Reading List: May 2018 - April 2019

The Crystal Shard
R.A. Salvatore
Side Jobs
Jim Butcher
Mr. Monster
Dan Wells
Wailing Ghosts
Pu Songling
Letters to a Young Poet
Rainier Maria Rilke
Ghost Story
Jim Butcher
I Don’t Want to Kill You
Dan Wells
The Adventure Zone: Here There Be Gerblins
Clint McElroy & Carey Pietsch
I Hunt Killers
Barry Lyga
Mrs. Dalloway
Virginia Woolf
Red Dragon
Thomas Harris
The Hours
Michael Cunningham
Made to Stick
Chip Heath & Dan Heath
Into the Wild
Jon Krakauer
The Psychopath Test
Jon Ronson
Umbrella Academy: Apocalypse Suite
Gerard Way & Gabriel Ba
Spider-Gwen: Volumes 0-5
Jason Latour & Robbie Rodriguez
Hawkeye: Volumes 2-4
Matt Fraction & David Aja
The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina 1-8
Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa & Robert Hack
The Amulet of Samarkand
Jonathan Stroud
Saga: Volumes 7 & 8
Brian K. Vaughan & Fiona Staples
The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat
Oliver Sacks
Spider-Man Noir
David Hine and Carmine di Giandomenico
Them: Adventures with Extremists
Jon Ronson
The Turn of the Screw
Henry James
The Haunting of Hill House
Shirley Jackson
Rosemary’s Baby
Ira Levin
The Exorcist
William Peter Blatty
We Have Always Lived in the Castle
Shirley Jackson
The Amityville Horror
Jay Anson
The Outsider
Stephen King
In Cold Blood
Truman Capote
Stephen King
Stephen King
Gwendy’s Button Box
Stephen King
Let the Right One In
John Ajvide Lindqvist
The Great Gatsby
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Barry Lyga
Blood of My Blood
Barry Lyga
The Stars My Destination
Alfred Bester
The Voyage Out
Virginia Woolf
The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordan
Stephen King
The Sawbones Book
Dr. Sydnee McElroy and Justin McElroy
Tina Fey
The Beautiful and Damned
F. Scott Fitzgerald


Reading List: May 2017-April 2018

Larry's Party, Carol Shields
The Thief, Megan Whalen Turner
The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood
The World According to Garp, John Irving
The Lies of Locke Lamora, Scott Lynch
A Canticle for Leibowitz, Walter M. Miller, Jr.
The Wee Free Men, Terry Pratchett
Candide, Voltaire
Dolores Claiborne, Stephen King
Redwall, Brian Jacques
Maurice, E.M. Forster
The Apprentice: My Life in the Kitchen, Jacques Pepin
Astrophysics for People in a Hurry, Neil DeGrasse Tyson (a)
Mossflower, Brian Jacques
The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner
Everything's Eventual, Stephen King
Revolutionary Road, Richard Yates
Brave New World, Aldous Huxley
Hawkeye, Vol. 1: My Life as a Weapon, Matt Fraction and David Aja
Steal This Book, Abbie Hoffman
Rose Madder, Stephen King
Riding the Rap, Elmore Leonard
Night Shift, Stephen King
Girl, Interrupted, Susanna Kaysen
Raylan, Elmore Leonard
From a Buick 8, Stephen King
A Darker Shade of Magic, V.E. Scwhab
The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck, Mark Manson
Skeleton Crew, Stephen King
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Robert M. Pirsig
The Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov
The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky
Watership Down, Richard Adams (2)
The House of the Baskervilles, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
A Study in Scarlet, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
The Sign of the Four, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (a)
Siddhartha, Herman Hesse (a)
Wind, Sand and Stars, Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Before We Were Yours, Lisa Wingate
A Wizard of Earthsea, Ursula K. Le Guin
Storm Front, Jim Butcher
Fool Moon, Jim Butcher
Grave Peril, Jim Butcher
Saga, Book 1, Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples
Summer Knight, Jim Butcher
Saga, Book 2, Brian K. Vaughan and Fiona Staples
Y: The Last Man, Unmanned, Brian K. Vaughan and Pia Guerra
Y: The Last Man, Cycles, Brian K. Vaughan and Pia Guerra
Y: The Last Man, Book Two, Brian K. Vaughan and Pia Guerra
I Am Not a Serial Killer, Dan Wells
Y: The Last Man, Book Three, Brian K. Vaughan and Pia Guerra
Y: The Last Man, Book Four, Brian K. Vaughan and Pia Guerra
Y: The Last Man, Book Five, Brian K. Vaughan and Pia Guerra
Annihilation, Jeff Vandermeer
Blood Rites, Jim Butcher
Preacher, Book One, Garth Ennis and Steve Dillon
Preacher, Book Two, Garth Ennis and Steve Dillon
Preacher, Book Three, Garth Ennis and Steve Dillon
The Private Eye, Volume One, Brian K. Vaughan and Marcos Martin
Preacher, Book Four, Garth Ennis and Steve Dillon
The Private Eye, Volume Two, Brian K. Vaughan and Marcos Martin
Preacher, Book Five, Garth Ennis and Steve Dillon
Preacher, Book Six, Garth Ennis and Steve Dillon
Dead BeatJim Butcher
Proven GuiltyJim Butcher
White KnightJim Butcher
Small FavorJim Butcher
Turn CoatJim Butcher
ChangesJim Butcher
Dandelion Wine, Ray Bradbury

(2)=second time reading


Reading List: May 2016-April 2017

Pronto, Elmore Leonard
The Sword in the Stone, T.H. White
The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman, Laurence Sterne
Ocean at the End of the Lane, Neil Gaiman
Full Dark, No Stars, Stephen King
Tortilla Flat, John Steinbeck
The Name of the Wind, Patrick Rothfuss
The Wise Man's Fear, Patrick Rothfuss
The Slow Regard of Silent Things, Patrick Rothfuss
The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway
End of Watch, Stephen King
The Red Pony, John Steinbeck
The Moon is Down, John Steinbeck
Cannery Row, John Steinbeck
The Pearl, John Steinbeck
The Boys in the Boat, Daniel James Brown
The Martian Chronicles, Ray Bradbury
A Thousand Acres, Jane Smiley
Disgrace, J.M. Coetzee
Kitchens of the Great Midwest, J. Ryan Stradal
Gerald's Game, Stephen King
The Westing Game, Ellen Raskin
Hearts in Atlantis, Stephen King
Timeline, Michael Crichton
The Sirens of Titan, Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Vandals, Alan Michael Parker
As I Lay Dying, William Faulkner
Maus, Art Spiegelman
Brilliance, Marcus Sakey
How Proust Can Change Your Life, Alain de Botton
Lisey's Story, Stephen King
Gast, Carol Swain
Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov
Black Hole, Charles Burns
Tao of Pooh, Benjamin Hoff
Batman: Hush, Jeph Loeb, Jim Lee, Scott Williams
The Sandman Volume 1, Neil Gaiman
Captain Marvel: Higher, Further, Faster, More, Kelly Sue Deconnick & David Lopez
Ms. Marvel, G. Willow Wilson, Adrian Alphona, Jacob Wyatt
Runaways Vol. 1, Brian K. Vaughan & Adrian Alphona
Pretty Deadly Vol 1: The Shrike, Kelly Sue Deconnick & Emma Rios
All About Love: New Visions, bell hooks
Pretty Deadly Vol 2: The Bear, Kelly Sue Deconnick & Emma Rios
Runaways Vol 2., Brian K. Vaughan & Adrian Alphona
Needful Things, Stephen King
Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, Benjamin Alire Saenz
The Goldfinch, Donna Tartt
Under the Dome, Stephen King
The Book Thief, Markus Zusak
The Golden Compass, Philip Pullman
The Subtle Knife, Philip Pullman
The Amber Spyglass, Philip Pullman


Happiness and Stuff

I’d like to talk a bit today about happiness. Let me say ahead of time that I’m not trying to change anyone and I’m not trying to call anyone out on the way that he/she lives. I am only talking about some things as I see them.

There seem to be two contrary philosophies in today’s American society. On the one hand, many claim that the purpose of life is to achieve happiness. Many see the means to achieve that happiness in the so-called “American Dream,” the idea that if one works hard enough then he/she can move up the corporate ladder until he/she is in charge of others and extremely rich. I don’t see the two of these going hand-in-hand, and this is a somewhat unpopular opinion in this day and age. Let me again say that I can only give my own feelings and experiences on this matter.

Many philosophers, psychologists, and thinkers have studied the idea of happiness, perhaps most notably Sigmund Freud in his book Civilization and its Discontents. In this book, Freud says:
What we call happiness in the strictest sense comes from the (preferable sudden) satisfaction of needs which have been dammed up to a high degree, and it is from its nature only possible as an episodic phenomenon. When any situation that is desired by the pleasure principle is prolonged, it only produces a feeling of mild contentment. We are so made that we can derive intense enjoyment only from a contrast and very little from a state of things. Thus our possibilities of happiness are already restricted by our constitution. (Freud)
The idea here that happiness is necessarily temporary and that what we typically think of as “happiness” is really contentment is one that has spoken to me for years, since I read this work in the first semester of my junior year. Since then, I have thought of contentment (basically, happiness) as the goal of life, what is meant to be achieved. Much to my pleasure, I feel that I’ve accomplished that goal, even though I’m only twenty-three years old. Unfortunately, however, societal pressures based in some ways on the American Dream have made me feel like my achievement of contentment is somehow not enough. Freud says, “An unrestricted satisfaction of every need presents itself as the most enticing method of conducting one's life, but it means putting enjoyment before caution, and soon brings its own punishment... Against the dreaded external world…” There is a pressure to leave behind the contentment that I’ve found in order to move onward and upward in pursuit of things like a “better” job, physical perfection, and commercial success.

I’d like to start with my job. For the last three and a half years, I have worked as a tutor at a university. At the risk of getting in trouble, I’ll not be getting more specific than that. For the entirety of my time at my job, I have loved what I do. Every day, I get to go to a place that has an atmosphere that I enjoy and thrive on, a casual and friendly learning environment. I get to impart my knowledge upon others, bettering them and increasing their understanding of concepts and practices, and bettering myself by learning from each of them. My wife says she loves that I love what I do, and the fact that I’ve never had a bad day at work, the fact that I’ve never said, “I don’t want to go to work tomorrow.”

Let me be clear that this isn’t simply me having an excellent work ethic or being consistently positive; I’ve had previous jobs where every day was a bad day and every night was “I don’t want to go to work tomorrow.” I’ve just found my fit. I’ve found a place where I can be happy with what I do, feel like I make a difference, and be excited to go back to work the next day. However, many people seem to think that’s not enough. Because my job doesn’t pay a lot of money and it’s only part-time, many of the people in my life, even others who I work with, think that it’s time for me to move forward.

Since I graduated with my Bachelor’s degree a year and a half ago, people have been frequently bombarding me with questions about when I’m going to “move on” or get a “real” job. These questions confuse and vex me. Why should I “move on?” Because society dictates that the next step is moving on to a full-time position doing something that I don’t enjoy? How is that better than what I’m doing now? Why is it not enough that I’m content now? I’ve seen many people give up on a job they love in order to move on to something that pays better or has longer hours, for no other reason than it’s the “next step.” Because I’ve heretofore refused to take that “next step,” somehow I’m identified as lazy, complacent, and settling for less. But if achieving contentment is the goal, then I’ve certainly done that at work, so why leave that behind?

I’d like to quickly thank my parents for never being on the side of pressuring me to move on. I think they’ve worked enough jobs, some for money, some for joy, and they’ve been able to tell which way is really better. Thanks for that.

Because of the pressures of succeeding in the established sense, I have applied for several jobs in my time at this job, but because my heart wasn’t really in it, I haven’t gotten any of those jobs. A larger part of me has been happy about that; I didn’t want to leave anyway. I was only really applying for them to go through the motions. So, at that point, I’m wasting time just to have the appearance of progressing

The fact is, I feel like I am progressing. Each day before work, I can spend my time doing whatever I like, a luxury I don’t take for granted. I spend it doing things that either I enjoy, furthering my contentment, or that I both enjoy and that can further me as a person: reading, writing, drawing, Photoshopping, working on my podcast, or editing my YouTube videos. I spend that time developing skills that I enjoy and that may eventually help me if I decide to get a new job down the line. I feel like that’s enough.

The next area where I find this problem of philosophy affecting me is fitness. Many people have achieved contentment through fitness. Across the world, people find that the effort put forth results in progress they can see, and that makes them “happier.” This mindset is almost universal in America; better fitness results in a better life. The problem is that this mindset, for some, can be harmful.

It’s not a mystery that each person enjoys different things. Some, like me, find fulfillment in writing, in earning platinum trophies in video games, or producing a podcast that very few people listen to. Others prefer building homes or, in this case, working out. There is no one-size-fits-all path to happiness, but so many people seem the think that fitness is the one. I am saying nothing against people who strive to be physically fit; it is undoubtedly a great thing to do for oneself if it is making them happy or is contributing to their contentment.

Myself, I’ve always been the chubby guy, since my early teens, and I really have no problem with that. I don’t feel dizzy or short-of-breath at any point during the day, I don’t feel out of shape, and I don’t feel much in the way of phantom pain. I feel good, honestly, despite the fact that I’m a bit heavier than some. However, once again, that apparently isn’t enough for many people. People all seem to think that if I want to be happy, I have to be thin, muscular, and strong. I just don’t think that’s the case. For many people, it is; many find their happiness directly correlates with their appearance and fitness. As I said earlier, this can be harmful for those of us who don’t fit in with the Hollywood ideal of beauty, but don’t necessarily want to.

The idea that muscle mass or lack of flab is directly equated to life satisfaction and happiness makes people who aren’t Adonises feel like they’re lesser. That feeling doesn’t really make people want to jump up from what they’re doing a rush to the gym, particularly if the gym isn’t something they enjoy in the first place.

Again, I can only really speak to my own experience. I have never had any problem with the physical aspect of working out. I enjoy hiking, biking, and, even to some extent, lifting weights. However, I don’t like the gym itself, as a place. The reason for this is that, in my opinion, it is a haven for judgment, both of others and oneself. As hard as it is to go through life and not compare oneself to every beautiful man or woman on screen or on the covers of magazines, it is almost impossible not to compare myself to others at the gym. There’s an air of insecurity that comes standard with the gym if you’re not in great shape and you’re not super familiar with the steps, procedures, and etiquette of the place. That can make it even harder to go and better oneself.

Just this weekend, I went to the gym with a group of friends, somewhat begrudgingly, but I love my friends and I wanted to share in their experiences, despite the fact that the gym is far from my favorite place. While I was there, I told myself not to judge others, but I did it almost automatically. Because I was feeling somewhat insecure about myself, I unconsciously sought out others around me who were bigger, less fit than I was, so that I wasn’t the least fit person there. I don’t want to do that. Really, I don’t. Then, just a short time later, I was doing assisted dips on a machine and a giant, six-and-a-half feet tall, 280-pounds of sheer muscle, laughed at me and said, “Look at him.” Sweet. That’s what I needed.

The problem for me is this: I feel completely happy and proud of my fitness and my body until I’m at the gym or thinking about the gym. You can’t strive to better yourself without first acknowledging that you’re worse now than you could be. That acknowledgement doesn’t make me happy; it makes me feel bad about my physical self. So, I’d rather just not do that. I’d rather just be content with who I am physically and let that be, never comparing myself to others, whether I think I’m better or worse. That in some ways is a difficult option to take, though. Even after making the choice to just be happy with whom I am, I will still feel the pressures to go to the gym or do something to “better” myself. Regardless, I’m going to stand my ground, for now. 

I want to say to my friends if they’re reading this that I’m not upset about being invited to the gym. I know that you all have found it as a way to make you happier and, because we all love each other, you only want me to share in that happiness with you. Sadly, it’s just not by bag, baby. I love you all and I don’t want any of you to change ever.

Lastly, I’d like to speak about writing, something that I deeply enjoy, and have for my entire life. When I successfully write something, anything, I feel glad that I’ve completed the process of moving something from my mind to a page, in words that I feel accurately convey my meaning and sentiment. I majored in creative writing and I had lofty ambitions of being a full-time writer, taking my many ideas for stories and novels and making them reality.

Unfortunately, societal pressure has gotten me down again. I find that I have a harder time writing now than ever before because the looming shadow of commercial success is always over me. The pressure of success has made me feel like nothing I write is good enough, because I am only ever thinking about the eventual end of submitting it, and it likely being rejected (this is of course not because of my writing specifically; the publishing world is simply a difficult one. I can acknowledge this, and really know this, yet it doesn’t really help me when it comes time to get the words going).

This is an area where I still need to work harder. Just as I’ve done with my job, I need to get over how people may perceive my work and just do it because I love it and it furthers my contentment. That’s my biggest challenge right now. It’s just not easy to push through the pressures of so many people, truly an entire civilization and its discontents, to make that happen.

In closing, I just want to say that I truly am content. For any person out there who thinks that I need a new job, that I need to have a six-pack and rippling biceps, that I need to be a prolifically published writer, I just don’t think I do. I am content with who I am and what I’m doing with my life. The only times that I feel discontent is when I open myself up to external pressures. So, I’m going to go on ahead with a poignant phrase of this generation, “You do you.” As much as I may hate how people of my generation talk, I kinda like the sentiment of that one. I’m going to be who I want to be, rather than who others want me to be, and, I think, that will make me happy.

Thanks for reading my thoughts and ramblings.

Until next time,

Work Cited

Freud, Sigmund. Civilization and its Discontents in The Standard Editions of the Complete
         Psychological Works of Sigmund Freud, Volume XXI. Trans. James Strachey. New York:
         Norton, 1961.


Reading List: May 2015-April 2016

These are all of the books that I read in the last year.

Letting Loose the Hounds, Brady Udall
Desert Solitaire, Edward Abbey
Grapes of Wrath, John Steinbeck
Black Panther: Civil War, Reginald Hudlin
peculiar, Various, Created by Aaron Gates and Jack Garcia
The Chronicles of Narnia, C.S. Lewis
The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven, Sherman Alexie
The Watch, Rick Bass
Travels with Charley in Search of America, John Steinbeck
Mr. Mercedes, Stephen King
The Complete Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams
Finder's Keepers, Stephen King
A Series of Unfortunate Events, Lemony Snicket
American Gods, Neil Gaiman
Insomnia, Stephen King
A Friend of the Earth, T.C. Boyle
The Martian, Andy Weir
On the Road, Jack Kerouac
Of Mice and Men, John Steinbeck
Watership Down, Richard Adams
A Wrinkle in Time, Madeleine L'Engle
"Imprisoned with the Pharaohs" and Other Stories, H.P. Lovecraft (audiobook)
Song of Solomon, Toni Morrison
Old Man and the Sea, Ernest Hemingway
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Robert Louis Stevenson
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Ken Kesey
A Mercy, Toni Morrison
Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson
Peter and Wendy, J.M. Barrie
Unfaithful Music & Disappearing Ink, Elvis Costello
Alias, Brian Michael Bendis
Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
East of Eden, John Steinbeck
A Clockwork Orange, Anthony Burgess
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, Arthur Conan Doyle
Nigger, Dick Gregory
God Bless John Wayne, Kinky Friedman
Kitchen Confidential, Anthony Bourdain
Black Boy, Richard Wright
White Noise, Don DeLillo
The Color Purple, Alice Walker
11/22/63, Stephen King
Animal Farm, George Orwell
A Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway
Shadow of the Wind, Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Neverwhere, Neil Gaiman
The Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison
Code Name Verity, Elizabeth Wein
Three Tales from the Sketchbook of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent, Washington Irving
The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame
The Phantom Tollbooth, Norton Juster
Inkheart, Cornelia Funke
How to Write a Sentence, Stanley Fish
Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, Pablo Neruda
Inkspell, Cornelia Funke
The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, Sherman Alexie
Inkdeath, Cornelia Funke
The Book of Three, Lloyd Alexander
The Black Cauldron, Lloyd Alexander
The Castle of Llyr, Lloyd Alexander
Taran Wanderer, Lloyd Alexander
The High King, Lloyd Alexander

All told, that's 84 books! That's by far the most reading I've ever done in a year. Here's to another good year of reading!



Stephen J. Allen
If I were to take on an alter-ego, I would become a criminal in the societal sense, but an animal in the natural one.
I would burn down empty office buildings and plant a forest where the ashes fell.
I would build my den out of sticks and stones and run among the trees.
I would tear off my machine-made clothing and my mask of calm “normality” to swim upstream with salmon
and howl with the neighborhood strays.
Now, I am like the strays, too suburban for nature, too wild for the suburbs. Sometimes tame and sometimes untamable,
instinct working in waves.
But I’d be like their ancestors: an animal too wild even for his own wilderness.
I would wander, leaving behind the credit cards, the discrimination, the pain of being a person in a place too preventive for profound expression.
I would walk sometimes on two legs, sometimes on four, sometimes not at all, because animals need rest too.
I would eat what I could find—discarded crusts, wasted leftover lasagna, stale bread—and never asking anyone to pass the salt. Never sending my meal back because my steak was overcooked or my salad overdressed. Never sitting across from my wife, secretly seeing only the waitress behind her, also overdressed.
I would not order delivery, I would order order to deliver itself away from me,
I’d be happy in my chaos.
I would not stalk people online, I would stalk prey, low to the ground like a great white tiger, or under the ground like a trapdoor spider.
I would not have enemies.
I would not have regret.
I would not have first, second, or third-world problems. My problem would be the world itself, slowly getting torn apart and built anew, ripping up nature to put down a parking lot, filling in all of the “nowhere” between here and there.
Eventually, I’d find my way back to the city, the cage which I’d escaped.
I’d be seen by an officer, who would arrest me for trespassing, loitering, public urination.
She would chain me up and wait to hear back from her chief,
unwilling to take action without approval.
Some average cup-of-joe-carrying Joe would walk by, looking upon me with contempt, and I would reflect it right back.
He would go on down the road to a job he hates and silently drink shots in his office at 11 AM, thinking about the playground from his youth, now a Wal-Mart,
thinking about the field beside his childhood home, now a gated community where people imprison themselves and conceal their claws from the neighbors,
thinking about a time when he felt free, skinny dipping with his first ex-wife at her lake house,
thinking about me, the beast he wishes he could be, handcuffed to a parking meter and snarling like a dog.
Would he see that he’s the criminal?
Would he feel the pressing weight of envy on his chest?
Would he feel instinct itching behind his eyes, in his palms, on the bottoms of his feet?
Would he feel a rumble rising in his throat, a roar threatening to break through the constant drone of low voices and telephones ringing, his thunder reverberating off the cubicle walls and inspiring some kind of pack-mentality mutiny from his neutered and blinded peers? Or would he stay, silent?
The cop would come back, then, and unlock my handcuffs, the police chief insisting that I be left to animal control, “The prison is not a pound.”
And I would run free, letting my roar loose and relishing the feeling of asphalt changing underfoot: to dirt, to spongy moss, to earth. 



I've been thinking a lot about Mars lately.

I'm sure almost everyone has heard about Mars One plan. If you haven't, I'll explain it to you. The idea is to send an unmanned spacecraft to Mars in 2018, equipped with some water and other various scientific instruments, and then to follow that with a group of four earth humans (selected from 200,000 applicants, all of whom I'm sure don't have any marital or financial problems...), who will arrive on 2024-25 and never return to Earth. This project will cost "around $6,000,000,000" (six billion) according to CNN. Y'know, approximately. The intent of the mission is to eventually colonize the red planet.

This has gotten me thinking a lot.

What kind of people do we want to be the first to another planet?
This is very important. I mean, there will almost certainly be a doctor, or someone with medical experience, in case of accidents. What other than that though? There doesn't really need to be a teacher at this stage, since everyone going will already be educated (hopefully). Tayler said that a hairstylist from Provo applied. Far from thinking this ridiculous, I thought it was pretty damn clever. She realizes that people on Mars are gonna need haircuts like anyone else. Someone's gotta do it. I think there ought to be a skilled writer up there. Someone needs to chronicle that shit. Also, they get the pleasure of starting their journal entries with "Captain's log" or "Stardate blah-blah" or "Mars One Main Correspondent reporting from Mars One Main Mission Base..." Cool. I'm interested to see. Rumor has it that the people going will be chosen by the public. That scares me. The public doesn't know what the hell it wants (look at the Kardashians, for God's sake!). I don't think the world is ready for "The Real Housewives of Mars" or "Survivor: Red Planet." Maybe Survivor.

Will they have their own government?
I feel like knowing who's in charge will be a challenge. They ought to have a mayor or something, right? Maybe a president. Then the question is, can previous presidents from Earth run for Mars president? (Maybe that's why they froze Lenin, so that he could be revived to rule Mars...the RED Planet! I may have just stumbled about some serious business!) I hope for the citizens of Mars that some of our more "special" presidents don't run (especially if his brother is the governor of Mars-Florida... I'm not talking about anyone specific here...)

Not too much more now... Sorry that it's so lengthy this time... (That's what she said. I've made that joke before, but it's still funny.)

Will they have their own currency?
Joe jokingly said that they would use bitcoin. I think they'd be missing an opportunity to come up with something new. (I'm thinking SchruteBucks, or something similar). I say that they should come up with a new Mars money, something that is worth less than the dollar, so that Americans can finally go somewhere and have the exchange rate in their favor for once!

How will they handle procreation?
I don't know if these people will be too concerned about it initially, but eventually there will be some babies (the first Martians!), accidents happen. Are they prepared for this? I hope so...

Are they going to attempt to bring more water and create an Earth-esque climate, complete with all of that evaporation, condensation, precipitation business that we learned about in our ninth grade Earth Sciences class with Mr. Landeen?!


Lastly, what language will they speak?
It's my understanding that this project will include people from a few different nationalities (it probably should anyone, or else that's not cool...). Are they going to establish a common language? Will it be one that already exists? Again, I feel like they would be missing out on a rare chance to create a brand new language. That sounds like a madorkian trimply! (Marsian for "freaking blast!")

Alright. That's it for today.

Until next time,