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Monday, June 27, 2005
My editor at Bantam has at last sent me her editorial notes on Patron Saint of Plagues, and it was worth the
wait. At Wiscon, Kelly Link called Juliet Ulman one of the smartest editors in the genre right now, and I'd have to agree.
It's one thing to receive pertinent ideas and exacting line edits, but it's another thing entirely to feel like your editor
has peered inside your skull and read the book in your brain, the book you meant to write. I'd say half of her edits/suggestions
were mind-bogglingly accurate, and it will be a better book for them. The other half were at least spot on, and probably more
spot on than I really know. Even the places where we may tangle, it might turn out to be a tango instead, and I'm totally
willing and eager to find a way to make her suggestions work - even the ones that rub me the wrong way at the moment.
On a side note, the editorial letter and marked-up manuscript came this weekend while my mom was in town. So even though
I'd waited quite a bit longer than originally planned, it was worth it to impress Mom during her visit (I read her all the
nice things Juliet said about me and mumbled through the rest).
On a more important note, it's my brother Mark's birthday this week (we celebrate by the week in my family). Happy Birthday,
Marcos! Sorry I'm not there to graffiti your car with the words "kissy boy" all over it, so you'll have to get Aeron
to do that for me. Mwah!
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Thursday, June 23, 2005
Diane, my spy at the CDC, writes to say that she's hesitant about my new blog:
But what happens to all your other blogs? Do you get to keep a record of them? Or do they just disappear? Sure,
your new site is flashier, sexier, but what about the good old site that served you so well these past couple of years?
Discarded, tossed aside for the latest upgrade...(can you tell I have a problem letting go of things?)
I'm sure this blog will still be available via Google's cache, Diane. Besides, it's like yesterday's bath water. You
don't save that, do you??
Don't answer.
Meanwhile, I notice that there a few folks coming to this site from servers in Mexico. Drop me a line if you care to
- I'd love to know how you came by my blog. barth anderson at earthlink dot net.
OK. My writing day is over. Time to pack up and become a worker again.
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A good writing week, in which I finished an article on Fair Trade conducted through a local importer, another on bamboo,
and two more chapters on the tarot novel.
I would have gotten a third chapter typed out, but we had a surprise visit from Lisa's ex-step-father (actually,
let's do the math: he's the ex-stepmother's new husband - but "ex-step-father" is a pretty good descriptor of the relationship).
Lew was bringing his son Sam, a great kid, fourteen (who's reading Ovid in the original!), to camp in northern Wisconsin.
Lew is the one who, out of the blue, sent me a copy of The Iron Dream by Spinrad. He's one of two or three people in my extended/expanded family to whom I don't have to explain what I write or why I write
it, so it's always a pleasure to see him and let conversation unreel. We talked a lot about the new crop of sf/f writers that
I know, and I sent him home with a copy of Move Under Ground by Nick Mamatas. I kind of think Lew misses writerly talk. Lew's best friend was Glenn Savan who wrote White Palace. Glenn died two years ago of Parkinson's which was rough on Lew because they were very close. Lew even helped him write the
novel that Glenn was working on before he died. He put up butcher paper on the walls and Glenn wrote what he could, or Lew
wrote for him, or he transcribed on to computer what Glenn had put up on the butcher paper. I got to meet Glenn at one
of Lew and Melanie's riotous Passover celebrations many years ago, but never got to talk to him about writing. Very cool to
talk to Lew about Glenn's career and what it was like for Glenn to sell the novel after years of struggle, consult
on the film version of White Palace (Glenn apears in the movie, actually), and be a writer who was perceived as having
"arrived" after one damn book.
Anyway, sometimes it's a struggle to explain writing (let alone writing sf and fantasy) to one's loved ones. Writer friends
are important for this very reason, but how gratifying to talk to someone in my own family about it all.
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Tuesday, June 21, 2005
I'm not blowing any minds by saying that the USDA exists to protect US agriculture, right? The agency doesn't exist to enforce
laws, it exists to protect the US market and its various food producers.
So here's the clearest indication yet that the USDA's handling of the various aspects of the Mad Cow sitch isn't cutting the
brisket. From OCA:
http://www.organicconsumers.org/madcow/panic062105.cfm
"Beef Industry in a Panic Over Anticipated Announcement of Another Mad Cow in USA
"In a Friday meeting with Agriculture Secretary Mike Johanns, Jim McAdams, president of the National Cattlemen's Beef
Association [!!! ~b.] complained bitterly that USDA's scattershot approach to testing cattle for bovine spongiform encephalopathy
[Mad Cow] has caused financial losses to cattle farmers that can "never be recovered.""
...more specifically....
"NCBA's objections to USDA policy were strongly worded, particularly for an association so often allied to USDA and its
policies. "We believe it is imperative that USDA clearly restore integrity to the process to avoid further and lasting
criticism that can jeopardize consumer confidence and access to international markets, and creates unnecessary market volatility,"
McAdams said, paraphrasing his remarks to Johanns during their meeting Friday morning. "NCBA remains committed to a science-based
approach in addressing these concerns, but we simply cannot tolerate actions that serve political pressures or pseudo-science
over a sound surveillance program. The only reason this particular sample ever became a major concern is the apparent break
from established scientific protocol by USDA, which we feel has not been adequately explained.""
It's hard to overstate just how unusual it is for the Beef Association to criticize the USDA. It's the largest
organization representing America's cattle industry - for it to turn on the USDA? Damn. It just isn't done. If it happens
at all, it's a brawl held behind closed doors to avoid any appearance of infighting, chaos, or, as the headline says, panic.
All's I gotta say: The Mad Cow situation is about to get pretty damn interesting in this country.
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You can feel it, can't you? The tide is turning! Bush's approval ratings are slipping! Support for the war is draining
away! What America needs now, to bring change and hope in this hour of need, is....
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Monday, June 20, 2005
Heads Up
I have a blog, called Daddio, on Livejournal now. It's cheaper, easier, more graphically pleasing, and I'll probably ditch this site some time in
July. So update your bookmarks, if you do such things.
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Friday, June 17, 2005
shilling for my peeps
Wyrdsmiths (the writers' group of Lyda Morehouse, Kelly McCullough, Eleanor Arnason, H. Courreges LeBlanc, Naomi Kritzer, and others,
who have about eight billion writing credits between them) have a chapbook out. You can email them at this site if you want a copy (I think it's six clams).
A gentle Israeli woman with a lilting accent brought him a butter-colored lap blanket. My father unfolded the soft
fabric and smiled, pantomiming his pleasure. It was a thoughtful gift, since my father had lost one-third of his body weight
and was often cold. I decided to joke, "Dad is trying to say, 'What the hell is this shitty thing?' "
(Aeron plays patty-cake with her baby better than any mom I know. She goes, "Roll it...and pat it....and mark that
motherfucker with a B!")
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Editorially, things are moving at a glacial pace for Patron Saint at Bantam. I'm not too hung up about it. This
is obviously the price one pays for signing with a big house and a hot young editor, and, besides, I have another book to
work on. So I've been typing away at The Magician and the Fool, book two in the two book deal, and this week got
lots of time from the spouse to work on that. I'm near completion of three more chapters (the book is naturally breaking down
into nifty little chapter-trios, at least, in the writing of it), and have a nice bead on the ending from this point in the
story, so I'm feeling the magic pull toward completion (as imaginary as that may be), a feeling that makes the book seem manageable,
lively, and enticing to me.
Also, it's Lisa and my 5th wedding anniversary today. Five years ago, we got hitched on the Mississippi River in downtown
Minneapolis, and life could not have been more different. I was still stocking apples at the co-op. Lisa had yet to enter
grad school for library sciences. We didn't have a car. No house yet. No baby. No book contract. No cool library job or
its perks for Lisa (outreaching to immigrant communities in Minneapolis on behalf of the library system, discussion of language
and culture-clashes with her team of translators). On our wedding day, my brother-in-law told me that his luck changed for
the better the day he married my sis, and he hoped the same for us. I don't know if it's luck so much as a change of
brain, but something very good happened to us five years ago, that day by the river.
I think it was all the Stevie Wonder that our DJ played.
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Thursday, June 16, 2005
President Bush, in a speech Wednesday reiterating his call for Congress to send him an energy bill by August 1, voiced
his support for the ethanol requirement. "It makes sense to promote ethanol as an alternative to foreign sources of oil,"
Bush said.
The more I read about the US ag economy, the more I come to the conclusion that Big Corn is our country's big problem.
Corn already creates an enormous market for Big Oil because so much oil is required to grow, harvest, and ship corn. Big Corn
also created Big Beef ( here's a superb article by Michael Pollan that lays out the symbiosis between the two industries), which in turn created a lucrative market for Big Oil, too: It takes
nearly 300 gallons of oil to take the average 1250-pound steer to slaughter, according to Pollan. Furthermore, Big Corn
is so big that over-use of fertilizer runs-off into the Mississippi and into the Gulf of Mexico, creating an enormous dead zone. Granted, Big Soybean is also to blame for this dead zone, but that's another blog post.
Back to ethanol and corn. Won't ethanol provide a new, cleaner source of energy? Maybe (that's arguable - some say it'll
emit even more greenhouse gasses). But any energy benefits that ethanol offers are completely off-set by its production costs.
Ethanol is an energy drain, you see: Approximately 90% of the energy in crop production is oil and natural gas, and it takes
more energy to produce ethanol than is obtained from it. Specifically (according to D. Pimentel, whose work I'm glomming via
The Post-Petroleum Paradigm -- and Population on dieoff.org), "about 71% more energy is used to produce a gallon of ethanol than the energy contained in a gallon of ethanol."
So Big Ethanol is just around the corner - but don't be fooled, it's merely Big Oil is disguise, and that's why Bush
is happy to pass an ethanol bill. Ethanol will increase dependence on foreign oil, keep subsidies high and corn prices
low (the next Farm Bill will rain cash on ethanol-corn producers), and speed the coming energy crisis that will make the seventies'
gas lines look quaint. About the only thing "positive" that ethanol will do is create a dump-industry for all the excess corn
we're already producing. Hooray!
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Monday, June 13, 2005
Loopy Ruminants, Part 3
Marrael posted about Mad Cow (Bovine Spongiform Encephalitis - BSE) several days ago on her blog, and viciously shamed me into doing
the same. So here goes.
What's at stake in the Mad Cow story? Maybe nothing. Maybe everything. Scientists are still at odds about the link between
vCJD (the so called "human version" of BSE) and Mad Cow, because we don't know squat about prion-based diseases, really.
That said, read the NYT account of The Case of the Cherry Hill Cluster (or UPI's version of the same material) and decide for yourself. These articles provide great analyses about what the risks of Mad Cow might be and why
vCJD may be a bigger problem than we know (it's often misdiagnosed as Alzheimer's, which has been on the rise since the 1970's,
which, again, may or may not be related to vCJD, becuase, say it with me, class: We don't know crap about prions).
But even without going into the human health risk, and simply taking into account the market reality that Japan, South
Korea, and Europe (our biggest beef buyers) are so freaked out by the threat of a human health problem,
that just the hint of a Mad Cow outbreak is enough to make billions of dollars in beef sales vanish. Paranoia is reality,
as Pynchon said. Because of that, the USDA is obviously playing shell games within shell games to keep any sort of concrete
or even meaningful BSE statistical data from being released to the public (read "trading partners").
So if you want to see the progress of the current Mad Cow story, most of it reported by the excellent reporter Steve Mitchell
of UPI, here's a breakdown, just to get it all nice and linear:
1) In December 2003, a cow in Washington state was determined to have BSE.
In this case, the vet on site reported that he was testing a "downer" (sick cow) for BSE. Workers
on site contradicted him saying it was walking. This is significant because it's the USDA's policy only to test downer cattle.
If BSE were found in a "healthy" animal, it would give credence to critics who say that, because of BSE's lengthy dormancy
period, far more cattle should be tested. As Janet pointed out, less than 1% of US cattle are tested for Mad Cow.
2) 2004 - Nearly 50 countries ban American beef. The blow to Big Beef registers in the billions.
3) April 2004, a gag order was placed by a USDA official on inspectors at a Texas processing plant, called "Lone Star" (!), after it was determined that a downer cow exhibiting central nervous disorders was not tested for
Mad Cow. Furthermore, UPI determines that no testing was done at that same plant for the 2 years previous.
4) May 2004 - Phyllis Fong, the Inspector General at the USDA, calls for a review of the USDA's BSE testing regimen. The
USDA starts testing 20K healthy cattle for BSE in June.
5) July 2004 - The IG determines that the USDA anti-BSE regimen is lame, especially its inability to effectively get a handle on how many cattle might already have BSE in the US. "Extrapolating
from the agency's own data, the IG calculated if there are five cases among the high-risk animals, there could be as many
as 62 to 781 additional cases in normal adult cattle." Fong also calls the 20K additional USDA Mad Cow tests "statistically
insignificant."
6) August 2004 - UPI, after filing for data under the Freedom of Information Act, reports that 500 high-risk cattle went
untested for BSE or the incorrect portion of their brains were collected, in 2003 and 2004. "When you look at all that, then how do you expect the American consumer to have any confidence in this, or our trading
partners?" Lester Friedlander, a former USDA veterinarian, told UPI....He also questioned how the untested animals and the
repeated collection of the wrong brain region went unnoticed at the USDA. ..."Somebody (there) should've caught on, but instead
it has to be somebody from UPI under the Freedom of Information Act," Friedlander said. "How did it get by so many people?"
7) November 2004 - A "Texas" cow is tested for BSE, and two quick Biorad tests (which look to see if the damage is already
done to the brain) come up negative.
8) February 2005 - The Consumers Union demands that the "November cow" be tested again, this time with the more sensitive and accurate "Western blot" test.
9) May 2005 - UPI reports a Mad Cow cover up in the USDA.
Lester Friedlander (see #6 above) has made numerous accusation in recent years about the USDA's general corruption regarding
Mad Cow. Now he says that the USDA's Inspector General is investigating him, which may not be a bad thing, since so far,
IG Fong has been openly critical of the USDA's testing regimen. "Among the accusations Friedlander said the
OIG's office is investigating," says Mitchell of UPI, "is an incident in 1991 in which he said Pat McCaskey, a USDA pathologist
branch chief, told him not to say anything if he ever found a mad cow case," and, "In another incident, Friedlander said Joe
Oziano, a veterinarian from Veterinary Services in Michigan, informed him in 1995 that a cow brain he sent to be tested for
mad cow disease at the USDA's lab in Ames, Iowa, was thrown away by lab personnel."
Cover-up aside, the budget process is about to take its toll on a meaningful Mad Cow response. According to
the same UPI article: "The USDA plans to scale back its BSE testing program in 2006. Its proposed mad cow testing budget for
fiscal year 2006 would fund testing of only 40,000 animals."
But AgSec Johanns, of course, sees no problem in the most recent BSE findings, released on Friday night (shrewdly) - even
when the "November cow" came up positive in a more accurate test this week:
"Mad cow flap aside, USDA chief wants a good steak."
The USDA needs to knock off the idiotic shell games, heel dragging, and beef industry cheerleading, because there
really is nothing to cover-up right now. Though, as I say, we don't know crap about prion-based diseases, you're really more
likely to get hit by lightning that contract vCJD from a Mad Cow in your Hamburger Helper. If the USDA were more up front
about its research and testing of BSE, (a) it might shed light into BSE's relationship to vCJD, at least on an epidemiological
level, and (b) it might inspire a decent tracking and surveillance system for the beef industry, one that would instill confidence
instead of peals of shrieking, horrified laughter.
A good tracking system is not imaginary, not impossible, nor is it cost-prohibitive - and it's already in place
in the US: In the organic foods industry. Buy organic meat and it can be traced to the warehouses that took posession of it,
the processor who killed and butchered the cow it came from, and the farmer who raised it. You can also get the certifier
who certified it organic and the organic inspector's report - all within 24 hours in most instances.
Most importantly? Cow blood, tallow, or other potentially BSE-infected proteins are never fed to organic beef cattle.
Ever.
Case closed.
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Friday, June 10, 2005
Nick Mamatas writes to rightly point out that I jumped to a conclusion in my last post.
All we actually know is that a) Jeremy got a visit and b) that the blog is now down.
Jeremy could have
taken down out of his own free will, or lj could have taken it down, for all we know.
Right on.
My take on these events in the last post is a guess, not gospel.
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Via Doug Lain's Blog, Jeremy Lassen, noted publisher of fantasy/horror/sf at Nightshade Books, was either asked or forced to take down his blog by US Secret Service. Allegedly, Lassen put up an image of kids aiming
guns at President Bush in protest over what he perceived to be violations of First Amendment rights. I never saw the pics
- I'm just relaying what I've heard.
This event is getting lots of play in the blogosphere, most of it fist-shaking at George Bush, and I'll be eager to hear
what actually happened to Lassen, an editor I greatly admire. But it's important for people to remember that behavior like
the SS's isn't new, nor is it particular to the GWB administration. In '86, Reagan came to my home town in West Bend, WI,
and my dad, the town's lefty investigative reporter, was asked to vacate our 3rd floor apartment on Main Street, since Bonzo
would be passing below. Dad never blogged or Photoshopped pictures of the Reagan encircled by guns. He was just known as a
"dissident," had visited Sandinista Nicaragua, etc, and so they didn't want him within Lee Harvey range of the president.
(Aside to Greg, Di, and Don: Picture my gun-hating dad leaning out the Washinton House window with his bushwacker hat
on, a riflescope up to his eye, and a mouthful of chaw in one cheek, snarling, "Here's one for the Gipper...!")
Rounding up potential threats is what the SS does. Does that excuse the behavior? Hell, no. It's initmidating,
it's unfair, it's a violation of any basic reading of the Bill of Rights - but it ain't Karl Rove's or Donald Rumsfeld's idea
to investigate people who seemingly threaten the president. You can bet that plenty of vocal, bible thumpin' Hillary-haters
got rounded up when Slick Willie came to town. But I doubt too many blue-staters cried about it back then.
That's not to diminish what must have been a pretty frightening experience for Lassen. But hey, Jer! Take heart! At least
we know someone reads your blog!
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this just in:
THE PATRON SAINT OF PLAGUES by Barth Anderson
March Fiction
A biological thriller that's the debut novel of an award-winning fantasy and horror short story writer transports readers
into a near future world where an outbreak of plague threatens not only a precious peace negotiation but all of South and
North America. Imagine the true horror of The Hot Zone combined with the fantastical adventure of The Stand,
and the result might be Anderson's breakthrough speculative thriller. In the not-too-distant future, post-revolutionary Mexico
is tightly controlled by a theocratic "renaissance Catholic" government. When a dengue fever outbreak in the country's capital
threatens the peace, Henry Stark, the head of the American Center for Disease Control, is smuggled in over the now violently
contested U.S./Mexico border to spearhead the crack viral research team dedicated to preventing the explosion of a deadly
worldwide epidemic. But the situation is much worse than he was told, and people are dying by the thousands, as Stark races
against time to uncover clues to the disease's rapid spread. This disease is not a simple unfortunate outbreak: it's a targeted
biological weapon, designed and deliberately released to bring down the oppressive government… and the killer is someone Stark
knows. Barth Anderson lives in Minnesota with his wife and child. He has published fiction in the magazines On Spec,
Asimov's, Rapid [sic] Transit, and others. His short fiction has also appeared in the anthologies
Mojo Conjure Stories, Talebones, and Polyphony 3. Six of his stories have received honorable mentions in The Year's Best Fantasy
and Horror, and he was the winner of the Spectrum Award for best short fiction in 2004. He is at work on his next novel for
Bantam.
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Thursday, June 9, 2005
Doug's brain don't work right - to the betterment of his fiction, which expands and contracts in concentric circles of
paranoia that eventually make me feel like my brain don't work right. He is fast becoming one of my very favorite
writers. Go drink up his story while you can.
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Wednesday, June 8, 2005
?!:
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Free money!
I just resold one of my foodie articles, or rather, yesterday someone called to tell me that they were sending me money in
order to reprint one of my foodie articles. Which is nice.
As a matter of fact, it would save a lot of time and consternation if all you big-time fiction editors out there would follow
suit and start sending me money, too.
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Seven years ago, the United Farm Workers, the Natural Resource Defense Council and dozens of other public health and
labor groups petitioned the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) to protect vulnerable farm children by considering
risks to them and to designating them as a model population--called a "sentinel" population--when determining how much
pesticides residues children can "safely" be exposed to.
The EPA never even bothered to respond and children continue
to be put at risk.
As a result of the EPA's indifference, NRDC, the UFW and other groups filed a lawsuit demanding
that EPA take action on our petition.
Children living on or even near farms often grow up in a potentially toxic environment. Surrounded by fields that
are regularly sprayed with harmful poisons, the children of growers and farm workers often encounter pesticides where
they live, go to school, and play, in their food, and even, as recent studies show, on their toys at home. Exposure
to pesticides is linked to neurological, developmental, and reproductive defects, and a number of forms of cancer, and
the risks are particularly serious for young children.
At the link above you can read more about the issue, the group (United Farm Workers), and find out how you can help out.
In writing news, I received a draft copy of Patron Saint of Plagues' cover in the mail yesterday. All the
cliches are true: It finally feels real when you see it with your own two eyes, and that realness is quite surreal. I
wrote the first draft of the short story, "Patron Saint of Plagues," at Clarion seven years ago. And here it is. The cover.
Maybe in the near future I'll have a .pdf to share with y'all, but in the mean time, I'll just have to use old-fashioned
words. It's red, and a trade paperback, so it's very red. A field of red. (To paraphrase Spinal Tap: How much
more red could it be? And the answer is none...none more red....) Title in black lettering with white shadow, superimposed
over a fading, rusty biohazard symbol. It's spare, to be sure, and I admit I was hoping in my heart of hearts for something
more aesthetically Mexican (that's where the vast majority of the story takes place) but this cover targets the very audience
that should find and read Patron Saint: The hot zoners. The coming plaguers. People who've read the non-fiction virus
books of the 90's who want an "imminently readable" roller coaster version of similar material. So I'm happy.
In a fit of pride, I told Isaiah last night, "Daddy makes books." He really tried to process it, got that blink that
says he's turning something over in his brain, and he looked at me hard when I said it again. But when it wouldn't compute,
he simply scrambled for his favorite book, 100 Trucks - and we inventoried backhoes, diggers, loaders, and excavators
for a half-hour.
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Tuesday, June 7, 2005
I'm thinking about Christmas presents as I tend my garden, mainly because I sprouted 40-50 tomato seeds this spring,
thinking that only a handful would actually thrive, and if so, I'd be happy. That's what happened with the sunflowers I sprouted,
after all. fifteen sprouts, but only one survived.
Well, we planted about 30 tomato plants in all. Thirty. Thirty tomato plants, and they all look healthy. Damn.
The tomato burden is going to be incredible, since even one tomato plant can yield enough tomatoes for a household. And
these tomatoes are those big, fat heirlooms that you see in high-end groceries for $5.99 per pound. So by August I'll be squashed
under a tonne of em.
Which has me thinking, salsa! Our new dishwasher can exceed sterilizing heat (170 degrees), and we have the jars
for canning already. Lisa and I made "Damn That's My Jam" jelly a few years back with trays and trays of raspberries and blueberries
that were Dumpster-bound, so we know the canning routine already. I'm thinking I should put in a few hot pepper plants, and
then we can dole out salsa as Christmas presents this year.
Names for our garden-grown salsa anyone? I'll be entertaining ideas throughout the summer.
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Monday, June 6, 2005
All Things Viral
Infecting you from around the globe with the day's epidemiological news....
The system will include a nationwide virus database, epidemic analysis and information sharing among foreign
experts, and regular announcements to the public, the Jun 1 report said. The information was attributed to Ma Juncai, assistant
director of the Chinese Academy of Sciences' Institute of Microbiology.
A great idea whose time has come, but then there's this from the same article:
Chinese officials have denied rumors of human cases associated with the outbreak.
I don't like it when chinses officials deny rumors. Makes me very nervous. Elsewhere in viral paranoia, at least 5 species
of migratory bird now seem to be carrying the avian flu virus. Same article:
A news report this week in the British magazine Nature said that until now, only a handful of migratory birds were
known to have died of H5N1 infection. The Chinese outbreak implies that the virus has become highly infectious and lethal
among migratory birds, prompting fears that the virus might have mutated in a dangerous way, the report said.
To say nothing of prompting fears that the virus is being carried by birds that friggin migrate! Hello!
If all this sounds like fun, and you'd like to join the Cult of Hypochondriacal Paranoiacs Who Fear the Flu (I'm
a card carrier), browse through this page a bit, labeled, congenially, PANDEMIC INFLUENZA. By lunch, you'll be wearing rubber gloves and a gas mask.
~
In viral writing news, I'm bouncing back and forth between the virus book (The Patron Saint of Plagues) and
the tarot book (The Magician and the Fool). It's a little like trying to juggle two banquet tables loaded down with
dinner for forty, but I'm doing it. Well, it's not really like that. Both books are at phases where I can jump in and out
rather easily, plus, I outline like crazy, so both books are set in my mind.
It's a relief, frankly, being able to hop over to the tarot story, which has multiple voices (letters and diaries from
past centuries, mostly). The virus book is a page-turner so I deliberately stepped back from the voice while writing
Patron Saint, letting it be as clean and neutral as possible so that the Big Scary Plot can swiftly take the story
forward. The tarot story has more opportunity for me to play the way I've played in my short stories - strange voices, skewed
points of view, disorienting "frames" of reference. After so many years of working on the page-turner, it's like sinking into
a bath to play with a book on the sentence level.
So yesterday wound up being a great day. I typed two chapters of M&A into the 'puter; Lisa and I rearranged
the house into our "summer arrangement" for maximum cross-breezery; conked out with the boy for a nap; then garden work and
a fine dinner of marinated pork, soba noodles, and all manner of veggies.
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Saturday, June 4, 2005
| "How Would You Fare in Ambergris?" - Results: |
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FATED TO SEE (AND DIE BY) SQUID
While strolling along the banks of the Moth, huge tentacles emerge
from the oily river and pull you to a watery grave. Only your shoes are found, floating further downstream. |
How would you fare in Ambergris?
Via Jeff Vandermeer.
(figured myself for a gray cap death, but hey).
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Friday, June 3, 2005
"The Rude Pundit thinks this: the American public, in growing numbers, knows in its heart that they've been lied to,
just like in Vietnam, and that Americans are being killed for those lies, just like in Vietnam. But fear is a powerful thing:
deep, psychological, repressed fear - that if the truth is not held back, then the monsters of anarchy must be unleashed.
It is better to take down a President for something a great deal more prosaic than war crimes and mass murder. Because what
does it say about us if our leader is guilty of such things?"
Could be. I think the fear is a little less abstract than that.
Americans aren't afraid of how they seem, what they are, or
what decisions they may have made. They're afraid of attacks on their country. That's a marked difference between post-9/11
psyche and the Vietnam era. In 1973, after a decade of escalation, middle America began to realize that Vietnam
posed us no threat, and, as the RP points out in his blog, only then turned on Nixon like dogs. In 2003, America believed terrorists
were on their doorsteps and that Saddam had Al Qaeda on speed dial (that's cowering Dennis Miller's joke, not mine). And while
I do agree with the RP's first sentence above, that Americans are increasingly wondering WTF?, they won't turn on
Bush in the current circumstances, because every body knows somebody who knows somebody who knows somebody who was at
the Two Towers that day. Right or wrong, real or imaginary, that dynamic will keep middle America in Bush's camp,
even while his approval numbers further plummet (and they will). America stayed the course in Vietnam for a long damn time,
and a lot more soldiers were dying daily than in Iraq, and there was no perceived immediate, physical threat, either.
But woe to Bush if US special forces find Osama before the midterm
elections. Once that boogey man is yanked out from under the bed, middle America might actually start wondering what the fuck they've been
smoking for the last 5 years.
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Thursday, June 2, 2005
Economists Call for Marijuana Regulation Debate
BOSTON -- June 2 --In a report released today, Dr. Jeffrey Miron, visiting professor of economics at Harvard University, estimates
that replacing marijuana prohibition with a system of taxation and regulation similar to that used for alcoholic beverages
would produce combined savings and tax revenues of between $10 billion and $14 billion per year.
http://www.commondreams.org/news2005/0602-20.htm
To which I say, WHAT? $12 billion? That's it?? That's chump change!
Yeah, if you get a dime bagger running things, maybe the US would only rake in a few billion. But let's think corporate: Federally
controlled and taxed Big Dope could be the new Big Tobacco, people. According to RJ Reynolds, the total federal, state, and
city tax burden on Big Tobacco is $7.7 trillion.
That's tra-tra-tra-trillion.
For half that, every liberry in the damn country could be open 24/7 with no late fees, wi-fi, lattes, and a drive-up window.
What about free college tuition? Schools with actual text books in them? Roads? Oh, how I dream.
Obviously, we couldn't get to that tra-tra-tra number right away. We'd have to slowly wean US agriculture off of corn and
canola, which wouldn't be hard because (a) marijuana's a weed - conversion will be simple, (b) it'll earn farmers a hell of
a lot more than friggin feed corn, and (c) the workers will be really, really, really into their work.
But won't mainstreaming dope drive down the price? Sure, a race to the pitiful bottom is inevitable, especially in ag. But
that's where niche markets come in. Think of it: certified organic, locally grown, fair trade, artisan, hand-rolled marijuana
cigarillos - now available at Whole Foods for $79.99 a pack.
To say nothing of established ancillary markets that would become more lucrative and, therefore, imminently more taxable:
Grafix, Lay's, Coppertone, Kryptonic skateboard wheels and trucks, Nabisco, Lucasfilms, the family farm, Visine, UC-Berkely,
Radiohead. Etc.
Or, another way to look it, as the article points out: "'Conservatives, especially, are beginning to ask whether we're
getting our money's worth or simply throwing away billions of tax dollars that might be used to protect America from real
threats like those unsecured Soviet-era nukes.""
Dope. It's not just for stoners anymore.
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