There are moments in sports that you see that you remember for life. Usually, for me, these involve games I have no stock in (Giants/Pats Superbowl, for example). The detached nature of the situation for me allows me to appreciate the beauty of that epic play, frozen in time. Then there are those moments like Adam Deadmarsh’s shot from the blue line in triple overtime that brought the Stanley Cup home to my beloved Avalanche. That, along with some scattered highlights from Michael Jordan’s career, comprise almost the entirety of “epic sports moments” where my team was on the winning side.
Ah, hectic times.
I had my first brush with the power of Twitter today. Yes, in the past it has gotten me things like coffee discounts, and also informed me that Wil Wheaton has conversations with his dog. But TODAY, Amanda Palmer (of the Dresden Dolls and such) tweeted this photo:
Which, translated, means:
“a woman without a belly is like heaven without any stars”
And I commented on it thusly:
“they make the greatest nap pillows ever.”
And then I got this!
Amanda Fucking Palmer (that’s her legal middle name) tweeted me! And she’s marrying Neil Gaiman, who’s like, my favorite writer in forever! It’s like I’m the best man at their wedding now! Or, at the very least, the creepy guy in the tower across the street with high powered binoculars who’s saying “good on you, you two crazy lovebirds” as they exchange vows.
Have you ever been tweeted by the famous? Tell me all about it…
(and her new EvelynEvelyn project with the awesome Jason Webley – who was on one of my last Music Mondays – is now on tour, so check them out when they’re in your town!)
I’d say all of this was worthy of doing a Music Monday on a Tuesday, wouldn’t you?
This massive work from Stephen King was at once engaging and frustrating. Clocking in at over 1,000 pages, and featuring a vast array of characters, “ambitious” is easily the best word to describe this work from King. At this later stage of his career, it would be easy for him to crank out shorter books and stories, but he’s still attempting to tackle epics.
In this case, he succeeds, and through success, also fails a bit. The book takes place in the small town of Chester’s Mill, and by the time you’re halfway through the book, you’ll feel as if you lived in the town yourself. This is where the book scores its greatest victory. However, keeping up with every individual character becomes tiresome and occasionally confusing as events begin to ramp up towards the big ending. The town finds itself surrounded by an invisible dome. Nobody knows where it came from or how to get rid of it. Everyone is trapped in the town, and as resources dwindle, tensions run high. Small town politics, back door deals, and skeletons in the closet quickly come into play, and what was once a cozy town becomes a war zone, with one corrupt politician seeking to make a play for power, fame, and money while conveniently eliminating his enemies.
The explanation of the dome, and by extension, the end of the book, are a bit disappointing, as King uses an external device to solve the immense problems he’d kept long simmering between these townfolk. He pulls no punches in who lives and who dies, and his style is still engaging, but I think he missed the chance to create something amazing by venturing into the fantastic. It’s a bit hard to discuss without getting into spoilers, but I do recommend the book to anyone with a lot of free time (and strong arms).
I was eliminated from the Amazon Breakthrough Novel 2010 competition. Quarterfinalist was a pretty good run for a book that’s not exactly mainstream fiction, so I’m pretty happy with the result. part of the prize package of being a quarterfinalist is a review from Publisher’s Weekly, and after reading some of the other contestant’s feedback, I think I dodged a bullet. My review is pretty middle of the road, nothing fantastic, nothing bad, I only wish I knew which parts they were referring to when they said “mostly manages”…
For your reading pleasure, The Publisher’s Weekly Review:
“Lucifer may not be such a bad guy after all. Here, he’s part Sam Spade and part wisecracking governor of hell. In the afterlife, everyone receives thirteen anima crystals. The crystals reflect misdeeds or shortcoming in their own life, and only after they overcome or repent for their sins are they able to advance to heaven. The only problem is that Aspen Biltmore, a vapid, shopping obsessed strumpet, has stolen others’ crystals in an attempt to sneak in to heaven to be with Lenny, the angel she loves. When Lucifer learns his own anima crystals have disappeared, the murderous Cain and Abel make an appearance, as do the schizophrenic Hectate and the universe destroying Yaotl. Fortunately Lucifer has the help of Monkey, the immortal trickster of Chinese mythology, Goliath the Philistine, and Eve, who now works as a waitress. While the plot may seem convoluted, the author mostly manages it with an excellent sense of tongue-in-cheek humor and very creative recasting of the afterlife.”
I’ve begun submitting Angel Falls to agents in earnest now, I’m going to try a slow approach, one per week with an increasing pace this summer. I also have a few decent leads on publishing houses. This battle’s not over yet! I will get this book in the hands of the masses!
So, way back in October, I had a post about a foggy beach ride in which I encountered a mysterious carousel in the middle of a parking lot by the beach that hadn’t been there the day before.
Ahh, Hollywood magic. Here’s where it ended up:
Somewhere around the 12 second mark.
Now if I could only find out where the footage of that dancing flailing model I saw ended up…
The closing chapter of the Mistborn trilogy. After having read Sanderson’s debut novel Elantris, I was excited to see where this was all leading. He does a fantastic job of world building, getting into the details of life to a meticulous level (religion, economy, politics) without being dull. He has a flair for writing fight scenes and keeping the action taut and suspenseful.
He also has a penchant for using the phrase “raised an eyebrow”. I swear to God, if you made a drinking game out of spotting cocked eyebrows in this book, you’d be David Crosby before you got to the final page. I used Amazon’s “search inside” feature on the phrase “raised an eyebrow” or “eyebrow” and it returned close to fifty hits. That equates to someone doing an impression of the Rock about once every ten pages. It GLARES.
Eyebrows aside, the trilogy follows a fascinating arc. Rather than telling a tale about how a band of heroes saved the world from destruction, it’s more about how those attempts failed and what needs to be done to fix them. There are a wide array of characters and species to follow, some fascinating, others feeling a bit like plot devices or a bit two dimensional. I would recommend the Mistborn Trilogy for anyone who really likes epic fantasy (I’m only a passing fan, and it’s the twist Sanderson puts on things that kept me coming back), but I would still steer people towards Elantris above this collection.