Did I mention Ted Yoder is awesome?

If this week turns out okay, Ted Yoder will deserve significant credit. I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned him before. Or maybe I haven’t (I can’t find him on my site search). If not, that’s a serious oversight on my part that must be remedied.

Ted Yoder is one of the best hammered dulcimer players in the country, and perhaps the only one doing what he does. His specialty is taking tunes from all over–traditional, Christian, Pop, classical, what-have-you–and “yoderizing” it for the dulcimer. He’s got a few albums out, and I saw him live in concert in my brother’s front yard a few months ago. He’s a terrific guy making a living from his music.

Well, this week started off as it often does, with Monday. And, like a fool, I started my day off with news and commentary, as I far too often do. Before long I developed what can best be described as a heavy heart. The world can be such an inhospitable place sometimes, you know? Fortunately I opened my drawer to get my glasses cleaner and found my Ted Yoder CDs. I popped his album “Hymns” into my player. For some reason on my player it always skips to the fourth track, which is his arrangement of “All Creatures of Our God & King”. Pretty soon the weight in my heart began to lift, and the rest of the album continued to uplift me to the point where I was actually ready and willing to start on a particularly nasty (and dull) documentation project I have staring me in the face.

It’s a little ironic. In my fourth novel my primary villain was a hammered dulcimer player. This week a hammered dulcimer player is my hero. Ted, thank you for doing what you do, and not just the music. The world is a little easier to bear knowing people like you are out there, quietly doing the Lord’s work in your own, unique way.

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We’ve all had conversations like this

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Burden of proof

The case of Ahmed Mohamed, the boy who built a clock, brought it to school to show his teacher, and ended up in police custody is about as clear case of rushing to judgment as we’re likely to see. It’s also, perhaps, just as clear case of hypocrisy over rushing to judgment as we’re likely to see.

This became abundantly clear to me last night when I came across a post on Facebook citing someone’s textchat transcript “proving” that the authorities in question picked on this student simply because he was Muslim. None of the evidence cited, even assuming it was true, really proves anything, as actions alone are seldom clear indicators of motives, but that is irrelevant, clearly. The perpetrators of this post assume that everyone in a questionable situation has a completely clear understanding of what is going on and knows exactly the right thing to do–they just choose not to do it.

And yet I doubt any one of them would want their own choices and actions judged by that same standard.

The main argument in the post cited is that if the school personnel involved truly thought Mohamed had a bomb, why didn’t they go all the way in over-reacting, take the bomb away from the kid, evacuate the school, and call in the bomb squad? While that is a good question, it’s not necessarily sound reasoning from which to assume the only reason is because they were all Islamophobes out to destroy this child. They were administrators put in an awkward situation, likely trying to decide between what their own eyes and intuition told them, what conflicting reports were likely telling them, and what school and district policy demands they do. More than likely at least some of the rules they were trying to follow were contradictory.

While I haven’t followed the story very closely, I’ve already seen inconsistencies in the reports of what happened. Some claim that the kid made statements that constituted a bomb threat. True or not, once someone reports that the administrators are undoubtedly required to act. Should they have evacuated the school at that point? Probably so, according to district policy. But if the administrators on the scene could easily see the clock was not a bomb, why would they do so? There would be no rational need. And yet the reported threat still had to be taken seriously.

We don’t know if whomever stated that Mohamed made an actual threat was lying, misheard/misinterpreted the child, or read more into the situation than was really there. That’s hardly the administrators’ fault. Are we not at this very moment passing legislation to force college administrators to take seriously any claim of sexual harrassment, assault, or rape on their campuses, regardless of percieved veracity? Can we expect school administrators to take a reported bomb threat any less seriously?

We’re talking about a class of people who regularly take a lot of flak over blind adherence to policies that allow now distinction between bringing an actual gun to school, pointing a finger at someone, or biting a pop-tart into the shape of a gun. They likely didn’t write those policies, and risk losing their jobs if they act contrary to them. So is refusing to evacuate the school over a clock reported to be a bomb an act of Islamophobia or actually a courageous act attempting to keep a bad situation from further spiraling out of control?

I don’t know. It could very well be exactly how these Facebook posters say. It could be that these terrible, small-minded, racist bigots (they’re from Texas, after all, and we all know that Texans are all bigots! </irony>) saw a chance to teach a minority student to mind his place. How dare he learn the things they’ve been teaching and experiment on his own! Why, next he’ll want to vote or something!

But I doubt the situation is anywhere near as clear cut as that. We’ll never know if his Muslim background truly played a factor. We have no way of knowing now whether the school would have responded the same way had Ahmed Mohamed been Aaron Martin. But considering how many school shooters and attempted bombers have been mainstream white boys, I’m not sure why it would have turned out differently. Do we know that white boys have brought homemade clocks to school without incident in the past? How do we know it was the appearance of the boy and not the appearance of the clock that caused the alarm?

I suspect that at the heart of this whole matter are people. And people are flawed, imperfect, and prone to errors in tense, unclear situations. I know I don’t do well at sorting out the “he said, she saids” between my kids. And teenagers are prone to do and say stupid things. When the clock started beeping in the middle of class, causing it to be revealed, I’m sure more than one kid in the class would jokingly call it a bomb. It wouldn’t take much for Mohamed, knowing they weren’t serious, to sarcastically state, “yeah, sure, it’s a bomb, lame-o.” And it wouldn’t take much for anyone else in that classroom to completely miss the sarcasm (we’re awfully good at that these days) and take the whole thing seriously. Boom. Instant no-win scenario for whichever school administrator in whose lap this all suddenly landed. (Oops, perhaps “boom” is the wrong expression to use here. NOTE: I am NOT making bomb threats. I don’t even have a clock with me!)

It would be a sad situation if our insistence on Zero Tolerance policies in our schools resulted in situations where our school administrators are seen as having zero tolerance for minorities who run afoul of such policies.  But then its only to be expected. “Zero Tolerance, Zero Defense” is the catch-phrase of a new generation. No one is to be tolerated who might do anything that could be, with minimal to no evidence, judged as intolerant. And if they do, there is no allowable defense for them. They can’t be found guilty of the lesser crime of poor judgment. We must find them guilty of the worst interpretation of events we can find. This must be found to be racism, not technophobia, contradictory school policies, or misunderstanding.

And we cannot, must not, wait for the justice system to make sense of the conflicting facts and decide what is best. That moves too slowly for our instant-gratification world, and may result in an outcome we don’t like. We must try people in the court of social media immediately, using whatever evidence the prosecution wants to present, and with no allowance for cross-examination. Cross-examination, after all, is just victim-blaming, justification, hate-mongering, denial, and anti-science (especially when relying on actual science). We know what we know, and any amount of questioning or insistance on verification is simply undermining the outcome we simply know must be.

As I said, no one would want to be the one prosecuted under such a system. But that could never happen to them.

I have no idea what really happened in the case of Ahmed Mohamed.

Neither do you.

Even the people right at the epicenter of it all likely don’t. What happened is undoubtedly unfortunate and unfair. But oddly enough, that doesn’t give any of us special powers to determine with absolute clarity the truth of events we did not witness based on second- and third-hand reports we won’t be paying attention to long enough to know if they’re ultimately discredited or born out. The merciless wheels of social media justice will have moved on to crush someone else long before we truly know anything.

Round and round. But what goes around comes around.

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Evolution of a Pokemon player

Last night at one of the local Pokemon clubs my son frequents I heard one of his friends complaining that the Pokemon card game is mostly won with money–all you have to do is spend a lot of money for the right cards. He has my sympathies. As recently as a year ago–perhaps only six months ago–I thought the same. But now I found I no longer agreed with him, and found it ironic that he would say that. He was the one who seemed to have no lack of money to buy the cards he wanted for his decks, and yet I’ve yet to see him build a deck that is a serious threat to anyone he plays with.

But I had to think some more about my own transition from believing like him to my current belief that, while money still helps, it is far from the deciding factor. I have to conclude that claiming it’s all about who can spend the most is an unsophisticated position, largely based on frustration over repeatedly losing and not being able to explain why. On the surface money seems an obvious answer. But it’s not necessarily the right answer.

Pokemon, I’ve discovered over the past year, is a game that requires strategic thinking and the ability to piece together complex strategies from seemingly obscure pieces. There are a lot of different cards with different strengths, weaknesses, and abilities. The best players recognize opportunities presented  by certain cards in combination with other cards and fit them together into a coherent path to victory.

Nothing brings this home like playing in tournament against a variety of players. There are a variety of ways to win at Pokemon. The main and most obvious is to knock out your opponent’s pokemon in order to take prize cards. The player who takes all six of his/her prize cards first wins. But that’s not the only way to win. You can also win by running your opponent out of cards or by leaving him without a pokemon in play at the beginning of his turn.

In the last tournament I played in I saw all three ways to win, and decks designed to specifically bring about one or more of those contingencies. And there are numerous ways to achieve each objective. I’ve seen decks that win by knock-outs by ensuring the player gets his most powerful and tough pokemon set up and ready before their opponent can counter them. And I’ve seen decks that tie up the opponent so that he is unable to get set up at all while the player knocks out his opponent slowly. And I’ve seen both those kinds of decks backfire by running their players out of cards too quickly.

Which brings me to the next point. The best of decks still won’t win if the player is unable to play it well. Understanding of your deck and what it requires is essential. But even that is not enough. Every game is different, and most every opponent is different. The ability of the player to foresee and react to variations and difficulties can make a huge difference. Pokemon, for all its image as a “kids’ game” is a lot more like chess than many people realize. The best players are careful, methodical players, thinking on several levels at once, while balancing the random elements of the game to play the odds in their favor. You could take one of the best players, have us trade decks, and unless I gave him a terrible deck, he would probably still beat me the majority of the time.

So back to my son’s friend’s complaints. As I see it, here are the key elements in successful Pokemon play:

  • Strategy formulation (Conceiving a coherent plan to achieve victory through one of the main means)
  • Card knowledge (Awareness of what cards are available and what they can do)
  • Deck building (Collecting and balancing a legal, 60-card deck to facilitate that strategy)
  • Strategy execution (Understanding the necessary steps to initiate a strategy within a game)
  • Opponent analysis (Using all legal in-game means to determine your opponent’s deck and strategy, and identify threats to your own)
  • Deck management (Awareness of and optimizing the flow of cards during the game to ensure the needed cards at the needed times)
  • Tactical play (Analyzing the immediate game situation and making the best immediate moves to advance your strategy)
  • Improvisation (Knowing when to go off strategy to capitalize on unexpected opportunities)
  • Continual improvement (Optimizing your strategy and deck, refining them as needed, and even knowing when to toss your idea and try something new)

As I see it, money is only a factor in one element. The more I get involved in Pokemon the less I see that as a insurmountable factor. For example, right now there is one particular card that has been changing gameplay. As a result this card has become obscenely (for Pokemon) expensive and hard to obtain. It has taken a few months, but I’m beginning to notice a counter-revolution of sorts. Lately I’ve begun to see new deck ideas that don’t rely on that card, and in fact often use inexpensive cards that have been overlooked for several sets. It’s the Dr. Malcolm “Nature finds a way” phenomenon.

That’s not to say Pokemon doesn’t cost money. It does. But the smart players know how to get the most for their investment, and it’s not always pursuing the hottest new cards. A player could conceivably spend $1000 to buy all the best cards and still get their butt kicked on a regular basis. I won’t deny money is a factor, but it’s not the most important one by a long shot.

Which brings me to another doting parent moment: Most all of this I have learned from my son, though much of it probably isn’t even something he could consciously explain. He’s the one with the instinctive mind for this. What brought me from siding with his friend to my current evaluation is the result of my finally allowing him to teach me how to really play. It’s been an interesting trip.

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Book Review – Janitors: Heroes of the Dustbin, by Tyler Whitesides

The final book in Tyler Whitesides’ “Janitors” series is out. “Heroes of the Dustbin” picks up where “Strike of the Sweepers” left off, with Spencer, Daisy, Dez and gang in deep doo-doo. The witches, who they had hoped would set everything right, have returned, but they are only interested in taking over. The odds were already stacked against the Rebel Janitors, but with the witches and the BEM combined against them, things are looking bleak. And now Rebel janitors are disappearing.

Whitesides finishes the series in fine form, throwing in plenty of twists and turns while presenting readers with even more magical cleaning supplies. One of my sons had a discussion afterward about which of all the various glopified supplies we most wished were real, and we had a really hard time deciding. They’re all highly cool and useful!

Pretty much all the threads are tied up (I can’t think of any that aren’t) in this book, and Whitesides says he has no plans for sequels or companion novels. I was satisfied with the ending–as satisfied as I could be, knowing there won’t be any more. And the ending is a doozy. While I saw many other twists coming, there’s no way I could have seen that one.

It’s hard to discuss the book without giving away spoilers for others, so I’ll just say it was a fitting end to a fun series my kids and I have enjoyed reading through the years. It’s aimed at middle grade readers, but the younger YA set will find it fun as well. My boys have re-read the books several times. I can’t speak for all parents (I’ve been a janitor, and was raised by janitors), but I had a lot of fun with these books as well.

Whitesides finds a good mix of action, tension, humor, and coolness. His setting is very much urban fantasy with emphasis on the fantastic, but within the concept he keeps everything consistent, and everything fits nicely across the series. Either he was really good at planning in advance or he’s really good at retrofitting his ideas to fit into what’s gone before, but I was impressed at how well the setting and plot holds together across five novels.

If you haven’t read the Janitors books yet, I’d recommend them. And if you have been following the series thus far you probably don’t need me to tell you to get this last book. For me the only questions that remain are these: What’s Whitesides going to do next, and where do I buy a copy?

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Forward to the past

I can’t even remember where I read it any more, but someone raised an interesting point about the direction our society has gone. A few hundred years ago people were regularly fighting duels over honor and slights against it. If you insulted someone you could wind up in a sword or pistol duel that could cost you your life.

But then we progressed as a civilization and dueling has gone out of fashion. People learned to ignore offenses and go on with their lives instead of trying to end someone else’s.

Now, however, as we continue to progress we’re starting to backslide. If someone says something offensive these days there are hoards of people ready to take offense, even if it wasn’t directed at them. And while it’s probably good news that they don’t challenge the offender to a duel to avenge their honor, I’m not sure it’s much of an improvement that they instead gather the screaming hoards and destroy the person across a thousand websites.

I have to wonder if bringing back dueling wouldn’t actually make us a more civil society again. It costs very little assassinate a person’s character online. But if such actions carried the very real risk of bodily harm I suspect many people would think twice. I’m not advocating a return to dueling, mind you. I just can’t help but wonder if, by making character assassination so cheap, easy, and free of consequence we aren’t setting ourselves up for a worse world than what we claim to have advanced beyond.

Instead we are falling headlong into a culture where everyone feels entitled to judge everyone else, to assign the most sinister motives to the slightest action or word, rally the ruffians of rhetoric, and crucify a person over something that is really none of their business. And because there is strength and safety in numbers, no amount of backlash is going to dissuade them, because none of them suffers any personal cost. You can say anything you want, so long as you’ve got your posse backing you up.

If someone had to back up their words in a duel, even if it were with Nerf swords, I suspect they’d be less inclined to spout them in the first place. But no, we don’t do that sort of thing any more. We’re much too civilized.

Funny how today’s civilization looks so much like yesterday’s barbarism, only by different means. Might, it seems, still makes right. Funny how the Modern Age still seems rather Dark.

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Could Lindsey have found my number?

I believe I’ve said before that Lindsey Stirling has a lot of potential, but for now her music just doesn’t do it for me…yet? Well, she’s getting closer. Granted, this new video of hers is a collaboration in a lot of ways, but it’s quite possibly the best work I’ve seen produced under her brand. It would be interesting to know how much of this was her creative vision. Hard to say from just watching, but it fits her brand very well. (Yes, one of the curses of having an MBA is that you see the world in terms of branding.)

Anyway, it’s cute, it’s catchy, and I like it. Your mileage may vary, but here it is:

Oh, and always eat your vegetables–though I’ve yet to have one affect me like that.

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Last surviving 9/11 rescue dog honored

After 9/11 around 100 rescue dogs helped look for survivors, and then for remains. Bretagne, a golden retriever, was one of those, and today is that last one still alive. She was two at the time, and it was her first assignment. For her sixteenth birthday New York City rolled out the red carpet.

So many lost their lives that day, and so many more came together to help put things back together again. They all deserve our thanks and respect.

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Review: The King’s English

My wife and I had some just-us time recently, and after a lunch date downtown we realized we were not far from The King’s English Bookshop. I’d never been there, but my wife was there for a book-signing last year and has been suggesting we should go back. So thanks to a helpful cafe employee with a smartphone we got directions and set out to find it.

Tucked into a Salt Lake City neighborhood near Sugarhouse, the store is a meandering adventure in squeezing more bookshelves into what was probably a house at one time. It doesn’t have sections so much as rooms, and each is a mish-mash of familiar names and titles, local authors, and completely unknown or obscure writers and books.

What sets the bookstore apart from most all others, however, is the staff recommendations. The people who work there are readers–avid readers, from the look of things–and each has tagged books throughout the store with recommendations. I would imagine that if you are a regular customer you would soon learn which staff member has tastes most similar to your own, and in time you’d likely follow their recommendations religiously.

They’re also connected. While we were there I noticed a placard on a shelf beneath some books that my boys both love. The placard was a little cryptic, but it sounded like there was some sort of event coming up. Fortunately one of the staff saw my interest and confusion and explained. The author of the books was coming from Australia for a book tour, and The King’s English had secured him for an event. We are seriously considering going. How often would we get a chance like that?

The book signing my wife attended last year was for the president of the Humane Society of the United States. To my knowledge he didn’t speak or sign anywhere else in the Salt Lake area, and we have a lot of Barnes & Nobles in the area. It appears that The King’s English is a big red dot on the literary map.

I’m also interested in their commitment to promoting local writers, considering I plan to be one.

Salt Lake has several independent bookstores but, truth be told, they tend to echo the B&N mentality–books as commodities, get lots, sell lots. The atmosphere is different at The King’s English. These are people who know and love books. They are truly “The Shop Around the Corner” to many others’ “Fox Books”. I only wish they were closer and easier to get to. Coming from Sandy, it’s hard to justify the extra trip. But we intend to justify it more often.

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Writing update – September 2015

Well, I just completed a significant edit of “The Minstrel of Fallowfield” (still not thrilled with the title, but I’ve got to call it something), the fourth book I wrote. As I feared, it’s much harder to tell what’s missing than to identify what’s wrong with what’s there. It still seems like I should pump up the tension somehow, but I’m not sure where or how I would do it.

I’ve said it before: editing is hard.

I think there are still a few more tweaks I’d like to make to it, but before long I’m going to need to be able to hand it off to some beta readers and see if they can tell me what’s missing. I think this is my best novel yet. I’d like to know what others think.

The next question is what to do next. I could go back and revise/reread my latest novel and see if it’s as bad as I remember and/or if it can be saved. Or I can move forward an start writing something new. My teen paranormal romance remains unwritten. It’s either that or the trilogy I hope to make my magnum opus and professional debut. I still don’t think I’m ready for that. I lack the depth as a writer to do it the justice I know it demands.

In other, related news, if you missed my crowing on Facebook the other day, my short story I submitted for a contest to select one story to be included in Michael J. Sullivan’s sixth Riyria novel coming out in November has made it past the first cut. I’m one of fifteen authors who managed not to lose him in the first page. It’s a little unclear if there will be a short list before the final selection, but I’m pleased to have made it this far. I can take a great deal of satisfaction in knowing that I don’t totally stink as a writer. Okay, it may even mean more than that, seeing as there were 176 entries. In any case, I’m taking it as a good sign and encouragement to keep going.

If I hear more, you’ll likely hear it. It’ll be that high-pitched Squeeeeeeeee! sound. I don’t hold much hope for being the story selected–there’s too much subjectivity in a final selection. But even to make the next round, if there is one, would be too awesome for words.

UPDATE: The same day this was posted I received notification that my story was not selected. But I got some extensive feedback, and hopefully I can take as much comfort in what they didn’t call out as what they did.

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