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troisoiseaux ([personal profile] troisoiseaux) wrote2025-08-14 05:37 pm
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Murderland - Caroline Fraser

Finished Caroline Fraser's Murderland: Crime and Bloodlust in the Time of Serial Killers, and my main reaction is: huh. "Official" (i.e., major news publications') reviews for this book have tended to focus on Fraser's theory that childhood exposure to industrial pollution (specifically, lead poisoning) contributed to, if not caused, the prevalence of serial killers in the 1970s-80s,* and that certainly is a thread that she pulls throughout the book, but a more accurate subtitle might have been something like Ways to Die in the Pacific Northwest in the 1960s-80s: serial killers, car accidents on Seattle's ridiculously deadly Murrow/Mercer Island Bridge,** lung cancer from working at or living near smelters spewing lead, arsenic, and cadmium, the eruption of Mount Saint Helens, that one time Fraser's childhood neighbor's house blew up. It almost feels like she took a bunch of essays, chopped them up, and shuffled the snippets together like a deck of cards— her experience of growing up on Mercer Island with an abusive Christian Scientist father is another thread, as is the Guggenheim family, the Sacklers of smelting. (Specifically, Fraser points to their company's industrial pollution in Tacoma, WA, as an explanation for the truly bizarre number of serial killers with ties to the area.) Fraser weaves in politics and pop culture (Dune, Star Trek, Twin Peaks) as well, but the bulk of the book is a truly relentless parade of the horrors that Ted Bundy and his ilk inflicted almost exclusively upon women and girls. So, yeah! There was a lot going on here!

* Not just in the U.S., either: Fraser points out that "by the 2000s, the counties of South and West Yorkshire" - areas with a history of lead mining and smelting - "have ties to at least eight serial killers, more than any other area of the U.K." She even ties in Jack the Ripper and the smog of 19th century London ("burn bituminous coal and you breathe its impurities: arsenic, mercury, and trace metals, such as lead").

** It had a reversible lane system and a "bulge" apparently designed to make it just that much easier to drive straight off the bridge??
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rachelmanija ([personal profile] rachelmanija) wrote2025-08-14 10:30 am

Hominids, by Robert Sawyer



A Neanderthal from an alternate universe where Homo Sapiens went extinct and Neanderthals lived into the present day is sucked into our world due to an experiment gone wrong. The book follows his interactions with humans in one storyline, and the repercussions in Neanderthal World in another.

I picked up this book because I like Neanderthals and alternate dimensions that aren't about relatively recent history (ie, not about "What if Nazis won WWII?"). The parts of the book that are actually about Neanderthal World are really fun. It's a genuinely different society, where men and women live separately for the most part, surveillance by implanted computers prevents most crime, mammoths and other large mammals did not go extinct, there are back scratching posts in homes, they wear special eating gloves rather than using utensils or eating barehanded, etc. This was all great.

The problem with this book was everything not directly about Neanderthal society. Bizarrely, this included almost the entire plotline on Neanderthal World, which consisted of a murder investigation and trial of the missing Neanderthal's male partner (what we would call his husband or lover), which was mostly tedious and ensured that we see very little of Neanderthal society. The Neanderthal interactions on our world were fun, but the non-Neanderthal parts were painful. There is a very graphic, on-page stranger rape of the main female character, solely so she can realize that Neanderthal dude is not like human men. There's two sequels, which I will not read.

It got some pretty entertaining reviews:

"☆☆☆☆☆1 out of 5 stars.
No. JUST NO.
I am sorry, but the premise of inherently and innately peaceful cultures with more advanced technology than conflict-driven cultures is patently absurd. Read Alistair Reynolds' Century Rain for an examination of how technological advancement depends on strife: necessity is the mother of invention, and the greatest necessity of all is fighting for survival. I will not be lectured for my male homosapien hubris by a creature that would never have gotten past the late neolithic in technology."

Hominids won a Hugo! Here are the other nominees.

1st place: Hominids by Robert J. Sawyer (Canadian)
2nd place: Kiln People by David Brin (American)
3rd place: Bones of the Earth by Michael Swanwick (American)
4th place: The Scar by China Miéville (British)
5th place: The Years of Rice and Salt by Kim Stanley Robinson (American)

Amazingly, I have read or attempted to read all of them. My ratings:

1st place: Bones of the Earth by Michael Swanwick (American)
2nd place: The Scar by China Miéville (British).
3rd place: The Years of Rice and Salt by Kim Stanley Robinson (American)
4th place: Hominids by Robert J. Sawyer (Canadian)
5th place: Kiln People by David Brin (American)

If I'd voted, it would be very close between Bones of the Earth and The Scar, both of which I loved. I made a valiant attempt at The Years of Rice and Salt. Like all of KSR's books, I'm sure it's quite good but not for me. I know I read Kiln People but recall literally nothing about it, so I'll give Hominids a place above it for having some nice Neanderthal stuff.

The actual ballot is a complete embarrassment.
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Muccamukk ([personal profile] muccamukk) wrote2025-08-14 10:11 am

WorldCon has Loaded (ISH)

They seem to have fixed the technical issues (*knocks on wood, scratches a stay, turns around three times*) and I have gone to several panels! Both a virtual one of Nigerian authors and a filmed one of an in-person panel.

ETA: Both 10:30 panels I want to see either not streaming or not with sound.

ETA2: Caught the back half of one 10:30 panel (idk if the other one ever worked), and the sound was back for most of the noon panel, though it dropped out completely ten minutes from the end. Folks attending have been amazing with posting running notes to the discord, linking to works mentioned by the panellists.
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nocowardsoul ([personal profile] nocowardsoul) wrote2025-08-14 09:11 am
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Aforementioned M*A*S*H fanfic

Mail Call Once Again (1717 words) by nocowardsoul
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: MASH (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce & Charles Emerson Winchester III, B. J. Hunnicutt & Sherman Potter
Characters: B. J. Hunnicutt, Sherman Potter, Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce, Charles Emerson Winchester III
Summary:

BJ gets an upsetting letter from home and rebuffs Hawkeye's attempt at comfort, so Hawkeye takes an interest in Charles' reading material.

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Redbird ([personal profile] redbird) wrote2025-08-14 10:13 am

Thursday books

I read a bunch while I was in Montreal, then got home and couldn't find my notes on what I'd read, so this is sketchier than it should have been.

The Tainted Cup, by Robert Jackson Bennett: this is both a fantasy and a mystery novel, and I think worked well as both. The world-building is interesting and unusual, with hints of a lot more than the narrator has reason to mention in telling this story. The mystery is twisty and full of questions about people's motivations. Definitely recommended. Based on some discussion on Discord, I'm glad to know there's a sequel, but not racing to read it.

Jellyfish Have No Ears, by Adèle Rosenfeld, is a novel told by a woman who has been hard of hearing since childhood, and is now losing the remains of her hearing, and trying to decide whether to get a cochlear implant. At least two of the characters are figments of the narrator's imagination. Interesting, but it felt like the story stopped too soon. I think I grabbed this for the "book in translation" square on my Boston library summer reading bingo card.

The Adventure of the Demonic Ox, by Lois McMaster Bujold: a new Penric and Desdemona fantasy novella. I liked it, but there's enough ongoing plot arc that I wouldn't start here.

The World Walk, by Tom Turcich: Memoir, by someone who decided at 17 that he wanted to walk around the world, and starts on the journey after finishing college. He has the advantage of a supportive family, and he also mentions some of the ways that the trip is easier for him because he's American. The travelogue is mostly about people, even when he's also talking about the sky from the Atacama Desert, or the interesting foods he eats while traveling. His planned route isn't literally around the world on foot, but he meant to walk on all seven continents. Instead, the section on Asia and Australia is foreshadowed by the celebration of New Year's Day 2020. Overall, an upbeat book. despite that, health issues, and encounters with hostile police and other officials.

So You Want to Be a Wizard, by Diane Duane: reread of a young adult fantasy novel. picked up from Emmet's bookshelf after I ran out of things I wanted to read on my kindle. I enjoyed rereading it.

I'm now partway through John Wiswell's Wearing the Lion, a retelling of the Heracles legend, because I had it on my kindle (shared by [personal profile] cattitude) and needed something for the flight home from Montreal on Tuesday. The characterization is oddly flat, for a first-person narrative.
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倩 ([personal profile] qian) wrote2025-08-14 08:13 pm
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Watch my brother's film!

I posted about watching my brother's first feature-length film Hungry Ghost Diner (2023) under access lock, but then found out it's available in the US/UK on Apple TV and Prime Video. I feel like my DW network has quite the concentration of people interested in c-ent, so thought I'd post publicly to draw some attention to it!

Hungry Ghost Diner is a supernatural family drama/comedy about a food truck operator, Bonnie, who has a difficult relationship with her dad, and has to balik kampung/go back to small-town Perak, where her dad runs a kopitiam/coffeehouse, when her uncle dies. Her dad is closing down the coffeehouse; it's Hungry Ghost Month and there are lots of ghosts about, and family issues that need resolution ... It's unusual among the c-ent you might have watched before in that it's Malaysian, so features multiple languages -- I think Cantonese gets the most screen-time, but Mandarin, Hakka, Hokkien, English and Malay are also spoken.

I am obviously not remotely objective, but having just finished watching it yesterday, I thought it was good and if anything I felt one might enjoy it even more if one was not related to the director lolol. It got a positive critical reception in Malaysia when it came out a couple of years ago and has won awards at film festivals, and you can see why. It's beautifully shot, quirkily scored, and very Malaysian -- the charm of the accumulated details of (Chinese) small-town Malaysia is impossible to resist if you have any connection to such places, and probably still hard to resist if you don't know Malaysia personally. I thought the cast all delivered strong performances. I was particularly taken with the lead's sweet maternal uncle (played by an actor who sadly died suddenly not too long after the film was released). The lead was impressive, too: she played the main character with directness and sincerity.

And the film's such a heartfelt homage to Malaysian Chinese culture, from the beverages ads in Bonnie's dad's kopitiam to the Potehi glove puppet performances (I found these very interesting, I'd never seen them before). I think it's a film that would interest anyone who follows me on DW, or has read my books, or is generally interested in world cinema!
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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2025-08-13 11:27 pm

I'm the left hand ticking on the timeless clock

Otherwise mostly what goes on around here is capitalism, errands, and interacting with doctors: the usual. Wishing I could vaporize people with the power of my brain.

I had missed this article on the photographs of Louis and Antoinette Thuillier, who memorialized on glass negatives, with a view camera in the improvised studio of their farmyard, thousands on thousands of soldiers and laborers from around the literal world passing through Vignacourt on their way to the British lines of the First World War. It started as a business; it became memory-work, ghost-work. They cannibalized their own windows rather than erase an exposure, the last and perhaps only record of the men who had marched on to the Somme. I was not surprised to read that they took no more photographs after the war, that the husband shot himself, that the wife did not destroy the collection but left it in the farmhouse's attic for history to deal with, too close to the epicenter herself. If I had ever seen any of their images, I had not known the story. The article makes much of the immediacy and casualness of their pictures, of which this one makes a shock of a calling card because only their uniforms and the tin hat one of them isn't wearing tell the time: their expressions aren't a century old. Time is plastic stuff. Don't even ask how long a decade ago feels.

I was in the car tonight at the right time to hear a live-in-studio set from local rockers JVK, reprising three-fifths of their debut EP Hello, Again (2022) for WERS. I get to feel slightly ahead of the curve discovering Tristwch y Fenywod at the start of this year, but I had not encountered Cerys Hafana's "Child Owlet" (2024), which without altering the ballad becomes in their telling a witch song.

The mango lassi pie from Petsi does not actually much resemble the experience of a mango lassi, but since it is constructed along the principle of a key lime pie except with mango, I love it.
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cofax7 ([personal profile] cofax7) wrote2025-08-13 07:33 pm
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Just Finished:. Gifts by Ursula LeGuin, the first of the Annals of the Western Shore. A re-read, but it had been probably 15 years since I first read it, so it was good to visit again. Such creativity, such a wonderful voice, such marvelous characters, even if so much of the content is grim (as it involves using supernatural gifts for power and violence). Good stuff.

Now reading: Voices, the 2nd of the Annals. And The Black Sheep by Georgette Heyer, on audio. This one is remarkably charming and I am definitely enjoying it.

Up next: The Scarlet Pimpernel, for book club (on audio from Librivox), and Powers, the finale of the Annals of the Western Shore.

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Today I was in a meeting with many people from around the organization, strategizing on how to spend $100M, and there were 10 people on the call and I was the only woman. Joy.

I had takeout Thai on Sunday when I hosted two friends, and ended up with a small container of leftover peanut sauce. So tonight I mixed it with extra olive oil, garlic, rice vinegar, and peanut butter, and stretched it enough to make it into salad dressing. Very tasty! I recommend.

In a few minutes I have to get up and make a tray of dessert for the division summer BBQ on Friday. I think I shall probably make these.

Work is entirely out of control. Apparently I could ask for OT for some of this work but I just cannot bring myself to do any more than I have the time to do in a 40-hour week. And if not enough gets done, well, that's just not my problem.
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sartorias ([personal profile] sartorias) wrote2025-08-13 06:50 pm
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Evelina again

I don't know how many times I've read this, but as my book group is meeting Saturday, I dug it back out of the box and have been rereading it. The influence on Jane Austen is clearer with each reread. Astonishing that it was considered so genteel at the time, with all the thoughtless animal cruelty as well as abuse of the characters set up as comic villains.

The hero and heroine are dull as ditchwater, of course; she is unswerving in her maidenly modesty (and beauty) and purity, and he remains at a distance, regarded by all as a cynosure, and ever ready to rescue her though they scarcely have an actual conversation. But there's too much delicacy to actually get to know one another as people; she has to know that he's a gentleman, and he has to know her virtue before the wedding bells can ring.

The fun is in the secondary characters in all their vulgarity, and in the minute descriptions of life in London in the 1770s.

I'm halfway through, maybe more to come.
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flemmings ([personal profile] flemmings) wrote2025-08-13 06:36 pm
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Bro comes by for a visit in the sweaty muggy achy morning, since he still patronizes a barber in the 'hood. Cottage is on the market but he is not sanguine about it selling, given the way markets are now.  It didn't sell before the pandemic when things were ever so much better. One can still hope. But since he was here he opened my unbudging cold brew coffee cap for me,  so that was a win.

Wind picked up in the afternoon and blew away most of the mug. Temps stayed under 30C/ 86F and thus were pleasant, whereas this morning's 25/ 77 felt 10C hotter. Also I had another sleepless night last night, threw in the towel at 6 a.m., and have felt lousy all day in consequence.

Finished Return to Dragon Mountain, another Charles Finch, and a couple of George Bellairs on the tablet. Am still reading Terra Nostra until I get to the library, but wonder how I never registered how very very much of it is about the building of the Escorial. Varied by dipping into Walpole and, inevitably, more rereading of Murderbot. One-eyed insomnia reading is still Emma and Emma is so very much justifying Austen's characterisation of her as unlikable. I gather one mustn't call her a snob because that had another meaning back then (IIRC it was lower class people trying to cultivate their betters and scorning the base degrees from which they sprung/ not knowing their place/ sort of?) but from the viewpoint of a society not so caste-ridden as Emma's, Emma is a snob. All these will be put on hold once I get to the library.
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Muccamukk ([personal profile] muccamukk) wrote2025-08-13 01:34 pm

WorldCon 404 Not Found

So technical issues have taken out the Seattle WorldCon streaming platform, all recorded panels didn't get recorded, and no streaming panels are currently being broadcast. (Apparently some of the earlier streams happened? I missed them.)

The first half a day just got wiped out.

So glad they committed to expanding the virtual experience due to people not being able to attend for Politics reasons. It's off to a flying start.

ETA: It did start working about half way through the fourth panel slot.

ETA2: Panel slot five has video but not sound.

ETA3: No audible sound on the Martha Wells q&a. Giving up for the day.
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Redbird ([personal profile] redbird) wrote2025-08-13 01:49 pm
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home

I came home yesterday afternoon, and spent yesterday enjoying the air conditioning and catching up on some PT that requires equipment I didn't take with me to Montreal, like a foam roller.

I woke up in time to get outside before it got too hot; conveniently, Adrian came back from a walk when I was about ready to leave, and decided to come to the store with me. I enjoyed the company, and two people can carry more groceries than one, so we now have a small watermelon, a box of lettuce, blueberries, tahini, blackberry jam, and non-dairy ice cream.

[personal profile] cattitude and I played Scrabble yesterday, and I've been doing other ordinary things like combing the long-haired cat and taking out recycling.

It's hot outside today (still), but the kitchen was cool enough at noon for me to make oatmeal for lunch. Adrian made a frittata when we got back from the store this morning, for tonight's supper.
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rachelmanija ([personal profile] rachelmanija) wrote2025-08-13 10:36 am

The Journey, by Joyce Carol Thomas



This is one of the most unusual books I've ever read. And if you've been reading my reviews for a while, you know what a strong statement that is. Here's the buries-the-lede back cover:

The town's teenagers are dying. One by one they are mysteriously disappearing but Meggie Alexander refuses to wait in fear. She and her boyfriend Matthew decide to get to the bottom of all the strange goings-on. And they discover a horrible secret.

Now someone is stalking them - but who? There's only one thing that can save Meggie now - the stories a tarantula told her as a baby.


Bet you weren't expecting that, huh?

This was a Scholastic novel from 1988. I'd seen other Thomas novels in that period but never read them, because they all looked like depressing historicals about the black experience - the one I recall seeing specifically was Touched by Fire. I sure never saw this one. I found it in the used children's section of The Last Bookstore in downtown LA.

Any description of this book won't truly convey the experience of reading it, but I'll give it a shot. It starts with a prologue in omniscient POV, largely from the POV of a talking tarantula visiting Meggie soon after she's born, chatting and spinning webs that tell stories to her:

"I get so sick and tired of common folk trying to put their nobody feet on my queenly head. Me? I was present in the first world. Furthermore," the spider boasted, squinting her crooked eyes, "I come from a looooong line of royalty and famous people. Millions of years ago I saw the first rainbow. I ruled as the Egyptian historical arachnid. I'm somebody."

As I transcribe that, it occurs to me that she shares some DNA with The Last Unicorn's butterfly.

The prologue ends when Meggie's mother spots the spider and tries to kill her, believing her daughter is in danger. Chapter one opens when Meggie is fifteen. Briefly, it feels like a YA novel about being black and young in (then)-modern America, and it kind of is that, except for the very heightened writing style, including the dialogue. Thomas is a poet and not trying to write in a naturalistic manner. It's often gorgeous:

She ended [the sermon] with these resounding words falling quiet as small sprinklings of nutmeg whispering into a bowl of whipping cream.

The milieu Meggie lives in is lived-in and sharply and beautifully drawn, skipping from a barbershop where customers complain about women preaching to a quick sketch of a neighborhood woman trying to make her poor house beautiful and not noticing that its real beauty lies in her children to Meggie's exquisitely evoked joy in running. And then Meggie finds the HEADLESS CORPSE of one of her classmates! We check in on a trio of terrible neighbors plotting to do something evil to the town's teenagers! The local spiders are concerned!

This book has the prose one would expect to find in a novel written by a poet about being a black teenager in America, except it's also about headless corpses and spider guardians. It is a trip and a half.

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I am so glad that Thomas wrote this amazingly weird novel, and that someone at the bookshop bought it, and that I just happened to come in while it was on the shelf. It's like Adrian Tchaikovsky collaborated with Angela Johnson and Lois Duncan. There has never been anything like it, and there never will be again. Someone ought to reprint it.
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seawasp ([personal profile] seawasp) wrote2025-08-13 09:37 am

SFWA and the Anti-AI Training Lawsuit

The SFWA (Science Fiction Writers of America) has announced that they are participating in a class-action lawsuit against Anthropic AI, which used an absolute metric shitton of authors' books to train its AI. While it's been ruled in one case that these actions don't, technically, constitute copying the book (because the training doesn't leave actual copies of the trained books, only of the  responses to having been trained on it, in short), it HAS been ruled that just grabbing copyrighted material and using it for a commercial purpose (such as training your commercial AI) is not a fair use. 

Anthropic AI is currently valued at around 150-160 billion dollars, just as a note. This is not a small company. 

From my point of view, it's absolutely open and shut: did they make use of copyrighted works to make a commercial product? Yes. Did they know they were doing so? Yes. Did they know they SHOULD pay for the rights to make use of those works? Yes. They simply concluded that it would be expensive, so they grabbed archives of pirated copies. 

The penalties for this should be substantial. This isn't like someone just downloading a book to read, in which case the most you could argue is that they owe you the purchase price for the copy they made. This is taking people's copyrighted work to use to make a commercial product that you intend to profit from. Conceptually this is no different than making a movie or other derivative work from the copyrighted material. The movie may differ drastically from the book -- it may in the worst case have little but names to show the connection. Even so, the moviemaker HAS to have paid the author for the rights to make the movie using their book. 

Note that there is no argument in this case that Anthropic did not, in fact, make use of these works. It's admitted that they did. 

But if "not retaining a copy, just the impressions" is good enough, then why can't I go and publish a Lord of the Rings fanfic? If I put the book away and don't look at it while writing, I'm just using my own impressions from the book to write the fanfic. Better yet, there's a lot of books I've only read once; if Anthropic's allowed this argument, then I should be able to freely use anything I remember from any book I've ever read. 

To an extent, of course, we DO do that -- we're influenced by everything we read, inspired or angered by it. But we also are expected to make a conscious effort to not merely TAKE the intellectual property. Since current AIs are incapable of "conscious effort", and by their nature literally do not RECALL the sources of their training (part of Anthropic and others' defense against accusations of 'copying'), the responsibility for such conscious effort devolves upon Anthropic and their personnel. 

Thus, it would be my contention that Anthropic currently owes every author whose work was used for this training, first a licensing fee -- negotiated appropriately for current and anticipated valuation of their business -- and second, a penalty fee for having DELIBERATELY chosen to try to avoid doing the legally obvious and required licensing. 

I would think that a minimum for that would be a thousand dollars per book infringed for licensing, and five hundred for being deliberately sneaky about it. That's a lowball figure -- note that even an OPTION to use someone's book for a movie -- not even an actual rights assignment -- is usually in the thousand-plus range. In this case it's not just an option -- they DID use the intellectual property. 

The other reason it has to be a significant number is that everyone is aware that the various IP industries are very much interested in eventually using AI to supplement or even replace human creators. If that's the goal, well, those of us who'll be being used to TEACH our replacements deserve a hell of a salary, so to speak. 

I hope this suit goes forward well. 



 
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sabotabby ([personal profile] sabotabby) wrote2025-08-13 08:22 am
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Reading Wednesday

Just finished: Inventing the Renaissance: The Myth of a Golden Age by Ada Palmer. I went to art school semi-on-purpose. Which is to say I always loved art, loved drawing, but was it my passion? Who knows what a 13-year-old's passion is? I was nerdier about other things. But I was bullied in grade school and wanted only to get away from my tormentors when I finally graduated, and so I auditioned for the art school as an escape. I was good at drawing, good enough that they plucked me out of my boring town and away from everyone I hated. There I had teachers who truly were passionate about art, and art history, and I fell in love with not just the paintings and sculpture and architecture but the stories and personalities behind them. We scrimped and saved so that I could go on the school trip to Italy and there I got to see the art, and fall in love with Florence in particular, and walk in the footsteps of Michelangelo and Leonardo and Machiavelli and Lorenzo the Magnificent and it was the most incredible thing to happen to me in my life thus far.

So anyway reading this book was like reliving that, only—as Ada Palmer says throughout the book—"Ever-So-Much-But-More-So." Because there is more history than I knew, or learned since, more stories, more people, about 100 pages of footnotes, and it's contested history, histories complicated by someone who loves this era even more than I do. Despite the book's heft, it's a very fast read. Also I cried a l'il. Fight me. But read it.

Currently reading: Signal to Noise by Silvia Moreno-Garcia. This is a re-read of my favourite SM-G book For Reasons and my God, Meche is even worse than I remembered. I love her. Ahaha. What a nightmare child.
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JinkyO ([personal profile] jinkyo) wrote2025-08-13 12:57 am
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Past Forward - Vidshow Playlist

illustration of old style televisions, bracket by film reel with text "Past Forward, a VidUKon 2025 vidshow"




A showcase of fanvids, tributes, and edits that fuse past and present to create fresh perspectives on familiar sources. Presented at VidUKon 2025

The idea for this vidshow - a curated selection of fan created videos- came after watching a songvid for a 50 year old TV show. With great skill, eye, and ear, the vidder transformed this very familiar footage into visuals that were fresh and exciting. My goal was to find more vids like that!




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