Monthly Archives: April 2010

Flashforward

I enjoyed the hard-science aspects of this book, despite its unusual number of typos (proof that even mainstream publishing needs line editing) and Sawyer’s penchant for callous heroes. I was lucky in that I’d never heard of the TV series (until I read some of the other reviews at Amazon) and so was not distracted by comparing the book to it.

By callous heroes, I mean the Japanese engineer’s decision to leave her dead child in the street (to the care of strangers) so she can get back to work. It was of a piece with the hero of Calculating God who decides that his spiritual enrichment justifies leaving his children to grow up without him. It’s really just Sawyer’s hell-bent determination to move his plot at whatever cost.

But the physics-philosophy of this tale—Is the future immutable? Is free will an illusion?—is worth the effort to overlook the flaws. Even the Canadian author’s usual digs at American gun ownership and lack of socialized medicine. When authors like Sawyer reach a certain peak of fame, not only does the editing of their books decline, but they feel free to push their politics. Pity that.

Flawed book covers

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This is one of Heinlein’s older juveniles. Note the ninety-five cent price. It’s from this site that mocks some book covers, this one for the astronaut’s day-glo orange trousers. Hmm. Mr. B. and I enjoyed the tale as a bedtime story a few years ago, despite the tedious courtroom passages which weren’t near as funny as the author tried to make them.

Iran to make policy on women’s rights

“How could a country that stones women to death for adultery possibly be chosen to serve in a leadership role on the U.N.’s Commission on the Status of Women?”

Simple. It’s the dictator’s club.

“This is another example of just one more U.N. body created to do one thing and now doing the opposite, for which American taxpayers foot 22% of the bill. And it will continue unless those with their hands on the spigot in Congress finally decide to turn off the tap.”

No kidding. But don’t hold your breath.

Quang Pham out of the race

Pity. I liked Pham. Maybe he’ll run again. Meanwhile, his memoir is newly in paperback and worth a look.

Civil War Sesquicentennial

“For every Southern boy fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it, there is the instant when it’s still not yet two o’clock on that July afternoon in 1863, the brigades are in position behind the rail fence, the guns are laid and ready in the woods and the furled flags are already loosened to break out and Pickett himself with his long oiled ringlets and his hat in one hand probably and his sword in the other looking up the hill waiting for Longstreet to give the word and it’s all in the balance, it hasn’t happened yet, it hasn’t even begun yet….” William Faulkner, Intruder In The Dust.

The Sesquicentennial isn’t until next year, but some have already started fretting about it. And not very accurately, either.

Via Instapundit.

IAF at Red Flag

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This looks like a Mirage from the side, but, judging from the belly air scoop it’s probably a stretch, two-seater F-16—one of the birds Israel would use to attack Iran, if such became necessary. As it might, thanks to our feckless, pro-Muslim president. Anyhow, here it’s a pair of IAF birds at the Red Flag war games over Nellis AFB, near Las Vegas, to which all allied air forces are invited.

Via Seraphic Secret.

Preserving eggs in water glass

Was rearranging a bookshelf when I encountered my Mississippi grandmother’s 1928 copy of Holland’s Cook Book, a product of the Texas Farm and Ranch Publishing Co., whose founder more or less started the State Fair of Texas.

I found and reread the part about how to clean and salt butchered hogs. Still fascinating. I thought there was also a section on cooking possum, but I couldn’t find it. Then I stumbled over the instructions for buying a few dozen eggs in April, when they’re cheap, and preserving them until the following winter (almost fresh) when they’re not.

Takes a big crock and eight or so quarts of water mixed with sodium silicate, also know as “water glass.” Any drug store will have it, it says there. Something tells me probably not nowadays. But I could be wrong. Seems when Obamalot ran its stupid cash-for-clunkers program, dealers were supposed to kill the clunker by injecting water glass into the engine.