Tuesday Quick Notes
One last bit of birthday fun:
We were at Fenton's, a local ice cream parlor that trades heavily in nostalgia.
Nostalgia is big these days, as can be seen by the re-issues of "classic" toys from Fisher Price. The record player, sadly, is a digital reimagining and not an actual record player/music box. There's no needle on the stylus and it doesn't matter whether or not the record even turns—placing them on the player just signals a stored recording to begin playing. Boo!
It's Election Day today and I'm really most interested in seeing whether middle-class moralists will succeed in assigning a regressive tax on poor communities of color in the name of the anti-corporate left. Between this and the "Avert your eyes, Negro! A flower of white womanhood walks down your streets on this day!" video, this sort of moralistic do-gooderism seems to be making a comeback. I chalk it up to the failure of Occupy and the NGO-industrial complex regaining the initiative among a layer of activists. Soon we'll even see the billionaires involved.
Speaking of the Bay and Occupy politics, a special Elsa Hermens guest-edited Oakland-themed and issue of The Big Click is now live. We opened a third slot for my own short story "Bad Day at Black Bloc" and please check out the other stories too. Buy the issue, subscribe, etc.!
In other news, The Horror Fiction Review gave The Nickronomicon a nice preview-review, writing in part:
By the time you get to the finale, in “On the Occasion of My Retirement,” your brain will have been worked and stretched like silly putty until it's all nice and supple, ready to bend in every weird way. And that's good, because you'll need it that way. (Scroll all the way down to the last item.)
Finally, I liked this post on class and writing from Australia. Check it out.
We were at Fenton's, a local ice cream parlor that trades heavily in nostalgia.
Nostalgia is big these days, as can be seen by the re-issues of "classic" toys from Fisher Price. The record player, sadly, is a digital reimagining and not an actual record player/music box. There's no needle on the stylus and it doesn't matter whether or not the record even turns—placing them on the player just signals a stored recording to begin playing. Boo!
It's Election Day today and I'm really most interested in seeing whether middle-class moralists will succeed in assigning a regressive tax on poor communities of color in the name of the anti-corporate left. Between this and the "Avert your eyes, Negro! A flower of white womanhood walks down your streets on this day!" video, this sort of moralistic do-gooderism seems to be making a comeback. I chalk it up to the failure of Occupy and the NGO-industrial complex regaining the initiative among a layer of activists. Soon we'll even see the billionaires involved.
Speaking of the Bay and Occupy politics, a special Elsa Hermens guest-edited Oakland-themed and issue of The Big Click is now live. We opened a third slot for my own short story "Bad Day at Black Bloc" and please check out the other stories too. Buy the issue, subscribe, etc.!
In other news, The Horror Fiction Review gave The Nickronomicon a nice preview-review, writing in part:
By the time you get to the finale, in “On the Occasion of My Retirement,” your brain will have been worked and stretched like silly putty until it's all nice and supple, ready to bend in every weird way. And that's good, because you'll need it that way. (Scroll all the way down to the last item.)
Finally, I liked this post on class and writing from Australia. Check it out.
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