Lord of Light

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Lord of Light, by Roger Zelazny (1967) – Reading a classic Sci-Fi novel is a pleasure and a challenge. A pleasure for obvious reasons. The challenge can be reading from the right perspective. This one doesn’t spoon feed you any information. It starts off near the end and goes back in time. You have to let it all wash over you for awhile until it starts coming together. It tells you the story of this alien world where Earthlings colonized. They have reincarnation technology, and the world is ruled by Hindu gods who are very real. The population lives fairly technology-free. Must be at least a few centuries back in it’s structure. Fascinating stuff.

It’s a good book. I really enjoyed it. It’s different than anything modern I’ve read because it’s too short. You have lots of questions at the end and you know there isn’t anymore. If it was written now it would be a series of tomes spanning the centuries on this world, mining all the possible details of it’s history and politics, and not just one small book of only 261 pages. It’s more like an exploration of an idea. No need to overthink the whole mess. Get in there, tell a good story and then move on. I find it refreshing really.

Memorial Video

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Here is the video from the memorial. (If someone can tell me the singer’s name I will be grateful). I apologize for the crappy quality and for the fact that the sound becomes a little disconnected from the video as it goes along. But you can still enjoy the silly moment at the end of the song (~15 seconds from the end of the video). Oh sweet serendipity.

Edited to add: From my friend, Rob Witmer, via FB: “Tim Symons at the keyboard, Eric Jensen singing beautifully, as usual. A beautiful tribute.”

Some Enchanted Evening

Kurchta

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My best friend from high school, Kurchta, got very sick a few months back. Thanks to FB and social media options I was able to follow along as the story of events was told on an online journal kept by her wonderful wife, Faith. I was devastated to learn that she passed away this morning. In my usual fashion, I will exercise my grief by digging through every box of photos I can find, for pictures of her, and add them to an online album here: