Thursday, December 31, 2020

Bonus Book! Master of the Five Magics

Happy New Year 2021! Here's one last entry for this crazy 2020. What better than a classic fantasy novel with a pop culture twist? More metaphysical thoughts can wait until January.

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Master of the Five Magics by Lyndon Hardy
Fantasy (1980* - 397 pp.)

Lyndon Hardy's Master of the Five Magics is a buried gem: first published by Del Rey in 1980, fallen out of print despite having a substantial following, only to finally see its second edition unearthed in 2016. Its hero, Alodar, is the son of disgraced nobles who proves himself in all five arts - thaumaturgy, alchemy, magic, sorcery, wizardry - to become the leading suitor to Queen Vendora. Unlike the trope of a quest being forced on a reluctant hero, Alodar is so proactive the other characters frequently attempt to stop him from achieving his goals for his own safety - but Alodar is determined.

Hardy's explanations of the five magics, what identifies and differentiates them, and how Alodar learns them, could be the subject of a trilogy.** Each of the book's first five parts is named after a magic art Alodar learns, until the final part, "The Archimage",*** which explains what Alodar has become by learning all of them. Only through using  the five magics, plus whatever other tools Alodar has at his disposal, can he repel a demonic invasion that comes closer and closer as the story advances. Hardy has broken down all six parts, 18th-century style, into chapters so short it is almost impossible to finish reading one without starting the next. 

The maxims of the magics are reflections of the difficulty Alodar has learning them. For example, when Cedric the Warmaster challenges Alodar to reproduce an alchemical potion, Alodar explains that "Using exactly the same ingredients in the same formulas does not necessarily produce identical results". (102) Sorcery's emphasis on removing the mind from the body is invaluable in a way other genres, like science fiction or any genre involving mysticism, would involve without any attempt at magic. Through the clues Alodar receives, in the form of a magic script, orbs and an artifact, he progresses through these lessons, much like a gentleman scientist learning sequentially more difficult areas of math.

The language in Master of the Five Magics is intentionally archaic, making the book surprisingly difficult to read at times yet in a way that fits the story perfectly. As Alodar finds understanding of the story his life tells, the reads finds understanding of the story Hardy writes. A line like "Thinking more rapidly than he thought possible, he worked the equations to produce four non-equivalent variations" (212) explains the workings of magic (including magic squares) well, but is tiring to read after a while. This is in stark contrast to the action scenes, which Hardy zips like an action movie, making me wish this were a movie. In "The Thaumaturge", Alodar and Aeriel have to escape a ruined castle: "Alodar's muscles tensed. His breathing turned to shallow gasps. Run, run, take the only chance that you have, his body said." (65) This may not seem like the most heroic passage, but much of the book consists of Alodar being humbled into greatness. Once Alodar has learned all five magics, he must battle demons: "Lightning flashed. Deafening thunder cracked through the air. As Handar reached Alodar's side, a cloudlet formed over the blaze." (317) Then there is the final battle, which is the highlight of the book, but who would dare spoil that?

Master of the Five Magics' enduring influence on pop culture extended into the '90s. In 1990, Megadeth released "Five Magics", a song blatantly based on the book, with certain changes made as artistically warranted:


In addition to this song, which made the rounds on my teenage-era CD players too many times to count, there's the enduring influence on Magic: the Gathering. Richard Garfield repeatedly cited Hardy as the inspiration for having five colours of mana, five different magics, in Magic. That paradigm has persisted to this day. You can see the colour wheel, of five different colours (magics), on every single card:




The lag in securing the second edition is one of the book's faults. Hardy had to self-publish it; I do not know who his editor was, but there are a few typographical errors (e.g.: "Aeriel" clearly autocorrected to "Aerial") and the Wikipedia links in the glossary are islands. The Times New Roman text reads like it came straight from Microsoft Word. The cover has a basic Microsoft Word font on it. By contrast, the cover of the first edition looks like what Master of the Five Magics is: the dawn of the classic '80s fantasy novel. On the plus side, the back matter contains an interview with Hardy in which he explains his thought process behind the creation of the laws of the magic, a novel concept for the time. It's like listening to a Venom album: while the source material is good, you know the best was yet to come.

Now for a lyric from "Five Magics" that may sum up Master of the Five Magics without spoiling it:

Magic if you please
Master all of these
Bring him to his knees

Ease of Reading: 6
Educational Content: 2




*I am reviewing the 2016 edition, but the original release date remains important considering the influence the book had.

**There were two later books with different characters and the same magic system, but they are largely forgotten. The point is that the subject matter of Master of the Five Magics could have easily filled three books.

***In order:
"The Thaumaturge" 
"The Alchemist" 
"The Magician" 
"The Sorcerer" 
"The Wizard" 
"The Archimage" 

Friday, December 25, 2020

Merry Christmas 2020 with an Album to Show!

Merry Christmas 2020!

It's been a trying year, but here are a few of Toronto's greatest shots, all courtesy of me: https://myalbum.com/album/4ACpSvxmseGY


Arguably the most iconic. Casa Loma on March 5, 2020, less than two weeks before the city would see an unprecedented lockdown.

Which is your favourite picture?

Thursday, December 10, 2020

December's Book: 4 3 2 1

4 3 2 1 by Paul Auster
Fantasy (2017 - 866 pp.)

Astoundingly, 4 3 2 1 is the first novel by Paul Auster I've discussed on this blog, and the first of his I've read in fifteen years. After being assigned his fantastic 1987 dystopian novel In the Country of Last Things as an undergraduate English student in 2005, and recommending it ever since, I somehow managed to evade the rest of his lengthy literary career until now. Why, I have no idea. Whereas In the Country of Last Things reminds me of 1984 and Brave New World, 4 3 2 1 reads more like Barney's Version. For an author to have that breadth of writing, from the chillingly dark to the heartwarmingly hilarious, is almost unheard of.

4 3 2 1 begins on Ellis Island, as so many stories of American immigrant families do. Auster's invented family, ex-Russian-Empire Jews who eventually land in New York City and New Jersey, resemble so many other families of the first half of the twentieth century... until Archie Ferguson* comes along. From that point, 4 3 2 1 follows four different paths Archie's life could have taken, from his birth on March 3, 1947** until the dawn of the 1970s. From a topsy-turvy childhood in the 1950s, to growing into LBJ/Vietnam-era political activism in the 1960s, Archie develops as a writer and student, sometime lover of various people,*** and conflicted family member, in four distinctly different ways.

Slotting 4 3 2 1 into a genre is of considerable difficulty. If you accept that there is some sort of multiverse theory at work, it is arguably science fiction. If you handwave the reasoning behind the different lives, it can be Night Circus-style low fantasy. If you truly do not care why Archie has these four storylines but simply enjoy Auster's sharp sense of humour, 4 3 2 1 is pure comedy.

Archie's timelines go back to the age-old question we all ask at various points in our lives: if I had made an important life decision differently, who would I be now? Archie's circumstances and decisions change drastically, from whether Amy Schneiderman is his girlfriend, his friend, or neither; which school he attends (Princeton or Columbia: not a bad set of options!); or even something as monumental as the duration of his young life. As I have explained using a decision tree, this is an insightful way to craft a character, seeing through the eyes of who that person could have become at any given time. Auster dumps four of those stories on the table, providing the hook for 4 3 2 1, making the reader think back to so many important life events. Like many a New York City-based writer, Archie never becomes a Republican: is this real life writing the plot?

4 3 2 1's best scenes are dramatic, comedic, or both. Auster packs 47 years of Ferguson family history/lore into the introduction, (1-29) which comprises the first 3.35% of the book; some of 4 3 2 1's most charming moments, all squashed together. Auster's description of a young Archie braving a rainstorm at Camp Paradise is one of the best uses of pathetic fallacy - a lightning strike - I have read in recent years. (184) Archie's early literary forays are described in detail, some with excerpts, such as the cute "Sole Mates", but the most all-encompassing is "Right, Left, or Straight Ahead?" (492) In that story, the protagonist Lazlo Flute takes three different paths at a key crossroad, much like Archie does in 4 3 2 1, much like Archie's writing (he's always a writer) is so drastically different in his four storylines. On a less introspective note, college humour takes the form of Archie and his roommate creating fictional character tennis matches, which, naturally, descends into a Dick Diver joke, (586) as 1930s fiction wasn't that old in the late '60s.

For all its emotional directions, 4 3 2 1 drags. It clocks in at an estimated 320,885 words, making it approximately thrice the length of a typical book in its genre. Its 866 pages move quickly, but Archie's girlfriends in different timelines often blur together, making the reader pause to wonder whether all their lovers from ages 19-22 were really just different varieties of student. When the storylines share common events, notably the political tumult of the 1960s, two of those storylines become almost interchangeable.^ Then there is the interminable obsession with sex: I don't recall my teens and early twenties being dominated by sexual thoughts, so is this simply how Archie sees himself? Lastly, the ending is unsatisfying, which after that much inkshed^^ feels as though the reader is being robbed. Without spoiling the book, the ending is abrupt, at an age when Archie's story is just beginning, and contains a "gotcha!" moment that arguably changes the book's genre.

How would I finish this entry? Ikh hob fargessen!^^^

Ease of Reading: 6
Educational Content: 2






*They are Jewish and their last name is Ferguson. This is explained in detail in the book.

**Paul Auster was born on February 3, 1947. The vividness of the current events discussion in 4 3 2 1 lends credence to the idea that, even if the book isn't semi-autobiographical, Auster was very much inspired by the events of his youth.

***Exactly who Archie loves depends on the storyline.

^I am not alone in this observation. On Goodreads, one reader went so far as to use four different-coloured Post-It notes for the four storylines.

^^Like bloodshed but with ink.

^^^When you read the first page of 4 3 2 1, you will understand this reference.

Thursday, November 19, 2020

Bonus Book! A Clockwork Orange

A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
Social Criticism (1962 - 141 pp.)

A Clockwork Orange is one of the many 20th-century classics I failed to pounce on as a reader until far too late. In A Clockwork Orange, Alex, the protagonist and narrator, navigates a Sovietized dystopian England in the book's present day (c. 1962), committing murder, rape, assault, and getting into gang wars before being locked up, treated by experimental psychiatry, and then released back into a world he no longer understands. The lack of reform Alex understands is evident in how casually he narrates these jarring events.

Alex's disconnect from any sort of political history, heritage or tradition marks him as clearly living in the now. Despite living in England, he refers to "Victoria flatblock after some victory or other", (43) apparently unaware of Queen Victoria or of any of the United Kingdom's great victories over the centuries. It is not as though Alex is completely uneducated, as he is a budding classical music expert. Crystallography, an unnamed subject of study, is lost to the sands of time due to "a poisonous young swine" destroying all the books. (107) The "F. Alexander" who writes the intra-novel book "A Clockwork Orange" is probably Alex, although this is never confirmed, and Alex refers to a different characters as its author; even so, the book is something that only exists in Alex's recounting of his age 15-19 years.* Alex plainly has no future, even at the end of the book, even after his release from his prison, when the staff list a number of jobs Alex can perform but he shows little interest in them. Equally so, Alex has no past. None of Alex's childhood prior to the start of the book is ever revealed.

The book's locations are bright in my eyes. The Duke of New York is only one word off from a restaurant/pub/bar where I used to attend events in the halcyon pre-COVID days. The Korova milk bar takes a mainstay of communist-era Poland, the milk bar, and transplants it into a dingy, gritty, impoverished England. Alex's frequent returns to these places, inevitably in search of liquid (brandy and milk, respectively - he never orders food), make him see the world through alcohol and milk. In one of Alex's more frightening pre-prison episodes, he serves Scotch to ten-year-old girls (and that's just the beginning). The night before this episode, when Alex returns home to his mother's refreshingly unadulterated glass of milk, Alex recites one of the great one-liners of the whole book: "How wicked, my brothers, innocent milk must always seem to me now." (26) Whether this one-liner is Alex's commentary on the altered state of his life, ominous foreshadowing, or both, the "always" carries forward right to end of Alex's story.

Usually, a 141-page book that flows conversationally and reads as quickly as an airport novel would be a very easy read. In A Clockwork Orange's case, what makes the book difficult to read is part of its charm: Alex's constant use of Anglo-Slavic slang. The first time you read a phrase like "there was no need from the point of view of crasting some more pretty polly to tolchock some old veck in and alley and viddy him swim in his blood while we counted the takings and divided by four, nor to do the ultra-violent on some shivering starry grey-haired ptitsa in a shop and go smecking off with the till's guts", (3) it is virtually incomprehensible, but Alex's linguistic foibles are quickly absorbed. Alex's countercultural way of speech is subverted near the end of the book, when Georgina says Alex "talks funny" while giggling; Pete informs her that is really how he and Alex used to talk. (138) Similarly, Dim reminds Alex that he "was young", emphasizing the past tense. (110) By the end of the book, Dim is a police officer, Alex is unemployed, and, mysteriously, Alex is also a father. Is all the slang, and by continuation Alex's attitude, swept away by the simple process of growing up?

Ease of Reading: 4
Educational Content: 3



*For another example of an intra-novel book having the same title as the book it's in, see Philip K. Dick's The Man in the High Castle, coincidentally also released in 1962.

Wednesday, November 11, 2020

November's Book: Fire and Blood

Fire & Blood by George R.R. Martin
Fantasy (2018 - 711 pp.)

Finally, after almost nine years, the world of A Game of Thrones comes to this blog.

Fire & Blood is the prequel* to George R.R. Martin's smash hit A Song of Ice and Fire series. Over a roughly 142-year span, an unnamed chronicler** tells a series of roughly chronological stories centering on the Targaryen monarchy. their dragons, their wars, their pinnacles and their nadirs. The chronicler discusses numerous fabricated sources, analogous to The Navidson Record in Mark Danielewski's classic horror novel House of Leaves; from the somber Septon Eustace to the bawdy Mushroom, they make entertaining additions to what otherwise could have been an encyclopedia.

The chronicle format drags the reader right into the action, blazing through Aegon's Conquest and family before listing off the greatest, cruelest and worst kings of the early Targaryens. Aegon I, astride his famed dragon Balerion, flanked by his sister-wives Visenya and Rhaenys, establishes Targaryen dominance over the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros.^ Maegor the Cruel is a truly formidable character, creating enemies all over Westeros who, nonetheless, never seem able to take him down. Jaehaerys I is arguably the main character of the book, having the longest and most prosperous rule; he is a favourite of mine due to his role as conciliator between various warring parties, a role I play whenever I can. Viserys I oversees the greatest proliferation of dragons in Westerosi Targaryen history, yet is unmotivated to mend the rips sprouting in his family. Prince Aemond is a prodigy-level dragonrider who enters multiple duels on dragonback and wins most of them. Princess Aerea's turn riding Balerion ends far less romantically.

Ancestors of the characters in A Game of Thrones make varying levels of cameo, often in surprising ways. The second most powerful house of Westeros is Velaryon, a house unseen in the sequential books. Starks make brief appearances, Lannisters slightly longer ones. What amazed me, though, was the nearly unbroken hundred-year span of the Baratheons serving the Targaryens as faithful allies. This especially put the events of Robert's Rebellion into greater context for me, as the rebel propagandists of A Game of Thrones make their side out to be a sworn adversary of the Targaryens. Maybe not so much...

As a general rule, the more swashbuckling a character or scene is in Fire & Blood, the more I like it. Although Martin does a great job of introducing characters like Rego Draz, the hated-but-effective Master of Coin, and does well to show how financially strained King's Landing often gets, Martin is at his best when someone is swinging a sword. Less convincing scenes include the various brothels and pleasure gardens, each of which could be any of the others, and the endless proliferation of younger siblings who no doubt end up dying in some gruesome way or another.

Martin's writing is extremely accessible, yet Fire & Blood lags when Martin introduces tidal waves of characters, sometimes to only appear in one paragraph. While it is commendable in-world that the chronicler can relate all this information, it is hopelessly confusing after a while. Worst of all, the reader cannot use Martin's dramatis personae at the back of the book to any real effect, as some of the greatest suspense comes from not knowing who will win the throne during one of many succession crises. Looking up the characters would spoil major plot points. I did double takes whenever characters had suspiciously normal-sounding names; after so many pages of characters like Visenya Targaryen, encountering characters with names like Tyler Hill or Sara Snow was jarring.

Fire & Blood is sold on the cover as showing "300 Years Before A Game of Thrones, Dragons Ruled Westeros". Naively, I assumed Fire & Blood would cover all 300 years. Instead, it covers Westeros from Aegon's Conquest up until the end of the Dance of Dragons, a bloody intra-Targaryen civil war that makes the War of the Five Kings look like a picnic by comparison. I reached the end wanting more. Compounding this shortage is the inconsistent pacing. The first 128 years of the book (1-128) take place from pages 1-390. The next fourteen years (129-142) take places from pages 391-711. What had moved at a fast clip suddenly turned into a book that was effectively about the Dance of Dragons. I liked the faster style of the first half, although the second half was interesting as well, especially the Daemon/Aemond dragon duel.

Fire & Blood is a fun read, but it is for readers who have already read the five sequential books so far. One also has to wonder why all this energy wasn't put into The Winds of Winter.^^

Ease of Reading: 7
Educational Content: 1





*Fire & Blood takes 300-158 years before A Game of Thrones. There could quite easily be a second prequel as well.

**This is the only spoiler I'll give. I thought the revelation of the chronicler's identity would be a major plot point. Whose house was this chronicler's? What motivation did the chronicler have for telling this story? Was the chronicler a Targaryen... or perhaps from a rival house, like a Stark or a Lannister? Sadly, the chronicler's identity is never revealed.

On the topic of spoilers, this is one of my extremely rare entries with essentially no pinpoint citations. Fire & Blood is so plot-packed, almost any citation feels like a spoiler.

^Except Dorne, of course. The book's numerous Dornish Wars are testament's to Dorne's ongoing independence.

^^I've ranted on Quora about the unreasonable delay of The Winds of Winter. Martin had the opportunity of a lifetime to release a new book while the HBO show was still in its run. Other than the basically coincidental release of A Dance with Dragons two months after the show's premiere, Martin did not release a sequential book during the show's run. Opportunity wasted?

Saturday, November 7, 2020

Alice in Chains self-titled turns 25!

On November 7, 1995, Alice in Chains released Alice in Chains, their first full-length studio album* to hit #1 on the Billboard charts. They didn't tour for the album, in part due to singer Layne Staley's health issues, but the album flew off the shelves, often into the hands of fans who had purchased their previous albums Facelift (1990, #42) and Dirt (1992, #6). 

Alice in Chains turns 25 today.

You can listen to the full album here:


Singles include "Grind", "Heaven Beside You", and "Again". Other notable tracks include "Sludge Factory", "Head Creeps", "Frogs" and "Over Now". It's a 5-star album.

Recent years have seen a flood of Alice in Chains-related anniversaries. This year is also the 30th anniversary of Facelift, which the band has commemorated by releasing a 30th-anniversary edition, complete with special T-shirts.** There's also a "30 Days of Facelift" preceding this coming Friday's release. Earlier this year, Consequence of Sound noted the 26th anniversary of the band's 1994 EP Jar of Flies. The 2010s saw similar anniversaries, including the 25th anniversary of Dirt in 2017, the 27th anniversary of Dirt in 2019, and, curiously, the 24th anniversary of Alice in Chains last year.

I haven't seen any 25th anniversary tributes for Alice in Chains yet, so let there be at least one, no matter what the music sites of the world say (or fail to say).

Layne Staley performing live in support of Dirt in 1993. Image by Shutterstock. I would have taken a picture and posted it myself, as my photography appears in various places on this blog, but I was either five or six at the time. There was no official Alice in Chains tour, so those pictures don't exist.







*Their 1994 EP Jar of Flies hit #1. Despite its 31-minute run time (longer than Slayer's Reign in Blood, for comparison's sake), Jar of Flies was not considered a full-length album.

**Strange personal anecdote: I only own one Alice in Chains T-shirt. I bought it in Krakow, Poland, of all places. It's an extra large, yet it fits me perfectly despite the fact that I'm a medium. It has the Layne Staley-drawn sun logo from Dirt on it.

Friday, November 6, 2020

The Quilliad Issue 12: containing my horror story "Wound Salter"

The Quilliad, a Toronto-based magazine featuring emerging and established artists, has just released its 12th issue.

Among other great artists, Issue 12 features my short story "Wound Salter", in which a hopelessly doomed young woman enters into a pact with a mysterious being in 1920s Toronto. In a castle keep, the lights shine bright over the darkness outside while the Wound Salter holds his grisly court.



Monday, October 26, 2020

October's Book: From the Ashes

From the Ashes by Jesse Thistle
Autobiography (2019 - 347 pp.)

In From the Ashes, Jesse Thistle chronicles his life to date, from a troubled childhood to homelessness as a young adult, before attending university and then becoming a professor at York University. The book is entirely in first person, written by Thistle, interspersed with pictures of him, his family, and any other people of note. I read this book as part of the University of Alberta Alumni Book Club.

From the Ashes opens in medias res, in prison, with a devastating assault, possibly murder, on an inmate. (3-4) This is one of the most exciting prologues I've read in a while, and it frames Thistle's story perfectly: difficulty surviving. The prison assault has an American History X feel to it. If it were included chronologically like the rest of the story, it would likely fit into "Solitary Confinement". (252) From there, Thistle goes all the way back to his first memories, where his life begins.

From the Ashes is split into four parts:
  1. Lost and Alone (1979-1987)
  2. Falling Apart (1988-1996)
  3. The Stolen Streets (1998-2007)
  4. Reconciliation (2008-2017)
Each part is divided into a number of smaller chapters, ranging anywhere from 2-10 pages, which makes From the Ashes an incredibly fast read. There is rarely a time when the reader simply does not have time to read more chapter. This process snowballs into reading entire parts in one go. "Lost and Alone" covers Thistle's childhood, starting when he lives alternately with each of his divorced parents, then briefly in foster care, then with his grandparents. "Falling Apart" covers the period when Thistle goes from being a troubled but manageable child to developing anger, mental health and addiction issues. "The Stolen Streets" covers Thistle's young adulthood, on-again off-again homelessness, gruesome leg injury, and imprisonment. "Reconciliation" covers his ascent from these problems to life as a professor. The only thing really missing from From the Ashes is Thistle's work as a doctoral student, which would have been a fascinating read after reading all the rest.

Thistle is the narrator and the protagonist, which binds the reader to him, but he is careful never to present himself as a proverbial "good guy"Thistle commits his first violent crime as an early teenager, when he robs a boy named Ivan in twilight on the boy's front yard; it is one of Thistle's cruelest moments, and it is astonishing he was never reported and arrested for it. (110) Thistle relays his extensive use of welfare fraud schemes during an unrelated criminal trial, (see below) which he describes in vivid detail.* (204) 

Nonetheless, a litany of horrors is thrown in Thistle's face, none of which are entirely his fault. His first exposure to heroin use was stumbling upon his father, in "Hornet", injecting in the bathroom. His father describes the needle as a hornet in the skin, which contains medicine that would be harmful to Thistle. (22) This statement comes very true as the book goes on. In a sober moment, Thistle takes temporary employment in manual labour jobs in Vancouver, some of which never pay even when he does the work. In the worst case, Jesse's reaction was one that would later become horror: "'What's asbestos?' I asked. 'Nobody told me.'" (163) Thistle accidentally meets the two murderers of Baljinder Singh Rai, the Greater Toronto Area's first murder of 2000. The murderers attempt to use him as an unwitting accomplice, which leads to him testifying against himself (on the welfare fraud-related matters mentioned above) in open court. (197) Although Thistle's brothers become successful, including the irony of one becoming an RCMP officer despite the Thistle family's history of criminality, Thistle ends up in situations that either lead him to abuse or lead him to be abused. The scene in which Thistle's father has all three preschool-aged sons, including Thistle, help him rob a convenience store has the unfortunate distinction of being both. (23-26)

One of the main messages of From the Ashes is the importance of not getting in your own way. Thistle loses his girlfriend Karen, who he met when she brought blueberry muffins to a house party, (139) by cheating on her. Thistle's blackout in a nightclub, which happens while he is accompanied by a mysterious man named Rex whose relationship to Thistle is unmentioned and who is unmentioned anywhere else in the book, occurs due to his self-described lack of awareness. (169-173)

Thistle's leg injury, which bothers him to this day (or at least to the time of the book's publication), happens due to his unaided attempt to scale his brother's wall, "like Spider-Man". Thistle was locked out of the apartment building during a fight with his brother and his then-girlfriend. Thistle's lines describing the event are very poetic, although I am sure he would have preferred to not be writing them from first-hand experience:
People who say your life flashes before you when you’re about to die are full of shit. What does happen is your world slows down—seconds feel like hours, the sounds all around become clearer, colours and lights become so bright you can see everything—every bug and creepy-crawly thing in existence. (232)
As the book goes on, a diametric opposition emerges between Thistle's interactions with public authorities and his increasing ability to set his own goals. The near-constant presence of government in Thistle's life, from the Children's Aid workers who take him away from his father at the start of the book to the police officers who arrest him to the prison system that holds him during his 20s, is a nod to the ever-presence of government in Thistle's life. It is when Thistle is recovering from his various drug addictions that he notices just how institutionalized his life has become: “Those cinder blocks seemed to follow me wherever I went—the ones found in jails, mental institutions, probation offices, hospitals, detox centres, detention centres, shelters, Sally Anns, welfare offices, court holding cells, police bullpens.” (295) All of the institutions Thistle mentions here, other than the Salvation Army and some of the shelters, are run by governments.

Arguably the greatest line in From the Ashes is when Thistle sets out how he is going to escape this centrifuge of despair: by setting small, incremental goals. This is how Thistle ultimately overcomes his difficulties with systems like university applications, moving toward becoming the professor he is today:
I’d literally set one- or two-minute goals—If I can just make it to the next minute, I thought, then I might have a chance to live; I might have a chance to be something more than just a struggling crackhead. (313)
The first line above is one of the lines I most identified with in From the Ashes, primarily because I have a noted history of running and I am an Orangetheory Fitness member. When you run, each 0.1 of a mile (or kilometre) motivates you toward the finish line, toward a new personal best, or toward wherever you may end up. When you think, "I have three more miles to run", it is almost depressing unless you are running a marathon. When you think, "just to the next 0.1," or "just to the next street", it feels like you can do it endlessly. One of the topics Thistle comes back to frequently in From the Ashes is how often he was running from something. Running toward something is what saves him.

As a Canadian reader, I felt a connection to some of the places and topics Thistle discusses. Thistle's time in Toronto plugs Sam the Record Man, where I went before its 2007 closure; MuchMusic, which I watched religiously on Friday afternoons growing up;** the Royal Ontario Museum, where I am a member;*** and the Hudson's Bay Company, where I've shopped many times. Seeing the reaction of someone as Canadian as I am, yet so different from me, to these iconic places was one of the more reality-checking moments of From the Ashes: it holds that the old phrase "this happens where you live" is true. On a quainter note, I found various characters' use of, and others' difficulty understanding, Michif to be interesting. As someone who speaks French as a second language, but had never seen Michif written out before reading From the Ashes, I found I could read the Michif phrases in the book seamlessly.

One of Thistle's favourite early memories is Christmas. His family got together, whichever members were living in close enough proximity any given year, and the food shortages Thistle experienced growing up were in temporary abeyance. (72) The return to family shows through when Thistle tracks down his brothers, whenever he sees his mother, and perhaps most notably, when a chance meeting with a fellow teenager becomes foreshadowing for meeting his wife. (84) As Thistle's grandfather tells him when he is a child: "family is the most important thing." (89)

Ease of Reading: 9
Educational Content: 4





*Thistle states: “They give out $1,000 for start-up if you have that. It’s to get you set up in a place with food and clothes—all that shit. But most people just scam it for money and stay at a friend’s house. I do it all the time—forge rental documents so I have some money—” (204)

**I am convinced the MuchMusic Countdown provided me with context for two of my great loves: music and lists. Loud and Pop-Up Video were good too.

***Note to bearded readers during these COVID-19 times: if you are going to wear a mask for 2-3 hours in a public place that requires it, shave first. My pet theory is that mask wearing will finally end the beard trend of the past 18 or so years.

Sunday, October 18, 2020

RBC Race for the Kids 2020: Royal York Race

For my fifth consecutive year running the RBC Race for the Kids, I had a special challenge: devise my own route, for my own distance. I chose to run the longest I've ever run for an RBC race (11.5 km), the entirety of the way down Royal York Road, from St. Philip's Anglican Church at the north end to Lake Ontario at the south end. Supporting Sunnybrook Hospital's Family Navigation Project has never been more creative.

In light of the lack of race kits this year, I wore my RBC Race for the Kids 2018 shirt. I also packed blue Gatorade - why not colour coordinate?

The ceremonial starting gate since 1828. (I ran south across Dixon Road, not east through the churchyard.)

Showing off my gear before the race.

Finishing point. I started at 10:45AM, finished at 12:03PM.

What the race lacked in camaraderie and competition, it made up in scenery and a sort of Zen oneness with the running experience itself.

Once again, as always, a huge thank you to all my donors! There's still time.

No New Balance mascot this time, though.

Wednesday, September 30, 2020

Accidental Summer on Mars! Icehenge

Icehenge by Kim Stanley Robinson
Science Fiction (1984 - 262 pp.)

Kim Stanley Robinson's Icehenge has what might be the catchiest premise in science fiction history: scientists discover a mysterious Stonehenge-like structure on the North Pole of Pluto,* and then become obsessed with understanding why it is there. It is the second of his books I have discussed on the blog after 2002's The Years of Rice and Salt.

Icehenge's three protagonists exist centuries apart: Emma Weil narrates Part 1 from the year 2248AD, on a spaceship near Mars. Hjalmar Nederland narrates Part 2 from the year 2547AD, primarily on or near Mars. Edmond Doya narrates Part 3 from the year 2610AD, on Pluto. Weil foreshadows some of the events in Parts 2 and 3, and Nederland foreshadows some of the events in Part 3, creating a matryoshka doll-like sequence in which the reader knows key details before some of the narrators do but in a completely plausible way. For example, Doya's discovery of the Sanskrit inscription on one of Icehenge's faces is old news to the reader, who has the benefit of seeing Nederland discover it in the previous part.

Icehenge's problem is how much of it occurs on Mars. The entirety of Part 1 is on Mars and most of Part 2 is on Mars. This Martian-centricness continues until the word "Pluto" and the concept of Icehenge are finally mentioned forty pages into Part 2 (109), and the word "Icehenge" is finally used a few pages later. (114) Icehenge was one of Robinson's early releases (he was 32 when it was published); while he would not publish his Mars trilogy until the 1990s, it is possible the Martian focus is simply what the publisher expected science fiction fans would buy. 

Amidst the Martian Revolution** that forms a historical curiosity later in the book but does not concern Icehenge, Part 1's main point of interest is the level of technological development aboard the Rust Eagle. Weil runs in a low-gravity gym, has access to stereotypical raygun-esque weaponry, and consumes space-grown food:***
The foods grown on ship--salads, vegetable drinks, fish or scallops or chicken or rabbit, goat cheese, milk, yoghurt--were supplemented by non-renewable supplies: coffee, tea, bread, beef... They would run out of those things pretty fast. (21)
Robinson selects the renewable and non-renewable food seemingly at random. The greatest example is that there are goat pens onboard, (29) requiring a substantial agricultural area, but there is an apparent shortage of coffee and tea plants, both of which can be grown in a standard balcony planter. Why a 23rd-century interplanetary spaceship capable of launching a war on Mars cannot produce a modest quantity of coffee or tea for the crew is never explained.

When the story takes off at the beginning of Part 2, Nederland emerges as the book's de facto protagonist. He narrates 100 of the book's 262 pages, establishes a deep connection with Weil through discovering her diary, and also talks to Doya near the end of Part 3.****

Nederland is the vehicle for most of Robinson's beautiful, contemplative prose. Nederland's opening monologue, starting with the line "Memory is the weak link", (67) ending with the line "What we feel most, we remember best", (68) sets up a story of exploration from Mars to Pluto, discovery (of Icehenge itself), and longing for a past Nederland can never visit, when he can fall in love with a young Weil. Nederland's twin obsessions with the future (Pluto/Icehenge) and the past (Mars/Weil) lead him to the brink of insanity, which he reflects on by noting, "I have always feared insanity. It seems to me the most horrifying of illnesses, and the Achilles heel of modern medicine." (136) This prediction of Robinson's, hidden in an observation of Nederland's, may be prescient; mental health is already a major focus area in modern medicine. These COVID-19 pandemic times, complete with social distancing and self-isolation, may actually be the forerunner of how mentally devastating it must be on a spaceship. 

Nederland finishes Part 2 with a sigh, noting that although he still has not seen Icehenge up close yet, and he will likely never know Weil's fate, he has to live with the reality that the past is gone and the present is our only reality: "Our lives are plants, creating leaves and flowers that fall away and are lost forever." (166)

Part 3 shows Doya arrive on Pluto and investigate Icehenge. It is the most setting-driven, with speculative descriptions of what seasons on Pluto must be like: "It was spring in the northern hemisphere---coldest, longest spring under the sun--and the sun stayed just over the horizon all the time." (248) Icehenge's memorial inscription follows. In a final sightseeing before they return, Doya and his shipmate Jones spot Pluto's Pole Star, leading the reader to imagine what constellations might be visible from Pluto. (253) What happened at Icehenge, whenever it happened (2248, 2547, or sometime in between?), Doya and his shipmate Jones finally admit they will never know. (261)

Icehenge is truly three stories in one. The first shows Weil in a traditional science fiction plot, the Martian Revolution, complete with a technical diagram of the ship's farm. (29) The second shows Nederland dig through the remnants of his past. The third shows Doya, and, to those of us who bought the book in part because of its title, Icehenge, provide Pluto's vast starscape that should capture the imagination of any reader. Robinson's versatility would follow him later in his career - ironically, in The Years of Rice and Salt, set on a very different Earth. For Robinson's first novel, though, the exotic by science fiction standards setting of Pluto is the end and the beginning.

Ease of Reading: 8
Educational Content: 2





*In Icehenge, Pluto is referred to as a planet, because in 1984, it still was. I have speculated before that 1930-2006 will be known as "The Pluto Era".

**The existence of the Washington-Lenin Alliance between the United States and the USSR means that Icehenge falls into a frequent Cold War-era science fiction trap: the continuation of the USSR into future centuries. This also occurs in other contemporary works, notably William Gibson's Burning Chrome. It does not make the writing any worse, especially in Icehenge, as the characters never go to Earth, making the name of the United States's collaborator in space travel irrelevant. It remains a point of jocularity, though.

***The idea of growing food in space presages Andy Weir's The Martian (2012), which I read earlier this summer. The Martian contains more technical language, making the decision to adapt it into a movie an obvious one. Whereas The Martian's potato-filled hydroponic farm is beautifully explained, Icehenge is an easier read because of the bald assumption that interplanetary agriculture could exist.

****Characters live to be very old in the world of Icehenge, although they only tend to remember their most recent eighty years.

Tuesday, September 22, 2020

Fall into My Summer Reading List

Happy First Day of Fall!

Due in part to the pandemic-induced lockdown, due also in part to the lack of public transit leading me to read more paperbacks at home, I read more books this summer than in any summer since 2012.

Here's the list, with links where there are entries on here:

Eight of the books I read this summer. The other three are at my parents' house right now.

Shogun by James Clavell (F) - June 28, 2020

The Martian by Andy Weir (F) - July 2020

Red Planet by Robert A. Heinlein (F) - July 2020

I Can't Make This Up by Kevin Hart - July 2020

Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell (F) - July 2020

The Gambler by Fyodor Dostoevsky (F) - July 30, 2020 is when I actually finished it

Are We Smart Enough to Know How Smart Animals Are? by Frans de Waal - August 23, 2020

The Mindful Day by Laurie Cameron - August 26, 2020

Quiet by Susan Cain - August 2020

The Difference Engine by William Gibson and Bruce Sterling (F) - September 20, 2020

The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck by Mark Manson - September 21, 2020

Of these eleven books:

  • Six are fiction; the other five are non-fiction. I've put an (F) beside the fiction entries.
  • I only own five out of the eleven. The other six are books I've borrowed. Of the five I own, one was a Christmas present, and another one came from a Little Free Library. Of the three I purchased, I paid under $4 for each of them. This has been a remarkably cheap reading summer.
  • All eleven are paper books. My e-reading has fallen by the wayside now that I'm at home more often.

With colder weather will come more books, more blankets, and surely some books that cost me more than a falafel wrap.

Monday, September 21, 2020

Bonus Book! The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck

The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck by Mark Manson
Self-Help (2016 - 204 pp.)

After eight years of not posting entries on self-help books, I'm doing two in a month

In The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck, Mark Manson sets out why we should all focus on what's actually important, allocating the fucks we give (his terminology) toward our goals and our families rather than the millions of distractions available to us every day. He warns against indifference, noting that to not give a fuck about anything is, ironically, a decision one makes regarding the giving of fucks.

This message was relevant in 2016, but it's even more relevant now that the world is overtaken by the COVID-19 pandemic. With families separated by social distancing measures, and cultural landmarks shuttered, relatively few sources of love or entertainment remain. There's no point in caring how nice your suit looks when your work meetings are all by phone. There's no point in caring what other people think of you when you're stuck at home by yourself. There's no point in caring which restaurants you can be seen at when they're all relegated to takeout. Perhaps 2020 is the year when The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck, already a bestseller, becomes a mantra. Compared to a lethal virus, why care about your cancelled wedding?

The section entitled "Emotions are overrated" (33) goes against a lot of the modern literature, but I'm inclined to side with Mark, who states that emotions are impulse-driven incentives for us to seek out certain activities and avoid others. Contrary to the recent popular narrative than talking about one's emotions takes courage, or is difficult, I'd argue that talking about your own emotions is actually the easiest thing you can do. They're your emotions, so you, by definition, are the world's leading expert. They're emotions, so you can't be wrong about them. If you tell me King Charles XII of Sweden died in what's now Ukraine, or that a hydrogen atom has a valence of 2, I can tell you you're wrong. If you tell me you're happy or sad or angry, no one can tell you you're wrong. Imagine being an expert on something that can never be proven wrong. Easy.

I'm three years younger than Mark. We're clearly of the same generation. I smiled when Mark mentioned his oversized Pantera T-shirt;* (48) the comparison of Dave Mustaine to Pete Best (78-79) is also a fun one, in part because I have such positive memories of listening to both Metallica and Megadeth. I think Mustaine is more satisfied with his career than Mark admits, but still, "not as successful as Metallica" is a tough metric to live by.

Occasionally, Mark attributes problems to "shitty values" when the question of what is causing those problems is far from answered. On relationships, he says:
A friend of mine recently got engaged to be married. The guy who proposed to her is pretty solid. He doesn't drink. He doesn't hit her or mistreat her. He's friendly and has a good job. (135)
Let's break down this paragraph. Mark mentions three things this guy doesn't do,** an adjective so generic as to be meaningless (who isn't "friendly" at least some of the time?), and then makes a vague statement that could describe anyone from an accountant to a pro athlete. (What is "a good job"? What if this guy ever gets fired?) I don't know a thing about this guy from this paragraph. What if, instead, the paragraph read, "He's an amateur craft beer expert. He's great at hitting a tennis ball and he always holds her hand. He's constantly making new friends through his volunteer work. He's passionate about his career."? For all Mark attacks his friend's brother, who apparently (I don't know them) projects his own fears onto his sister's engagement, Mark thought this man justified a feature in his book but couldn't name one good thing about him. Similarly, Mark mentions having gone to fifty-five countries, but sees no need to name them or to say what he gained from going. A lack of good things to say about a person, place or experience speaks far louder than the presence of bad things.

The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck ends with Mark's trip to the Cape of Good Hope.^ (194) As someone who is captivated by geographical extreme points, and has written on them on this blog before, I thought it was the perfect way to end the book. Being in Africa but with your eyes set on Antarctica, thirty feet above a sheer drop to the confluence of two major oceans, contemplating a jump^^ before walking back to Cape Town. Although international travel is more difficult these days than it has been in a long time, I hope to get there someday too.

Ease of Reading: 10
Educational Content: 1





*My oversized Pantera T-shirt is the one with the snake in fire on it.

**You know who else doesn't do bad things? Dead people, butterflies and houseplants. "I'm marrying the wisteria!" just doesn't have a ring to it.

^This may or may not violate my "no spoilers" rule, but really, I don't think it's possible to spoil a self-help book.

^^Thirty feet actually isn't that far to jump, provided you jump with proper technique. The key is to have a motorboat ready to pick you up after you submerge.

Sunday, September 20, 2020

September's Book: The Difference Engine

The Difference Engine by William Gibson and Bruce Sterling
Historical Fiction / Science Fiction (1990 - 492 pp.)

In The Difference Engine, William Gibson and Bruce Sterling create a science fiction world set in an alternate universe 1855 London. Inventors run rampant with new steampunk gadgets. The United States of America is split into four parts, including a proto-Confederacy, the Republic of Texas, and the Republic of California. France and Mexico support the exiled Sam Houston in a planned invasion of the Republic of Texas, while England, ruled by scientists and poets, looks on in horror.

The book bounces between Sybil Gerard, an anti-government activist opposed to the era’s rapid technological advances; Edward Mallory, a paleontologist who has discovered numerous new dinosaur fossils; and Laurence Oliphant, a journalist who is close to Mallory and who takes down the story of the book’s improbable events. Mallory is the default protagonist, starring in three of the book’s five parts. The action centres on his uncanny victory in a race between steampunk-ish machines in “Derby Day” (see below), concomitant with his reception of a mysterious rosewood box that leads a criminal gang to pursue him. When London rapidly turns lawless, Mallory and his brothers realize they have no traditional police protection, so they and an undercover detective seek out the gang’s ringleader.

The First Iteration, “The Angel of Goliad”, introduces characters who will either never be seen again or who will only be seen again much later, making it feel like the main action while reading it but like an extended prologue for the rest of the book. Mick Radley, who stars alongside Gerard in “The Angel of Goliad”, explains what many of us in 2020 still think: that technological progress, not activism, is what propels the world forward. In a world where Charles Babbage and Ada Lovelace (Byron) are nobles, Radley tells Gerard that “Lord Charles Babbage made blueprints while we made pamphlets. And his blueprints built this world.” (27) The action peaks in “Derby Day”, when Mallory’s character is introduced at a race of what appear to be horse-drawn steam gurneys; (111) a diagram would have been helpful. At the urging of his friend Mr. Godwin, Mallory makes the rash but lucky decision to bet a considerable sum.* Mallory’s Ted Mosby-stylelecturing would come later in the book; in “Derby Day”, he is a high-stakes gambler. The juxtaposition of Mallory receiving a rosewood box from Lady Byron and being accosted by a shadowy criminal while the race is raging is the high point of the plot. (112)

Mallory’s discovery of the “Land Leviathan”, among other dinosaur species, is central to his character. His discussions of (in this philosopher king-ruled universe) Lord Charles Darwin and Lord Francis Galton** tie into the inquisitive, and ultimately long-winded, nature of everything he does. The recounts of his paleontological expeditions took me back to my summer 2019 trip to London, when people could travel internationally without quarantining themselves for 14 days. One of London’s unheralded finds is the first dinosaur statues, located in and around a series of lagoons at Crystal Palace, dating from the mid-1850s.

The eventual importance of the Land Leviathan to the plot is, of course, not to be spoiled for the upcoming reader of The Difference Engine.

At times, the reader is overly immersed into the book’s setting. Just like That ‘70s Show was more ‘70s than the ‘70s in its constant rehashing of the era’s tropes, The Difference Engine sometimes plays up 1855 to the point that it distracts from the plot. Nearly every country in the world is mentioned. Slang from the era is wedged into the characters’ speech. I believed it was 1855 even before Brian Mallory, Edward’s brother, explains who Sepoys were. Mallory’s occupation as a paleontologist, and Brian’s occupation as a military officer, explains why they travel so far, but not all of the available information needs to find its way to the page.

Gibson and Sterling’s short, clipped writing style is a boon in a genre that frequently lends itself to interminable expositions. Pages of dialogue fly by, with a paragraph break every second line. As someone who has struggled through run-on paragraphs*** more times than I can count, reading such a fast-paced book in such a world-building-rich genre is an experience I would be thrilled to repeat. 

One of my traditions on this blog is giving credit to authors who introduce me to new words, a task that I assure you gets increasingly difficult as the years wear on. Gibson and Sterling introduced me to three: decoction, the resultant flavoured water after boiling a plant (195); batrachian, of or relating to a frog or toad; (201) and harridan, “a scolding, vicious woman”. (434) Next time I make tea, I suppose I will call it a “decoction”, which will hopefully not be so irritable it turns anyone in my vicinity into a batrachian harridan.

My copy is the 20th anniversary edition, which is fitting, because it’s The Difference Engine’s 30th anniversary this year. As with any forward-looking sciencefiction novel, The Difference Engine’s 1855 contains similarities to 2020. Due to London’s air pollution, the characters have to wear masks, (304) reminiscent of the world’s current COVID-19-induced experience. Lack of meaningful police presence in parts of London causes disgruntled local residents to enforce the peace themselves, (357-358) reminiscent of the Capital Hill Autonomous Zone in Seattle, Washington earlier this year. Finally, there is a character unluckily named Andrew Wakefield, the same name as the doctor who wrote the since-debunked report inspiring legions of anti-vaccination activists the world over.

Sadly, The Difference Engine doesn’t contain a table of contents. It is split into six large parts, rather than traditional chapters, each containing a number of scenes. Whether Gibson and Sterling decided on the lack of table of contents, or the publisher did, I have rectified the problem by creating a table of contents as follows: 

o   First Iteration: The Angel of Goliad (3)

o   Second Iteration: Derby Day (84)

o   Third Iteration: Dark-Lanterns (115)

o   Fourth Iteration: Seven Curses (247)

o   Fifth Iteration: The All-Seeing Eye**** (368)

o   Modus: The Images Tabled (451)

o   Afterword (487)

I wouldn’t usually emphasize an afterword this much, but Gibson’s commentary is so interesting I have a couple things to say about it. One is that Gibson reveals that there is a narrator in what was ostensibly a third-person omniscient novel, the “Narratron”, a sentient computer that somehow witnesses all these events, (488) including Mallory’s visit to a prostitute. (257-270) At no point in The Difference Engine did I ever get a whiff of the Narratron or anything like it, even if, as Gibson says, its identity is ever so sort of revealed on the book’s last page. The Narratron’s failure to exist does not subtract from The Difference Engine, so why Gibson bothered to mention it, I have no clue.

The final page of Gibson’s afterword includes an epigram that, although Gibson meant it to apply to literature, I think applies equally well to those who lionize cherry-picked details of their favourite historical figures: “When you raise the dead, they bring their baggage.” (492) Or maybe it just describes a zombie movie that takes place in an airport.

Ease of Reading: 8
Educational Content: 3



*Mallory bets 50 pounds, which was equal to 2,369.05 in 1990, when The Difference Engine came out; Mallory wins 400 pounds, equal to 18,952.38 in 1990.

**Francis Galton was, among other things, one of the fathers of modern statistics. He was also an ardent eugenicist, which the book mentions despite not mentioning anything about Galton’s advancements in statistics. It’s a “Solingen is where Adolf Eichmann was from, but we won’t even bother mentioning its centuries-long metalworkingtraditions” moment, I suppose.

***A cousin of the better-known run-on sentence, the run-on paragraph is: a paragraph that includes so many thoughts it would have been better broken up into multiple paragraphs.

****Despite this iteration title and the abundance of secrecy in The Difference Engine, the book makes no mention of Freemasonry. I was surprised by that.

Wednesday, August 26, 2020

Bonus Book! The Mindful Day (The Mindful Scorecard)

The Mindful Day by Laurie Cameron
Self-Help (2018 - 245 pp.)

Laurie Cameron's The Mindful Day walks the reader through 24 hours of uncensored, uncut mindfulness: locking into your lived experience from waking up to falling asleep, through whichever of work, school or anything else you do.

Five bullet points on the back of the book explain its contents in a nutshell:
  • Wake up to joy
  • Create a morning routine
  • Focus your wandering mind
  • See your loved ones with fresh eyes
  • Transition peacefully from day to evening
Among the book's emphases are oneness with nature, appreciation for the presence of family members, forgiveness toward those who trespass against us,* and refusing to obsess over things we can't control.

Rather than write a traditional entry for The Mindful Day, I'll focus on the field guide aspect of the book. I've discussed many field guides on this blog, from O.P.E.N. Routine to The Hobo Handbook, and I assure you there will be more to come. When I discuss them, I pay special attention to any exercises or practical advice they give.

The Mindful Day's table of contents is broken into chapters with subheadings. Each subheading is written in the imperative, directing the reader to perform (or refuse to perform) a certain task in order to achieve maximum mindfulness. Some of these I already do, some I don't, some I should, and some I'm glad I don't. There are 50 directions, giving those of us who love calculating percentages an easy time - doubling the raw score gives a percentage score in, for lack of a better term, mindfulness compliance.

I repeat each direction in bold below and then write 1-2 sentences explaining my response. I encourage you to do this exercise only once you've finished the book. The directions aren't numbered; I'm adding numbers for ease of reference.

HOME: Start the Day

1. Wake up to joy - YES

Every morning, I wake up to a melodious alarm. Anyone who's heard it says it's the nicest sounding alarm they've ever heard. Fifteen minutes later, the BRRRRRRRRRRING starts.

2. Sit still and breathe for five minutes - YES

This is usually a product of overtiredness, sadly. I need a few minutes to wake up before I make my morning coffee (or get it out of the fridge if I'm drinking iced coffee from the night before). It is rather still, though.

3. Strengthen a positive outlook - YES

My outlook is so positive I was once nicknamed Pollyanna.

4. Set intentions - YES

I have a few key tasks I make sure I do every day. These tasks have no one watching over me but myself. If you can't keep a promise to yourself, how can you keep a promise to anyone else?

5. Reflect in writing - YES

I keep extensive notes of everything from my grocery lists to my new consumer purchases. The notes of regular people in the current day inform the cultural historians of the future.

6. Meditate through exercise - YES

At varying times throughout the day, I work out at Orangetheory Fitness for an hour. (Pre-COVID, at least.) When I'm getting through my reps, or blowing away the competition on the treadmill, I enter a hyperactive yet calm Zen zone.

Otherwise, or in addition to that workout, I walk, sometimes over 30,000 steps in a day. I've also run in the RBC Race for the Kids every year since 2016.


7. Shower with awareness - YES

On a bad day, a shower can be the best part of the day. Whether it's phone, email, social media, or any other medium, it's nearly impossible to interrupt someone who's taking a long, hot shower. The exception, ironically, is that whenever I go to the gym, showering afterward becomes far more urgent. There's a meditative trade-off.

(Sorry, no picture for this one.)

A question for Laurie Cameron: what about people who prefer baths?

8. Listen to nature's symphony - YES

When I'm at my parents' house or at the cottage, I take in the wind rustling the trees and the bird calls that come every morning. Admittedly, when I'm at my apartment, this symphony is replaced by the gulping sound of pigeons.

9. Connect at breakfast - NO

This is the first mindful tip I don't practice, dropping me to 8-1 overall. I routinely ate breakfast at work, back when physical workplaces were the norm. If I'm at home, I usually reheat leftovers. Breakfast isn't a social time for me.

10. Set a morning routine - NO

I'm not a routine-oriented person. If I ate the same breakfast every day, I'd be bored out of my mind. One of my mane mottos is "show me something I haven't seen before". Yes, that includes which spices I put on my leftover fried rice.

11. Wave goodbye - YES

Whenever someone else is in the same dwelling as me, I make sure to wave goodbye - especially to pets. As we learned from the admittedly underwhelming Secret Life of Pets, they need it the most.

Record so far: 9-2

WORK: Seize the day

12. Transform your commute - YES

My commute is sometimes my favourite part of the day. (Again, pre-COVID.) Sitting on the subway on a cold Toronto winter day, my charcoal wool trench coat on over my suit, with a coffee beside me and a book in my hands, I feel like the sophisticated travellers on European trains from a century ago.

13. Greet colleagues with presence - YES

I've been called "smiley" (as an adjective, not as a nickname) for doing this.

14. Focus your wandering mind - YES

I'm a big believer in the "eat the frog" philosophy. At home, that usually means emptying the dishwasher. At work, that could mean responding to an unpleasant email or replacing printer paper.

15. Remember your purpose - NO

This is a weird point to answer in the negative, but I can't think of myself as having one singularly defined purpose, even on a given day. This morning alone, I've made coffee, done online banking, had a conversation, listened to music and started this blog entry.

16. Listen mindfully - YES

I'm a believer in active listening.

17. Lead mindful meetings - YES

As part of multiple executive committees, we have agendas that bring us back to the important topics of the day. We can have free-form discussions but they always circle back to the main points.

18. Email and text mindfully - NO

I generally pause before hitting Send. However, I text spontaneously, usually with friends. Using the legal maxim that the word "and" requires all the items in the list to be considered, one for two doesn't cut it here.

19. Keep an open mind - YES


20. Banish multitasking - NO

I dislike the book's opposition to multitasking - I'm listening to music as I write this - my rule is one task per sense at any given time. An example I've given on Quora is eating dinner while watching a movie. Your senses of sight and hearing are occupied by the movie, while your senses of smell, taste and touch are occupied by your meal. Neither the movie experience nor the dinner experience is compromised.

21. Face difficult emotions - NO

If I feel a difficult emotion, it's usually related to a problem that requires fixing. Rather than ponder my emotions, I fix the problem, if possible. If I can't fix the problem, I accept that and move on to something I can fix.

22. Create space when overwhelmed - NO

This echoes #21 above: if I'm overwhelmed, it's because there are multiple priorities I'm juggling. In these situations, I frequently complete tasks in inverse order of time required, so I can focus on more in-depth tasks without having quick tasks continue to hang over my head. If I have to draft a document and take out the trash, I'll usually take out the trash first so I can focus on the document. I suppose taking out trash is creating space in a literal sense, albeit not in the figurative way Cameron envisions.

23. Prepare for a tough conversation - YES

Depending on the conversation, preparation can be as quick as a confirmation email or as detailed as a page of notes.

24. Reframe challenging situations - YES

In my line of work, I frequently deal with people who have had bad things happen, sometimes calamitously so. Helping people let go of the past and meet their future opportunities is essential for me.

25. Calm your inner critic - NO

This is something I think most people could do better, myself included. Should I have hopped on that flight to Oslo when I was delayed in the airport in Newark back in 2011?** It would have been woefully irresponsible, but I still haven't been to Scandinavia, so...

26. End the workday with ease - YES

Walking from a workplace to the subway, past all the happy hours (or dinners if I stayed late), has a certain liberating feeling to it. During COVID, that walk is replaced by a walk around the neighbourhood or a delicious home-cooked meal.

Work record: 9-6
Record so far: 18-8

PLAY: Enjoy the day

27. Take pictures - YES

My phone is loaded with pictures, ranging from interesting street signs to macro flowers. Here's one from two days ago:


Doesn't that scene make you feel mindful? This is in downtown Toronto, no less.

28. Use music - YES

I've rated over 3,000 albums on Rate Your Music. I have a Spotify Premium account, an iHome speaker, and a Smart TV I can use as a gigantic speaker. As I mentioned in #20 above, I'm listening to music while I write this entry.

My general guide to genres of music listened to during different tasks:
Anything lyric-focused (e.g.: hip hop, vocal jazz): cleaning
Lyrical, but the music is the focus (e.g.: most rock music): cooking, blogging
Mostly instrumental (e.g.: death metal, black metal): writing non-fiction
Totally instrumental (e.g.: ambient, electronic, drone): writing fiction

29. Go for a walk - YES

As I mentioned in #6 above, walking is my lighter form of exercise. I've walked to various points in Toronto, Edmonton and Houston that have taken me surprisingly far from home, sometimes as long as an hour in each direction. Walking really far and then taking transit back is also an option.

30. Create something - YES

As over eight years of this blog should show, I can't stop creating things. I even make charts of moral and practical aspects of life sometimes.

31. Engage with your children - YES

I'm cheating here, but whenever I've had a cat or a dog, I engage with him extensively. Playtime is all the time with our furry friends! I have no human children, although I tend to get along with them.

32. Get outside - YES

I was writing this entry outside until the sun's glare forced me into the living room. Some of my favourite memories involving climbing hills or discovering paths. One notable example is my ascent of the Grouse Grind back in October 2018. I finished in an unimpressive 1:18 (i.e. 78 minutes) because, as a first-time participant, I simply had to stop to take pictures so often. See #27 above.

33. Visit a museum - YES

I have a membership to the Royal Ontario Museum. I've seen dozens of regular and special exhibits there, to the point that I can recommend individual artifacts to first-timers and tourists.

34. Travel with curiosity and wonder - YES

Although my travel has been hampered in 2020 due to COVID, I have a long history of travel. I'v been to eight European countries and approximately half of the continental US states, as well as the Bahamas. Wherever I go, I seek out old parts of cities, museums, art galleries, roads people don't usually take, and, of course, food.

Play record: 8-0 (I must be really playful!)
Record so far: 26-8

LOVE: Enrich the day

35. Welcome one another - YES

Anyone I see when I get home gets a warm welcome. I smile too - no matter how bad my day's been, the bad part's over and the good part's just beginning.

36. Love yourself - YES

I think my interests are really interesting. (Don't we all?) From my favourite sports teams to my homemade hot sauce, I surround myself with the things I find interesting. I swear, my friends do too... some of them... sometimes.

Here's a 10-ounce bottle from my latest batch of my signature bird's eye chili sauce:


37. See your loved ones with fresh eyes - NO
38. Forgive from the heart - NO

These can be addressed together. I have a long and detailed memory. Everything gets added to it.

39. Choose generosity - YES

I rarely hesitate to buy a gift for a friend or to donate (time or money, or both) to a worthy cause. This often means either youth mental health (see the RBC race from #6 above) or Toronto Cat Rescue.

40. Touch with presence - YES

Every contact, from a kiss down to a socially distanced COVID-influenced greeting,*** receives the mindfulness it deserves from me.

41. Gather your posse - NO

Despite being a dedicated ENTJ with a lot of friends, I'm solitary a lot of the time. Some of my favourite activities, like reading or cooking, simply lend themselves best to having one person take the helm. (I'll never complain if someone offers to help chop veggies though!)

42. Be open to grief - YES

In flagrant contradiction to #21 above, grief is one of those few times there's an unavoidably bad emotion that just needs to be let out.

Love record: 5-3
Record so far: 31-11

HOME: End the Day

43. Transition peacefully from day to evening - YES

Rinse and repeat #12 above when the subway isn't full. I can get my reading in while being underground and thus out of cellphone or internet range. If the subway is full, a quick walk is a peaceful transition.

44. Clear your home for calm and joy - NO

Although I am a fierce declutterer, it's a war without end. If my home were that clear, I wouldn't have to declutter so many times.

45. Cultivate hygge at home - YES

Hygge, the Dano-Norwegian concept of everything being just right in a cozy way, is a warm blanket on my soft but firm couch. I've loved blankets since before I could say the phrase "I love blankets".

46. Cook with your senses - YES

Sight: the rainbow of colours I arrange for the evening's stir-fry.
Hearing: the sizzle of veggies as they hit the pan.
Smell: the permeation of sliced garlic cloves into the cozy air of my kitchen.
Taste: the punch of bird's eye chili peppers (see #36 above) meets the salt of soy sauce.
Touch: the texture of tender chicken breast complemented by the satisfying crunch of a carrot slice.

47. Savor eating - YES

Although I frequently eat in front of sports or movies (see #20 above), it never detracts from the experience. I don't "eat like the French" as Cameron recommends; I eat like a proud Canadian who enjoyed visiting Paris but prefers to integrate good food into my faster-paced life.

48. Sip evening tea - YES

As with exercise (see #6 above), my tea consumption occurs at various points throughout the day. I make a pot of (usually) noncaffeinated tea (my go-to in 2020 is lime ginger mint), let it steep for a while, and then fill my glass carafe with it. Into the fridge for a few hours and then I have delicious iced tea. I never add sugar.

49. Create a bedtime routine - NO

As with #10 above, such a rigid routine would turn me into the human equivalent of a German shepherd left home all day who tears up the couch.

50. Ease into sleep - NO

Sometimes I fall asleep easily. At other times, I can toss and turn for hours. Sometimes it's technology-related (which would likely make Cameron scold me, as she wants us all to unplug from our devices), sometimes because I feel too hot,**** sometimes because I'm lost in my thoughts.

Home (2) score: 5-3
Home (combined) score: 14-7
Final score: 36-14 (.720)

Weighing each criterion the same, I am apparently 72% mindful.

I'd put down my Pixel 3 more often, but I use it as a combined clock, newspaper and Fitbit. Knowing the time, or being able to know the time, is central to my day.

Speaking of which, the centre of the day is almost upon us. Now for a mindful lunch.

Ease of Reading: 10
Educational Content: 3




*Cameron draws more from Buddhist thought than from Christian thought in The Mindful Day, making this an example of a true cross-religious shared concept.

**My ticket was to Ithaca, New York, which is beautiful in its own right, and where I was living at the time. I can't say I really lost out here.

***I saluted a friend last month. I think all of us who live on bodies of water should all do this instead of namaste. It's so much more naval.

****The only times I've ever had difficulty sleeping due to the cold were during a camping trip in Upstate New York in 2012 and during the ice storm that hit Toronto in 2013. See #45 above: when a blanket is available, I get under it.