The Government Knows It All and Won't Tell Us...Sure

I was listening again on the radio to George Noory's Coast-to-Coast AM late, late night show...which probably isn't the healthiest thing in the world to do...when he had as his guest Linda Moulton Howe.  Howe is a regular on the program and presents herself as an investigative reporter about topics in line with the show's themes: the paranormal, UFO's, conspiracies, etc.  I'd characterize her approach as distinctively sensationalist and encourage anyone hearing her reports to take them with a grain of salt.  The other night she was going on strong with a report about a hybrid breeding program that supposedly had been going on for decades between the U.S. government and reptilian aliens from Zeta Reticuli (somewhere out there in the great beyond).  She interviewed a woman who claimed to see one of these human/alien hybrids, but apparently the government was covering up everything about the program because there was no record of the people she claimed to be involved in it.  I've heard this sort of dumping on the U.S. government on this show before, whether the discussion was about UFO/alien contact disclosure, chem-trails, remote viewing, assassination conspiracy theories, secret societies, reverse engineering, strange disappearances, or whatever the guest of the night happened to be pushing as a topic (often with a book that he or she was touting).  It seems to me that anyone can claim anything, no matter how ridiculous it is, insist that the government is involved in it, make up any details they want to, and then accuse the government of engaging in a cover-up when, surprise, there doesn't seem to be any record substantiating the claims or of the people supposedly involved.  What would folks like George Noory and many of his guests (but not all of them, thankfully) do without our good ol' federal government to scapegoat?  They'd maybe have to go into something more (shudder) honest ...

The truth, I'm sure, is that our government does keep secrets, some of which may be necessary for our national security and some of which are possibly just self-serving.  I don't have a problem with legitimate journalists going out to gather specific information on improper government cover-ups.  But what I often hear on Noory's show sounds like a lot of nonsense that is also self-serving for those who perpetuate it...

The End Times, As I See It

I usually don't listen very much to George Noory's late night radio show Coast-to-Coast AM, but last night he had as a guest someone who was discussing a broad range of topics, which included the "end times".  Although it wasn't his main point of the interview, he brought up the same point of view that I have long held...

Many people... too many, in my opinion... cling to the desperate hope that we in this present world of ours are in something they call the "end times" or "final days".  Usually, this involves a Christian eschatological perspective and the books of Revelation and Daniel figure heavily in their analysis of current events and trends that they interpret to be biblically relevant. Things are going to keep getting worse and worse...until Jesus comes back on Earth to set things right, overthrowing the bad guys and keeping his people with him for a glorious thousand-year reign...after which the Final Judgment will take place.  I would personally be more interested in all of this were I, like the elves in much of fantasy fiction, essentially immortal.  But I have my own individual "end times" and "final days".  Besides, doesn't being a saved Christian mean that Jesus has already become my savior and that the Holy Spirit dwells within?  Whether I die today, next year...or I live to be 120, my end times on Earth are quite probably independent of most of what goes on elsewhere.  Which may be the key to why at least some are so concerned about apocalyptic prophecy...

During our brief span of life here on Earth, we come to share our time with others and have family, friendships, and associations.  We're all contemporaries...but each of us entered life one-by-one (unless we're twins, triplets, etc.) and each of us will leave it the same way.  I believe that a lot of people are fearful of dying anyway, but the idea of dying while life continues as usual for the rest of the world is unbearable for them.  So it is a comfort to feel that when they go, so will pretty much the rest of the known universe.  That's why it is almost unheard of for people to discuss "end times" as being far off in the distant future, beyond their own individual life spans.  They are in essence projecting their impending personal "end times" to everything else...

I'm not saying don't read the Bible and try to understand and live out its meanings.  What I am saying is that I don't think that it is a productive exercise to obsess about world events and the return of Jesus...especially if you have already invited him into your life as your lord and savior.  If you are already there, you don't need to be elsewhere!

Gainesville Needs a Bus Route Spanning West 34th Street

Florida's State Route 121 is a pretty interesting stretch of road.  For one, its name transcends state lines: as you go north on it into Georgia, you find yourself driving down Georgia State Route 121.  Then, as you keep going on, across the Georgia/South Carolina state line, you're then on South Carolina State Route 121.  It finally ends just a few miles south of the North Carolina border, not far from Charlotte.  Usually, the numbers of state routes change from state to state, but SR 121 goes through three of them.  It also goes straight through my home town of Gainesville, Florida, with the more commonly used name of West 34th Street. 

I live just a couple of blocks from Northwest 34th Street, in far northern Gainesville.  My workplace is on the far southern fringe of Gainesville, but on the same street: Southwest 34th Street (SR 121).  This is a very important, heavily traveled road that connects the northern to the southern part of the city.  Yet in the 37 years I have lived here, my city bus service has deliberately avoided servicing a giant area surrounding the middle part of this crucial traffic artery.  Instead of there being a route that goes straight up and down West 34th Street, one has to plot a very circuitous route to get from the north to the south (or the reverse) on it.  For example, were I to take the city bus from near my home to where I work, both of which lie on the same street, I would end up taking an hour and a half to cover the 7.5 miles on the bus.  Simply driving my car, though, is about a 20-minute proposition.  Guess which choice I make?  Even when I ride my bicycle, it only takes about 40-45 minutes max, and I own a very cheap, ramshackle bicycle!  But wait...even if I ran down 34th Street to my destination, I'd still beat out the bus!

My city bus service goes out of its way to cater to the University of Florida student needs...I don't mind that because they pay for it up front with their fees.  But permanent Gainesville residents should have a say in the route and schedule creation process as well.  Were there a route that just ran up and down West 34th Street, I would make liberal use of it, to the point where I would definitely purchase a long-term pass.  With the current situation, nobody wins...

Just Finished Reading the Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

The Hunger Games, by Suzanne Collins, is the first novel in a trilogy with the same name.  It is in the science fiction/adventure/young adult genre of fiction and involves another of those strange, dystopian societies of the future which develops following a cataclysmic apocalypse.  North America is divided into twelve districts, tightly controlled and oppressed by the dominant center (around Denver) called The Capitol.  In the past, the districts had rebelled against their rule and, after having been conquered (and a thirteenth district completely obliterated), an annual punishment was set up to remind them of their subservient status.  Each year, each district is to supply, by the drawing of a teenage boy and a teenage girl as "tributes" to play against those selected from the other districts in a contest-to-the-death, called the "Hunger Games", in which the lone survivor brings material prosperity to their home district.  The story, written in the first person by protagonist Katniss Everdeen, describes how her little sister is selected and she volunteers to stand in for her as a contestant.  Katniss is in District 12, corresponding roughly to Appalachia, and in which the main economy is coal mining.  She is an expert hunter with the bow and arrow and is at home in the forest.  This will do well for her in the struggle to come. 

The Hunger Games are not just a matter of survival against others: the Capitol leaders have made this event into a highly political national media extravaganza, with the entrants treated like celebrities and coached into how to present themselves to the public...even in the middle of their desperate fight for survival.  There is obviously something highly allegorical about all of this...I don't think I'll have to wait too long before some of this sinks in for me.  I already have a couple of ideas: one concerns society's almost obscene fixation on reality television with its characters and their contrived personalities and relationships, and the other concerns the truly obscene specter of young people in economically depressed areas feeling compelled to enlist in the military and go off to war just to be able to make a living.

The characters in The Hunger Games are quite compelling and unforgettable.  I haven't seen the movie version yet and now look forward to seeing how it portrays them.  But regardless how it all turns out, I don't think I will be satisfied at the end of this trilogy if the Capitol and its despicable despots aren't completely and utterly wiped out...

Just Finished Rereading Christopher Paolini's Eldest

Still plugging away at Christopher Paolini's Inheritance Cycle series of four fantasy novels, I just completed, for the second time, book #2, titled Eldest.  In it, young Eragon, along with his psychically-connected (to him) and talking dragon Saphira, go northward to live with the elves for a while and undergo training to improve their magical powers and develop a workable philosophy for dealing with both magic and war.  And it is war that he is facing, as his enemy Galbatorix is marching south to invade rebel-supporting Surda and crush the Varden rebel force there.  Meanwhile, Eragon's cousin Roran is trying to rescue the people of their hometown of Carvahall from the evil and (pretty scary) Ra'zac  by evacuating them and taking them to Surda on a boat.  Roran's trials are interesting; Eragon's training is boring.  But it all comes to a head at the climactic end of the story, which I have to admit pleasantly surprised me when I first read it years ago.  In Eldest, Paolini inserted a great theme: friends becoming enemies and enemies become friends. It set the stage for the next novel, titled Brisingr (named after a word of magic used in the series).  Brisingr was supposed to be the third novel in the originally-planned trilogy, but regrettably, Paolini decided he needed two books to express all he wanted for the series conclusion. I haven't yet read the last book, titled Inheritance, but Brisingr was so boring the first time around that I left it halfway through.  This time, though, I'm going to finish it!  But first, I'm taking a little detour by next reading the first book in the Hunger Games series by Suzanne Collins, aptly titled The Hunger Games (I deliberately avoided the movie in order to read the book first)...

America Back on the Moon

Sometimes I think that people, when regarding other spherical celestial bodies like the moon or Mars, tend to impose their sense of scale based on what the Earth is like.  It's easy to do this, especially with the moon, as it truly looks from our vantage point like a worthy counterpart to our own planet, albeit a very dry and desolate counterpart.  The truth is, though, that it is much, much smaller than Earth...how much smaller, you ask?

If you were to impose a map of the continental United States on one showing the visible lunar surface, with the same scale of distance for each map, the U.S. would essentially cover most of it and would span the horizons from east to west!  Think of Miami being near one horizon and, traveling in a west-northwestward direction, Seattle would be clear on the opposite lunar horizon!  That, my friends, is pretty small...and once you realize this, then look out at the moon your next opportunity and you just might come to the same conclusion that I did.  Which is that our moon is a lot, lot closer to us than it seems!

By the way, regarding that superimposed map of the America on the moon, try this link to see
what I mean: http://www.trendhunter.com/trends/moon-scaling

I'd like to believe that my article's title wasn't so misleading, that we were actually going back to the moon.  Frankly, I don't see why they couldn't just send a couple of modest missions up there each decade, just to remind the folks out there that we still have the capability to get there and back.  I would have preferred we did what our previous president, George W. Bush, had set into motion, which was to work to set up a permanent base there.  But our current president Barack Obama scrapped that plan almost immediately upon taking office...and we're now going nowhere in a hurry...

More on My Radio Listening Options

I was writing a few days ago about how one of my local radio stations around Gainesville, 100.5/WHHZ/"The Buzz", switched its musical programming format back to independent/alternative and away from the hard rock it had been exclusively playing for about six years.  Well, after listening to it for a while, I have to make a slight correction in my assessment...

It's true that WHHZ is playing more of what I would deem to be indie/alternative music, but they are also continuing with some of the harder stuff...of which, incidentally, I also approve!  Recently, I wrote an article praising the old Seattle grunge band Soundgarden, so knowing that this station will also play some of their material, along with other acts like Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Stone Temple Pilots, Alice in Chains, Rage Against the Machine, Tool, and Linkin Park, adds to the appeal of its programming.  Of course, this tends to thin out the more indie type music that I'm likely to hear...so perhaps I should keep up with my Internet listening as well.  Also, the signal from WHHZ is relatively weak, and I can't pick it up on my MP3 player.  Instead, it is on my personal push-button radio station rotation when I'm driving. 

Speaking of my favorite stations while driving, what are they?

AM: 850 WRUF and 1230 WGGG (both sports)

FM: 100.5 WHHZ and 102.9 WOKV (both alternative rock)

Also on FM: 104.9 and 105.9 (oldies), 97.3 and AM-980 (conservative talk), 89.1 (public radio), and 90.5 (traditional Christian music).

Note that nowhere among my favorites are stations playing country and western, hip-hop/rap, electronic "party", or "top forty"  hit music.  Please also note that this is no accident, since I tend to steer clear of that stuff.   I also tend to shy away from contemporary Christian music in favor of hymns and older songs of faith, so I clearly prefer the 90.5 (BBN) station to the one on 91.7 (Joy-FM). There used to a station on AM-1390 that had liberal talk programming, but it seems to have left the air.  As did Alan Colmes and his evening show that used to be on AM-980. That's a shame: I like hearing different perspectives on the news and issues, not just one side slamming the other. In this area broadcast radio is abominably inferior to other types of media.

I don't listen all that much to the radio...except perhaps when I'm driving, so I really don't need too many good stations to listen to.  Well, let's be frank: I really don't need ANY of them...if they all went off the air tomorrow I don't see how my life would suffer at all!  After all, most of my favorite songs nowadays I have never heard played on the radio (and probably never will).  As a matter of fact, I can easily get all of just about anything I would want from radio off the Internet and television, and to a more satisfactory degree at that...

Camelopardalis Meteor Shower Late Tonight

On the ABC evening news show a little while ago, they mentioned that overnight will occur what many think should be a spectacular meteor shower.  Unfortunately, they devoted very little time to the story and missed out on important details.  Such as when and where.  So I looked up on the Earth and Sky website and got the scoop...

This is a relatively new meteor shower, called the Camelopardalis Meteor Shower.  Camelopardalis is a faint and obscure northern constellation representing which African animal?  You guessed it...of course, it's a giraffe!  Anyway, the central (or radiant) point of the shower will be in this nondescript section of the sky...just face due north and try to find Polaris (the North Star).  Then go down from it just a little and that's where you should train your eyes for the meteor shower.  The optimal time for the most meteors should be from 2 to 4 AM. 

I have no idea how spectacular or not it will be, and I won't be able to witness it.  Unfortunately, I'll be at work then, making eight hours of unsolicited overtime on my off day in spite of the claims of my organization that this sort of thing isn't going to be happening anymore.  But for most of humanity, this interesting-sounding meteor shower will be out there to see (well, that part of the population that lives north of the Equator, that is).  If you're in North America, then just look northward a few degrees above the horizon at the indicated time...

Still More Sci-Fi Short Stories from 1945

As I continue reading through Isaac Asimov Presents: The Great SF Stories 7 (1945), I am amazed at the insight and prophetic vision that some of these writers have shown.

In The Vanishing Venusians, by Leigh Brackett, settlers from Earth on Venus (well THAT wasn't exactly prophetic, was it) encounter dangerous life forms native to that planet that they must conquer in order to survive.  But leave it to human nature for people come up with the most ingenious ways to completely wipe out their biological competitors...while at the same time appearing to be heroic in the process. Decades later, a pang of guilt about what happened to native Americans and their culture, along the demise of the once millions-strong buffaloes in the American West would become an accepted part of our own national consciousness...but in 1945 Brackett laid it all out in this great allegorical tale.

Into Thy Hands, by Lester Del Rey, is a post-apocalyptic tale which involves a group of robots that a wise scientist/engineer had built and programmed to lay the foundation for the resurgence of humanity.  Yet there is doubt about the plan's success when one of the crucial robots, misinterpreting some Bible verses he is exposed to, mistakenly sees himself as Adam and begins to impose the Garden of Eden story on his environment.

The third story, Henry Kuttner's Camouflage, examines what it truly means to be human, when an engineer, after a terrible accident destroys the rest of his body, is reduced to essentially a brain with connections, within a life-supporting mechanical box.  In this story, this individual retains his identity...even maintaining his marriage, although many around him doubt his humanity.  An attempt to hijack an atomic plant he is guiding on a spaceship to the Jovian moon Callisto brings the debate to the foreground, as the criminals on board, trying to wrest control of the ship from him, simultaneously debate with him while trying to find where he is hidden in order to "turn him off"...like a machine.  That this story discusses a concept like an atomic plant twelve years before the first operational nuclear reactor in the world sounds impressive...until you realize that another science fiction tale from three years earlier discusses in detail a nuclear plant meltdown...36 years before Three Mile Island and even years before the atomic bomb was first detonated!   

I have five more stories to read in this book...and then I'll reach back into my big box of old sci-fi anthologies and randomly pull out another one...

Just Finished Rereading Christopher Paolini's Eragon

I've mentioned in an earlier article that I decided to go back to Christopher Paolini's Inheritance fantasy series, which I had previously put down (both figuratively in criticism and literally, "putting it down on the table") without finishing.  Now I'm determined to see the reading project through and have successfully reread the first book Eragon without too much pain.  But now I'm on book # 2, Eldest, and the pain is starting to coming back...

First of all, let me say up front that Paolini's writing is good.  Others seem to think, though, and with good cause, that he coopted much of the story of Eragon from two sources: Star Wars and Lord of the Rings.  I agree that he could have been more circumspect with that, especially his naming his main hero character Eragon with such striking resemblance to Aragorn, the name of Tolkien's ranger hero (I get what he was thinking, though: replace the E with D and you get Dragon).  That having been said, though, Paolini did a good job of creating his own new world, with its own "rules of magic", that is clearly distinguishable from other fantasy settings.  And let's just be frank about all this: all fantasy series feed off each other! Robert Jordan, one of the all-time great writers in this genre, was very forthright in admitting that his first Wheel of Time novel, titled The Eye of the World, was written with the idea of recreating much of the narrative present in Tolkien's Lord of the Rings first book, Fellowship of the Ring.  In fantasy literature, you have specially named swords, reluctant "chosen" savior/heroes, dragons, elves, dwarfs, wizards, talking animals, questions about the hero's true father, sorcerers/sorceresses, witches, tyrant kings/emperors, important dreams, cryptic prophecies, magic with various limitations, monster enemy hordes, harrowing chase scenes, epic battle scenes, the hero rescuing the captured damsel, healing by magic and herbs replacing modern medicine, court intrigues, exotic invented languages, strange names with diacritics....all of this isn't just Paolini being a copycat: it is PERVASIVE throughout this genre and ALL draw from it to a degree, some just a little more than others.

So I did finish reading Eragon and am now beginning the second of the four books, this one titled Eldest.  So far, so good, although there isn't a lot of interesting stuff here...mainly, political intrigues going on between the various factions that Eragon has to figure out, although Paolini is at least making things interesting with the subplot about Eragon's cousin Roran.  Oh, by the way, I think that one of the reasons for such vehement criticism leveled against Christopher Paolini is that he was only fifteen when he came out with Eragon and that he had to do very little himself to get it published and promoted...seeing how his own parents ran an established publishing company.  I think a lot of aspiring writers resent his fast track to fame and fortune and consequently are likely to be more negative about their reactions to his writing.  And having a generally panned movie come out for Eragon doesn't help much either...

Break from My Writing Today

This has been one of those days in which my brain simply has not gotten into gear with the writing.  Usually I can come up with one thing or another to write about...actually, I can think of a lot of things, but I just don't feel up to the task.  Let's see...I have three more short stories to discuss from my 1945 science fiction short story anthology.  Or, I could write some about the theological concept of the "end times" and how much emphasis it really merits in people's daily lives...and what "end times" means to me.  I could  talk about the disparate ways that the political left and right often frame the issues, to the point where it often sounds like the two sides are talking about two different things.  And there's other stuff, too, but it'll all have to wait...

Maybe I'll get around tomorrow or in the ensuing days to raise some of these topics.  For now, I think I'll just take it easy, sit back, and watch some baseball (another potential topic)...

Meteorologists Predict Light Hurricane Season in 2014

Recently, the weather experts in charge of hurricane prognostications have come out with their annual assessment of the upcoming Atlantic tropical storm season, which officially begins on June 1.  The prediction is (drum roll, please): fewer hurricanes than usual.  Whew, that's a relief, right? Wrong.  Last year they were predicting a heavy season and it died out, not that I'm complaining.  There's nothing to me quite as exhilarating as seeing a named storm, even a hurricane-level one coming westward in our general direction toward the Caribbean area...and then to suddenly be destroyed by wind shear and opposing weather patterns.  This seemed to happened over and over again last year, so in spite of the relatively large number of named storms, they tended to have a very inhospitable environment for continued growth...or even survival.  Only the ones who stayed put out in the Mid-Atlantic high seas seemed to hang in there. Since I am no longer in elementary or high school, the one incentive for me to want to get hit (or at least seriously threatened) by a hurricane, which was to get a day or two off from classes, has disappeared and I no longer have any desire whatsoever to see any of them come within a thousand miles.  Especially after the traumatic 2004 and 2005 seasons. 

Even in "slow" years for tropical storms, there need only be one that hits at the worst place and the worst time.  In June 1972, early hurricane Agnes, which by itself wasn't all that terribly nasty, slammed into the Florida panhandle from the Gulf of Mexico and merged with a severe frontal system that eventually caused catastrophic flooding in the interior of the eastern part of the country.  It was one of only four named tropical storms for that year.  Likewise, in another four-storm season, 1983, Hurricane Alicia slammed into the Houston/Galveston area and caused massive damage.  I'm sure the folks there couldn't have cared less whether it was a "light" or "heavy" tropical storm system for that year!

Gainesville, where I have lived pretty much the last 37 years, has within my memory never been directly hit by a hurricane, although it has experienced tropical storm weather.  The worst storms here were Dora in 1964 (while I was still living elsewhere, near Miami in West Hollywood) and the double combination of Frances and Jeanne in 2004.  The eye of Dora passed through (westward from the Jacksonville area) about 40-50 miles north of Gainesville while the worst of the 2004 storms passed to our west (although Jeanne approached closer with more severe winds).  After 2004, everyone in the media, it seemed, thought themselves a weather expert and that this type of hurricane-intensive season would become the norm (global warming getting the lion's share of the blame).  Well, it hasn't...at least not yet.  Hopefully, we'll dodge the bullet again this year, light season or not...

More on 1945 Science Fiction Short Story Anthology

As I reported a few days ago in an earlier article, I've begun to explore some of my old short story collections (of other authors, not me), which tend to focus on the science fiction genre.  One series is a year-by-year review of the best in science fiction stories, edited by Isaac Asimov and Martin H. Greenberg.  The one I'm reading right now, titled The Great SF Stories 7 (1945), contains the best of the best from that year.  Here are some of my reactions to more stories from it...

Isaac Asimov, besides editing this anthology, also contributes one of the stories, titled Blind Alley.  It is actually a tale embedded within a much larger one: Asimov's own created futuristic universe within which he wrote many memorable stories, both short and in novel form, about the development of robotics, the initial human explorer/settlers, called "spacers", the ensuing Galactic Empire, and then the famous Foundation series of novels.  Blind Alley deals with the bureaucracy and red tape that permeates life throughout the entrenched Galactic Empire...and how one bureaucrat is able to play the system in order to outmaneuver his opponents and surreptitiously accomplish the fulfillment of his own hidden agenda.  Fortunately, his aims are benevolent...but are so well concealed in the red tape and authorization requests that the ending to this story is truly surprising.  This isn't the last time that Asimov pulled this feat of literary misdirection: the novel Foundation is loaded with it...

In Correspondence Course, by Raymond F. Jones, a wounded war veteran, while convalescing and grieving his recently killed girlfriend, reluctantly responds to a mysterious letter advertising a correspondence course touting how to become a "power coordinator" and thereby attaining the ability to harness energy and use it in a manner unimagined.  After the first few lessons, he realizes that, contrary to his initial suspicions, the course is legitimate and highly technical, using advanced mathematics.  He decides to visit the return address of the course, only to discover that it is in an isolated, run-down Iowa town where no one knows anything about the school sending him the material.  Well, not one to give away the ending, let's just say that it accomplishes two things for him and one important thing for the party that sent him the course. And it's out of this world!

Murray Leinster's First Contact is a story that I first read in a different anthology years before, so I was quite familiar with it when I reread it.  The premise of the story is that space explorers from Earth, while researching stars deep within the Crab Nebula, unexpectedly encounter an exploration ship from a completely alien society.  Both sides feel that the only workable solution to the encounter is to destroy the other ship and trace its origins...and destroy the base of the other's civilization...all in the interests of self-defense since neither side knows whether the other side has malicious intent or is possibly vastly superior with its technological capacity to destroy.  Thus a stalemate ensues in which the leaders of each ship try to think of a workable solution that allows all to survive the experience. How does First Contact, which shares the same title as a Star Trek movie but is a completely different story, end?  You should know better than ask me at this point!

That covers six of the fourteen stories in this volume, and more are forthcoming here.  One thing I appreciate about this book is the prefacing to each story that contains introductory comments by editors Greenberg and Asimov about the story's author and its nature and context. For example, in the intro to Correspondence Course, Asimov refers to the literary device of the "double-double-cross", in which the author subtly hints at a surprise ending, which the reader begins to suspect...only to have that ending abruptly turned on its head. That sort of thing happens a lot in many of these sci-fi short story classics, and is one of the reasons I love reading them...    

Some Sports Observations

This evening, at 6:23 supposedly (why do they come up with these strange times) will occur the annual Preakness race in Pimlico Park, Baltimore...the "Second Jewel" of horse racing's Triple Crown.  All three of its races, the Kentucky Derby, Preakness, and Belmont, are spaced just a few weeks apart in the spring and pit that sport's best three-year-olds against each other.  No horse has won all three events in a single year since Affirmed did in 1978.  So we're looking at a highly improbable event this year as well.  Still, with a strong horse like California Chrome having just won the Kentucky Derby, it looks as if this may well be the year it finally happens.  I'll be pulling for the favorite, just to make the upcoming Belmont Stakes a climactic, exciting event.  Otherwise, as far as I am concerned, it will just be another horse race...

In the National Basketball Association playoffs, we've finally reached the point when the elite teams are facing off for the conference titles and a chance to play for the league championship.  After all of the maneuvering, team momentum shifts, and upset talk of the past few weeks, we are left with the very same four teams that many, if not most of us, predicted would survive to this stage: Miami, Indiana, San Antonio, and Oklahoma City.  Action starts tomorrow afternoon between the Heat and Pacers while the Spurs and Thunder play Monday evening.  This is going to be great!

And regarding baseball, I've still continued to watch games assiduously while trying to become familiar with each team's lineup.  This has become harder than I had thought because of the almost constant lineup changes caused by an epidemic of injuries afflicting the teams.  I understand how pitchers like Jose Fernandez, Matt Moore, Clay Kershaw, and C.C. Sabathia are so prone to injury: they are straining themselves throwing so many pitches, and each pitch hard in itself (especially those fastballs).  But what I don't get about this sport is that, except for the pitcher and catcher on defense, it is typified by everyone just sitting or standing around, be they in the dugout in out in the field.  Sure, every two or three innings a player goes up to bat and maybe even gets a chance to run some if he makes contact with the ball, and chances are that he'll get a limited number of opportunities to field the ball (unless he's the designated hitter, that is).  It is these players that I can't figure out the injuries: Carlos Beltran, Mark Teixeira, Bryce Harper...at this stage in their careers, they should have already figured out how to take a fall or slide, or the limitations of their bodies as they are extending themselves on a play.  But maybe the injuries are less a phenomenon of their increased frequency than of the tendency to get medical treatment and rest in today's age, rather than in the past when they'd just play through the pain...

Reading Paolini's Inheritance Series Again...After Earlier Abandonment

For a period of time a few years ago, I got myself into the disconcerting habit of picking up a book and starting to read it...only to abandon the project after just a few chapters.  There are books by Patricia Cornwell, Dean Koontz, Tad Williams, Sue Grafton, Suzanne Collins, James Grisham, Philip K. Dick, J.K. Rowling (with a non-Potter novel), Victor Hugo, James Joyce, and even my favorite writer Stephen King, among others, that have experienced this humiliating fate of me not reading them all the way through (fortunately, some of the authors are no longer around to have suffered through such disgrace).  In the past year, I have gone a long way in finishing what I had started (and left) before: recently, for example, I finished Terry Goodkind's monstrously huge eleven-volume The Sword of Truth series...after initially quitting only halfway through the first book. There's another fantasy series (a four-"parter") that I actually was determined enough to get all the way to halfway through the third book: the Inheritance series by Christopher Paolini.  I walked away from it because I became frustrated with the preponderance of passages loaded with mental introspection, to the detriment of dialogue and action.  I still stand by that criticism, but now I feel that I should have stuck it out to the possibly bitter end.  Well, now I've picked this series back up and will go on that reading "quest" with stalwart perseverance...in the spirit of its fantasy nature... to whatever end it takes me. 

That having been said, I don't think it would be a good idea, after a few years' hiatus, to pick up where I left off.  Instead, I'm going back to the very beginning, with volume #1, titled Eragon.  I'm about a third of the way through it, and it strangely seems this time around to be better written (although, if memory serves me, the bogging down of the narrative didn't become overwhelming until the third book).  Also, it's almost like a reunion of sorts with old friends that I haven't seen in years...

Just Finished Reading The Dragon Reborn by Robert Jordan

I just finished reading The Dragon Reborn by Robert Jordan, the third book in his fourteen-volume The Wheel of Time fantasy series.  In it, chief protagonist Rand is convinced he is the legendary "Dragon Reborn" after Moiraine of the Aes Sedai sect tells him so at the conclusion of the previous book.  Now, burdened with this realization, he wants to defeat his evil nemesis Ba'alzamon once and for all by claiming the sword Callandor in the Stone of Tear (yes, this all sounds like a humorous caricature of the fantasy genre, doesn't it) .  So he leaves his company of friends and allies to venture out on his own, rationalizing to himself that the evil forces are pursuing him and that separating himself from the others will make them safer (which only turns out to be partially true).  Instead, three different groups of "good guys" (1) Mat and Thom , (2) Perrin, Moiraine, Lan, and a new character Zarine, and (3) Egwene, Nunaeve, and Elayne, all go on to the same destination as Rand: the dreary city of Tear.  It is their adventures along the way that dominate the narrative in The Dragon Reborn; very little space is actually devoted to Rand.  So as a result, Jordan is able to develop other characters more fully...especially those of Mat and Perrin.  There is also an ominous trend revealed toward the end: the thirteen "Forsaken", who were the agents of the Dark One and had been imprisoned for centuries, are now showing up free and powerful all over the map...although in other guises. 

I enjoyed The Dragon Reborn more than the first two books in this series.  I expect more character development in the next book as well as the introduction of new characters.  This series is beginning to resemble more George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire, with more and more sub-narratives simultaneously going on among disparate peoples.  I'm fine with all that, as long as it all comes back together at the end...

Deluged on Facebook with George R.R. Martin Spam

I was stunned today when I woke up (in mid-afternoon after working the late night/early morning shift), eventually checked out my Facebook page, and was bombarded with posting after posting devoted to Game of Thrones creator and author George R.R. Martin...and how he uses a primitive DOS work processor to write his novels.  It's not his decision that surprised me.  I already know the value of writing "away from the Internet": I'm writing this on an even more primitive AlphaSmart portable word processor!  No, the shock was in the flooding over of my Facebook with this essentially unsolicited spam, coming in from sources whose "friendship" I never sought and which never sought me.  I stopped counting, after forty, the number of posts about Martin's late-night TV interview...which naturally crowded out the postings I wanted to see of my actual "friends". The only link I see with Martin and myself is that I have written about him and his A Song of Fire and Ice fantasy series on my blog in the past, to which I have posted links on Facebook.  So just by dint of that connection, Facebook has snowed me under with this Martin/DOS stuff. 

In his recent interview that apparently caused such a stir, Martin revealed that he tired of the auto-correct features of more modern word processors, which tend to second-guess the writer and often make unauthorized revisions to the written material.  I agree with him on that: when I copy my AlphaSmart writings to my main computer, either directly to my blog or to a Word application, my text tends to be altered and I have to assiduously observe the copying process to make sure that what I wrote actually gets copied in the form I had intended. Also, this ever-increasing tendency for Internet companies like Facebook, Google, and Twitter to flash what they themselves deem as related links to what I'm posting on them is, to me, an unwarranted interference in my writing as well.  If I write an article about Greg Gutfeld (which I did a few days ago) and post a link to it on Facebook, I don't want to see related material others put out about him grouped together with MY article: I don't know what others have written or said about him.  For all I know, it could be the opposite of what I am trying to express and could even be slanderous, profane, or obscene in nature. And yet there it is, right next to my posting and associated with me whether I like it or not.

I think that computer applications and social networks make far too many assumptions about my choices and writings.  They need to back off and let my work stand on its own, apart from their own "standards" of writing and without the intrusion of extraneous, unwelcome material piled on top of it... 

Began Reading Great SF Stories of 1945

For some reason, the initial article I had written here, which was quite extensive and involved a review of sorts of three short stories from the book Isaac Asimov Presents The Great SF Stories 7 (1945) (they are The Waveries by Frederic Brown, The Piper's Son by Lewis Padgett, and Wanted--An Enemy by Fritz Leiber), was mysteriously deleted...with no trace of it remaining.  I don't remember ever doing such a thing, so I'm not very happy about this, as you might guess.  I'm backdating this entry to the original posting date (May 13) even though right now, as I am writing this, it is May 18.  I don't know what happened to that other article.  What follows is a replacement...

Anyway, this book is part of a series covering, year-by-year, the period from 1939 to 1963.  I selected the one for 1945 at random: I just reached into my box of books and pulled out this one! As for the first three stories in it...

Frederic Brown was a great science fiction short story writer and was my favorite when I was a kid, since my father had a couple of his collections that I was able to read several times over.  The Waveries involves what happens when aliens composed of radio waves invade Earth and feed off humankind's own radio waves and electricity, essentially permanently shutting down everything in technology dependent on them.  How humanity ingeniously adapts to its predicament is the positive message from this story...

The Piper's Son presents an interesting situation: a worldwide nuclear holocaust has already been envisioned in this 1945 tale, the very year that such a weapon was first produced and sadly used.  One byproduct of the mutations that the radiation from this disaster produces is a number of people who possess telepathic powers.  How these people balance the fears of others about their abilities with their obvious use to society is a theme of this story...and how one of their children's vivid daydreams may imperil everything.  The author Lewis Padgett is actually a pseudonym for the husband and wife writing team of Henry Kuttner and C.L. Moore.  Under the name Padgett, they also wrote Mimsy Were the Borogroves, my all-time favorite sci-fi short story, in 1943...

Wanted--An Enemy, by Fritz Leiber, examines how close to being a warmonger a pacifist can be. Such a pacifist travels to Mars to try to coax the Martians he finds there to stage a mock invasion of Earth in order to end its own wars and unite the planet in the face of a common enemy.  Of course, his scheme backfires, but how do things go wrong and what does he do about it? Read it...the final line in this story is unforgettable.

Well, this replacement article doesn't do justice to my wiped-out original, but it covers the basics.  Maybe I'll just have to back up my future writing in another file as a precaution to avoid a repeat erasure...

The Major League Baseball Standings So Far

When I was younger and used to follow major league baseball, I was rapt up in the standings and studied them in detail every day to see how "my" teams were doing.  While still interested in the standings, my emphasis this year has been to simply enjoy games as they unfold on TV, half-inning by half-inning,  and get to know the different players on the different teams.  Yes, there is still this backdrop of the "standings", with some of the teams I follow the most doing well (like Atlanta at 21-15 and Miami at 20-18, three straight losses notwithstanding) and some on the "other" end (like Tampa Bay at 16-22 and the Chicago Cubs at 12-24).  For the most part, the teams are bunched around each other, playing around .500.  Even those who have spurted ahead of the pack in their divisions, like Detroit and Milwaukee, could well see some slippage down the line.  I can't say the same, though, about last place teams Houston (12-26), the Cubs (12-24), and Arizona (15-25) significantly changing their positions.  These don't seem to have very bright prospects for the future, at least regarding this season...although in the games I've watched them playing, they seem to be competitive.  Still, I recall that at one point early in the 2003 season, the Florida Marlins were mired in the bottom of their division with a dismal 19-29 record...only to go on a late-season tear to make the playoffs as a wild card team, eventually making it to the World Series (thanks to that Chicago Cubs fan) and beating the Yankees.  So even with these, you can never be too sure whether that elusive team chemistry might just catch on and make a major difference down the stretch of the regular season (like it did with the Pirates and Indians last year and the Orioles and A's the year before)...

Baltimore (20-15), Detroit (21-12), and Oakland (23-15) are leading their respective divisions in the American League while Atlanta (21-15), Milwaukee (24-14), and San Francisco (24-14) are on top in the National.  The biggest surprise so far has to be the Brewers, who at this point are far ahead of three teams in their own very competitive NL Central division that made the playoffs last year.  But the season is still early, and I expect at least the St. Louis Cardinals to give them a run for their money...

Just Finished Reading Terry's Goodkind's Book Confessor

I have just completed reading the eleven-volume Sword of Truth fantasy series by Terry Goodkind, after finishing the final book, titled Confessor.  I was impressed with how Goodkind was able to tie up all the loose ends and arrive at a satisfying (as well as surprising) resolution to the dire circumstances that were simultaneously taking place on so many levels with Richard, Kahlan, the Imperial Order, the Chimes, the Chainfire spell, the Beast, and so on (I'm sure that you don't have a clue about any of this).  But don't expect me to relate here what happened; you're welcome to trudge through the entire series like I did!  Still, I'll give you one hint about how things end, although it's no secret: the author has begun a new series featuring Sword of Truth protagonists Richard and Kahlan.  I wonder whether I should start on it soon...maybe not, I'm in the middle of another series, The Wheel of Time by Robert Jordan.  And there are other genres of literature I'm pursuing as well.  Still, its faults notwithstanding, I was generally pleased with Goodkind's efforts in this series and feel that he probably deserves a bit more respect on the Internet sites that rate fantasy fiction than what I'm been seeing him get.  I suspect that one of the reasons for the criticism of his work is that he makes no apologies about strongly making his philosophical beliefs known, chiefly through his main character Richard Raul...beliefs that stress the need for individuals to have economic freedom and to assume complete responsibility for their own lives.  That seems to rattle some with other ideas about how things should be, sad to say...