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    • Tolkien: the gateway author to fantastic realms!
      • Father's reading list for me included Kipling, Maugham, and Chandler. He purchased anthologies of London and Hammett.  When I expressed a interest in the science fiction and fantasy genre, after having read Madeleine L'Engle's A Wrinkle In Time series, he found a set of Jules Verne books to read.


        hobbit

        Father was a stickler when it came to literature.

        Authors must have a good command of the English language, he said, and very few authors who write for young adults do. Authors must use proper grammar. They must make good use of an expansive vocabulary, rather than pander to the lowest common reader.They must apply strong tense structure. To him, any author that correctly applied the future perfect tense was an author of merit. 

        His reading list for me included Kipling, Maugham, and Chandler. He purchased anthologies of London and Hammett.  When I expressed a interest in the science fiction and fantasy genre, after having read Madeleine L'Engle's A Wrinkle In Time series, he found a set of Jules Verne books to read.

        They bored me. All of them. I wanted Piers Anthony. Alan Dean Foster. Heinlein! In rebellion, I turned to comic books - quick, action-oriented, easy to hide behind other things. These, of course, were the antithesis of reading material to him, and being caught with a comic book meant a smack in the head and time in the corner, plus more assiduous attention to what I read in the future.

        And then one Christmas I discovered - Tolkien. A cousin had decided that The Hobbit would be a great present for me, and to my surprise, my father let me keep it in my bookshelf, wizards and talking eagles and all! I read that book cover to cover until the pages fell off the spine in weary clumps. I found the Lord of the Rings books in the library and carried them into the house in plain sight, rather than stuffing them in the bottom of my backpack. Here was an author that graced both worlds of acceptable literature and interesting fantasy!

        From there it was a short jump to the Narnia series, and while fantasy and sci- fi was never truly invited into the family bookshelves, it was begrudgingly given a corner of a shelf in my room.

        To this day I cite Tolkien as one of my favorites, although I have many others since then. Neil Gaiman can do little wrong. I fell in love with Peter S. Beagle's Last Unicorn, and have in my collection a first edition of his Fine and Private Place. Older now, I dabble a bit with the material father gave me, and found a love for Steinbeck.  But the O.G.: Tolkien.

      • answered by NotWhoYouThink on 02/25/2012
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    • Dust: A Lament
      • The tedium of dusting is only exacerbated by how much one accumulates.


        Week 12 - Dust Bunny Large Enough To Have a Name

        Dust. It taunts you as it multiplies. It laughs as you get yet another tool, another thing to try to conquer the thin grey sheen that covers the furniture, gets into the splits of the venetian blinds, congregates beneath the beds and dressers. Sure, there are gadgets, things seen on television, but none of them fit the bill. They don't fit the bill because there's not one type of venue where dust can be found, like the vacuum robots find dirt on the floor. Dust builds up on the tops of ceiling fans, where one would imagine it would be shaken off once they are turned on. It settles on the tops of books, sifting between the pages, only to poof out as the book is opened - a petulant response for unread words. It clogs up the exhaust vents of the various fans in your house, resides in the crannies between the space bar and the letter "m," bunching up beneath the keys. The dust bunnies beneath the beds should be stunt actors in Monty Python skits, yet more vicious, more legendary, as they split up and conquer that darkened space despite the determined thrust of the vacuum.

        The tedium of dusting is only exacerbated by how much one accumulates. As you trudge through your home, duster in hand, only to find yet another place where dust may hide, you're reminded that a simple life -- one with only a big screen TV, a couch, and perhaps a coffee table with nice, flat surfaces -- is the best life.

      • answered by NotWhoYouThink on 01/31/2012
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    • Chance favors the prepared mind.
      • "Those who trust to chance must abide by the results of chance." Calvin Coolidge.


        Feng Shui

        When I graduated junior high school, my friends predicted that I would be a rock star. It was a tongue-in-cheek sort of prediction, because I was exactly the opposite sort of person that would become a rock star.

        When I graduated high school, a different set of friends predicted that I would be a success, because "things come easy to me."

        When I graduated college... Well, I can tell you that things do not come easy to me. There's work involved. There's thought. Planning. Analysis. You need to check all the angles. Map out the floor plan. Arrange all the furniture properly. If you don't, well, you get whatever comes at you. And that will be a jumbled mess of crap.

        The Chinese used a system called feng shui to arrange their buildings according to the laws of both heaven and earth. Lay out things right, keep your world uncluttered, and qi just flows to you, surrounds you. That sort of planning is a metaphor for life. Just as you situate your belongings in a way most auspicious, so should you situate yourself in a way that best benefits you.

        So no, I am not a rock star, although I daydream a little when playing Guitar Hero. But perhaps I don't have to work as hard to attain happiness in life, and that makes it seem like I'm a lucky fellow. But that's only because I made it happen that way.

      • answered by NotWhoYouThink on 09/30/2011
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    • My Favorite Month
      • Tucson Monsoons, 2010

        August, but not the August where I live. A Southern California August is usually hot, dry, and then hotter. Even the weathermen get bored here, asking banal questions like: "How long will the heat last?" when they know damn well the answer is: "October.". If I were to vote for my favorite month in where I live, I would say April. Not too hot, not cold at all. Some rain, mostly sun. Plenty of time before the "May Gray" and "June Gloom" blankets the land.
        But if I could specify location, I would have to say: southern Arizona, in August.
        There's not much going for Southern Arizona the rest of the year, I'll admit. But when August rolls around, and the storms roll in, it's a magical place. Thick banks of cumulous clouds would sweep into clear skies, releasing a downpour of rain and lightening, shaking the land with thunder. Sit on the patio and watch the evening thunderstorms pass through, let your senses come alive as the rain ignites the desert sage, flooding the air with its aroma. Watch the lightning cut across the sky, dancing from cloud to cloud and then arcing down to kiss the ground, and you could understand why your ancestors believed in gods. Should the storm pass through right as the sun set, you were blessed with a brilliant pallet of colours painting a moving canvas, living art at it's best.

      • answered by NotWhoYouThink on 08/06/2011
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