This is an important day, and not just because of the ridiculous head wound I gave myself this morning.
Well, it’s about time I made my meager back catalog get to work, seeing how it’s done nothing since mid-2009. Yes, I’m chasing the Self-Publishing Dream and have put “The Right People” up on Amazon’s Kindle Store. You can buy it here for ninety-nine of your Yankee cents.
The process was a lot less painless than I thought it would be, though it now means my little story about the student body at Ronald Reagan High School has to fight its way through the brutal slush pile that is the Kindle Store, elbowing aside apocalyptic tales and vampire romances and all the other novellas about social networking, high school politics, and a closet full of Margaret Thatcher RealDolls. I have faith in Gene and G.R., though, and, hell, maybe this will get me to write the sequel, where the boys go to college. Hope you enjoy it.
Hello. My name is Adam Rakunas, and this is my website. You’re likely here because of my story, “Oh Give Me A Home,” just published in the July/August 2013 issue of The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. It was my first pro sale, and I was, how you say, stoked beyond belief. So stoked, in fact, that I overlooked one teeny-tiny bit in the last copy edits: the URL of my website.
Giro.com is the home of a company that makes fine bicycle and snow sport equipment, including a helmet that kept my friend Leo Dirac from fracturing his skull. If you’re in the market for gear to protect your head, I highly recommend them.
I don’t, however, have a blog there. I should have caught the error during editing. But now we’ve both had a little adventure, and maybe you’ve decided to get some new gloves or bike shoes as a result of your wandering. You can also read my first semi-pro sale “The Right People” over at Futurismic, a website that I hope will be up and running once its publisher finishes his graduate work; you can also buy “The Right People” for your Kindle (all proceeds go straight into my Universal Taco Fund, which I will use to buy all the tacos in the Universe).
What else do I have going on, writing-wise? Novels, man, novels. Short stories are tough for me, because, once I start writing, I usually have a hard time shutting up. I have two in the can, one of which I’m working on getting published the traditional way (and, yes, I know all about self-publishing, and, no, I’m not going down that route yet). Check this space for updates.
Right. Thank you for coming here. Feel free to poke around. I need to go get breakfast.
This will be brief because I’m pretty sure that you, the loyal members of my Korean fan club, won’t care. I just want to put it out there.
I just joined SFWA. I’m only an associate member, which means I get to read the forums but can’t vote for the Nebulas or for its officers (one day, baby, one day). I joined because I would like the organization that’s supposed to represent my interests as a writer (writing and getting paid for it, with a minimum of getting ripped off) not to be either a club for refugees from the Mad Men era of publishing or a platform for racist, sexist, homophobic dipshits. These are small things, I realize, but if I’m going to shell out some cash, I don’t think they’re unreasonable requests. Toward the former, I’m not sure what to contribute, but toward the latter, I’m following in Amal El-Mohtar’s footsteps and have just sent this email to Jim Fiscus, SFWA’s Western Representative, and the Board:
Dear Mr. Fiscus-
I am writing to you as my regional representative in SFWA, wishing to express my desire to see Theodore Beale (aka Vox Day) expelled from SFWA immediately under Article IV, Section 10 of the SFWA By-Laws.
I applaud the Board for quickly deleting the tweet relaying Mr. Beale’s attacks on N.K. Jemesin from the sfwaauthors Twitter feed and for removing his blog from the feed. However, as long as Mr. Beale remains a member, I believe he will continue to use SFWA as a platform for his racist, misogynist, and homophobic views, none of which have anything to do with the business of writing science fiction and fantasy. I urge you to please represent my views to the rest of the Board. Thank you.
I have no idea what will happen, but I hope the result means a SFWA that is professional, diverse, and welcoming. Like Star Trek, but without the bodysuits.
I love a book that kicks me in the head.
You know what I’m talking about: you open the first page, start reading, and some idea, some turn of phrase, something about the book rears back from the pages and smacks you in the skull, leaving you breathless and starry eyed and saying, “Oh, wow” for the next two hundred pages. It’s nice to have a comforting book, one that slowly pulls you in until you’re in way over your head, but, every now and then, I need the kick, and iD by Madeline Ashby is chock full of it.
(Disclosure: I have made buttons with Madeline’s words on them, much to our eventual consternation. I have hung out with Madeline. I would write all of this if I hadn’t, ’cause her work is so bloody good.)
iD is the sequel to vN, her debut novel about a self-replicating robot who eats her grandmother (complications ensue). If you dug Javier, Amy’s companion/foil/teacher/eventual partner, then you’re going to love iD, ’cause it’s all about him, where he came from, what he’s done, and where he’s going. There’s sex and violence and so many geek references that I had to stop myself from emailing her every time I came across one.
But that’s just the carbon skin over the aerogel muscle and diamond-lattice bone. iD cuts deep into questions of choice and free will and imperfection, and it hurts. Are the vN a reflection of humanity? Or are we the vN seen through a glass, darkly? How much of our own cultural and genetic programming drives our choices, makes us who we are? Would we be better off if we were nothing but a massive set of algorithms and processors? Can imperfect beings create perfect ones?
iD comes out late June, which means you’ll have enough time to get vN to prepare. Buy both. You’ll be glad you did. But wear a helmet. You’ll need it.
Hello. Do you live in Santa Monica? If so, please read. Note: there is potential for you to get delicious, delicious cookies.
I want to get this out here now, while the coffee is still working.
What do I want this city to be like in five years? In ten? In fifty? What do I want to change right now if I could, cost and public wishes be damned?
Let’s start big and absurd and work down from there.
If cost and public opinion were no object, I’d lower the streets by two stories. I’d pay for every construction crew in the continental US to come here, dig down down thirty feet, moving pipes, wiring, the whole kit and kaboodle. I’d make it so every garage in the city had elevators or ramps that shot straight down to this magical network of trenches. All streets that lead into Santa Monica will turn into tunnels, descending into the rich bowels of the earth. Then I’d make double-decker underground streets, with all of the wiring and piping easily accessible, and cover them up. Housing, ventilation units, pedestrian paths, bike tracks, and tram tracks will go into this newly liberated space. The miserable hulking parasitic devices known as automobiles will be banished to the underworld. Bam. Traffic circulation, housing shortages, and unemployment solved, all preserving the urban village feel that I and the city’s marketing department like.
Also, since I am Benevolent Dictator With An Infinite Budget, I close the airport, rip out the concrete, connect it with Clover Park, creating a massive public space for all to enjoy, including cyclocross racers, because fuck you Parks Department, we’re riding our bikes on your grass and you’ll like it.
Also, all future Downtown development proposals that are more than three stories high will result in both the architects and the developers thrown into stocks that I will set up at Wilshire and Ocean, where they will be mocked for their greed and hubris by the public, who will be able to pelt them with scale models of their monster buildings made out of sponge cake.
What else that’s impractical yet would be awesome? No more chain stores. Montana, Main Street, and Downtown become Special Economic Entrepreneur Zones, where people can set up their pop-up stores, restaurants, boutiques, whatever. They have a year to make a go at it, rent-free, and the ones that have the most cash and votes from the public get to stick around, though they’ll now a) have to pay rent, though they’d know that would happen when they first moved it and would have planned for it and b) have to make the citizens of Santa Monica shareholders in their business. It wouldn’t be a huge cut, and the shareholders wouldn’t have voting rights, but they could choose to collect their dividends or sign them over to the city’s Public Awesomeness Fund.
Hotel taxes are tripled, except during the Rose Bowl, when they are quintupled, because I’m sick of all these Wealthy Midwestern Alumni strolling around the farmers market, getting in the way of my winter produce. Same with AFM, too, because you’re keeping me from the butternut squash, you badge-wearing wank.
What else? Well, since I have infinite budget, I’m going to finally solve the county’s homeless problem by providing proper goddamn mental health for a start, right at St. John’s, because fuck you St. John’s for your parking idiocy. So, everyone sleeping on the streets gets fed into a fully funded, professionally staffed facility that will set them up with recovery, meds, counseling, job training, all that. And, if none of that works, if all they want to do is drink or get high, then they can live out the remainder of their days in wet housing, which I will build in Beverly Hills, because fuck you Beverly Hills.
There. Now that I have my outrageous ideas out of the way, here are the less outrageous ones that could be enacted this year that would make the city a better place. No, I don’t want your input, because you did not talk me out of drinking this cup of coffee this morning.
Traffic sucks because there is too much traffic. How do we reduce traffic? By making it expensive and annoying. If you don’t live in Santa Monica and can’t bring yourself to ride a bike or take the bus or aren’t excited about the Expo Line because you like driving yourself and only yourself in your car instead of taking the time to get to know your fellow workers and carpool with them despite their cultural/political/personal space differences, you’re going to pay for it. Non-residential congestion pricing starts yesterday, suckers. Closed circuit cameras go up at every intersection on Santa Monica’s borders, and they are aiming right at your license plates. Optical character recognition software reads the plate and checks it against a DMV list of residential car registrations. If you don’t live here, you’re paying for it. We’ll say $5 a day, $4 if you buy a day pass the night before, $3 if you buy a block of twenty weekdays every month. All that money goes into the city’s transportation fund, which will pay for infrastructure and the Big Blue Bus. There will be income exemptions based on tax returns, though if you try and use any accountancy tricks to weasel out of it, the city will bring the hammer down on your ass. The city can’t do anything about state and federal oil subsidies, but it can sure as shit making driving into Santa Monica more expensive than bussing, training, or riding.
All future development follows the LUCE, period. No DAs except for current development, and that’s only after passing strict EIRs that show any redevelopment won’t have a negative impact on pollution, traffic, or any quality-of-life issues. Yes, DAs allow for flexibility in the case of disaster (if the Big One hits and One Wilshire collapses, I think they should be allowed to rebuild their current structure), but that flexibility comes with costs. Land is expensive in Santa Monica, sure, but there’s no reason except greed for getting us to subsidize developers’ bottom lines.
We do like Zurich did with parking and instate parking maximums. We crank up the parking rates at every structure and parking meter in the city. All the cash goes to bike infrastructure and the Big Blue Bus. Santa Monica will become a car minimalist city. Car culture is dying, and I’d rather it evolve into something healthy instead of having Road Warrior death spasms. Car dealerships: gone. No more business licenses for you, because cars have no place in the next hundred years of Santa Monica or any healthy American city. Parking prices change to meet demand and go up because they’re too cheap and YOUR CAR SUCKS. Ride a goddamn bicycle, you complaining, hyphen-abusing idiots on Patch; you’ll probably all feel better. Same for you, Bill Bauer. YES, BILL, I’M USING YOUR NAME; SEND YOUR SOCK PUPPETS AND SHOUTY MAN AVATAR AT ME, I DON’T CARE BECAUSE I’M FITTER AND SEXIER THAN YOU ARE.
High speed internet for everyone, subsidized. (I’m finally getting tired and running out of steam, so deal with it. Spitballing and bullet points from now on. Shut up. COFFEE.) Free wifi everywhere except at the big hotels, because see points above. City staff, city council members, city commissioners all have to eat their own dog food on every idea they present, so no free parking, no taking over red curbs, you all take buses or ride bikes or carpool to the max (which I know some of the city staffers I’ve met do, and I think you guys are awesome. I just want everyone to do it). Personal trainers have to pay for licenses to use any parks or beaches for classes or clients; the citizens of Santa Monica don’t create that much wear-and-tear on the grass nor bring boom boxes or shouts to the parks, kids. You want to use the land, you pay for it.
We will have a goddamn Santa Monica Triathlon. It will be a sprint, and it will be on a Sunday, and it will be awesome.
Oy, up in five hours, what else…
Oh, no more door hangers for menus, businesses, or political whatevers. Any PACs that spend money on any Santa Monica elections have to disclose the source of every cent, including names and addresses. Candidates may only campaign during the month of September, and then they shut the hell up until the Saturday before Election Day, when they’re allowed one more reminder campaign day. SMRR has to disclose their leadership, their funding, everything, as do every other group in the city.
DOUBLE PARKING IN THE BIKE LANES GETS YOU FINED SO MUCH THAT YOU’LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN I’M TIRED OF SWERVING AROUND YOU LAZY ASSHOLES.
The library gets to hire however many librarians they want. No, I don’t know where the money comes from, but the library is awesome and it gets what it wants.
Okay, I’m finally exhausted. Cars and tall buildings suck. Santa Monica shouldn’t. I love you. Good night.