February 14th, 2011

20111112, Marilee


I didn't like the new Masterpiece Classic last night, but stayed with it because there wasn't anything else to watch/listen to, and I was working on a complicated part of beading. After that, I read the paper and got to bed at 1am and read until 3:30am when I was sleepy. I set the alarm for noon, but the first call was from a scheduler from Kaiser Imaging -- he wanted me to have the myelogram on Wednesday. I explained that I was going to spend 4.5 hours getting a test on Tuesday and I didn't think I could do that. He called me back again and said they always do it on Wednesdays so maybe March. I asked if there were extra rules for this, and the first one was that I have someone to drive me home. I can't tell you how often I had to tell him that I don't know of anybody who could drive me there and back, plus staying. People I know work. I told him I would call when I had someone, and I suspect I'll have to price a cab, but I don't know how important this is. I can email the doctor and find out. Then the primary's aide called and we scheduled the BP check for Thursday. I slept another hour and got up when the alarm went off at noon.

While I was dressing, Loki kept sniffing under the secretary and I figured I should move it to check. Yep, the Bluebird was there. I gave it to him and then he and Junie played with it down the hall to the living room.

When I went out to the car, there was sand hitting the front window. It wasn't bad because there's a building across from me, but the area where there wasn't a building had the cars getting lots of sand at what turned out to be 50mph. Probably won't damage them, but it was weird to see the sand in the air. I headed out for groceries and when I got home, the Bluebird was not in the living room. I hurt so much (got a pain in my back when I lifted the old machine from the rolling cart to the back of the van) and was so sleepy that I went and napped for two hours. Now Junie has just played the Bluebird down the hall to the bedroom.

This is an opinion about gay/lesbian marriages. I'm happy she got that bit of time in California to get married, but I still think (and I know others do) that the government should only give out civil unions, and give them to everybody. If someone is religious or needs half a billion bridesmaids, they can do that later in the place they want.
20111112, Marilee

Norstrilia by Cordwainer Smith

I never read this before, and while this version was published in 2002, the words clearly came from the mid-60s. It has the feel of conservative 60s, rather than hippy 60s.

Way way way far in the future, Earth has been completely damaged and a group of people from Australia get their own planet, North Old Australia, and the name turns into Norstrilia. It's a rough planet and rough people, who, even though they're really rich (stroon from mutated sheep makes you live almost forever) live in poverty. A 16-year-old boy, Rod (much longer book name), would be the next person in charge of the first and important station, but only if he passes a test. All children go through the test and some are killed while they giggle and others stay alive. His problem is that everybody else on the planet spieks and hiers (telepathy) and he rarely does. When he does, it's so loud it hurts everybody.

It turns out that a guy he knew in school is trying to kill him, so Rod talks to his computer about it. The computer suggests making enough money to get offplanet and Rod agrees. In some hours, Rod actually owns the current Earth. A lot of people, including the guy who tried to kill him before, start working against him. He gets help from people and ends up on Earth as a cat-person, named C'Roderick. They give him a girlygirl, C'Mell, who's known by almost all the people on Earth.

While he's on Earth, he learns about other cultures and how the people there are against the underpeople (mixed human and animal) and just throw them out if they don't like them. He meets the Prophet of the underpeople and agrees to give almost all his money to a foundation that will help underpeople and take the rest home. It'll still make him the richest person on Norstrilia. The Prophet uses "magic" to get Rod back home, where the girl he liked before he left comes running.

It felt a bit clumsy and could be pared down, but the idea is good.