A place for me to share the books I read and whatever else is floating about in my head.

My goal is 40 books this year, wish me luck.

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

2012 Thus Far




Heed what I have seen with my own eyes, these strange and melancholy testimonies.

I've been an a accomplice to a serial bombing ginger, I have been through the arena twice, I have been an abjurer to scalped Natives, exhaustively run through the empathy circuit in search of the root of evil, searched for cheese in the shifting landscape of life, watched the world return to the Triassic at the fury of the sun, I have travelled with no shadow to the world of faery land upon the back of a mythical cheetah, a host to a complicated curse of ancient origins, helped solve murders in Venice CA with an author, travelled to a distant world and saw the power of words, swam through the sky on bionic wings with a circus of mystery, hitched a ride with a world war two aerial combat photographer, saw the rebuilding of society at the hands of a global pandemic, seen firsthand the future of an immersive and inclusive internet, travelled to an ancient China that never was for a cure to a plague which counts, watched Macondo rise and fall with a promise of a pigs tail, and travelled to a land where the mist rises to eat the flesh of the dead. 

It's been a very busy six months for a bookworm. 

My goal is thirty and I am cruising along the path to completion with eighteen books crushed already.  It should be called out that I am cruising because, for the most part, I am sticking to books under 500 pages.  Last year I failed to attain my goal because of Martin and his behemoths as I trudged through A Song of Fire and Ice once again.   I figure if I get through enough small ones I will be free to take on some of my larger endeavors later this year.  Not that finding books to read has been a problem and the advent of book club guaranteed me at least ten books, as a failure to succeed means I have to buy another member a steak dinner at a nice restaurant.   A bill I would rather not to have to front.  In the event that we are both successful with reading each pick pushed towards us, we simply split the cost.  This seems much better.   With that said, I feel a lot of obligation to read each book since I am the one that sets the whole damn thing up, to fail would be dereliction of duty.  Most of the selections have been diverse and if nothing else, interesting.  As I write this we are about to go through our first ratification to fix things that either were not thought out that entire well or need the group to weigh in.  Hoping we raise the page count since everyone has been able to breeze through the books in the ordained amount of time.

Furthermore, my over-achieving book mate has decided that I need to hop on the World Classic train with him as he plops squarely into Rome Station 26-BC.  This should be some challenging and fun reading but really just adds more to the queue that is already ready to burst its seems. 

Onward to glory I say.  Onward to prosperity I say.  Onward with an ode to the storyteller I say, because without them the world would surely be boring. 

Monday, May 21, 2012

Stoner Soup - Jiaolong's Bounty


Jialong's Bounty - A bounty given to us lowly humans from a mythical and legendary aquatic dragon as old as China's creation myth.  Of seemingly different forms this dragon presented its boons to those that deserved and made a point to drown those that did not.  Wash all berries lightly for fear of angering Jialong and dump frozen blueberries at the base of the bowl.  Slowly sift 1/2 cup of Rice Krispies over the blueberries while slightly sifting the bowl to allow a slight blend.  Next wash and deposit 1/2  cup of blackberries into the bowl with another layer of the remaining Kripsies.  Finally add 1 Cup of Kix across the top, sifting bowl so that all contents are flat.  Sprinkle the dried cranberries evenly across the top and add milk, Enjoy.  When the milks floods through the bowl you'll hear the river crackle in satisfaction and the berries sink to the bottom like large stones.

 Hardware:
Large bowl
Soup Spoon

The Goods:
1/2 Cup of Blueberries (preferably frozen)
1/2 Cup of BlackBerries
1/2 Cup of dried Cranberries
1 Cup of Rice Krispies
1 Cup of Kix
Milk, chilled to near freezing


How Life Comes Today - A Ponderous Day in Paradise

^stolen from another attendee on the trip.

How Life Comes Today – A series of some of my more obsessive traits and observations.

A Ponderous Day in Paradise - Part One

The rooms as cold as I can get the air conditioner to go and the sun filters in across the room drowning all hopeful notions of continued sleep.  My head is pounding from too much cervesa, tequila, and anything else I put down the maw last night.  When you’re in paradise and drinking with strangers from around the world, you can’t be bothered to question everything.  Layers of red white and blue, assorted colored and flavored tequilas, melon shots, Scooby snacks, straight vodka, mojito’s, margaritas, daiquiris; I more than likely drank it all if my throbbing head is any indication.  My sunburn is a lobster red splashed against the porcelain white sheets and I am in a cold sweat, I should have drank some water last night before succumbing to my spins at five AM, but after a few days with this I think I am pro.  In agony I roll away from the spreading light hoping for just a few more hours of sleep.

A dream in itself I realize when a shallow knock shatters my reliquary.  A common practice as the resort comes to life and begins its day.  Rooms to be cleaned, laundry, laundry to be washed, mini-fridges, paths to be dusted, the work seems infinite with the endless rotations of humans seeking paradise and the work that must be done to keep the jungle at bay.  I hear the key card slide in and the snap of the bolt as the door administers admittance to my only sanctuary in this foreign land.  No usual cat-call of “Housekeeping,” why hadn’t I locked the dead bolt?  From the hallway behind me I hear soft footfalls as the resort drone makes his way around the bed to the mini-fridge where he opens and takes inventory, scrawling loudly on his clipboard before turning for what I assume is departure from my burrow, but the footfalls stop.  Immediately my mind sheds the fog of impairment.  I’m alert and conscious that the drone has deviated from his task.  Slowly I twist in my ivory wrap to face the renegade and I see that his back is towards me and that he has not noticed that this particular occupant is now watching his every move.  As quietly as he can the drone begins working at the zipper of my backpack.  No luck, the fools chosen the empty sunglass pouch.  Once realizing his folly his nimble little Mayan hands move to a more robust pocket brimming full with hopeful treasure and he begins to attempt extraction by relieving the zipper.  I want to confirm his intention, the zipper crests across the point of no return.
“What are you doing?” The sleeping bear bellows.  Immediately his hands reflex to his sides and he turns to face me.
“Checking the water for you” he manages to squeeze out in a hesitant and broken voice.
“What where you doing in my bag?” said as if the bear had just discovered the first bowl of empty porridge.  No response.  Again I ask “why where you looking in my bag” ensuring that I increased the octave of my voice with no mistake in the tone of the request.  Still no responses but his eyes are darting for escape and I can see the look of fear imprinted across his face.  He’s been caught and knows it; we both know it and I let him wriggle in it.  Ha can’t leave at this point until I dismiss.  To do anything else could allow me to escalate the situation.  Much like his Mayan descendants, he’s tiny.  Weighing in at what I would estimate to be less than five feet five inches and maybe a hundred and fifty pounds sopping wet.   I could easily pick him up by the throat and crush his larynx with little effort, I have the furry in me to do it but instead I release the tension. 
“If I ever see you in my room again I will kill you, vamanos!” I say in a way that leaves no doubt and he quickly escapes’ as fast as he can.

In a way it is hard to be truly mad when you look at the situation.  What wage he works for in a week I spend on Amazon in a click.  The pillars of their cultural heritage are roped for tourists to visit in droves on air conditioned tour buses, nick-knack’s mass produced and cheaply made, cultural representational costumes used to entice sales but not for any semblance of heritage, and their tropical paradise has been purchased in volume by foreign investors to develop.  All while they are forced to service it day in and day out in a corrupt system, 3rd world housing, and drug cartel wars.  Just two days before we left twenty bodies were discovered, via anonymous tip-off, mutilated beyond recognition near a tourist destination.  Some of the bodies had been so badly mutilated that the gender of the victims was unknown until DNA testing could be processed.  While this absolutely horrifying as a tourist, I can only imagine what this is like as a citizen of a country where this has become normal headlines.  Perhaps all in all I am wrong, it’s just as likely the other way around.  That without the resorts the region would wither and die and the population would have no industry to support.  That maybe they have no collective interest in a heritage that died four hundred years ago.  That this attempted theft wasn’t to support a family but was fore pure petty cash to be spent on drugs, alcohol, or whatever else.  That maybe I do over estimate the intent of others and that I would rather see the good in people over the bad,  The is just so prevalent and I see so much corruption and greed that it sickens me, it breeds out as a cancerous tumor and infects everything it touches.   Shaking my head, I realize it’s time to get out of bed for a glass of water and to take inventory.

With nothing missing and my hangover cured by the event that just transpired, I click on the T.V. to CNN, one of the few English speaking channels that I have any interest in, crank the volume hit the dead bolt on the door and tap the lever to get the shower started.  The showers tricky and likes to occasionally swing from ‘Frozen Planet’ to ‘Dante’s Inferno’ without warning, so I keep my shower escapades short.  Every time I shower I have to put a towel down because the genius that designed the shower decided it was a good idea to have the head of the shower point at the door with accompanying seal on the door.  Lucky for me I get five freshly pressed and cleaned towels a day.  As I get dressed I take stock of my room and do the best I can to clean it up.  When I am tipsy I have a predetermination to make sure my clothes and shoes are scattered so that I have a scavenger hunt as I brush my teeth.  Off to reception to report the morning event as it seems like it might be important to them.  Sliding back the bolt and pulling on the handle creates a slight sucking sound before I’m hit with hot humid air.  By the time I shut the door the dramatic change in temperature causes condensation to form on my glasses and by the time I am down the stairs and onto the path I can feel all of the cold air boil off me and be replaced with humidity and clings to my skin. By the time I have made it to reception my bodies still struggling to get acquainted to temperatures at over 90 degrees.  My Seattle bones just aren’t used to this.  At reception everyone is shocked but of course the manager is indisposed so I have to fill out a form and detail the experience.  Breakfast is served in a few places across the resort but my favorite is the establishment in the select part of the resort.  

This is primarily due to two reasons.  One, no children are allowed in the select portion of the club.  Do not under any circumstance take that for granted.  With such a large amount of people at the resort you are bound to run into rotten parents and children.  The second reason is that the food is good with a comprehensive flexible menu that doubles as a Chilean style meat factory at night.  It’s all inclusive, so if I so choose one of everything on the menu they have to serve it to me because I am king of the castle, or at least they want me to feel that way.  Breakfast Nacho’s with hash browns, coffee, water, and juice was the fare of the day for me.  After breakfast it always comes down to figuring out what to do with the day.  Leaving the resorts is fun and all but you have to have a destination if you don’t want to end up as one of the twenty inside the van pending DNA testing.  I am unmotivated and really just came to soak up the sun and binge drink, so I generally choose to stay.  Choosing your own adventure for me now is deciding beach or one of the many pools through-out the resort.  Pool it is.

It’s usually always the select pool because once again, no irresponsible parents and children and more belligerent adults.  Did I mention that the select portions also feature topless ladies?  Although, I am still not sure if topless is permitted but no one told anyone to stop.  No matter where you are in the resort someone is willing to bring you a drink or four.  This allows you to keep the buzz strong or be belligerent all day and in our case, pool side as we tossed a football for hours.  It should be noted that this behavior leads to excessive skin burns, dehydration, and eventual belligerence.  As is always the case, the sun was starting to set which means everyone rushes to get ready for the evening.  This invariably leads to the entire shower process all over again with decompress time in the room.  I found this time each night invaluable for the proper execution of nightly events.  For a lot of nights we would always attempt to eat as a group which proved difficult with over twenty people.  They always seemed to lose the reservation.  Not that I can blame them, it’s pretty simple really; when you don’t get paid anymore for twenty than you do for two and tip is never promised, I would lose the reservation too.  It also did not help to have a quarter to half of the party show up to dinner up to 45 minutes late.  We always did our best to ensure as many as we could and when all else failed there where to buffet options available.  None the less, tonight’s fare was Italian which featured a build your own salad bar, a soup selection between minestrone or some nasty salmon broth, and followed by a main Italian dish.  With the exception of the fantastic Chilean restaurant, the food is average but that isn’t why we are in paradise. 

After dinner we prepared for the rest of the night which promised a great deal of excitement.




Wednesday, May 16, 2012

What I Am Reading - One Hundred Years of Solitude



One Hundred Years of Solitude
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
417 pages, read it paperback, although I hear printed numbers very on edition.

One Hundred Years of Solitude follow the story of the Buendia family and the rise and fall of the fictional town Macondo.  When we are first whisked away we are planted at the feet of Jose Arcadio Buendia and his wife Ursula right after they establish Macondo with several other families.  The world is filled with mystery and magic in the unknown as gypsies bring unfathomable inventions to the isolated Macondo.  As the town ages we are shown the town through other members of the family and while the magic seems to remain in places and old blood of Macondo, tragedy unfolds as the modern world slowly reaches Macondo altering the way of everyone's life and the town itself forever.

While the book is laden with themes, politics, historical context, and symbolism; I wanted to simply overlook that as I read it and let it filter in as it came in from an unrivaled prose presented by Marquez.  The result was that this was a very melancholy but enjoyable tale that was very introspective.  From a presentation standpoint, Marquez decided to not follow any single character from the Buendia household but to let the family freely roam and tell the story of Macondo as it told the story of itself.  This made the story very different from most stories that I read and I loved it. 

I would suggest this to anybody but it should be noted that it's written in a very long style that is incredibly detailed and at some points, during some of the slower portions, can be painful, especially if some of the periods are a bore for the reader.  There are a few of these moments peppered throughout, but even those set the reader up for the next delivery and deserve your attention and patience.  To anyone looking to read this I would suggest not reading the extensive amount of synopsis of the story and simply plunge in and let it unfold for you as I did.  Also, in the front of the book there is a small family tree, and while it is convenient to simply flip to it, I would suggest printing out a copy and keeping it in the book.

Highly rated.
Highly enjoyed.
Highly celebrated.
Highly recommended.
Highly climbed the list of my favorite books to the top.

Monday, May 14, 2012

What I Am Reading - A Bridge of Birds...


Bridge of Birds: A Novel of an Ancient China That Never Was
Barry Hughart
278 pages, read it in paperback.

Barry Hughart is currently 78 years old and resides in Illinois.  He first fell in love with the orient while serving in the military during the wake of the Korean War.  There really is not that much listed on this fellow but he is adequately educated and even ran a book store for a few years.  I stumbled upon this in my suggested reading on Goodreads and the high ratings and colorful reviews told me to give it a swing.  From what I gather, this is the first in a series of three and while Hughart had planned on writing seven total, a dispute with publishers and some sort of internal issue with the publishing business means we won’t be seeing anymore but the three.  Shame, as this was a fun read and currently only thing Hughart is attributed to, aside from some script writing on shows I have never heard of.

A Bridge of Birds follows the adventures of Number Ten Ox (he's the tenth son and incredibly strong) and Master Li (who has a slight flaw in his character) as they attempt to save Number Ten Ox's village children from a inexplicable plague that has learned to count.  Number Ten Ox is enlisted to travel to Peking to search for a wise man to help them find a cure.  After all of the other wise men refuse employment for such a meager sum, Number Ten Ox finds a sign depicting a half opened eye.  This leads to the gainful employment of Master Li, who has a slight flaw in his character.  Upon returning to the village Master Li is able to ascertain the a cure for the plague and accompanied with Number Ten Ox they set out immediately for a legendary ginseng plant.

I thoroughly enjoyed it and will be reading the other two in the set.  At times it moved to fast but when it did it was for the best.  I loved Master Li, and the slight flaw in his character, it made for some funny moments.  The encounters are fun and they are all tied together nicely.  If you are looking for a quick read that blends storytelling with Chines mythology I would highly recommend it.  

What I Am Reading - Ready Player One



Ready Player One
Ernest Cline
372 pages, read it in hardback

I try to take my recommendations seriously.  Especially when said recommendation comes from a really good friend with an extensive reading background, what can I say; he has rarely lead me astray.  This is the tale of one such read, Ready Player One by Ernest Cline.

Ernest Cline gave his literary debut at the Austin Poetry Slam in 1997 and was its winner in 2008 and 2001 respectfully.  With a little more relevance Cline also wrote the screenplay for Fanboys in 2009.  Fanboys is about a group of high school friends who travel the country to steal a rough cut of The Phantom Menace from Skywalker Ranch.  If this is all gibberish to you, than we have already started on the wrong foot and do not read Ready Player One.  But I digress, so let’s backtrack back to Cline.  This guy owns a DeLorean DMC-12 with the affects needed to go back to the future and this very novel has already been purchased by Warner Bros to be turned into a screenplay written by Cline as well.  Good things for a novel debut.  So let's get to Ready Player One.

Ready Player One shoots us into a fictional world of 2044 where the world as we know it is in ruin and disarray.  Everyone now spends as much as their time as they can in the OASIS, a completely immersive virtual reality that serves as an expansive game, mall, school, private chat boards, etc.  The best way to think of the OASIS is one virtual reality internet in which all of the players/users are on one server and can simultaneously interact with one another within the confines of the system and the places within the OASIS.  The creator of the OASIS, an eccentric and enigmatic James Halliday, passes away and leaves a video will which is sent out to every user of the OASIS.  The video will is as puzzling as the individual and starts the greatest scavenger hunt in existence within the OASIS.  The winner, and there can be only one, will inherent absolute control over the OASIS and Halliday's fortune.  Halliday is of course infatuated with the 80's, hailing it as the golden age of his youth, so upon his death an explosion of 80's culture hit's the modern time.   Everyone immediately starts looking for the egg using the clues given by Halliday but after five years, no one has managed to crack the code and discover the combination, until Wade Wattes comes along.  This is his story, told by him.

I loved every moment of it.  As a kid, I spent most of my time in front of a T.V. or Computer monitor playing games.  I have played EQ, DAoC, World of Warcraft, and a long host of other games for longer than should probably be allowed.  I have had friends online that I have never met and I have wasted countless hours attempting to topple lava beasts and best the Albions.  I scanned forums and fought with 'lessers.' I have found efficient ways to max XP and wasted hours in front of Tetris Machines.  I have been a loyal fan of the internet since its conception and I work for a large software company.  I can see this future and I got the references.   Reading it was like crack and I think anyone with an appreciation of good story telling and internet culture will love it.  With that said, why didn't I give it five stars?  After all the writing is perfect.  The depiction and consistency is spot on.  You will like all of the characters.  You will be engrossed in the telling, hell I read it in two days.  So what gives?  As much as I loved it, I think you have to know and be interested in the culture, and you have to know the references.  I couldn't just give this to my mom and expect her to enjoy it to.  That is why it didn't get the five.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

What I Am Reading - Earth Abides



Earth Abides
George R. Stewart
345 pages, read it in paper back
 
April's OLT book club selection see's yet another post-apocalyptic name cross our chart.  A theme seems to be developing, and while we thought that it might be Albino Villains, it apparently is in fact post-apocalyptic novels. 

In 'Earth Abides' the main character Ish, sees the human population of earth reduced to one percent of its glory at the hands of a global pandemic in what seems like overnight.  While the complete evaporation of the human race would normally be a mentally destabilizing event in itself, somehow Ish keeps from going insane and also manages immunity and thus decides to travel across the country via automobile to observe the state of the human race.  He has decided to persevere and observe the reclamation of everything we once knew and built, back to its feral state.  Why not, after all it is not as if Ish will be left wanting, he has all of the modern conveniences of the time (1949) ; including a never ending supply of canned food, transportation, housing, books, and everything else that humans left in the wake of their disappearance.  He travels on the old arterial highways that crisscross our nation before returning back to the Bay Area.  Upon his journey and return he comes in contact with other survivors who are inexplicable immune as well, eventually finding a mate and building a new society.
 
The structure of the book includes detail accounts of Ish's travels and other significant events as standalone chapters, while also maintaining a series of chapters titled the quick years.  At times the story seemed jumbled and I think Stewart spent a lot of time on detailing out rather insignificant events while simply streaming past significant events in the quick years.  When I first started reading this I was disappointed at the telling.  I was frustrated with the characters and the choices they made until about the 2/3rds mark, in which I actually begin to understand the point of the telling.  This is not a story about Ish or the other survivors; this is a story about the reemergence of society in a new world.  Once I realized that I enjoyed it much more.

 -Potential Spoilers Ahead-

As far as OLT book club goes, we were able to get seven people to complete which is about on par with the previous two reads (9 completed for 'The Hunger Games' and 'The Drowned World'.)
 
Most people championed the social grazes of Ez as their favorite character, with notable mentions to the handyman George and one measly vote for Ish, the main character of 'Earth Abides.'  There really was not any consistent favorite or lasting moment among the champions circle.  Our favorite moments from 'Earth Abides' include:
The Balloting of Charlie
Ish takes a Road Trip
Preparations and outfitting a new rig for the second expedition
The ideology and growing meaning of Ish's hammer
A Rat infestation
When the face of the next generation comes to visit Ish upon the hill.

 Our least favorite moments included:
The dramatic shift in story when Ish meets Em.
Ish's failure in dedication and ability to teach the children.
Roaming the country
The frustration centered on the inability for the colony to realize the importance of a lack of water/plumbing.
Author’s time spent on the explosion of species in the wake of man's demise.
Cultural biased in the telling (written in 1948) and what black colony was doing
The interludes present in each chapter that seemed to miss more than it hit a homer or even a base run.

 Overall I felt we had some really good conversation about the themes of the book, potentially the best so far.  Everyone seemed to be able to debate and relate to the events and what Ish should or should not have done and the merits of the old way versus the new way, etc.  Another fantastic session.

 Scoring from one to ten:
Gee: 7
Dust: 5
Hylen: 7
Th3ee: 6
Tom: 5
SS: 5
Dave: 2 (hater)
Average Lucid rating of 5.14

How Life Comes Today - The Taming of the Beast


My mom decided she wanted to watch my dog while I go on vacation and wanted me to write up a quick guide to kind of help her along in the endeavor. My mom is a cat person through and through so I wanted her to really understand what she was getting into.



This is what I wrote for her.


The Taming of the Beast



A Treatise on the Sustainability of a Large Canid in Domestic Human Lodgings

By Ryan Burgess



To make simple communications between my Canid, he has been named Thane; a name I have found his meager intelligence is capable of comprehending and responds to.  It is agreeable to him to receive this structured moniker before instruction to solely indicate the direction of the order.  Without using it, the Canid will only respond to the order if attention lies on the bearer of the order, and ill-advised alternate to using the moniker of Thane, before issuing the order.  It has succeeded since the Canine was able register that I was communicating with it.  Luckily, else the experiment might have had to be terminated, due ultimately to the lack of mental capability.

1.1: COMMANDS: Through extreme measures of dedication and prowess, I have been able to get the Canid to do as I commanded.  A natural dependency required in sharing my domicile with such a large species.  Over time and experimentation the beast now knows eight commands with some measure of dependency, while others are a constant effort.

1.1B: Thane actively registers these commands with relative success:

Sit – The beast will place his lower extremities in a crude sitting posture, often devolving to a slouch over time.  If the beast is asked to hold in this position for a long time the beast will often tire of the commitment to the posture altogether and lay before the command is given.  I have often used this in my favor to trick the beast.

Lay – The beast will take on a prone position, by which the configurations are endless.  The most common configurations consist of ball, wedge, collapsed barn, and even toothpaste.  Once observed, the posture is easy to identify.  Configurations are widely dictated by existing surface space available and state of the lay.  It is not uncommon to see multiple configurations throughout the course of a lay.  Often lay turns into sleep, which is not a command normally registered by the beast.

Shake – Widely a novelty command used to force the beast to bend to your will.  I have found it best to reward the beast for his efforts and administer a small treat reward.  But remember that restraint in the reward will keep the beast in proper health.  To over-treat the beast is ill advised.  Sometimes the beast will attempt to shake, without the command, if he wishes your attention.

Stay (under ten feet) – Thane is capable of sustaining a sustained freeze possession for limited duration.  This is best executed after a sit command.  The longer the position is held, the more likely the beast will be unable to maintain the position.  In this way, there can be no approximation of duration.

Leave It – This is used to designate the beast away from an object of interest.  If the beast believes the object to be of edible nature, this command may need to be said again with a more forceful tone before the beast will subjugate.  In an awkward show of intelligence which I did not think the beast could comprehend, the beast actually shows signs of duress when I attempt to place food on an extremity and issuing a ‘leave it’ command.  The current running theory is that the beast conceives that he is being punished by not being allowed to eat the treat.  (Further experimentation is needed with an alternate command with this specific function, in the event that food on Canid becomes a relevant command for further habitation if not simply the demonstration of showman ship of such a spectacular specimen.)

1.1C: Thane responds less frequently to these simple commands:

Beep Beep – A command which is used to steer the beast backwards from its current position.  The beast has little if truly any cognitive backwards capability.  When asked the beast simply moves it’s mass whence it came as best it can.  If an object is in the way, the best will topple it unless of strong foundational constitution. 

Sing/Sing to Me –When the beast is in the zenith of its excitement or frustrating it will often omit what can be best described as a guttural howl.  To engage and instigate more of this behavior, I have found that I can command the beast to ‘sing to me.’ Speculation to what the beast is attempting to actually communicate is a wasted endeavor as the beast possesses little in noticeable intelligence.

Stay (over ten feet) – This is used in attempt to quell the beast from further action or to redirect it to a pause position.  The best chances for success are when there are little to no distractions for the beast.  Increasing the amount of distractions directly decreases the chance of success and it should be noted that volume and tone of the command directly affect the outcome. 

1.2: FEEDING:  A great Canid requires sustenance at least twice daily, with a minimum of at least six hours between feedings for best affect.  Currently Thane receives his first meal at around 8:30AM, PST standard time.  Although this can deviate widely on either side as my schedule dictates.  Thane than gets fed at roughly 6:30PM, PST.  This is generally stricter by within an hour although in extreme scheduling conditions it should be noted that a beast is a durable, hearty and can withstand momentary starvation.

1.2B: Allocation of food to the beast can come in a variety of ways:

Standard Kibble – 2 Scoops of hearty blend of animal bits and other Canid edibles from his bin.  Can be used for the AM or PM feeding

Fancy Feast – 1 scoop of kibble and an entire can of dog food.  Can be used for the AM or PM feeding, although should not be used for two back to back feedings, despite the beasts fondness for the mash.

Treats – It’s best to reward the beast throughout the day or evening periodically, although I would not suggest over feeding him to maintain a rewarding physique and encourage the likelihood of good health.

Water – Like all creatures, the beast requires water to survive.  It is strongly recommended that his drinking vessel be placed outside or within the confines of his primary lodging.  It should be noted that the beast is poor at controlling ingested water and great heaps of it will in fact drip out in long streams if unintended.

1.2C: Ingesting the wrong thing can kill a beast and under no circumstance should the beast be fed with or allowed to consume:

                Anything Chocolate – Chocolate can be fatal to the beast.

                Grapes – Indigestible to the beast and could cause significant issues with his digestive track.

Chemicals – Chemicals such as antifreeze and Pine Sol are confusing and titillating to the beast.  If consumed can cause seizure and cardiac arrest, although any diminished intelligence as a result may be unobservable.

1.2D:  Do not encourage or enforce extreme exercise up to ½ hour after feeding.  A condition could form causing his stomach to turn inside over and around itself.  In the event that this should occur, please contact the veterinary doctor immediately.

1.3: EXERCISE: The beast requires little in actual exercise.  While he has the freedom of a shy acre he barely utilizes any of his surroundings at often prefers to sleep amongst the grass of his habitat when weather permits.  While this is the Canid’s preferred state, he sometimes needs exercise.  I generally find it ideal to walk him at least once a weak to satiate his need and have found that this is more than enough. 

1.3B: A walk is sufficient for the beast and he is accustomed to walking up to three miles.  Above three miles the Canid often tires and looks to lay down whenever forward action is not met.  This can be tiresome to then stir the beast making the return trek home or to the transportation unit, nay impossible.   

1.3C: If the beast has been locked away for a prolonged period of time he should be allowed a brief liaison in an outdoor expanse before being permitted inside the domicile.

1.3D: The Canid is fond of human interaction and when greeted after a long period of solitude the beast will often show signs of extreme excitement.  This manifests most notably as a spinning while simultaneously singing (as described in section 1.1C) action.  There is no stopping this, however; I have found that long term sustainability of this behavior is unachievable for the beast as he tires quickly.  To reduce the potential destructive effects of this social ineptitude and lack of consideration, simply step back away from him until he has tired himself.

1.3E: Again, do not encourage or enforce extreme exercise up to ½ hour after feeding.  A condition could form causing his stomach to turn inside over and around itself.  In the event that this should occur, please contact the veterinary doctor immediately.

1.4: GENERAL OBSERVATIONS:  Over the course of nearly three years (the duration of this experiment,) the Canid has demonstrated eccentric reoccurring behavior that is inexplicable under standard classification measures.  The behavior is in itself unimportant to the existence or maintenance of the beast, however; I feel it is imperative to at least note my observations in the event that a new pattern might be drawn from their composition and eventually perhaps even discovering the root of their common place.

1.4B: A beast snores loudly when permitted to maintain a long-sleep pattern.  This behavior devolves to full mouth inflation and deflation throughout the pattern of its sleep cycle.  As an observer, this behavior can become annoying at times but long term exposure to the behavior leaves the observer familiar and the behavior unregistered.

1.4C: A beast shows incredible interest in Canid-human interaction; it specifically seems to want (used loosely due to lack of intelligence) the acknowledgement of a human.  It frequently enjoys being scratched and will attempt to garner this by leaning against a human to encourage the activity.  Its preferential spot for scratching is on one of his sides next to where his ribs meet his spine, about halfway across his span.  Due to the size of the beast, a human must be cognizant of this fact or potentially be left off balance and in danger of falling.  There is no standard indication, save this behavior and whining (listed below) to let a human know that the Canid wishes for interaction.

1.4D: Whining is another such occurrence in which the beast is unhappy or unfulfilled with the action present at the time.  Perhaps the beast is genetically unable to come to a sense of ease due to the long history of hunting imbedded within its un-cognitive brain.  Much like the above, this is often a sign that the beast wishes for interaction or stimulation.

1.4E: The Canid has been observed to attempt to entertain itself for short periods of time.  Generally speaking the beasts will pick-up a designated toy with its mouth and flail his head from side to side in a crude tearing fashion.  At other intervals the beast may drop and pick up the toy repeatedly.

1.4F: For a more romantic experience with the Canid, one can scratch the beast’s earhole with their knuckles, applying pressure towards his skull.  This will almost elicit ecstasy within the beast and the observer should be wary that his head may need to be supported, best achieved with the other hand.  After some time the beast will remain in a dreamlike state in which his face can be rubbed thoroughly before he passes off to inevitable sleep.

1.5: COMBAT:  The beast shows extreme need to dominate others of the Canid species.  The observer should be weary of such behavior and keep the beast from conflict under all circumstances.  Losing control of the beast is a scary and very serious matter.  Indicators that the beast is reaching critical mass are easy for the trained eye.  The beast’s body language changes to acute defensive posturing and interest in a specific target.  Multiple observations of the behavior have shown that the beast struggles with basic understanding of the situation.  In his frustration the hair at the rear of his back will often rise from its flat position and the beast will attempt to get into locus of dominance.  If allowed to continue the beast could attack in an attempt to destroy or demonstrate superiority over the other Canid.  Attacks between Canid’s can be dangerous to one another and any observers in the area.  This behavior should be avoided at all costs.  In the event that you see this posturing immediately give Thane a command to shift his attention and lead him away from the other Canid while maintaining his attention.  This is usually accomplished by repeatedly using his name in any semblance of one sided conversation which I have found confuses the situation enough to alleviate his interest in the destruction of the other Canid(s).  To help prevent the loss of control if the beast goes berserk, always use his pinch collar during exercising in a public area and keep a short firm lead on his leash when around other Canid’s.  In the event that two or more Canid engage one another, attempt to pull them apart by any means necessary.  To limit the chance of injury to yourself, keep all extremities away from the fight unless you are willing to endure potential injury.  While the event may seem scary, do your best to keep a straight face and exert your much superior human intelligence on the situation.  Many Canid owners are irresponsible or unobservant, leave the situation as quickly as possible to ensure the dogs to not reengage one another in the heightened confusion and emotion of the owners.  The beast usually regrets his actions quickly after the engagement ends and will often wish to be close to his master/observer afterwards.

1.6: DISCIPLINE: Over the course of rearing the Canid, I have found two successful measures in controlling the beast’s behavior in matters not legitimized by verbal commands.  To remedy irrational and destructive behavior, two procedures have become a staple of our discipline regime with a third much more strict option.

1.6B: Both of the listed actions below are viable but the dispensation often varies based on the severity of the behavior while the third should be reserved for only the most extreme of behavior.

General ‘don’t do that’ – Sometimes the beast will engage in nuisance level behavior which can sometimes upgrade to bad behavior.  To rectify this behavior, simply tell Thane ‘no.’ While this was not listed under commands, the Canid generally responds to such and ceases his bad behavior.

General discipline – In matters in which the Canid is taking advantage of an unobservant human or completely neglecting a rule it is best to remind him by administrating a flick to the nose.  The Canid’s nose is sensitive and he will immediately cease behavior and demonstrate moping behavior.

Extreme Measures – In the event that the Canid is engaging in destructive behavior, it is permissible to dominate him.  This is not a general usage and it has only been used a few times throughout the experiment. 

1.7: GOODLUCK: Good luck.