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Kingkiller Nigreddo: He said to the stone, “Break!”

Further into our first Taborlin the Great story, we see Taborlin trapped in a windowless stone cell. Nevermind that the cell evokes images of coffins and tombstones (more Nigreddo death-to-the-old-life imagery), we’re interested in the magic!

But Taborlin knew the names of all things, and so all things were his to command. He said to the stone ‘Break!’ and the stone broke. The wall tore like a piece of paper, and through that hole Taborlin could see the sky and breath the sweet spring air.

In alchemy “stone” as a singular entity refers to the philosopher’s stone the vessel or protagonist transforming from common to holy or lead to gold. A “stone” is a prima materia that has gained the Midas touch and provides the aqua de vida.

But we’re not talking about a stone but stone as an element. Taborlin knew the name of the element “stone” and could control it… as in the title The Name of the Wind. For Lindy’s advice on the matter, we need his “rock” entry. Rock stores the prima materia - the philosopher’s stone. Robert Fludd named the stone “a spirituall [sic] rock of pure transparent saphir [sic].

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Kingkiller Nigreddo: Felling Night

I addressed the prologue elsewhere, so we’ll start with Chapter One:

“It was felling…”

Stop.

When ripped from mommy-context’s grasp, this creates double entendre, piggybacking on what came before. We could say, “A man waiting to die was felling.” Lumberjacks fell trees, but a felling is the amount of wood they fell in a given season. If double entendre, then he used “fell” verbally – to chop down. “The broken tree” is one meaning of the Ademic Maedre, Kvothe’s other name.
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The Secret Life of Houdini

As a kid, I ingested Houdini biographies like most kids ingest chocolate. As a kid, Houdini snatched up Robert Houdin biographies like most kids snatched up wallets. I found myself taunting my brother to handcuff, shackle and hog tie me to my own bedposts and lock the door just so I could escape through the bedroom window and go wash dishes until he found me again. Houdini contorted himself as often as the manager at The Welsh Circus allowed him to. I practiced card magic, he practiced card magic. In my youthful ignorance, I delved into spiritualism & communicating with the dead. When I grew up, I wanted to be just like… well… you get the picture.

“But Lance, you’re not Houdini! Get over yourself.”

No crap, Sherlock. (You might that joke in a moment). I recount my childhood superhero to show the deep, intimate connection I have with the whole of Eric Weiss’s life, from Hungarian Eric to Harry Houdini. Every bit of this book taught me about myself while it taught me about him. Beyond the straightjackets, metamorphoses and lock picks sits a melancholy choleric pensive who struggled between arrogance and honest ambition, service and secret service Continue reading

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Wood, Brass and Leather

As an aficionado of Gilded Age America, I covet all things wood, brass and leather. I made a board about it on my Pinterest immediately after receiving my confirmation e-mail last June. If you scroll through, you’ll see a lot of steampunk but that’s only because steam-punky things take up a very small sliver of Gilded Age lore. There’s also tons of stuff you might find at The Art of Manliness site or even the old Whiskerino themes. Basically, some day I want to work in an office that crosses that of Indiana Jones:

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Pronunciation Manwell

Let’s play word association:

American

We naturally think of the word:

Hospitable

Right? Isn’t that what we, as a culture, are known for? Because of our legendary hospitality and care of strangers, they made a channel on YouTube to help foreigners along with their pronunciation of common American words. Like Jake Gyllenhaal:

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Protesters, Watchmen and Boarding School Boys

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Watchmen.

No wonder Time listed it as one of the 100 best novels. This thing rocked me to my core. When I set aside my philosophical biases, Moore & Gibbons continued to entertain me with this neo-noir graphic novel. My friend Alex Giltner, another fantasy writer, once said, “I don’t want to write about epic battles like Tolkien. We don’t live in that world. People don’t fear invasion anymore. They fear the little red button. They fear some guy in a room somewhere escalating everything to DEFCON 1.” Watchmen capitalized on that notion, balancing their world on a high wire, teetering toward apocalypse. Pessimistic like 90% of noir, Watchmen snaps a portrait of American society where everyone corrupts everything – a society where the watchmen need watching. In the midst of this brokenness, a former team of retired heroes go their separate ways to unearth an apocalyptic plot. Nihilistic and broken, this series asks the question: what is right?

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Worldbuilders 2011

Fundraiser ThermometerAs a team, we’ve already raised over $96,000 for world poverty relief!

Every year, hyper-nerds ban together with Patrick Rothfuss to provide better solutions to worldwide poverty, lifting people above the poverty bracket and giving them a chance for a future.

Pat matches 50% of whatever we donate AND creates a sort of lottery by which donors win many many prizes – prizes like complete firefly seasons, signed copies of the guild, HUNDREDS of books, readings by Neil Gaiman, etc. All that at his site.

We here at literating talk about more than fantastic worlds. We try and work through issues in our own world like generosity, greed and poverty. Well here’s the chance to shine, people. I set us a goal with the Worldbuilders team of $500. Having never hosted this before, I have no idea if that’s too small or big, so let’s just meet the goal and then I’ll raise the bar! Tweet, retweet, whatever – but get the word out and donate! Let’s give a Happy New Year to people in need.

We partner with Heifer international. Here’s the basics:

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Pratchett’s “Thief of Time”


The wrath of my inner nerd has been appeased.

No one feared my inner nerd’s wrath because he possessed no nerd-smiting powers like DDOS attacks or Tesla coils. However, had my inner nerd such powers at his disposal – or had he even mild  irritation – he would have come across Terry Pratchett’s supreme geek satire and laughed instead.

My first introduction to Pratchett – Thief of Time – reminded me just how much  scifi-fantasy and video game lore rests inside my subconscious. Terry made jokes about things I didn’t even know I found funny, smashing up humor from seemingly unrelated fields in an amusing amalgamation of dork. Examples? The Igor with a lisp. The Yeti who can save his life if he senses danger (think Super Mario) and continue onward; if he dies, he can always start over from where he saved, but with the advantage of a memory of the future. Continue reading

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Passion, Invention and Occupation

Sorry I neglected Monday, gang. I was shooting a short film. Here’s some quick crits for you:

Two years ago, I read The Invention of Hugo Cabret and gave props to Selznick. The guy invented a new medium – part silent film, part graphic novel, part picture book. Anyone who invents a new medium for telling a story gets the A from this teacher.

Beyond this, Selzinick actually told a good story well. I had hoped not only for a movie version of Selznick’s film tribute (thank you Scorsese) but also for ANOTHER BOOK!  Brian brought us Wonderstruck – a book about a deaf boy. Three quickies: (1) Selznick pays extravagant tribute to the awkwardness of Deaf culture, (2) he tells the story differently than Hugo, but just as well, (3) he changes up picture and text framing, reinventing his own new medium. Go. Get. It. Continue reading

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Daring to Live

A couple of weeks ago, a dear friend and mentor of mine committed suicide.

I don’t say that to “hook” you or to manipulate life circumstances for hits on this site. For one, I’m sick of all that. For another, I could care less if no one but my mother, my grandmother and my wife reads this . No offense, Literators. I still love you , but I’m writing this for something other than inter-tainment.

His funeral was the most hope-filled funeral I think I’ve been too. That might be superlative, but against death’s contrast their theme stood stark: A Celebration of Life. I know many readers here don’t follow Jesus, so I refuse to preach.

However I will say that this particular friend wore a white t-shirt and jeans everywhere. He was the most approachable servant of Christ I’ve met. Pimps and crazies and business men all had conversations with this guy due to his unassuming undershirt and denim. We reserved one day every semester where we’d all go to chapel dressed just like him (I attended a “Christian College”). By his attire, by his smile, by his manner he came ready to serve other people. As you might Continue reading

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Hang in There: 3 Stories

UPDATE: I uploaded the full version to the podcast site.

These memories still make me laugh…

I shared these three stories at the OCC faculty during their friday lunch. I apologize chopping up the start of it. YouTube only takes 15 minutes, so the 17 minute original lost some pacing.

Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy these moments as much as I did:

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Fantastic Points of Ignorance

The “fantastic points of ignorance” posts are one part fantasy, two parts moron. Think Socrates - all I know is that I don’t know jack. Learning all the time, you know?

Here are things I love, but know nothing about:

Knitting

Wish I could create this from the pattern:

Good thing my wife Kiddo wants to learn how to knit…

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The Rowdy Saudis

In my spare time, I teach English to speakers of other languages. Many are Arabs, and I love them. One goes by the name Ahmed Alanazi and he’s coming right along with his English. I’d like to share a short story he wrote with you. What you’re about to read actually happened to him:

On a sunny day, my cousin and I went to Lake of the Ozarks. It was a beautiful place for a vacation. I went with some friends to ride a boat. We filled the boat up with gasoline and cleaned the boat. We had seven people on the boat. When my friend tried to start the boat the first time, the boat didn’t start and then we heard some rattling coming from the engine. We didn’t pay attention to the sound and she tried again. After the third time, the engine exploded. It took me a minute to realize what was going on and I remained on the boat.

Everyone jumped off the boat and then my friend turned to me and she said, “What are you doing? You need to jump off the boat.” At that moment my cousin and I jumped off the boat and swam to the dock. The boat kept exploding like a bombardment. The boat kept moving toward a dock and that dock caught on fire, but many people called the fire department. I also called the fire department. The fire department came and watered down the fire before any of the house was damaged. The seven people on the boat are very lucky to be alive.

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To give you an idea of what I mean when I write “Rowdy Saudis,” here’s four short videos from their home country via Ahmed Alanazi.

First, the influence of Vin Diesel:

Then of ice skating:

Water Skiing:

And finally rap music. I enjoy this last one for different reasons than the other three:

In then end, I don’t hold these rowdy videos against them for the same reason that they shouldn’t see Johnny Knoxville as an honest sampling of American culture. I do, however, respond the same way.

I laugh.

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Why’s the Novel Dune in My Chocolatey Drink?

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Don’t hate me, hyper-fans. At least not before reading all of this…

No, I didn’t hate the book. I was surprised by the book. Through my oh-so-limited experience with the video game (shout out to super-gamer David Angeloni), and from hearsay interaction with the miniseries, I had one word attached to Dune:

LAME.

By “lame” I meant “laughable low-budget dime-novel scifi story.” I was mistaken like an interim teacher mistakes a long-haired junior high boy for a girl. On the back of my copy, the Louisville Times said,

Herbert’s creation of this universe, with its intricate development and analysis of ecology, religion, politics and philosophy, remains one of the supreme and seminal achievements in science fiction.

And Arthur C. Clarke compared it to LOTR. Back up the bus Betty! The LOTR comparison’s fair for Rothfuss and Martin, but Dune? What does Dune have to offer?

As it turns out, it’s less because of the epic-telling, more because of Herbert’s conversation with the subjects Louisville Times mentioned. By creating a sand-planet, Herbert talks even today on subjects like Middle Eastern oil (the “spice”), blood diamonds, Afghanistan, imperialism and even the Occupy Movement.

Even cooler is how he frames up prophecies through mathematical probability and historical gerrymandering. Basically, if you put the right axioms in the hands of the right people and keep track of DNA trajectory, you can engineer a prophecy to time out just right. Perhaps this speaks to Edersheim’s explanation of the aligning of the planets at Jesus’ birth?

Best of all, I related to Paul – the main character. Despite the crazy names of secondary and tertiary characters, Paul came through as relatable. Anna Greer mentioned how  danger elevates tension in a scene. The threats on Paul’s life kept me engaged in ways other conflict did not.

Last night Kiddo and I watched Rear Window by Alfred Hitchcock. There’s a moment that illustrates this well…

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