Cantina Quote o' the Week: Hermann Langbein

The concept of a leader, a furehr, must never be accepted.  Blind obedience to a leader can never be adopted as a defining identity.  Everyone must accept responsibility for whatever he does.  Even in critical situations.  This is something that still applies today.

Hermann Langbein

I was watching a documentary on Auschwitz or some such on the History Channel – I can’t remember what it was, alas.  I just remember having it on, nominally paying attention, and being pulled to full awareness by the quiet, intense voice of a very intense old man.  His words hit me like a thunderbolt.  So I paused the program and wrote them down.

Listening to the survivors of death camps like Auschwitz is harrowing.  But they are memories we must not forget, and words we must not only hear, but take to heart.  There are some pieces of history that must never be allowed to repeat themselves.  Not if it’s within our power to stop it.

Cantina Quote o' the Week: Hermann Langbein
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Los Links 4/15

Another week, another collection o’ superb posts.  Not that Yahoo wanted me to share them with you.  It ate my list o’ links.  Every single one. 

But it’s mostly back from the dead, and ready for perusing.

Big dust-up o’ the week: The Templeton Prize.  Those of you who like to keep religion away from science, and those of you who aren’t sure why the rest of us want to keep religion away from science, should have a look at the following:

Choice in Dying: Big Bucks, Big Splash, Small Puddle and The Betrayal of Reason.  Eric MacDonald unpacks the issues as only Eric MacDonald can.

Nick Cohen: Science has vanquished religion, but not its evils.  Absolutely no quarter given.  None deserved.

Why Evolution is True: The Guardian strikes back: Templeton and Rees are wonderful, Gnu Atheism is dead, in which Jerry Coyne takes a stick to some truly wretched pieces.

Japan‘s still in the news.  As it should be.

Georneys: On the Recent Japan Earthquake Sequence.  A guest post from Evelyn’s friend Jean-Arthur Olive.  The new quake also caused Evelyn and her dad to continue on with their series of interviews after they’d planned to stop – the latest is here.

Highly Allochthonous: Earthquake location matters, part eleventy.  In which Chris Rowan explains why location matters so very much.

Nature: Shake-up time for Japanese seismology.  A scathing indictment of outmoded methods of thought.

I’ve got a ton, I mean an absolute ton, of great Science fare.  Are you sitting comfortably?  Good.  Cuz you may be here a while.

Ars Technica: Evolutionary analysis shows languages obey few ordering rules.  This one surprised me.

Bad Astronomy: A half century of manned space exploration.  Read this if you want an exploration call-to-arms.

Aetiology: Margulis does it again.  In which it is explained why one person who once got it right gets everything so very wrong.

Why Evolution is True: Lynn Margulis disses evolution in Discover magazine, embarrasses both herself and the field.  Jerry Coyne piles on.

Not Exactly Rocket Science: Justice is served, but more so after lunch: how food-breaks sway the decisions of judges.  This worries me.  It should worry you.

Chileana: The Laws of Fieldwork.  Hi-larious!

Looking for Detachment: Salt from Bonneville Salt Flats and A Tale of Two Trips.  Gorgeous, delicious, very salty photos!

Glacial Till: Meteorite Monday: My first meteorite!  She’s a beauty. So cute!

UC Berkeley: Novel technique reveals how glaciers sculpted their valleys.  Fascinating stuff.

Oakland Geology: Mountain View Cemetery knocker, the big one.  Why, yes, there is some wonderful geology in cemetaries!

Agile: The scales of geoscience.  Like it from the first sentence: “Geoscientists’ brains are necessarily helicoptery.”

Smithsonian: When Did Girls Start Wearing Pink? Not when you’d think…

McSweeney’s Open Letters: Dear People Who Think They Have Found the Artifact that Will Change Archaeology As We Know It.  Just go.  Just read.  Don’t drink anything beforehand.

Scientific American: Rock stars from coastal California’s past.  Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes….

Dinosaur Tracking: Tracks of Giants Created Dino Death Traps.  No, seriously, they did.  I never knew that.

Julian’s Blog: Rockfall impacts from the Christchurch ‘Quake.  Reminded me of cars crushed in Oak Creek Canyon by falling boulders.  Sobering shite.

The Frontal Cortex: The Psychology of Architecture.  Excuse me, I’ve gotta go paint my walls blue.

Mind Matters: Why Johnny Can’t Name His Colors.  You’d be amazed…

Reading the Washington Landscape: Wallula Gap and John Mix Stanley.  Excellent post on a unique place.

Pharyngula: Paul Nelson takes a stab at Ontogenetic Depth again…which makes me go stab-stab-stabbity-stab.  No one can destroy a total idiot with science quite the way PZ can.

Highly Allochthonous: Backyard science: isotope hydrology style.  Mother and daughter science, absolutely beautiful stuff!

See?  Told ya I had a lot o’ science.  And that last link segues in rather nicely to Women’s Issues.  Oh, have we ever got issues, ladies.

Sylvia Ann Hewlett: Flaming Out and Fighting Back.  No tenure for women who wanna be mommies.

Deep Sea News: For my grandmother, who was born at the wrong time.  Think of this, the next time you meet a prickly old lady.

Pharyngula: Your body isn’t yours, it belongs to the conservative Christians.  PZ applies the smackdown to a lot of states trying to legislate away women’s autonomy.

Which leads rather nicely into this week’s Political junk.

NYT: Behind the Abortion War.  And if you don’t think there’s a war, you haven’t been paying attention.

Guardian: Why fiscal conservatives care about Planned Parenthood.  Sense is made of the senseless.

TPM: Conservative Defects From Anti-Gay Group, Now Supports Same-Sex Marriage.  This one actually warmed my heart and gave me hope for humanity.  Minds can be changed when good people speak out.

The Washington Monthly: Come for the Radicalism, Stay for the Fuzzy Math and We’re Not Supposed to Offer the Low-Wage Workforce for Foreign Companies.  This isn’t how America should be, people, but the Cons want it to be even worse.

After that, I think we need some Medicine.

NYT: Giving Doctors Orders.  On the importance of not being afraid to speak up if something’s wrong.

The Daily: Cheap Shot.  In which we learn that Andrew Wakefield, fraudster and fucktard, is pedaling deadly nonsense among the even more vulnerable.

Respectful Insolence: Yet another misleading alt-med cancer testimonial.  Here’s why you shouldn’t be impressed by “living proof” of woo.

On to Writing!

Women in Crime, Ink: The Publishing Industry Isn’t Always That Great.  If you’re still buying books published by Dorchester, stop it right now.

The Wellcome Trust: Take big, wonderful and startling ideas and make them comprehensible.  A good primer on science writing.

And, finally, a Miscellany.

Outside the Interzone: Heh.  This is northwest weather to a T.

Oatmeal: The 4 Seasons of Seattle Weather.  So is this.  Thanks, Helena!

Almost Diamonds: Skepticism Is a “How,” Not a “Who”.  And skeptics would do well not to forget it.

Brendan Riley: On Source Code and the ethics of the modern technological era.  Great discussion of morality, but spoilers.  You’ve been warned.

Right.  That should keep you lot busy for a few moments.

Los Links 4/15

Goalz: I Haz Dem

I can always rely on Nicole to ask the hard questions!

How about your long-term goals as a writer? 

Ye gods.

I’ve got plenty.  Enough work planned to keep me busy for the rest of my life, in fact.  Let me break them down a bit:

In fiction, I have a six-book series planned.  I’ve written considerable chunks here and there, but it’s huge and complex and requires a lot more worldbuilding and hard thinking before anything comes to fruition.  I’m hoping to have the first book completed within the next two or three years, but I’m not going to sacrifice quality for expediency.  The next couple of winter writing seasons are being dedicated to improving my fiction writing chops and fleshing out the universe I write in.  And then, write furiously until done.

After the series is done…. I have no idea if there will ever be more novels.  Possibly.  Maybe even probably.  I know there will be a few short story collections.

I just announced the geology ebook I’m planning to write over the next summer or two, which will be the first of at least two.  Wise Readers already know all about that book, so I’ll skip over it.  The second book shall be one of those lavishly-illustrated books along the lines of In Search of Ancient Oregon, visually.  In content, I’m planning to intersperse personal explorations of some of my favorite bits of Arizona and Pacific Northwest geology with sections on my favorite geobloggers and writers.  I haven’t got a timeline for that one yet – when it’s time, it will be written.  It’ll need a track record before it’s possible to publish.  Either that, or better ebook readers.

As far as the blog goes, I’m always hoping to improve as a blogger, build the readership, and keep the focus on science and writing with the occasional political rant thrown in.  It is what it is, and I shall leave it room to grow into whatever it needs to be.  It’s a community thing, this blog.  It’s what connects me with all of you, and even if I fail on every other front despite valiant effort, this blog will continue on.

Getting down into the weeds of the bidness: I used to believe I’d go the time-tested route.  Y’know, write the damned book to the best of my ability, find an agent, spend ages finding a publisher (if I could even get one to take me on).  Self-publishing was right out.  But times have changed.  Ebooks have taken off.  People are making it on their own.  The true measure of a book isn’t whether a publisher wants to publish it, but whether readers want to read it.  With the ebook revolution, it’s now possible to contemplate doing this all on my own and let the readers decide whether my books stand or fall.  They, in the end, are all that matters.

That’s part of the reason for writing the geology ebook: get me feet wet, learn the business and make my mistakes before I even dream of trying the same route with my novels.  I know fiction and non-fiction are different animals, but they’re both books.  The formatting, the marketing and so forth won’t be all that dissimilar.  The other thing about it is that I want to do it, and I want people to know I’m not just a one-trick pony.  This is a good way of doing that.

Someday, though, I will want to hold a physical copy of each and every book in my hands.  There’s print-on-demand for that, thankfully, and the potential of doing well enough as an indie that one of the publishing houses will make me an offer.  I’m not saying that will or won’t happen.  It all depends on how well I write and, after the writing is done, how well I do getting those books into hands that will read them.  But others have blazed that trail, so it’s not an impossible dream.  I can make it happen.

At the end of the day, I want to be a full-time, professional writer.  That’s the goal.  I want a series of books out there, both fiction and non, that change lives and inspire people.  That’s all I’ve ever wanted or needed.  I want to leave behind words that matter, that will resonate with people long after I’m gone.  I want to be one of the names that comes up when aspiring authors are asked who their inspirations were.  I want to do my wonderful, extraordinary characters justice.  And, if at all possible, I want to someday meet Neil Gaiman on somewhat equal footing.

It’s going to take a hell of a lot of effort and self-sacrifice.  It already has.  But it’s worth it.  There’s nothing in all the world I’d rather be than an author.  There’s no better thing I can do in this world than give people a sense of wonder and new eyes to see the world through.

But if you really want to know why I do this, I’ll just have to quote you Neil Gaiman:

We owe it to each other to tell stories….


Again.


Again.


Again.

Goalz: I Haz Dem

Living With Geology

John Van Hoesen of Geologic Musings in the Taconic Mountains asks a good question for this month’s Accretionary Wedge: “How much or what kind of ‘geology, have you incorporated into you home / living space?”

If I had my druthers, this house o’ mine would be slathered in stone.  Floors, counters, patio, all stone, of all sorts of varieties.  Sometimes, I stand in the aisles of Home Depot and just dream.  Travertine?  Slate?  Granite?  Gabbro?  Something more exotic?  I love it all.

However.  This is an apartment, and the complex might not take too kindly to me ripping various and sundry bits up and replacing them with a riot of rock.  So I’ve had to make do with hand samples.  They’re everywhere!

Mah not-so-grand entrance

If it’s flat, it’ll fit a rock.  That’s my philosophy.

Richmond Beach rocks

Here’s some lovely bits I collected from Richmond Beach, a sandstone sort of thing in a gorgeous mauve color.  You can see the old mudcracks.  I loves them!  There’s just something about an ordinary moment in time captured forever in stone that way.

Mah table

This is my constant companion, the table I sit by whilst writing.  On it, you’ll find some of my most-treasured treasures.  My spessartine garnet, my garnet schist, my carbonundum.  There’s some petrified wood, and odd unidentified bits I’ve picked up on walks along the area, including a chunk of what I’m nearly certain is marble.  Pretty pebbles, some beautiful pieces of local schist, all gathered from beaches.  A few polished stones from Arizona.  The hematite bracelet my mother got me for Christmas, which showed me she really had been listening to all my geobabble.  And a bit of limestone from Lord Hill.  Limestone’s rare around here, so I treasure it.

Zen garden.  Yes, I made the whole thing, including the building.  Look upon my works, ye mighty, and weep!

I love Zen gardens.  If I could have a yard, I’d have a Zen garden in it.  Have to content myself with Zen in miniature for the moment.  The dark rocks in it are bits of basalt picked up around my home in Flagstaff.  They’re from my childhood stomping grounds, so I treasure them.

Arizona Collection and extras

Here’s my rock collection from my Arizona trip.  You can read about the making of it in Arts and Cats I, II, and III, and a treatise on the finished product here.  Beside it, you’ll see some lovely bits of granite picked up in a Grand Coulee road cut.  Granite’s rare round there, so I treasure it.

You begin to see a theme, I’m sure.

On the other side, various bits and pieces picked up around beaches in the Olympics.  Just cuz.

Breakfast Bar

When I moved in here, I was a little overwhelmed by the white.  Decided early on I’d have to do something about that.  I began with some brown marble tiles from the Home Depot across the road, and rounded out with leftover bits of gabbro countertop that Lockwood kindly saved for me.  And atop those, some beauties gathered on adventures near Mount Rainier.

Richmond Beach collection

Okay, so I went a little nuts on the rock collecting at Richmond Beach.  Look, all sorts of awesome stuff had washed up on the beaches.  And there were endless delights in the railway embankment.  And when it comes to rocks, I haven’t got any willpower at all.

Oregon box

This is stuff I collected when out traveling with Lockwood last September.  I just haven’t got round to deciding where to put it yet.  But the dining table’s nearly empty….

Nightstand fountain

This is where it all began, this little fountain.  Nearly every rock on it is something special I bought: a bit of amethyst from Mount St. Helens, various baubles found in rock shops and gift shops around Seattle, Arizona, and other places.  Believe it or not, that tiny little fountain used to represent most of the rocks I owned.

Olympics collection
Closeup of the best sample

These were all collected during our trip to the Olympics.  Eventually, I’ll have them displayed properly.  They’ve got stories of subduction zones and orogenies to tell.  They’re the last thing I see before I go to sleep.  Well, other than my Lord of the Rings posters, anyway.  One of which has some really interesting fantasy geology in it…

Come back after this summer’s adventuring season, and I’m sure you’ll see plenty more.  Now you know why I’m afraid to ever move.  Between the books and the rocks, it’ll probably cost me a gajillion dollars.  But they’re worth it.

Living With Geology

Dana's Dojo: Native Speakers

Today in the Dojo:  How to get across the flavor of an accent without letting it overwhelm the story.

”The best dialect writers, by and large, are economical of their talents: They use the minimum, not the maximum, of deviation from the norm, thus sparing the reader as well as convincing him.”
      -E.B. White

Variety is the spice of life, and it’s rarely more spicy than when we’re talking.  The United States alone has hundreds of regional accents, not to mention the plethora of foreign accents, affected accents, group accents, fake accents, and accents for the sake of accents.  We writers have to take that into account when scribbling our immortal dialogue. The conundrum becomes, how does the author spice up the prose with accents without rendering it inedible?

I’m sure we’ve all had the experience of reading a book that has a brand-new arrival from overseas who miraculously speaks perfect American English, and gotten thoroughly annoyed by it.  Granted, a book isn’t like a movie, where Central Casting can choose a person able to ape the right accent (or, even better, find someone of the right origin who also happens to be a nifty actor) and then letting Nature take its course.  But still, you don’t like seeing Hajij, who has been portrayed as fresh from Pakistan, chatting with the main character like a California native.  And for that matter, California Natives probably shouldn’t talk like Native New Yorkers, either. 

We’re not going to address the political correctness aspect here.  It’s hard enough to faithfully render an accent without having to confront angry mobs of sensitive people as well.  I’m going to invoke the First Amendment and say that you’re free to render speech however you like.  Just have a bat near the door in case someone large and unpleasant with a heavy accent comes to discuss your choices with you.

You may be thinking, if I’m placing my prose and personal safety at risk, why even bother with accents?  Why not just render dialogue on good, plain English and let the reader fill in the blanks?

Flavor, that’s why.  If you want good, bland dialogue to keep the reader from getting distracted from the other textures and subtle seasonings in your story, fine.  But a well-rendered accent (or few dozen) is like a good condiment: it takes a tasty dish and makes it pop. 

So, let’s have a wander down the spice aisle and see what’s in stock.

All Kinds of Accents

There’s a lot of reliance on phonetic spelling among neophytes when they’re trying to get an accent across, but that doesn’t work for several reasons.  It’s barely intelligible, for one thing.  You don’t want your readers spending 90% of their reading time sounding things out, trying to figure out what they hell you’re saying.  And it doesn’t create the accent in the reader’s mind: face it.  This is prose.  You can’t faithfully reproduce audio in a visual medium.  What you need to do is suggest.

So let’s just browse the racks a bit here and see what’s available.  Then we’ll wander over to Dana “Julia Child” Hunter’s kitchen for a nice demo on using the ingredients to cook up flavorful dialogue.

You’ll notice first that there’s a billion choices as to types of accent.  We’ve got national: British, Spanish, Mexican, French, Arabian, Pakistani, Indian, Israeli, Chinese, Japanese… by now, you’ve got the idea.  Moving down the aisle, we see that within countries, we’ve got a plethora of regional accents.  Did you know that not all Canadians pronounce the classical Canadian oo for o?  Yup.  Somebody from British Columbia sounds a lot different than a bloke from Ottawa, and Quebec sounds like a whole other country all together (which they could end up being someday).  You’ve got your young vs. old accents, your goth vs. jock accents, mixed accents, pretended accents, accents caused by speech impediments, brain damage, and…  Let’s just say you’re never going to suffer from a lack of choice.

So what exactly is an accent anyway?  Part of it’s pronunciation – you say tuh-may-toe, I say toe-mah-toe, or tuh-may-tuh, for that matter.  My father, who is good ol’ farmboy stock from Indiana, puts an R in things that don’t deserve such treatment, like “worsh” for “wash” and “squorsh” for “squash”.  Let’s not even talk about talking about our nation’s capitol with him…  A broom is a broom is a broom, but if you’re from Boston, it’s a “brum.”  Ask Dave, who treated a coworker and myself to this immortal exchange:

“Hey, Tasha, could I borrow a brum?”

“A ‘brum,’ Dave?  What the hell’s a ‘brum’?”

“A brum, you know, you sweep the flah.”

“A flah, Dave?”

At which point, Dave turned a nice shade of heart-attack red and stomped out.  Tasha waited a few seconds for him to get out of earshot, burst out laughing, and said, “I’d better take him the broom so he can sweep his floor.”

But an accent’s not all in the pronunciation, and it would be follow for we as writers to rely on that alone.  Accent is also word choice and the way we organize words.  If I tell you I threw my Wellingtons into the boot, you can pretty much guarantee I’m from England.  If I tell you I threw my rubbers into the trunk, I’m either oversexed or I’m from one of those regions in the U.S. where you can still say “rubbers” instead of “boots” without getting very odd looks.

Brits might say “Don’t let’s fight,” whereas an American will say, “Let’s not fight.”  Somebody from Liverpool’s likely to say, “Not bleedin’ likely, guv,” while a Londoner’s more inclined toward, “That’s highly unlikely,” and an American’s take on the whole thing is “It’ll never happen.”  See how that works? 

Accent is also a matter of unique phrases, proverbs, and misunderstandings.  “Like killing snakes” may mean “Like, I had to take a shovel to this snake and totally smash it, dude.”  But it’s really a Welsh way of saying “really fucking busy.”  In the English-speaking world, we’re all pretty familiar with “kill two birds with one stone,” but a Turkish gentleman I heard in a  documentary renders it “with one stone you can shoot two birds.”  How’s that for local color?

Accent grows from a person’s native speech.  All of the rules of grammar they learned for their own language don’t go out the window when they learn English – they get tangled up with it.  Which is why you end up with dropped words, odd turns of phrase, and some very bizarre sentences.  Languages that aren’t as article-happy as ours end up with speakers who tend to leave out bits of proper English, especially when upset: “You crazy!”  And different words don’t translate perfectly, so you get my Mexican friend George’s favorite phrase: “Can you mind?”  By which, I’m almost certain, he means, “Can you believe it?” or alternately, “Can you understand?”

You’ve also got generation gaps.  People in ancient times didn’t talk just like modern Americans.  Hell, Americans didn’t talk like modern Americans ten years ago.  Accent is as much a matter of upbringing and attitude as anything else.  Some of us are still alive who remember when “Radical!” was the hippest thing to say.  Some of us are still alive who remember when calling somebody a “cat” was the pinnacle of cool.  So don’t forget that along with all your other purchases: you’ll need to pick as much for age as for location.

All of these things, and probably about a trillion other subtleties I’m missing, add up to one thing: a smorgasbord of spicy language.

That’s Cute, Dana.  But There’s No Such Thing as an Accent Aisle

You’re right, there’s not.  But it’s not impossible to find what you’re looking for.

If you’re going to pay the cable bill, get more out of it than brain death.  TV’s chock full of regional and national accents.  Keep your ears open while you’re watching the latest offerings on the boob tube – any program you watch, especially the documentary types, have real people with real accents jabbering away.  It’s how I learned that a Welsh accent sounds remarkably Irish (to my American ears), and got that Turkish gem of a butchered proverb I cited above.  Movies can help you there, too, especially those (like Monty Python) that are performed by native speakers rather than Americans aping foreign accents.

Since you’re online anyway, go surfing.  Need sayings and turns of phrase?  They’re there.  When I was writing my Welsh lady, I just typed “Welsh Proverbs” into a search engine and got a plethora of useful things to use. Things that she in fact uses to tweak the noses of the Americans she teaches.  You’ll find all kinds of websites run by native speakers translating their mother tongue gems into English (not always with proper grammar, which is even more useful for our purposes), and if you put out an SOS in a forum or on a social networking site, you’ll get plenty of folks willing to help you render their idiom faithfully.

Read books written by natives to the time and place you’re wanting to mimic.  I can get by in a range of British accents just from having read so many books by British authors.  I’ve picked up a variety of unique bits from authors such as Salman Rushdie, Amy Tan (who is native to the U.S., but renders her mother’s Chinese accent faithfully), various anonymous folk who scribbled assorted rants on scrap bits of stone and clay in ancient days…  All of it adds up to a flavor I couldn’t have gotten any other way, with the added benefit of already being translated into prose.

Listen to your friends, coworkers, kids’ friends, neighbors, folks at the next table… no, really listen to them.  America’s such a mutt society that you can find anything you’re looking for just by walking out your door.  We’ve got a little bit of everything around us.  In my lifetime, I’ve learned about a billion ways to say “sure” just by listening to the people around me.  Two that stand out: “Ja, you betcha” in Minnesota and “Ayot” in Maine, and I never even had to leave Arizona.  If you’re lucky enough to have a native speaker as a boon companion – or even just a casual acquaintance – just ask.  They’ll
probably be delighted to share their local color with you and correct your errors.

The intertoobz are full of audio snippets; there are even sites dedicated to preserving accents for posterity.  A little Google-fu will usually turn up what you need.  You may even be able to track down educational bits that teach actors how to ape accents.

Now that we’ve got bags full of the stuff, toddle along to Dana’s kitchen for a crash-course in whipping up some dialogue that kicks it up a notch.

Cooking it Up

Remember how I told you to stay away from phonetic spellings?  I meant it.  There’s more clever ways of getting an accent down on paper than misspelling all the words.  But there is a place for phonetics, so we shall come back to it at the end.

Speech patterns and word choice are the best means for getting the accent on paper.  Our society hears accents all day every day – usually you only need a few cues for the reader to imagine the accent you’re aiming for.  Let’s go back to an earlier example of mine: “Like, I had to take a shovel to this snake and totally smash it, dude.”  There’s nothing phonetically spelled.  No dropped letters.  But you still heard a California surfer there, didn’t you?

Now, try this on:

“You don’t think that young Bingo would have the immortal rind to try to get me into some other foul enterprise?”

“I should say that it was more than probable, sir.”

You’ve probably already figured out that we’re listening to a couple of Englishmen, one who’s young and not inclined to treat the Queen’s English with respect and reverence, and the other a servant who speaks with exquisite diction.  I don’t even have to tell you that this is an exchange between Bertie Wooster and his valet Jeeves in Carry On, Jeeves by P.G. Wodehouse, but I will anyway.

This is just a taste of what can be done with word choice and syntax alone.  Misplaced or improperly used contractions can also get the accent across.  Think Granny Weatherwax from Terry Pratchett’s Carpe Jugulum:  “There’s no grays, only whites that’s got grubby.”  Abused words, fractured sentences, and slang suggest all without needing to resort to spelling things all wonky.

Pay attention to substitute words.  The same words mean different things in different cultures, and you can suggest exactly where your character is from by those words.  Your New Englander (if I remember my regions right) probably won’t say soda – he wants a pop.  You won’t hear a Frenchman talking in yards and inches – it’ll be meters and centimeters.  If a Brit’s talking about the pavement, it doesn’t mean the road but the sidewalk.  Mews has nothing to do with what your kitten does when it’s hungry, but everything to do with where you park your car in London. 

Now we begin heading perilously close to misspelling territory, but it’s useful sometimes.  We’ll start with the simple one: dropped or substituted letters.  Observe:

“Although you’re inclined to forget your papervork, you get exasperated easily, you regret your own lack of education and distrust erudition in others, you are immensely proud of your city and you vonder if you may be a class traitor.”

This is Lady Margolotta, a vampire from Uberwald, speaking in Pratchett’s The Fifth Elephant.  You may notice she pronounces Ws as Vs, but you may not.  That’s because it doesn’t overwhelm.  The substituted letter is there to remind us that this lady has an accent we should recognize from really bad horror films.

If you drop a letter (such as g in ing), or substitute a letter, make sure you do it consistently for that character.  Lady Margolotta would not be the same if, in the next scene, she says, “I wonder where my shoes are?”

Some words have been misspelled so much and so often that they can be safely misspelled – they’re practically words all to themselves.  I’m thinking of things like “guv’nor” in British works, “gonna” in American.  They’re so common that the reader’s eyes barely pause as they’re scanning the dialogue, and that’s just what you want.

And now, we come to the point where I admit that yes, it’s sometimes okay to use phonetic spelling.  You may, like James Herriot in his Dog Stories, wish to preserve a unique accent in all its glory: “Well, ah know ‘im and he’s a gawp.  He’s a great gawp.  Knows everything and knows nowt.”  Or you may wish to show how incomprehensible some of the characters are to others, as in Terry Pratchett’s Carpe Jugulum, where one of the Nac Mac Feegle is expressing his opinion on the situation:  “Ach!  Bae, yon snae rikt speel, y’ol behennit!  Feggers!  Yon ken sweal boggin bludsuckers owl dhu tae-”  The reason these authors get away with it is because they keep most of their prose clean and legible, and often have another character translate when things are really comprehensible.

It’s also useful when characters are spoofing accents, such as in an exchange between characters Nicole once sent me:  “Oh, thankee, massa’, for your gen’rous he’p, massa’.  I could’na survived without you, suh.”  You can tell that one character is not overly impressed with the generosity of the other, indeed is offended, and is using a particular accent to get their displeasure across.

In the end, the real test is if readers can understand your rendering of the accents.  If it turns the dialogue incomprehensible or slows the reader to a crawl trying to decipher it, you could have way too much accent on the accent.  Remember that accents are merely a spice, not the main ingredient of the story.  Use them wisely, use them sparingly, and stay true to the spirit rather than the letter (unless, like Pratchett, your intent is to make the reader share other characters’ inability to understand a word these buggers are saying).  Let go of the need to make the reader hear exactly what you hear, and you’ll be able to serve up accented dialogue that will have them demanding seconds.

Dana's Dojo: Native Speakers

Local Geology Kicks Project's Arse

Confession: this post is mostly an excuse to post my super-awesome front loader and dump truck photo:

Check out the dirt-dumping action!

How awesome is that?  I’ve never had so much fun photographing a dump truck before.  Comes to that, I don’t think I’ve ever photographed a dump truck before.  But when Cujo and I were out walkies, looking for nice cherry blossoms, we passed by the site of this mysterious building project that’s been going on for half of forever.  Usually, it’s hidden behind walls, but the wall has come down, and the whole thing is revealed!  Also, there’s a sign we never noticed before:

Sooper-seekrit projeckt revealed!  Image credit Cujo.

Ah-ha!  ‘Tis a wastewater treatment facility.  And if you’ll direct your attention to the lower left of the photo, you’ll see there’s this tunnel they’re excavating that goes out to the Sound.  This tunnel is where the problems begin.

Cujo sent me this article in the Seattle Times that shows what happens when you drive a tunnel through gobs and oodles of glacial sediments: sinkholes.  And how.  Check this out:

Kenmore Sinkhole, image credit and copyright TunnelTalk

Allow me to direct your attention to a paragraph in the article describing that incident, from which the above photo was filched:

Neither the owner nor the contractor would discuss the focus of their investigations, but these will likely look at several possible causes, including the experience of the slurry machine operator with the closed slurry system making it difficult to judge the amount of material being excavated during a shove. Another possible cause might be the presence of a large boulder in the face that stalled penetration without slowing extraction of material and caused over-excavation. A third possibility is the meeting of high artesian water pressure and its influence on the excavation cycle. [emphasis added]

All of you geotypes are probably shouting, “Glacial erratic!” about now.  Seattle’s got lots, random boulders dropped by the Cordilleran Ice Sheet during its stay.  According to the articles I found, the tunnel-boring machine’s been encountering quite a bit of sandy soil, which it sometimes proceeds to remove too much of.  Not to mention running in to boulders.  Tunneling through all of that glacial outwash, till, and random erractics has got to be an absolute nightmare, and goes a long way toward explaining why the project’s run over on both time and money. 

TunnelTalk has a nice, simplified geologic cross-section showing what the excavators are dealing with here:

Image courtesy and copyright TunnelTalk

You’ll notice there’s not much clay it gets a chance to run through.  That means it’s grinding itself up against sand and gravel.  According to TunnelTalk, this means more frequent cutter replacements – only trying to get down there to replace a cutter when you’re not in a nice, stable bit of clay is difficult.  And then there’s the propensity for sinkholes.

This is something ordinary folk don’t usually think about when contemplating infrastructure, when they contemplate it at all.  But geology’s critical when it comes to deciding where and how you’re going to dig your tunnels things like wastewater lines.  We don’t have a lot of good choices here.  The bedrock’s down too deep in most places, the water table’s high, and glacial deposits are difficult to deal with.  Planners need to understand and deal with those issues so that the needs of the metropolis can be served.  And this is a good dry run for the gargantuan tunnel they want to replace the Alaskan Way Viaduct with: without this, they may not have been alerted to the true scope of the problems they’re going to face in sending a highway underground.

Oh, Seattle!  You are beautiful, but when it comes to infrastructure, you’re a right pain in the arse.

Local Geology Kicks Project's Arse

For Wise Readers Only (With a Little Something for the Rest)

Today is the day that I make an announcement: I’m writing a non-fiction book.

Still writing fiction, too, mind, but I’ve got this idea for a little geology book rattling around inside my skull, and the only way to extract it so I can have some peace and quiet round here is to actually write the damned thing.  I’ll be working on it through the summer, probably, and here and there as the mood takes me.  And you, my darlings, my joys, my beloved Wise Readers, get exclusive access.  The first bit of the introduction’s up at A Slight Risk of Insanity.  Go on over, kick the tires, examine the interior, make all those critical remarks you make when the used car salesman’s trying to tell you this is the bestest car in the entire universe.

Not a Wise Reader yet?  Not a problem!  Email me at dhunterauthor at yahoo dot com requesting to become one, and become one you shall.

For those who are just passing by, or have other reasons for not wanting to become Wise Readers (if it’s because you think you are Not Wise, I shall give you such a smack before I make you get your arse on the list), here’s a little something to take your breath away.

The Aurora from Terje Sorgjerd on Vimeo.

For Wise Readers Only (With a Little Something for the Rest)

Los Links 4/8

Okay, yes, I’m late.  Sorry and all that.  Look, if you’d met my Muse, you’d understand.

She’s waving the whip in a rather menacing manner, so I’d best get straight to it.  Big hoo-haw o’ the week: a podunk pastor in Florida burns a Koran, a bunch of fanatical morons in the Middle East decide it’s death to the infidel time, and some lackwits think the actual murderers aren’t to blame.  Well, quite a lot of people with their moral compass pointing actual north had something to say about that.

Pharyngula: Shades of Gray.  If you read no other link this week, read this one.  And think.

Why Evolution is True: Hoffmann coddles Islam, calls for Pastor Jones’s arrest.

Choice in Dying: How did Joe Hoffmann lose the Plot? Also, The Twilight Zone.  Few people can weigh in on moral issues like Eric MacDonald.

Christopher Hitchens: Cynicism by the Book.

Outside the Interzone: Absolutely.  Tack this one to your wall, and ponder it when you’re tempted to think in absolutes.

Lauryn Oates: Opinion: Blood of murdered UN staff on the hands of Afghan zealots, not American bigots.

And we should never forget that.

Didn’t read much on Japan this week, but this was haunting: Tsunami-hit towns forgot warnings from ancestors.  Let’s try not to forget that if folks went through all the effort to chisel tsunami warnings on stone posts, we should probably pay attention.  That wisdom was dearly won, and in one instance, saved a lot of lives.

Evelyn’s continued her interviews with her dad.  The most recent one’s here.  The two of them have done an outstanding job, and my shot glass is heartily tipped to them both.

Time for Science

Mountain Beltway: Tillite in outwash.  In which I learn Callan Bentley is an evil barstard, waving that gorgeous, odd rock around in front of people who’ll never get to hold it…

Jake Archibald: Homeopathy vs Science – a Metaphor.  Cracked me up, but it’s so damned true… and a brilliant demonstration of principle.

Neurotic Physiology: Friday Weird Science GUEST POST: Extra nipples – They’re just a matter of timing.  In which you will learn why, when I meet Brian Switek in real life, I’m demanding he take his shirt off – and there’s nothing kinky about it.

The Loom: The Human Lake.  Brilliant and beautiful!

Denisonian.com: Geosciences professor ‘erupts’ in blogosphere, calling out media hype, rallying volcano fans.  In which Erik Klemetti gets some well-deserved recognition.

Glacial Till: Thoughts on the Intel NW Science Fair, and Meteorite Monday: Ordinary Chondrites.  Not that there’s anything ordinary about them!  It’s so good to see Glacial Till blogging again, have I told you?

Not Exactly Rocket Science: Disordered environments promote stereotypes and discrimination.  Comes to that, I should probably clean my house soon…

Quest: Geological Outings Around the Bay: Alum Rock Park.  In which we learn it’s not alum, but that’s okay, because it’s brilliant geology anyway!

Highly Allochthonous: Why does the Red River of the North have so many floods?  Anne explains it all.  Sandbags are key, people.

And on to Politics.  Bleh.

Politicususa: Running From the Law: Trouble in Wisconsin for Republicans.  The only happy thought is that some day, the piper shall demand payment.  Make it so, my friends, make it so.

Paul Krugman: Ludicrous and Cruel.  I love the fact that Paul Krugman tells the brutal truth with brutal honesty.

A couple of Writing links this week.

A Brain Scientist’s Take on Writing: An Experimental Psychologist’s Take on Beta Reading Part I: Subject Pools.  This is going to be fascinating.

Io9: 10 of the most embarrassing racial and ethnic stereotypes in science fiction.  Hi-larious.  And rather sad.  But still, hilarious.

And, finally, stuff that ended up in the miscellany, but still deserves a good read.

Haddayr: On the dangers of the charity/pity model of illness and disability.  You will never look at a charity event the same way ever again.

WWdN: In Exile: I don’t feel safe. I feel violated, humiliated, and angry.  Wil Wheaton on the TSA, being groped, and what’s wrong with giving up bodily integrity for security theatre.

Right, then.  There’s the lot.  I’m off to slave away now before I end up severely injured by a construct of my imagination.  Coming, mistress!

Los Links 4/8

Because I'm Busy, That's Why

So you may have noticed the glaring absence of Los Links and the confusing appearance of our Cantina Quote o’ the Week a day early.  This is because I’ve been too busy at home to compile said links, and work had the indecency to be too busy for me to compile them there, and, well, busy is what it comes down to.

So I’ll attempt to have Los Links up tomorrow night.  I said attempt.

Because I'm Busy, That's Why