Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts

Friday, October 25, 2024

Tab Clearing...


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Wednesday, October 09, 2024

Torn...

Some dude has put together a book of a bunch of Army uniform photos from Natick Soldier Systems Center dating from the early Seventies to about the Gulf War, and the nerd in me wants to buy it, but I'm not sure I want to buy it this badly...

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Tuesday, October 01, 2024

Currently off the shelf...

Well, it's not really off the shelf since I'm reading it on my iPad via the Kindle app, but at any rate, I'm reading Character Limit: How Elon Musk Destroyed Twitter after seeing several good reviews complimenting the writing style.

They were not wrong! This is well-written and hard to put down. I started yesterday afternoon and I'm about a third of the way in. (It's early 2020 and Elliott Management has just tried a boardroom coup to oust Jack Dorsey... again ...from the CEO's chair.)

I imagine I'll be done by this evening so I can write a proper book review.

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Saturday, July 06, 2024

Having, Collecting, Hoarding, Disposing

If you have a hobby that entails accumulating a lot of stuff, have you considered how best to dispose of it when you're gone? Your kids, or other next of kin, may not necessarily be interested in your cameras, guns, or cars.

Some things, like books or action figures or toy trains, are fairly easy to dispose of. Worst-case scenario you can haul the books to Half Price Books and the Beanie Babies to Goodwill.

Other items, like firearms or motor vehicles, may have additional legal entanglements. It's worth thinking about how to mitigated the hassles that'll cause your family ahead of time.

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Friday, July 05, 2024

Starting Off Right

A blog reader has sent a review copy of a book entitled How to Buy Your First Gun.

With first-time gun purchases still surging, this book will be a handy guide for anyone looking to buy a handgun, most especially with an eye primarily toward personal protection.

The guide is practical, with step-by-step instructions for everything from selecting a pistol, proper safety procedures, and basic gun handling and marksmanship.

It's biased toward the defensive shooter, recommending a Glock 19 rather than the old "Buy a .22 and get used to it", but it eschews tacticool terminology, militant bravado, and political stuff, meaning it's suitable for anybody from your mom to your slightly patchouli-scented co-worker who's suddenly worried about carjackings. Plus it has suggestions for finding training as well as further reading and exploration which are great (and I'm not just saying that because this blog gets mentioned.)

If you know someone looking to make the leap to buying their first blaster, they could do a lot worse than reading this handy guide.

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Wednesday, June 26, 2024

Tab Clearing...


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Thursday, May 09, 2024

Tab Clearing...


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Thursday, March 28, 2024

What I'm Reading...

I'm about finished with Kara Swisher's Burn Book: A Tech Love Story. She's been covering the Silicon Valley beat since before most of today's tech giants were even startups and she's kept allll the receipts. This book is a hell of a purse dump, let me tell you.



Saturday, March 02, 2024

Fingers crossed...

Looks like it's time to reread Neuromancer. (Just kidding. It's always time to reread Neuromancer.)



Sunday, February 25, 2024

Currently Reading...

Professor Yamane sent me an advance copy of his forthcoming book, Gun Curious, which will be shipping in June.

I'm enjoying it rather a lot, as he's not only a smart and thoughtful dude, but also a pretty decent writer. I've known more than one PhD who couldn't write their way out of a paper bag when it came to crafting engaging prose, and this book ain't like that.

Anyway, it's available for preorder at BezosMart. Publishers really like pre-orders. You should do that if you want to help him get the word out.



Monday, February 12, 2024

Dust Bowl

In 1936, The Atlantic published a series of letters from a woman in Oklahoma to her friend who had given up on farming out west and had decamped for her home turf in Delmarva.
"Since I wrote to you, we have had several bad days of wind and dust. On the worst one recently, old sheets stretched over door and window openings, and sprayed with kerosene, quickly became black and helped a little to keep down the irritating dust in our living rooms. Nothing that you see or hear or read will be likely to exaggerate the physical discomfort or material losses due to these storms. Less emphasis is usually given to the mental effect, the confusion of mind resulting from the overthrow of all plans for improvement or normal farm work, and the difficulty of making other plans, even in a tentative way. To give just one specific example: the paint has been literally scoured from our buildings by the storms of this and previous years; we should by all means try to 'save the surface'; but who knows when we might safely undertake such a project? The pleasantest morning may be a prelude to an afternoon when the 'dust devils' all unite in one hideous onslaught. The combination of fresh paint with a real dust storm is not pleasing to contemplate.

The prospects for a wheat crop in 1936 still remain extremely doubtful. There has been no moisture of any kind since the light snow of early January...
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Now I have a hankering to re-read The Worst Hard Time, which I cannot recommend highly enough.



Monday, February 05, 2024

Always a Student

Yesterday afternoon Bobbi had to run an errand, so I rode along and while we were out, her car swung into the parking lot of Half Price Books as though on autopilot. 


While I'm not what you'd call a professional photographer, I have been paid for a picture or two at this point, and I've learned along the way. Mostly what I've learned is how much more there is to learn. That's the flip side of Dunning-Kruger: once you fall off the other side of Mount Stupid, you have an endlessly long slog up the Slope of Knowledge out of the Valley of Despair.


That goes for any skill. Greg Ellifritz is a widely respected trainer in the world of firearms and personal protection, and he writes:
"I think it is the job of a professional instructor to remain up to date in their fields of endeavor. I won’t stop taking classes as long as I am teaching these skill sets. I vow to never become one of those instructors whose peak instructional training is a weekend NRA class.

I think I owe it to my students to show them that I am continuing to do the work.
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One of the meta-instructive things at a group event like TacCon or the old Paul-E-Palooza was you got to see which instructors were out there taking classes from other presenters in their free time. When someone decides they're too cool to learn anything new, it makes me question the value of their teaching.

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Friday, January 26, 2024

Shark Size

Here's an interesting point made in an article about a scientific debate that's raging over the size and build of the extinct giant shark, megalodon.
It’s not unusual for paleontologists to disagree about ancient animal bodies — sometimes with a ferocious intensity. Gottfried recalled witnessing some scientists get into a heated disagreement over the angle of the thigh bone when assembling a triceratops specimen.

John Hutchinson, a professor of evolutionary biomechanics at the Royal Veterinary College at the University of London, is part of the team that put forward the controversial 3D model of the megalodon. He said that the stakes are always high in science, but particularly when working on species that attract both public and scientific fascination.

“The more celebrity an extinct animal has, and the rarer it is, the more competitive or heated the disagreements can be,” Hutchinson said. “I know this all too well. I worked on T. rex.”

Hutchinson said that, early in his career, people used 2D illustrations of fossilized skeletons and shrink-wrapped skin around them, making them quite skinny. Based on these models, people believed Tyrannosaurus rex was around 11,000 pounds. But now, using various methods, scientists mostly agree that an adult T. rex would have been somewhere around 17,000 pounds.
The bit about shrink-wrapping the skin around the skeletons was interesting. I have a book on my Kindle shelf titled All Yesterdays that's a neat look at how illustrations of prehistoric animals have evolved over time, and also has some freaky-looking pictures of modern animals if they were reconstructed by yesterday's paleontologic illustrators from skeletal remains. You'll never look at cows... or your cat ...the same way.

When I was a kid, brontosauruses dragged their tails across the ground as the slid through the bog from one lake to the next, now they gallop in herds... and T. rex has feathers. Science is always on the move and adapting to new data.

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Thursday, January 18, 2024

Photo Books

Over the last couple years I've begun to accumulate photo books...

End of the Caliphate is probably the most traditional photo book of the bunch. A coffee-table-sized hardcover tome, it's light on text, other than a short introductory essay by Anthony Lloyd and an afterword by the photojournalist, Ivor Prickett. What it's heavy with is glossy, gripping photos by Prickett, who spent a great deal of time embedded with Iraqi SF as they evicted the Islamic State fighters from Mosul and northwestern Iraq.

Shooter: Combat From Behind the Camera, another book of coffee table dimensions, is more text heavy, combining the reminiscences of SSgt Stacy Pearsall, USAF Ret., with the photos she took while embedded with U.S. Army troops, mostly in Diyala Province. 

Car Sick is book-as-art. It's a collection of photos by Tim Vanderweert, the blogger at Leicaphilia, whose eye and wit we sadly lost almost exactly a year ago. I didn't provide a purchasing link because unless you stumble one of the limited number of existing copies getting re-sold out there, they're all gone. Tim agonized over the quality of the printing and almost certainly lost money on these.

The most recent addition is Vinyl Village, a softcover photo essay by Jim Grey, who blogs at Down the Road. Jim's mostly lived in cities and only recently moved to the Indianapolis 'burbs. The book is an illustrated essay based on his musings while walkabout in his new environs during the Year of the 'Rona. It's a print-on-demand type book, rather than a glossy art book, but as the photos are more documentary-type black and white film photos, that's not as much of a distraction as it could be.

Maybe someday I'll have enough photos to make a book.

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Tuesday, January 16, 2024

Fashionably Dumb


My eye started twitching the first time I heard about books being sold by the foot, available in whatever colors were needed to complement a room's decor.

This site, for instance, sells "Authentic books for interior design, décor, wedding centerpieces, movie props, staging and more!" At least they sell "authentic" books. If that's too much trouble, or you want to avoid the musty smell of pages full of knowledge in your living room, you can buy fake ones online at BezosMart. Ironic, if you ask me, given Amazon's humble origins.

Since social media can ruin anything, even something as awful as decorative books, it's now working on doing it to this trend. Interior Design TikTok has come up with a name for it: "Bookshelf Wealth".
Kailee Blalock, an interior designer in San Diego, posted a video to TikTok last month that sought to define bookshelf wealth and school viewers in achieving the aesthetic in their own homes.

“These aren’t display books,” Ms. Blalock, 26, cautions in the video, which has been viewed over 1.3 million times. “These are books that have actually been curated and read.”
I wonder if I can get a job working for an interior designer where I break the spines on books, dog-ear a few pages, scribble a random note or two in the margins, and maybe leave a yellowed old Fresh Market receipt in the pages like a bookmark.



Tuesday, January 02, 2024

Did you know...?


That's the building we used to jokingly call "Broad Ripple's skyscraper", before the neighborhood sprouted a jungle of 4- and 5-story "mixed use" residential/retail spaces.

It was a professional building, with dentist's offices and whatnot on each floor. Now it's owned by the bohemian Hotel Broad Ripple.

Hence the big peace symbol.

Back during the Cold War, conservative Boomers and Silents called that "the footprint of the American chicken". 

GenX and Millennials mostly knew it from the button on Private Joker's helmet cover, next to the scrawled "BORN TO KILL" slogan. Occasionally, on posters or fliers touting a Sixties hippie-themed school function, a clueless X'er or Millennial would hilariously get it mixed up with the Mercedes-Benz three-pointed star logo.

I once heard a fundie preacher... I've mentioned that I grew up in a Baptist concentration camp, right? ...tell the congregation that it was actually a secret satanic symbol; an inverted cross with the arms broken. I guess when you're looking for the devil behind every bush, you get a lot of false positives.

In actuality, as I learned while reading P.J. O'Rourke's essay "Among the Euroweenies" in Holidays in Hell, it originated in 1958 as the logo of the British Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament. It's a combination of the semaphore signals for "N" and "D".

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Monday, December 11, 2023

And so it goes...

Via Facebook I learned that David Drake passed away yesterday. His website confirms the sad news.

The sheer number of times I referenced him on this blog should tell you what a loss this is. Other than a few fantasy series and some of his "co-authored" stuff (meaning Drake sketched the outline and the junior author did the grunt work of writing), I have pretty much nearly everything he wrote.

I think I'll re-read With the Lightnings in memorium.

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Sunday, December 10, 2023

It's got aliens, German Shepherds, and a very important knife.

Alex, the protagonist of Marko's latest novel, Scorpio, was born in Pennsylvania but doesn't remember it because her parents relocated to the colony world orbiting 18 Scorpii when she was only two.

Unfortunately, when she was still a tween, the giant extraterrestrials known as Lankies got there, too.

Alex and a couple hundred other colonists were near enough to the underground shelter known as The Vault to barricade themselves in semi-safety as the Lankies set about systematically destroying the colony and setting up their own atmosphere processors. Alas, her parents were not among the ones that made it to shelter.

We learn all this retrospectively, because the novel opens with Alex spending her twenty-first birthday riding in the back of an armored personnel carrier with some of the surviving troops of the colonial garrison, who she assists by working as a dog handler. 

That's an important gig because Ash, the squad's military working K9, can sense approaching hostile aliens through the humid, unbreathable soup of the Lankyformed atmosphere better than any human.

The little group is on a salvage mission, hoping to scavenge something usable from the colony's wreckage to keep the little group in The Vault alive and thriving as best they can.

And then the dog starts growling...

Read the book! I just finished Scorpio and really enjoyed it.