, and everyone dies. We do need to remind each other that we can and should live our lives, wash that dog, help each other recover from our failures, and correct the liars.
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The day this column went live I got a *really* nice email from the Consul General of Canada complimenting me on my efforts. Don’t let anyone speak ill of Canadians to you. That whole damn nation is one huge class act.
Recommended Kit: Back to the Roots Oyster Mushroom Kit
My family gave me one of these Back to the Roots oyster mushroom kits for Father’s Day this year. I was not initially impressed: I babied the damn thing for a month, and got *nothing*; not a single damned filament of mycoprotein. Pissed off, I ditched it onto on my office desk down in the basement with the conviction to write a *very scathing* letter to the manufacturers. Then I got distracted for a month, and neglected both the kit and the letter writing. When I came home from the first day Maker Faire Detroit I discovered this:
Which, in just 24-hours, developed to this:
Which was *delicious* (as promised). So, I kept neglecting the kit. It’s three months later, and the kit just put out its *fourth* batch of mushrooms (i.e., twice as many as it’s supposed to). Yes, each batch is diminished in size from that first, but seeing as how I was only promised two, this strikes me as solid performance. I rate this a *Buy.*
UPDATE: About a week after this post went up I get an email out of the blue from one of the mushroom farmers at Back to the Roots, thanking me for my sticktoitiveness. Stand up folks all around, and clearly pretty responsive to customer concerns. I score this as another point in their favor.
War, Misery, #Steampunk, and Human Ingenuity & Dignity
Meet Private Samuel H. Decker:
His basic story is this: A Union artillery gunner, Decker lost both arms in a loading mishap in October of 1862. Three years later he had *built these new arms himself*. From this account:
With the aid of his ingenious apparatus he is enabled to write legibly, to pick up any small objects, a pin for example, to carry packages of ordinary weight, to feed and clothe himself, and in one or two instances of disorder in the Congressional gallery [where he was employed as a doorman] has proved himself a formidable police officer.
I’ve seen this picture crop up on more than a few blogs recently, under the heading of “This Guy is Fucking Rad!!!” and accompanied by *squeees* of how steampunk he is. And, on the one hand, he is really rad. On the other . . . jeez, it’s a little bit grisly if that’s *all* and *only* what we take away from this picture. It’s tantamount to looking at pics of female concentration campers and saying: “Damn, girl, you are skinny! What’s your secret?”
Listen: It is straight-up monstrous for any of us to even lightly draw an equal sign between what this man suffered in the name of human dignity and liberty, and the stories we write or how we may choose to dress up on a free weekend now and again. I’ve written about this a little before, and I still maintain that when we write steampunk and leave out a real and honest treatment of guys like Pvt. Decker, we’re doing a Bad Thing.
The above account of Decker’s extraordinary achievement–one of a slew of totally uncelebrated Americans who helped to transform doctors’ notions of the degree to which a “cripple” could return to “normal life”–is drawn from Photographs of Surgical Cases and Specimens, a collection of photographs (obviously) and case histories collected by the U.S. Army from 1862 on, and distributed as cards among medical professionals as a way of disseminating information on how a variety of docs and field surgeons had coped with the unprecedented carnage of the modern battlefield.
The Medical Heritage Library digitized the entire collection for the first time this year (the cards were widely circulated, so individual remarkable images–like those of Decker–have long floated around online, although often devoid of context). If you have a strong stomach and are interested in the real and remarkable nitty-gritty of the Victorian Age here on US soil, this is simply an incredible read:
Digital Highlight: Civil War photography from the Army Medical Museum | Medical Heritage Library
At the outset of the Civil War in 1861, the lack of experienced surgeons in the ranks of both the Union and Confederate armies represented a looming medical crisis. In 1862 the United States Army Medical Museum was formed, in part to advance practical research into new ways of treating and diagnosing the types of trauma that had become commonplace on the modern battlefield. Almost immediately after it was established, the museum’s first curator, Dr. John Hill Brinton, began collecting specimens from field hospitals and military grave sites. In the years that followed, individual portraits along with photographs of these specimens and accompanying case histories were disseminated to hospitals and medical institutions around the country.
In 1865, Lieutenant William Bell, who would later gain fame for his photographs of the American West, was appointed Chief Photographer of the museum. The artistic composition and quality of Bell’s work often bore greater resemblance to the celebrated portraiture of Matthew Brady than to standard, utilitarian medical photography. Under the direction of Brinton’s successor, Dr. George Alexander Otis, Bell photographed the portrait sitters and anatomical specimens in a studio at the museum, and was ultimately responsible for the majority of the images that comprise this collection.
In 1865, Lieutenant William Bell, who would later gain fame for his photographs of the American West, was appointed Chief Photographer of the museum. The artistic composition and quality of Bell’s work often bore greater resemblance to the celebrated portraiture of Matthew Brady than to standard, utilitarian medical photography. Under the direction of Brinton’s successor, Dr. George Alexander Otis, Bell photographed the portrait sitters and anatomical specimens in a studio at the museum, and was ultimately responsible for the majority of the images that comprise this collection.
And, of course, I’d be remise if I failed to mention my own steampunk novella–complete with frisky robots and crippled soldiers–available for Kindle via Amazon, and as both a handmade print and DRM-free digital edition (including Kindle) directly from me.
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