pbam (Porn Battle Amnesty)'s second Prompt Stack is open for prompts for a couple more days (until February 22, 23:00 GMT).
Humble Bundle currently has a Subterranean Press bundle that includes Mira Grant's new novella, Final Girls, which doesn't come out in hardcover until April.
"Kino's Journey Novels Get 1st Manga Adaptation Next Month". [ANN]
Via misbegotten, "Learn How To Make An Origami Princess Leia [Video]".
Via spikedluv, "Hayley Atwell to Star in Howards End Adaptation for Starz, BBC".
"Star Trek: Shirts and Skins in TOS". "Two important questions that we are asked fairly frequently are:
Why does Kirk’s command tunic sometimes appear gold and other times greenish?
Why does Mr. Spock’s skin color seem to vary from chicken-soup yellow to crab pink?
They’re good questions, and ones that we ourselves asked when we were learning about TOS. And since they do get asked often, we thought we’d address them here, at StarTrek.com."
"40% of Wikipedia is under threat from deletionists". [Boing Boing]
Via dine, "Overflowing Bouquets Built From Hundreds of Spare Utensils".
Via sovay, "Zealandia – pieces finally falling together for continent we didn't know we had".
"The Mermaid" at Scandinavian ballad blog Balladspot.
"Nokia’s beloved 3310 cell phone is being relaunched".
"Museums Share Their Creepiest Possessions In Twitter Challenge".
Via alisanne, "Bead Dragon Brooches By This Russian Artist Will Make You Want To Tame One".
"Having Disabled Kids In Public School Classrooms Is Good For Everyone". [Sarah Kurchak at The Establishment]
Via jimhines, "Cherry Blossoms Have Just Bloomed In This Japanese Town, And The Photos Are Magical".
"The Improbable Life of the Inventor of the Modern Bra: She was also a pioneering publisher and, later, a princess". [Atlas Obscura]
"McDonald’s Engineers a New Type of Straw for Slurping Shamrock Shakes". [Mental Floss]
How to survive the Trump era – be vigilant and resist at every turn
Monday 20 February 2017 07.05 EST
In barely a month, the new US president has managed to spread chaos and uncertainty – and a degree of fear that would make any terrorist proud – at a dizzying pace. Not surprisingly, citizens and leaders in business, civil society, and government are struggling to respond appropriately and effectively.
Any view regarding the way forward is necessarily provisional, as Donald Trump has not yet proposed detailed legislation, and Congress and the courts have not fully responded to his barrage of executive orders. But recognition of uncertainty is not a justification for denial.
On the contrary, it is now clear that what Trump says and tweets must be taken seriously. After the election in November, many hoped he would abandon the extremism that defined his campaign. Surely, it was thought, this master of unreality would adopt a different persona as he assumed the responsibility of what is arguably the most powerful position in the world.
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America’s leading media, such as The New York Times and The Washington Post, have so far refused to normalise Trump’s abnegation of American values. It is not normal for the US to have a president who rejects judicial independence; replaces the most senior military and intelligence officials at the core of national security policymaking with a far-right media zealot; and, in the face of North Korea’s latest ballistic missile test, promotes his daughter’s business ventures.
But when we are barraged by events and decisions that are beyond the pale, it is easy to become numb and begin looking past major abuses of power at the still-greater travesties to come. One of the main challenges in this new era will be to remain vigilant and, whenever and wherever necessary, to resist.
• Joseph Stiglitz is a Nobel prizewinner in economics, professor at Columbia University, a former senior vice-president and chief economist of the World Bank, and one-time chair of the US president’s council of economic advisers under Bill Clinton.
© Project Syndicate
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This is the living room of my new place where I'm currently camping out. My stuff which I was hoping would arrive tomorrow is instead appearing at the end of the week. As often happens with movers, there's a delivery window and at first it seemed like I would be at the front end, am now at the back. Weirdly I think that the internet will arrive before the stuff.
But that's okay as today I felt like I was a porter going on a major mountain trek as I brought supplies up like an aero-bed, my electric kettle, bathroom stuff and a few kitchen things. There's still more in my car but I feel prepared. I've also started to explore the neighborhoods around me and I think I've landed in a really good place.
My cold's still around and that plus my asthma has left me worn out but good. Now to start the long process of changing my address with everyone that I can think of.
Its so strange to be doing something this hopeful with the mess of everything around but I know if I'd delayed too long on moving, I'd get stuck. Now I'm here and can keep moving forward and learn how to be most effective here.
After the publication of Look Homeward Angel, it wasn't unusual to see critics speak in all sincerity of Wolfe as the Great American Novelist.
|I still have this book, one of the first I bought for myself when I began to earn money.|
It didn't hurt that he was a publisher's promotional dream either. Wolfe was stamped with many of the Romantic signatures of the Great Artist that this nation's intelligentsia and critical establishment still values and reveres.
Wolfe was an outsider, the youngest in a family of eight children, born in Asheville, North Carolina's Blue Ridge Mountains. He flamed onto the New York City literary stage, scored Maxwell Perkins, the greatest editor in our national literary history, to pull together his huge reams of text, succeeds in all his endeavours, including writing for the theater. Surely if Henry James had been alive he would have died of envy, and not only because he always failed writing for the theater. A tall and rangy, masculine man, if not conventionally handsome, beautiful, rich influential women helped him, loved him, wept for him. Best of all he then had the good sense to die young and tragically of a pneumonia provoked by a miliary tuberculosis surely acquired while growing up. Behind him he left a body of work the control of which others wrangled, and about which the critics could argue ad infinitum.
But it didn't quite turn out that way. His contemporaries, Hemingway and Fitzgerald and Faulkner may have have had their moments of disfavor, but they've ever come near falling out of the pantheon of great American novelists. But for Wolfe, both popular and academic interest evaporated. There was never a course that included Wolfe while I was in under or grad school. His contemporaries, as famous as he was when alive, remain in the American literary canon, and where there are still liberal arts and English departments, they are on the syllabus, with courses devoted to their work. Wolfe isn't even in the anthologies.
Yet he's at least as classically in the American vein as these this trinity of 20th century great literary novelists.
The title and subjects of Thomas Wolfe's first published novel, Look Homeward Angel (published 1929, only days before the stock market crashed, yet sold very well) is in perfect contrasting literary parallelism with his final and posthumous publication (1940), You Can't Go Home Again. This last work takes an overtly historical view of the United States and Europe, that, among many other subjects includes a jaundiced view of capitalism.
This sense of looking back on the nation may be why Wolfe fell out of the American literary canon's favor so quickly in the years of WWII and after. First, he wrote very large, never using a single word when he could come up with a dozen, and that over-abundant rhetorical exuberance was falling thoroughly out of favor even before 1940 as undisciplined and sentimental. And it was no longer the Great Depression, it was WWII, and there was no room to look backwards, or for criticisms of America's wartime economic juggernaut bringing back the good times in terms of employment and wages -- even after Stalin became a wartime ally. Yet here was a novelist overtly thinking through American history, which included the national conundrum of race. This didn't hurt Faulkner's reputation. However, Wolfe's historical expression was as baggy as his prose -- though, in my opinion, neither his historical thinking nor his text, were necessarily, if ever, saggy, and don't contain the petty, small-minded sneering at Jews or other others, or the constant anxiety about manhood, that both Hemingway and Fitzgerald's fiction exhibit.
When I look at Wolfe's novels today, they provide more than any of our other great writers do, even Faulkner, the sense that I am looking backward at a world that is so long ago that it hardly exists now, except in his prose.
It feels that way despite for so long I have lived and walked in streets of the city where he spent most of his short adult life. The excitement with which wrote about life in New York City penetrated my imagination that summer of my adolescence when I discovered his novels in the public library and never went away. That he wasn't a part of the American literary canon by then shows because he wasn't on the shelves of my high school library, where all the other writers were. I found them in the public library by poking about, which I did often, drawn particularly to volumes that obviously hadn't been checked out for years. O, he lived New York very, very large, a literary legend's life, worthy of the literary center of the nation, in an age when literature had pride of place in the realms of art, entertainment and politics.
I have come to think of him again, after a long period of forgetting, especially when in the Blue Ridge Mountains. A sensitive reader can see there, how these mountains and these people would have made a Thomas Wolfe. They should be proud of their native son as much now as in his days of fame, nearly seventy years ago.
These are some of the things that roll through my mind on nights I wake and cannot get back to sleep.
Not many have read Thomas Wolfe in these last decades. From the comfort of their homes, with their devices, readers can get a sense of Look Homeward Angel on these sites:
Look Homeward Angel can be downloaded in various formats here for no fee.
Forums investigated so far:
♥ Past Lives & Reincarnation
♥ Crystals & Gemstones
♥ Indigo, Crystal & Star Children
(Also, here is my hilarious introductory post. Ha ha. They ask, though they don't require, that everyone make an intro post. You have to post 25 times before the volunteer moderators decide whether you're a spammer or not, and chatting on your/other intro threads is one way to do it.)
One person mentioned "star seeds" in their intro post, a term with which I wasn't familiar, so I googled it.
My first reaction was, "Oh yeah. That's me, only I haven't been here 5-50 times, more like twice." And my second reaction was, "And I'm not here because I have a mission, or because I want to help. Really just for the hell of it. I'm like the Gabriel of star seeds.")
Watching people. Today I have: gotten a music stand and mute so I'll feel less awkward practicing the viola; done some repetitive work correcting a thing I did a month or two ago that I thought would be useful, and was but had unexpected side effects (unrelatedly, work does not appear to be doing the stupid thing from last week, so yay); written to my parents again and perhaps it will get through this time; taken a profile-silhouette photo of myself a la Hitchcock; listened to David Francey's
They worked their fingers to the bone / Nothing left they can call their own / Packed it in under leaden skies / Just the wheat waving them goodbye
And tonight I'll write with Steph and Kat and Theresa, at least in theory, and then I'll go home and intend to practice and we'll see how far intention gets me.
I am tired, wrung out, stretched thin. I don't know that this is actually the case in any larger sense but that's what it feels like. Possibly too many people at housewarming yesterday? Possibly too little actual downtime? Possibly too much rattling around in my brain to settle down?
Had a life that they tried to save / But the banks took it all away / Hung a sign on a torn screen door / 'Nobody lives here no more'
I should enjoy the people-watching from here, I think, if I didn't have someplace to be. Coming up from and going into the Granville skytrain at rush hour, all manner of interesting and no sense that I have to be a part of it.
But he was about five minutes into the head massage when he pressed his thumbs down on my jaw and something on the left side of my face BURST. Like, that side’s been sore for a week, but he pressed on it and it was like there was a teeny tiny water balloon in there somewhere. We both felt it pop.
The rooms are not entirely private, because you don’t undress for the massage, so there were two other people also getting massage work done, which meant we had to keep quiet. But he froze, and then leaned over and whispered, “What just happened?” and I was like “I don’t know!” and he was like “Are you okay?” and I was like “I don’t know!” but I wasn’t bleeding or, like, leaking anywhere, so eventually he just kept going.
My headache isn’t gone, but it’s a lot better, and it has shifted around, so I guess there’s that. Also my nose is running like crazy.
Maybe there was a poltergeist in my face.
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( Adagio of Life and Death )
Return to the Master List
This is my last week at this job. I’m taking bets on whether there will be a going-away lunch or drink – I’d give about 70% odds against. I’m not taking it personally; when our well-liked previous admin left, there wouldn’t have been one if I hadn’t pushed her boss into it. Since my own boss is halfway across the country (and didn’t say much of a goodbye when she left at the end of her visit last week) I doubt it will happen. That feeling of isolation is one of my least favorite things about working here. On the other hand, a few people including one of the senior managers have gone out of their way to tell me I’ll be missed, and I’d probably prefer that to any other kind of farewell.
I have clearly been thoroughly replaced on the family front, anyway. When my mom gave my SIL tulips for Valentines’ Day and not even a card for me, she probably wasn’t thinking about the fact that my SIL lives her life on Facebook and I’d see it. (More probably she was thinking that Ted and I never do much for V-Day and I always forget to send her – my mom- a card though she often sends me one, while my brother and SIL do make a big deal of it.) Anyway, because I am not a saint, I had to give Mom a little bit of a hard time the next time I spoke to her, and she said something about “Well, I just decided to because Vicki hasn’t been feeling well.” It wasn’t until well after we’d hung up that I realized the irony – given that Mom was calling to see how I was, since I’d had some lingering symptoms after being sick for a solid month! (In fact, I had a doctor’s appt the next day – she thinks my soreness in the rib area when I cough is a sprain rather than pleurisy, and said I should probably rest it as far as possible and not row for a while.)
You’d have to know my mother to understand why “being replaced” is actually a joke, not an awful hurtful thing. She operates very much on a principle of out of sight, out of mind – for instance, wanting to know I’ve arrived safely if I’m coming home from visiting her, but not for any other travels. Remembering to call because I’ve been sick is a statement of love because it’s going outside the boundaries of how she normally thinks
Mirrored from Dichroic Reflections.
World-first 'solar-glass' developed in Perth hopes to make deserts bloom by Michelle Stanley (ABC Rural, Western Australia)
"Western Australian scientists have developed what is believed to be a world-first clear, energy harvesting glass which, if used in greenhouses, could produce crops in any climate or season."
Kimberley wet season causing havoc but creating tourism opportunities by Erin Parke (ABC Western Australia)
The wet season in the Kimberley this year (the wettest on record for some communities) has created a number of tourism opportunities through replenishing a lot of waterfalls - local tourism operators want to rename the season "waterfall season".
Adelaide Fringe show 41 Seconds tackles suicide impact by Caroline Winter (ABC South Australia)
Content warning: extensive mention of the impacts of suicide. This one counts as a "what went right" because it's about trying to raise awareness of mental health issues, and trying to get a conversation started about suicide and its impacts. The play profiled in the article, 41 Seconds, is playing at the Adelaide Fringe festival at present.
So there's my three for the day. If you've found any articles about "what went right" in your news feeds, why not share a link in the comments.
Admin note: Please be aware comments on this journal are screened, and get unscreened when I receive notification about them. Unfortunately, this week is O-week (Orientation week) for my university, so I'm not home as much as I previously was. I'll try to check things when I get home each day, but otherwise comments will be unscreened the next morning.
The alliance between Zionists and anti-Semites should not be viewed as an abnormality but as the meeting of two compatible ideologies.
Connecticut’s rate of dual arrests (arresting both victim and offender) is ten times the national average.
#Milosexual and the aesthetics of fascism.
Feministing alum Mychal on why Trump doesn’t understand Black life.