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As we enter the new year, many resolutions will pass through people's minds. Some will be mentioned aloud, a few will be written down, and one or two might even be accomplished. With that cheerful prospect in mind, here are some thoughts on portfolio organization: Free Account: Folders aren't available to free accounts since they're allowed only 10 items. And they aren't allowed to create books, so that point is moot. There's little to be done in the way of organizing, but you can create separate items for poetry, short stories, non-fiction, horror, romance, etc. More than one piece can be saved in an item, but the size limit for each is 50 Kb. That's about 25 pages of text, so you can't really write a novel. Still, a collection of two dozen poems or a few short stories could be presented in a single item. Basic Account: A basic membership allows a portfolio of 50 items, and each can be up to 100 Kb in size (about 50 pages of text). A list that long is probably too much for our modern-day attention span. It may be better to use folders to direct the reader. Some authors name their folders for the year the items were written. This is easy, but most readers don't care, they're looking for something more specific. Love poems, for example, or horror stories. I'd suggest that an author start by collecting their items into folders of poetry, fiction, nonfiction, recipes, lyrics, etc., and then further organizing them by genre. Then the reader can find all the mushy stuff by clicking once on 'Poetry' and then again on 'Love Poems'. And they won't have to scroll past horror stories that could spoil the mood. Upgraded Account: An upgraded membership allows 250 items and each can be up to 250 Kb in size (about 125 pages). At this level, it becomes imperative to organize one's portfolio. Using folders is a good start, and 250 items may seem like a lot, but it's easier than you might think for an author to bump up against the limit. It took me less than three years to get there. One obvious option is to simply delete the lesser works, but vanity precludes that. A better solution is to learn how to use books. An upgraded membership allows the author to create up to 10 books of up to 5Mb each (about 2500 pages). That is truly a lot of pages! So, if you're short on portfolio space, then I recommend putting similar items into a book. This seems especially obvious for poetry collections, where individual entries tend to be short. Another good use for a book is to hold items that are in-work. Have you ever felt frustrated by all the 'save and view' clicking just to try out different formatting? A book entry has a 'preview' feature that allows you to quickly see how the finished item will look without leaving the edit pane. Once the story or poem looks 'right' you can copy and paste it into an individual item and make it public. A book is also useful for storing ideas. You can easily jot a few notes into a book entry, set it to private and save it for later. And, of course, a blog (what you're reading now) is just a special book format that's automagically linked to the blog tab of your portfolio. Oh, I almost forgot, you could even use a book to write the Great American Novel with each entry being a separate chapter. I haven't been ambitious enough to try that yet. A drawback of using a book is that you can't attach a cover image to individual entries. I feel that an appropriate image can be a big help in setting the mood for a piece. I'd like to be able to add a cover image to my book entries, but that's not an option. Another drawback is that awardicons can't be attached to individual entries within a book. An awardicon is attached to the book rather than the entry within the book. They can, however, be referenced within the entry itself. My method is to create a drop note and show the awardicon there. The ML code shown below will create the drop note shown further below. {dropnote:"Author's note:"} 20 lines of free verse Second place in the September 2022 round of {i}Second Time Around{/i} contest Prompt: Help celebrate WDC's 22nd birthday. Just for this month, all entries must be previously written pieces that did not win a contest, and that have a birthday or a party theme. {award:155262} {b-item:2164876} {/dropnote} Author's note: ▼ Premium Accounts: I haven't tried these levels, but they allow even more individual items and even more books. I won't give any further advice except to say that portfolio organization only grows more important as the number of items increase. |
| For your consideration . . . Hiding in Plain Sight by Cam E. Leon The Western Quest by Louis N. Clarke Making the Grade by Kenney Hackett Surface Shine by Dustin D. House Tap, Tap, Tap by Peg Legget A Frond Indeed by Fern N. Bracken A DIY Fox Collar by Rufus Mayne Meat, Cheese, Bun by Patti Melton See also: "Here I Go Again"  See also: "Below the Bottom Shelf" |
My commercial aviation career took a zig in 1995, when I transferred from facilities factory support to customer support as a maintenance manual author. As a Facilities Engineer, I prepared purchase specifications and wrote project status reports. I'd become comfortable with Word for Windows and I loved its WYSIWYG display (what you see is what you get). Seeing different fonts on the screen was a novel experience for someone who'd cut their word processing teeth on the original Wordstar program for CP/M. The proprietary publishing system used for the maintenance manuals seemed like a giant step backward. The minicomputer that held the actual data was accessed through green-screen terminals that were hopelessly outdated compared to a desktop computer running Windows 95. And the maintenance manual author didn't even use that ancient terminal technology. Data entry personnel did the actual typing, while I reverted all the way back to colored pencils. As an author, I analyzed engineering drawings, wiring diagrams, and vendor documentation (all paper) and turned them into step-by-step procedures for the airline mechanic. My original hand-written text was entered into the publishing system by a data entry clerk and then printed on fanfold paper, double spaced, for my approval. Editing was done with red pencil for deletions, blue pencil for additions, and green pencil for editorial comments. You might wonder why we used a proprietary minicomputer, and why the text was formatted as a database rather than a document. The answer is configuration control. Creating an aircraft maintenance manual is a complex process. Each model has its own base manual that fills an entire bookcase. Each airline has its own customized set of manuals, and the current configuration of each airplane in the entire worldwide fleet must be tracked per FAA regulations. Microsoft Word wasn't (still isn't) anywhere close to being able to handle the database-like requirements of tracking airplane configurations. Thankfully, things changed quickly in those early years of computing technology. By 1997, we all had desktop PCs with terminal emulation programs. We could enter our own data and display the simulated manual pages on-screen instead of wasting reams of paper. The downside was the wear and tear of spending hours hammering away at the keyboard. Ergonomics was just a funny sounding word in those days. Few of us really believed in carpal tunnel syndrome, it was something that shirkers used as an excuse to get out of work. No one understood the effects of an awkwardly laid out workstation. I had a keyboard and a state of the art 19" CRT on my desk. No keyboard tray, no ergonomic chair, just an upward reach to a mouse that kept my wrist bent at a near 90-degree angle. It took several years, but eventually I developed enough pain in my wrist that work became almost intolerable. Even then, I never saw a doctor. That would've been a show of weakness. Instead, I learned to mouse left-handed. That allowed me to solve the problem on my own. It worked out better than might be expected. I quickly gained left hand dexterity and mousing felt normal again in a couple of weeks. The pain in my right wrist subsided and I finally submitted to an ergonomic evaluation of my workstation. A better layout helped preserve my left wrist, and it remains pain-free. The damage to my right wrist, however, is permanent. I can mouse equally well with either hand, but the pain returns in a few days if I use my right hand. So, I know what I'm going to do with the time I have left. |
| I think most writers feel that getting published is the ultimate validation of their work. It makes that subtle difference between saying 'I write' and 'I'm a writer'. I was thrilled when my first submission was accepted by an online science fiction magazine. The money was minimal, but actually seeing my name in print would be priceless. Unfortunately, my story was scheduled for issue #5 and the magazine folded after issue #4. I'm still unpublished, but I'll always have this: Terrence, Hello, my name is Kip Shelton, Editor-in-Chief here at Synthetic Reality Magazine. We really enjoyed your story and wanted to include it in issue #5 coming out on March 26th. As a new magazine unfortunately, we can only pay .01 per word and in contributor's copies, which we send 3 to the writers. I realize that this is not much, but as we progress and grow, we will offer better. If this is acceptable to you, please let me know and I will make the Social Media announcements and have our graphics team add your name to the cover. After we receive your approval, we will be sending you a contract for the release of Song of the Vamp. Once again, thank you for submitting to Synthetic Reality Magazine and we hope to hear from you soon. Sincerely, Kip Shelton / Editor It occurred to me recently that getting a story accepted is only a part of the writing experience. So, to expand my stock of life experiences, I decided to submit some other pieces. And I can now proudly display rejections from a couple of well-respected magazines. To: tgifisher Thank you very much for letting us see "The Veybach Machine." We appreciate your taking the time to send it in for our consideration. Although it does not suit the needs of the magazine at this time, we wish you luck with placing it elsewhere. Sincerely, Sheila Williams, Editor Pronouns: she, her Asimov's Science Fiction www.asimovs.com ------------ Dear Mr. Fisher, Thank you for sending me your poem. Thanks, too, for your kind comments about the Meter column. Although I enjoyed reading "Cosmic Counterpoints," I'm sorry to say I'm going to pass. Response to the Meter column has been so robust that I'm forced to say "no" far more often than I anticipated, or than I'd like. Again gratefully, and with regret, Dava Sobel. <dsobel@sciam.com> |
An item about fecal matter on NYC sidewalks popped up in the newsfeed this week. The description of what New Yorkers are stepping in reminded me of a friend and coworker who preferred to go to the office barefoot. I met Gerry McDougal in 1995 when I transferred into customer service. That's when I began writing maintenance manuals for commercial jet aircraft and Gerry was my illustrator. He was about 10 years younger, but we got along well. Gerry was an easy-going guy, hip, but without the smugness of today's hipster. I'd describe him as a latter-day hippie, displaced in time but still very much in tune with 60's counterculture. Gerry sported a goatee and a long fringe of hair hanging down from a well-established bald spot. He dressed the part too, in vintage clothing that reminded me of the older kids from when I was in junior high. His strangest, and perhaps most authentic, hippie trait was that he seldom wore shoes. Gerry would usually come to work barefoot, even in icy weather. Of course, shoes were required in our corporate culture, so Gerry kept a pair of sandals under his desk for those occasions when management got on his case. At first, I didn't give it much thought. Growing up in a rural area, I'd known others who routinely went unshod. They developed tough calluses resistant to stones and thistles. Certainly, an office environment is far friendlier to the bare foot. But one day I had an epiphany in the restroom. Several dozen men shared a pair of urinals, and by the end of the day, the overspray left a noticeable residue. I stepped back after finishing my business and felt the unmistakable adhesion of a sticky floor. Suddenly, I realized that Gerry had to share that same sticky spot, sans shoes, and I felt a bit nauseous. A somewhat similar situation arose with the hand towels. The restroom was originally equipped with a couple of 'endless roller' cloth towels that would get rather damp by the end of the workday. There were many complaints about having to dry one's hands with a wet towel, and management finally put in paper towel dispensers instead. A coworker expressed relief that he no longer had to share an unsanitary towel. I replied, "I'd rather share a towel with a man who washes his hands than share a doorknob with one who doesn't." His face reminded me of how I'd felt about bare feet on the sticky floor. |
My wife is a woman of many talents, not least of which is her ability to disappear for long periods of time at the supermarket. I'm not talking about a long shopping trip while I wait at home. No, she can turn the corner at the end of the aisle and utterly vanish for five or ten minutes at a time while I wander around in confusion. These odd events usually coincide with my picking up a heavy, awkward, or frozen item. And no matter how many times it happens, I never seem to learn. In spite of my determined vigilance, she still manages to pull it off. For example, she'll say, 'Oh we need a bag of potatoes' and then disappear with the cart as I walk back to pick it up. I can walk every aisle in the entire store, dangling a ten-pound bag of spuds, without ever seeing her. Or, she might say 'I forgot the milk. Will you grab a gallon and meet me at the checkout?' only to vanish entirely. I'm left holding the jug for what seems like hours as my hand slowly goes numb. Our supermarket has about a dozen aisles with open space both at the front and at the back. I've tried to outwit her by standing at one corner and watching, but ten minutes can pass without her ever rounding the end of an aisle. And it doesn't matter whether I'm near the registers or back by the meat counter. Wherever I am, she's not. I've even considered asking the staff if she has an arrangement to duck into the back and watch me on the surveillance cameras, but I'm afraid they'll think I'm paranoid. I'm not a paranoid! Really, I'm not. But if you see a guy at the supermarket, holding a frozen rump roast with a puzzled look on his face, please give him a little wink and nod in the direction of the woman hiding her cart behind the bread rack. He really needs to get a clue. |
Einstein's theory of relativity suggests that time is not a constant. Rather, it depends on both perception and location. Time runs slower for an object perceived to have a high velocity relative to the observer. Time also runs slower for an object located in a strong gravitational field. These strange concepts are merely academic for those traveling together on a small blue planet at the same velocity and subject to the same gravity. Clocks anywhere on earth match to an extremely close degree of accuracy, but they do not match clocks in orbit or traveling in outer space. The predictions of relativity became measurable with the advent of the space age, and they became a practical consideration when the Global Positioning System was designed. GPS satellites carry an atomic clock which is synchronized with a similar clock on earth. The high velocity of the clock in orbit causes it to run slow relative to the clock on earth. But the clock on earth is subject to a stronger gravitational field, so it runs slower than the clock in orbit. These effects cancel each other to some degree, but they don't have the same magnitude. The original GPS clock software was designed with two different correction factors, one for velocity and another for gravity. Some scientists were still skeptical of relativity, so these correction factors were made optional. When the system went into operation, both factors were found to be necessary to achieve the desired results. Just as Einstein predicted. |
The Grammy awards reminded me again of why we use the term album to refer to a singular disc. Some years ago, a friend of ours helped an elderly relative move to a nursing home. Part of the job was disposing of a large box of vinyl records. The newest LP in the box was AC/DC's Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap from 1981. That one was a pleasant outlier; it must have belonged to one of her kids. Most of the records were older and less interesting (to me at least). Artists included Elvis Presley, Eddie Arnold, The Lettermen, and Jackie Gleason. I had no idea that the pudgy comedian and actor released a series of LPs as a crooner. There were also some older 78 rpm records in the box. These were 10 inches in diameter and held one song, up to three minutes long, on each side. The way they were packaged made the light bulb go on. Four records, totaling eight songs, came as a set from a single artist. The individual record sleeves were bound together in a slim cardboard book that opened up just like a photo album. Unfortunately, almost all the 78s were cracked from age and unplayable. Today an artist might record on a vinyl LP, cassette tape, compact disc, or just drop a digital release, but we still buy their albums. And they just might win Album of the Year. |
| Stooping ever lower . . . Christmas Hymn by Noelle Dejoy Communal Dining by Sharon A. Booth Bottomless Plunge by Lucinda R. Shorts Natural Pain Relief by Herb L. Baum Just Say No by Will Powers Smoothing the Bumps by Grady D. Rhodes No Filter by Frank Lee Blount And a themed series brought to you by Turpitude Publishing . . . Overindulgence by Al Coe Hall Horns of Desire by Hunter A. Hooker Temptation Street by Celine Love The Sting by Dee Coye Walker Immoral Consequence by John N. Court Love's Last Memento by V. D. Case See also: "A Few More Books" See also: "The Bottom Shelf?" |
In previous posts, I presented alternate perspectives on the highest height: "How High is Up?" "How Up is High?" But should a discussion of the highest mountain be limited only to earthly heights? The same urge that impels us to climb trees and conquer peaks also drives us to reach for the heavens. There are eight planets in our solar system to be considered, and dozens of moons and dwarf planets, some of them as large as Mercury (we'll disregard moons smaller than Everest is tall). There are at least ten peaks higher than Everest in our known celestial neighborhood. One is on Venus (35,000 ft), five are found on moons orbiting the gas giants (up to 65,000 ft), and four are found on the red planet. Mars boasts a truly astonishing peak, Olympus Mons, that rises more than 13 miles above the surrounding terrain. Olympus Mons may have been the last gasp from a once active volcanic core. Its enormous base covers an area the size of Arizona, and its symmetrical cone rises to 72,000 feet. We have an accurate picture of Olympic Mons thanks to the Mars Global Surveyor spacecraft which reached Mars orbit in 1997. It used infrared laser pulses to measure the distance of the MGS spacecraft to the Martian surface. The data sent back to earth was used to create precise topographic maps in preparation for the more recent Mars rover missions. So, is Olympus Mons the highest mountain in our solar system? Yes, but the asteroid Vesta has a 'peak' that rises almost as high from the center of an impact crater at its south pole. The height of this feature was revealed in photographs taken by the Hubble telescope and confirmed by NASA in 2011 with the Dawn spacecraft. Whether this prominent feature even qualifies as a mountain is a matter of opinion. Vesta isn't very round at 342 by 287 miles, and the floor of the enormous crater is more than 50,00 feet deep. And it certainly wouldn't pose much of a challenge for a climber. Vesta has a gravity only 2% that of Earth. An athletic person could easily leap hundreds of feet on Vesta. From the perspective of a mountaineer, I'd suggest Olympus Mons is the ultimate challenge in our solar system. Mars gravity is only 38% that of Earth, but the thin Martian atmosphere and extreme cold would require protection similar to a space suit. Climbing with the encumbrance of protective gear would largely offset the lower gravity. And a 13-mile elevation gain is equivalent to doing a vertical half-marathon. |
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