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Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts

Thursday, September 3, 2026

Tall Tales

Ancient Corinth, Greece

JMSmith tells us a story. It begins like this:

Saving Stories that Save

“You know, I said, that we begin by telling children stories which, though not wholly destitute of truth, are in the main fictitious . . .” - Plato, The Republic (c. 375 B.C.)*

“When I became a man, I put away childish things.” - Paul, 1 Corinthians (A.D. 53-57)

A nation is in large part a creature of its stories, be they stories of its ancestors, of its heroes, of its villains, of its gods.  To be a member of a nation is in large part to know its stories, not as a folklorist but as one of the folk who live, and move, and have their being in that lore.  It is to read or hear, but certainly to remember, these stories as a bible and not as mere artifacts or divertissements.

Plato makes clear in his Republic that a nation with a bad bible is lost.  By bad bible I mean its folklore stunts life, cramps movement, and sings the deadly Siren song of nonbeing.  I mean stories that make men begin to believe they are devils, or cyphers, or beasts.  Also, stories, as Plato emphasizes, that celebrate rascals, snigger at virtue, or describe heaven as the abode of a boastful mafia don or a gaggle of lecherous drunks.

There are many ways the bible of a nation can go bad.  It may be contaminated by addition of new and unwholesome stories that by design or carelessness spread perversion, despair and malaise.  It can also go bad because it is already stuffed with cringeworthy “childish things” that must be refurbished for a mature audience or somehow, as Paul says, “put away.”

By Plato’s time, enlightened Greeks were embarrassed by their national bible, while they at the same time clung to that bible because it was theirs.  Indeed, without Homer and the gods of Olympus, it was not clear what it meant to be Greek.  Enlightened Greeks had therefore arrived at the fateful point where they must cease to be Greeks or allegorize their old stories.  

Bonus word of the day. Farther down in his post he uses the word hermeneutic which, according to Google, means ' the theory and study of interpretation, especially regarding written texts, verbal communication, and human behavior'.

Wednesday, August 19, 2026

Notes from "A Gentleman in Moscow"

Minus six - The minus six was a form of exile imposed in the Soviet Union during the 1920s, which banned the subject from living in or visiting any of the union's six largest cities as well as border territories. Cities banned:

    • Moscow (now in Russia)
    • Petrograd (known as Leningrad from 1924, now Saint Petersburg in Russia)
    • Kiev (now Kyiv in Ukraine)
    • Kharkov (now Kharkiv in Ukraine)
    • Yekaterinburg (known as Sverdlovsk from 1924, now Yekaterinburg in Russia)
    • Tiflis (now Tbilisi in Georgia)

Drosselmeyer is a one-eyed hotel cat named for the mysterious magician-like figure in Tchaikovsky's ballet The Nutcracker.

Admiral Stepan Makarov

Stepan Osipovich Makarov (1849 – 1904) was a Russian vice-admiral, commander in the Imperial Russian Navy, oceanographer, member of the Russian Academy of Sciences, and author of several books. He was a pioneer of insubmersibility theory (the concept of counter-flooding to stabilise a damaged ship), and developer of a Cyrillic-based semaphore alphabet. A proponent of icebreaker use, he supervised the first polar icebreaker construction. Makarov also designed several ships.

Makarov saw service in the Russo-Turkish War (1877–1878) as a captain, and ordered the first successful attack with a self propelled torpedo. He served again in the Russo-Japanese War as vice-admiral and was assigned to the defense of Port Arthur, where he was hailed as a competent and aggressive commander. On 13 April 1904 Makarov led his flotilla to the aid of a destroyer that had been ambushed by the Japanese. Makarov was killed in the subsequent battle when his flagship Petropavlovsk struck a naval mine and the ship's magazine detonated. Japanese divers found Makarov's body after the war and gave him a burial at sea, and as a mark of good will Japanese officers led Makarov's funeral in Port Arthur. 

In 1946, after the Soviet invasion of South Sakhalin, the village of Shiritoru on that island was forcibly depopulated of its Japanese inhabitants and renamed Makarov in his honor.


Neman River

Page 147 - "Ah, Napoleon, perhaps you would never have prevailed in your quest for mother Russia; but 10° warmer and at least you might have reached home with half your forces intact, instead of losing another 300,000 men between the gates of Moscow and the banks of the Neman river."



His Serene Highness Prince Mikhail Kutuzov Smolensky - Roman Volkov

Another hotel cat is named after 
Field Marshal Kutuzov (1745 – 1813). He served as a military officer and a diplomat under the reign of three Romanov monarchs: Empress Catherine II, and Emperors Paul I and Alexander I. Kutuzov was shot in the head twice while fighting the Turks (1774 and 1788) and survived the serious injuries seemingly against all odds. He defeated Napoleon as commander-in-chief using attrition warfare in the Patriotic War of 1812.

Monday, August 10, 2026

Trains

Hotel Metropol

I am reading A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles. I'm not quite sure what to make of it but I'm only a quarter of the way through. It is not an action packed thriller that is hurtling pell-mell through the story, it's more like a pleasant drive in the country, or stroll in the garden. Nothing of much import happens, but the author carefully relates all the trivial incidents of Count Rostov's daily life in the hotel Metropol. It is around the year 1920, the hotel is in Moscow, and he has been confined there on the orders of the Party. A gilded cage, though he has been removed from his suite to what used to be servant's quarters on the fifth (top) floor.

He has made friends with ten-year old Nina, who is likewise confined to the hotel, though on orders from her grandmother or nanny. So they go exploring all the little nooks and crannies that a large hotel has, and this one has them in abundance. They spy on a large gathering of people and then we get this exchange on page 70:

    But by a stroke of luck, he didn't get the chance. For when Nina asked what he thought of the Assembly, unable to wait even a moment for his impressions, she barreled ahead with her own.
    "Wasn't that fascinating? Wasn't it fantastic? Have you ever been on a train?"
    "The train is my preferred means of travel," said the Count, some-what startled.
    She nodded enthusiastically.
    "Mine as well. And when you have traveled by train, have you watched the landscape rolling past the windows, and listened to the conversations of your fellow passengers, and drifted off to the clacking of the wheels?"
    "I have done all of those things."
    "Exactly. But have you ever, for even one moment, considered how the coal finds its way into the locomotive's engine? Have you considered in the middle of a forest or on a rocky slope how the tracks came to be there in the first place?"
    The Count paused. Considered. Imagined. Admitted.
    "Never."
    She gave him a knowing look.
    "Isn't it astounding."
    And when seen in that light, who could disagree?

Is the Count an idiot, or is he just typical of most people who don't concern themselves with anything outside their immediate surroundings? Me thinks the count is not an idiot, but his life has been in the rarefied stratosphere where mere material things are taken as a matter of course. So I think his acquaintance with Nina, along with his confinement, should expand his horizons.

A Pattern Language

A Pattern Language

Detroit Steve has been talking about A Pattern Language since forever. Today Mark from Indiana posted a link to a post on reddit by HenryD331 that tells us why this book is so great.

An architect wrote a 1,200-page book in 1977 that quietly rewired software, urban planning, and how I think about everything I build.

Christopher Alexander was an architect at Berkeley when he and a small team published a book called A Pattern Language. It's 1,171 pages. It weighs about four pounds. It contains 253 numbered patterns for how to design places human beings want to be in. Small patterns like where to put a window seat. Medium patterns like how a room should relate to a garden. Large patterns like how a neighborhood should be organized. Regional patterns like how a city should be arranged in its landscape.

Every pattern follows the same structure. A photograph or drawing. A short paragraph naming the problem it addresses. A longer discussion of the evidence, drawn from architectural history, environmental psychology, sociology, and Alexander's own observations. Then the solution, stated clearly. Then references to other patterns that connect to it.

The book is not a manifesto. It's a manual. Every pattern has been used. Every pattern has been tested against real buildings and real places. Alexander and his team spent about a decade compiling it before publication. The tone is calm, empirical, and almost stubbornly practical.

It's also one of the most quietly radical books of the twentieth century.

Alexander's central claim is that most modern buildings and neighborhoods make people miserable, and the reason is not aesthetic. It's structural. Modern architecture emerged from a set of assumptions about geometry, efficiency, and machine production that have almost nothing to do with what human beings actually need to feel alive in a place. The patterns in the book are, in his framing, an attempt to recover what folk builders knew for thousands of years before industrial architecture forgot it.

This alone would be a good book. What makes it extraordinary is what happened after.

In the late 1980s, a group of software engineers working on object-oriented programming read A Pattern Language and had a collective realization. Alexander was describing how to build good buildings. What if the same idea worked for building good software. They started cataloging recurring problems in software architecture and the solutions that experienced programmers used to solve them. In 1994, four of them published a book called Design Patterns. It became the most influential software engineering book of the following two decades.

Modern software has design patterns because of a book about houses.

Wikipedia's design was influenced by Alexander. Agile methodology cites him. Extreme Programming was co-invented by Kent Beck, who has said A Pattern Language was one of the two most important books he ever read. The concept of a "wiki" itself, invented by Ward Cunningham, was a direct attempt to build a Pattern Language for software collaboration. The entire modern move toward user-centered design has Alexander's fingerprints on it, whether the designers know it or not.

None of this is why to read the book.

Read the book because it's the clearest demonstration I know of what real cross-disciplinary thinking looks like when it's done by someone patient. Alexander is not showing off. He's not gesturing at other fields to look impressive. He is genuinely trying to understand why places feel good or bad to be in, and the honest pursuit of that question forces him through architecture, biology, psychology, mathematics, sociology, history, and philosophy without any of it feeling forced. The evidence is where it is. He follows it.

The specific patterns will change how you see everything.

Pattern 106 is called Positive Outdoor Space. Alexander argues that outdoor spaces feel good when they're shaped like rooms, with clear boundaries, and feel bad when they're leftover slivers between buildings. Once you've read this pattern you cannot walk through a city without noticing which outdoor spaces are rooms and which are accidents.

Pattern 159 is called Light on Two Sides of Every Room. Alexander argues that rooms lit from only one direction are uncomfortable and that people avoid them without knowing why. Once you've read this pattern you can't stop noticing which rooms in your life are lit from two sides and which aren't. You notice how the ones from two sides are the ones you actually spend time in.

Pattern 61 is called Small Public Squares. He argues that public squares only work if they're small enough that you can see people's faces across them. Anything bigger becomes an empty ceremonial space that people cross rather than gather in. Every plaza you've ever hated is described here.

There are 250 more like these.

Where to find it: it's still in print from Oxford University Press. Don't get an ebook. The book is designed for physical browsing. Also get The Timeless Way of Building, which Alexander wrote as a companion volume explaining the underlying theory. And if you want to see how deep the rabbit hole goes, his later four-volume work The Nature of Order is his attempt to formalize why patterns work at all, drawing on physics, biology, and metaphysics. Most people never make it to the four-volume set. The first book is enough for a lifetime.

I own A Pattern Language in a hardcover edition my wife gave me for my birthday six years ago. It sits on the corner of my desk. The dust jacket has a coffee stain shaped like a comma. I open it about once a month, browse a random pattern, and think about whatever room I'm sitting in. Sometimes I move furniture afterward. Once I painted a wall a different color because of pattern 250, which is about warm colors.

The book has changed my house. It's also changed how I think about writing, how I think about organizations, how I think about parenting, and how I think about software I've never written a line of. That's what a real pattern language does. It gives you a vocabulary that applies wherever there's a system trying to be alive.

Alexander died in 2022. Most of his obituaries called him one of the most influential thinkers you've never heard of. That's roughly right. His name doesn't appear in curricula. His ideas are everywhere.

That's the mark of the real polymath book. Not that it made the author famous.

That it quietly reshaped fields that never learned his name.

Wednesday, July 29, 2026

Polybius

Statue of Polybius, Alois Düll, 1899 (Vienna, outside the Parliament of Austria).

David Warren's post today prompted me to comment:

When society collapses, the collapse will likely take the internet with it and all that old printed matter, printed on paper, will become valuable again. It will become so valuable you might think that all the old booksellers and hoarders are working together to ensure the collapse of civilization, as they are the only ones who will profit from it. But that would be unfair, because everyone is working very hard on the collapse. I say that because everyone is sure the collapse is coming (probably not for ten years, and maybe not even for 100), everyone can see we are headed for the cliff, but it's not a sharp drop off, at least not right away. We've gone over the peak and now we are just past level and starting on a downhill slope, but there is no danger, at least in the immediate view, and we are cruising, going 60, top down, sun shining, things couldn't be better. But the collapse is coming, but nobody knows what to do to stop it. Wait, that's not right, everybody knows what to do, but nobody can get enough people together to actually do anything about it. A detailed view of the economic situation might be the place to start.

Tuesday, July 28, 2026

Cultural Disconnect

Initial D

I'm reading Idoru by William Gibson (a great story) and on page 260 I come across this passage. Laney and Yamazaki are in a van that Arleigh is driving:

"I guess it must be capable of it," Laney said, as something under her seat began to clang, loudly and insistently. "But I don't think that means it'll necessarily happen. What the hell is that?"

"I'm exceeding the speed limit," she said. "Every vehicle in Japan is legally required to be equipped with one of these devices. You speed, it dings."

Laney turned to Yamazaki. "Is that true?"

"Of course," Yamazaki said, over the steady clanging.

"And people don't just disconnect them?"

"No,” Yamazaki said, looking puzzled. "Why would they?"

Friday, July 10, 2026

The Iliad and The Odyssey

Shawn Eni gives us a summary of the women in The Iliad and The Odyssey:

  • Helen's beauty sparks a war.
  • Athena is a strategic goddess guiding Odysseus.
  • Penelope embodies clever loyalty.
  • Circe turns men into pigs, which frankly is still the most realistic female character arc in literature.
  • Calypso traps the hero on an island for seven years.
  • Cassandra can literally see the future but nobody listens, making her the first woman in recorded history to experience a meeting.
  • The Sirens weaponize music.
  • Nausicaa saves Odysseus when he washes up naked and useless.
  • Andromache gives one of the most devastating anti-war speeches in the Iliad.
  • Hecuba is basically the emotional wreckage of empire in human form.
  • Aphrodite starts half the problems in Western civilization by being hot and petty.
  • Hera is running divine opposition research.
  • Thetis gets Zeus involved because Achilles is having a workplace dispute.

Sunday, July 5, 2026

Reading

N.Y. City III, Straight, 1981 - H.R. Giger

Tam recommended Idoru. I bought it a couple of months ago and I'm finally getting around to reading it and it's pretty great. 

There is a long section where Chia is meandering through an airport. It was so long I noticed, it was also very accurate. 

Now we're in Tokyo and when Laney looks out of his hotel room window he can see the newer nanotech buildings and they remind him of paintings of New York that were done by Giger. Giger is the guy who designed the stuff for Alien, the science fiction movie from 1979. I'm looking at these paintings and I'm thinking, yes, that is that could easily be the result of AI designing buildings. Modern high-rises are designed so that every floor is identical. Make each floor the same as possible as every other floor. Makes it really easy to draw up the plans and easy to build but if you got AI drawing the plans making alterations, it's no big deal cuz it can keep track of it all, right? So you can see that we're building this high-rise and some guy says 'I want six floors for a data center'. Okay, that's going to require some modifications. We'll run some cables on the outside and you can have your six floors. And then somebody else says 'I need three floors for Cold Storage for frozen food' and you say 'sure, we can do that', but that makes more complications and now you've got these two floors with vastly different requirements. We're going to have to reroute some plumbing and we're going to have to do this and do that but the AI is fine, we've got rules on how to deal with all that and the AI just does it and you don't have to waste a bunch of people's time fretting over details.

I finished reading Ship Breaker by Paolo Bacigalupi. I started reading it and said 'this story sounds familiar' and then I went checked and it turns out I not only read it, I posted about it five years ago. I read it anyway, I didn't remember enough of the story to spoil it and it's a pretty good story. A little too intense for me maybe. Seems every couple of pages our hero is running into life threatening catastrophe and I would have to put the book down for a while. Guess I'm funny that way. 

Anyway, I finished the book and then there's some teasers tacked on to the back for following volumes  in the series. I'm reading them and I found a couple of passages that are pretty great:

Tool of War - Tool is a man-dog hybrid, a soldier.

Chapter 2 page 1 

        Tool's ears pricked, tracking distant gunfire, the comfortable conversational chatter of the Drowned Cities. 
        It was a polyglot language, but Tool understood all of its voices. The ratchet exclamations of AK-47s and M-16s. The blunt roar of 12- and 10- gauge shotguns. The authoritative crack of 30-06 hunting rifles, and a snapping of .22s. And of course, over it all, the incoming streak of 999s, the voice that ended all other combat sentences with booming punctuations.
        It was a familiar conversation that flowed back and forth - ask an answer insult and retort - but over the last few weeks the conversation had changed. Increasingly the Drowned City spoke Tool's language only. The bullet patois of his troops, the battle pack of the battle slang of his pack.

Chapter 2 page 8

        Drowned Cities warlords had always valued the malleable qualities of youth. Savage loyalty was an affection of children; they're eagerness for clarity of purpose was easily shaped. All the soldiers of the drowned cities had been recruited young, brainwashed early, given etiologies and absolute truths that demanded no nuance or perspective. Right and wrong. Traders and patriots. Good and Evil. Invaders and Natives. Honor and Loyalty. 
        Righteousness.

Thursday, July 2, 2026

Booker Bukhman Prize

Dmitri and Daria Bukhman

Meduza reports:

The Booker Prize Foundation announced that the International Booker Prize is being renamed the Bukhman International Booker Prize, in recognition of Bukhman Philanthropies, the charitable foundation of Russian-born billionaire Dmitri Bukhman and his wife, Daria.

The family name was added to the prize’s title after the Bukhmans’ charity committed to funding the award for the next decade and doubled the winner’s purse, from £50,000 to £100,000.

The International Booker Prize is awarded for a work of fiction originally written in another language, translated into English, and published in the United Kingdom or Ireland.

Bukhman’s net worth is estimated at $13.6 billion. With his brother Igor, he co-founded the mobile-game developer Playrix. The brothers started the company in Vologda, Russia, but Playrix has long been headquartered in Ireland. After Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine began, the company shut down its Russian operations.

Friday, June 26, 2026

Library Dream

Books

My daughter and I are going to the library. We're driving down a narrow street in a small town. As we approach a corner a hot-head in a red car passes us on the right side and cuts in front us. Now he is stopped behind another car at a stop sign. No sweat off my brow, our corner is just before we get to him. We pull up at the 'library'. It appears to be an old cinder block garage with a gravel floor. There is a glass person sized door to the right and an automobile size opening to the left with no door. There are a few people sitting inside. The place looks like a second hand junk shop. I follow my daughter in through the person size door and we start looking for the books. It's a library, therefor there must be some books in here somewhere. We find a big ol' wooden wardrobe towards the back, but nope, no books in there. But next to it is a small bookcase, and there are the books! Must be several dozen at least. I'm looking through this collection and I find a magazine sized paperback book with a colorful cover that says Pergelator on the cover, which is very surprising because I have no memory of ever having written a book of any kind. The book is in kind of rough shape, it's been wet and is still sort of damp. I debate whether I should buy it or not and finally decide that I need the actual object for show-and-tell at lunch next week. A photo just won't do. The book will go in the trash afterwards, it's rubbish.

Wednesday, June 10, 2026

Nancy and Jane

Voodoo Doughnut

Nancy and Jane, childhood friends of the boss, arrived in Portland Monday after a week-long cruise down the Columbia River from Lewiston, Idaho. We picked up Jane at her hotel near the airport and headed into town. We stopped at Voodoo Doughnut, the east side location, and then went down to Powell's City of Books in downtown Portland. 

I picked out a couple of science fiction novels, Nemesis by Isaac Asimov and Shipbreaker by Paolo Bacigalupi. I haven't read anything by Asimov in like a zillion years. I read pretty much all of his stuff when I was younger. Nemesis interests me because it involves a large self-contained spaceship with a population of people that has gone to a nearby star. There's all kinds of technical problems with making that kind of voyage but technicians can figure that kind of thing out. The part that's a complete mystery to me is how are you going to get a group of people to live in a confined space for an indefinitely long time without killing each other or going crazy. Is it possible? Anyway we'll see how Isaac sorts it out. Maybe I'll learn something. 

I read another of Bacigalupi's books a while back, The Windup Girl, and it was pretty great. As I recall it involved a girl with some kind of cybernetic-biomechanical enhancements that gave her, I don't know, high-speed ability or something, but it was problematic because if she used it very much she would overheat and she was already living in the tropics so staying cool was already a problem. Seems to me there was also a big shop that employed elephants turning big turnstiles or something. I also remember there being the remains of giant animals like skeletons or exoskeletons that were part of the landscape. 

Since I found these two books and the girls weren't done browsing I headed down to the coffee shop and got myself a $4 cup of coffee in a ceramic cup. The coffee shop used to be run by Powell's but they've turned it over to some other outfit and now the coffee shop area is for coffee shop customers only. It's okay, I can afford $4 for a cup of coffee. I walked over to the corner of the room to find a seat. 

There's a bench against the wall and some small two-person tables in front of the bench and then chairs facing the opposite side of the tables. I picked out a place to sit and at first I was going to sit with my back to the window looking back at the room which is kind of my go-to orientation but then I thought, you know, I'd like to watch what's going on outside. I have a good view here and it's raining outside and inside it's nice and dry so I sat at the other side of the table and then I thought this is the kind of position somebody doing, you know, surveillance would choose. 'Oh look there's a man's in a coffee shop looking out the window. Is he looking at anything in particular? No, he's just in the coffee shop looking out the window.' But a person with a suspicious turn of mind would wonder what he's watching. Is he watching that building across the street waiting for the bad guys to show up? But if they saw me hesitate when I sat down they might think well no he's not looking for anything he's just looking out the window. On the other hand someone might think that would be deliberate ruse to make you think that he's not doing surveillance, he's just looking out the window. You could argue either way.

The girls wanted to do some shopping so we headed over to Northwest 23rd. I took a nap in the car. While I am dozing there, a little box appeared in my vision. It was just big enough for two or three letters. They looked like letters that were printed in the books I had been reading. The letters were sliding by, right to left, too fast for me to make out if they were actually words or not. I was a little short of sleep, which is why I was napping, but in any case it was very strange.

We had lunch at Fireside. I got a cheeseburger, it was delicious. 

On my way there (two blocks from the car) I was accosted by two people asking for spare change and passed one guy, flailing his arms, gyrating and cursing loudly, next to another guy curled up in a ball by the wall. Just typical downtown Portland. I had to use the restroom several times while we were out and about. Three of those restrooms required a passcode to unlock the door. The only one that didn't was the one at IKEA, which is its own little empire.

Note - I originally dictated this to my phone and when I said 'deliberate ruse', the phone transcribed it as 'deliberate rouse'. Now when I am editing this for the blog I saw the word rouse is wrong but I couldn't think of what the right word was, so I asked Webster for synonyms for deceive and it did not list ruse. Took me a while, but I eventually remembered ruse.

Saturday, June 6, 2026

War

The eight phases of the Song of Roland in one picture; illustration by Simon Marmion from an illuminated manuscript of the Grandes Chroniques de France (15th century), currently preserved in the Hermitage Museum in Saint Petersburg, Russia

Stolen entire from Essays in Idleness by David Warren.

The task of war

One does well to examine the Song of Roland (the French, XIth century, chanson de geste) before jumping to conclusions about war. I particularly recommend Scott Moncrieff’s translation (1919), which had an introduction by G. K. Chesterton that has been anthologized elsewhere. He neither glorifies nor condemns war, and actually, neither did Roland in the “splendidly inconclusive conclusion.” War contains both good and evil characters and events, and is never finished in this world. Any final victory must wait patiently on God. So long as there are insane barbarians (the present regime in Iran offers an unambiguous example) they will have to be fought. It is inappropriate to “make peace” with such a vicious and deceitful enemy. And when there is fighting, there are casualties. The Lord — and Christ is not a milquetoast — does not require us to omit this task, and did not condemn it in His Bible. Those who fight for the right, deserve honour; those who insist on “peace, peace” regardless of circumstances are cowards who deserve contempt.

It is sad that there are people, even Catholics, who don’t understand this.

Probably should go read the Song of Roland (translation by Jesse Crosland), but I probably won't because it is 78 pages long. 

Monday, May 25, 2026

Quote of the Day

Idoru by William Gibson. On page 28 Laney is interviewing for a job with Slitscan, some kind mass media operation akin to People magazine or Facebook:

"Anything that might be of interest to Slitscan. Which is to say, Laney, anything that might be of interest to Slitscan's audience. Which is best visualized as a vicious, lazy, profoundly ignorant, perpetually hungry organism craving the warm god-flesh of the anointed. Personally I like to imagine something the size of a baby hippo, the color of a week old boiled potato that lives by itself in the dark, in a double wide on the outskirts of Topeka. It's covered with eyes and it sweats constantly the sweat runs into those eyes and makes them sting. It has no mouth, Laney, no genitals and can only express its mute extremes of murderous rage and infantile desire by changing the channels on a universal remote. Or by voting in presidential elections."

 I think he nailed it.

Wednesday, April 29, 2026

Flat Tire Addendum

A Young People's History of the United States by Howard Zinn
4.1 rating on Goodread

While I was waiting for the flat to be fixed I notice a couple of books in the office. Don't often see books in auto repair joints, or maybe I just never noticed. Anyway, I'm always looking for something new to read, hoping I will find something that will grab me. So I take a couple of pics. It's quicker and easier than writing it down and the camera doesn't forget.

The Perfect Girl: A Novel by Gilly Macmillan
3.7 rating on Goodreads

Don't know that I will read either one of these.

Cheap Amazon Tire Pressure Gauge

When we got back to the house we checked the pressure in all the tires including the emergency spare. That spare needs to be inflated to 60 PSI and it was only about half that. Start pumping it up, stop and check the pressure and the gauge only goes to 50 PSI. What is this? When did we start cheaping out on tire pressure gauges? I used to have a couple of decent gauges but they got old and quit working, so I bought a new one off of Amazon. It was only $8 for a pair of them. Guess I got what I deserved.

Saturday, April 11, 2026

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Spy by Len Deighton

1958 The first prototype ammonia maser in front of its inventor Charles H. Townes. The ammonia nozzle is at left in the box, the four brass rods at center are the quadrupole state selector, and the resonant cavity is at right. The 24 GHz microwaves exit through the vertical waveguide Townes is adjusting. At bottom are the vacuum pumps.

This story is set in the 1970s, near as I can tell.

I'm gonna give this book a 4. I was gonna give it a solid 3.5, but goodreads doesn't allow half points. First off, I was able to read the whole thing in four days. Given that it often takes me months to get through a book, that's pretty good. Of course, time spent reading the book depends on whether the story gets a hold of me or not. This one has espionage, a doll, a dollop of science, and a heaping spoonful of the KGB (Soviet secret police), so yeah, right up my alley.

The story tells us of Bekuv, a Soviet MASER expert defecting to the USA, his wife and the CIA agents and MI6 agent assigned to pick him up. They pick him up in the Sahara desert, take him to Washington D. C. Talking to Bekuv, our agents start to hone in on a leak somewhere in the US government. Eventually their focus lands on one guy and the whole story explodes. There is a hostage scene at the airport that makes no sense, but then maybe if you are suddenly feeling this extreme pressure, you wouldn't be making any sense either. So maybe realistic. Probably wouldn't be handled like this now, but we've had fifty years of studying hostage situations, so we might do better.

Now we're back in the Sahara desert at a secret Soviet satellite communications station. The Soviets have set up shop in an old fortress with sixty foot walls. Inside the fort are two satellite antennas, each sixty feet in diameter, along with a helicopter. I'm thinking such an establishment would need to be at least 500 feet square. I looked for old fortress and satellite stations and found plenty of old satellite stations and plenty of old forts, so many that I haven't been able sort them all out. Did not find a Russian satellite station set up in an old fort, but that doesn't mean it wasn't there.

Both the US and Soviet governments want Bekuv because his knowledge of MASERs, but his interest lies entirely in communicating with alien civilizations. Quasar CTA-102 get mentioned on page 52. Look it up on Wikipedia and we find this line:

"In 1963 Nikolai Kardashev proposed that the then-unidentified radio source could be evidence of a Type II or III extraterrestrial civilization on the Kardashev scale."

I made a map with all the places mentioned in the book, well, at least all of the ones I made note of. The map also has a couple of giant Soviet radio telescopes cause that's what our man Bekuv would have liked to get his hands on.

Notes:
  • Chapter 1 Page 1 Adrar Algeria
  • Chapter 3 
Desert Tour in a VW Bus
    • Page 17 bright new VW bus marked Dempsey Desert Tours
  • Chapter 4 
    • Page 19 Washington Square New York University

    Fats Waller plays Alligator Crawl (piano solo, 1935)
    gullivior
  • Page 23 Alligator Crawl
Chinoiserie
    • Page 23 "it was all chinoiserie and high camp, with lanterns and gold-plated Buddhas"
  • Chapter 6 

Dmitri Shostakovich - Waltz No. 2
The Wicked North

Pulsar P3 - When a Digital Watch cost more than a Rolex - 1970s LEDs
Techmoan

  • Page 49 Pulsar wrist watch

  • Blazar CTA 102
    Perry Point VA Medical Center
      • page 127 Commodore Perry US Navy psychiatric hospital
    Ilyushin Il-62

    أم كلثوم - فكروني - بعد ما اتعودت بعدك غصب عني [Umm Kulthum – Remind Me – After I Had Grown Accustomed to Your Absence, Against My Will]
    Rasha Gamal
      • Page 195 Om Kalsum the Ella Fitzgerald of Arab pop
      • Page 198 the Atlas Mountains and then the Ouled Nail and then Loghouat
      • Page 206 In-Salah, Adrar, Reggane, Timbuktu
    AKMS machine pistol
      • Page 214 AKMS machine pistol
    I'm thinking I need to look into this business of Soviet satellite communications stations and old forts in the Sahara. And MASERs. We shall see.

    Bonus. 2nd thing that popped up when I searched for Ouled Nail.


    Dance of the Ouled Nail
    MosaicDanceTheaterCo

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    Wednesday, April 8, 2026

    The Answer - Imagination Audio Books


    The Answer
    Imagination Audio Books - Topic

    The question is 'who started the war of nuclear Armageddon?' An American and a Russian scientist discuss their plan to launch 50 kg of anti-matter high up and watch it as it falls back to Earth. What a good idea. 30 minutes is just enough time to wear myself out walking around the block. Could it be that the bomb that started the war wasn't a bomb made on Earth by human beings, but a chunk of anti-matter from another galaxy that just happened to strike Earth?

    Monday, April 6, 2026

    Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Spy (A Harry Palmer Novel) by Len Deighton

    Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Spy (A Harry Palmer Novel) by Len Deighton

    Stopped by Barnes & Noble the other day so I'm looking for something to read. I looked over the new Science Fiction section but it seemed to be all swords and sorcery. If there was any hard science fiction in there I didn't see it. So I headed over to Mystery / Thrillers. No Jo Nesbo, and no Michael Dibdin. Okay, I didn't remember Michael's last name exactly, but I knew some of the letters and I didn't find anything. And the I saw this book by Len Deighton and for some reason that name rang a bell. Seems I've read a couple of his books - The Ipcress File and Berlin Game. Don't often buy new books from bookstores. I think this is the second one this year. It's one of the perks of having paid off the mortgage - I can indulge in penny ante whims.

    Dornier DO 28 Skyservant

    The book starts off with a rendezvous in the middle of the Sahara desert. Business completed, they are picked up by a Dornier DO 28 Skyservant.

    Friday, April 3, 2026

    War with the Newts

     War with the Newts by Karel Capek

    I'm reading War with the Newts by Karel Capek. It tells the curious story of the discovery of a race of six foot Salamanders in the South Pacific and their exploitation by various 19th century organizations. 
    It's not a great story, but it is a curious one, and I am plugging along.

    At the beginning of chapter 8 I find a list of islands, and me being me, I have see if they are real islands or just figments of the author's imagination. Turns out most of them are real, and the only three I didn't find (Hiau, Uap, Fukaofu) could well be because of the funny spelling of island names.
    Chapter 8

    Andrias Scheuchzeri

    ENDLESS is human curiosity. It was not sufficient that J. W. Hupkins (Yale), the greatest authority alive at the time having anything to do with reptiles, declared that those mysterious creatures were unscientific humbug and sheer fantasy in the scientific journals and in the news-papers accounts began to increase of the discovery of so far unknown animals resembling huge salamanders in the most diverse parts of the Pacific Ocean. Relatively reliable statements claimed their discovery on the Solomon Islands, on Schouten Islands, on Kapingamarangi, Butaritari, and Tapeteuea, as well as on the whole group of smaller the islands: Nukufetau, Funafuti, Nukunono, and Fukaofu, then as far as Hiau, Ua Huka, Uap, and Pukapuka. There were legends quoted of the devils of Captain van Toch (mainly in the Melanesian zone) and of the Tritons of Miss Li (more in Polynesia) then the newspapers inferred that it was a matter of various kinds of submarine and antediluvian monsters mainly because the summer season had begun, and there was nothing to write about. Sub-marine monsters are usually well received by the reading public. In the United States especially Tritons became the fashion: in New York a showy revue ran for three hun-dred nights featuring Poseidon with three hundred most beautiful Triton girls, Nereids, and Sirens in Miami and on the beaches of California youth bathed in the costumes . . .
    War with the Newts Chapter 8 Islands


    Thursday, March 5, 2026

    More Whole Earth

    Whole Earth Catalog

    The Whole Earth gang has indexed all of the Whole Earth publications, so now you can search the catalogs and other stuff.

    The (Searchable) Whole Earth

    Based on the (incredible) archiving effort of the Whole Earth Index to scan and digitize all of these old issues, by Gray Area and Internet Archive. That effort was led by Barry Threw, designed by Jon Gacnik and Mindy Seu. More info here. This site (+ OCR-ing these pages, embeddings, search functionality, and this webapp) was built by Lucas Gelfond, you can read the source here.

    Previous post about the Whole Earth Catalog

    Via Detroit Steve

    Wednesday, February 4, 2026

    The City Who Fought - Anne McCaffrey & S. M. Stirling

    The City Who Fought - Anne McCaffrey & S. M. Stirling

    Goodreads

    Google summary:

    . . . a 1993 science fiction novel, part of the "Brainships" series, about a "shellperson" (a disembodied brain) named Simeon who runs a space station and must use his hobby of wargaming to defend it and refugees from brutal pirates. The story follows Simeon and his new, strong-willed human partner, Channa Hap, as they work together to save the station and its inhabitants from the invading Kolnari.

    Not the greatest book, but the exploration of the psychological aspects of the characters in the middle section was pretty good. There is a weak attempt at fitting Faster-Than-Light (FTL) travel with local space travel, but why do you need cold-sleep if you have FTL? Yeah, and when you start looking at tactics, you really need details on how this flavor of FTL works, and that is pretty much completely missing. Never mind, all the important characters and important action are going on on the space station.

    Some items that caught my eye:

    Page 164 paragraph 3 new-to-me word: sicatooth - "... and I want you to start pulling together those tasty goods we're going to use to tempt the ... sicatooth ." Google can't find it. I suspect it means something like a wolf-like attacker, a pirate, for instance.

    Page 184 new-to-me word: antiphonally - in a manner characterized by the alternation of musical parts in a responsive manner between two groups of singers or musicians

    Page 184 also a sex scene without using any sexual terms. Clever.

    Page 202 paragraph 6 - a new-to-me term: stranger'n - contraction of 'stranger than' I expect.

    Page 203 paragraph 9 - new-to-me word: chatelaine - the mistress of a household or of a large establishment

    Page 234 "lost her rag" - all the good people say it means she has lost her temper, but I like this explanation I found on English Language & Usage Stack Exchange

    Men have always dismissed women who have lost their temper as losing their rags meaning they were only in a bad mood/short tempered because of their period.

    Page 237 paragraph 3 - Another unknown word: precocity - it is just the noun version of the adjective 'precocious' which means 'exceptionally early in development or occurrence'.

    Page 249 paragraph 10 - In the last sentence we get some clever invented slang from Joat, a renegade girl, describing crawling around in the station's maintenance access tunnels:  "Some of the places pinch grudly but they're in-able if you're sveltsome."

    Page 276 paragraph 2 - Hebrides Suite. Hmm, there is The Hebrides, a concert overture that was composed by Felix Mendelssohn in 1830, but there is also Clare Grundman's Hebrides Suite (1962), a popular four-movement concert band work based on Scottish folk songs from the Hebrides Islands. 

    Page 276 last paragraph - whipped Jersey - Jersey cow cream is so rich that you can thicken it with a few good shakes (as used on an Irish Coffee), and whip it in no time at all. - Foodie Pilgrim

    Page 287 and Page 288 fragments of three poems

    Page 293 paragraph 8 - Carmina Burana could be a medieval collection of poetry or it might be the a cantata composed in 1935 and 1936 by Carl Orff. Video. Includes O Fortuna. I suspect the cantata is the correct one here.

    Page 313 top, fragment of a poem - The Quest by Rudyard Kipling