Art!

I mentioned on Saturday that we had bought some new art at the Leeper Park Art Fair, an annual event that has claimed a fair amount of my money over the years. Promila Kumar’s booth was right by the entrance to the Fair, and I think we both knew immediately that we were buying something from her as soon as we’d had the chance to wander through the rest of the displays. If you look through her website you’ll see that some of her work is more concrete and representational than this, but the movement and use of color was what grabbed us– I love the blues, and the golds sparkle nicely with the light in our bedroom.

This specific piece, as far as I know, doesn’t have a name, and Promila was nice enough to let us know that she didn’t care if we displayed it horizontally or vertically, and even asked which way we were thinking of hanging it before signing it. This conversation entertained both of us, as we’d just had a conversation, out of her earshot, about whether that precise situation would offend an artist who worked in abstract colors and shapes like she does– we needed something with some horizontality to it to fit this particular spot in our bedroom, and she had a few pieces with similar dimensions that she’d displayed vertically. I mean, on one hand, she’s never going to be in our house, so who cares, but there’s something to be said for respecting the artist’s vision, y’know?

So, yeah, I gotta appreciate an artist who basically says “My vision for this piece is whatever makes you more likely to buy it.”

Same, son. Same.

This was the first text I received from my son upon his joining the land of the living this morning afternoon:

It’s been that kind of day today. School went fine– I’d love to provide everyone with entertaining anecdotes from my summer school experience, but everything’s just been completely chill the entire time and there really hasn’t been anything to say. My biggest concern is that the curriculum they’ve provided us with simply isn’t enough material to fill three hours, but no one appears to care that my kids are getting lots of break time in between tasks. I’ll supplement if I have to, but we hit the halfway point through this thing tomorrow and at this point I’m pretty sure no one is going to make me. I generally have between five and nine kids and they’re all really nice kids. I was super worried about it going in and it turned out to be the easiest gig ever.

No, it’s everything else that’s weighing on me, and even there I’m becoming insanely repetitive; how much longer can literally everything continue to get dumber every single day before something breaks? Apparently the fuckwit had a press conference today and he said so many objectively insane things– apparently Barack Obama sent some invisible terrorists to cut 350-foot slashes in the reflecting pool, which is not only surrounded by cops but is literally under constant video surveillance– that I’m still seeing new clips on Bluesky five or six hours later. And nothing will change.

I’m exhausted. Everything is exhausting. A few minutes ago I did a quick search to find out the score of the France-Iraq match (it got rain delayed, and I’m watching Norway-Senegal instead) and one part of the screen told me the game wasn’t over yet and the score was 3-0 and another part of the screen told me the game was over and the final score was 1-0. AI is the dumbest fucking thing since the last dumbest fucking thing, and will be the dumbest fucking thing for about another three months when another dumbest fucking thing will take over. Mediocrity no longer occasionally gets rewarded; mediocrity is required for success nowadays. Earth has its first trillionaire since Mansa Musa and he is somehow still an unbearable loser. I hate this timeline and I want out of it.

Bah.

In which I invoke Dad Privilege

It’s my day, so if I wanna take it off, I’m gonna.

See y’all tomorrow.

How my Saturday went

Woke up at 6:30 in the morning, not because I wanted to.

Laid in bed and screwed around on my phone for a while, because to hell with getting out of bed that early on a Saturday.

Finished Kylie Lee Baker’s Japanese Gothic, which was fine, I suppose, but I don’t have a lot to say about it. I’ve read two of Baker’s books now and I feel like I bounce off of her a little bit for some reason that I can’t quite explain.

Finished a not-Lego build.

Watched the Netherlands absolutely demolish Sweden.

Went to the Leeper Park Art Fair. Bought art! I’ll post a picture once we’ve got it hung.

Did a really poor job at several online games that I’ve been playing lately.

And now I’m watching Ecuador play Curaçao, which just went into halftime tied.

Tomorrow my brother and his family are coming into town, so I need to spend the morning cleaning. A sensible person would have started today; I am not sensible.

How was your Saturday?

On this Juneteenth

Give this a watch. All of it. Well worth it, I promise you.

#REVIEW: The Radiant Dark, by Alexandra Oliva

I have reached a point where I am getting a truly absurd number of books every month through book box services of one stripe or another, and every time I think I’m going to get my shit together and cull one or two of them, I discover a book like The Radiant Dark, which was not on my radar in any way before it showed up and caught my interest via, in this case, my Aardvark box. Alexandra Oliva has written a couple of other books before this, but she’s new to me, and anything that can consistently feed me new authors that I like is going to continue to get my attention and my money.

The Radiant Dark is part alternate history, part science fiction, and part family saga; it starts in 1980, and at first I thought I had managed to pick up what feels like the third or fourth book in the last month or so featuring a struggling young mother with a baby and a useless husband. And, well, it is that, for a little while, but it doesn’t stay that way for long. Very early in, President Carter announces that a signal emanating from a specific region of outer space has been conclusively proven to have intelligent alien origins, from an unknown exoplanet approximately eleven light-years away. And because of the distances involved, any message that gets sent back is going to take eleven years for the aliens to receive, and 22 years minimum for Earth to receive any sort of response. The book isn’t solely concerned with the communications, of course, but there have to be time skips to keep it from being a thousand pages long. Oliva also has a defter hand with her characters than you might think at the beginning of the book, and the relationship between Carol, her son Michael, and her daughter Rosanna (called Ro for most of the book) is the emotional center of the book. Carol’s husband quickly becomes her ex-husband, but he’s a complex character in his own right, and while it seems clear who the hero and who the goat is early on, it gets muddled up nicely in the fashion of most dysfunctional families pretty quickly. Ro in particular has a very strained relationship with her mother, and she will eventually become a mother on her own. I genuinely feel like even if they hadn’t had the first contact/science fiction side of this book, it would be well worth reading just because of the way it explores the family dynamics.

Ro turns out to be a world-class astronomer, and is one of the first people to decipher the second message the aliens send us, 22 years after the original beacon. She is snatched out of her Ph.D program by a world-renowned scientist who wants to use the knowledge the aliens have sent us to start looking for other potentially habitable planets and, possibly, other intelligent life– although the aliens make it clear that all they have been able to find so far is us. She presents it as a generational effort, something that she doesn’t plan to survive to see the fruits of. By the time the book ends in the 2030s, humanity has colonized the Moon and sent people to Mars, so obviously there’s some divergence from our own history, as you well might expect.

I was not expecting to enjoy this nearly as much as I did, and this is the rare book that I will recommend because I find the characters so compelling. I like good character work, of course, but it’s rarely at the forefront of my reasons for liking a book, especially one so suited to my interests as a first-contact science fiction novel. But I think it’s best to read this as a family saga with a side dish of sci-fi rather than the other way around; if you go into this solely as a sci-fi person, I think you’ll come out disappointed. It’s not much of a spoiler to say that the aliens do show up eventually, but don’t read the book waiting for that reveal. That’s not the book Oliva wanted to write. Go in with your expectations calibrated appropriately, though, and you’ll end up with a read that I think stands a pretty good chance of showing up on my end of the year list. Check it out.

Time is meaningless

My schedule lately is messing with my head, and I don’t like it at all. There’s something deeply weird about it being 12:30 and being home from work for the day. Like, I’ll get home, eat some lunch, fiddle around on my phone, read a bit … and then look around and it’s only 2:30 somehow and my wife isn’t even home from work yet, and mentally my day is over, and then it just, like, starts over again somehow? I’m doing this weird thing where I’m somehow packing two days into every day, and as a result I continue to not have the vaguest idea what day of the week it is at any given time. I thought maybe it was just an artifact of my wife being out of town for a week, but it’s still going on on whatever day today is, so clearly it’s gonna stick around for a minute.

Meanwhile, the horror hell storm that we heard about for two straight days appears to have curved south, and so far my social media hasn’t filled up with videos of tornadoes, so hopefully that’s because there hasn’t actually been any destruction and not just that I haven’t heard about it. There was all kinds of chatter about losing tomorrow again because of power issues, but at least as of right now the northern part of the state appears to have been spared. We’ll see what happens. For all I know, the kids will stay home anyway. We’ll see, I guess.

Also, I just found out that this exists, and I’m experiencing Big Weird Feelings right now, so I’m gonna go.

In before the power goes out

We are expecting cataclysmic rain for the next couple of days, and I’m genuinely wondering if I’m about to get another power-outage day off from summer school. Tonight should be manageable, but Wednesday genuinely looks horrifying, and I’m not even in the part of the state that’s going to get hit the hardest, although I will be if the storm track shifts northward even just a little bit.

I spent— brace yourself— the entire afternoon watching the World Cup, and liveblogging the entire thing, so if such a thing might entertain you feel free to head over to my Bluesky account. In accordance with my entire life history, both of the teams I supported lost. I started off neutral on the Norway-Iraq match, but for some reason my allegiances shifted quickly once the match actually started.

Anyway, not a ton else going on right now. I finished Monika Kim’s Molka, and if you liked her first book you will like this one. Maybe not quite as much as The Eyes Are The Best Part— the book is essentially telling two stories at once and they don’t knit together as well as I’d like— but still pretty solid.