Whatever ([syndicated profile] scalziwhatever_feed) wrote2025-09-04 04:39 pm

The Big Idea: Gary Jackson

Posted by Athena Scalzi

Move over, Shakespeare in the Park, today we’ve got poet Gary Jackson and the Big Idea for his newest collection of poetry. Follow along to see how small lives speaks to the reader in an unprecedented way.

GARY JACKSON:

It’s no secret that I love persona poems. When I teach my intro to poetry students about voice and speaker, I routinely ask: Who is talking to whom about what? I pose the question hoping to prompt them to consider how a poet employs pronouns, point of view, and psychic distance to not only render a speaker, but also address an audience—both inside and outside the world of the poem—often creating simultaneous meanings that can even contradict.

All of my books engage with persona in different ways, including the poems in small lives, which began as a handful of disparate persona poems in the voices of superhumans. Some of the first pieces I wrote for this collection, like “fly” and “The Telepath quits her day job,” feature two different speakers navigating the extraordinary in our contemporary moment. Both poems use the first-person point of view because I like to bring the reader closer into the world I’m creating. Third person tends to put more psychic distance between speaker and reader than I want, and the voice can teeter toward the omniscient, which I’m not usually after. But as I wrote more of these superhuman voices, I realized two things: 1) I was juggling a lot of speakers, and 2) a few main characters were emerging to form the core of the story I was telling: The Invincible Woman, The Willpower Man, and The Telepath.

Having multiple speakers populate a collection wasn’t new to me—my previous books also employed multiple personas. The easiest way to handle persona in the speculative world of small lives was simply to name the poem after the speaker, which gives you titles like “The Heartless Boy,” “The Never-Ending Man,” and “The Precog” (though that last one is interesting because it’s not the Precog speaking to us, but her granddaughter). The title, while relatively simple, does a great deal of work introducing the speaker before the reader even enters the poem.

It was clear early on that The Willpower Man, The Telepath, and The Invincible Woman would be the three recurring speakers throughout the collection. And though many of their poems include their names in the titles, several do not. And several challenges emerged: when they interact with one another, what’s the best way to handle those crossovers? Without always relying on the first-person point of view, how can I make it clear who is speaking to whom? That’s when I realized I had been leaving out one pronoun almost entirely when it came to identifying the subject position of the speaker: you.

Like most poets, I frequently use the second person to signify an absence, a placeholder for some recipient, or a presence implied by the you—a finger pointing outward to implicate the reader or directly address them. But what about conflating speaker and reader, bringing them directly into the difficult and impossible choices these characters face? What if I collapsed that psychic and narrative distance even further?

Looking back through my drafts, one of the first poems featuring you was an early piece for The Invincible Woman, simply titled “The Invincible Woman,” which served as her introduction. It would eventually become “The Invincible Woman has a one-night stand,” but in that first draft there was a line (that’s no longer in the published version): “And the world, like all things that grow up, forgot you.” Maybe that’s why I chose the second person for her voice—I wanted a persona that implicated the reader, myself, and anyone who encountered the poem. That fear of being forgotten became a touchpoint not just for the superhumans in the collection, but for something universally human: how value can be cruelly assigned to a life based on who remembers you, or how important you’re deemed to be in the eyes of a cultural or social group, a country, a world.

Eventually, I found a cleaner way to manage multiple speakers: assign each a primary pronoun. The Willpower Man was easy—his poems had always been in the first-person I. Since The Invincible Woman began in the second-person you, I kept her there. The Telepath was trickier; early drafts and even some published versions alternated between first and second person. It wasn’t until I knew these characters would inhabit the same book that I realized she needed a distinct pronoun to avoid confusion. I settled on the third-person she, which worked well since the book was already rich with first- and second-person voices that pulled the reader directly into the world of small lives. Any psychic distance created by third person was offset by the other perspectives—and, because she is a telepath who can inhabit other minds, that slightly more omniscient lens felt fitting.

I also included a brief “cast of characters” meta-poem to further clarify and avoid confusion, which gave me an opportunity to acknowledge the fluidity of all three pronouns, as well as the collective we and us of the first-person plural that appears throughout the collection. At times, these voices conflate reader, character, speaker, and self, sometimes intentionally contradicting each other in the ways only poetry can.


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Whatever ([syndicated profile] scalziwhatever_feed) wrote2025-09-04 04:10 pm

And Now, Operation Pack For Five Days As Tightly As You Possibly Can

Posted by John Scalzi

Travel today to Portland for Rose City Comic Con, and I’m doing an experiment to see how compactly I can travel with all my tech and four days of clothes (three days of the convention, one day of travel back; obviously for the travel today I am already wearing my clothes). Before you is the current attempt: A mini travel backpack designed to fit a Mac Air plus various tech accoutrement, and a small travel bag with four days of clothes (plus an extra day of underwear and socks, because sometimes the travel gods are not kind) and a toiletry kit. The Coke can is there for scale.

It’s all very tight! We’ll see if it’s too tight. If it is I can adjust for future travel. The good news for me is that as a science fiction author attending a convention, the attire required of me is jeans and snarky t-shirts, and all of those are easy to stuff into a bag. If I were a cosplayer or a dandy, things would be more difficult. Fortunately I’m not.

In theory, if I had to, I could probably fit both of these bags into the area beneath my seat for my flight. Let’s hope it doesn’t some to that — I would prefer a little bit of legroom — but it’s nice to know if the overhead scrum didn’t go my way I would have options.

Off I go. See you in Portland.

— JS

Whatever ([syndicated profile] scalziwhatever_feed) wrote2025-09-03 05:58 pm

The Big Idea: Rich Larson

Posted by Athena Scalzi

Stories are there for us through good times and bad times. They can comfort us, perplex us, or connect us. Follow along in author Rich Larson’s Big Idea for his newest book, Changelog, where he seeks to connect us all to his grandmother.

RICH LARSON:

What’s the point?

That’s the only Big Idea that comes to mind as I watch my grandma gasping in her sleep. What’s the point of writing an essay to promote a book full of stories barely anyone will read? What was the point of me writing all those stories in the first place? What’s the point of writing anything?

Changelog doesn’t matter much today, so I’ll tell you about my grandma: not the shrunken, angular version of her on the hospital bed, but the earlier iterations.

She was born in a Mennonite village in Ukraine in 1927. She survived the Holodomor, the artificial famine imposed by the USSR – this bit of history is repeating itself today, both in the Russian government’s invasion of Ukraine and the Israeli government’s starvation of Gaza.

Her sister Mary died of fever, her brother Fritz from tuberculosis of the bone. Her father was arrested for writing religious poetry, and put in a cell so crowded that if one man rolled over, everyone had to roll over. He was released when the Soviets needed more mechanics, but came back white-haired and gaunt. 

Her village was liberated by German soldiers, because things are always more complicated than we would like them to be – this is a fact she pared away when she immigrated to Canada. Her journey west was long and dangerous, full of loss and reunion and wild coincidence that would never pass in fiction. The day she mentions most often is the day she swam for her life:

She was seventeen, and a Russian officer, drunken, victorious, was picking girls from the crowd of refugees trying to cross the Elbe River. Her brother John saw a boat close to shore, and whispered for her to swim. She threw herself into the icy water; the officer staggered after her but dropped his pistol in the river. She reached the edge of the boat. Some hands pushed her away, fearing the Russians would fire on them. Stronger hands pulled her in.

A year later she came to Halifax on a cruise ship full of Displaced Persons. The train ride that followed was so long she feared it would carry her all the way around the back of the world and leave her in Siberia. She arrived in Chilliwack instead, on Christmas morning. She remembers twinkling lights and supermarket stalls overflowing with oranges.

She lived with distant relatives and set herself to learning English, falling asleep with th and wh on her tongue. She cleaned houses in Vancouver, where two old British women gave her cold mutton for lunch. Her stomach was unaccustomed, so she wrapped it in a napkin and hid it in the garbage – but then their great big dog came sniffing around, so she had to stealthily transfer it to her bag.

She became a nurse, and years later forgot her nurse’s watch at a relative’s wedding. The young crooked-faced farmer who returned it became her husband. She wrote poetry; he quoted her Shakespeare. They homesteaded twice in rural Manitoba, and paid off the farm just one year before he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. They had three children, one of whom was my mother. 

Knowing facts and anecdotes about my grandma is not the same as knowing her. Knowing her is more like this:

You stumble in from playing in the snow, and she yanks off your mittens and claps your ruddy hands to her warm cheeks and yelps in mock-pain and says oh! icicles!

You sleep over at her house and wear your dead grandpa’s pajamas, white with pale blue stripes, and she makes thin pancakes and watches Spider-Man cartoons with you.

You trek to her house in summertime and she meets you halfway, and when you arrive there’s ginger ale – she mixes hers with cranberry juice – and fresh buns, or cinnamon rolls, or the chocolate-chip brownies you now bake whenever you need to befriend new neighbors.

You have your first heartbreak, already in a different city, and she listens, then quietly asks what did she look like, because she knows that’s important, that a person is more than a name and a decision.

You stay with her for what you don’t realize is the last time, and every day you walk around the pond, using momentum – der Schwung – to get down the grassy ditch and up the other side. She teaches you Scrabble and regrets it because it’s then the only game you want to play. In the evenings you watch Jeopardy or Murder She Wrote.

You call her from dozens of different cities, and every time she says Richie! Where in the world are you now? When your mom says her memory is starting to go, you don’t believe it. Your grandma is warm and sharp and funny as ever.

You surprise her with a visit, make plans to see her the next day. When you buzz her door from outside the apartment, she says Richie! Where in the world are you now? and she is not joking. You begin to pre-mourn her.

You pre-mourn her for years, and it still rips your heart out to see her lying here. Her bed is tilted nineteen degrees. Two wild roses sit in a jar of water beside her.

That’s not knowing her either.

Her voice is faint now, and she doesn’t have her teeth in, and she slips between English, German, Plautdietsch, sometimes Ukrainian or Russian. More and more often, her eyes look confused. I try to cherish every last spark – like yesterday, when I said I wish I could see what’s going on inside your head, and she puffed a laugh and said so do I.

And I guess that’s the point.

I’ve been writing stories all my life, and they’ve served me in a variety of ways. When I was a kid, they let me escape sad rooms like this one. As I got older, they became anchors in time, each story reminding me of where I was, who I was, who I was with when I wrote it. They let me try, over and over, to understand things that will never make sense and put endings on things that don’t end.

But the biggest reason I write is this: you’ll never know my grandma, and you’ll likely never know me, but writing stories – whether hewn whole from life or filtered through imagination – feels like closing the gap just a little. I’ve always wanted so badly for someone to see what’s going on in here.


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Whatever ([syndicated profile] scalziwhatever_feed) wrote2025-09-03 02:43 pm

20 Years of “Being Poor”

Posted by John Scalzi

I was reminded via a recent Metafilter post that this year marks the 20th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, and consequently, the 20th anniversary of me writing my “Being Poor” post about it, which was my way of answering the question, sometimes asked sincerely and sometimes less so, why some of New Orleans’ poorest citizens did not leave the city when a massive storm was bearing down on it. The piece was written in anger and sorrow and frustration, and was in many ways was a life-changing piece of writing for me. It remains one of the best things I’ve ever written.

Ten years ago I wrote a long retrospective on the piece, why I wrote it and what it’s meant to me and others. Nearly all of what I wrote there still stands, so I’m not going to repeat the content of that post here.

What I am going to add today is just the observation that the horrors that caused me to write “Being Poor” twenty years ago have not been avoided in the current day; if anything, things are now worse. Most prominently at the moment, we have a government that neither cares about the poor among us, nor is much interested in helping those of us who need help, whatever help that might be. It is an intentionally cruel and contemptuous government, which is echoed down on state and local levels in many places. It’s harder now to climb out of poverty than it was twenty years ago, and easier to slide into it.

The cruel and contemptuous, in government and out of it, will tell you that poverty is about the choices you make, and I am here to tell you, from experience, that far more than that, it is about the choices we make. We have chosen, in the aggregate, to make things difficult, well beyond that ability of most individuals in poverty to make useful choices much of the time, or to make those choices stick without luck or other outside intervention. You can’t tell people to pull themselves up by their own bootstraps when we’ve designed a world where boots cost more than what they have, are hard to find, and will fall apart when they use them. You can’t harangue them for not climbing the social ladder when the ladder we’ve provided is greased and the rungs are broken or missing. You can’t blame them for not improving their lot when we’ve given them so few tools to do so, and are working to take away what tools they manage to have. You can’t sell them the American Dream when we’ve put that dream behind a wall, for the pleasure of the few.

The cruel and contemptuous know this, and it doesn’t matter to them. At all. And they are in power.

And so, we will have more poverty and more disasters and more people wondering, some sincerely and some rather less so, why people just didn’t leave whatever it is that will need leaving. We know the answer to that. We’ve known now for decades. But we refuse to change. And so here we are, again, and still.

— JS

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Whatever ([syndicated profile] scalziwhatever_feed) wrote2025-09-02 11:52 pm

Further Thoughts on the M4 Mac Air and Pixel 10 Pro

Posted by John Scalzi

First the M4 Mac Air and then the Pixel 10 Pro, because, I don’t know, we’re going from largest to smallest.

M4 Mac Air: The first thing I note is that I think I forgot how much I enjoy this particular form factor for a laptop. Don’t get me wrong, I really am happy with my MacBook Pro, but it is an actual beast of a machine, big and heavy and kind of a pain in the ass to take places. Again, I bought it more or less as a desktop replacement, so I’m not faulting it for these facts; it’s doing what I intended it to do. But it is a lug to carry, and not a computer you can comfortably one hand as you move about the house.

The Mac Air, on the other hand, I’m happily carrying around all over the place, and I’m genuinely looking forward to traveling with it when I head out to Portland this weekend and on tour later in the month. It is literally no problem just to pick up and move around. It’s a pleasure to type on (which is what it has over my iPad Pro with the Magic Keyboard), and everything else about it just works: The screen is pretty nice, it’s loud enough when I play something through its speakers, and the battery efficiency is such that I’ve been running it unplugged for a couple of days, writing, scrolling social media and watching YouTube, and haven’t gotten close to draining the thing. It’s basically a perfect portable computer, or at least a close to perfect one for me.

This is not entirely surprising as the various reviews I’ve read and watched have pretty much said the same thing; the general consensus is that for the non-power user (which is nearly everyone who is not a coder, a serious PC gamer and/or someone working with tons of video), the M4 Mac Air is probably as much computer as you need. I’m inclined to agree with this. My use case of writing, browsing and some light photoediting does not come close to maxing out the capabilities of this chip, and while I chipped out a little bit extra for more RAM and SSD space (which also got me a slightly better-specced processor), the base model with 16 gigs of RAM would not exactly be hurting doing what I’m doing, either. Spec snobs will note that the screen on the Air is not OLED and only refreshes 60 times a second (unlike iPad Pro, which has the OLED, or the screen on the MacBook Pro, which has variable refresh rates up to 120 times a second). However, having a recent Mac Pro to compare, allow me to say: I literally don’t care. The screen is perfectly good. I don’t notice the lack of OLED or high refresh rates when I’m using it, and I’m not running it next to the MacBook Pro to notice the supposed deficiency. It’s fine.

In the real world, the drawbacks I’ve noticed on this Mac Air are thus: Having both USB-C/Thunderbolt ports on the same side of the computer is a very minor annoyance, and the small size of the computer means that when I am sitting in my office Eames Chair, the cats choose to pretend they don’t see me working on the Air and want to sit in my lap. Which is cute! But makes it hard to work. I would also say, with respect to the Sky Blue color of my particular laptop, that what Marques Brownlee said about it is correct: This is homeopathic blue, like Apple made a silver laptop and then whispered “blue” to it as it was being put into its packaging. Dear Apple: Don’t be afraid of actual color.

(Oh, and: apparently this M4 is optimized for “AI” but nothing I use it for needs it to run AI, and if the computer or the programs I use offer to run AI, I usually just shut off that capability because I already have a work flow established, so, meh?)

But, yeah. Great little computer, it’s doing everything I wanted it to, and can do considerably more than that if I ever need it to. Good purchase, A+++, would buy again.

Pixel 10 Pro: So far, I’m using this almost exactly like I used the Pixel 9 Pro before it and the Pixel 8 Pro before that; honestly, on a day-to-day basis the way I know that I actually switched phones is that this new one has a slightly different color. Now, Google just downloaded Material Design 3 into my phone so all my on-screen buttons and some of my apps look different, so I guess there is that. But that doesn’t really change how I use the phone all that much.

But what about all the new “AI “stuff they packed in the latest Pixels, that are supposed to be the big market differentiators to everything else out there? I hear you ask. Well, I already talked about the most prominent example of that, being the “Pro-Res Zoom” AI which kicks in when you zoom the camera above 30x, and you may recall I was not hugely impressed with that. I am more impressed with the “AI Enhance” photo function, which does not redraw your entire photo but rather adjusts color/brightness/etc automatically. I’m not sure it really qualifies as “AI,” it’s just applying tweaks, but it’s generally pretty good at it. There’s now also a function where you can edit a picture by talking to your phone rather than moving sliders around and such; you can ask the Pixel 10 to remove someone from a photo, or brighten the sky, or, say, remove the background entirely and replace it with an “AI” generated image. The former is cool, I suppose; the latter once again gets us to the point where your photo is no longer a photo and is instead just an image based on a photo you once took. Whether this is something you want, I leave you to consider. I don’t have much use for it personally.

The other “AI” stuff I haven’t really encountered yet, mostly because none of it is really useful for someone staying at home and doing not a whole lot of nothing. I’m not speaking to people who don’t share my language, so an auto-translate that speaks a different language in a voice similar to my own is not a priority, and when I’m spending time in my home office I’m not needing my phone to surface my flight information while I’m texting. I’m traveling this week so maybe it’ll come in handy then. But right now? Yeah, it’s not doing much for me. For the moment, at least, none of the new “AI” features of the Pixel 10 Pro are ones that I have much use for.

Which is not to say I don’t like this phone. I do; as a smartphone, doing all the things I want it to do, it’s great. The cameras are very good just as cameras, the phone is snappy enough opening apps and doing the stuff I need it to do, and I still very much appreciate having the stock Android experience on the Pixel, without all the crap other manufacturers or carriers add on to their phones. Pixel still has the best iteration of Android, if you ask me.

I don’t regret getting the Pixel 10 Pro (especially as my old phone was showing real wifi connectivity issues). It’s an excellent phone I would highly recommend to any Android phone user, if they are in the market for a new phone. But if you already have a phone you’re happy with, and you’re not someone who cares about “AI” to any great extent, there’s nothing here that would make you want to exchange the phone you already have. It’s a good phone! Just not necessarily in the ways Google is selling it as.

— JS

Whatever ([syndicated profile] scalziwhatever_feed) wrote2025-09-02 09:52 pm

California Sober Now on YouTube

Posted by John Scalzi

And what, you ask, is “California Sober”? Two things: One, it’s slang for the sort of person who doesn’t drink alcohol or use other drugs but might partake of weed. Two, it’s a comedy short written by Yamini Nambimadom and Isabella Zanobini, and directed by Juliette Strangio, that I was an executive producer for, which is now available on YouTube for general viewing. The plot: “After an unexpected drug test puts their blowoff mall jobs at risk, best friends Lola and Tyler spend an afternoon on the hunt for clean pee with the help of an eccentric crew of mall employees.” Zany!

How did I become an executive producer on this short? Basically, I gave the filmmakers money. I knew Isabella Zanobini via a production company that had optioned one of my properties; that option didn’t get off the ground but when I saw that she and her friends were crowdfunding a short, I thought it would be nice to pitch in. I had no other responsibilities on the project other than tossing some cash their way, but they were nice enough to give me an EP credit anyway. Hollywood, baby!

Whether this short leads to anything more for any of the people involved remains to be seen, but if it does, I suppose I will get the satisfaction of knowing I helped them a tiny bit along the way. In the meantime: Look! A comedy short! Enjoy.

— JS

Whatever ([syndicated profile] scalziwhatever_feed) wrote2025-09-02 05:17 pm

The Big Idea: Charlie N. Holmberg

Posted by Athena Scalzi

Sometimes, books require a lot of planning and outlining, and sometimes you just need to start and it ends up revealing itself along the way. Such was the case for author Charlie N. Holmberg, much to her type-A dismay. Follow along in her Big Idea to see how she skipped the outline entirely for her newest novel, The Shattered King.

CHARLIE N. HOLMBERG:

I literally wrote the book on magic systems.

Okay, I wrote a book on magic systems. Charlie N. Holmberg’s Book of Magic, to be precise.

But this isn’t about that book. It’s about the book that came from that book.

Almost all my novels start with a magic system. Some element, some power, some spark from which plot, character, and setting bloom. I wanted to guide others in finding this spark, so in this Book of Magic, I included a handful of appendices to help people jumpstart their magic systems. One of these appendices is a list of commonly used magic systems in fantasy novels. This list allows the writer to do one of three things: 1) use one of these systems to keep their learning curve shallow, 2) avoid these systems to find something more original, or 3) take one of these systems and put their own spin on it (you know, like Stephanie Meyer did with Twilight).

I was mulling over this while playing Final Fantasy XVI with my husband and thought, okay, Charlie, take your own advice. How would you make something incredibly common new and exciting? 

I picked healing from the list. Started playing around with it.

And then I sparked.

What if healing wasn’t done directly to the body, but via a representation of the body? In some sort of dreamlike, liminal space created by magic and accessed only by those who could wield it. Like a dream, this liminal space could take on all sorts of visuals: a painting, a garden, a castle wall. Any sickness or injury would appear as something off or broken—tears in canvas, wilting flowers, cracks in stones. I call this space a “lumis” (because it sounds pretty), and no two are exactly alike.

Cue the video game I’m playing, Final Fantasy XVI. I really liked one of the main characters: Joshua. Joshua, a prince, was born powerful, but also sickly, and nothing seemed to be able to heal him. So what does a monarchy do when none of their doctors can’t heal one of their own? They force the task upon the magical peasants, of course.

And that is where The Shattered King starts. Against the backdrop of war, a healer is forced to leave her family and journey across the country to the capital to try her hand at healing the unhealable prince. She has every intention of failing. The sooner she disappoints the nobility, the sooner she can go home.

But what Nym Tallowax considers to be low-effort magic ends up doing more for Prince Renn than any healer before her. Now if she wants to go home, she’ll have to cure the ailing prince first.

But for whatever reason, Prince Renn’s lumis refuses to be healed.

This idea really took me by the horns—so much so that I started writing it before I had an outline. I’m a type-A personality. All my novels have notebooks, storyboards, and thorough outlines. But the need to make this one happen usurped everything else. 

It made me [insert choking noise] discovery write

I started it in the middle of a family vacation and finished it in fifteen days, an all-time record for me. For kicks and giggles, I asked my editor if she wanted to see it (and let’s be honest, this was mostly because I wanted a reason for her to pay attention to me). Shortly after, my publisher informed me that they wanted to completely rearrange my release schedule to put this book first. Whatever spell this story put me under apparently worked some sort of magic on them, too. And while I know there’s a few readers out there who are getting tired of the romantasy trend, romantic fantasy is my JAM, and I’m happy to butter readers’ biscuits with a little bit of my own.


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Whatever ([syndicated profile] scalziwhatever_feed) wrote2025-09-02 01:28 pm

Supplemental Kitten Update: The Kitten Has a Name

Posted by John Scalzi

Meet (again) Saja. The name is Korean for “lion,” and also, of course, fans of K-Pop Demon Hunters will catch the reference to Saja Boys, the demonic-but-terribly-cute boy band from the film who sing fizzy ditties about wanting to consume your soul:

In this regard the name is doubly fitting because a few days ago, when we decided to keep the kitten, I spontaneously started singing to him, to the tune of “Soda Pop”: You’re my little kitty/So furry and so pretty/You’re my fuzzy butt/My little fuzzy butt! So perhaps it was just fate.

The name was suggested in yesterday’s comment thread by “godotislate,” so thank you for that, G, you did us a solid. Now our cat has a name!

— JS

Whatever ([syndicated profile] scalziwhatever_feed) wrote2025-09-01 03:02 pm

Kitten Update: All Hail the Fuzz Butt

Posted by John Scalzi

So, we kept the black kitten.

I want to stress this was not the plan all along. I did in fact have a new home scheduled for this kitten, but then, more or less at the last minute, the people at the new home had a change in circumstances that made receiving a new kitten not possible. Which is fine, sometimes that happens. This gave Athena, who had been angling to keep the black kitten, another chance to plead her case, and by this time both Krissy and I had spent enough time with him to warm to the idea. So the original kitten recipient’s unfortunate loss is our now our gain.

We did, of course, have some concern as to how the other pets might receive to the new kitten, and the short answer is, it’s been mixed, but not disastrously so. Charlie loves and is obsessed with the kitten and follows it wherever it goes, and fortunately the new kitten seems to like Charlie. Smudge was like “oh, I guess there’s a new kitten now,” and doesn’t seem to be overly bothered.

Sugar and Spice, on the other hand, are unpleased:

However, so far their response has been to avoid the new kitten when possible rather than to attempt to murder it, and there already have been instances of the new kitten napping in the same room as one or the other of these two without bloodshed. I so suspect that, as with the arrival of Smudge a few years back, there will be a week or two of adjustment to the new kitten being all up in their space, and then a new “normal” where everyone has their new general territories and life goes on. We’ve had four cats before, and these three cats were part of that living arrangement. I suspect they’ll get used to it again, and quickly.

It’s helpful that the kitten is exceedingly well-tempered, at least so far. He’s not a jerk to the other cats, nor is he afraid of them or of Charlie. He’s very affectionate and curious when it comes to the humans, and overall seems pretty comfortable with his surroundings. He acts like this has always been his home, which is reassuring. He’s still a kitten, mind you, which means getting into a little bit of trouble and being inconveniently underfoot and so on, all the usual kitten stuff. But that’s what makes kittens adorable, and everything suggests that when he’s not a kitten anymore he’ll be an excellent cat.

What we don’t have yet is an official name for the kitten. Earlier, Athena suggested “Shoyu,” which is a type of soy sauce (the kitten’s black fur has a brown sheen in strong light), but it’s not sticking. I’ve offered up “Śuri,” which is an Etruscan volcano god, whose name derives from the Etruscan word for “black,” but this may be too esoteric. I think what we may end up doing is just letting the kitten be around and seeing what name fits him. I will say that I’ve been taking to calling him “Fuzz Butt” as a shorthand, and while I don’t think that’s going to end up being his official name, it’s useful on a temporary basis, and also, entirely truthful. Some official name will present itself in time. Yes, you are allowed to offer suggestions in the comments. Please note we may ignore them entirely. But I know that won’t stop you.

So, please welcome this new kitten, He Who Is Temporarily and Unofficially Known as “Fuzz Butt,” to the Scalzi household, and also as the newest official Scamperbeast. He’s a delight and we look forward to lots of adventures with him. He is an accidental kitten, but then, “accidental kittens” is what we specialize in around here. Our cats have a history of just showing up. We wouldn’t have it any other way.

— JS

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Whatever ([syndicated profile] scalziwhatever_feed) wrote2025-08-31 12:53 am

New Cover: “Crazy Love”

Posted by John Scalzi

Technically, this is a cover of a Van Morrison song, but personally I first encountered it in a version by Bryan Ferry, and if you have listened to both the original and the Ferry cover, this one leans more towards the latter. A cover of a cover! I hope you enjoy it nevertheless.

— JS

Whatever ([syndicated profile] scalziwhatever_feed) wrote2025-08-29 07:39 pm

Parking Lot Kittens IV: The Final Photo

Posted by John Scalzi

We’ve had a delightful time fostering these kittens, but today is the day they are off to their forever homes. So please say farewell to this trio as they head off and out into their new lives. On one hand I am sad, because they’re absolutely delightful and cuddly and I would love to keep them all. On the other hand I am happy because their lives will absolutely be better than they were when they were found in that parking lot. I’m glad to have had a part in that. May their new lives be long and full of love.

— JS

Whatever ([syndicated profile] scalziwhatever_feed) wrote2025-08-29 05:42 pm

Pictures, Not Photos: What’s Going On With the Pixel 10 Pro “Pro-Res Zoom”

Posted by John Scalzi

For the new release of the Pixel 10 Pro (and the 10 Pro XL, which is mostly the same phone, just larger), Google has introduced something called the “Pro-Res Zoom,” a process by which, once you zoom in with the camera over about 30x zoom, after you’ve snapped the photo, Google will run it through an “AI” processor, not to bring out the details that are actually there, but to make up details that seem reasonable to assume are there, based on whatever processing algorithm Google is currently using. It then outputs the result of this guessing into your phone, alongside the original photo. Sometimes it looks pretty good! Sometimes it does not! But in neither case is what’s being outputted a photo. Rather, you now have a picture, or an illustration, based on a photo. It’s no more a real photo than it would be if someone made a cartoon version of the photo. The verisimilitude at that point is the same.

Which is not to say that the Google Pixel 10 Pro can’t do a reasonably good job at approximation sometimes. Look at the before/after images of the strawberry above. The “before” version on the left is an unimproved photo, shot at about 50x zoom from across my backyard deck. The strawberry is blotchy and low-detail, which is perfectly reasonable, because the Google actual optical sensor only goes to 5X zoom and everything else is a digital zoom, i.e., it crops in and uses a much smaller number of pixels to resolve the image. The image on the right is the “AI” recreation of the fruit. It looks much better, because Google “knows” what a strawberry is supposed to look like and builds on that. It does a good enough job that you can believe it actually is a photo – a heavily processed one, but one bearing some relationship to reality. That’s because as blotchy as the initial image is, it has enough detail that Google can reasonably extrapolate. That’s a strawberry, all right!

But the extrapolation breaks down, and quickly, when the details aren’t there. You can’t just “enhance” your way to clarity. This image of the end of my road, shot at about 94x zoom, makes the point: Stop signs aren’t circular, and the “STOP” letters aren’t there at all, replaced by white splotches. Overhead wires hang weirdly and disappear randomly. It’s an illustration, and not a particularly good one.

The model’s inability to resolve letters gives a feel like when you’re dreaming and you’re trying to read signs and you can’t because the letters don’t resolve and they squirm around. This is an exactly apt metaphor, because these pictures aren’t reality, they’re a hallucination, only by a computer and not a human mind. I don’t hate it! I think the dream-like squiggles and weird simultaneously over-and-under-detailed images from the Pro Res Zoom can be aesthetically intriguing. But it’s not what I want a camera on my phone to do. I want it to take photos, not generate related-but-ultimately-fictional illustrations.

Below the point at which the Pro Res Zoom kicks in, the Pixel 10 Pro does take perfectly lovely photos – there is algorithmic processing there, too, but its dedicated to fixing light balances and choosing how to represent color and so on, which is to say, all the things that any digital camera does (see the photo above, of the actual strawberry from before, as an example). Google’s Pixel phones have consistently had some of the best cameras in the field, as much due to the software as the hardware, and that’s one of the reasons I’ve stuck with the brand when it comes time to upgrade.

To be fair to Google, it has built-in support for C2PA (Coalition for Content Provenance and Authenticity) Content Credentials, which means that when you use Pro Res Zoom, or any of the Pixel 10 Pro’s other “AI” editing tools, the fact that the image is “AI” generated/edited is embedded in the metadata. Google isn’t trying to fool anyone about what it’s doing. Of course, it’s not that difficult to strip metadata, and not everyone knows how to find that metadata anyway (do you?). I’m not going to fault Google for that. They are at least making the attempt to be clear what’s happening when you use their “AI” tools, and I can appreciate the effort.

With that said, for my own part I’m unlikely to use the “Pro Res Zoom” much; I do like my photos to be actual photos when they come out of the camera; if they’re going to be edited, I want to be the one to edit them, so I can be fundamentally responsible for the images I’m presenting to others. As for everyone else, well, look: There’s an upper physical limit for phones on lenses and sensors, and phone manufacturers have been filling in those gaps with software for years. Google is maybe the first to do that with one of their zooms, at least on this scale, but it’s very unlikely they are going to be the last. We’ll see more of this.

As with everything else you see on the Internet and off of it, you are going to have to be the one who makes the call about whether you believe what you see with your own eyes, and whether what you’re seeing is a photo, or just a picture.

— JS

Whatever ([syndicated profile] scalziwhatever_feed) wrote2025-08-29 12:50 pm

The Big Idea: Julia Harrison

Posted by John Scalzi

Highways to Hell, Stairways to Heaven: in From the Other Side, author Julia Harrison suggests a different way of locating these ineffable planes of the afterlife… which may or may not so ineffable after all.

JULIA HARRISON:

When it comes to dealing with anxiety that stems from the unknown I’m the kind of person who likes to play devil’s advocate, no pun intended. The two biggest of these subject matters for me are space, my brain is incapable of comprehended something without a known beginning or end, and death.

I’m a little strange I know.

I’m not particularly religious, but not really an atheist either. Let’s just say I keep an open mind. From the Other Side came from a “what if,” moment of ponder regarding death.        

Most people think of heaven and hell as being vertical in relation to earth, both literally and metaphorically, I’m not sure where this belief originated. Maybe from the teachings of old where figurative expressions were transcribed in literal terms. But it is widely accepted that above is light, which is the epitome of goodness and purity, below is dark, which is the embodiment of evil and malevolence. Therefore, in both a physical and astral sense heaven exists and is above us, whilst hell exists and is below us.

But what if this isn’t the case?

What if our planes of existence were much more aligned in relation to each other? That the inhabitants from each plane can and do travel between them?  That living beings are almost entirely oblivious to them, the good and the bad. How and why are they unaware of such happenings?

Of course each question I asked had to answered in some semi-logical fashion, and from that came the backbone of the book. It seems feasible to assume that humans could have spent a millennium conditioning themselves to unsee anything other than earth and it’s living inhabitants. A self-inflicted blindness that inhibits their ability to see the very linear existence between the planes. The teachings of religion, science, and the occult all serve as a method of both social control and psychological protection, as the saying goes, ignorance is bliss.

Imagine every living person possessed abilities far greater than they were able to acknowledge. That we could all see and interact with each plane of existence. Those who may be referred to as gifted, the ones who see and hear things beyond the realm of the living, those who experience a feeling of dread right before a disaster occurs, or who feel the presence of something when they are completely alone, it isn’t that they possess a supernatural power, simply that they are less able to inhibit their brains natural intrinsic abilities.

One of the most basic instincts possessed by the living is self-preservation. Maybe that is what prevents them from crossing over each plane. That dark alley that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, the hole in the crawl space that generates the fight or flight response, that part of the forest devoid of singing birds and chirping bugs, the secluded beach or sunny pasture that fills your heart with an inexplicable sense of contentment and peace, all glimpses of the interweaving of two planes.

Good versus evil is an age-old concept, one derived from a truth that has, over time, become a twisted and convoluted version of its former self.  I do think that good and evil absolutely exist, but human beings are not born with a predisposition for either. Rather, our souls consist of elements of both. Every being has a balance of both good and evil within. Laws, cultural norms, and social constructs manipulate us into a desire to attain a label of good. To be perceived as righteous, and of high moral standing, and why? Because we are always answerable to a higher power. Anything that deviates from this has dire consequences. If no legal or social ramifications materialize then the belief is that the cosmos, as a whole, will transpire against you, like there is a vengeful universe examining our every move in the hope of detecting any digressions to warrant inflicting some karmic damnation upon the perpetrator of such wrong doings.

Every now and again we catch sight of our darker instincts, some even embrace it. Not every crime is committed out of necessity, not every abuser was once abused, not every serial killer suffered a traumatic head injury. Nurturing our narcissistic impulses, inflicting mental or physical torture for pleasure, annihilating an entire race in the name of ideology, are all perfect examples.

Years ago I visited a psychic, a creepily good one. The rationale behind this meeting was to connect with lost loved ones, in particular a friend who had dies very young. She shared a lot of information but one piece in specifically stuck with me and not in a good way.

She stated that when we die, and pass into whatever afterlife there is, we cease to be who we were. That scared me. The only way my brain allowed me to accept the very natural act of dying was to focus on reuniting with lost loved ones. I found writing about this extremely therapeutic, I’m still not entirely at peace with what she said, but I’m definitely getting there.


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Whatever ([syndicated profile] scalziwhatever_feed) wrote2025-08-28 05:44 pm

New Tech Day at the Scalzi Compound

Posted by John Scalzi

Yes, indeed, yer boi Scalzi got splurge-y recently and picked up two new pieces of tech, which both arrived today within minutes of each other, namely, an M4 Mac Air (in the extremely subtle Sky Blue colorway) and a new Pixel 10 Pro, this one in the moonstone colorway.

Why the new tech? In the case of the Mac Air, well, it turns out my 16-inch Mac Pro is not exactly a paragon of portability (which is not entirely a surprise to me, I bought essentially as a desktop which I could occasionally lug about when I needed to), and the other more portable laptop I had (a 2019 Dell XPS 13) has come to the end of its travel life in terms of its battery being able to hold a charge. My iPad Pro has a Magic Keyboard and for the last couple of years I’ve been using it as a travel laptop, and it’s been fine, as long as I don’t have actual work I want to do — the keyboard, it turns out, isn’t comfortable for long writing sessions, and the entire setup is unwieldy and top-heavy in any event. It’s not a stellar laptop, as it were.

I have a new novel due at the end of November and a lot of travel between now and then, so I needed something small and light that is actually comfortable to type on while I’m on the road. I was vaguely thinking about a Chromebook (I had a Pixelbook back in the day and in many ways it was my favorite laptop ever), but for novel writing/editing I need a version of Word that’s not dependent on an online connection, because a lot of the puddle-jumpers I fly on while on tour don’t have Internet. None of the current Windows laptops thrill me, and from a technology point of view they’re at an inflection point anyway as they move over to an ARM processing architecture. I kinda don’t want to be in the middle of that right now (and for those people holding a finger up for Linux, please put it down, remember I said I need Word, and no, Libre/OpenOffice doesn’t count for my purposes).

The Mac Air M4, it turns out, is pretty much spot-on in what I’m needing in a travel laptop: The right size, perfectly functional for what I need, excellent battery life and reasonably future-proofed in having Apple’s most recent chip. I don’t plan on using it for heavy processing work (I have my ridiculously over-specced Mac Pro for that), so its relatively modest specs are fine. Plus it doesn’t tip over when I put it in my lap. It’s good! And also, good enough! And that’s what I’m looking for. The only thing I don’t like about it at the moment are that its USB-C ports are only on one side. That’s not exactly a dealbreaker.

As for the Pixel 10 Pro, that is indeed an actual splurge. I update my phones annually when it’s not necessary, mostly because I want the latest tech updates, which this year include some improvements in camera processing and some user interface upgrades (some claiming to be “AI” because everything has to be “AI” now, doesn’t it) I’m interested in trying out. That said, I shattered my Pixel 9 Pro screen a while back and after its repair it’s had some wifi connectivity issues — I think I may have knocked something loose in there — so an upgrade will probably mean I’m done with that particular problem.

(This is where I acknowledge it’s nice to be at a place in my life where I’m able to get a new tech when it is convenient for me to do so. I don’t take it for granted.)

In the reasonably near future I’ll probably have more to say about the day-to-day use of these new bits of tech, particularly the new phone, so be looking for those at some point. Until then: New tech! Yay! As a nerd, today feels a little like Christmas, even if I had to be my own Santa for it.

— JS

Whatever ([syndicated profile] scalziwhatever_feed) wrote2025-08-28 12:35 pm

Post-Vet Kitten Update

Posted by Athena Scalzi

Since we got a few questions about the kittens’ health and our plans for them moving forward, I thought I’d just address a couple of those questions real quick!

I took all three to the vet, and all of them got weighed, their hearts listened to, tested for FeLV and FIV, got their rabies shot and a leukemia shot, and given some flea/tick/ear mite medicine. And the diluted tortie got some extra medication for her eye because she has one irritated, goopy eye currently. Other than icky ears and one icky eye, the cats are in really good shape and cancer free!

Someone asked about if we were planning to get them fixed, and while that was originally the plan, the vet said they are actually a little too young still, and will need to be fixed in another month or two.

All of them were great sports at the vet despite having blood drawn and getting shots, no one complained or meowed or hissed the entire time. I’m so happy they weren’t spicy little kitties, because when they’re at home they’re the sweetest cuddlebugs and I didn’t want them to end up having bad manners at the vet.

Someone also asked if we had names for them, and I did come up with temporary names for them, but their new owners will surely end up picking new ones for them.

The calico is just Callie. It’s not original or creative, but it was the first one I came up with out of all of them, since it’s the most obvious. The diluted tortie is Brown Sugar, an affectionate play on our cat Sugar, who the diluted tortie looks a lot like, but is more brown. So, Brown Sugar it is. And finally, my most favoritest, Shoyu. In the sun, this black kitty turns a beautiful dark brown color, like soy sauce.

All three kittens sleeping peacefully inside their crate, on the way home from the vet.

Here they are, sleepy and a bit lethargic after their check-up and vaccines. Soon they will be going to their new homes. I will miss them terribly.

-AMS

Whatever ([syndicated profile] scalziwhatever_feed) wrote2025-08-27 09:30 pm

What You Should Be Watching: YouTube Edition: Jenny Nicholson

Posted by Athena Scalzi

The idea of watching hours upon hours of video essay content over media I’ve never even seen sounds absolutely wild, and yet I have done it, and I am here to recommend the same to you. Specifically, Jenny Nicholson has an amazing talent of making the most random topics extremely entertaining, to the point where I literally laugh out loud and come back to the same videos over and over again.

Jenny has exceptional delivery, completely valid critiques of the media she’s talking about, her editing skills really contribute to the humor of the video, and she really commits to the bit by dressing up as whatever she’s talking about. I appreciate her thorough examinations of the media, and the amount of time and energy she puts into the research of the media before she talks about it.

Beyond the critiques and humor, I honestly just really like how she speaks. There’s a lot of good content on YouTube that is unwatchable to me because of the creator’s voice grating me the wrong way. I like Jenny’s voice and her soft-spoken-ness, I like the speed at which she speaks, and her general cadence. She is pleasant to listen to and even when I’m not watching her I like to listen to her videos when I drive sometimes.

My most favorite of her videos, and the one I’ve seen over a dozen times at this point, is her video over The Vampire Diaries:

I watched four seasons (well, three and a half) of The Vampire Diaries when I was a young teen, but even if you haven’t seen any of it, I can’t recommend this video enough. Not only is absolutely hilarious, but she goes over everything so thoroughly that you’re sure to be an expert on the show and all of its many, many flaws by the end.

I think the most interesting part of the video is that she doesn’t just talk about the show itself, but the books it was based on, the author and the company that published her, and even the video game. Yes, there is a video game, and yes, it’s just as bad as you’re imagining.

I also always crack up at her video over this very strange church’s theatrical performances:

And even though I have absolutely zero interest in Dear Evan Hansen, I truly love her video over it:

I just recently watched her video over The Rise of Skywalker and it’s no joke the best analysis and critique over the movie I’ve ever heard:

She and I have so many of the same opinions, she says everything I think but says it better. She honestly just nails it, every time.

There are a lot of content creators that I feel like seem like really cool people and I’m sure are nice and all, but very few that I feel like I could genuinely be really good friends with. Jenny seriously feels like someone I’d really enjoy hanging out with, and seems super cool and nice. I love when a creator feels really personable and friendly, it just makes me enjoy their videos that much more!

I hope you’ll give her videos a try, and enjoy them as much as I do. They’re honestly comfort watches for me at this point.

Have you seen The Vampire Diaries? Or Dear Evan Hansen? Did you like The Rise of Skywalker? Let me know in the comments, and have a great day!

-AMS

Whatever ([syndicated profile] scalziwhatever_feed) wrote2025-08-27 06:35 pm

The Big Idea: Josh Rountree

Posted by Athena Scalzi

Most grandmas play bingo, but author Josh Rountree’s grandma had a more occult hobby. Come along in his Big Idea as he tells you about ghosts, Texas, and his grandma, and how it all led to the creation of his newest novel, Summer in the House of the Departed.

JOSH ROUNTREE:

I do my best to put my heart on the page with every book and story I write, but Summer in the House of the Departed is especially dear to me.

The Big Idea for this one was simple – I wanted to write a story about a boy and his grandmother, whiling away the last weeks of her life in a haunted house while she tries to solve the mystery of death. But there is more to it than that. 

This little boy was me. And the grandmother was mine.

Sort of.

I grew up in a small West Texas town. Way out in the middle of nowhere would not be an inaccurate way to describe it.  My grandmother was a high school teacher in that same town who never met a stranger, and was beloved by her students. She taught English and Spanish and Folklore. And, sometime in her middle age, she started hunting for ghosts. 

That wasn’t really something that was done in that place, in those days. But soon enough, she became well known for collecting stories.  People would write her, call her on the phone, come knocking on the door.  She was the “ghost lady” and people knew she would listen if they reached out to her with their weirdest stories.

Soon enough she was going on ghost hunts of her own.  I recall her telling me a story about her hanging out in the middle of the night by a lake, looking for La Llorona. She had tons of cassette tapes with subject interviews, people telling their stories, and in some cases, ghostly noises she’d captured. She shared all of this with me, apart from anything she thought too frightening for a kid my age.

The scary stuff was the good stuff, though.

She planned to collect a lot of these stories in a book, but she passed away when I was a teenager, and was never able to finish.  For many years, I had the Big Idea that I’d pull all that together some day.  Finish that book.  But I’m not much of a non-fiction writer, and I wasn’t sure where to even start.

Still, the idea of doing something with her stories, and with those memories, hung on through the years. And eventually I decided to approach it through my fiction. 

Let’s be clear – Summer in the House of the Departed is entirely a work of fiction. Nothing in this story really happened this way, or at least not much of it.  But the book is alive with my memories of my grandmother, and the little boy in this book bears a pretty striking resemblance to me, way back in 1981. 

The portal in the sky. The occult rituals.  I added all that stuff.

But the ghosts?  Those all belong to my grandmother.


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