Reading The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms

The first nominee I chose to read this award season was The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms, but N.K. Jemison. I chose this one mostly because I thought the cover art was cool, which is odd because I read the kindle version, which made the cover art its black leather carrying case. As is often noted, cover art tells you little about the merit of the book within, but at the very least, the cover of The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms has a bearing on the story. This is not always – or even often – the case in science fiction.

The first in a trilogy yet to be completed, The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms take place in a world ruled by a single family. They were the ones chosen to rule the world with an iron fist from their city in the sky after an epic battle of the gods. The losing gods were forced to serve the ruling family as slaves, using their powers to fulfill the whims of the petty aristocrats and secure their hold on the kingdoms of the world. Presumably there are a hundred thousand of those kingdoms, but the world beyond the city is vaguely drawn to say the least.

In comes Yeine, the daughter of the former heir, who left and gave up her birthright after falling in love. Yeine has been recalled to take part in the struggle for the throne against two of her cousins. She’ll have to deal with secrets from her past and about her society and navigate the complex loyalties of the gods.

While reading old award winners from decades past, I would occasionally come across one that made me cock my head and ask, “What the heck is this?” I think The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms is that book for this year. In this case, that oddness works in it’s favor. The plot is actually pretty weak. The battle for the throne seems preordained for no apparent reason. There are quite a few moments where you want to ask why she doesn’t just make a different, better choice, but we aren’t given any reasons as to why she can’t.

Yeine herself is a compelling character and her relationship with the gods is extremely interesting and keeps the book moving. Jemisin doesn’t spend much time telling us what this planet is or whether things relate to the real world and that’s a good thing. Things just are and that allows the reader to hop right in from Yeine’s perspective.

All in all, I would recommend this one for the the character sketch of Yeine and the gods, although the villainous family members are a bit two-dimensional. The plot is paper-thin, and the political intrigues might be more compelling if things didn’t seem predestined. I don’t see this as the winner this year, but since this is Jemisin’s first novel, I’ll be very interested to see what she comes up with in future books.

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The Perils of Perry

Someday you may find yourself driving in your wife’s car – or anyone else’s car, for that matter – without your usual music, surfing the channels, trying to find something acceptable to listen to for what is really just a five minute drive back to your house. You may find that there are no acceptable alternatives. Maybe you can find DJs talking about how great the last song was and how awesome the music will be if you only stick around until after the twenty minute block of commercials they have coming up. Most likely quite a few of those channels are in the middle of a commercial marathon.

In the course of your search, you might discover  one channel playing music, albeit a Katy Perry song. You might here a little voice inside your head tell you that you might as well listen to this, since there isn’t anything else on the radio. You might think that it’s got a decent pop beat and, as a child of the 8os – presuming you are one of the chosen generation – you probably have a soft spot in your heart for a poppy love anthem. You might justify the listening to of this song because, after all, she’s instructing you to put your hands on her, and is informing you that you are, indeed, quite the turn-on. These are themes that most men can get behind.

Put these thoughts out of your head. What you might think is a 5 minute tryst that no one will ever know about is, in fact something much more insidious.

This is not mere music. It is the musical equivalent of an STD. It is ear herpes.

Shortly after you get out of the car, you will find that the tune is still in your head. You might not think much of this at first, but then you’ll catch yourself humming along. You might randomly inform your spouse that she makes you feel as though you’re living in a dream of some kind. Perhaps a teenage one. Perhaps telling her this will be intentional, perhaps not. It depends on just how bad your infection is.

Once you’ve let Katy in, she won’t let go. She’ll latch onto your neurons and squeeze out every last drop of what used to be your humanity.

With time, rest and plenty of less craptacular music, you can find solace again. But the price is high – far to high – to risk letting a diabolical earworm like this into your mind.

I beg of you, heed my example and turn back to the commercials before it’s too late.

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What Happens in Vegas Gets Posted on the Internet

My judgment has been called into question. MINE! Can you even imagine it?

The questioning in question revolves largely around this photo.

While you may be misled by the background into thinking we are on actual safari in the Serengeti, this was actually taken at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas. You can get your picture taken with a baby lion for $25. Who says no to that?

Apparently it was the bringing of the 2 year old that Jessica objected to. But these decisions were fortunately left to my good judgment, since she was in a conference all day.

I’d tell you everything we did, but I think this video below pretty much sums up the trip.

Attentive viewers will note that this video in no way sums up the trip. Although we did go to an aquarium, we also stood on the strip to watch an incredibly bad show involving pirates, went for a ride on a gondola, watched other people go for rides on gondolas, listened to music that was played near gondolas, and ate some ice cream.

The highlight of our trip did make the video, though. Did you catch it? It’s right there at the beginning…

That’s right: the monorail! Abigail likes the fish and all, but the part of the video she really wants to watch is us riding on the monorail.

Next time you’re in Vegas, I highly recommend it. If you’re with a toddler who likes trains. Otherwise it’s an overpriced pain in the ass.

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Daddy Blogging

My parents have been spending the last few weeks  in Puerto Vallarta and will be there a week or two longer. Naturally, this has led to my father starting his own blog. You can find the musings of his traveling mind at observationpoints.wordpress.com.

I highly recommend it. I’d start from the beginning and work forward, although it seems to me that he has accidentally deleted the first day post, which was awesome. Since I happen to have a copy of the text, I’ll reprint it here, just to get you started off on the right track with the latest Gorman-blog:

“We are definitely not in California any more.  The Friday night street party went very late.  The roosters began crowing in the middle of the night.  Their calls may have inspired the assortment of dogs to lend their sounds to the cacophony.  As if this weren’t enough the sounds of revving engines, squealing tires and frames as vehicles worked their way around tight corners on the steep hillside on cobbled stoned streets filled the air.  As they bounced along the drivers tooted their horns in greeting or in warning.

“As I walked out onto our patio this morning I thought I was in Marrakesh even though I have never been there; maybe the romance of the setting full moon help to set the mood.  We are up a steep hill (steeper than our practice facility at Helen Putnam) so we have a good view of the neighborhood.   Everywhere there is unfinished construction, shoddy looking structures mixed with newer, well-painted and architecturally pleasing buildings.  Colorful laundry is like scattered leaves across the vista.  We can look down the hill to Banderas Bay lying calmly under a low clinging layer of fog.

“We picked up some instant Nescafe coffee last night at the little market across the street which we are enjoying now.  I am delighted that the Internet worked on the first try.  It is wonderful to be able to communicate like this from such a different place in the world.  Pat started laughing this morning saying: “I didn’t know that there wouldn’t be walls”.  Our living room is open to the outside although it is under a nice overhang protecting our chilly splash pool and leading to our patio.  There is no escaping the sounds or the environment here.  So far we are laughing and enjoying.”

After reading that, I’d head straight here and navigate forward.

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The Quotable Abigail, Part X

On big questions: “What’s the big idea?”

On answers, given within inches of your face: “Are you the big idea?”

On story confusion: “Daddy read me ’10 Little Fingers and 10 Little Toes’ and I was, like, ‘what?'”

On facts of life: “Big boys and little boys are all the same.”

On unfortunate insights at the breakfast table: “You smell like burger.”

On the rules: “No one else can talk. I’m the only one who can talk.”

On the natural order: “I get to be the person and you get to be the horse!”

On a man’s place: “Daddy, you stay here and make dinner.”

On the prerequisites for reading about chipmunks: “Put your chipmunk eyes on, Momma.”

On why we stop Henry from clawing the carpet, misunderstanding of: “I stopped Henry from bowing.”

On the best position for an aching back: “Put one leg up and two legs down, Mama.”

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Peanut’s Last Soiree

I have a video for you today. It features Peanut, the longtime canine companion of my Uncle John, Aunt Sarah and Cousin Dillon. Peanut passed away in January, shortly after this footage was filmed. She had a long full life. In her youth, she spent most of her time chasing tennis balls.

Frankly, the tennis balls were a bit of a problem. Once, while they were away, I dropped something off on their porch, and on my way back out to the car, I spotted the tip of a black and white snout poking out from under the wooden fence on the side of the house. Peanut opened her mouth and a moist, gray tennis ball rolled down the driveway toward me.

I kicked it back, naturally.

This video was filmed at this year’s Christmas party, during which Peanut searched high and low for resting places near potential dropped edibles. This is the story of her search for snacks.

The lighting is terrible. The video is frequently out of focus. It has no beginning, middle or end. You can’t really make out much on the audio and the camera is as shaky as it gets.

So I decided to go the “French film” route.

Here’s Peanut’s final theatrical performance:

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The Tale of the Little Baby and the Big Girl

Abigail said unto the family that she knew of the little baby and the big girl and the family pleaded unto her to speak to them of the little baby and the big girl, so that they may know of them and their works. And thusly spake Abigail:

“One day the little baby and the big girl, they ran and jumped and they goed and goed and then they JUMPED! Then they jump jump jump jump jumped!”

And the family saw that it was good.

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Mia Time

Just a quick post today. Last weekend, Abigail got the chance to hold Mark and Molly’s daughter, Mia. Abigail was pretty low key about it at the time, but based on the amount of time she spent discussing it and the way she leaps around with glee whenever she does so, I’m thinking it’s one of the highlights of her life so far.

Although this picture may better express how overwhelmed Abigail felt at the time:

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The Youthful Photographer

Abigail picks up her camera only rarely, snaps a couple pictures and then declares herself done. Mostly she turns the lens on her toys or on her parents. Frequently, the camera is not facing in the right direction when she takes these. Often she is far to close to her subject. Pretty much always she is moving when she takes the picture.

Despite these shortcomings, I’m a big fan of her work. Here are a few of the images she’s managed to capture.

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Awards and The Brig

First of all, I wanted to note that the Nebula Award Nominees are out:

I’ll be getting to reading and let you know whether any of them are any good.

Second, I found out this morning that Nicholas Courtney died. Most people are probably unaware of him, but he played the Brigadier on Doctor Who in the 70s and has continued on in the role with bit parts and audio performances ever since. I wanted to drop this video in as a tribute to his time on the show. It’s mostly narrated by him, and it’s done up as a recruitment piece for the UNIT, the paramilitary group he was in charge of.

It IS a little long, so if you’re looking for something shorter, you could go with the A-Teamed up version.

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