Confusion (Sorta) Reigns.

I have managed to double post some things here that were supposed to be only at the new URL and visitor traffic here has been a relatively robust rate for a site that is supposed to be, for now, moribund. May bad.

Please use the link to bookmark the correct site and repost any comments if you want since all got deleted when I just turned back the clock here to what should have been the last post until I do something else with the space.

To avoid confusion, at least on my part, I am also removing the “Curtin’s Corner’ logo.

Thanks.

A New Year, An Old Song.

And here we go again, right back where we started from.

If you have bookmarked this site for I Have Heard the Mermaids Singing, please note that I have move that blog over to Blogger. This is the new URL.

This means that, along with Jack Curtin’s Liquid Diet, I now have three functioning websites with which to annoy you. Just when you thought life couldn’t get any better…

Liquid Diet will continue to focus on craft beer and the Philadelphia beer scene and continue to be my primary site. Mermaids will now be primarily for political and social commentary, a place where I can rant to my heart’s content without worrying about offending the delicate sensibilities of those who suffer from that affliction.

And Curtin’s Corner will be the most personal of the three, where I write about what I’m doing, reading, watching and thinking about. It will also be where the life and times of High Maintenance Buddy will be recorded which that seems necessary. It is the site most in flux at this point, while I decide what needs to be added here and allow the previous persona to fade into the archives.

There will undoubtedly be crossover among the sites and I will try to alert regulars at one location about things that might interest them at one of the others. Your best bet, of course, is to visit all three regularly or subscribe to each via an RSS feed.

Or to ignore them all. That’s another approach.

Heads up.

The End, or something very similar to The End, is nigh.

While this site will remain live, posting here will be infrequent and essentially non-existent  from here on out.

Yeah, yeah, you’ve heard this song before. This will be different how exactly?

Well, I’m committed enough to have just shut this place down except for one rather significant factor. Because  the way my WordPress Dashboard is set up, this—the on-their-site blog—is the controlling one.  I’m afraid that if I do  shut down, the other, on-my-site blog will be seriously, perhaps fatally, impacted. Unfortunately,  I have never had much luck in finding a WordPress guru to help me out with that and other annoying issues, so I err constantly on the side of not-screwing-things-up.

Why this? Why now?

Mermaids draws visitors in the hundreds on its best days andLiquid Diet draws significantly more, at least 15 times that on even the slowest days. I like the look and feel of these digs, but it do get lonely around here when the cold winds blow through the empty halls.

If I’m going to write for free, I might as well do it all where the audience is.

This means I will be posting a lot more diverse things over at the other site than I did before—this morning’s post over there, for example, is something I would  have put up here previously— so you might want to bookmark Liquid Diet to keep track of where my strange mind takes me next. Also,  there’s a much more active “Comments” community over there,  so more than voices than just mine are heard on stories which strike a chord with readers. Diversity is good.

A way to keep track of me without  having to plow through another site to find just the nuggets you like,  is to  subscribe to my Facebook page if you haven’t already.  My every post at Liquid Diet, or on Twitter for that matter, is linked and will appear there. By the way, if I do “come back” because I still  feel the need to find another outlet for my off-beer babbling, it will almost surely be at a new location and with a new attitude and focus, so keeping connected is a way to know if and when that happens.

One way or the other, I hope you’ll hang on for the next chapter. I’ll miss you if you go away.

Jack & Rob’s Comical Commentary

Seriously….

Can everybody who has cited Chris Wallace as evidence that Faux News is a real news organization please stop now?

Thank you.

This is good news for the McCain Campaign…oops, I mean the Democrats.

If I can steal the hilarious mainstream press meme from the last election in which every turn of events was seen as a boost to the old Straight-Shooter right up until Election Night, let me say straight out that, although you’re going to hear all over the place how this is a major turning point, I think it’s a positive for the Good Guys no matter how the election itself turns out.

If Hoffman wins, that cements the GOP into nominating only the most conservative (read “Wingnut”) candidates lest the Great Tea Party Army strike again and likely means their least electable presidential candidate since…well, John McCain.

If Hoffman loses, that shows the folly of becoming part of the Great Tea Party Army and means the GOP will restrict its nomination of Wingnuts to mere 70 80% overall.

Either way, the cheers/tears from Wingnuttia ought to provide a good week’s work of amusement.

Big Brother is alive and well in Britain.

This story, just latest in many which reveal the nature of Britain’s “surveillance society” is the sort of thing that sends a chill down the spine of those of us who value personal liberty and privacy. And it’s the sort of thing that, once upon a time, you’d think would be a centerpiece of conservative arguments against creeping Big Brotherism in this country.  It’s the kind of issue that crosses political lines and can get people to pay attention to other things you have to say.

Sadly, though, what is now call conservatism in the U.S. consists of people who cheered on the Bush Administration for every step they took toward invading personal privacy of all Americans. Obstructionism is their new mantra and tea parties their new platform. At a time when a serious opposition party is desperately needed, the GOP has abdicated both responsibility and conscience.

An old friend revisited.

I was offered a free copy of the December issue of The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction if I agreed to blog about it after I read it. There was a day when MF&SF was a regular monthly treat for me so that seemed like a win/win to me.

The magazine is bimonthly and costs $7 an issue ($5.83 if you subscribe) but a healthy enough package at 260 pages (including covers). This issue has the same sort of striking and colorful covers that I remember from decades ago and contains four novelettes, seven short stories, two book columns, a film column, an editorial and last page feature called “Curiosities,” certainly enough reading to warrant either price by current standards.

Back in the day, MF&SF was part of  a wide array of SF digests on the stands. In addition to it, I regularly read and often had subscriptions to Analog (Astounding), Galaxy, Asimov’s, Worlds of IF, Amazing, Fantastic and others I no longer remember—along with crime/mystery digests, Ellery Queen & Mike Shayne. The first  two crime mags, MF&SF, Analog and Asimov’s survive to this day, although I at least rarely see them on newsstands. Hell, I rarely see newsstands these days.

I always considered MF&SF the most literate and enticing of the crop and it was reading Harlan Ellison’s “The Deathbird” in the March 1973 issue which led me to pick up the telephone at midnight and call him in California, setting off a chain of events which led to my spending a wild night in Philadelphia in his company and an even wilder four-days following him around at a science fiction convention in NYC, all of which resulted in my first two sales to a national publication. I’ve told that story in whole or part many times and can be convinced to tell it again.

But back to the issue at hand.

I’ve read all the columns, all the stories and one of the novelettes. It makes no sense logically, but the novelette form has always put me off a bit and it will be a while before I get to the other three, I fear. It seems like a good idea, especially since I was very impressed with the tales I did read, to not wait for my report.

The novelette I read was “Inside Time” by Tim Sullivan, a story which put a really intriguing new twist on one of my favorite genres, time travel. The direction the story eventually went was rather easy to predict up front so in that sense it was unsatisfying, but I will be thinking about the idea of  “a knot inside of time” for a long while.

All the short stories were top-notch. Two of them, “Illusions of Tranquility” (Brendan DuBois) and “The Economy of Vacuum” (Sarah Thomas) are set on the moon” the first involved the people who live there in the future and the secrets they must hide from visitors from Earth; the second about a lone woman left alone there for more than 30 years after global war breaks out on Earth and what happens when new explorers finally arrive. Both were riveting and ultimately very sad.

“Bad Matter” (Alexandra Duncan) is also set off-planet, on a sub-orbital space station and yet another surprising secret for an Earth visitor; its use of “footnotes” from books published some 500 years for now adds to the fun. “Farewell to Atlantis” (Terry Bisson) is an amusing story about the last survives of that fabled city trying to fulfill their destiny in today’s world and builds to a laugh out loud final sentence.

“The Man Who Did Something About It” (Harvey Jacobs) is about a garage-mechanic who gets an opportunity to save the world and “The Blight Family Singers” (Kit Reed, its publication marking the 50th anniversary of her first appearance in these pages) is told from multiple points of view as the touring family of the title squabble their way into an unexpected ending to their final concert.

Of the unread novelettes, the first I am likely to try is “Hell of a Fix” (Matthew Hughes), because a quick glance at the first two pages indicate it at least begins with a summoned demon who must do the summoner’s bidding and I’m a sucker for that stuff. “Dragon’s Teeth” (Alex Irvine) is high fantasy and not really my cuppa. “I Needs Must Part, the Policeman Said” (Richard Bowes) is a complete mystery to me for now but it bears my kinda title.

There’s nothing quite as satisfying and losing one’s self in a big, complicated novel, but since I try my hand at short fiction myself on occasion, I have a real interest in and fondness for the form and….

Well, put it this way. I tore out the subscription form and it’s sitting here on my desk.

Sometimes it’s useful to get a reminder of how much you can miss  an old and treasured friend.

The GOP has a rep for that.

Jack & Rob’s Comical Commentary (weekend two-fer)