Cicada Expert

For decades, Prof. Monte Lloyd was a trusted expert on questions about cicadas. With the country in the midst of a historic cicada emergence – both the 13-year and 17-year cicadas are emerging together in 2024 – we revisit a past WBEZ interview from the late UChicago scientist, here.

 

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Monte Lloyd, cicada expert, was the best ecology prof I ever had. Relentlessly curious. Always entertaining. Infectiously enthusiastic about his subject, whether that subject was population genetics, natural selection, or the best tasting plantains from Costa Rica. Going on a field trip with him was the stuff of legend. And he’d always bring along one or another of his kids. Because who’d want to miss out on such fun?

He had these slide carousels he’d lecture to in a kind of a cadence that was almost hypnotic. Then, when he’d give us a pop quiz each week, regular as clockwork every Friday, he’d use the same carousel slides in the same order and ask us to fill in the blanks for a missing word or phrase. Acing those quizzes was the easiest thing in the world. Anybody who was not sleeping (and nobody was sleeping) could get 100% (or close to it) every single time. And that was fine by him. Because weeding out pre-meds was not his goal. Teaching ecology was. And he was grand master of the realm.

He loved his subject, the natural world. He cared about his students, we lowly undergrads. And that reverence for the subject, and for the man, was reciprocated 100% by each and every one of us. In the dictionary next to the term “world’s foremost cicada expert” is a picture of Monte Lloyd.

 

Cicada Expert, Monte Lloyd
That same picture appears next to the term “beloved ecology prof.” I still miss him, 100%.

 

For what it’s worth, the next time both these 13- and 17-year broods emerge together will be in 2245 (221 years from now). That makes this a much rarer occurrence than either a total solar eclipse in the USA (next one’s in 2044) or the return of Halley’s Coment (next time’s in 2061). I don’t plan on being around for either of those. But if you wanna get a taste of a few different broods of more than a trillion cicadas at once, it’s definitely time to plan your trip east in 2024.

 

Uplifting Rocks

On Saturday the Rox neighborhood trails group worked on the Uplifting Rocks Trail. The trail itself runs along the base of the red rock cliffs. It’s 100% shaded by trees, some of which broke down under the weight of last winter’s snow. Hence the need for our efforts last Saturday.

 

Uplifting Rock Trail in Roxborough.
Rocks uplifted by Nature millions of years ago. We trail workers had to lift up the deadwood.

 

There were eight of us: Two with chain saws, the rest grunt laborers dragging brush out to where neighborhood maintenance crews can get to it for chip and haul. Looks like we also have a bit of erosion mitigation to do on the trail there. Ah well. One thing at a time, folks: Uplifting Rocks weren’t built in a day, y’know.

 

One of several slash piles from the Uplifting Rocks trail, ready for chip and haul.
Young buck so tame I could almost touch him.

 

If you’re in the neighborhood this summer – first Saturday of each month – come on out and lift up some deadwood with us. If you’re lucky and brave, you might even get to pet some wildlife too. (JK – Trail Rule #1: Never touch the wildlife!)

Old Blasphemer From Way Back

Today I attended the 10:30 service at St. John’s Cathedral in downtown Denver. The Cathedral is under renovation, both inside and out. So about half the interior is currently occupied by scaffolding all the way to the ceiling 65′ above the floor. That meant that remaining seats in the nave were at a premium. Lucky for me, I came early. That’s because my favorite heavily-tattooed foul-mouthed six-foot-two female clergy-person, Nadia Boltz-Weber, was the scheduled homilist.

 

Brother, can you spare a dime?
Old Blasphemer From Way Back
Old blasphemer from way back.
Reconstruction inside St. John’s Cathedral.

 

Nadia’s sermon begins at 12:13 of the SJC Wilderness livestream, here. I recommend you get to it quick because they tend to overlay with whatever’s the latest sermon. And as an old blasphemer from way back, based on today’s Gospel lesson from Mark 3:20-35 (see the complete lectionary, here), this is of particular interest to me. Normally I’d never even think about posting something from a church service on my blog. But I had such a great response to my last lengthy David Brooks Realpolitik post, here, I figured, what the hell: May as well go for broke.

 

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A few things you should know about Nadia. First off, her full time gig these days is ministering without compensation to the murderers, prostitutes, drug addicts, and check fraud convicts at Denver’s Women’s Prison. Needless to say, at services “inside,” they never pass the plate. Paid subscritions to Nadia’s blog, The Corners, keep her in comfortable enough economic circumstances that she drives a snazzy new charcoal gray Tesla. I only know this last bit because she parked beside me this morning in the lot at St. John’s. I didn’t say “hi” to her because I know how clergy prepping to preach detest being waylaid on their way in the door by adoring fans – of which I am one. Hey, we all have our little contributions we make to furthing G*d’s Kingdom.  Well, giving Nadia some breathing room in the parking lot is mine.

The other thing you should know about Nadia is that she recently re-married. For a honeymoon, she and her new husband walked the Camino Santiago in Spain for a month. And I can honestly say, I have never seen her look happier or more relaxed. Now, let me go on record right here and say, I am insanely jealous. Then again, as part of my ongoing contribution to the furtherance of the Kingdom, I’m willing to cut her some slack. SOME slack, I said. But let’s not get carried away, okay?

 

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If you read that “Cathedral For All Generations” blurb, you will notice they are spending 6 or 7 million dollars to refurbish the physical plant @SJC, especially shoring up the mounts on those stained glass windows. That’s in addition to whatever they already spent last year replacing the floor, the pews, and the heating system.  As a former Church Treasurer, just thinking about it gives me a headache. The bottom line? A women’s prison this ain’t. But Nadia considers it part of her outreach to the Frozen Chosen to come speak @SJC once a quarter. And if she’s willing to go that far, then I’m willing to drive an hour in from the far Galilean hills to hear her speak downtown. My other option would be to undergo a sex change and get myself incarcerated for bank fraud. But there are some lines even an old blasphemer like me won’t cross – not even to further the Kingdom. Mea Culpa.

Realpolitik

Today’s WOTD (Word of the Day) is “realpolitik.” It means doing things based on conditions on the ground rather than based on theoretical niceties. It’s real world action that leans toward what’s known as “The Art of What’s Possible.” I always tend to associate this political posture with Henry Kissinger, but that’s likely because of my particular age and historical time-frame, not because he was any sort of paragon. Down the ages, practicioners of realpolitik range from Machiavelli to MLK, though of course it can be argued that the latter actually bent “what’s possible” by force of his own will and personality. But that’s a different post for another day.

 

Realpolitik
“I have a dream.” Hey, anything’s possible.
Realpolitik - Henry K.
Politics: Art of What’s Possible.

 

In any event, the following op ed set me to thinking on these things. I would argue that sorting out your thoughts on these issues is a worthwhile effort regardless of your educational background or current political leanings. Whether you’re a Progressive or a Populist, a symbolic capitalist or a real life one, the fact remains that how all this plays out electorally determines in large part what kind of society we’re going to live in going forward.

 

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When I was young, I was a man on the left. In the early 1980s, I used to go to the library and read early 20th-century issues of left-wing magazines like The Masses and The New Republic. I was energized by stories of workers fighting for their rights against the elites — at Haymarket, at the 1921 Battle of Blair Mountain, on the railways where the Pullman sleeping car porters struggled for decent wages a few years after that. My heroes were all on the left: John Reed, Clifford Odets, Frances Perkins and Hubert Humphrey.

 

But I got out of college and realized we didn’t live in the industrial age; we live in the information age. The center of progressive energy moved from the working class to the universities, and not just any universities, but the elite universities.

 

By now we’re used to the fact that the elite universities are places that attract and produce progressives. Working-class voters now mostly support Donald Trump, but at Harvard, America’s richest university, 65 percent of students identify as progressive or very progressive, according to a May 2023 survey of the graduating class.

 

Today, we’re used to the fact that elite places are shifting further and further to the left. Writing for The Harvard Crimson, Julien Berman used A.I. to analyze opinion pieces in college newspapers for their ideological content. “Opinions of student writers at elite universities” in 2000, he found, “weren’t all that more progressive than those at nonelite ones.” But by 2023, opinions at The Crimson had grown about two and a half times more progressive than they were in 2001. More generally, Berman concluded, “Opinion sections at elite universities have gotten significantly more progressive, and they’ve outrun their nonelite counterparts.”

 

Today, we’re used to the fact that students at elite universities have different interests and concerns than students at less privileged places. The researchers Marc Novicoff and Robert Kelchen in May published an investigative report in The Washington Monthly titled “Are Gaza Protests Happening Mostly at Elite Colleges?” They surveyed 1,421 public and private colleges and concluded, “The answer is a resounding yes.”

 

A few schools with a large number of lower-income students, they found, had Gaza protests, “but in the vast majority of cases, campuses that educate students mostly from working-class backgrounds have not had any protest activity.” Among private schools, encampments and protests “have taken place almost exclusively at schools where poorer students are scarce and the listed tuitions and fees are exorbitantly high.”

 

I went to an elite university and have taught at them. I find them wonderful in most ways and deeply screwed up in a few ways. But over the decades and especially recently, I’ve found the elite, educated-class progressivism a lot less attractive than the working-class progressivism of Frances Perkins that I read about when I was young. Like a lot of people, I’ve looked on with a kind of dismay as elite university dynamics have spread across national life and politics, making America worse in all sorts of ways. Let me try to be more specific about these dynamics.

 

The first is false consciousness. To be progressive is to be against privilege. But today progressives dominate elite institutions like the exclusive universities, the big foundations and the top cultural institutions. American adults who identify as very progressive skew white, well educated and urban and hail from relatively advantaged backgrounds.

 

This is the contradiction of the educated class. Virtue is defined by being anti-elite. But today’s educated class constitutes the elite, or at least a big part of it. Many of the curiosities of our culture flow as highly educated people try to resolve the contradiction between their identity as an enemy of privilege, and the fact that, at least educationally and culturally, and often economically, they are privileged.

 

Imagine you’re a social justice-oriented student or a radical sociologist, but you attend or work at a university with a $50 billion endowment, immense social power and the ability to reject about 95 percent of the people who apply. For years or decades, you worked your tail off to get into the most exclusive aeries in American life, but now you’ve got to prove, to yourself and others, that you’re on the side of the oppressed.

 

Imagine you graduated from a prestigious liberal arts college with a degree in history and you get a job as a teacher at an elite Manhattan private school. You’re a sincere progressive down to your bones. Unfortunately, your job is to take the children of rich financiers and polish them up so they can get into Stanford. In other words, your literal job is to reinforce privilege.

 

This sort of cognitive dissonance often has a radicalizing effect. When your identity is based on siding with the marginalized, but you work at Horace Mann or Princeton, you have to work really hard to make yourself and others believe you are really progressive. You’re bound to drift further and further to the left to prove you are standing up to the man.

 

This, I think, explains the following phenomenon: Society pours hundreds of thousands of dollars into elite students, gives them the most prestigious launching pads fathomable, and they are often the ones talking most loudly about burning the system down.

 

This also explains, I think, the leftward drift of the haute bourgeoisie. As the sociologist Musa al-Gharbi puts it in his forthcoming book, “We Have Never Been Woke”: “After 2011, there were dramatic changes in how highly educated white liberals answered questions related to race and ethnicity. These shifts were not matched among non-liberal or non-Democrat whites, nor among nonwhites of any political or ideological persuasion. By 2020, highly educated white liberals tended to provide more ‘woke’ responses to racial questions than the average Black or Hispanic person.”

 

Progressivism has practically become an entry ticket into the elite. A few years ago, a Yale admissions officer wrote, “For those students who come to Yale, we expect them to be versed in issues of social justice.” Recently Tufts included an optional essay prompt that explicitly asked applicants what they were doing to advance social justice.

 

Over the years the share of progressive students and professors has steadily risen, and the share of conservatives has approached zero. Progressives have created places where they never have to encounter beliefs other than their own. At Harvard, 82 percent of progressives say that all or almost all of their close friends share their political beliefs.

 

A lot of us in the center left or the center right don’t want to live amid this much conformity. We don’t see history as a zero-sum war between oppressor and oppressed. We still believe in a positive-sum society where all people can see their lives improve together.

 

The second socially harmful dynamic is what you might call the cultural consequences of elite overproduction. Over the past few decades, elite universities have been churning out very smart graduates who are ready to use their minds and sensibilities to climb to the top of society and change the world. Unfortunately, the marketplace isn’t producing enough of the kinds of jobs these graduates think they deserve.

 

The elite college grads who go into finance, consulting and tech do smashingly well, but the grads who choose less commercial sectors often struggle. Social activists in Washington and other centers of influence have to cope with sky-high rents. Newspapers and other news websites are laying off journalists. Academics who had expected to hold a prestigious chair find themselves slaving away as adjunct professors.

 

In a series of essays culminating in his book “End Times: Elites, Counter Elites and the Path of Political Disintegration,” Peter Turchin argued that periods of elite overproduction lead to a rising tide of social decay as alienated educated-class types wage ever more ferocious power struggles with other elites. This phenomenon most likely contributed to surges in social protest during the late 1960s, the late 1980s and then around 2010. Research using Google nGrams shows that discourse mentioning “racism” spiked around each of these three periods.

 

Elite overproduction was especially powerful during the period after the financial crisis. In the early 2010s, highly educated white liberals increasingly experienced a disproportionate rise in depression, anxiety and negative emotions. This was accompanied by a sharp shift to the left in their political views. The spread of cancel culture, as well as support for decriminalizing illegal immigration and “defunding the police” were among the quintessential luxury beliefs that seemed out of touch to people in less privileged parts of society. Those people often responded by making a sharp counter-shift in the populist direction, contributing to the election of Donald Trump and to his continued political viability today.

 

As a nonprogressive member of the educated class, I’d say that elite overproduction induces people on the left and the right to form their political views around their own sense of personal grievance and alienation. It launches unhappy progressives and their populist enemies into culture war battles that help them feel engaged, purposeful and good about themselves, but it seems to me that these battles are often more about performative self-validation than they are about practical policies that might serve the common good.

 

The third dynamic is the inflammation of the discourse. The information age has produced a vast cohort of people (including me) who live by trafficking in ideas — academics, journalists, activists, foundation employees, consultants and the various other shapers of public opinion. People in other sectors measure themselves according to whether they can build houses or care for seniors in a nursing home, but people in our crowd often measure ourselves by our beliefs — having the right beliefs, pioneering new beliefs, staying up-to-date on the latest beliefs, vanquishing the beliefs we have decided are the wrong beliefs.

 

Nothing is more unstable than a fashionable opinion. If your status is defined by your opinions, you’re living in a world of perpetual insecurity, perpetual mental and moral war. The man who saw all this coming was the French sociologist Pierre Bourdieu, who started his major works with a book called “Distinction” in 1979.

 

Bourdieu argued that just as economic capitalists use their resource — wealth — to amass prestige and power, people who form the educated class and the cultural elite, symbolic capitalists, use our resources — beliefs, fancy degrees, linguistic abilities — to amass prestige, power and, if we can get it, money.

 

Symbolic capitalists, Bourdieu continued, wage daily battles of consecration, battles over what will be admired and what will be disdained, who gets to be counted among the elect and who is counted among the damned.

 

Bourdieu’s work is so powerful because it shows how symbolic capitalists turned political postures into power tools that enable them to achieve social, cultural and economic might. If exchanging viewpoints is turned into a struggle for social position, then of course conversation will assume the brutality of all primate dominance contests.

 

These sorts of battles for symbolic consecration are now the water in which many of us highly educated Americans swim. In the absence of religious beliefs, these moral wars give people a genuine sense of meaning and purpose. They give people a way of acting in the world that they hope will shift beliefs and produce a better society.

 

But it’s awful to live in a perpetual state of cultural war, and it’s awful to live in a continual state of social fear. The inflammation of the discourse serves the psychic and social self-interests of the combatants, but it polarizes society by rendering a lot of people in the center silent, causing them to keep their heads down in order to survive.

 

Will these three dynamics continue to drive American society batty?

 

I can tell a story in which those of us in the educated class, progressive or not, come to address the social, political and economic divides we have unwittingly created.

 

In this reality we would face up to the fact that all societies have been led by this or that elite group and that in the information age those who have a lot of education have immense access to political, cultural and economic power. We would be honest about our role in widening inequalities. We would abhor cultural insularity and go out of our way to engage with people across ideology and class. We would live up to our responsibilities as elites and care for the whole country, not just ourselves. Most important, we would dismantle the arrangements that enable people in our class to pass down our educational privileges to our children, generation after generation, while locking out most everyone else.

 

That would mean changing the current college admissions criteria, so they no longer massively favor affluent young kids whose parents invest in them from birth. That would also mean opening up many other pathways so that more people would find it easier to climb the social ladder even if they didn’t get into a selective college at age 18.

 

But there is another possible future. Perhaps today’s educated elite is just like any other historical elite. We gained our status by exploiting or not even seeing others down below, and we are sure as hell not going to give up any of our status without a fight.

 

To see how likely this second possibility is, I urge you to preorder al-Gharbi’s “We Have Never Been Woke.” It comes out this fall, and it announces him as a rising intellectual star.

 

I really can’t tell what al-Gharbi’s politics are — some mixture of positions from across the spectrum maybe. He does note that he is writing from the tradition of Black thinkers — stretching back to W.E.B. Du Bois — who argue that white liberals use social justice issues to build status and make themselves feel good while ultimately offering up “little more than symbolic gestures and platitudes to redress the material harms they decry (and often exacerbate).”

 

He observes that today’s educated-class activists are conveniently content to restrict their political action to the realm of symbols. In his telling, land acknowledgments — when people open public events by naming the Indigenous peoples who had their land stolen from them — are the quintessential progressive gesture.

 

It’s often non-Indigenous people signaling their virtue to other non-Indigenous people while doing little or nothing for the descendants of those who were actually displaced. Educated elites rename this or that school to erase the names of disfavored historical figures, but they don’t improve the education that goes on within them. Student activists stage messy protests on campus but don’t even see the custodial staff who will clean up afterward.

 

Al-Gharbi notes that Black people made most of their progress between the late 1940s and the mid-1960s, before the rise of the educated class in the late 1960s, and that the educated class may have derailed that progress. He notes that gaps in wealth and homeownership between white and Black Americans have grown larger since 1968.

 

He suggests that educated elites practice their own form of trickle-down economics. They imagine that giving diverse college grads university administration jobs and other social justice sinecures will magically benefit the disadvantaged people who didn’t go to college.

 

He charges that while members of the educated class do a lot of moral preening, their lifestyles contribute to the immiserations of the people who have nearly been rendered invisible — the Amazon warehouse worker, the DoorDash driver making $1.75 an hour after taxes and expenses.

 

That rumbling sound you hear is the possibility of a multiracial, multiprong, right/left alliance against the educated class. Donald Trump has already created the nub of this kind of movement but is himself too polarizing to create a genuinely broad-based populist movement. After Trump is off the stage it’s very possible to imagine such an uprising.

 

Ruh-roh. The lesson for those of us in the educated class is to seriously reform the system we have created or be prepared to be run over.

 

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Waddayathink? Leave me a note in the comments section.

If you do, I’ll tell you who wrote the op ed.

Remember: You gotta give to get.

That’s realpolitik at its finest.

Life of Sharks

Found a delightful site called The Life of Sharks on Instagram. One of my favorites is SharkFact#508, here. “Not all sharks are aggressive predators. Some are passive-aggressive predators.”

 

Life of Sharks

 

Many more at the site, here.

 

 

Corridor Clearing

Yesterday’s corridor clearing work on South Rim Trail came on the hottest day of the year so far. It was 90F. By the end, I was toast. Lucky for me, to keep the sun off my neck, I borrowed my wife’s cool kayaking hat while she’s off gallivanting around Bloomington, Indiana. Otherwise I’d have been burnt toast.

 

Corridor Clearing
Ranger Janee with her loppers out doing corridor clearing.

 

The good news? Janee and her Ranger cohorts have plenty of loppers available for trail work volunteers. Also, she drove like a banshee over the two-track to the top of South Rim where we worked under a hot sun. That was kind of fun. Sitting in the back of Janee’s 4-seater ATV, my knees were jammed tight up against the front seat, effectively wedging me in place. My fellow-volunteer in the back seat? Not as tall, and not as lucky for him.

The bad news? While our crew of 4 got a good bit done, trails in Rox State Park are all overgrown with scrub oak to the point that a crew of 10 could stay busy for the foreseeable future clearing corridors. Willow Creek, Carpenter Peak, and Elk Valley are all pretty much in the same shape as South Rim. Ranger Janee says “Come on out and give it a lop. You’ll be glad you did. Especially if you hike and like to see where you’re going.”

 

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The Roxborough Park neighborhood trails group where we live does pretty much the same work just one ridge over. Our next scheduled work day is Saturday.  We have about the same number of miles of trails as the State Park, but many fewer visitors since it’s a private community. Also, we’ve got fewer loppers and no ATV. On the plus side, though, pizza and beer are provided when the neighborhood’s work day ends. That’s a major plus. The downside is that State Park swag is much cooler. And it’s definitely BYOB (bring your own bear-spray) in either case. But CPW ballcaps and t-shirts? Well, they’re to die for. Which is much less likely when you bring your own bear spray – just sayin’.

 

CPW swag: It’s to die for. But BYOB anyway.

 

A sow on South Rim last year.

Holy Grail

The following letter from the Monty Python folks to the British Censors about their initial not-suitable-for-under-14 rating for “Monty Python and the Holy Grail” is instructive on several levels. First and foremost, as a satirical response to bureaucracy, it is pure genius.

 

Holy Grail letter to the Censors.
Scroll down at the link here for a slightly better view.

 

Beyond that, I have just one additional question: Is there an under-14-year-old anywhere in the world who doesn’t find “I fart in your general direction” anything but hilarious?  Asking for a friend. The French Taunter clip is here.

How To Write Murder Mysteries

Most of the murder mysteries I read – and that’s about ALL I read anymore – start out with a particular sleuth.

  1. Tony Hillerman has his legendary lieutenant Joe Leaphorn.
  2. Michael Connelly has his detective Harry Bosch.
  3. Ian Rankin has his cranky Insector Rebus.
  4. Walter Mosely has his noir gumshoe Easy Rawlins.
  5. C.J. Box has his straight-arrow game warden Joe Pickett.

Maybe add in a sidekick – or two or three – the more the merrier. You know, like Jim Chee, Joe Pike, Siobhan Clarke, Mouse Alexander, or Nate Romanowski. You get the picture.

 

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Believe me, I get it: If you want to write a mystery series, you need a hero who endures, and who reflects the author’s basically laudable personality. You also need an alter ego who expresses some of the darker elements that maybe don’t fit so well inside a hero’s positive persona. A tinge of the psychopath is always a nice touch for the sidekick. Think Joe Pike or Nate Romanowski going all whoop-ass on the bad guys. Or Mouse Alexander just getting out of bed each morning.

Then you have the setting. Be it scenic Four Corners Dinetah, Noir 1950’s L.A., Old Town Edinburgh Scotland, or backcountry Saddlestring Wyoming, the setting is almost like another character, and remains constant throughout the series. It is the familiar backdrop in front of which all the action takes place.

Last but not least, you have the victim and the circumstances of a crime that drives the plot to its ultimate conclusion. Figuring out whodunnit and ensuring that the bad guys get their comeuppance is, of course, crucial.  This is what makes each installment of a series distinct and memorable. It’s also usually what gives each book its title:  Coyote Waits. The Brass Verdict. Resurrection Men. Three Inch Teeth. You get the picture.

A couple of things I almost left out are peripheral elements that add heft and texture to each tale: Alternate suspects. Discarded hypotheses. A hero’s foibles. Having the FBI (or Scotland Yard) come in and step on toes of local law enforcement is always a welcome distraction from a too-straightforward plot. An aging protagonist with aches and pains and a wee bit of a drinking problem? Even better.

 

Still with me? So far, so good? Alright then….

 

Walter Mosely essentially IS Easy Rawlins. The L.A. noir sensibilty is embedded in every story. Walter/Easy is a black PI who overcomes a societal deck that’s always stacked against him to solve crimes and come out on top against all odds.

 

Murder mysteries: CJ Box in Wyoming.CJ Box essentially IS Joe Pickett. Add in the Wyoming landscape, and then all you’ll need is a (disposable) victim plus a current-events hook. The hook can be anything from a greedy multi-national energy company, to an eccentric Bay Area software CEO, to White Nationalists intent on starting a race war.  CJ/Joe is the guy who wears the white hat and stands tall.

 

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What if you weren’t interested in writing a series of murder mysteries, but only in writing one stand-alone story? That would free up an author to write him-or-her self into the plot as maybe a victim, say – or maybe even just an interested bystander. Maybe the jury foreman at the bad guy’s trial? You wouldn’t necessarily need a sidekick to take all the psychopathic weight off the hero, because the sleuth is no longer central. And the narrator is gonna have a mixed bag of contradictory character traits like we all do.

I like the victim angle because, while it does pose some narrative challenges (the narrarator is gonna be dead before any investigation or trial, after all), it opens up a whole new array of whodunit possibilities: Was it the angry neighbor? The crazy cousin? Or – always suspect #1 in these sorts of murder mysteries – the jealous spouse? With a “Lovely Bones” type of beyond-the-grave narrarator, the final reveal can happen for the main character watching right alongside the reader. Assuming, of course, that they’re in the dark beforehand about who’s gonna end up conking them on the head from behind with a claw hammer at the climax.

Background setting? Narrator’s foibles? Alternate suspects? Timely curent-events hook? I’ve got plenty of ideas, but I don’t wanna spoil it for y’all. So, I better stop right here. The possibilities are nearly endless. But the smart money? That’s gotta be on the crazy cousin – just sayin’.

 

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Whodunit? You make the call.

A mild-mannered recent retiree loves to hike. He signs up for a summer of trail-building at his local State Park. His partially buried body is discovered – with a fractured skull – by a mysterious couple visiting from Ohio. Last one to see him alive?  It’s the ambitious trans-gender Park Ranger, Aelin (pronouns: she/her, but that could change). What’s his wife’s alibi? Airtight, at a work conference in Indiana. Prime suspect? The anti-social dog-groomer next door who’s been renovating their house for the past 2 years with an extremely loud – and annoying – claw hammer.

 

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Working title for the first installment is “Willow Creek Falls.” I even went up there and scouted out the setting yesterday. You can see that post here. Next one might have to be titled “The Bear Spray Way.” You know, as an homage to Hillerman (The Blessing Way) and C.J. Box (3″ Teeth). There are 6 or 7 different trails in Rox State Park. A body could be discovered on each one of them. Then, we move on to nearby Chatfield Reservoir for a drowning, then further afield to Castlewood Canyon for a fall off a cliff, with a Big Finale on the Colorado Trail starting from the dam at the top of Waterton and ending 500 miles away in Durango. So many hikes, so many deserving victims, and so little time. If I play this right, it might take me all the way through to the end of retirement – assuming a rogue bear doesn’t get me first. And if you’re reading this, you’re due for a cameo in at least one of them. So, now I just gotta figure out how to make it all work without re-incarnation. Stay tuned….

 

Installment 2: The Bear Spray Way.

Short Hike

A short hike today in Rox State Park, just to the falls and back. Mostly I wanted to see where the new trail under construction will go up over the hill to Elk Valley. Looks like the big equipment has already done all the heavy lifting. I think with a little hand work it should be ready for the masses by fall.

Short hike to the falls.

Sucker for signs - Willow Creek Falls Trail

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bonus Far Side

Innit

Innit
Gotta love the Queen’s English.  Innit?

 

Happy Birthday, Kate.

Hope your day is utterly spectacular…

and filled with chocolate.

Punctuation: Always crucial.

 

Love you, girl.

 

For those that missed it:

A recent post on a papal gaffe is here.

In honor of June 1st being the first day of Pride Month.