Saturday, April 23, 2011

Kara v. Book #2: Kara Jean and the Library

It is a well documented fact that I (species Kara of the genus jean), when observed in my natural habitat, will exhibit the instinctive behavior of packing the walls, floors, and occasionally ceilings of my den with large quantities of books.

While the orthodox view attributes this act solely to the pursuit of knowledge and entertainment (both which require actual reading of the books) recent studies have indicated that these paper bond objects can impart a sense of comfort and warmth to those near them, even if forever left unread. Occasionally they are even used as bedding material.


The books may be gathered from any source: bookstores, used bookstores, garage sales, estate sales, occasionally the side of the road. However, the greatest hauls seem to derive from a single source, chosen for it's availability, easy access, and low cost:

The library.

One summer in college it was observed that a collection of over 50 library books (carrying with them over $70 in fines) had amassed in my den. It took two crates to haul them back to the library once classes began.

And so, not unexpectedly, one of the first things I said to my mom upon arriving home for my medical leave, right after "I love you" and before, "What's for dinner?" was, "Can I borrow your library card?"

She gave me a look and reluctantly handed it over.

Mwahaha.

Library haul April 2011

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Early spring in Minnesota (but mostly just an excuse to post more pictures of creatures)

It was 60 degrees and sunny in Minneapolis today, and so, being the good Minnesotan that I am, I decided to take a walk by the lake.

Sometimes I think God gave our great state so many lakes so that Minnesotans would have one nice thing to look at in early spring. This is not the most flattering of times for the northern climes (yay cheesy rhyme!). Roads and boulevards are encrusted with dirt and talc residue left from winter saltings. Leaves don't emerge until late April. And the new grass has to fight through the peat bog seal of dead leaves and mold left over from the fall.


And so, on the first 60 degree day of the year, people and animals alike converge on the lake, the first bastion of color among the grays and browns of spring.


The waterfowl were out in droves at the new drainage pond by Lake Calhoun, some of which let me take photos.



Peekaboo!

Hey there, cutie

A mallard and his wake

A white heron, hunting fish and proving that awkward  really is beautiful

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Creatures of my bedroom

A few days ago I found a wasp in my room.

It seemed cruel to kill her. A late spring is finally dawning in Minnesota after one of the coldest winters in recent memory, and any summertime bug with the tenacity to survive that doesn't deserve a helpless death under the weight of a rolled up newspaper. I took out my camera, and she, sensing her cue, posed in a ray of sunlight and let me take pictures while she removed a piece of lint from her back leg.



The next day I found her curled into the carpeting, dead.

A few nights later I noticed a dark spot exploring the crevices of my ceiling. It was a little spider, running her nightly laps - up the corner, across the ceiling, back down the wall and over again. There was something endearing in her frantic pacing. What might this hyperactive insect be looking for, or running from, or trying to forget?

She also got her glamour shot.



As far as I know she is still alive, exploring the space behind my walls. I just hope she doesn't get eaten by a centipede.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

My frustrations with the current state of healthcare, summarized in a four-line dialogue

[Elevator music]

[Elevator music]

[Elevator music]

[Telephone ringing]

PHARMACIST: Hello this is Michael, how can I help you?

ME: Hi, I picked up a new prescription from you yesterday and I'm calling to ask if it has any gluten-containing ingredients?

PHARMACIST: Sure, I can check that for you, one second.

[Elevator music]

[Elevator music]

PHARMACIST: Hello? Yeah, so I did a quick Google search on your prescription and a few websites say it's gluten-free so you should be good to go.


Yargh!!!!

Thursday, February 24, 2011

A decidedly unscientific study on the patterns and prevalence of Jane Austen knock-off fiction at an average Border's Bookstore

Have you ever had this experience?

You are browsing the fiction section of a chain bookstore, searching for some saucy page-turner of a novel that has just enough literary chops to maintain your street cred, only to find yourself confronted by novel after cheesy novel on that saucy and yet oh-so-literary hunk of a fictional man known commonly as Mr. Darcy?

Are Mr. Darcy and his Colin Firth-esque abs really poised to conquer the literary world?

To answer this question, I conducted an informal study at the Border's Bookstore near Ridgedale mall in Minnetonka, Minnesota. Browsing the fiction section from A to Z, I photographed every book I could find that appeared to be based on Jane Austen or her literature. Once home, I examined the photos and compiled a list of all the titles and authors.

In all, I found 38 different books (47 copies total) by 20 individual authors*. This is a surprisingly manageable number - it probably would take me only a year to read them all. (For anyone looking for one of those "accomplish something ridiculous in a year" blog subjects, here you go - I don't think I'm ready to make that sacrifice)  Interestingly, only one dude was represented among the 20 authors, a certain Wayne Josephson, who writes about Emma and her classic struggles with vampires.

Now if I wanted to be really scientific about this I would have counted (or at least estimated) the total number of books in the fiction section of that particular Borders to get an idea of the Total Fraction of Literature this represented (TFoL being a crucial metric in the field of computational literature). Believe me, I considered it. Strongly. But, mimicking my attitude towards most aspects of my thesis project, I decided it was just too much work. Meh.

To examine the content spread in these novels - get inside the mind of the typical Jane Austen knock-off reader, if you will - I went through each book and tallied the number of times that specific words or motifs appeared in the titles. I even put my scientific skills to use and made a chart!

What do women want? Mr. Darcy, obviously.
Clearly, Mr. Darcy reigns supreme. But did that really come as a shock to anyone?

We can draw some additional conclusions from the data:
  • For those who believe that Elizabeth was only into Mr. Darcy for his giant house, here is evidence to the contrary: the word Pemberley occurred less than 20% as frequently as did Mr. Darcy.
  • A successful relationship with a fictional man requires both mental and physical compatability: words of sexual tension (temptation, obsession, desire) occurred just as frequently as those of romance (loving, dancing, holding).
  • Fictional relationships are most successful when post-coital blood sucking is involved: titles including mentions of the occult (zombies, vampires, phantoms) occurred just as often as those invoking Jane Austen herself.
Using these criteria, the award of Most Characteristically Awesome Title has to go to a novel by the name of "Vampire Darcy's Desire" by Regina Jeffers.

TCAA winner
Mr. Darcy, vampires, AND sex? Whoa, baby. I couldn't resist a peak inside this particular masterpiece.

"Marshaling any arguments against the determined curve of his lips seemed fruitless"
Points also to Amanda Grange for invoking Olde English and spelling vampire with a "y":

Vam-pyre?
I also couldn't resist a sneak peak into Mr. Darcy's personal diary, also transcribed by one Amanda Grange:

"I had not known, till I heard this, how far my feelings had gone. The idea of Elizabeth marrying Mr. Collins was mortifying, and painful in a way I had not imagined. I quickly rallied." Oh, Mr. Darcy, I can feel the passion in your voice.
I, for one, have already chosen a title for my next Jane Austen knock-off novel:

Mr. Darcy's Zombie Nightmare Wedding at Pemberley

It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?

*Full data set available. Please e-mail the author for access.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Artemis Conquers!

 I wrote a Haiku in honor of all the snowbound bicycles in Boston:

Bicycles float over
crumbling snowpiles; ships
beached after a flood.

Intrepid Artemis!