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May. 24th, 2016


What did I miss?

Okay... Emotional math: 2 grandkids. (Looking forward to a third) Minus 2 dogs plus one poodle. Too many social media stuff divided by a dozen neglected blogs. Money drama. Fear of failing to celebrate my upcoming 50th birthday appropriately multiplied by ... you name it.

Oct. 17th, 2014


On that time of year and writers and Litreactor and too much social media

About once a year, I remember... OH YEAH LIVEJOURNAL.

And I stop in to see what I've been saying which is not surprising not much. And I note the physical changes that Livejournal has taken over the years. (I shouldn't throw stones. Haven't we all? My profile picture shows a babbling granddaughter who at the moment of this writing just started elementary school. Next year, when I stop back at Livejournal I'll be amazed and say "Remember when she just started kindergarten? That seems like forever ago.")

What brought me back here today was a link on Litreactor. (Which is what? You ask. I'm glad you asked. I'm not an expert. I just joined this morning. It appears to be a writerly community and a sort of degree-free college of master classes.)

What brought me to Litreactor? (You're on fire today with the on-point questions! Good on ya, mate.)

A colleague advertised a class he was teaching there and I was thought BRILLIANT! I've put teaching classes on hold because mobility and health issues blah blah excuses (GOOD EXCUSES! but still blah) and have been looking into the possibility (and trying to foresee and problem-solve the potential difficulties) with online classes. Finding a site that specializes in them rather than navigating google hang-out or somesuch? Like I said. BRILLIANT! Maybe. I'm not sure. I went in the front door to check it out (which is student eye level and good), to see what it looks like from that side; but I'm not sure how difficult is to navigate from student to teacher. Potentially very difficult as there may be cash incentive in keeping students students. Students pay for classes. On the other hand, teachers create the products students purchase and no doubt share a significant portion of those fees with the site. How and how much is unknown and apparently a trade secret -or at least not visible when you enter the virtual college through the student door. The advantage, perhaps the sole advantage, to going it alone in the online teaching route is that I can charge (or not) anything and don't have to share the profits (or responsibilities: promotional, delivery, etc) with anyone.

Yes, I should probably have just asked my colleague how he got the gig and what the pros and cons were.

So in scoping out the site, I discovered a link under resources for writers to Jim Butcher's livejournal (which is touted as being a terrific resource for writers -which I'm not saying it's not). The exact superlatives are as follows:

Jim Butcher's LiveJournal has some of the most useful, concise essays on the craft of fiction writing available anywhere, let alone for free on the internet. Create flesh-and-blood characters, build tension in your plot, and make your characters react to the events of your story believably.

Which is lovely. Especially if you're Jim Butcher. (Disclosure: I love the Dresden Files show and books.) But what I noticed is that Jim isn't coming to Livejournal any more frequently than I am.

To be fair, concise useful essays don't have to have been written this week to be inspiring. I love me some Strunk and White and "Elements of Style" is not exactly fresh.

But the other question is where have we been if not livejournaling? I don't know about Jim but I'm a little crazy with the social media. Facebook, Twitter, Ello, #binders, wordpress, etc. Tumblr and pinterest and their ilk (word of the day is ilk -I managed to slip it into my Litreactor profile) get little love and I mostly stumble into them on accident when I follow a link that leads me there and asks (or demands) I sign in to continue. Reverbnation has really shot up this month. Although I haven't put new content on in years. Soundcloud is definitely under-utilized. Myspace? I have no idea the last time I logged into myspace. It's been how many years? Goodreads is now owned by Amazon. Ambivalence meet underutilization.

Mostly social media (which double for writers and activists and others as promotional or organizing tools) just makes me feel guilty. Like I should be working harder. Using better those "resources" that are supposed to make life and work easier.

I should update... I should check... I should... Shouldn't I?

PS. I should thank Livejournal for its vigorous autosave. My computer has been cutting in and out all day. The profile I mentioned at Litreactor took 2 hours to write because I had to restart it over and over. Finally using Open Office with cut and paste. But even OO betrayed me when I restored "untitled document" and found it blank. (I should see if I can set my autodraft to be more aggressive.) But Livejournal, thank you! I cut out twice during this post and returned each time to see I had lost a word or two, if that. Reason enough to come back more than once a year.

Mar. 24th, 2013


History was made by teenage girls

I’m considering the idea of doing a series of textbooks starting with an overview: “History was made by teenage girls.” Chapters on Pocahontas, Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, Phillis Wheatley and on the culture impact of fictional teens such as Shakespeare’s Juliet. I need to round it out by  researching more young heroines and pioneers in math, science and the arts.

I can beg and borrow and edit essays from longer works, previously published, etc. Also put brief questions to “experts” via email and weave them in.

Where/when did the idea come in that women, particularly young women, are irrelevant and not serious? Is it youth that taints women with triviality? Or misogyny that overshadows genius and potential genius?

In other news, did some art today — began what may end up being a multi-media (painted collages) book of covers of as yet unwritten stories and chapbooks. Or if the cover has its way, may be an OOK chapbook/sculpture of art and poetry: “The Girl Who Speaks Sunshine”, poetry for children. I can’t wait to see what the title poem means.

Anyway you can blame this spurt in productivity on empty Etsy shop guilt.


Mar. 21st, 2013


Doctor Who And The Gay Agenda

Originally posted by darkestboy at Doctor Who And The Gay Agenda

Oct. 18th, 2011


Paying Attention?

Oct. 17th, 2011


Holiday Greetings

Oct. 9th, 2011


e.e. cummings "Humanity i love you"

Originally posted by duathir at e.e. cummings, 'Humanity i love you'

Humanity i love you

Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because
when you're hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you're flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shops and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it's there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you

by e.e. cummings

Sep. 29th, 2011


Check out poetry from G.L. Morrison


Jun. 11th, 2011

Trainwreck kind of funny

So I was link-surfing from something a friend, transman of color, had posted on his facebook wall about

10 Conversations On Racism I’m Sick Of Having With White People

and Five Things White Activists Should Never Say

and it eventually brought me to this blog that the first mentioned article had referred to as *badassedness*. Which I totally agree. So much so that I wrote the following comment and then discovered that I couldnt post it to the discussion without being a friend of the author. (Which is smart or the idiot mentioned in the badassed blog for being an idiot would have hogged all the bandwidth on the planet and caused power outages throughout the country.) So I was like... hey, I have plenty of soap boxes to stand on when one isn't available. And this here soap box is withering with neglect (so consider this my "stand").

Original badassedness upon which I commented was called

**How NOT To Have a Discussion On Racism
And this is what happens when white folks think they've achieved Speshul White Person status:**


Now, my comments:

I tried to read it all, I really did. But my special white eyes kept slipping off the page... so I might have missed the obvious flaw in his precious argument. Why is an imaginary magazine (or a real agenda of) "Black Power" different from "White Power"? Doh! Because one means "let's help each other up from where/when we got pushed down" and the other means "damn, those fuckers are getting up- quick, shove 'em back down!"

I don't blame you for being pissed. He gotcha good --tricked you into wasting oxygen and brain cells talking to a moron. It's the internet equivalent of a prank phone call. I hate it when you find out people you know are a waste of space... good thing he wasn't a good friend. You can always hope he has a brain tumor or some other operable stupidity. Alas, probably not.

I go back and forth with this kind of "friend". Sometimes I publicly eviscerate them (usually wittily and in front of a number of other people since it is hopeless to think they're educable so I'm really using them as an object lesson) and other times I raise my talk-to-the-hand hand and say: "Not one more word. If you've got that kind of ugly inside you, keep it there. You're talking shit. If I've gone this long without knowing what an idiot you are about ____ (fill in the blank) I don't need to hear it now."

If they know me well at all, they usually shut up because they've witnessed previous eviscerations. And if they don't know me well, someone who does usually scurries forward to herd them into another room with a "don't get her started."

Or sometimes I just move on to a non-sequitur, like rolling my eyes and singing They Might Be Giants "This is where the party ends cuz I can't stand here listening to you and your racist friends."

Of course, I AM angry and militant and a bitch! Nothing you say will make a difference to SWP, he's too busy smugly parading his ignorance.

Jan. 28th, 2011


Mmmmm Open & Supportive? Good politics make me hungry


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