Inner Bitch

Friday, April 30, 2004
 

Spam fighting?

I saw in the referrer log this morning a link to something called Spam Poison. They have a link that you put on your site and it's supposed to confuse the email-gathering spam bots by giving them tons of fake addresses (at least let's hope they're fake otherwise you'll just be screwing random strangers). This seems like an interesting idea, though not a new one - the use of "honey pots" to trap intruders into networks has gone on for some time - but something seems wrong about SpamPoison advertising their site by leaving referrer spam. Doesn't this make them just as bad as the people they're claiming to want to take down? The whole thing just seems very untrustworthy to me and I could find nothing about SpamPoison when I looked at CAUCE and spam.abuse.net, so I'm not inclined to give them the benefit of the doubt.


Wednesday, April 28, 2004
 

Designing Women

Maria Sibylla Merian, Crocodile with a coral snakeThe Princeton Library is currently showing an online exhibit named "Unseen Hands: Women Printers, Binders, and Book Designers." It's nifty and eclectic, and you should go look at it.

There are works by female illustrators, book designers, printers, type designers, typesetters, and publishers. The exhibit timeline runs from the 15th century, when the Nuns of San Jacopo di Ripoli produced the first complete printed edition of the works of Plato in 1484, to the current day, with a 2002 specimen page of Diotima type signed by Gudrun Zapf von Hesse, who designed the typeface. (Oddly enough, the Diotima typeface is named after a female character in Plato's Symposium. It's Plato all the way down.) Parts of the Book of St. Albans may be the first printed work written in English by a woman.

Maria Sibylla Merian spent two years studying the indigenous wildlife of Surinam, caught malaria, returned to Amsterdam, and published a "lavishly illustrated folio" about bugs. Fanny Palmer drew more than 200 scenes for Currier & Ives. Clemence Housman, sister of A.E. Housman, was a writer and engraver herself. Elizabeth Corbet Yeats, sister of W.B. Yeats, founded Dun Emer Press in order to train young women in the skills of bookbinding, weaving, embroidery, and printing.

The exhibit includes a copy of Grandmother Sweat Bath, edited by Janet Rodney, printed by Weaselsleeves Press. I mention this because I don't think that in my lifetime I will ever grow tired of saying "Weaselsleeves."

Emily Faithfull, Te Deum LaudamusThere's also an edition of Beatrice Warde's manifesto "This Is A Printing Office," which she designed and printed to publicize the new Perpetua typeface. Here's how it goes:
THIS
IS A PRINTING OFFICE

Crossroads of civilization
Refuge of all the arts against the ravages of time
Armoury of fearless truth against whispering rumor
Incessant trumpet of trade
From this place words may fly abroad, not to perish on waves of sound, not to vary with the writer’s hand but fixed in time, having been verified by proof
Friend, you stand on sacred ground,
This is a Printing Office
Weaselsleeves.



Monday, April 26, 2004
 

The season's picked up lately, but I still miss me some SpyMommy

SpyMommy is the coolestOkay, time for the Alias roundup. Jennifer Garner is making the rounds in support of 13 Going On 30, and she told SciFi Wire that she has no plans to stop doing Alias anytime soon - even with her movie career doing fairly well. I'm glad of that - with all my other shows getting canceled this year, I'll need Alias more than ever. And the show should only get better with Jeffrey Bell on board the writing/producing team next year. The New York Times just did a story about the current writers of the show, revealing the shocking (shocking, I say!) news that they are, in fact, making the story up as they go along. And here I thought they had all that Rambaldi business mapped out for consistency years in advance.

In SpyDaddy news (really, that's the most important news), eye weekly (yeah, I never heard of them before either) has an interesting take on the SpyDaddy/Sydney relationship - they say that having them be father and daughter allows for all kinds of rescue fantasies to be fulfilled by the show without it being all about a man saving his lover. It's much more acceptable, they say, for Jack to be insane in his protection of Sydney than Vaughn could ever be. Of course we don't approve of them bringing up an illusion to Elektra here - nothing should sully the Jack/Sydney relationship. And lastly, a cute interview with Victor Garber and Ron Rifkin. I absolutely adore every scene between Sloane and Jack and it's obvious from this interview that they enjoy their time together as well - they sing together on set! They had to fight to not giggle during the Jack-performs-surgery scene! I love this show.


Sunday, April 25, 2004
 

I'm guessing this is one petition Christina might be on board with

Now that's bitterThe folks who created the Bartlet4America fan site are not so pleased with what John Wells has done to the show. Having learned from all the "Save Our Show" campaigns that have gotten good press, they have created Don't Save Our Show! With the standard petition and letters to the network/producers approach as the other campaigns, they are hoping to convince NBC to cancel The West Wing and save everybody the embarrassment of the show. They got a good mention in Entertainment Weekly, in a review that was not charitable to the new version of the show. That's a good start, but maybe they should consider billboards like the Saving Angel folks or the classic tabasco flood.


 

Pinheads Unite

Artistic!Today, April 25, is Worldwide Pinhole Photography Day. I'm sure you can feel the excitement in the air. Here's how it works:

1. Build a pinhole camera
2. Take pinhole photographs today
3. Submit them to the WPPD site

This is the fourth year the event has been held, and you can see previous years' pictures from all over the world at the WPPD picture gallery.

Today's contest is only a few hours old, but they already have pictures up from New Zealand, the Netherlands, and the United States.



Friday, April 23, 2004
 

The fourth Indy is not a go

Now that is a beautiful manE! Online is reporting that the fourth Indiana Jones movie will not be arriving anytime soon. My favorite part of this story (and really the only reason for this blog entry other than I wanted to put up a pretty picture of Indy):
...the script was sent back for a rewrite after Lucas decided he was displeased with the material
So that means he was pleased with the script for Attack of the Clones?


 

Come upstairs and see my etchings

PrettyNothing says "Happy Belated Earth Day" like the gift of scrimshaw! Scrimshaw is the "indigenous art form of the American Whaleman", who, let's face it, doesn't have much else to do nowadays.

A lot of scrimshaw is now done on tagua nut, which is very similar to ivory when sanded and polished. If you're into dead animal jewelry, however, you have a range of legal options.

Elephant ivory is restricted by CITES, the same trade law that restricts trade in protected orchids. However, elephant ivory that was already legally in the US before 1989 is legal to own, buy, or sell. Sperm whale and walrus ivory is protected unless it pre-dates the Marine Mammal Protection Act of 1972. Walrus ivory that postdates the law is also legal to own, buy, or sell if it has been carved or scrimshawed by an Eskimo. Oh, and hippo ivory is available from hippos that have been culled from protected herds or killed because they attacked humans. That'll show 'em.

Also prettyBut my favorite is the use of Wooly Mammoth ivory, which is completely unrestricted. I feel like this somehow ought to be illegal, but it's not as though we have to worry that the dwindling mammoth herds will be hunted to extinction for their tusks. I found these mammoth ivory pens, but alas, they've been discontinued. Here's mammoth ivory jewelry, but if I gave these people money, I'd rather order one of these soapstone polar bears.

Anyway. Scrimshaw.com sells scrimshaw beginner kits; mine is on the way. Can't let the knitting freaks have a monopoly on the sharp pointy playthings.



Thursday, April 22, 2004
 

The well of my bitterness knows no bottom

I curse the name David LittlefieldThe Cubs are in town to play the Bucs and so my Aramis Ramirez anger has flared up again. This piece in the Chicago Sun-Times doesn't help. It describes how our prince of an owner, Kevin McClatchy, was nice enough to congratulate Ramirez on his season so far (batting around .360, OPS over 1.0, only one error, 3 home runs hit against our pitchers in one series), and did it without the grace to admit he fucked up when letting Ramirez go for nothing much (not that gimpy Bobby Hill doesn't seem like a nice guy and all). Good thing Littlefield got that contract extension, so he can make us some more deals like this one.


 

Vote couture

Stylin'Wonkette warns us of the terrible danger inherent in the Bush-Cheney '04 trucker hat:
But what happens when the people who are wearing it ironically run into the people who are wearing it earnestly? Does it tear a hole in the parody-sincerity continuum? Will Ashton Kutcher suddenly not have been born?

Please, think of the children.
Better wear a Hipster Scout t-shirt with it, just to be safe.


Also via Wonkette, this is not George Tenet's finest moment:
Any caption here would just be too cruel



Wednesday, April 21, 2004
 

Good info to have

I've never liked the idea of the Curves special "gyms" for women. I understand the point that it's better that people are doing the circuit at Curves than sitting on their ass, but I belong to a gym for women that does not take the patronizing viewpoint that women don't want to be bothered with weights or mirrors (how do they know if their form is right without a mirror? Form is important, people). Then again, they seem to be popular, so maybe I'm just way wrong, but I doubt it. Anyway, courtesy of the Gate, I've found a new reason to dislike Curves - some good amount of their profit is going to Operation Save America, one of those lovely anti-choice groups who also seem to want to tell women what to do with their bodies. The founder of Curves is very supportive of anti-Planned Parenthood work in Texas and in general seems unworthy of my disposable income. Of course every woman should decide for herself, but do it with full knowledge of how that money will be used.


 

Gadget slut on a budget

Tell me again where the firewire cable goes?Via Gizmodo, the new website FreeAfterRebate.info features the best online rebate deals, specifically those rebates that cover or exceed the cost of the item (not counting shipping). This should be handy when you need a gadget fix on limited funds, and after all, you can never have too many free (not counting shipping) flash drives and Ethernet hubs.

Also via Gizmodo -- and is it just me, or has Gizmodo gotten snarkier lately? Not that there's anything wrong with that -- you can now buy a plush bear with an MP3 player inside. I'm sure this trend is only getting started; watch for MP3 player Lego kits, Star Wars figures (with Ewok, Wookiee, or Bantha drive capacity), My Little Pony Player, and NerfPods. Do not taunt Happy Fun MP3 Ball.



Tuesday, April 20, 2004
 

Cultural barometer

It looks like the uprising in Iraq has spread all the way to the funny pages. These are both from Monday:

Doonesbury


Get Fuzzy


Bummer.

Next week: Peter Fox finally turns 18 and gets drafted.



Monday, April 19, 2004
 

Ceci n’est pas une can

soup is good foodSo for the fortieth anniversary of Andy Warhol's Campbell's Soup Can, Campbell's is printing up funky Tomato Soup cans with bright colors and Warhol's picture on the back. They're available now in Pittsburgh ('cause he grew up here); no word on whether they'll show up elsewhere.

Andy's doing pretty well with the branding lately; he also has a wine collection coming out. (Warhol said "I'll endorse with my name any of the following: clothing, AC-DC, cigarettes, small tapes, sound equipment, ROCK N' ROLL RECORDS, anything, film, and film equipment, Food, Helium, Whips, MONEY!!" So I doubt he'd mind.)

For those of you in the 'Burgh, this seems like a good time to mention the "Good Fridays" happy hour at the Warhol Museum, every Friday from 5 to 10. It's conveniently located for drowning your sorrows after a Friday afternoon Pirates game. (Don't ever tell me there's nothing to do in Pittsburgh. There's an amazing variety of things to do in Pittsburgh. It's just that all those events share the same three parking spaces, and two of those spots are staked out with folding chairs.)

I find a little Warhol Museum goes a long way, but I am hypmotized by the Warhol Cam.



Saturday, April 17, 2004
 

Bake Back the White House!

MoveOn.org had the most fabulous idea - they are holding a nationwide bake sale today to raise money to defeat George W. Bush. The idea being that GWB gets tons of money from rich people and corporations, but the regular people know that bake sales always work for raising money for the PTA and such, so why not for a political action committee? It's worth looking at the site just for the map of where the sales will be - with a mouse hover, it shows a cute cake with piece missing graphic and the number of sales in that town. Excellent use of Flash technology.

Anyway, if you're in Pittsburgh like me, there are only three sales. We apparently didn't get word of it early enough in these parts.


Friday, April 16, 2004
 

Glass Birthday Suit

A few months ago, the Pittsburgh Glass Center held its second annual exhibition of student and instructor work, "Glass Birthday Suit". I went in on the last day and took these pictures of my favorite pieces. I scribbled the titles and artists' names down on the back of a Borders receipt that has been disintegrating at the bottom of my purse ever since. Hopefully I've deciphered all the names correctly.

One thing I particularly liked about the exhibition was the way the pieces' shadows fell. I know nothing about galleries, but I suspect this was deliberately and carefully arranged.

Click on the thumbnails to see the full image.

'Evolution' by Michael Mangiafico


"Evolution" by Michael Mangiafico

These glass wasps start out cute and abstract and become more and more realistic. Eeyucch.

Sorry about the blurriness. In the fullsize image, you can see they're walking towards the next piece, "Nesting".


'Nesting' by Michael Mangiafico"Nesting" by Michael Mangiafico

I cannot express the visceral creepiness of these wasps. These are worse than the walking wasps above; their placement on the real wasps' nest nestled in the glass sculpture makes them seem much more real, and much more likely to fly inside my car window and crawl down between the windshield and the dash, forcing me to pull the car over and open all the doors and windows and poke at the thing with an umbrella tip for fifteen minutes until it finally crawls out and takes off.

You know, hypothetically.

Mangiafico has a website with more pictures of his and his wife's sculptures, including many more glass bugs. The scorpions, spiders, and centipede are even worse than the wasps, but the iridescent beetles and dragonfly are lovely. The marbles are beautiful too.


'Lepidoptera' by Chris Clarke"Lepidoptera" by Chris Clarke

This is my favorite -- it's like the Platonic ideal of driftwood. From the name, I expect it's supposed to remind me of a butterfly, but it's too... driftwoody. It's quite large, a couple of feet across. The brown curly stuff is metal, probably iron.

This was actually one of three similar pieces, all mounted on the rear wall; unfortunately, I didn't take a picture of all three together.



'Orange Vase' and 'Orange Amphora' by Mary Tabasko"Orange Vase" and "Orange Amphora" by local troublemaker Mary Tabasko

Nice work, Mary! In the fullsize pic, there's another piece by someone whose name I didn't write down -- sorry.



'Little Ladies' by Ashley Brickman"Little Ladies" by Ashley Brickman

There are actually eight ladies arranged in a row in this piece; I've cropped most of them out of the thumbnail, but take a look at the fullsize pic. The way they're arranged, with the different shapes at slightly different heights, puts me in mind of some sort of odd musical instrument. Percussion, probably.

Update: If you can't figure out what the ladies are supposed to look like, it may help to know that the figures don't have heads, arms, or legs.



'Mangy Dogs' by Tom Brown"Mangy Dogs" by Tom Brown

Balloon animals! Their surface has an interesting frosted effect; I'm not sure how it's achieved.



Birthday cakeThis was a tall glass birthday cake made by the staff and students of the Glass Center; it sat on a small table at the gallery entrance, next to the guestbook.

The Pittsburgh Glass Center offers workshops, classes, and other good things. If you're in town, you should check it out.


Wednesday, April 14, 2004
 

Wacko alert

My candidate for President remains ABBJust when I thought nobody could be nuttier than Pat Toomey, a new candidate has emerged for "craziest candidate in Pennsylvania." Ads have just started running for Bruce Castor, who - like Toomey - enjoys calling his Republican opponent (this is just the primary at this point; who knows how they'll behave in November) a dangerous liberal. He's got the usual Republican selling points - he's very proud to be the first in PA to come out against gay marriage - but he goes even further by saying he's going to protect "our children" by abolishing parole for violent offenders. No word on how he's going to pay for those prisons.

He also got into some fascinating pissing match because some caucus or another endorsed another candidate - saying the endorsement had been bought, but then he seemed to apologize for something (I think it was for making those accusations without immediately supplying the proof, but it's confusing), in this open letter to PA's long-standing right-wing wacko, Senator Rick Santorum. Then he supplied the proof in yet another Santorum-directed missive. No word could be found of Santorum's response to all these open letters.

All I want to know is, when did Pennsylvania become the epicenter of this weirdness? I expected this when I lived in Louisiana, but I thought I had long since left that behind.


 

No New Thing To Tell

Rosencrantz and gentle GuildensternSo I'm reading Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard; sometimes you get the urge for a little existential who's-on-first. I love this bit, so I'm sharing:
GUIL: ...Well then--one of the Greeks, perhaps? You're familiar with the tragedies of antiquity, are you? The great homicidal classics? Matri, patri, fratri, sorrori, uxori and it goes without saying--

ROS: Saucy--

GUIL: --Suicidal--hm? Maidens aspiring to godheads--

ROS: And vice versa--

GUIL: Your kind of thing, is it?

PLAYER: Well, no, I can't say it is, really. We're more of the blood, love and rhetoric school.

GUIL: Well, I'll leave the choice to you, if there is anything to choose between them.

PLAYER: They're hardly divisible, sir--well, I can do you blood and love without the rhetoric, and I can do you blood and rhetoric without the love, and I can do you all three concurrent or consecutive, but I can't do you love and rhetoric without the blood. Blood is compulsory--they're all blood, you see.
I think "Blood, Love, and Rhetoric" would be a great name for a blog, or a band. Actually, "Love and Rhetoric" would be a better name for a band, because then you'd be shelved right next to "Love and Rockets".



Tuesday, April 13, 2004
 

Mighty Good Road

Haul 16 tons, and whaddaya get?CNN has an interesting article about Americans building an "ice highway" from the Antarcticic coast to the South Pole. The road is a "packed surface 20 feet wide and lined with green flags, winding through huge crevasse fields, snow 'swamps' and flat pack ice."

Two years into the project, the South Pole Traverse Project now covers 425 miles; it should be complete in another two years. I would love to see a video documentary about the making of this road, especially to see the terrain close-up:
"Last year it took us three months to go three miles across a crevasse field ... full of dangerous hidden crevasses. This year we were ... 'breaking trail,' a long, slow slog in soft snow."

In the "snow swamp," a 180-mile-wide, 6-foot-deep field of powder snow... tractors and sleds plowed deep into the snow, stuck fast and had to be hauled out by vehicles traveling behind them.

Wright said the route's newly compacted surface will remain solid over the winter and be useable next year, though the road itself will move, as the whole ice shelf is in slow, fluid motion.

From one summer to the next the crevasse field moved about 1,000 feet north and grew about 100 feet longer.

"The ice had stretched," he said.
The road is intended to carry cargo to the research base, but there's concern that tourists will use it to reach the interior of the continent. Tourists are already an ecological threat and a general pain in the neck in Antarctica. The resident scientists have become so irritated that this past December they refused to sell fuel to an Australian aviator who flew to the pole and landed without permission in a homemade plane with insufficient fuel. He refused to take a commercial flight home, and eventually managed to buy fuel from a British pilot, but you have to admire his sheer blind stupidity in flying into one of the planet's most hostile environments without the means for a return trip.



Monday, April 12, 2004
 

Knitting for good and not evil

This is a fabulous idea. Some knitters in New York are running a knit-a-thon to benefit animal shelters that need to keep their animals warm. They are affiliated with the Critter Knitters Coalition, who regularly knit for the animals of New York. There appear to be similar organizations all over (I found one in Oregon, plus the nationwide Project Linus and the Pittsburgh South Hills Knitting Guild that make blankets for children in hospitals), but I couldn't find a local group knitting for animals. After I finish the current scarves on the needles (unfortunately, this may be a long while), I need to apply my knitting energies to a good cause.

In sillier knitting news, I'm guessing that the shelter animals would not be happy to receive the fried breakfast hat and handbag. Or at least the cats would have too much dignity; the dogs might agree to wear them if you play fetch with them for 5 minutes.


 

Screw Senator Mike Bennett and the boat he rode in on

Not a surplus commodity, dammitThe manatee bulletin is back -- because you demanded it! Also because I've been sitting on several manatee items and meaning to post them for weeks now.

Today, April 12, the Florida Senate Natural Resources Commission will be voting on SB 540, a very ugly bill that would prevent the state from enacting new manatee protections, cripple state manatee research, and require the state to "optimize boating in manatee habitats". The bill's author, FL Sen. Mike Bennett (R-Bradenton), is in bed with the boating industry, but at least he's got a sense of humor -- the bill is named the "Manatee Sanctuary Act".

Manatees killed or injured by boats would be considered "surplus" if the collision occurs in an area that meets arbitrary population standards. This isn't just cynical as hell, it's bad science: manatees are migratory, so local population is always in flux.

On a happier note: Angelito, the abandoned baby manatee that was rescued by the Miami Seaquarium, is doing fine. (Thanks, Carol!) He's now kept in a tank with three adult females, and the handlers are hoping one of them will adopt him and become his surrogate mother. (Article may be behind an annoying registration screen; if so, use bselig@bselig.com/bselig as email/password. It looks like they encode email and login as plaintext in the URL, though, which speaks volumes about their approach to security.)

Manatees are becoming much more common in New Orleans' Lake Pontchartrain, probably because of cleaner water and recovering seagrass beds. Louisiana's Dept. of Wildlife and Fisheries is posting signs around marinas that read "Manatee area, proceed with caution", but people keep stealing them for souvenirs. I can see why -- it's a cute sign.

And finally, here's an excellent profile of Tom Pritchard, the man in charge of autopsying every dead manateee in Florida. His team also gets called out to rescue manatees that are sick or hurt, but he spends a lot of time up to his elbows in manatee carcass.
Through his office window, Pitchford can see some of the lush banana trees that grow around the lab. The trees grow so well because the laboratory staff fertilizes them with the lab's, um, leftovers.

The staff has dubbed the fruit "Manabananas."
Keep your fingers crossed for the defeat of SB 540.



Sunday, April 11, 2004
 

We happy few

We band of buggeredDon't forget, the History Channel is running the HBO WWII miniseries "Band of Brothers" every day at 9pm, starting today.

If you missed the first episode today, don't sweat it -- you've avoided a lot of annoying David Schwimmer screentime, and he's almost entirely absent for the rest of the series. Don't miss part 2, "Day of Days", on Monday, or part 6, "Bastogne", on Friday.

Expect to see lots of "Go Army" recruiting commercials.



Friday, April 09, 2004
 

Peep-a-licious

Those things are nasty tastingThis is kind of a continuation of Christina's freaks-of-religion post below, though it's not at all tied to Pittsburgh (that I know of, at least) and it involves snack foods. Anyway, in the spirit of Easter and Beltane and any other sugar-loving spring celebration (I didn't include Passover since Peeps aren't Kosher), I give you PeepHenge, from the fine folks that brought the world Lord of the Peeps (still incomplete). Now I find Peeps to be just plain wrong, in flavor and color and texture and aftertaste (shudder), but I know I may be outnumbered, so I'll also give you the Peep FAQ and leave you alone to enjoy your Peeps, if you're so inclined.

Meanwhile, I'll be cooking cheese and poblano pepper grits for taking to family brunch.


 

Pat the Bunny

AwwwwwReligion is a spectator sport in this town. Pittsburgh is all about the schisms; this is ground zero for the current conflict in the Epsicopalian Church.

Still, it's startling to hear about excommunication on the evening news. A local priest may be forming a breakaway church, and the Catholic Church is publicly threatening to excommunicate him and any Catholics who follow him.

Some people have to go to a lot of effort to be excommunicated, you know.

"Whipped and tortured the Easter bunny" is another phrase rarely heard on the news, but the star of the hour is the local church that decided to whip the Easter Bunny during their Easter program for an audience full of kids:
"They were doing the Stations of the Cross and the part where Jesus was whipped, they decided to whip the Easter Bunny -- which I thought was very inappropriate. You don't do that at something like this where kids are looking to have an Easter egg hunt and you're whipping the Easter Bunny..."
I'm sure they've got great plans for the Christmas play.


Thursday, April 08, 2004
 

Where the chicks are

What's love got to do, got to do with itSome days, you just really need a dose of Extraordinary Chicken.

Sometimes you only want to read about living with chickens. And sometimes, because we live in an imperfect world, it's comforting to have an American Standard of Poultry Perfection.

But why settle for the book when you can order the birdies? You could order Sultans, or Crevecoeurs, or Mottled Houdans, or Egyptian Fayoumis, or you could go nuts with the Top Hat Special assortment. Which all sounds rather like the menu at a cognac tasting.

Walk like an EgyptianBut the best breed name of all is the Silver Gray Dorking. I hereby declare the Silver Gray Dorking the Official Geek Chicken, with all the powers and appurtenances thereto.

The hatchery sells both an automatic chicken picker and a Featherman Pro, which is kind of disturbing. Both pickers take "replacement fingers (one size fits all)", which is even more disturbing.

And if you have a nice pond and $3k lying around, you could order a breeding pair of Blackneck Swans. But if swans are half as bad-tempered as geese, I'd wind up feeding them into an automatic picker with extreme prejudice.



Wednesday, April 07, 2004
 

Just open a vein

After an entertaining few weeks, the ruckus has died down around the whiny Salon column by soi-disant midlist author "Jane Austen Doe".

One lovely tidbit that fell out of a concomitant thread on Making Light was a pointer to this dispatch by Anne Rice about how her work is written and edited:
And though I am devoted to my editor, I always had mixed feelings about this process of receiving her comments and responding to them.

After the publication of the The Queen of the Damned, I requested of my editor that she not give me anymore comments. I resolved to hand in the manuscripts when they were finished. And asked that she accept them as they were. She was very reluctant, feeling that her input had value, but she agreed to my wishes. I asked this due to my highly critical relationship with my work and my intense evolutionary work on every sentence in the work, my feeling for the rhythm of the phrase and the unfolding of the plot and the character development. I felt that I could not bring to perfection what I saw unless I did it alone. In othe words, what I had to offer had to be offered in isolation. So all novels published after The Queen of the Damned were written by me in this pure fashion, my editor thereafter functioning as my mentor and guardian.

...Why am I telling you? Perhaps to assure you -- those of you who might want to know -- that the writing you are reading is quite deliberate, that it is informed and it is conscious, as well as being the result of intuition. It is the result of all that I am -- my education, my mystic sensibilities, and the student in me. It is poured out fearlessly, and then edited, and re-edited, and subjected to merciless scrutiny. It represents, and always has, my finest efforts.
That poor, poor editor.

Any snark I might add at this point would be superfluous.


Monday, April 05, 2004
 

Beat the drum and hold the phone; the sun came out today

Let's hope Kip has a good yearEven though it was 29 degrees this morning when I left for work, I know that today the long winter is ending. Today is Opening Day for most of baseball, including my sad Pirates. I would love to collect for you all the happy positive articles about how this is a scrappy team that just might contend, but instead I will point you to ESPN, whose Power Rankings have the Pirates in their Bottom 5, with the note that the Pirates have what is probably the least productive lineup in baseball (that was my impression in Florida as well) and CBS SportsLine, who have generously placed the Pirates at 24th in baseball. The Post-Gazette had a special section yesterday all about the coming season; at my house we were amused and saddened by the collected quotes from other places, including this:
A roster that looks mediocre performs even worse than that, ensuring a 12th straight losing season.
Sniffle, at least they haven't taken away our ranking in the best park in baseball standings. I've added Paul Meyer's excellent Pirates Q&A to our blogroll over there (pointing to the left); that's the best way to keep your finger on the pulse of Pirates fans across the country.

Patheticness of my team aside, there's always something hopeful about Opening Day, something that makes you feel new all over. Enjoy.


 

The Prosecution Will Not Be Televised

Via BoingBoing, the very latest in protest fashion: No Justice, No Quiche. Free Martha, baby.



Sunday, April 04, 2004
 

Even when you know it's coming, it's still hard when it happens

I blame all of you - you didn't listen to me when I told you to watch Wonderfalls, and now it's been cancelled. Tim Minear seems justifiably bitter, but luckily he hasn't lost his sense of humor:
Tomorrow morning I'm gonna sit down and figure out exactly what Fox needs in terms of what's missing from their scripted programming. No joke. I'll approach it scientifically and specifically. I'll create the hit pilot with franchise legs that will allow them to build big in the scripted area in such a way that they'll be able to relax a little and nurture slower building shows. Something that would give them some stability. That's what I'll create.

Then I'll sell it ABC.
That's the Minear we love.

William Sadler, who played Jaye's father, has his own site and forum (who doesn't these days I guess?) and he said:
...it seems such a foolish and wasteful thing to create such a cool show, shoot 13 episodes (at maybe two million dollars each), air four and throw the rest away
I agree, but I don't have high hopes for it showing up on DVD - I can't see how the interest is going to be high enough. My guess is that we'll just have to wait for the binaries to show up on BitTorrent or Usenet.


Saturday, April 03, 2004
 

Animal Hackers

Never mind the birdseed, where are the tasty birds?A side comment on the Noreascon mailing list included a URL for this Russian webpage full of bizarre Photoshop animal hybrids. Some of them are gloriously, believably weird.

Genetically engineered to be better roadkillA bit of Googling reveals that the pictures have actually been collected from Photoshop enthusiast sites Human Descent and Worth1000.com. There are whole new dimensions of amusing time wastage at the latter site; in particular, check out their portraits from the artists as young children and Bug Swap contests.



 

Better pour a weak drink

When I'm in the voting booth, I consider the candidate carefully: Where does he stand on civil rights? The environment? Abortion? Most importantly, does he have a drinking game?

Rep. Joe Hoeffel (D-PA) is running for Arlen Specter's senate seat. Specter is currently embroiled in a rather nasty primary campaign against Rep. Pat Toomey, who is the sort of Republican who considers Rick Santorum a little too liberal for comfort.

Specter and Toomey are holding their debate tonight (4/3). Hoeffel's campaign, displaying the kind of political snark that ought to be encouraged, offers a drinking game for the debate; these highlights suggest you drink:
--Every time either candidate invokes his "good friend" George W. Bush;

--Every time Pat Toomey calls Specter a "dangerous liberal";

--Every time Specter accuses Toomey of ignoring specific constituents with heart-rending stories;

--Every time Toomey accuses Specter of ignoring specific constituents with heart-rending stories;

--Every time either candidate claims that the economy is improving;

--Every time Specter is compared to John Kerry, Hillary Clinton, or Ted Kennedy;

--Every time the candidates argue about who's more conservative.
If the subject of how to help Pennsylvania's distressed cities comes up, chug in disbelief.


Friday, April 02, 2004
 

One of the last independents fall

Back when dinosaurs roamed the Earth and I worked on mainframe software, Candle Corporation was one of our competitors, with a product - Omegamon - in use in just about every client site I ever spoke with. The company was solely owned by one guy and seemed to be managed well - you never heard bad things about them and the products were well thought of. During the 1980s and 1990s all the other companies in this industry seemed to disappear - Duquesne Systems (where I worked) merged with Marino and formed Legent, and Legent bought one of our other competitors, Goal Systems, and finally was bought itself (after I left), by the evil giant Computer Associates; Platinum and Sterling were also bought by CA. The survivors included BMC - now a big public company - and Candle, still independent, still privately-owned. Now, that's ending, with news that IBM is buying Candle. Maybe after so many years, Aubrey Chernick wanted to try something else, or retire to an island. Regardless, it seems like the final end to an era.


Thursday, April 01, 2004
 

Happy April First, everyone!

A survey of fun April Fool's web pages that amused me today:

First, the Web Standards Project pokes fun at Microsoft-related viruses and has a dream that anybody would support.

I don't quite understand the Duke buys the entire public domain page, but I did like the "concerned" quotes - they seem very smarmy and realistic.

The SixDifferentWays blog has been outsourced to India. I'm sure Lou Dobbs will be reading an editorial about it any day now.

And lastly, my favorite: The Potter News Network, breaking news and all.

Hope you all got a good prank in today.