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Among the most important tools to me as a writer are my hands. One of those hands was dang near ruined in a flag football game yesterday. Lets forget for a moment that my skills have eroded to the point where I am a below average baller. Lets also forget that I am old and lazy and preoccupied with Shadowrun. The injury wasn’t because of any of that. The person whose flag I grabbed was wearing shorts with pockets and my finger wound up in a pocket and finally in a brace. I cannot say how long I will be in this state, but it has curtailed my ability to write to the extreme.

I am trying to cope, but as I began, The hands are very important to my livelihood, and with drafts due, this is going to be a bit tougher of a writing holiday than I thought.

Not a lot left in the tank. Messed up my hand pretty bad so i am pecking at the keys. need to stop before i injure it more

Demarco Cousins is a highly talented NBA basketball player who has no idea how to act in the spotlight. He has been suspended from his ball club indefintely, giving up millions in contract and endorsement money. He isn’t alone. Most notably The head of the CIA was recently busted for having an affair with his biographer. All the media was asking why these people and those like them, with so much going well for them, would make a mistake like that. Why, in other words, would they deem to be human?

Anne Hathaway, recent victim of a so-called wardrobe malfunction, was prodded and basically clowned by an newsman in regards to her privates being accidentally exposed. She was in a vulnerable situation and was taken advantage of.  Her response says it all, “”It kind of made me sad on two accounts. One was that I was very sad that we live in an age when someone takes a picture of another person in a vulnerable moment and rather than delete it–and do the decent thing–sells it. And I’m sorry that we live in a culture that commodifies sexuality of unwilling participants, which brings us back to ‘Les Mis,’ that’s what my character is, she is someone who is forced to sell sex to benefit her child because she has nothing and there’s no social safety net.”

We have this expectation for the people who we see in the public spotlight to somehow be more than human. When they are not we make every effort to make them appear as less than human. This is the classic high school mentality on a national scale. I wish I understiid why it happens.

The family will be here soon and with them all the joy and spontaneity that Christmas is supposed to bring. I can’t help but feeling that this is a last Christmas for us all. It has nothing to do with the ‘coming apocalypse’ and everything to do with the changing state of our family unit. The kids are getting older and the uncles and aunts are so far flung that it is difficult for everyone to gather with any consistency. I suspect the next year’s holidays will be spent in Iowa. I also suspect we will not be going. My wife and I have no desire to return to her state of raising. That place is mad gray.

If the holidays end up in Colorado, as they have before, we will surely attend. Flying would be too costly, but the distance is close enough to drive over the course of a day or two. We can make a fun road trip out of it; maybe we can even use the event to move into a different vehicle!

Perhaps the biggest part of my concern is that the kids are quickly losing interest in the traditions. They are all about running around and video games and what they can get from people. There isn’t a large sense of tradition or deep family values in them, and that is on us. They love being around family and being together, but so far as understanding what that all means, they are lost.

Maybe I expect too much from them. Don’t parents always expect too much?

I’ve been writing about Shadowrun professionally and otherwise for near on twenty years now. Given the game’s focus on events stemming from 12/21/12, I think that makes me a bit of an expert on the subject. As the self-appointed expert on the end of the world I want to say this: Regardless of what we say about the validity of the date and the Mayan calendar, the end of the world isn’t meant to be a one-day toss off. The date marks the official end of what they called the 5th world. The 6th world is another experience entirely, one fraught with new enemies and perils. Some of those threats have been fictionalized while others are directly reflected in scientific reports such as the Global Trends 2030 report. That report speaks of so-called black swans, dangerous but extremely rare phenomena that might cause huge problems. I think the swans are the thing we need to worry about, and they are the reason that the 6th world is when the world begins to end–at least as we know it.

I’ll be writing about these threats at length, but the one I think bears thinking about first is the idea of solar flares. Given the highly fragile state of our electronic ecosystem, an emp producing flare could toss the world into major upheaval. We don’t have a solution or any public preparedness for such an event. If we lose even a dozen key satellites to fire from the sky, our already damaged financial systems will kick into a much higher level of chaos.

Just something to think about at on the eve of the end of the world…

The Age of Sanchez is over, and the age of Tebow is not going to begin. It seems an unknown named McElroy has won the heart and mind of Coach Ryan, and the storied Jets march towards irrelevance with their heads slung low. I know how they feel in a limited sense. My only college season was an 0-10-1 debacle, and my latest Fantasy Football efforts led me to a 2-11 record. I’ve even fallen out of contention with the boys in Bristol. Still, I ain’t no Sancheeze.

I’m ending the wire’s business as usual, because I lost touch with football a bit this season. I missed it the entire off season and then came back and stunk up the joint in fantasy. The fact is, I didn’t do my research. I’m correcting that over the next few weeks with an intense game by game breakdown. I’ll limit the intensity and number to what I can safely cram inside of ten minutes. This week I want to look at the only playoff race that matter (to me). I’ll start with the Giants (after which my 8-9 FB team is named) and their foes the Ravens.

Giants over Ravens
I call it like I want it and like I see it. What I see is a depleted Ravens Linebacker corps that already had trouble stopping the run. With another LB out for the season and a rested Ahmed Bradshaw likely to play, I like the Giants chances to control the ball on the ground. I also like their chances to eliminate the passing offense now that Torrey Smith is ruled out. Flacco is not elite, and that truth will enable the Giants to put another man in the box while leaving Boley isolated on Pitta (resurgent over the last few weeks). That situation will help the G-men slow down a big time rushing attack and early scoring may force Flacco to take it to the air, where he has been inept as of late. The win puts the G-men halfway to the wildcard and completely at the mercy of the other two legit threats in the division. One of those threats has a tough match up ahead.

NO over Cowboys
Dallas has the secondary to slow down a legit Brees offense. Is the NO attack legit? Sometimes. I believe they do not like the Cowboys and especially do not like the idea that they are irrelevant and expected by many to get beat up. This is not going to happen now and not again for the rest of the season. The Saints have a great deal to prove to themselves and the proof starts now. This is going to be a spread offense attack. NO is going to test the corners and with them spread out, they are going to strike hard on the inside with the two brilliant tight ends at their disposal. Expect to see a two wide two tight formation on occasion and a lot of 4 wide with a TE as a 5th receiver. It is going to be a little too much for the hurting ‘Boys late in the game.

It turns out I do my best thinking when watching TV. I think there is something about reflecting on pop culture that allows me to frame my thoughts against a backdrop of what is and what is perceived. Today I was watching Royal Pains while cobbling together a draft for a Shadowrun project. The combination seems unlinked, but both were focused on the idea of tradition. It made me think about tradition, the talisblog, and why we continue to due things in certain ways.

When I was a sociology student I heard a professor remark, “Tradition is what makes us human.” Even then I was floored by the inaccuracy of the statement. Animals have traditions and routine that are even more engrained than our own. My dog for one goes to the bathroom in the same handful of places in the same routine every day. This is his tradition. He is not human. I don’t see how what he does is any different then gathering at a church for a wedding or lighting the christmas tree. These traditions are steeped in history and memory. They are talismans built to ward off the idea of chaos. Like the church, they exist to maintain social order, but I argue that social disorder is in fact what makes us human. The ability to break from tradition and to form counter-traditional arguments is what separates us from the other animals of the earth.

Nearly every kids film about animals is about this core concept. The animals, steeped in tradition and routine (yes, there are subtle differences that I will not have time to discuss) are faced with an individual who wants to break from tradition. This is either the protagonist and the antagonist and the plot itself shapes around the changes that take place as a result of the break from tradition. The beauty of this structure is that it realizes the core concept of humanity. It teaches our youth that they can in fact break from tradition to forge their own way. This is done in front of parents who, in every other instance, are quick to say ‘do as you are told’.

I think tradition is important, not because it makes us human, but it makes us a society. All society is formed on tradition, and though new traditions are born and old ones are modified, tradition remains the thread that holds us together.

I’ve heard that once you replace yourself you’ve done your job on this planet. Well, there. I replaced myself in a couple different ways. I generated three boys to replicate my boyness. Then I helped to put R(squared) out there in the writing world, effectively replacing myself as a writer. So, yeah I’m done. What shall I do next?

Seriously, I have been thinking about that idea of replacement and wondering about my contribution to the writing world. I’ve written a few things, but nothing so substantial as to be called lasting fiction. When I think of myself in the teaching vein I know that there are a few writers who I affected positively. When I think about myself as a writer, I point to the journey. I know that I am headed for 6 or so really great books. There are going to be stories along the way and progress made towards the eventual goal of a lasting impact. I am at the point where I can visualize it and, like a true outliner, see the steps needed in order to get there.

Some Thoughts:

1. Terrible football season in every way so far. My fantasy team was a disappointment, my college team slipped, my Giants are slipping, and yes, I am a Jet fan. With this level of failure it has to get better next year. If there is a next year… When you’re looking to Tebow as a saviour you know things have begun to stink.
2. Speaking of football, I missed the game this week in order to play laser tag. I gotta practice for next week’s game, because I am still having a tough time tracking the deep ball in the air. I don’t know what that is about.
3. Samsung’s new SIII commercial where the kids make a video and then mom makes a naughty video is funny. Watching them map that same sequence unto a santa commercial is hilarious.
4. I haven’t done a lot of these thoughts in a while. This is not to say I am not thinking, but to say I am not writing down much of what I think.
5. I actually stepped back and considered my bookcase today. I have two full size Ikea bookshelves and three half-sized cases. The shelves are filled with books 2-deep. This means I really do have an astounding number of books. I’ve read most of them.

Watching A.D. Adrian Peterson come back after a terrible knee injury and reconstructive surgery to lead the league in rushing–on a record setting pace–is a clear indication that I don’t work nearly as hard enough as a should. Not many people do. Back in 2008 Time magazine published an article about a Lazy Gene. I for one took the research with a grain of salt, but at the same time I know full well that once I am comfortable or doing something I find myself locked into a ritual of non-movement. Now that it is severely affecting my parenting, I know that I need to do something–anything–to get that body in full range motion again.

It is important to recognize that change comes slowly. The more difficult the change, the longer it takes. A super carrier at sea cannot spin around quickly, because there is a lot of mass to turn. Likewise, a person who has been one way for so long cannot suddenly become the other way. It too takes time.

I think that message is more for me than any others, because I am the person who always expects change to come overnight, and when it does not it is easy to become discouraged.

Next fall I’ll be teaching a series of books in my SOC/RDG LC that focus on serial killers and mass shooters. Though it is not abnormal psych, I want to get at the social conditions that contribute to people behaving in this manner. I also want to have a very frank conversation about what to do about these things, what kind of society we want to be a part of, and what freedom really means.

So much is being made of the shooter and his reasoning, as though we can rationalize past this. We cannot. We also cannot seek to control society in any reasonable way to prevent outliers from wanting to do this. This was not spontaneous. This was not triggered by video game play. In fact, violence is highly social in nature and can be traced back to an offender’s social roots. Worst still, the offenders are often suffering from undiagnosed mental illness.

So we cannot stop a shooter, but we can minimize the shooting if we control the access to weapons. W.P. Kamau, a comedian on FX, recently joked about how we need to have mental condition questions. He quipped, “Do you ever wish a nigga would?” Funny but true. We do not restrict the undiagnosed unbalanced from getting weapons. I don’t know that we even question the purpose of a gun purchase at the register.

I don’t have the answers. I know that the conversation needs to be had. Notably, there was a similar school attack in China hours before the U.S. tragedy. The attacker could not get a  gun and attacked instead with a knife. 22 students were injured and none died. The difference? Gun Control.

I don’t want to be China, but that doesn’t mean that everything they do is wrong.