Fandom: Person of Interest
Challenge: #43 Touch
Harold is admiring John's back: beaded with water, towel at his hips. Distracted, he slips, feels a twinge in his hip, braces for a fall. John, with hairtrigger instincts, wheels, catches him by the elbows.
"You okay?" John's face is still half-lathered.
Harold should be embarrassed by his clumsiness when John is all grace, but here, safe, wreathed in steam, he can't be anything but content. He smiles.
"Perhaps Carrara marble was not the safest choice here."
John shrugs and returns to shaving. "You like the best."
Harold touches John's shoulder. He has the best right here.
I am grateful for do-overs.
I am grateful for all the work chores being done.
I am grateful for the perfect day.
I am grateful for the crazy kittens.
I am grateful for my clients.
I am grateful for my tips.
I am grateful for the time I set aside for reading.
I am grateful for the open window weather.
I am grateful for long weekends.
I had a wonderful day smelling the lilacs. They were heavenly.
OK this is my hometown and it’s fascinating except the entire premise of the article hinges on referring to Troy as a “Rust Belt” town which is… not… in any way… remotely… anything like… true???? Troy’s heyday as a manufacturing centre was in the era of detachable shirt collars and cast iron stoves, I’m not making that up, so, like… ??? ??? ??? Not The Same as the part of the country that, say, Bethlehem Steel fucked up in the late 70s and early 80s. Like… not even close.
It’s hard to give the article the consideration it deserves in the face of that frequently-repeated bit of wtfery. And they don’t seem to address the fact that the city was a pit of hollowed-out nothingness in 1997 when I left, and has been gentrifying along with becoming more diverse. It wasn’t a place anyone wanted to be, but now it’s nice there, and we’re as surprised as anybody.
[I won’t contest that the Troy cops are racist as fuck but they’re also just completely fucking incompetent; I called them when I had my wallet stolen, and they were all about 22 with identical blond buzzcuts, and when I looked up the guy who took my report, it was his first day back after drunkenly crashing his car into a neighboring police force’s van-with-its-lights-on-at-the-time, so… And then they fucked up my paperwork and screwed it all up enough so I had a Bad Time at the DMV. Bunch of chucklefucks.]
Anyway. A fascinating article, if heavily marred by a total disregard for geography.
Also: Suburban? Troy’s a city of 50,000 and a county seat, it’s not the suburbs? What does that headline mean? I’ve no doubt there’s shit going down in the suburbs too but ?????
(The Rust Belt, if you were not aware, if you had not Googled it, if you wish to know more than the author of this piece, refers to the Great Lakes area stretching out into the Upper Midwest. Troy is about 150ish-200 miles from the closest of the Great Lakes, and is culturally pretty New Englandy– and they’ve got their own declined-manufacturing aesthetic, to be sure, but it’s of a different category and trajectory than that of the Rust Belt.)
So, the book I've been reading over the past few days has been Ursula Le Guin's essay collection, Words Are My Matter: Writings about Life and Books 2000-2016. It contains speeches, essays, introductions, blog posts and book reviews, and one or two funny little poems.
I enjoyed it quite a bit. I didn't read absolutely every piece in the book – as I said, I don't love essays that much – but I would start a piece, and if it grabbed me, I would read it. If it didn't, I'd page through quickly, and if something caught my eye, I'd stop and go back and read it. I'd say that I read around 2/3 of this collection in total.
I've actually read very little of Ursula Le Guin's actual fiction, and that not for years - I think I read the Earthsea Trilogy before it was a quartet, when I was in late primary school or early high school. This collection makes me want to go back and give her another go - I liked her somewhat acerbic wit, her feminism, and her ability to write both in a very personal register and a very professional, polished, critical one. I think my favourite section was the Talks, Essays and Occasional Pieces, which I read in full - book introductions and book reviews are less interesting when one doesn't know the books in question, though Le Guin certainly convinced me that I need to read Vonda McIntyre's Dreamsnake, and George MacDonald's The Princess and the Goblin, and perhaps also Alan Garner's Boneland and Tove Jansson's The True Deceiver. And I need to re-read Among Others, of course.
Getting back to the essays, I enjoyed their thoughtfulness, and was particularly delighted by her piece on Inventing Languages, and how to make these consistent. I liked her various articles articles on genre and publishing (and was particularly pleased that she did not throw Romance under the bus, though I get the impression that she hasn't read much, if any of it), and adored her horror parody, On Serious Literature, in which the author is stalked by the dessicated zombie corpse of genre fiction. I loved and was depressed by her essay on the ways women's writing gets disregarded and disappeared, Disappearing Grandmothers, and will definitely be retaining her term 'prick-lit' for the equivalent of 'chick-lit'.
A good, solid read, with moments of absolute delight. I have no idea what the competition on this ballot will be like, but I'm definitely glad I had the opportunity to read this one.
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Matsuoka Rin/Yamazaki Sousuke, Hazuki Nagisa/Ryuugazaki Rei, Nanase Haruka/Tachibana Makoto
Characters: Yamazaki Sousuke, Matsuoka Rin, Nitori Aiichirou, Ryuugazaki Rei, Shigino Kisumi, Tachibana Makoto, Nanase Haruka
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Future Fish, AU of an AU, Alternate Universe - Police, Partnership, When They Hold A Mexican Standoff But Don't Give You A Gun, Work In Progress, Pining, Blood and Injury, Rin in Drag, Arguing, Resentment, Missing Persons, Alternate Universe - Noir, Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Stripper Cops, Not Stripper Cops, Sousuke Is a Damsel in Distress And He Hates It, Mermaid Haru Can and Will Fuck You Up, Jealousy, Entire Precinct Made of Loose Cannons
Sousuke is a small-town cop whose safe little world is shaken by the arrival of his long-lost best friend and new partner, Rin. Rin is magnetic, exciting, and Sousuke can't deny the feelings the feisty redhead brings out in him -- although he does try.
And there's also murder, mayhem and a reality-breaking scientist to deal with -- nothing in Iwatobi is what it seems.
It's done! I finished a WIP! Good for me!
One of the native truths about Being A Woman is that a woman's body is, at times, a thing of hateful betrayal.
It just is.
For most of us, that betrayal is made manifest at or after puberty.
For some women, that betrayal is made manifest in utero with the production of unnecessary dicks, but it still basically fits the pattern.
Meanwhile, trans men are caught in a different form of the same trap, in that the default configuration of the human body is female. If the surge of testosterone to trigger the alternate development comes after the hateful betrayal happens, then the gentleman in question doesn't get the alternate configuration.
Too bad, so sad, should've been born... not a mammal? Possibly vertebrate? I'm not sure how widespread the default-development-configuration-is-
Transgender people are a result of the female body's natural tendency to hateful betrayal.
All women should understand this and accept trans women as our sisters in suffering.
All men should understand this and be terrified to question it, because smart men do not question the issue of women's bodies and their treachery.
And accept trans men as their brothers in suffering, because most men have been Brung Low by a woman at some point.
and now I need to stop typing, because I accidentally overstrained my wrist a couple of days ago.
Now I'm even more tired because our backyard is all hill and all we have is a push mower, but my weekend starts now. I have coffee and my paints (heeeey, I finally cleaned up my studio!) and I'm going to see if I can finish this little painting before I go to bed. :)
I am not sure that this book wholly lives up to its title; most of these authors neither published nor completed anything particularly stunning in 1922. In fact, now that I think about it, T. S. Eliot's The Waste Land is the only one that really counts. Woolf & Lawrence had their best work ahead and E. M. Forster - I actually don't know the critical opinions of E. M. Forster's work; is A Passage to India considered his best? In any case he didn't finish it till 1923.
So don't read this book for the supposed thesis, because it's bunk. 1922 is not a sea change in literature, just a convenient way to arrange an otherwise unwieldy amount of material about four quite disparate people.
However, the book doesn't lean much on this supposed thesis - it really does seem more like a convenient organizational tool than anything else - so it might be worth reading if you're interested in any of the four writers aforementioned.
Or if you just want to read a book that could be entitled Moderate Neurosis: A Writer's Life, this is the book for you. Nervous breakdowns all over the place! Lots of gazing into space while sitting at a desk before a half-completed manuscript! T. S. Eliot spends six months not getting the manuscript of The Waste Land typed, even though publishers are literally begging for it (even though none of them have read it yet! Because it's still in manuscript! WHAT IF IT WAS TERRIBLE, YOU GUYS?) and that is the only thing standing between him and publication, acclaim, and a much-needed infusion of cash.
Admittedly at the time Eliot was in the process of getting his own magazine off the ground and perhaps having second thoughts about having his poem published at a magazine that would be a rival, which leads one to suspect that his dilatoriness was at least as much a business strategy as neurosis.
His publishers are so heroically patient with him, too. When he finally gets them the poem - still handwritten! - they rush it into print in the autumn issue and give him a big fancy prize for it, never mind that this will give his magazine (which is a rival to their magazine) an enormous boost in prestige.
Actually I get this feeling about a lot of publishers of yesteryear: they're often heroically patient with their authors, even when said authors don't sell that well. (Lawrence's sales aren't good at all, but his publisher puts out book after book. Someday he will find his public!) It was a different time.
2. My house is mostly clean, and the new vacuum cleaner works well.
3. The dog's medication is working, which means she no longer pees in her sleep. (Yes, really. Sigh.)
4. I had a lovely lunch (with gelato!) and a long walk in the redwoods with laurashapiro and shrift.
5. There are still 2 more days of the weekend, and I have no obligations whatsoever. This is kind of awesome.
Inside Hillary Clinton's Life after the Election
As staffers and friends began to melt down with shock and grief, Clinton, by all accounts, remained preternaturally calm. One staffer speculated that she was able to do so because she is a person who often expects the worst and does not trust the best: “It was an example of reality rising to meet her expectations.”
“I remember having conversations with her which were gut-wrenching to me,” says Mook of that night. “Saying to her, ‘The math isn’t there. It doesn’t look like we can win.’ She was so stoic about it. She immediately went into the mode of thinking, Okay, what do we do next?”
Speechwriters Dan Schwerin and Megan Rooney realized that they were going to have to produce a concession speech. Rooney had drafted one and stuck it in a drawer. As the evening wore on, they started working on it. By the time the results were certain, Clinton and her advisers felt that it was too late to make a speech; she wanted to consider carefully what she had to say, and went back and forth with her team about the stance to take toward Trump. When Schwerin and Rooney came to her suite at the Peninsula Hotel the next morning to go over the draft, Clinton was sitting in her bathrobe at the table. She had slept only briefly, but she was clear: She wanted to take a slightly more aggressive approach, focusing on the protection of democratic norms, and she wanted to emphasize the message to young girls, the passage that would become the heart of her speech.
As the pair of writers left her room and walked down the hall, Rooney turned to Schwerin and said, “That’s a president.” Schwerin remembers: “Because here, in this incredibly difficult moment, she was thinking calmly and rationally about what the country needs to hear.” Schwerin said that until then he had held it together. “But I kind of lost it then.”
And flashback, from the same writer, almost exactly a year ago:
There is an Indiana Jones–style, “It had to be snakes” inevitability about the fact that Donald Trump is Clinton’s Republican rival. Of course Hillary Clinton is going to have to run against a man who seems both to embody and have attracted the support of everything male, white, and angry about the ascension of women and black people in America. Trump is the antithesis of Clinton’s pragmatism, her careful nature, her capacious understanding of American civic and government institutions and how to maneuver within them. Of course a woman who wants to land in the Oval Office is going to have to get past an aggressive reality-TV star who has literally talked about his penis in a debate.
Title: the scars that words have carved
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Warm light 2 (These are the scars that words have carved on me), rain cloud 25 (Past the expiration date), Blackstar 10 (I'm afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it → I'm Afraid of Americans (Earthling))
Supplies and Materials: Tapestry (warm light/seed beads), seed beads, modeling clay (fight)
Word Count: 125
Summary: It's not easy.
Warnings: Mention of homophobia.
Notes: Oh my god, did I actually finish something?
( the scars that words have carved )
Back on livejournal we had a community called ArtSlam and I've since made a mirror of the community on dreamwidth. artslam. As for what it is, here's the general idea:
"ArtSlam runs from June 1st to August 31st, providing a summer-long challenge that is simple on the surface: draw something every day. For this community, we prefer that you pick a concept and stick with it for at least one month. If you have a world that you want to explore with art, or a set of characters, this is a great place to do it! If you're shaky with perspective, background art, anatomy, or just really want to draw 30 pandas, you can hone your focus that-a-way, too."
So if you're looking for an active community this summer with feedback on your progress or world building and want to dive into it, please join us!
Sign Ups are here: http://artslam.dreamwidth.org/1942.