In the never-ending attempt to keep my stock of author copies under control, I’m offering up three copies apiece of Voyage of the Basilisk and In the Labyrinth of Drakes. You’ve got about three days left to enter!
Also, I’m still looking for icons! Renewing the call not because I haven’t been offered a good selection, but because I want to give more people a chance to win the two Advance Reader Copies of Within the Sanctuary of Wings. Get your image manipulating on and maybe get a book!
Republicans in Congress just voted to reverse a landmark FCC privacy rule that opens the door for ISPs to sell customer data. Lawmakers provided no credible reason for this being in the interest of Americans, except for vague platitudes about “consumer choice” and “free markets,” as if consumers at the mercy of their local internet monopoly are craving to have their web history quietly sold to marketers and any other third party willing to pay.
The only people who seem to want this are the people who are going to make lots of money from it. (Hint: they work for companies like Comcast, Verizon, and AT&T.) Incidentally, these people and their companies routinely give lots of money to members of Congress.
So here is a list of the lawmakers who voted to betray you, and how much money they received from the telecom industry in their most recent election cycle.
* The article doesn't say they're all Republicans, but I scrolled through the list, and they are.
Click headline for story.
I trimmed some brush around the purple-and-white garden.
The pear tree is blooming. Both goji berry bushes survived the freeze earlier and are putting out leaves. Pink buds are appearing on the redbud trees.
Weather today is chilly and wet, intermittently drizzling.
Toby was convinced that we'd somehow bought expensive dollhouse furniture. I was convinced that what we were going to get was a box with the warranty and some cleaning fluid in it (that's happened before when we bought furniture).
On the way home from dropping documents by our tax lady, we got a notification from FedEx that our shipment had been delivered, so the drive home was a bit tense as we wondered what awaited us.
So what arrived...?
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At first Salem was making scary noises, but after a while he surprised us by coming out and wandering around more or less calmly, even rubbing up against my leg. He still spent most of his time in corners, and I wasn't ready to feed him a hand, but it was quite an improvement.
The picture behind the cut is of Dory. The eyes aren't really two different colors; it just came out that way.
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Sierra, the main character, is a high school artist working on a mural in her Brooklyn neighborhood when she notices that a mural portrait of one of her grandfather's deceased friends has changed its expression, which, creepy and cool! I love this book. I love the rich details of setting and culture, and I love the range of characters, and I love the fast-paced dialogue. And I love Sierra, whose policy about boys is "ignore, ignore, ignore."
The best thing about it is the role older people play in Sierra's life. Her grandfather is disabled from a stroke, but she interacts with many of his contemporaries in the neighborhood, which to me gives a richness you don't find when the teenaged protagonist only hangs out with other teenagers.
There's a sequel, Shadowhouse Fall, out in September. Yay!
An article which details the differences between 'boys' and 'girls' clothes. Spoiler: clothing for girls is less functional and less sturdy. It's also more likely to make the wearers uncomfortable.
The other day I was watching a primary school class run around the local park. In school uniform. Many girls wore shoes that did not seem to be made for running. Also, all of the girls but only some of the boys were running in their blazers.
The result was that girls in blazers and uncomfortable shoes were competing with boys in shirts and comfortable shoes. Guess who runs faster? Guess who takes home the message that they're good at sports? Guess who will find sports uncomfortable?
A female cook and a male cook work on a project together. It's way, way cool. A 'media/news company' ("Insider") makes a short, viral film about the genius guy and briefly mentions his female partner.
This is how women get erased. In this case, very deliberately.
Those chocolate geode eggs are way, way, WAY cool.
What I read
Josh Lanyon, Fair Game (2010) m/m romantic thriller (I guess), following a rec from someone somewhere. It was okay - though I'd fingered one character as at least dodgy and concealing something quite early on - but I'm not inspired particularly to continue reading the series.
Robin Stevens, First Class Murder (2015).
On the go
Simon Brett, The Killing in the Café (2015).
Charlie Fox, This Young Monster (2017): 'hallucinatory celebration of artists who raise hell, transform their bodies, anger their elders and show their audience dark, disturbing things'. I did that somewhat reprehensible thing where one sees something in an indie bookshop that one should be supporting, and then goes away and gets the ebook a) because it's cheaper and b) because Boox We Are Too Menny and I am trying to cut back, not with entire success, on introducing more actual books into the household, at least until I have undertaken the long deferred purge.
Dunno: I am in that state of mind vis a vis reading in which I have a massive tbr pile that includes things that I definitely want to get to, and yet keep getting distracted by other people's recs, thing I picked up in the charity shop, etc.
Oh yes, and had a thought that one of the reasons I did not get on with that Patricia Craig book was that our tastes do not seem to mesh: she either did not read or disliked some of the canonical works of my childhood, and liked things about which I was meh (I never got on with Just William, one would like to think that I already detected the misogyny, but I think it was the style that turned me off in my youth).
just passed over and in addition to the tornado sirens that went off (they
go off for warnings, which means conditions are likely, not necessarily
that one's been spotted), the university sent out an alert on their info
line so everyone got a text AND a phone call.
There's also a lot of cranky parents right now who are getting the alert
because their phones are registered as the main contact but who don't live
in the area.
That setup emerges from the narrative's predecessor, Trade Me. Here, Tina's best friend Maria runs a pseudonymous blog that was begun as a lightweight distraction but has gained some rather heavyweight-intellectual reader-commenters, including someone who signs himself Actual Physicist. Over time, MCL and A. have begun exchanging text-message confidences. Then we see them meet in person for other reasons, with instant enmity on both sides; then, of course, one of the two discovers the link. That's the main line. But it's also a book about multiple trans and queer individuals who form a group but aren't the same and don't all get along, and about being overtly femme with shoes that speak, and about men in technical fields who think they're allies and aren't, and about being a non-traditional undergrad, and about being wrong on the internet....
Whereas Trade feels slightly stitched-together to me (except for Falun Gong, I know every single riff's antecedent well, so the narrative tradeoffs show), Hold manages a self-consistency and balance while juggling so. very. many. complicated elements. ( Read more... )