I’m pretty sure a single take on my cellphone is all this deserved.
Chords & Lyrics after the cut
I’m pretty sure a single take on my cellphone is all this deserved.
Chords & Lyrics after the cut
In this excellent piece, Bill Weir, opens with, “Every waking moment it seems we are fire hosed with pixels. [..] It’s easy to forget there are real people behind them. So it is a rare artist that can put a stranger into your Facebook feed and make you stop, and feel, and empathize.”
If I don’t check in on HONY every day, I go back and read his snaps. His work is beautiful. I can’t recommend checking it out enough, if somehow you’ve managed to avoid it.
You can pick up Stanton’s book on Amazon.
When in 2012, we were – I was with my father and someone came and she told us have you seen on Google if you search your name that the Taliban has threatened you, and I could not believe it, I said it’s not true, and even after threat we saw it; I was not worried about myself that much I was worried about my father, because we thought that the Taliban are not that much cruel that they would kill a child, cause I was 14 at that time.
But then later on I used to – I started thinking about that and and I used to think that the Talib would come and he would just kill me, but then I said: if he comes what would you do Malala?
Then I would reply myself: that Malala take a shoe and hit him, but then I said – then I said:
If you hit a Talib with your shoe then there would be no difference between you and the Talib, you must not treat others that much with cruelty and that much harshly, you must fight others but through peace, and through dialogue and through education.
Then I said: I’ll tell him how important education is and that I even want education for your children as well and I will tell him that’s what I want to tell you. Now do what you want.
Ingredients, all very approximate:
15oz can pumpkin
2t egg replacer
2T tapioca flour
2T potato starch
1T coconut flour
1/4t xantham gum
1T brown sugar
1/4c white sugar
1/2c gingersnaps, ground
1/2c coconut flour
2T cocoa powder (optional)
Preheat oven to 425º.
Melt butter in a saucepan, combine gingersnap crumbs and coconut flour (or use 1 cup of ginger snaps).
Cool enough to work into pie pan.
Combine all filling ingredients, mix thoroughly.
Fill crust with filling, lightly sprinkle surface with granulated sugar.
Bake at 425 for 10 minutes. Bake an additional 25-40 minutes, until surface stiffens and browns.
If the pie hasn’t set and has browned, cover with foil, poking holes to allow evaporation.
Starting strength of filling: approximately 30 proof.
Finished strength: Could probably get you drunk if you ate the whole thing.
Warning: This review contains minor spoilers!
Whereas in Lies of Locke Lamora the flashbacks jumped around quite a bit and told the story of how the Bastards came together, and in Red Seas Under Red Skies we had a much flashback story of the events between books one and two, the flashback in The Republic of Thieves we are treated to two complete stories in one cover: the main tale thrusts our protagonists under the thumb of the dreaded Bondsmagi of Karthain, as Locke and Jean are pitted against one of their own in a battle of political maneuvering; the “secondary” story tells a complete story of the young Bastards on a training mission to save a theater company by participating in a production. Of course, in neither tale does a thing go right.
The flashback is not entirely irrelevant to the main arc. In both tales we meet Locke Lamora’s long lost love Sabetha. Unfortunately, while both stories concern their sparring and coming together, we gain little insight into the life and motivations of Sabetha. By the end we have a fairly deep understanding of Locke Lamora’s feelings and motivations, but Sabetha remains largely a mystery. I suppose this may be because Lamora is THE Dramatis Personae of the series, but compared the rich and complicated relationship established between Locke and Jean Tannen, this relationship feels somewhat flimsy. The series is intended to range seven volumes, so I’m looking forward to some of the corners getting filled in.
While I really enjoyed both stories in this book, unlike in the previous books, this felt a bit like two books, mixed up, then stuffed in one cover at times. The jumping back and forth made reading this a bit stressful to get through than a more straightforward telling might have, or even the previous two books. I really did enjoy both stories, but I’m not sure whether or not I’d have preferred them standing alone. Political intrigue also doesn’t quite whet the palate like their grand capers and sea battles. Overall, I enjoyed the childhood story more than the adult one.
While I seem to have focused more on the negative aspects, it’s probably because the bar has been set so high by the previous volumes. Scott Lynch has developed a rich, textured, and mysterious world to inflict upon the Bastards, that we expect nothing but greatness behind every corner. The truth is I will be anxiously awaiting the next installment, and I expect that to continue as long as it takes for the series to unfold.
Compared to an Ocean’s 11-esque con job or a bloody pirate yarn, election rigging just doesn’t seem as high-stakes. Especially since the political plot is secondary to the love story between Locke and Sebetha.
I’m not particularly fond of Sebetha as a character. But I’m never fond of the sorts of female characters that exist only to sit on a pedestal for the protagonist. Sebetha has no motivation, no agency that doesn’t relate to Locke in some way. She’s not interesting on her own, but is only interesting as a companion piece to him.
Comparing that relationship to the rich, complicated and realistic friendship/brotherhood/bromance that Locke and Jean share… Well, there’s no basis for comparison at all. Locke and Jean are magical and I unabashedly say that I love them. Especially when they’re in one of their hurtful moments with each other, I want to hide under the blankets on my bed and shout “Mom and Dad! Stop fighting!”
As must be expected from a Gentleman Bastard novel, there’s a game running below the surface con. This time it’s bigger, more mystical and more mysterious but also somewhat hokey.
Luckily, Scott Lynch is such a talented, clever and downright addicting author that I loved the book as a whole, even while being annoyed with a lot of its parts. His real strength is dialog, especially of the deadpan snarker variety. I made sure to jot down several choice lines from the book, in case I ever have opportunity to use them in my life.
4/5 – Bryce W
Cory Kalanick, a firefighter from Fresno, California, came across a lifeless kitten while doing a sweep through a burned home. Kalanick quickly swept up the little guy, carried him out to the street, and fed it oxygen from a mask. After pouring water and petting the kitten, it was finally revived. The entire rescue was captured thanks to his helmet camera.
via: Kevin Conn
I’ve been watching Star Trek: The Next Generation for three years. As in, I started with episode one three years ago and I still haven’t made it to the final episode. For as many things as I like about the show (Patrick Stewart, Data and Riker’s bizarre way of sitting in a chair) there’s a few things that utterly infuriate me. Things like: the lack of long term consequences when characters do stupid things, the logical conundrum that is the Prime Directive and, of course, Wesley Crusher.
Damn, that’s one annoying character. Puts Luke Skywalker to shame.
So why did I read an autobiography of the guy who plays Wesley Crusher? One, I got the book as part of a Humble Bundle, with a bunch of other science fiction stuff. Second, John Scalzi really seems to like Wil Wheaton, and that’s a pretty good endorsement in my book.
And you know what? Wil Wheaton seems like a pretty neat dude. And his book is less about the Life and Times of Wesley Fuckstick Crusher and more about one man’s journey to find satisfaction and integrity in a world that works hard to keep those things away from him. Wheaton talks about Art and what sacrifices Art deserves and when it should be set aside for the sake of Practicality. He talks about the struggle to let go of the past or at least reconcile yourself with the past. Oh. And Star Trek. There are a few mentions of that.
So I had fun reading this book and even found it touching at times. I think I’ll start following Wil Wheaton on twitter.
But it still doesn’t make me like Wesley any better.
[editor's note: This is a great interview from Young Turks -JB]
As I ran through the streets I came to a place, a place far, far away from here, where the animals deferred from their nature to such an extent it nearly broke my mind. The fish swam through fields of grain. Elk and buffalo grazed at white, fluffy clouds.
And then I woke.
But waking was just stepping into a new dream. Everything I knew was wrong.
Life didn’t exist on the surface anymore. For a full generation humanity has only existed as farmers under the seas; or as military in orbit or based on the moon. The there are folk like me. Skydivers.
I suppose we would be something like the truck drivers I knew in my youth, but our job was too dangerous for anyone important. Our trucks had to be able to survive the depths of the ocean as well as the vacuum of space… not to mention I’m sitting on twin tanks of hydrogen and O2.
A diver would turn into a second sun about once a week. Their tanks would rupture during reentry, and that’d be it. At least it was a quick death. My brothers both bit it when their hydro-tanker imploded on splashdown. Long. Cold. Painful.
That was fifteen years ago. As far as these things go, I’m a freak. If you made it 10 years, you could earn an enlistment or go be a hand on a farm.
If you lived that long.
I’ve been going for 20 years. This is who I am. This is what I know.
[Photograph: Karen Nyberg/NASA]
Multi-talented twins Camille and Kennerly bring us some nerdy delight with their duet harp arrangements of some of our favorite themes from SciFi and Video Game Land. The twins are touring harpists and shoot at a number of striking locations. They have also appeared in several films both as actors and musicians.
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JB and I sat down last Thursday evening around 5:30 for our first movie theater marathon. The lucky trilogy to receive this honor? The Cornetto Trilogy. It is a trilogy in the loosest sense of the word (or so we thought). From the creative team of director Edgar Wright, and actors Simon Pegg and Nick Frost, along with a handful of regulars onscreen, including The Hobbit’s Martin Freeman, these movies are seemingly unconnected. Shaun of The Dead, a spoof on the zombie genre. Hot Fuzz, a spoof on buddy cop movies. And the newest and final installment, The World’s End, a drinking movie that goes horribly awry (but in a good way). None of the same characters are repeated from movie to movie. The films lack any sort of overarching plot. Why then, can these 3 separate films be considered a trilogy? Is the fact that Cornetto Ice Cream treats show up in each movie or the fact that inevitably someone tries to ineffectively hop over a fence really enough to tie them together?
As we sat through movie after movie after movie, a certain theme started to emerge. Pegg and Frost’s characters each go through a journey… at first Pegg starts out as responsible, then gets even more responsible, then ultimately snaps and ends up at the complete opposite end of the spectrum playing a ‘recovering’ drug addict trapped in reliving the past. Whereas Frost is Pegg’s counterpoint each step of the way, moving from weed dealer-low life-man-child, to “wants to do something right” son of the police captain, to finally the responsible one surmounting his addictions and being a twelve-stepper. And it is their relationship that is the core of each movie. In Shaun, these two characters’ friendship has long been established even though they seem an odd pairing. For Hot Fuzz, it’s a budding new one, and in World’s End, it is the mending of a broken friendship. And I feel like this is the reason that I can consider these films a trilogy.
More than zombies or murderers or robots, the heart of the movies (and they do have heart) is about true friendship. The Cornetto Trilogy proves that you can take films that are on the surface fun, light homages to certain genres, and infuse them with something more. You can tell that the friendships extend past the film itself and into the film-making process of Wright, Pegg, and Frost. This is why these films have a large dedicated number of followers willing to sit for six hours in a dark movie theater watching these relationships unfold. It’s about the love and that is why, at the end of the night, we exited the theater smiling.