1982.
Steve Jobs at home. “This was a very typical time. I was single. All you needed was a cup of tea, a light, and your stereo, you know, and that’s what I had.”
- Steve Jobs
“Kick ass! If somebody tries to stop the march to democracy we will seek them out and kill them! We must be tougher than hell! This Vietnam stuff…it’s not even close! It is a mindset! We can’t send that message! It’s an excuse to prepare us for the withdrawal! This is a series of moments and this is one of them! Our will is being tested but we are resolute! We have a better way! Stay strong! Stay the course! Kill them! Be confident! Prevail! We are going to wipe them out! We are not blinking! ”
[I just finished reading it (and yes, I know this book has been out a while)]:
By title alone, you are probably thinking one of two things:
a). “Cool! Zombie fiction!“
b). “Dear God . . . Zombie fiction?!?“
Here’s the catch: it’s not so much about zombies, it’s about how different societies would react to a global pandemic. However, the pandemic in this story happens to be the reanimated dead. And author Max Brooks didn’t get lazy about it either - he did his homework, he left no technical detail to chance. The only real fiction is the zombie part: no Deus ex machina, no laser guns invented to save humanity.
Topically, Brooks found a fascinating subject, flush with interesting questions: “How would China or Canada react to a pandemic?”
“What is the best way to stop a pandemic from spreading across the globe?”
“What would happen to the average person when their town/city is overrun?”
“What would our government do?”
“How would we rebuild?”
Brooks also chose the perfect format for this type of story - the story is told through interviews (dozens and dozens of interviews) with different people around the world who were at significant events/moments during the spread of the disease and/or the subsequent war.
“[It] is chemistry – or biology – it has nothing to do with hearts and flowers and the like. We are all, in our own way, completely and totally alone. If love is real, it is a complete and total failing of the intellect. It is utter self-destruction. It is pandemonium.”
Hiroyuki Nishigaki has once again surpassed rational thought and cut straight to the point: clenching your anus 100 times a day is both an obvious and malarkey-free cure for depression. And Nishigaki’s rectal breakthroughs can’t be compromised by such petty things as coherent English or scientific evidence:
“In addition your sex energy will begin to become strong again by constricting anus 100 times and denting navel 100 times everyday following the life style of long lived British. But, you had better reduce the frequency of ** and of ## to less then half If possible. If you are less than 40 or 50 years old, you may become impatient and want to rape secretively. You will not be able to sleep thirsting for a young beautiful woman or man almost all night at the beginning.“
[But most of the long lived British I've met ** and ## like five times a day and still want to rape secretively.]
In complex terms: Billy Argo was the boy detective - famous and unbeatable, the constant subject of newspaper headlines. He solved the mysteries of haunted candy factories and amusement parks.
Now in his thirties and living in a psychiatric halfway-home, Billy’s life is on the decline. Recent odd happenings force him to resurrect his childhood vocation: Who is making entire buildings in the city disappear, who is the mysterious pickpocketing woman in pink, who is the man with no face, and - the biggest question of all - what happened to Billy’s sister Caroline?
What does a boy detective do when his arch enemies are now elderly and senile, and will he ever regain the lost purpose and enthusiasm of his youth? This is a beautiful story of loss and failure and the struggle to continue on.
Meno also adds wonderful emersive details to this story: coded messages that you, the reader, must decode and an awesome super-secret hidden story.
I got this in a used bookstore. 1972. Naked Yoga. Awesome.
[click on the tiny photo for multiple images; NSFW, though nothing vulgar]:
Step 1 - Get a Persian rug.
Step 2 - Grow long, frizzy hair.
Step 3 - Strip.
Step 4 - Get comfortable with seeing your own buttocks hovering over your head.
Two books I am currently in love with (and they have no words, only pictures):
“Wanderlust” by Troy M. Litten - A wonderful collection of travel photos that sum-up a profound principle: the journey can be as dynamic as the destination. Litten’s photos capture the world of transit around the globe: an orange-tiled hotel bathroom, cryptic restroom signs, airplane meals, greasy food carts on the street, vivid taxi paintjobs, cups of coffee in 18 different hotels and restaurants.
“Point It” by Dieter Graf - this book just may be the most brilliant travel tool ever devised. Graf has created a language-free travel dictionary; namely, it is a pocket-sized book of photos of nearly anything that one would need (or one might encounter) while travelling. You don’t know the Russian word for “eggplant” - just point at the picture of it on the vegetable page. You can’t speak Mandarin and you want to know what meat you’re eating - the waiter can point to the deer, the cow, the goat, the bunny, the elk . . .
Dieter Graf, thank you for saving my ass in Estonia more than once.
[For those of you who are not knee-deep in geekery]: Cthulhu (usually pronounced KThoo-Loo) is a sinister ancient deity from the works of early 20th century science fiction writer H.P. Lovecraft. Cthulhu is described as being gigantic and green, with rubbery skin, having an ‘octopus head’, a large belly, claws on its hands and feet, and thin wings emerging from its back. In Lovecraft’s universe, Cthulhu came to Earth (from somewhere in the distant cosmos) hundreds of millions of years ago and currently rests undead and “dreaming” among the remains of the buried alien city of R’lyeh, which lies beneath the most desolate area of the South Pacific (47° 9′ S, 126° 43′ W). In Lovecraft’s story “The Call of Cthulhu,” Cthulhu is described as contacting people in their dreams (usually in mid-March), and by these means Cthulhu generates cults of human worshippers around the world who await his eventual awakening; according to Lovecraft, the powerful leaders of the Cthulhu cult live “in the mountains of China.”
Location: Kepler’s Books in Menlo Park, CA. In a sea of thousands awaiting the new Harry Potter book.
Local Time and Date:
11:30PM, July 20th, 2007. 30 minutes until we find out what happens to Harry! OhMyGod!
Local Mood:
Compared to the premier of the iPhone, there are actually less people dressed like Harry Potter. And more Yodas. I can understand the 2,000+ costumed kids at this literacy cluster-f***, but the hundreds of dressed up 20- and 30-year-olds reek of a Dungeons & Dragons convention.
My Mood:
Do I personally care? No. Haven’t even seen all the movies. No robots or nudity. Don’t get me wrong - any author who can get millions of children excited to read while simultaneously pissing-off the religious right is a national hero. But when there is a 45 year old man running around in a cape pushing his way to the front of the line to buy a book, we’ve moved beyond literature - J. K. Rowling has invented crack for geeks (or the antidote for sexiness).
“People who go to seminars and come away from them thinking they no longer have fears are a real nuisance . . . Seminar people are a pain in the ass. In a pinch, it’s always easiest just to blame your parents. Your parents’ mistakes are your get-out-of-jail-free card.”
A while back a friend introduced me to the world of book swapping/recycling via “PaperBackSwap.com”. This maybe old news to some, but it was such a great idea I thought I’d share it with you blogsters.
You take all your paper back books that your willing to trade and list them on the site. It’s real easy, you use the bar code numbers and it just knows what you talking about, and even how much postage to use. When someone requests a book from your list, you print out the wrapper at home (the site does it all for you!), attach stamps, and let the mail carrier pick it up. Then you earn credits for each book rec’d and you get to pick from what’s available or make a “wish list”.
I love it. I got rid of a ton of crappy self help books (they were my mom’s I swear!) and now I have a whole shelf of awesome literature I’ll never have time to read! PBS will even show you a map of where all your books have traveled - making you feel all the more hippie and world beat. There’s also “SwapaCD.com” – now I have a way to get rid of that Living Colour CD…
Summer is here and Conn and Hal Iggulden’s “The Dangerous Book for Boys” is the perfect guidebook for entertainment in the great world outside of Xbox, television, the internet, and DVDs - for both children and adults, boys and girls. This entertaining children’s manual is nicely illustrated with 1950’s-1960’s textbook graphics and contains how-to instructions for countless fun things: crystals, go-carts, tree forts, how to play poker, codes, juggling, bows and arrows, dog tricks, make your own flashlight, et cetera. This book also contains a cornucopia of interesting short essays and information tables on subjects that are sure to entertain young and old kids: insects and spiders, tying knots, pirates, famous battles, first aid, dinosaurs, a history of artillery, navigation, clouds, the Seven Wonders of the World, etc.
All of my friends’ kids are getting this for Christmas and birthdays (though I had to buy a copy for myself first).
A nice video from the publisher, demonstrating the range of materials in this book.