Sunday Night Music

Everybody else blogs about their music now and then, so I might as well get into the act.

There’s not much modern music (how about that alliteration?) that I care for, a sure sign that I’m getting old. Either that, or it really is all crap. And since you can’t spell CRAP without RAP, I’m inclined to think it’s the latter. A couple of notable exceptions to this era’s parade of suck are the Foo Fighters and Volbeat. Everybody knows the Foos, but if you haven’t heard Volbeat then do yourself a favor and check out their awesome metalbilly mashup of Johnny Cash and Metallica.

Of course, none can match the awesome power of Led Zeppelin (even though my wife thinks the young Robert Plant sounded like someone strangling a cat). It didn’t stop her from getting me their live reunion DVD for Christmas, though. Behold the awesome:

And finally, if you want metal, HERE’S metal: Compressorhead! Heavy Metal by musicians who should know a thing or two about, well, metal. Check out General Grievous’ cousin on drums:

Kind of creepy, really. All we have left is to wait for Skynet to become self-aware and send the Terminators.

Keeping the Blog Alive

Just found some great quotes while reading about our first principles at The DC Clothesline:

Democracy is two wolves and a lamb voting on what to have for lunch. Liberty is a well-armed lamb contesting the vote.

-Benjamin Franklin

And this, from the original George W:

From the hour the Pilgrims landed, to the present day, events, occurrences, and tendencies prove that to insure peace, security and happiness, the rifle and pistol are equally indispensable . . . the very atmosphere of firearms everywhere restrains evil interference – they deserve a place of honor with all that is good.

-George Washington

Talk amongst yourselves, as I still have that next book to write.

Christmas From God’s Front Porch

Apollo 8: Earthrise. Courtesy NASA.

Forty-four years ago, three Americans shared a rather unique Christmas observance with the rest of the world. From nasa.gov:

Apollo 8, the first manned mission to the Moon, entered lunar orbit on Christmas Eve, December 24, 1968. That evening, the astronauts; Commander Frank Borman, Command Module Pilot Jim Lovell, and Lunar Module Pilot William Anders did a live television broadcast from lunar orbit, in which they showed pictures of the Earth and Moon seen from Apollo 8…

William Anders:

“For all the people on Earth the crew of Apollo 8 has a message we would like to send you”.

“In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep.
And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light.
And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness.”

Jim Lovell:

“And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day.
And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters.
And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament: and it was so.
And God called the firmament Heaven. And the evening and the morning were the second day.”

Frank Borman:

“And God said, Let the waters under the heavens be gathered together unto one place, and let the dry land appear: and it was so.
And God called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together of the waters called he Seas: and God saw that it was good.”

Borman then added, “And from the crew of Apollo 8, we close with good night, good luck, a Merry Christmas, and God bless all of you – all of you on the good Earth.”

Here’s hoping more of us get to share that experience within our lifetimes, and from a front-row seat.

Merry Christmas!

Yo Canada

Amazon.ca has been live pretty much all month, but nobody’s showing any love for Perigee. What’s up with that?

So I guess ya’ll just have to push me to go there and make it free. Fine. You got your way. Now go spread the word!

The End is Nigh

Happy last day on earth, everyone!

Between the Mayan calendar and an impending Christmas trip to the in-laws, I don’t know how much time there’ll be for posting tomorrow. If you don’t read anything else today, go to Ace of Spades for the single best collection of helpful advice for today’s world that I’ve seen in a while.

That is all, carry on…

How Businesses Commit Suicide

Draconian rights-grabs aren’t just targeted at unwitting authors. If you use Instagram, you might want to reconsider your arrangement: Facebook thinks they have the right to sell your Instagram photos – without your specific consent nor for any compensation. (Hat tip: Passive Voice)

If that C/Net story is accurate, I cannot see how this ends well for Facebook or their latest acquisition, Instagram. Maybe I’m wrong – we do live in a culture that seems to desire notoriety above pretty much anything else. If you’re willing to give up your self-respect to go on reality TV for money (or not), why wouldn’t you just hand over your private photos for public use just for the pure-dee hell of it?

Now don’t get me wrong – I enjoy Facebook. It’s been fun to use and has allowed me to find and stay in touch with college and military buddies whom I’d lost touch with over the years (which reminds me – if you’re a reader who has tried to ‘friend’ me, please don’t take it personally if your request isn’t accepted. I limit that account only to family and personal friends).

I’ve never been one to jump on the Facebook complaint-wagon because, hey, free is free. Ya gets what ya pays for. But this is different in my mind – they are claiming rights to things by the simple act of offering a free public service. So Facebook: YOU SUCK. And here’s why…

Zuckerberg is either 1) an evil genius, or 2) someone who just had a neat idea and was swept to a level of success he never dreamed of by luck and timing. My money’s on door number 2, but I digress…

Instagram had not made dime one in profit when he forked over a billion dollars for it. Well, now we know where he thought the value was in an enterprise which had yet to make any money.

It seems clear to me there were ulterior motives for Instagram the whole time: once the user community is big enough, how much potential revenue are you going to lose if a certain percentage walks away? And of those who miss the deadline, how many are going to take it upon themselves to put together a class-action suit for “reversion” of rights they never should’ve given up in the first place?

This might all seem like pedantic nitpicking, but we writers can be kind of sensitive to this type of thing. Depending on how this plays out, I may be dumping my Facebook account. Stay tuned.

 

 

 

 

 

Tipping Point

2012 may be known as the year Indie publishing broke down the final barriers to general acceptance. This may be one of the biggest roadblocks to fall:

NY Times Critic Selects Self-Published Book Among This Year’s Top 10

A lot of writers have been of the opinion that a big-shot reviewer’s stamp of approval is the brass ring we needed someone to grab. I hope that’s the case, because there aren’t that many left. Consider what’s happened just in the past twelve months:

Literary merits aside (gaah!), there’s no denying that 50 Shades of S&M Grey pretty much owned the best-seller lists this year. A more worthy (IMO) example is Hugh Howey’s Wool, which didn’t do so badly itself after being published pretty much on a lark as I understand it. It’s very good – surprisingly good – in that I knew it was getting great reviews and selling well, but I was surprised at how emotionally powerful it was. Turns out he made the right move, as the movie rights have been picked up by Ridley Scott.

Personally, 2013 is going to be a big year for yours truly. Look for the Perigee sequel this spring, and a novella that connects the two books by next Christmas.

There – committed to them in public! Suppose that means I’d better get on with finishing them…

Outrage

I can’t even begin to get my head around what happened yesterday in Connecticut. Watching it unfold on TV made me literally sick to my stomach, while fighting to keep myself from bawling in front of a room full of guys. But I suspect they all felt the same way. Normally a talkative bunch, we were all remarkably subdued. That probably has a lot to do with the fact that most of us are parents of small children who were in school at that moment.

And by the way, I don’t want to hear a single damned word about gun control: Gun Violence up 89% in the UK

The latest Government figures show that the total number of firearm offences in England and Wales has increased from 5,209 in 1998/99 to 9,865 last year  –  a rise of 89 per cent.

In some parts of the country, the number of offences has increased more than five-fold.

In eighteen police areas, gun crime at least doubled.

Note that this is in a country which has some of the most onerous gun laws in the world.

Gun control is an attempt to impose a mechanical solution on a cultural problem. Our society is sick, and disarming the law-abiding is not the solution. I know that’s not what gun-control advocates think they’d be doing, but that’s what the end result would be. The only way it works is by the fantasy of completely eliminating every single firearm from the face of the Earth. Otherwise, bad people will find a way to get their hands on them.

As has been said about universal nuclear disarmament, one cannot put that genie back into the bottle.

To my mind, there are two fundamental steps that would go a long way toward preventing more of these outrages (“tragedy” would imply this was somehow accidental):

1. Roll back the liberalization of mental health laws that make it nearly impossible to commit the truly ill. I know why it was done, but would submit that we are far worse off having so many people on the streets who would’ve been hospitalized 40 years ago. I have some personal, painful experience in this area and it is by the grace of God that things didn’t turn tragic.

2. Allow concealed-carry permit holders to exercise their licenses. A little plastic “Gun Free Zone” sign by the main entrance does nothing to deter a psychopath bent on mayhem, but a stable adult packing heat might. It certainly seems to have worked in those states that allow it, though like any other statistical analysis I’ve seen it abused from both directions. I will say this: every time CCW is allowed somewhere it hadn’t been before, none of the wild-west violence predicted by the anti-gun crowd ever happens.

If you’re afraid of guns, I get it. I’m afraid of them, too: it’s called having a healthy respect for stuff that can kill you. However, I’m far less afraid of the one in my own hand than the one in somebody else’s. All of this gun-control blather is pointless anyway: we have a right to ownership protected by the Constitution. And for the moment, that still counts for something. If you want to change it, circulate a bill to repeal the 2nd Amendment and get it through the Constitutional process: 2/3 majority vote in Congress and 3/4 ratification by the states.

Hey, I didn’t say it’d be easy. In the meantime, here’s more food for thought from Vox Day:

Say what you will about homeschooling, but if your child is taught at home, he’s not going to be shot there by some disgruntled school employee, student, or parent.  And the idea that gun control laws will make any difference whatsoever with regards to this sort of thing is risible, given that it is already illegal to carry guns onto school property, to say nothing of shooting people there.

And this may be worth keeping in mind when the inevitable push for gun control begins: “The worst mass school murder in American history took place on May 18,1927 in Bath Township, Mich., when a former school board member set off three bombs that killed 45 people.”

We live in a depraved world that doesn’t seem to be getting any better. Watch your six, people.

12/16 UPDATE: Via Ace of Spades, a mother’s anguished account of life with a mentally-unstable child: I live with a son who is mentally ill. I love my son. But he terrifies me.