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Month: May 2006

ACL Lineup Released

The 2006 ACL Fest lineup is out. I’m pleased with the list. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers is the Sunday night headliner. I like them when I hear them, but since we usually leave during the last set on Sunday night, I’m glad the headliner is one I won’t feel bad about walking away from if exhaustion proves once again more powerful than music.

Other acts I’m looking forward to seeing: Massive Attack, The Tragically Hip, Galactic, Thievery Corporation, Calexico, Willie Nelson (who’s finally playing ACL!), Buckwheat Zydeco, Nickel Creek, and Son Volt.

The best thing about ACL Fest, though, is the number of acts I discover there. There are many on the list that I’ve never heard before so I’m sure I’ll be making quite a few discoveries.

The Universe in a Nutshell

Saturn from Cassini 3-27-04
(Saturn image from Cassini (3-27-04) courtesy NASA, aquired from Wikipedia. Click image for a larger resolution)

When I was very young, living in Virginia, my dad woke me up in the middle of the night to go outside and look through the telescope. He had it pointing at Saturn, and for the first time, I saw the rings. This was back when the Voyager probes were sending images back from the gas giants, the days of Skylab and the Viking missions. Back then, it was easy to imagine that someday I would travel to the planets.

Those starry nights along with thrilling days spent at the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum ignited one of the longest running passions of my life: astronomy.

Eventually, Skylab fell, the Moon got farther away, NASA went from exploring to transporting, the speed of light remained inviolable, and I gave up on thinking I would ever travel the stars. But I kept reading. I kept peering out through the telescope, every winter staring for hours on end at the Pleaides and the star nursery of Orion.

In college my love of observational astronomy developed into a fascination with the bizarre nature of theoretical and quantum physics that always led me back astronomical weirdness: neutron stars, quasars, magnetars, black holes, radio galaxies. Thinking about this stuff is to ponder the very nature of existence.

Endless fascination, of course, always brings me to books and so it was that I read Stephen Hawkings’s beautifully illustrated The Universe in a Nutshell. The book is a wide-ranging overview of Hawking’s thinking about the nature of the universe and indeed reality itself.

He covers general relativity and quantum mechanics before delving into the various attempts to reconcile the two, including: 11-dimesnional supergravity, branes, 10-dimensional membranes, superstrings, and m-theory. Black holes, imaginary time, time travel and the big bang come into play as well.

The all-encompassing M-theory seems the most fascinating and his lucid explanation of the possibility that we exist on a four dimensional brane is particularly compelling. In this scenario, three of the four fundamental forces (strong, weak, electromagnetic) propagate only on the brane while gravity propagates across the interdimensional space (or whatever you’d call it) to other branes. It’s an interesting attempt to unify gravity with the other forces, and one that I’ll definitely have to read more about.

Other than relativity and quantum mechanics, this was all new to me and somewhat difficult to absorb while reading in bed at night. Hawking, however, knows his audience for this book is not one of professional scientists, but rather curious laymen, and his authorial demeanor is that of a kindly guide leading a tour through the most amazing museum, a museum that in fact encompasses everything.

I love reading books like this because they open my mind to ideas that are as exciting and awe-inspiring as when I was a little kid looking into the telescope and seeing Saturn’s rings for the first time.

Weekend Hound Blogging: Greyhound Torture

Warning: some of the photos are of a graphic nature.

It seems that from time to time, especially on sunny days, the apes enjoy tormenting their poor greyhounds. No one knows why this occurs. One minute a pup is lounging on the couch and suddenly, without so much as a recitation of miranda rights, the poor hound is carried away to be tortured without any recourse or even a visit from the Red Cross or the Greyhound Protection League.

We have tried to document the atrocities in order to raise awareness.

Here is one of the torture rooms located in Austin, Texas. Notice the sweet smelling poison (behind the faucet) that will be slathered all over the victims’ fur.

The bathroom

Greyhound Phoebe wouldn’t talk, but you can see the poison on her coat.

Phoebe in the bath

Finally, Greyhound Daphne was put to the water torture, but she also refused to betray her loyalties. “Do your worst,” she said.

Daphne in the bath

When water and shampoo wouldn’t work, they were forced to endure the psychological humiliation of being paraded around the neighborhood stripped of their hard-earned odor and looking all fluffy.

Phoebe and Daphne Outside

Finally, Daphne led the retreat back to the couch…

Daphne heads home

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Power, Corruption & Lies

No, I’m not writing about New Order’s excellent 1983 album, though there does seem to be a new order in this country that thrives on that unholy trinity.

Today I read Paul Burka’s Texas Monthly article “Without Delay” that told the tale of the rise and fall of Tom Delay, a man whose every friend, ally and associate seem to be felons. It’s all icing on a very depressing cake.

The more I read the more depressed I become about the state of politics in America. My brother and I were recently discussing the potential for Democrats to take one or both houses of Congress back this year. The polls look good. Wave after wave of scandals are breaking on a seemingly daily basis. Bush’s staff are leaving like rats fleeing a sinking ship and yet, I’m not hopeful.

People want the bastards thrown out, but I worry that they don’t want to throw out their own bastards, only the bastards in the other districts that waste government money by bringing the bacon home to other people.

We’re seeing yet another problem inherent in our two-party system. Republicans are willing to defend the very things that they would consider indefensible if they were being perpetrated by a Democrat president. I can’t imagine how anyone can honestly say that they think it’s a good thing that Bush is allowing the NSA to spy on Americans, that Bush’s aides should be allowed to out covert agents and still keep security clearance, that Americans would ever – EVER – justify the use of torture, that the government would eliminate due process protections at whim, that… well, the list is long and time is short.

The sad thing is that our representatives in congress let this happen by abdicating their constitutional responsibility to check the executive. Since the Republicans control congress they will always make excuses for all abuses. We see that Republicans clearly love their party and their power more than they love their country. It’s a sickening sight.

Now, I am not foolish enough to think that Democrats are naturally less corrupt. Power breeds corruption and the problem is that the Republicans are the party in power, and they have a dangerous lock on that power. The most dangerous aspect of it lies in the fact that any who suggest that the constitution is being gutted are labeled terrorists, traitors, dangerous. This from the party of strict constructionists. This from the party that once wanted less government and more individual freedom.

The Bush problem is one of either incompetence or crookedness, or more likely both. At this point, the only way to address this problem is accountability of the kind Americans were not wise enough to demand in 2004. That accountability can be acheived through divided government, which is why anyone who truly cares about the direction of this country, about competent leadership, and indeed the constitution itself should be supporting Democrats this fall.

It’s not about being liberal or conservative anymore, it’s about ensuring that our government doesn’t continue its ineptness or devolve into a truly autocratic regime. We’ve already seen the dangers of the former and we’re closer than we probably realize to the latter.

Character and Plot

As is wont to happen when I read the Gypsy Scholar blog, I find that thoughts become provoked and his post about plot and character (provoked for him by an entry on the interesting Contemporary Nomad blog) is one that provoked this response (though I hope my tone is not too provocative):

I find that when I write short stories (and screenplays) plot tends to come first and the characters serve it. With longer works, characters tend to come first and their personalities drive the plot because it’s the decisions the characters make that ultimately affect what happens to them and how the plot unfolds. For me, the plot changes from what I had intended originally more than the characters.

What you said about leaving out details in the interest of advancing story is very true and important, but the writer still knows those details and they inform the characters’ decisions and actions even if they are never explicitly revealed.

I agree with Jessica’s point about being drawn back by character. As an example, I’ll use To Kill a Mockingbird since it’s the last book I read. I keep turning the pages not because I want to know how the town deals with the trial but because I really like listening to Scout tell the story. I enjoy her voice and her sense of humor.

Perhaps this all sounds flaky as hell, but that’s how it works for me.

Now that school is winding down and summer, which is when I do most of my writing, is fast approaching, my thoughts turn to writing and I find that the character/plot issue is still on my mind.

For me and me alone, since writing is a very individual sport with as many methods as there are writers, character is where it starts and character is what provides the excitement and even the magic of the whole process. At the start of a piece, I usually don’t know the characters very well, but I tend to know them better than I know what will happen to them.

These imaginary people (I won’t call them friends) sort of develop, and I let them talk to one another and to me. We like to talk when we drive. These characters often have stories that are never revealed in the course of a piece of writing.

When I wrote A Place Without a Postcard, I wrote out 30 pages of Sergio (whose dog gives this blog its name) telling his story. I only meant to include a few lines, but I really got into this character’s story just flowing along. I had no idea how much there was to him when I first thought of him.

Once I know the characters I start to get a bead on what happens to them. That’s where the story develops and as the story comes together, I generally have no idea where (or even when) it’s going to end. Sometimes I know how I’d like it to go, but usually it ends up somewhere else.

Oftentimes I overwrite a character. My first drafts are substantially longer than than the final draft and those pages that are cut are often character bits: explorations, flashbacks, asides. All of these become parts of who those characters are and wind up informing their decisions, though they aren’t included in the final draft. Sometimes these deleted scenes, to use the language of DVDs, become separate stories.

Once a first draft is completed the plot may shift, and characters might change, but typically the plot changes more than the characters do. I do, however, frequently fire characters when I realize they are only there to advance the plot and whatever they were there to do suddenly seems uneccessary or can be accomplished more organically by another character.

I sometimes wonder if perhaps this stems from ways of viewing the world. Plot coming first feels to me like destiny. Character coming first feels like free will. I tend to lean towards free will and so the plot in any given piece of writing tends to spring more from the choices a character makes rather than what I need for him or her to do to get to the ending that I originally imagined.

That probably sounds a bit high-minded because in reality I don’t think about this at all when I’m actually writing. Besides the end result should be something in which character and plot and all the other elements that make up a whole and compelling tale flow seamlessly along leaving only chicken-and-the-egg musings such as this post.

Ultimately a writer has to be able to handle both. While in graduate school studying screenwriting, I learned about plot, because that seems to drive the writing process for scripts, but plot doesn’t get me writing. Characters do. Of course once I have a character that intrigues me, that character’s story will keep me going as I discover what exactly it is.

Finally, this brings to mind an analogy that one of my film professors used to use when encouraging students to learn both film and video (back when there was a difference): you’ve got to be able to play the piano with both hands. I think plot and character are like that. Every writer will start from a different place, but for the story to work for the reader, the two must be woven together, each supporting the other.

Party On, Dude

Beer and Syringes

Yeah, you get looks at the grocery store when all you’re buying is beer and syringes, but what can I say? My dog gets allergy shots and, well, I get thirsty.

There is cause for celebration, though: I’ve finally finished editing the Camp Periwinkle yearbook video. This is a task I normally complete late in February, but due to multiple hard drive failures and having to start over at square one (twice) it is now May and I’ve only today sent off the approval copies to the camp and foundation directors.

Video editing is a tedious and frustrating, but ultimately rewarding endeavor. Nothing seems to work, the shots I wish I had don’t exist, I can’t find the one shot I remember shooting. Basically, there’s lots of cussing and wishing I was outside playing kick the can with all the other kids.

I then remember why I’m doing it and I keep going. For some kids with cancer the video becomes a reminder of one of the few times they were happy or felt normal. For some parents, it’s a chance to see their kids, who are fighting for their lives, actually smile or even laugh. It’s worth giving up every Saturday for four months.

But the technical frustrations build until just as I begin formulating excuses for why there won’t be a video this year, I watch what I’ve got and it starts to hold together. It becomes a maze and I can see the way out by tightening a shot here, moving a sequence there, and then all of a sudden the thing comes alive with the speed of a runner racing downhill.

Suddenly, the next thing I know I’m sending approval copies off to the powers that be and stopping at the grocery store to pick up a celebratory beer and a bunch of syringes. For my dog.

Party on.

Of Storms and Weird Light

I haven’t slept well for days. The weather radio, a necessity when living on the edge of Tornado Alley, goes off every night in advance of severe thunderstorms that have rolled through nearly every night for the past week.

The Steven Hawking voice of the National Weather Service Austin-San Antonio explains that there are dangerous storms in Travis, Williamson, Hays, Blanco and Burnet counties. There is also always flash flooding in Burnet County. Always. Every time it rains.

Some nights it wakes me up to tell me to stay away from windows because of storms that produce golf ball sized hail. I usually stay in bed and listen to the thunder boom closer and closer. I watch the lightning flicker across the ceiling, illuminating the fan as it increases in frequency and violence before drifting off to eastern counties.

I think tonight will bring more of the same.

As I was working at the computer, I noticed the room filled with the strangest orange glow. I went outside and saw the skies to the south were dark, purple and forbidding. To the north and west the setting sun had cast the whole sky in an unnatural dirty orangish glow, not the orange of Longhorn victories and summer nights, but a sickly smoky orange. Overhead the orange and the purple met in an eerie and twisted swirl of clouds.

I suspect the weather radio will be keeping me up again tonight.

To Kill a Mockingbird

In the long list of books I never read in high school, Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird is probably the one I most always meant to read. It’s not that I didn’t read it because I was lazy, it just wasn’t ever assigned and there’s something about “school classics” that causes kids to not read them unless forced to do so.

I guess it’s because if a book is deemed acceptable by teachers, students assume a lack of substantial violence, substantive nudity, substandard language, and substance abuse.

Invariably, many of us who stuck with trashy sci-fi novels when given the choice, grow into adults who eventually pick up and read the few “school classics” that weren’t assigned (To Kill a Mockingbird, A Separate Peace, Fahrenheit 451, etc) and yet somehow remembered. As an adult, it’s easy to see why so many teachers assign these books, and I always wish I’d read them when I was younger, but then I wouldn’t have read the other “school classics” that I was assigned to read.

Can’t read ’em all, I suppose, but dammit, I’m gonna try!

So I finally read To Kill a Mockingbird so that I could finish teaching it to a group of students who had already started it with another teacher. Couldn’t put it down. I knew, generally, what it was about, and I had seen the movie years ago, but the book really struck me.

Oh, Just Burn Me at the Stake

When I used to coach debate I often had interesting conversations and (of course) debates with my students. One young man was a self-described Christian conservative who loved to debate politics with me. It was lots of fun and he hadn’t yet developed the tendency to shut out the ideas of those with whom he disagreed as so many do who are adamant in their beliefs.

One day he asked me why I was a liberal (I’m actually more of a left-leaning moderate, but I didn’t get into that since the reasons are the same). It wasn’t sarcastic or mean-spirited; he was just curious. I told him that there were three institutions in which I was raised that played such a role in developing my beliefs that they continue to inform my thinking today even though I’m not actively involved with any of them anymore.

The first was the US Navy. Growing up with the military overseas is to live in something of an ideal, almost utopian, society. There is full employment. Schools are well-funded and high performing. There is universal healthcare. People of all races, religions and ethnic backgrounds work together in an environment of (mostly) mutual respect.

Second was the church. I was raised Episcopalian, and I learned that it was wrong to disregard the needs of the poor and the suffering. I learned that wealth was not the most important thing in life and that it was obscene to pursue material gain at the expense of others. It was quite clear from an early age that the ideals of the Democratic party were less unchristian than the ideals of the Republican party.

Finally, the Boy Scouts of America. When I was involved it was about camping, hiking, boating, and learning to live in and appreciate nature. The Boy Scouts taught me that conservation and environmental protection are the absolute most important issues we face. When choosing between business and the environment, I learned that the environment has to come first.

So there it was. I watched his jaw hit the floor as I explained that I was liberal because of church, the military, and boy scouts. I’m sure this is all heresy.