On being a fan. [Expanded version]

While I am far from being as OCD and committed a fan as many I know, I think I have a fairly good handle on what it means to be a fan.

I tend to be a completist, even for artists or writers that aren’t my very favourites, as much as my wallet will allow. So even though I don’t actually have every single thing that Radiohead has released, I managed (largely through a stroke of eBay) to accumulate something like 30? 40? separate titles in my iTunes. O, CD singles! I have seen them live many times, and will see them again next time they’re in the neighbourhood.

I am enough of a fan to read things that cross my path about things I’m interested in, although not necessarily committed enough to go out of my way to track down MOAR. This, I think, is largely a function of age, since not that long ago I was staying up all night in the interest of obtaining Radiohead tickets. These days, there aren’t many things I find that much more interesting than a good night’s sleep, especially on a school night.

I think I have read nearly everything that William Gibson has published since I became aware of him in the mid-late 80s (I think it was then, because I’m pretty confident I had read Neuromancer while I was at university, but I’m just not 100% sure), barring Agrippa, which is a self-destructing anomaly of a work from what I gather, with a (necessarily) limited audience. So I don’t feel bad about that. [Edited to add that Agrippa is available under the SOURCE CODE button on williamgibsonbooks.com, I've been informed. BAD FAN!!] I have all the novels, though, and have read most of the articles and essays, although some of them only recently with the release of the new collection, Distrust That Particular Flavor. And then because I’m fortunate enough to live in the same city he does, I usually get to see him speak/read on his book tours, although the number of authors I’ve bothered to go see live so far in my life can be counted on the fingers of one hand: Gibson, Douglas Coupland, and Michael Ondaatje, and then Neil Gaiman as an adjunct to his adorable wife, Amanda Palmer, whom I find fascinating.

So I’m not a really die-hard author groupie or anything like that, but I do read quite a lot. And I do read a fair number of “male” oriented books, if that’s a valid term, and I don’t read a particularly large number of “female” oriented books, for a female. (I read Tolkien and Hornblower and Ian Fleming and Conan-Doyle as a child/teen, as well as my Louisa May Alcotts and fairy books and Georgette Heyers and the odd bodice-ripper, for example, and my grown-up bookshelf has lots of Neal Stephenson and Gibson and Tom Clancy (till the politics intruded) and only a little Jilly Cooper corner (she is SO FUNNY) and then a lot of gender-neutral stuff like spy fiction (Le Carré and Ken Follett and Len Deighton) and lawyer stuff and “literary” fiction like Timothy Findley and Ondaatje.) I mean you are quite unlikely to ever catch me reading a Harlequin Romance, or these flimsy little “chick-lit” books you see at book stores’ cash registers. Nor am I a reader of “fantasy” as a genre, although the way those authors tend to have dozens of titles is attractive to me as a reader.

So when a girl at the Gibson reading the other night commented how there were so many females there as compared to, say, a Stephenson reading, and why did Gibson think that was the case? all I could think was, “Have you actually read any of Gibson’s books, and any of Stephenson’s?” because Gibson has had central, pivotal, strong female characters from the get-go, while Stephenson had pages and pages of … code. (I read Cryptonomicon first, so I tend to think of that as his first but of course it wasn’t. It still pretty much distills his themes, characters and style, though.) I like him well enough to have all of his stuff, and I read and re-read it, but it’s not as exciting and sexy to quite as many people as, well, Molly, is it? (and Tally Isham and Mona and Chevette and Chia Pet McKenzie and Hollis Henry and Cayce and and and!) (And my Mr has reminded me of several female Stephenson characters, like Nell and YT, and the one from System of the World, whose name I can’t think of, and we discussed this at dinner tonight, and sort of came to the conclusion that we both liked Gibson’s females better (nothing personal, YT!) and that even the SOTW one slept her way to where she went in spite of her prodigious brain power and financial wizardry, which, we agreed, while perhaps accurate to the time, was distasteful nonetheless.)

Anyway, to me it’s no mystery why there are fewer women at Stephenson readings than at Gibson readings, in spite of some really entertaining work on both sides. Although Gibson himself said that his audiences used to be basically all-male as well. Which then leads me to think about my friend Portia, who encouraged me to read Neuromancer in the 80s, and later Cryptonomicon, for that matter. She has always been plugged into the Sci Fi scene, and has been my tastemaker in these matters for decades. She also introduced me to Gaiman’s stuff, I think, long ago? anyway, I owe her a massive debt, obviously. She made me go to SIGGRAPH because SIGGRAPHs were full of smart geeky boys, and we both like smart geeky boys. And also, well, awesome computers and art and amazing parties and swag and stuff. So I was a billion times less branché than she, but I suppose we were pretty damn cool and kind of unusual for liking that kind of stuff, but I mean it seemed like such obvious stuff to like! and still does, to me.

On another note, someone else at the reading was asking a very long and convoluted question peppered with “clever” neologisms and simply fraught with drama about, basically, what Gibson thinks about the consumerist culture and never-ending need for new, better gadgets, and whether he felt guilty about possibly contributing to that or something.

And he was incredibly polite and considered in his answer, as he always is. (I would lose my mind if I had to answer the same questions as often as he does. The man is as gracious as a human being can be, I do believe.)

I would have said, “Well, if you read Pattern Recognition, Spook Country and Zero History, you’ll see that my protagonists tend to be allergic to labels and not terribly fond of, let alone enslaved by, gadgetry, while Hubertus Bigend is constantly, conspicuously, and rather unappealingly consuming basically everything at a level higher than most. So, no, I don’t feel guilty.”

Gibson has always struck me as the type of person to have one or two choice items rather than one of everything, in their dozens, one after the other, and I got that impression from his text long before I had seen him live and in person, and had that sense confirmed.

So but whatever. Sum of all of this is that I feel old, and unusually perceptive but I know the second part of that isn’t actually true :p I have read and re-read the canon, to the point that I am reasonably confident I have a sense of it, and its author. And while I’m not normally particularly articulate about it, I can say that I’m a fan, and proud to be so.

 

If somehow you are reading this and don’t read Gibson, you really should fix that. Start with the new non-fiction collection, even. If you’re going to start with Neuromancer, which really is a great book and deserved all of its awards IMO, see if you can somehow temporarily strip your brain of the intervening nearly 30 years of popular culture, because all that shit was not a cliché back then. I mean, truly. If that feels impossible and you suspect you’d make a face when you got to Trinity’s progenitor (and I mean, she is so much cooler and more complete a character than Trinity), start with Pattern Recognition, which sucked in a whole new generation of fans.

If you’d like some female-authored “speculative fiction” as they tend to call it these days, Lauren Beukes is a South African author about whom Gibson tweets, whose work I have enjoyed. I was introduced to Kate Griffin by a Gibson Board friend, and while I find her stuff a bit uneven, I think it’s worth reading and look forward to whatever comes next.

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Acronyms

I follow the Guardian’s style guide on the twitters, because they’re both informative and occasionally witty. I seldom disagree with them, although I suppose if I have a personal style it falls between theirs and Chicago (I use periods for things like Mr. and e.g., e.g.; but there are occasionally things where I prefer the more relaxed Guardian take). One thing I cannot stand about British usage, however, is taking acronyms to mixed-case, which nearly ALWAYS makes me stop to read a sentence again, whether they’re talking about AIDS or NATO or, as now, SOPA/PIPA.

Maybe it’s just because I frequently read recipes for and menus that have sopas, or have to mentally sift through a couple of languages before I hit the right one as it is, but I don’t believe in creating ambiguity where none need exist.

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Key Arena will have to do.

At least we got floor tickets!

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Coachella 2012

No, I’m not going (unless my numbers come up, in which case, hell yes! warmth and Radiohead, what’s not to like?).

My Main Distractor has indicated that he might not be averse to attending. Oh!

Coachella 2012 lineup

The new, 2-weekend, format

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A little love for…

Amanda.

My friend Amanda is a transplanted Sydneyite (Australia, that is), and she has a blog that you might have clicked on before from my list over there on the right. She takes pictures on film and Polaroid and digitally, and they’re pretty groovy.

Go visit her blog, and go see her Etsy prints and buy one for your house or your office, because they’re gorgeous and they will relax you and make you smile. And if you’re interested in learning more about taking pictures, explore the blog some more, because not only is there a lot of info there, she’s also teaching e-classes from time to time, and you might luck into a spot.

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For Fritz.

Slack Batterton dodged off the footpath, out of sight of his pursuers.

“Christ, that was close,” he muttered, wiping the sweat from his tanned brow. He looked around for a likely place to hide so he could rest for a while. It had been hours since he’d stopped running. Spying a depression in the ground, he quietly edged toward it, picking up some fallen branches that he pulled on top of himself for camouflage once he lay down.

Their eyesight is poor, he said to himself, shaking. They won’t be able to see me as long as I stay still.  Running for hours was not something that Slack Batterton was accustomed to; but fear can be a great motivator. How can I make it back to the chopper and get out of this Jurassic hell-hole? He caught his breath, then dodged from tree to tree, slowly making his way back to the small clearing where, thank God, Cindy waited in the helicopter.

“Get me the hell out of here!” he shouted as he approached the bird, and she fired it up and they swooped out over the canopy.

“Wait, Slack, was that…a chicken?” asked Cindy, not trusting her eyes.

For Cindy and Slack had landed in a remote jungle area that was home, not to reanimated dinosaurs, but giant chickens.

“Remember those stories about the Super Rats in New York City in the 1980s?” he said, over a double reposado, later, in the grimy hotel bar. “Guantanamera” played on the tinny radio.

“Sure,” said Cindy. “They grew resistant to the rat poison, and kept getting bigger and stronger, was the theory.”

“That’s right.  Darwinian rats, getting leached antibiotics from the water supply and scoffing at mere chemical rat poison. Growing two and three feet high.

“Well, something went wrong with these chickens, and I don’t know if it was HGH to make them grow bigger breasts or what, but they were ten feet tall!” Slack downed his tequila and motioned to the bartender for another. “I’m not going down there again, but I think I know someone who can.”

He pulled out his cell phone and checked for service. There was one bar. “I hope this goes through,” he said, punching in a number.

“Who are you calling?” asked Cindy, curiously. “The CIA or something?”

“No,” answered Slack. “The Purdue Company. It takes a tough man to make a tender chicken. I just hope he’s tough enough.”

 

ETA: Fritz has this thing for giant chickens, apparently.

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Yeah, I’m still alive.

Renos done, twice the time, twice the price, wahey.

Feel like I’m juggling many many things, but I’m not really. I do have lots of ideas and I’m kinda throwing a bunch of stuff out there to see what sticks.

Oh, and for NaNoWriMo this year, I’ve decided to get my last year’s effort into shape, which I’ve been meaning to do for nearly a year now! but if I can write the thing in a month, I should be able to edit it in a month, now that it’s had a year to gel.

Maybe for December I’ll do a month of music, and get that song that’s been in my head for so long nailed down, now that I have some good tools :D

Minxilla.com has been given over to the WGB July 2012 Meat, for now, and there are some plans percolating for that, as well.

Just not too chatty right now! or busy on the social medias.

Also, Go Occupy Wall Street! and down with overbearing police departments. Rubber bullets are not an appropriate response to non-violent demonstration in the USA. Oh, that pesky First Amendment.

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Social? Media

So there’s been a plethora of “new” social media lately. Well, if two = a plethora. OK, so not that many! but still, two remarkably similar (visually, at least) alternatives to Facebook, The Evil Grandaddy of Social Networking or whatever it’s called today.

First, by release, is Google+. Google+ had the advantage of being part of Google’s less-than-evil empire, and pretty good integration with all of their other stuff, which half the world already uses. I mean, I suppose I’m not necessarily typical, but I use GMail (several accounts), Google Apps for my business email, iGoogle to corral my RSS feeds and a few other bits and pieces, and I had tried Google Buzz and Google Wave, although they pretty much fizzled out in spite of some good things. So I could be more heavily-Googled than many, I don’t know.

So I got a coveted invitation, and quickly spread the joy as far as I could. People complained, “It doesn’t DO anything,” forgetting that the first component of one of these systems is the user: the user has to fill it up with pictures and jokes and stories and links and so on and so forth. It also needs a critical mass of users, which I think had been a problem with all of these Google things: where Facebook has been around for years now, and even your mom and your friend from 10th grade are all on there, they’re not on Google+ and not likely to join. And the hip thing about Google+ is the “circles” feature that lets you share things selectively, among certain friends but not others. But somehow we weren’t eager to invite all the old rellies and long-lost acquaintances of Facebook into our private circles.

Google has the +1 possibility, which is a little different from the Facebook “like” and has that implemented across other things like your Google searches. They also have the intriguing Huddle, which allows multiple users to video chat at the same time, like a super-Skype. Usage (mine and others’) has been kind of in fits and starts, the Google+, and then they added games. Well, I like a good game, so I started to play one. I got sucked in enough that I actually spent some cash money for credits. Their game is a LOT more expensive to play than the Facebook game I’ve put cash into. Like, exponentially more expensive. I finally had a “screw it” moment yesterday when for the billionth* time, it wasted minutes of use of my item that cost credits because the servers are overloaded or the game just isn’t built properly, or whatever the problem is, but I’m not into waiting for shit to load for minutes at a time.

So after Google+ came out, there were rumblings on the twitters that it looked a LOT like Diaspora*. Diaspora* was the original answer to Facebook, trying to capture all the people who leave Facebook in waves as various privacy barriers are breached. Diaspora* had been in alpha for a very long time (and I’d been on the waiting list for nearly as long, it seemed), but earlier this week or last week, they started talking about releasing invites, finally.

A friend got Wm Gibson to wrangle him an invite (excellent use of online resources), and he was kind enough to share with me.

Visually, it’s nearly identical to Google+ and if I were Diaspora…well, I guess all you can do is be flattered at the imitation. The Diaspora Aspects (stupid name, btw) were presumably the template of the Google+ Circles. No games yet, and a really empty, echoey feeling, but it is still in Alpha, officially, so we can expect things to get better.

I have more than 600 Facebook friends (many just game friends), and around 40 Google+ friends, and a mere 11 Diaspora* friends, so far. It’s hard to tell how it will be, but if they can successfully scale up to accommodate a bunch more users, I think they’re in with a chance.

We’ll see how it goes. If anyone wants an invite (to Google+ or to Diaspora*) do let me know and make sure I have your email.

* Possible exaggeration.

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Enzo is for sale!

My awesome scooter Enzo (because he’s Ferrari red, duh) is up for sale.

He’s a 2006 Piaggio Vespa LX50, automatic, with 12,600kms or something like that. he’s had a new belt, and a new rear tire, and been taken pretty good care of over the past 5 years! He took me back and forth to work almost all the time (except when it was snowy or icy) and handles fine, rain or shine.

He is as cute as a bug, and let me tell you he’s a magnet, I never talked to so many strangers in my LIFE until I got a scooter. People love scooters. Chicks, in particular, dig ‘em, so any chaps reading this who want to find a fun girlfriend, you might consider investing in a scooter, because girls will come and talk to you.

Enzo comes with the spiffy matching locking Vespa topcase (that’s what we call the little box on the back, it holds a picnic, or a couple of bottles from the liquor store and a bag from the grocery store, too, if it’s just groceries you’re hauling), and lovely chrome on the front bumper and body, as well as the groovy crashbars around the engine etc.

I got my motorcycle license and got a bigger scooter, but it looks JUST LIKE ENZO because Enzo looks so awesome!

Enzo

Look how shiny!

 

Reverse Angle

He’s just been serviced at Urban Wasp and is in great mechanical shape.  Drop me a comment if you’re interested!

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Collapsing…I can’t make the joke.

ANOTHER stage has collapsed, at Pukkelpop Fest in Belgium. That’s three (there was one in Ottawa a few weeks back and one at the Indiana State Fair last week). IIRC Ottawa resulted in injuries but no deaths, but with 5 dead in Indiana and 6 reported dead at Pukkelpop, that makes 11. I’m just shocked! and how horrible for everyone concerned. Oh, and DIY says that a Flaming Lips stage collapsed also, albeit before the show; I didn’t remember that one.

Is this due to shoddy workmanship in assembly? or just hyper-volatile weather?

It’s just so sad.

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