Notes Roundup:
Jan. 21st, 2009 03:03 pmThings that have accumulated, over the past few days.:
--12 to 28: Woman's Chronicle of her life, over the course of a year. Pointed out by my dad who met her in Ben's Chili Bowl, a couple of weeks ago.
Diana S. Zimmerman's Kandide and the Secretof the Mists: Book One of the Calabiyau Chronicles. Now, I want to take a minute, here, to talk about How Fucked Upedly Awesome a book with this title has the power to be:
Imagine a race of Faeries, one of whom gains the ability to fold N-Dimensional Space-Time and travel to alternate realities, after a horrible tragedy in which she is broken and her life is shattered. She accidentally transports herself to a new reality and, upon realising what happened, sets off to discover if hers Really is "The Best of All Possible Worlds." With Faeries. Fighting. Sexual tension (young adult, remember?). And Magick.
Would you not buy that book? I would buy that book. I'd buy it for every teenager I knew.
Instead, we have what seems to be a trite exegesis of making sure you remember to love Yourself, for who you are, and knowing that it's what's on the inside that counts. I can't find any indication anywhere that she more than liked the words she was putting together. And I'm not mad, about it. I'm just disappointed. You have to do more than just put the words there, if kids are ever going to latch onto the concepts. It's an okay start But it could have been a great one.
Moving on.
Daniel Lawrence O'Keefe's Stolen Lightning: The Social Theory of Magic. I worry that it's too close to the work I'm doing, and that it was written in 1982. It bothers me, at the same time as it gives me hope.
From Pete: The Floor.
Torche.
They're listed, a lot, as "Stoner Rock," but, then, people say that about Tool, too.
Finally, stolen from
thenowhere: If you follow me on Twitter, and I haven't already had some version of this conversation with you, or Are On Twitter and I don't know it, yet, please answer the following:
1. Who are you?
2. How did you find me?
3. What's your tweeting handle?
4. Do you have any other online presence, like here on LJ?
--12 to 28: Woman's Chronicle of her life, over the course of a year. Pointed out by my dad who met her in Ben's Chili Bowl, a couple of weeks ago.
Diana S. Zimmerman's Kandide and the Secretof the Mists: Book One of the Calabiyau Chronicles. Now, I want to take a minute, here, to talk about How Fucked Upedly Awesome a book with this title has the power to be:
Imagine a race of Faeries, one of whom gains the ability to fold N-Dimensional Space-Time and travel to alternate realities, after a horrible tragedy in which she is broken and her life is shattered. She accidentally transports herself to a new reality and, upon realising what happened, sets off to discover if hers Really is "The Best of All Possible Worlds." With Faeries. Fighting. Sexual tension (young adult, remember?). And Magick.
Would you not buy that book? I would buy that book. I'd buy it for every teenager I knew.
Instead, we have what seems to be a trite exegesis of making sure you remember to love Yourself, for who you are, and knowing that it's what's on the inside that counts. I can't find any indication anywhere that she more than liked the words she was putting together. And I'm not mad, about it. I'm just disappointed. You have to do more than just put the words there, if kids are ever going to latch onto the concepts. It's an okay start But it could have been a great one.
Moving on.
Daniel Lawrence O'Keefe's Stolen Lightning: The Social Theory of Magic. I worry that it's too close to the work I'm doing, and that it was written in 1982. It bothers me, at the same time as it gives me hope.
From Pete: The Floor.
Torche.
They're listed, a lot, as "Stoner Rock," but, then, people say that about Tool, too.
Finally, stolen from
1. Who are you?
2. How did you find me?
3. What's your tweeting handle?
4. Do you have any other online presence, like here on LJ?