Up The Walls Of The World

James Tiptree Jr. Award Winners: Joe Haldeman and Johanna Sinisalo

The award is “presented annually to a work that explores and expands gender roles in science fiction and fantasy…”

James Tiptree, Jr was actually Alice Sheldon. She wrote a memorable book that featured not only gender-role swapping, but complete body and consciousness and species swapping called Up The Walls Of The World. It’s at least 15 years since I read it, and I still remember the intriguing, liberating, and disturbing issues she raised and the characters that played the story out. Tiptree/Sheldon was an amazing writer, and she led an amazing life.

Ooh – the winners of the award get $1000, some original art, and… chocolate. Now that’s what I call a prize…

Madrid, Recordamos

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We remember, Madrid.

Joi Ito is in Madrid for the International Summit on Democracy, Terrorism and Security; it’s no accident that this meeting was timed to take place there. He’s moderated a Democracy, Terrorism, and the Internet panel, and there’s another meeting he’s in called the Atocha Creative Policy Workshop, too. It appears from the schedule and comparing Chicago time to Madrid time that the session he’s in starts in a minute or so. It’s currently 929am as I type, and the conference starts at 4:30pm Madrid time – right about now. And yes, it appears that it’s being updated in more or less real-time in the comments.

He also moblogged the five minutes’ silence, remembering the victims of last year’s rail disaster/terrorist attack here.

It all seems like so much effort – thousands of people all earnestly talking, meeting, and formulating policy. I wish them all success. Something good must come from tragedy. At the very least, a lot of cells and networks have been broken up due to the many arrests made since the tragedy.

But then, of course, there’s no guarantee that the 600-pound gorilla in the Uncle Sam costume will pay any attention to the issues raised and the policy solutions proposed at the meeting, which ends today. There’s hope yet – people from all over the world are talking it over and trying to come up with a better way to deal with terrorism, especially terrorism inspired by religious fanaticism.

Ironically, NPR reported today that the Pentagon has recently been forced to release records and transcripts relating to Abu Ghraib, with the “shocking” news that children were incarcerated there.

Um, yes, we know this, because of that story that keeps getting buried about the rape of a young boy, allegedly by a Titan contractor. Sy Hersh hinted about it in the original New Yorker article, but about the only other well-known news organization that covered it was NPR’s Marketplace, on May 21st, 2004. I heard the original story when it was broadcast, and continue to be shocked that only the “alternative” or “guerilla” press ran with it, which still seems to be the case according to Google.

And yes, our dear Senate Intelligence (?) Committee is wrapping up hearings on whether the Bush administration manipulated pre-war intelligence reports in order to justify going to war. It seems that since they already found that the intelligence was flawed anyway, there’s no need to continue digging. :eyeroll:

UPDATE: More on the “child prisoners at Abu Ghraib” story: it appears from Gen. Janis Karpinski’s testimony, which has just been unsealed under a FOIA suit, that she was aware of and concerned for women and children prisoners.

And that she was ordered not to release prisoners, some of which were being kept “off the books.”

Geez, no wonder they railroaded the woman into early retirement. She knew far too much.

Amazingly Racy Stuff

Let’s see – there’s a recap of the premiere up, which I got around to reading the night before the second episode aired. The title, whch is usually only visible when you look at the whole list of recaps, is “Peru-ff Beyond A Reasonable Doubt.”

Miss Alli has this to say about the state of TAR thus far:

Previously on How To Endanger Your Franchise With One Drunken Casting Session: First, it was awwwwwesome (Ed: TAR1). Then, it was great (Ed: TAR2). Then it was great, except for the part where Flo won (Ed: TAR3). Then, it kind of sucked (Ed: TAR4, and I totally disagree, unless she’s talking about the long, long wait for renewal and the next season to start). Then it kind of sucked, except for the part where Chip and Kim won (Ed: TAR5). Then it really sucked, except for Kris and Jon, and especially in the parts that had shoving. So now, it is time to see whether the trend can be reversed. It’s safe to say we all certainly hope so.

Yes, we do, and after seeing not just the premiere, but two whole episodes of the current season, I think we’re all mighty relieved that there’s nobody as assy as Jonathan Livingston Asshole. And also – hey, fun, culturally relevant tasks that actually allow for skillful play and shake up the standings a little.

And here’s the mini-recap for what many of the TWOP fans were saying was a kick-ass, fast-moving episode:

Boston Rob and Amber become more polarizing than ever as he tries a couple of dodgy maneuvers, including paying a source for exclusivity (not too bad) and paying a bus driver to keep the back door shut until he’s well away (not too good). And when he’s interrogated by other teams who somehow seem to feel entitled to have him confess (?), he can only wink and laugh, because…either they’ve heard of him, in which case they have no reason to think he’s going to tell them anything, or they haven’t, in which case they have no reason to dislike him yet.

In actual race-related news, the teams pull off a shoeshine Roadblock in Peru before being shipped off to Chile for a truly ass-kicking Detour that uses interesting skills, results in shifts of position, allows teams to maneuver around each other, and generally justifies its existence in the way that many less interesting Detours have failed to do.

And for the most part, Rob and Amber are the bosses of every task in the leg, from trickery to book-hauling. They wind up winning the leg easily, and the rest of the teams take another half-hour to trickle in. In the end, it’s a battle between Brian and Greg and Heidi and Megan, which is extra-sad because the two teams had been doing quite a bit of dorky flirting earlier in the leg. When the brothers win and the blondes go, the guys are sure to act very sorry it’s happening.

Which, if you can bond with people in, like, a day and a half, I’m sure they are.

So – Megan and Heidi are gone, and now I regret the mean things I said about them, because they weren’t nearly as annoying and Little Miss Blonde Thing 1 and Thing 2 as I thought they’d be. In fact, they endeared themselves to legions of men by being the kind of sexy that allows for a little dirt around the edges, no makeup, loose hair, and not 6 coats of lacquer and a heavy-duty laminating machine.

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Not to mention wearing green sweats that ride really, really low and say “PINK” right across the ass, where your tailbone tat shows to best advantage. The Insider video has some hot dish that Phil spills about the two teams hooking up and sharing a hotel room, but Brian insists that nothing “shady” happened.

Okay, Brian, you’ve been home for months. Luck’s got to have changed. 😉

They certainly seemed to hit it off on the long, 10 hour bus ride with the Brothers Zoolander (TM somebody on TWOP in the “Brian and Greg” folder, because of the horrifying spectacle of Brian’s sunglasses). There were actual man-tears when the brothers beat the blondes to the mat in yet another exciting footrace to the Amazing Bathmat (that’s 2 weeks in a row).

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In fact, I’m a little worried that the brothers will throw the race in favor of going off to Sequesterville to hang out with the Malibu Barbies for a few weeks. However, I hope they’ll finally learn the difference between having fun while racing, and racing well while still having fun.

They’ve been having a little too much fun thus far, but then they always seem to get into a pretty amusing “Dork Panic Mode” at the end and pull it out. Next week I’d like to see them finish a little higher in the pack, please.

And as for the Rob/Amber thing – half the people in the office thought Rob’s shenanigans with bribing security guards and bus drivers were cheating. Half thought it was smart play. There’s no denying that he totally rocked that last task, using his skills as a builder to stack 180 books neatly and solidly onto a handtruck. Just like stacking bricks, baby. He had those volumes cantilevered like you wouldn’t believe. Amber’s role seems to be to keep him calm; she reads the rules and checks that they’ve completed something correctly. She was pretty cute doing the “shoeshine” Roadblock task.

This episode was a particularly confusing one because the lead changed hands a couple of times, the tasks in the Roadblock and Detour segments allowed for the work-smart teams to bypass the work-hard teams. It really pays to suss out the best, most efficient way to perform these tasks. After all, if you were a citizen of that country and did that every day to put food on the table, you’d figure out pretty fast how to carry baskets of salt on your head or loads of bricks in a yoke or how to encourage an unbroken ox to plow.

Thank goodness, those smart folks over at Tarflies.com have the excellent Sports Page for this episode up to explain all the twists and turns, and the departure, arrival and task stats laid out all nice and pretty.

Please DON’T Let It Snow!

The weather report this morning was quite firm about it: it would start snowing at around 9am, and it would carry on snowing all day, and winter would continue indefinitely.

Here’s proof: a suitably mysterious yet evocative photo that shows snow, cold outdoor glass sheathing, and ghostly reflections (because it was taken from INSIDE one of the covered walkways, it’s too cold to prance around in the snow taking artsy pix).

And yes, the one cow-orker who insists against all reason, aesthetics or fashion sense on wearing shorts whenever “it’s 50 degrees!” is in her white shorts and Keds today, and I have no idea why, as it’s been cold all day.

We all give her a ration when she shows up in shorts in mid-winter, and usually she stubbornly repeats her thermal mantra (she did this earlier this week when it HAD BEEN fifty degrees in the morning, but then it started raining and the temperature dropped. Technically, it was 50 degrees at some point that day.

But not today.”

Art Rock or Rock Art?

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I was reading a blog maintained by the husband of a friend and thought he was noting an upcoming “British Art-Rock Group Conference”.

So naturally, I thought “well, people will study anything – why not a conference about Jethro Tull, Yes, Caravan and Renaissance?”

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Turns out it’s a “British ROCK-ART conference.” Man! Is there even such a thing as whole-word dyslexia? Because sometimes, I just wonder about that thing in my head that passes for a brain.

So by way of apology there’s a link to David’s rock-art photos from Mesa Verde under the photo. I make no apologies for the Renaissance image; I knew someone once a very, very long time ago who thought they were the greatest group ever. And I did like their music, but I wasn’t willing to listen to it constantly.

Long, Probably Depressing Day Tomorrow

I haven’t mentioned it here previously, but things aren’t so good just now at my beloved Holy Moly.

We’re just… so small, and we’ve been in a budget crunch since forever. There’s other stuff – just “stuff,” okay? that we either have to solve or work on. On the other hand, new people trickle in the doors most weeks (some really great new people!), but the “old hands” are exhausted and tempers sometimes fray.

It seems like we have committee meetings every other week now. We’re all working on ideas for short-term and long term goals, and tomorrow a meeting after church is likely to be long, mentally exhausting, and frustrating. On the other hand, we had another such meeting earlier this week that made me feel cautiously optomistic that we’re capable of not only keeping the doors open, but opening them wider than we currently seem to be doing.

Our eyes are being opened along with those metaphorical doors, but we still have a lot of work to do.

I was up all night last night.. yes, until about 530am, working on implementing Bookqueue for the Holy Moly blog with an Amazon affiliate account added in. It shouldn’t have been that much of a struggle, but it was, and there’s still a bit (just a bit now) to do.

And then this morning I got a call (I was still so groggy) asking me to put together a flyer listing the various Holy Week services, as we’ve decided that traditional print advertising is just a tremendous waste of money, when the bulk of our “Christmas service visitors” were there because of inexpensive fliers we printed off and distributed, rather than the small print ad we ran in one paper.

So then today I was also re-vamping the Holy Moly website with the schedules (more there to do, need to copy the schedules over to the sister parish’s page) and also sending emails to the two local papers who reliably publish free “religion and church news” items on a weekly basis. I’ve learned, once again, that telling the Daily Harold to print an announcement of an ongoing, weekly event until a specific date won’t happen – they’ll print it once, and then you have to re-send it to them for the next date, or send multiple emails, one for each date.

So, yes, the Harold is going to receive a bunch of notices, and so will the Sun-Times. The Trib, not so much, I’ve never succeeded in getting much joy out of sending them stuff. I have an address, though, so I’ll send it tomorrow anyway.

And then I have to hit all the little local suburban links for Pioneer Press – annoyingly, they only accept submissions on webforms… one for each of the 6 or 7 little suburbs that might send visitors our way for Holy Week or Easter Vigil.

And yeah, I’m not ready with my one project, but I don’t think it’ll be a problem, since I already have all the text boilerplate ready to cut and paste below one of two images.

We’ll see how it goes. The life of a church lady is never easy.

But if you’re shopping for Episco-books, consider going to the church blog and shopping there. In a couple of minutes, a general Amazon search box will be there, too. As Fr. Ted says, “it could mean a few shekels.”

Yikes: Right Frightening

I’ve been getting a number of hits all year on an entry from our Britain trip that tells about visiting Westminster Abbey in London and about the tombs and monuments of various royals, literary figures, and scientists that are found there. In short, I was getting a hell of a lot of hits on the phrase “Isaac Newton Tomb” – famous scientist and historical honorary member of the Luxuriant Flowing Hair Club for Scientists. An online chum who claims to be a dead mathematician and philosopher would also qualify if someone would only nominate him. Don’t be fooled by the current hairstyle on the Mindsay link, and don’t ask me to explain why it’s funny, because the answer involves whale-killing, pirates, and a lot of other wacky online ephemera.

Anyway, back to the frightening stuff if you dare.
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Trek Fans Pledge $3 Mil

Okay, they’re serious. This is unprecedented in the long history of fan “save our show” campaigns:

Fans of UPN’s soon-to-be-canceled Star Trek: Enterprise formally announced that three anonymous contributors have pledged $3 million to a fund to finance a proposed fifth season of the show. The TrekUnited.com Web site reported that the promised contribution will come from “investors” in “the commercial space flight industry.”

It’s one thing to take out impressive ads in national magazines or pull off clever ploys for garnering the attention of network suits (such as the time fans of Roswell sent thousands of bottles of Tabasco sauce to WB execs).

It’s entirely another for fans to run what essentially amounts to a pledge drive to ensure that a show they like to watch stays on the schedule. This is more like subscription programming. And maybe it’s about time we fans of genre programs think about whether it’s worth it to us to subscribe to a program, ensure its viability through the end of a viable storyline, and have some say in the quality of the drama (or comedy) we see.

Will it be successful? They admit they have less than 10% of the amount it’ll take to mount an entire season of episodes (estimated at $36 million). And if the Trek fans raise enough money to finance all or most of a fifth season, maybe the network (currently UPN) should think about running it with fewer commercials, or with “SF” themed commercials.

Targeted marketing, right? Just like aiming photo torpedoes.

Recaplet, already??

Holy crap, the recaplet for last night’s episode is already up:

From our old friend LAX, the teams take off for Lima, Peru. There is much talk among some of the other teams of the presence of Rob and Amber, whom I will tell you right now I personally like and don’t care who knows it, and do you know why? Because every time they grin broadly, it chaps the shit out of Lex somewhere in the world.
At any rate, sand-pit digging reveals that there are a few teams who will need to pay a bit more attention to what’s going on in said world, a zip line reveals that some things never change, and llama-roping reveals that those suckers really do spit. In the end, it comes down to a footrace to the mat between a pair of blondes I don’t care for much at all, a former POW and a beauty queen I would like a lot better if they would never discuss those things about themselves ever again, and the team that the room I was in immediately christened Team Yokel, who are by far the most endearing of the three. Of course, it is Yokel that takes a dive, but the shocker is that this still leaves behind a number of teams I anticipate liking. Aside from a couple of teams I haven’t made my mind up about yet (including a team whose entire hook seems to be a string of hard luck, and a couple of “lifelong friends” who may or may not be employing a euphemism there) and one that looks like it’s warming up to be the Bickersons of TAR7, the teams are largely inoffensive. Patrick, you need to stop talking about other people and worry about your own game. Gretchen, you need to…not do that. Overall, though, the casting appears to be far superior to anything in at least the past three seasons, as there is a marked absence of boy-drags-girl dating couples. And did I mention…Boston Rob? For whom I have an unreasonable and largely inexplicable fondness, attributable probably to the accent alone? Did I mention that sometime during the season, he may say “sweet-haht”? And that I look forward in an unseemly fashion to that moment? Yeah, I thought so.

To sum up: This just may be my beautiful show making a comeback. And to sum up further: Bite it, Lex!

Woot!