Return to Darkover

I haven’t read much lately. With traveling, writing, playing musical instruments, and watching “Stargate SG-1,” I haven’t had a lot of time for it. That’s why it took me weeks to finally finish another book.

Remember how I said I was going to reread the Darkover series? I started. The book I chose to read first was Stormqueen, which is neither the first published nor the first to occur chronologically in Darkovan history. I read it first because it’s the one I felt like reading first.

Stormqueen, by Marion Zimmer Bradley

Grade: A

It’s hard to judge books from different genres of literature on the same grading system because you expect different things from different types of books. This is a good SF book. Yes, a lot of the big hitters in literature are going to get A’s and this book can’t possibly compete with them, but for what it is, it is well written and I just can’t bear to give it a lower grade. It’s like comparing a boy’s first dog, a mutt, with a prize-winning purebred. Which is the better dog? The answer depends on whom you ask. MZB, who wrote a lot about caste systems and breeding programs, might have found the dog simile amusing. In any event, I like the book, hence the A, but I recommend it for SF fans only.

An interesting thing about this book is that one of the main characters has a form of laran (psi powers) that allows him to see the future, not directly, but rather as images of all the potential outcomes of each choice or action, including the choices and actions of other people. Here’s a description from the book.

It took all the discipline of his years at [the monastery] to move securely through the bewilderment of what he now saw, legions of possible futures branching off ahead of him at every step, like different roads he might have taken, new possibilities generated by every word and action. As they traveled the dangerous mountain passes, [he] could see every possible false step which might lead him over a precipice, to be smashed, as well as the safe step he actually took. He had learned at [the monastery] to thread his way through his fear, but the effort left him weak and weary.

Yup. I’ve felt that way myself at times. The good news is that the character learned to control the power and it turned out to be rather handy eventually, but not before he almost died in a variety of unusual ways, which is also part of the fun of the book.

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Couldn’t Help Myself

I have a gift certificate to a music theater. I haven’t used it partly because they haven’t offered any shows that I’m willing to drive that far for, and partly because I’d have to redeem it in person during their limited box-office hours. I heard that Tori Amos would be stopping there on her tour, and she’s worth driving for, but I couldn’t get to the box office in time. Out of curiosity, I checked online to see what kind of tickets were available and I was offered 10th row center, which is pretty damn good. I bought them. I couldn’t help myself. So now I have to drive for a show and I still haven’t redeemed my gift certificate. Typical.

But enough is enough. I’ve lost and found that stupid certificate several times now, and it’s getting so old that I may have trouble redeeming it. I will call the theater today, verify that the certificate is still valid, and if they refuse to redeem it over the phone (which I suspect they will), then I will drive out there and redeem it on whatever show is available. There are a couple of bands appearing later this month that I’d be willing to see, though I may have to go by myself.

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The Story, Part II

For the beginning of the story, see last week’s installment.

Phil followed Mr. Gabriel into the elevator. “You’ll be working in Subbasement 5,” said Mr. Gabriel. The elevator slid down into the depths of the building.

At Subbasement 5, the door hissed open, exposing a hallway flooded with cool fluorescent light and painted a dark industrial green. “Now, pay attention, Phillip,” Mr. Gabriel cautioned. “This place can seem like a maze at first.” Continue reading

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Sunday Again So Soon?

I can’t believe it’s already Sunday. The week flew by too fast and there were so many things that I wanted to do today, but then I foolishly answered the phone when it rang this morning. It was my future mother-in-law inviting me to dinner (which is really a big lunch) and how could I say no? Sure, lunch doesn’t sound too time-consuming, except that it takes an hour to shower and get ready, then two hours to eat and chitchat, then at least another half hour to make my getaway.

The getaway is key. It’s virtually impossible to leave the house without a bag full of food. I try, but Old-World Generosity wins every time. Here’s an example of the conversation.

Mom: You take some pastry with you. You want to take them all?
Me: No, just one is good.
Mom: You want four?
Me: No, just one.
Mom: OK, I give you three.

Today, she wanted me to take bread, rice, chorizo, bread sausage, chicken, AND pastry. I should know by now not to turn my back while the food is being put in the container, but I forgot, and while I was looking the other direction, the food magically multiplied. The problem, I think, was that my future father-in-law was also there. He distracted me while she loaded up the extra food. They tag-teamed me.

Well, I enjoyed the visit. It’s just too bad that the day is almost over and I haven’t started work on the next installment for Sunday Stories. I better get to it.

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I Sing of Sting

I love the music of Sting. I wanted to learn some of his songs, so I bought the Hal Leonard guitar tab book for Fields of Gold. There’s a transcript of an interview with Sting at the beginning of the book. He said a lot of interesting things. Here’s one answer that particularly struck a chord with me.

I think one of the downsides of leisure time is that you are allowed the time to think about things seriously. In a way, you are over-sensitive to certain issues. Maybe just because I don’t have to worry about paying the mortgage anymore or I don’t have to clock on at work at 7:30 every morning, or drive through the rush hour traffic. I actually can sit at home and worry. Maybe that’s an artist’s job: to worry, to be anxious, to articulate that anxiety, to look for a path out. Most people haven’t got time until it’s too late.

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Tough Day

My mood took a turn for the worse today. It seems some additional gratitude is in order.

I am grateful for the music of J.S. Bach.

Whether I’m playing it on my keyboard or listening to it on my iPod, the music of J.S. Bach always makes me feel good. Say all you want about Mozart, I don’t think Bach’s genius has ever been rivaled. How amazing is that, given that he died over 250 years ago?

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Local Chilling

There was no global warming in evidence today. It was actually rather chilly, not to mention cloudy and wet. It was not the most overtly inviting day. Yet the rain brings out the beauty of Nature if you’re willing to see it. Stuck at a traffic light, I turned to my right and saw a pond I’ve passed a hundred times without really looking at it. Today, the lily-pad green jumped in contrast to the grey sky and a pair of swans floated along in the distance, two spots of brilliant white against the green. The raindrops on the window blurred the scene so that it looked like an impressionist painting.

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Stargate

I could watch “Stargate SG-1” all day. And I can, thanks to the DVDs that arrived in the mail today.

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Ouch!

I have a blister on my finger. That’s what you get when you have no calluses on your fingertips but you play the guitar anyway. I would have calluses if I played more often, but I don’t because . . .

Why don’t I play more often?

There’s a bunch of reasons and I assure you that they’re all stupid. I’m going to have to get past them or I’m going to have to give the guitar away. I don’t have room for a dust-collector.

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What Rhymes With Gratitude?

I am grateful for rhyming dictionaries.

I used to think that rhyming dictionaries were for losers. I mean, who doesn’t know how to rhyme? Then I realized how much time I spend making lists of rhyming words. It happens both at work and, with my silly limericks, at home. Why should I spend effort on rhyming when someone else has already done the work? I shouldn’t!

So now I own two rhyming dictionaries. My favorite is the Scholastic Rhyming Dictionary. It’s intended for children, but it has all of the common rhymes, which is more than enough for simple limerick-writing. It’s so easy to use that it’s a joy to own. I also have the Oxford Rhyming Dictionary. It’s not as easy to use, but it’s huge and definitive. For serious work, it’s just the thing. It lists not only exact rhymes, but also near-rhymes, which are key if you’re writing songs.

And in case you were wondering what words really do rhyme with GRATITUDE, there’s ATTITUDE, LATITUDE, and one of my all-time favorite words, PLATITUDE.

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