storyrainthejournal: (colette'shandw/cat)
I have been pretty spotty on the social media webnet of inters recently. The constant stream of outrage model of Facebook or Twitter engagement was burning me out like an old-tech bulb. With smoke wisping out of my ears. Meanwhile, it's hard enough getting fiction written with a dayjob--even harder when I wake up at 3am with visions of going all Ripley with a flamethrower on some lying, abusive, fascist jerkwad bullies who are taking over our government intent on dismantling everything it does that is good or protective or forward thinking, in the service of more money for the already too fucking wealthy.

So, recalibrating.

What I've decided is that it's everyone's personal responsibility to stay informed and be aware of the outrages being perpetrated daily (which has been the case since well before this egregous uptick in awfulness, btw), to be aware that things perpetrated by these lying fucks are already impacting the lives of people and other animals in serious, injurious, and life-threatening ways. Further to that, here are a couple of links to resources for staying informed, if you don't already:
Going forward, while I will be making calls, writing postcards, and going to marches, and will surely still sometimes post things political, my focus when doing so will be on positive things--calls to action, amazing things women, queer folk, PoC, and others are doing. Otherwise, there will be joy on my FB, Twitter, etc., (Tumblr, my happy place), stuff about what I love: books, movies, art, whimsy, rain, beauty, cats, animals, music, the funny.

I can't let those horrible people take up so much real estate in my brain and imagination, I need it for better, much more attractive, things. Given the state of my lungs and other health issies...I just don't want to waste my beautiful mind on them. And, as it says in this nice little op-ed piece from Arianna Huffington, "The goal of any true resistance is to affect outcomes, not just to vent. And the only way to affect outcomes and thrive in our lives, is to find the eye in the hurricane, and act from that place of inner strength."
storyrainthejournal: (clockwatch)
The Germans who put Hitler in office had reasons, too. Anyone who can't see what a vote for Trump equals gets no sympathy from me. The Nazi parallel is clear & announced here. It's not hiding. Mass suffering, dead children, violence, rape, horror upon horror, that's what Trump stands for.

If you abstain from voting or vote third party this election, whatever your reason, you are standing by and watching in silence while the horror machine ratchets up. This is not hyperbole. If you care about anybody who is a woman, a person of color, disabled, LBGT, muslim or jewish, ffs vote, and vote for Hillary.

This is not a fucking drill, people.
storyrainthejournal: (catscream)
No, it's not what the American people want.

Also this:

And this:

And this:

When ideologies become as calcified, as cocooned and as extremist as those galvanizing the GOP, the American system of government cannot work. But I fear this nullification of the last two elections is a deliberate attempt to ensure that the American system of government as we have known it cannot work. It cannot, must not work, in the mindset of these radicals, because they simply do not accept the legitimacy of a President and Congress of the opposing party.

The fact that they get paid while people will go hungry, children are denied cancer care, and many many people suffer, is absolutely unacceptable.  The far right running the GOP are as fanatical and fundamentalist and dangerous, in their way, as any terrorists in the world.
storyrainthejournal: (fable)
Rachel Maddow, yay! She has some important things to say, well stated, from around 14.00 to the end. Math and science (Nate Silver!) facts, reality--please republicans and conservatives, come out of your bubble.

This is one amazing planet we're on.

Two more things of reading. I posted about this story on FB & tweeted, but lest you missed it, A.M. Dellamonica's "Wild Things," up at, is a lovely, wild, weirdling ride of a love story.

The sequel to Laini Taylor's beautiful book Daughter of Smoke & Bone is now out; I went to hear her read from Days of Blood & Starlight last night at Book People, and it promises to be every bit as deep and wondrous a book. Highly recommended.
storyrainthejournal: (utopia)
Joss distills the essence of the issue:

Some Swiftean satire on GOP policies re women, rape, and abortion.

A heartfelt plea about rights and reality, here.
storyrainthejournal: (fable)

From the Twitter feed of the awesome @CharlieJane:
Most really important propositions are not provable using data. It's just that you're an asshole if you don't accept them as true. Like "all humans have equal worth" or "women should control their own bodies" or "LGBT people shouldn't need to earn your acceptance."

Truer words.

90 Days, 90 Reasons - Some of these are my reasons, too. And some of the essays are worth a read.

In other news, I seem to have finally, after 22 years, contracted one of Austin's allergies. ugh. snot. cough; writing is slow because dayjob has been hella busy & annoyingly demanding (I don't get paid enough, seriously); lots of good books read lately, in brief stints before sleeps, among the most enjoyed: Gwenda Bond's BLACKWOOD, Ben Aaronovitch's WHISPERS UNDERGROUND, the latest Laurie R. King Mary Russell mystery, and Leigh Bardugo's SHADOW AND BONE.

Also, I gave the first two of the FLORA SEGUNDA books to a newly minted 13-yr-old girl and definitely hit the spot.

storyrainthejournal: (utopia)

Via Martha Wells a worthwhile article from the Guardian - How Racism Takes Root.

Heh. Fox News banned from Canada. Although, not so heh, they can tell all the lies they want here in the USA, and people think it's news.

Jason Alexander is not too dumb about the limits of the second amendment. Anyone who says that if more people had been armed in that theater fewer people would have died is seriously deluded about the realities of the logistics of tear gas, crowds, and a dark movie theater. More people would have died, many more.

Speaking of serious delusions, anyone who votes for Mitt Romney thinking a selfish, compassionless bully of a businessman is going to make things better in this country (for anyone but the wealthiest of the wealthy) is so out of touch with reality that they are a danger to themselves and others. If they cast that vote because they think that they, too, will one day be among those wealthiest, they are stone cold duped.

Although, I have to say I feel like I'm talking to a wall. There's so much crazy in this country, and it's gotten such a stranglehold on our media, on our political machinery, on our health and well being, that I don't really think anyone can say anything to them. The far right behave like fundamentalst terrorists. They're right and everyone who disagrees with them, looks different from them, or feels differently than they do, should die. That's what their words and their actions say. I'd be happy to let them live in peace with their delusions if they didn't feel the need to stamp on the necks (that is, on the rights and lives) of everyone else.
storyrainthejournal: (bunny)

Recently I heard most of Watership Down on audio book while roadtripping. I first read Watership Down when I was nine (the year it came out, as a matter of fact), and reread it about a bazillion times shortly thereafter.

Listening to it all these years later (and then rereading the last couple of chapters, as my sojourn on the roadtrip ended before we'd finished the book) I realize that a lot of what's important to me in fiction came from it. Characters you truly root for and care about, a sense of both this world's realities and of some extra or otherworldliness--of the fantastic, hand in hand with the wonder of the natural world. All of that, but most strikingly, I think, is how deeply this book spoke to and deepened a love of nature and the naturalist’s eye in me.  

From near the end (but the novel is so rich in such observations of nature): Along the edge of the wood a sheet of wild clematis showed like a patch of smoke, all its sweet-smelling flowers turned to old man’s beard.

That's writing, wonderful writing.

I'm working toward establishing an actual blogging schedule for myself, with a loose rotating set of topics. I have a bunch of ideas I'm refining, but if you have requests, toss 'em at me. I'd especially appreciate any thoughts on a guest post format, what you'd want to hear about from any future guests here.

Jay Lake states here a lot of what disturbs/scares/drives me crazy about the conservative party in this country. Add to that that Mitt Romney clearly--based on his own words and actions--does not care about the wellfare of ordinary (that is, anyone not ultra wealthy or a corporation) people at all, and the idea of the man as president is terrifying. That isn't hyperbole. It hollows me out with shuddering dread. For this country, for the people who live here.

This, btw, is what corporations as people, unregulated financial and industry sectors, and the greed is good motive of business have gotten us.


May. 22nd, 2012 09:24 am
storyrainthejournal: (flower)
Party of personal responsibility, my ass. (An open letter to the people who hate Obama more than they love America) A DailyKos rant from back in January to which a friend recently linked. It's a cathartic read for those of us sick unto our hearts of Fox-style lies, hypocrisy, hate, and more hate.

Design your own action figure and have it 3d printed...this is dangerous for me. Not at all in my budget, but oh so tempting. Makies.

I've read a lot of books in the last while, and need to do a round of brief reviews...any day now. Also need to get on redoing my website....lalala...

Have gotten very excellent, happily positive, and useful feedback from my first readers on DEEP TERRAIN.

As threatened, I went to see Avengers again. Just as much fun as the first time (perhaps a little slow in big battle w/the aliens at points) and yup, Black Widow and her actions are a very central axis of the story structure. Go Joss.
storyrainthejournal: (utopia)
A few links on Occupy Wall Street that I find relevant:

Two links on The Austinist, for those who say they can't tell what the agenda is, here it is. And here's a little more about that, via the Austin organizers of the Austin component.

Here's a cogent New York Times oped about Occupy Wall Street, Seen from Abroad, addressing the invisibility and dismissal factor here at home.

Five facts you should know about the wealthiest one percent in this country, with charts and facts and figures and all.

And, though you've probably seen it, look again, We are the 99 Percent.

storyrainthejournal: (lantern)


Jan. 19th, 2009 09:05 am
storyrainthejournal: (owl&pussycat)

So much beautiful work of art and architecture, most of it lost and gone, but this man has been saving bits of old Beijing since the 1970s.

Lot of story echoes in there.

Nose-ish considerations. Interesting line near the end about when the human brain stopped putting the smell-o-meter reactions first, with the development of color vision...

I finally got my quiet week at home last week, by dint of being sick; I think I really needed it. Of course it would have been nicer, and more productive writing-wise, if I hadn't been sick, but still, I needed the prolonged break from pretty much everything.

All the pictures of happy, anticipatory faces in D.C., celebrating tomorrow's inauguration, are pretty moving. Also, the Obamas' call to service television ad, which has started running; this is a real change in tenor--everything about our new president is a real change in attitude and expectation. This man is awake, and alive, and cares. And he loves language and respects it. You know, I still can't quite believe it.

storyrainthejournal: (utopia)
I direct you to[ profile] tacithydra's post here, because in a true utopia, if two individuals over the age of consent want to tie the knot and have it recognized and celebrated by their loved ones and their community and state, they can.

storyrainthejournal: (polarbearlove)
Hmm. Saving story (the film version). I tend to agree with the guys who think story is alive and well (though maybe not in Hollywood, it's true).
Finger(s) update; thought it was getting better, but then it didn't and it's been so painful; I saw the doc this morning. He says he doesn't think there's infection, that the pain is ischemic (I had to look that up). He prescribed nitro patches, which are supposed to increase the bloodflow (they're between my fingers) far, not affecting the pain (as in lessening it); neither is the Advil I took...bah. Makes it very hard to concentrate or type (I keep having to backtrack and correct typos) and, therefore, to edit (dayjob work) or write.

Petition asking Pres-elect Obama to restore the Constitution asap, the main point, for me, being no more torture or violation of due process rights.

and so

Nov. 7th, 2008 08:08 am
storyrainthejournal: (sulabear)
Took Sula to the vet yesterday afternoon, to have the lump I found on her checked out. As I'd hoped (because it moved with her skin), it was a cyst (sebaceous) and the doc got it out right there and then. Which was both icky and satisfying, the way squeezing a pimple can be (ahem). This is yay.
Fingertip pain making everything a bit of a chore. This is not so yay.
Still pretty chuffed to finally have elected a person to the office of president who seems like a reasonable, intelligent human being, one I actually might trust to have the best interests of people other than his cronies in mind. I think I still don't quite believe it. 
I do wish we weren't, as a country, still so full of fear of gay marriage--which is essentially being afraid of the love and honor and partnership that is between two people simply because something about those two people being together seems threatening somehow.

I remember when I was in seventh grade, there were these two older kids I would see, very clearly in love. She was tall and slender with long blond hair and very pale skin, he was tall and slender with very dark skin. They were, just visually speaking--and I've always been a very visual person--beautiful together. I never knew them personally, they were well beyond my grade status; I heard talk about them, knew their names, and knew that there were people who felt very threatened by their connection.

I use this example, I think, because if it shows us anything, Obama's election shows us that we can change these things, and will.
storyrainthejournal: (lantern)
Well, yay. I am relieved and pleased and hopeful. Texas went for McCain, of course, but good old Travis County (the people's republic of) went for Obama (for what that's worth). It's pretty awesome to have a president-elect whose speeches are inspiring, intelligent, and compassionate, rather than wincingly embarrassing and enraging.

At this moment, returns are not all in for Prop 8 in California, and the LA Times says it's too close to call, but it's looking worrisome. But you know what? Even if it does pass, it's only a matter of time. The people who voted for Prop 8 are largely older people, swayed by fear and the lies propagated by out of state Mormons (of all things)...change is inevitable, in the long run.

And no proposition or law can actually invalidate love or committment.

Still. Work to do.

I think McCain may have been very very relieved, honestly. What's ahead is not for the faint of heart or infirm of mind or body.

storyrainthejournal: (contemplative)

I direct you to[info]tacithydra's post here, re prop 8 in California. Do what you can.
Snurtched from [info]wonderbadger, this is a swell thing and a was nice way to start the day:
The eastern sky this morning, mmm. Rose citrine platinum yellow, brilliant.

storyrainthejournal: (windy)
Walked over to the courthouse from the day job to early vote yesterday. I find myself dreaming of a blue Texas. The voting traffic was brisk and busy. It's hard for me to understand anyone voting for McPalin, especially any woman. Seems an incredibly null-brained thing to do. But then, a lot of what passes for normal behavior seems that way to me.
Day job is v. busy. Trying to finish revising a story around the edges.
The eastern sky was a lumious, raggedly cloud streaked thing of loveliness this morning. But it didn't really rain.
Tell me something good?


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