#TeamBlackness (Elon James White, Dara M Wilson) discuss what it means to forgive and cutting toxic people out of your life.
Featuring Elon James White (@elonjames) Dara M Wilson (@daramwilson)
Opening Theme: Enter the Blackness by Jasiri X feat. Willie Evans Jr. & Elon James White
Closing Theme: Blackberry Remix by Macarone feat. Willie Evans Jr. & Elon James White
1. My poem "The Firebird's Revenge" is now available in the latest issue of The Cascadia Subduction Zone. I wrote it last April for Rose Lemberg. It was an angry poem then. It's even more applicable now.
2. My short story "And All Our Salt-Bottled Hearts" has been reviewed along with the rest of Dreams from the Witch House (ed. Lynne Jamneck, 2016) in a recent episode of Steve Rosenstein and Rodney Turner's Microphones of Madness. I am afraid that I did not really work out Punnett squares for my ideas of Innsmouth genetics—my major departure from canon was in treating them as genetics at all when Lovecraft's universe plays by the supernatural one-drop rule—but I am delighted by the podcast's conclusion that there is real cosmic horror in the characters' awareness of the world they cannot live in, because I thought so, but then I've always wanted gills. The comparison to Ruthanna Emrys' "The Litany of Earth" is fair; I held off on reading that particular story until I had finished my own, but I am in no way going to disclaim the tons of other neo-Lovecraftian influence and I am not surprised that the genocide aspects of "The Shadow Over Innsmouth" leap out at Jewish readers (I am aware that the opening lines about "the secrecy surrounding the disposal of the prisoners . . . vague statements about disease and concentration camps, and later about dispersal in various naval and military prisons" would not have carried quite the same historical weight when Lovecraft was writing in 1931 as they would acquire in hindsight of the next decade and a half, but I didn't read the story in 1931 or even 1936 and so here we are). Honestly, I wish I could get this story reprinted as an independent pamphlet or something just so I could use "Melancholy" as a blurb.
3. I read a story I really enjoyed—Jenn Grunigen's "Figs, Detached"—and saw afterward that I was name-checked in the Author Spotlight. Which was just a bonus.
I wish I did not feel so terrible. I don't see what the harm would be.
There are still verses left in the linkback poems "Testing the Metal," "Dangerous Refuges," "The Marble and the Sculptor," "Picking Up the Litter," "The Golden Peaches of Peace," "Leaves Upon the Water," and "The Quick Brown Fox." Linking to this page will reveal new verses in whichever poem you request.
"Lead Us in Peace"
Well, I started with Ladino, but then they went haring off into Ghardaia sign language. Did you know Jews had their own sign languages? I hadn't come across those until I stumbled over them just now. Anyhow, Menachem and Yossele are exploring that as well as Ladino with some new friends. "Lead Us in Peace" is written in free verse.
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"Like Oil to a Lamp"
A DW prompt inspired "Like Oil to a Lamp," which is written in parallel tercets. It lists a whole bunch of famous Jewish foods.
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A couple of prompts contributed to the free-verse poem "Pesach Sameach." During the Passover celebration, Yossele shares a story about slavery.
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In the month of Nissan,
the time of Pesach drew near.
Menachem turned their route
toward the prosperous town where
his old master kept a smithy, so that
he could celebrate the holiday with friends.
"The Work of Your Hands"
This inspired the free-verse poem "The Work of Your Hands." Menachem attempts to study the creation of golems.
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I plan to distribute flyers during Memorial Day weekend conventions (I think there are 4 in my area, although hitting them all is not likely to happen unless I get help) with the intent of either mailing them out on June 10th - 1 week after the 48th anniversary of the end of ST:TOS.
But. I don't have any art. If things get closer to Time To Print (or rather, Time To Spend Several Hours Tinkering with Minute InDesign Settings) and I don't have art, I'll probably crawl around Deviantart and try to find someone, but... in the meantime, anyone know artist(s) who'd like to be printed in a tiny Trek TOS zine?
( I need art. Could use other content as well. )
FWIW, I have a "test zine" that I intend to use as a template, with Glitch as the fandom. It features one of my Glitch stories from AO3, a bit of simple photoshop artwork involving Glitch pics, and a schedule of Zilloweens for the rest of 2017. Available by request - happy to print them out and mail them to anyone who'd like one; this is an exception to the "send SASE" rule mentioned above. (Mail email@example.com with a snailmail address, or questions/comments/etc. that you don't want to show here.)
In the past, I've thought of romantic feelings that have no realistic avenue of turning into a romantic relationship as 'pointless'. Feelings might be pointless because the other person doesn't reciprocate the feelings, or because even if they did reciprocate the feelings, I wouldn't consider a romantic relationship to be a viable option.
When I have romantic feelings, I always hope that if they can't turn into a romantic relationship, they can instead lead to a good friendship with the person in question. And I have a strong history of this actually happening - of cases where I've developed a stable and valuable friendship with someone who I at one point had romantic feelings towards. (The friendship develops while the romantic feelings are active, and sticks around after they're gone.) This has happened both in cases where as far as I know the other person never knew I had romantic feelings, and in one case where I disclosed my feelings.
And as far as I'm concerned, friendship is a good outcome. Even though the romantic feelings don't get fulfilled in the way that they call out for, they've still led to something good and valuable. Actually articulating this to myself made me think: maybe I don't want to think of unfulfillable romantic feelings as pointless. If they end up leading to a friendship that I wouldn't otherwise have had, they're bringing me something valuable, even if they're doing it in a kind of annoying way (managing unfulfillable romantic feelings is still a nuisance). And that's not pointless.
Brushwork, by Aliya Whiteley, is a novella set in a dystopic, climate-changed future where real food, grown in biodomes and greenhouses, is a luxury for the rich and a target for agro-terrorism.
Mel - so called because her production area is the melon section - is one of the workers at a BlossomFarms facility. Like many of the workers, she has lived in the domes for years, sleeping in dormitories, eating synthetic food, never tasting the fruits she grows for the conglomerate's wealthy customers. When agro-terrorists break into the biodome, taking the facilities hostage in the name of the people who have never tasted fruit, everything changes - except the fact that workers remain workers, and no matter who is in charge, the hierarchy never changes until the workers themselves decide what is important to them.
One thing in particular that I enjoyed about this was the age of the protagonist and her co-workers, and the acknowledgement of generational issues we see around us in the world today - older people who did everything they were supposed to do, and feel betrayed without knowing who to blame. And the youth, knowing they will not have what they think was the birthright of their parents and grandparents. Both betrayed by the wealthy and powerful, but somehow blaming each other instead.
Note: Brushwork can be found online at Giganotosaurus:
The certificate and sign for my Wildlife Habitat have arrived, so I'll need to find fixtures for displaying those.
I'm not generally a person who drops $110 on theater tickets (although I do know that's a reasonable price for this level of live theater!), but when I saw that it was coming to town a few months ago, I absolutely yelped, and immediately told Geoff and other friends that I was DEFINITELY going, whether they were or not. Then, after I had actually bought the ticket, I had a few moments of "yikes, what did I just do?" But really I had no doubt that it would be totally worth it, and oh, it totally was. The staging was amazing, the actors were phenomenal, I kind of want to walk around singing "Hasa Diga Eebowai," and also at some points it genuinely made me choke up.
(Okay, that's not hard. I've been known to cry at commercials for long-distance telephone service. But -- poor abandoned Arnold!)
I laughed harder than I've laughed in ages, especially watching skim-milk-pale missionaries singing "Africans are African, but we are Africa!" (Which, also, OUCH... My church, along with five hundred other UU congregations, is about to do a service and a teach-in on white supremacy.) And now I'm looking up the lyrics to that and other songs and discovering all kinds of layers I had no idea about. I mean, I never saw The Lion King, so apparently a ton of stuff went sailing over my head...
It wasn't perfect; the second act was weaker than the first, and in particular "Spooky Mormon Hell Dream" went on a bit too long. (As the perennial advice to vidders goes: "Get in, make your joke, get out.") But nonetheless -- oh, man, that was fantastic.
Invisible 3 is running a little behind the schedule I’d hoped to meet. It turns out that coordinating between two editors takes more time than one editor doing it all himself. Who’d have guessed?
Mary Anne and I have 13 essays and 3 poems contracted thus far. We’ve got one revision to look over, and two rewrites we’re waiting to receive. We’re also missing a few author bios I need to follow up about.
Cover art is mostly done, but I need to confirm those last few names before we can finalize that.
We’ve sent the contents off to the person who will be writing the introduction for this volume.
My hope is that when I get back from Buenos Aires and have had a day or two to recover, we’ll be able to announce a tentative release date (I’m guessing May or June, but I reserve the right to be wrong in that guess) and move forward with the cover reveal.
I’m very happy with what we have so far, and I can’t wait until we’re able to share it with you.
Mirrored from Jim C. Hines.
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Also if you are ever at the Capitol end of Constitution with a few minutes to kill, go look at The Spirit of Haida Gwaii outside the Canadian Embassy; it's in a nice quiet corner and I found more to see in that one sculpture than in the entire National Gallery sculpture garden.
...also if you are ever on the Mall and need wifi, find an idling coach bus to loiter near.
I brought Growing Up Weightless by John M. Ford to read on the metro, and I don't have a huge amount to say because basically ( it was everything I wanted for a book about coming of age in the Moon colony )