Thursday, February 27, 2014

Review of The Loon (the audio story) by Michaelbrent Collings


A year or so ago I started reading some books that my cousin had written. I was curious. Would they be good? Would I enjoy them? What were they about? Were they well written? Did they hold up the the other authors I have grown to love throughout my life? Were they better?

Well, some of those questions are rather silly. How can one compare a newly minted horror writer to Stephen King or Peter Staub or dean Koontz? How can I compare the three of those to each other when they are so distinct? Each of these writers has a distinct flare and I like them differently and distinctly. Some of what they produce I do not like. But overall, I enjoy.

But wait, this was about my cousin. Michaelbrent Collings. And in particular, I want to concentrate on The Loon. I had the opportunity to purchase this book in ebook format and read it a while back. It was one of the first books of his that I read of his. And I enjoyed it. A lot. 

Fast forward to a few months ago. Michaelbrent contacted me with an offer to listen to the audiobook rendition of this story. I jumped at the chance to listen to it. I opted to listen to it each morning and afternoon on my commute to and from work. Since I had a smart phone, and could connect to Audible.com, I was able to stream it to my stereo and listen as I commuted. The following is my review, for better or worse. Do remember that I am related to the author. But as any good family evidences, there is a deep seated desire that other members of the family, especially not from one's core family, fail in their particular endeavors. For if they fail, it obviously allows me to succeed. I tease. I do hope that he succeeds. In any event, my review may be tainted because we are related. However, we have not had contact other than social media in such a long time, I cannot even recall the last time we were together for real. So he is somewhat a stranger to me, even to this day. I just wanted to put that out there.





Review of The Loon (the audio story) by Michaelbrent Collings

Why did I read this?    I enjoyed reading the book itself. The story was very engaging. It kept me on the edge of my seat as it weaved its tale that kept twisting and twisting and wrenching up the adrenaline of the situation it painted. I found myself caring about the characters. Wondering what caused their particular dysfunctions in the past that were alluded too a the story progressed. What was the creature/thing/monster? And what was the 'other' monster doing?

Where did I get the audio book?    I offered to listen to it when the offer was made via social media. I got a code to add it to my newly minted Audible.com account. I did open the account for this purpose and had not ever used the service before. I enjoyed it and it worked amazingly. But then this is not a review of Audible.com. Suffice it to say it worked as designed.

Who would should read this book?  Anyone that enjoys a good story and doesn't mind being scared. Its not truly a horror story like so many others out there. It is not gruesome or evil or devilish or vampires. But it does have creatures (both human and other). There was enough intensity and weaving of multiple lines of activity that you can easily get involved in each of them, and even jump when something new reared its ugly head just around the corner. 
If you enjoy a story that keeps you moving, that can reach into your chest and close its fist around your beating heart, that will spin and twist as it goes, forcing you to change your guesses as to where it is headed, then this is a good place to be entertained. Could this really happen? Yes, I believe it could. As fantastic or horrific as this leads you to believe? Yes, I want to believe. I am betting the creature is still out there, somehow having survived the explosion, and is confusedly trying to make a life for itself. Somewhere it is probably hungry.

The narration. John Bell, the narrator, did a great job telling the story. He used various voices and intonations to imitate the multiple characters found within the story. Male and female. Hardened and softer. Good and bad. I enjoyed when a new character came into the center stage to hear how they would be portrayed. Remember that I knew the story already, and this was a second vision. Previously it was all in my head, without much distinction. It was nice to have a distinction, which added to the story telling immensely. I did have an issue with some of the pronunciations of the Spanish portions of the story. They were not perfect, but alas, conveyed the idea. 

What did I like most? The story starts off simple enough. Character establishment. Along the way, I was wishing I could see around the corner, see more, experience them more. But the story didn't go that direction. And before I knew it, it was pushing me along its path with a level of intensity that I felt like I was on a river trip, knowing what was coming, yet scared of what was coming up. I found myself being swept along and simply enjoyed the ride. 
The creature that was the pivotal bad guy ended up sharing that distinction with multiple other humans along the way. Reminding us that the monsters in our life are not always make believe. They may be real.And along the way, I cheered for the creature to get justice against his monster. 
I was happy that the love story was simple, and innocentish. We all know that love stories work their way into our stories, as it is a vital part of life. I for one do not always need to see in my minds eye the visual descriptiveness of all aspects of love. This story kept it simple and true to the situation, especially considering the surrounding situation in which they found themselves. Once can understand the human need for that closeness, and it was well portrayed in this circumstance. 
The visuals that were provided thru the story telling made me actually feel cold on occasion. Claustrophobic. Scared. Cautious. Frustrated. And terrified. 

What did I dislike most? Like all stories, I often wish i could see more of the picture and world. Sometimes less. This story was similar in that I wanted some parts to display differently. But seeing how I am at the behest of the authors vision, I must follow along with their vision and enjoy the ride. 
I wish that the hidden pain of the main character didn't take so long to be revealed. But I do understand why this was woven throughout the story. At times though, I just wanted to know what had happened. The pain was obvious and obviously affected his direction, decisions, and thought processes. So I wanted to know earlier what happened to the boy. But at the same time, I mourned the loss of a child. No parent should outlive their child. 
I was also understanding of the direction the wife took, but it made me mad. I wanted to yell at her for not being more understanding. For not working on their marriage. For not trying to understand her poor husbands dilemma. I wanted to sit them both down and talk it through. And then I realized that these people were not real. 

Overall. I enjoyed the book. I enjoyed the story. I loved the creature and its mindlessness, yet its single-mindedness focus. Knowing that it was lurking around made you scared to round a corner with the characters, or especially go into the dark places of the already horrific locale that a prison would provide.
Knowing that besides the creature, there were other monsters lurking, and trying to guess which character was a human or monster, though they all looked similar was an adventure. 
Getting mad at some of them, wanting to talk to some of them, and punch others, made me realize that they had woven themselves into my reality and had jumped of the page. 

Get out and try this one out if you have not yet. You will enjoy its romp across your imagination. It will freak you out. You will feel as the characters felt. You will not want to go around that corner knowing that something terrible is lurking. 

After you try this story out, go grab another of his and try it out. I have enjoyed many of his stories, some more than others. This was one of those that is at the top of my favorites list. 




Here are several links that will take you to help you find the story and information about this story


 






Tuesday, February 5, 2013

being sick


sucks.

I was tempted to leave it at that. Since it's so true.

Last Wednesday afternoon I started feeling yucky. I can tell, its just that run down feeling. When you get up from a chair you moan a bit more than you normally do. Changing directions while heading somewhere in that sonambulatory walk causes you great grief and pain, and moaning. It started Wednesday. By Thursday morning, I knew it was full on, and I refused to goto work or wake up. I took it easy that day, and sat on the couch. Resting. Medicating. Resting. By Friday, IT had moved. IT is the malevolent name I call the unseen force working its way through my body, making slight alterations to it, all for the negative. IT started in my throat. IT remained there for a while, but got bored and branched out to other areas, touching it with its tentacles of hate, rendering that newly touched object functioning at 60% capacity. One by one IT makes its way across my body, inside and out, wreaking havoc. By Saturday IT had logged a full frontal attack on my sinuses, yet without the normal quantity of Mucus. Odd. IT had found a way to generate all the pain and discomfort of a sinus attack without any of the mucus to make me feel like I was waging war on IT by dispelling the foul liquid. IT finally relented by Sunday, allowing me the false sense of accomplishment by my forcibly removing as much of the foul substance as I could stand. Until my nose felt like it had lost a battle with several pipe cleaners. Thus Monday found me wondering around the land with a container of water in hand, in a fetal attempt to keep my throat wet, and a roll of toilet paper. Having given in to IT completely, I didn’t care if I wandered the inhabited world with a roll of toilet paper. When asked why, within minutes I was able to demonstrate the need and use of the tool that was always by my side. Yet, today, Tuesday, I awake without the telltale signs that I am still being inhabited by IT. IT seems to have vacated. All that is left of IT now is the bits and parts of my body that are still following ITs last instructions. They will do so for the rest of this day, and hopefully forget those foreign orders soon, returning to normal capacity and operating instructions. I hope. Because being sick sucks. And being sick for more than 1 day continues to suck.

 

Monday, January 28, 2013

helping friends

One of our dear friends, the Richins Family, is moving out of their home of a billion years, into a rental, while they look for the perfect home to die in. After 20 some years aof accumulation, they had quite a bit of stuff. We, as an entire family, went to their old home and helped them load up all they owned and move it a block to the rental home. To make it interesting, it was cold and snow was everywhere around us, which makes moving interesting. We took 2 truck loads over to their rental, with the first load being packed by TJay. He loves to pack trucks and gets great joy out of cleanly stacking things as high as possible, filling the space as well as possible. The second truck load contained many odd shaped items and could not be as packed as tightly as the first truck load.
We started around 10am and figured we'd give a few hours of help to this family before being done. However, in the end, we spent over 6 hours with them, and this comprised many trips back and forth, moving many boxes and items, along with removal of enormous snow drifts both in front of and behind the new rental home. Much energy was expended by all Belt Family members. Much sweat was created. Happy memories of helping, working and being together with our immediate family and those Richins we have adopted into our family as more than mere friends. A Saturday well spent.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Chili Cook Off

Tomorrow, our company will be having its annual Chili Cook Off.
Last year I entered a white chicken chili into the contest, and took 3rd place. Woohoo.
This year, i will put a little more time into the preparation of the meal, and cross my fingers. I have also submitted this description to the judges to describe my chili.


This award winning chili boasts a spicy yet full and soothing flavor. It accosts your senses with is seemingly simple algorithm of culinary delights. While is seems smooth and creamy, it will punch you in the gut in a way that you will gladly ask for more. Its assortment of rapturous ingredients may have as well been picked by the gods of our ancestors when they initially descended to inspect this dish and judge it worthy of the term the mere mortals had dubbed it with; ambrosia. Eat up me hearties, yoho!


I hope that above all, it tastes ok, and someone enjoys it. At best, I win something for the effort. At worst, its simply enjoyed.

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Seeing Him...


Seeing Him

In spite of the cold, it always makes me feel so young.  It only happens once a year.  Each year I yearn to experience it as if it were the first time that I remember from so many years ago.  I yearn to believe and continue to believe.  Although an entire year has been added to my age each time it happens, I quickly regress to the era before I was the one being called Dad.  Back in time I would travel, to when I was eager to venture into the frigid night, to stand with rapt attention peering into the darkened sky, searching for the sign.  The feelings welling up inside of me always cause me to reverse in age, if only for a brief stint.  The excitement I experience, waiting to catch a glimpse of my oldest friend.  I believe that he has always been there, though we only rarely commune.  He is up there now, I know it.  I’ve always known it.  I believe it.  High overhead; out of sight; never too far from my thoughts.  For some, he has ceased to be.  Luckily, this has not yet happened to me.  As far back as I can recall I would brave the weather, entering into the cold night, to go through the annual ritual of seeing him again.  Just on this one night and ever so briefly.  In my mind’s eye I can make out every detail of him, along with his trusty steeds.  Regardless of my age, or maybe because of it, the details seem always be clearer than they should be.  When I was the child, the details were just bits and pieces of the whole vision.  As I aged, the details would alter as my experiences were developed.  What I never realized as that child from long ago was that all this vision started with a single color. The color red.  No matter what was in the sky, at the suggestion of that blinking red light sailing overhead, the vision begins.  Real or not, the rest of the dream wasn’t actually there at all.  Yet it seemed then as clearly as it seems today to be so real.  The rest of the details simply became real as it filled itself in; as I believed.  Now I perform the role of the Dad, the ritual continuing, granting my children the opportunity to have their one on one encounter with him.  To call him their friend as I have.  The mere suggestion of that glowing red orb is all it takes to begin to paint the entire picture, and once again meet my old friend.  I look forward to meeting him again and again and relish the chance to introduce him to each of my children with every passing year.  On marches time, on continues the ritual, each year waxing and waning, and the belief gets stronger as the seasonal reunion approaches.  I believe.
 
 

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Kylie and Racquetball in 2012

This year has been a huge one for Kylie and racquetball. She is a full fledged member of the Evening League with me at Orem Rec. Often we do not even play a game together, and she plays the other players from the league.

She has also attended High School Racquetball LEague on Mondays for practice, and Thursday for games. She has yet to be defeated in the Thursday games with the other travelling high school teams she has been pitted against. Each player on each team is ranked, and then they are pitted against those of the other team in similar order. Sometimes her games have been challenging, sometimes not. She has won them all.

She has participated in various tournaments this season. As a single player, and as a double partner with her dad. It has been a great experience. The last tournament, the UVU tourney, she took first place both in the doubles division and the singles division she entered. She actually was a little bored in some of the games, wishing that the competition was a bit tougher.

Tonight is our regular league night, and High School league is over for now. She misses playing racquetball, and didnt play since almost a week ago. She expressed to her mom how excited she is to play tonight, as she has missed it recently. Some weeks, she'd play almost every day.

She has gotten pretty tough, has learned some great skills, and has earned confidence in herself, her skill and her game play. Its great to see her progress. Its even funner to see strangers come up and ask us about her, having heard about her from their friends, and wanting to know more. How did she get so good. How old is she. How long has she really been playing racquetball. And so on.

Go Kylie, Go!!!

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Racquetball and Fitness

I play a lot of racquetball, and do so because it is fun, but offers rewards in fitness as well.
But in order to keep track of each time I play, I use a tool called RunKeeper that doesnt translate well to racquetball. It wants to know how far of a distance I ran? or hiked? or biked? But how far would I run if I could keep track of how far I move in a racquetball game? The court is only 40 feet by 20 feet. But if I run a bunch within the court... how far did I go?
What about calories burned? Ive read that in a competitive game one could burn up to 900 calories in an hour. This is a gauge I have been using for some time.
But today I found a website that has some descent information about the game and how it translates to other activities.

Here is the website. Here is the information.

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FITNESS BENEFITS

The average number of calories burned during racquetball play ranges from moderate at 640/hour (Prevention, 1995) to 794/hour (Men's Health, 1995) - to a high level at 822/hour (Sports Training Institute). At the UW Racquetball Club, according to commercial heart rate monitors, top players average between 1000 and 1200 calories burned in an intense hour long match.

An average game will take 20 minutes, during which a player will run a distance of approximately 3,650 feet - or over two miles in one hour of play. (U.S. Olympic Training Center).

Racquetball players work at a constant rate of 75% to 85% of their maximum heart rate for the duration of the typical racquetball game. (USRA Elite Training Camp, 1992).

Racquetball offers both aerobic and anaerobic benefits, with both sustained high level heart rate activity and quick bursts of energy required during play. The nature of the game, with intense bursts of exertion, is similar to high intensity interval training which has been shown to be the most effecient method to burn fat. (The main difference is that racquetball is fun!)

Racquetball works nearly every muscle group, including sustained, repetitive use of large muscles that increase calorie burn and reduce fat percentage.

PARTICIPATION (based on the 2005 SGMA study)

There are 5,533,000 Racquetball participants in the U.S.

The number of players increased by 13% in 2004.

69% of the participants are men.

Racquetball participants are more likely than the general population to engage in activities such as squash, scuba diving, volleyball, and rafting.
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According to this, an hour of racquetball gains me nearly 2 miles of running and almost 900 calories burned. Of course, if the level of play was less, these numbers would be less as well.

This I will use from now on, which will help me keep track of the numbers that RunKeeper likes. As well as notifying my of goals met or exceeded. If I play for 3 hours, at a high level, this would be a record, for example.