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Toyota Forever

Saturday, November 7th, 2009

2001_toyota_echoIn August 2001, in the wake of a large sale of books from my publishing company to Walmart, I bought Gabi her first new car: the Toyota Echo. I was 38, she was 33. She’d never had a new car before; none of her friends had ever had a new car before. It was delivered in front of our house on Redesdale with 11 total miles on it. Gabi was ecstatic.

A functional, urban car with good gas mileage and excellent reputation for service and reliability. Three years later and pregnant with our second child Camilla, I bought Gabi a Ford Freestar Minivan. I inherited the Echo as my car.

I’m not a car guy. I don’t think my manhood is tied up with the vehicle that I drive, though it took me a long time to get here. I’ve owned a Mitsubishi Eclipse, two sporty BMW motorcycles and a 3 series BMW coupe. All of these vehicles got me from point A to point B just fine. Except for the motorcycles, none of them made me happy in any direct way. And all of them cost too much, which is OK when I’m making good money, but very much not so when I’m on the other side of the spectrum.

Why get a fancy car? Who are you trying to impress? I’m certainly not trying to impress girls anymore, and motorcycles were always better for that anyway. And look at this from the other direction – name me one person you look up to because of the car they drive.

I’ll wait.

I love the Toyota. It’s the cheapest car to drive I have ever owned. No repair bills in eight years, steady 35 mpg, tires are cheap (not like my brother’s Mini Cooper) and it gets me around OK. It’s a bit short on fancy electronics like a GPS or sound system, but my iPhone covers both of those just fine. I gave up my last physical office in 2002 (it was a nice one on Wilshire Blvd. in Los Angeles), so I don’t have a daily commute. The Toyota can sit for a week or more and not see any use. We put 5,000 to 6,000 miles on it a year now.

Assuming that I can get 200,000 miles off of it, I did some basic math. We’re at 61,000 miles now. We’ll hit 200,000 miles in 23 and a half years. I’ll be just turning 70 then. I can’t imagine a better deal on a car.

Neil Gaiman

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

sandman_by_neil_gaiman

Wow. I thought I was beyond the stage when I would suddenly discover a startling new author, with a full back catalog of unread books. Neil Gaiman is definitely such a writer. And the reason I missed him? He works almost exclusively in graphic novels.

After running into no fewer than three references to the Sandman series of graphic novels in a few days (“…the novel we’re reviewing here is not as good as Gaiman’s Sandman series from 20 years ago, but …”), I found it at the local library. Great stuff – Norman Mailer described the series as “a comic book for intellectuals” – and it’s true. References to Herodotus, Shakespeare, Dante, the great myths (in their original, unsanitized forms), Arthur C. Clarke and so many others, it would be hard to list them all.

But this is more than a collection of references – this is a living, breathing series that stands on its own (albeit, on the shoulders of giants). I spent a month reading through the full collection, and loved them all. Highly recommended.

Amazon link for Volume 1 of 11 here.

Intelligence and How to Get It

Thursday, May 7th, 2009

intelligence

This book was recommended by one of the economist blogs that I frequent. The author is a cognitive psychologist who bristles at the concept that 75% to 80% of intelligence is inherited. For all of the faults of the book, he gives very good data against this. The numerous problems in the book include:

  1. Reliance on IQ tests. Yes, Dr. Nisbett is very clear that IQ tests aren’t really numerical intelligence scores, though since they do track with individual’s incomes and perceptions of how smart another person is, (to say nothing of the fact there is no alternative) they are used here whilly nilly.
  2. In the second and third chapters, he closely tracks the data. He shows where the 75% to 80% figure comes from (separated identical twins) and why the data is wrong (selection bias of adopting families). This is the best part of the book.
  3. Unfortunately to flesh this to a book-sized document, he continues with three chapters of racial bias/statistics: IQ and Black Americans, IQ and Asian Americans, IQ and European Jews living in the US. None of these chapters hone closely to the numerical data, and are instead a patchwork of anecdotes and unsupportable conclusions (Asians are better because of their Confucian background, etc.). I’d like to applaud him for at least broaching this subject, but I think he steers too far away from hard data for it to be useful. (Personally, I’m with Jared Diamond on this – there is almost certainly no major racial difference in intelligence or, if there is, the New Guinea Highlanders are way more likely to be the smarter than educated Europeans or Americans – see Guns, Germs and Steel or The Third Chimpanzee.)

I’d hoped for a more closely defended book, though the first three chapters are really quite good. A moderate recommendation from me at best. I can boil it down to a simple phrase for you: “Intelligence (as defined by IQ testing) is somewhat hereditary, but not to a level higher than 50% of the final attained score. Health (prenatal, perinatal, and juvenile), education, home environment, extended environment and the like account for the other parts. Heredity may be much less than 50% of the factor involved.”

The reason I’m blogging this here (I don’t normally comment on mediocre books that I read, there are too many of them) is that the author discussed home environments of high-IQ families vs. medium-IQ families. He mentioned that not only do high-IQ families read to their children, but they also participate in discussions. Hmm.

I normally just read to the kids. I make a big show of it – lots of voices, making myself quiet or very loud, jumping when there is a lot of action, etc. But I never really talked much about the books afterwards.

Two nights ago, I was reading the Cat in the Hat to all three. Afterward, I asked if the Cat was a good person or a bad person. That was the only question that I had to ask. It’s like they’d been waiting for all these years for a chance to talk about the Cat in the Hat, but hadn’t had a chance to do it.

They went on for fifteen minutes about characters, who was bad, who was good, what they would or wouldn’t do. You couldn’t stop them. And I didn’t want to. It was a very educational moment. For me.

Lake Balaton

Wednesday, July 16th, 2008

Lake Balaton rests in a warm, revered part of the hearts of every Hungarian I have ever met. It is a large lake, about 60 miles long and 5 miles across two hours driving distance from Budapest. It is here that everyone runs to escape the summer heat and humidity, and spend one, two or three weeks by the water. The lake bans private motor boats, so sailboats flit joyfully between each other like butterflies. Everyone enjoys  memories of family vacations, learning to swim, and first loves from here.

In the communist era, official worker residences dotted the coastline. Once every couple of years, workers would get the chance to take their families to the lake for a week of swimming, fishing, eating and drinking. In the modern era, there are still a few holdovers from the past, but large parts of the lake’s development look more like Germany than the Black Sea. Groups of friends and family rent houses, spend weeks in the area seeing friends from all parts of Hungary encamped around the lake.

The average depth of the entire lake is just 10 feet. Most of the south shore is walkable out to a kilometer from shore. This makes for near-perfect beach and swimming fun for 3 to 5 year olds, of which we have two.

On Monday, we took a car ferry to the central peninsula on the north coast. The town of Tihany is simply beautiful.

It was here that we stumbled onto the Rege cafe (Rege Cukrászda), which is tied with Nepenthe in Big Sur, California for my favorite cafe/restaurant locations in the world.

I’m not generally interested in sweets, but my Black Forest Chocolate cake (lower right) was absolutely special.

The music video below has the song “The Balaton Summer”, which is a haunting tune that fully encapsulates the feeling of this place. It’s sung by one of Gabi’s favorite singers, and I knew it from her Hungarian iTunes collection. If we return for a summer in Hungary again in 2010, we will almost certainly take a house somewhere in Balaton and have at least a little Sunfish to go sailing on.

Gerbeaud

Tuesday, April 15th, 2008

Gerbeaud is the most famous cafe in Budapest. The opening scene of the book “Prague” is here. As a proud member of the diaspora of Americans who moved to Eastern Europe in the early 1990′s, I can personally vouch for this book’s authenticity. The characters all ring absolutely true, as does the setting. I never finished the book; I didn’t want to. As long as I have not read the last page, the characters have not finished their journey and still live and breath, and I can yet come back to them. Lying there unfinished, it is among my favorite books of all time.

Gerbeaud, the cafe in the opening of the book, sits in the middle of Budapest’s most central square, at the start of the oldest subway in continental Europe. It’s a beautiful setting on a sunny day and great for people watching.

The cafe, with stairs to the subway in front.

Years ago, I read a restaurant review which stated that the quality of a cuisine’s desserts is inversely proportional to the capital’s distance from Vienna. And Budapest is spitting distance from Vienna! Note Baby Aaron waiting quietly, wondering when he gets his dessert.

“Hi, everybody!”

Mass Effect Review

Saturday, December 8th, 2007


While I was sick this week, I got my hands on Mass Effect. Wow. This is what videogames are all about, and then some. From the same people who developed the original Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, this is their attempt to bring the same flavor to a universe that is entirely their creation.

The whole experience feels like living in a Robert Heinlein juvenile science fiction novel.

And it’s big. Really big. I interviewed with the people in charge of voiceover for this title a couple of years ago for work with localization. If you played the voiceovers non-stop, they would go on for more than two weeks. And these are REALLY GOOD, professional voiceovers, not like the old Wing Commander series.

It’s well written. There are at least a dozen alien species, with very reasonable distinct backgrounds and histories. The primary plot is well-done, and there are dozens of side plots peopled with full-fleshed out characters and situations. The game is also peopled with a mind-numbingly extensive population of casual conversations, all handled in voice-over.

It’s beautiful. These are fully realistic creatures that are under my control, moving freely through space. The space ships, planets, vehicles are gorgeous. The photos above are from the game engine itself, not from cut-scenes.

My only complaint is that I don’t have the reflexes of a 20 year old, so it takes me a long time to complete the boss fights that I’ve been in. It took over two hours of retries for me to defeat the Matriarch in one instance. Very frustrating.

O, Cirque du Soleil

Friday, July 13th, 2007



On our visit this week to Las Vegas, we took Gabi’s friends to see a Cirque du Soleil show (Zumanity). While it was interesting, it simply doesn’t compare to Cirque’s first Las Vegas show, O, which we saw earlier this year. Let me talk about that instead.

The Cirque Du Soleil shows are like circus acts or operas on steroids. The dancers/singers/actors put on an unbelievable show. The entire theatre is designed only for the one production that you are watching. In O, the entire stage fills and empties itself of water several times in the show. The music, which we have a CD of (thanks, Tunde), is mesmerizing.

I can’t recommend O strongly enough. It was a complete joy to watch.

“O”, Cirque du Soleil

Luxor – Las Vegas

Thursday, July 12th, 2007



The Luxor is our favorite hotel in Las Vegas. When we first started dating, Gabi hosted her adventurous Aunt from Hungary to a six week US visit. They rented a car and set off for Las Vegas. Before they left, I handed Gabi an envelope and told her not to open it until she got to the city. When they got there and opened it, it had their pre-paid reservation for two nights in the Luxor. Gabi was ecstatic.

We went back there this week for three days/two nights with Gabi’s friends. It was our first visit there for awhile. It has clearly become a bit down-market — the rooms are not well kept, the elevators (excuse me, inclinators, since they traverse the edges of the pyramid) are quite scuffed from years of key scratches and other things. Speaking of keys, the credit card keys they hand out are apt to de-magnetize easily. I spent 45 minutes trying to get my key replaced, running all over the building in a wet swimming suit with Camilla.

That said, the pool is unchanged and simply marvelous. Only the Bellagio is better. Restaurants are fine, with a good selection of low-end, medium-end and high-end. I can’t say anything about the casino, as I didn’t gamble there at all. Highly expensive internet access, but my cellphone allows me to get around that problem.

The best thing is the bargain. Rooms are $75 a night midweek, and there always seems to be a special of some sort. You can’t beat the price, and with that pool … simply heaven.

Luxor Hotel, Las Vegas

Altered Carbon by Richard Morgan

Monday, July 9th, 2007



I picked up this book to read during the Mexico trip, based on Marc Andreesen’s long blog on his top science fiction picks. If one of the primary creators of today’s technological world can’t be trusted for science fiction, who can? Besides, he’s a big Robert Heinlein fan.

There is one word for Richard Morgan’s Altered Carbon. Brutal.

While there is a lot of war/crime/espionage fiction in the world that would fit that description, 1) there is very little science fiction in that category and 2) none of the other genre’s can create in quite the same way.

Morgan’s mastery is clear. In the middle of the book, Takeshi Kovacs makes an assault on an Oakland clinic 500 years in the future. Taken at face value, the scene could be in any Terminator movie or any of a dozen cops-and-bad-guys adventure. The brutality of the scene is entirely taken up in the 200 pages of prelude and setting that Morgan has created. Truly awesome.

The book loses some points for its lack of dynamic characters, it’s one-trick pony vision of future technology, as well as a prose style I found too deep and unedited toward the end. But I picked up the sequel, Broken Angels, to read immediately after I finished Altered Carbon.

Altered Carbon, by Richard Morgan

The Last Colony

Saturday, June 2nd, 2007



The Last Colony is the final book of the Old Man’s War trilogy. The first two books are Old Mans’ War and The Ghost Brigades. Old Mans’ War was up for the Hugo Award and did win Scalzi the John Campbell Award for Best New Science Fiction Author last year.

John Scalzi is hands-down the best science fiction writer in the last twenty years, bar none. His style is very reminiscent of Robert Heinlein, with an important addition. Scalzi’s characters live and breathe. Instead of the cardboard-figure characters of most SF, here are some fully exposed, human personalities.

Another area which Scalzi handles well is the internal functioning of a bureaucracy. One, very brief example:

“They’ve formed an Exploratory Committee to look into this?”

“Yeah, but I know about these things. They typically aren’t interested in finding out anything. Someone up high just needs to cover their ass.”

All three books are a joy to read.

Reviews:
Old Man’s War, by John Scalzi
The Ghost Brigade, by John Scalzi
The Last Colony, by John Scalzi