Everyone believes in something. Even Atheists. The problem arises when that something, isn’t the same thing as someone else’s something. Worse yet, when those two someones who believe in different things use the same words for them. Differences over the meaning of “god” have caused wars. There have been great upheavals when two powerful people have looked at the same ancient text and decided that it tells them radically different things about how to live.
Recently I was taking a walk with my dear friend E.P. Beaumont. We were walking along the river talking about our recent projects and Day Job frustrations when she paused to notice how green the trees were. It took me by surprise, not because I hadn’t noticed that the trees were green, but that it was worth mentioning. I had a similar response to my Great Aunt’s visit and her constant chatter about trees in the city.
Let’s talk about vampires. I know, I’m jumping on the bandwagon. Vampires are a popular topic for a reason, and that is what I want to look into.
First there’s a whole range of vampires from the cute to the terrifying. The Cute extreme goes to Count von Count from Sesame Street. He is not much of a blood sucker, despite the fangs. His claim to fame is his ability to call thunder and lightning when he has successfully counted something.
I’ve had several encounters recently with people complaining about the way that English is changing. When I stop laughing, I feel a bit of frustration. One of the things that is a constant in language is that it changes. Exactly the same way that the rest of life changes.
There are the obvious changes that happen, like when a new technology shows up and we suddenly need new words to talk about it.
I recently spent the a weekend, well six days really, in the company of close to 6,000 fellow geeks. At CONvergence science fiction convention – 4 days of convention plus set up and tear down. It was a wonderful break from the pressures of the real world – the world that tells me daily to hide my geekiness. That’s not to say that there weren’t pressures. Actually quite the opposite. Both Sweetie and I are department heads,
I have phrases from “Fiddler on the Roof” running through my head as I write this. It happens whenever I think about the traditions of my life, of American life, or of my characters’ lives. “Tradition” is the answer we give when we’ve forgotten why we do something. Why do we eat turkey for Thanksgiving? Tradition. Why do we bring a tree into the house and cover it with baubles? Tradition. It’s more than that though.