making the rounds

This past week I went to a meeting to hear people from the various arts administrations tell writers how to apply for assistance, called a grant but more like a lottery. I think TWUC - The Writers' Union of Canada - helped set it up,  because there was a (tiny) regional (Ontario)  meeting  before the class. I hadn't met any of the (young) writers attending but one face looked familiar, closer to my age - not that close!  I asked him his name and told him mine and yes, we were old-timers and had attended past AGMs.  So we sat together to listen to the arts pundits. I asked him about his writing: science fiction/fantasy. Oh yeah.  Good conversation.  

Well, he just happened to have copies of a recent (2016) book with him so I bought it and I've read it and enjoyed it. It's a collection of stories/events about a Jewish wizard who got too curious, learning more than he should have about forbidden knowledge and thus obligated to wander the world using his ill-gotten powers to do good deeds (mitzvoth), his only reward being room and board as return for doing whatever he is asked to do - whatever, and I mean whatever.  His only companion is his critical outspoken (by inner communication) horse, Melech. 

The stories are weird and funny and profound and unexpected, and very Jewish.  I'm from Winnipeg so I know a lot but not enough.  My only criticism would be that the book needs a glossary to tell me the meanings of the words I don't know and to explain the rituals I am not familiar with. I didn't mind, though. I loved the stories and the character, Eliezer-ben-Avraham. My dearest friend of longest standing  - still alive - lives in Winnipeg and she is Jewish. I'm going to send this book to her because I think she will enjoy it and I am going to thank my colleague for writing it.  

His name is Allan Weiss and he is a Jewish wizard!.t The book is titled Making the Rounds [2016, Edge Science Fiction and Fantasy Publishing, Calgary].

here a blog there a blog everywhere a blog blog

I have been ploughing through my Paper Desk writing cheques and notes, filing information, and constantly coming across blog ideas - clippings, tear sheets, scribbles, quotations, on and on and on (anon anon anon) - what you might call an embarrassment of riches, except right now it looks like an overwhelming load of ... stuff. So I'm going to try to do a quick summary of a few ideas I have come across. If anything triggers a response in you, then I know we are compatible, at least.

I found a line I wrote down:  "ride on the tailwinds of chance".  It made me think of two similar lines, both from songs: "ride on the wings of a dream" - from I don't know where. (sigh: I suppose I'll have to look it up.)  And "Ride on  the wheels of a dream."  I know that one: it's from the musical Ragtime, based on E.L. Doctorow's novel Ragtime.

 What is binocular vision?

What did Freud mean by "painlful unpleasure"?

Why Should Not Old Men Be Mad?

Why should not old men be mad?
Some have known a likely lad
That had a sound fly-fisher’s wrist
Turn to a drunken journalist;
A girl that knew all Dante once
Live to bear children to a dunce;
A Helen of social welfare dream,
Climb on a wagonette to scream.
Some think it a matter of course that chance
Should starve good men and bad advance,
That if their neighbours figured plain,
As though upon a lighted screen,
No single story would they find
Of an unbroken happy mind,
A finish worthy of the start.
Young men know nothing of this sort,
Observant old men know it well;
And when they know what old books tell
And that no better can be had,
Know why an old man should be mad.         

by William Butler Yeats
(1865-1939)

That's enough for tonight (it's the end of the day now). I'm going to bed.