delphipsmith: (George scream)
So, we have the Heartbleed bug, an outbreak of Ebola, and a blood moon all in the same week. Coincidence...or evil omen??
delphipsmith: (The Hair)
I have received the most excellent present ever. I knew it was coming, as it was a promised Christmas gift and I'd had a very small sneak preview, but the Real Deal arrived today and it's even more Lucius -- er, LUSCIOUS -- than I expected.

Behold, the rich and sensual artwork of the talented [livejournal.com profile] stellamoon, as gifted to me by the kind and generous [livejournal.com profile] nursedarry:



I especially love the attention to detail, like the carving behind him that hints at the aristocratic pile of stone that is Malfoy Manor, the expression of the eyes and the little half-smile. And of course the texture of the hair (or The Hair, as I like to call it). This Lucius, I think, has not yet acquired his snake-headed pimp stick and still believes in the possibility of happiness, which is a lovely Lucius to have on my wall.

Does this not rock beyond words? I think I will take him to work. Everyone will be green with envy :)

So to [livejournal.com profile] stellamoon and [livejournal.com profile] nursedarry: The undeserving recipient of your beneficence and skill offers her humblest and deepest gratitude.


(In an amusing twist, I had just completed a very demanding and complex freelance consulting job I'd been working on for two solid months; receiving this the very day I submitted my final report was like a sort of karmic "Congratulations!")
delphipsmith: (kaboom)
Latest leisure reading / nuclear apocalypse: The Pallid Giant. Set during the 1919 Paris Peace Conference, it concerns a diplomat who, discouraged by the bickering and pettiness he witnesses, learns from a scientist friend that homo sapiens may not be the first intelligent species to rise -- and fall -- on Earth. Rather eerie in its prescience; Noyes couldn't possibly have foreseen the development of nuclear weapons (his novel has a "death ray") but he accurately describes the corrosive effects of fear (the "pallid giant" of the title) on nations, once one of them has a lethal weapon.

Noyes was an interesting character. His father was John Humphrey Noyes, founder and leader of the Oneida Community, a sort of proto-hippie commune in central New York in 1848 that believe in plural marriage, controlled breeding, and the possibility of the (secular) perfection of mankind. The book has clear roots in the pacifist movement but old John, a Perfectionist, would have been sadly disappointed in his son's obvious lack of faith in human nature. The book's ending is literally ambiguous but the implication is clearly negative; humanity is in grave danger of their technology outrunning their ethics. A lesson we would do well to remember. Intelligence is no guarantee of survival.

I'm pleased to have read it, though it gave me nightmares about a giant comet heading directly for Earth. Apart from that it was excellent, certainly one of the earliest apocalypse novels I've encountered. (Well, OK, the earliest human-caused ones, anyway; strictly speaking, I guess the Deluge myth from 1700 BCE qualifies as the earliest apocalypse tale, though somewhat lacking in plot and characterization.)

In a lovely moment of intersection with the Whedonverse, I discovered that part of the apocryphal Book of Enoch is called The Book of the Watchers. Apparently it was "influential in molding New Testament doctrines about...demonology." Coincidence? I don't think so. Also related to Angelology which I read last month (excellent concept poorly executed, don't waste your time).

Coming up: I went to Barnes and Noble last night and discovered that Laurie R. King and Guy Gavriel Kay BOTH have new books out. Well, there goes $50...but for such a good cause!
delphipsmith: (wibble)
In the past three months I've only posted on a Tuesday three times, and not a single Tuesday this month. I do not know the reason for this. Tuesdays are, by and large, no more or less busy than any other day. Friday would seem the least likely day for posting, what with going out to dinner or a few drinks etc. However, I feel the need to break this peculiar streak and what better way than to share a Blackadder or two or three?

BLACKADDER: Baldrick, does it have to be this way? Our valued friendship ending with me cutting you up into strips and telling the prince that you walked over a very sharp cattle grid in an extremely heavy hat?

BLACKADDER: They do say, Mrs. M, that verbal insults hurt more than physical pain. They are, of course, wrong, as you'll soon discover when I stick this toasting fork in your head.

BLACKADDER: I've got a plan so cunning you could put a tail on it and call it a weasel.

BLACKADDER: Oh, it's a scythe...
delphipsmith: (books)
Laurie King's Holmes/Russell books are among my all-time favorites (the banter is world-class, Gaudy Night Wimsey/Vane-style repartee) but I can't get into her contemporary detective mysteries with Kate Martinelli, so I figured there was a 50-50 chance I'd like Touchstone, set in England of 1926.  Happily it turned out to be pretty good, although the person that the blurb identifies as the main character (Grey) turns out to get much less ink than the American detective.  And Grey's mysterious talent seemed irrelevant to most of the action, since the big American (whose name escapes me) figures out most of the plot on his own, so it wasn't clear what his character's purpose was.  Said detective is in Britain to investigate the possibility of British anarchists (early-20th-century terrorists) crossing the pond to make things go boom in the US; he has a personal grudge as his girlfriend was killed when a wagon filled with homemade explosives blew up outside a New York City bank six years ago.  It got a bit long-winded at times -- a few passages where the descriptions were a bit overdone and the American's navel-gazing was sometimes wearying; a few times I wanted to just shout, "GET ON WITH IT!!"  The incredibly obvious red herring of the Tiepolo picture was pretty humorous -- he's madly looking for anything unusual that might be a bomb, says -- out loud! -- "Hey, that picture wasn't there yesterday," and then DOESN'T pull the thing off the wall and go over it with a fine-tooth comb LOL!!  Not bloody likely.   But the milieu of England between the wars was well-done, both the nobs (big country estate, weekend house-parties with drunken candidates for upper-class twit of the year and the obligatory gay guy) and the London scene (the miner's strike, tying the radicals in with Sacco and Vanzetti, etc).   The ending had a suitable twist that wasn't telegraphed ahead of time; indeed it was almost not supported, though that's mostly because the American detective persisted in looking in the wrong direction.

In a very bizarre example of what-are-the-odds-of-that, two days after I finished this book, Newsweek ran a story about -- guess what -- the wagon full of homemade explosives that blew up outside a New York City bank in 1920 (their point was that terrorism isn't new to New York; if that was intended to make us feel better about wingnuts with explosives, it didn't work for me...)  I didn't even know this bank bombing was a real event, and there it was, twice in one week.  I love oddities like that, and they seem to happen frequently.  Last time was when a colleague loaned me Pat Barker's The Eye in the Door and I encountered Siegfried Sassoon and his distaste for war.  Less than a week later I was reading something entirely different which included a passing mention of S.S. which would have made no sense to me had I not just read the Barker book.  Must be an occupational hazard of being a voracious reader.
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My LJ theme looks like I shop at Borgin & Burkes LOL!!

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