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I managed, after some swearing, to restring it last night. (Note to people considering taking up guitar: steel-string guitars are a hell of a lot easier to restring, which I would argue is a genuine benefit for new players. Strings break and need replacing, strings wear out, it's the way things are and ever shall be.) Later that evening, I tuned it, as well. The built-in digital tuner on my steel-string doesn't pick up the sound of my mother's guitar at all, so I tuned the low E on hers to the low E on mine, then tuned string to string from there.
Several of the pegs - which, you understand, are ancient - were unbelievably stiff to turn. My fingers ached from the effort, I couldn't get the first string all the way to tune without having to change hands. Finally, finally, I had the last string in tune to its predecessor, and attempted a chord...
... and flinched at the hideous, discordant sound that resulted, because it had taken long enough that the low strings had gone out of tune. (e.g. more than about a minute.) Oh, the wonder of nylon strings: first the slippery little fuckers are a bitch to string on at all, then they're not even vaguely playable. Oh, classical guitar, how you taunt me...
Anyway, after discussing the stiff pegs with my mother, and also noting the dry-looking wood of the fretboard, I called my preferred Guitar Dudes and queried what to do about stiff pegs and dry fretboards on a classical guitar that's around half a century old. The suggestion, to my surprise: get it serviced. (Which they're happy to do, rough cost estimate $35-40.) I discussed this suggestion in turn with my mother, and we're agreed that she'll transfer me the money to pay for it (it being her guitar, etc) and I'll get it serviced by my Guitar Dudes soon. (I shall be taking it in at some point when I don't think it's likely to rain on me in transit; the hard case means I can feel comfortable taking it on the bus, but not getting it rained on.)
Mum says she had noticed the pegs getting harder to turn; I said that it's got to a point where I'm not sure she, with her mild arthritis, would be physically capable of doing it. I'm stronger than she is and not arthritic, and I can only just, barely, manage it at all. (Especially on the high E string. That peg does NOT approve of moving.) If the pegs themselves need replacing, that's a permitted change; they're peripheral to the essence of The Guitar, but it's something we both think would be best done by experts. Who presumably have some kind of liability setup, in any case, but who can also be expected to know what the hell they're doing, and have done it before, and so on.
Oddly, I find it much, much easier to tune Mum's classical guitar string to string than my own steel-string acoustic-electric. I'm not sure why - it can't be familiarity, because I hadn't tuned it in many, many years, and I was tuning it for the first time, where I've tuned my own guitar many, many times now. Maybe the harmonics are just more pleasing to my ear. (I do love classical guitars so - I borrowed my mother's so I can practice fingerpicking and the like because of that very love. It was either borrow my mother's, which she doesn't play at the moment, or else end up spending lots of money buying one that I won't like very much because it won't live up to my mother's unless I spend about five thousand dollars. Spending five thousand dollars is silly when I can just say: "Hey, Mum, can I borrow your guitar for a bit?" and get the guitar that sounds so beautiful and that I love so very, very much.)
While I'm at the guitar shop I may not be able to resist the urge to ask how expensive/difficult it is to get a guitar neck, sans body, from a guitar that's been broken or something, because I have conceived of a deep and powerful desire to build an oil can guitar of my very own one day, but I have Principles and would have difficulty bringing myself to murder even the cheapest and crappiest of guitars just to repurpose the neck.
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There are several things I want to post about, I think, but I have brain ferrets this afternoon and I'm saving all the spoons I can to go see Star Trek tonight (yay! including for not having to dodge spoilers any more, especially since I got one in a medical science-related blogpost from a dude who issued a spoiler and then said "don't worry, I won't give away anything more about the movie - TOO LATE, JERK), so a vaguely rambly reflection I would really rather NOT see linked in Mammothfail contexts because bringing new authors into this is only going to make things messier, seriously, but it's what I'm thinking about right now, so I'm still posting about it.
One of the things with Race/Mammothfail, for me, is realising:
1) That I have lost touch with sf/F quite thoroughly. I think the most recent writer I've developed a love for is Connie Willis.
2) That I didn't really engage with print fandom before, either.
Most of the names that have come up in recent discussions are just completely unfamiliar to me, or familiar in it-turns-out inaccurate ways. I thought Scalzi was just a blogger; I had some vague inclination that he was a novelist too, but from his comments on his blog I'd decided that, for my tastes, he was likely to be a very bad one, and dismissed him out of hand. I'd never heard of Elizabeth Bear, although it turned out at least one of my friends had read at least one of her books. I don't think I know anyone who's read anything by Shetterly, but on the other hand, based on the things he writes online... I don't think anyone I know would actually want to.
However, some names are familiar to me, and I've been learning things I never considered about them before. Steven Barnes is black, apparently. The only stuff of his I've read was co-written with Larry Niven; I'm not sure how, or if, that fact alters my perception of those stories. (The biggest role he seems to play in co-writing with Larry Niven is giving characters emotional depth. Niven spins a good concept, but his characters are rather two-dimensional. Barnes improves that a lot. Of course, the one I remember is the one that Niven drafted, couldn't make 'work', and gave up on, then gave to Steven Barnes to see if he could fix it; Niven himself acknowledges that what it turned out the story needed was heart.)
I've always been turned off reading Steven Barnes-alone stuff because, well, it always seems to be novels. Or novellas, or just really long stories, in anthologies. I have a tendency to look through the index for the stories that are ten pages or less. I've since been diagnosed with ADHD - I suspect there is a connection.
According to the Internet, Samuel R. Delaney is both black and gay. I think I vaguely knew the black part; I was surprised by the gay part. And yet, he's a dude I've read mention of for as long as I can remember.
An odd sidenote: Most of what I know of both of them, as individuals, comes from reading Larry Niven's various commentaries in some of his short story anthologies. Niven never mentions the race of either of them, that I recall, but speaks in admiring tones of both of them.
Which suggests that Niven thinks of them as talented sf-dudes, in theory.
Except that this is Larry Niven, who is, as a white, heterosexual American male who has been wealthy all his life, about as soaked in privilege as it is possible to get, and who not-that-long-ago made some hideously, horrifically problematic comments as part of the Homeland Security-attached panel of science fiction authors (no, really; the idea is that they are supposed to be good at thinking about creative solutions to problems). Niven said a good way to help hospitals stem financial losses is to spread rumors in Spanish within the Latino community that emergency rooms are killing patients in order to harvest their organs for transplants.
"The problem [of hospitals going broke] is hugely exaggerated by illegal aliens who aren't going to pay for anything anyway," Niven said.
"Do you know how politically incorrect you are?" Pournelle asked.
"I know it may not be possible to use this solution, but it does work," Niven replied. You know, I desperately want Niven to have been taking the piss here. For this to have been some kind of bitchy meta-commentary on something, taken out of context.
But it's hard to make that case, without a hell of a lot of context, because that statement, from the rich-from-birth descendant of oil tycoons and the like, from someone as privilege-sodden as Niven? It's terrible.
Which is why I understand the pain of people seeing favourite authors fail, because if I had to name a favourite science fiction author of my own (in terms of authors I read for the science fiction factor), it would probably be him.
(Overall favourite: probably Anne McCaffrey. If anyone has any instances to cite of Anne being a horrible person, I don't right now want to know, because she's always seemed to be one of those people who's not perfect, but tries to be inclusive, and to fail better next time when she does screw up, and Pern novels were my great escape from a really, really shitty childhood, please don't take that away from me. Seriously. My childhood was horrible, and Pern made me happy. I don't think I could handle losing that right now.)
Ahem. Anyway, yes. Niven's Known Space series, especially, was just cool. There were a wide range of varied cultures, there was genuine science, there were stories based on interesting corners of the known universe. There Is A Tide, and Neutron Star - his stories are based on ideas, and here and there an overt attempt to mess with assumptions about melanin levels.
One of his major Known Space characters is an albino - they're fairly common on the planet he comes from. Various historical factors meant that that particular genetic variation crops up pretty often amongst the people of his world. However, he takes melanin tablets, and spends most of his time being very dark-skinned, because it's more convenient; skin colour is largely a cosmetic choice, in his Known Space series, and since there's a rich diversity of cultures, and he has aliens who aren't actually funny-looking humans, I kind of loved his world, and didn't notice the major gap that now I can't help but think of:
There are no Hispanic/Latino/what-have-you people that I can think of. Black characters, both by choice and by nature? Yes. Including having the cultural aspect of not-being-white be relevant and meaningful, for black-and-from-Earth characters. Asians? Well, there's Louis Wu, but it's hard to make a cultural case for him - thinking about it, there's an element of Earth = America in Niven's work, which... ew. But Louis Wu is very much himself, because he's too old (multiple centuries), too well-travelled (all over Known Space), to fit quite in with any Earth cultural category. He's spent too much time alone, or with aliens, and he's kind of an entity unto himself.
Mostly, though, skin colour is black and white and other - which can be anything, because cosmetic skin colour choices are serious business - and culture is American or alien or colony-world.
I haven't read any of these in many years, mind you - I might not be remembering that well, and it could be better or worse than I get from my recollection of the standout, memorable parts. But it's kind of a gaping hole now that I do think about it.
I still think he's written some damn good stories, both his sf and his fantasy - the Warlock stories, with his mechanic for magic, are really kind of brilliant - but I fear, now, that beneath his genial demeanour, in his comments on his field, he may in fact have a very, very ugly bias.Current Mood:  depressed
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OH MY GOD THE NEW STAR TREK MOVIE IS THE AWESOMEST THING IN THE HISTORY OF AWESOME SERIOUSLY YOU GUYS YOU HAVE NO IDEA
Unless you've seen it, already, and even then, seriously, some people clearly do not get how awesome it is because they don't realise just how much they rocked out at some very important points.
Spoilery discussion may come later, but first, a couple of non-spoilery comments:
1) Words can not express my absolute joy and delight that the computer voice was still Majel Barrett Roddenberry. It's not Star Trek unless it contains Majel Barrett Roddenberry.
2) Tally: I cried twice, hyperventilated at least six times, and was bouncing in my seat at points with sheer thrill and joy.
3) And occasional swoon.
I want to point, again, to my essay: Series on the Edge of Forever: the Future History of Star Trek, because I want people to understand what a big deal Star Trek is and should be. Star Trek is part of history in ways that seriously deserve to be recognised.
A quotation I used, that shows a lot of why: "Civil rights came of age in the sixties, and so did I - right here in the South. You can pretty well imagine my environment, so let's say that Spock and Star Trek did as much to change my views as my watching civil rights workers being hosed down and badgered with police dogs." I've recently seen people bringing up Nichelle Nichols' story of being encouraged to stay with Star Trek by Dr. King, and I'm like... people, you ought to know this stuff. This is important history. Nichelle Nichols was an inspiration to many people, for good reasons.
Looking over it, I'd write a better essay now, but still.
Anyway. Yes. Stuff and NO SERIOUSLY PEOPLE THIS MOVIE WAS AWESOME BEYOND THE TELLING OF IT THERE IS MORE AWESOME THAN CAN BE CONTAINED IN JUST ONE POST AND SO MUCH SQUEE AND SERIOUSLY DID I MENTION I LOVED IT REALLY A LOT.
My seriously difficult efforts to remain unspoiled? So worth it, I loved every second of that movie.Current Mood:  ecstatic
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