Sunday, June 29, 2014

Scout


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Scout was born in late 2009, probably some time after I turned twenty-four. He died today. He was four years old.

I sometimes go back to my old Livejournal, which turns out to be a terrible site and nearly impossible to navigate. But I'm pissed off at myself that, after moving my journal to this new location, I mostly gave up on really using it as a space to talk about my life. Sometimes I note what books I've been reading. Sometimes I post other things. Mostly, this space goes quiet. And there's so much I've wanted to say. There was so much I could have written, but didn't. It's been a year since I graduated from the University of Washington. I was going to make a big post about the experience. I hasn't happened yet. Back in the old Livejournal days, buried somewhere in 2006 (I think), there's a post I wrote when Blade, my brother's dog, died. That dog was seven years old at the time. Blade was euthanized, as he'd been very sick with terminal prostate cancer.

Some time after Blade died, my brother, Josh, got another dog: Token. That was in 2008. Later in the year, my mom got another puppy, which she named Chief. And then there was Scout. I moved to Seattle for school, then moved back. I thought that if another dog died before I moved out again, it would be Asiak, who is 13 and has health problems. She still might go before I leave. But I didn't expect it to be Scout, the youngest.

He was always sneaking into trash cans and hoarding trash under the living room table—napkins, paper plates, empty dog food cans, and such. At some point, recently, he must have swallowed a plastic spork from a school lunch that my mom brought home from work. He got sick last week, but my mom didn't notice at first because Asiak had diarrhea too, and when she realized it was Scout, she thought both dogs probably caught the same illness. Then he kept getting worse. He couldn't move. This morning, I helped my parents load him into a car and take him to the vet. They found that he had a fever. They were going to do some diagnostic work and then get back to my mom so she could figure out how to proceed. My mom was crying when we left the room. I tried to comfort her and such. She didn't want to leave her dog while he was so miserable. That was the last time I saw him. At some point they contacted my mom about seeing the plastic on a radiograph. There was going to be surgery and he'd probably stay the night in an animal hospital. For some reason (I didn't hear exactly what happened) Scout didn't survive the surgery. I got a phone call from my dad that Scout didn't make it through surgery and was "deceased." That's the word he used. Not a word I hear much, but I guess it's exactly the word I'd expect my dad to use in that situation.

Oh, I have some pictures of Scout...

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Well, that's a lot of pictures. He was my fluffy teddy bear, so shut up.

And I'll write more here in the future. Very soon. No, really. I can do better. I'll do it for Scout.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Windhaven by George R.R. Martin and Lisa Tuttle

This one was an interesting concept with some compelling character development. The premise is that, centuries before the events depicted, a spaceship crashed on an Earth-like planet. This planet was poor in natural resources, covered almost entirely in ocean, and the ocean contained sea monsters. The descendents of the survivors from the crash lived on islands dotting the expansive ocean, but transit between islands by boat was dangerous, and transit between distant islands was time-consuming and even more dangerous. The people discovered at some point that, using special metal scavenged from the spaceship wreckage, they could build gliding wings. Because of the low gravity, thick atmosphere, and strong winds, these wings could keep a skilled individual aloft for long journeys, and these "flyers" became valued as messengers. Windhaven consists of three novella, all in the life of one flyer who is working to create change within the social structure of the flyers and the relationship between flyers and the rest of the populace.

While character development is strong, the plot drags on a bit in each of the three sections. The third act is, unfortunately, weaker than the first two. Still, this is a pretty good book.

Forward the Foundation by Isaac Asimov

To review, I read the original Foundation back in the 1990's, probably 1996 or 1997. In high school, probably in 2002 or 2003, I read the sequel, Foundation and Empire. Later, when I was going to GRCC, I read the third volume in the series, Second Foundation. I was going to say just when that was, but KCLS lost that part of my checkout history and I can't find my mention if it on Livejournal because that site sucks (I know I mentioned it because I can distinctly remember Eric commenting on the entry). This classic series, one of the most iconic works of science fiction ever, is apparently my slowest read. It didn't start out with that being any sort of goal, but now I'm almost invested in it. I read the first prequel to the series, Prelude to Foundation when I was still in high school. And this year, I read the sequel to that, Forward the Foundation. Apparently my goal is to read everything in the series by the time I'm 40. To be fair, Asimov himself wrote the original stories that made up the early Foundation novels in the 1940's and 1950's, and didn't write the books after the ones I've already read until the 1980's, so he also took his damn time about this.

And yes, this is a sequel to a prequel. It's the last volume Asimov actually wrote for the series, and was published posthumously. I was curious about it. I've been reading another, totally unrelated series and didn't want to return to this series just yet, but reading the sequel to the prequel seemed fine, so I checked it out. I mostly just wanted to fill that gap and have something to read while my next hold came in. I didn't really like Prelude to Foundation as much anyway. It was interesting, but I remembered it as not being of the same caliber as the series that it's a prequel to. I figured Forward the Foundation would be more of the same. I was in for a treat. Forward the Foundation is some of the best of the series and some of Asimov's best writing.