Category Archives: Dear Diary

What I’m Reading: This Alien Shore

Friedman is one of the few authors I will buy the moment i see the new offering, beginning with her first novel, In Conquest Born in 1986 (gods, that makes me feel old). Her characters are exquisitely drawn, her worlds rich, and her story-telling skills superb. More importantly, she’s an author who fulfills the promise to take me somewhere new.

This Alien Shore opens with a young girl’s frantic escape from the Habitat orbiting Earth that has been her home, just before it is blown up in a a corporate raid. A last message from her mentor raises more questions than it answers. She learns that she’s been part of a highly secret, highly illegal experiment that “modded” the communication and data storage systems in her head. And someone is willing to kill her to keep others from getting access to it

Throughout the novel are questions of humanity via the central premise of its universe: what is human? Is it a matter of how it looks or follows social norms? Is it only confirmed at the genetic level — in which case what is the ‘baseline’ for measurement? Is it human to control sanity via chemicals (drugs or ‘natural’)? To alter the brain for maximum creativity? How can two cultures — both ‘human’ interact when their frames of reference are wildly incompatible, if not mutually exclusive.

The Guerans were especially fascinating: a world where insanity (as we would define it) is understood and appreciated while being cultivated and controlled — by the individual, not the state — as pathways for specific genuis. (It was interesting to try to figure out what disorders these people had. I recognized people with autism, Tourette’s, obsessive/compulsive disorder, and paranoid schizophrenia.) This is a society based on polite formulas to mitigate the clash between ‘clans’ as represented by various animals — lion, spider, snake, otter, etc.

These ‘power animals’ if you will, further the mythic quality Friedman tends to weave into her novels. The anniq — the naturally occurring rifts in space-time– is described like the icy waters of the Arctic, and dragons (sana) lurk within, waiting to eat the souls of unwary travelers.

As well, we are encouraged to think about the these of ‘define human’ by the universality of ‘net access. Today’s internet has become universal — literally. Where is the line between natural and unnatural when babies have implants so they are never denied their ‘right; to net access? For me, this writing takes Gibson’s best, and makes it readable. (I love his ideas, I hate how he expresses them.) In my opinion, the way she’s thought through how a computer virus would look and act in eight centuries is phenomenal.

Blurring

Another day where I will spend most of it working for my mundane job — about 6 hours worth, to be exact. The rest of my life is falling ‘behind.’ I know I’ll catch up, but its making me a tad crazy in the moment.

Exhaustion, not just a word…

… but a state of being.

Yesterday (7/1) I worked 16 hours. All told, my work week (starting on Monday) was 60 hours long. Amazing. I haven’t done this ot myself since I was in college and combining part-time work with an over-full class schedule.

My company moved from our quaint, but expensive and poorly designed office space inside a semi-converted house in a sweet neighborhood to a ‘regular’ office space on the fringes of downtown. We now have private offices and cubicles, as well as a real kitchen (seating for more than 12!), a library (which may actually get organized, now) and an environment where we all can see one another, daily.

I have to say, I’m pretty convinced that I’m going to get crap about the new space. The people I work with (and have ‘gone to bat for’ on numerous occasions) don’t think well of me. They are fools, as I am generous with those I manage and am always looking for a way to promote people into better places. Amusingly, they think the grass is greener elsewhere, but won’t just leave to find out. I’m going to get shit for having an office, and a corner one at that (although I didn’t choose it, but the Founder asked to switch with me and I said yes). I say: put in 15+ years of excellent, focused work in one area of expertise and then tell me I don’t deserve an office. In the end: I’m not sure how much longer I want to stay, even if the benefits are great and the pay is very good.

The sad part: I have to be at work on Monday, a day when everyone else in the company has off because I committed to making the common areas fully functioning for them. Will I get thanks? Maybe. The IT lady will be with me, because she’s a trouper and ‘gets’ the need for a functioning office when we start up again. One other person in the company offered to help with the move.

Oh my, I’m grumpy about this.

Vichyssoise

We seem to have moved from a wet spring to an overly hot summer in a day. Mostly, its cope-able (the ceiling fans are a lifesaver), but my younger cat (Shasta) has taken to vomiting in the afternoon. Since its only then, its likely heat-related. But she doesn’t display the other symptoms of heatstroke (dizziness, bright red/purple mucus membranes, wheezing, excessive fur licking) so I am remaining calm.

I spent almost an hour talking with author Denise Dumars (Be Blessed is her newest pagan-related work, Dark Archetypes [with Lori Nyx] was another). Greta lady, interesting conversation. She gave me some pointers about publishing with NP and we discussed the state of the publishing industry. She even asked to read a draft of Magickal Connections and to write a blurb!

:::happy me:::

Yes, I still get happy at being ‘recognized’ as an author and taken seriously. Its related to my innate self-depreciation (bad grammar: you can’t have any other form of self-depreciation, can you?). But its not an ‘issue’ so much as a natural sense of modesty.

Enough self-indulgence, back to work….

Dear Diary….

It’s going to be in the 90s today, pushing the envelope of tolerable for me. We had celing fans installed two weeks ago, today we’ll see how well they work.

Otherwise, I’m exhausted. The company moves next Saturday, and I’m in the final stages of the push towards the end. We have (as can be expected) some last minutes structrual changes in the new space, and if the timetable wasn’t full of about a week’s worth of slack, we wouldn’t make it. I’ve planned well, however, and I have pros all around, so I think we’ll do it. The details are taken care of, and I’m pretty sure I haven’t forgotten anything huge at this point. (That was last week’s worry.)

The book is coming along. This last week I had the pleasure of contacting a number of author acquaintances and asking them if they will read Magickal Connections (formerly: Magkical Group Dynamics) and provide a blurb. Almost all have agreed to do so — an ego boost of major proportions! — and many wanted to read the whole thing. Very cool for me. (Excuse me while I purr, will you?  puuuuurrrrrrrrr….) Its still in rough form after being STUFFED with 30,000 extra words, and I lack things like attributions and there’s a whole section that I lifted from the web that I’m deciding whether to keep, re-write to make completely relevant, or quote from (with permission, of course).

I am so very blessed by having support for my work. My desire now is to create a document worthy of the community I participate in.

Returning to Health

On Friday (June 2nd) I went to see my chiropractor for the first time in more than five years. He’s a nice guy who works in downtown Seattle, and has changed little since the last tiem I saw him.  His practice has changed, however and he does a lot of mental/energy work along with the adjustments.

Turns out that my recent ‘buzzing’ sensation along the outside of my arms is linked to a trauma when I was 12. I can’t describe to you the process he used to find that out, but suffice it to say that when he counted down to that age I swayed and almost lost my balance (after a brief sway for age 28). It was utterly amazing. My body literally spoke to me about what it was feeling. The perfect thing for this skeptic to experience.

His adjustment (before the energy work, which was a kind of ‘resetting’ of the bio-computer so the adjustment wouldn’t be immediately UN-adjusted) was intense, and nearly painful.

I felt great all weekend. Muy Thai on Saturday was a lot of fun (although I overdid it and injured my hip again, but it healed up by Sunday) and the first time John and I have managed to make the same session in too long. Best of all: no buzzing.