Friday, November 6, 2009

Shiny covers with horseys and moons

About nineteen years ago, my sister handed eleven-year old me a book called Eye of the World, by Robert Jordan. She had read it, and knowing I was a blossoming sci-fi nerd, she figured that I would enjoy the epic adventure. And I did. The Wheel of Time series promised longevity (a series! exciting for the young reader...) and entertainment in the form of magic, evil and good (and messy lines between the two), and just enough romance to add a softer side. Days and Years pass, and we kept on reading through book five, through book nine, through book....every book was between 500-1,000 pages and really, how far is this going to go?

The eleventh book, Knife of Dreams was published in 2005 --- and then silence. Alas, Robert Jordan died of illness in 2007, and along with the sadness of his passing was the curiosity of what now? The last battle approaches... but who will write it? What if we have invested all these years only to never know what happens to Rand and Mat and Perrin and Egwene and Nynaeve? (insert head spinning)..... and sigh, oh rest easy, Brandon Sanderson, another sci-fi fantasy author, has gathered all of Jordan's notes and blurbs and pieced together the final novel, which is actually a trilogy now (of course, why be brief?), due to be released 2009-2011.

And so, I am rereading the entire freaking series because after four years of silence, I cannot remember details and plot lines, and frankly, wikipedia plot summaries just don't do it for me. I have a vested interest in this series, and owe it to the 12 year old leslie, the 17 year old leslie, and now, the thirty year old leslie, to be thorough in my commitment and enjoyment. And Really? I totally feel like I'm hiding up in my pre-teen room, avoiding chores like picking up walnuts or washing the dog, reading reading reading curled up on my daybed with photos and poems and tietyed banners hanging up on my walls. I can almost hear my mom calling me to dinner for the umpteenth time and my sister in the next room listening to the Dirty Dancing soundtrack. Back to my literary roots I go, with banners held high, all the way up to now, a literal time warp. Who knew, eleven year old taking book from older sister's hands, that the story would follow me, only to be finished over twenty years later?

(Added note: I'm curious to see how I feel about this series this go around. Most of the books I read before I was out of high school, when Jordan was more prolific and hadn't yet decided to drag the series on without end. Since that time, I have read a ton more within this genre, including Tolkien. I can already tell they pull from the same Nordic folklore influences, although perhaps Jordan in a bit more clunky fashion. Anyway. Now I am REALLY displaying my geekdom for all to see and should probably reserve this topic for a later date when I can give it it's proper due)

Saturday, October 31, 2009

'bout to head out [to the TC show]

Cheers and Happy Halloween! loveleslie

Friday, October 30, 2009

smashed pumpkin [sans wine bottle]

Happy Halloween and we are all now running for the Golden Gate Bridge so that we are not stuck in the North Bay. Again. Zoom zoom!

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

furthermore [a comparison]

The larger photo was taken of the emergency bridge repair while I was on a tour of the Bay Bridge (new and old) a few weeks ago. Andrew (also on the tour) juxtaposed it with an AP photo of the repair piece after it fell onto the upper deck. You can see the damaged truck in the background; thank goodness no one was seriously hurt.

7:10 AM [bay bridge closed]

From Diamond Heights, San Francisco, Ca. It was too beautiful not to stop.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

[the best show] you aren't watching.

There is a show and it is good. There is a show that is good and no one is watching. There is a show that is good that no one is watching except for some die-hard fans. There is a show that is good that no one except hardcore geeks are watching and I want you to know that it is quality television, wedged onto a crappy Friday night spot so people don't even know they are missing it.

Do I sit at home and watch this rad show on Fridays? Not usually. But I do watch it on Saturday on Hulu.com, which also counts to their ratings.

Show? Show? What show. Dollhouse.

It's smart. It's witty. It's chock full of moral dilemmas and fun banter and oh so pretty people. Watching it makes me want to work out and be my best. Watching it also makes me want to get super smart and learn how to wipe people's brains clean and insert other personalities and abilities like kung fu or how to make creme brulee. Or both. Who knows when you need a specific skill. I'm just saying.

Why do people watch? Check out why here: Why I watch

Why are people skeptical? Check out a critics bittersweet parable journey here: Cry Wolf
see? pretty.
(Fridays 9pm, Fox)

Monday, October 26, 2009

neil says hi [by the way]

Found this here along with a slough of other cool Neil Gaiman genre stuff. Art begets art.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

spider (in my window)


video
(NOTE: I tried resizing, but it may take a moment to buffer....)
Small spiders spinning webs on the outside of my window. I watch them eat gnats and flies and marvel at their grace and efficiency. So fast! So succinct! And then this [insert name of rather large beetle yet to be identified] lands in the web of this [insert name of medium sized steadily growing because he/she is eating so well spider]. I was like, hey little spider dude, that guy is way bigger than you and looks like he could impale you with his antennae and such. But little spider dude was like, Leslie, you doubt me? Don't you know how super strong my web is? This web I weave is wicked.

And I'm sure it is. Large [yet to be identified crazy antennae beetle] eventually works his way free, free-falling and flying or whatever, but not before some serious tete a tete. Poor spider dude. That was dinner fo a year.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Mystery (one [postal])

Three-wheeled Mail Collection Motorcycle; Unidentified photographer; c. 1912: USA
National Postal Museum; U.S. Mail Trucks; Image ID: A.2006-74

One day, a couple years ago, I mailed a letter. Not an important letter, just a note to my sister about something or other with possibly a mail clipping. We occasionally still do that, internet/email bedamned. So, I was in a hurry when I sent this letter, signing it quickly in the return address area "lel." Just "lel." Nothing else. I dropped it in the blue mailbox on the corner near my house, and went on my merry, hurried way to work.

Jump forward a month. I open my mailbox in the foyer of my apartment building. Junk mail, weeklys, junk mail, credit card.... what's this? Oh, the letter to my sister. Crap, I'm an idiot and forgot to put a stamp on it. Pfffft. I wandered up the three flights of stairs to my apartment, mentally sorting recycling, and formulating a plan to give the letter to my sister that weekend when I saw her... when it struck me.

I looked at the letter again. Sure, no stamp, but also? No Return Address. No Return Address!!! The letter said "lel." Not my full name, or even just my last name. LEL! K. Thinking. Hm. Maybe they traced to my....no. I dropped in it the general blue mailbox on the corner outside the dry cleaners. How did it end up back in my mailbox? How did they know? Um. Huh.

I have never figured this out. To this day, baffled. I give my mystery to you. If anyone has any idea how this amazing feat of postalness happened, I would love to know. Otherwise, I will just conclude the postal service employs wizards.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

writing wenches

Joyce moved to South Carolina. So now, our writing group involves skype. Shenanigans ensue.