River Tam beats up everyone
( Apr. 17th, 2010 12:21 am)
Not a particularly fortunate trip. First my credit card is declined (turned out someone attempted an unauthorized $360 sunglasses purchase) and so I can’t check into the hotel—which did get resolved—and now it appears that housekeeping spirited away my comfy flannel PJ pants which were intertwined with the bedsheets. I thought they didn’t change the sheets every day any more as a result of environmental consciousness! Woe.

This poem is relevant to my SPN interests.
A Washington Post article uses Strikethrough, among other incidents, to discuss the difficulties of defining and protecting free speech online. It's interesting that the article, while clearly free speech-friendly, turns the suspended LJs into "fiction," eliding the fan element. That makes sense--it's yet another thing that would have to be explained, detracting from the larger story--and yet I can't help wonder what other flattening has gone on in the other stories of suppression recounted.

Sedaris, superheroine poetry, Buckley )
The funniest thing about this parody is the Google ads it triggers. But I like the parody pretty well too.

I went to the Sisters of Mercy concert and got home in time to feed the baby -- a short set. Decent concert, neither the worst nor the best I've been to, with high points at Alice and Vision Thing. It's always fun to be in a packed crowd of people who know all the words. Best image of the night: the woman in front of me, in a pinstriped suit, who carefully pinned up her hair, revealing the elaborate tattoo curling around her neck and shoulders.

I just read this anecdote: Near the end of his life, Theodore Dreiser occasionally grew confused. One night he woke and searched for his wife Helen, but he didn't recognize her, and they had the following exchange:

Helen Dreiser: I am Helen.
Theodore Dreiser: Everyone thinks she's Helen.

So true, isn't it?
Gunn, King, Oliver, DeCandido (Serenity tie-in; no spoilers in review) )

Once I accept that I can't really do anything but care for the boy while Z. is away, life is okay -- I finished the Profit DVDs, including all the commentaries, where the creators twice point out that you have to be really hard-core to be listening to them. I'm proud to say I watched Profit for the ten seconds it aired on Fox; I guess I was ahead of my time, too. Now I'm on to Firefly again, and pondering the great philosophical question: when the Rivkid spits up my milk, whose bodily fluid does that count as?
Many, many thanks for all the Evil Overlord suggestions thus far. Please feel free to leave more, if you think of them.

Cicada update: almost all dead. The sound is like an electric hum, like having your ear pressed to a generator the size of a house – though with more dying every minute, maybe the generator is now only TV-sized. There are so many, coating trees and grass and cars and doors, that it reminds me of that Star Trek: TOS episode, "The Omega Glory," the one with the Yangs and the Kohms – "They sacrificed hundreds just to draw us out into the open. And then, they came, and they came. We killed *thousands*, and still they came!," the bad captain Tracey says. I don't know how the species survives, given that the individual cicadas get themselves killed in every possible way, from flying into doors to landing on pools of water and drowning. They are profligate with their lives, that's for sure. Perhaps they only become stupid after they've mated and laid eggs. A friend of mine says their existence is proof that there is no God, but maybe they're just proof that God has an inordinate fondness for cicadas.

Lots and lots and lots of fiction and a dab of comics and poetry )
For reasons noted best by [livejournal.com profile] cesperanza, I don't feel comfortable writing about "the story I keep telling." But I have been thinking about themes, and here are four bits of prose that always grab me, that I write around and read around:

1. "Some illusions are worth any price you pay for them ...." (Jane Mortimer, A Bitter Taste on the Tongue. My life would be very different if Jane's The Sin-Eater hadn't been just about the first XF story I ever read. She's also a mensch who answered my fawning fangirl feedback – say that ten times fast. I always remember this line as "Some lies are worth any price you pay for them," but it works either way.)

2. "You don't get to choose who you love. You only get to choose how." (The line so nice I used it twice.)

3. "He'd spent his entire life being offered things that were almost what he wanted, but for the single fatal flaw that made them completely unappealing." (Gigi Sinclair, who hasn't written enough SV.)

4. "Men make their own history, but they do not make it as they please; they do not make it under self-selected circumstances, but under circumstances existing already, given and transmitted from the past. The tradition of all dead generations weighs like an Alp on the brains of the living...." (Karl Marx, The Eighteenth Brumaire of Louis Bonaparte; don't say Social Studies never did anything for me.)

So I guess the themes are twofold: Fate versus Free Will, and Not Quite.

A grab bag of books:Read more... )
Iain Banks, Dan Brown, Harlan Coben, Jasper Fforde, Laurell K. Hamilton, Diana Wynne Jones, David Lodge, Kristine Kathryn Rusch, Joss Whedon, sf and horror anthologies, and ancient Japanese poets.

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