Mar. 14th, 2005

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I rode my bicycle in to work this morning. It was quite the trip, and to my surprise I didn't feel nearly as racked out as I expected. I fully expected to feel dizzy and dead by the time I rolled into the office, but instead after a few minutes, a big glass of water, and some coffee I felt fine, even productive. I'm not sure how that happened, but I don't object.

At first, I was wondering what the Hell I was doing. It was 35°F outside, and all I was wearing was a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. But after getting to the uphill, I felt much better and managed all the way to the park-and-ride without freezing to death. I took the bus into town, and then rode across the city to Queen Anne and then halfway up the hill to my office. I brought the bike inside; I have an early Giant brand lock, which once upon a time was among the best but today can be hacked in under a minute with a two dollar tool available at any office supply store.


A publishing house apparently felt it necessary to clarify that when someone in the bible is "stoned," it doesn't mean they're high, it means they're dead.


One of the discs I ripped and compressed this weekend was Steve Reich's Different Trains, which is one of the more fascinating, if depressing, works Reich has done. (It's also backed by Kronos, so it's doubly delicious in that avant garde' kinda way.) I did it at 44100 KhZ and 192bps, and it sounds... different. I can't quite say why, qualitatively, but I'll work on trying to understand the difference. Not bad in a way, just odd, as if some harmonics were being prioritized differently from what I'd expect.


One of my quiet favorite webcomics is Scary Go Round. It took me a long time to appreciate John Allison's work, but eventually it took hold. ("Like an incurable fungus," I hear Shelly say.) It's devastatingly funny in a satisfying way; the laughs aren't cheap, even when they're direct, and that's a very hard line to maintain. Allison makes it look easy and that's the mark of a craftsman. Check it out.
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I picked up Fur For All hoping for a good "furry" smut novel, but it qualifies as "interspecies sex" only in the same way Superman slash qualifies: our werejaguar hero, Rafe, stays in human form for almost the entire book; there is one short scene where he transforms just long enough to intimidate the heroine. His werewolf friends never transform at all; we see them entirely in human form. The love scenes, while hot, always begin with Rafe battering past Tess's weakly-voiced objections because "she doesn't really mean it." Not nice, although by pretty much the second scene they'd agreed on a protocol by which "no" didn't really mean "no"; she'd have to kick him in the balls or something if she really wasn't in the mood. (As one of her friends puts it, "You've been boinking him seven and three quarters of the past eight days.")

But the sex is hot, in a better-than-Harlequin-Blaze way. The plot is silly. The characters are some dense flavor of cardboard, not quite flat but hardly fully developed. Still, I ended up liking Tess, if not the way "destiny" drove her along.

But if you're looking for great girl-on-jaguar sex, it isn't in here. It's an erotic romance novel, its aim is for some mainstream acceptance, and it's not going to do anything that might threaten that.

As an aside, I tried reading the published excerpt from the BDSM SFnal book, Gates of Hell, from the same publisher. I couldn't even finish it. It's a set piece with contrivances that are deader than a Star Trek novel with Shatner's name on it. Why do all BDSM SF novels start with the assumption that not only does mind control work perfectly but that doing so has made society less, not more, interesting?
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So, I rode home. Not too bad. My legs were killing me by the time I made it into the house, but my stamina held out for the entire ride, and building stamina's what it's all about, right? At least, in bed, that's what it's supposed to be. Get the heart rate up and keep it there for twenty minutes.

The other day, I was watching the video Galang on my laptop when a friend of mine asked "What is that you're listening to?"

"Galang, by MIA. It's Bollyrap."

He blinked for a second, then said, "Five years ago, if you'd said 'bollyrap', the people who knew what Bollywood[?] was would have thought you were insane, and no one else would have a clue what you're talking about. Today, it just makes sense."

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