website redesign underway


My website is going to be down for a few days while my brilliant and beautiful webmaster redesigns it from the top down. Then, like me whenever a ceiling falls on my head, it’ll be drifting in and out as she gets things set.

Once done, www.markrhunter.com will feature easier navigation, more new content, and more frequent updates, along with a hidden button that dispenses chocolate kisses and vodka martinis. We’re working out the technicalities on that one.

If you want to buy my books in the meantime (and who doesn’t?) you can always order straight from www.whiskeycreekpress.com, amazon.com, or Barnes and Noble, and don’t forget I have a Facebook fan page at http://www.facebook.com/MarkRHunter . A   fan page of my very own. Can you believe it? I think I’ll start coming up with content exclusive to the fan page and website … maybe photos, articles on the writing process, and vegetarian conspiracy theories. Not that I have any beef with vegetarians.

Meanwhile, after emptying our kitchen and back porch of everything, I’ve been pulling down the ceiling in preparation of the complete removal of the flat roof there, giving us a temporary skylight. Hopefully, by the time Emily’s finished with the webpage I’ll be recovered from whatever’s about to fall on me and back in the writing business.

Speak of the Devil: Stop The Titanic, I Want To Get Off

Speak of the Devil: Stop The Titanic, I Want To Get Off: "No, really, I've got a bad feeling about this voyage. Look, the coast is just two miles over there, we've only just left port, and I've s...

Library name snafu un-snafu'd


Storm Chaser is correctly named at all 3 branches of the Noble County Public Library (It was listed as Storm Hunter) – and is checked out from the Kendallville branch! Hopefully this is someone who’ll buy Storm Chaser Shorts when it comes out.

http://evergreen.lib.in.us/opac/en-US/skin/default/xml/rdetail.xml?r=19509146&ol=68&t=storm%20chaser&tp=keyword&l=68&d=1&hc=4&rt=keyword

The Walking Nerd

We watched episode 1 of The Walking Dead after dinner -- with commentary by the producer. Definite proof that Emily and I have earned certified geek status. I didn't realize until later that there was something of a sacrilegious irony in watching a show about dead people rising ... on Easter.

Complainers Adjust For Weather Woes


SLIGHTLY OFF THE MARK

            It’s human nature to complain and want change, and I’ve come to realize why people can adjust to change so quickly: It’s so they can complain some more.

            Over the winter, I heard a lot of people complain about the cold. Yet here in northeast Indiana we didn’t have that much cold. On the day I wrote this it snowed in California, but rained here. By the time you read it we’ve had a series of record high temps. I’m not complaining.

            Oh, who am I kidding? Of course I’m complaining. It’s not 75 degrees right now, after all.

            That’s my point. We got out on a day when it’s 50 degrees and complain that it’s not 70 – even when the average is 30 that time of year. Meanwhile, as I mentioned in an earlier column, the people who like to ice fish complain that it’s not colder, even though they’re saving on their heating bill and aren’t as likely to fracture a skull on ice while just walking out the front door.

            Even I sometimes complain about being too hot. Two years ago, while vacationing in southeast Missouri, I got very grumpy when my glasses melted in the sun, especially since they were on my face at the time. Still, just as some people of dubious sanity prefer winter, I’ll take summer any time.

            I think I know why, too. I’ve always been fascinated by the weather (yes, I’m that dull), so I pay attention to the almanac: that thing before the forecast where they mention all the normals and records and such for the day. It took me awhile to realize something very interesting:

            I was born on July 14th, and the year I was born a heat wave set several record high temperatures, some of which still stand today. That winter a cold snap hit – a cold snap that also set several records, many of which also still stand.

            The conclusion is obvious. I was born into heat (and no, we didn’t have air conditioning back then), and my body thought that was normal. When I was six months old and got a taste of real cold, I didn’t like that – not one bit.

            We’re simply a product of our upbringing. Someone should do a study and find out how many of those nutjobs who like winter were born during a cold snap, or maybe in the back of a refrigeration truck.

            Since then, it seems many of the big moments of my life were defined by the cold, and don’t even get me started on the Blizzard of ’78. Okay, too late – you got me started. To people around here, that’s the snowstorm that every other snowstorm must kneel down (in the snow) and worship. We had Everest sized snow drifts. The state of Iowa actually blew into Indiana that week. The temperature dipped so low that it beat some of the records from the winter after I was born, which oddly enough didn’t make me feel at home at all.

            At the time I didn’t mind so much, because I was in high school and we didn’t have to make up canceled school days as much as they do now. It was even the first time I managed to get some mileage out of bad things happening: I wrote a column for the Central Noble High School newspaper – my first humor column. I described something like going crazy with cabin fever, cranking open the kitchen window and, when a snowdrift avalanched in, rolling around in it while hallucinating I was on a sandy beach.

            Yeah, even then I had off writing days.

            I learned to truly hate winter in the early 80’s, a time when it got so bad that many climate scientists predicted a new ice age might be approaching. Gotta love those climate scientists. Unfortunately for me I’d become a volunteer firefighter by then, so just rolling into a fetal position under all my blankets wasn’t an option.

            There’s some irony in the fact that the worst weather for firefighting is cold weather. But did I complain? Did I moan and groan?

            Of course I did. That’s my point.

            Now that the winters seem generally milder, I still complain. People who prefer a lot of snow and ice covered lakes complain. A few years ago, when we had an exceptionally cool summer, I complained about that even as some people were complaining it was still too hot. When I win the lottery and move to Hawaii, I’ll probably whine whenever the temperature drops below 70.

The human condition demands we complain about something. The weather is that something we can all agree on – and usually we all agree we don’t like it. That’s much safer than targeting, say, relatives or politics.

            On the other hand, maybe we should consider looking at the good side of things, every once in awhile. Just a thought. After all, 50 beats 30, and it can’t stay cold forever.

            For those of you on the other side, it can’t stay hot forever, either.

Relay For Life Invites Survivors to Celebrate More Birthdays


            Nearly 12 million cancer survivors live in the United States today. That’s one reason why the theme for this year’s Noble County Relay for Life is “Birthdays”, and also why the organizers of this American Cancer Society event want to have as many survivors attend as possible.

Cancer survivor Judy Middleton of Albion will be guest speaker at the 2012 Relay. She’ll tell her story of fighting breast cancer at the May 19-20 event, which will be held at the West Noble High School track and football field, south of Ligonier along US 33, starting at 10 a.m.
           
            All cancer survivors are invited to the Relay to hear Judy speak and for the Survivor Walk and Dinner: The Walk begins at 5 p.m., with the dinner immediately following. A cancer survivor is anyone who identifies themself as a survivor, whether that’s one day after diagnosis or 25 years after treatment.  The American Cancer Society wants to celebrate all cancer survivors, at Relay For Life events in more than 5,100 communities and in 20 countries worldwide.

            If you’re a cancer survivor or caregiver, we invite you to be our special guest. Announcements, ideas, news, and registration information can all be found on the website at www.relayforlife.org/noblecountyin. For further information contact Luana Walker at (260) 636-7337, or by e-mail at  luanawalker@ymail.com.    You can also contact Noble County Chairperson Carla Fiandt at Community State Bank in Albion, by e-mail at carlaf@csbemail.com, or by phone at 260-636-3744.

Going in Circles, or: Cancer Has No Hands


 SLIGHTLY OFF THE MARK

            In a world where it seems like everyone’s just going in circles, it’s nice to know some people are doing it for a reason.

            In 1985, one man decided he’d circle a track for 24 hours. I know, crazy – right? He must be a mental case, or the worst kind of out of touch person: a politician. But no, it turns out he did it in an attempt to raise money for the American Cancer Society.

            I probed further and discovered colorectal surgeon Dr. Gordy Klatt … okay, poor choice of words with the probe thing. I once asked my urologist what his favorite prostate inspection joke was, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

            In his business Klatt saw plenty of cancer, so he wanted to support his patients and help the local ACS office. Turns out Klatt was also a marathon runner, so in May, 1985, he ran for more than 83 miles over the course of a full day. Friends donated $25 each to go along with him for 30 minutes of his marathon.

            Was it successful? He raised $27,000 for the fight against cancer.

            (By the way, this isn’t an effort to raise money “for cancer”. You don’t want cancer to have money. Besides, cancer has no hands. No, you raise money to fight cancer, and if cancer doesn’t like that – too bad.)

            Klatt had a lot of time to think during those 24 hours. This was pre-iPod, after all. It’s true, there really was a time before iPods. He came up with the idea of a relay event, and a year later 19 teams took place in the very first Relay for Life.

            Now teams participate in 21 countries. Four million Americans in 5,000 communities took part last year  – less than those who cook out on Memorial Day weekend, but slightly more than the number who’ve sent death threats to Justin Bieber. Maybe The Beeb would be less hated if people knew about the nine charities he supports, but that’s another story.

There’s even a virtual fundraising event, Relay For Life of Second Life, which has raised over a million dollars. I don’t even have time to deal with first life.

This makes The ACS Relay For Life the world’s largest grassroots fundraising movement, unless you count the people who call in to vote on American Idol. In addition to being a good cause, it gives participants a chance to live their childhood dream of staying up all night since, after all, cancer never sleeps. (It has no hands, and thus can’t pull on its pajamas.)

Participants can stay up all night, sleep in the tents while other team members are on the track, or even go home to nap – it’s not the technicalities that matter so much as the fund raising. On the other hand, there’s a lot of fun stuff going on at the Relays, and if you sleep you miss it.

It might seem strange to have fun while fighting something so evil, but one Relay theme is “Celebrate. Remember. Fight back.” As a humor columnist and a well-known walking disaster whose own theme is “What could possibly go wrong?” I know better than anyone that such things are better faced with love and laughter. Besides, it’s working: Thanks to new research and treatment, cancer survivors celebrate more birthdays every year.

How did I get involved in the Relay? Good question; thanks for asking, Mom. About four years ago I was approached by a coworker who asked, “You write part time, don’t you?”

“No,” I said. That’s my default self-preservation response to the question, but he knew about my column, fiction writing, and vicious letters to the editor, and asked me to do public information work for the Noble County Relay For Life.

“But I don’t wanna,” I didn’t say that out loud, because it’s everyone’s responsibility to give something back to the community. And to use their turn signals

After all, half of all men and one third of women will be diagnosed with cancer in their lifetimes, and all of us will be affected in one way or another. So I signed up, because I have a certain small amount of talent in writing and because, like voting or trimming your nose hairs, it’s the right thing to do.

A couple of years after that I got my own biopsy, and began an ongoing process of having my prostate watched by my urologist, who I’ve nicknamed Doctor Digit. It was just this year when my stepfather had his operation for bladder cancer.

So here I am again, pushing the Noble County Relay For Life that’s coming up May 19th this year, at the West Noble High School south of Ligonier. We’re all connected, you see.

Better to be connected in fighting cancer, rather than having it drag us all down. Not that it could, ‘cause we’re stronger than that … and it doesn’t have any hands.


For more information about the Noble County Relay For Life, go to www.relayforlife.org/noblecountyin.

You can also contact Noble County Chairperson Carla Fiandt at the Community State Bank in Albion, by e-mail at carlaf@csbemail.com, or by phone at 260-636-3744. Or, e-mail Team Recruitment Chair Stacey Lang at esclang@hotmail.com, or American Cancer Society representative Melissa Stephens at melissa.stephens@cancer.org, or 260-471-3911.