Bill Cheng's Blog, page 7
April 26, 2015
jamiatt:
durnedscribblingwoman:
micdotcom:
Feminist vandals...
Feminist vandals are giving this beach body ad the upgrade it deservesCommuters on the London Underground this month were treated to a series of advertisements for U.K. dietary supplement manufacturer Protein World, featuring their “weight loss collection” alongside an ultra-thin woman with the caption: “Are you beach body ready?“ The U.K.’s feminist community was less than receptive to this obvious shaming tactic — and made their voices heard. There are plenty more where the above came from.
This is joy.
Feminist vandals!
April 25, 2015
I like to describe my style of dress as ‘Ah, screw it.’ Edan,...
I like to describe my style of dress as ‘Ah, screw it.’
Edan, such a pleasure getting to spend the last few days w/ you guys at the New Voices Festival.
Ithaca is gorges! (With fellow writer Bill Cheng and Ithaca College professor Chris Holmes. Doesn’t it look like Chris and I asked to take a photo with a famous mystery writer? Bill!)
simonbooks:
nationalbook:
Sometimes our Twitter users mix-up...
Sometimes our Twitter users mix-up the National Basketball Association (#NBA) with the National Book Awards (#NBAwards). That same confusion inspired our first spring fundraiser: The Other NBA, a charity basketball featuring award winning writers.
At St. Francis College in Brooklyn on June 20, you can support the expansion of BookUp, our after-school reading program, to Detroit and Pittsburgh while you watch National Book Award Finalist Jess Walter acclaimed writer and BookUp instructor Mitchell S. Jackson compete against the movers and shakers of the publishing world.
Tickets go on sale soon. Don’t miss out!
This is AWESOME.
April 24, 2015
fantagraphics:
Daniel Clowes will be stoping by Quimby’s...
Daniel Clowes will be stoping by Quimby’s Bookstore on April 30th for a signing of The Complete Eightball!
April 17, 2015
Informal inquiry:
Do you play Magic The Gathering? Settlers of Catan? Risk? D n’ D? Any / all other analogue card games / board games / live role playing games?
If so, do you feel safe in the spaces where you play or buy equipment? Many players who identify as women, trans*, gender nonconforming, or LGBTQIA have faced noninclusive or hostile environments when trying to get their Magic on.
The reason we’re asking is so we can provide a safe space to play games, draft Magic cards, meet new groups of players and just about anything else you can think of if there’s community interest.
We believe in a game space where equitable access, dignity and safety for all individuals and groups is normative!!!
Let us know what you think about this idea!
Also, please share with your magical friends who might be interested!!
powells:
Thanks to everyone who came out for TableTop Day! Here...
Thanks to everyone who came out for TableTop Day! Here are some of the awesome folks pictured above!
Tokaido is by Passport Games:
http://passportgamestudios.com/
4-the-Birds is a current kickstarter from a local designer:
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1142030519/4-the-birds-tabletop-game-a…
March of the Ants is by a local designer:
http://weirdcitygames.com/
Steve Jackson Games did a great job presenting their games at our stores:
http://www.sjgames.com/
And then the folks from CthulhuCon were there, too:
http://cthulhucon.com/cthulhucon-pdx#top
April 11, 2015
outside, the world was breathing; there were cars in the street; and lights turning on in rooms; and...
outside, the world was breathing; there were cars in the street; and lights turning on in rooms; and people falling on each other, trying to understand and figure it all out; and in the oak paneled rooms there were deals being struck and there were oaths being sworn; and everywhere you looked was the fire of life– people being born, people dying– and inside is just us, here in this room, in the space we take, piloting these bodies like lines of force through a tenuous gravity.
April 10, 2015
here’s what I see: corn and tobacco, lush swaths of green country spread over the valley. I...
here’s what I see: corn and tobacco, lush swaths of green country spread over the valley. I see houses and a school and a railway station, and from the mountains a road, racing west to the ocean. I see brick red buildings embanking the village square and all around are Edison’s electric lamps strung on poles or blazing through windows. I see telegraph lines and motorcars, and I see the honest people streaming out into the fields, the streets, see them browning under the naked sky. On this piece of dead earth shall we build our Jerusalem.
we lay down in our windproof shells, propping up our heads on a mound of sand. It was good to be...
we lay down in our windproof shells, propping up our heads on a mound of sand. It was good to be able to stop and have a day between cities. Gabriela slipped out of her gumboots and flexed her toes. It was just starting to rain– soft, crackling– but it didn’t seem like she cared. She was laughing and I heard her re-filling her wine. This was a good idea, she said. I reached for her glass and took a sip. It’s so pretty out here, no one around. I reached for my phone and scooted over next to her and took a picture. Then I turned it around; we looked tired, a little confused. Look over there, she said. I sat up and turned over where she was pointing. It was dark and I coudn’t see. What, what is it? She shushed me and got to her feet. Don’t scare them. Sheila grabbed my phone and turned on the flashlight. Then I saw them; tottering from side to side, stumbling over the rocks. Where did they come from?, I asked. Sheila shrugged. She started edging closer. Where are you going?, I asked. She switched off the light on the phone and motioned for me to follow her. We edged closer, stepping lightly. We were close enough to hear them now, clicking and grunting. There must’ve been dozens of them, shimmying around us. Look how they’re not afraid, Sheila said. She bent down. Don’t touch them, I said. She looked at me. What do you think they’re going to do?
