Welcome to December.
Here’s the recording of the December short story I wrote for the Calendar of Tales, which I made with everyone for the Blackberry Keep Moving project.
(Feel free to put Decembery Music behind it and mash it up with anything you like.)
"There is just something about “I have lost the ability to can” that can’t be captured by “this is so great, it’s driving me crazy” or any variation thereof. Internet language does this all the time. Sometimes “AODEHwhddhwdwebw” is far more eloquent than saying “I’m so overtaken with emotion, I can barely type so I smashed the keyboard with my forehead.” The phrase “right in the feels” may, in fact, express more than “wow, [insert name of most popular BBC show of the day] made me so sad that I felt the pain as one would a physical blow.”
That’s when you know something interesting is happening linguistically. When the new grammatical structures and phrases express something that conventional language simply cannot. Sure, this new grammar-bending, punctuation-erasing, verb-into-noun-turning, key-board-smashing linguistic convention doesn’t dominate the whole Internet. While it is mostly Tumblr that generates this language, let’s remember that there are only virtual borders on the Internet. Users of one social media platform are likely to be users of several and they take the language with them across Internet borders. So language generated on Tumblr is is now becoming Facebook and Twitter language and influencing language everywhere from Buzzfeed to Autostraddle."
- giving gifts stresses me out
- getting gifts stresses me out
- what a bizarre fucking holiday
- there is a tree in my house
Last year saw two major Snow White blockbusters come and go, and neither of them were good. I was obsessed with the badass-looking Snow White and the Huntsman until I actually saw it, and the reviews for Mirror Mirror were so bad that I didn’t even bother — despite the fact that the costumes were by Eiko Ishioka, one of the most talented designers in cinema history. Blancanieves, however, is perfect.
Snow White’s mother dies in childbirth, leaving her father, a paralysed former bullfighter, alone with a predatory nurse — the Evil Stepmother. But rather than growing up to be a flamenco dancer like her mother and grandmother, Snow White becomes a bullfighter. A bullfighter. — Why you need to watch Spanish Snow White movie Blancanieves.
dying to see this
It sounds awesome and it’s on Netflix so I’ll hopefully find a few spare moments for this awesome looking film.
I think even with your excellent editing skills you accidentally said “bad” when you meant “bad ASS”. Also you’re so freakin’ adorable.
I AM NOT ADORABLE
"And, most importantly, how do we disabuse creative people from the idea that they must suffer for their art? The tortured artist is a seductive story, but it destroys everyone that touches it. I love people who make things for a living. How do we change the stories we tell ourselves and one another so that making stuff doesn’t suck the life out of you? I’ve lost friends like this. I don’t want to lose any more."
This is so important. The whole thing is great, but that paragraph struck me like a punch to the gut.
Please tell me I’m not the only one who pictures this whenever they hear about Peter Paul Rubens
This painting will never stop being hilarious.
Someone might be well-versed in social justice issues, may have read all the literature, might be really good at organizing people. Maybe others look up to them, maybe they’re an “expert”. Maybe they’re a social media wizard.
But maybe they’re also condescending. Maybe they’re aggressively self-centred. Fighting the “good fight” does not give anybody a free pass to be a shitty person. Oh, so you can analytically unpack institutionalized racism - clearly that means you can talk down to people who know less than you. OH you understand the nuances and intricacies of mental health issues - please, go ahead and eschew any opportunities for constructive criticism about yourself because everyone else is wrong, and you are always right.
When a poisonous personality bleeds into activism, it is frustrating. There is a difference between anger and hate. Hate is about destruction. Anger is about change. (see: Audre Lorde, Uses of Anger) When one person’s hate is masquerading as anger, it discredits all of us who are really angry. It makes a mockery of those of us who want real, lasting change.
Come here, armed with your anger, ready to do the hard things.
Do not come here, filled with your hate, pretending to be a team player when really you’re only looking out for #1.
Those of you weirdos who frequent my blog - take note. No one but your feet kissing comrades on tumblr will ever take you seriously.
More recommendations: bell hooks - Killing Rage