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Monday, January 04, 2010

50 Book Challenge for 2010 (books 1-5)

Typical challenge is to read and write short reviews of 50 books in a year. Since I'm reading lots online, not all of which is book length, I figure I'll keep track of word counts for online reads and figure out an average at the end of the year.

First 5 of 2010.

Marjorie Humboldt: A Revelation in Several Parts by Crème Brûlée (approx 41,000 words)
http://celestialbuffet.com/wrt2/rsp/rsp_1.html
Not sure if this was the first book I read this year, or the last one of 2009, but it's certainly the first that I've re-read obsessively several times so far in 2010. Not quite sure why this is so captivating, it's beautifully written, but that's not usually enough by itself. It's set in the 70's perhaps very early 80's, and I suspect that part of the attraction is that the characters are ones that I can easily see my then baby-dyke self having secret crushes over. As best I can categorize it, the story is a non-traditional coming out story, with touches of romance and humour and gardening. Damned if I can describe it more clearly... highly recommended nonetheless.

Obsession by J. Brownell (approx 95,000 words)
http://www.academyofbards.org/fanfic/j/jbrownell_obsessions1.html
Bit of mystery, bit of thriller, quick and interesting read. Could, perhaps, have used another beta-read, but relatively few mistakes, and none that break the flow.
Plot: prominent psych doctor, specializing in child protection, is being stalked -- friends and new love interest interfere in various ways to attempt to protect her. Plot is stronger than cast ... it can be hard to track who's who sometimes.

Shield of Justice by Radclyffe (approx 43,000 words)
http://www.academyofbards.org/fanfic/r/radclyffe_shieldofjustice.html
If you've never read anything by Radclyffe, this is mid-range for her. I'd suggest starting with Safe Harbour -- but I expect that if you ask any Rad fan they'd recommend their own favourite. Rad is a reliable author, at her best, she's excellent, at her worst she's entertaining.
Plot: Police detective on the track of serial rapist/murderer, meets psych doctor, one of whose patients likely has info that would help ID the bad-guy. Cop and Doc fall in lust (hot sex scenes ensue) and clash over Doc's need to protect patient vs. Cop's need to protect everyone else.

(non lesfic) Monster by A Lee Martinez (Orbit Books)
Yet another attempt to capitalize on the urban fantasy genre. Glad it's a library book, would not have wanted to pay for this one. (Amazon reviewers compare this to Douglas Adams or Robert Asprin -- It's no where near as clever as Adams, and Asprin usually managed to have more than one joke per book -- Martinez has one, and repeats, like a child with his first knock-knock joke, hoping in vain that this time it will be funny.)
Plot: Monster Dionysus freelances for mythical-animal control (cryptobiological control in the book's terms) in a world where magic exists but most people either can't see it, or forget about it once seen. Judy, who works a dead end job in a convenience store, is non-magical, except for being an attractant for mythical animals. Hilarity is supposed to ensue. It doesn't.

Ash by Malinda Lo (Little, Brown Books for Young Readers) rec for Grade 8 and up.
Lesbian fantasy, the protagonist is young (pre-teen to teen over the course of the story), but the story is interesting and complex enough to appeal to adult readers as well (my 74-year-old mother read it and also enjoyed it). I look forward to whatever Ms. Lo writes next.
Plot: retelling of the Cinderella story, except the fairy is a (male) suitor not a god-mother, and our heroine is more interested in the (female) Captain of the Royal Hunt than the Prince. A bit dark in spots, as Cinderella should be, and the Fae are the dark scary kind, not the Disney version.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Brain Spins

Not sure what's up... strange frame of mind. Been reading a lot:

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Dilbert & Alice

Watch the video... It leaves me with a strange desire to send my resume out to corporate cubicle farm jobs.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Never again

Setting up my Dad's desktop today, it was in the nursing home with him -- though he rarely used it -- and my mother wants to set up the scanner for pictures.

FireFox let me know that it had not closed properly the last time the computer was run, so I got to open it to the most recently viewed sites. Nothing particularly important ... someone's blog posting about shopping for electronics in China. But for the first time I got the sense of never agains...

  • Never again frantic tech support calls from my Dad at weird hours.
  • Never again strange emails about even stranger events that caught his eye.
  • Never again spending most of several nights in Hamilton weeding virii and spyware off his computer (as well as all the millions of programmes he downloaded, and never figured out how to use).

It's not something we enjoyed doing together, but his computer, somehow, is something that we had strangely in common ... and never will again.

These are my first tears for my father's death.

Monday, January 28, 2008

Soldiering on...

Today was dropping the obit off at the newspaper, should be in print tomorrow. Though they were supposed to send a proof via email, which never arrived, so who knows...

We also picked up the original of the will ... no affidavits of execution, so I think that the firm (despite their posh offices and even posher address) are a step below G&V. Took the will to the bank to get them started, and spent the rest of the day with email and phone calls to more people...

Surreal moment of the day: A weird bit where the bank manager tried to pry into my occupation -- ostensibly with regard to a joint credit card that I had with Dad -- she got into my bad books by starting with:

"What do you do? you do have a job?"
"I'm self employed."
"What kind of work?"
"It's a small business."
"Are you in sales?"
"I do a bit of everything..."

At which point, thankfully, she dropped it.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Email Notice

I have now emailed more of these than I can count...

I am so sorry to be bringing such sad news: Arthur died Thursday afternoon. I was with him when he died; friends were there to support us both. Now he is in that place where there is no more sickness or sorrow.

We are planning a gathering to celebrate his life on Saturday February 2nd at 2:00 PM, at St Paul's Anglican Church, Westdale, 1140 King Street West, Hamilton (the church with the red doors).

For those who may wish to make a donation in Arthur's memory, please make it either to Soka Gakkai, the Buddhist group which has so kind and supportive of him (and indeed, to of us both), or to the charity of your choice.

The address for Soka Gakkai is :

SGI Canada
2050 Dufferin Street
Toronto Ontario
Canada M6E 3R6

Love,
M

Stuff

Yesterday was mostly about sorting stuff, taking stuff to various drop off areas, and more email and web unsubbing. Fortunately the pater familias kept a binder full of account names and passwords, making the task easier. Unfortunately the binder is not up to date, so there's some gaps. The worst, so far, has been to get him off of "Classmates.com". They make it virtually impossible to find the "cancel account" area, and once found you have to input passwords and confirmations about five squintillion times. However, 'tis done now, and the Class of 57 at Ottawa U has one fewer member.

EC (rackle) dropped by for dinner (and post-prandial scotch) Saturday evening. EC noted that Mum's hug was firmer than usual ... the only real sign of emotional distress. We managed to converse well past the pumpkin hour of mother and spouse, but wrapped a bit earlier this time ... hitting the sack at 1:30 rather than 4 a.m.

Surreal moment of the day: Discussing eulogies... mother has drafted the eulogy that I am supposed to read, and, of course, it's not at all what I would have written. That being somewhat the point as what I would have written could cause rioting. Somehow, though, I had expected something more like what I would/could have written if only... It is only a draft, though, so changes can/will be made.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

New Career

After this, I think I will retire from the law and start a new industry. One can find consultants for all sorts of things, I shall become a Death Consultant (must think of a better name). Weddings are really quite easy to plan ... all you need to do is ensure that the bridesmaids don't clash with the bride, and that none of the extended family members who wish to kill each other are seated at the same table.

Post-Mortem consultants (still not quite right) have so much more to do. We would create order out of the disorder of paperwork... draft obit, cancel subscriptions, contact alumni associations to place obit, take clothes to the appropriate charity, send out hundreds of email notices to friends and family around the world, ensure that the bereaved spouse and the equally bereaved mistress do not wear clashing colours of black... the duties are seemingly endless. All this and more ... for a small fee, of course.

I rather suspect that by the end of this, I will be fervently wishing that my parents had been congenital hermits.

Surreal moment of the day: The funeral director asking what type of law I practise, and when I answered, him breaking into a long, passionate, and completely inappropriate diatribe on his own divorce, how he self-repped, everyone was against him, but he sued opposing counsel, and sued the court, and sued ..., then he won custody of the children and scared all the lawyers in the area from taking his ex's case, and didn't I think that the courts were all biased and ...

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Is that all there is?

November 2, 2007

The plan is now that Arthur will move into Idlewyld Manor on Monday morning. Though it has been rebuilt in the past five years or so, the nursing home traces its history to the mid-19th century. It's a non-profit organization, not part of one of the new chains. I visited this afternoon, and it seems generally pleasant and cheerful. It's about a 15-minute drive from here; could hardly be more convenient.

Though I'm sure it is time to make such a move, I still feel shocked and slightly disoriented -- but also hopeful and thankful.

Love, Mum


November 4, 2007

I moved stuff into Idlewyld this morning, stuff home from the hospital this evening. He is sad, and I am sad for him, though much relieved for myself. I hope that he can still charm the staff and other residents, and make himself a life there. Change is hard.

Love,
Mum


November 5, 2007

I arrived at Idlewyld this morning the same time as the ambulance. HAV wasn't having such a good day (or good morning), even a bit confused, and in a way that made it easier. The staff are pleasant and welcoming. After lunch he said the food was better than in the hospital, another plus.

I went back this evening. His day had obviously improved as it went along. He told me how good the supper was, and that Idlewyld is nicer than St Joseph's Villa, where he went on the respite stays. One of the staff on this evening was a tall, pleasant young black guy from Guyana; nice to have a feeling that some of "your own people" are around you. He is busy making friends (except he had a row with the nurse over his insulin dose). So I am thankful and hopeful.

Love,
Mum


November 9, 2007

Things don't get better, they don't even stabilize. Could they turn around just as quickly? or at all? The staff at Idlewyld counsel patience, and indeed, what else could they say?

Tower Poetry Society meets tomorrow. My muse likes the occasion, so she generally comes through with something to take. This is of course a first draft . . . comments / advice welcome.

Love,
Mum

Friday song

Respite stay, hospital,
now nursing home
Inside two months
you’ve lost yourself.

When did I promise
I’d protect you?
Fool to feel failure:
the impossible task
inevitably burns
to reek and cinders.

You ride your scooter
through trackless hallways
till they take you back
to your television.

It wasn’t my karma
that brought you here
but surely your karma
accumulating all
those heedless years.

Will you still know me
on Monday morning?

Will time tease apart
your karma and mine?
Will my muse still sing
while you sit slumped
forgetting even
that there might have been
songs worth keeping
in memory?

MV
November 2007


November 12, 2007

We saw the Idlewyld physician today. He is pleasant to speak with, and welcomed the information I was able to give him. He didn't get much of anything useful from the hospital (he mentioned pages of faxes of old lab results), and the discharge summary can take 3 months to arrive (! ! !) because the people who transcribed them were among the "non-essential" staff shed in response to budget shortfalls.

Dr N is depressed / distressed at the situation in long-term care facilities. They are over-stressed and under-funded, having to deal with high-needs residents without the resources to do so safely. He says Arthur should be in a "complex care" bed, but the Ministry of Health reduced the number of those beds in one of its periodic money-grabbing raids on provincial health-care funding, so now you are only eligible for a complex care bed if you have oxygen / IVs / catheters . . . He says the Ministry now has no physicians on staff -- they all resigned at some point, and the Ministry replaced them with people without any medical knowledge, who end of dictating standards and funding levels -- it seems to be approaching a similar situation to the HMOs in the States, though with less mico-management.

Arthur seemed a bit more with-it today. After seeing Dr N we sat and worked on a crossword puzzle. We'll see what tomorrow brings.

Love,
Mum


November 21, 2007

I went in to see Arthur early, and found him asleep, so I did errands instead of visiting. Have the papers to sign, which I will look at tomorrow morning.

Someone had phoned Idlewyld and told them I was looking to move Arthur. Message on my phone said that a bed in his first choice nursing home had come up and I should phone quickly and tell them if we are taking it.

So I will phone tomorrow and then look at the papers.

The super came and cleaned the bedroom carpet, and it actually came clean!So I can move furniture and phone and look at papers tomorrow morning.

I also have to go back to Dundas tomorrow to buy DARTS tickets, and phone DARTS and accept their arrangement for taking Arthur to his eye-doc appointment on Monday. So I can do the two DARTS errands and move furniture and phone about the other nursing home and look at the Idlewylde papers tomorrow morning - - - should probably do the wash, too - - - or maybe I'll just stay in bed with the blankets pulled up really high - - -

It rained hard all day today, and snow is forecast for tomorrow.

Love,
Mum


December 5, 2007

He was pretty much out of it today, half asleep and not very responsive. Told me he had trouble with his TV; that was about all. I turned it on and something was different -- 50 was now the weather channel, instead of Space. I found Space by paging through, and left it there -- hope it works for him. I tried doing the crossword with him, but he was having trouble focusing on it, mind rather than eyes, I think.

Love,
Mum


December 6, 2007

Got lab results today. Have been working on them (this is why I'm so late finishing off and going to bed). E.g his hemoglobin is lower than before, and they are giving only half dose of Iron he was getting before. Could be a connection, wouldn't you think?

I'd better stop for now, finish tomorrow.

Love,
Mum


December 7, 2007

I don't think it can wait until the care conference. It may be why he's been going down-hill so rapidly -- I seem to recall that he got unresponsive/ out of it when getting anaemic on dialysis.

Also that blood work was done on 20/11, so it has presumably gotten worse over the last ~18 days.

I did try to sleep, but find this very upsetting. Love,
Mum


December 11, 2007

I gave the nurse at Idlewyld a note for the file for Monday's appointment, and asked what had happened about the iron dosage. She said that the Dr. had decided to order blood work again; thought perhaps it had been done today. Will be interesting to hear where hemoglobin etc values are now.

He was in bed asleep when I arrived. I didn't insist that he wake up, so when the staff woke him he felt cheated of the afternoon visit. So next time I'll really try to wake him.

Love,
Mum


December 15, 2007

I went in early to see Arthur (before lunch instead of usual before dinner) because of the forecast storm (which has not yet materialized -- but hey, that's okay). He was cross with me, said I just come when it suits me. Said that when I was in hospital, or where-ever, he . . . That was hard to understand, except maybe he wanted to say that when I took leave he had to stay the whole time in the Villa, but I don't come and stay the whole time with him now? When I asked if he would rather I came before supper, he didn't answer. So we finished a cross-word puzzle together, and he did contribute.

Went for groceries on the way home; seemed like the whole population of Hamilton was in the store.

After supper I'd been enjoying a quiet evening at home, working on my Christmas messages, when the nurse at Idlewyld called me to say that Arthur had fallen (staff came in and found him on the floor) but seems un-hurt. They will monitor him carefully tonight. He has been asking me to bring in his stick; unfortunately doesn't forget that he has asked for it. So I'll have to tell him plainly that I will not bring it, and he will have something else to be angry about.

Love,
Mum


December 17, 2007

I didn't go in to see Arthur yesterday, as there was a severe storm warning, and the day was indeed at times severely stormy (though at other times the snow just drifted down . . .)

I brought Arthur some of the Christmas cards, letters, e-mail messages that are now flooding in, and read them to him. He had some difficulty in identifying some of the senders, and some of those to whom they referred in their letters.

It turns out that the second set of lab work has not been done yet -- according to the nursing clerk, the technician tried to get blood and could not. This is not surprising, as it has been increasingly difficult to take blood from him. While he was in hospital a dialysis nurse came and took blood from his dialysis graft, as only those trained to do so in the dialysis unit are allowed to use it. This is particularly ironic because, in the self-help dialysis unit where we went, I could have learned to insert his needles (and could now presumably go in with a butterfly needle and drawn blood for the lab work). I chose not to do so because needling was painful often enough that I saw it as a point of potential conflict, and decided it was better to let the techs do it. The graft is now in the process of closing (clotting up) -- the surprise being , not that it is now failing, but that it lasted 12+ years. So it wouldn't have been an option much longer in any case.

The lab technician will try again this week. Meanwhile nothing is being done about the possibility that his iron stores are low and consequently he could be anaemic, and that could account for at least some of the difficulties he is experiencing. The doctor wants another set of lab results before restoring his iron supplement dosage to the level he has been taking for it seems to me the past 10 years.

The whole thing seem like an exercise in wading through molasses. I have a sense of urgency because it has always seemed to me important to hold the line -- when he has lost strength or function, too often it did not come back completely; sometimes not at all. What should theoretically be reversible, in practice may not prove to be so.

Love,
M


December 21, 2007

Arthur's annual care conference was this morning at 10:30. He could not come, as it coincided with his bath time. I don't know if it would have been useful for him to have been there . . .

Recreation

He had been going to less activities as time goes on. She was not concerned; finds it takes people some time to settle in . . . I am concerned, because that coincides with my impression that he is going down hill quickly. I suggested they try to involve him when they are having word games, hangman etc. She said she will also try to find him someone to talk to.

Nurse:

(a) Lab work has not yet been down (at least one attempt failed). They will try again, perhaps today.
(b) Blood sugars well controlled (gave printout)
(c) Nurse comments/passes on physician's comment on how well HAV is, considering all his health problems

Food services

(a) Happy to hear that he likes the food. He generally eats well.

The care conference is annual, but concerns can be brought to staff at any time.

Afterwards I visited with him in his room.
He phoned twice today-- confused / incoherent.

Mum


December 22, 2007

Arthur was confused today.

I've been shredding paper . . . .

Undoing
What have I
to do now
but undoing?

Your books
so many unread –
you kept buying
long after
you stopped reading.
(I tried to tell you.)
It should be easy
to box them up,
give them away
but I can hardly
lift my hand
to take them down
from crammed shelves.

My bathroom cabinet
was easy to purge
of your supplies;
I’ve hardly started
on your cabinet.
Perhaps the scent of you
keeps me off.

Papers, letters,
drawers of records
of who you were
(I helped you compile them)
I shred and tear
pile into
too heavy
blue boxes.
Kitchen cupboards,
cans, jars, packets,
(I begged you,
Don’t buy so much.)

It should be easy
to bag for the food-bank,
but though you live yet
or partly live,
your ghost stands
angry in the kitchen,
bars my way to
your precious supplies.

I imagine a future
when the task of undoing
falls on our daughter.
Our two ghosts try
to face her down.
She doesn’t notice,
fills the dumpsters,
sells the condo.

When all’s undone
(I hope for her that)
she runs free.

MV
December 2007


27 December, 2008

Doctor N called this morning; he had seen Arthur and was surprised (didn't use that word) how much he had gone down. Said perhaps small stroke(s) might account for confusion, inability to feed himself. Said scooter is not safe (I told the nurse that several days ago). I discussed changing order (to 'don't take to hospital'). He said Arthur should go if e.g fall and dislocation or fracture (of course!). I will also look at appointments, cancel some. Dr agrees that recovery less likely as time passes, but cautions it still might happen. Re Fe gluconate dosage, he is still waiting for lab result.

When I went in I talked to the nurse, signed the changed order (amounts basically to "keep comfortable"). She says they can administer morphine if needed. Also that they call the family if there's any sort of crisis, and what has been signed doesn't really mean much (she didn't say it in those words) because at the time when there's a crisis they outline options/recommendations, and family decides what to do. Maybe the written order helps family to stick to their original decision? I didn't like Dr N talking cheerfully about fall and fractures and dislocations, but have to admit that it probably does happen (since HAV has been falling for some time) without being the fault of the Manor staff.

Arthur was in full Teapot mode. He was talking about a tunnel, another underneath, and another under that, and pointing to the TV, which was playing a Starship Enterprise movie without any tunnels visible to me.

Love,
Mum

December 30, 2007

Arthur has continued to decline over the past week. He doesn't feed himself now, and for several days hasn't talked about anything that can be understood. Some days we sit silent; some days he is talkative but seemingly off in a dream, often not finishing sentences.

On Saturday two members of his Buddhist group came to see him. He was talkative, but as though in some dream-space; there was no possibility of conversation. They decided to chant for a bit, and finally he began to join in. Then he smiled at them, and it seemed that perhaps he knew them.

A and D arrived Friday. We hope that Arthur realizes that they are here, but hard to tell. We will celebrate the arrival of the New Year tomorrow. Earlier I expected Arthur would be able to participate (I could not imagine he would deteriorate so quickly), so I arranged to have a room at the Manor that the make available for family parties. Now A and I are trying to decide what to do -- whether having several people about and general conversations will tire or distress him, or whether he might indeed be present enough to enjoy being part of (what it seems would be) one last New Year's gathering. I'll go in to see him tomorrow morning, and then try to decide what to do.

I wish you, and us, all the best for 2008!

Love,
M

January 1, 2008

We had a pleasant gathering of family and friends on New Year's Eve at the Manor. Arthur did enjoy the occasion, rallied enough mid-meal to take over eating without help. He also participated in the conversation from time to time, and with abundant goodwill and creative listening on everyone's part it went well. So we were very glad that we decided to have our celebration there.

W drove back home after dinner. A and D set out for Ottawa and E for Toronto today. Though it's a snowy day, checks of views from highway cameras were not too daunting -- particularly, the traffic appeared to be light.

Wishing you the best for 2008, Love,
M


January 6, 2008

I hope that you had a joyous Feast of the Epiphany!

Arthur continues in a better state than he was for the last half of December, though not quite back to his normal self. I'm giving him water when I visit, he sometimes takes around half a litre. I'm wondering if the rapid decline was mostly due to dehydration? They were leaving drinks for him, but not making sure that he drank them.

Love,
M


January 8, 2008

I picked up another appointment -- Techs who come to Idlewyld can't get blood from HAV (no blood taken since Nov 10, so haemoglobin level/ iron status still unresolved), so Idlewyld people propose to send him out to a lab. They are arranging DARTS. First proposal was for 07:30, because a fasting blood sugar was on the req . I countered by suggesting that they just test his blood before breakfast to get a FBS. Nurse (?) tried to tell me that what the lab does is something different (and more holy?) than what they can do with a glucometer. I asked if there wasn't an HbA1C on the req, and she said yes, but read it back to me as HbAIC -- she can't really be a nurse; must look carefully at her name-tag. Anyway, we agreed to skip the FBS and go at 10:00; then it turned out that they are proposing a different lab than the woman I talked to earlier mentioned . . . don't suppose it make that much difference. So that's for the 15th.

Love,
Mum


January 15, 2008

We went to the lab, and they succeeded in getting blood. Yeah! I wonder how many more times they will be able to do it? I'm so glad I protested them putting him on Coumadin while he was in hospital -- it requires frequent blood-work.

Love,
Mum

PS he was generally confused and non communicating today.


January 20, 2008

Things have not been going well for Arthur. They called me at 04:00 Saturday morning; his breathing was laboured and very fast, and they were going to give him oxygen. They asked if I wanted them to send him to hospital; I said not. I spent most of Saturday and today there. When I go in he has pulled the oxygen tube off his face, and is agitated. I put it back and hold his hand; then he more or less settles down, but talking a lot without making much sense. He's planning a trip -- he wants me to help him dress because we are going somewhere . . . I hate to leave him alone, because I'm sure that, once I'm out of the room, he'll have the oxygen off again. I'll have to see if I can find someone to sit with him part of the time.

The doctor is to see him on Monday; I hope he has some good ideas about what to do next.

Love,
M


January 22, 2008

Arthur continues to lose strength. One of his Buddhist friends sat with him this morning. I'm not sure he knew I was there this afternoon. He was no longer talking; harder to give him fluids. The nurse thinks both lesions are now infected and breaking down; it will be a test to see if the antibiotic will be enough to help him withstand everything.

Love,
M


January 23, 2008

Much like yesterday. He is hardly swallowing now; will be hard to keep him hydrated.

They did an X-ray; found no pneumonia and only minimal congestive heart disease.His breathing is less bubbly, but still very rapid.

One of his Buddhist friends sat with him while I went for a massage this morning.

The physician is to see him tomorrow morning; I asked that he call me afterwards.

Talked with staff about their palliative care arrangements. They can give morphine; will put a special mattress; have an arrangement for hydrating that I didn't quite understand; come in and turn the patient, do mouth care. They have a sign (little butterfly on a magnet) that they put on the door as a signal to staff.

This afternoon it was there.

Love,
M

January 24, 2008

I spoke with Arthur's physician this morning. Prognosis bleak; his best guess is 72 hrs (though he cautions that such estimates are often wrong). We also have Arthur's own declaration, one of the last things he said clearly and firmly, that he would be leaving on the 26th.

Love,
M


Arthur, November 1, 1931 - January 24, 2008 (17:30 E.S.T.)

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Nobody here but us chickens...

I've been playing "Battle for Wesnoth" far too much recently. Pleasantly addictive strategy game, and I like that it's Open Source, even if I never tinker with designing my own campaigns or maps. Gaming is a wonderful distraction from the real world, and between work, teaching, and my father's health (or increasing lack thereof) there is an awful lot of real world for me to wish to be distracted from.

On a lighter note, my mother recently forwarded me a list of hypothetical answers to the question of why the chicken crossed the road. I've seen such lists before, but this one had a couple of answers that were both new to me, and amusing enough to inspire my own list:

MOXYFER MASON DAX:
Chicken? Oh, is THAT what I just chased across the road?

ONLY SHADOW KNOWS (SHAYDE):
Must have been going to the pond.<wag,wag,wag>: Ducks go to the pond, <wag, wag>: I go to the pond, <wag,wag,wag>: whatever chickens are, I bet they go to the pond too <wag!wiggle!wiggle!>!

MARIANNE VESPRY:
Why the chicken crossed is not as important as whether it was a happy free range bird that sang as it crossed...

ANNE VESPRY:
Crossing roads is unsafe for chickens, whomever is responsible for putting a road where chickens could stumble across it and be hurt is clearly negligent and Green & Vespry would like to speak to any and all chickens who may have had road crossing incidents with a view to bringing a class action suit against the aforementioned responsible parties.

Further contributions to the list are welcome!

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Serendipity

At its best, the Internet (capital letter courtesy of the Blogger spell check that insists upon it – at the same time as claiming that its own name is incorrect. There really should be a word for spell check programs that don't recognize the name of the program they live in ... would WordPerfect's stumble on Wordperfect, or even more strangely demand Word Perfect?) is a source of serendipitous encounter.

At times annoyingly distracting – how did I end up losing the afternoon to LOLcats? (and this example is recursively addictive as one must google LOLcat to get a link for the discussion, and there are so many links, and ... oops, where did the afternoon go?) – it simultaneously claims wonderfully mesmerising linkages as a peculiar virtue. An example:

  1. I use the word "theriomorph" in a story bit with only an inkling of what it might mean. Story completed, I check the definition on the Internet and find, instead a fascinating set of posts on time, and writing, and feminism, and anti-racism, and dogs.
  2. That leads to Theriomorph's virtual dog site on You-Tube where Gilgamesh the Lab rolls and gallops (and how can one resist a lab called Gilgamesh, after all?)
  3. And those lead to one of the best personal essays on grieving that I've ever read. The site has essays and poetry and photography by a guy called Chris Clarke (and some equally cool friends) and is well worth spending a couple of hours exploring.
  4. And then a bunch of stuff lead to a bunch of other stuff, and to protect the innocent(ish) I'm not naming who or what originally lead me to this site. All I can say is that, strangely enough, I'm more tempted by the photo in the bottom right corner than by the blonde babes in the slide show. Guess I'm getting old...
This post has been brought to you by the number zero ... as in zero good books to read at the moment ... and the letters ADD ...

Flights of Fancy

The only potential bright side to not having anything good to read at the moment is that when I don’t read, my imagination works double-time. (The downside is that I have very weird dreams, and find it extremely difficult to unencumber myself from them and return to my personal approximation of consensus reality.) All of which is a really long winded way of saying there's a new Toby bit.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Necessity? and invention

I'm not sure whether or not I'm more surprised to discover that, in a moment of necessity, cream soda makes an acceptable mixer for mediocre rum ... or that enough other people have experienced similar desperation that a mixology site would list twenty-nine other drinks that one can make with cream soda. Some of which are (at least theoretically) of sufficiently advanced formulation that they come with recommended brand for the soda (A&W leads the pack).

Fortunately, despite the first-day-of-the-new-term featuring a huge and irregularly shaped classroom that hides the lecture stand behind a pillar and faces the students' desks ninety degrees away from the projector screen, I have not reached the nadir of drinking this.

I suppose, were I a completely different person (or a person taking stronger happy pills), I would focus on the fact that one of my classes is full of "mature" students who seem interested in the topic. That deeply medicated Anne, would be brimful of joy at having made it into the ranks of "partial load" teaching rather than remaining a lowly part-timer. I'm a real academic now – my pay scale is determined by how many degrees I have! This Anne, however, remains firmly mired in the dreadful reality of having to attempt to impart knowledge to the sort of children who find it giggle-worthy that a course on wills and estates includes mention of clients dying.

Sigh...

On a somewhat brighter note, Mike Resnick's Starship: Pirates arrived from the library yesterday. Not, perhaps, quite as good as the first, it suffers from the author's realization that since he took a ten year break between first and second books, he should probably reintroduce the characters and world. Fine for people who read the first one when it came out – for anyone who reads the two back to back it results in unnecessary repetition. That said, the book is still well above average space opera, and an excellent temporary refuge from reality.

Sunday, January 06, 2008

Testing: 1... 2... 3.. Check?

lj-mood: experimental

Still trying to work the glitches out of melding Blogger & LJ, and, at some level trying to figure out what exactly I'm doing here (online, that is, though if I do manage to understand the meaning of life, I'll be happy to share!).

The blog started with the joint purposes of trying to remember what the fuck I'd read the week before, so I'd stop ordering the same books from the library over and over, and letting a couple of folk I thought might be interested (Mum, you out there still?) know about new (and old) authors to seek or avoid. Sometimes other things would come up (starting a new novel for instance) or shit would happen, and I might mention it ... or I might not.

LJ? After 42 years of avoiding anything with the word "journal" attached to it, the only reason for the LJ was, I suppose, to make less tenuous the links between Friends and I when our lives or inclinations prevent more direct epistolary contact. Expressing that feels all wrong, somehow. <lj-cut text="Read more">

I remember being a letter writing fiend, the sort of person who could whip off four or five pages of interesting and amusing (at least, I thought they were) observations on life's quirks several times a week. The usual excuses, being busy, family or work obligations, just don't ring true. In fact, I suspect I was a heck of a lot busier then: working, volunteering, gaming, and diving into strange areas of political activism. Heck, it may just be that I'm so bored with my own life that I can't imagine anyone else wanting to know about it ... undoubtedly partly true, but still too facile.

Just what I needed, more stuff to ponder ... One of my DnD characters has been rendered schizophrenic (as well as being changed from being a neutral good nature cleric to a neutral evil lich ... profession as yet undetermined, but her god has definitely rejected her ... it was an interesting game). Reading up on the symptoms, just in case the rest of the party doesn't kill me immediately, I discovered, among others: racing thoughts. Fortunately there are other symptoms, or I'd be turning myself -- and the dervishes whirling in my brain -- in to the nearest psych hospital.

Thursday, January 03, 2008

Something new

Trying something new, with luck, this post will show up in my blog and in LJ automatically. Just part of our service-oriented lifestyle here in Ottawa, trying to save my LJ friends (yes, both of you) from having to visit an extra site to catch up on my no doubt exciting life.

lj-mood: hopeful

The paternal unit rose to the occasion for New Year's Eve, recognizing me for the first time during the visit, and chatting with people more or less coherently the whole two hours. He also fed himself (mostly) and snarfed an extra half-slice of cake from my mother, so the party seemed to do him good. Unfortunately he's subsided again, and is back lurking beneath the surface of awareness most of the time. Sigh...

On the reading front, a day off work gave me a chance to read Mike Resnick's Starship: Mutiny, and, yes, there's a title that gives a big chunk of the plot away. It was a good read though, even though I figured out about forty pages in that I'd read it before. He's a good author though, and his characters are fun to watch, so I polished it off and jaunted over to the library to order the sequels.

Read and not yet commented on: Thunderbird Falls and Coyote Dreams, both by C.E. Murphy. The former dragged in bits, but ended up with enough character development to spur me on to the latter, which likewise left me interested in its eventual sequel. Pretty typical for the modern/magic intersection genre, but Gary -- the septuagenarian taxi-driving smart-ass side-kick -- is so charming that I'm willing to forgive a fair amount of predictability.

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Home, almost

Technically we're home, safely back in 0ttawa after an interesting snow filled drive. Really though, we've just taken the first step. It generally takes Spouse a week or two to detox from visiting her family, and, after this trip, it may take me as long to re-settle various emotional turmoils.

On the bright side I did get some reading done:

  • Kitty and the Midnight Hour by Carrie Vaughn. This is a third time, lucky book for me ... I've started it at least twice before, and either fallen out of the reading mood, or not been captured by the story. This time I made it far enough to develop a fondness for the main character, and that carried me through to the end. I'm ordering the next two from the library as I'm curious how things turn out ... somehow the world she creates has a precariousness about it that catches my interest.
  • Making Money by Terry Pratchett is, perhaps, not his best. Not quite sure what it's missing... all the usually delightful Pratchett characters are there and living up to their potentials. It may just be that once a character starts showing up in sequels, the suspense over their possibly failing the challenge decreases. That said, Pratchett at "not quite his best" is still head and shoulders above most other writers, and it was a fun romp.

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Counting marbles

Still wrestling with how I feel about my father's decline into incoherent semi-silence. I suspect that HS captured the essence quite well:
Unless one is a sociopath, seeing someone deteriorate, mentally or physically, is shocking and upsetting, no matter your prior relationship with that person. I think these feelings spring principally from a feeling of helplessness: "I want to restore them so that I can go back to disliking the person they were, but I can't. I want to restore them because it's hard on everyone to see them like this, but I can't. I want to restore them because this just isn't fair! But I can't."
Certainly, feeling helpless is a big part of it. Damn it, I'm a lawyer – there's got to be someone I can sue for this!

At the same time, this is my mother's husband, and – having looked after him for the last 40-odd years – she is the one who gets to call the shots around litigation and also treatment. She doesn't believe that fault would be clearly enough attributable for a suit to succeed (or at be worth the wrangling). Further medical investigation also seems fruitless as there are so many other health problems present, that even were there a cure for the mental decline, Dad would be no where near healthy and happy again.

Still and all, the speed of his decline has me freaked. Yes, he has been loosing marbles pretty steadily over the last four or five years. But slowly, almost imperceptibly. He certainly had most of them left at the beginning of December. If I had to put a number to it, I'd say that he was at about 80-85% of a full collection. Now? Well we're not sure what all is going on inside, but from what's apparent outside, I'd say that he's down to his last ten or fifteen. It's been a huge decline over the month. I've really no clue what happens when the last marble rolls away.

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Steeltown

Woke up this morning and spent some time trying to figure out whether the mind is more like an effervescent drink or a vinyl record ... and, depending on which one, whether or not there was something worth writing in the perception that my father's mind is like either:

  • a soda that's been shaken and stirred by life, and no longer produces a steady stream of thought bubbles but rather a random thought every ten to fifteen minutes ... some of which sputter or are dissolved before they can even pop to the surface and be heard; or,
  • a record that's been left in a sandstorm for long enough that only a very few, very deep grooves remain: "I want to buy", "You need to fix", "I don't like" ... the objects of those desires having changed over time, did not make grooves deep enough to remain decipherable now.
It seems, somehow, significant that the bits that remain are likely the bits we have felt since long before we learned how to express them. In our cribs we wanted the shiny thing, or the warm fuzzy thing, or the satiating thing; we wanted the world fixed so that we could manage it better, or so our bums would be more comfortable; we knew we did not like being alone, in the dark, hungry, or wet. Then we didn't have words, but often still could make our desires clear. Now my father has words, has had them for seventy five years or more, but has lost the ability to express anything other than the basic "I want." Leaving us like anxious parents trying to figure out whether this is the want for food, warmth, entertainment, or company.

Yeah, and I've been strangely allergy prone this morning... lots of sniffles and eye watering. Whoda thunk it?

Research

I want to know more about why the halls were full of people, heads bowed uncomfortably forward, and nary a cervical collar in sight. Some info found when looking for the combinaiton of "dementia" and "neck flexion":

Head and Neck Positioning Assessment considers both habitual body position and habitual head position. It should be noted if the patient is able to complete independent positioning on instruction or is able to assist in positioning. In the later stages of dementia, there are three common head-neck positions including chronic head/neck flexion, variable head/neck flexion/extension in the absence of positioning management, and chronic head/neck hyperextension. The only appropriate goal of intervention at this late stage is to improve functional behaviors through adaptive equipment or assistive devices; there is no rehab potential due to bilateral brain destruction. (emphasis mine) http://www.speechpathology.com/articles/article_detail.asp?article_id=262

Most everything else talks about neck position in terms of parkinsons ... sometimes this internet thing is not all that helpful...

Monday, December 17, 2007

Playing Catch Up

Well, attempting (and failing) to NaNoWriMo left me disinclined to write about anything ... and I've been reading less and Tower Defending more, so there's been less to write about ... but, here goes an attempt to catch up on the last month or so's books.

When Smoke Ran Like Water by Devra Davis, reminds me a lot of Living Downstream by Sandra Steingraber. Yes, pollution and various chemical (by)products of industry are killing us all. Yes, industry is doing its best to keep us from knowing this ... or if we know it, doing anything to stop them. Yes, this is very depressing. Yes, I really don't need to hear all of this again. Sigh.

Fables 9: Sons of Empire is the last (currently) of the collected Fables comic books. As good as the previous books, leaves me wanting more...

Winter Moon anthology of novellas with Mercedes Lackey, Tanith Lee, and C.E.Murphy. Only the Murphy story was really worth reading.

The Witch's Kiss by Nene Adams reunites Lena and Rhiannon from their own version of the Rift. Better than a musical, not, perhaps, better than Missy's Darkness Falls.

Currently reading:

  • Pol Pot: anatomy of a nightmare by Philip Short.
  • Influence: the psychology of persuasion by Robert B. Cialdini.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Na Not WriMo

ReadMo though.

The Briar King by Greg Keyes. High fantasy, well done. The only thing I didn't like about it was the braided character lines, too much suspense cause by cutting from action in one locale to action in the next. With luck, though, the next one will be more settled, and the first was good enough for me to want to read the next.

Everything Fables is wonderful. Nuff said.

  • Fables – 101 Nights of Snowfall
  • Jack of Fables
  • Fables 5: Mean Season
  • Fables 6: Homelands
  • Fables 7: Arabian Nights (and Days)
  • Fables 8: Wolves

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Citizenship in the Procrasti Nation

Received my new citizenship card today... first time I've missed two days of writing in a row. Stupid head cold, stupid lung-cold, stupid just feeling tired all the time, grrr....

Must write more today.

Did read some fun stuff though! Two more in the Fables series, just as good as the first two – though somewhat darker. Just to summarize, I've now read:

  1. Legends in Exile
  2. Animal Farm
  3. Storybook Love
  4. March of the Wooden Soldiers
and enjoyed them all.

More personal excitement, I finally found a book published by Luna (the Harelquin Romance Science Fiction/Fantasy imprint) that was good! It's always encouragingto find another publisher – in this case discover a publisher, heretofor known only as one to avoid, that puts out books I enjoy. Urban Shaman by C.E. Murphy came to my attention via a recommendation for the author. I almost refused to read it when it arrived from the library with the hated star eyed Luna trademark blazoned on its spine. That would have been a significant loss. Murphy's characters have neat senses of humour, are frequently laugh-out-loud funny, and don't waste vast chunks of the book being boringly romantic. I was about three quarters through before the love interest became clear, and the book (thank the gods for upcoming sequels) doesn't throw main characters in bed together in a predetermined last chapter romp. Wheee! It IS possible to write clever, mystery/horror/fantasy/romance without ever being sickeningly twee. At least in the first book of the series ... I await with pleasure and trepidation the next.


... and the one thing I really ought to be doing instead of reading ... My NaNoWriMo Progress

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Writing Break

I considered having Toby review this book in my current NaNoWriMo thing, but somehow it seemed like it was cheating, or maybe that it would stop me from writing here, or make writing there less enjoyable. So, gobbled down Megan Whalen Turner's Instead of Three Wishes this morning. Only left me feeling a wee bit outclassed ... okay hugely outclassed ... in the fiction writing category. Excellent short stories.

Monday, November 05, 2007

I'b Sig

Head cold, more reading than writing (oops!)

Couple of great graphic novel series – oooh, pictures – awesome for reading when brain seems to be mostly non-functional.

Fables by Bill Willingham is about the lives of fairy tale characters exiled into a reasonably modern New York. Interesting stories, and fun trying to identify the background characters.

Courtney Crumrin by Ted Naifeh chronicles the adventures of a young (pre-teen) witch/necromancer in an area full of Night Things. I found it more charming than scary, and still really enjoyed it, but then again, I'm weird that way.

Not a graphic novel, The Thief by Megan Whalen Turner, reminded me somewhat of Tanya Huff's The Fire Stone. Interestingly inscrutable characters, and an enjoyable resolution to the whole thing.

The New Space Opera edited by Gardner Dozois and Jonathan Strahan is an excelent overview of a dozen or so writers very few of whom I like, and none of whose writing I enjoyed enough to want to remember who they were. Except perhaps Steven Baxter... Sigh.

Friday, November 02, 2007

Strange Things

Completed my writing target yesterday, then picked up Stranger Things Happen by Kelly Link. It's a strange experience reading something that you can see is wonderfully written, engaging too – at least in the sense that it engages emotions and brain – and at the same time completely not what you want to be reading right then. Grotesque (art characterized by fantastic human forms distorting the natural into absurdity, ugliness, or caricature) and haunting, I think I'll pass this one on to HES, unfinished...

Thursday, November 01, 2007

November First

Started writing, but I've not stopped reading (yet!). Finished Bruce Coville's Aliens series with Aliens Stole My Body. Not, perhaps, as good as the first three ... it seems the characters spend a little bit too much time at the end with the Big Bad. The constant switching back and forth between "he's got us" and "we're safe" gets a bit wearing after the third or fourth time that reinforcements show up on one side or the other.

Monday, October 29, 2007

Thinking NaNo

I've been busy thinking about NaNoWriMo, and haven't updated for a bit. Here's what I've missed:
  • Enid Blyton – Puzzle for the Secret Seven : okay, not the sort of thing I'd read any more.
  • Bruce Coville – The Search for Snout : excellent, as the rest of this series has been. Coville has a light touch, but the character development sneaks in and adds a level of complexity and interest missing from something like the "Secret Seven" books.
  • Max Brooks – World War Z : awesome! The only thing I can compare it to is Studs Terkel's writing (and I like him a lot) though unlike Terkel's books, these interviews are all fiction. Yet the author manages to capture different voices and viewpoints without ever unintentionally dropping back into his own voice. Brooks is definitely an author to keep an watch on.
  • David Weinberger – Everything is Miscellaneous : potentially interesting idea, boring execution, though I did learn some interesting bits about Dewey and how he created his cataloguing system.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Unexpectedly Good

Unexpected Ties, by Gina Dartt, is a much better book than her earlier Unexpected Sparks. Dartt, who is likely best known for her J/7 fiction, has made her characters more individual &nash; less uber – and therefore more interesting. The addition of family and back-history also helps makes this an enjoyable bit of mystery/romance.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Like an over-hyped movie...

Perhaps I'm just not in the mood for non-fiction, but reading Alan Weisman's The World Without Us seems far too much like finally catching the new big movie, only to discover that all the best bits were in the trailers you'd already seen. The first part, at least, has been so excerpted and reviewed that it really dragged. I may try the rest, but my usual test for deciding whether or not to read on – checking the last chapter and seeing whether it increases my interest in the bits between – came back with a resounding "Nay!" Weisman may have other suggestions for improving the world, but if they're as unrealistic as the idea that: for 50 years or so, all fertile women only have one child – I really don't think they're worth reading. While limiting population growth – or even more controversially, ensuring population decline – would certainly improve the environment, in a world where religious and political groups are looking to fecundity as a way of increasing their own power base it just isn't going to happen.

Awful cover ... Surprisingly good content.

Gail Carson Levine's Ella Enchanted epitomizes the inutility of judging books by their covers. It actually may have had a perfectly normal fantasy fiction cover at some point in its distant past, but then someone made a movie, and, of course, the new edition of the book has to have a movie tie in cover that's just abysmal. Sigh.

Cinderella is the tale that gets retold in this book. Unusual in a genre full of versions of Beauty and the Beast. Levine brings some new quirks and angles to the old story, and turns it into a truly fun romp.

Friday, October 19, 2007

Fifth Grade?

Hmmm... 1975, started it at Elmwood in Ottawa, finished it – rather disasterously – at Weyhill Prep School (later amalgamated into the Tanglin Trust School) in Singapore. All I can really remember reading at that point was Nancy Drew mysteries and Willard Price's Adventure series. I suspect that there were other books as well, since I spent the entire term at Weyhill with a book in one hand. The principal even called the parental units in and suggested to them that there might be a problem with me as I was reading too much. I suspect the units met that remark with incredulity – "reading too much" is not a concept that librarians are inclined to understand.

Unfortunately for me, Bruce Coville wasn't writing in the seventies, so I missed out on being able to read cool books like I Left My Sneakers in Dimension X. I'm making up for that now, and glad to find that this sequel to Aliens Ate My Homework is even better. I like the way the main character is developing, and look forward to the next two in the series.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Goosed

Although the story of the Goose Girl is far from being one of my favourite fairy-tales, Goose girl by Shannon Hale proves that with retelling, it can be a persuasive and enjoyable tale – even with the rather icky bit about Falada's head.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Death, Despair and Dolphins

A Ring of Endless Light by Madeleine L'Engle would be an excellent read when depressed. Assuming, that is, that one did not give in to despair before the uplifting end. Some interesting conceptualizing about death, great wodges of humour, fun dolphins, and likeable characters were enough to keep me reading. Well that and a couple of boxes of tissues.

Looked at Armageddon Summer by Jane Yolen and Bruce Coville. Looks like an excellent book, just not what I'm in the mood for at the moment. Just a little too much reality and not enough magic for my current state of mind.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Ideas

Something about that last book I read gave me ideas...

Monday, October 15, 2007

Mellow, but for the dogs

The puppies seem to be going through a new phase of adjusting who is more dominant. Or, at any rate, Moxy seems to be pushing all boundaries he can find, including Shayde's. Despite having to carefully ration petting so that no pup feels excluded, I'm more mellow now. I'm sure I owe it all to Coville's Aliens Ate My Homework. Well, that and possibly a decision regarding writing that may have been made and may come to fruition at some point in the future. Aliens is a fun romp, short but packed with humour and surprise. Another one whose sequels I will likely check out.

Suicide is Painless ...

And, according to the Neuropsychology test I just took, my favourite form of madness at the moment.

Perhaps reading something a wee bit less predictable than The Seer and the Sword by Victoria Hanley would help. In fact it did help, yesterday, reading the second book in Coville's Unicorn Chronicles: Song of the Wanderer. Book 3 of this (excellent but very slowly being written) series is coming from Scholastic in July, 2008.