Tuesday, August 14, 2007

New Info on Angkor

Angkor Wat has been a World Heritage site since 1992. The city, built by the Khmer Empire, thrived for six centuries. In recent years (it was abandoned in 16th century) the ruins of Angkor were endangered by war in Cambodia, looting, and the plain old ravages of time.

It's back in the news now because (as the BBC puts it):

Using NASA satellites, an international team have discovered at least 74 new temples and complex irrigation systems.
The map, published in the journal PNAS, extends the known settlement by 1000 sq km, about the size of Los Angeles.

Archaeologists now guess that a million people lived in Angkor, that the city spread out over 115 square miles, and that it depended on diverting and managing the waterways to survive.

News stories are everywhere, but check out Angkor.com too, for more of the history and context. I borrowed the picture from them.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Trendy Vampires

What is it with vampires? Bram Stoker gave way to Anne Rice, and her many, many imitators. Buffy, Angel, Blade, Saint-Germain. . . . We have vampire detectives, vampire lovers, vampire heroes, vampire worlds, and vampire apocalyses clogging the arteries of the media bloodlines.

Now I read that Ridley Scott's production company has won a bidding war (payout: $1.75 million) for the half-finished first volume of a planned trilogy, from a writer no one has heard of: Jordan Ainsley. I checked Amazon.com; his name's not listed on anything. Which doesn't mean he can't write a great trilogy, of course. . . but I wouldn't bet my $1.75 mil on him.

Check here at the NY Times, if you need more details. The Times story is about how studios are desperate for series-type material. (Which explains why Ridley Scott is not knocking on my door, since I kill everyone off at the end of my book. Grouse, grouse.)

But. . . . the first novel's only half-written. The world is full of half-written novels! So I figure it must be the vampire-sex-blood-thing. Why is that so fascinating?
Maybe I should turn my hero into a druid-vampire and start a sequel.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Announcing a New Blog!

I live on the outskirts of Los Angeles, as I have for most of my life. Now I've combined my love of history with bits and pieces of LA architecture that have survived the decades in a blog called History, Los Angeles.

The blog entries consist of links to news stories related to Los Angeles County history. That's a wide area running from Long Beach to Malibu and east to good ol' Claremont. Not hard to find a daily bit of news, sometimes two, about a building or theater or restaurant with deep and colorful roots.

So please visit, and let me know what you think! Suggestions are always welcome (any attention is good attention, iow).

Friday, August 10, 2007

What if All Professionals Got Paid Like Writers?

In answer to those ridiculous ads that ask writers to write without compensation but promise publication and "exposure:"

http://craigslistcurmudgeon.com/category/wherelse-but-craigslist/

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Harry Potter and the London Bookies

Mediabistro reports that 62,000 pounds has been returned to those who bet on the ending of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I won't say more, but if you're curious and don't mind an ambiguous sort of spoiler, check out the story at either the Mediabistro link above, or this link to The Guardian. One bookie is featured, who took over 4000 bets on the book's ending.

(This cover is from the British edition--very different than the USA version of the book.)

The bookie must be a glutton for punishment though--he's already taken in another 12,000 pounds in bets that J. K. Rowling will/will not publish another Harry Potter book.

Monday, August 06, 2007

Gobelins--Something Else to See in Paris

And I should be so lucky. . .
The Galerie des Gobelins is exhibiting 400 years of their treasures, including the Artemis tapestries woven for Marie de Medici in 1607. Her husband, Henry IV, commissioned them. As this article by Gunilla Knutsson (at the Nordic www.ranskanuutiset.com) tells us:

For the first time in centuries, these fifteen tapestries hang side by side again. They were dispersed in the mid-1600s with only seven of them left in France. The eight missing pieces of this unique demonstration of French artistry of four hundred years ago were considered lost forever. During the Revolution and other times of crisis tapestries, especially those with gold or silver thread, were routinely destroyed to recuperate the metals.
Suddenly, about a decade ago, they turned up on the antique market in England at a price of 1,825 million Euros. Thanks to the detective work of a French expert the tapestries were identified as belonging to the original Artemis series. And with the generous help of a French financial group, they were finally returned to their homeland.
The tapestries will be shown through September; here's an announcement. The Gobelins workshops are open to the public three days a week.
If anyone wins the lottery and wants to tithe to me, I won't tell.

Saturday, August 04, 2007

On the Drudge Report



"Gossip has become so much a part of journalism that what he does doesn't stand out."

So says the editor of the WashingtonPost.com, Jim Brady, in a story about Matt Drudge and the Drudge Report in the Los Angeles Times. (My bad: the quote is actually from Frank Rich, a NY Times columnist. See comments)

Let's pause for a moment of silence.

This is a tiny little quote buried in a big front page article. I find it profoundly disturbing. I don't know the Drudge Report well, but for the Washington Post to acknowledge that gossip has become a part of journalism saddens me. Gossip is what Hearst did back in the twenties and thirties. Gossip is what led to McCarthyism and all sorts of evilness. Gossip is why I read newspapers rather than check-out stand tabloids at the market.

Gossip should not be part of journalism!

Here's a quote from further down in the story:

"Even when accuracy is not an issue, some journalists remain concerned about Drudge's influence."

Even when accuracy is not an issue?

When is accuracy NOT AN ISSUE to a journalist?

That's it. I'm moving to a cave.

Friday, August 03, 2007

Fake News Rules!

Oh Joy! Oh Rapture! Ring the Merry Bells of Fortune!
Comedy Central has put up the INDECISION 2008 Website!
GO there to watch videos about stupid candidate tricks!
Go there now. . . I have nothing further to say.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Outre commas

Last week, Newsweek ran a great column by Robert J. Samuelson about the has-been status of the comma. Read it here, if you like. He digresses often into curmudgeonly angst over our multitasking lifestyle (who doesn't, these days?) with comments like this:
The comma is, after all, a small sign that flashes PAUSE. It tells the reader to slow down, think a bit, and then move on. We don't have time for that. No pauses allowed. In this sense, the comma's fading popularity is also social commentary.

My favorite part is near the end:
Over the years, copy editors have stripped thousands of defenseless commas from my stories. I have saved every last one of them and piled them all on a secluded corner of my desk. They deserve better than they're getting. So here are some of my discarded commas, taking a long-overdue bow: ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,.

What else is there to say, but, maybe, and, just for good measure,,,

Monday, July 30, 2007

Author Writes Novel on Cell Phone!

And then gets eaten by aliens!

Well, no, not the aliens part. But an Italian writer has written his 384-page novel on a cell phone. The story's on Mediabistro.

Why? you may ask (I did). His publisher's PR person says: "It really was a time management issue. He had a book in him and really wanted to write it but found he just didn't have the time to sit and do it on a computer."

Maybe it's sour grapes on my part, but has anyone reviewed this novel? It's sci-fi, and if it weren't in Italian I'd volunteer. I'm sure any author, no matter what he writes on, would rather be famous for writing a good read, rather than a novelty manuscript.

Friday, July 27, 2007

Crowdsourcing and Assignment Zero

According to Wired Magazine, the results are in. Read the whole report on Assignment Zero here, or settle for my mish-mosh, which follows

Crowdsourcing, btw, is the idea that instead of paying a person, you can toss a job out to the masses and have them do it piecemeal, for free. Wikipedia is an example of world-wide crowdsourcing.

(To freelancers scrambling to somehow find paying work, crowdsourcing is a Very Bad Thing.)

However, crowdsourcing seems not to be the big ol' threat I initially feared. It just doesn't work that well for most projects.

Wired crowdsourced a story/report on crowdsourcing in January 2007. Now, as they tell it, the report is done. Lessons were learned that may facilitate crowdsourced projects in the future, but as for this experiment, called Assignment Zero:

In the 12 weeks the project was open to the public, it suffered from haphazard planning, technological glitches and a general sense of confusion among participants. . . . it might best be considered a highly satisfying failure. It fell far short of the original aim of producing over 80 feature stories, but in over a dozen interviews conducted by phone and e-mail, contributors uniformly described a positive, “though frequently exasperating,” experience.

Lest we write crowdsourcing off completely, though, article author Jeff Howe says he found, "at least three-quarters of the Q&As to be equal to or exceeding the quality of thought and insight found in any national magazine."

Ouch! Jeff, c'mon, a little loyalty to the profession might be nice!

One more quote: “Why are these people willing to work for free?” — Jay Rosen in Wired News, on the launch of Assignment Zero

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Study finds that Fat People have Fat Friends. . . duh!

First off, I have been varying degrees of fat my whole life, so I do not write any of this to make fun of fat people.

But criminy, doctors needed a computer survey of 12,000 people to figure out that people tended to have friends of like weight? News story here.

This is news? To whom?

What a shock! Friends--surprise!--eat together frequently and use each other for excuses! Every person I know has made the excuse that his or her friends dragged them to McDonalds, or an Italian restaurant, or a gelato bar, etc. etc. How many of us have friends that enable our eating because that way, we're bigger than them? Ooohhh, lookit all the hands!

Everyone who's ever lost weight has also--and this is brutal--lost friends. Or at least, an aspect of friendship. If you don't want to be naughty and eat pancakes with them, they stop inviting you out. That aspect. Sucks.

This isn't the first time I've read a front page report about something that no one needed research to know! But I guess the rule with doctors and scientists is that if you can't cite a study, you can't make an assumption.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Ping-o-Matic

I have just learned about this device. Go to http://www.pingomatic.com when you complete a new blog entry, type in your blog name and adress, and a magical nudge will be sent to places like Technorati, My Yahoo, etc.--letting them know there is new content on your blog.

Monday, July 23, 2007

It's A Tough World Out There

Take heart, rejected columnists!

And savor this, from the San Francisco Chronicle:

A few months ago, she [Condaleeza Rice] decided to write an opinion piece about Lebanon. She enlisted John Chambers, chief executive officer of Cisco Systems as a co-author, and they wrote about public/private partnerships and how they might be of use in rebuilding Lebanon after last summer's war. No one would publish it.
Think about that. Every one of the major newspapers approached refused to publish an essay by the secretary of state. . . . it was sent to the Wall Street Journal, the New York Times and perhaps other papers before the department finally tried a foreign publication, the Financial Times of London, which also turned it down.
If Condi can't get published by the big-time papers, who am I to whine about my rejection letters?
C'mon, everyone: group cackle!

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Unprecedented Crowd in Montclair

Montclair is hardly a hot spot. That I was number 500 to walk in for my Harry Potter book at 11:30 on Saturday shocked me--especially as Barnes & Nobles, in the same mall, was having a better-publicized event. So I had to take pictures; who will believe me 20 years from now?

I currently have the headaches and nausea commonly associated with a hangover. Can one get a reading hangover?

Ollivander, as I suspected, makes an appearance in the first part. No, I won't give away any more than that. You probably aren't here unless you've read the book anyway.



I even ran into someone I know! Really know--I'm not talking about the several Professor Trelawny's or the dozens of Hogwarts students. Here is Tizsa, enjoying the wait. She came much earlier than I did, and left earlier too.


For the record, I had my book and was back in my car at 1:42 AM. And now I see that ny worst fears have been realized.

OK, I'll blow the plot. No spoiler alert, no nothing:
Harry gets caught by You-Know-Who and is forced to clean up Borders at 4 AM on July 22. Yeah, there are fates worse than death.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Neville and Ollivander?

I'm re-reading Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince so that the characters will be fresh in my mind when the new book comes out.

And I'm reading it a bit slowly--as opposed to the first time I got my hot little hands on it and whipped through during a couple of all-nighters to see who died. (No!)

Something strikes me:
Neville Longbottom and his Gran bought Neville a new wand from Ollivander's the day before Mr. Ollivander disappeared. That's on page 137, and another reference to Ollivander's disappearance is on page 106--pointing out that there was no sign of a struggle.

Hmmmm.

Was Neville meant to have that wand, or was it a plant?

Was Ollivander selling wands under the imperius curse?

If no, did he sell a wand he wasn't supposed to sell? Was he dragged off as punishment?

If under the imperius curse, was he forced to sell the wand to a friend of Harry's, or to Neville himself?

Are we absolutely certain that Ollivander was one of the good guys?

The Opposite of Change

Think of the opposite of change.

Are you imagining a cozy fire in an ivy-covered cottage, far from the madding crowd? A snug home that keeps the wild world at bay?

A Mayberry-like town where haircuts are a quarter, or maybe just a tavern, where everybody knows your name?

I used to think of our old vacation home, where we'd go every August and every Easter.

My parents had a vacation home in northern California. It sat along a lake, which nestled in hills an hour removed from any of the major freeways. Nearby towns were small and filled with retirees or folks who rented cabins for a few weeks of fishing. The Catholic priest said Mass in the high school gymnasium when he visited each Sunday, and the high school serviced students from as much as forty miles away.

Piers jutted into the lake, some with roofs and rails. A few 19th century homes were falling apart and we collected hand-crafted nails from them. We also rooted around in our yard for obsidian arrowheads. We found them by accident when we dug a pit for fish guts after a productive day fishing. Soon we realized that we could dig just about anywhere and find an ancient campfire about a foot down, with discards and half-completed spearheads.

Idyllic, huh?

As adults, we ached when our Dad sold the place, but 15 or 20 years later my brother stopped by the lake when he had the chance, spent a couple of days, and took pictures.

"Hasn't changed at all," he told me.

"That's great!"

"No, listen to me. It hasn't changed." He paused to emphasize the point. "In all this time, nothing has happened. No one's painted their house or built a new pier. Everything's falling apart. People die and no one buys their home. Yards wither. Stores have gone out of business."

He showed me the pictures. Bait shops and old markets that we remembered were either boarded up or barely surviving in buildings that were more decrepit than ever. Cabins stood abandoned, overgrown with weeds. It was a sad sight, and not a place you'd ever take your family to, not anymore.

I'm happy to report that since that time, wine growers discovered the area and it's become popuar--in a limited way. It's still hours from major freeways and it will never rival Napa, but there are new homes, new retirees, restaurants, and stores.

The point of all this is?

The opposite of change is stagnation.

It's about as idyllic as rot and decay. Hey, even Cheers had to get repainted and order new barstools once in a while.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Most Expensive Residential Property Ever!

The home formerly occupied by William Randolph Hearst and Marion Davies is for sale.

Did I say "home" ? My bad.

Homes are managable pieces of real estate that eat up 2/3 of an average paycheck. Homes house families, but usually not multiple families. Homes have a set number of rooms that you can count on your fingers.

The Hearst-Davies property, as reported by the Los Angeles Times this morning (here) has the following:
  • 29 bedrooms

  • 3 swimming pools

  • a disco

  • a movie theater

  • 4 houses, an apartment, and a cottage for security personnel, spread across 6.5 acres.

The price? $165,000,000

Just for the record, Hearst bought the house in 1947, twenty years after it was built. He paid $120,000 for it then. Hearst, already in his eighties, lived there with Davies until his death in 1951. Davies died ten years later and the property was sold.

If the Hearst-Davies pedigree isn't enough for you, this house was used in the first Godfather movie. Remember the scene where the guy woke up to find the horse's head in his bed? Pony up $165 million and you can sleep in that same room every night!

No US property has sold for over $100 million . . . yet. There are several on the market, including a vacation home of Saudi Arabia's Prince Bandar in Aspen, Colorado, priced at $135 million. But I bet he never had a severed thoroughbred in his bed.

The selling agent's website is here. Just in case.

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Thanks a Lot, Tongues o' Flame

Appropos of an earlier blog entry about fire and archaeological sites, I just came across an L.A. Times article from November 28, 2000 that I saved in my alphabetical file. (You know, the file where you stuff all sorts of interesting things that you think you might actually want to refer to, someday. I bought a big accordion file for them. Makes me feel organized.)

The L.A. Times article, titled “Tongues of Flame Reveal the Past,” starts off:

The Sequoia wildfire leveled forests but also opened spaces previously inaccessible to archaeologists. Relics found in the ashes suggest that Native American settlers had a more complex culture than previously thought.



OK, we’ll ignore the note of condescension. The meat of the article is this: In July and August of 2000, an 80,000-acre fire swept through the Sequoia National Forest. In parts of that forest, mechanized travel was verboten, so archaeologists never had much access. Bulldozers had to build emergency roads to get to the fire, though, so the archaeologists got to run around and find things, which is What Archaeologists Do.

They discovered cliffside pictographs denoting a solstice, areas full of grinding stones, lots of imported obsidian for arrow and spear tip manufacture, and pottery shards indicating trade with tribes hundreds of miles away. More than 400 sites, some dating back 3000 years, were documented.

Not much detail is given, for fear of attracting looters. This is a big problem in California’s forests, where the forest service dollars are spread in a pitifully thin veneer.

OTOH, the fire—called the Manter fire--was so intense and destructive that officials estimate the forest will take 300 years to fully recover. The unspoken caveat, of course, would be “assuming another fire doesn’t do even more damage.”

Given the dryness of the area this year, three centuries without a fire is an awfully idealistic hope.In fact, fire now threatens a couple of sites important to movie buffs: Vasquez Rocks off Highway 14, and the town of Lone Pine, on Highway 395, heading up to Mono Lake and the eastern edge of Yosemite. You can read about that on my hubpages entry.

Friday, July 06, 2007

Frieda Kahlo Turns 100



Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday Frieda Kahlo

Happy birthday to you!

She would have been 100 years old, 7-6-07.

She has been dead longer than she was alive.

Can you imagine what sort of work she might have been producing had she lived years more? I can't.

This picture, painted in 1943, is titled "Thinking of Death."

Photo credit is Raphael Deniz, for the Banco de Mexico and INBAL Mexico, 2005. Found at Tate.org.uk

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Good article on Starv...Freelancing

Mediabistro (a sterling organization to which I proudly belong) has an article based on interviews with five relatively successful freelancers, here.

The article reminds us of the importance of perserverence. Yes.

Usually, my queries get about a 15-20% acceptance rate. Every 5th or 6th letter gets a call or email telling me they like me, they really like me (sniff!) .

But this year has been rough.

Maybe it's because I'm sending out more queries than ever before--which translates into more opportunities for rejection than ever before. And boy, do editors love to sieze those opportunities! Their silence has been deafening.

Of the 28 queries I sent since May 1, I got one "yes"--and that's the hubpages.com blog, the wonderful essays you see to the top right. Please click on one and give it a thumbs up. Please.

I also got a call from the editor rejecting my story idea but telling me she liked my clips, so maybe in future. . . and that's encouraging. Believe me, I am not complaining that an editor took the time to call.

(did you click on an article? I'm begging here; there must be something that interests you!)

The rest? Nada. Two editors commited their rejection to writing, which I accept as a courtesy. The others, no doubt buried in a sea of pitches (though none as wonderful as mine) do not respond, which is, of course, an answer.

I'm not whining about the editors, but this has been an unusually long dry spell. And it's 105 degrees out.

OTOH, I do still have the textbook work, for which I am grateful. And so is my landlord and his property manager. Evictions are nasty affairs.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Extrava-f-inganza

Every newspaper covered the Versailles pageant celebrating Dior's 60th anniversary. Yes, Versailles, a name and site synonymous with self-destructive excess.

The celebrity-packed spectacular was followed by a party: According to the LA Times, "roving musicians, tents with chandeliers and pans of paella the size of backyard trampolines. It was an extravaganza. . ."

Check out the video, courtesy of HelloMagazine : here.

The paper went on to point out that within days, Valentino will outdo Versailles in a 3-day frolic "amid the ruins of the Imperial Forum." In fall, Fendi will have models on the Great Wall of China.

In a related story, journalists lament that they've run out of synonyms for such extreme superlatives of showmanship, necessitating a deep breath of . . . hmmm . . . common sense?

Is everyone nuts, or is this just our kneejerk biological reaction to global warming? To show that we can indeed sink further into a morass of self-indulgent panoply? Maybe it's a sequined, strutting shout-out: "Screw you, reality!"

Someone pinch me, please.


Monday, July 02, 2007

The COOLEST Toy

It's 105 degrees and not likely to get any cooler for weeks. The security guard at the bank had a personal private mister that he said he got at Walmart. I've been looking and this is the closest I've seen to what he had.
They come from mistymates.com, and cost about $20 for a 10-oz pump.
The security guard's put out a steady spray from an uncoiled hose no more than a 1/4" around. It had the wrist strapp like this. A life saver in the heat!

Sunday, July 01, 2007

House Beautiful

In the 1970s, Dr. Roger Agache, an archaeologist and pilot, realized that he could see the outlines of ancient buildings from his plane. He took hundreds of pictures of the Picardie region in France, plotting out where Iron Age farms and later Roman estates stood.

In this picture, which was on Wikipedia’s French site, the circular forms are Bronze Age ditches (possibly temple sites?) and the large rectangular enclosures indicate Iron Age farms.

But what did the farmhouses look like? The materials that might have decorated them are gone. We tend to imagine big, rustic places with a central firepit, a couple of benches, and lots of pots.

Our images of ancient houses are probably wrong.

It’s likely that wattle and daub or plastered walls were decorated with paint. Drapes of bright fabrics, in checks and stripes, might have been hung—either on the walls or subdividing the living spaces into private areas.

In fact, it’s possible that screens or wood walls gave residents privacy. Wood, fabric, thatch—all those things DON’T survive for thousands of years. That doesn’t mean they weren’t there.

When remains of ancient houses are found, they usually include the holes where wooden posts once stood, and the stones around the hearth. Not much else is left, especially after centuries or even millennia.

The post holes give archaeologists the dimensions of the building. Ditches and trenches give impressions of outbuildings. But nothing tells us what the place really looked like.

Here’s a BBC story about a 2,000-year-old roundhouse found in Aberdeenshire, Scotland, the largest Iron Age dwelling found in that country. The place was 20 meters wide, which is about 65 feet, or 22 yards. That’s huge. Most city shops aren’t that deep, but this measurement is for the width and depth of a round house. HUGE!

Not too hard to imagine that such a large house—which must have had several hearths (the article doesn’t say) would’ve had partitions of some sort. The archaeologists assume that it was a house for the aristocrats because it was big. It might have housed whole families in different sections.

In North America, many Indian tribes lived in large longhouses, at least during the winter months. Iroquois longhouses could be up to 150 feet long (over 50 meters) and hold up to 20 families. Like the longhouses or farmhouses found in France, very little remains beyond the post holes and hearth stones. We do know that the Iroquois moved their villages, abandoning the old houses, every ten years or so because ten years in the same place drained all the local resources. Is it possible that Celtic clans moved for the same reasons?

BTW, some American tribes used wattle and daub structures too. Here’s an article about excavations in Mississippi on such houses that are 400-500 years old.

Friday, June 29, 2007

Add Coastal Erosion to Fire and Storms

Coastal erosion: another environmental attack on archaeological sites. Like fire and storms, it reveals--then destroys. (Good segue from yesterday's blog, right?)

A mound on Scotland's coast built up over 2,000 years to cover Iron Age pottery, metal works, and housing remains. That Sandwick, Unst coastline features many treasures, including a Viking settlement. At this particular site, archaeologists found a skeleton with copper alloy ornaments and a polished stone disk in its mouth.

Now that's unusual. The BBC story ran in October 2005. Another story about Scotland's eroding coastline and the 12,000 archaeological sites at risk is here.

An update appears in the Shetland Times of June 29, 2007. The community is rebuilding the site at Sandwick, Unst (not Uist; that was yesterday's entry), knowing that the waves will wear it down over the next few years. They figure they'll not only increase awareness of the site, but learn a lot as well.

Here is a website about the Sandwick, Unst site, showing the last two year's work. There's even a kids' page!

We get spoiled by the incredible sites at Giza, Athens, Rome, and Stonehenge; I suspect we sometimes think that monuments must last forever to be worthwhile. And, by extension, that we must build to last forever.

Even here in California, there is a tendency to think that way--that our buildings must endure, that all must remain as it is. Truthfully, though, there were many, many cultures that lived either on the move or in shelters that were not meant to house generations of people. I'm sure those cultures supported rich, meaningful lives. The only downside to that way of thinking is that we don't know about them, because they left no stone buildings.

And that's our problem, not theirs--right?

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

The Up Side of Fires and Storms

In 2002, there was a monstrous, mother-of-all fires in Arizona: the Rodeo-Chediski fire. It burned for 3 weeks and consumed nearly half a million acres. Thirteen hundred archaeological sites--including ancient villages, early railway camps, and rock art, were endangered by the fire. (don't know how many were actually damaged). This image is from NASAMODIS and was found at (of all places) the website of the National Wild Turkey Federation, or nwtf.org.

In its aftermath, though, at least a dozen new archaeological sites on the White Mountain Apache reservation were exposed and "discovered," according to an article in Archaeology Magazine online. That article mentions a 1996 Colorado fire that revealed 400 sites after burning 5000 acres of Mesa Verde National Park.


Of course, more is lost in a disastrous fire than is found; I don't mean to imply otherwise. In fact, the White Mountain Apache tribe filed a civil suit against the woman who accidentally started the fire, which charred sacred sites on the reservation.

The Arizona Republic published a 5-year retrospective on the fire's damage here June 17, saying, "Miles of forest will be a wasteland for generations."

I'm reminded of this because the BBC reports that two 2000-year-old round houses on the beach in North Uist, Scotland were exposed by a terrible storm in 2005. The sites are in danger of being damaged by future storms, but for now, the round houses are being studied as they sit on the coast.

Here is a picture presentation of the Iron Age structures. These, including the picture shown here, are taked by SCAPE: the Scottish Coastal Archaeology and Problem of Erosion, a group funding the investigations. The remains of a round house are pretty clear here.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Battle Horns

Back to basics—meaning archaeology and Celts. The carnyx was the Celts’ battle horn. It had a boar’s head at the top, which stood two meters above the men who held it. Probably emitted an eerie, terrifying sound.

We know about carnyx’s . . . um, carnyxi? ah: carnyces! from impressions on the Gundestrup cauldron, a beautiful embossed bowl made up of many plates with depictions of Celtic mythology. On one plate is an antlered god. On another, a procession of men being dipped into a cauldron—could indicate some underworld death ritual, or magic spell, or hallucinogenic experience.

Those silly Celts neglected to leave us a manual explaining the symbolism.

Anyway, besides the Gundestrup cauldron, some ancient coins depict carnyces. The horns are also mentioned by Roman and Greek writers.

In 2004, a trove of five—FIVE!—bronze carnyces were found buried beneath a temple in Correze, France. Four had boar's head mouthpieces; the fifth had a serpent's head. The horns date to the first century BCE. Below is a picture of archaeologists carefully brushing away debris to reveal the instruments. Note the perfectly preserved Styrofoam cups and a plastic bottle as well.

(the picture is shamelessly copied from this site, which is in French.)
The site—called Tintignac—also yielded nine beautiful war helmets, including one decorated with a swan. Although the news stories do not specifically state this, my assumption is that these items were all offerings to deities, dropped into sacred pits and later buried so that the invading Romans would not find and profane them.
No whole carnyces had been found before, so the site (to me) is more important that all the new mummies that Dr. Hawas has unearthed near the pyramids.

Here is a news story in English on the discovery. Another article puts the dig in Lemovices territory.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Whither the Tourists & Their Lovely Money?

"Tourists aren't flocking to the US" the Los Angeles Times reports in June 22's Business section. Between 2000 and 2005, we learn, international visitors to the US dropped by 17%, and in big cities, by 20%. The rest of the world is enjoying a rise in tourism. Mayors are worried. CVBs (Convention & Visitors Bureaus) are frantic.

Several possible factors are listed for the drop in tourism: Our declining image abroad comes first, then . . . (drumroll) . . . "the difficulty and time it takes to get a visa and the perception that US ports of entry are unfriendly, understaffed, and overzealous about security." Gee, D'YA THINK????

The article acknowleged that 3/4 of the mayors polled agreed that treatment of tourists at U.S. ports of entry reinforce the negative impression.

Clearly worried, the government today announced that European tourists will soon be asked to submit to a 10-digit finger scan when they enter the U.S. Aren't the Europeans our friends?

Travel industry leaders point out that waiting time for a visa appointment in some countries takes 120 days. A State Dept. spokesman disputes this.

I was at the Travel Industry Association PowWow in Anaheim two months ago, and talked to a journalist from Hungary who said most of his colleagues will not bother to try to visit. His colleagues, mind you, who would benefit from the trip and probably get their employers to pay for it. But they don't want to come.

The Hungarian journalist described a demeaning and ridiculous scenario that involved opening up bank records, property records, family history, and many other forms of data to the U.S. authorities. Remember, to him, the U.S. is a foreign country. Would you let a foreign government dig around in your personal and financial records? Friends had to be interviewed, months passed, and in the end, he got his visa--with the understanding that upon landing on U.S. soil, customs officials could decide they didn't like his face or accent, and refuse him entry. If that happened, he would just have to get on a plane and return home immediately.

Most people just don't want to deal with that when planning a trip for business or pleasure.

The Los Angeles Times covered that angle back on April 25, too, interviewing foreign journalists at the TIA PowWow. "Reporters told horror stories about protracted visa application processes and lengthy airport security lines." Would you want to visit a country that, after a day-long airplane ride, kept you in a security line for over 90 minutes? So that you missed your connecting flight?

Two thousand international travelers rated the US airport arrival process as the "World's Worst", two to one over the runner-up: the Middle East. That's just embarrassing.

In April the guestimate of lost tourism revenue stood at $94 billion, according to the travel industry. I'm looking at the article, trying to find a decimal in there--nope, it's $94 billion. And today's story ups the figure to $100 billion.

How many people would that employ? In the U.S.? We're really shooting ourselves in the foot here.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Club 33: The Happiest, Most Exclusive Place on Earth


Who knew?

In 1967, Disneyland opened Club 33. Furnished with antiques and serving food that can only be described in French, like "Escargots et champignons sauvages sur petules des tomates," the club has only 487 members. They sit above the rabble that clogs the cobbled streets of New Orleans Square and sip champagne from Cinderella's glass slipper.

Wail and gnash your teeth; the waiting list for Club 33 has closed and will not suffer the inclusion of further supplicants. The few mortals already on the list may look forward to an estimated fourteen years of drooling until a slot becomes available. If they're lucky enough to be called, prospective members must cough up a $9,500 initiation fee and $3,175 yearly dues.

What do you get for this princely sum? Besides an appetizer of snails and wild mushrooms with tomatoes? Well, you can see pictures of the bar, lounge, and dining room at this unofficial (I prefer to think of it as illicit) website.
According to the LA Times, your meal at the club (for which you pay) includes access to Disneyland for everyone in your party. You can request that a Disney character join you at your table (yeah, I wanna see Mickey slurp those snails!), get behind the scenes tours. . . of course, you must reserve your table weeks in advance. Those 486 other members must be pretty frequent diners, I guess.
And someone pays over $12,000 for this! Corporations, btw, pay $25,000 for a members and almost $6,000 in yearly dues.
There are legends of animatronic vultures in the trophy room that delight visiting dignitaries. Kobe Bryant and our Governator have eaten there. . . OK, make it undignitaries, occasionally.
Twelve thousand dollars. It boggles the mind. That this story came out the day after World Refugee Day is a crude aside; just ignore me. I'm going away to sulk for the weekend.

Incans Killed by Spanish Muskets: Proof that Photographs are more Powerful than History Books

The papers are full an exciting find: a young man's body, with skull pierced by a musket ball shot in 1536 by a Spanish conquistador during the siege of Lima, Peru.

This photo is credited to archaeologist Elena Goycochea, National Geographic and AP

A great discovery--but isn't it sad that bodies had to be found to draw attention to a battle that has been in the books for 460 years?

72 bodies were unearthed in a Lima suburb, and many showed signs of being bludgeoned and torn apart or impaled. At least three were shot. Archaeologists assume only the Spanish had guns, and the bludgeoning deaths were likely at the hands of Indians from enemy tribes, armed with clubs.

The Los Angeles Times story says that this "evidence casts the conquistadors in a less heroic light." Peruvian historians talk about the great cover-up. Heroic? In 2007, does anyone still think of the unbelievable barbarity of Pizarro, Cortez, and their followers as heroic? More tragic is the idea that a cover-up was taught in Peru until recently--which is the impression I get from the article.

The bodies were found in an Incan cemetery with at least 500 classic burials. The 72 that died at the siege of Lima were not posed as the other corpses in the cemetery, but were hastily wrapped and put in shallow graves without offerings.

In fact, when he first found the skull in the photograph above, the head archaeologist Guillermo Cock assumed he'd come across a modern crime victim. His second impression was that the bullet hole was modern, made by someone shooting into the ground. Forensic scientists in the U.S. figured out that the force of the impact and the trace of iron on the skull could only have been caused by 16th century European weapons, though.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

New Blog!

I'm posting to hubpages.com as well. Check out my first hub on Transformers--the Toys and TV Show.

Writing, trivia, archaeology, and odds and ends will still be here. But hubpages.com will now have my best efforts at "history-behind-the-news" type of stories. And as we all know, the Transformer movie come out July 4th.

Veg-O-Matic


When my Dad passed away, my brother and I had 50 years of accumulated paraphenalia to sort through. Mixed up in that were six--count 'em--six Veg-O-Matics.

This picture is from the Smithsonian Institution Press webpage.

Why? The original, the one I remember using in the sixties, was still stored in its black, white, and orange cardboard box. Maybe Dad bought the others as gifts he forgot to bestow. Maybe they were on sale--he could never pass up a good deal. I think my brother sold them all on Ebay, except for the original. He kept that, and all the special blades.

I bring this up because Ron Popeil sold Ronco two years ago. Besides Veg-O-Matics and the Pocket Fisherman (which were actually invented by Ron Popeil's Dad), Ronco sold Ginsu knives, Armorcote pans, Set It and Forget It ovens, and the Inside-the-Shell egg scrambler. Ah, the memories! After selling $2 billion worth of gadgets, Popeil called it a day. His first payment from the new buyer was $40 million.

However, the new owners filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy, and Popeil is still owed nearly $12 million. It's downright embarassing, since he also sold rights to his own image and voice. The company that bought Ronco shows Popeil's picture, and according to the newspaper, uses his voice on their answering machines.

But they're talking to a new buyer. Wonder how he feels when he calls the company and hears Ron Popeil's voice?

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Mahar's Humor

The best I can do today is refer anyone who's reading to a hilarious essay that appeared in Newsweek's international edition: "Hillary Equals France"
. . . France has 20,000 miles of railroads that work. We have the trolley at the mall that takes you from Pottery Barn to the Gap. It has bullet trains. We have bullets. . . .
Why did Newsweek--a worthy publication--not make this gem available to its U.S. readership? HBO's ratings should convince Newsweek that we can laugh at ourselves. Really, that's our greatest asset.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Rome, Etruscans, and Turkey(s)

Geneticist have decided that the Etruscans, the Italian tribe that dominated Italy before Rome, originally came from Turkey. The well-educated scientists determined this by testing men whose families had lived in the Etruscan area (now Tuscany) for at least three generations, and who had Etruscan names.

This was in the Los Angeles Times, here, and probably in a bunch of other newspapers.

Um. . . OK, they tested men whose families lived in the area for three generations. That's what--60 to 90 years, tops? And based on that, these geneticists assume descent from a tribe that flourished 2600 to 3200 years ago? I wonder if the Times has left something out--something that would make this assumption sound . . . I dunno. . . rational? Or just a bit less loopy?

Oh yeah, the subject men had Etruscan names.

But the Etruscan language is lost. They left no writing. How on earth do you identify a surname as Etruscan after 2600 years?

The scientists say they will now look at the DNA from excavated Etruscan burials. That might be a good idea. In fact, it might have been smart to do that before holding a press conference about their findings.

Three generations? Etruscan names? Puh-leese!

Beads from 80,000 Years Ago

I love this. A dozen beads, pierced for stringing and dyed with red ocher, were found in a Morrocan cave. They date to 80,000 years ago.

(picture from MSNBC's website and credited to Ian Cartwright, LiveScience)

And they aren't even the oldest ever found. A couple of shell beads in Shkul, Israel were unearthed in the 1930s and are believed to be 100,000 years old. One in Algeria is aged 90,000 years, and some in South Africa are 75,000 years old. They weren't found near a beach; they were carried away deliberately and worked.

80,000 years, or 100,000. What does that compare to? The caves painted with horses and hunt scenes in Lascaux, France, date to 15,000 BCE. The agricultural revolution didn't kick off till 8,000 or 9,000 BCE. The earliest evidence of weaving--impressions of cloth pressed into wet clay, or fossilized cloth wrapped around an antler--date to 7000 BCE. (That doesn't mean cloth didn't exist earlier; we just haven't found any evidence)

So what were people doing 80,000 years ago?

Dressing up, obviously.





Saturday, June 16, 2007

Sneakers and Plimsolls

A lesson in demand and supply:
By the 1830s, working-class men and women in England were taking annual holidays to the beach. A cheap, light, canvas-top shoe with a leather or jute sole became the footwear of choice on these vacations. The New Liverpool Rubber Company (which would become Dunlop) developed a low-cost, rubber-soled "sand shoe" for the beachgoers.

The shoe caught on. In the 1870s people started calling the shoes 'plimsolls' because its horizontal band, placed where the rubber joined the canvas, looked like the Plimsoll line on a ship: a line on the hull that showed how much weight a ship could carry.

White plimsolls resembled more expensive shoes made for the tennis set; in fact, the plimsolls soon replaced other shoes. The rubber soles were more comfortable and resilient on tennis courts and lawns.

Plimsolls were everywhere. They went with Admiral Scott on his Antarctic exedition . . . they were worn by athletes at the first modern Olympics in Athens . . . the military had thousands dyed to match uniforms . . . schools made them mandatory gear in athletic programs. . . . And that's in Europe.

In the U.S., the style was copied and caught on with croquet players.In 1875, rubber-soled shoes acquired the name "sneakers" because they didn't squeak like most other footwear, allowing a person to sneak around silently.

In 1912 the U.S. company Spaulding made a high-top speaker with a gum rubber suction sole, and an upper of black kangaroo leather—the forerunner of today’s basketball shoes.

Marquis Mills Converse began producing shoes in New England shortly after that, and came out with a basketball shoe in 1917: the All Star.

The first celebrity endorsement? That was the Converse Rubber Shoe Company's Chuck Taylor All Star--which is still being marketed in 2007. Basketballer Chuck Taylor got involved with Converse, suggesting improvements to the All Star shoe. He got his name on the shoe in 1923, and the rest is marketing legend. 750 million Chuck Taylor All Stars have been sold since.

Converse remained the most popular basket ball shoe for forty years. it took Adidas Pro Model in the 1960s to knock them out of first place.

And that's another story.

Friday, June 15, 2007

Damned if you are, damned if you're not

My grandmother used to say "Damned if you are, damned if you're not."

She told me it came from the days when the English used to kill people for belonging to the wrong religion: Henry VIII killed Catholics who wouldn't support his new church of England. Then Henry died, and his oldest daughter Mary--a devout Catholic--piously ordered the execution of at least 300 people who turned their backs on Catholicism to save their skin, under her father's reign. That's why she's called Bloody Mary. Then she died and Elizabeth took over. Catholics out, Protestants in, but things calmed down a bit.

The phrase comes to mind today as ABC News and others report executions in the streets of Gaza of Fatah leaders or supporters (CNN says these reports are not confirmed). Not enough to be a Palestinian; you have to be in the right party. I thought their virulent hatred of Israel would be enough to keep the factions from trying to destroy each other, but I have a tendancy to be a Pollyana. Silly me.

In the Spanish Civil War (the 1930s), the two sides tore into each other with growing violence. The Spanish Civil War was unbelievably bitter and bloody. The factions were Franco's Insurgents and the government Loyalists. Both groups were willing to eviscerate their country and kill everyone in it to keep the other side from winning.

In one city--Baena--the Insurgents took over and executed 90 men, all leaders and administrators. Months later, the Insurgents were forced out by the Loyalists. When the Loyalists took control, the killed 700 Insurgent sympathisers in reprisal.

Damned if you are, damned if you're not.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

History With Warts and All


Hmmm . . . how to present an underground slave passage belonging to one of the icons of liberty? Could be tricky.

Washington DC was not our original capital. Philadelphia was. When George Washington became our first leader in the 1790s, his presidential home was in Philadelphia.

The National Park Service is excavating that home, right in front of the Liberty Bell Center. (this pictures is from AP/Matt Rourke) They planned to build a nice, media-savvy, pro-active, 21st century exhibit hall; sounds like the excavation was intended to be a quick look and no one expected to find much.

Lo and behold, they found a lot, including the underground walkway. The passage is evidence that the nine slaves serving Washington in Philadelphia (he actually owned 300, but most stayed in Mount Vernon) tiptoed around unobtrusively, using secret tunnels to go in and out of the house. How best to incorporate this into the planned media exhibit?

The National Park Service is filled with dedicated people. They want to show visitors what they’ve unearthed. If they have to add ramps to an underground passage, reposition the building so that the excavation is protected . . . you don’t have to be an engineer to realize that the budget is going to explode!
But what else can they do? Maybe a corporation or millionaire patriot/history buff will cover the new expenses.

Public History—I know this because I got my masters (in history) from Arizona State U, which has a great Public History program—is about preserving history for the public. Museums, historical societies, monuments, publishing, even things like grant-writing, are all part of public history.

National Park employees, public historians, writers, all of us, believe that history is exciting. You and your kids should see it, not lock it up in libraries or bury it underground.
So if you know any potential benefactors just aching for a worthy cause, please let them know about this! The original story, published at Examiner.com, is here.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

From Typhoid Fever to XRD TB

With all the fuss over Andrew Speaker, the groom infected with XRD-TB, I’ve pulled out a copy of a 1938 New York Times obituary. The headline of the obit doesn’t give the woman's name. It reads instead: ‘Typhoid Mary’ Dies of a Stroke at 68.

Her name was Mary Mallon. She was never sick, but she carried the bacillus that caused typhoid fever, back before antibiotics. Typhoid is not an airborne disease like TB, but Mary was a cook. Over the years, she infected at least 46 people. Three of them died. Mary was judged to be a threat to public safety, and was sent to Brothers Island to live in isolation.

It’s a fascinating story. Nova did an episode on her. Anthony Bourdain and others have written books about Mary Mallon. We can ask the same question about her that we now ask of Andrew Speaker: was this person a naïve pawn of the system, or a disease-spewing threat to us all?

Mary was the first healthy carrier identified, but within a few years New York doctors and officials realized she wasn’t the last. In fact, hundreds and maybe even thousands were walking the streets. No one tried to apprehend them—impossible! And when these carriers were identified—when an epidemic broke out and families and servants got tested—no one locked them away.

In fact, one carrier, Alphonse, owned a bakery. After being categorized and warned by public health officials not to prepare food, he was caught baking (horrors!) and hauled before a judge. The judge reminded Alphonse that he should not be touching food because he carried typhoid fever. Then he sent Alphonse home. End of story.

So why was Mary locked up on Brothers Island for twenty-six years? Why do we not speak loathingly of Typhoid Alphonse? Well, Mary was a single Irish woman, a fair target of prejudice in those days. But the real reason might be just because she was the first. The original scare and resultant media frenzy was all about her.

Which doesn’t speak well for poor Andrew. Still, he has one thing going for him that neither Mary nor Alphonse could enjoy: a blogosphere that has labeled him and his bride "hotties."

See? Some things do change. We can get more shallow, if we all try.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Photography and Irony


Everyone has seen this Pulitzer-prize winning photograph of the young girl in Vietnam, running naked down a road after a napalm attack, wailing.

And everyone has also seen the picture that one of the paparazzi got of Paris Hilton in the sheriff's car on the way to court, wailing. It was in every newspaper in the country last Friday or Saturday.

Did you know the same photographer took both pictures? No joke. His name is Nick Ut, and David Hinckley of the NY Daily News just wrote an article about this strange twist of fleeting fame. Here it is.

Vannes


In 56 B.C., Julius Caesar continued his war of conquest against the many tribes of Gaul. The contestants that 3rd year were the residents of Brittany. The most powerful tribe (per Caesar), the Veneti, lived around the Morbihan Bay and controlled the tin and metals trade and all the shipping with Britain. Caesar stormed several of their towns, but they always managed to vacate and escape by sea to an island or peninsula.

The city of Vannes sits on the Morbihan Bay and I believe its name is an homage to the Veneti. But this is not where the Veneti lived. No one has ever found the site of their city, which Caesar called Venetia.

That the Veneti had a pretty large town or oppidum (a fort) is certain. So much commerce would have to be warehoused and distributed. They struck coins indicating a pretty stable currency. They had hundreds of large ships. We know about them from The Gallic Wars, written by Caesar. He was pretty proud of the way fortune delivered the Veneti fleet to him, and how his men responded.

He sent Brutus (yup, the et-tu Brutus) up the Loire River to build dozens of Roman ships. Brutus delivered: little Roman carvels that couldn't even ram the larger Veneti ships. But, on the day of battle, as Caesar watched from shore (tradition puts him at St. Gildas) . . .

Our men had made ready in advance. . . sharpened hooks fixed into long poles, not unlike the kind of hooks used for pulling down walls in seiges. Using these hooks, our men seized the ropes binding the enemy yardarms to the masts and drew them tight: then our ship quickly rowed away, and the ropes broke.
The Veneti ships depended entirely on their leather sails for mobility; they didn't have rowers. The Roman carvels disabled a few ships in this manner, but the Veneti caught on and kept their distance. Then a miracle happened:

. . . suddenly a dead calm fell, and they were unable to sail away.
No wind, no movement. One by one the great ships were surrounded and boarded. The Veneti fought hard but were slaughtered piecemeal.

All their warriors had been on those ships; there was no one left to defend the towns. Caesar executed their surviving rulers and sold all of the people into slavery.

Hoards of Veneti coins have been found buried over the past two thousand years. Merchants and tradesment fled with all their wealth, hoping to escape. The one place that these coins have NOT been found is Vannes. In Vannes, which sits at the site of the Roman settlement Darioritum, archeaologists find Roman coins and artefacts dating to the first century B.C. when the Romans moved in--but nothing earlier.

So where was Venetia? Some people hope to find Atlantis or the grave of Attila. I'd rather find the remnants of a great Veneti town, looted or not.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Iran-Iraq War

I haven't blogged about ancient Gaul in a long time, have I? Most recently the Iran-Iraq War has been taking up my time. Here's some stuff I betcha didn't know about that charming little matchup:
  1. A million deaths resulted from the Iran-Iraq War.
  2. It lasted a month short of eight years (September 1980 to August 1988), making in the longest conventional war of the twentieth century
  3. Iraq's President, Saddam Hussein, invaded Iran at the beginning of the war, thinking that the new leadership of the country (the Ayatollah--remember him?) was not ready to fight a war. Was he wrong! Never underestimate the power of religious fanaticism.
  4. Iraq ended the war $80 BILLION in debt. That's one big reason why Iraq invaded Kuwait two years later and started the Gulf War.
  5. In Iran, volunteer soldiers as young as 9 years old--yes, NINE--were joining the army and "clearing fields of mines" (I think that means they got blown up.)

What a fun topic. But two weeks ago it was Guernica and the Spanish Civil War. We just never learn.

Hefeweizen

Here is the proper way to pour Hefeweizen, a wonderful cloudy beer made of wheat. The barkeep at HipKitty showed me.

Pour into glass, but leave about an inch in the bottle for half a minute. The yeast settles at the bottom of the bottle. Swish it around, then pour it into the glass--the beer will turn color.

Now quite honestly, it was really dark so I didn't see the color change. But I believe him; why would a nice, handsome man lie?

A quick scan of beer sites shows me that:
  • It's Hefe Weisen
  • Pouring the yeast in last allows it to lace through the brew and adds to the flavor.

Friday, June 08, 2007

Good Things Come in Threes

Just found out that Inland Empire Magazine, the big glossy journal that covers San Bernadino and Riverside Counties (with a little overlap into LA and the OC), has published my profile on Matthew Atherton, winner of the Sci-Fi Channel's 2006 series, "Who Wants to Be A Superhero?"

Interviewing Matthew, who is super-nice, interesting, courteous, inspiring, and engaging--besides being tall and handsome--was a lot more fun than researching old wars. Here are links for his Feedback website, and and for his favorite charity, Recording for the Blind and Dyslexic.

Combined with the Boys' Life short and the Modoc War series in Chronicle of the Old West, that's three for the month!

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Postage

This is important. Future jobs may depend on it.

First class letters up to 6 by 11 and 1/2 inches are 41 cents, and over one ounce you add 17 cents per ounce. So, two ounces is 58 cents.

If you send out 8 and 1/2 by 11 inch envelopes (if you send clips, in other words), the postage is now 80 cents for one ounce, and 17 cents extra for additional ounces.

Sunday, June 03, 2007

Drains, Kites, and Cupcakes

Here is some interesting information from an old issue of Wired that got a final perusal before being dumped in the recycle bin:
  • The water in bathtubs, sinks, and toilets does NOT swish one way (clockwise) in the northern hemisphere and the other way in the southern hemisphere. The shape of the basin and position of incoming water flow are what determines the direction.
  • Benjamin Franklin's kite was NOT struck by lighting. The kite picked up electricity from the air, which caused an arc between Franklin's hand and the key that was tied to the kite.
And finally, from a New York Times article:
  • The Torrance Bakery is now 23 years old and is swamped with intern applicants, willing to work for free. This is a new phenomenon. So treat those smilin' college students with some respect, please; they are not simply there because their parents made them get a minimum-wage summer job!

But why does the New York Times run an article on bakeries in Los Angeles county? Could it be that their Los Angeles cousin has been too busy handing out pink slips to note the stories under their noses?

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Announcing . . .

My teensy article on Sweat has finally been published in the June issue of Boys' Life . . . (pause for resounding ovation) . . . my first $1/word gig. And not, I am overjoyed to state, my last.

As for the military text book articles, I have--over the past couple of months--written a few dozen on Rome's rise and fall and the Spanish Civil War of the 1930s. Now, I embark upon the Iran-Iraq War of the 1980s, which may carry me through to the end of the project.

Time to Write

I'm adding Poynter Online to my links because they have such great articles, such as today's from Chip Scanlon's Chip on my Shoulder Blog about finding--or rather, making--time to write.

It's a nifty piece filled with anecdotes about how Scott Turow, Anne Tyler, and others found time to write, initially, but he gives an intriguing line at the start: Writing to our circadian rhythms. I thought he was going to talk about each individual's need to find the best time of day to write.

That may seem a luxury if you're working 8 hours a day doing something else, but I think everyone has a particular time of day when they do their best work. Mine is first thing in the morning. I plan my day based on that. I have plenty of time to putz around with research, outlining, and editing, but I save my first couple of hours in the day for the work that is most important.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

The Hero's Journey

Watched a two-hour show about the Star Wars saga on the History Channel. Overall I liked it (although I really do wonder about their selection of talking heads. Peter Jackson was a coup, but some of those academics were . . . ummm . . . silly) but does anyone out there agree with me that this "Hero's Journey" formula is wearing thin?

To clarify:

  • Joseph Campbell was brilliant, and Hero with a Thousand Faces is worth reading twice.

  • Archetypes pack a ton of punch.

  • All authors can draw inspiration from mythic tales.

But . . . this idea that there is an esoteric formula for screenplays and novels that derives from ancient myth and traverses step by step through twists and turns . . . I have a problem with that.

I've heard lectures and read articles that try to hammer movies like Die Hard and It's a Wonderful Life into these multi-step formulas. A lot of convoluted interpretations are being forced where they don't really fit. OK, maybe I'm just not getting it, but lots of books are being sold that tell would-be writers to fit their stories to a magic formula and miracles will happen.

Seems to me that if you write a really great story, it'll lend itself to all sorts of interpretations. Maybe someone will diagram it out so that it matches their mythic hero's path. But a good story is a good story is a good story is a good story.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Oh Noooooooo

American Heritage on hold? No buyers, not publishing? Oh, God, NO!

Voici: American Heritage Website Announcement

Not that I read it lately. Criminy, the articles are like 4000 words long. Who has time?

But I'm hypocrite enough to want it to always be there, waiting for me carve out an hour of my day. Even if they were short-sighted enough to ignore my query on Vaudeville. . . which was probably a good thing. It would no doubt be one of the articles on hold and I'd be ranting about the vagueries of fate.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Barbara Kingsolver

The Week Magazine of May 18, 2007 has a quote from Barbara Kingsolver, whose new book Animal, Vegetable, Miracle is about growing your own food (she's still writing fiction, clearly).

The Week says, "Future generations, she predicts, will look back on this time in disbelief. " Then they quote Kingsolver: "They'll say, 'The last of the fossil fuel you used for what? Moving watermelons from Chile to the United States? What were you thinking?'"

Friday, May 11, 2007

Cauliflower and Cabbage

I have spent decades convincing people I can't cook, accidentally and on purpose.

Since I am far from starving, they should have figured out by now that I can cook. Yesterday I proved my mettle yet again by mastering cream of cauliflower soup.

It's so easy, even for me. A cup of broth, a slice of onion, 3/4 tsp of curry, and a dash of dill. Bring it to simmer, then toss in half a head of cauliflower florets (is that redundant? flower florets?). Cover and cook for ten minutes.

Then osterize it with a half-cup of milk, or milk with a bit of cream. Pour the puree back into the pot to heat it up and add a little salt and pepper.

Perfection.

You might have guessed that in the olden days, cauliflower and brocolli were one and the same. Kale, cabbage, and some others--Brussel sprouts, I think, also have been coaxed from the common ancestor in the past two thousand years. So there is definitely an Iron Age tie-in. The Celts ate cabbage--but I suspect it wasn't the same plant we boil or chop today.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Rewrites: Some Encouragement

Here is a link to a wonderful piece on Poynter Online, about rewrites:

Let's Try It One More Time: A Tale of Three Best-Sellers

How encouraging to know that when a rewrite morphs into a REWRITE, we're not alone.

When I began my last rewrite, I naively thought I would just be cutting and pruning, correcting a few punctuation errors, etc. After all, the book was basicly perfect. I only needed to smooth it out.

That philosophy got me through the second chapter. Then I started over.

One year later, I am half-way through. The word count has been whacked by 30%. I hardly even look at the previous draft when I sit down at the computer. Good to learn that this is all normal, and this is what writers do. Thank you, Poynter Institute, Michael Chabon, Arthur Golden, and David Guterson.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Contingency Clause

Angela Hoy puts out the best free ezine around on writing: WritersWeekly.com

This week, she points out a way to avoid the wasteland of not being published, and therefore not being paid (assuming you are dumb enough to sign a "paid on publication" contract, which is often all you're offered). Add a contingency clause!

Before you sign, add a clause in the contract that states: Payment will be made upon publication, or by (insert reasonable date), whichever comes first.

I would have been too timid to ask for that years ago. Not any more! Being cheated does wonders for your assertiveness.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

What I learned today

A key scene of the 1942 movie Now, Voyager (with Bette Davis) is supposed to take place in a South American restaurant. Davis and Paul Henreid are featured.

The restaurant is still around, but it's not in South America. It's in Laguna Beach, California, and is called Las Brisas.

Harry Medved's wonderful book Hollywood Escapes is just full of little gems like that.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Don't be Like Me!

Remember when Jack Nicholson picked up the cute little dog in As Good As It Gets and told him, "Don't be like me!" ? Yup, don't get obsessive about not stepping on lines on the floor. Lessons for life.

Well, here's a lesson for all writers. Don't ever work without an agreement in writing. Don't agree to be paid on publication unless you absolutely know when that publication will be.

I could tell ya stories . . .

I've written two 3000-word pieces, for two different magazines. I queried first; they asked for the articles. The research took weeks. No contract. The pay wasn't great to begin with (first lesson of freelancing: never calculate your per-hour pay. It will break your heart), but their published terms were "pay on publication." The three most evil words in the English language when strung together.

If they don't publish, I don't get paid. Ever. Both publications are sitting on the articles. There's nothing wrong with them. One, as far as I know, has not been read because the old editor got demoted and new one doesn't seem interested. The other magazine requested edits, which took a couple of extra days, but has still not scheduled the piece. So I go unpaid.

Over the years, I've written for several texts and encyclopedias, where I signed a contract that said I'd be paid on publication. One was just published, three years after I submitted my work. The project had been cut and refocused, so only half my work was used, and I only got paid for half. Another editor who accepted 14 articles from me, no longer answers my emails. Her publisher, a biggie, tells me that the project is in limbo and will definitely not come out this year. I may never be paid.

Can you think of ANY OTHER PROFESSION in which workers work and then go home without being compensated? In which they're told, basically, "I'll pay you when I feel like it?"

ARGGGHGHHHGHGHGHGHGHG!

That's why I love CraigslistCurmudgeon (under my links). He's fighting the good fight. . . I hope he's getting paid, somehow, somewhere.

Monday, April 09, 2007

Military Encyclopedias

Ah, the joys of paid work!

I am expanding my knowledge of Rome, from the Punic Wars up through its ignomious sack by the Vandals, by writing for a textbook-style encyclopedia of war. Not my favorite topic by a long shot, but I'm learning tons o' stuff. . . not the least of which is that encyclopedia articles, online and in print, are only as good as the hacks and graduate students that wrote them. And we ain't all geniuses.

Who'd'a thunk you couldn't trust an encyclopedia? Sadly, it's sometimes true. I have read some poorly-researched articles that were just plain wrong.

Right now I'm reading about the mysterious Goths. They really were mysterious in the sense that no one is really sure where they came from and how all the tribes were related. My source, published this year, is called Rome's Gothic Wars and the author was in diapers when I graduated High School. Boy, that's depressing.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Up for air / Finn Mac Cool

I neglect my blog for the best of reasons: I'm actually busy writing other things!

Last week, I turned in articles on the Conquest of Gaul, of Britain, on Julius Caesar and Vercingetorix. This week the articles due are on the Punic Wars.

The novel re-write has passed the half-way point; the nonfiction book proposal actually exists in skeletal form. I have a pile of queries an inch thick in circulation and will be adding to it shortly. Who has time to blog?

The novel Finn Mac Cool by Morgan Llwllyn is the fictionalized take on the same stories studied in Wisdom of the Outlaw, and a lot more fun to read. Why do academics insist on sucking all the drama and life out of perfectly good stories? No wonder kids hate history and love fairy tales.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Quest for the Shaman


Oh joy, oh rapture--a new book by Miranda Aldhouse-Green, with lots of pictures and GREAT cover art!
This means I can put aside Caesar in Gaul and Rome, which is not nearly so interesting. Why? Here is the second sentence of the book:

To think of texts as events is certainly in line with
various historicist tendencies in the filed of Classics in general, but it is also an approach that has come to be seen as particularly appropriate to this work.

Are you asleep yet?

Miranda Green is much more interesting, and so are Shamans. Of course, the first part of the book deals with far more ancient people than the Iron Age Celts, but we'll get there.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Archaeology News

I think I deserve points simply for spelling archaeology correctly.

Interesting news on that front. In Kashmir, CNN-IBN reports that the remains of a previously unknown civilization dating back 2000 years has been reburied and unanalyzed due to lack of funds. The artifacts and ruins were discovered only a year ago. Story

In Egypt, Reuters and other news outlets tell us that after a 50-year court battle, bulldozers have begun razing mud-brink homes in the Theban hills. The homes sit over an ancient necropolis. The 3,500 families (which is maybe 15,000-20,000 people—a guess?) who lived in those homes will be resettled. The description of the pagaentry accompanying the demolition sounds like it could have been scripted by Kurt Vonegut. Story

Meanwhile, the tiny island of Gozo (Malta) debates whether to allow extensive tourist resorts to expand along its coast so that more tourists can impact the local economy while frolicking among the ancient stones of Gganitja. Ggantija is well worth visiting—but go now, before they decide to build a theme park there.