Life with cats
Love & Rockets sale!? Let’s hit the archive:
Claire and Jake had spoken with living legend, Gilbert Hernandez about Love & Rockets finally going digital as well as New Stories going same day as print. They also spoke about inspirations, Idealism vs vulnerability, Julio’s Day, and what GIlbert is reading right now. It was pretty great.
By the spring of 1862, a year into the American Civil War, Major General Ulysses S. Grant had pushed deep into Confederate territory along the Tennessee River. In early April, he was camped at Pittsburg Landing, near Shiloh, Tennessee, waiting for Maj. Gen. Don Carlos Buell’s army to meet up with him. On the morning of April 6, Confederate troops based out of nearby Corinth, Mississippi, launched a surprise offensive against Grant’s troops, hoping to defeat them before the second army arrived.
A new post on Wet Asphalt about the mythology that has sprung up organically among homeless children in Miami.
If you think a woman in a tan vinyl bra and underwear, grabbing her crotch and grinding up on a dance partner is raunchy, trashy, and offensive but you don’t think her dance partner is raunchy, trashy, or offensive as he sings a song about “blurred” lines of consent and…
Also, bizarrely, no one seems to be mentioning that the reason Miley was wearing a flesh-colored bra and panty set and carrying a foam finger is because that is *what appeared* in the music video for Blurred Lines. Also Robin Thicke ate cotton candy off of a dancer’s ass, but that was just fine?
"Don’t," Deane said. "You’re right. About what this all is. What I am. But there are certain internal logics to be honored. If you use that, you’ll see a lot of brains and blood, and it would take me several hours—your subjective time—to effect another spokesperson. This set isn’t easy for me to maintain. Oh, and I’m sorry about Linda, in the arcade. I was hoping to speak through her, but I’m generating all this out of your memories, and the emotional charge… well, it’s very tricky. I slipped. Sorry."
Case lowered the gun. “This is the matrix. You’re Wintermute.”
"Yes. This is all coming to you courtesy of the simstim unit wired into your desk, of course. I’m glad I was able to cut you off before you’d managed to jack out." Deane walked around the desk, straightened his chair, and sat down. "Sit, old son. We have a lot to talk about."
—William Gibson, Neuromancer
The Wachowskis bit this shit so hard it hurts.
Now he slept in the cheapest coffins, the ones nearest the port, beneath the quartz-halogen floods that lit the docks all night like vast stages; where you couldn’t see the lights of Tokyo for the glare of the television sky, not even the towering hologram logo of the Fuji Electric Company, and Tokyo Bay was a black expanse where gulls wheeled above drifting shoals of white styrofoam. Behind the port lay the city, factory domes dominated by the vast cubes of corporate arcologies. Port and city were divided by a narrow borderland of older streets, an area with no official name. Night City, with Ninsei its heart. By day, the bars down Ninsei were shuttered and featureless, the neon dead, the holograms inert, waiting, under the poisoned silver sky.
—William Gibson, Neuromancer
New on Wet Asphalt: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and the American love affair with true crime: http://www.wetasphalt.com/content/texas-chainsaw-legacy-american-love-affair-true-crime
Jeremy Nguyen talks about the process of making the picture of me for @comiXology’s staff picks
“Remember You” demo and chords!
C , F, Fm, (x4)
E7 (too ~~~ this magic keeps me)
D (alive! But it’s making me), Em (crazy!), G7 (and I need to),
C (save you, but who’s going to), F (save me, please for-),
Fm (-give me for whatever I), C (do, when I don’t)
E7 (remember you…)
—— (all of this repeats x2)
F (Please forgive me for whatever I), Fm (do), Cmaj7 (When I don’t remember you.)
—— (and then for the la~s, it’s)
C, F, Fm (x3)
It was so amazing to work with Olivia Olson and Tom Kenny on the songs for this episode, they had so much chemistry in the booth together!
I really tried to do them justice with this duet!
Intersteller Task Force One was earthward bound, from twenty years at space. Operation Tyler was complete. We had circled Barstow’s Dark Star, nearly a light-year from the Sun. The six enormous cruisers were burdened, now, with a precious cargo—on the frigid planets of the Dark Star we had toiled eight years, mining raw uranium, building atomic plants, filling the cadmium saftety drums with terrible plutonium.
We had left earth in a blare of bands and party oratory. Heroes of the people, we were setting out to trade our youth for the scarce fuel metals that were the lifeblood of the Squaredeal Machine. We were decelerating toward the Dark Star when Jim Cameron happened upon the somehow uncensored fact the both uranium and thorium are actually fairly plentiful on the planets at home, and concluded that we were not expected to return.
Allowed to test the cadmium safety drums that we had brought to contain our refined plutonium, he found that some of them were not safe. One in a each hundred—plated to look exactly like the rest—was a useless allow that absorbed no neutrons. Stacked together in our hold, those dummy drums would have made each loaded ship a director-sized atomic bomb, fused with an unshielded crticial mass of plutonium.
If Jim had been a Squaredealer, he might have got a medal. As a civilian feather merchant, he was allowed to scrap the deadly drums.
—”The Equalizer” by Jack Williamson, Astounding Science Fiction, 1947
The rest of the story isn’t nearly so good as this opening, but the opening is wonderful. I love the compounding of recompilations—there’s a dark star 1 light year from Earth; they’re sent on a one-way mission to it; even after they realize they’re betrayed by their own government, they they complete the mission as ordered; the fact that the man who saves them gets nothing for it because of his status in society; and now that they’ve completed their mission, what’s going to happen when they get back from the trip they were never supposed to return from? So many questions raised by so few paragraphs, and so much left for the reader to put together about the realities of the world of the story.
This was part of what John W. Campbell, the editor of Astounding Science Fiction, gave to science fiction in the forties. Recompilations, where multiple sfnal ideas compound on each other to create a more interesting, and better realized, world, and one which attempts to say something about the society we live in beyond the juvenile fantasies that had ruled the pulps in the 20s and 30s.
Is your latte too hot? Mine was this morning. I was at the bustling Oasis shopping center in Kampala, Uganda, and I took one sip and then spilt it all over me. You know who else has these problems? The local Ugandans that frequent this shop, and make up…
“I empathize with these booksellers. I hate DRM. But I wish they’d actually bothered to spend 15 minutes trying to understand how DRM works and what it is, and how open source works, and what it is, before they filed their lawsuit.” Pointed to this by Shelf Awareness, but it’s worth reblogging. (via amiwithani)
Pointed to this by Shelf Awareness, but it’s worth reblogging.
- "Judges' Cave" (Forthcoming - Lakeside Circus
- "The Spine of Worlds" (Forthcoming - Kaleidotrope)
- "The Kill Robot Hitler Show" (Forthcoming - Stupefying Stories)
- "Trials of the Dead King" (LORE)
- "Logos Ex Machina" (365 Tomorrows)
- Loghorrhea Edited by John Klima (New Haven Review)
- Little Brother by Cory Doctorow (Literary Kicks)
- Why Robin Sloan is the Future of Publishing (and Science Fiction) (io9)
- Weird Comics (comiXology Blog)