Author: Ridley

My beloved Dell 6520 finally passed away a couple of weeks ago. There probably aren’t too many people who would refer to a Dell business laptop as “beloved,” but I’ve been using I’d been using this one for work and later as a personal laptop for almost five years now. It was heavy, islow, it gots three hours of battery life with an extra-large battery, and was old enough that the wireless card wouldn’t work with Windows 10.  It did, however, have the best keyboard I’ve ever used on a laptop., hence the “beloved.” To extend its life, I’d upgraded the memory and installed Ubuntu, which doesn’t require quite so much in the way of processor speed. That kept it viable for a while, but the hard drive finally gave up the ghost. I was faced with replacing the drive in an old machine that approached and long since passed obsolescence.  With a little encouragement from Nicole, I decided to retire the Dell and get something new. So, behold! I am writing this post on a brand new Acer Chromebook For Work (yes, that’s really what it’s called). My main requirement was that, whatever I got, it needed a minimum 1080p resolution.. The other thing I wanted was something that would allow me to work if I needed to, but work wouldn’t be right there in my face every time I turned it on. The thing that made a Chromebook viable was the appearance of decent remote desktop apps on the Google store. Now, I can log into a terminal server at the office if I need to, but that functionality is off to the side.  With that out of the way, I can concentrate on what I really want a laptop for: Reading, writing, and watching the occasional video. I just unboxed it, so I don’t have any in-depth thoughts to share yet. It’s ridiculously fast, much faster than my gaming desktop. The battery life is supposed to be in the 10-12 hour range, but I haven’t had a chance to check it out for myself yet. I currently have only seven tabs open, which is low for me, and there’s no hint of a slowdown yet, so I’m pretty sure that power isn’t going to be a problem. So…neat. I really like it so far.  I haven’t had a chance to play with the offline mode yet, but, obviously, it’s going to be pretty limited. I won’t be playing any games or editing videos on this machine, but that’s what the desktop is for. This is for sitting in a comfortable chair and relaxing. I’ll miss ya, old Dell 6520, but based on my first impression with the Chromebook, I don’t think I’ll be missing ya for very long. -RK

It is nigh-impossible to get to me office this week, so I’m working from home. My track record working remotely is not especially good. I’m easily distracted, which is why having my own work space is critical for me.* Curiously enough (to me, at least), the fact that I have a lot of work with very tight deadlines is a huge help. Nothing focuses a body like fear, and that is something I have in abundance right now. This is probably obvious most of you, but popular, catch music turns out to be a poor soundtrack for work. Even relatively unpopular pop music slows me down. It’s probably the lyrics, because I’ve been listening to Mogwai’s Young Team all morning and I’ve been going great guns. I’m sure that they’d be thrilled to know that their music is so conducive to the performance of middle management tasks. That seems like something they’d aspire to. Above: Excellent music to listen to while whittling your soul to a nub. By the way, oak pollen is awful. I’m almost certain that oak pollen was the inspiration for the thread in Anne McCaffrey’s Dragonriders books.** That stuff touches me and I look like I’ve been burned. Last night I looked like I’d just come home from a party…a chicken pox party. I’m getting really, really tired of this. Time to get back at it. Hopefully, the steroids will kick in. It’s hard to think about anything other than tearing my skin off right now. -RK     * You’d think the meds would help, but alas… ** I have no factual basis for this certainty.

I picked up the new solo album by the lead singer for Bad Religion, Greg Graffin this weekend. I’m not sure what I was expecting. His first album, American Lesion, was a Todd Rungren-esque effort. The second, Cold As The Clay, was a straightforward folk record. Any guesses where the third one went? If you haven’t figured it out, re-read the title of this post. The new album, Millport, is a country album. This being Greg Graffin, there’s absolutely no winking or irony in it.* It’s not just one style of country. There’s folk, bluegrass, alt-country, a kind of bluesy-rock country, and even some Eagles-ish 70’s soft-rock country. In fact, there’s a lot of Eagles-ish 70’s soft-rock country.  Millport was produced by Graffin’s Bad Religion bandmate and co-songwriter, Brett Gurewitz, and he’s backed by the rhythm section of Social Distortion. There’s a lot of southern California in there, so it’s no surprise that there’s a lot of the “Laurel Canyon” style of SoCal soft country. For my money, those are the weakest songs on the record, as he’s riffing on a style I didn’t care for the first time around.  The bluegrass, on the other hand, is a lot of fun.  Banjo-riffic! I’m an unabashed fan, so it’s no surprise that I kind of dig this direction.  This is the sort of music you’re more likely to hear on a public radio than any country station.  Graffin’s been in a punk band since 1979, so it’s fun to hear him trying something new.  Most of it works, some of it works really well, and all of it is interesting. If you’re in to rootsy, bluegrass-y country, give it a listen. -RK * Well, I guess you could say that the lyrics to “Time of Need” are ironic, or at least they would be if you had never listened to any Bad Religion records.

Since I follow The Onion’s AV Club on Facebook, I see their Q&A feature pop up in my feed on a regular basis. They’re the sort of writing prompts I can’t resist and I’m not going to let the fact that I’m not technically (meaning “in any sense”) in the AV Club prevent me from offering up my answers to their questions.  “What critically scorned TV show have you enjoyed watching, either in the past or present?” My first instinct is to answer Under The Dome, the show which gave the expression “hate watching” meaning for me, but since the question specifies “enjoyed”, I’ll go with Fantasy Island. In many ways, Fantasy Island was a repacking of The Love Boat: A one-hour anthology series featuring several storylines per episode, many celebrity guest stars, and neat wrap ups at the end of the hour. Whereas The Love Boat was never anything more than treacle, Fantasy Island had a couple of advantages over its predecessor: The wish-fulfillment premise features a mysterious host named “Mr. Roark” whose nature and abilities were never fully explained. At times he seemed a supernatural tempter who was more than willing to provide mortals the means of their own destruction. Sometimes, though, he seemed to be restricted by either his powers or his moral code, a man who genuinely sought to protect his guests from their folly. Of course, the other ace up Fantasy Island’s sleeve was the fact that Mr. Roark was played by Ricardo Montalban. His suave, sophisticated demeanor could (and did) sell people cars based on a completely made-up type of leather used in their interior. A Fantasy Island rebooted today would have a darker feel, fewer corny morality plays, and far better writing. It wouldn’t, however, have Ricardo Montalban, and without him, what would be the point? “What piece of pop culture do you think most accurately describes what the future will look like based on the current state of the world?“ Warren Ellis’ Transmetropolitan is a great deal more than a Hunter S. Thompson-in-the-future stunt. It’s my go-to point of reference for every election since 2004. The three candidates for President embody archetypes I didn’t even know existed when I first read the book, but now I can recognize in politicians every election cycle. If you want to understand modern politics, you’ll get a more realistic picture from the “Year of the Bastard” collection than you’ll get anywhere else. It’s not just the politics that make Transmetropolitan the obvious choice here. The whole story is told against a backdrop of amazing technology that becomes mundane minutes after it hits the street. The poorest of the poor have miracles at their disposal, but they’re shabby miracles by the time the lower class gets their hands on them. People become so jaded by their flashy toys that they forget how to do some very basic things, and the consequences of forgetting are very, very believable. “What is your all-time ‘turn-off’ album, where you checked out from a band you previously loved after listening to it?” Styx’s Kilroy Was Here seems like the obvious answer here: It was so reviled that it not only turned most of the band’s fans against them, it actually turned most of the band against Styx. Therefore, it was the last real Styx album and that doesn’t seem to fit with the spirit of the question. Instead, I’m going to go with Rush’s Grace Under Pressure. Don’t get me wrong: I love Rush and always will. But, I was working in a record store when Grace Under Pressure was released and I heard it a couple of hundred times and it still never grabbed me. It felt weirdly distant and bloodless to me. Despite hearing it so often, none of the songs stuck with me.  Few bands have a three album run as strong as Rush did with Permanent Waves, Moving Pictures, and Signals, so maybe Grace Under Pressure was always going to be a disappointment. I just felt as if I’d already heard the best Rush had to offer and, while I’ve heard every album since, I haven’t felt the need to buy any of them. “What foods do you only eat while traveling?“ I am not proud of this. For long road trips by myself, there is nothing I like more than the chicken planks at Long John Silver’s. I don’t mess with the sides, which are mediocre under the best of circumstances. I just get a family sized order of planks only and eat them until the grease congeals. If you’re not familiar with the chicken plank, it’s a long strip of white meat which was obviously frozen, then thawed, and then dipped in Long John Silver’s exquisite cornmeal batter and fried. Their cornmeal almost makes their fish taste good; on chicken, it works wonders. The only downside (other than the fact that I’m eating a family sized order of fried chicken strips) is that it loses its luster as well as its edibility when it cools down. All food has a point at which the scales tip between “delicious” and “bound for the trash.” That line of demarcation comes more quickly with the chicken planks and the gradient is more severe. But, while they’re still fresh? Best. Road. Food. Ever. “What music do you wake up to in the morning? (Or wish you would wake up to?)“ There’s nothing that gets me going quite like coffee. Coffee, however, is not music. It may feel that way sometimes, but it is not. The song that really gets me going in the morning is “In A Big Country” by Big Country. The guitars-sounding-like-bagpipes thing and the massive drums vaguely-uplifting lyrics feel like a call to action. Listening to it while driving in to work, I always get the urge to just keep driving and leave all of the bullshit behind and start a new, authentic life somewhere beautiful. This is not a helpful state of mind for someone going to an office. I need something less like emotional Viagra and more like emotional saltpeter. Maybe Nine Inch Nails “Everyday Is Exactly The Same”? On a side note, the song on my alarm clock is Mogwai’s gorgeous “2 Rights Make 1 Wrong.” Every alarm clock should have this built in.  That was fun. I think I’ll do this on a semi-regular basis (unless I get a cease-and-desist). -RK  

I seldom write posts on my phone, but it seems appropriate today. My city is currently in transit, transforming itself into something wholly artificial in anticipation of a festival grown too large for a real city to contain. New marquees are going up over dozens of storefronts. They’ll be gone in two weeks although nothing about them suggests impermanence. The sign above the newly dubbed “Mashable Room” looks more like a permanent fixture than the signs over most of the local businesses.  Even the most temporary of street signs, the paper fliers, have an air of unreality to them. Every likely location for affixing one has been wrapped in clear cellophane to facilitate the removal of the flimsy, xeroxed placards. The weekly newspaper is now daily. Time, like everything else, has become an unreliable. In two weeks, everything will return to normal, leaning only overly full trash cans and a sense of morning after regret.  I used to be an eager participant in the fantasy world of SxSW. Now I’m one of the jaded locals who will avoid downtown at all costs during the festival. Only… I’ve just learned that the New Pornographers are playing a day show on the 15th, and there’s no way I’m missing that.  -RK P.S. The band in the header image is Glasvegas. They were one of the better “next big thing” bands I’ve seen. I hope they’re doing OK.

“The angry sunset provide elaborate background for Principato and Malatesta on this cruelest of Sundays in the oiled-down lot between the merry-go-round and miniature train as they attempted to clarify with flailing fists and crude polemics an important theological question. Not the first two friends in history, certainly.” When my brother-in-law recommended Tom McHale’s Principato to me, I’d never even heard of him. I was not alone in this as no local bookstores carried any of his books. In fact, Amazon only carried him through third parties overseas. Given the breadth of the selection available through Amazon, essentially “everything which could be considered ‘still in print’ by the most generous of standards,” you’d have to say it’s a pretty obscure book. What’s curious is that McHale was highly acclaimed in the 1970s. The dust jacket has enthusiastic blurbs from presumably enthusiastic reviews published in the Wall Street Journal, Time, and The New York Times Book Review. These and other reviews compared him (sometimes favorably) to Evelyn Waugh, Kurt Vonnegut, Joseph Heller, John Updike, and Philip Roth. He was awarded a Guggenheim fellowship, and he was writer-in-residence at Monmouth University.  McHale was, by many measure, a tremendous success as a novelist.* You’d think he’d have left more of an imprint on popular culture, or at the very least on my narrow view of it. I can’t explain why he’s so throughly evaporated from the public consciousness. I don’t have a critic’s eyes for quality, but I found Principato both literary and enjoyable to read, and you can’t ask for much more than that. It’s a funny, earthy novel that makes its points without getting preachy. It’s certainly one of the better books I’ve read over the last couple of years. So I don’t get it. Maybe it’s that none of his novels were made into films or television shows. It could be that the Catholic themes limit the audience. Perhaps contemporary reviews aren’t a good indicator of lasting impact (ok, I think I can take the “perhaps” off of that one). I don’t know. The arc of his career is hardly encouraging to anyone who immortality through their art.  I’ve just started William S. Burroughs’ Naked Lunch and it’s going to be a difficult one. Just forty-ish pages in, I can’t tell if Burroughs is a stylistic acrobat whose brave, timeless prose continues to challenge a half century after he wrote it, or if he’s just a writer whose stylistic tics and use of slang are so “of their time” that they lose clarity over time. It’s probably a little of both. Scratch that: It’s almost certainly a whole lot of both.   * And yet, if you search Google for “Tom McHale book”, this McHale’s books start at number six on the list after five guides by the gun-enthusiast of the same name.    

My initial instinct was that voucher programs are a very bad thing and ought to be killed with fire. However, I’m trying to keep an open mind about these things and I’d have to say that I could easily support a voucher program under a restricted set of circumstances. This is very much a theoretical “work in progress” and subject to reevaluation-a-plenty. Education is, of course, nothing like a traditional “market” so market forces don’t really apply to selecting which school your child should attend. Therefore, any school which accepts vouchers should be a non-profit entity. I think this is pretty uncontroversial. The idea of cutting costs to increase profits is anathema to providing a good education so this should be a non-negotiable requirement. Some schools will have limited resources and not be able to accept every applicant. To ensure that there is no favoritism in selecting students, this selection process must be random. The only exception which makes sense is that students who attended the school the previous year should be automatically accepted should they desire to return, and siblings should be able to attend school with their brothers and/or sisters. No other exceptions should be considered. A “legacy” system has serious opportunities for abuse and giving preference for proximity would reduce the goal of school choice. Obviously, home school would not be eligible for vouchers. The most important restriction is that the “voucher” should cover the entire cost of attending the school for the entire year. There must be no additional costs, not for uniforms or transportation or athletics or anything. If a school accepts vouchers, then that voucher absolutely must cover everything. This ensures true school choice regardless of the economic circumstances or special needs of the students. If all three of these conditions apply, I think I could wholeheartedly get behind the concept of a voucher system. Students would have the most possible choice of schools, which is the stated goal of voucher systems. So long as voucher proponents are willing to go along with these very reasonable suggestions, I’m in. Otherwise, they’re just trying to pull money out of public schools to subsidize wealthy families who are already sending their kids to private schools and that, of course, is wholly unacceptable.  

Now that I’ve completed the first year of my second fifty transits around the sun, I should feel exhausted. I put over five hundred miles on the car today, saw my mother, my sister, and my brother in law and the rest of my fantasy baseball league. We shared stories and saw off the fraction of my father the other owners knew. Unsurprisingly, they saw much of what I saw: Integrity, humor, and a man who wouldn’t complain even when life was treating him like a punching bag.  Springing off from yesterday’s birthday surprises, Nicole made sure that our apartment floor was covered in balloons when I got home. Do you know how hard it is to feel knackered and melancholy when you have a room full of balloons? Oh, and cats, too. Cats plus balloons! To boost my mood a notch or ten, I treated myself to the new New Pornographers single “High Ticket Attractions” And now I’m treating you! So, while I probably should feel exhausted (and my body is certainly pressing that point), I feel giddy. I’m home, my wife is amazing, and I have a new song to play over and over again. When all as said and done, music is my drug of choice and the sugar rush of pure power pop gets me every time.  -RK P.S. C# E A# F#….swoon

Last night my brain wouldn’t shift out of neutral but I was bound and determined to post something in this space. I wrote three posts, hated them all, and finally resorted to the second most LiveJournal-y thing* in the world: a list post. Something went wrong with the whole process and the publish button refused to do anything even remotely resembling publishing. I opened a ticket with SquareSpace. I cursed a bit. I closed the laptop, and I went to sleep.  When I reopened the laptop tonight, it locked up after I entered my password and I had to hard boot. The post was lost forever. My list of “(Non-electronic) Things Which Are Better Now Than They Were 40 Years Ago” will never see the light of day, and the world is none the poorer for it. I feel like there’s a lesson having to do with doing things for the sake of doing them as opposed to doing them when you have reason to do so.  That, however, is a cruddy lesson. Practice and exercise are things you need to do even when you’re not of a mind to do them. However, the trick is to do them well even when you don’t feel it. The trick, for me, is to make sure that I do them well even when I’m not in the mood. Doing lazy work just to keep a streak alive is kind of pointless.  Maybe I’m wrong about this. Maybe there is some value in the discipline of forcing yourself to do things even when your motivation flags. It’s just that going through the motions and doing half ass sit ups or calling your mum and then not really talking or listening, or writing a crummy list post just for the sake of crossing them off the list defeats the purpose of those activities. Fortunately, there’s one thing I can salvage from that post. I really like the photo I ganked from the British Library archive so I’m re-using it as the header for this one. If you’re not familiar with this archive, check it out! It’s chock full o’ interesting images, free of charge.  -RK       * The first being a quiz, obvs.

Sometimes, all it takes to have a good day is to knock out a few things I’ve been dreading. I planned to get them done on Saturday, but I wound up working ~8 hours putting out small but persistent fires and getting too worked up to sit down and concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing. There’s probably a word for knowing what you need to do, setting aside time and space to do it, and finding yourself paralyzed at the thought of actually doing it. Whatever that word it, put it in the list of things which describe me. Anyway…once I sorted the stuff out today? Wow. It was liberating: A day without (much) stress. It helps that it was also a day when my wife was not working and we were able to spend time together, not thinking about working. That is my favorite way to spend time with her by a wide margin. It’s not that we actually did all that much. We shopped around a little bit and bought almost nothing. We did get to play some board games at Vigilante gaming bar (Ticket To Ride lives up to the hype in case you were wondering, and Potion Explosion is a lot of fun once you get past the setup). It was just lovely not to have commitments, not to have things we should be doing but for whatever reason weren’t. Now we’re sitting on the sofa listening to relaxing orchestral music while streaming video of deep sea fangly fishes because I don’t have nearly enough nightmares. I’m surprised how one good day to can make such a difference in my state of mind. I feel energetic, I feel happy, I feel relaxed. I tried to play some stuff on the guitar that I couldn’t play before and, well, I still can’t, but it was fun to try. The opening lick used to give my guitar teacher fits. BTW, Mr. Leo’s Kickstarter is at https://goo.gl/tI2zna . Help this righteous dude get his next album made! They say that contentment and good feelings are not conducive to interesting blog posts.  They know their stuff, don’t they? This has all been a long way of saying that it’s nice to just be somewhere,not feeling that you should be elsewhere or doing something else. Good night, and sleep well. -RK   P.S. The whole Damocles thing always makes me think of Bruce Sterling’s divinely silly short story “The Sword of Damocles.” It’s in his Globalhead story collection if you’re interested.