Russian astronaut’s blog

I think he has landed now, but Maksim Suraev wrote loads of posts from his latest mission in space. They're really quite sweet. Funny to think of someone actually in the International Space Station, whizzing around in the night sky.You can see them here in English (here in Russian, where there are more photos).

Here's an example of one of his posts:
Once upon a time there were two cosmonauts on board the Russian section of the International Space Station. They were living in great comfort, kept their section clean and were doing research.

And there was a greenhouse on board the Station. The cosmonauts were growing lettuce there to give scientists on the earth food for thought.

But apart from lettuce, wheat grew in the greenhouse on its own. And it was so good that all the scientists admired it.


 

Once, in the morning, Prince Oleg woke up and decided to have some fresh bread for breakfast, to get more strength.

And then Maxim flew past. Oleg asked him: “My dear friend, will you please look for some flour in our section, so that we can bake bread. We can eat it and it will give us strength!”

And Maxim replied: “Why should we look for flour, if we have our own wheat?! And green lettuce too!”

So they ate the lettuce and grew stronger!

Now they no longer fear going into outer space, or on any space-link-up!

Abstract City – raaaather nice Google Map inspired illos

These illustrations, from a series called Abstract City, are by Christoph Niemann. He has won loads of prizes and done everything from Wired and the New York Times to, well, this stuff. Click here to see loads of his other stuff on the NY Times website (it's worth it if you like it). His website is christophniemann.com. He also has a new book out called "I LEGO N.Y." You should check it out. Maybe buy it. It's on his internets.

Illustrator Christoph Niemann Abstract City Blog Map drawings

Illustrator Christoph Niemann Abstract City Blog Map drawings

Illustrator Christoph Niemann Abstract City Blog Map drawings

Illustrator Christoph Niemann Abstract City Blog Map drawings

Via BOOOOOOOOM!

Easy on the adverbs, exclamation points and especially hooptedoodle

Carrying on the theme from earlier posts, Elmore Leonard wrote these tips up for The New Yorker a few years back. He's an inspiring writer. His rules are bang on.

These are rules I've picked up along the way to help me remain invisible when I'm writing a book, to help me show rather than tell what's taking place in the story. If you have a facility for language and imagery and the sound of your voice pleases you, invisibility is not what you are after, and you can skip the rules. Still, you might look them over.

1. Never open a book with weather.
If it's only to create atmosphere, and not a character's reaction to the weather, you don't want to go on too long. The reader is apt to leaf ahead looking for people. There are exceptions. If you happen to be Barry Lopez, who has more ways to describe ice and snow than an Eskimo, you can do all the weather reporting you want.

2. Avoid prologues.
They can be annoying, especially a prologue following an introduction that comes after a foreword. But these are ordinarily found in nonfiction. A prologue in a novel is backstory, and you can drop it in anywhere you want.

There is a prologue in John Steinbeck's Sweet Thursday, but it's O.K. because a character in the book makes the point of what my rules are all about. He says: ''I like a lot of talk in a book and I don't like to have nobody tell me what the guy that's talking looks like. I want to figure out what he looks like from the way he talks. . . . figure out what the guy's thinking from what he says. I like some description but not too much of that. . . . Sometimes I want a book to break loose with a bunch of hooptedoodle. . . . Spin up some pretty words maybe or sing a little song with language. That's nice. But I wish it was set aside so I don't have to read it. I don't want hooptedoodle to get mixed up with the story.''

3. Never use a verb other than ''said'' to carry dialogue.
The line of dialogue belongs to the character; the verb is the writer sticking his nose in. But said is far less intrusive than grumbled, gasped, cautioned, lied. I once noticed Mary McCarthy ending a line of dialogue with ''she asseverated,'' and had to stop reading to get the dictionary.


4. Never use an adverb to modify the verb ''said'' . . .
. . . he admonished gravely. To use an adverb this way (or almost any way) is a mortal sin. The writer is now exposing himself in earnest, using a word that distracts and can interrupt the rhythm of the exchange. I have a character in one of my books tell how she used to write historical romances ''full of rape and adverbs.''

5. Keep your exclamation points under control.
You are allowed no more than two or three per 100,000 words of prose. If you have the knack of playing with exclaimers the way Tom Wolfe does, you can throw them in by the handful.


6. Never use the words ''suddenly'' or ''all hell broke loose.''
This rule doesn't require an explanation. I have noticed that writers who use ''suddenly'' tend to exercise less control in the application of exclamation points.

7. Use regional dialect, patois, sparingly.
Once you start spelling words in dialogue phonetically and loading the page with apostrophes, you won't be able to stop. Notice the way Annie Proulx captures the flavor of Wyoming voices in her book of short stories Close Range.


8. Avoid detailed descriptions of characters.
Which Steinbeck covered. In Ernest Hemingway's Hills Like White Elephants what do the ''American and the girl with him'' look like? ''She had taken off her hat and put it on the table.'' That's the only reference to a physical description in the story, and yet we see the couple and know them by their tones of voice, with not one adverb in sight.

9. Don't go into great detail describing places and things.
Unless you're Margaret Atwood and can paint scenes with language or write landscapes in the style of Jim Harrison. But even if you're good at it, you don't want descriptions that bring the action, the flow of the story, to a standstill.

And finally:

10. Try to leave out the part that readers tend to skip.
A rule that came to mind in 1983. Think of what you skip reading a novel: thick paragraphs of prose you can see have too many words in them. What the writer is doing, he's writing, perpetrating hooptedoodle, perhaps taking another shot at the weather, or has gone into the character's head, and the reader either knows what the guy's thinking or doesn't care. I'll bet you don't skip dialogue.

My most important rule is one that sums up the 10.
If it sounds like writing, I rewrite it.

Or, if proper usage gets in the way, it may have to go. I can't allow what we learned in English composition to disrupt the sound and rhythm of the narrative. It's my attempt to remain invisible, not distract the reader from the story with obvious writing. (Joseph Conrad said something about words getting in the way of what you want to say.)

If I write in scenes and always from the point of view of a particular character -- the one whose view best brings the scene to life -- I'm able to concentrate on the voices of the characters telling you who they are and how they feel about what they see and what's going on, and I'm nowhere in sight.

What Steinbeck did in Sweet Thursday was title his chapters as an indication, though obscure, of what they cover. ''Whom the Gods Love They Drive Nuts'' is one, ''Lousy Wednesday'' another. The third chapter is titled ''Hooptedoodle 1'' and the 38th chapter ''Hooptedoodle 2'' as warnings to the reader, as if Steinbeck is saying: ''Here's where you'll see me taking flights of fancy with my writing, and it won't get in the way of the story. Skip them if you want.''

Sweet Thursday came out in 1954, when I was just beginning to be published, and I've never forgotten that prologue.

Did I read the hooptedoodle chapters? Every word.

Elmore Leonard's 10 rules have been written up in this beautiful cloth bound book. Buy the book here and give it to me for Christmas. Or my birthday. Thanks.

Ernest Hemingway’s writing tips for bloggers

Ernest Hemingway
“Throughout his career as a writer,” says Larry W. Phillips in Ernest Hemingway on Writing, “Hemingway maintained that it was bad luck to talk about writing.” Nevertheless the tips Phillips condensed into his book would be applicable to good blog writing too:
1. Start with the simplest things
2. Boil it down

3. Know what to leave out
4. Write the tip of the ice-berg, leave the rest under the water
5. Watch what happens today
6. Write what you see
7. Listen completely
8. Write when there is something you know, and not before
9. Look at words as if seeing them for the first time
10. Use the most conventional punctuation you can
11. Ditch the dictionary
12. Distrust adjectives
13. Learn to write a simple declarative sentence
14. Tell a story in six words
15. Write poetry into prose
16. Read everything so you know what you need to beat
17. Don’t try to beat Shakespeare
18. Accept that writing is something you can never do as well as it can be done
19. Go fishing in summer
20. Don’t drink when you’re writing
21. Finish what you start
22. Don’t worry. You’ve written before and you will write again
23. Forget posterity. Think only of writing truly
24. Write as well as you can with no eye on the market
25. Write clearly – and people will know if you are being true
26. Just write the truest sentence that you know
27. Remember that nobody really knows or understands the secret
(Via)

Doob

Bob sez, and he's right:
If I were to be honest, there are not that many experimental self generating art projects that really appeal to me, but sometimes it is done so well that I can't help but be impressed. Such is the case with the ultra talented Mr Doob (a.k.a Ricardo Cabello) and his latest project, 'Harmony'. It's a lot of fun - the aesthetic is really quite wonderful also. Love it. Try it yourself here.

(via the amazing Original Linkage)

Jeff Bridges

Bob always finds the best stuff, which he usually puts on his excellent website, Original-Linkage. You should visit the site. He collates the finest creative work from around the world. Not all agencies though, sometimes more unlikely types. Here's his post on Jeff Bridges:

I know we've already had a glut of photography, however having just watched Crazy Heart, I thought you may be interested to snoop through some of Jeff Bridge's photographs, most of which have been taken on a 35mm WideLux panoramic camera with a 28mm lens.The format alone is interesting, but if you're into your film, then you'll appreciate the content too.

Pics of the week - Record Grooves

Synthwire says: Chris Supranowitz is a researcher at The Insitute of Optics at the University of Rochester. Along with a number of other spectacular studies (such as quantum optics, trapping of atoms, dark states and entanglement), Chris has decided to look at the relatively boring grooves of a vinyl record using the institute’s electron microscope. Well, not boring for me.
From what I read, it’s not just a simple matter of sticking a record under a fancy microscope, as there is a lot of preparation (such as gold-sputtering the surface) and post-processing to be done. Having said that, the results are very cool:

Here is a shot of a number of record grooves (the dark bits are the top of the grooves, i.e. the uncut vinyl):

Here’s the grooves closer up – the little bumps are dust on the record:

And here’s a single groove even closer still, magnified 1000 times:

Chris decided to take the whole electron microscope image one step further, and created a blue/red 3-dimensional image of the record groove! So, if you have a pair of 3D glasses (sorry, the ones you got from watching Avatar won’t work – you need red on the left, blue on the right), throw them on and take a look at this amazing picture:

Maybe these vinyl grooves are only beautiful to an audio geek like me, but I think that these images are truly spectacular. I wonder what we’d see if it was magnified further still?

Depression's Upside (and Darwin's flatulence)

Antonia sent me this piece on depression from The New York Times. Absolutely fascinating. It's by Wired contributing editor Jonah Lehrer, who has just written a book called How We Decide. I've only put the first bit on this page, so you'll have to click HERE to see the full article.
(NB - if you're reading this on FaceBook, you'll probably need to go to the original post on my blog to make the links work)

The Victorians had many names for depression, and Charles Darwin used them all. There were his “fits” brought on by “excitements,” “flurries” leading to an “uncomfortable palpitation of the heart” and “air fatigues” that triggered his “head symptoms.” In one particularly pitiful letter, written to a specialist in “psychological medicine,” he confessed to “extreme spasmodic daily and nightly flatulence” and “hysterical crying” whenever Emma, his devoted wife, left him alone.

While there has been endless speculation about Darwin’s mysterious ailment — his symptoms have been attributed to everything from lactose intolerance to Chagas disease — Darwin himself was most troubled by his recurring mental problems. His depression left him “not able to do anything one day out of three,” choking on his “bitter mortification.” He despaired of the weakness of mind that ran in his family. “The ‘race is for the strong,’ ” Darwin wrote. “I shall probably do little more but be content to admire the strides others made in Science.”

Darwin, of course, was wrong; his recurring fits didn’t prevent him from succeeding in science. Instead, the pain may actually have accelerated the pace of his research, allowing him to withdraw from the world and concentrate entirely on his work. His letters are filled with references to the salvation of study, which allowed him to temporarily escape his gloomy moods. “Work is the only thing which makes life endurable to me,” Darwin wrote and later remarked that it was his “sole enjoyment in life.”

For Darwin, depression was a clarifying force, focusing the mind on its most essential problems. In his autobiography, he speculated on the purpose of such misery; his evolutionary theory was shadowed by his own life story. “Pain or suffering of any kind,” he wrote, “if long continued, causes depression and lessens the power of action, yet it is well adapted to make a creature guard itself against any great or sudden evil.” And so sorrow was explained away, because pleasure was not enough. Sometimes, Darwin wrote, it is the sadness that informs as it “leads an animal to pursue that course of action which is most beneficial.” The darkness was a kind of light.

The mystery of depression is not that it exists — the mind, like the flesh, is prone to malfunction. Instead, the paradox of depression has long been its prevalence. While most mental illnesses are extremely rare — schizophrenia, for example, is seen in less than 1 percent of the population — depression is everywhere, as inescapable as the common cold. Every year, approximately 7 percent of us will be afflicted to some degree by the awful mental state that William Styron described as a “gray drizzle of horror . . . a storm of murk.” Obsessed with our pain, we will retreat from everything. We will stop eating, unless we start eating too much. Sex will lose its appeal; sleep will become a frustrating pursuit. We will always be tired, even though we will do less and less. We will think a lot about death.

The persistence of this affliction — and the fact that it seemed to be heritable — posed a serious challenge to Darwin’s new evolutionary theory. If depression was a disorder, then evolution had made a tragic mistake, allowing an illness that impedes reproduction — it leads people to stop having sex and consider suicide — to spread throughout the population. For some unknown reason, the modern human mind is tilted toward sadness and, as we’ve now come to think, needs drugs to rescue itself.
The alternative, of course, is that depression has a secret purpose and our medical interventions are making a bad situation even worse. Like a fever that helps the immune system fight off infection — increased body temperature sends white blood cells into overdrive — depression might be an unpleasant yet adaptive response to affliction. Maybe Darwin was right. We suffer — we suffer terribly — but we don’t suffer in vain.

(THERE'S MORE TO THIS PIECE, SO READ THE REST OF IT HERE)

Sakurajima volcano
On a recent visit to Japan, alien landscape photographer Martin Rietze captured some spectacular images of Sakurajima volcano in Kagoshima prefecture. They are absolutely crazy - I never imagined lightning and lava could react together like this. (I originally saw them on PinkTentacle.com) It's worth checking out Rietze's website - he has been to some extraordinary places.
Sakurajima volcano, photo by Martin Rietze --
Multiple lightning flashes caused by fast moving fine ash
Sakurajima volcano, photo by Martin Rietze --
Lava bombs hitting the flank
Sakurajima volcano, photo by Martin Rietze --
Strombolian eruption with lightning
Sakurajima volcano, photo by Martin Rietze --
Detail with multiple lightning flashes
Sakurajima volcano, photo by Martin Rietze --
Lava brightens the ash cloud
Sakurajima volcano, photo by Martin Rietze --
Ash eruption causing lightning
Sakurajima volcano, photo by Martin Rietze --
Violent eruption
Sakurajima volcano, photo by Martin Rietze --
The photos were taken between December 24, 2009 and January 10, 2010.
Pinched off Pink Tentacle
Most terrifying musical genre the world has ever seen

The following swiped in its entirety from the excellent Prancehall blog:
Colonel Ryszard Kuklinski with Texas A&M cadets

Invented by Ryszard "Crunk King" Kuklinski (the grandson of an infamous Polish Cold War spy of the same name), Crunkczar, which sounds a bit like Polish donk, is a terrifying new genre that makes ravers lose control of their bodies. The drug of choice is a cocktail of carfentanyl, a downer that's approximately 10,000 times more potent than morphine, and Dexedrine, a powerful amphetamine. (Young fans opt for something slightly less harmful: a mixture of Red Bull and sherbert, referred to as "crunk gunk".)

Some people will break both their arms and continue dancing all night as if nothing has happened. Also, numerous cases have been reported of people dancing so fast that their heart gives in and they drop dead on the dancefloor.

Download: Lil Wayne, "A Milli (Ryszard Kuklinski remix)

At one rave at the end of last year, when the above song was pitched up to +16, three people dropped dead before the track had finished.

Full story over on guardian.co.uk/music.


(swiping ends - NB, if you're reading this on Stalkbook, you'll need to go to my blog to be able to hear the music)

The Guy Quote - Samuel Johnson (coz I like him)
A few months ago I posted Samuel Johnson's essay on sleep. Since then I've been to his house, which is a fascinating little museum in the back alley's of the City of London, and I've read a little bit more about him and his friends.

The man is fascinating and well worth discovering (here's his Wiki which has some good links). His dictionary alone would qualify him for props, but even without that, his essays for The Idler, The Rambler and the Gentleman's Magazine, his literary criticism, his personal life (pride, physical tics, beautiful but ultimately tragic love with his wife, moral outrage at most things, disputes with bailiffs - and milkmen, towering intellect, abolitionist activities and so on) make him one of my favourite characters and a definite shoe-in for the old "who would you have for dinner" question.

I'm no expert and really can't do him justice. Talking about him at length is like trying to explain climate change without research - you just come across as a twit who doesn't know that much.

That said, it's interesting to note that 250 years ago he was writing more cohesively and with more originality about human nature and our kind's foibles than pretty much any modern journo you care to mention. A lot of the knee-jerk moralising and navel-gazing you see in todays newspaper columns and magazines just comes across as pale imitation.

A few examples? I'd be happy to (though I usually have to read them a few times to get them!). From his essays:

The cure for the greatest part of human miseries is not radical, but palliative.

Men more frequently require to be reminded than informed.

So willing is every man to flatter himself, that the difference between approving laws, and obeying them, is frequently forgotten; he that acknowledges the obligations of morality and pleases his vanity with enforcing them to others, concludes himself zealous in the cause of virtue.

Merit rather enforces respect than attracts fondness.

Ease, a neutral state between pain and pleasure...if it is not rising into pleasure will be falling towards pain.

Almost every man has some real or imaginary connection with a celebrated character.

All censure of a man's self is oblique praise. It is in order to show how much he can spare. It has all the invidiousness of self-praise, and all the reproach of falsehood.

Such is our desire of abstraction from ourselves, that very few are satisfied with the quantity of stupefaction which the needs of the body force upon the mind. Alexander himself added intemperance to sleep, and solaced with the fumes of wine the sovereignty of the world. And almost every man has some art, by which he steals his thought away from his present state.

I would injure no man, and should provoke no resentment. I would relieve every distress, and should enjoy the benedictions of gratitude. I would choose my friends among the wise and my wife among the virtuous, and therefore should be in no danger from treachery or unkindness. My children should by my care be learned and pious, and would repay to my age what their childhood had received.

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Oh, and as a charming postscript, James Boswell wrote a biography of Dr Johnson. The two knew each other. It has a lot of Johnson's invective and one-liners, but also this, one of the most marvellous, joyous scenes I've read:
"In 1764 Johnson visited his friend Bennet Langton at the Langton home in Lincolnshire. Johnson and the Langtons walked to the top of a steep hill, and Johnson decided that he would like to roll down it. He said that he had not had a roll for a long time. Emptying his pockets, he lay down and rolled all the way to the bottom."
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Interesting ain't it? Some things never change. We might think we're doing or thinking things for the first time, but...

(ps, if you're on Facebook, you won't be able to see the links and stuff, so click to see the original blog post)