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Aug. 28th, 2009

windowsill; cafe; people-watching

things I should have linked by now

Climate Camp:


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Feminism links, via various people, but most of them from [info]jacinthsong. Sorry if I've posted any of these before; between IRC, facebook, twitter and here it's sometimes hard to keep track what goes where.

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Random stuff:

May. 1st, 2009

every turn of the wheel is a revolution

today's beautiful things

Stephen Fry's letter to himself: Dearest absurd child
"Yes, you will grow to be a very, very, very, very lucky man who is able to express his nature out loud without fear of hatred or reprisal from any except the most deluded, demented and sad. But that is a small battle won. A whole theatre of war remains. This theatre of war is bigger than the simple issue of being gay, just as the question of love swamps the question of mere sexuality. For alongside sexual politics the entire achievement of the enlightenment (which led inter alia to gay liberation) is under threat like never before. The cruel, hypocritical and loveless hand of religion and absolutism has fallen on the world once more."

Filament Magazine
"A new magazine for women. I felt the world was in desperate need of one with:
  • Intelligent, inspiring articles, and no fashion, celebrity gossip or diets

  • Erotic photography of men based on research about what women think is sexy.
It's hard copy, quarterly and the first issue will be posted out on 1 June.

(Reviewed by Erotica Cover Watch and featuring photography by the talented Ara Maye McBay)

May. 10th, 2008

every turn of the wheel is a revolution

on checking privilege

LJ has had some great writing lately on confronting one's own privilege, particularly in the context of conversation or debate. Here's two that I've bookmarked:

Don't be That Guy by [info]synecdochic, writing in the aftermath of the Open Source Boob Project
Being an ally part 1: listening to anger by [info]sophiaserpentia

The comments on the latter are particularly worthwhile. This, by [info]sammhain struck me as summing it all up pretty well:

"If it's more important for me as a white hetero male to assert how i'm not "like that" than it is for me to shut the fuck up and consider the perspective of someone other than me, then functionally I'd rather have my privilege than work for a more fair society.

This doesn't mean you don't get an opinion if you're part of an oppressive social caste, it just means that you have to take things into consideration that are bigger and more important than your personal comfort when you address them."

The first sentence can be applied to any of us. My version would be, I guess, "If it's more important for me as a white, middle-class, able-bodied, straight-seeming bisexual female to assert how i'm not "like that" than it is for me to shut the fuck up and consider the perspective of someone other than me, then functionally I'd rather have my privilege than work for a more fair society."

I think I might write that out on a post-it note and stick it above my computer. I can think of lots of people I would want to see confront that. Which means, of course, I should start with myself. Easier said than done, but here's to trying.

May. 1st, 2005

citylights; car window

metaquote: [info]commonplacebook

While I'm busy doing frantic last minute writing and editing and cutting and re-writing and deleting and footnoting and formatting and re-rewriting to my thesis, and therefore CLEARLY will not be on livejournal tomorrow, I would like to direct my readers' attention to this rather wonderful little snippet:

[info]commonplacebook (during a discussion about zany NaNoWriMo tactics):

Maybe I'll adapt Chretien in the style of DeLillo:

The knight rode to the castle. It was nice, this, this riding to the castle. Inside the castle smelled of what? He could smell the immutable mysteries, old socks, women's Haines undergarments, all the frangible incense of huge vastnesses beyond him, this castle, this kingdom. Like castles held the religious impulse, held the clatter and echo of blood-rusted swords unavailable now.

He heard King Arthur and the Queen.

What? Arthur said.

I feel so I don't know, she said.

Sir Kay, he's so, you know, brittle.

She said, I feel like I need something else.

I say one thing and he pops off.

I feel like the castle isn't enough, like all the stones can't hold the caroming of this immense desire, this need to feel the blood, you know, the fucking pulse.

I don't know, Arthur said. Are you all right, Guin?

You should be more, what's the word I want, more accommodating to Sir Kay, she said.

Perhaps adapting myth into post-modern Western novelistic prose is my way forward, since I seem to be able to string sentences together with moderate facility (although I'm not a patch on [info]commonplacebook, whom you should all read, incidentally) but can't tell a good story for the life of me. After all, if your sources are Classical, then it's not plagiarism, it's intellectual literary reference.

Apr. 25th, 2005

internal dialectic

a directory of wonderful things

As well as reading about the election and writing about fear, I've spent quite a lot of time today (ah, Sunday afternoons! the bliss!) exploring Boing Boing and coming across some rather fantastic stuff, including an essay entitled "I Shit My Pants": Spontaneous Ancient Literary Structure in Modern Colloquial Speech, and The London Review of Books' Personals Column, which BB.net describes as "funny, steamy ads written by bookish middle-aged Britons looking for a casual shag". Some of my favourites:
Lazy, horny, Luddite flâneur, male, 52, seeks buxom, cheerful, affectionate female with low expectations, who wants to have lots of sex. This idler has a few cultural interests for the moments in between – poetry, art, film and opera amongst them. Down-to-earth, amiable – him, and you. No texts or emails please. Just letters, telephone, human contact. I did say I was a Luddite. Box no. 08/02

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes. Yes. Box no. 08/06

Yes, sir. I can boogie. Man. Academic. 62. Quite possibly gay. Box no. 08/12

Massive-breasted heiress, 38, seeks witty Nobel-awarded intellectual beef-cake gardener-chef-poet with stonking pecs. Like me, you are dynamic, hilarious, serious, ironic, passionate, practical, affectionate, kind, funny, have most of your own legs, and are startled to find yourself still cruising the aisles of the Lurve Bazaar. Unlike me, you don’t exist. Am I right? If so, will consider any M who can make conversation, sense, a living, friends, four cooked meals, hot love and me laugh. Box no. 07/01
I'm half tempted to leave one myself. Watch this space.

I've also discovered the fond and satirical Harry Potter art of [info]wizzart which is quite simply brilliant. Self-styled as "the worst HP art on the internet", remarkably expressive MS Paint cartoons that mock the books, fandom, and themselves. Including the story of how Arthur and Molly ended up with seven children. Genius.

Apr. 22nd, 2005

what's the matter lagerboy?

mrow.

  • You know you're working too hard a Classicist GEEK when you catch yourself reading [info]londonpolybis as "London Polybius". I dread to think.

  • I am required by the laws of humour to pimp [info]secretly_pope, the Very Secret LJ of Pope Benedict XVI.
    [info]libellum: Am Pope! Yay! However, still not Emperor.
    [info]whatifoundthere: Arinze will kill me if I try anything ...
    [info]baranoouji: ... Pervy poor-fancier that he is.
  • 11 600 words. Approximately 8 500 of them actually almost useable. I'm averaging 14 hours' work a day, and it's not going fast enough but considering my deadline that's unsurprising, and although I won't be able to go to the UL as I'd planned tomorrow (I wouldn't have time to write up any of my reading, and am better off editing what I've got) I will actually be able to email something to my supervisor before going to [info]the_lady_lily's celebrations in the evening.


  • Also there will be a [info]yiskah, for which much Yay.

  • As well as no belongings, I have no food in this house. I'm currently living on: sandwiches made from white bread and salt 'n' vinegar crisps, bananas, and tea.

  • Mainly this entry is an excuse to show off my new icon. What's the matter lagerboy, scared you might TASTE SOMETHING?

  • Man, when this thing is handed in, I'm having a really big drink.