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My brother’s birthday

Today a “cat blog” sort of post.
Today is my brother Alessandro’s 40th birthday.

Alex – aka the thin, better-looking of the Mana Bros – is a musician, musical promoter, and online radio DJ, with a sideline in Orientalism, and he’s an amateur Ripperologist.

He’s been my partner in crime in a number of projects for ages, and usually acts as a sounding board for my ideas ond ventures.
I act as his personal reality check.

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Happy birthday, bro!


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Author-Publisher, please

This is an impromptu post.
Chuck Wendig just posted another fine piece about… authors that publish their own stuff.
About the name you slap on such individuals.
Something I’m interested in, as I’m one of those that get slapped.

Let’s see.
The most common labels are:

. self-published author
. independent author
. self-produced author

copierLet’s admit it – they do suck.
At best, they aremisleading.
In my language, the label is usually (autore) Autopubblicato – and it reads as a mark of infamy.
It means, more or less, “you sucker, a real publisher would not touch your rubbish with a ten foot pole”.
And in my case might as well be correct – I’ve this thing which seems to ruffle the feathers of most publishers.

Incidentally – I do prefer author to writer, because it describes more precisely who I am.
A writer could be writing under dictation.
He could be a graffiti artist.
I’m an author.

Or, here’s another definition which is quite fun, content crafter.
Which is fine when I’m authoring stuff that’s not orthodox book- stuff – online articles, blog posts, slide text, infographics, etcetera.
Beats any day of the week the horrid web-writer so many people seem to enjoy (so much so there’s people out there actually selling “professional web-writer” certifications, these days!)

When it comes to publishing my stuff, anyway, the standard labels suck, but there are two other definitions I like much better.

The first is artisanal publisher, coined by Guy Kawasaki and Shawn Welsh in his excellent APE: Author, Publisher, Entrepreneur-How to Publish a Book.
I’ve been using that a lot – it removes the stigma of the guy working in his basement with an old HP printer and adds a touch of highly marketable mistique.

The second, which was recently proposed by Chuck Wendig, is author-publisher.
Which, and I have to agree with the man, sounds just like a multi-class character in a role playing game – like wizard-rogue, which I have played once in a while in my long gaming career.
And is mighty fine.
Sounds great.
It’s classy.

So here we go – from this moment on, I am Davide Mana, author-publisher.
I’m into artisanal publishing, actually.


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Back to the Gold Monkey

Tales of the Gold Monkey

Tales of the Gold Monkey (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As I said already, we’ve got very little pulp on the telly, these days.
So I went back to the old DVD collection, and dusted off my copy of Tales of the Gold Monkey.

For those who missed it, Tales of the Gold Monkey was a short-lived series, produced in 1982 (yes, thirty years ago) by Donald P. Bellisario, of Magnum P.I., Quantum Leap and JAG (among others) fame.

The show features a lot of stuff – this is somewhat a standard in pulp-themed material, and as I mentioned before, it is not really a bad thing.
But more on that later.

The set-up: we’re somewhere in the late 1930s on the island of Bora Gora, out in the Pacific. Here, former Flying Tiger Jack Cutter (Stephen Collins) is a bush pilot and all-around adventurer, trying to make ends meet.
In the pilot episode, he gets to save a plucky USA OSS agent (Caitlin O’Heaney), and recover a golden idol from an island inhabited by aggressive big apes and neolithic natives.
Nice and smooth.
The mix also includes Jack’s alcoholic mechanic, his one-eyed dog, a French guy managing a bar in the jungle, a false priest that’s actually a Nazi and a bad & sexy (well, bad & sexy for 1980s TV standards) Dragon Lady with a samurai for a bodyguard.

Quite a nice set-up, all things considered.
And one that was refreshingly different, in 1982 – and yet also familiar… as in Indiana Jones-style familiar.

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On my (old) radio – A Pail of Air

It’s nice listening to old time radio on a sunday.

So here’s another masterpiece – Fritz Leiber’s A Pail of Air, from X Minus One, a series that often adapted and broadcast stories from Horace Gold‘s mag, Galaxy.

The show was recorded in 1956.
Enjoy!