Stephen Graham Jones's Blog, page 114
May 21, 2021
Best Reads from Lately
50 Things Every AI Working with Humans Should Know – Uncanny Magazine
Carpenter, Jennifer (The Exorcism of Emily Rose)
The unique problems facing Native American youths in the criminal justice system.
https://www.theguardian.com/science/2021/may/05/archaeologists-uncover-oldest-human-burial-in-africa
https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HitlersTimeTravelExemptionAct
May 17, 2021
Memorial Ride Sampler
May 12, 2021
Signed Books
Boulder Bookstore’s now carrying all my backstock they can get their hands on, and I’ll be swinging by now and then to scratch my name in them, and maybe yours too:
https://www.boulderbookstore.net/signed-stephen-graham-jones-books…
Birdlandia
This being just ridiculous stuff I stumble onto on Twitter, and kind of want to save . . . but probably not enough to actually bookmark them:
i saw the best minds of my generation get 3.37 stars on goodreads
— Alexandra Tanner (@alex___tanner) May 7, 2021
Did a tick write this tweet https://t.co/3BMskIYDKI
— dj fuck (@eggshellfriend) May 11, 2021
…Bloopers from THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS. It's so cool to see actors of their caliber enjoy themselves. No pressure at
May 8, 2021
Memorial Ride
Memorial Ride is a high-speed, ragtag chase across the American Southwest. Cooper Town, an American Indian soldier, has returned from the Middle East to attend his father’s funeral, make some quick cash off his father’s old Harley, and spend a whirlwind weekend with his girlfriend, Sheri Mun. However, when Coop runs afoul of the violent John Wayne gang, he and Sheri Mun have no choice but to twist the throttle back on that storied chopper and make tracks. In the spirit o
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/End new construction zone
Which is to say: all those Pages I had to turn into Posts, that automatically feed into this space (four of them, I think), this should be the end of that. Unless, of course, I find some more that the new theme doesn’t play nice with. And, hopefully-hopefully I adjusted all the sluglines/URLs such that previous links still link . . .
construction…
Wait for Night
Where this story happens is a place along the creek I pedal past about every day. For a long while last summer there was a crew doing stuff there, so they kind of became part of . . . I don’t know: they became possible, if that makes sense. I started wondering what they might be digging up. And who they were. And then I remembered a big field of blown-down trees I got lost in on the reservation one November, and how all these upturned root pans were enough for me, they were all I neede…
