An accomplished diplomat who can virtually do no wrong, you sometimes know it is best to rely on the council of others while holding the reins.
There are some words which I have known since I was a schoolboy. “With the first link, the chain is forged. The first speech censored, the first thought forbidden, the first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably.” These words were uttered by Judge Aaron Satie — as a wisdom, and warning. The first time any man’s freedom is trodden on, we’re all damaged.
“If you think you can talk about quantum theory without feeling dizzy, you haven’t understood the first thing about it.”
— Niels Bohr (as quoted in my physics textbook at the start of chapter 4, “Quantum Physics”)
Other gems from Wikiquote include:
“We are all agreed that your theory is crazy. The question that divides us is whether it is crazy enough to have a chance of being correct.”
“Two sorts of truth: trivialities, where opposites are obviously absurd, and profound truths, recognised by the fact that the opposite is also a profound truth.”
“Some subjects are so serious that one can only joke about them.”
I actually really like quantum physics. The whole idea of it seems so abstract and bizarre that it borders on science fiction. Still, for a chapter this weird, there is a remarkable lack of Daleks or Cylons. And everyone knows that in a Hollywood production, Niels Bohr and Einstein would never be such good chums. There’d be a lot of one-upping, evil, quantumized plotting of each other’s theories’ downfall and at one point someone would have to invent the atomic bomb. I mean, really; who is Niels Bohr anyway if not a cozy, quotable version of Dr. Doom?
Yesterday evening I was working my usual shift at the gas station. Sundays are the busiest days of the week, and so even though I work at one of the smallest places in Norway it’s not uncommon for the place to packed full of people wanting sundaes, sausages or hamburgers. These are more or less time demanding tasks that entail the line getting even longer while I’m making ’em, people getting hungrier and more annoyed, and so the Evil Circle of the Fast Food Chain continues its sinister spiral down to hell...
Yesterday was especially bad. I was working together with someone who hadn’t tried the Sunday shift before, so naturally I was the one that got stuck with food detail. At one point I had so many orders that I knew it would take me at least a half hour before they were all done, and behind me I could pick up random snippets of The New Guy screwing the cash register royally up. In other words: We were fucked, and there was nothing I could do about it short of calling in backup…
That’s when the radio decided to cheer me up by playing this song:
I, Amras ‘the Great’ Elensar, hereby declare today an international ‘Yay Me!’ day.
This is in accordance with the Laws of Yayness* which clearly states that any person who feels especially yay-worthy or thoroughly awesome, may declare themselves a limited** number of ‘Yay-Days’ to celebrate an especially epic feat that they’ve recently accomplished. You may also declare up to three consecutive days a ‘Yay Me-Holiday’***, though these are heavily restricted and misuse of the ‘Holiday’ possibility will result in a week-long ‘Nay-You!’ correctional behaviour convention where participants are forced to listen to ‘My Chemical Romance’ and watch Japanese animé till their inherent yay-factor is sufficiently lowered****.
Why is this an International ‘Yay Me!’ day?
Because I passed the theoretical part of my Driver’s Exam today on my first try, and I only got a single answer wrong (out of seven). If I had failed this test I’d have to redo it in a fortnight’s time, which would, you know, be inconvenient with all the other tests and exams I have at that time. But the inconvenience would be nothing compared to the amount of ridicule and scorn I avoided by not failing. This would’ve be one of those things that my sisters would hold over my head till the day I die, always reminding and nagging me about the fact that they passed it on their first try and I didn’t. Hah! Showed them, didn’t I?
*A mysterious yet almighty law that only slightly apocalyptic bloggers have full access to.
** Every person (or extra-terrestial that has been granted a temporary citizenship) may declare themselves a number of maximum three and five quarters ‘Yay Days’ in one year. Limiting factors include: Being Swedish, Not Knowing How To Appropriately Quote Monty Python and the much disscussed; Liking Hugh Jackman. Extra ‘Yay-Days’ can be granted if you are Joss Whedon (or closely related), Neil Gaiman (or closely related) or Scott Lynch (or if you simply have ‘Lynch’ somewhere in your name).
*** To decalre a ‘Yay Me Holiday’, you have to file a request to the International Committee of Yayness, which will judge your need based on your answers to these questions: 1. Will there be pineapples present during your adulation? 2. Will the pineapples be wearing suits or dressing gowns? 3. What is the air-speed velocity of a pineapples? Et cetera ad infinitum.
**** i.e. just above the Swedes.
I love reading books. I love it above nearly any other form of past time activity. I try to read as often and as much as I can, yet I never seem to get do enough. There’s always another book to read, another story to hear. Yet there are some books that you simply can’t wait to read, even though your Stack is so large it will soon be granted full membership in the UN. Surely, you say to yourself, you must already have more than enough already. You need to buy those books just as much as a library needs a poorly constructed fireplace.
However, I can never stop myself from dreaming, and the best way to kick my imagination into gear is to stare longingly at the pre-released cover art. What lies inside you, o’ awaited book?
It’s especially rewarding to partake in said activity whenever you’re wasting precious reading time by listening to your teacher babble or maybe while you’re at work. It takes your mind of the dreary time you’re having, and it lets you have a sneak-preview of the fun to come.
So I thought I’d share some of my current personal favourites with you. These are all books that I plan to read at some point, though none of them are as of yet (argh!) available for purchase. Except for pre-orders, o’ course.
Almighty Amazon has the next Neil Gaiman novel slotted for a July ’08 release. The cover is done by Dave McKean, who is a personal favourite of mine, and I think it looks quite intriguing for a YA novel. Normally I wouldn’t bother to pick this up (I haven’t read Gaiman’s “Coraline”), but I’m so famished on Neil these days that I think I just might have to. He is, after all, a god amongst writers. All hail him!
“Absolute Sandman Vol. 3” by Neil Gaiman and various artists is down for a May release. I love this cover art and can’t wait to add it to my collection. Woe for my bank account, joy for my eye. The cover artist is the infallible Dave McKean.
Abercrombie really blew me away with his second book in the First Law Trilogy, but the third has the looks of a right champion. I can’t express how much I want to lay my greedy hands on this book. It shall be mine!
“Altered Carbon” by Richard Morgan is one of the best books I’ve read this year, and in “The Steel Remains” we get to witness this special author have a stab on the Epic Fantasy genre. Should be a very interesting read in and of itself, even though I’d buy just based on its cover. Mmm… Noir…
Aside from the horrid tagline towards the end, I think this cover is pretty nice. Not the best in the bunch, but that’s nearly outweighed by name of the author. R. Scott Bakker’s first SF offering will probably be one of the books of the year. You can quote me on that.
This is an expensive book, yet I think it will be worth every penny when you see what writers Sub Press has managed to align. Dave McKean has also done a solid job on the cover art. The short story from Patrick Rothfuss, author of “The Name of the Wind”, was the cherry on the top that made me order it. The main reason, however, is the cover just below this text…
Everyone who orders Sub Press’ “Tales of Dark Fantasy” gets “Thumbprint”, a free chapbook by none other than Joe Hill. Thumbs up (pun intended) to Vincent Chong for a great job on the cover. It looks nothing fantastic from where I’m drooling.
So apparently I’ve become a reviewer for Aschehoug, a pretty big Norwegian publishing house. “How did you manage this splendid feat?”, I hear you ask with a trembling, yet avidly impressed voice. Well, truth be told, I didn’t actually manage it.
They just took a review of mine without asking and posted it on their agency website. The review in question is of the Norwegian science fiction tale, “104” by Christopher F-B Grøndahl, which I posted on the 17th of November, 2007. Now don’t get me wrong: I’m not mad about this or upset or anything like that. In fact, the only feeling I have towards this issue is that I felt like they should have asked me (I would naturally have said yes).
They are linking and naming me, so it’s not like they’re impolite about using my work. It’s actually kinda cool being an undercover book reviewer, though it would be even cooler if someone had told me about it.
I spotted this over at Pat’s Fantasy Hotlist. It’s a little thing that lets you know how much your blog is worth in terms of dollars based on links and what-nots. My blog is worth the net sum of $7,903.56.
That’s pretty neat, right? It ain’t much compared to “real” blogs done by people who actually know their shit, or are at least a little bit better than I at pretending they do (the Fantasy Hotlist is worth some odd $94,000). “A Slight Apocalypse” is actually the most valuable blog in the entire NatseCorma blogspace, even beating out Brækar’s popular blog. Yay for me!
(And if you perchance are in the market for a blog, I’m willing to let this one go for a lot less than what it’s worth. A brother gotta eat, right?)
All my term exams are done and over with. No more tests for this side of Christmas. Hooray!
And I think I did okay with most of them. I got a 5+ (a “B+” or an “A -” in America, I think) on my oral Chemistry term exam because I forgot that Calcium is 2+, not 1+ which was stupid, stupid, stupid of me, and I didn’t care to put on the safety equipment when I played around with the poisonous stuff. In retrospect I should probably not have played with either…
The other tests were the written exams in New Norwegian, Norwegian and German, and today I got to do Math for five hours. Yays… The Norwegian test is the only one I have back yet (it was an article about “Good literature” that I got a top grade on and will most likely get around to posting here once I screw my head back on the proper way), and I’m pretty sure that it’ll be the high point of this term, but the other ones shouldn’t be much worse. I hope.
At least I’m done now and can focus all my attention back on not doing schoolwork, a skill I’m more proficient in than most. Let the good times come a-rolling. And speaking of good times; is there a better way to kick the holidays off than with a YouTube video that ridicules Black Metal? No? Okay, then here you are:
I’m kinda swamped with schoolwork and other activities for the moment, so all the film, movie and book reviews will just have to be put on hold until the weekend arrives. In the mean time you can enjoy, make fun of or simply Laugh Out Loud at what I did during my two-hour long physics class today.
I made LOLpicz. Lots of LOLpiczes.
They aren’t all winners…