It’s not even noon.
The Murderbot Diaries is a series of novellas by Martha Wells. They’ll all be published this year. The first two are out now, with #3 due in August and #4 in October.
As novellas, they’re an easy length and they don’t get bogged down in too much worldbuilding arcana. It was a nice change from The Luminaries.
The premise of the first book:
On a distant planet, a team of scientists are conducting surface tests, shadowed by their Company-supplied ‘droid — a self-aware SecUnit that has hacked its own governor module, and refers to itself (though never out loud) as “Murderbot.” Scornful of humans, all it really wants is to be left alone long enough to figure out who it is.
The fist two are good reads. It’s not genre-defining fiction or anything, but there are some really cool ideas and it’s written well. I’m looking forward to the rest.
My enjoyment of ambient music has been a recurring topic over on the podcast, and I’m always looking for enjoyable but unobtrusive things to listen to at work. Max Richter’s Sleep (remixes) has been my go-to for the last couple of weeks.
Max Richter is a composer who has done a lot of film and television soundtracks and scores. I guess his most recent popular one would be from Arrival (which was a cool movie, btw). Sleep is an 8-hour concept album he created to be listened to while sleeping. Really.
The remix album features three of the songs from the larger work, each mixed 4-5 times. It’s a really good listen for the workday.
I don’t get down with conspiracy theories in real-life but I do enjoy them when applied to famous fiction. This retweeted John Rogers thread has some good ones:
Seeing his beloved Grandpa Joe die in bed takes the last of Charlie's strength. In the factory dream, he and Grandpa see all the kids who bullied him punished for their cruelty. Then Charlie ascends to heaven in a great glass elevator. Again, I'm sorry for this.
— Sean Thomason (@TheThomason) April 12, 2018
I wrote this article about it once, but the short version: Rust is aware that he's a character in a work of fiction. https://t.co/QCISkPEif0
— Ed Grabianowski (@robotviking) April 12, 2018
Rambo and Die Hard:
John Rambo died in sheriff's custody after being beaten into a hallucinatory coma 20 minutes into First Blood.
— Mike Duncan (@mikeduncan) April 12, 2018
Oh also John McClane is pretty clearly drunk on an airplane, passing out to an elaborate fantasy about how he can win back his estranged wife.
— Mike Duncan (@mikeduncan) April 12, 2018
This Juliana Hatfield tribute to Olivia Newton-John showed up for me in a new music email and I figured it might something Michelle might like in a nostalgic or kitschy kind of way. Instead, I’ve been listening to it non-stop.
I was unaware of my familiarity with the ON-J catalog. I don’t even mind it. These are solid pop songs and Juliana Hatfield plays them in her own style without the slightest hint of cynicism.
You can hear what I mean in this video for “A Little More Love”:
I’ve been dabbling in cardio lately and thought it would be a good idea to run the Monument Av. 10k. My younger daughter and I took a….casual…approach to the training schedule and managed to get through the race without any trouble. It was a lot slower than I used to be able to do it but I was really there for the company.
My mom and sister made these signs to cheer us on and my wife and older daughter also came out to cheer. It’s always great to have support in the crowd.
After the race we enjoyed the traditional sandwich and pint at Melito’s (and then after lunch I enjoyed the traditional shower and 3-hour nap!).
Holy crow. So stressful, again. What a match!
4:47am Unwelcome alarm clock but I set it so I’d have room for one Snooze.
4:54am I didn’t even make it through the whole Snooze. Disappointing.
5:40am Coffee in-hand, I’m in the car and driving. I’ve got to deliver a forgotten gym bag to another lifter so I need to get to Chesapeake by 7:30 (for my 8M weigh-in).
6:28am Construction cut I64 down to one lane but it only lasted 10 minutes. Still on time.
7:20am Parked at the Chesapeake Conference Center. Easy enough drive. Gym bag delivered. I could use a nap.
7:45am Nap cut short by a vendor who was trying to set up in my nap corner.
8:03am Weighed in. It’s not a stressful occasion when there isn’t a ceiling on your weight class. I declared openers of a 64kg snatch and a 92kg clean and jerk. Those are doable based on training results.
9:08am Potty break. Apologies to the Chesapeake Bay Watershed. I had to get that out. Like my old friend Bob used to say, “Better an empty apartment than an angry tenant”.
10:00am Group photo for the session.
(The timeline gets a little hinky in here because I was either backstage warming up or on the platform competing and I didn’t have my phone.)
10:10am-12pm Getting coached up by Chris. I am still such a newb at these things. I’d be lost without him. Seriously. The gifs below are my best lifts of the day, a 72 kg snatch and a 100kg clean and jerk for 172kg meet total.
I had 6 good lifts in 6 attempts and it all felt great. I’m probably a little stronger than my numbers suggest and meet-day adrenaline carried me even further.
12:15pm More friendly faces from my gym got to the venue for their weigh-ins. Even though it’s a solitary sport we definitely share the support you get from being on a team.
1:10pm I stuck around for the award ceremony from my session and got my 2nd place medal. It was easy, since there were only two people in my class.
1:15pm I wished everyone well and hit the road for home.
I’m already signed up for the next local meet, the Old Dominion Classic, in January. It’ll be fun.