A PIZZA-A-DAY AND OTHER WEIRD ACTIVITIES

So here's the thing: Cyn's gone for the next twelve days at Vermont College, where she is teaching at the summer residency in the Master's program in Writing for Children and Young Adults. This means that, for the duration, (i) I do not have to cook and (ii) if I choose to cook, it can be things that Cyn does not eat.

Which means pizza. (Or, possibly, steak. But this post is about pizza).

Now, having grown up in Chicago, I'm somewhat spoiled by pizza: In addition to great neighborhood places like Golden Crust (on Kedzie - when I was growing up, they had the best thin crust ever), there are the more famous deep-dish and stuffed places, like Uno's (and, of course, Due), Lou Malnati's, Gino's East, and Giordano's.

Austin does not have such a grand pizza pedigree, although there are a number of more than passable places. So I'm going to try them all. In the course of the next ten days.

Oh. And I'll also be making my own (deep dish, of course)...

Stay tuned for details.

THE DAY-GLO BROTHERS

THE DAY-GLO BROTHERS: THE TRUE STORY OF BOB AND JOE SWITZER'S BRIGHT IDEAS AND BRAND-NEW COLORS, by Chris Barton, ill. by Tony Persiani (Charlesbridge 2009). In this stunning picture book, Chris Barton presents the true story of the two brothers who invented the now uniquitous "day-glo" colors: an amazing tale of perseverance, hard work, and how one's dreams can take one on different and unexpectedly satisfying paths.

Persiani's illustrations offer a bright and charming accompaniment to the story arc, as they begin in a drab black-and-white world and (vaguely reminiscent of movie of The Wizard of Oz) ultimately culminate in one filled with the fluorescent colors we know today .

Paluxysaurus vs. pleurocoelus vs. sauroposeidon

By now (and by the mercy of Divine Providence) the Texas legislature (aka, the Lege [pronounced like "ledge"]) has left town (unfortunately, however, they didn't finish all the stuff they were supposed to, so they might be coming back); ordinarily, however, we would be free of them for another two years.

During their session, however, among their other important duties, they did manage to sneak a change into the designation of the Official Dinosaur of the State of Texas (which now goes to the governor for signature).

Apparently, back in 1997, paleontologists discovered some bones near Glen Rose, Texas, which they dated to the early Cretaceous. Glen Rose, of course, is the site of the famous dinosaur trackways (sauropod, theropod, and ornithopod) that are on display at the American Museum of Natural History in New York (No, not all the tracks are there; some are at the Texas Memorial Museum on the UT campus and others remain in the Paluxy River in what is now Dinosaur Valley State Park).

The 1997 bones, which were put on display at the Fort Worth Museum of Science and History, were attributed to "pleurocoelus," a brachiosaur-type sauropod which was originally discovered somewhere out East in the early twentieth century ("pleurocoelus" is now considered by some to be a "waste-basket" taxon, meaning that it's a genus folks just "dump" dinosaurs in when they don't know how else to categorize them). The 1997 Texas legislature, in their infinite wisdom, nevertheless named pleurocoelus the state dinosaur.

Recently, however, paleontologists discovered that the Texas bones they had called "pleurocoelus" are in fact an entirely new (hitherto undiscovered) genus they have called "paluxysaurus," after the Paluxy River; it, too, is apparently related to brachiosaurus. Consequently, and because that which we call a rose would smell as sweet, the Lege stripped pleurocoelus of its august status and designated paluxysaurus the state dinosaur in its place.

Okay. Sure.

But.

There's also (apparently*) the possibility that the tracks were made not by the dinosaur whose bones are now called "paluxysaurus," but by an even larger brachiosaurid called "sauroposeidon." (Poseidon was also god of earthquakes).

And doesn't "sauroposeidon" sound way cooler than either pleurocoelus or paluxysaurus?

Sadly, however, actual sauroposeidon fossils have been found only in Oklahoma (and I believe is, or is soon to be, on display at the Sam Noble Museum of Natural History in Norman)...

But did I mention it's the biggest dinosaur ever found in North America?

Paluxysaurus jonesii. Sauroposeidon proteles. Not even close.

UPDATE: Governor Perry signed the bill, making it official.

*See e.g., Holtz et al., Dinosaurs (Random House 2007).

THE DEMON'S LEXICON

THE DEMON'S LEXICON, by Sarah Rees Brennan (McElderry 2009). Sixteen year old Nick and his older brother Alan (and their insane mother) have been on the run from demon-calling magicians ever since their father died eight years ago. Keeping mostly to themselves, they're used to packing up and moving at a moment's notice.

But when Alan agrees to help Jamie and Mae (a brother and sister from Nick's school) remove demon "marks" that mean almost certain death, the brothers are drawn into troubles not their own. And as they help the pair, Nick becomes aware that maybe he hasn't been told the truth about his own past...

THE DEMON'S LEXICON is a terrific read, rich in atmosphere and wit. Best of all, the relationships between and among the pairs of siblings are thoughtfully constructed (to explore what it means to be family), without stinting on either horror, action, or suspense.

Handy Guide to Who Owns Whom

Keeping track of which imprint belongs to which publisher makes one feel a little like Danny Kaye in THE COURT JESTER trying to keep track of whether the pellet with the poison's in the vessel with the pestle, the flagon with the dragon, or the chalice from the palace. But here's my best effort:

Note 1: Corporate parent is in bold, US publishing subsidiary or affiliate in parentheses, imprints below.

Note 2: I have omitted some imprints (e.g., paperback reprint-only imprints or imprints that don't do novels and sometimes unintentionally) and have included some that may be defunct but which may still appear on books.

Bertelsmann AG (Random House)
Alfred A. Knopf Books for Young Readers
David Fickling Books
Delacorte Press Books for Young Readers
Random House Books for Young Readers
Wendy Lamb Books

Bloomsbury Publishing PLC (Bloomsbury USA)
Bloomsbury
Walker and Company

CBS Corporation (Simon & Schuster)
Aladdin Paperbacks
Atheneum Books for Young Readers
Margaret K. McElderry Books
Paula Wiseman Books
Simon and Schuster Books for Young Readers
Simon Pulse

Egmont (DK)(Egmont USA)
Egmont

Houghton Mifflin Company (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt)
Clarion
Houghton-Mifflin Books for Children
Harcourt

La Martiniere Groupe (Abrams Books)
Abrams Books for Young Readers
Amulet

Lagardere Groupe, Hachette Livre (Hachette Book Group)
Little, Brown & Co. Books for Young Readers

News Corporation (HarperCollins)
Amistad
Balzer and Bray
Bowen Press (defunct)
Eos
Greenwillow Books
HarperCollins
HarperTeen
Katherine Tegen Books
Morrow Junior Books (defunct)

Pearson PLC (Penguin Group USA)
Dial
Dutton
Firebird
G.P. Putnam's Sons Books for Young Readers
Philomel
Razorbill
Viking

Scholastic, Inc.
Arthur A. Levine Books
Scholastic Press
Orchard

Verlagsgruppe Georg von Holtzbrinck (Macmillan US)
Farrar, Strauss and Giroux
Feiwel and Friends
Henry Holt
Roaring Brook
  First Second
  Neal Porter Books
Starscape/Tor

Walker Books UK (Candlewick Press)
Candlewick Press

Walt Disney Co. (Hyperion Books)
Disney Hyperion
Hyperion
Hyperion Miramax

THE BATTLE OF THE RED HOT PEPPER WEENIES

THE BATTLE OF THE RED HOT PEPPER WEENIES, by David Lubar (Starscape 2009)(ages 8 and up). In his fourth Weenies collection, Lubar delivers another set of often funny, sometimes gross, and occasionally creepy Twilight Zonish short stories. From red hot pepper battles to spooky amusement park rides to mysterious things that will eat you in the night (and more), the new Weenies stories are guaranteed to amaze and horrify! (Okay, that might be a bit too much of the hyperbole, but WEENIES is a great read; and especially now that summer is upon us, the stories feel like they were absolutely meant to be read around a guttering campfire deep in the woods...) .

Congratulations all!

Congratulations to the UT class of 2009!

Go here to see a video of the fireworks at the Main Building.

Star Trek '09

So we finally went to see it tonight.

Wow.

And it was, well, Star Trek. In a good way.

No, really.

Yes, okay, there are a couple quibbles I have with treatment of canon (I wouldn't be a Star Trek fan without them :-)), but I think some of them might be ironed out in the next movie (and even if some of them aren't, I might be okay with that :-)).

But, really, on the whole, it's absolutely fantastic and it's the first movie in about twenty years that I want to see again in the theater. Maybe even IMAX.

Good work, people.

Live long and prosper.

Star Trek III: The Search for Spock

Enterprise, crippled after its encounter with Khan, limps back home to Space Dock in orbit above earth. There will, of course, have to be an official inquiry while they decide whether it's worth it to send Enterprise to the body shop or just pay out blue book value. Thus, the crew is given unpaid leave (or something) and told to wait. Scotty, however, is reassigned to Excelsior, where he is to help out with something called "transwarp" drive.

Meanwhile, Kirk goes back home and gets a visit from Spock's father, Ambassador Sarek, played terrifically (as always) by Mark Lenard. It seems that Spock is only mostly dead: he left his katra (spirit/soul) with McCoy who is having an allergic reaction thereto and trying to charter starships to take him back to the Genesis planet (which incidentally is now off limits).

So Kirk et al decide to steal Enterprise and take it back to the Genesis planet and try to reunite Spock's katra with his body. There is, of course, the small problem that they're in space dock and even if they make it to the Genesis planet, the science vessel Grissom is on station and it is revealed that the technology is unstable, which will eventually cause the planet to explode. Nevertheless, in some of the best scenes of the movie, Kirk et al. succeed and make it to Genesis, only to discover a Klingon bird of prey, captained by Christopher Lloyd, is already there and causing problems. In short order, Grissom is destroyed, Kirk's son is killed, an adolescent Spock has sex with Saavik, the Enterprise self-destructs, they find Spock's body (now all grown up), and kick the Klingon commander in the face. They also hijack the Klingon bird of prey and make it back to Vulcan where Spock's katra is re-united with his body and our gang requests political asylum. Yay.

The Search for Spock began the long Star Trek tradition of strange casting and/or directorial decisions (and also suggested that the odd-numbered movies being less good than the even-numbered ones might be a pattern). The replacement Saavik seemed to have been told that she must speak in a monotone and E-NUN-SEE-ATE every word, thereby turning every moment of what had been a perfectly good character into something cringeworthy. Speaking of cringeworthy, the captain of Grissom was also kind of strange and unctuous and smarmy, more like a game show host than a starship captain. (Captain Styles was over the top, but then he was supposed to be). And Christopher Lloyd as the Klingon commander was just distracting. I kept expecting him to mutter something about 1.21 gigawatts...

On the other hand, Scotty had some really good lines, as did Uhura.

Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan

Ricardo Montalban reprises his role as Khan Noonian Singh, tyrannical overlord of over a quarter of the earth during the Clone Eugenics Wars of the 1990s. You'll recall from the episode "Space Seed" that he was abandoned by Kirk on Ceti Alpha VI; well, apparently things went bad and only through his genetically engineered intellect and ability to quote Moby Dick was he able to survive with a group of his likewise genetically engineered but less intelligent comrades (his muggle wife died from an ear parasite, though).

The starship Reliant (no word on whether the captain's chair has rich Corinthian leather) comes by and doesn't notice that one of our planets is missing. Long story short, Khan et al. seize control of Reliant and use it to try to steal something called the Genesis Device, which can "create life from lifelessness" on an epic scale and which, of course, can also be perverted into a terrible weapon, also on an epic scale.

Meanwhile, back at Starfleet Command, Admiral Kirk is feeling old and, lugubriously, has drinks with McCoy; Enterprise is under command of Capt. Spock and is being used as a training ship; Kirstie Alley is introduced as Spock's protege, the half Vulcan, half Romulan Lt. Saavik; and we are introduced to the kick-ass Kobayashi Maru no-win training scenario.

As Enterprise starts out on a training cruise, Admiral Kirk gets a call from the head of Project Genesis (the two, apparently, used to be an item) and wants to know why Reliant is on its way to pick up the Device. So Kirk takes command of Enterprise again and leads the ship to intercept Reliant, whereupon he shows precisely why he was promoted up and out of the way when he nearly gets the Enterprise destroyed (To be fair, Spock contributes to this idiocy as well, but then, he too, is no longer in command of a ship of the line, either). Eventually, however, Kirk and Spock use their knowledge of the Reliant's ATM PIN code to shut down its shields and fire back.

Stuff happens, and eventually Enterprise leads Reliant on a wild goose chase through the Mutara Nebula, where neither ship will have effective shields or sensors. Enterprise cripples Reliant and kills all of Khan's people. As a last act of vengeance, Ahab Khan activates the Genesis Device. Enterprise, having been damaged by the battle, won't be able to escape in time.

Oh, no. What to do?

Spock leaves the bridge and heads down into engineering where he does something in the highly irradiated dilithium chamber that fixes the warp drive. In the process [SPOILER] he dies. (It's never been entirely clear why they don't have robots in the 23rd century to handle things like this (or why one of the engineers who's wearing an actual radiation suit didn't go in there); of course, back at Starfleet Command, they use a guy with a mop and bucket to clean the floors, but I digress). And Enterprise gets away.

After some poignant words and bag-piping, they shoot Spock's body out a torpedo tube onto the newly formed "Genesis Planet." And we all go home.

Wrath of Khan is by far the best (and my favorite) of the Trek movies, notwithstanding certain sparks of idiocy and over-acting. (Kirk does redeem himself with several awesome moments, not least of which is his solution to Kobayashi Maru). The Kirk-Spock-McCoy dynamic is fun, and Saavik is an effective addition. As for Kirk's son, well, the less said the better. (And, yes, this one came out a lot snarkier than I'd initially intended, but these things have bothered me for 25 years...).