November 13, 2015
So this week I got to thinking about cryonics, and the big underlying, unspoken assumption held by cryonics companies and those who actually take the steps to make sure they’re properly preserved at the moment of death (ideally, my skimming research tells me) so that they might be revived, repaired, and restored at some future date when medical science has solved All the Problems.
And the assumption isn’t the basic notion that they can be revived, that medicine will someday be advanced enough to unfreeze them safely and then repair whatever killed them. The huge, unspoken assumption is that future medicine will care. I’m sure cryonics companies are working hard to have the financial endowment and administration to keep their clients frozen safely, for whatever values of “safely” they’ve established. But do they have the administration and future management in place to advocate for their clients to the medical community? To monitor medical science to keep track of when future medicine might have the ability to successfully revive their clients? Are they doing research into cryo-revival themselves? Will they keep track of not only revival, but when medicine might have the cures their clients need? And do they have a system in place to actually go to doctors/hospitals/whatever and say “Hey, we’ve got this frozen body here we want you to work on.” And why do they have the complete and utter faith that those future doctors and hospitals will say, “Why yes, of course, come right on in?”
Because that’s what they’re depending on. Not the future medical technology, but on the benevolence of those future medical practitioners to want to spend the time and effort treating clients who’ve been effectively and legally dead for decades or longer.
So that’s what I’m thinking about this week.
November 11, 2015
You guys want a new story about Rick, don’t you?
I thought so.
Behold, “El Hidalgo de la Noche,” which is a sequel to “Conquistador de la Noche” and tells the story of what happens when European vampires arrive in colonial Mexico — and find Ricardo de Avila already there and rather surprised to see them.
Ebook only for now, but I’ve been thinking I have enough stories to put together a second Kitty collection. . . as always, stay tuned!
In the meantime have some links:
November 9, 2015
The opening pre-credit sequence was worth the price of admission. Very stylish, very well done.
I’m a fan of Daniel Craig’s Bond, so I was inclined to like this. This may be the most Bond-ish of Craig’s Bond movies. Lots of old-school Bond tropes here: remote ski chalets; him and his current Bond Girl walking through an exotic foreign market very blond, very stylish, very Western, and somehow the bad guys don’t find them; and the beautiful daughter of someone-or-other who must be protected. And yes, there’s a chubby white Persian cat. This had less angst than the last couple of films, while still referencing earlier stories — he’ll never quite get over Vesper, these movies keep reminding us.
Best of all, I think: All the women he sleeps with survive! Huzzah! (To remind you: I was keeping count, because in both Casino Royale and Quantum of Solace, every single woman he sleeps with dies rather horribly and violently.)
Overall, this was a satisfying Bond film if not a spectacular one. And while I’ve enjoyed Craig’s Bond, it may very well be time to retire this particular stretch of tone and story and try something new. For the record, yes, I’m in the camp that thinks Idris Elba would be a fine, fine choice for a new Bond.
November 6, 2015
November 4, 2015
After a topsy turvey couple of months, I’m finally settling down, getting in some good word counts, starting some knitting projects, and feeling like I’m making progress. This is good. This is nice. Deep sigh.
We’re scheduled to get our first snow over the next couple of days. This is long overdue and will be most welcome!
Halloween: I did end up going out, though I almost changed my mind about what to wear a half an hour before I was supposed to leave for the party. I almost wore my Regency gown instead, which I think would have been great and different. But I went with my original plan:
I sent this picture to my niece, after she sent me one of her in her Zita the Spacegirl costume (she looked fan-freaking-tastic by the way. And she had so much fun!). According to her mother, this was her response: “She squealed and then whispered “she’s a FAIRY.””
November 2, 2015
So this is about a plucky blond writer in glasses who falls for Tom Hiddleston, so it automatically has to be great, right?
Crimson Peak was a fine over-the-top visual costume extravaganza thing, as one would expect from this director. I’m not entirely sure what to make of the “Is it Horror/Is it Gothic” debate that was raging in various circles when it came out. Because a thing can certainly be both, and I think this is. I’ve tried to warn people who are thinking this is little-r romance (you know, two people get together and are happy, as opposed to big-R Romance, i.e. early 19th century trope-driven melodrama) that there is really precious little to warm the heart here. It’s just plain gruesome enough in a places that I shut my eyes at least once.
But overall it’s very pretty, and very trope-laden, in a self aware way that I appreciated. Much of the theater laughed at parts that I think we were supposed to laugh at, even though they weren’t ostensibly funny. I admired some very elegant misdirection — i.e. one character handles a straight razor for a full two minutes of screen time, and the straight razor never actually cuts anyone. That sort of thing happens a few times throughout. On the other hand, the story unfolds in a rather matter-of-fact way. (BIG FAT SPOILER: Like, when Thomas enters the party with Edith and then kisses Lucille on the cheek while Lucille is staring daggers at Edith, I’m all, Thomas and Lucille are totally, totally sleeping together. Like, constantly. And I was right.) END SPOILERS.
I mostly left the film wondering how much fabric it really takes to make those giant muttonchop sleeves on late Victorian gowns.
October 30, 2015
I was all excited because I didn’t have anything planned for this weekend. And then I realized: it’s Halloween. I should probably do something for that. And isn’t it sad, that I used to get so excited for Halloween, planning my costume weeks in advance, counting down the days… But as a friend and I were talking about, Halloween used to be the only day in the year when we dressed up in crazy costumes. Now, I dress up for conventions, for SCA events, for Renaissance fairs, and for the random theme parties that I or my friends have throughout the year (Like the Mystery Men inspired superhero tryout party last year where I threw on some plaid and went as the Scotch Guard? Good times!). The thought of Halloween this year is just making me tired. But then, I kind of felt that way about MileHi Con last week, too — I mean, I love that convention, but it snuck up on me and I didn’t plan well and I got really tired.
My friends tell me these are all signs of burnout. This is a distinct possibility, I’ve realized. So I’m going to try to take it easy the next couple of months, enjoy the holiday season, make a bunch of crafty things, and relax.
In the meantime, I did find a last minute Halloween party to go to and my costume wardrobe is such that I will never have to worry about putting together a costume again. Seriously, I have everything already in stock to make a pretty good Delirium of the Endless outfit. Also: fairy wings. As long as I have fairy wings, I’ll always have a Halloween costume.
Putting on a suit and gloves and Psi Corps pin might be a little obscure for most people, but I could do that too…
Happy Halloween, y’all!