Sing along with the President Elect

We have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics… they will only grow louder and more dissonant… We’ve been asked to pause for a reality check. We’ve been warned against offering the people of this nation false hope.
But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope.


Down the same road, sideways

Updates.jpgI’m writing a novel this month , and once again I’m surprised by the (recurring) fact that the process is different than anything that’s gone before. I keep hoping that eventually my writing process will develop some kind of pattern, but it hasn’t happened yet.
Unlike previous efforts, however, I’m not entirely comfortable with this one. Here’s a few ways this year’s effort is deviating.
1. Due to the technical limitations of the software I prefer to use vs. the story I’m writing, I am forced to use Microsoft Word for the first-draft writing. This is entirely my fault, because I’m including some typographic elements that more plain-jane programs don’t (and shouldn’t) support.
2. I had two pretty clear ideas for a story, and had to pick one, because they aren’t remotely similar. Hell, I’m not even sure they’re in the same genre. Normally, I have about half of one idea. I’m actually writing the story I came up with more recently, and not at all the one I’d planned on.
3. I’m reading other books while I’m writing. Not at the same moment, but interwoven with the writing. I do not usually do that, simply because I’m a bit compulsive about wanting to finish a story once I start it, and that gets in the way of the writing. Also, I’m reading something that’s much more in tune with the story I’m NOT writing (Stephen King), than something that is (Terry Pratchett or maybe To Say Nothing of the Dog, but with airships and flamethrowers).
4. I’m not at all sure I picked the right story to write. I tend to write stories set in places I could live in (with a twist, but still) and not in made-up fantasy worlds. (That’s not entirely fair, because I wrote Spindle, and that’s a made up fantasy world, but by the time I was done with it, it didn’t feel like one, and the caricatures felt like regular people, so maybe I’m being a over-dramatic artist type and I should just cut it out.) My main reason for thinking this is that almost every single word in this story has come hard. I’m not saying that that never happens — everyone has days where you have to just pound the words out of the keyboard one painful syllable at the time — but I’ve never had it happen this close to the beginning of the story.

It’s close enough to the start that I still fiddle with the idea of switching to the other thing that (I think) would be easier to write, if not as much fun. I don’t think I will, mind you — it’s just one of those thing I mull1 over consciously, while my lizard brain works in the background to unearth the next part of the story for me — but it’s odd all the same, even to be pondering switching horses once the race starts.
I guess I’ll be interested to see where things are at ten thousand words.
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1 – De opines that I’m not allowed to say I muse, so instead I mull.

White Chili

I had trouble finding the recipe this year so, for the sake of my own ease of reference here’s the white chili recipe I trot out when the weather gets colder.
Or at least when it should get colder.


1 lb. boneless skinless chicken breast, cut into 1/2 in. cubes
1 medium onion, chopped
1.5 teasp. garlic powder
1 tbs. veg. oil
2 cans (15.5 oz) great northern beans, rinsed and drained
1 can (14.5 oz) chicken broth
8 oz chopped green chilis
1 t. salt
1 t. ground cumin
1 t. dried oregano
1/2 t. pepper
1/4 t. cayenne pepper
1 cup sour cream
1/2 cup whipping cream
In a large saucepan, saute chicken, onion and garlic powder in oil until chicken is no longer pink. Add beans, broth, chilis & seasonings. Bring to a boil. Reduce heat & simmer, uncovered, for 30 minutes. Remove from the heat, add sour cream and whipping cream. Serve immediately to about six or seven people.

Borromean rings – Wikipedia musing

Borromean rings are a configuration of three rings arranged so that no two rings are interlocked but all three together are.
Let me put that another way. If you look at any two of the three rings, and were able to take the third ring out of the equation, the first two rings would have nothing linking them; nothing in common. But once that third ring is introduced, all three of the rings are basically inextricable.
I find the concept fascinating, especially as I (immediately) tried to find a parallel example within human relationships, especially considering this key fact: the circles (people) comprising a Borromean Ring cannot be perfect — in order to actually work, they need to be imperfect — they have to be, in a word “eccentric” to greater or lesser degrees.

Historically, people have used such rings to symbolize strength in unity (A and B would fly apart, were it not for C), and that’s interesting… but equally interesting 1 is the interpretation that A and B could fly apart, if it weren’t for C.

I still can’t quite get my head around a ‘real’ example. To a degree, it’s easy: “Divorced Man A and Divorced Woman B would have no connection were it not for Shared Child C”; okay, yes, that works. Except that in order to be a true social Borromean Ring, the following would also have to be true: “Divorced Man A and Shared Child C would have no connection were it not for Divorced Woman B” and vice-versa.

I’m not saying such an example doesn’t exist — where, in a group of three people, any of the two would fly apart in the absence of the third — I just can’t seem to think of one.

Yet.

Equitable?

So Colin Powell is a “RINO” — a “Republican In Name Only” — according to the mouthpieces of America’s political “Right”, following his endorsement of Barack Obama for President.

Really? Okay, I can accept that. I can even accept that some folks want Powell out of the Grand Ol’ Party. To those folks, I’d like to offer a deal.

We’ll take Powell.

You can have Lieberman. Please. With my blessing.

((Here ends one of the rare political posts of the season.))