Adventures in Utrecht Part 2

June 11th, 2009

Yesterday we went to The Hague which like many things in The Netherlands likes the definite article. An odd habit to everyone but Southerners.

Our first stop was the International Criminal Court.

ICC

They must have a pretty wide jurisdiction as there is a velociraptor/tyrannosaurus rex receiving area:

Velociraptor

We were not allowed to take pictures inside. Suffice it to say that there were [redacted]. Which was good since they [redacted] on Tuesdays, plus defendants [redacted]. I know [redacted] would [redacted] if not for [redacted].

After [redacted], we drove to another part of town to have lunch.

Mall

Outside there was a tower of babies.

Babies

After our second session at the ICC we were forcibly kidnapped and taken to the beach. No one wanted to go. Why? Because it was raining. Again.

Rain

We tried to make the best of it.

Umbrella

But really there’s just not too much allure of a beach in the rain.

Pier

Cliffs

Finally after wandering around taking pictures, Lee and I headed back to the bus early. Which was locked. So we waited.

Bus Stop

And waited.

Bus Stop 2

And waited.

Bus Stop 3

History of Utrecht According to Hel Part 1: The Canals

June 9th, 2009

We begin, as all great stories do, in an alleyway beside my hotel, in the cold, and in the rain.

Cold and rain, I have learned is very Dutch weather. To date I have not seen a single Dutch person in short sleeves. Fortunately, I, having thoroughly researched the climate and average temperature during the weeks of my stay, came fully prepared for all meteorological scenarios with skirts, short sleeved dresses, and no umbrella.

It’s okay though because I also only brought sandals and high heels which do really well on slick cobblestones.

Next we come to a magical portal where one can apparently travel to Venice, Italy.

Venice

Once transported (by gondola) you then walk across the bridge to London England.

London

London actually makes sense since this is the side wall of the King Arthur pub, and I suppose theoretically the canal and bridge could signify Utrecht, but to date I have not seen a single gondola or strange man in blue and white striped shirt. Perhaps he’s Waldo of the Netherlands. If you find him, you get a tulip.

Tulips

The canals in Utrecht have two levels. One day while snacking on some herring and onions, some Dutch men and women realized that building a city below sea level could result in some adverse side effects, like drowning. So they decided that the most logical step was to simply raise the city up a few or dozen feet.

Canals

All were happy until the boats came by to deliver more herring and onions and bier (like beer only with more spitting from the back of the throat).

“Pass it up!” the Dutch men and women cried.

And the boatmen scoffed for while the Dutch are as a rule, very very tall (which makes sense as their beds are very, very low to the ground), their arms were just not long enough. So the boatmen went away.

Canals

“But our herring and onions and bier!” the Dutch men and women cried.

Everyone was very sad until a little Dutch girl (sister to the little Dutch boy) piped up and said “Why don’t we have a lower level, where our warehouses will be to receive deliveries. Then one day, when we’ve invented trains and planes and automobiles for our deliveries, we can use the hollowed out rooms of the warehouses for kitsch restaurants like Broadway where you can get American food like Ribs and Steaks and Beer which will be almost like Bier but watered down and pronounced phonetically.”

Canals

Broadway

“We’re saved!” the Dutch men and women cried. And there was much rejoicing.

Even among the ducks.

Ducks

Dutch men and women looking for Dutch Waldo:

Dutch Waldo Search

Enough to make a girl go crazy…

February 15th, 2009

Today I came across a link to a post by Nayad Monroe, a slushreader at Clarkesworld Magazine about submissions to the magazine. It’s an excellent post and contains a lot of really good information about how to properly submit your manuscript for submission which, as the slushreader pointed out, should be common sense by now. As Clarkesworld is one of my favorite magazines, I will definitely be using this post to guide my future submissions. Everything this woman says to do, I will do because you should always follow the guidelines of a magazine.

This is where the driving me crazy part comes in.

When I was working for the Crab Orchard Review I also handled hundreds of submissions and read as a first reader for many of them. I cannot recall a *single* short story that was submitted in New Courier. My best guess for this is that because literary journals deal with poetry and fiction, and since poetry looks really wonky when printed up in Courier, Times New Roman became the preference. Regardless, I far, far, far prefer the way Times New Roman looks–for poetry and fiction–and thus I tend to submit everything in that font. I understand the advantages to Courier: as a monospaced font it’s easier to spot errors, but I also don’t want to be the single New Couriered story when I submit to the Missouri Review. The easy thing to do of course is to just change the font when submitting to the different types of magazines, and here’s where the second crazy moment comes in.

Neoffice is the devil. At first it just liked to italicize huge chunks of text for no reason. They fixed that bug, so now instead of italics, I have paragraphs of all caps. Or a page of gibberish. I have discovered that the best way to circumvent this issue is to save in Neoffice, open the file in Textedit, and save again. However since the problems usually arise when the file is subsequently opened in Microsoft Word, posts like these from editors to whom I have submitted recently, start to make me paranoid. What if the problems aren’t fixed. What if this post is written specifically to me, the weird girl who uses Times New Roman, all caps, gibberish, and italics just to annoy editors?

Speaking of editors, Ms. Monroe requests that cover letters be addressed to the editor by name. Here’s where I tend to disagree. I know that Clarkesworld has slushreaders and I don’t know which one will inevitably be reading my story. As she points out, listing everyone by name is awkward, and so I tend to opt for the generic “Dear Editors”. This habit also stems from submissions to literary magazines since half the time you don’t know who the editor is because the website is out of date. Nothing like submitting to an editor by name only to discover a few weeks later that the person in question doesn’t work at that university anymore.

Anyway, despite my neuroticism, I do love when editors post things like this because I do really care about what each editor’s personal preferences are. If Ms. Monroe wants me to address everything to Mr. Clarke or to flying, prancing, magic pony, I’ll do it. I know it doesn’t really make a difference in the decision making process because the story is everything, but I don’t want to be the person whose cover letter and/or submission is read aloud to others in an office somewhere as the best example of what *not* to do.

…Not that I know of any readers who have ever done that…

Quote of the Night

February 5th, 2009

“There’s an unfortunate shortage of attractive vegan atheist Marxist girls my age in middle Tennessee” -Malex

A World Without Internet

February 3rd, 2009

Memory, all alone in the moonlight

February 1st, 2009

James Maxey recently posted an entry on his blog about remembering the events in his life with arcs and storylines. I used to be obsessed with memory, perhaps because I was frequently praised for having a good one. I remember feeling frustrated with my parents if they ever told a story wrong, and bless my own heart, I often tried to correct them.

Since then I’ve realized that memories (even mine, perish the thought) are imperfect and while it may be comforting to believe that somewhere locked in our brains is the perfect recollection of dates, events, smells, tastes, and feelings, scientific studies suggest otherwise. I would point you to those scientific studies but alas I can’t remember where to find the link.

What I find interesting, or perhaps troubling, is given that our memories are imperfect, and at best all we can remember are collages of perceptions, all of our future perceptions, actions, and thoughts are in turn influenced by those perceptions. In essence we take flawed data, assume it to be not flawed, and then use that data to collect more flawed data. Occasionally we become self-aware of this flawedness and try to adjust, but lacking the capacity to calibrate to 0 makes it very difficult.

When I taught English at SIU I tried to get my students to question whatever it was that we were reading or discussing. How is the reasoning flawed, the support biased. To whom is the article addressed and why is that important. At the other end of that spectrum is the world view that because everything is flawed, biased, ignorant, we must tear it down or worse, believe the opposite. To use an extreme… ‘This scientist misrepresents his data about global warming, and he doesn’t disclose his inherent self-interest THEREFORE he is wrong and global warming doesn’t exist.’

Well, that’s not *exactly* what they say, but my perception of many arguments on the subject given to me by 102 students boils down to that.

Conspiracy theories seem to operate on the same premise. 9/11 triggered a series of events that led to the invasion of Iraq. President Bush wanted to invade Iraq in the first place, therefore President Bush planned 9/11.

What?

And again, that’s a bastardized imperfect distillation of 2 hours of nonsense, but most of it all seems to echo the idea of ‘Because I can conceive of another reason that is based on the premise that everyone lies, serves their own self-interest, and nothing is what it seems, my conception of what could be true therefore must be true.’ I always liked that line from Sherlock Holmes by way of Star Trek: After we eliminate the impossible, whatever is left, however improbable, must be the truth.’

Oh irony, thy name is internet! I was afraid of misquoting the line, so I typed in a few phrases from it and did a google search. The first link? An article about 9/11 conspiracy theories which ends with the phrase, “Most importantly, they need to ask and seek an honest answer to the question: who benefited from the catastrophe that killed thousands on September 11, 2001?” I won’t read the article, nor will I link to such hogwash, but after skimming a few paragraphs it seems to suggest that Israel is responsible for 9/11. I think it’s very important to keep an open mind for possibilities. But at the end of the day, if you’re going to cling to one of those possibilities you better believe in it for more than a love of old quotes!

What’s frightening to me is the short memory of the world. If someone spouts nonsense for long enough, eventually people start to repeat it and it repeats and repeats until eventually you forgot that it was nonsense. There’s an excellent video on Ted.com where a woman talks about memes. I happened to watch it after discussing the movie Religulous with my brother in which he was trying to reason through the evolutionary process that led to religion. After watching the video I started to look at information as an amoral entity, stripped of value judgments of ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ or ‘more right’ or ‘more wrong’. Information spreads and adapts itself in such a way as to foster its being spread.

When did we start saying ‘So help me god’ after the Presidential oath? It’s not in the constitution. Why do we say ‘under god’ in the pledge of allegiance? It wasn’t added until the 1950s but listen to some right wing whacko talk about it and you’d think that all the founding fathers carved it into their skins.

Why do some denominations think Catholics aren’t Christians? Where do they think the Protestants came from? Why do Christians forget that Jesus was Jewish? And that for a time, in order to become Christian you had to convert to Judaism. Why is the Catholic church suddenly against abortion? They didn’t have a problem with it for the first 8 or so centuries of their existence. Mary Magdalene is a whore? Since when?

I hate to pick on religion so much, but it’s one of the quickest and easiest examples of where information has deviated so much. Groups cherry pick Leviticus to support some bigotries, but not others, yet stomp and holler with righteous indignation they’re just being true to the source material. Stone your leaders to death every time one of them has an affair, then I’ll let you keep that argument.

I take it back, I love to pick on religion so much. I can think of nothing more emblematic of the problem with flawed perception as the idea that we should structure our laws, our schools, our way of life around the notion that god exists. God may exist. I sincerely hope he does. But every time someone says “God is watching over us and he has plans for us and he blesses the United States” and blah blah blah I want to tear my hair out. God is the safety net of the willfully ignorant. Why should we worry about the environment? God created the earth and he’ll take care of it. Why should we explore space? God created the earth and we shouldn’t leave it. Why should we worry about anything other than justifying our actions with ludicrous interpretations of a text that God himself, if he exists, did not write.

If we perceive fortuitous circumstances in our life as the work of guardian angels, who consciously and deliberately intervene on our behalf, then don’t we begin to expect that intervention? Wouldn’t it be far more productive to recognize them as random acts? Appreciate them yes, but don’t plan on them. You don’t think that when you wake up Christmas morning some immortal man with gravity defying reindeer has left you a plasma TV downstairs do you? No, you have to go out and buy your own TV. And your own Red Ryder BB gun.

That said, information, even ridiculous information, can serve a purpose. Another Ted.com video features a man who spent a year living Biblically. He ate, wore, and acted purely according to the rules of the Bible. He had to make some exceptions of course (New York law is a stickler about stoning), but overall he said that doing things because the Bible told him to, eventually became doing things because he realized they were good things to do. I’ve always been a fan of Karma even though I don’t believe in the religious aspect of it. If you do good things, good things will come back to you. Do bad things, and bad things will come back to you. I mess up all the time, but I always tip my waitress.

Given our own self-centeredness, it’s not particularly surprising that we become most irritated when people do things we don’t like about ourselves. Last week during dinner I corrected someone twice about referring to George Bush as President Bush and emphasized that while we may vehemently despise many of his actions, we still need to respect the office. I’m disrespectful all the time. Where do I come off calling someone else on it? But if I don’t call her on it, even though I don’t have the moral standing to do it, how can I make the mental connection half a beat later that says ‘Moron, you do it too. Stop it.’ Just because you shouldn’t do something, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.

That made more sense in my head.

In an internet meme called ‘25 Random Things’ I told a story about how I bought a guitar after saving my brother from drowning. At the time I thought it was important to have a revelation about the preciousness of life and fulfilling your dreams. Over the years I’ve tried to learn to play the damn thing, but all in all it’s easier to have the epiphany than to do something about it.

That doesn’t mean we should stop trying to have epiphanies. I know that memory is hopelessly flawed, but since there’s not a whole lot I can do to turn my brain into an internal hard drive complete with Google search capabilities, the best thing I can do is crawl down off the cross, use the wood–you know the rest.

44 Americans

January 20th, 2009

Sorry Mr. President, but only 43 have taken the presidential oath. Grover Cleveland was the 22nd and 24th President, which has confused many for decades.

I tried to find a technicality for you, but Dick Cheney, though having served as acting president twice, did not take the oath during the invocation of the 25th amendment.

Rhetorical Analysis

January 20th, 2009

To me there seems an intrinsic irreverence to randomness. A straight world is boring. I shall put a donkey in pinstripes and it shall smoke the proverbial frying pan.

The Most Specialest Snowflake

January 17th, 2009

A few months ago I came across a review for the Twilight movie and in the comments, someone referred to the main character as a special snowflake. I showed the post to some of my friends and we’ve been using the word as a verb ever since. Then, in a beautiful moment of blizzard serendipity, my friend came across a YA Vampire Boarding School series (House of Night by P.C. and Kristin Cast).

Vampires. In boarding school. In Tulsa, Oklahoma. It’s Twilight meets Harry Potter meets a Kenny Chesney concert (on a related note, in this series Kenny Chesney is a vampire which I suppose explains all those latent homosexual vibes he exudes). The main character, Zoey Redbird is the quintessential Mary Sue: Oh so special pedigree (part Cherokee! That makers her exotic!), Oh so special powers (NO ONE IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD HAS EVER HAD POWERS LIKE YOU ZOMGZ!!112!!one!), has the burden of NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME ON THE INSIDE!!! Syndrome (her mother and the “steploser” (clever teenspeak for a stepfather who is so unfair, like geez) are psycho religious nuts), and THECOOLKIDSHATEMEitis.

Oh, and for a little extra icing on the cake, they spell vampire with a y. For the extra authenticity.

I, naturally, read all four books in a weekend and can’t WAIT for the next installment (comes out in March).

As I was telling my brother about this series earlier, I realized that it’s entirely possible that the Squeeing Teen Audience for this book doesn’t actually exist. Rather the real readers of these books are people like me: those who find the squeeicity so incredibly amusing that we chug them down like pixie sticks. It’s like satire, or post-post-irony where everything becomes sincere again.

Speaking of sincerity, there’s some unnaturally awful poetry sprinkled in. I suggest skipping those sections in case they cause cancer.

Hellboy II: My impressions…

July 12th, 2008

The Batman preview was pretty good, and the end credits used a font I really liked.