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Ruler of Naught: Coming December 27 from Book View Cafe

Ruler of Naught

Updates:

December 28: Sherwood and I talk about how ebook publishing let us dive into rewriting a 20-year-old space opera at Scalzi’s Big Idea.

December 28: Sherwood Smith talks about Star Wars, Dave Trowbridge, and the Zing! of inspiration.

December 27: Deborah J. Ross talks about The Lesbian Chocolate Sex Scene, or Life With Exordium.

December 27: The The Phoenix in Flight is on sale for $0.99 through January 27th to help new readers get started on the series.

In the sequel to The Phoenix in Flight, Brandon vlith-Arkad, who fled the Mandalic Palace and his old life only hours ahead of assassination, is now heir to the Panarchy. He only wants to rescue his father, the Panarch. But everyone wants of piece of him. The Dol’jharians, who smashed the Panarchy and took his father prisoner. A Rifter pirate and her crew, who helped him escape a doomed planet—twice—and now wonder what to do about a royal prisoner with the price of ten planets on his head. And the remnants of the government of the Thousand Suns, for whom he’d at best be an inconvenience.

And that’s before things go seriously pear-shaped. Racing ahead of the light-speed news of their attack with FTL comms and weapons looted from a fortress built millions of years ago, the Dol’jharians and those Rifters allied with them are consolidating their victories. Elements of the Panarchist Navy struggle to understand what’s happening, find surviving units, and strike back. And Eusabian of Dol’jhar, now master of the Mandala from which his defeated enemy once ruled the Thousand Suns, awaits news of the Heart of Kronos, the missing key to ultimate power.

Which lies in the hands of Brandon’s captor. The chase is on, and unexpected detours await.

Sherwood and I are fortunate to have the services of the talented Rhiannon Rasmussen-Silverstein as cover artist for the revised edition of our space opera, Exordium. Book Two, Ruler of Naught, comes out December 27th from Book View Cafe, and Rhi has captured perfectly the feeling of the book. It carries forward the theme of the new cover she did for The Phoenix in Flight, which will continue with the next three books.


 

When a Book Can Change You Forever

In the acknowledgements for the 10th anniversary edition of American Gods, Neil Gaiman mentions “the inimitable Harlan Ellison, whose collective Deathbird Stories burned itself into the back of my head when I was still of an age where a book could change me forever” (my emphasis).

At Loscon this year, Sherwood Smith, Deborah, and I will be doing an “unpanel” inviting participants to share their experience of such a book or story with others. This won’t be your usual “we talk, you listen” format, but a structured “deep listening” exercise designed to let everyone be heard. We’ll start with an introduction by Deborah, then Sherwood will talk about deep reading and how it relates to deep listening, and then I’ll introduce the format.

Here’s the handout we’ll have for people who show up late, which explains the process.

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The Parable of the Young Man and the Old

So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned, both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake, and said, My Father,
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb for this burnt-offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps,
And builded parapets the trenches there,
And stretched forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo! an angel called him out of heaven,
Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him. Behold,
A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns;
Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him.
But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.

Wilfred Owen

Wilfred Owen was killed in action one week before the Armistice. His mother received the news of his death a week later as the church bells were ringing out in celebration.

God bless Peru

We got our the first red potatoes of the season yesterday. They started life as about 50 potatoes that neighbors gave us two years ago because they’d sprouted. I didn’t harvest last year because the plants didn’t do well. This year they came back up more vigorously.

red potatoes in cardboard box

Red potatoes from alley plot

There are about six more rows that should yield this many or more, so we’re looking at 30-40 pounds of potatoes. That’s actually not a very high yield, but the soil in that part of the garden is very poor. It was once a road, which was “metaled” (oiled) in the 5os, creating an impermeable hardpan that’s now about eight inches down, locking the soil away from the nutrients contributed by the oak leaves and acorns that fall everywhere. Two years ago, when we got the potatoes, I broke up the hardpan in seven rows with a pickaxe, but it will take several seasons to bring up the fertility sufficiently.

Here’s the row after I dug up the potatoes. I took the opportunity to widen it by digging up more hardpan on each side. The black strip down the middle is the T-tape irrigation, which had been buried.

trench in garden with spade and garden fork

A potato trench after harvest

Once I’ve finished the harvest, I’ll fill the trenches in with an aged horse manure and sawdust mixture and some oak mulch, layer some dirt over it, and plant fava beans for the winter. That will get things ready for corn and curcurbits next year.

Friday evening we pressure-cooked the potatoes and had them with butter and a bit of salt and pepper. Creamy and delicious–potatoes, too, are better fresh from the garden!

A new mesopredator in our semi-feral garden

Gayatri in the garden for the first time (From Blog Pictures)

I maintain a semi-feral garden to encourage a lively ecology of beneficial insects and predators, which tends to minimize the need for intervention to control pests.

To attract bees, small wasps and other useful insects I let catnip, feverfew, foxglove, white clover, lemon balm, borage, bee balm, marigolds, Love-Lies-Bleeding Amaranth, German chamomile, and a variety of flowering weeds come up anywhere there aren’t vegetables. Yarrow, fennel, a huge drift of self-sowing parsnips (very attractive to ladybugs and finches) in the back alley plot, and a blackberry patch do their bit as well. There are plenty of random edibles too: purslane (great Turkish-style in yogurt thinned with olive oil along with diced tomatoes and mint) and arugula are everywhere, garlic is starting to establish itself, and the asparagus patch is spreading west.

The foundations of the garden sheds are unscreened, so we generally have one skunk family a year for rodent control: no gophers for four years now. (The dog is not allowed in the garden, nor outside after dusk.) Wood piles here and there shelter garden snakes, so we have little trouble with pillbugs and earwigs, and the rodent population is only occasionally a problem. We live in a small oak grove, so prolific with acorns that squirrels don’t do much more than steal an occasional apple. In fact, up until this week, the only troublesome animal has been raccoons: I have to put an electric stock fence up each year when the Syrah grapevines reach veraison to have any grapes at all.

But a couple of days ago I saw a brush rabbit in my garden, perhaps attracted by the white clover throughout the garden, one of a rabbit’s favorite foods. Up with that I will not put, for we’re getting a lot of produce out of our garden now–all of tonight’s dinner except the salmon: cucumber salad, German butterball potatoes pan-fried with red onion, and Sunburst squash. And I’m not willing to share more than a few nibbles, which is not the kind of behavior one can expect from lepine invaders.

So we’re introducing a new predator to the garden:I spent a few hours outside with our two young cats, who’ve lived indoors since we got them from the animal shelter. The garden is securely fenced against dogs and coyotes (we haven’t heard any of the latter for five years; bobcats have been more common), and I’m introducing the cats to the outdoors a couple of hours at a time. They won’t be out at night.

Our little pirate cat, Gayatri, although quite vocal, and determined to follow me everywhere for the first hour or so, loved it. Pretty soon she was dashing across the garden and up the fruit trees (there are going to be some very surprised squirrels), or crawling under the garden shed (where the rabbit vanished to when I came upon it). Didn’t find anything. Yet. The fact that she has only one eye didn’t slow her down at all; she’s long since learned to move her head to give herself depth perception.

By contrast, our large black cat, Shakir, did not enjoy the experience. He hid in the orchard (semi-dwarf apple and pears trees) and ventured out into the former vineyard only a couple of times. He’ll adapt, I think. He seemed reassured by Gayatri’s relative insouciance, and even started to stalk her a couple of times until paranoia reasserted itself.

I’m hoping that the cats’ presence, their scent, and their scat here and there will discourage the bunnies, and other small furry pests. I’ll be monitoring their predation, and controlling it as much as I can (for instance, they won’t be allowed out if I hear quail moving through the neighborhood). I suppose we’ll be receiving gifts on the doorstep too as Gayatri and Shakir do their part for the household economy.

What a Good Dog!

Our German Shepherd Dog Oka had a vet adventure today, and his good behavior saved his owners several hundred dollars.

From Blog Pictures

Oka is almost eleven, although he still moves like a much younger dog, with that uncanny floating trot that only the GSD has. But for several years he has suffered from pannus (chronic superficial keratitis), an immune-mediated inflammatory condition of the cornea that is most often seen in GSDs. Untreated, it leads to blindness, but it is easily controlled by corticosteroid eye drops.

However, being steroids, these drops result in an immune-compromised tear film, which raises the risk of infection. About a month ago, Oka developed an indolent ulcer on the cornea of his left eye. Our vet tried stopping the steroids and putting him on a course of topical antibiotics plus Metacam (an NSAID), but it still didn’t heal. So today I took him to Ann Gratzek, the local animal ophthalmologist.

The usual treatment for an indolent ulcer is a superficial keratotomy: basically playing tic-tac-toe on the dog’s cornea with a needle to promote the migration of surrounding epithelial cells. This is done with a topical anesthetic. But after beginning the procedure, Dr. Gratzek decided that Oka’s ulcer was too deep and a superficial keratectomy was called for, which usually requires general anesthesia, or at least heavy sedation.

Here’s the amazing part: she just switched to the proper knife and kept going, and Oka sat there and let her slice away the surface of his cornea until all of the degenerative tissue was gone. I was straddling his back and gently holding his muzzle while the vet tech assisted in stabilizing his head, but apart from a bit of a grumble during the prep (before the actual surgery), Oka was pretty much relaxed, and didn’t try to move. He got lots of cookies, and lots of praise, and walked out with a brand-new contact lens in his eye to protect the cornea while it heals.

Right now he’s chilling out in the living room on Tramadol, a narcotic painkiller, which has so far spared him the Cone of Indignity, but I’m watching him carefully to make sure he doesn’t start rubbing his eye. With any luck, his recheck in a week will reveal a healed cornea, and the inevitable granulation will fade over time, leaving only a minor impairment of his vision (and I suspect, that like 30% of GSDs, he’s rather nearsighted, so that probably won’t make any difference).

Westercon 2011

Deborah and I will be at Westercon 64, with bells on. Here’s my schedule, with my own take on the subjects.

Friday @ 2:30 California room

History Is Written By The Winners. How much of what we know about bunk history may be wrong and how do we find out?

Friday @ 4:00 PM (Crystal room)

Book View Café. I think I’m on this panel even though I’m not a member because I’m co-author of one member and husband of another. Come and find out more about this fast-growing author’s cooperative that has branched out from backlist resurrection to original fiction.

Saturday @ 10:00 AM (Gold room)

Alien Language. I do not think that word means what you think it does. In fact, what you think is a word was actually my digestive system. Oh, you mean that’s how you talk?

Saturday @ 11:30 AM (Valley room)

From Hell to the Boardroom. Belial, Beelzebub, Devil & Orgy was once an Alfred Bester joke. Now it’s becoming common in horror. All about corporations as the new source of evil in horror. Less filling or more taste?

Saturday @ 4:00 PM (Imperial Ballroom Reading Area)

Science fiction readings. Mike Moscoe, Deborah J. Ross, and I read from our science fiction.

Sunday @ 2:30 PM (Regency Ballroom 2)

Fantasy and Monarchy. Why do most fantasy worlds presuppose monarchy? Can we update this tradition, or put a new spin on it?

It Stops Here

I will not raise my precious child to kill your precious child.
And if it is within my power, I will
not hand over my beloved child to others
to kill your beloved child, or
to learn how to kill the one you cherish.

–Fr. Emmanuel Charles McCarthy.

(From LewRockwell.com via The Western Confucian)

Dirt Soufflé

One of the nicest things you can do for the vegetables in your garden is make them a dirt soufflé by double digging, as outlined in John Jeavons’ indispensable How to Grow More Vegetables and Fruits (and Fruits, Nuts, Berries, Grains, and Other Crops) Than You Ever Thought Possible on Less Land Than You Can Imagine. Basically, you dig a trench across one end of the bed about the depth of your garden spade and remove the soil for use in building your compost pile. (At this point, since I’m not fully Biointensive yet, I sprinkle in a little Sustane organic fertilizer and some rock phosphate—yes, I know the latter is not a sustainable practice, and I hope to get to phosphate self-sufficiency someday.)

Raised garden bed created by double-digging

A Dirt Soufflé

Then you loosen the soil at the bottom of the trench to the depth of your garden fork. Now cut out another trench next to this, and move the soil into the first trench, trying to disturb the soil block as little as possible. (This will be easier if the soil was well watered the day before.) Loosen the soil thus exposed, and repeat until you reach the other end of the bed. Now rake the soil towards the last trench starting from the other end until the bed is even. Spread a two-inch layer of compost over the bed and fork it in. (I usually add some humic acid and worm castings at this point.) Water well and let rest for 24 hours before planting, using a large piece of plywood that spans the bed to kneel on to avoid compacting the soil. Never step in the bed!

Voilà: a dirt soufflé! Your vegetables will be exploding with delight, as they need spend very little energy pushing down roots into the airy depths of the bed. One of the big benefits of double-digging is that it doesn’t disrupt the mycelial networks that plants depend on for nutrient uptake as much as tilling does. Soil is a living thing, and tilling wounds it severely.

Above is a 4’ by 10’ bed I finished today: you can see that even after taking out about 4 cubic feet of soil from the first trench, the bed is still about 4 inches higher than the compacted soil around it because the soil is so fluffy. This bed took me about two hours total, but I’ll speed up as I get back into shape. Bonus: it’s great exercise that works all the major muscle groups!

Double-digging looks quite labor intensive, but because you can plant vegetables in much denser arrays, it actually consumes less time per calorie harvested. Last year we harvested somewhere between 12 and 15 dozen carrots from a 4’ by 4’ double dug bed! After the initial double-digging, you can make do with a U-bar digger for several years before double digging again.

But don’t stint on your garden spade and fork, because they’re the foundation of double-digging and you will want tough, ergonomic ones. In the photo, you can see my Fiskars Big Step Garden Spade and Garden Fork. These are longer (47”) than the standard kind, and if you’re taller than 5’6” or so, you’ll appreciate the extra length, which means you don’t have to bend so much when using them. They’re all steel with a replaceable heavy-duty plastic handle, and a nice big corrugated step where your foot goes when pushing them into the soil.

If you’ve never done it, I encourage you to give double-digging a try, even if only in one bed. I guarantee, you won’t go back to standard gardening as long as your back holds out—and the exercise will probably help make your back stronger and less likely to betray you! And your food bill will go down, that I can guarantee.

The Rapture is an Alien Plot

Photo by Marc Nozell used under a Creative Commons license.Have you ever noticed that belief in The Rapture seems to correlate pretty strongly with an unhealthy interest in the way other people behave, not to mention a certain obliviousness to one’s own behavior?

Fred Clark touches on this from time to time both in his brilliant chapter-by-chapter dissection of the Left Behind novels and in more general posts in his Slacktivist blog, which I highly recommend.

But for now I just want to riff off of that perception, based on fond memories of  two old-favorite science fiction novels as the jumping-off point: Wolfbane by Frederick Pohl and C.M. Kornbluth, and Lords of the Psychon by Daniel F. Galouye. (They’re both long out of print, but you can find copies of both at AbeBooks.com.)

If that correlation is true, the Rapture meme would be a pretty good way for aliens  to identify brains that enjoy enforcing rules. And then harvest them.

Which means that on May 22, Rapture believers could find themselves installed in a traffic light on Mars.

Daniel F. Galouye

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