|December 17th, 2015 12:07 pm - How do you write like---|
So! Hamilton an American Musical.
As usual I'm a day late and a dollar short, but hey, y'all voted for this one, so you're asking for it.
So first off: the music is AMAZING in every possible way, so smart so catchy so emotionally evocative so clever so culturally important so beautiful, and I could look at pictures of the male cast (in costume or out of it) basically forever, and Lin-Manuel Miranda may literally
be too good for this world, and I love what the colorful casting has done to the historical narrative and the way that's been made an integral part of the story through the music and book, and I love the reaction it's gotten and the way it's changing Broadway and people in general's perception of the history. And I legitimately teared up when young Philip tried to show his Dad he was going to be a politician too by rapping for him, I want to live in a world where ability to freestyle is a prereq for political power, we wouldn't be the first country ruled on that basis and there are much worse ways.
Also there needs to be a Doctor/Master vid to 'I'll Be Back'( And then my feelings get more complicated )
I REALLY LOVE THE MUSIC. AND I REALLY LOVE THE CAST. And I love that the fandom exists and is writing tons of nobody-dies modern AUs and second-generation shipping. It's so great! And I'm sure my expectations were too high, even if I do firmly believe that if he tried, Lin-Manuel Miranda could
write a rap about Hamilton being a dork about accounting that would convince me the Federalists were right.
And I'm probably not going to be in the fandom ever. Unless Burr fandom really gets going. Meanwhile I shall keep writing about Grantaire being drunk on stage during the presidential debate and Toussaint being Valjean's campaign manager.
Possibly if I read Chernow and got more of where the show was coming from, I would have different opinions, but a) reading one entire brick for the sake of a musical fandom is enough for this decade, and b) Les Mis fandom on Tumblr has been posting enough excerpts of Chernow's wrong wrong wrong opinions on the French Revolution that I'm not sure I would trust him on the broad political stripes anyway. I do kinda want to finally read the Federalist Papers now though, so there's that.
|February 3rd, 2011 01:44 am - Victorian crossdressing|
I would say the unifying themes of this post, to the extent it has any, are Victoriana, costuming, and crossdressing. Also, Things I Have Scanned. So let's get on it, shall we?( First, people wanted to see the pictures of the 1890s silk dress I was fixing last week, so here they are. )( And while I was scanning those I went ahead and scanned a few other things. )
Meanwhile, I have acquired another supply from my secret-source-of-free-comics-in-return-
for-reviews! And they seemed to fit the theme, so, hey, since I have read them all already,a here are scans and reviews:( ADELE BLANC-SEC by Jacques Tardi. )( The CBLDF 2010 Liberty Annual )( Scarlett Takes Manhattan )( And, okay, the other comics that didn't fit the theme. )
|January 24th, 2011 02:57 pm - I can do five things. Sure.|
1. Ebook piracy: the latest hot topic. I have been staying out of this discussion, mostly because: I have been listening to pirated audiobooks since before I could *read*, since pirated audiobooks meant "check the LP out of the library and copy it on to reel-to-reel tape." I worked through all my moral and ethical questions about the issue by the time I had hit kindergarten
, with the assistance of the fact that *all* of my peers and authority figures did the same things; I had picture books that were photostat copies bound with brads; I had Boxcar Children
books that were bookstore remainders with the covers stripped.
My father was a math and programming teacher in the early 80s; the county-wide department inservice days were the best thing ever, because Dad would come home with 5.25-inch discs holding pirated copies of all the latest Apple II games that all the teachers were trading around under the desks. (True story: I once asked Dad what the "kracker" did in programming, since all the programs we had at home had a "kracked by" credit before the opening screen.) In fact, I have never met a single teacher, at any level, and growing up a TK I've met a lot, who has taught for more than five years and doesn't routinely make illegal copies of things for her classes. When a law is that widely flouted (by pretty much everyone who doesn't directly benefit from its existence, and also often, quietly, by them as well), what you need to do is change the law, not human nature.
Which is to say, I got over this topic two decades ago. Can we move on and stop acting like fainting flowers about it? ^_~
2. Still listening to (pirated) Dresden Files! 3.5 books in have reached Step 10 in the getting-into-a-fandom timeline. Current fic bunnies: A Day In the Life of Father Forthill; 5 Times Harry Dresden Narrowly Avoided Learning About Slash; and Ray Kowalski Dances With The Winter Lady. Also did another meme fill, which was probably obvious to anyone who knows me and is reading over there. However, I've reached the point where I know just enough canon that I no longer feel comfortable writing fic without knowing it all, sigh, so that's stalled, mostly.
Luckily, the anon meme is keeping me in fic for now! Actually I was just thinking that maybe Dresden Files has finally cured me of politics RPF, given the relative numbers of times I've been reloading the two memes, but then Dresden Files fandom decided on its own to adopt Rahm Emanuel as a character, so I suspect I'm just cursed to read politics RPF forever. (Oh, Rahm, oh.)
3. I am almost finished with my mending basket! Which means time to start a brand-new sewing project, maybe! (Or go back to a years-old retired one.) The last thing in the basket was the Madelyn Mack dress I wore at con-txt and ripped the hem out of. It's 100-year-old black silk, so thin it's translucent in sunlight. I have a picture of my grandmother wearing it, c. 1930, in an "Old Hometown" history pageant; I have a picture of her grandmother wearing what might be the same dress, 30 years earlier. I was really, really nervous about attempting to repair a dress that's practically an artifact and such fragile fabric, too - until I actually started the repair.
I am at *least* the fifth person who has attempted to repair the hem of this dress! (And a better seamstress than at least two of them.) That makes me feel a lot better, and, somehow, love the dress a lot more, too. In fact, its value as a historical artifact may not so much be its value as a dress, as it is a record of Edwardian and early-20th-century home clothing repair techniques; this dress wears its scars proudly, and I'm learning things about effective and efficient repair just from studying it that even my mother's generation seems to have forgotten. (I never did get a picture of me wearing it last summer. Maybe once the repair is done I'll attempt a photographic record. Repair being done make take awhile - there is literally six yards of hem around this skirt.)
4. Last Thursday was the first 10 O'clock Live! It was not terrible! It could use some settling-in time, but it was legitimately good. It actually feels like it's kind of halfway between wanting to be the Daily Show and wanting to be something more like W$W - a serious but irreverent real current events magazine. Am looking forward to more.
...and then the next day Keith Olbermann signed off for the last time. D: D: He wasn't always right and he wasn't always good, but he almost always said the things that the American left needed said but was afraid to, and shouted them when they needed shouted, and now who's to do that?
5. I joined inkitout
- the DW community to challenge yourself to keep writing all year - and so far, thanks to Dresden Files, am doing okay. But! This week's support post was to introduce one of your characters, and I was like hooray! I always want to talk about my original characters! Until I tried, and realized I couldn't do it. ( original character wibbling )
|December 13th, 2010 05:02 pm - a wondrous place it is|
I went to a holiday party at chez kyabetsu
& boytoy yesterday - okay, Saturday - okay, it was a full 24 hours of party, don't judge! - and it was brilliant, as parties usually are at their place. As a part of my ongoing quest to be geekier than thou (though winning the math contest at math camp
is still my zenith), I missed out on singing along to The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
on Rock Band in order to sit in the basement and discuss early 20th century technology (for a Top Gear/The Secret Garden crossover fic) with a former curator of the Edison
Like I said, brilliant party. :D I am so lucky to find so many amazing geeky fannish people around me in 3D space as well as you all in the magic box.
On the other hand, I am so, so behind on answering comments in various places. And updating the Dr. Seuss thing, and the lolitics WIP (and have unwisely started another one--) and my yuletide story. And holiday gifting, too, which takes talent considering I buy for less than half a dozen people.Downloads of early sound recordings from the Edison Collection
. Early cylinder recordings -> as always making me want more Madelyn Mack, people! (Specifically the story where she and Irene manipulate Holmes into recording himself on violin that I started last year about this time.) But I have so much other stuff I need to do first.
And once Yuletide is over I have to decide what I am writing for the Top Gear Big Bang I signed up for: finishing the Doctor Who crossover of doom like I originally intended (which is looking at more like 10^6 words than 10^5); the prequel to the Doctor Who crossover, set during The Sontaran Stratagem, in which many things are set on fire; or the Secret Garden crossover where young James, c. 1909, is sent to live at a glass factory in Yorkshire with an old friend of his Mum's, and discovers first the spoilt hypochondriac son of the family, and then Richard the street kid with his amazing motorbike, and then a rusty, neglected old Daimler hidden away in a secret garage that they proceed to fix up together. I should do one of the first two, but Dickensian steampunky Secret Garden crossover! It is calling me! Even if the research involved would be ridiculous.
...this post is very random. To continue the randomness, why did nobody tell me, back when I was desperately looking for a good mp3 of The Green Hills of Earth
that Rhysling had "borrowed" the original from a Russian cosmonauts' song
? Heinlein would be annoyed. :P
Those of you who are also in lolitics fandom can probably guess what led to me discovering that. Those of you who aren't probably don't want to know. And are wondering when I will go back to writing fic about something other than middle-aged British men.
But to finish a post that seems to be themed around "random music and fannishness", everybody should go listen to nextian
's Ballad of the Lone Centurion
. (I support the interpretation where it's some kind of sovereignty myth; hidden sleepers and lone guardians usually are, in British myth. Also I really want to draw that cartoon now where Horton
and the elephant-bird go to visit Rory and reassure him "There is the Long Watch, and then longer watches; but oh is it worth it when she finally hatches!" I should probably actually watch The Big Bang
Oh and speaking of sovereignty symbols: Whoever on my reading list is watching the Mad Hattery
blog and got it onto my network page, I salute you. Ruefully. :P It is at least partly your fault I am so behind.ETA
: I knew I was forgetting something! Per a conversation with lindentreeisle
at the party, I am going to attempt a proper fanlore page for the D/s AU shared universe
- does anybody have any advice, or links to stories in the 'verse that aren't on AO3 that I should know about?
ETA2: OMG, the Library of Congress has a ton of old sheet music online
, how did I not know this?
|November 20th, 2010 01:12 am - Yuletide letter appendices|
...shut up, appendices are totally not going overboard.( A Mobile Phone from 1912 )( Years of all Halloween full moons from the start of the Gregorian calendar to the 22nd century. )
...and now I feel like this post belongs as a missing chapter of Areas of My Expertise
. A theme, I has one.
And since Bucketeers and Hodgman are feeling left out, here is an mp3 that will do for both: Jonathan Coulton sings Furry Old Lobster
|October 5th, 2010 09:56 pm - HAPPY BIRTHDAY STELLAR_DUST!|
Now that my laptop is mostly working and I have free hard drive space, I can do things like digitize more 33 RPMs again! hooray
So I have digitized some 33 RPMs. :D This post is a birthday present for my sister, who has said I should do some of these, but the rest of you are welcome to share them too.( Man On The Moon/CBS Enterprises/Narrated by Walter Cronkite + Sounds of the Space Age/National Geographic/Frank Borman/1969 )( The In Sound from Way Out: Electronic Pop Music of the Future created by Perrey-Kingsley )
...and finally, this isn't a 33 RPM rip, it's a .zip file that contains both of Nichelle Nichols' vocal albums. Because stellar_dust
once gave me a giant mp3 torrent/archive that had "all the albums ever put out by Star Trek people", and it didn't include these
, which was a crime on several levels. And so I found them, and have been meaning to share them more widely for some time.
The .zip includes Down to Earth
, produced in 1967, which is a collection of Ms. Nichols singing '60s lounge/pop/standards, and is unsurprisingly really very good
if you like lounge/pop/standards (which I do. Why didn't they have *her* be the TNG holodeck crooner?) It also includes Out of This World
, a later album of original songs themed around space and Star Trek, and is (perhaps surprisingly?) really bad
. I mean, worse that Shatner's albums. Her voice is still excellent, but the songs they gave her to sing are cringingly bad; the music direction somehow even managed to screw up her vocal cover of the TOS theme.Uhura.zip
(...also there will be cakes later. Under lock.)
|September 20th, 2010 06:11 pm - Notes & queries|
I've just come back from my second family reunion in seven days, so it seems like it's the time of year when genealogy-type stuff happens.( Thus, genealogy stuff under cut; feel free to ignore. )
|February 22nd, 2010 03:08 pm - Wulf and Eadwacer|
So, a long, long time ago, before I had an online journal or interacted with fandom in any way, back before Wikipedia ruled the internets, I used to post on Everything2, which is a wikipedia competitor with a very different structure, ethos, and culture. (As much as I do like the Wiki system, I wish more sites used an E2 framework instead - I think it would've worked really well for fanlore, for ex., with its emphasis on multiple voices and automatic flow.)
Anyway, one of the things I posted there, over eight years ago (!!!), was an attempted translation of the Old English poem Wulf and Eadwacer
into poetic Modern English. I'm no Anglo-Saxon scholar, but I go through phases of reading lots of early English poetry and poking at the language, so it may be a bad translation, but I like the poem, and I like my version better than any of the other translations I've found, and I have nothing at all staked on it being a good translation, so critique it all you want. (I am, oddly, very fragile when it comes to criticism of my fiction - I can get scared into writing nothing for months even by *effusively good* feedback - but have a very thick skin about my poetry - say whatever you want about it, it won't change what the poem means to me.)
So there's this translation, that's been sitting pretty much ignored on a website that's been slowly dwindling in readership, until shanaqui
with her riddles on poetry
inspired me to look it up again and repost my Wulf and Eadwacer
And what should I discover but that someone has quoted my translation in an academic paper
, as far as I can tell from Google pretty much in full, and published it in the journal "Language and Literature" only this month.
I am trying to articulate why this pisses me off so much. Given that I generally approve of fair use and quotation and derivative/transformative work with or without permission, and am pretty radically anti-intellectual-property in general, and strongly support acafandom in using internet postings in published papers, I ought to just be happy that somebody (somebody who I rather admire as a writer and scholar
) has noticed my un-expert little translation and thought it worth talking about.
But, well, what pisses me off? Is that the journal's publisher wants 25 dollars from me in exchange for the privilege of looking for only 24 hours at the article about my work that they published without even notifying me.( <I>That</i> pisses me the hell off (pardon my Anglo-Saxon. And Old French.) Cue rant. )
Short version: if Transformative Works and Cultures
was pay-only, I would be a lot less
supportive of it, that's for darn sure.
(I tend to think that fanacademia, even beyond TWC, tends to be fairly good about freely sharing info - even when papers are published behind pay-only, it's been fairly easy for me to get copies for free - but that might be because accumulated fanmeta rep has gotten *me* inside several locked walls of access that I don't even see any more.)
(Also, said fan network has already gotten me a copy of the paper about Wulf and Eadwacer that discusses me. I am now officially recorded in the ongoing conversation of Western Thought as "Melannen, a kind of 'groupie' for wit and wisdom" --- I'll take it! Could be worse. Also, my e2 post is "not exactly post-structural exegesis," but rather "a crude recommendation" to "make the empty room exciting with your own furnishings". Hmm, you know, I don't have any titles on my DW journal pages yet... :D But seriously folks, it's a reasonably good paper which is doing pretty much the same thing I tried to do in my e2 post but better - the quotes are actually a compliment, because I'm the only one of six translators - including Burton Raffel
- he actually discusses at any length whatsoever. Even if he is baffled by the internets and the way learnings happen there. And he got the date of publication of the E2 entry wrong by five years somehow. And altered my translation in a fairly significant way without, apparently, noticing.)
...er. Speaking of the value of a public domain, last weekend I was at Farpoint
- my first ever sci-fi con! - and spent most of the time trying to pretend it was con.txt, which meant hanging around the do-it-yourself panel rooms and figuring out how to talk about fanfic in them without outright admitting I'm a fanfic writer. (Panels I either gave or attended: Writing SF Erotica, DIY Social, SF Worldbuilding, Webcomics 101, Sex and SciFi, Not Everyone's a Pro, Copyright/Copywrong, Convention Sales for Creative Types, and Sherlock Holmes. I want to talk more about the con later, but this post is going to be long enough already.)
One of the coolest ones I attended was ( The Copyright, Copywrong panel, which was recorded and is available as a podcast. )
...anyway it also features me as "person in audience who wouldn't stop talking". Hear! Me attempt to talk to Marc Okrand without getting squee all over him! Hear! Me slip slash discussion in under the radar by casually mentioning the OTW without explaining what it is! Hear! Me get scolded for talking too much and not letting other people participate! Hear! Me completely fail to mention Interrobang Studios
, which is ostensibly why I was at the con!
(and for the record, if I was not so lazy I would officially put all of my work under a creative commons share-alike license
, the share-alike being most important and the attribution being least.)
Current Mood:: amused
|April 21st, 2009 09:23 pm - This is your Leverage moment for today.|
Smithsonian Magazine has a section called "The Image At Hand", where they publish a short article about an iconic historic photograph, usually a portrait, and print the photograph, frequently with full bleed. Since college, I've been tearing these out when they strike a chord with me, and putting them into an ever-changing collage in a poster frame in my bedroom.
(It currently features black-and-white photos of Winston Churchill, Zorah Neale Hurston, Charles Darwin, one of the the Cottingly Fairies shots, Helena Petrovna Blavatsky, and Ladybird Johnson dancing barefoot on the cabinet table.)
Anyway, this months had this picture of Bonnie Parker
, of Bonnie & Clyde. Which I of course pulled out, for future rotation into the collage.
Only while it was laying on the table, I looked at it way to fast, and for a minute I thought it was Parker
, not Bonnie Parker. Bonnie was storter, but other than that, she could totally pass for Parker!
Cool. Even though Bonnie was about as far as it's possible to get from "expert cat burglar".
(And then, of course, I ended up looking up Eliot Ness on wikipedia...)
|January 11th, 2009 10:55 pm - Photos post|
Part two of copying my sister's post: photo update.
I haven't taken many for awhile, because my camera is only partly working. And the bits that seem to be really going bad (as opposed to just needing to be smacked around a bit to behave) are the lighting adjustment and the flash, so a lot of these needed a fair amound of futzing after I got them on the computer, and are still slightly pink, but they came out suprisingly okay for all that.
Also, I decided to play with Flickr as my host: I've had an account for years, because it's the default on LT, and doing it through my webspace has gotten substantially more annoying since they made it impossible to see directory indexes on the web. So you can see all these pictures at my flickr account
, with slightly different descriptions and more image sizes.( Colonial Williamsburg, cute puppies and kitties, and Native American sites in Ohio. )
The reason I decided I want to go see the mounds again was that I was going to continue my yuletide story
by having Jane and Lambert (of the College of Magics books) autocamping down the National Road and visiting moundbuilder/Fort Ancient religious sites along the way, learning about how Native Americans did their own sort of magic within North, South, East, and West. But as usual I got distracted by the fun of doing the historical research and only got the first bit of the story written. I bought a book at Hopewell Culture National Park, though, Mysteries of the Hopewell: Astronomers, Geometers, and Magicians
, which should be excellently helpful if I ever *do* write the story about European magic meets the Moundbuilders.
|October 25th, 2008 08:05 pm - Things Which Are Amazingly Awesome (update)|
So today at the sale, I got to talk to the lady who knew the lady who was married to the guy who owned the awesome thing
, and she says that it was bought about twenty or thirty years ago while he was in Suez for the Navy, and it's over two hundred years old. (She has a really cute assistance dog, too.)
I'll buy about half of what she told me (it may have been bought somewhere in the Near East by someone who was told that it was over 200 years old) but I don't believe it could actually be that old; it's not *that* cool, and the textiles used really say 20th century to me. But this adds another level of possibility: instead of being made by an American who didn't know much about Egypt, it may have been made by an Egyptian to sell to Americans who don't know much about Egypt. Though that still leaves the question of why it was being sold, in the '70s, in a very aged condition. (If it is close to two hundred years old, it would pre-date Champollion, which would at least excuse the symbology being off and explain why there are apparently random heiroglyphs scattered around. Though I find it hard to believe it would be even as accurate as it is in that case.)
...more hearteningly, I now have an e-mail address for the actual lady it was donated by, so maybe I can get a more direct version of the story.
|October 24th, 2008 08:42 pm - Things which are amazingly awesome (pt 1)|
So tommorow is our church's big fall rummage sale, so I came home today to help Mom set up and price, and in the big pile of STUFF THAT WAS DONATED was this:
It is not it great shape - some of the fabric is deteriorated and some of the dyes have run as they faded - but it is *old* - my conservative guess would be 1940s - and over five feet long, all hand-appliqued on heavy canvas - and did I mention it is made of pure awesome? (Possibly quite literally.)
All I know about it is that it belonged to the deceased husband of a friend of a woman who knows someone at our church.
Here's a close-up of Horus so you can see the stitchwork: link
. (And a huge version of the whole thing: link
, know anyone who needs a hanging for a Horus altar? :D
(I would like to at least figure out who the other two figures reresent - they're not anything I know offhand - and get a better idea of the age and origin - and maybe figure out how to attempt to properly conserve it. I've gotten ratty old quilts before, but they were all obviously used hard when they were new and intended for it, so I was fine with continuting to use them as ratty old textiles. This one, however, is *awesome*.)
|August 14th, 2008 09:00 pm - why I keep making_light on my blogroll|
So I got linked to The Ball of Kerrimuir, fandom edition1
, which led by logical steps to Avram Grumer's Denvention sketchnotes2
, which of course led me to Raiders of the Lost Basement3
, which referenced Ah, Sweet Idiocy!4
, which took me along the primrose path to Mike Resnick's overview of published fan histories
, which has me once again wanting to actually work on codifying the history of 21st century fanficdom into something narrative-like and zine-ish5
. With lots and lots of cross-references to kerfuffles in fandoms of the past, for maximum schadenfreude. 6
What do you think -- too soon?
Anyway, there was this meme going around about your five fannish crushes, and why they would never work? Here's mine! Only, bonus: I don't give you the names of the characters, you have to *guess*! (It's made easier by the fact that there are at least three correct answers to each of these...)( The sad part is, I considered putting things like 'is an evil megalomaniac' and 'anatomically incompatible' on here, then thought, no, if he was willing I could totally work around that. )1. "Agent Scully she was there / Standin’ on her head / Provin’ tae a’ the boys an’ girls / Her hair is really red." - alas, the contributions by the Making Light commenters aren't really up to their usual standard. This is not the first time I have been tempted to write up a "Scansion for the completely deaf idiot" guide. (The Master could help with the rhythm!) It's not that hard, folks.
2. I want to get good enough at sketching to do sketch-notes. I have a couple of pre-photography "sketch your vacation" how-to guides, I just haven't *read* them yet.
Also, I really, really want to get to a Worldcon. Because, Worldcon. Anybody up for a roadtrip to Quebec next summer?...
3. The first thing that's going on my new wishlist once Librarything gets collections!!! will be The Book of Lies. Well, no, the first-first thing will be The Book of the Damned. *Then* The Book of Lies. Also, why have I never attempted automatic writing? This seems like the sort of thing I would have tried. Maybe ten-years-ago me and I can work on that, too.
4. At some point, I swear, I will make it to a library that has full Merry's Museum archives on microfilm and write up Algebra for fandom_wank. Algebra *needs* to be on fandom_wank.
5. By the way, I'm totally going to be working on that psi-fi space opera thingy again for NaNo this year. Because I want to write it, dammit, and I've never really stopped thinking about it since two years ago. So, yeah. Space opera, dammit! Novel-ish-thing!
6. So, a part of me wants to say that a modern fandom history needs to be hypertext web-2.0 with hyperlinks and community authorship and stuff. Another part of me, though, really likes reading long memoirs and historical recreations. I think there really is a need for history-qua-history - a wiki is never going to be more than primary sources once removed; I want my story told with analysis and correlation and storycraft and blatant personal bias; good old dead-white-guy methods, yo!
|February 13th, 2008 09:03 pm - you never forget your first|
I am reading through the free e-book PDF of Writing Boldly
, an account of the early days of Star Trek 'zine fandom. Here, have some interesting facts from it!
- Things I thought originated in LJ fandom but actually pre-date ST:
- The term "fannish", which was used in the first ST 'zine so must have dated back to SF fandom.
- Tickyboxes. I quote:
A tradition that Spockanalia carried over from sf fanzines, and which carried over to subsequent Star Trek fanzines, was the check-off list on the last page. The list's introduction stated, "You are receiving Spockanalia because...." A number of possibilities followed. On my issue, the editor checked: "You are in Spock Shock," "We admire you," and "You are totally illogical."
- Actor RPF. Okay, I knew this had been around from early days, because "Visit to a Weird Planet Revisted" was in one of the New Voyages anthologies, but I didn't realize that "Visit to a Weird Planet" was actually in the first ST 'zine ever (Spockanalia issue 3, while the show was still on the air. Lois McMaster's first published fic was also in that 'zine, btw.)
- Stupid summary/author's notes from Mary Sue writers aren't an ff.net phenomenon; they actually *predate* the term "Mary Sue": from NCC-1701, 1973:"When I began writing my Star Trek series, I added a character to the crew of the Enterprise. This character is Janine Daniels, an eighteen-year-old with long brown hair—and green eyes. This is how she comes to the Enterprise." (Writing Boldly also contains the full text of the story that originated the term Mary-Sue, from Dec. '73)
- Ni Var was a Vulcan poetic form that showed up in the first Spockanalia issue, and was apparently used frequently in early Trek fandom, in which one is of two minds about something. The first Ni Var poem is reprinted, and man, it's excellent, as fanpoetry goes, and as poetic forms go, perfect for writing fanpoetry. Given I'm a sucker for Vulcan poetry anyway (ask me about Surak's Last Stave sometime) I wanna write me some Ni Var.
- Grup 1, the first all-adult ST 'zine, had a naked Spock centerfold.
- "Pon Farr means never having to say you're sorry", the subtitle of one of the earliest fanfic meta essays (summary: Why We Write Spock Sex) needs to become a fannish catchphrase again. /me is totally still working on a Ponn Farr story.
- The name Michelle Malkin makes me feel icky even when I'm 99% sure the early 'zine editor was not *that* Michelle Malkin. (Although it would be awesome if it was.)
- Why don't we have SMOFs anymore?
- Jacqueline Lichtenberg's Kraith AU, based around the concept that Kirk and Spock are soulbonded but not having sex, started around 1970, has had several hundred people write in it, and is still being written in, which means that it's been ongoing for almost 40 years. Eat that, M7 fans!
- Damn, I had no idea how many current big-name pros got their starts in Trek 'zines.
...and I'm up to 1975, "A Fragment Out of Time", and slash, and I promised myself when I got to slash I'd stop reading and go do something useful. :P Like OTW work. But man, I'm regretting that I didn't pick up that free copy of Bjo Trimble's memoir at BookThing when I had a chance. I wonder if it's still there...
(Mind you, my reason for not picking it up is that I still haven't even read my copy of "Star Trek Lives", which I should do, only that'd mean digging into the ST book boxes, and that'd mean nothing else getting done for a week, minimum, while I re-read all my old favorites with modern-fandom context.)
ETA: Crossover fanfic in which Dr. Stephen T. Colbert, astrophysicist, comes to Atlantis and then sets up Dr. McKay with his BFF Jon Stewart: y/y/mfy?
Current Mood:: gloomy
Current Music:: Elvis Costello - Everyday I Write The Book
|October 23rd, 2007 09:54 pm - Stuff.|
Fandoms you should never, ever get confused with each other:
MASH and Supernatural.
('Ah, it's the famous Winchester stamina,' he says, and I blink.)
I bet Sam and Dean totally have a Great-Uncle Charles up in New England somewhere that Dad never talks about except they went there that once when the thunderbird ripped Sam's leg open all the way down and Uncle Charles sighed and moaned and wrinkled his nose a lot, and then fixed it.
Two things I wouldn't care about at all if it weren't for certain people on my flist:
The Red Sox are going to the Series! wOOt!!
(I wonder if I'll have my multifandom Baseball AUs recs set ready to post for the start of Game One tomorrow?)
Ronnie O'Sullivan lost! Waaaah!!
(I wonder if anyone ever has written a snooker AU. --Lust Over Pendle totally doesn't count, no matter how sexy Neville was bent over a table with a cue.)
Gilgamesh the king of Uruk invented a ball game once, according to the Sumerian story "Bilgames and the Underworld". He cut down a possessed tree to make a bed for Inanna, and with the leftover wood made the equipment for the game. Then the game became so popular among the young men that the women they were ignoring got angry and kicked the equipment into the netherworld, so Gilgamesh's manly life partner Enkidu volunteered to go down and get it back, but Enkidu didn't follow instructions and got stuck down there, and Gilgamesh had to make a deal to let him hitchhike along with the sun-chariot the next day to get him back to the light.
To which I have several reactions:
1. Man, the Gilgamesh stories were much cooler before somebody went and turned them into a tragic epic.
2. So very, very manly.
3. What is this game? How was it played? HOW CAN I PUT IT IN MY NANO?
4. When (and where) on Earth did Gilgamesh meet up with Hunahpu? And which of them was more gay?(Has anyone investigated similarities between Old Sumerian and Quiche?)
Current Music:: stairway to heaven
|September 14th, 2007 10:32 pm - The chain of events that led to this is probably pretty clear.|
Why do modern striptease dancers usually start their shows already three-quarters naked? I mean, sure, Dita von Teese
moves like an ancient fertility goddess (I'm totally figuring out a way to put a striptease scene in my NaNo,) but compared to, say, Gypsy Rose Lee
or Georgia Sothern
or even Dixie Evans
, she's mostly finished by the time she starts.
Not that I have any objection to sparkly corsets. Mmm. Sparkly corsets.
...but, but, what's the point of striptease if there's no mystery? I love the long gowns and the diaphanous skirts and the little flashes of leg, the bare wrist that seems like the sexiest thing ever when it's all you're allowed to look at, the elegant girl on the town who lets you see just a bit more than is proper, and just a bit more, and she could stop - any minute - if she wanted to - but maybe she doesn't want to!
Whoever did the cinematography on this vid
understood that, but they put in most of the mystery with the camera angles. It's lingerie fetish as much as it's classic striptease. Even when she starts out in a long gown
, she steps out of it right off instead of teasing properly like they did in the old days. I'd just as soon watch her be plain old naked ---
(She does naked really well.)
And no, I'm not just bitter that I could probably do a tolerable Gypsy Rose but there's no way I could pull off what Dita does. :P And I'm also not bitter that there's so little video footage of the classic-era girls, no not me.
Georgia Sothern was 11 when she started stripping professionally. I'm not sure how I feel about that, except that this video
could probably get you in trouble with lj.
Current Music:: Girdles Aweigh
|August 9th, 2007 01:45 pm - A Fandom Newsreel?|
Courtesy of narahtbbs on lj, a 1941 fanvid of "Triumph of the Will
":Dance, Hitler, Dance!
And people think fanvids started with the VCR. (From the the British National Archives
, if, like my mom, you don't believe it's real.)
ETA: Looking for clips of the original on YouTube. It's fascinating how the vid gets put up officially and linked all over, but I see German youtubers posting Triumph of the Will (which is, after all, of *unquestionable* historical and artistic merit) with "I DO NOT SUPPORT THESE OPINIONS SO THIS IS LEGAL" disclaimers all over the place, in hopes they'll avoid the anti-Nazi laws in germany. Ah, Freedom of Opinion and Expression, such fun we have together.
Current Music:: Lambeth Walk
|November 13th, 2006 10:24 pm - The Game of Naughts and Crosses|
I've reached that point in my annual NaNo odyssey where I'm so far behind that I grin, throw my hands in the air, and write random crackfic instead. (I am still working on it, mind you, which is an improvement over this time previous years, it's just going very slowly and all I seem to manage are 500-word cookies that wouldn't make any sense to anyone but me. Also I'm still sick - does that count as an excuse?)
Anyway, this particular crackfic has been brewing ... well, possibly since the first time I ever heard "Snoopy's Christmas Carol" and fell in love with those (doomed)daring young men in their flying machines, but what what brought it on particularly was a combination of my amazement that nobody else appeared to have done this yet, and siegeofangels
posting her giant and marvelous SGA songrecficsetthing
on Armistice Day of all days, so she can take credit if she wants.
All historical and otherwise inaccuracy is to be officially blamed on the documented unreliability
of Canadian aces' reports. :P (Also, this is not really so much historical-fic as it is Aerial Combat Adventure Stories for Boys fic.)Fandom
: The Game of Naughts and Crosses
Gen, AU, violence, McKay&Sheppard, ~1500 wordsSummary
Major Meredith McKay (VC), the famous WWI flying ace, writes a letter home to his sister, on the occasion of having their first American pilot attached to the squadron. (He's an idiot.)( September 1917, somewhere in France )
Current Music:: how you gonna keep 'em down on the farm
Current Mood:: quixotic