5.17.2009

I love Wikipedia

And this is why.

It's a tad early for a hipster rant, but I'll get around to it.

It's not even that I don't like hipsters, exactly. I don't get them. I don't understand why anyone would want to assume that persona. Hipsters, I think, must lead sad and lonely internal lives, fraught with anxiety about their coolness, and whether or not they might actually like certain things in an unironic way. Well, anyway. I'll save it up for later.



You are killing America, hipsters. Just stop it.

3.26.2009

I'M IN I'M IN I'M IN I'M IN I'M IN!



I've been accepted to the Woolf Conference! What up now, people? I'm goin' to New Frickin' York. (I was going to go anyway, but still...)

"Town Queer, Country Queer: Homographesis and the role of London in Woolf's Orlando and Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray" coming soon to an institution of higher learning near you--that is, if you happen to live in New York.

Fuckin' A!

3.15.2009

I Been Punked

There was a conversation going on over at Damien G. Walter's blog of late about Mirrorshades: The Cyberpunk Anthology. I'm meandering through Dano's copy of Mirrorshades right now (reading the stories out of order) and I'm kind of enjoying it, but not being a habitual SF consumer, my brain feels a little bit twisted up. I'm used to reading and thinking about "Litera-chaw"; when that's kind of what you do, it's very hard to turn your mind off while you read, and even after you put the book down and walk away. (Maybe that's why I've been so tired the last few days.)  

This brain-twisting is exacerbated by the ongoing conversation Dano and I have been having about writing.  I've never been much of a writer, but I've had a bug for a story kind of creeping around my skull ever since I got back from the MAP conference, and I don't really know how to take care of it.  I know Dano's been turning an idea for a new story (or perhaps a novella) around in his mind for a little bit now, but the "learning curve" to write that story, as he puts it, is proving daunting and kind of bad for morale.  So we've been talking about writing, and how to do it, and what kind of things one needs to think about, and this conversation has sort of melded with a parallel conversation about how does one (me) who is used to reading a certain kind of book, who is interested in x, y, and z ideas, who didn't get very far into genrefic as an adolescent but enjoyed The Once and Future King, Canticle for Leibowitz, Angela Carter's revisionist fairytales, Neil Gaiman's Sandman books, and the films of Terry Gilliam, Hiyao Miyazaki, and Guillermo del Toro...how does that person start reading SFF, and where does she start? 

"Well, what are your interests, as far as that is concerned?" Dano asks.  

Okay...I don't care for space operas; I don't care to read the kind of fantasy that is essentially glorified Tolkien fanfic; well-done revisionist history, apocalyptic/post-apocalyptic and dystopian scenarios always intrigue me; I'm a sucker for steampunk.  I might have said that I was interested in cyberpunk, specifically.  

When I started looking at that collection of interests, I wasn't really sure how the cyberpunk pieces fit together with those other pieces.  From what I've been discovering, psychotropic drugs often figure into cyberpunk narratives, so it might be apropos to say that cyberpunk is "cut" with doses of these other sub-genres to produce such and such effect.  Still, the conceits and concerns of cyberpunk as a self-contained sub-genre seem to me to be particular.  Anyway, I professed an interest in learning more about all that, but when I thought about it, I didn't know where that interest came from, so I'm going about getting to the bottom of that.  

My exposure to the genre doesn't extend far beyond the (really excellent) films Ghost in the Shell and Ghost in the Shell: Innocence--and the Matrix franchise, of course.  The thing that interested me most about Ghost in the Shell is how it goes about addressing the question of "where" we are; that is, where is the self, the identity, seated?  In a tech-saturated future, does a cyborg have a self, and is that self, the "ghost," married to the body, the "shell"?  Our present is already so tech-saturated, these strike me as relevant questions--questions that throw a wrench in the works of some feminist discourse on the body and our relationship to the body.  Feminist theorist Donna Haraway--who, interestingly enough, holds a Ph.D. in Biology from Yale--blew my mind with her observations along these lines in her piece "A Cyborg Manifesto."  Actually, when I think about it, I think those questions about who we are, "where" we are, and how all the moral, ethical, social, economic etc. etc. implications involved in that are likely to evolve going forward in our technologically advanced society, is what it's all about for me.  Really, that's where my interest in literature--and litera-chaw--lies in general.  I knew there was a reason, even if it wasn't readily apparent, that I pulled The Waste Land off my shelf this morning when I sat down to think about this stuff--Eliot was thinking about those questions post-WWI; in writing Frankenstein, Mary Shelley was thinking about those questions in the context of the post-French Revolution, Industrial Revolution era; and on and on...

Well, we see how this exploration goes.  But the more I think about it, the more I am inclined to agree with Dano's belief that "the next Great American Novel may well wind up filed in the 'sci-fi/fantasy' section at your local bookstore."


3.12.2009

I'm listening...

The longer I teach Women's and Gender Studies, the more I appreciate Dan Savage. At first glance, he might seem like little more than a snarkier, hipper, gay-er sex-advice-world version of Ira Glass. He certainly can be that, but even at his snarkiest and most offensive, he is sex-positive, he always emphasizes safe sex and safe relationships, he is outspokenly anti-"abstinence only" sex education, and he often makes good points about women's reproductive rights and GLBT rights. I don't always agree with his sex/relationship advice, but among (quasi) mainstream sex advice columnists, his column is more inclusive, more informed, and more comprehensive than anyone else's.

And occasionally I learn about things through Dan Savage that I wouldn't have learned about anywhere else (and I'm not talking about sex techniques). In his latest podcast he mentions the wildly homophobic speech Oklahoma state legislator Sally Kern delivered in her district last year. I went and looked her up, and found this on YouTube. The audio's pretty shocking.

Yeah, I don't really have a good response to such unabashed, bigoted paranoia. I leave it to you to figure out.

3.05.2009

"I wol drynke licour of the vyne and have a joly wench in every toun"


Hey there, tubes. It's been awhile.

I'm off this morning to Albuquerque to attend the Medieval Association of the Pacific Conference. My friend Ryan and I are on a panel pertaining to Chaucer's Pardoner (that's him there on the right); in a very small nutshell, my paper addresses the Plague as context for the Pardoner and his Tale. The title, which I admit is somewhat cumbersome, is "Dancing Around Death: Medieval Life, Death, and Chaucer's Unsettling Pardoner." Mer. I'm going to wear my skull earrings.

I still have some packing and cleaning to do before Ryan picks me up in a bit, so I won't really go into much detail right now. Anyway, this is my first time presenting at a real conference, so wish me luck! I'll let you know how it goes when I get back.

I miss the tubes. I have a lot of blogging I want to do when I get back. I've been ruminating on a defense of Sherman Alexie (he ruffled some feathers around here with his talk last week), I wanted to address the gay rights initiative that got killed by the city council here this week, and I have some other thoughts on my mind as well.

One thing worth commenting on is the untimely passing of Lucky, the Little Black Cat. She made me sneeze, and she peed on me once, but I loved her anyway. You will be missed, LuckyCat.

2.23.2009

"Isn't that what they called the replicants in Bladerunner? Skins?"

I get to see Sherman Alexie speak tomorrow!

I don't have tv, but my mom does, and she directed me to this clip of Alexie interviewed (or something) on the Colbert Report:

2.15.2009

" 'Twas nessig, and the Inglyhor did biaspese through the Jurth..." -or- This is All I Got at the Moment

I had high hopes for this weekend and blogging, as I have access to the tubes again, after several days of going without. But, as it tends to do, life intervened. That is to say, some complicated emotions came up that kind of took me by surprise, and I've been employing various tactics to evade, avoid, ignore, etc said emotions--tactics such as getting my hair cut, celebrating Valentine's day by drinking to excess with a handful of other single friends, and trolling the barren wastes of myspace and facebook for hours on end--all of which require exactly zero brain power.

Notice how I still haven't posted about Art Spiegleman, or Jackson Pollock. I still have quite the backlog of posting to do for my women's studies blog. I haven't read a book straight through since I finished school in December. I'm behind in housekeeping, and the produce in the fridge is starting to get iffy because, excluding the burrito I made for lunch, I haven't bothered to make a nutritious meal for myself in many, many days now. I want to want to do these things, but the fact of the matter is I just don't right now.

But I am making an attempt, however slight, to be a little more on top of it. I have started earnestly studying the Arabic alphabet, and I did manage to do laundry and dishes today. And I'm having this modest go at posting tonight, so.

A few posts ago, I threw out the idea of making poetry out of those word verification sercurity things. I tried, at one point, to create some kind of poetic narrative around those intriguing not-quite-words, but found that doing so took away from the minimalist poetry inherent in the words themselves. So here's a list I've been compiling; you can choose to read them as poetry as they are or, alternatively, I invite you to exert your own poetic imagination on them. For instance, if this list were a sentence, how would you punctuate it? For that matter, what parts of speech do the words take on?

nessig winecess meters inglyhor chenedis jurth biaspese wansic treepor


Well, have at it.