So I watch the change of season unfold with the usual mix of wonder, joy, and melancholy that is Autumn, and continue to monitor the more human events Beyond the Edge of my little Naith. This week is seeing the price of gold flirt with $1050 and ounce, nearly two hundred dollars above what it was just a few months ago. Silver, after settling somewhat around $14, is pushing $18, very respectable and a much more healthy growth in value than gold. Meanwhile, the stock market continues its mad climb upward as investors, apparently eager to put recent economic history behind them, pour money back into stocks. There is much talk of recovery and an end to the recession, mixed with babble about the Gosselins and some people named Kardashian who I have never heard of otherwise, and the micro-pig pet craze currently sweeping the UK.
Meanwhile, it looks like the Baltic state of Latvia is on the brink of joining Iceland and Ireland in economic collapse, and possibly going beyond that to a political collapse as well. So who gives a shit about Latvia? Regional banks, including those of Sweden and Germany, and the IMF, too. I wonder what the Russians are thinking; the sizeable Russian minority of unemployed youths in Latvia will be the ones to watch.
There is much talk of the death of the dollar, especially since the meetings among China and Russia and Japan with a coalition of Arab states to replace the dollar as a conduit for the international oil trade. India and Brazil are very much in favor of it; nobody seems to give a damn what the United States thinks.
Our national unemployment rate is pushing 10%. I personally turn away several prospective applicants a day at the business I manage. I don't even give them an application any more, or tell phone inquirers that we are only taking applications; I simply tell them, bluntly, "We are not hiring." No sense giving them false hope, especially when it will lead only to futile follow-up phone calls that distract me from tasks at hand.
So what am I doing, aside from enjoying the fall? Buying silver, still. I also put in 8 blueberry bushes over the past month, which will constitue the only viable agriculture that my mostly forested acre and a half will support. I've also pressed on with a poultry yard, despite the wife's stance firmly against having chickens. She did not say, "Do not build a poultry yard," so I will prepare for a time when she is more receptive to the idea.
What do I think is going to happen? In short, America will continue its long, slow slide down. Much of the country will continue to turn a blind eye and deaf ear, while real unemployment levels off at a permanent 20%, credit continues to be reined in, the deficit spirals onward and upward, and the dollar drifts down the abyss. The current market bubble will pop, the gold bubble will pop; silver will press onward and upward. Oil will rise as China's demand increases, the dollar's value decreases, and world supplies shrink as we slide slowly, inexorably off the Peak Oil plateau.
Circle the wagons, friends.
Wassail, traveler, and welcome to The Gable Grey -- a place of retreat, of renewal, and of resistance: a tree-shaded refuge in Dark Times. Now pass the threshold, and rest from journeys! For a cold wind is blowing; and here, if you wish, you may hear tidings of the world without...
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
End of Summer 2009 (And Good Riddance!)
Only kidding about the "good riddance" part. It was not all bad. June burned; July simmered; August sighed. There have been many balmy days, and cool nights, so far this September. Thus the fire of 2009 dwindles down to the -embers... I am ready.
Perhaps I am finally beginning to acclimate myself to the ravages of the Southern summer. I have not minded it as much as I thought, not as much as I used. Some would say it is just that I am getting old, and that is true. But of late I have never felt so alive, so appreciative of everything. I am enjoying myself very much these days.
Writing helps bring about that feeling, very very much. The Woodreeve's Tale is moving forward, slowly of course. It is overwhelmingly a labor of love, and I am coming to realize that it is being written largely to satisfy my own need for what it is: epic fantasy, written in the "old grand style" I have come to savor over the years -- yet still a mere echo of Morris, of Dunsany, of Tolkien. I am a bit of a copycat, but I don't care; it has enough of a "modern" edge to mark it as mine. For all its "density," for all its linguistic dance, I yet try my best to keep the prose tight, taut, polished. It is not too hard, but it is slow going; the endless editing, which I have long ago gotten used to regarding my own work. The editing is never finished, just put to the side until later.
It has helped to have a good and dear friend in Daryl F., with whom I have rekindled a friendship after losing contact several years ago. Daryl and I exchange work and its attendant criticism on a weekly basis, as we often did as students at USM well over a decade ago. Daryl, if you read this, know that your generosity will never be forgotten. It is good to have an audience, even if only an audience of 1. Peace to you, brother: watch your top-knot.
I am joyfully expecting delivery of a portable bowperch this week! It is a major purchase, and a step forward in my eventual partnership with a red-tailed hawk. I imagine I'll try to get the digital scales in February, maybe a hood, bells, and jesses in the months between.
Belle is growing up so fast. It's been a great summer for her. So many new experiences... just today, she saw up close her first flying squirrel, and got to hold a box turtle we found in the back yard. She can tell a red-headed woodpecker from fifty yards. That's my girl!
So bon voyage, Summer '09. It has been good... but I will not look back.
(Not too much.)
Monday, July 20, 2009
Not sure if I am intellectually qualified to rate that movie...

The wife and I viewed The Watchmen last night. I honestly don't know what to think of it. As my friend and co-worker Jeremy wrote about it: "I watched Watchmen last night. I'm not sure I am intellectually qualified to watch that movie." I would have to share the sentiment, for the most part.
It's a gritty, very dark (metaphorically speaking) film. It was more satisfying that either Sin City or 300, two similar genre films. Otherwise, well... the superheroes were neither super, nor heroes; their faults undermined whatever gifts they had. Most of the Watchmen spent their time analyzing their lives, reminiscing about the past, fucking each other, and/or just generally being clueless about their place in society and the human condition in the real world. The only one of the Watchmen I gave a crap about, Rorshach, was labeled a sociopath, though he was the only one of the sorry lot who was actually proactive in trying to find out who was targeting him and his colleagues, and who seemed to have any clue about both justice and getting things done.
Anyway... I have decided to let my minions help me rate the film. Poll will be up shortly.
It's a gritty, very dark (metaphorically speaking) film. It was more satisfying that either Sin City or 300, two similar genre films. Otherwise, well... the superheroes were neither super, nor heroes; their faults undermined whatever gifts they had. Most of the Watchmen spent their time analyzing their lives, reminiscing about the past, fucking each other, and/or just generally being clueless about their place in society and the human condition in the real world. The only one of the Watchmen I gave a crap about, Rorshach, was labeled a sociopath, though he was the only one of the sorry lot who was actually proactive in trying to find out who was targeting him and his colleagues, and who seemed to have any clue about both justice and getting things done.
Anyway... I have decided to let my minions help me rate the film. Poll will be up shortly.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Fits and starts
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Indy V?...

Cool. Some news about the next Indiana Jones movie may be found here.
I thoroughly enjoyed KOTCS, though of course not with the same sense of youthful wonder I did when watching the first three, back in the day. But I'll welcome another installment, even if (as I suspect) it will be Indiana's last on-screen adventure.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Movies

I've been fortunate enough to squeeze in three movies over the past couple of weeks (between marathons of Star Trek: Voyager with the wife). I hope to watch The Wrestler soon, but since I began a three-week teacher training course today, it will be difficult. Anyway...
Defiance was pretty good. Very inspiring. Some things seemed a bit unclear to me at first, namely the Bielski brothers' motivation and background. But it's a good, true story, and Daniel Craig's fine acting job is outshined, in my opinion, by Liev Shreiber's performance as Zus (pronounced "Zoosh").
Gran Torino was a must-watch for me, as I enjoy old actors playing mean old men. And Eastwood's Walt is mean. The movie was a little predictable, but it was still enjoyable to watch, though if it had been anybody but Eastwood I would not have watched it. Clint's still got a bit of The Man with No Name and Dirty Harry in him, thankfully. Maybe we need that in these hyper-P.C. times.
As far as I know, Outlander went straight to DVD. It's "Beowulf meets Predator," according to the coverbox art, and that's a pretty accurate label. I usually hate those kinds of labels, but here it's perfectly applicable. Good casting, with Jim Caviezel as a kind of Space Marine-slash-planetary colonizer, John Hurt as the Viking cheiftain (who'd make a magnificent Gandalf!), and Ron Perlman playing one of the meanest Vikings you'll ever see. The special effects are good, with a couple of exceptions; and the script is straightforward, lean, though a little overly sentimental at times. The great thing about this film is the plot itself; it's so well-thought-out, and the story so well-executed, that it almost cannot help but be a good movie, casting and special effects aside. The worst thing was some of the character naming... "Boromir?" I mean, really.
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Whiles carried o'er the iron road,
We hurry by some fair abode;
The garden bright amidst the hay,
The yellow wain upon the way,
The dining men, the wind that sweeps
Light locks from off the sun-sweet heaps --
The gable grey, the hoary roof,
Here now -- and now so far aloof.
How sorely then we long to stay
And midst its sweetness wear the day,
And 'neath its changing shadows sit,
And feel ourselves a part of it.
Such rest, such stay, I strove to win
With these same leaves that lie herein.
-- William Morris, from
"The Roots of the Mountains"
We hurry by some fair abode;
The garden bright amidst the hay,
The yellow wain upon the way,
The dining men, the wind that sweeps
Light locks from off the sun-sweet heaps --
The gable grey, the hoary roof,
Here now -- and now so far aloof.
How sorely then we long to stay
And midst its sweetness wear the day,
And 'neath its changing shadows sit,
And feel ourselves a part of it.
Such rest, such stay, I strove to win
With these same leaves that lie herein.
-- William Morris, from
"The Roots of the Mountains"

