-H.L. Mencken
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Thursday, April 20, 2006
Thought for the Day
-H.L. Mencken
Writer Beware's 20 Worst Agents
from Absolute Write Water Cooler:
A list of the 20 agents about which Writer Beware has received the greatest number of advisories/complaints during the past several years.
And Here I Am, Stuck Outside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again
Flarf Festival April 20-22 at Medicine Show in NYC:
THREE NIGHTS OF FLARF
INAPPROPRIATE EXPLORATION IN 21st CENTURY ART
April 20-22, 2006, Medicine Show, 549 West 52nd Street, NYC.
$8.00 per evening, general admission. $20.00 for 3 evening pass.
For tickets: 212-262-4216 and leave message. Tickets will also be available at the door.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Happy Birthday

British musician, actor and comedian
he did his best work during the 1960's in partnership with Peter Cook.

Tim Curry
(1946- )
English actor, vocalist and composer
Best known for his role as mad scientist Dr. Frank N. Furter in The Rocky Horror Picture Show,
he is currently appearing as King Arthur in the Broadway production of Spamelot
Poem of the Day
My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.
Some day I'll join him right there,
but now he's gone with his shaggy coat,
his bad manners and his cold nose,
and I, the materialist, who never believed
in any promised heaven in the sky
for any human being,
I believe in a heaven I'll never enter.
Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdom
where my dog waits for my arrival
waving his fan-like tail in friendship.
Ai, I'll not speak of sadness here on earth,
of having lost a companion
who was never servile.
His friendship for me, like that of a porcupine
withholding its authority,
was the friendship of a star, aloof,
with no more intimacy than was called for,
with no exaggerations:
he never climbed all over my clothes
filling me full of his hair or his mange,
he never rubbed up against my knee
like other dogs obsessed with sex.
No, my dog used to gaze at me,
paying me the attention I need,
the attention required
to make a vain person like me understand
that, being a dog, he was wasting time,
but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,
he'd keep on gazing at me
with a look that reserved for me alone
all his sweet and shaggy life,
always near me, never troubling me,
and asking nothing.
Ai, how many times have I envied his tail
as we walked together on the shores of the sea
in the lonely winter of Isla Negra
where the wintering birds filled the sky
and my hairy dog was jumping about
full of the voltage of the sea's movement:
my wandering dog, sniffing away
with his golden tail held high,
face to face with the ocean's spray.
Joyful, joyful, joyful,
as only dogs know how to be happy
with only the autonomy
of their shameless spirit.
There are no good-byes for my dog who has died,
and we don't now and never did lie to each other.
So now he's gone and I buried him,
and that's all there is to it.
Translated, from the Spanish, by Alfred Yankauer
For my beloved Laika, dead now these 13 years. Remember my promise. I'll meet you there when I can.
Find Leaves IDiots Snakebitten
from Pharyngula:
Najash rionegrina, a snake with legs
(more)
Meat-Eaters Aiding Global Warming?
Take a close look at the chart to the left. Note that the items enteric fermintation and animal wastes account for 110 Tg/yr of methane production . That's nearly as much as all non-anthropogenic sources produce and more than the amount from gas, oil, and coal use. The results are pretty grim.
So I think it's time to put my mouth where my money is, I guess. Years ago I foreswore drivng as a contribution to a better environment. In as much as I fulminate regularly about the coming global climate change on this blog and elsewhere, it now looks like I must give up meat as well.
I'll write from time to time on my struggle to become less of a carnivore.
from ABC News:
Eating Red Meat Like Driving an SUV?
Can changing your diet really have much of an impact?
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Another Blow to the Case for IDiocy
Evolution Of 'Irreducible Complexity' Explained
Using new techniques for resurrecting ancient genes, scientists have for the first time reconstructed the Darwinian evolution of an apparently "irreducibly complex" molecular system.
equator works

Well, That's Encouraging.

Overlying all of this is the sense of being a spectator. It's like watching this sad, slow crumbling of an ancient and beloved landmark building that no one cares to repair. Everyday another piece cracks off and falls to the ground and is swept away to the ashbin by the groundskeeper. The building stoically stands there being buffeted by the forces it cannot see and slowly dissoves away.
But I think I might be coming out of it.
Beware the Jabberwock my friends, It steals slowly and without notice.
And to top it all off, the news out of DC doesn't totally suck bitter lemons for once.
So maybe Miss Dickinson was right. Maybe hope can fly after all.
I'm going to give it a shot, it seems.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
I tell ya, there oughta be a law

My assistant's voice announced, "Richard Nixon on line 4,".
As I reached for the phone, my cell rang, awakening me.
Now I'll never know what the hell the rat bastard wanted.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Well Crap....
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Whatahey?
The whipsawing cultural dissonance rose quickly to such a roar that my head exploded with little or no effort on my part.
What's next, using Where Have All the Flowers Gone in a Hummer commercial?
It seems that I am no longer a member of what passes for the dominant culture on this planet, which now that I think about it may not be such not a bad thing.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Octavia Butler

(June 22, 1947-February 25, 2006)
In 1984, Butler's "Bloodchild" won both the Hugo and Nebula awards for best novelette. That same year, her "Speech Sounds" won the best short story Hugo. She won the Nebula Award for best novel in 2000 with Parable of the Talents. In October 2000, she received an award for lifetime achievement in writing from PEN.
Butler moved to Seattle in November 1999. She described herself as "comfortably asocial--a hermit in the middle of Seattle--a pessimist if I'm not careful, a feminist, a Black, a former Baptist, an oil-and-water combination of ambition, laziness, insecurity, certainty, and drive." She died of head injuries following a fall on the walk outside of her home on February 25, 2006. She was 58. (from Wikipedia)I had the great honor and privilege to share a long conversation with Ms. Butler at an SF convention in Baltimore a few years back. The first impression was one of being in the presence of a marvelous and encompassing intelligence. The second impression was of her deep interest in what you had to say. Not necessarily the most common of combinations.
We talked for over an hour of our fears for the human race and our common realization that little could be done to save us as a culture and as a species. Global warming, pandemics, racial and religious hatreds, and Peak Oil would all conspire to bring us down, we both felt. And neither of us had found many mitigating factors to our pessimism.
Yet it was far from a gloomy conversation. Her joy at thinking intensely about trying to solve these problems was palpable. She said she still refused to give up even in the face of what she thought was an inevitable future.
I was gratified, in a strange way, to have my thinking verified by someone whose intelligence and knowledge I so highly valued. And she made sure that we had a genuine conversation, one in which I not only had my share of time to speak, but one in which she discussed my points with the same intensity that we discussed hers.
I find it hard to imagine that her voice has been stilled by something as simple as a blow to the head. The world has lost a great voice indeed.
A Few Thoughts About Darren and Carl

The movie garnered the highest ratings of any made-for-television film up to that point. Horror Veteran Richard Matheson, who adapted Rice’s story, and Producer Dan Curtis made substantial contributions to the first movie’s success, of course.
But it’s hard to underestimate McGavin’s performance as Kolchak. Dressed in a well-worn seersucker suit-- the last suit he owned, according to McGavin-- Kolchak immediately became an iconic character-- hard-boiled, yet devoted to uncovering the truth. He was a spiritual descendent of Hildy Johnson, the lead character in The Front Page. (For years, I thought McGavin must’ve appeared in a production of The Front Page, in order to inhabit Kolchak so quickly and so thoroughly. But all the credit lists I’ve read say he didn’t. He did go on to play other journalists though , including E.K. Hornbeck, --who was based on H.L. Mencken-- in a 1988 production of Inherit the Wind.)
And from time to time, at later editions of the convention, people I would be talking with would pause and says something like, “Oh, yeah, you were the one dressed like Kolchak.” And I know it wasn’t because it was such a professional-looking costume...
- Kolchak combined two of my strongest interests: journalism and fantastic literature (I’m including science fiction, horror and fantasy here, although Kolchak’s adventures were primarily horror.)
- And he was a role model for aspiring journalists (though I’m not sure the phrase “role model” even existed in the early1970s.) While he usually scored a victory over the Monster of the Week, he almost never triumphed over the bureaucratic or political power structure of the modern world. He was never a success by the criteria most people would use to define the word. He was considered a pariah on many levels of society. But that never stoppedhim from getting the story. The Night Stalker was primarily about the supernatural, but it was definitely about journalism too.
Crossing a newsroom several years ago...I saw one of the newspaper’s finest reporters waving his arms in a manner that suggest a condition somewhere between outrage and apoplexy....
“This,” the indignant reporter shouted as he waved a late edition under the editor’s nose, “is a newspaper. We are a newspaper! We are supposed to print the news!”If the delivery had not been letter perfect, the lightbulb might never have reached the illumination stage. But I realized he was borrowing Carl Kolchak’s fiery tirade to editor Tony Vincenzo in The Night Stalker.I got it and couldn’t resist saying so.
“You’re right,” he said, all smiles...”You’re the first one who got it. ...I always thought that Kolchak was the closest television ever came to capturing a true reporter.”
always be Carl Kolchak.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Happy Birthday

(1901 – 1979)
American actor, comedian and inventor
Member of The Marx Brothers.
Zeppo appeared in the first five Marx Brothers movies, as a straight man and romantic lead, before leaving the team. He had abundant comic abilities,sufficient enough to have stood in for Groucho when the brothers performed on stage.
He was reputed to be very funny offstage.
Anthony Burgess (1917 - 1993)
English novelist, critic, composer, librettist, poet, playwright, screenwriter, journalist, essayist, travel writer, broadcaster, translator and educationalist.









