(Or some of them, anyway. I can never make a definitive list!)
- Spontaneous by Aaron Starmer. Teenagers in a small town start going boom. I reviewed it here.
- Galaxy Love by Gerald Stern. The latest collection of poems by Stern, steeped in memory and history, personal and otherwise.
- Surpassing Certainty: What My Twenties Taught Me by Janet Mock. The second memoir by Mock talks about love, marriage, aspirations, and navigating the big city as a trans black woman.
- Not Otherwise Specified by Hannah Moskowitz. A young woman in recovery for an eating disorder makes a new friend while struggling with her dreams of dancing.
- Tuva or Bust!: Richard Feynman’s Last Journey by Ralph Leighton. The true story of a famous physicist’s wish to visit the country of Tannu Tuva.
- Otherbound by Corinne Duyvis. Two people bound by their subconscious, linked across two worlds, are drawn into each other’s lives. I reviewed it here.
- Star-Crossed by Barbara Dee. A delightful middle grade novel about a girl discovering she’s bi, the girl she has a crush on, and a near-disastrous staging of Romeo and Juliet.
A list for myself but really for anyone who wants it:
- Give up on media that bores you, or aggravates you. Stop listening to music that doesn’t excite you. Drop any book that doesn’t have a good hook or an interesting build-up. Don’t watch a TV series if it does nothing for you after a few episodes.
- Write something once in a while that isn’t for a school assignment. Maybe it’s fiction, or creative non-fiction, or an article, or just a list of things (meta!). Don’t force it. Don’t try to do it every day. But, sometimes, write.
- Allow yourself the freedom of saying, “I don’t know what that is, but I’d like to learn”, and variations on it. Be okay with admitting that you don’t know everything.
- Experiment with computer languages you’ve never worked with before: R, Ruby, Rust, et cetera. Think about computer programming for apps and mobile devices. Think about SQL applications and the millions of ways Python can be put into Excel. Maybe brush up on your HTML/CSS?
- Go see a movie at an actual movie theater.
- See music being performed live, whether it’s a band on stage or a talent show at the local library or someone playing guitar at an open air market.
- Don’t worry so much. Seriously, you don’t need to worry as much as you do right now. Everything will be okay.
Because it’s the end of a loooong holiday weekend, I don’t really want to work on stuff that’s due soon, and I’ve just discovered/rediscovered the late great Curtis Mayfield.
Five Laws of Library Science, blue and green. Image by rochelle hartman at Flickr.
Some scattered thoughts about access to cultural institutions and GLAM (gallery, library, archive, museum) spaces that have been rattling around in my head for about a month, mostly questions.
When we say access, what kinds of access are we addressing? What kind of barriers to access are we focused on?
Intellectual access: Specifically as barriers, such as illiteracy, active illiteracy, untreated intellectual disorders, under-educated/poorly educated. Are our instructional staff reaching out and teaching these crucial skills? Are our tools and visual guides too hard to read for people who are low reading levels or for whom English is not their native language?
Physical access: Is this something that is in compliance with ADA/disability guidelines, but also impoverished areas that don’t have GLAM spaces, or places that aren’t easily reachable by public transit and aren’t part of anyone’s homebound route or bookmobile route? Can people get inside the building easily, and once inside, can they navigate around and access materials and exhibits without requesting aid?
I’ll make this sweet and short: I’m here, I’m queer, I’m just trying to get a degree in library science by 2018.
Also, hi, I’m bi!
I hope everyone is enjoying the Disassembly Required story so far (and if you need a refresher or haven’t started it yet, you can start with part one here), because I’ve finally written the fourth installment! This week, at least one question gets answered, Beatriz remains awkward, and I find new ways to remember that she’s holding a dang skillet one-handed the entire time.
Disassembly Required, part 4. Prompts used: mist, motorcycle, emerald, bar.
When she opened her eyes, Beatriz thought she was somewhere else. She no longer saw her own car, but the parking lot was now filled with other vehicles. The fog had lifted, revealing a cloudless blue sky. She could hear music and conversation in the distance.
Has the machine worked after all?
She turned and saw Frank’s Dining, well-lit and alive with activity. Figures moved behind the neon-framed glass. The jukebox must have been working, because strains of an old rock and roll song drifted out every time the front doors opened.
Beatriz made a complete circle of the packed lot. She was grateful that she still held on to the kitchen skillet she’d stolen.
“Allen? Are you here?”
Listen, between moving into a new dorm, summer classes ending, and um, (gestures vaguely at the world), all of this, I haven’t had time to properly plot out the next installments of Disassembly Required. So y’all are getting some goofy Game Grumps fanfiction instead. Hey, it’s not as bad as you might think!
Grump Quest (1/?). In which there is a fairly generic RPG setting, Arin has a wand, Dan has a sword, Barry is God, and some goofy good podcast boys show up even though it’s not an Adventure Zone crossover.
Prompts used: “Did you see that?” and a harpsichord. Content warning: as per any Game Grumps episode, there is a lot of cursing (mainly from Arin).
“Did you see that?” Dan waved his sword vaguely at “that”. “Wow, man!”
He turned just in time to see his partner get the shit knocked out of him. A cascade of earth swirled across the air and smacked a small cloaked figure from the sky. It landed in a heap at Dan’s feet. The heap quickly popped upright, and sorted out its crumbled cloak and pointy wizard hat before scowling at Dan. A huge slash across his face was quickly healing itself with green and blue sparks.
“What the fuck, Dan? I thought you said this dungeon was easy?” Arin waved his wand at Dan’s towering figure. The gesture would have been more threatening if it wasn’t a gold bedazzled star on top of a stick.
I honestly think we all need a pick-up after what’s been going on this week (and it’s only Tuesday? Geez-us.) and pretty much the entire year so far. So here are some of my favorite videos that I’ve watched recently (and yes, there is a bit of a theme!).
I hope y’all find some measure of enjoyment from them, and don’t forget to take care of yourself tonight and every night. Love you all! I mean it!
Note: most of the videos have some NSFW audio aside from the first (unless your workplace really hates the historical usage of the word ‘bastard’, in which case yeah, it’s almost all NSFW audio).
Hey, here’s the latest part in Disassembly Required, my newest story for Wednesday Briefs, the weekly flash fiction challenge! In the previous part, which you can read here, our good ladies Beatriz and Allen were in a creepy diner, exploring the kitchen, when the lights went out. Will they find the light? Will Allen get her tuna sandwich? Is Beatriz allergic to capers? At least one of these questions will be answered, maybe, kind of, in this latest installment. I hope you like it!
Disassembly Required, part 3/?. Prompts used: weird machine.
Beatriz stepped forward, into the darkness. She reached out for a physical anchor, a counter or a cutting board, or even the fabric of Allen’s jacket sleeve, but found nothing. Her eyes registered nothing but black.
“Allen?” As soon as she spoke, Beatriz knew she would not be heard. The oppressive lack of light seemed to swallow up her words the second they left her lips, swaddled them up and muted them for good.
Another step. She hit something with her hip. Maybe a corner, but she didn’t know of what. Beatriz involuntarily screwed her face up to stop from shouting at the sharp pain now shooting through her leg. At least the thump of her body making contact seemed to travel outward, because it was answered with a quiet “Beatriz?” from the other side of the darkness.