Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Standing Strong and Green

Standing Strong and Green
Originally uploaded by PixMix
Here's another Flickr photo.

Thursday, June 7, 2007


I'm reading a book about a world power being coaxed, for reasons of dubious reliability, into a war with a nation that people describe as being nothing but sand and camels.

It is, of course, a fantasy novel.

Every few pages I check the publication date and mutter "1997? He wrote this ten years ago?"

The book is Jingo, by Terry Pratchett. It is the 21st novel in his Discworld series. That is somewhat of an oversimplification, because the series contains half a dozen subseries, interweaving and cross-connecting. This one is a sort of a police procedural, starring Sam Vimes, the commander of the Watch in Ankh-Morpork, the largest city on Discworld. Due to the nature of this world his force includes, trolls, dwarves, a werewolf, gargoyles, etc.

But they aren't Vimes' problem. His trouble is that a crime has been committed in his city, clearly for the purpose of starting a war with the aforementioned sandy nation of Klatch, and if he can't solve it there may be endless bloodshed over a disputed resource-rich area. As the Klatchian ambassador says, drily: "A few square miles of uninhabitated fertile ground with superb anchorage in an unsurpassed strategic position? What sort of inconsequence is that for civilized people to war over?"

Pratchett's books are an astonishing combination of frothy humor and grim meditations on the human condition. He has been described as one of the great satirists in the English language. (Satire here is not a synonym for parody, but the ridiculing of something in order to expose folly.) One of his other characters is Death (the skinny fellow with the scythe) who gets in trouble because, as his assistant says sadly, he "takes an interest" in people.

While the good guys usually win in his books there is a shrewd, brooding pessimism in Pratchett, as in this line from Reaper Man: "No matter how fast light travels it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."

By the way, if you don't understand the title of the novel, read the definition of jingoism.

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Need a laugh?

On Sunday June tenth one of the world's funniest humans will be in Bellingham. Les Barker bills himself as England's only professional village idiot. He is actually a humorous poet.

How good is he? He sometimes writes song parodies and they are so good that he gets THE AUTHORS OF THE ORIGINALS to sing the parodies on his albums. This is clearly impossible.

Here are the titles of a few of his pieces:
"Cosmo, the fairly accurate knife thrower"
"Guide cats for the blind"
"I can't find my camoflage net"
"An infinite number of occasional tables"
"It's Captain Indecisive! Or is it?"

He will be performing at Nancy's Farm at 2 PM. People sometimes ask me if going to Nancy's Farm means they will be sitting on haybales next to, say, a cow. Not hardly. Take a look at the photos of the performance space here. You can also find directions at that page.

And remember, in the words of the master: "If you cannot be wiser, try to be older."

Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Why not Fourteen? Why not a Goose?

Fifteen Iguana is the nom de Web I usually use on chat pages. It comes from a song I wrote, which in turn was based on news stories about an amazing true-life event.

The Department of Redundency Department

Oddly enough, this is the second blog I have started this spring. This one is part of practice for my job. The other is one-day-a-week timeshare with some of my fellow mysterywriters. I'm Wednesday's child, though not particularly full of woe.