Friday, October 29, 2010

How To Communicate WIth Writers

I saw this on Marc Cortez's blog yesterday and it made me laugh, so I just knew it would make you chortle with joy, because you are waaaaay more easily entertained than me.



Also, if you're not reading Marc's blog, you really should be. He has interesting theological posts as well as silly nonsense gathered from around the internet. Sometimes he has silly theology that is gathered from around the internet. But on those days he balances it out with interesting nonsense that is more serious.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Poetry Slam Tonight!

Tonight PDXCRU is hosting a poetry slam at Portland State University, featuring poetry slam champion Phil Long.

There's over $500 in cash prizes, which, as you poets know, is the lifetime salary of most poets. 

Sounds like it's going to be awesome!  If you're a poet, sign up by 6:30.  If you're there to watch the riot, the party starts at 7. 

Have fun!

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Kids Keep You Humble

My seven year old (A) overheard me talking to someone on the phone today; he was inviting me to come be the keynote speaker at a conference.  We talked about it for a while, and later in the night A and I had this conversation:

A: Dad, do all these people who ask you to come speak at their conferences actually want you to speak or do they just pick using popsicle sticks or something?

Me: Uhhh... you mean, do they just randomly choose from a big list of people?

A: Yes.

Me: They actually want me to come speak.

A: Huh.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Crackers

I was walking through the supermarket this afternoon looking for Wheat Thins and mumbling under my breath, "Crackers, crackers, where are all the crackers" just as I walked by an African American gentlemen who looked at me like I was crazy. Because, let's face it, the Safeway by my house is just flush with crackers.

THE END

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Noodling

I was in Orlando last week and some friends started talking about "noodling." The more they talked about it, I started to wonder if they were messing with me. What they explained was that noodling is when someone swims down to a sunken log where big catfish live, and they stick their arm inside the log so that the catfish grabs on, and then they swim up and stick it in the boat.

The danger being that there could be poisonous snakes or snapping turtles in the submerged catfish hidey-hole and one can lose a finger or become poisoned.

In other words, it makes for excellent television.



I thought I should share this with you. My world is now a larger and stranger place.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Currently Reading...

Brought to me this week by an Amazon gift card from my sister:

First we have Michael Connelly's THE REVERSAL.I love the Harry Bosch novels and have read them all and I always buy the new ones in hardcover so I don't have to wait a minute longer than necessary.

Second is Parker: The Outfit, which is Darwyn Cooke's second graphic novel adaptation of a Richard Stark novel. The first one was spectacular, so I'm looking forward to this.

So this week is all about crime. Which I plan to observe from a safe distance here in my house, probably in my bed with my night cap on and a cup of warm milk at my bedside.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Touche

Z (whining): I wish I had brought my DS so I could do something in the car when we are driving at night.

Me: I wish you had some magic power that made you stop whining.

Z: I wish you had some magic power that made you stop complaining about your children.

Me: Ha ha ha ha haaaaa!

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Smells Like A Monster

Shasta, friend of the Revolution and lady who could run a blog but doesn't want to sends along this video spoof of the Old Spice Guy, starring Grover the furry monster from Sesame Street:



I was always a fan of Grover as a kid. I especially liked his waiter sketches:

Sunday, October 10, 2010

The Traditional Airport Post: THE BAND HOUR

It's an early morning flight, and that means that the airplanes are all full of amateur musicians for some reason.  I saw a guy who looked like Sting but was probably ten years older than Sting, and the guy next to me right now has skinny jeans, a guitar and a girlfriend. 

On the other side of me is a trio of revelers talking about the party last night which involved a great deal of heavy drinking, people falling down and a trip to the hospital, where someone was told that they had "minor bruising" which led to a great deal of cursing and paranoid accusations of the medical industry not acknowledging the pain of others.  From the pained looks, drawn faces and pale, sickly complexions of those around me I'm guessing that the entire plane has a hangover.  Not me, of course, I'm fresh as a daisy.  Possibly fresher than a daisy depending on the daisy.

Also, while walking through security I was stopped by the woman on the other side of the magic metal-detecting doorway, when she asked to see the other side of my face so she could look at my (non-existant) ear piece/bluetooth.  She laughed and said she had imagined it and just wanted to spend another thirty seconds with me, which made me wonder several things... if my earpiece doesn't set off a metal detector, why would they do a special check of it?  What if the same earpiece was in my pocket?  Is there anything more annoying than those people who walk around with an earpiece in all the time, as if they want you to know that it could be any second that they would need to ditch you and talk to the air?  I'm seriously asking: is there anything more annoying than that?

The answer is yes.  There are things more annoying than that.  It's annoying, certainly.  But not as annoying as, say, a rat nesting in your sweaters.  Or someone stealing your spare tire.  Or discovering that a pig has built an underground house beneath your house and has told a wolf that he lives at your house, so the wolf keeps knocking on your door and breathing on your house. 

Aha.  You have been saved by the bell.  My flight is boarding.  Hasta la vista, amigos.

Monday, October 04, 2010

The Arch!

Yesterday after the Fall Getaway was over we headed to St. Louis to see THE ARCH!

Our seven year old, A, took this picture with Krista's phone.

After we hung out at the arch for a bit, we went underneath and walked around the museum of western expansion, and then we met Krista's cousing Mandy and her family at a restaurant called The Fountain on Locust, voted best ice cream parlor in St. Louis and best bathroom in America.  We had a great time.

This morning we'll meet with our friend and co-worker, Dan Allen, and then we'll be off to the airport and home!

Friday, October 01, 2010

St. Louis Bound!

Photo by Daniel Schwen
Yes, my friends, the wife and I are packing up the children and the covered wagon and headed East for the great Missouri Fall Getaway.  I'll be the Bible teacher for the weekend, so you can pray that our flights are on time and that the poor students on the other side are able to have a deep, spiritual experience of connecting with God despite the inadequacies of their guest speaker.

In other news, we've released thousands of poisonous vipers into our home for while we're out of town (we'll be gone approximately three hours), as well as hired a housesitter and rented a vicious dog.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

The Role of Monkeys in This, Our World

Let's be honest, we've known for a long time that the monkeys are a problem.  Maybe not a problem on the same scale as, say, the sharks, but when it comes to animals on the earth which are likely to try to take over and remove us from the top of the food chain, monkeys are on the top ten list, somewhere between kittens and werewolves.

Look how the monkey corrupted this poor guy with the eye patch.
It's because of our history.  We know that monkeys might look cute, but are often Nazis, like in Raiders of the Lost Ark (spoiler alert).

We know that monkeys sometimes run into a town and beat everyone up and steal the liquor. We know that so-called ninja monkeys sometimes fight the hand that trains them.  We know that monkeys sneak into kitchens and steal food and shiny objects.  Monkeys, in brief, are big trouble.

But our clever friends in India have come up with a solution to the world's monkey problem: USE MONKEYS TO FIGHT THE MONKEYS!  I am amazed by the ingenuity.  Stay tuned and I will look for video of a monkey vs. monkey smack down. 

In the meantime, I would appreciate it if someone would train some sharks to eat some other sharks.  Gracias.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Books in my mailbox (now and later)

Two recent arrivals in the Mikalatos mailbox (C'mon people, I can't read them all at once.  I do have comic books to read, too, ya know):

The FaithfulAuthor Jonathan Weyer sent me a sneak preview of his supernatural murder mystery, THE FAITHFUL, in which a pastor wracked with spiritual doubts is catapulted into an investigation of his former fiancee's suspicious death.  I am promised that there are evil societies, cults, creatures of the night and ghosts.   

City on Our KneesAlso in the mailbox thanks to Bethany House books is City On Our Knees by TobyMac.  This book is about Christians from different walks of life, cultures and theological backgrounds setting aside their differences to come together in unity and pray, and make a difference in the world.  I haven't read any of this yet, but I can say that I really like the design of the book cover.  It has see through letters on the jacket that reveal the color and art underneath it.  Pretty snazzy.

Thanks for the books, Jonathan and Bethany House!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

I should probably buy some of these

I'm getting too many people asking me to fly them around. "Oh, Matt, I've always wanted to fly!  Couldn't we just go up above the clouds."  And then they're like, "Oh, it's too cold!" 

At least it's not as creepy as the people who want to shoot me with guns so they can see the bullets bounce off.

Anyway, I thought you might all enjoy the Brooklyn Superhero Supply Store, where you can find all your superhero needs.

Monday, September 27, 2010

The best Christian "Men's Book" I've ever read

I've read my share of men's books.  They've been assigned for homework, handed to me by friends, agreed upon by small groups.

I've never found them useful. I'm sure this is my problem as much as the books', which other people have found enlightening or helpful.  I couldn't help feeling that the books either reduced Jesus to the "paragon of manhood" or became a defense of John Wayne style American manliness.  I've shared my thoughts on this topic elsewhere.

Bond of Brothers is different.  This is the first men's book I've read that takes Christ, scripture and the need for a transformed life as a Christian man seriously. As I read the book I started thinking of all the people I would want to give it to, and it quickly became a list of every Christian guy I know.  I found it really helpful, insightful, convicting and full of wisdom.

I'll mention here, too, that the author is my friend as well as my literary agent.  I've been impressed with his integrity, his character, his care for others, his focus on Christ and his humility.  He's someone I am glad to learn from, and he's someone whose life I would gladly imitate in pursuit of a life like Christ's.  So I'd encourage you to buy a copy for yourself, your father, your son or any other man in your life.

I'd also like to say that it rained this morning, and I did just a little bit of work and did you catch today's game?

UPDATE: Wes called me this evening and mentioned that the Bond of Brothers website is up and running!

Friday, September 24, 2010

Eavesdropping with Matt (Episode Forty-Seven: Thai Me A River)

Dedicated to the family gathered at Dok Koon Thai at the round table to our left, who had so many hilarious antics while deciding what to order (WHAT?! NO SUSHI? AND NO SAKI?) that I had to choose this, my favorite excerpt.

Waiter: What can I get you?

Mom: Some pad thai.

Waiter: How spicy?

Mom: Medium. Also some Rad Na.

Waiter: How spicy?

Mom: Medium.  We would also like some... hmmm... Spicy Pork.

Waiter: How spicy?

Mom: Mild.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

BOOKS I LOVE: Win a copy of The Princess Bride by William Goldman

The Princess Bride: S. Morgenstern's Classic Tale of True Love and High Adventure  "Wait a minute... wait a minute... is this a kissing book?"

I am going to give away a copy of The Princess Bride by William Goldman.  I love this book.  Not enough to marry it and be committed to it above all other books, but enough to have consistent, loving and respectful flings together.

You also will love it, unless you are an uncultured Philistine, in which case you will probably only mildly adore it.

Over the next few months I'm going to occasionally give away a couple of my favorite books.  As an author, it's hard not to be influenced by the books you love when you write your own books, and I thought it would be fun to share a couple of the similarities between Imaginary Jesus and the books I want to gather into a big pile and cuddle with.

Here are a couple ways that The Princess Bride and Imaginary Jesus are similar:

1) They're both light-hearted comedies.  Granted, one is about true love, giants and fencing, and the other is about punching a fake Jesus out and chasing it through time and space, but the fact is they're both meant to be goofy, enjoyable books.

2) The author appears as himself.  In The Princess Bride, William Goldman discovers that one of his favorite books from his childhood was actually heavily edited by his father to make it palatable for children, and he sets out to make his own "good parts version" of the book.  In Imaginary Jesus, Matt Mikalatos is both narrator and main character as he sets out on a quest to find an answer to why God has allowed suffering in his family.

3) Both books deal with serious topics in the midst of the craziness.  Underneath all the wackiness, Princess Bride deals with love... True Love in romantic situations as well as the love between parents and their children.  Beyond the talking animals, time travel and legion of Jesuses, Imaginary Jesus looks at the way we make decisions about religion, spirituality and our desire to be connected to God.

4) Both books will make you laugh so hard that you break all the furniture in your house.  Or, if you are a more serious sort, they will make you guffaw in public places.  This is not an unconditional guarantee, and the authors are not responsible for any damage to your furniture or social shame brought on by your public displays of mirth.

HOW DO I ENTER, you ask?

Easy.

1) Link to this post from your blog, twitter or facebook.

2) Leave a comment on this post telling me you've linked it up.

3) I will send a note to the winner on September 29th.  Don't worry, I'll do it using the power of the random number generator.

4) Yes, multiple links will give you multiple entries.  Enter as much as you like.

5) Your chances to win increase with every line from The Princess Bride you quote in the comments section of this post.  Because the random number generator loves that movie.

 And now for the small print: If anything about this contest is illegal or opens me up to lawsuits where you live, please do not tell your authorities or lawyers about it.  Because that will void this contest in your area.  And that would be sad.

UPDATE (9/28): We have a winner!  Congrats to Rahma Krambo!

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

How to Make a Point Without Being Preachy (with examples)

Some of you may be coming in today because of my guest post at Rachelle's blog (if you haven't seen it, here's a link).  In any case, welcome. 

I promised over at Rachelle's blog that would I share a few more thoughts about how to make a point without being preachy in your fiction.  I'll use the same points I shared over there and expand on them with some examples and a couple of notes on how I tried to do this in my own book.

1) If it doesn’t advance character or plot, ditch it.


It’s easy to have your hero make an impassioned speech like, “All intelligent people agree with me all the time because I am a big smarty. And I want to tell you that there are giant alligators in the sewers because people do not get rid of their unwanted pets correctly.” But what if I, the reader, do not agree with you or your hero? You are preaching to me. And insulting me by saying I am dumb. Now, if there is some character reason for this (our hero talks about alligators in the sewer so often that he annoys everyone around him) or plot (our hero is going to be sent on a mission into the sewers of New York City) then so be it. But If you can delete the speech without damaging the plot and without major damage to the character development, you need to toss it.

This was a painful process for me in Imaginary Jesus. When I turned the book in to my (beloved) publisher, my editors told me the book needed to be 33% shorter. Cutting my book by a third was painful. I used these questions when slicing away my sweet, wonderful words: Does it advance the character? Does it advance the plot? (And, because the book is satire I added the questions: Is it funny? Is it true?) I lost some hilarious moments in the book, but they weren’t key to the plot. I lost some good, interesting speeches. But they weren’t really key to the book. It hurt, but it made the book better.

2) Have worthy opponents.

Too many preachy novels have this scene:

Hero: If we flush pet alligators down the toilet they will grow enormous in the sewer.

Eight year old boy who is a liar and somewhat stupid: Nuh-uh.

Hero: Actually, yes.

Eight year old boy: You have defeated me in a battle of wits!

This would be much better:

Professor Moriarty: There is insufficient biomass in the sewers for a full grown alligator. An alligator requires thirty pounds of meat a day. It simply cannot survive in the sewers, you ignorant, preachy hero.

Hero: Gasp! I do not have a sufficient comeback. But I am certain there are, indeed, alligators in the sewer.

Professor: If so, they are tiny, starved, dead ones.

You should provide better objections than your reader. Anytime your reader feels that you aren’t giving the other side of an argument they immediately think you are either preachy or manipulative.

In Imaginary Jesus, I cheated a little bit on this by making the main character (me) a bit of an idiot. The poor guy (me) loses arguments to dead Apostles, talking donkeys, atheists and even himself. Sometimes I didn’t agree with the winning arguments, but the story hopefully showed that in the end without the help of a big speech about it.

3) Don’t say what you mean.

Take the centuries-long debate, “are human beings basically good or evil?” You don’t have to tell us your position on this. Simply have an impoverished child walk into her friend’s house and suddenly realize that no one is home. On the table is a wallet. No one is around to see. What does the child do? Don’t tell us what you think about people, show us what people do in the story you are creating. Your worldview has already dictated what you believe that child will do in that situation. Stop lecturing us and get back to the story.

4) If you must make a speech, let the skeptic make it.

Imaginary Jesus explores the question of “who is Jesus, really?” But the main character doesn’t get many chances to make clear-headed speeches about this, he’s in crisis and trying to figure it out. In fact, the clearest presentation of the traditional Christian view of Jesus comes from an atheist in the book (and he doesn’t believe it).

5) Say one thing and do another.

Make it absolutely clear that there is no possible way that alligators are in the sewers of NYC. Workers have never seen them down there. The professor points out there’s not enough biomass. They have sent in exploratory robots and there’s no evidence of them. The narrator, the professor and everyone but the hero sees this. The reader agrees. But when the hero and the professor get down there they find one tiny reptilian scale. And the professor remarks that there are far, far more rats in the sewer system than he had been led to believe. And just as our hero picks up a tiny collar that says “Godzilla” on it, they hear a rumbling growl from behind them.

Probably the clearest example of this in my book comes from the identity of Jesus. There are a lot of fake Jesuses in the book, but the main character keeps acting like they’re real, even when he says he doesn’t believe in them. This advances the plot (where is the real Jesus?) and reveals character (he says the right thing but clearly believes the wrong thing).

That’s all I’ve got for today, but feel free to leave your questions and comments and I’ll answer them in the comments. Thanks for dropping by and have a great day!

Winners in the Imaginary Jesus contest!

My friends, if you haven't yet seen it, Tyndale has posted the winners in the Imaginary Jesus contest, including the essays of the eight highest ranked winners.  They are well worth your time, and I think you will particularly enjoy the essay by the grand prize winner, Deidre.

Deidre will be coming out to Portland this weekend with her husband to enjoy her lesser prizes (a Kindle, an iPod, a hundred dollars to spend at Powell's, travel to Portland and a night at a fancy hotel) as well as the GRAND PRIZE (getting to hang out with me and Krista for some amount of time between ten minutes and three hours.  We have a secret code word in case it gets awkward and we need to bail early (FLYING SEA MONKEYS is the code word), so we can do it without hurting anyone's feelings. 

Buuuuut, now that our previous contest it out of the way, it's time to do a new contest, don't you think?  And you guys have been whining and complaining that you can't always be expected to draw pictures and write stories to win your prizes.  So tomorrow I will put up a brand new contest that will require no special abilities on your part other than typing and an ability to surf the net.  And, because I am a lame libro-geek the prize will be a book.  That's right.  So tune in tomorrow and enter to WIN. 

In other news, I finally found a way to get rid of that dog poop that keeps mysteriously showing up in my yard.  It's called Park Spark, and it's a way to harvest the methane in dog poop to light lampposts in the city.  The only problem is that it's only in Boston.  So I will need one of you who lives in Boston to send me your address so I can ship you the dog poop.  Thanks in advance.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

This is what it means to be an adult

My kids told me the other day that they wished they were adults because adults get whatever they want. I pointed out that we didn't, as a matter of fact, get everything we want.  For instance, I said, I want some kids who aren't complaining all the time and who do as their parents say without crying.  My kids replied that they were thinking more along the lines of, "Adults get to play video games whenever they want and choose how much dessert they want to eat."  An excellent point.

My friend Dan sent along this comic about what it means to be an adult (from the excellent gentlemen at this site):