More trips into the mine of music nostalgia without a canary

After picking up The Dream of the Blue Turtles and with more money sitting in my iTunes account it was inevitable that I’d go trolling for more music from my youth. My latest re-acquisitions, in order of re-purchase with the original release date:

  • Boney M, Nightflight to Venus (1978)
  • Dire Straits, Brothers in Arms (1985)
  • Roxy Music, Avalon (1982)

I’ll rate the quality of each re-purchase on a scale of 1 to 10 Neil Diamond sparkle shirts, with 1 being “I plead temporary insanity” and 10 being “Still awesome, I had the best musical taste!”

Sparkle shirt. Sparkly!

Boney M, Nightflight to Venus
This album came out in 1978 and I bought it on vinyl when it was new, making it one of my first-ever music purchases. This doubles as a handy excuse in case the album is awful.

Surprisingly, it is not. Despite the silly title track (which is literally about a “night flight” to Venus) the album as a whole holds up quite decently, even if it is very much a product of its era, when disco was at its commercial (and artistic?) peak. The harmonies are sweet and though the songs often border on the bizarre (“Rasputin” celebrate “Russia’s greatest love machine”) they are just as often catchy. You will probably never hear a funkier version of “King of the Road.”

Bonus: I first bought this album on vinyl, which is now popular with hipsters and audiophiles but is otherwise a niche format. The iTunes album art is a photo of the CD case. CDs are also rapidly becoming obsolete in this age of digital music, so it seems somehow fitting that the cover of this musical relic is of another musical relic (May 17, 2022 note: original link broke, I have subbed something that is close to it):

Rating:
7/10 Neil Diamond sparkle shirts

Dire Straits, Brothers in Arms
This was one of the first CDs I bought, and it is of (pop) cultural significance in a couple of ways. It was the first CD to sell over a million copies–the format had debuted only two years earlier), it was such a giant success it basically ended the band and the hit “Money for Nothing” got banned in Canada because of the following lyric (which is delivered by the song’s narrator, a working class slob who ain’t exactly, y’ know, cultured):

Look at that faggot with the earring and the make-up
Yeah buddy, that’s his own care
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot, he’s a millionaire

The best part is the ban happened in 2011, 26 years after the song was released. The ban was later lifted. Details in this Wikipedia entry.

The album holds up very well. This is Dire Straits not only at its commercial peak but its artistic peak, as well. The songs–often sprawling on the CD version–are played with confidence, moving effortlessly between irreverent, rollicking and meditative. There’s a folksiness to much of the work that never feels forced. There is a timelessness to most of the tracks that lifts them above much of the material that dominated the pop charts in the mid-80s. Kids may wonder what all the talk about MTV playing music videos is all about, though.

Rating:
8/10 Neil Diamond sparkle shirts

Roxy Music, Avalon
This album was introduced to me several years after release by a friend. I was not familiar with Roxy Music and have never bought any of their other albums (the friend picked up some of Bryan Ferry’s solo work).

Avalon is one of those albums where everything came together in the right way at the right time. A lot of people who may be able to name Avalon as a Roxy Music album might be challenged to even name another the band put out (Avalon was their eighth and final album). This was the culmination of their smooth, adult-oriented rock sound and in a way they had nowhere to go after this, so the dissolution of the band following the Avalon tour makes sense.

To say this album is smooth is an understatement. The music washes over you like a gentle surf, lush synthesizers sweeping across the aural landscape, accented by guitar, keyboard and saxophone that complement but never intrude or dominate the sound. Ferry’s vocals are delivered just as smoothly, his voice often rising into a dreamy sort of falsetto as he warbles about the tragedies of love.

Somehow the production manages to avoid sounding fey or slick, perhaps because of the earnestness (I almost want to say conviction) Ferry brings to the material.

While there is nothing really comparable to Avalon in today’s pop music scene (that I’m aware of) the album still doesn’t sound dated to me. It is its own thing and a wonderful, lush thing it is.

Rating:
8/10 Neil Diamond sparkle shirts

On balance, it appears I had decent musical taste 25-30 years ago. I’ve still got money in my iTunes account and have been casting back to other albums of yore I haven’t re-acquired. I may have another to re-review soon™.

You don’t run on your throat (which is a good thing)

Another non-run update:

I didn’t run on Thursday as my recovering throat still felt a little too raw. At first blush it may seem odd that the condition of my throat would determine whether I run or not but consider: when I do an 11K run I am breathing at an accelerated pace for 54-60 minutes and the only way to reasonably scoop in the large amounts of oxygen I need to keep from toppling over is through my mouth, as my nose does not have elephant-sized nostrils (this is, on balance, preferable).

This means that for those 54-58 minutes my mouth and throat are exposed to a constant rush of air. A raw throat would move onto bloody raw after such treatment. Or so I suspect. I’m not willing to test my theory.

I do think I may finally be ready to head out Sunday, which will make it precisely two weeks since the last run, enough time to get me rested to the point of flabbiness. The forecast is for a high of 24ºC with the chance of precipitation starting low in the morning and climbing through the day. I’d likely run in the morning so it may be a bit warmer than seasonal but probably cloudy. Not too bad, then.

I still dread it.

And I finally get my feet/Bollocks looked at when my doctor is back from vacation on October 28th. I want a month-long vacation.

Just not the seven years of medical school.

The not-quite-running update, September 2013 edition

The last month has really sucked for running, as I’ve mentioned before.

I’ve only been out about once a week during this stretch instead of my more typical three times and this week when I was planning on getting back into a regular routine I got hit by a throat infection. I’m tentatively planning on resuming runs on Thursday, which will mark ten days since the last run. That’s enough to lose a decent bit of conditioning, although perhaps the rest will help offset some of that.

The current forecast for Thursday is for a high of 27ºC (unseasonably warm) and humid, the two things that go great together for a yucko run. But it would only be 5K so maybe it won’t be so bad. I’m hoping that writing this out will make this assessment seem more convincing. You know, I read it on the Internet, it must be true and all that.

The short story collection September 2013 update

It’s time to update the progress on putting together my short story collection–which I still plan on self-publishing before year’s end, less than four months from now. Ho ho.

Although I haven’t winnowed down the final group of stories I expect to have at least twenty ready to go. As of today I have five in a state I consider complete so I’m about 25% there. The remaining stories require everything from light edits to Maybe In the Next Collection.

The five completed are:

The trio of Chicago 8 superhero stories. The tone in all of these is very silly:

  • The Cobalt Sensation
  • The Chicago 8 vs. Armageddon
  • The Chicago 8 vs. Time

Plus:

  • Cervidae (Lovecraft homage)
  • Slice of Life (light modern day SF fare)

I’m now mulling over the next two or three to edit and then I’ll dive back into one of the unfinished stories to really get the ol’ creative juices flowing in the lead-up to National Novel Writing Month in November (also I’ve always found the idea of ‘creative juices’ kind of gross. What are they even meant to represent? It sounds like something you’d buy in a can).

I’m still thinking about a good title for the collection. I remain partial to 10 Pairs of Shorts or something similar. When I look over my body of work there is not a lot of Grimdark material so the light tone of the title shouldn’t be in conflict with the tone of the majority of stories. Even the horror stories are often more whimsical than not, even when people are getting killed. Especially when people are getting killed.

I will post another update soon™.

My uvula and why I hate it right now

I recently re-discovered the name of the dangly thing at the back of your throat–the uvula. The reason for this re-discovery started back on Wednesday morning when I awoke with mildly irritated sinuses and throat. It felt like I might get one last summer cold this year.

By Friday the sinus part had mostly gone away but the throat part compensated. It was incredibly sore and it felt like I had phlegm caught in the back of it, closing off parts I’d prefer to keep open. Swallowing, even without yummy food or drink involved, hurt a lot.

Saturday evening came and I could take no more, so off I went to the emergency room of Royal Columbian. The nice part about this is it’s two blocks away. I got there at 8 p.m. and left shortly after nine with a prescription and tentative diagnosis.

Basically my throat was infected and the uvula had become so swollen that it was now touching the back of my throat, producing a sensation that was more maddening than anything. The doctor was not sure what the exact cause was as he didn’t think it was strep throat (a bacterial infection usually caught by some goober coughing or sneezing on you on the SkyTrain, Vancouver’s preferred high-speed transmission vector for illnesses). It could possibly be allergies, bad luck, voodoo, who knows?

He cautioned that the medication (Apo-Prednisone) could take a few days to reduce the swelling and also recommended taking an antihistamine, so I picked up some Benadryl for good measure. Drugs drugs drugs!

It’s been a few hours since I took everything (well, the required dose, not actually everything) and it seems to have made a small difference. Maybe it’s a placebo effect and if so, that’s still good enough for me. I’m all for my brain being tricked into being happier.

They did swab my throat for a sample to send to The Lab for strep and I may get a call in 24-48 hours confirming that. If so I will have to take even more drugs, probably for a good ten days or so. Given my history with antibiotics (hint: the wrong ones give me a rash over my entire body) I’m hoping the test comes up negative.

Anyway, I definitely recommend not getting your uvula infected if you can avoid it. It’s effective as a weight loss measure as the thought of eating or drinking anything becomes repellant but I’d rather get my sexy figure back another way.

The kind of tired of the humidity run

Average pace: 5:20/km
Location: Burnaby Lake (CCW)
Ran Piper Mill Trail, Conifer and Spruce Loops
Distance: 11.05 km
Weather: Partly sunny
Temp: 22-26ºC (felt like 23-28)
Wind: nil to light
Calories burned: 799
Total distance to date: 2449 km

What better way to celebrate Labor Day than to labor through a run? I started out later than usual, not leaving until around 11:30 and despite showers earlier in the morning it had cleared enough to convince hordes of people to head on down to the lake for a holiday stroll/jog.

I did indeed wear my new New Balance MT110s after using a second holder to move the Nike+sensor over to it. The results were mixed. On the one hand, I don’t feel the switch back to a minimalist shoe had any major effect on the run and yet my left foot was quite sore at the end, enough that I didn’t even entertain the idea of walking back, instead heading straight to the Production Way SkyTrain station.

However, my left foot was feeling a bit sore even before heading out, so I suspect the result may have been the same. I’m undecided on whether to switch back to the Nikes for my next run, which will probably be only 5K.

My time on the run was bad. After a lousy 5:16/km pace on Saturday, I was that much worse today, coming in at a pokey 5:20/km. The first km tells the story:

Saturday: 4:41
Monday: 4:57

Sixteen seconds is a dramatic difference. I started out like a tortoise and although I actually started to close the gap I still fell short. Why? Possibly the left foot, though it only really hurt after the run was over. Possibly the new shoes, though they actually felt fine to me. Possibly the stupidly high humidity.

Yes, that was the likely culprit. The humidity started out near 80% and though it dropped, it remained near 60% at the end of the run. That, combined with the sharp rise in temperature, generally being warmer and a breeze that was either minimal or non-existent made for rather unpleasant running conditions. I almost long for the days when it took several minutes just for my hands to warm up. Almost.

My only feeble hope at this point is that I can actually break the 5:00 minute mark on a 5K, though at this point even that may be beyond my reach.

This summer has kind of sucked for running.

UPDATE: The morning after the run and for the first time in quite awhile my calves are actually a bit sore. This is likely due to only running once for each of two weeks then doing two in three days. In other words I am falling out of shape. This may also have contributed to my lousy pace, though I’m still laying most of the blame for that on the Amazon-like humidity.

Book review: Fade-Out

Spoilers ahead. Read at your peril!

I first read Fade-Out back in 1978 when I was an impossibly shaggy-haired 14 year old. I read the revised edition in 1987 when I was a svelte-haired 23 year old. And now, over two decades later I have read it a third time, as a fuzz-haired 48 year old.

This time around I read the revised 1987 text in ebook format. The revised edition doesn’t change the story in any notable way nor does it add to its length, as most of the revisions are just updated pop culture references. Somewhat humorously, the politics remain the same, something that would have altered more drastically if author Patrick Tilley had held off for a few more years (when the Berlin Wall and Soviet Union collapsed in 1989 and 1991, respectively).

The story presents an unfolding mystery that starts with a global “fade-out” of all radar systems that lasts 22 minutes. This proves to be quite a bother, especially for airplanes, but everyone gets through it okay. Tensions between the U.S. and USSR ramp up as the Americans suspect Russian shenanigans.

When a large craft with unusual reflective properties appears in orbit, the U.S. again fear the Soviets have developed some Star Wars-style space weapons platform (before Star Wars even existed, how prescient!) Another longer fade-out occurs and when it ends the craft is gone. It’s later discovered that a meteorite that crashed at Crow Ridge, Montana may be related and the government is all over the place like the NSA on your tweets and likes1A reference to the NSA’s vast snooping program, which will hopefully seem quaint and outdated in a few years.

The story follows the government team assembled to investigate the site in Crow Ridge, among them nebbish Arnold Wedderkind, science advisor to the President, General Mitch “tolerates civilians only to a point” Allbright, the head of Strategic Air Command, and and Bob “everyman” Connors, special advisor to the President. And of course, the President (who is daringly depicted as Italian American).

What this group finds at Crow Ridge is a dome-shaped object rising out of the ground. It’s made of an incredibly hard crystal-like substance and is impervious to testing. Beneath its translucent surface is a creepy pattern that looks like a brain cortex. With no fanfare the object blankets the immediate vicinity with a mini fade-out, making most electrical equipment and vehicles non-functional. This goes away in time and the science team sets up shop, with Allbright and the military mucky-mucks waiting for the first sign of hostility so they can start a-shootin’.

Instead, the dome reveals a complex hatch that opens and lets out a large mechanical spider-type thing. It appears to be weaponless, a probe of sorts, so it is observed, rather than shot.

The 1978 paperback edition luridly depicts the spider terrorizing Washington, something that never actually happens:

Click to see gigantic version

Original version for posterity:

Fade-Out book cover

It got me to buy the book, though, so I can’t properly condemn the bait and switch.

Over the course of the story, the mystery of the dome and spider deepens, with their enigmatic presence and a sudden reappearance and spread of the fade-out effect prompting discussion of military options up to and including, effectively, nuking it from orbit (except actually from a jet).

The worst aspect of Fade-Out is probably the maleness of it. The few female characters are peripheral–not a bad thing, necessarily–but are treated somewhat disrespectfully. It brought to mind the R.E.M. lyric “a simple prop to occupy my time”. This is a bad thing. I suppose you can defend this by saying the male characters are the ones out of touch, not the author, but it doesn’t quite ring true. The characters also have the habit of engaging in philosophical debates that don’t sound like actual people conversing, but rather the author playing out different points of view for the reader’s benefit.

Despite that, the story itself is intriguingly presented, with no easy answers or pat revelations. The scientists struggle against the unknown technology, trying to divine the purpose of machinery that defies testing and reveals little about an overall purpose. There is the feeling that perhaps a test is being conducted, but to what end is left an open question.

If you like your science fiction set in the here and now (well, the here and now of 1987–there’s nary a smartphone in sight) and filled with riddles wrapped in mysteries inside enigmas, you may like Fade-Out’s depiction of Man vs. Mysterious Machine. I liked the premise enough to nick it for a short story.

EDIT, June 11, 2025: Hello, it’s me from the future. I came upon this post and made a few minor tweaks to it, then wanted to find a higher-resolution of the book cover from the original 1978 paperback. I tried DuckDuckGo, Google and Start Page. None provided satisfaction, though Start Page was at least amusing, because the fourth result…was the image I scanned myself for this review:

Also, I still have the 1978 paperback, so I have scanned (or rather, taken a photo of) the cover using modern high-resolution equipment [my iPhone 12]).

Book review: A Deepness in the Sky

I’d never read any of Vernor Vinge’s crazy space stories before but A Deepness in the Sky came highly recommended by friends and Vernor Vinge is an awesome science fiction author name so who was I to refuse?

To summarize the plot would be difficult. Basically you have three groups in a story that, thanks to deep sleep/stasis employed by all three, spans many decades but with characters aging much more slowly, though still getting older. It all takes place 8,000 years in the future and apart from the snazzy tech on display, paints a curiously depressing view of our future.

The three groups are:

Qeng Ho: Or as I call them, Capitalists Ho! These are people who love to trade and trade to love. Their goal is to trade as far and widely across the universe as possible. They are loosely federated with no real formal government structure.

Emergents: As the name suggests, these people recently emerged from a dark age and although technologically advanced in many ways, they are kind of bad, evil and whatnot. They aim to conquer and subjugate and conscript people into working as virtual computers by means of a mind-altering effect known as Focus.

Spiders: Living on a planet creatively dubbed Arachna by the humans, this is a race of large, intelligent spider folk. Like Earthlings, they are divided into factions and have a tech level similar to mid 20th century Earth, with space travel just becoming a possibility. The system they live in is the focal point of the overall story, as it features an improbable sun that burns normally for a few decades before effectively shutting off for a few centuries before lighting again. The humans, again demonstrating their cleverness, call it the OnOff Star.

For some reason the two human groups think this mysterious system will hold untold riches/power/something and they each dispatch fleets to secure the spider world. Deception and a surprise attack by the Emergents against the Qeng Ho leads to the survivors being forced to work together for decades while waiting for the spider technology to develop enough for them to appropriate it so they can all get back home and screw you, stupid spiders and your dumb OnOff sun.

The bulk of the story follows a large cast of characters, switching between the three groups and weaves in an exhaustively detailed level of the technology–everything from “localizer” nanites a-plenty to 3D holo displays that don’t require glasses or anything. This may sound glib but Vinge actually makes it all sound very believable, intriguing and yet commonplace to the people of the story.

Vinge also weaves in layer upon layer of deception and intrigue, sometimes tipping the hand for the reader to see, other times leaving it an open question on who can be trusted–if anyone.

I especially liked the depiction of the spiders. For a long time their actions and voices are identified by Focused interpreters who can only hear their transmissions and this creates a more human vision of them. That carries through to the spider sections of the story, with only occasional references to their spider-ness–“eating hands”, welts for holding babies on their backs, perches to sit in rather than chairs. And yet they have everything a good civilization would want: vehicles to tool around in, nice homes, clothes (of a sort) and, of course, nuclear weapons. It’s only when the humans and spiders meet that you really appreciate just how alien they are. And yet still adorably cute, somehow.

This cuteness would not probably translate to a film version. Unless they were depicted as Muppets.

I really enjoyed Vinge’s world building, something I’m not usually much into (and a large part of why I skip book series) and the sophistication of the plots the various characters act upon are equally interesting. The bad guys get what they deserve, which is always cathartic, especially after some of the vile things they perpetuate over a very long period of time.

If you like grand scale science fiction with deep (no pun intended) worlds and ever-twisting, slow-burning plots, you’ll love this. Unless you’re an arachnophobe, perhaps.

Book review: Twilight Zone Anthology

The Twilight Zone Anthology (2009) is a collection of 19 short stories commissioned for the 50th anniversary of the original The Twilight Zone TV series. Each story is book-ended by a paragraph that simulates Serling’s introductory segments and closing narration from the show. You’ll have to imagine him standing there, head cocked at that familiar angle, cigarette burning away in his hand. The effect is perhaps not as successful in print format.

As expected with most collections the quality of the writing varies, though there are no real stinkers like in Poe’s Children, my most hated anthology of all time.

It opens with a bizarre story set during World War II where a soldier suffers delusions and/or tells stories to his compatriots as shells rings out around them. Making it even more bizarre is the rather inept formatting of the different segments, a sadly common occurrence in ebooks. One day publishers will realize that ebooks do in fact need to be handled differently when it comes to formatting. Anyway, I’m going to spoil the twist of “Genesis” in the spoiler text below:

[spoiler title=”Genesis spoiler”]It turns the protagonist is Serling himself, telling stories that will later form episodes of the series.[/spoiler]
The twist is cute but the story is curiously bland and could have been excised from the collection.

“A Haunted House of Her Own” is a nice modern ghost story variation with bonus revenge fantasy and twist included, though a few parts of the setup are a bit too convenient (almost inevitable, really).

“On the Road” is one of the standouts, where two hitchhikers from 1970 meet again through happenstance decades later. It’s a story that is sweet without being sentimental.

“Puowaina”, set in Hawaii prior to the attack on Pearl Harbor, is a vivid tale of premonition and inevitability.

Whitley Strieber’s “The Good Neighbor” is a nightmarish story of revenge by fire, with alien weirdness tossed in. Whether you believe he’s had contact with “visitors” or not, there’s clearly something fuelling his disturbing depictions on the subject.

Many of the other stories are perfunctory, inoffensive but not particularly memorable. “The Wrong Room”, for example, has a tragic twist that doesn’t resonate because the setup for it is simply too much to swallow, a neat concept that fails its own ambitions.

Overall this was a nice collection. I don’t mean “nice” in a dismissive way. Most of the stories are good and worth reading but I wasn’t compelled to immediately grab the follow-up to the anthology. I may eventually, because speculative fiction is not one of the better-served niches in short story format.

The rush hour run

Average pace: 5:16/km
Location: Burnaby Lake (CW)
Ran Piper Mill Trail, Conifer and Spruce Loops
Distance: 11.32 km
Weather: Sunny
Temp: 19-24ºC
Wind: light
Calories burned: 818
Total distance to date: 2438 km

I pretty much hated everything about today’s run.

After a week of cooler, cloudy weather with showers tossed in, the weather strangely turned summer-like for the long weekend. I decided to head out relatively early to beat the heat.

The temperature matched my last run a week ago (more on that gap later), starting at 19ºC and rising to 24ºC. You notice that kind of rise. It also started out and stayed humid, which was the real problem. I started out not exactly fast but moving along crisply and felt light on my feet–a good thing. It was pleasant. As the temperature rose the effect of the humidity also rose and I began to flag.

I picked up the pace by the end but it was too late. I braced myself for the overall average: 5:16/km, a full four seconds slower than my last run. Bleah.

I’m going out again in two days and plan on breaking in my new MY110s (2013 edition). They’re a full size bigger than my last pair (9s instead of 8s) and I’m hoping the extra roominess will make my toes happier.

The gap in the run doesn’t have a good reason to go with it like “I was abducted by aliens and only just returned to the planet” or “I was rescuing orphans caught in a typhoon”. I was just indolent and unmotivated. This summer has been hard for running (I’ll expand on that later in a separate post).

The rush hour part was due to the number of people on the trail, quite a few more than I’ve seen recently. I chalk this up to it being a sunny Saturday and will probably stick to Sundays in the future, although as we enter Fall and the weather changes crowds of people on the trail probably won’t be a problem.

The actual run went okay for the most part. My left foot began to feel a bit sore toward the end and once more I skipped the walk back. This concerns me but it’s not affecting the runs yet. Bollocks was about the same as always, needing some time to warm up and then fine until my pace flagged. When my stride becomes more plodding the tendon definitely feels it a lot more. It doesn’t feel like it’s ever slowing me down but I do wonder. I haven’t been able to break five minutes on a 10K+ run in quite awhile and did it regularly last year so obviously something has changed.

Anyway, none of the geese chased or bit me so there’s that.

The eight days later run

Average pace: 5:12/km
Location: Burnaby Lake (CW)
Ran Piper Mill Trail, Conifer and Spruce Loops
Distance: 11.16 km
Weather: Sunny
Temp: 19-24ºC
Wind: light
Calories burned: 806
Total distance to date: 2427 km

After last Sunday’s 3 hour 15 km hike at Brothers Creek I found my lower back suddenly hurting the next morning. Because of this I skipped my Tuesday run. By Thursday I was planning to resume regular runs but instead found I had a huge honking blister on my right foot. Running on that did not seem wise.

And so I ended up waiting a full eight days before running again. With the long layoff my only goal was to best my previous pace. To give myself a minor edge I set out earlier in the morning and started the actual run at Burnaby Lake at 10:13 a.m. This had a couple of nice effects. It started out cooler (though you can see above that the temperature climbed predictably rapidly by late morning) but because it was also clear the humidity was also down to a reasonable level. These things, coupled with a light breeze helped make this the most comfortable run in some time.

My time did improve, though not as much as I’d liked. I came in at 5:12/km, two seconds better than the previous run but I also ran 11K+ rather than the 10K of the last run. My left foot began to feel a bit sore toward the end–not enough to slow me down but earlier than it usually would. I wonder if the lack of runs had an effect there.

On the one hand I was hoping for better but overall I’m not too disappointed. I will likely be doing a few 5K runs before tackling another long one on the weekend. For those I’m hoping to at least get under 5K again.