Posted By onefinemess on October 2, 2014
First off, let’s just get this out of the way (because it relates to nothing else I’ll say today): Just because something you saw didn’t make you (a) racist, doesn’t mean that thing (that thing you saw!) isn’t in itself racist.
[I mean. The ocean. It’s over there, right [[we pretend to stand against the shore/adrift amongst the dunes/dry feet like crones’ eyes/toes riddled with cracks without answers/blue meets blue/clouds flee]]? And oceans are wet. But I’m not wet, so it’s clearly not an ocean!]
This is “duh”? Right. Kinda in reference to the Tom & Jerry BS, but also: because people have said it a million times before. “I saw/read/consume X and it didn’t make me racist so how can it be racist?” See. I want to call that shitty logic. But I can’t. BECAUSE I DON’T THING IT’S LOGIC AT ALL. Does it count as a “divine fallacy“? I don’t know, my logic is old and rusty, but even I can still smell stupid. (Yes, I know that statement in itself was illogical. Move with me.)
OK, now what else?
In general is good. Babies are coming! Soon. Excited. Stressed. Compressed. Elastic and ecstatic and everything around the edges. Jen is doing amazing with the whole thing. Prepping and transporting 2 kids to school and handling #3 at home AND carrying #4 & #5 around in her bellah like a champ.
#3 fell his ass off the chair the other night. Totally his fault…he’s a daredevil. Anyway, said fall left him with a nasty little gash (fingernail sized, eye-shaped) on the back of his head that required a trip to the doctor the next day (yay, no emergency room!) and I think they glued his head shut. Which is interesting. I had a similar thing happen around his age and the doctor just died a knot in my hair to hold it together while it healed. Poor little dude though – he called it his “crack”. As in “I have a crack in my head” and “The doctor fixed the crack in my head.” So sad/funny. Oh, and it was scary. Lots of bright blood. But not the worst thing that’s happened to him. I dread his teenage years on a regular basis.
#1 & #2 are doing great in school – it’s always scary/wonderful to see them grow and change in response to all that outside input.
I need to buy the new Rentals album. (I think you can stream the whole thing from there! It is good.) Well. “want”. “badly want”. You know. Not need. I just haven’t yet.
The new Gaslight Anthem album is quite good. Different. But/And good. Here’s Helter Skeleton. You can play it whilst you scroll downwards, toward some kind of nirvana:
(The) Pixies put out a new album too. And it’s not bad!
Those are the 3 blips I can think of at the moment. Oh, Rancid just announced they have a new album coming out this year, so that might not suck.
Because I know you wanted to know, right?
OK, so my current state of mind is: I FUCKING HATE CATS. AND SQUIRRELS. They tear up my planters daily and it is incredibly frustrating. I’ve been trying to find some kind of “natural” way to deal with them (yes, I know death is natural, but that’s not what I’m talking about). Supposedly rue keeps cats out…but can also cause nasty infections on human skin! And: kids. So I don’t want that…
Stuff is cool though. I’ve been growing some sedum clippings. That’s kind of neat seeing whole plants grow from pieces of stem:
That’s a week or two out of date, but still pretty neat to see all sped up.
Blogging in general
I’ve been feeling burned out on blogging lately…I mean, next month it will have been 10 years that I’ve been grinding away at this. 10 YEARS. I have children younger than that. Ahh, my first post. I was so young and me then. Ish. So yeah, 10 years of doing this and I almost never have new visitors – outside of the 4-5 RL folks I know who still read this occasionally I mean – we can have separate conversations, so what’s the point of all “this”? I’m trying to figure that out.
[Sidenote: I think I used to have some kind of blog before this one, but I can’t remember what or who it was.]
I haven’t written much of anything in a while. It’s depressing, but it is what it is. Time is in short supply these days. I’ve got two things I’m reading from other people, and that’s pretty much it. I’ve done an occasional poem, so at least that’s something. I had a couple creative days where I came up with several new things for the mud I still code on (also when I have: The Time), and those are kind of cool if I ever get around to finishing.
Here’s a poem:
fast/hall of leaves
My brain doesn’t remember the sunny nights of my youth
but my body does like an egg now goosed in a bottle
My ribs are old
best if they don’t break
I do fly down the hallway of leaves
Autumn always at my feet
We’ll fall in love somewhere further
and I’ll skin my knees
Thoughts of thievery in thieves cant
Thoughts of things that cannot be stolen back
A wisp of pressure and tricks of light
Deep into the memory hole I
Flung from the hall of leaves
a toddler in the Stream
Into the night
carry me once.
Visual consumption of media that moves
I’ve been slowly working my way through the 5 years of Futurama that I missed (now that it’s available on Netflix), and there are some pretty funny bits in there. I think I’m up to season 10. Or 9. I’ve tried a couple other random things on Netflix, but nothing has stuck.
The last movie I saw was Guardians of the Galaxy and it was wonderful. (Wait! That’s not true, we took the kids to a dinner theater (no, not that kind, the kind where you can eat dinner at a theater) and watched How to Train Your Dragon 2. Which was entertaining for all.)
Um. Since the last book review I posted I’ve read a collection (Long Hidden) edited by Daniel Jose Older and his collection (Salsa Nocturna) of short stories. Both were good, his collection was better as the other one, as it was hit or miss as those things tend to be with some stories being amazing and some being meh. I think I have some issues with the short story format in general, as more than a few of them felt like they were trying to hard to jam some twist/brilliant ending into too small a package. I was going to write individual reviews for them but it’s been too long and I’ve pretty much forgotten them. My brain is awesome :(.
We are watching the following with the kids: Cosmos (the new one), The Life of Birds (might be done with this, I’ll have to check) and Avatar (the cartoon one). All are interesting in their own way. I love it when Cosmos keeps the kids attention, as there is so much cool stuff in there. The Life of Birds has had some pretty neat bird stuff in it (also very sad, like the bird that hatches 7 chicks, then kills them one by one until its down to 2 or 3. And cuckoos. Seriously. FUCK CUCKOOS. Hate those guys.) and Avatar, while problematic in some ways (long other topic that I’m too tired and just google it), is an entertaining show with some positive example behavior type stuff in there.
Cool Comic Art
Some of my favorite artists currently making comics:
Jamie McKelvie (tumblr) So amazing. His Young Avengers Run as well as Wicked + Divine are so crisp and clean and amazing and creative. Single images really don’t capture as page/panel flow are such a part of what he does well. Check out any issue of the above. Also, the colorists on those two books are amazing too. Picking single panels is like chopping out one section of painting…but I’ll do it anyway:
Also fun stuff like this:
Oh hey, here’s a whole page from W+D:
Sara Pichelli (of Ultimate Spider-Man fame)
To me, they both share a sense of just…I dunno… “cleanness”. Like everything feels real and vibrant.
There are better examples in the actual comics, but that’s what some speedy googling turned up.
So. Yeah. There’s 1500 words for you (guys/girls/nons) instead of a month or two’s worth of scattered posts. WITH PICTURES. (I’ve been told by the impression left in the comment threads at various places that pictures mean things. I think they are supposed to have captions or moving parts. One of mine moves! Hopefully that’s enough).
-Until next time