Great Big Video Goodness

For those of you who didn’t see me tweet these yesterday and this morning, I must share with you two delightful videos from a young lady I met on the way out of the Great Big Sea concert on Saturday night. She had attended both shows in Vancouver and had the great fortune of being up near the stage, with a camera! I therefore bring you the work of fellow OKP denizen sticckler:

Here’s her catching Sean McCann doing the Extended Remix Edition of the Mermaid Dance! Watch for where he completely forgets the next verse.

And, from the show I attended, The Mighty Doyle nailing “River Driver”. To wit, YUM. <3 Also, Doyle fans, note the presence of the beard! My own Extended Remix post for the concert is on the way, y'all. ;)

Book Log #73: Shadow of the Antlered Bird, by David Sklar

If you’re somebody who thinks “old school” when you think “urban fantasy”, if you like more mythos and lyricism and things wondrous and strange in your fantasy novels than the sort of grim darkness you get in a lot of ’em these days, then David Sklar’s Shadow of the Antlered Bird is a Drollerie Press release you’ll want to read.

The plot’s about as basic as you can get. Tam is half-human, half-Sidhe, and wants nothing more than to get out from under his mother’s shadow and carve out a life for himself in the human world. But his mother won’t leave him alone, and so he employs a desperate act of magic to escape her–only to find that he must flee across the country to Seattle and enlist the aid of a mortal girl before he can accomplish what he desires. He is of course pursued, not only by his mother, but by a creature who seems to be able to change into anything while he’s hunting, including Tam himself.

I really quite liked this work overall. The language is rich and the story is just about as long as it needs to be, without a single detail that doesn’t absolutely need to be there. Check it out. Four stars.

Mt. St. Helens Road Trip, or, Anna Visits the Splody Mountain

With userinforavyngyngvar visiting us over this past week, one of the things we wanted to do was drive down to see Mt. St. Helens. userinfosolarbird and I have after all lived in the Pacific Northwest since 1991–and we’d never once actually seen this famous volcano. Plus, since this was Yngvar’s second visit, I wanted to give him a shot at seeing something cool a little farther afield than the immediate Seattle area. Ergo, I took Thursday off with the plan to allocate that to going to see the splody mountain.

As plans went it was a good one. It did however go significantly agley, as it were, when I chose poorly in selecting our actual destination at the mountain. Silly me–I thought that something calling itself the mountain headquarters would be, oh I dunno, near the mountain. But it turned out to be on the south side, way past where we needed to be. So Dara wound up having to do quite a bit of extra driving, and we wound up reaching where we needed to be–the Johnston Ridge Observatory–after the facility had closed.

Fortunately though we were still able to park in the parking lot and walk around quite a bit, which gave us ample opportunity to see not only the mountain, but much of the surrounding terrain. Here’s what we saw, including a couple of pics from my iPhone!

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Still keeping the book industry in business

Scattered bits of book purchasing over the last several days–and yet again, both physical and electronic purchases. Behold:

userinfoseanan_mcguire‘s Rosemary and Rue, in paperback; urban fantasy, and likely to be read as soon as I finish my current library books.

Malinda Lo’s Ash, which is a lesbian retelling of Cinderella, in YA fantasy novel form, and pretty much too awesome a concept to pass up. Also because as the author herself said, gay people need fairy tales too. Bought in hardback.

Salt and Silver, a paranormal romance by Anna Katherine, the pen name for the writing duo of which the redoubtable userinfoalg is half. Paperback.

And, a bunch of ebooks because Fictionwise gave me a shiny coupon for 25% off my next order, since I took a survey for them:

And Only to Deceive, a period mystery by Tasha Alexander. Discovered after I got mailing list mail about a later book of this series coming out, so I thought I’d take a shot.

By Shannon K. Butcher, two unrelated romances: Burning Alive and No Escape, because I wanted to get caught up on her stuff.

Ghost Whisperer: Ghost Trap by Doranna Durgin, since I’m getting caught up on her stuff too.

And, entirely because it’s set in Canada and involves a Mountie and okay yeah fine I like Due South, and also because it got squeed over on Smart Bitches, Loreth Anne White’s category romance Manhunter. The title is goofy, but I won’t be reading this for high literature, I assure you. ;)

So! With eight more books, that brings the purchase total this year up to 82.

Jam Report #94–9/6/09: Giant Reeses Cup Edition

In which I celebrate the hitting of a deadline by resuming Jam; in which we have a brand new Jammer and fellow GBS fan showing up to join us; in which we have a bit of an audience with my visiting friend from Norway; and in which we break in some stuff we’ve never played before, go us! Songs: “Ferryland Sealer”, “Mari-Mac”, “Cap in Hand”, “Skullcrusher Mountain”, “Goin’ Up”, “Dryad’s Promise”, “Captain Kidd”.

This was the first Jam we had in some time, although not quite as long as it’s been since my last Jam Report post–because I was a lame-o and never did post a proper report for the last one. This is me attempting to do better this time, especially since this was a particularly fine Jam!

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Book Log #72: Three Shadows, by Cyril Pedrosa

It’s a bit of an odd experience reading a graphic novel on an iPhone screen, but thanks to a freebie PDF from Tor.com, that’s exactly what I was able to do with Three Shadows by Cyril Pedrosa, a work that otherwise I would never have encountered. So props to Tor.com for giving its members a chance to check it out.

The story is inspired, according to the author/artist’s notes, by the death of the child of close friends. What we get for a story, then, is a sort of haunting litle folktale about how parents Louis and Lise and their son Joachim are living a peaceful life until three shadowy figures arrive on their farm, watching and waiting. Soon enough it becomes clear that the three have come for Joachim–and Louis promptly flees with his son, willing to go to any lengths to keep the boy from death, even if it means losing his own humanity. Art-wise, each page is filled with character and fluid detail, even on a tiny iPhone screen; full size, I fully expect it would be stunning.

The flow of the story was sometimes difficult for me to follow, but I don’t know if this was the author’s own story style and sensibilities, or whether it’s an artifact of the work having been translated from the French. Eventually I simply let the story flow as it would, which helped–it gave it leeway to be as haunting and sometimes surreal as it liked.

I wouldn’t recommend this to parents with young children or to folks who might in general shy away from the eventual fate of Joachim (although I will note that that was tastefully and lovingly done). Still, though, the work is well worth a look. Four stars.

Book Log #71: The Chocolatier’s Wife, by Cindy Lynn Speer

The Chocolatier’s Wife is a delightful little novel, nicely blending fantasy, romance, and a touch of murder mystery all together into a single confection. Tamsin Bey is a herb-mage from Tarnia, a northern country that was once at war with the southern land of Berengeny, and the two lands are still prickly towards each other after five hundred years. But their peoples have one thing in common: the spells of the wise-women that reveal to every living soul who their fated spouse will be. For Tamsin, hers is William of Berengeny.

As the two grow up they come to know one another via extensive letters, while William goes to sea and Tamsin grows proficient at her herb-craft. William, though, does not want to remain a sea captain forever, and he shocks his family by wanting to come home and establish himself as, of all things, the proprietor of a chocolate shop. Before he can establish himself, however, he is framed for a murder–and it is his arrest that prompts Tamsin to come down out of the north at last, for although she has yet to meet her intended face to face, she is absolutely convinced there is no way he could have committed the crime.

The story glides back and forth between Tamsin’s efforts to ingratiate herself to William’s standoffish relations, to uncover the truth of the murder, and her and William’s own quietly blossoming feelings for each other. Tamsin and William had positively Austenesque chemistry, and the letters they exchange, shown at the beginnings of the chapters, are little works of beauty and character development all by themselves. The setting through which they moved very much added to that feel, invoking the impression of an England-like land where magic goes hand in hand with well-mannered society. Speer’s prose is lovely, and oftentimes lushly detailed; I came out of the book thoroughly satisfied, as if after the best of chocolate truffles. Five stars.

Note to folks: The Chocolatier’s Wife is a Drollerie Press novel, currently available only in electronic form, but I do highly recommend checking it out if you are willing to read an ebook! And if y’all buy enough copies, you can help Drollerie get it into print, too.

Book Log #70: The Revenant Road, by Michael Boatman

Michael Boatman’s The Revenant Road is another Drollerie Press novel, one which by rights I should stay impartial about, but that’s tough to do when the novel is just that good. This one straddles the line between horror and dark fantasy, as it has a lot of elements in it that live under the aegis of urban fantasy these days. For my money, though, it’s more properly horror.

Obadiah Grudge is a best-selling horror author, but for some time now he’s been discontent with the lack of life and depth in his work. But when his long-estranged father is killed, he discovers a huge reason for the flatness of his writing, one he’s been in denial about for most of his life: there are real monsters in the world, and it’s been his father’s job to hunt them.

Now that his father is dead, that job is to be his.

As you might expect, Obadiah fights this fate tooth and claw for a while. As you might also expect, he possesses certain powerful and highly rare abilities that mark him to be hunted by the monsters once tracked by his father. Eventually, though, he joins forces with his father’s partner to stop a string of supernatural killings in Seattle, where he must not only face his destiny, but also the thing that killed his dad.

This is all around a solid read, and I got a particular snicker out of the monsters gunning for Obadiah taking on the forms of critics who’d previously savaged his work. If you’d like to check out the book for yourself, it’s one of Drollerie’s print titles, so you can ask your local bookstore to order it today! Four stars.

Measurements of nerds

Those of you who follow me on Twitter and/or Facebook will have seen this already, but I thought it was worth putting into a longer post: I have decided that, given the news that PAX has sold out completely this year, a “PAX” should clearly be the default measurement unit for any gathering of nerds.

I am given to understand that in recent years, PAX has had upwards of 30,000 attendees. It seems therefore reasonable to estimate a PAX at 30,000 nerds. Which gives us the following measurement units:

  • 1 megaPAX = 30,000,000,000 nerds, or the approximate number of nerds required to buy your book before you can outsell J.K. Rowling
  • 1 kiloPAX = 30,000,000 nerds, or the number of nerds buying tickets to the latest SF/F blockbuster
  • 1 PAX = 30,000 nerds
  • 1 deciPAX = 3,000 nerds, or the approximate annual attendance at Norwescon
  • 1 centiPAX = 300 nerds, or the approximate number of attendees at any given showing of a Harry Potter movie
  • 1 milliPAX = 30 nerds, or the approximate number of attendees at any given SF/F convention panel
  • 1 microPAX = .03 nerds

Actual attendees of PAX should let me know if this year’s PAX surpasses the estimated number of a single PAX measurement. We wouldn’t want the math to be wrong, now would we?

Also, I am willing to entertain suitable counter-theories that a PAX could also be considered the unit of “amount of force of interest required to gather 30,000 nerds in a single location”. If you would like to support this theory, show your work in the comments!

And, props to userinfokirbyk and userinfoalfvaen for unit suggestions and prefix corrections! ;)