Greetings from Mr.Ho

Earlier this month I received a piece of spam that was just so classic--I found it too humorous to delete. I saw it again today while sorting through email, and figured out that I could post it here.

From: Eang Seng Ho [mailto:engsengho@outlook.com]
Sent: Wednesday, May 06, 2015 3:14 AM
Subject: [SPAM]Greetings From Mr.Ho,

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Greetings,

I am Mr. Eang Seng Ho. I have no other way to reach you than these ways, please accept my apology. I am an account manager to one of our foreign late customer. It is my interest to contact you in respect of this our client who opened a draft account in my bank.

This deceased client of mine shares almost the same name as yours; He died as a result of heart-related condition on 14 of November 2011.His heart condition was due to the death of all the members of his family in the fukushima earthquake and tsunami disaster on the March 11, 2011 in northeastern Japan where they all lost their lives.

After his death, I sent a routine notification to his forwarding address, but got no reply. He died without making any will. The amount in His draft account opened in my bank before his unfortunate death is Twenty Eight Million Five Hundred and Twenty Six Thousand Two Hundred Dollars Only.

I want to present you as the beneficiary of the deceased. I will use my position and influence in our bank to make sure they release this money to you for our mutual sharing. If I wait for days and did not hear from you, I shall look for another person.

Kindly get back to me for more details.

Mr.Ho.

I particularly like that my name is "almost the same" as that of his deceased client--but he doesn't address me by name. And I like the inclusion of details such as the exact date of the fukushima earthquake. If that fact is correct then, surely, the entire letter must be.

Leaned In

I finished Sheryl Sandberg's Lean In the weekend before last. I'd heard vague negative things about it. Having finished the book, I conclude it's another case of press exaggeration of complaints of those who found within some items at which to take offense.

I found it rather readable, unlike too many business books. It was sprinkled with humorous anecdotes to keep me entertained.

A day or so later, I noted down this list of Takeaways:

• Even women need to be vigilant against inherent bias against women.
• Women tend to be more shy than men, but if you take some simple steps to encourage them, you'll bring them out of the woodwork & make them more useful to your organization.
• Men should be respected for doing housework.
• When insufficient number of women choose to make their career a priority, the next generation of children is raised with the same bias against women in careers.

Otherwise, I didn't think the book applied to me very much. I wasn't top-of-the-class at Harvard or anything close. I do software, not business. Compared to the people in her book, I've been incredibly lazy.

Most of my jobs have been in high tech, yet it was always quite normal for people to go home around 5:30. Sandberg had to be apologetic and assertive about the need to leave at such a time, even if she showed up at the crack of dawn. She stressed the importance of going home to be with her family every evening, and hastened to add that she logs back into work after her kids have gone to sleep.

After my kids have gone to sleep, I'm asleep too. Maybe in bed reading.

The book did have one good effect that I had not imagined. Here's an anecdote of my own:

I was picking my kids up from Hebrew school 2 Sundays ago. The lady who runs the school mentioned being laid off from her regular job. Her whole group was laid off. I had a vague idea that what she did was something like what was required for an open position at my company. She gave me her card. I gave it to someone at work. He emailed me the job description. I forwarded it on to her.

She emailed back, saying, it looks very interesting, but it seems to require one set of skills that I don't have.

Had I not just read Sandberg's book, I'd have emailed back, Oh well.

Instead, I remembered and quoted back a section where it said that men will apply for a job if they have 60% of the requirements, but women will only apply if they have closer to 100%. If you send in your resume, it could be you'll get a quick 'no thanks.' If you don't send it in, the answer is definitely no.

She sent in her resume. She got an interview--over the phone, and then in person.

The man who would have been her direct supervisor was impressed by her credentials and presentation. He wanted to redefine the job and hire her. Unfortunately, his boss didn't agree.

Still, it goes to show that it was worth a try.

Too many business books are structured like this

1. This book contains my idea
2. My idea has helped me, and other folks too.
3. Lots of people like my idea. 
4. I call my idea X. It is a great idea. It is better than many previous ideas, even previous ideas that might be similar to this idea.
5. Here is how some previous ideas failed.
6. Here is a list of the ways in which other previous ideas were inadequate.
7. Note how the ideas that had partial success contain these aspects X1, X2, X3, X4, X5, X6 which are more effective when combined into my idea X.
8. Here are 50 pages of testimonials about how great my idea is, and how useful it has been to different people.
9. ...?
10. After I've given up reading, maybe there comes the part where the author explains his idea.

Paul McCartney: Early Days & Scared - Lyrics from NEW

Really good music. I wish the radio would play it.
Here are the lyrics I typed in, without looking at the website:

Early Days

They can't take it from me, if they try--
I lived through those early days.
So many times I had to change the pain to laughter,
just to keep from getting crazed.

Dressed in black from head to toe,
two guitars across our backs,
we would walk the city road.
Seeking for someone who would listen to the music
that we were writing down at home.

But they can't take it from me, if they try
I lived through those early days.
So many times I had to change the pain to laughter
just to keep from getting crazy.

Hair slicked back with Vaseline like the pictures on the wall
of the local record shop.
Hearing noises we were destined to remember
We willed the thrill to never stop.

May sweet memories of friends from the past
always come to you, when you look for them.
And your inspiration, long may it last
May it come to you,
time and time again.

Now everybody seems to have their own opinion
on who did this and who did that.
But, as for me, I don't see how they can remember--
when they weren't where it was at.

And they can't take it from me, if they try
'cause I lived through those early days.
So many times I had to change the pain to laughter,
just to keep from getting crazed.
I lived through those early days--yes.
I lived through those early days.

Gloves

I should be able to buy a cannister of those cheap stretch gloves to keep in the car or by the door or wherever. A cannister of all the same color so they match.

They shouldn't sell those cheap gloves bound together in different colored pairs like they do: It's pretending we weren't going to lose them. If we weren't going to lose them, we wouldn't need to buy cheap gloves. We'd buy good ones.

ComeInHere4 app for smartwatch

Before you go into the kitchen [upstairs/the basement/wherever] etc, you announce:

"I'm going into the kitchen [wherever] to get salt [whatever]."

Then, once you are in the kitchen [upstairs/basement/wherever], you can say:

"What did I come in here for?"

And your smartwatch will reply:

You went into the kitchen[wherever] for salt[whatever].

This will save us all many steps. Its particular target market will, of course, be us aging Baby Boomers.

Parental egoboo

One of the fun things about being a parent is it enables you to make a mildly funny remark and watch your child respond with peals of laughter.
As a parent, you're already hardwired to think your child's laugh one of the most pleasant sounds in the universe, so it's quite gratifying.

New Year's Diet Resolution (Limited)

OK, as of 1/1/2015 no hard* cheese until Passover, except for free meals & when there's nothing to eat other than pizza.

*hard, as in not: ricotta, cottage cheese, neufchatel or cream cheese. Those I'll still eat.

I'm not sure about feta.  What do you think? (Does anyone read my blog?)
The good thing about feta is that it's usually in salads.
Hmm.

Of course, it's also in those lovely greek butter-filled pastries.

Feta only in salad?

Greek butter-filled pastries with feta and spinach. Spinach is healthy..

Bulger's business

I'm listening to audiobook version of Great Classic Westerns - Unabridged Short Stories.

This one takes place in a mining camp called Rattlesnake. A stranger comes into town, saying he needs to stay for a fortnight, for business. When asked about his business, he has a good reply, which you might want to use, yourself, someday.

"You say you've business over at Bigwood. What business?" said Briggs. 

"It's a peculiar business, young fellow," returned the stranger, gravely. "Thar's different men ez has different opinions about it. Some allows it's an easy business, some allows it's a rough business; some says it's a sad business, others says it's gay and festive. Some wonders ez how I've got into it, and others wonder how I'll ever get out of it. It's a payin' business--it's a peaceful sort o' business when left to itself. It's a peculiar business--a business that sort o' b'longs to me, though I ain't got no patent from Washington for it. It's MY OWN business."

From "Bulger's Reputation", by Bret Harte
http://www.online-literature.com/bret-harte/1669/

Bronson Pinchot did a great job on the narration.

Huh?

-- I have the list of the ducks that are going to leave.
-- What?
-- I have the list of the books that we're going to read.

Oh.

Life's more interesting when you're hard of hearing.

Mixing Pluffy and Premo

Bought a set of Pluffy yesterday using my 40% off Michaels coupon. It felt nice but was very hard to work with--too soft. I made a kind of cool Phoenix-like creature, but it sagged and fell apart. Wire inside didn't help much either. It's now a greenish grayish blob.

So next question was could it be mixed with Premo? Found answer on Internet today, so I'm pleased.

According to craftygoat.com and zigzag.co.nz, Pluffy mixed with Premo is the same as the discontinued product called Studio Sculpey.

I also saw that baked Pluffy should float, so one could try to create something like a very simple and flat-bottomed boat out of pure Pluffy.

From the sculpey.com website, answer to Baking and Mixing questions:

Pluffy®
275 °F (130 °C)
15 minutes per 1/4 inch (6 mm) thickness

premo! Sculpey®
275 °F (130 °C)
30 minutes per 1/4 inch (6 mm) thickness

premo! Sculpey® Accents
275 °F (130 °C)
30 minutes per 1/4 inch (6 mm) thickness
...
CAN OUR CLAYS BE MIXED WITH OTHER BRANDS?
Yes, all polymer clay brands can be mixed together. To ensure proper baking, the clays must be mixed VERY thoroughly in order to avoid separation or layering when curing. Use the baking instructions for the highest baking temperature and longest time for your clay mixture.

CAN OUR CLAYS BE MIXED TOGETHER?
Yes, all of the clays can be mixed together. Read and follow the baking instructions. When you mix clays with different baking temperatures, use the baking instructions for the highest baking temperature and longest time for your clay mixture.

Theater and the Interrupted Ritual: Readercon Thursday 10 July 2014

Starting from premise that theatre/drama stems from an "interrupted ritual", specifically:

9:00 PM    F    Theater and the Interrupted Ritual . C.S.E. Cooney, Greer Gilman, Andrea Hairston (moderator), Kenneth Schneyer. Theater theorists have put forth the idea that most theater begins with an interrupted ritual. This goes back to ancient Greek theater, which generally literally began this way, but in modern theater we see this in more subtle ways, with characters making a cup of tea or sorting the mail when someone else comes in. At Arisia 2012, Andrea Hairston talked about theater and performance being tied to spiritual practice, which resonates with the idea of the interrupted ritual. How does this idea relate to storytelling in general, and what can writers do with it?

Panelists agreed most drama portrays interrupted routine, but routine not the same as ritual.

A story is usually not about an ordinary day in someone's life, but about the worst day in their life or the most extraordinary day in their life.

(I thought of A day in the life of Ivan Denisovitch as counterexample, but the point of the book was to show how extraordinary/bad the ordinary day of a Gulag prisoner was.

In Thornton Wilder's Our Town, the recently-deceased Emily wants to "visit" her old life. She is warned to return to the most ordinary day possible--but even that turns out to be too precious for her to be able to bear its loss. Still, visiting the living is not routine for a dead person.)

They said going to a theatre was a type of ritual in itself.

Andrea Hairston talked about the magic of theatre:

• How rehearsals without an audience was difficult
• How audience contributed to the transcendent experience of a performance
• How non-actors are transformed by theatre exercises, e.g. putting on a mask will free them to do things they didn't do without the mask.
• How children on Halloween have similar experiences
• That children play in order to learn how to be human. Adults feel too old for child's play, but they do theatre, or they go to sf Cons where they can play like children again.

Then she said when she wrote a novel she thought about how to translate the theatre experience into the novel writing.

C.S.E. Cooney said that it was still theatre, with an audience of one reader at a time.

They quoted some theatre theorist a lot, whose name I did not catch.

Hatching a plot to take over the world?

Why take over the world? It would be an administrative nightmare.

Dream diary entry

A a highly-evolved future cat and I were about to slingshot into an even more distant future when we became suspicious of the claw beckoning us. It was revealed to belong to a bear who admitted: All the cats are in zoos. And the humans? There is no evidence of their existence.

Not a diet

I've never managed to sustain a diet, but until I can fit into the jeans that fit me last summer, I hereby will do my best not to rebel against the behavior that would characterize a diet.

Cheerios

It may have been second grade teacher Mrs Dukakis who taught us to write cinquains.

Cheerios
Baby valium
Are best fresh
Goes great with milk
Yum

My sister Melinda coined the 'baby valium' term. She was so right.

The first paragraph of a story requires

The first paragraph of a story requires a reason to read the second paragraph of the story.

Such as:

1. A charming character. By "charming", I mean anything that would cause the reader to want to spend more time with the character. e.g.
1. Likeable
2. One with which reader can identify
3. One who is intriguing by being very different from reader or anyone reader is likely to know well
2. An interesting world. e.g.
1. Life of Crime or others on Edge of Society
2. Life of Privilege from which most of us excluded
3. New sort of fantasy or science fiction setting
4. Old sort of setting made appealing by writer's descriptive powers
3. A charming, amusing, or unusual Point of View:
• Jane Austen — "It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
4. Impressive prose. That killer first sentence, e.g.
• William Gibson — 'The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.'

That killer first sentence is great if you've got one in you, but not necessary. To quote a Tweet that I can't find at the moment: The way to begin a story is to start telling the story.

And while I'm at it:

• Don't subject your character to a long series of perils without giving the reader a reason to care enough to want to follow the character through the adventure. Adventure or peril by themselves are insufficient.

Mid-snowstorm need to shovel

Husband: It's snowing so heavily. You really want me go out in that?

Me: It won't hurt you. It's not hail. It's better to go out before it gets dark.

Him: What if it's the dust of radioactive fallout?

Me: I think I'd have heard of it on Twitter by now.

Margie slams fiction

Rob came to a few of our NHWorD writers group meetings, so I followed him on Twitter. Last week he tweeted about a 3-minute Fiction Slam going on in Manchester Monday night. I didn't think I had any 3-minute fiction--I've been writing a saga-length story for most of my adult life--but I thought it might be of interest to the other members of my writing group. I forwarded the tweet to the NHWord email list.

Rob Greene (@rwwgreene) tweeted at 11:06 AM on Tue, Feb 04, 2014:
It's a fiction slam in the #MHT http://t.co/0by1WbhpQN #writing
(https://twitter.com/rwwgreene/status/430734027260035072)

For the rest of the week there were some replies and discussions. I didn't open the emails, but Gmail gave me a preview of the first lines of each email. Sunday, while waiting for my writing group meeting to begin, I read the emails. So and so didn't think they could handle being 'slammed', Rob assured them that it was a 'gentle slam', but even so, it was just a bad week for that, with Boskone starting this Friday. No takers.

Our meeting ended around 8. I remembered that I was out of deodorant and didn't think I should start a work week without it. Wal-Mart closes horribly late on Sunday night, so I headed over there. I bought deodorant, motor oil, bubble bath, tried to remember what kind of toothpaste my daughter wanted... So I was driving home at 9:37 when it occurred to me that I did have a short story that could probably be read in three minutes. I got home, found the story on Google Docs. Its word-count was 630. I tried reading my story with the kitchen timer and found it was too long. I did more editing. I sent an email to Rob, saying I might be able to slam, but didn't know if I could get there on time. He replied:

I can put you at the top of the waiting list, which is pretty much a guaranteed slot. I hope you can make it. -rob

The next day I googled "Word Count Three Minute Fiction" and found that the limit was 600 words. I snatched time to work on the story. By nightfall it was down to 548 words. I finished the work I promised to have ready by the next morning and left after 7. The Fiction Slam had already begun. I was 50 miles south.

I arrived at 8 pm, snuck in, sat down. There was a  piece of paper with a list of names on the table in front of me. There were ten names under "Guaranteed to Read" and three names under "The Wait List". Mine was at the top of the "Wait List". All of the names had checkmarks next to them except mine.

I listened to 8, 9, and 10. In between, I reread my story. I cut out 8 more words. I didn't know if my reading would really be within the three minutes. I figured that my turn would come at the bottom of the wait list, since I got there late, so while Number 10 was receiving judge's feedback I looked at my cellphone's clock feature. I chose the mode that counted down from three minutes and started to time my mouthing the words to the story. Two minutes in, only a few paragraphs left, they called my name.

I wasn't at the end of the wait list--they were using the original order. I shoved the phone into my pocket and walked up to the microphone.

Halfway through, I started to hear beeping. First I thought it was a cafe noise--a coffee maker or something. Then I thought maybe it means I've gone past my time. Was it really a 2-minute fiction slam? They didn't tell me to stop, so I figured I should read to the end. It was distracting with the beeper going off. When I finished, I turned to Rob and asked, "Was this a 2-minute or a 3-minute story?"

"Three minutes," he said.

"Oh. I thought the beeper was because I'd gone past my time."

"I don't know what that beeper is."

Then I realized what, and pulled my cellphone out of my pocket. Even though I had set the sound to zero, that only turned off the ringer. The three minute timer had been going off.

"I sabotaged my own performance," I said to the judges.

One of them said, "I thought it was a special effect."

Grasshoppers

When I was in 7th grade we had to bring in grasshoppers to dissect. Until that time, I'd never seen one, except in books. The kids who weren't as good in school brought in the grasshoppers.

Now I live in a house where there are lots of grasshoppers in the backyard. They hop out of the way when I mow the lawn.

StorifyHelp replies, I click "Publish" again, and it works

@pargery It looks like your story isn't actually published — did you press the "Publish" button in the editor?
— Storify Help (@Storifyhelp) December 22, 2013

So I returned to my Storify account, found the story at the bottom of the Profile window (Zoe had to show me yesterday that it was down there.) and didn't see a "Publish" button. But I found an Edit button and reasoned that I could Edit and then try Publish again. That worked, though before clicking "Publish" I checked, just in case there were more Jeffrey tweets. I was glad I checked, because there were two more, which leaves the story with two more interesting tweets than had ended it last night.

@Storifyhelp Thanks for your reply. I just tried again & now have working & shortened URL: http://t.co/VS02xf6QYE
— Margery Harrison (@pargery) December 22, 2013

I had added " - 1" after the title, just in case Storify does not permit additions after "Publish", but now it looks like it wasn't needed.
I spent time yesterday trying to find the answer to whether I could edit after Publish. This resulted in Storify tweeting that question to my regular Twitter stream. I had thought I was was just adding the question to the comments section of their support blog, which was the only way I had found to ask a question. I deleted the tweet when I saw it in my regular stream because it looked stupid out of context: "Can I edit a story after I Publish it?"
So, bad automated interface, but how nice that they have Storifyhelp humans working on the weekend to answer questions.

Collecting Philip Pullman's Tweets on Jeffrey the House Fly using Storify

Jeffrey our resident fly is the most polite insect I've ever met. He leaves our food alone but sits on my shoulder to read the Oxford Times.
— Philip Pullman (@PhilipPullman) November 14, 2013

Phillip Pullman was tweeting about a fly in his house. It reminded me of when I was blogging about a spider web I was seeing in the ladies room at work, only I look back at those blog entries as possibly a sick manifestation of the creative desperation of my life at that time, whereas Pullman's tweets about Jeffrey the housefly and all that follows are charming, intriguing, and delightfully written. I set up an account on Storify to collect the Jeffrey Tweets, because it's more pleasant to read the story in chronological order. When you read Tweets directly from Twitter, they are all reverse chronological because it's more natural to read from the top down.

I'm hoping my daughter or husband might draw some pictures to illustrate it.

http://storify.com/pargery/pullman-jeffrey

I had some difficulty with the Storify User Interface, and ended up having to re-insert half the Tweets after they were lost. I finally finished a 2nd time late tonight. I had thought I'd finished it around noon today and had to make pancakes in penance for ignoring children while I was trying to put it together..

And the link is still not working. Not a good GUI for Storify.

Yankee Candle Fundraiser Magazine Subscription Wastes Trees and Time

My daughter's school was having a Yankee Candle Fundraiser. I didn't want any of the Yankee Candles, but the fundraising catalog also included magazine subscriptions. So I ordered a magazine subscription. Weeks later, the order arrives in a box. My daughter is excited: What's in the box?

Inside the box is a piece of paper with a postcard and a website address and an activation code. I need to either send in the postcard or go to the website in order to get the magazine subscription.

Could they have saved 2 or 3 bucks off the subscription price by not sending this information in a box? How about an envelope? Or an email? Or just signing me up for the subscription, as I expected would happen?

Maybe they save enough money from people losing the coupons to make it worth it.

Not wanting to waste my $15, I log onto the website and fill in the information and the name of what magazine I want, again.

They send me a confirmation email:

Dear Margery,

Thank you for ordering from TheMagazineStoreOnline.com and supporting our fundraiser!
Please review the details for order #12345 below. ...
Please remember it takes between 8 and 10 weeks for your magazine subscription(s) to begin.

8 to 10 weeks. The irony is, my order is for a subscription to Fast Company.

Complaint about a 1953 Philip K Dick story - Imposter

With spoilers, of course:

OK, so it's in this robot anthology: Souls in Metal, published in 1978. It was in the bookcase at home. It reprinted robot stories written between 1938 to 1974.

Imposter, by Philip K Dick, is a very dramatic story. The narrative is in the third person, but the point of view is limited to one character--a man, or so we think, who's working on an important military project. His name in Olham. He seems like just a normal guy, with a wife, a love of the outdoors, and a longing to take a break, a camping trip, in the woods outside of town.

But, no, we find out he's suspected of being a robot--a spy robot--sent by the alien enemy. The robot has landed in a spaceship in the woods outside of town, and murdered the main character after first copying out the man's memories and impersonating him. The robot contains a bomb, that will be set off the moment the man utters a triggering phrase. The danger is that the robot will carry the bomb into the heart of the Secret Military Project and set it off.

The main character knows they must be wrong, and does his best to prove who he really is. After clever plot twists, he escapes and makes his way to the spaceship where the robot landed. He wants to prove the robot failed his mission. Instead, he finds his own dead body. In despair, he says, "But if that's Olham, then I must be---"

Oh no! That was the triggering phase. The story ends with:

The blast was visible all the way to Alpha Centauri.

And I thought, "Wow," and then, "Huh?"

Because the triggering phrase was obviously the result of seeing his own dead body, that is, he was set up to explode exactly where the robot found him in the first place.

Which made me wonder, why would the aliens bother with the whole robot thing, if the blast from exactly where their spaceship landed would be seen all the way to Alpha Centauri? All they needed was to set off the bomb immediately. What happened to the purpose of the robot to take the bomb into the heart of the Project? Did the aliens then fail? That wasn't the implication. The implication was that blast blew up all of Earth, kabloom. So, anyway, it doesn't make sense. Did I miss something? If not, then,

How did Dick get away with it?

Playing with clay at Castle Hill

So, looking back at my wish list from earlier this year, one of the items was "I want to play with clay." I had a week's vacation to take this summer. I did web-searches for short writing and art classes that would meet the week I had off. I found the Castle Hill Art Center in Truro MA, Cape Cod. 

We rented a cottage. The weather was beautiful. We even managed to avoid the bad traffic, somehow, renting Sunday to Sunday. If only Zubie hadn't had a major bad-back episode for the entire time, culminating in a Wednesday afternoon (perfect beach weather) ambulance ride to Cape Cod hospital in Hyannis (thank you Kennedys), it would have been a glorious vacation. 

The sculpture class reminded me how much I like sculpture. I've been working on wire mermaids since then. I've been neglecting story-writing, and that feels bad. The mermaid-sculpting is fun. Maybe I'll have stuff ready for Arisia this year.

Tonight's quick miso soup

Filled & started electric tea kettle.
In the meantime diced up some onions and carrot, about :

• diced quarter of a large red onion
• diced small carrot

Saute'ed in a few tablespoons oil.
Added a chunk of miso. About

• 3 tablespoons? miso

Stirred in the hot water, with about 2 tablespoons of leftover tomato-basil sauce to use it up from the jar.
Added about

• 3/4 cup frozen spinach

Sprinkled in the following spices:

• ginger (very little)
• sage (tiny bit)
• cumin
• coriander 
• garlic powder
• a bit of black pepper

It's not great, but not as terrible as experimentation might warrant. Rather warm and soothing.
Just recording the ingredients for improvement later.
I think the ginger is important, even though in a small quantity.

Last Sunday's Fish Chowder

Ingredients

• About 5 or 6 large red potatoes, peeled and sliced thin (leave some slivers of red peel).
• less than a pound or so of fish chunks (I used the Trader Joe's frozen cod pieces, inexpensive fish)
• 3 large carrots, peeled and sliced into disks
• 2 tablespoons olive oil
• 1 tablespoon butter
• red onion diced
• 3 tablespoons flour
• 2 cups milk

• spice to taste:
• dill (optional)
• tarragon (optional)
• basil (optional)
• ground bay leaf (or add a whole bay leaf before adding the carrots)
• parsley
• paprika
• fresh ground pepper
• salt

Directions

Peel and slice potatoes, add to soup pot until they fill about 1/2 way up.
Rinse, discard rinse water, and then fill with enough water to cook the potatoes.
When they are close to cooked, add the carrots.

In a saucepan, saute the diced red onion in olive oil and butter. Add flour, stir it around and let it brown. Gradually add in about 3/4 cup milk until you have a cream sauce.

Add the fish pieces to the potatoes in the soup pot, then stir in the cream sauce. Thin the chowder out with more milk.

Spice to taste.

ALZA ARRIBA!

I don't know Spanish, but my husband is from Chile. From his dad, we learned a great thing to yell at kids when you want to get them out of bed in the morning:

Alza arriba!
Trinca el coy!
Coy a la batayola!

Here's his translation/pronunciation guide:

Alza arriba! - AL-sa  a-RRI-bha (literally loft upwards)
[RR meaning hard R like Rabbit]

Trinca el coy! - TRIN-ca El COy (tie up your hammock, which is otherwise known as "hamaca". "Trincar" in general parlance means to bind up or corner in)
[R meaning soft R like train]

Coy a la batayola! - COy  A LAH   BAH-tah-yoeh-lah (Put the hammock away on the batayola which I think means bulkhead stringer, some sort of shelf structure along the hull or bulkhead)

Ready for a Red Wedding?

I watched the first season of Game of Thrones this weekend. Unlike those who watched it before June 7 of this year, I think I may have benefited from the protection of all of those Red Wedding Tweets and news stories. As I watched the story unfold, I thought:

"What a nice family. They're all going to DIE." 

I didn't fall in love, though I have to admit I particularly like the younger daughter. She's fun.

I was even annoyed at the dad's honorable stubbornness. Didn't he know what story he's in?

Of course, do any of us?

What kind of story are you in?

Yes, I did finish

Not to leave my non-existent readers hanging, I thought I should post that I did indeed finish The Casual Vacancy. I also finished building the garden and moving in the tomatoes and cucumber plants. I'll post a photo of the garden if I'm ever home when the sun is out.

I did like the book. It did make me wonder if J. K. Rowling will always be bursting full of characters. I liked that all the characters were understandable--none were entirely good or bad. Unlike in the Potter volumes, there was no obvious main character. At the end of the book, I realized there probably had been a main character, and it wasn't whom I would have expected it to be from the beginning. That was fitting, because the novel illustrated the error in judging and dismissing a person. 

You could derive this moral from the novel:  

Pay attention to your kids, and pay attention to other people's kids too. 

 Spoiler alert: Very sad things happen.

four tomato plants, forty dollars and four hours later

    You see, the best luck I ever had growing tomatoes was when I was living in the middle floor of a triple-decker in Medford MA. I bought some cherry tomato plants on impulse outside at the local Rite Aid, (the one we could walk to, on the corner of Rt 60 & Rt 28, on the border with Malden).
    I put the tomato plants in giant plastic flower pots on the back porch and they produced wonderful tomatoes. The only plant that didn't produce tomatoes was in the smallest of the big pots, so I reasoned that you need big pots to produce tomatoes.
    Fast forward thirteen years and on impulse I buy a 4-pack of cherry tomato plants from the Farm and Flower Market in Manchester NH. I planted them in the only surviving pot on the back porch but I knew it was just a temporary tomato home. Weeks have gone by. The tomatoes are too big and one is toppling over. My husband has suggested the idea that he might build a "raised bed" garden for them at the end of the driveway, but that has not happened.
    Today I take one of the kids and we go to Devrient Farm to get a bag of potting soil. They're out, but I leave with a flower pot containing a 'pickling' cucumber plant, and some fresh off-the-truck strawberries to just eat. They suggest Goffstown Hardware for the potting soil.
    I look in Big Lots for big pots but don't want to pay $14 for an ugly one. I try Goffstown Hardware store and the hardware guy sells me a 'kit' for building a raised garden bed ("These were on sale last week, but today I'll still give you the sale rate of $29.99." "Will it fit all four tomato plants?" "Oh, yes.") and a bag of garden soil that the guy says will be big enough but I don't think so. It remains to be seen.
    I spend an hour searching the house for a screwdriver with the right bit and my electric drill ("Before I married, I had an electric drill with all the bits in the package. Where is it? And where's the case for my profile sander? Why is it out of its case? And how do I know the missing drill bits aren't buried in this sawdust? Can't you clean the sawdust.." most of which was said downstairs while my husband the target of all this was upstairs. Probably a good thing.) and then trying to figure out the relatively simple directions for putting together the 4x4 raised bed kit: four posts, eight boards, 20 screws, and 4 square caps for the posts.
    I dig out the section near the front door where we've decided to put it. Not as sunny as it ought to be, but the underlying soil is good there, unlike near the driveway where it's not. It's also a pretty spot to add a 4x4 mini-corral, so we could always plant shade-loving flowers if the tomatoes don't work out. For this season, it's also a good spot because we'll see the tomatoes as we walk in and out and remember to take care of them.
    I cut up the grass by stepping on the shovel. I find lots of small rocks and four very large flat-ish rocks, three of which I pull out of the square. With all those rocks out, it is now a sunken garden bed. After pulling out the third rock and standing it up against the 'raised bed' fence I was just too tired to do any more.
    Shower and supper. To be continued tomorrow.
    Tomatoes and their new cuke pal are still on the back porch.

I just started reading The Casual Vacancy

It's great to read JK Rowling freed from Potter: her wicked observations of character allowed to be from a grown-up point of view, and her characters with access to modern technology such as mobile phones and websites.

I've got a library-booksale tape cassette version of the first Harry Potter book playing in my '97 Corolla. In a recent crisis, "there wasn't enough time to get an owl to Charlie" to modify a plan to collect an illicit dragon. Too bad Charlie and the kids didn't have access to telephones. What magic.

Cold Potato-Dill Soup : Instant

I threw this together the other night and it came out pretty good, considering the level of effort. Decent comfort food. Fat-free, if made with skim milk.

Ingredient list with approximate amounts:

• 1/4 C Potato Flakes (We use "Idaho" brand)
• 1/4 C Hot Water
• 1/2 C Milk
• 2 or 3 ice cubes

Spices shaken in from their bottles. Very rough guess as to amount. Add "to taste":

• 1 teaspoon dried dill
• 1/4 teaspoon salt
• 1/4 teaspoon garlic powder
• 1/4 teaspoon paprika

Directions (Serves 1):

Fill the electric tea kettle to its minimum amount and turn it on.

Pour the instant mashed potato flakes into the bottom of a deep soup bowl.

Stir in the dill flakes so that it's a nice-looking mixture with the green mixed into the white.

Also stir in the garlic and salt, so that it can all dissolve when you

Add the hot water and stir it until it dissolves and is smoothly mixed in.

Stir in milk until smooth.

At this point, it's not cold enough, so add the 2 or 3 ice cubes and keep stirring until they melt.

Sprinkle some paprika on top.

Nice cold summer soup, with minimum effort. I hope you like it.

Oz the Great And Powerful - Comments, with Spoilers

There was a lot that was good in the movie but it had two major flaws.

The biggest flaw is that if you're going to set up the story at the beginning with a lot of real-life issues that need to be resolved, then he needs to go back to Kansas at the end to resolve them. I'm all in favor of Oz being a real place, so he has to stay in Oz because Dorothy has to meet him there later, but if that's the ending you're going to have then you need a beginning that allows for that. The ending set up was one where he apologizes to his friend and proposes to the woman he loves. Smooching her avatar at the end does not provide the necessary closure.

There was a marvelous moral closure from the setup where Oscar tells the woman he loves that he doesn't want to be a good man like his father, he wants to be great. Then at the end of the film Glinda points out that through his experience he has learned that goodness is better than greatness. Lesson learned, but we needed to see it acted upon.

The other flaw was the actor playing the future Wicked Witch of the West (Mila Kunis as "Theodora"). Yes, it was a cartoon role with simple lines, but a better actor would have given it the range it needed, and the range that would have made it enjoyable to watch.

Her sister "Evanora" was better, but she kind of suffered from lack of plot. She didn't have enough backstory or motivation. Something missing.
There are parts of the story that just seem inadequate, like it was created without enough love.

Nothing was missing in the opening sequences. The movie was great and moved wonderfully for the entire in-Kansas part. Although you had to question whether the magician's audience really were so unsophisticated that he couldn't have just said said to the little girl something along the lines of "I'm an illusionist, sweetie. I don't perform miracles. I'm sorry." People nowadays don't expect magicians to be actually performing magic, but we love to watch them anyway. Was the 1890's audience that much different? But, OK, the action flowed through the Kansas sequences, so questions like that really weren't a problem.

The tornado scene was a lot of fun.

I liked the mechanical creation of magic as a solution to what seemed to be an impossible task. That was a great piece of the plot. The fog and mechanical robots to trap the evil flying baboons was a great idea. The projection of Oz in the cloud of smoke was a wonderful effect and fairly set up.

I loved the beginning with Kansas being both black and white and also a smaller square screen. Then Oz opens out as wide and colorful.

I did find the colors kind of not quite right. The look worked for the Alice in Wonderland movie, but it didn't please me as Oz. Of course, that's the set designer's prerogative. I did like the dramatic landscape, cliffs and trees.

The people traveling in bubbles was from one of the books. It was fun to recognize that.

When the movie came out I was afraid it would be Gregory Maguire's blood-soaked Oz. It was a relief that it wasn't.

The opening credits were great. The closing credits dragged, and the song changed before the credits were over from the waltz that fit the grand-retro mood into a contemporary sort of thing that didn't go with the mood at all.

Another thing that felt unresolved was that the Wizard had an entire bottle of glue. Why not look through the china town and see if there's anyone else they could glue together? I kept expecting them to get around to it and they didn't. They seemed to be setting it up with the china girl asking for him to grant the wish of restoring her family. But then they didn't do it. It seemed wrong.

the key to happiness

My boss said that the key to happiness is having reasonable expectations. People are often unhappy because they want too much--they want what they can't have. 

I agreed with him. Sincerely. I thought, I have great kids, a loving husband. We're healthy. We live within our means and don't try to own more. I'm happy. 

Though of course, not wanting is not a complete philosophy. If we're all content with only what is reasonable to expect, the society would stagnate. Businesses would fail. We need to want what we maybe can't have in order to write novels or invent things. Creativity requires a certain amount of desperation.

I went back to my desk. And found myself thinking:

I want chocolate.
I want music.
I want to draw pictures.
I want sleep. Now.
I want to go outside.
I want sex way more often.
I want a Coke Zero. I don't want to pay vending machine prices.
I want to play with clay.

Driving home tonight, I kept thinking:  I want a new car, but I know it won't make my commute any less long.

When I got home, my husband had set up the new TV I'd bought last week. He'd finally decided we should keep it, even thought it didn't have the VGA connection that the salesman at Best Buy had told me it did have. It was still a good price. Not too large. Reasonable. It doesn't squeak like the old one. It will make us happy. For a reasonable length of time.

I hate the submission process

I totally hate it.

I love writing. I love my stories, writing, in my own little world. My own world.

I'm even OK with people in my writing group reading and not liking or understanding my stuff. I'm used to that. I've had lots of experience with a range of reactions from people I know who've read things I've written.

But this sending the story off to a total stranger to be rejected, it's really hard. It makes me very nervous.
I hate the rejection. I hate being lumped with all the weirdos sending in their stuff, and not knowing how to phrase a cover letter correctly. Being just plain nervous.

Yeah, the trick I suppose is to get so used to the sending them off and being rejected that it's like the regular people reading my stuff experience.

Yeah. Fine.

I hate this.
I hate it.

Best story from the slush pile: When I was reading slush for Aboriginal years ago. I read one of the best sf stories I've ever read. I think of it now and then. The editor rejected it. I always remember. I always relate this anecdote to remind hopeful authors: a rejection means that one person didn't like your story.

And I always think of that writer of that story, wish I remembered his name. And hope so bad that being rejected by Aboriginal, not the top of the science fiction market at the time, hoping so much that rejection didn't discourage him. Because he was really good. At least his story was.

And don't tell me there's a difference. We don't feel it, though we tell ourselves we should. We should say "rejected the story I sent in" not "they rejected me." I try to. I don't feel it.

That's just how it goes.

Goodnight.

I saw violets last weekend

Roses are red.
Violets are purple.
Nothing rhymes with purple,
So poets call them blue.

I heard a new song today, by someone I never heard of before

"Two fingers" by Jake Bugg. Here's the YouTube link to the video.

Thank you radio station 92.5, the River. You played the song on my drive to work and then again on my drive home. In the morning you told me his last name used to be Kennedy. At night, you told me that 2 fingers in Britain is a gesture that is rude or one of defiance. Thank you for the educational liner notes.

(And, by the way, River, you don't have to bracket every new song you introduce with two very old ones. It's true, I do call you "the station for people who listened to WFNX in the 1980's", but that was when WFNX was "Your new music source", and we still like new music. But that's OK, I like your selection of old music. Could you play Supertramp? How about Sting's Lute music?)

Anyway, Jake Bugg is so young, I think we can look forward to lots of good music from him in the future.

What a pleasure for a Tuesday.

your Warriors name

So my daughter is really into this feral-cat book series called Warriors. Today she dragged me over to the computer so I could generate my Warriors name from an app on their website. You enter your first name and your hometown, and it will generate your cat Warrior name.

"What's my hometown?" I asked. "Where I live? Where I grew up?"

My other daughter showed up at that point.

"We used where we were born, so it would be different," they answered.

We started playing with it and found that it is a very simple mapping. It only looks at the first letter of name and hometown.

a->Hawk
a->fire

b->Tangle
b->claw

c->Wild
c->talon

d->Swift
d->eyes

Thus Amelia from Dover would be called Hawkeyes

e->Rain
e->fur

f->Thorn
f->tail

g->Fuzzy
g->mask

h->Mud
h->face

i->Loud
i->storm

j->Bramble
j->foot

k->Moss
k->ears

l->Leopard
l->pelt

m->Scar
m->nose

Max from Hudson would be "Scarface".

n->Bright
n->heart

o->Running
o->belly

p->Sand
p->shadow

q->Dawn
q->flower

r->Ice
r->breath

s->Spotted
s->path

t->Rock
t->legs

This isn't a good way to do it. Sisters often share first initials. Tammy and Tracy from Newton would both be "Rockheart".

u->Red
u->sky

v->Mouse
v->pool

w->Tiger
w->head

x->Flower
x->wish

y->Claw
y->stalker

z->Blue
z->sayer

I mean, they have a computer. Why not assign a number to each letter of the name and map from the totals divided-remaindered (%) to the number of choices?

Anyway, use the chart above to find your Warrior name. Is that fun?

buttermilk matzoh brei

Postscript to previous post: Buttermilk does give fried matzoh quite a unique flavor.

If recipe needed:

Crumble up 5-6 sheets of matzoh, add buttermilk and milk until enough to soak through. Give it time to soak through. Then add 2-3 eggs, stir it all up and fry on both sides in fresh-churned butter (with a bit of olive oil if the butter is too salty).

For cooking the matzoh brei, I use a nice heavyweight Berndes teflon pan from the Passover Brigadoon of dishes, that I appreciate yearly.

OK, after you melt the butter with oil, you put the batter (well, half of above at a time will fit in my Berndes pan) into the pan and hope that it sizzles. Then lower the heat to medium to let the pancake cook through. After it is almost dry on top, you can flip it over to cook the other side.

In our family we serve it with cinnamon sugar on the side.

We churn butter for passover

Last year, the Stop & Shop brand butter was marked Kosher For Passover. This year, we checked four grocery stores and couldn't find kosher for passover butter. We did find kosher for passover heavy whipping cream, however. So you're guessing what comes next:

First, I tried the shake-cream-in-a-jar method that was vaguely remembered from elementary school.

That resulted in barely whipped cream before I decided I had better things to do.

Fortunately, we had koshered the Kitchen Aid Mixer. We started with whipped cream, took out two spoonfuls to top two mugs of cocoa, and then kept going.

It whipped and whipped for a very long time.

It was good I looked it up on the Web, for http://www.wikihow.com/Make-Butter-by-Whipping told me to turn the speed of the mixer down.

I sprinkled in some salt (too much, it turned out) kept working on my computer, and left the mixer going, and going, and going.

At some point the mixing became a slosh. I looked inside, and, indeed, as promised, the very-whipped-cream had become clumps of butter inside buttermilk.

Too bad about it being too salty. It is still edible.

The question is whether to whip more of the whipping cream to dilute the saltiness. It probably took a lot of electricity to make that one batch.We'll have a few slices of matzoh-and-butter before we decide whether to bother.

Anyway, was this educational for the kids? I suppose.

It showed them one of the bizarre consequences of playing the Passover game.

Boskone 50 - Saturday - A bit of George R.R. Martin

The Boskone schedule had this item listed as taking place in Dragonslair (the children's corner) at 4pm today:

Something Art-y: Bring your Imagination! Join John Picacio, Official Artist of Boskone 47, for this art project.

That sounded exciting, so I went downstairs to participate in that with my daughter. Some weird conceptual art piece, it sounded like.

Instead there were a few children playing with cardboard and pipe cleaners. John Picacio showed up and asked the head of Dragonslair what he was supposed to do. There wasn't a lot of clear direction. My husband showed up and said hi. I found some construction paper and asked Mr Picacio, Do you want to draw something?

"I don't think the kids would be all that interested," came the reply.

My husband made some folded thing out of a light blue sheet of paper.

"What's that?"

"A mask." He showed me.

Mr. Picacio and the kids started to collaborate on a creation made from strips of paper. My daughter made a pretty cool mask out of pink paper and pipe cleaners.

I went upstairs to a panel. It wasn't very interesting. I left.

I looked at the schedule again.

There was a George RR Martin reading. I haven't read his stuff. We're too cheap to get HBO. But I've always heard good things about him, and it is interesting to hear how successful authors read, so I went in.

He was describing a battle scene. He read with a very good voice. He knew his stuff.

Then came the question period.

Someone asked if his story was a parallel to the War of the Roses. He said he stole from lots of different interesting bits of history. He quoted: "If you steal from 1 source, it's plagiarism. If you steal from many, it's research."

Another question led to him recounting how he has received letters from fans who have tried to explain about the seasons on his planet by complicated descriptions of the planetary orbits. His response:

I've thought not at all about the planetary orbits. It's a fantasy book, not a science fiction book....Obviously, science fiction fans have stumbled into the wrong tent.

Someone asked, "Do you feel guilty when you kill your characters?" He replied,

I do feel guilty. Yes, they're like my children....The red wedding until 3 [is that what he said?] was the hardest thing I ever wrote.....Sometimes I say I don't kill them--the other characters do....Death is a part of life. Part of all our lives. Fiction should treat it...When a character dies, you should feel it as you do when one of your loved ones dies....It is important to show death in the cost of war.

When asked about Metal bands using his motifs he said that Rock music influenced him to write Armageddon Rock when he was younger and that all art interacts. He added that he was more of a Simon and Garfunkel fan.

Someone asked if he felt bad that people were only paying attention to the Thrones books, not his many earlier works and he said yeah, he would like it if he could get his readers to read the other books. He said that Stephen Donaldson discovered after writing other books that he had many more Thomas Covenant fans than Stephen Donaldson fans. He said that J.K.Rowling was finding that her many Harry Potter fans weren't coming over to her new adult book. He added that since she now had "more money than the Queen", she could sit in her castle, be waited upon by "the entire cast of Dowton Abbey", write whatever she wants, and if three people buy the book then that's fine.

OK, so I first heard about George RR Martin while watching the old TV show Beauty and the Beast. My boyfriend at the time saw the credits and said, "Oh, George R.R. Martin, he's a big science fiction writer." Which goes to show how long Mr Martin has been on my I-gotta-get-around-to-reading-him-someday list.

The question I would have liked to ask would have been along the lines of, "What book of yours would you recommend to someone who doesn't want to commit to a long series?" But I don't know, I think it might be rude to say to a famous author that you haven't read any of his books.

So, to change the subject for a second or two off of Game of Thrones, I raised my hand and recounted how that TV show was the only one I can remember where I would watch at the beginning to see who had written the episode, and if it was by George RR Martin or David Peckinpah, then I knew it would be a good episode. If not, well the way I phrased it was that other episodes were often written with a different philosophy. The word I was reaching for was closer to schmaltzy, cloying, icky, overly sentimental. That show skated on the edge of icky and too often fell in. Some of the writers were icky and others were cool.

George RR Martin's face seemed to freeze in a way that made me think the subtext was "I am responding in a diplomatic fashion to your question because it would not be good to repeat anything nasty about my friends in television." That could just be my imagination, of course.  I may have made a mistake in praising Peckinpah. Martin said that his own stories were more of the fantasy mystical magical bent, while Peckinpah was more into gritty urban tales. He said that it was a great show to write for because the writers were given a lot of freedom.

When asked about his attitude towards his works being adapted, he mentioned the "truckloads of money" that writers are offered for such adaptations, and that the time to negotiate what happens to your work is before you take the truckloads of money. He said J.K.Rowling could negotiate very good terms because there were many who wanted to make movies from her books. He said that he turned down the first truckload of money that backed up in front of his door, because it was an offer to make a single movie out of his hours and hours of stories. He said that the current deal allows him certain amounts of creative control and that he is satisfied with it. He said that complaining about what happens to your work after you have accepted the truckloads of money is like after you've sold your house complaining about the furniture that the people who bought your house are using.

He talked about how Ireland was a great place to film the show because it saves them money, Ireland even gives them money (and they generate a great deal of money for them in return) and also that it gives them access to an excellent cast of classically trained Irish and British actors.

In response to another question he said that the character Osha was rather colorless in the book, but that  Natalia Tena, who plays her, gives a mesmerizing performance, that would likely influence him if he writes more about Osha in future work. He said her performance was mesmerizing even before she took off her clothes for the role, and even more mesmerizing after.

Someone asked if the plot ever had to change because, for example, an actor wanted to leave the show. He said absolutely, when Linda Hamilton decided to quit Beauty and the Beast they had to write her out. They decided to kill her, but then it was Beauty and the Beast without a beauty. So they introduced another Beauty, but the show only lasted for 6 months after that. He said it was because they had built up the love between the two characters as being such a Great Romance that the audience wouldn't accept a substitute. You can't have Romeo and Juliet and then say, oh no, what I meant was Romeo and Harriet.

That is not what I remember as going wrong with the show. As I said, the show was always on the edge of ickiness. The way they killed off Hamilton's character was kind of icky, but actually, I didn't really like Hamilton's character very much. I liked the new character they brought in to replace her much better. One of the mistakes they made in the writing was to have the boss of the killed character retroactively have been in love with her. They had to give him an icky love motivation instead of just a righteous wanting to find the killer of his respected employee and friend.

It reminded me of the Remington Steele mistake made way too early in the show where they take the character who is supposed to be the female lead's male best friend and reliable brother type character and have him fall in love with her. It is not our fantasy to have our friends in love with us, because then we can't rely on them as friends, and also we feel sorry for them and guilty and pressured and just, ick.

Right. So I was feeling a little guilty about bringing up Beauty and the Beast, wondering if Mr Martin would have mentioned a Thrones example otherwise, for that would have made the audience much happier.

He did complain about how there can be loads of different James Bonds and Charlie Chans etc, but that  TV audiences just won't accept the re-casting for a TV character. He said it does make him want to shake the TV audiences and tell them, "You know these people are f-ing actors. They're not the real people."

When asked whether he had favorites for the Hugos he recommended The King's Blood by Daniel Abraham for Fantasy, and Caliban's War for Science Fiction. He also mentioned books and artists related to his show, for example, a cookbook written by some people from Boston. He said,

I don't think a cookbook has ever won a Hugo before, but it's certainly eligible for it.

Boskone 50 - Friday night - Lost phone and Heather Dale Singing Workshop

First off, why do they start on Friday and have so many interesting panels before we can ever show up? It is a three-day weekend. Most of us have Monday off. Why not start on Saturday and spill into Monday?

Anyway, we missed the space panels Friday afternoon. My husband was collecting children and couldn't make it at all. I got a ride to a T station from a kind coworker who lives in the Fenway, but I left my phone in his car. At least I hope it's in his car. It could be on the streets of Boston or picked up by someone nefarious, but anyway, my watch battery was dead and the phone was gone so I didn't know the time and there are no public clocks in the hotel, at least not on the second floor where the panels are being held. After I picked up my badge I guessed that it was some time after 8, so wandered and saw an open door, which helped me decide between two options. It turned out to be an interesting voice workshop given by Heather Dale.

First we learned to stand with our knees "not locked" and take deep breaths and not worry about yawning. We learned about the importance of breathing. We learned about the adrenaline affects and fight-or-flight response that can occur with stage fright. We practiced pushing against a wall to burn off some of the need for a flight response.

Heather said that we could mark a score with where we needed to breathe and practice the breaths along with the song.

She talked about interval training. I had heard about ear-training for intervals when I took a music theory class some years back. Now I learned that singers train themselves to sing intervals. This training was a solution to a problem that one of the filk singers in the workshop brought up early on when he said that he had a tendency to start the second verse in a slightly different key than the first. The solution to this is to learn the interval from the last note of the previous verse to the first note of the next verse and practice it.

Heather said there were many resources for interval training and that we could Google to find them. One interesting mnemonic method is to use known intervals in songs that we all know quite well.
For example, in  My Bonnie lies over the ocean, the interval between "my" and "bon" is a sixth. The interval between "Oh" and "Tan" in "Oh Tannenbaum.." is a 4th. Heather said we could Google to find lists of songs and their intervals, both standard and with sharps and flats.

We practiced singing "do ray me fa soh" up and down and back and jumping from "do" to "son" to learn 4ths. She suggested that this was something we could practice in the car or in the shower. I have a long commute and I'm always looking for something to practice in the car, so it was good to know.

Someone said that she used her piano to help her with interval training. I said mine was too out of tune to trust. Someone else said electric pianos or piano apps would work. I thought, finally, some use for that tiny piano app I downloaded for my Android phone. Assuming I get my Android phone back, of course.

Someone else said that she knows someone who marks her scores with different colors on each line so that she doesn't get lost. That's a good tip.

Heather quoted a Toastmasters saying about performance jitters, which goes as follows:

It's not about banishing the butterflies in your stomach. It's about learning to make them fly in formation.

After that, I went downstairs to the "Art Reception". There was a very long line for food. The food looked appealing but not worth waiting in line, so I grabbed a slice of bread from the line-free Con Suite area and then walked around the art exhibit. After the line went away, I grabbed some desert. Not worth waiting in line for, so just as well. A jazz band was set up in a corner. Around when I was ready to leave, the trumpeter was playing a great solo. I stood there with my coat on but couldn't leave while the trumpeter was playing. He finally did finish, thank goodness. I had no trouble walking out on the electric guitar.

I strolled over to the World Trade Center Silver Line T Station, caught the Silver bus not too long after, caught the subway to Park Street without a very long wait, and read one of the SF books I'd picked up on the freebies table. Stephen Donaldson's The Real Story. I read that to the Newton Highlands stop then walked around snowbanks over to where we were staying. My husband was there. He'd called my cell phone earlier. I could have gotten a ride if I'd had the phone.

Oh well.

It was an interestingly amusingly told story. At least the beginning.

Do you know there's a prejudice against adverbs? I love using them because of that. So there.

Amazon won't just let me give it 5 stars

First they send me an email asking how many stars I'd give my recent purchase. After I click on the link, they error out telling me that I need to enter words as well.

I'm not a music critic. Different people like different music. That's what I've noticed in life. I did like this MP3 CD.

So, what can I write in their box?

The last time I bought music for myself was when we drove down to Nashua for the Borders going-out-of-business sale. I bought the Ziggy Stardust CD.

I'm generally a radio person. I like the spontaneity, the happiness when an unexpected song I like comes on.

Last summer, whenever the Avett Brothers' Live or Die came on it made me happy. It is hard to be sad when a banjo starts to play. This song I liked a lot. I liked its ability to cheer me up. I would sing it in the car along with the radio. I would come home and look it up on YouTube. My daughters liked it too; we would dance to it in the kitchen. I thought it would be a great CD to send to my sister, who was in the dark recovering from eye-surgery, but the CD wasn't out yet. I bought her another CD, and Amazon gave me a $1 credit towards the purchase of any MP3.

I spent months wondering which of my favorite songs to spend it on. Should I get the Avett Brothers song I like? Or spend the dollar credit on Tangled Up In Blue, and buy the entire Avett Brothers CD?
When the credit was about to expire I looked on the Amazon MP3 store and came to the obvious conclusion that the $1 could just be a dollar off on the album price.

The only thing I've done with the last physical CD I bought was put in into our old iMac to generate the MP3, which I then copied to my iPod and to other computers used to listen to music. The CD player in the Subaru and in the living room has broken. So there was no reason to buy another CD when I'm only going to turn it into an MP3s.

Still the question as to whether to buy the song or the CD's collection of songs. Purchased individually they would cost more than the collection. I listened to the excerpts on Amazon and decided that I would  like the whole album, so bought the collection.

I have been listening to the album over and over on my iPod at work. It has improved my mood at work, and likely saved me from some instances when I would have reached for chocolate.
There is sufficient variety of music in the different songs. One of them has a catchy chorus with the clever line, "You say you wouldn't know me now, but I didn't even know you then."

Still, all five stars? Originally, I thought yes, because I'm very happy with it. But now I think that five should be perfection, or at least reserved for the greats--the albums for the ages, that withstand the test of time. So David Bowie's Ziggy Stardust is five stars, and this wonderful Avett Brothers album a proud four. Let's wait a decade to see how they progress. I'm looking forward to it.

Who to follow on Twitter?

A friend of mine posted this question on facebook:

I just joined Twitter. It's bizarre. Anyone have any good suggestions for people to follow?

Do I?! While I'm collecting them, I may as well save them here. My main reason for Twitter is laughter. Thus:

Most Reliably Funny:

• @SandyBoynton
• @SteveMartinToGo
• @lianamaeby
• @FakeAPStylebook

Funny:

• @GeneHunt
• @RexHuppke
• @JerryThomas
• @adamisacson
• @BestAt
• @pourmecoffee
• @comediansaransh
• @bobfish1973
• @duplicitron
• @TheOnion
• @BorowitzReport
• @StephenAtHome (Stephen Colbert)
• @snarkmonger
• @JRehling
• @missingblakes
• @sixthformpoet
• @rayadverb
• @SoVeryBritish

Stories:

• @VeryShortStory
• @OppieTweets - but read back to beginning. Here it is explained

Journalists:

• @onthemedia
• @NickKristof

Good for Links:

• @openculture
• @GreatDismal (SF writer William Gibson)

Mars Guys etc

• @tweetsoutloud 
• @neiltyson (Neil deGrasse Tyson)
• @TheRealBuzz
• @SarcasticRover  and @MarsCuriosity
• @SirPatStew

Oh yes, and me! @pargery.
Sorry I didn't finish adding all the links. It's tedious.

One way to find out who to follow is to see who other people you like are following.
Another way is to click on the profile of a re-tweeted tweet that you liked, and read the other tweets that person tweeted. If those tweets are something you'd like to see more of, then you have found someone else to follow. I have followed people found through a chain of two or three or more retweets. That is, an interesting tweet, followed to a profile of tweets, among which I found another interesting tweet, so clicked on that profile, etc.

And then you can start playing hash tag games...

Related post: #tweet-types

I miss you dad

It was my first year at McGill. My sisters had chipped in to buy me a huge red parka. We lived in Massachusetts, but I was going way up North. After all, a cold winter wind in Boston is known as the Montreal Express.

One morning, my dad calls me on the phone. I tell him about this huge snowstorm we're having up in Canada. I rave on and on.

My father's description of the Blizzard of '78 were these four words:

We had snow too.