Tom Trumpinski


Thoughts following McCain’s Speech

An email from Augur:

I wanted to share a few quick thoughts in response to McCain’s speech tonight.

McCain’s speech had a few moments of brilliance. The best was when he said people may see in him an imperfect servant of his country and then he had a nice turn of phrase (that escapes my memory) about how he will always be her servant. A nostalgic appeal to honor and valor should be a central theme of McCain’s campaign.

The speech as a whole was a catastrophic failure in terms of its overriding message. His theme was “That’s not change we can believe in”, a line he repeated probably ten times in the speech. His speech was extremely negative. I came away with it wondering what McCain was for. Obama is like Hillary, direct negative attacks from an opposing candiate don’t really land. McCain should always be positive – especially given his reputation as a hot-tempered contrarian, and leave the negative stuff to surrogates.

The main goal of the speech, apart from being a hit piece on Obama, was distinguishing himself from Bush. That’s why he held the event in New Orleans. That message was partially lost b/c of the negativity about Obama. He could have painted himself as a happy warrior, with optimism to rival Obama’s, but with a greater degree of pragmatism than the green Obama and the incompetent Bush

He did briefly say kind words about Hillary; he should have done that throughout the speech. The more of that he does, the more its going to hurt Obama when he refuses to put Hillary on the ticket. Obama does not want her on the ticket and starting tomorrow the press focus will soley be on whether or not there will be a joint ticket. If I were Obama I would name a VP right away and put that to bed and talk about how he’s looking forward to working with her in the Senate and letter (sic) her lead on health care.

She put a slick tactical move on him calling the press conference to say she’s open to being VP. She wants to preempt a “cold offer” to increase the pressure on him to make an actual offer.

In terms of delivery, McCain was awkward; his smiles looked forced and fake. He had some prompter slips and is very weak at delivering a canned message, although he’s decent extemporaneously and you could tell when he strayed from the script – he started to look natural, but so is Obama.

As an Obama fan, I’m looking forward to these two being on a stage together. Obama will exude vigor, energy and enthusiasm. McCain looks tired and awkward, and like he missed his window.

Thoughts following McCain’s Speech

An email from Augur:

I wanted to share a few quick thoughts in response to McCain’s speech tonight.

McCain’s speech had a few moments of brilliance. The best was when he said people may see in him an imperfect servant of his country and then he had a nice turn of phrase (that escapes my memory) about how he will always be her servant. A nostalgic appeal to honor and valor should be a central theme of McCain’s campaign.

The speech as a whole was a catastrophic failure in terms of its overriding message. His theme was “That’s not change we can believe in”, a line he repeated probably ten times in the speech. His speech was extremely negative. I came away with it wondering what McCain was for. Obama is like Hillary, direct negative attacks from an opposing candiate don’t really land. McCain should always be positive – especially given his reputation as a hot-tempered contrarian, and leave the negative stuff to surrogates.

The main goal of the speech, apart from being a hit piece on Obama, was distinguishing himself from Bush. That’s why he held the event in New Orleans. That message was partially lost b/c of the negativity about Obama. He could have painted himself as a happy warrior, with optimism to rival Obama’s, but with a greater degree of pragmatism than the green Obama and the incompetent Bush

He did briefly say kind words about Hillary; he should have done that throughout the speech. The more of that he does, the more its going to hurt Obama when he refuses to put Hillary on the ticket. Obama does not want her on the ticket and starting tomorrow the press focus will soley be on whether or not there will be a joint ticket. If I were Obama I would name a VP right away and put that to bed and talk about how he’s looking forward to working with her in the Senate and letter (sic) her lead on health care.

She put a slick tactical move on him calling the press conference to say she’s open to being VP. She wants to preempt a “cold offer” to increase the pressure on him to make an actual offer.

In terms of delivery, McCain was awkward; his smiles looked forced and fake. He had some prompter slips and is very weak at delivering a canned message, although he’s decent extemporaneously and you could tell when he strayed from the script – he started to look natural, but so is Obama.

As an Obama fan, I’m looking forward to these two being on a stage together. Obama will exude vigor, energy and enthusiasm. McCain looks tired and awkward, and like he missed his window.

Thoughts following McCain’s Speech

An email from Augur:

I wanted to share a few quick thoughts in response to McCain’s speech tonight.

McCain’s speech had a few moments of brilliance. The best was when he said people may see in him an imperfect servant of his country and then he had a nice turn of phrase (that escapes my memory) about how he will always be her servant. A nostalgic appeal to honor and valor should be a central theme of McCain’s campaign.

The speech as a whole was a catastrophic failure in terms of its overriding message. His theme was “That’s not change we can believe in”, a line he repeated probably ten times in the speech. His speech was extremely negative. I came away with it wondering what McCain was for. Obama is like Hillary, direct negative attacks from an opposing candiate don’t really land. McCain should always be positive – especially given his reputation as a hot-tempered contrarian, and leave the negative stuff to surrogates.

The main goal of the speech, apart from being a hit piece on Obama, was distinguishing himself from Bush. That’s why he held the event in New Orleans. That message was partially lost b/c of the negativity about Obama. He could have painted himself as a happy warrior, with optimism to rival Obama’s, but with a greater degree of pragmatism than the green Obama and the incompetent Bush

He did briefly say kind words about Hillary; he should have done that throughout the speech. The more of that he does, the more its going to hurt Obama when he refuses to put Hillary on the ticket. Obama does not want her on the ticket and starting tomorrow the press focus will soley be on whether or not there will be a joint ticket. If I were Obama I would name a VP right away and put that to bed and talk about how he’s looking forward to working with her in the Senate and letter (sic) her lead on health care.

She put a slick tactical move on him calling the press conference to say she’s open to being VP. She wants to preempt a “cold offer” to increase the pressure on him to make an actual offer.

In terms of delivery, McCain was awkward; his smiles looked forced and fake. He had some prompter slips and is very weak at delivering a canned message, although he’s decent extemporaneously and you could tell when he strayed from the script – he started to look natural, but so is Obama.

As an Obama fan, I’m looking forward to these two being on a stage together. Obama will exude vigor, energy and enthusiasm. McCain looks tired and awkward, and like he missed his window.

A Life in the Trades

You never know when something is going to set you off on a column. I didn’t even have my notebook with me when I stopped by Le Peep this lunch hour to have my breakfast. The fellow next to me was in his late-40s, wearing a Harley-Davidson t-shirt from Sturgis. We started chatting about work and he told me he was an electrician.

“How much do you make an hour doing that?” I asked.

“In Champaign? Thirty-four dollars an hour.”

Wow, I thought to myself, that’s competitive.

“You know our biggest problem, though?” he continued. “Getting smart people to become apprentices. We can never fill all our positions. You know anyone?”

This got me to thinking. For a person of high intelligence, how would a career as an electrician pan out compared to say, getting a BS in Chemical Engineering from the University of Illinois? I came home and ran some figures.

Here’s my sources: For the Chemical Engineers, I used the Princeton Review . For the Electricians, I used the US Department of Labor statistics.

Taking the median values for earnings and the cost of tuition and fees only at the University of Illinois (I think I’m being fair here–it’s reasonable to assume that day-to-day living expenses are covered by parents or job) I was able to make the following calculations:

Total earnings electrician age 22–$113,633

Total earnings minus education costs chem e age 22–minus $80,000

Total earnings electrician, age 27–$327,540

Total earnings minus education chem e, age 27–$206,800 (includes interest on student loans)

Total earnings electrician, age 34–$633,697

Total earnings chem e, age 34–$791,300

The break-even point for total income in an area with the median income for an electrician is age 30. Interestingly enough, for a high-demand location like Champaign-Urbana (with a $34/hour pay scale for electricians), the break-even point is age 45.

Still, this seems like a good deal for the Chemical Engineer until you examine other circumstances involving the jobs.

1) Amount of time at work.

The median workweek for an electrician is 37.5 hours. That of a chemical engineer is 45 hours. This reduces the per/hour salary differential by 17%.

2) Number of jobs available

There are 705,000 electricians employed in the United States and 50,000 chemical engineers. There is no projected increase in the number of chemical engineering jobs and a 5000 per/year increase in electricians employed over the next ten years.

Any pay differential must be multiplied by the probability of obtaining a job in your field. For an electrician, the probability is near 100% because of the apprentice program.

3) Investment Opportunities

One approach to long-term investing is to approach the market intelligently early and make as much money as you can while you’re young. While the 22 year old chemical engineer is busy spending every cent he has on college expenses, the apprentice electrician has already made $114,000 in income. The median necessary monthly living expenses for a 22 year old single male in the US is just over $500. This means that after that four-year period, the apprentice electrician has $90,000 of disposable income available to him, if he so desires, to use for investments. If he uses that wisely, he might not have to work for a living after all.

4) Job Security

Since the number of total chemical engineering jobs in the US is stable, it is in the best interest of companies’ profits to lay off expensive older engineers and hire the cheap ones coming out of college. There is a $45,000 difference in income between a new college graduate and an engineer who has been with a company for 12 years. This difference is a powerful incentive to get rid of the experienced engineers.

The case is the opposite with the electricians. With a 5000/year increase in number of jobs, it is in the best interest of the employers to keep experienced employees around to teach the new people the ropes. Since salary is capped (except for CoL raises) after the apprenticeship, there is no savings for the company in firing older employees until their medical costs become a problem.

In addition, most electricians are protected by their trade unions, which prevent arbitrary decisions about termination and negotiate salaries for a wide area. The employment price for an electrician is not set arbitrarily by the employer, but is the highest value that the local market can bear. With the need for such talents, a smart electrician can assess that market and move to where the highest wages are paid.

5) The Global Economy’s Impact

Engineers of any sort work in software–they trade their problem-solving abilities for money. The problem with software work is that it is not localized. It is just as easy for a corporation to use an engineer in India or the Phillipines as it is for them to use one in the United States. Since education costs are lower in other countries, the engineers there will work for lower wages. It’s similar to the situation with manufacturing jobs when NAFTA was instituted. Over the next two decades, the white-collar “brain” jobs will be outsourced more and more often.

Electricians, on the other hand, are hardware providers. You will not be able to have a foreign national run conduit in your business’s basement from 12,000 miles away anytime soon. This can be said of any of the other trades–plumbing, heating, carpentry, painting or ironwork, too.

6) Opportunities for self-employment

An ambitious, intelligent electrician with an eye to the niche-market (for example, installing fire alarms) can move into his own business easily. The engineer, on the other hand, would have to return to college (or stay there long enough) to get an advanced degree and then move up in a partnership in a model just like that of a lawyer. He will never, in truth, be his own boss until he in his late 40s or early 50s at the earliest.

Truth be told, if I was a 2008 high-school graduate with my intelligence and what I know about the situation right now I would be at the union hall with a letter before the ink dried on my diploma. The fact is, the situation for chemical engineers is the BEST one for any of the engineering professions–all the others are less competitive economically. I figure that with the current economic situation and early investment in the market before marriage or a serious relationship, I would be able to retire from being an electrician by age 45 or so.

Something to think about.

Tom Trumpinski

What I Did on My Six-Month Vacation

Six months ago, I took leave of Urbanagora in order to work on my first book, Riding the Hell-bound Train. I am happy to report that, as of this morning, it is done. I am going to do one last out-loud read-through to entertain the cats and catch those nuances of language not found any other way (learned that the hard way when I stopped in the middle of a public reading and said out loud, “Man, that last sentence didn’t make a lick o’ sense”). After that, all 94,000 words will go to my editor at Peregrination Press, I look over the uncorrected galleys line-by-line, and the book should be available for purchase after July 15th.

Just as I finished, Augur sent me a PM saying that “if I didn’t start writing for the blog again, I won’t have any audience to sell my book to.” This will never do. Therefore, I want to let you know that I am back and will remain so in parallel with my new career in fantasy fiction. Since the book’s been the main subject of my life for the last six months, I will describe in this first article what I learned while writing it. Other writers have been really kind and helpful to me, perhaps I can return the favor for somone in our audience.

The first thing I didn’t expect was how many people a writer needs. I’ve been lucky that my wives, Marcey, kitten, and Cheron, helped me both as first readers for my shitty first drafts and as the last people who looked over the rewrites for the continuity errors that cropped up. This, at times, put a heavy strain on my marriage–there is a good reason writers drink, spouses of writers drink, and there’s an ungodly divorce rate. I am insufferable when I’m working–demanding, insecure, pompous, and driven. I want to go on record saying that not only could I not have written the book without them, I am amazed they’re still letting me into their bedrooms.

It doesn’t stop there. Sean-Thomas Gunnell’s my cover artist and we’ve been throwing art back and forth to each other, me bitching about how long it’s taking and he trying to give me what I want, no matter how difficult. The covers are very close to done, if someone can show me what to embed .jpgs in, I’ll add them to this article. It’s been a learning experience.

The wonderful Allie Mazan has been working as my web-mistress and publicist for no money at all so far. I’m going to try to find some way for a starving artist to make it up to her–the website design alone is worth a hell of a lot. She’s been a constant source of inspiration and another first reader as well as my personal version of Pepper Potts.

My editor, John Barnstead, is going to be involved in the next step of the process. He encouraged me all along and without him, the book would never have been written in the first place.

So, What Did I Learn?

Writing is honest work, but not like any I have experienced before. The extreme-endorphin thrill of inspiration when the words flow from your brain to paper in an attempt to achieve telepathy is far, far better than the best sex I’ve ever had. In contrast, rewriting is the ninth-circle of hell, comparable to removing layers of skin with a cheese grater. No one should ever try to write because they want to get rich–writing is done because you have no choice. I started as an adequate writer. After six months of blood, sweat, tears, and dead trees stretching from here to Oregon, I think I am on the way to being a damn good one.

I read two books by authors that helped me a lot. First was Stephen King’s On Writing. He wrote the first half before and the second half following his near-fatal accident. This book is chock-full of the kind of advice first-time writers need. The best part for me came at the end, when he gave an example of the first-draft of one of his stories followed by what it looked like after he had taken the re-write pen to it. I was beginning my rewrite when I read that part and said to myself, “Oh, my God, he’s got as much ink on that manuscript as I do. I don’t suck that bad, really.” The other book was Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird. Not only are there tons of practical hints within it on how to develop your art, she is so batshit nuts you realize you’re really not that crazy, after all–it’s wonderful. It has not escaped my notice that both of them used to be heavy-duty alcoholics and demonstrate that you don’t have to drink to do good work.

Above my desk I have a list of rules for writing that I’ve added to as I went along. I am sure that they’re not finished, but they got me this far, so I’ll share them.

Don’t Suck!

Phil and Kaja Foglio gave a talk at the Association for Computing Machinery conference about how they turned their money-losing comic into a cash cow by giving it away for free on the ‘Net. They told me that right now is the best, the easiest time to get work out to the public and that one can be a success even without the traditional filters of the big commercial publishing houses if you followed the above rule.

The Road to Hell Is Paved with Adverbs

Stephen King is right–adverbs weaken verbs and should be avoided, especially in cases where you’re doing dialog. The biggest exception is in cases where there is a discrepancy between what the dialog says and what the speaker means. In my rewrites, every adverb is examined and I end up keeping less than one in ten.

Don’t Tell, Show

It took a while to catch on to this. One sentence of action is worth a paragraph of description. This connects to the next one,

Never Use the Passive Voice Unless Necessary

There’s a reason that our eyes are in front–we’re built for action and speed. No one is interested in how “the tree was framed by the picket fence.” We’re wired, instead, to notice that “the picket fence frames the tree.”

Cut 10%

Anne Lamott says everyone has shitty first-drafts. She’s right about me, I don’t know about anyone else. The first draft is to get the stuff out of your head. It’s going to be bloated and full and in order for anyone to want to come close to it, it’s going to have to be pared–pared with a machete. At first, cutting back your prose is like killing your children. Later on, when your writing gets better, it gets much worse.

Use “Said”

Never Start a Sentence with “Suddenly” or use “All Hell Broke Loose”

I learned these from Elmore Leonard. He has forty-four novels of which 70% is dialog and the reader is never, for a moment, in doubt about who is talking. He writes without using synonyms for “said” because the human brain is programmed to ignore the word. If you write this way, it makes dialog like a radio play with the reader filling in nuances better than the writer can.

How to Write a Story–ABDCE

Anne Lamott again, with a structure that can be used for anything from a short-short to a novel trilogy:

Action, at the start, to draw the reader in

Background, so they know why what’s happening is important

Development, to show change

Climax, where something important happens–a death, a birth (or rebirth) or a mystery solved

Ending, where you give the reader a present for bothering with you–something to think about as they walk away.

Finish

None of this is worth a good goddamn if no one ever sees your work. It’s the hardest step, the scariest step, but sooner or later, if you’re going to be a writer, you have to finish the book. The greatest fear when you do, I think, is that you’re never going to be able to do it again. In part, writing this piece today is proof to me that I still can do my job. Take the old manuscript out of your drawer and start working on it again. It might not be as bad as you think.

We’re All Terminal

There’s a good reason for us to do the best job every day that we possibly can–someday will be the last day of our life. If you write as if you wanted the piece before you to be the last, greatest example of your work, it’s going to be worth the time and the trouble. There’s good reason to follow this philosophy–sooner or later, you’re going to be right.

It’s good to be back at Urbanagora and I’m looking forward to our upcoming change in format, so I will no longer have to worry about post length. Thanks a lot for your patience, your loyalty, and your friendship. Buy my book–I think you’ll like it.

Tom Trumpinski

The Texas Tofu Massacre

Once upon a time, there was a virtuous Public Relations man named Marty. He was always careful to cross the street only at the corners, gave beggars his spare change, and drove his car under the speed limit.
One day, while Marty was at Culver’s, God spoke to him.
“MARTY, PUT DOWN THAT CHEESBURGER.”
Marty looked around, figuring that the voice had come over the speakers in the restaurant. He was just about to take another bite when a spark flew between the burger and his nose. He dropped the unfinished sandwich, dabbing the scorched spot on his face with a napkin.
“I TOLD YOU TO PUT THE CHEESBURGER DOWN. THIS IS GOD. I AM IN NEED OF A PROPHET, FOR MAN IS EATING THE ANIMALS WITH WHICH I HAVE GRACED THE EARTH. THIS MUST STOP, NOW, LEST MY RATH BE FELT. YOU, MARTY, SHALL BE THAT PROPHET.”
Marty looked around, but no one else seemed to have heard the booming voice. Since one does not refuse God, he agreed to be His prophet and guide mankind away from the misuse of His creatures. He left the restaurant that day with a mission.
Marty was a good ad-man as well as being a good man. Soon, pamphlets and posters were everywhere, outlining an irrefutable case for vegan living. Converted movie stars bought full-page ads in the New York Times that showed imprisoned chickens and tortured veal calves.
The CEOs of the food industry called a special meeting to deal with the problems that Marty presented. They launched an ad blitz to counter the one the vegans were promoting. Their lobbyists in the government got legislation passed that would tie subsidies for school lunches to a minimum amount of meat in them. They gave grants to research institutions that would prove animal products to be essential to the health of human beings, especially children.
Now, Marty’s followers were in a panic. There was no way in which they could live their lives without having themselves and their children surrounded by the foods that God had forbidden. One teenage girl, Nellie, became fond of lying to her parents and going to Steak n’ Shake after school instead of Bible study. Others of the followers had just one egg, every now and then, with breakfast.
Marty realized that they were all in trouble, so he prayed. “What shall we do, God? My followers are being tempted by the fleshpots of the world. How can we stay pure to our message and do Your Will?”
“MARTY, YOU SHALL GO TO TEXAS.”
“Please, God, not Texas, take this bitter cup from me, please.”
“YOU SHALL GO TO TEXAS AND MAKE A CITY FOR ME. IN THIS CITY, ANIMALS SHALL BE HELD SACRED. YOU SHALL WEAR NOTHING FROM THEIR SKINS. YOU SHALL NOT DRINK OF THEIR MILK OR EAT OF THEIR EGGS. YOU SHALL NOT EAT OF THE MEAT OF THEIR BODIES, LEST YE DIE. GO NOW; LEAD YOUR PEOPLE TO THE PROMISED LAND.”
Doing as he was told, Marty gathered his followers—young and old, white, brown, and black, Republican and Democrat, and took them to a place in Texas where there were only a few other people. There, they built a prosperous city and lived in harmony with each other and the world.
All was not well, however. The others who lived within that county were jealous, for the vegans were prosperous, had beautiful homes, and voted for those who agreed with their God’s plan.
The minister at the Baptist Church said, “God doesn’t talk to anyone directly. Marty must be a false prophet. They are doing the work of Satan and must be stopped.”
The old fat lady at the beauty shop said, “Have you seen the way that they dress? None of them weigh much over 150 pounds—it’s not natural. They never come into town to go to restaurants or buy food at the grocery stores, there’s got to be something wrong going on out there.”
Then, the cattlemen said, “They don’t eat meat. Look at this here research—meat is essential for the well-being of people. It’s all right for adults to act in crazy ways, but think of those poor, abused children who will never be healthy in their lives.”
The county officials shook their heads. “We can’t do anything about this. No one knows what really goes on inside their compound. We can make contingency plans for a case where we have justification, but don’t expect anything anytime soon.”
Nellie, the girl who liked cheeseburgers, was hungry at lunch one day. She pushed the tofu on her plate out of the way and speared the broccoli with disgust. She would have liked to go into town to the Jack in the Box, but her parents had forbidden it. Damn it, she knew how to get even. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket as soon as her parents were working in the garden and punched out the number of Child Protective Services.
“Hello, I’m from the compound down the road. Yeah, I want to report child abuse. I am being forced to eat an unnatural diet that doesn’t have what I need, nutritionally. No, I can’t give you my name, I’m afraid I’d be punished.”
This was the chance that the officials had been waiting for. The friendly judge issued a warrant and police and social-service agents raided the compound, hauling off all of the children who lived there. They grudgingly allowed the children’s mothers to come along with them to the compound where they were taken, but neither Marty nor the other men were allowed to come along. Nellie smiled to herself as she rode in the van with the other children.
Lawyers were appointed for the children, even though none of them asked. Four or five days later, when none of the children had told of anything unusual other than the restriction of diet, the mothers were sent back to the compound, since the social-service agents claimed abused children were more likely to tell of it if separated from their parents. Finally, after repeated questioning, a few of the children told of being punished by spanking or of being sent to their room without supper for discipline.
This was all that the authorities needed. Mass trials were held, the vegans were held as unfit parents and the children were sent to adoptive homes where they ate meat and wore leather and furs, just like everyone else. None of them ever saw their parents again. Nellie devoured steak after steak and married a cattle rancher.
Marty was convicted of child abuse and endangerment and sent to prison for twenty years where he died after being raped by three men who chanted “child abuser” while they took turns beating him during sex.
God, realizing mankind had not learned anything in the last two thousand years, sadly pushed his halo back and returned to making Dark Matter.
Tom

Filling Educational Holes

We were continuing our discussion about higher education in email and Prescott, perceiving the possibility of an intellectual challenge, asked me if I could be specific about the kinds of knowledge that is needed, but is not possessed, by current college graduates.

Here’s my list and explanations why they’re necessary:

Our cultural icons: Almost all of the literature of the English-speaking world references a set of works written prior to the 18th Century. A familiarity with these works facilitates understanding of any non-technical work in print.
Shakespeare–knowledge of the text of the best two dozen plays, at least. The plot should be understood and one should be able to determine which play a random quote is derived from. He invented a thousand words of the English language, including bedroom. His plays demonstrate why. Extra credit for “getting” the dirty parts.
The Bible–both the King James for the language and a more modern translation for the meaning. This should be done with a reference in one hand so that the historical context for the writing is clear. One should be able to trace the differing authors of the Torah through its books.
Dante’s Divine Comedy in an English translation that keeps the original poetic structure.
The Roman and Greek writers–pick a half dozen of each (that includes Virgil and Plato) and read everything extant in English.
Necessary skills–these are to give you both a foundation and flexibility to adapt to new input:
Poetry–In order to understand better how to communicate, the underlying structure of language should be studied. If you can write a sonnet that someone is willing to read, you can write a business report that will get you the promotion you desire.
Languages–you should be able to read comfortably (without a dictionary) two languages besides your birth language. They can be in the same language family, although it does more for you if they’re not. This enables you to switch back and forth from different conceptual worlds and gives you words to describe those things that can’t be described with English.
Mechanics–you should understand the workings of the items that you use every day–how to rewire a lamp, how your car works (and what each system does), why your plumbing and electrical systems are set up the way that they are. This way, if you’re caught in an emergency, you can survive without help. Firearms usage falls under this category–one small-arm and one long-arm should be studied until they can be cleaned and used safely and you can hit a torso-sized target at range nine out of ten times. You should be able to scratch-build a computer that works out of purchased parts.
Mathematics–you should understand on an instinctive level discrete math, algebra, geometry (including trig), enough calculus to know when it’d be useful, and statistics until you can perform them in your sleep. All science is based upon math. You should also be able to run a balance-sheet for a household or a business.
General science–you should be able to tell the difference between a hypothesis, a conjecture, and a model and where each is useful.
Hard sciences–you should understand the standard model in physics, chemistry, biology, and astronomy well enough to determine if a new discovery disputes or corroborates it.
Soft sciences–you should understand two or three historically used theories of sociology, economics, political science, law, and game and network theory well-enough to be able to explain them to a layman.
Politics–A complete understanding of the foundation of the United States is needed, including a working knowledge of the Federalist Papers. The biographies and letters of three of the Founding Fathers should be read well enough to reference (take your pick.) Two political systems that have failed should be analyzed until the reasons for their failure becomes second nature. This is to make you a good citizen.
Military history–the development of arms and armaments from the Bronze Age to the present should be studied. The dates of battles are less important than the “feel” for what happened and why. Special attention should be paid to lost battles that shouldn’t have been and to small technical improvements, like the stirrup, that made large-scale changes. As a practical exam after study, you should lead a squad into battle, either virtual or real. This skill could keep you alive in a situation where you are under fire, either here or abroad.
Business–the operation of a small business should be observed in detail until the reasons for its success or failure become obvious. The history of capital acquistion and investment should be studied in the cases of both spectacular wins and losses.
Human anatomy–your body should be studied well enough to make regular diagnoses that are correct. The anatomy of the opposite gender (or more of the same if you’re gay) should be studied until it’s understood and you’re capable of delivering great sexual pleasure to it. You should be able to aid a mother giving birth or provide first-aid in a crisis situation.
Farming/Hunting–Plant and care for a garden for one year. Kill an animal with a gun or a knife, skin it, prepare it for cooking, cook and eat it, and tan the leather.
Engineering–Learn enough to be able to analyze one problem each in mechanical, electrical and civil engineering and create solutions. The reason for this one should be obvious–innovative problem-solving is the thing that Americans do best.
Music and art–understand the mathematical rules by which music and art operate. Be familiar enough with the history of each to be able to tell when a piece of Western art or music was created and by which school.
I think that that should do for now. If anyone on the list has any essentials that I’ve missed, please add them.
Tom

The War of the Adverbs

Today was my second marathon editing session for Hell-Bound Train. The day began with helpful comments from a friend in the Southern Hemisphere and the evocation of Stephen King, chanting “The road to hell is paved with adverbs.”
Once alerted to the adverbs’ presence, I cannot avoid seeing them. They’re laired everywhere within the manuscript–weasels lurking to pop out and slow down the action or muddy my descriptions. Mentally, I throw my hands into the air, hyperventilate, and run around my desk like Kermit the Frog before a Muppet Show. “Ah, ah, ah, AH,” I realize I am yelling out loud. My cat, Mitzi, jumps from the desk and stares at me as if I had transformed into an inhuman monster.
I lift my pen like Tony Perkins in Psycho and begin stabbing at the adverbs. Almost, suddenly, nearly, closely–they all fall before my onslaught. There are ls and ys flying to either side of me as they’re excised. I realize that in the early days of my Urbanagora content, I used those words to shield me, to enable me to equivocate or retreat from an untenable position if a critic attacked. I don’t need them anymore, by God.
Now it’s passive voice that’s everywhere. These columns sound like goddamn lab reports. Slash, rewrite, annotate, cross out entire redundant paragraphs. Pant, pant. One entire piece goes in the trash–not worth saving.
My word babies crawl from beneath the wreckage of a demolished essay on polygamy, mewling like kittens calling for their mother. They stop to lick remnants of the blood and gore of murdered language from their fur. They stare up at me, wide-eyed, and ask, “Is it over? Is it safe to come out now?”
“Very soon, my darlings,” I reassure them.
I’ve made progress. Nine more weeks of this to go.
Tom Trumpinski

Speech on the Role of the Fed in the Great Depression

I’m curious as to what the supporters of the Federal Reserve System think about this speech that the current head made on November 8, 2002. In it, he states that not only did interference by the Fed not make the Great Depression better, their actions contributed to the depth and length of the problem.

If the Federal Reserve has admittedly screwed the US economy completely in the past, who’s to say that it’s not happening again?

Tom

Hat tip to Vox Day.

Invitation to Kittencon

I would like to, at this time, officially invite all of our readers (and, as always, correspondents) to our house for kittencon, our yearly celebration of kitten’s birthday in particular and high weirdness in general. It will be held during April 4-6, 2008.

I had been hoping to be celebrating sending Riding the Hell-bound Train off to the publishers, but, unfortunately, that is not to be. A lot of the early Urbanagora articles have needed extensive revision and rewriting. I’m approaching a quarter of the way through the 90,000+ words in the book and it looks like it will be a June release.
In any case, here’s the link to the webpage with the details on the weekend. Some of you do not know where the house is. Please send email to the address near the bottom of the page and we’ll give you the information that you need to get here. If any of you are from out of town, the hotels do fill up for this event, depending on how many are there. (In the past, we’ve had anywhere from 20 to 100 attendees). We’re having a book reading on Friday night and a live “Dr. Demento-style” concert on Saturday night, so I’m expecting a big turnout.
I sure hope you can make it over. I’d like to personally spend time with each and every one of you, especially our new posters.
Tom Trumpinski