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Finally, A Triumph Over Modern Technology!: A Stupid Triumph, but a Triumph Nevertheless.

All About Me, Home Life, Music, Wives

It’s no secret that I both hate and fear technology but, like most of you, I find myself forced (okay, that might be a little strong – maybe begrudgingly caving in) to use it. As I mentioned in one of my previous posts, I recently had to upgrade to one of those smartphones.

It was not an easy transition. It still isn’t. Still, I suppose there are some benefits to it. It’s kinda handy to have when we’re watching tv, and there’s an actor/actress that I know I’ve seen before, but can’t remember where, I can IMDB ’em and stop aggravating myself about it. And yes, I know a simpler, low-tech solution is to just stop being so obsessive-compulsive about trivial things. Like that’s gonna happen.

Another thing I do like about it is being able to have different ringtones for some people. I’ve got Mick Ronson’s “Solo on 10th Avenue (Live)” set as my default ringtone. I can’t help it, I think it’s a great instrumental, and it really freaks out the kids in the writing center when my phone rings.

Photo from thisdayinmusic.com
You probably know him from his work with David Bowie, Mick Ronson, and Mott the Hoople. Great stuff.

It only took me about a week to figure out how to get it from my computer onto my phone, but I did it. I was pretty proud of myself (much like when a toddler actually learns to get a spoon into his mouth with food still on it).

I like to have a different ringtone for some people, especially the lovely and talented Jess. I thought that since she’s the source of most of the joy in my life (and yes, I AM that romantic. Sorry ladies, I’m taken), Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9* would be the most appropriate (you may be familiar with it as “Ode To Joy”).

Photo from Classicfm.com.
I’m also pretty sure that Beethoven looks less grumpy here than I did trying to turn him into a ringtone.

First, I thought, there’s probably an app for that. Apparently there are about 1,000,000,000 apps for that, but after about two hours fumbling around on my phone downloading and deleting and cursing and quitting and trying again, I thought, “Screw it, I’ll just make my own. It can’t be that difficult, right?” Hahahahahahahahahahaha

The first thing (obviously) was to get the Symphony. I’ve got it on cd, but those are all in a box in the attic, and if I recall correctly, my disc got ruined, probably from a combination of beer spilled on it and being dropped on gravel too many times (it’s a long story, but I ruined a lot of cds that way back in the day).

Fortunately, I had mastered downloading music from Itunes years ago. The problem there was finding the right version (there are about 1,000 different versions on Itunes, from different orchestras, composers, etc., and did I mention I might be a little OCD?)

Finally, I settled on the 1968 London Philharmonic version (honestly, I don’t even really know why). I got it downloaded, and thought I had it in the bag.

However, since it’s about an hour-and-a-half long, I thought that might be excessive. Surely, I thought, there’s a way to get just an excerpt (of course it has to be the right excerpt).

I decided I needed an audio editor (I may have one on the computer already, but damned if I could figure it out). Fortunately, I have also mastered the Googling. I googled “free audio editor”, and got waaaaaay too many links.

After another couple hours of self-torture, I finally decided on one and successfully downloaded it. I figured out how to copy the right track into the program, and I really thought I had it whupped. I was wrong.

At roughly the same time that I realized I had no idea how to work the program, I also discovered that neither the program nor the website had any kind of instructions, FAQ’s, or anything helpful (and I picked this one because all the reviews from computer wonks said it was sooooooo easy to use. Freakin’ computer wonks).

By the way, don’t you love it when writers think that EVERY aspect of their activities are so fascinating that that they must be documented in excruciating detail? I don’t know if every writer has an inner narcissist fighting to get out, but I’m pretty sure this one does. My apologies.

Anyhoo, the remaining details are (fortunately for you) pretty fuzzy, even to me. I ended up fumbling around and ended up with about a dozen versions of the same edit, in various formats. I just couldn’t manage to move any of them onto my phone.

I finally managed to get one onto it, and my phone promptly told me it was an “unsupported” something-or-other. So, it was back to the drawing board. I continued to try and re-try every one of them, but my computer would just make a dinging noise and nothing would happen.

Eventually, I noticed that I was accessing them through something Windows File Explorer calls “quick access”. Now I don’t know what that is (and I’ll bet you don’t either!), but it turns out you can’t copy things from whatever it is, even though it shows up as an option.

I tried it again, after finding the actual folder they were in and, after roughly three days of struggle, it finally worked. So now, I’ll know which calls I actually need to answer. Also, you don’t want to know what your ringtone is – you know who you are.

*by the way, this link is to the 1989 Berlin Freedom Concert, performed on Christmas day, and conducted by the great Leonard Bernstein. It was performed to celebrate the fall of the Berlin Wall, and Bernstein changed the word “joy” in the singing part to “freedom”. It’s performed beautifully, and worth the time just to watch Bernstein. He conducted it completely from memory, without any sheet music. The look on his face is a thing of beauty. It was the last time he would ever conduct this symphony.

Rejection: Just a Fancy Word For “You Suck, and I Refuse to Have Anything to do With You”.

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Nobody likes being rejected. Well, that may not be true, there are probably people out there who enjoy it. I, however, am not one of those. I think I deal with it pretty well – God knows I’ve had enough practice – but it’s still not something I enjoy.

However, lately, I’ve gotten the feeling that I’m being rejected by an entire century, and that’s really a tough one to take.

My old flip phone, which I did not love, but with which I had at least managed to have reached a kind of detente with (there’s that word of the day calendar kicking in!), had become obsolete, i.e., the manufacturer’s planned obsolescence was kicking in.

In short, I had to get a new phone.

The thing I liked best about my old flip phone was that it was simple: I could make and receive calls and voicemails, and, if absolutely necessary, I could text. I really hate texting, not least because with the flip phone, it took me forever to send one. I don’t think I ever sent one without ending up cursing angrily at the phone, at whoever I was having to text, and at the ghost of Alexander Graham Bell for starting all this nonsense in the first place.

However, I know that time waits for no one. I had seen first-hand how one of those smart phones could be really handy, especially in event of vehicle trouble. On one of our mission trips to S. Dakota, we found ourselves in the middle of nowhere, Iowa, with a flat tire and no lug wrench that would fit it.

My buddy Kyle had a smart-phone, and just googled the nearest Walmart (turned out to be around 20 miles away, in the middle of nowhere, Nebraska). Then he used the GPS on the phone to find it, and find our way back.

We’ve had a lot of these experiences in which those phones’ capabilities have made a bad situation at least a little more manageable, so, I decided to bite the bullet, get one of those, and join the 21st century.

And that’s when all the trouble started.

The lovely and talented Jess’ phone was also dropping dead, so we decided to replace both of them. We found phones that we figured would do what we needed to do, and were satisfied.

The latest bane of my existence. The dogs look good though, don’t they?

Then, the Verizon guy mentioned this “Hum” gizmo that you could plug into your car, and it would act kind of like the Onstar system that some cars have. It would also do diagnostics and send them to my phone so I wouldn’t just be driving around like everyone else, just wondering why that “check engine” light was on.

It could call roadside assistance, and I think even automatically call for help in case of an accident. Suffice to say that it did a lot of stuff that could come in really handy on those long cross-country hauls. My truck has almost 400,000 miles on it, so I said, “what the heck,” and got it too.

The Verizon guy went on and on about how easy it was to install and set up, and said if I had any trouble, to just come back in and he’d take care of it. Famous last words.

Installing it did seem really easy, but I just couldn’t get it to work. I took it in to the Verizon store, and they couldn’t get it to work either. Turns out, it wouldn’t work on my truck’s model. Aggravating, but not a show stopper.

The phone however, was another matter. I fumbled around with it for a couple days, and thought I had it under control. Then I had to clock in at work. In order to clock in, the system calls you and you answer, hit a button (any button), and it clocks you in.

The problem was, I couldn’t figure out how to answer the damned phone. It was ringing, and I was poking the green button for all I was worth, but nothing was happening. Then the system timed out (or just gave up), and I had to try it again. Same result. I was getting really pissed now, and my sotto voce cursing was becoming a lot less sotto, which was becoming pretty distressing to my colleagues in the writing center who aren’t really used to that level of vehement profanity and obscenity.

Finally, on my third try, I gave up, held up the phone, and asked loudly, “Can someone please tell me how to answer this F%#$ing thing!”

Turns out, as my buddy Caleb quickly pointed out, you don’t poke the button, you “swipe” it. “Swiping” what the hell is that about? Everything I’d done previously was done by poking it. How in hell am I supposed to know whether to poke or swipe?

Am I the only one who feels stupid just for having to ask this question?

I know I’ve always been one to lag behind the curve when it comes to new technology: I’ve always told myself I’m waiting for “them” to work the bugs out before I commit, but I’ll get there eventually. I’m not so sure about that any more.

I kind of feel like I tried to join the 21st century, and the 21st century decided it doesn’t want anything to do with me. It’s kinda hurtful, really.

I’m beginning to think the bugs are built-in, intentionally, just to keep me in my frustrated, angry, always-a-bridesmaid place (and I don’t look good in tickle-me pink taffeta – not even metaphorically).

They keep changing things that don’t need to be changed, things that there’s no reason to change, but never fixing the things that do need to be changed.

I mean, why do they keep moving the buttons around, or changing them when they worked fine in the first place, but now I’ve got to figure out which of the new buttons I have to use to do the same damned thing I’ve been doing for years with the old button, but they won’t figure out a way to stop those damned talking ads from popping up all over the place when you’re just trying to read a news article?

Why is it that you buy a new version of something you’ve been using, it takes a week to figure out how to do the same thing you’ve been doing all along?

If these tech wonks were designing cars, I’m pretty sure that every year, they’d be saying, “Hey, where should we put the wheels this year? That whole ‘one on each corner’ thing is so 20th century. How do we make it look new and cool?”

I just want to grab them by the throats and scream, “Who cares how it looks! I just want to be able to go for a drive without having to look for the steering wheel! And why is the gas pedal in the glove box and the brake in the back seat?”

Sometimes, I think that I’m not adapting to the changing times very well. All I know is that, at this rate, by the time I’m 80 I’ll need my grand-children to come over to turn the TV on or change the channel.

I’m starting to think of rejecting the 21st century right back. That’ll show it.

And Now for Something Not Completely Different: A Few Recommendations

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Enough with dwelling on politics and all the bad stuff in the world. Also, I don’t want you guys thinking I’ve just turned into an Andy Rooney-type grouchy old dude who just hates everything. I’ve recently read, or watched, or listened to some really good stuff that has actually made me feel better.

Books:

I’ve got to admit, a lot of the books I’ve read lately have not been what you’d call “feel-good” reads – a lot of history books, particularly about the Indian wars. After reading a lot (a LOT) of that stuff (research for a new novel), I needed some lighter fair, so I read The 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window And Disappeared, by Jonas Jonasson.

It is a really funny novel that’s sort of a mix between a caper novel and Forrest Gump (if Gump were Swedish, 100 years old, and a demolitions expert). It’s just a really fun novel to read, and surprisingly reassuring.

It’s also a very nice novel: little to no cursing, no sex, virtually no violence (lots of explosions, however), honestly, I can’t think of really anything objectionable about it. It is literally suitable for everyone. Seems a little weird to be recommending something like that. Anyway, it gets my highest recommendation. If you need a good laugh and some relief from the daily horrorshow of social media and 24-hour news, this is the book for you.

Next up, The Android’s Dream, by John Scalzi. I’m no huge fan of science fiction, but Scalzi is a really funny writer. I loved his novel RedShirts, which not only made me laugh, but made me think.

The Android’s Dream is about a guy who has to save humanity from interstellar war by saving a woman who – as a result of genetic experimentation and mad-sciencetry- has no idea that her DNA contains a specific kind of sheep DNA.

It’s pretty weird, and very funny, with lots of bad guys, some violence and bad language (nothing really gratuitous or extreme), a little romance, some interstellar political intrigue, and at least one extremely unusual and funny way of assassination. Highly recommended, especially for sci-fi fans.

Movies

We Have Always Lived In the Castle. Based on a novel by Shirley Jackson (The Haunting of Hill House, “The Lottery”). A really creepy story about two wealthy sisters living in the house where their parents were poisoned. Although the older sister was tried and acquitted of the murders, the girls are hated in the village. Things go from bad to worse when a cousin comes to visit.

Little to no sex, nudity, bad language. Some mob violence (old-fashioned pitchforks and torches type, not Godfather). Not particularly scary, but very unsettling, in a good way. Available on Netflix.

The 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared. Okay, yes, it’s just the film version of the book, but for those who don’t have time to read, it’s a really faithful version, and maintains the spirit of the book. In Swedish with English subtitles.

Ready or Not. A poor girl marries into a wealthy board game family. Whenever someone marries into the family, they must draw a card from a magic box and play the game indicated. There’s only one bad card, and this poor girl draws it. A really funny horror-comedy, and lots of fun to watch. One of the few movies I’ve seen in the theater that I didn’t regret going to see.

Lots of gratuitous almost everything: violence, bad language, bad behaviour, violence, bloodshed, violence, and a huge splatter factor. Oddly enough, no nudity, but plenty of everything else.

Should be coming out on video and streaming soon.

TV

Marianne. French tv show about a horror novel writer who is being tormented by a 16th century witch who wants her to keep writing. Not a great show – it’s French, dubbed into English, so the dialogue doesn’t always carry the emotional impact the scenes deserve – but it is very creepy, with some decent surprises.

Quite a bit of nudity, bad language, bloodshed, and violence. Available on Netflix.

Good Omens. Based on the novel by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, it’s all about the endtimes. Really funny stuff, with a great cast, and a lot of heart. It shares quite a few plot points with The Omen and Rosemary’s Baby, but it’s much funnier than either of those.

I don’t really remember much in the way of violence, profanity, or nudity/sex, but then again, I’m probably pretty jaded. The whole thing is probably pretty objectionable for the more fundamentalists out there, but I think it asks a lot of questions that we ought to be asking.

Norsemen. Sort of a cross between Vikings and The Office. Really funny. Can’t really remember anything too objectionable, but then again, I’m pretty jaded.

Music

YYNOT. Kind of a strange band, at least for an old-timer like me. They started out as a kind of internet-based Rush cover band, but have coalesced into an actual band. They do awesome covers of Rush songs, and have now released two albums of original (heavily Rush-influenced) material. Both albums are really good. If you’re a fan of Rush, chances are you’ll like YYNOT. If you’re not a fan of Rush, you should give them a try anyway.

Bob Mould. If you like hard-edged, punk-tinged, pounding-but-melodic music, then check out Bob Mould. Whether as a solo act or part of the bands Husker Du and Sugar, he won’t let you down. Husker Du has been cited as very influential on the alt-rock scene of the 90’s. I highly recommend the Husker Du album Warehouse: Songs and Stories, the Sugar album Copper Blue, and his solo albums Patch the Sky and Silver Age.

The Wood Brothers. A great jazz/blues/folk band, similar to the Avett Brothers, but honestly, their songs are (to me anyway) much more memorable. Some really great stuff. I recommend the albums The Muse and Ways Not To Lose. If you like those, then go crazy.

Finally, the strangest of the bunch, Cynthia Hopkins. I think she’s really more of a performance artist than just a musician, but she makes some really great, weird, challenging music. I don’t really think she’s an acquired taste, I think she’s one of those that you either like or don’t like, at the first listen. At any rate, I really like her, and recommend the album The Truth: A Tragedy.

Anyway, I guess that oughta be enough for now. Remember, no matter how much bad crap gets flung at us, there’s a lot of good stuff out there too. Enjoy!

Not Really A Political Post: Still, You’ve Been Warned!

All About Me, Culture, Politics, Politics & Culture

Until today, I’ve been largely undecided on who to support in the 2020 election. I’ve favoured Warren, but I also like Sanders, Biden, and several other Democrats. I haven’t heard anything from any Republican candidate that makes me feel like they won’t either all be behind bars or camping out in a non-extradition-treaty country.

Today however, I saw news that has definitely swung me further in Warren’s favor: Jeff Zuckerberg has insinuated that, if Warren wins and attempts to “break up” the bit tech companies like the Facebook, he’ll have to sue the government.

Why has this swung me further in favor of Warren? I’m glad you asked (for Pete’s sake, just go with it). Is it because Warren wants to bust up the big corporations? Nope. I already knew that (and think it’s a pretty damned good idea).

Is it because I dislike the Zuck? Nope. Although, I’m pretty sure that, if I ever met him, I wouldn’t like him.

No, I’m moving farther into Warren’s camp simply because it will finally give me a strong enough reason to boycott the Facebook. Right now, I find myself spending way, way, way too much time on there (oh yeah, like I’m the only one). Honestly, it’s really kind of embarrassing. I am – theoretically anyway – a full-grown, adult, man. I should have better things to do.

I do, of course, have better things to do: writing, laundry, dishes, playing with the dogs, cleaning up after the dogs, feeding the dogs, letting the dogs in, letting the dogs out, wondering where the dogs are, etc., and my world would probably be better if I spent my time doing those things. I’d probably be happier too. But I just don’t wanna!!!!!

Also, DAMN!!!!, the Facebook is addictive. It sucks you in with the Ozzy-man videos, the cute critter videos, the idiots-falling-off-things-they-should-have-known-better-than-to-get-on-in-the-first-place videos, the family updates, etc. (you know, all the reasons you signed up in the first place), and then you find yourself trapped (or at least I find myself trapped. From here on out, I’ll just talk about myself. Feel free to feel the same or differently than me).

Trapped by the endless barrage of political bullshit, some of which I’ll agree with, and therefore specifically avoid attempting any kind of fact-checking, and some of which I’ll disagree vehemently with, leading me to:

a) fact-check the shit of out of it so I can post a snide “hahaha, this proves your post is bullshit!” response (I have to admit, that’s a personal favor of mine, although I do try to restrain myself), or

b) post a calm, erudite, well-thought-out response (a seldom-used technique) that will trigger a storm of angry, name-calling, poorly-thought-out responses, or

c) Skip the calm, erudite, blah, blah, blah, and just jump right into the on-line shitstorm with my own favorite brand of venom (I make a real effort to steer clear of this option but, in my feed anyway, this is clearly the most popular choice among other users of the Facebook).

I’m also trapped by an incredible amount of passive-aggressive behaviour: passive-aggressive Christianity (I’m not ashamed of Jesus, and not afraid to post it! Who else isn’t afraid?), passive-aggressive patriotism (I’m not ashamed of the USA-the Constitution-flag-military-president-whatever, and not afraid to post it! Who’s with me!). Passive-aggressive support (there are both secular and Christian varieties of this: a typical secular post reminds you that YOU are the storm, the Christian variety reminds you that God’s using this storm to protect you, make you grow, teach you to trust him, etc.) All essentially meaningless pablum or self-justification.

I’m trapped by a seemingly endless parade of people who seem to believe that growing up without computers and cell phones, and getting our asses beat confers some sort of moral superiority on us crusty old farts, without acknowledging that WE were the ones who gave all that crap to our kids, often because we wanted them to have all the things WE never had.

But mostly, I’m trapped by my own sort of spiritual or mental ennui. I’ve got things I want to say, but don’t know how to say them without getting pissed off, or without pissing off the very people I’m trying to reach. So, I find myself just endlessly scrolling, scrolling, scrolling my life away. At least that’s how it feels sometimes. What’s even sadder is that I’m pretty sure that the spiritual/mental ennui is actually generated by looking at the Facebook. It’s a vicious circle, and just like any other addiction, damned hard to break.

Now I realize that at this point, you’re all probably saying, “well then, just quit the Facebook, dumbass” (seriously, you guys need to start watching your language), and you’re absolutely right. The problem is that I’m just not good at doing anything good for me. The only thing that seems to work for me is anger.

And THAT’S why I want a good reason to boycott the Facebook (and don’t get me wrong, I’m not asking anyone else to join me – I don’t need to. The last thing I boycotted was Papa John’s pizza because, in my opinion, Papa John was a rich dickhead who cared way more about making money than about taking care of his employees. I boycotted Papa John’s on my own, and lo and behold, four or five years later, Papa John was ousted. That’s right – that’s the kinda power I’m wielding*). The Zuck suing the government to protect his right to exclusively violate my rights will really piss me off.

Maybe then I’ll develop enough character to get out of the social web. On the upside, bitching about it here has kept me from indulging it there. Of course, I’ll have to get on there to let you know I’ve written this. It’s a vicious circle.

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*Yeah, yeah, I know. Just let me live in my ridiculous little fantasy, will ya?

Leaning Into It: On Writing and Taking Criticism

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Bloodied but unbowed

Okay, let me first say that I have virtually no idea what I’m talking about (of course, you probably already knew that).

That said, it has recently occurred to me that in order to be an artist, whether a writer, painter, musician, dancer, sculptor, or whatever, you’ve got to have some seriously thick Rhino skin.

A little while back, discouraged by the lack of sales of my novel Thumperica! A Novel of the Ghost of America Future, as well as my inability to get anyone to read it even if I gave it to them, I realized that basically, nobody wants to read my shit. I even thought about writing a post with that theme (more on that later).

The cover of the ebook edition, designed by yours truly.

I was really having a hard time getting any feedback on it, and many of those who had read it didn’t really seem to know what to say about it. When asked about it, they’d say things like “Wellllll, it was certainly interesting” or “Ya know, I’m still processing it” and they had the sort of look you get when a new parent is showing off their brand-new baby that looks like a cross between E.T. and an orangutan. You know what I mean – when you grit your teeth and say “Oh isn’t it – I mean she- precious!?” or, the non-committal, “You must be so proud.”

You know what I’m talking about. We all have babies like that in our families. Some of us were those babies. And we turned out alright – well I’m sure most of the others did.

Even those who seemed to genuinely like the book seemed at a loss as to why exactly. It was a little disconcerting. I also realized that my book would not be to everyone’s taste, and especially to most of the people who read this blog – after all, who am I kidding – most of you only found this blog because you were googling “Rich Mullins”, and those of you who stuck around probably only do so out of pure morbid curiosity. It’s okay, I’m not proud – I’ll take what I can get.

Finally, I decided to bite the bullet and send my baby off to a professional reviewer, Kirkus Reviews, to get an unbiased opinion on it. After all, your friends are probably too polite to mention that your bouncing baby boy looks like a scrofulous blobfish, but a doctor’s gonna say “Holy smokes, that thing ain’t right! We need to do something about that”

Conversely, your friends might simply be too jealous to give your pride and joy the effusive praise it deserves. Anything’s possible right?

Well, as it turns out, according to Kirkus Reviews, one of the biggest names in the book-reviewing game, my baby is . . .

. . . A scrofulous blobfish!

And this is an unscrofulous blobfish! Photo from Smithsonianmag.com

Not only that, but a pedestrian scrofulous blobfish! Note that in this case, “pedestrian” is defined as “lacking inspiration or excitement; dull”, and synonymous with “dull, plodding, boring, tedious, monotonous, uneventful, unremarkable, tiresome, wearisome, uninspired, uncreative, unimaginative, unexciting, un-interesting, lifeless, dry; unvarying, unvaried, repetitive, repetitious,  routine, commonplace, average, workaday; ordinary, everyday, unoriginal, derivative, mediocre, run-of-the-mill, flat, prosaic, matter-of-fact, turgid, stodgy, mundane, humdrum . . .” (Lexico.com)

Ironically (not to mention adding insult to injury), when I looked “pedestrian” up, an add for Kirkus Reviews popped up on the Lexico.com page.

Honestly, I thought it started out promising: ” A futuristic farce explores the dystopian nightmare that results from one man’s ascendancy to the Oval Office,” but that first line turned out to just be a little decorative paint on the edge of the cliff.

I suppose it could be considered a compliment to have both Kurt Vonnegut and Jonathan Swift mentioned in the review, even if only to point out how far short I fell of my ambitions. At least that’s what I tell myself.

To be honest, I was a little hurt. But that’s where the rhino skin comes in. After reading (and compulsively re-reading – I’m pretty sure I gave the review much more attention than the reviewer gave my book), I realized that it doesn’t really matter what this clown thinks of my book. In fact, I’m pretty sure that he/she didn’t even read the whole thing (every every instance cited in the review occurs in the first 124 pages of a 295-page book).

In all fairness, the Kirkus folks were very upfront about not guaranteeing a good review (if they did, their reviews would be worthless), but I have to say I still feel a little bit cheated: if I’m going to pay way too much money to have my work insulted, I at least expect it to be insulted in its entirety. Not only that, but, in order to use excerpts from the review, I have to give them permission to publish it (not sure if that counts as adding insult to injury, or injury to insult).

But enough about that. If you want to read the review in its entirety, here’s a link: Thumperica! Kirkus Review. Enjoy!

But that’s what I mean about rhino skin. To do this sort of thing, you’ve gotta be tough. You’ve gotta be able to take the hits. Of course, you could be reasonable, and just not read reviews, much less pay for them, but let’s face it, “reasonable” is not really in my toolbox.

I do take comfort in the knowledge that many classic, influential novels have gotten lousy reviews, including Moby Dick, The Handmaid’s Tale, Catch-22, The Great Gatsby, For Whom the Bell Tolls, etc. (and don’t get me wrong, Thumperica! is NOT in their league, but “pedestrian”? Man that hurts).Many of the world’s greatest artists labored in obscurity, only becoming rich and famous after they were dead (at which point it didn’t do them much good).

No, I think the most important thing is that an artist of whatever variety needs to have something to say, confidence that it’s worth saying, and the courage to say it, and damn the torpedoes.

But it’s not easy. Like I said earlier, in a fit of depression (self-pity), I was tempted to write a post entitled, “Nobody Wants to Read My Shit”.

Then a friend pointed out to me that somebody (actually, best-selling novelist Steven Pressfield) has already written that book: Nobody Wants to Read Your Sh*t: Why That Is, and What You Can Do About It.

I have to admit that, when I looked it up, I was a little hurt. Not only had he stolen my idea preemptively, but how did he know nobody wanted to read my shit? I mean, I was flattered that he’d heard of me, but did he have to be so hurtful? After all, I’m pretty sure he’s never read my book.

Anyway, after reading the subtitle, I thought, well, maybe he’s just trying to help. So I bought it. I’ll let you know if it does.

I’m a Bigot, He’s a Bigot, She’s a Bigot, We’re a Bigot: You are Probably a Bigot too!

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Okay, first and most importantly, if you’re old like me, you’ve probably already read the title to the tune of the old Dr. Pepper jingle. If you’re not that old, here’s a link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvCTaccEkMI (and yes, that is David Naughton, of American Werewolf in London fame). Also, now you’re probably gonna have that stupid song stuck in your head. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! You’re welcome.

Secondly and probably much less important is this: A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a post on the advantages of acceptance over tolerance, and one of the comments I got was from a very nice woman who is very tired of all the bashing people by accusing them of being racists, bigots, etc.

She was making a very good point that it is entirely possible to dislike someone based entirely on their personality, and that doesn’t necessarily make them a bigot. It is a point on which she and I agree.

However. I also don’t want anyone thinking that I believe we should accept bigotry, in any of its forms: racism, sexism, homophobia, etc. I want to be clear that I believe that that stuff is not okay.

The problem is that we’re all bigots, in one way or another.

In all fairness, if you’re like me, you live in an area where it’s easy to believe you’re not bigoted. I mean, in my personal circle, everyone is pretty much just like me. We’re all white, middle- to lower-middle class, moderately educated, Christian (at least nominally), rural, straight, patriotic, and reasonably conservative (even me, although I’m more of an Eisenhower era conservative).

It’s easy to fool myself into thinking that, yeah, I’m one of the good guys. I don’t hate/dislike/distrust black folks, Asians, Muslims, Hindus, Catholics, LGBTQ folks, women, immigrants, asylum seekers (by the way, those two are not the same thing) hard-core rednecks, dazzling urbanites, rap music artists, owners of small dogs, or even Baptists.

The thing is, I can’t really say that if I don’t have to live it fairly regularly. Just because I like Aretha Franklin, have gone to a Black barber, and drive through the north side of Richmond with my windows down and my doors unlocked doesn’t actually make me not a racist. It just means I’m not unreasonably afraid of them.

Lemme tell you a little story: A few years ago, in one of my college literature classes, the discussion turned to why do we have to read all this weird stuff like international literature, stuff we would never normally read.

In my standard, bull-in-a-china-shop way, I mentioned that I have never liked reading books by women. I had forgotten that I was sitting in a class full of very feminist women, four of whom sat right behind me, and all of whom were in much better physical condition than me. If it hadn’t been for the diplomatic skill of the Professor (shoutout to Dr. Steven Petersheim!), I’d never gotten out of that room alive.

Eventually they calmed down enough that I could get to the point that I was trying to make (getting to the point is sometimes a problem for me, in case you hadn’t noticed), which was that, with the accidental exception of Andre Norton (who I didn’t realize was a woman until recently) when I was a kid, I’d always avoided reading books by women BUT, thanks to being forced to read novels by Doris Lessing, Jean Rhys, Willa Cather, Zora Neale Hurston, Elizabeth Gaskell, Buchi Emecheta, Ama Ata Aidoo, and others, I’ve learned to really appreciate female writers. That appreciation has led me to voluntarily read books by Margaret Atwood, Shirley Jackson, and others.

I would never have discovered what I was missing had I not been “forced” to read those books. The same goes for international writers: I’ve always been a very American/Eurocentric reader. If it wasn’t written by an American or a European writer, I wasn’t going to ever read it.

But college also opened up the world of international literature for me, and I’ve really enjoyed reading works by Salman Rushdie, Chinua Achebe, Aravind Adiga, and others.

Even so, before you start patting me on the back about what an unbigoted reader I am, I have to confess that I’m much more likely to give a neew male, American/European author a chance than I am to try a new male/female international author, or even a female American/European one.

Now I know that I have a lot of bigotries and biases about things other than literature, it’s just that, being a word guy, that was a bigotry that became pretty obvious to me, and even that came as a surprise. It’s the ones you don’t notice because they’re never really put to the test that are hard to find.

Getting rid of bigotries requires a constant effort, and (I think) that those bigotries we’re least aware of prevent us from enjoying and understanding much of the world around us.

I think that the trick of getting rid of bigotry is not to point it out in others (after all, the most bigoted are pretty obvious about it, even proud of it, and therefore easy to avoid), but to look for it in ourselves and work diligently and perpetually to root it out of ourselves.

One of the things that I try to do is whenever I see something that I don’t understand, or that bothers me, I ask myself why it bothers me, and whether it is really something worth being bothered about. That goes for the excessively tattooed, the really low-hanging jeans crowd, the abundantly pierced, the ear-gauged, the all-of-the-above group, along with the carrying a gun everywhere including church crowd, the clearly-not-thinking-about-what-their-latest-Facebook-post-says-about-them corps, etc.

Usually, it turns out that I just need to get over myself. I think we could all stand to do a lot more of that. Maybe the verse should go “Judge yourself before you judge others,” although I’m pretty sure that there are several other verses that cover that territory (something about a log in your eye rings a bell).

Anyway, I guess I’ve beaten that dead horse enough. Also, good luck getting that stupid Dr. Pepper song out of your head. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! Some things never stop being funny.

Multiculturalism: It’s Good for the Soul

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Okay, I’ve got to admit that I’m no expert on “multiculturalism”. In fact, I looked it up just a few minutes ago to make sure I was writing about it. I’m still not completely sure but, since not knowing what I’m talking about is one of my trademarks, I’m going to press on ahead.

I would also like to point out that I am talking about myself in this post. Whether I’m talking about you is something you’ll have to decide for yourself.

It seems to me that one of the major things that is dividing us is a lack of empathy. We all think that we are the norm. That everybody should think the way we do, act the way we do, believe the way we do, etc. I know that’s unfortunately the case with me anyway (your mileage may vary). I can’t help it – I was raised to think this way, act this way, believe this way, and my parents, grandparents, Sunday School teachers, etc. couldn’t be wrong, right?

(Disclaimer: the thoughts, actions, and beliefs of the author are his own responsibility. His parents, grandparents, Sunday School teachers, etc. bear no responsibility for any stupid thing he may mistakenly attribute to them. They all acted in loving good faith, with malice toward none, and the author can really just be a bit of a jackass sometimes.)

At any rate, we could all do with a bit more empathy. I’ve found that many of the things I was brought up to think, feel, and believe (see disclaimer above) are just flat-out wrong. I’ve learned that to see the world for what it is, and why it is the way it is, I’ve got to be able to see the world through the eyes of people, groups, and cultures other than my own.

I’ve found that it helps to get out of my comfort zone – to read and watch things that are from outside my own experience – like watching foreign movies and reading novels by authors outside my own culture, like Africans, Indians (Asian and American), females, etc. To meet and make friends with people outside my own group – people from other cultures, other beliefs, other alignments (LGBT folks, women, Baptists, etc.)

My search for empathy has taught me some very weird, and some deeply unsettling things over the years. For example, did you know that in Scandinavian movies, anything that is not soul-crushingly depressing is considered slapstick comedy, and in India, even war movies based on historical fact can still stand to be jazzed up with a few musical interludes and dance numbers (At this point, I’d like to admit that my understanding of foreign cultures is very much a work in progress, and probably quite shallow at the time of this writing).

Something else I’ve learned through studying history and getting to know folks from other groups: Not all the good guys are white men, and not all the bad guys have darker complexions and weird, scary accents. In fact, in real life, the exact opposite has been true, as often as not. If you don’t believe me, study a little history.

The most important thing I’ve learned though, is that no matter how different those “others” may seem, we’ve all got way more in common than we have differences. No matter where we’re from or who we are, pretty much universally, people want to live in peace, we all want to raise our children in safety, we all want to make a decent living, and be able to live with some dignity and self-respect, without fear. That goes for me, for Africans, Asians, Russians, LGBT folks, men, women, Christians, Hindus, Muslims, Buddhists, Atheists, liberals, conservatives, whites, blacks, even Baptists* and the French, and, in all likelihood, you too.

We’ve just got to learn to give each other the benefit of the doubt, at least try to see things from the others’ point of view, and stop listening to those who, in their search for power, try so hard to divide us.

Now I know that at this point you’re saying, “Hey Moon, how can I get me some of that empathy?” Well, it’s really not all that hard – just try seeing the world through the eyes of others. It doesn’t have to be anything important, in fact, entertainment is a good way to start. Just seeing how other cultures see, and portray common things, including themselves is a good start. Here are some links you might (or might not) enjoy.

Movies:

A really cool and entertaining historical war movie. Based on a true story. Lots of action, and just as historically inaccurate as Braveheart, Ragamuffin, or any other American film “based on a true story”. One warning: the subtitles are really hard to read – they’re yellow, and so is pretty much everything else in the movie. I recommend briefly reading up on the Battle of Saragarhi (it really is an amazing story of courage), and then just sit back and enjoy the show! It’s available on Netflix

https://www.hbo.com/video/the-no-1-ladies-detective-agency/seasons/season-01/videos/s1-trailer The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency is a great show about a female detective in Botswana. I’m not sure if it really counts as multicultural, since the novels it’s based on are written by a Scottish white guy, but I’m pretty sure he spends a lot of time in Africa. Anyway, it’s a really good show, very simple, very sweet, very charming. Great characters, lots of humor, virtually no bloodshed, violence, sex, bad language (at least not in the first novel or episode). Listen, if it has none of those things and I’m still highly recommending it, you know it’s gotta be good. Available on HBO. I also highly recommend the book

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JbfkuN_MpvQ In Order of Disappearance is a Norwegian revenge thriller/comedy. There is an American remake with Liam Neeson, Cold Pursuit, but the original is better (lets face it, Liam Neeson going on a revenge rampage is nothing we haven’t seen 1000 times already). You probably know Stellan Skarsgard from the movie Mamma Mia! Revenge is definitely funnier with him. Available on Netflix.

Train to Busan. From Korea, and the best zombie movie since 28 Days Later. Really intense, but with real heart too. If you like horror, this is it done right. Available on Netflix.

Books:

Excellent book. Bent was half white, half Cheyenne, and lived most of his life with the Cheyenne. He survived the Sand Creek Massacre, and his perspective on the history of Colorado is pretty interesting. Also, a pretty easy read, very non-academic.

Written by a white guy, but a very good, brief, even-handed account of the Wounded Knee Massacre, and the events that led up to it.
A great black comedy about a man who grew up poor in India, but was determined not to stay that way.
Amazing and eye-opening.

Well, I guess that’s probably enough to start with. Enjoy!

*I really don’t have anything against Baptists. I just think it’s funny. I’m sure many Baptists are fine people. No, really, some of my best friends are Baptists.

On Tolerance and Acceptance

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Some days fate just intervenes. Take today for example: I sat down earlier and started writing a post. It was a beautiful thing – witty, wise, erudite, everything you could want in a post. I was Moonsplaining something very important, when my computer took a giant dump and I lost everything.

After dealing with the initial rage that occurs every time a piece of technology betrays me (admit it, it affects you the same way too), I decided to take a break. I had a smoke, had lunch, did the dishes, brushed my teeth, took a long-overdue shower and, as I was drying off and trying to remember what it was I was writing about so that I could try to recreate it, I realized that it was really pointless, especially since I couldn’t actually remember what the very important thing was that you needed me to explain, and in fact it was probably a good thing the computer crashed.

There are enough bloviating assholes out there telling you how you should think, and why you should think that way. You don’t need me piling on. Especially in light of the fact that I probably have no idea what I’m talking about (just like most of you, in all likelihood).

I think part of the problem is all the emphasis on “tolerance” today. We’re told we have to be tolerant. To treat those who think, or believe, or act differently, or just are different from us with tolerance.

I think that’s well-intentioned, but wrong. “Tolerance” implies that there is something wrong with whatever or whoever you’re tolerating – at best they’re guilty of something they just can’t help, so you should be nice to them. The problem is that deep down, tolerance means that we think everything would be okay if everybody thought, acted, and believed like we think they should, so we need to convert them.

Thing is, I don’t know anyone who wants to be “tolerated”. I certainly don’t want to be, not by anyone. I personally prefer to be accepted (or rejected) for who and what I am (whoever and whatever that may be – the jury’s still out on that).

I don’t want to tolerate anyone. I want to accept them. I shouldn’t feel that you should change to suit me, nor should you need me to change to suit you. That’s what tolerance gets you. It breeds negativity, distrust, and ultimately hatred.

It causes know-it-alls like me to think that what we think about things needs to be heard by YOU, when the truth is that YOU don’t need to hear anything from me.

I’m not saying that we should be accepting of everything: for example, pineapple on pizza is just an abomination. However, I do have to accept that there are people out there who feel differently about it. Since there is no law, legal or moral, against it, I’ve just got to deal with it. Besides, other than their aberrant pizza preferences, most of them are probably pretty nice people. I need to accept them. I also don’t have to eat their pizza, and just because they’re wrong doesn’t mean I’m right (although I am).

The same could go for any number of things, including most of the things that are dividing us right now.

I’m also not saying that I’m going to stop telling you what I think. I’m only human after all. But I am going to try to do it in an accepting fashion, fully aware that you probably don’t agree with me. That’s okay. I might not even be right. Just keep in mind that you might not be right either, and try to be a little accepting as well.

Just a thought.

Goodbye Silence, I’ve had Enough: A Disclaimer for Everything That Follows

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Some of you may have noticed that I haven’t been writing much of anything here for quite some time. The primary reason is because I find it really hard to write when I’m angry, and I’ve been extremely angry for most of the last two years.

I’ve started to write posts numerous times, and each time, I would start out writing in my usual witty, charming style, and the more I wrote, the angrier I got (because of my predilection for writing about things I care about), and everything became nothing more than just a rant, and there is more than enough of that sort of thing floating around out there. In the end, I would just get disgusted with myself for writing stuff that would just add to the problem.

I’ve realized that part of the problem is the Facebook (and yes, I know how stupid that is). All too often, I find myself just looking for things to make me angry (amazing how well that works, isn’t it?). I’ve begun to think that I need to just jettison the Facebook because I don’t need all that negativity in my life. Of course, it’s not just the negativity that gets to me: much of the positivity gets to me too, especially when the same people who are posting memes seemingly designed to save my soul or bring me closer to God are also posting the most mind-numbing, hateful, and simply unAmerican propaganda.

Most of the time, I resist the urge to respond to that stuff, mainly because I know that the people who are posting that stuff don’t really even mean it. One of the problems with the Facebook is that it often causes me to feel, not even angry really, more just saddened, about people whom I genuinely like/love/admire. People who, in the way they actually live their lives, give the lie to the memes and sentiments they promulgate on social media.

It’s gotten so bad that I find myself waking up in the middle of the night, trying to think of ways to respond that would get my point across without seeming like an attack on them (and yes, I know that is ridiculous too. I’ve never claimed to be a rational person, and noone else has ever claimed that either. If you’re looking for the poster-child for mental and emotional stability and maturity, look elsewhere).

I hate feeling that way. Especially because I’m pretty sure that most of them are better human beings – and better Christians – than I am. At least I think they are.

I never thought I’d miss the days when the most annoying thing about the Facebook was the pictures of people’s dinners. Now, it’s kind of refreshing to see those.

I’ve always said that the only reason I’m on the Facebook is to promote my writing. Obviously, that has just become a justification for my own stupidity (plus, I really love all those puppy videos), so I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to either A) close my Facebook account or, B) start writing something so I’ll have something to promote.

Since I also use the Facebook to keep in touch with friends and family, I’m going to try option B.

I don’t know that what I’m going to be writing is going to be all that funny – although I hope to get back to that. I know that many of you (even those of you who I’m closest to) aren’t going to like a lot of the stuff that I’ll write, and that’s okay. If our friendship isn’t strong enough to survive it, it was never much of a friendship to begin with.

Keep in mind that what I’m going to be writing is largely just going to be my opinion. I’ll try to include links to any material I use as a reference. Also keep in mind that I’m not really trying to convince you of anything – if the Facebook has taught me anything, it’s taught me that that is a fruitless effort – you’ll either agree with me or disagree with me, there’s little or no chance of either of us changing our minds.

I’m going to be writing this stuff just to get it off my chest, and to maybe give you something to think about. I’m not trying to start an argument. Feel free to not read it, you won’t hurt my feelings. If you do read it, remember, I’m not trying to hurt your feelings either.

Baby, It’s Stupid Outside: The War on the War on Christmas

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Well, it’s Christmas time again, and, like the last several years, the war on the war on Christmas is in full swing. All I really have to say about that is simply this: Please, please, please, JUST SHUT UP!!!!!

This year, the big controversy seems to be that we’re not allowed to play “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”. My Facebook feed is filled to bursting with three variations on that theme:

  1. Very, very sad people complaining about how terrible it is that we can’t play that song in today’s politically correct America, and what’s this country coming to anyway?
  2. Smug, self-righteous people declaring that they’re going to continue to play it, regardless of what those ridiculous Social Justice Warriors say!
  3. Intellectual (or, even more frequently, stupid) defenses of the song, laboriously analyzing the context of the time in which it was written, what certain phrases meant back then, blah, blah, blah.

What no one is mentioning, is that nobody said you can’t play it anyway! As far as I can tell, four radio stations removed it from their holiday play list, and everyone lost their minds. That’s four stations out of the approximately 15,000 radio stations in the U.S. The horror!

Now I’ll be the first to admit that I personally like the song. I don’t know what it has to do with Christmas, but I do like the song. I’m not sure why Christians (it does seem to be Christians – or at least Facebook Christians- who are so offended by the alleged ban) are so upset about the absence of a song which, if you take the most harmless interpretation of it, is basically about two unmarried people trying to justify getting (consensually) laid.

It seems a weird thing for Christians to be upset about. 

Of course, it doesn’t stop there. I recently saw a meme insisting that if you think Santa should be gender neutral, you should delete him (the meme poster) now, because he doesn’t need that kind of stupidity in his life.

I didn’t even know that was a thing, much less something that I needed to be concerned about. Of course, it turns out that it’s not a thing, and not something that I need to be concerned about.

Apparently some logo company polled 4,000 people in the U.S. and U.K. about “rebranding” Santa Claus, and 17% liked the idea of a gender neutral Santa. The same “poll” found that 21% wanted Santa to be thinner, and 20% want Santa to have tattoos. 

That’s 680 people out of 4,000 of the kind of meatheads, knuckleheads, and boneheads that actually take polls from logo companies. In contrast, 100% of the people I know are too busy making a living and dealing with everyday life to bother taking any kind of polls at all.

Now there’s a controversy surrounding “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer”. People are freaking out because some hippie liberal Social Justice Warriors had the audacity to criticize aspects of the beloved classic Christmas show.

Nobody seems to have noticed that pretty much all of the things the show has been criticized for are exactly the things that we all noticed when we were kids: That the other reindeer, elves, and even Santa, WERE dicks to Rudolph and Hermey, and anyone else who didn’t fit their ideas of what was correct and proper, right up until they needed Rudolph, and then well hey, he was A-OK!

I find it ironic that the only people who actually seem to be offended by any of this are the same ones who, all too often, preface their own posts with something along the lines of “I know this is going to offend some of you but I’m not afraid, ’cause I’m speaking the truth” (there are a thousand variations on that theme).

I haven’t heard or seen a single person, liberal or otherwise, who is actually suggesting banning Rudolph, or “Baby, It’s Cold Outside, or advocating that Santa should be anything other than a jolly, bearded, fat man in a red suit. 

It’s enough to make me wonder who the real “snowflakes” are.

Oh, and by the way, Merry Christmas!