Tune du Jour
Dec. 3rd, 2020 07:49 pmIt's a twofer today, you lucky readers.
Music saved my life, hit me like flare guns in the night, turned all my nightmares into dreams
When you're beside me, I'm so much more
Music saved my life, hit me like flare guns in the night, turned all my nightmares into dreams
When you're beside me, I'm so much more
I've taken up crying as a new hobby this year, and I think I'm getting good at it. I've given myself permission to stop trying to choke it down, which really took a while. No more snot all over everything, no more body wrenching sobs, just a long slow therapeutic weep, cleansing and healing. And with my plague beard and a mask, I don't have to explain myself to well meaning strangers at the store.
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Oct. 27th, 2020 08:06 pmI feel guilty.
I live in privilege.
I should be out there, on the streets.
Fighting against racism, for equality.
Fighting against nepotism and corruption and capitalist cruelty.
Fighting against people who it seems insist on infecting as many innocent people as possible.
But I'm too afraid.
Afraid of dying because of those careless, thoughtless people who carry the plague around with them, gifting it to anybody they meet.
Afraid of the crippling long term side effects that can come from surviving it.
I spend money on people I hope can help.
I write and email and call people who may want to help but in the end I'm resigned to seeing them choose self-interest when they've been put in a position where the welfare of the nation should be their first consideration.
I thought about turning off comments. I know it's irrational. And if I live long enough to have grandniblets or whatever the proper term is, I can tell them I did the best I could. And maybe that would be enough.
I live in privilege.
I should be out there, on the streets.
Fighting against racism, for equality.
Fighting against nepotism and corruption and capitalist cruelty.
Fighting against people who it seems insist on infecting as many innocent people as possible.
But I'm too afraid.
Afraid of dying because of those careless, thoughtless people who carry the plague around with them, gifting it to anybody they meet.
Afraid of the crippling long term side effects that can come from surviving it.
I spend money on people I hope can help.
I write and email and call people who may want to help but in the end I'm resigned to seeing them choose self-interest when they've been put in a position where the welfare of the nation should be their first consideration.
I thought about turning off comments. I know it's irrational. And if I live long enough to have grandniblets or whatever the proper term is, I can tell them I did the best I could. And maybe that would be enough.
Goodreads: Hallowe'en Season
Oct. 10th, 2020 09:25 pmHallowe'en Season, by Lucy Snyder.
A collection of (mostly) spooky stories, out just in time for the holidays.
At first I was worried. The opening stories... felt kind of amateurish, felt like something *I* would write. But it picks up steam, and Cosmic Cola is a step up. When we get to Visions of the Dream Witch the book has hit its stride. The Great VuDu Teen Linux Zombie Masacree is a callback to previous works turned into a story. I think my favorite is In The Family, a story about dealing with allergies and sororital conflict.
A collection of (mostly) spooky stories, out just in time for the holidays.
At first I was worried. The opening stories... felt kind of amateurish, felt like something *I* would write. But it picks up steam, and Cosmic Cola is a step up. When we get to Visions of the Dream Witch the book has hit its stride. The Great VuDu Teen Linux Zombie Masacree is a callback to previous works turned into a story. I think my favorite is In The Family, a story about dealing with allergies and sororital conflict.
Tunes du Jour
Oct. 7th, 2020 12:44 amIf you're on Facebook with me, you've seen this before, but I cannot fucking stop listening to this playlist right now.
Down Among the Sticks and Bones, by Seanan McGuire
We were pretty much told how this story would go in the first book. And I went in knowing that.
But I got caught up in what was going on, and I forgot.
Until suddenly she whipped back the curtain and the last bit fell on me like rediscovering gravity.
We were pretty much told how this story would go in the first book. And I went in knowing that.
But I got caught up in what was going on, and I forgot.
Until suddenly she whipped back the curtain and the last bit fell on me like rediscovering gravity.