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Cold out there. Cold and sunny. I think spring's decided to skip this year.
Here I sit, with my sour stomach and shakey hands and ringing ears, and the day ahead of me. And there's really not a lot to say about yesterday.
I spent the entire day looking for a story for Sirenia Digest #64, and I think I found something called "Random Thoughts Before a Fatal Crash." Today I have to begin making a story from the idea, stone and mortar and what have you.
It could be an awfully prophetic title. I didn't see that yesterday.
I think I might have drawn the cover for the Crimson Alphabet chapbook yesterday.
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Today marks the 100th anniversary of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire. In 1998, I wrote about the fire in The Dreaming #28, "Dreams the Burning Dream." This afternoon, Spooky and I will be ringing a bell at 4:45 p.m. EST, the exact time the first alarm bells were sounded a century ago. I'm a little disheartened that there's no official observance being held in Rhode Island, despite its history of textile mills, etc.
But it's not as if the dead hear bells the living ring. It's not as if the dead hear anything at all.
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Huge thanks to Geoffrey who seems to have secured permission for me to quote Radiohead's "There, There (The Bony King of Nowhere)" in The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. I'm still waiting to hear from R.E.M.'s management.*
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Some unexpectedly good rp in SL last night. I really don't do SL anymore. And, for that matter, I think SL all but destroyed any desire I ever had to rp anywhere. You can only be fucked over so many times before you simply cease to care. Anyway, thank you Blair, because last night was awesome.
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Thanks to all the people who donated to the the Kickstarter project yesterday. We have 12 hours to go, and the project is 207% funded. I'm amazed. I was worried we wouldn't meet our goal, much less meet it more than twice over.
Gonna go write now.
* Actually, I just did.
Here I sit, with my sour stomach and shakey hands and ringing ears, and the day ahead of me. And there's really not a lot to say about yesterday.
I spent the entire day looking for a story for Sirenia Digest #64, and I think I found something called "Random Thoughts Before a Fatal Crash." Today I have to begin making a story from the idea, stone and mortar and what have you.
It could be an awfully prophetic title. I didn't see that yesterday.
I think I might have drawn the cover for the Crimson Alphabet chapbook yesterday.
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Today marks the 100th anniversary of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire. In 1998, I wrote about the fire in The Dreaming #28, "Dreams the Burning Dream." This afternoon, Spooky and I will be ringing a bell at 4:45 p.m. EST, the exact time the first alarm bells were sounded a century ago. I'm a little disheartened that there's no official observance being held in Rhode Island, despite its history of textile mills, etc.
But it's not as if the dead hear bells the living ring. It's not as if the dead hear anything at all.
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Huge thanks to Geoffrey who seems to have secured permission for me to quote Radiohead's "There, There (The Bony King of Nowhere)" in The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. I'm still waiting to hear from R.E.M.'s management.*
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Some unexpectedly good rp in SL last night. I really don't do SL anymore. And, for that matter, I think SL all but destroyed any desire I ever had to rp anywhere. You can only be fucked over so many times before you simply cease to care. Anyway, thank you Blair, because last night was awesome.
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Thanks to all the people who donated to the the Kickstarter project yesterday. We have 12 hours to go, and the project is 207% funded. I'm amazed. I was worried we wouldn't meet our goal, much less meet it more than twice over.
Gonna go write now.
* Actually, I just did.
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Date: 2011-03-25 04:41 pm (UTC)Great. That song was indispensable.
I spent the entire day looking for a story for Sirenia Digest #64, and I think I found something called "Random Thoughts Before a Fatal Crash."
"We are accidents waiting, waiting to happen . . ."
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Date: 2011-03-25 04:55 pm (UTC)That was my take on it (and the look in Aunt Beast's eyes when she talked about how much she wanted to use it). The new issue of Writer's Digest has four lines from a Disney song (Cruella de Vil) in a one page short story and I bet they didn't even think twice or consider asking before they did it. (For multiple reasons.)
The gap between what's legitimate fair use and publishing houses' fear of lawyers is getting more restrictive all the time...
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Date: 2011-03-25 05:09 pm (UTC)The gap between what's legitimate fair use and publishing houses' fear of lawyers is getting more restrictive all the time...
This is all about lawyers finding ways to justify their salaries, and the pressure they exert on spineless editors.
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Date: 2011-03-25 06:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 07:04 pm (UTC)Good show for your assistance to get Radiohead to agree.
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Date: 2011-03-25 07:35 pm (UTC)As far as Penguin is concerned, "fair use" is nonexistent, especially where songs and poems are concerned. Copyright law isn't relevant.
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Date: 2011-03-25 05:07 pm (UTC)"We are accidents waiting, waiting to happen . . ."
It's only a matter of when and where.
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Date: 2011-03-25 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 07:36 pm (UTC)I hope my accident spawns something beautiful.
Wait...your accident?
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Date: 2011-03-25 05:57 pm (UTC)This and this. I was heavily into text roleplay (MUSH and MUD) before SL. Now, I don't give a damn, but I still yearn for it sometimes: the good old days when there were good, sane writers and it wasn't all about what hair you wore to the rp. :-/
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Date: 2011-03-25 06:02 pm (UTC)This and this. I was heavily into text roleplay (MUSH and MUD) before SL.
Though I tried, I could never get into text-based rp. I need a visual interface.
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Date: 2011-03-25 07:07 pm (UTC)Although I am totally with you on chatroom rp, tigging, and journal rp. Those things drive me buggy. Give me a MUSH game any day over those.
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Date: 2011-03-25 07:33 pm (UTC)tigging
Tigging?
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Date: 2011-03-25 07:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 07:36 pm (UTC)Ah. Okay. Then "tigging" ≠ roleplay.
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Date: 2011-03-25 11:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 06:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 06:42 pm (UTC)That is an incredible title.
Now, I just have to find the story.
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Date: 2011-03-25 06:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 07:33 pm (UTC)just hope it isn't covered up in shadows.
i think it's my task to bury it in shadows.
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Date: 2011-03-25 08:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 08:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 06:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 06:44 pm (UTC)Mostly, I'm wondering why you did. What does it matter to me if some hack in Texas "cashes in" on that crap? It's certainly not relevant to my situation (though it does prove various comments I've made).
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Date: 2011-03-25 06:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 07:29 pm (UTC)because, quite frankly, you were the first person i thought of when i read it. the absolute and utter... frustration, given the comments made.
I don't need further examples of what I know to be facts. Though it can't help but discourage. But, yeah, no malice taken.
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Date: 2011-03-25 06:56 pm (UTC)Not like I'm doing anything to milk that cow either, so whatever.
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Date: 2011-03-25 07:30 pm (UTC)You know, I'm not gonna hate on someone milking the cash cow, 'cause god knows that we'd all like to laugh all the way to the bank.
Oh, please. Don't say "hate on." That's so awful. Anyway, I'm not sure what you're referencing. The sad Texas hack? I think she genuinely believes she's a writer. I don't think she's milking. far too deluded.
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Date: 2011-03-25 08:45 pm (UTC)I think she genuinely believes she's a writer.
At 2 million dollars, I reckon she can afford to be deluded into thinking she's anyone she freaking wants to be. Don't get me wrong, it blows that you're working the salt mines without that kind of heavenly remuneration.
Hell I don't know where I'm going with this. Mostly, I just don't feel the need to tear someone down today.
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Date: 2011-03-25 08:53 pm (UTC)Mostly, I just don't feel the need to tear someone down today.
That mood rarely leaves me, especially when the someone is so deserving.
It works this way. Her huge advance leaves less for everyone else, and some of us aren't hacks.
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Date: 2011-03-25 07:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 07:31 pm (UTC)wow, that's the best they could do with the photo shoot? (subject at hand aside)
What photoshoot? People keep losing me today.
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Date: 2011-03-25 06:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 07:32 pm (UTC)Congratulations on nabbing permissions
They are not yet quite nabbed. The process is endless.
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Date: 2011-03-25 08:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 08:51 pm (UTC)Might do it again tonight, if the flood in my driveway doesn't clear up.
I'm available. Just let me know.
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Date: 2011-03-25 08:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-25 11:02 pm (UTC)<- May I quote that and attribute it to you? That's quite beautiful.
Dreaming 28
Date: 2011-03-25 11:43 pm (UTC)At that reading, you read the beginning of chapter five from Silk (Robin), which mentions her masturbatory adventures – an inspired choice, I thought. You didn’t even blink, but I remember thinking that you were undoubtedly thinking, “Note to self: pick another chapter, next time.”
I just read Dreams the Burning Dream again. It’s still as haunting and sad as it was when I first read it, perhaps even more so today, because of today’s significance.
So, I thank you, again, for that wonderful Dreaming story – one of the few items in comics to ever get me misty-eyed.
--cleve
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Date: 2011-03-26 12:55 am (UTC)This could be the chorus of a Pogues song. Or Tom Waits. Whichever, sung drunkenly and gruffly over a sad accordion.
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Date: 2011-03-26 03:37 am (UTC)~L~