The Great Facebook Garbage Patch

You might be aware that the Pacific Ocean contains a Sea of Garbage. No exaggeration (and it’s not the only one of its kind). While it’s nature is popularly misunderstood, the reality is disgusting enough: enough discarded plastic is floating in the North Pacific Gyre for the deteriorated particles to be an environmental problem at best, a disaster at worst. It doesn’t quite resemble the ‘many miles of floating used diapers’ vision many people have, but that actually might be less of a problem. One might gather up and dispose of used diapers, for example. Not so simple with deteriorated plastic particles.

I apply a related philosophy to my Facebook page ‘Likes.’

Why? Because one’s Likes feed the data hydra, which enables the following:

  • Serving suitable ads. I don’t like ads, and even though I block Facebook’s, that doesn’t mean I want to help them create a clear picture of my true preferences. And since we are the product, and we are not compensated nor cut into the profits, I see no reason to cooperate.
  • The collation of a dossier on me, which I expect either will be or is being sold to other people. There’s probably a clause deep in some TOS that says that I authorize that, but here’s a novel concept: I do not recognize those. I don’t care whether the law does or not. To me, anything buried in impossibly legalistic fine print designed to discourage me from reading it simply isn’t morally binding, just as I do not recognize as morally binding any form of coerced oath.

If I cannot prevent the dossier from compilation, I can ruin it by drowning it in trash. Thus, the Great Facebook Garbage Patch, containing at least a hundred spurious Likes for every valid Like. I Like flower shops in Indonesia, restaurants in Warsaw, bands in Chile. I Like a bizarre variety of movies. I Like numerous celebrities I’ve never heard of. I did this by feeding a random word to the search function, then Liking the first couple dozen pages that turned up. Over and over, once a week or so.

Does it bother me what people might think, surfing through my Likes and wondering what a strange creature I must be? No. I wouldn’t be sure what to make of anyone who based a judgment on that, if I was the type to care much about public opinion to begin with. Would it be great if they could be authentic, leading me to points of actual common interest? Sure, but it’s not worth knowing that I’m fleshing out the dossier in accurate manner.

What to mass Like today? Well, the Seagulls play the Broncos in a couple of hours. I think it’s time to bulk Like ‘seagull.’

New release: Second Chance Valentines by Shawn Inmon

The e-version of this short story is now available. I did the editing.

What impressed me about the ms on the cold read was Shawn’s ability to generate new characters. Most of his work so far has had an autobiographical lean, and this is neither rare nor necessarily unwelcome–but one day, it comes time to fledge. I see him doing that as he gains confidence in that ability.

My part of the work was relatively modest, because with each new ms I find myself doing a little less surgery. He learns and grows, which some authors do not. We had to work over a few plot issues, seeking to avoid contrivance and create an effective and credible event flow. Those are sometimes hard for editors, or at least for me, because there is a continuum ranging from proofreading (you just look for errors) a full rewriting (few sentences may remain intact, and one may add or remove significant content). The various editing modes fall somewhere between those two, but for me the question is never far away: if I alter the story too much, will it cease to be the author’s story? There is no answer that fits all situations, but the author is the author, and I am the editor, and I have no fundamental yearning to encroach upon the author’s purview.

My usual method is to do a cold read, assess the ms and come up with some feedback and commentary prior to proceeding. There can never be two most current copies of the ms, so Shawn and I refer to it as ‘handing off the football.’ On the cold read, I think it essential to identify story inconsistencies, contrivances, credibility issues, or anything that I think a reviewer would one day pan. I would rather offer the author the opportunity to address those with his or her own ideas, so that the story remains as much his or hers as possible. I’ll offer suggestions if I have any (and I consider it my duty to arrange to have some), discuss ideas back and forth, evaluate ideas the author presents.

It went that way this time. Shawn’s a hardworking author, and was still taking time to work on the ms while he was supposed to be enjoying an idyllic getaway at the coast. I found some stuff that I felt he should rethink, and he did so. I got the football back and went to work, and I believe he accepted most of my edits.

The result is, in my opinion, a deft short story that has Shawn starting to fledge. The experience of reading his work is growing richer, and I foresee that growth continuing as his mastery of the storytelling art increases in breadth and depth. It is a pleasure to work with him and watch him succeed.

So what’s the lesson for aspiring authors? The guy is selling a lot of writing. If you want to do that, there are things you can learn from him.

  1. He isn’t touchy, either during the process or with the public. The gracious, approachable Shawn you see responding to his readership is the same Shawn I deal with. I’ve never had to tell him something sucked, but if it was the only honest way to convey my opinion, I could safely do so. He would ask the right questions: why does it suck, and how should it be fixed? Because if I’m saying that, I had better have some ideas, or I’m not much use. Shawn’s a friend, but this is business, and he’s a client who deserves to be treated like one.
  2. He takes full advantage of every service I’m offering him, which gets him the best value I can offer for his money. I told him to get in touch any time he wanted to discuss anything, from a potential project to a character that isn’t quite clicking. He believed I meant that. I want to help him, and he gives me every opportunity to do that. When you stop to think about it, I’m also helping myself, because my work will be easier later.
  3. Growth. It gets better each time. I may never break him of a few habits, but I have a few of my own I may never break. He incorporates feedback, and I see the results next time around.
  4. Marketing. Your work will not sell itself; that’s only true of endcap auto-sellers, whose series tend to jump the shark after a time. (W.E.B. Griffin, got my eye on you.) I’ve read dozens of excellent books that never sold well. If you think marketing is yucky, and you want to imagine that you can stake it all on your epic writing talent, you’re standing in your own way. Shawn can and will market his work, and that causes more people to buy it. A good product is the beginning; the next step is to bring the product to the attention of people with the power to click ‘Add to Shopping Cart.’

If you commit to those things, your chances leap skyward.

Fun with collection agencies

This is a new one for me, because I’ve never had anyone need to sick the collection dogs on me in all my life. Either I’m not paying and someone can go to hell because I don’t rightly owe the money, or (99.9%) I’m paying promptly in full–or if I slip up, accepting responsibility and apologizing. (Well, why not, if it was my screwup?) So I do not know much about how it feels to have bill collectors call.

I do know that most of the people they’re after have probably defaulted on multiple debts. Sometimes it’s not their fault; our medical system is like a random fiscal meteorite shower, where a little bad luck can wreck your finances for life. But those who are said to owe, probably do owe, and I am sure that in a majority of cases they would just prefer not to pay that which they fairly owe. If the collecting were done by the party to whom the money was originally owed, I’d have more sympathy for the collecting side, but it’s their duty to get their facts right. Including the correct phone number.

As it is, a couple times a week, I get a robocall from a bill collection agency. Now, the first time, I could see that perhaps it was the former owner of the phone number. However, I don’t recognize the right to robocall anyone on such matters. Want to have a conversation? Call, introduce yourself by full name and organization, and tell me your business in a forthright manner. All civil. Mistaken identity? Glad to clarify. If they robocall me, they get nothing. Robocall me several times, and no matter what they do thereafter, they get nothing. I’m now collecting my own bill from them, and I feel free to determine that new debt is accrued each time they disturb me for any reason. I no longer wish to make nice. After all, I don’t have a problem. I don’t owe any past due bills. I don’t need to take ownership of their problem.

Got one today; saw the caller ID and got my game face on. These days, most companies have someone who speaks Spanish.

“Bonjour ?”

“Hello, may I speak to Mary Dublois?” (pronouncing it dew-BLOYZ)?

“Quoi ?”

“Do you speak English?

“Je ne comprends pas.” (I don’t understand.)

“What language is that?”

“Qui est a l’appareil ?” (Who’s calling?)

“Is that Spanish?”

“Je ne vous comprends pas.” (I don’t understand you.)

“We’ll have someone call back who speaks Spanish.”

“Merde alors.” (Break a leg–my sarcastic way of saying ‘knock yourself out.’ Though the literal meaning, ‘shit, then’ would also work.)

When they call back, I will answer. But not in Spanish or French:

“?שלום. מי שמטלפן” (Hello. Who’s calling?)

They really should not robocall me. And if the excuse were that this was the most practical model for their business, my response is that this is the most practical model for my own business, and that their problem is not my problem, and that I decline to own or accommodate their problems, especially in view of the lack of consideration they show for mine.

I wish more people would stop letting institutions make the rules. That is part of what we have come to as a society. Companies made rules, acted on them to our detriment, and we accepted ‘that’s just our policy’ as a valid excuse. Me, I think I have as much right to make policy for myself as they do for themselves.

And mine is rigorously enforced.

Headlies

It’s time to lay the lumber to a trend that is spreading misinformation and slant through too many uncritical minds: the headlie. As far as I’m aware, I might be the first to use the term.

A headlie is a headline that lies. Someone creates a link to an article, or titles the article, and it’s untrue or grossly misleading. I read one today about a political figure, indicating an article that would say he’d said very ignorant things about women’s bodies. While there is no shortage of ignorance on that topic, that doesn’t mean it’s honest or fair to tar anyone with that brush when it isn’t merited. Well, I read the article, and sure enough: the person was accusing his political opponents of attempting to prey on reactions they supposedly perceived. The guy might be wrong, even an ass, but let’s be real: he wasn’t asserting those to be his views. He was attributing them to his opposition.

Later today, I read an article about a fraternity chapter that, to go by the headline, got axed from official recognition by its university for a virulently racist party off campus. Nah, turns out that’s not the reason the school gave. Its reason was that the party was conducive to underage drinking. See the headlie? Sure, we all know that the racist thing is what got their attention, but the real story here is that the university used a pretext for which probably every frat house at a public university could be faulted. The headlie deceives.

All that we can do is to read the actual article, and not react to the headlie. I am convinced that a good percentage of political hatred in this country is generated by headlies taken at face value rather than investigated, the puppeteers trusting that most people simply won’t take time to catch the lie.

Our minds are being manipulated, and we must take them back. And we should remember the people who publish headlies, because they are warping perceptions on a massive scale.

The watchdog of democracy is not only tipping over the garbage can and trashing the place, it’s blaming the deed on the cat.

America for foreigners: cutting through the fiction

Every nationality has its perceptions of the United States, some of which have bases in fact. Some are overblown or false. Let us do away with the false ones, and explain the true ones.

Please do bear in mind that this guidance is based primarily upon visiting the U.S. It may not apply to Facebook conversations at a distance, for example.

Americans smile constantly. Not true. This is more a regional thing, even in the service industry. Wyoming, for example, is rather taciturn, same for Wisconsin or New York City. Here’s what you should take away: whether an American is smiling at you or not doesn’t mean much either way. In LA, it means she has a pulse (or she just had them bleached, capped, etc).

Americans are insincere. Partly true. It is partly true because Americans have a lot of pat questions and phrases into which we often don’t put a lot of thought. Some Americans, when they wish you a nice day, honestly mean that. Some won’t even remember having said it, and thought nothing of it at the time.

However, faulting us for these is wide of the mark. These are our social customs. Every culture has its social customs, and ours are no stupider than any other culture’s obligatory niceties (or abruptnesses, in some cases). To omit these here is as rude as patting a Thai on the head in Bangkok, or ignoring the shopkeeper in Rouen, or wearing your shoes into a Japanese home. If it’s okay to avoid waving with your left hand in the Middle East (even though waving hardly involves one’s behind), and not okay to make fun of that, then it is okay to wish some stranger a nice day, and not okay to ridicule that, either. That said, at times when we hint at a lasting connection, we don’t really mean it. You have a right not to take such hints at face value.

Americans are mostly very ignorant of the world. Mostly but not universally true. You might be surprised. One can get very far off course by making assumptions. What is more, life has taught me that the world is nearly as ignorant of us as we are of it. Most of what we–as in all people–learn of other places comes from the extreme and entertaining examples presented by media. Our media are fairly trashy, but other media can be even trashier. It helps to put their input aside.

Americans are mostly monolingual. Less true than it used to be, especially in larger cities or near universities. It’s not that we don’t study foreign languages; probably half of us took them in school. We may fairly be blamed for making no further effort after leaving school, but at least there is an effort made in the right direction. Most university students or graduates speak (or used to speak) at least one foreign language. A very few U.S. residents speak no English at all, but most of those aren’t here legally.

Americans are unreceptive to criticism of their country. True, at least while you are visiting us. We consider that as rude as if, say, you invited us over to dinner and our way of showing appreciation was to tell you that your food was lousy. We reason that anyone who doesn’t like us was not forced to come here, and is free to leave if it’s that bad. Our achilles heel here is that many of our own people don’t follow this ethic when they are the travelers. This may give other peoples the idea that insulting the local culture and customs is acceptable to Americans, so we have to take some responsibility for authoring this problem.

It is also true that some Americans think their country should never, ever be criticized by any foreigner at any time, because it is always right–because its actions define rightness. That is a smaller minority, but the viewpoint does exist. There’s nothing you or I can do about that. I’m in a position to break that hornets’ nest, but a visitor should probably avoid the subject.

Americans all walk around armed to the teeth. Untrue. Probably a majority of American homes own at least one firearm, but a very small percentage actually carry weapons on a regular basis. A rather smaller portion have fired at least one weapon in the past year, and I’d guess that 99% of the rounds fired were target practice, hunting or competitive shooting. Most of the parts of the country where people tend to carry weapons openly are very low in crime, so if this idea intimidates you, you’re thinking emotionally rather than logically.

Those individuals who carry firearms very rarely draw those weapons, partly because most are sane. While a carried weapon might attract no notice in some places, a drawn weapon would bring instant reactions, so that is very rare. Also, remember that in areas where a lot of people walk around armed, if someone draws a gun and does something stupid, there are a lot of people who could take corrective action. Ask yourself why no nation has launched a nuclear attack since 1945, and in macrocosm you will grasp the microcosm of why Wyoming and Alaska should not frighten you just because a lot of people go around strapped.

Americans have a terrible gang violence problem. Situational. There are parts of some cities that can be very dangerous, and if locals recommend that you avoid an area, I would take their advice. However, in a majority of the country, you will not encounter gang violence. Petty crime is another story, and is as endemic to our cities as it is to most of yours. By and large, the bigger the city, the smarter and more professional the criminals. Lock up your bike with a cheap cable in Boise? It’ll probably still be there when you return. Seattle? You didn’t really want that bike anyway, to go by how you secured it.

Americans are highly religious. Somewhat true, in that we are more religious than most peoples in the developed world. However, a lot of us are very independent in our application and practice of religion. Quite a few of us are casually religious, or not at all. The role of religion in our society is one of our hottest national debates. It wrecks friendships, divides families, and makes us hate random fellow American strangers. It might be our most divisive and crippling social problem–not religion itself, but the way it affects our behavior.

Americans are unhelpful to visitors. Occasionally true, but mostly not. This really depends a great deal upon the visitor and American in question. Some people are simply assholes (it has nothing to do with nationality and everything to do with personality), and won’t help anyone, ever, including their neighbors. Some people are impatient, ignorant or xenophobic, and won’t help people because of a heavy accent. Most of us are better than that, and respect your efforts to communicate. Quite a few of us will go well out of our way to help.

Let’s examine the part about foreign accents, because I can think of reasons for it. They are not excuses, but maybe they can help explain it. At least a small minority of Americans will not extend themselves to make life easier for someone with a heavy foreign accent. It’s unfair, of course, because someone’s just trying his or her best to communicate in the dominant national language. Wouldn’t good manners and common sense suggest that we value this, and meet them halfway as good hosts? Yeah, they would, and yeah, we should.

Problem #1: nearly every American has had this experience. One calls a company–a US-based company–with some issue. She needs technical support, or has a billing question, or needs to change her service. Bear in mind that she’s often frustrated when she calls. She struggles her way through the automated options, which are sometimes confusing and incomplete. When she finally gets through to a human being, she receives an overly long greeting read aloud to her in a very heavy foreign accent. It is hard for her to understand. All the responses are script-read answers, all of them prefaced with the time-wasting “I’ll be very happy to provide  you with excellent service on that matter…” or somesuch, over and over. This employee isn’t empowered to solve much of anything. Our caller knows damn well that the employee is in the Philippines, or India, or somewhere else she can’t drive to. She doesn’t hate the employee, but a part of her does resent that the job was farmed out overseas. That’s not unnatural, even if she should properly take out her frustrations on the company rather than the hapless employee just trying to make a living in Hyderabad or Quezon.

All she wants is someone to solve her problem in a helpful manner without being obtuse or repeating the same stupid scripts over and over. Most of the time, our caller hits a brick wall and hangs up even more frustrated than she was when she phoned. And after a few dozen such experiences, she starts to lose some of her patience and good manners when confronted with heavy foreign accents in any American context. It’s not right, but perhaps it’s understandable.

Problem #2: right or wrong, a great many Americans see and resent the evident movement toward a bilingual nation. They don’t like to see businesses pandering to non-Anglophone markets with bilingual signage, and they resent having to press a button to interact in English. They consider this divisive on several levels, one of the chiefest being that it affects the ability to make a living. If one has to be bilingual in order to get a job–and this is the reality in some places–the advantage goes to the bilingual. Myself, I love being multilingual, but in my opinion a bilingual requirement is the wrong approach to the problem. A fairer approach is to expect new residents (legal or not) to take it upon themselves to learn the predominant language of business and government. That’s more reasonable than demanding that those who were born here should now learn another language, all to accommodate people who in some cases didn’t even follow the legal procedure, and in some cases now feel entitled to demand amnesty and access to benefits.

The same rejoinder is in play: then all the more reason to be helpful to those who are here legally, who took the time to learn English before arriving, and are now valiantly making their best efforts! I agree 100%, and that’s why I delight in surprising visitors by speaking to them in their own language–and helping them, if I can. But our national language controversy has had its impact, and it has caused some Americans to dig in. And while you and I might agree that this is misplaced and lamentable, we can see that it had a genesis other than “people being xenophobic douchebags.” As before: it’s not right–in fact, let’s not mince words, it’s foolish and counterproductive–but it’s somewhat understandable.

I don’t like situations where the innocent suffer for the faults of the guilty, and this is one. But at least now you are equipped to understand why it might be. And if you were inclined to dismiss this as simple xenophobia or bigotry, perhaps now you will see that it is not so simple, nor did it start from a position of fundamental hostility. Because I can tell you this with confidence: if service representatives on the phone spoke clearer English, and had more power to resolve problems, and if new residents of the country stopped wanting services in languages other than English, and if they were more willing to learn it on their own initiative, this situation would change for the better. For all of us.

Americans tip everybody. An exaggeration. Skycaps (people who carry your bags on an airport cart), bellmen, restaurant waitresses, taxi drivers, most barbers and massage therapists expect tips. The people most deserving of tips are waitresses, since in most cases they are paid well below minimum.

There are surely good books on tipping in America, but were I a visitor unfamiliar with the terrain, I would tip a cab driver 15% if he refrained from padding the bill by taking a roundabout route. I would tip your typical waitress 15% unless she (not the kitchen) did a lousy job, but more if she did a very good job–they work hard. I’d give your bellman $3-5 per bag–if you don’t, they will take revenge you won’t like. If you stay more than one night, might leave $2-5 for the maid per night, unless she does a bad job. (Her job is miserable to begin with, but no point rewarding her for doing it lousy.)

It’s not really tipping-related, but never, ever, ever try to bribe an American police officer. The odds of success are dismal. The odds of arrest are very high. And if you’re wealthy with a fancy rental car, don’t imagine that will give you a better chance of bribe acceptance. Some of our police are corrupt, some are brutal, and a few are purely evil, but when you offer one a bribe, you insult his or her integrity–and even more so if you seem rich, since most police do not make piles of money, nor do they hail from wealthy backgrounds. Even most of the assholes are honest assholes. The only people in a position to offer the police bribes without being arrested are those who are already too rich or famous or well-connected for the police to dare bother unless they just shot someone, or rammed a carload of nurses, or exposed themselves to the governor’s wife. Or had weed. One of our national pastimes is jailing people for years and years for possessing an herb.

New Yorkers are rude, Southerners are polite, southern Californians are phony, xxx are xxx. Mostly false. Regional stereotypes exist, have bases in fact, and if you seek examples of them, you can find both the positive and negative stereotypes confirmed. My wife has found New Yorkers very helpful. I’ve met appallingly rude Southerners. I was born in southern California: am I phony? Would I be less phony if my parents had driven to Arizona when my mom went into labor? The reality is that we differ less from region to region than we seem to, yet have the habit of highlighting those differences rather than our commonalities. Because there is a sense that…

Americans are deeply divided by region against one another. Sometimes true, depending on the individual. Those who feel most divided, though, tend to be most vocal. They get much more media focus, so the extent is well overblown. It was not always like this. I remember a time when even our firebrands still hated perceived external enemies more than they hated their fellow Americans for disagreeing with them.

Americans waste a lot. It’s true, especially plastic and paper. However, we do not waste nearly as much as we once did. We are gradually adopting the recycling concept. The degree of recycling is often connected to a region’s politics, which is just brain-crushingly stupid, since politics have zero to do with the need to reduce garbage.

American public schools are broken. True of many. You can while away whole afternoons listening to us argue about whether to fix them or destroy them, and whose fault this is, if that interests you. However, realize that your typical American high school graduate has a far poorer education than his or her counterpart in most of the developed world.

Americans are fat. True, but the world is catching up, so the elephant in our room is soon coming to yours unless you do something. Laughing at us isn’t burning that many calories.

Americans by and large lack social services. Mostly untrue. However, ours are very decentralized. Most states run their own, as do some counties and municipalities; some are better, some worse, some atrocious. Many are run by charities, and an enormous percentage of Americans regularly do volunteer work–this is one aspect of our lives of which the world knows nearly nothing. What we do not have is a monolithic national government that is responsible for everything.

This decentralization of services stems from the debate, which began even before we finished winning the Revolutionary War, over how much power the Federal government should have. Many Europeans take for granted the idea of government as a kindly uncle who protects and helps them. Well, we’ve never really had that kind of Federal government, which is why some of us are suspicious of it gaining or asserting more power. To understand Americans, you have to imagine European standards of living mixed with a government that often colludes against the public interest. Should it be that way? Of course not. Is that the reality you will experience? Yes. So if it feels like Argentina or Tanzania, where the government is best avoided when you can, that’s why. Experience has taught many of us to distrust it. Our government has a very callous streak and style that shows up in letters we get, proclamations, even in how-to manuals. It rarely speaks in a tone that invites willing cooperation, or speaks to our best interests. It speaks in authoritarian language, and many of us perceive it as authoritarian. The main ‘best interest’ it usually speaks to is: ‘it’s in your best interest to obey, so we don’t punish you.’ So we may well obey, but you can see why some of us don’t walk away feeling cared for and protected.

American police are dangerous and should be avoided. Some truth to this. I would strongly advise visitors to work hard not to come to the official attention of the police, especially in rural areas. We have no national uniformed police force out among the public, so most police departments are city, county or state-operated and will reflect the local culture. (Our primary national police agency, the FBI, is more of a counterintelligence and counterinsurgency force, and has had a political policing role since inception.)

There are parts of the Northeast where some police are little better than the criminals. There are cities where some police are very casual about obeying their own rules. There are counties where the police are only moderately literate. There are regions where the main role of police is to raise tax money by writing tickets to people who can’t contest them in court unless they want to travel back to the location, which is rarely productive. If you have to deal with American police, don’t get an attitude. Be polite, don’t answer questions they didn’t ask, and if you didn’t know the law, apologize for not knowing it. That will help in most cases.

The good news is that if you obey traffic laws, don’t park in stupid places like sidewalks and no-parking zones, and don’t bother them, most of the police won’t bother you. Use your turn signals, stay within 3 mph of the speed limit, stop at the red lights and octagonal signs, don’t weave around like a drunk, and you will be of little interest to the police. And most especially, don’t park in a disabled spot without a permit. Ever. Not even for three minutes just to dash in. Someone will see you, dial her cell phone, and you will return to find a police officer writing you a well-deserved ticket.

America is deeply racist. True, but that doesn’t mean that all Americans are, nor that we are comfortable with it, nor that it is always overt, nor that racism equals racial hatred. We have many social attitudes that are holdovers from more racist past eras, and that’s why I say ‘deeply’–I did not mean ‘very.’ I mean that many bits of racism are deep enough in our social fabric that we are still learning to understand their impact. Piece by piece, many of us are trying to work our society away from those holdovers.

In any case, in most of the country, overt displays of racism are unwelcome, as are racial slurs. In many cases, those will get you a lot of bad reactions, and not necessarily from the members of the slurred group. Most of us have friends, and often relatives, from all walks of society. We tend to stick up for them.

Never discuss politics or religion with Americans. True, with modification: I’d say never discuss them with random Americans you don’t know, unless you’re feeling adventuresome. The problem here is a combination of passion and half-baked attitudes: a lot of Americans who are passionate about their religion and politics haven’t thought either one through, so you may embarrass them. That probably will not end well, because no one likes to feel stupid. For example, something like a majority of Americans believe that ‘socialism’ equals ‘anything government does.’ If you try to define the word for them, you’ll just annoy them. Just skip it. Sometimes it’s a choice between winning arguments or having a good time.

Compared to Europe, gasoline in the US is almost free. True, considering the relative price difference. Only our large cities have respectable public transportation; bus and train service between cities is rudimentary. American travel is largely motor travel, unless you want to fly. Try not to laugh at us when we complain that $3.50 per gallon is exorbitant. Most Americans don’t know that where you come from, it costs double.

Americans truly believe theirs is the world’s greatest country. Generally true. In fact, questioning this bromide will get a person (American or otherwise) nothing but hassle. Don’t get into the argument; it’s pointless, especially since there is no objective standard for ‘great.’ It’ll just deteriorate into people saying things they can’t take back.

All of the US works on the English measurement system. No, actually not all of it. Our military is almost totally metric. Nearly every packaged food at the grocery store has measurements in English and metric. It is true, though, that your average American doesn’t know the metric system well. Millimeters are best known, since a lot of gun calibers come in mm. Kilograms (2.2 pounds) are not well known, nor are meters (about 1.1 yards) or liters (about 1.05 quarts). Most rental cars will have speed indicators in kph, but the speed limit signs will be in mph. If you stick around and become a carpenter, yeah, you’ll need to learn the English system. If that’s not part of your travel plans, you’ll be okay. Seriously: you don’t need a thermometer to tell you it’s hot or cold.

American road etiquette is less prevalent than Europe. True in some ways, but it’s fairer to say that our etiquette is different (and in some ways, a lot kinder and more tolerant). In some places on earth, it’s a mortal sin not to move right to let someone past, grounds for outrage. Americans don’t like it either, but Americans also mostly don’t regard bullying as something to tolerate. Therefore, if you roar up on an American’s bumper and expect her to move right in response to your dominance, she may just slow down to piss you off. (And before you jump out to confront her at the next stoppage, do bear in mind that she might own a pistol and know how to use it.)

In many places, Americans will adjust their driving to help you out, such as changing lanes to let you merge onto the freeway. Cities and big macho pickup trucks are normally the rudest, taken on average; rural areas and passenger cars are typically kindest. Americans also expect people to keep right unless passing, though, so you can’t go wrong doing that (most of us observe this custom). Just don’t expect to bully people into it by tailgating them, figuring that they are afraid or ashamed to make you mad. They do not care if you get mad, unless you seem dangerous. Which, if you are tailgating, you are.

Americans dress like slobs with no fashion sense. Often true. Why should we let other people’s views (foreign or domestic) decide for us what we think of ourselves? Outside fashionable cities and the work environment, many of us have grasped the truth that the clothes you can afford are a lousy measure of what kind of person you are. We still have fashionistas and fashion-conscious regions, and a lot of people would be fashionistas if they could afford it, but many of us look at clothes as superficial–something to look past, and see the real person.

Americans are prudish. More so than some peoples, less so than others, and it varies by region and the age of the individual. Today’s twentysomething hellraiser may well be a stuffy prude by his sixties. However, it’s a bad idea to swear in front of old people, women or children, and most Americans wouldn’t approve of their kids watching porn. (Not that it’s easy to prevent that, and not that the parents usually succeed.)

Differences in law between states can trip you up. Only minimally true. Those matter more for residency than visiting. Maximum speed limits and alcohol sales restrictions will affect some visitors, but the major differences are in taxation methods, land use laws, and other stuff that hardly matters to you.

America is just a scary place. False. It is a friendly, if undereducated and sometimes backward place, and most of it is very safe. You can explore it at your own pace, and that is the best way to know it. It is also a vast place with many regional climates and cultures. Most Americans have not seen it all.

America has awe-inspiring scenery. Very true. This is a land of extremes. It is a large country of diverse climates and terrain. It has cities that mesmerize at night, enormous canyons, great rivers, vast swamps, beautiful beaches, wheat farms the size of Liechtenstein, cattle ranches bigger than Luxembourg, snowy peaks, wild forests, mighty winds, mighty storms, lethal heat, brutal cold, baseball-sized hail (and larger), monsoon downpours, blizzards, floods, volcanoes.

We have animals. The road signs warning you not to hit a deer are not there just to make you nervous. Moose come into Anchorage in winter. Alligators turn up on Florida golf courses. In Yellowstone, the way it works is that Mr. and Mrs. Bison decide where they want to be, and everyone else arranges to get out of the way. Our national symbol has been known to dive on, capture and eat people’s chihuahuas.

Our scenery and climate have majesty. They kick our butts. If they kick yours, therefore, don’t feel bad. The butt-kicking just makes you fit in better, especially if you do as we do: get up, try to laugh, and move on.

Just like your country, the best way is to come see it for yourself.

(Comments are closed because it’s almost inevitable that this will set off political squirreliness, which doesn’t interest me. What people might say about my article doesn’t concern me; it is the nanny-nanny-naa-naa of commenter to commenter that I don’t want to have to police. My apologies to all civilized readers for this measure’s necessity.)

Philosophy for the day

I’ve said this for many years. Let’s go public.

At about forty, we make a decision. Whether or not that decision is conscious is immaterial: our actions represent the decision. It’s a simple one: once somewhat established and having obtained some security, will we:

a) Share?

b) Bitch at the kids to stay off our lawn?

If we share–if we use our resources to help others, and don’t hog the cake–they have to rent an auditorium for our memorial services. In the case of one dear family friend of ours, Mrs. Sally Halvorson, they had to have two memorials. Basically, the entire Haskell Indian Nations University turned out to honor this white woman who had done so much to build up their school. They mourned her as one of their own. Sally shared.

If we scream at the kids–if we turn turtle and treat the world as our enemy–it’s easier to find room for our memorial services. The guys’ can at SunMart out on 27th and US 395 in Kennewick, WA, which is not that roomy, will accomodate all one or two mourners. If there are even that many. And we get obituaries like this.

It’s up to you, but I find life is better leaving behind me a trail of people who could say, “He helped me.” Deb and I were reflecting on this while driving over the Blue Mountains this past weekend. Our real legacy, our legacy of value, is in the number and quality of people who can say that of us.

Up to my posterior

‘Lancing is feast or famine. A month or so ago, all I had ahead of me was a couple of short story editing jobs. On my plate, right now:

  • A complete read of a novel with commentary preparatory to editing. I have to do it this way because there are decisions remaining that the author should be making, not me making for her. Oh, and it’s 500 pages.
  • A re-read of an updated ms that the author believes is now ready for editing. Not as lengthy, but with important decisions and feedback to be considered and offered.
  • Consulting with a client about future project ideas. He will probably take most of my advice, so my advice had better not be stupid or half-baked.
  • Co-authoring a book on, what else? Writing books.
  • Oh, and any day now, a technical writing/proofing project will come along, and need to be done more or less immediately.
  • Oh, and for all I know, something else could show up.
  • Oh, and it’s billpaying time.
  • Oh, and I’m still kind of tired from holidays and bowl games.

I wish it were always this way. Nothing is so invigorating as to have entirely too much work. Furthermore, ‘lancers can never phone it in. Every one of the above projects requires and deserves the best attention I can devote to it.

So what do you do? I prioritize, and if necessary, keep multiple balls rolling. Whatever time belongs to a given project, I do nothing else while I do it.

The best and worst of state symbols

Today I had occasion to look up Idaho’s state motto. I think it’s Latin for ‘Nothing changes.’ This got me interested in rummaging through all the state symbols, in order to decide which (in my subjective opinion) were best or worst.

I listened to about forty-seven state songs to bring you this, I’ll have you know. If zombies invade my house to consume my brains, they will find that they are lunching on oatmeal.

With that:

State horses (where it’s specifically the state horse):

  • Best: Idaho, the Appaloosa. Symbol of the free life.
  • Worst: Florida, the Florida cracker horse. Cracker horse? Seriously?

State land animals (includes land mammals only, no dogs or cats or reptiles):

  • Best: Wisconsin, the American badger (Taxidea taxus). Spit, snarl, slash.
  • Worst: North Carolina and Kentucky, the gray squirrel (Sciurus carolinensis). That’s it? A squirrel? And in Kentuck, it’s the state game animal? I thought that was an overblown stereotype.

State marine mammals (and anything else that mainly swims):

  • Best: Connecticut, the sperm whale (Physeter macrocephalus). Too bad they killed most of ’em.
  • Worst: Florida, the dolphin or porpoise. You can’t even decide which kind you like? Delphinus indecisivus?

State cat (domestic type):

  • Best: Maine, the Maine coon cat (Felis ayuhicus). If it can really whip a raccoon, I’m down.
  • Worst: Massachusetts, the tabby (Felis garfieldius). Give it some lasagna on the way out.

State dog (domestic type):

  • Best: Alaska, the Alaskan malamute (Canis bowdownicus). It’s my alma mater’s mascot, automatic choice.
  • Worst: New Hampshire, the New Hampshire chinook (Canis knockofficus). If you wanted a sled dog, Alaska was there first.

State bird:

  • Best: New Mexico, the roadrunner (Geococcyx californianus). Unique, and pure class.
  • Worst: Iowa, New Jersey, Washington, the American goldfinch (Avis aureohumdrumius). In the first place, hardly anyone recognizes it. In the second, even fewer care.

State fish:

  • Best: Alabama, the fighting tarpon (Tarpon atlanticus). It’s bigger than some adult women.
  • Worst: Delaware, the weakfish (Cynoscion genus). They said it themselves.

State reptile/amphibian:

  • Best: Florida, Louisiana, the American alligator (Alligator mississippiensis). I like turtles but that’s just hard to beat. If Arizona anointed the sidewinder, it would automatically win.
  • Worst: none. They are all cool.

State shell (no, I’m serious):

  • Best: Alabama, Johnstone’s Junonia (Scaphella junonia johnstoneae). That thing is just gorgeous.
  • Worst: Mississippi, Virginia: oyster shell (from Crassostrea virginica). Ho hum. If they included the actual creature, that’d help.

State fossil:

  • Best: Minnesota, giant beaver (Castoroides ohioensis). Stood eight feet tall. Just imagine. In fairness, there are a lot of great candidates, like New York’s sea scorpion.
  • Worst: Virginia, Pliocene scallop (Chesapecten jeffersonius). A scallop? Faaaaa. Ever feel inspired by a scallop, unless it was with alfredo and Cajun spices?

State grass (look it up if you don’t believe me):

  • Best: Kansas, Nebraska, little bluestem (Schizachyrium scoparium). I yield to that which nourishes the nation’s finest beef. Respect to Illinois for big bluestem.
  • Worst: I can’t summon any because of the states that have an official grass, none of them picked anything stupid.

State flower:

  • Best: Kansas, sunflower (Helianthus annuus debriae). Now, I admit that there were many good options. I like almost all your flowers, everyone, they’re great. But the sunflower has both low/bushy/wild and tall farmed variants, so you get them by the road as you drive and in immense numbers on farms. It can grow huge. It produces great eating; to compete one needs one of the tree flowers, which could be argued should not get to compete both as trees and as flowers. And settling the debate, for this writer at least, is that the sunflower symbolizes my wife to me, and that I’m from Kansas.
  • Worst: Kentucky, Nebraska, goldenrod (Solidago putridiae). Even if you’re not allergic to it, the pollination process has the same appeal as socks not changed for a week. This is your flower? What’s the state fruit, durian? It was between that and the sagebrush, Nevada’s state flower, and I went back and forth.

State tree:

  • Best: California, California redwood (Sequoia sempervirens). I like almost all the trees, but when your tree is up to thirty feet across and about a football field high…any questions?
  • Worst: Arkansas, pine tree. Not because I do not like pine trees, but because you bacon hounds can’t even pick out a particular pine tree and own it. You need to hire a forester and make up your mind. This is even worse than Washington’s western hemlock, a tree most Washingtonians have never seen and couldn’t identify.

State insect (no joke):

  • Best: about twenty states, the honeybee (Apis etcetera). I can’t really argue with this. It may not be very original, but without it, a lot of agriculture would not occur, and honeybees rarely sting aggressively.
  • Worst: Delaware, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, New York, Ohio, Tennessee, the ladybug (Coccinellidae aphidlunchicae). Where’s the originality? Now, if New York had chosen the cockroach, that would be owning it with pure class. I’m told that in some parts of NYC, the gangs fight cavalry battles mounted on hardy giant fighting cockroaches.

State butterfly:

  • Best: Florida, zebra longwing (Heliconius charithonia). There are not many ugly butterflies, of course, but this one is very Floridian (not enough so to wake up in its own soiled underwear at the Walpurgismart women’s bathroom, but you get what I mean), and quite appealing.
  • Worst: California, dogface butterfly (Delicus canis). This is for screwing up the category by picking a lackluster butterfly and making it your state bug. Do not do this again, okay?

State gem:

  • Best: Kentucky, Tennessee, Tennessee river pearl. They get pearls from freshwater mussels. Honest.
  • Worst: New Hampshire, smoky quartz. I’m not feeling it.

State mineral:

  • Best: Alabama, hematite. I can’t tell you how it can sometimes look like gunmetal and others like blood, but it fascinates me.
  • Worst: Vermont, talc. Anything mainly sprinkled on baby butts can’t be a state symbol.

State rock/stone:

  • Best: Colorado, Yule marble. Pale, pretty and sculptable.
  • Worst: Massachusetts, Plymouth Rock (the state historical rock). How? Why? Because they basically neglected it for generations, even letting it break in half, and some guy hauling it to use in front of his barn, that’s why. Massachusetts is heavily into state rocks and has several categories, including the Roxbury puddingstone, which as far as I’m concerned is just digging themselves deeper. Know when to fold ’em, Mass.

State soil:

  • Best: none.  Everyone can claim ‘our dirt is special,’ and it’s all useful, but at the end of the day, it’s still a dirt.
  • Worst: Florida, Myakka fine sand. Because that’s not dirt, that’s sand, you clowns.

State fruit:

  • Best: Idaho, huckleberry. There are so few things huckleberries cannot make better.
  • Worst: New Hampshire, pumpkin. Pick one, take a bite out of it, and let me know.

State beverage:

  • Best: New Hampshire, apple cider.
  • Worst: about twenty states, milk. I like milk, but this is so, so, so obviously at the behest of the same dairy lobby grouches who tried to say you couldn’t call soy milk ‘milk’ because it didn’t come from a cow. If your wife feeds your baby, that doesn’t come from a cow either; does that mean it isn’t milk? Love dairy products, want to slap the dairy lobby repeatedly with a Brie wheel. Imported from France, of course.

State dessert/pie/whatever:

  • Best: South Dakota, kuchen. A sort of cake pie rooted directly in heritage. Honorable mention to Texas for strudel, which honors the rich German traditions of the hill country and other parts.
  • Worst: Missouri, ice cream cone. This is why you guys lost both the pre-Civil War and the Civil War. You produce so much great agriculture, almost as good as Kansas when you make an effort and wear your shoes, and the best thing you can come up with for a state dessert is this. Missouri probably has more Germans than Berlin. Nothing? Nada? Nicht? Ach.

State vegetable:

  • Best: New Mexico, chiles and frijoles (pinto beans). As dearly as I would like to pick Washington’s Walla Walla sweet onions, that combination is insurmountable.
  • Worst: Idaho, potatoes. Potatoes are delicious, and Idaho takes justifiable pride in this state symbol (take a look at our license plates), but Idaho sends all its best potatoes out of state and sticks the locals with the culls. This is downworthy. This calls for a ten-minute misconduct penalty.

State cultural symbols (from amidst a wide variety of categories):

  • Best three:
  1. Alaska sport, dog mushing. It really is; they love that stuff, and the rules and mushers firmly protect the dogs, who love to mush.
  2. Oregon mother, Tabitha Moffatt Brown. A woman who survived many hardships to champion education for children totally deserves this.
  3. Arizona firearm, the Colt single-action revolver. History and symbolism.
  • Worst three:
  1. Alaska, Arkansas, Georgia, Idaho, Illinois, Indiana, Kansas, Kentucky, Mississippi, Montana, New Hampshire, North Carolina, North Dakota, South Carolina, Virginia, Wyoming language, English. Did you/we really need to do that? And this is coming from a die-hard opponent of bilingual public education and governmental function, someone who insists that newcomers take it upon themselves to learn English. Plus, I work with it. English is a nightmare to learn to speak and write eloquently, and most of y/our states are in the bottom tier of education in it, so this choice is disrespected by y/our actions.
  2. Alabama bible, an ancient book used to swear in Jefferson Davis. You all need to be reconstructed, and this is coming from someone who loves historical artifacts.
  3. Florida opera, ‘opera programs.’ Well, that makes so much more sense than making your state opera ‘non-opera programs,’ now, doesn’t it?

State colors:

  • Best: New Mexico, old Spain’s red and gold. Pure culture. A close second is Delaware’s colonial blue and buff.
  • Worst: North Carolina, red and blue. I’ll go take a nap now.

State flags:

  • Best: New Mexico. Weaves Spanish red and gold with a Zia sun symbol, a simple, distinctive and elegant synthesis of the state’s deep heritages.
  • Worst: Mississippi. For keeping the Rebel battle flag, which basically washes the faces of a third of Mississippians in an emblem that represented their ancestors’ continued slavery.

State seals:

  • Best: Virginia, simple and true to its history by molding Classical imagery into the Revolutionary motif. Honorable mention: Texas, really crisp and symbolic without a lot of pics of people plowing, cows, and such.
  • Worst: Washington. While it is simple, and does memorialize the state’s namesake, the problem there is that said namesake barely had any idea of future Washington, or future Oregon Territory. It symbolizes nothing about the actual qualities of the state. Most state seals are entirely too busy, to the point where they say little, but it’s also possible to botch simplicity.

State songs:

  • Best three:
  1. Arkansas: “Arkansas.” Sounded and felt exciting, descriptive, passionate.
  2. Connecticut: “Yankee Doodle.” Someone find me an older state song so purely rooted in history and pride. You can’t, not both as old and as proud.
  3. Michigan: “Michigan, My Michigan.” A bit wistful, but moving. It struck me so much like what Michigander friends have said they feel about their homeland. I guess it is an official song, not the official song, but one has to establish a cutoff somewhere. Utah or Rhode Island should have held this spot.
  • Worst three:
  1. New Jersey: for not having one. Doesn’t have one. I came with an open mind. Where’s your pride? The unofficial songs are lousy.
  2. Virginia: for also not having one, because they evidently can’t agree on how to replace the old deeply racist lyrics. You have “O Shenandoah” right in front of you: what more could you want?
  3. Delaware (“Our Delaware”), Idaho (“Here We Have Idaho”) and Ohio (“Beautiful Ohio”) are such a fail in melody that the lyrics become moot. Don’t do this again.

Song comments:

  • Why Montana doesn’t adopt John Denver’s “Wild Montana Skies” is a mystery. You hear it, and it has you smiling at the idea of crossing the border into Montana.
  • Hawaii gets credit for a native language version (although it unfortunately proves that uninspiring tunes are the universal language).
  • A surprising number are to the tune of “Oh Christmas Tree.”
  • Kentucky fixed theirs; the old version was about the most racist thing ever. I heard Paul Robeson sing the original; that was poignant.
  • Some states have five or more songs, which was more than was reasonable to ask of me.
  • Whoever made “Hang On, Sloopy” the Ohio state rock song needs to be prosecuted; what an atrocity. It is a major reason I root against Ohio State, this recidivist crime against music.
  • I thought “Rhode Island, It’s For Me” was inspiring.
  • “Utah, This Is The Place” had great storytelling lyrics with a taproot deep into their culture and history, but a tune that didn’t measure up to them.
  • “On, Wisconsin” is straightforward and laconic, symbolic of the state and its motto.
  • I’ve always been fond of Kansas’ “Home on the Range,” except that there aren’t many antelope in Kansas, the buffalo don’t roam much, and I hear plenty of discouraging words from it. You have to be living up to your song or it’s not working out.

Demonym:

  • Best: Indiana, Hoosier. Means nothing else in the language (when was the last time you went out hoosing? outhoosing? “Come here and help me hoose!”?), well known and embraced with pride.
  • Worst: Connecticuter or Connecticutian. The first lands on the ear with a literary clank, or sounds like an As-Seen-on-TV accessory. The second makes one think of capital punishment methods. You have a perfectly good demonym, ‘Nutmegger,’ one of the best in fact. What else do you need?

Quarter:

  • Best three:
  1. Maine 2003. The lighthouse and the fishing boat speak for themselves.
  2. Oklahoma 2008. The scissor-tailed flycatcher and sunflowers are an elegant surprise to the viewer who might have expected some covered wagon motif. I like it a lot.
  3. Tennessee 2002. Three stars plus a fiddle, guitar and trumpet, eloquent enough for first place. The only flaw is that underneath the instruments, they feel it necessary to tell you that this refers to ‘musical heritage.’ Really? I thought trumpets and violins were part of your construction heritage! Or your moonshine heritage! Who could have guessed? Among the best symbolism; among the dumbest insults to the viewer’s intelligence. New Hampshire needs the caption, because only people familiar with their rock formation have any idea why it belongs on a coin. If your caption is redundant, you must be marked down.
  • Worst three:
  1. Wisconsin 2004. A dairy cow, a cheese wheel and an ear of corn. Not a thing about any aspect of the state that is not commercially driven (and highly protectivist, historically speaking, doing things such as outlawing margarine). My first thought when I saw it: their state dairy/ag lobby simply bought this. Even the position is uninspiring.
  2. North Carolina 2001. The first flight of the Wright Brothers was important, but I look at this and gather that you have accomplished nothing more, in which you take pride, than having a couple of Yankees from the Ohio Valley briefly get their plane off the ground. Your quarter should tell us about something else.
  3. Ohio 2002. Whose idea was this? The state outline is the only good part. An astronaut, a plane that first flew in some other state. We get that John Glenn and the Wrights are from that region. Got nothing else, Ohio? Seriously?

State nickname:

  • Best three:
  1. Alaska: the Last Frontier. And it is. Three words and the picture is painted. Class.
  2. Wyoming: the Equality State. With all its scenery, cowboyness and Indian war battleground history, it chooses to celebrate something greater. Cowgirl up.
  3. Virginia: the Old Dominion State. There is something richly traditional about the feel of Virginia, and this captures that.
  • Worst three:
  1. Illinois: the Prairie State. I get that it was better than ‘the Lincoln State,’ but seriously?
  2. Washington: the Evergreen State. Nearly half of Washington is brown nearly all the time, so this dismisses that part’s residents, which in fact is exactly the attitude of the side with trees, and they do not see what’s flawed about that.
  3. North Dakota: the Peace Garden State. What? I’m all for peace gardens and friendship with the Canadians, but is that all you truly have to say?

Nickname comments:

  • While I fundamentally like all the ones that incorporate a demonym or nickname, it would have been impossible to pick one that stood out. Rank all those fourth.
  • This area has a lot of good choices even beyond those. No disrespect intended except where specifically noted.

State mottoes:

  • Best three:
  1. New Hampshire, “Live free or die.” Any questions?
  2. West Virginia, Montani semper liberi (“Mountaineers are always free,” Latin). You go, West Virginia (even though those are in fact hills).
  3. North Carolina, Esse quam videri (“To be, rather than to seem,” Latin). Please think about this. Actions, not words. Being, not doing. Reality, not cosmetics. Truth, not bullshit. What a superb sentiment to associate with your whole state. The Tarheels got this one right.
  • Worst three:
  1. Florida, “In God we trust.” You could not come up with anything better than the national motto? All religious mottos are a fail because they exclude some people, but in a sea of motto fails, Florida, you sink below.
  2. Washington, Al-ki. (“Bye and bye,” Chinook jargon). Like wow, dude. Pass the bong. This made a lot less sense before Washington legalized weed. The only thing meritorious about it is that it’s in an indigenous language rather than Latin. Nothing against Latin, but Native languages are fundamentally more American.
  3. Indiana, “The Crossroads of America.” Because that is not a motto. That’s a nickname! That says nothing about your state’s culture or philosophy, simply its geography. I was stunned to learn that this was actually the ‘motto.’

Motto comments:

  • As mentioned, all mottos invoking religion are basic failures. That wipes out about a dozen.
  • Many are far too long. Can’t you summarize?
  • Several refer to martial endeavor…a martial endeavor that involved trying to keep as many as half their residents in human bondage. That is divisive, whereas mottos should unify.
  • I had thought Idaho’s Esto perpetua (“Let it be perpetual”) was terrible until I saw the rest. Ugh. Overall, there are as many state seals, flags and nicknames I found inspirational as there are mottos I found bleak, blathery or just blah.

I have been considering this material for a long time. Feel free to throw your state’s rotten fruit at me in the comments. However, bear in mind that I am considering a sequel: true state mottoes as judged by the evidence before us, and some of them will sting. Example: Mississippi, Manete in paupertate (“Remain in poverty,” Latin). And everyone’s going to get it, most especially my home state of Kansas, because that’s just how it has to be.

Blogging tip of the day

I’ve been getting a couple hundred spam comments a day. WP catches 99% of them, if not more, but I still have to dump the trash.

If you are getting tired of shoveling out your spam comments, take a moment to look through them and see what post or page the spammer replied to. Then change the URL (WP calls it the ‘permalink’), even by just a character. Bingo. Their old spammable post or page no longer exists.

The only drag is that this will also break any legit links that other sites have made to your page. At this point, it was worth it.

New release: Christmas Town, by Shawn Inmon

Shawn decided to release two new Christmas-themed short stories this year. Christmas Town is the second.

Now, working with Shawn is a little different than working with most writers. A Falstaffian figure and somewhat of a mad-literary-scientist idea generator, he has a great deal of self-confidence. He also likes marketing, and does it very well. His storytelling skill is catching up to both of those important qualities. It is beginning to feel very much like working with baseball great Bill Veeck–and those who know me very well, and who don’t throw up at the mention of sports, will know what a compliment that is. Like Veeck, Shawn knows that it’s all about the public. Veeck didn’t watch baseball games from box seats or owner’s luxury seats. He used to sit shirtless in the bleachers with the fans who had bought cheap tickets. He would drink beer with them, talk baseball and boo the umpires. If Shawn drank (which he does not), and if he owned a baseball team, I suspect he’d do the same.

As an editor, I tend to evaluate a writer by how s/he reacts when you tell him or her of a serious flaw. The less confident and successful writers aren’t sure whether to cry and give it up, or fire me and seek someone to tell them how great they are in all areas. If I tell Shawn that something just doesn’t work, he fixes it. Sometimes I don’t know how to fix it, but he will figure it out. This is why he is making major strides as an author.

His newest release is a winner because, in addition to a good story, Shawn is developing an excellent sense of the moment–and how to handle it. With every new work, there is more show and less tell. Endings become much more difficult to predict. My job is getting more involved, because most of the low-hanging editorial fruit is going away. The task before me grows more invigorating. With most of Shawn’s books and short stories, my initial feedback is qualified praise. Not this time. Christmas Town came to me with great fundamental merit and no tremendous issues to resolve. I trust I helped a bit in resolving the minor ones, but I had good material to work with. If you have a dollar to spend on a very worthwhile Christmas story, this is an excellent choice.

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