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The Tori concert was wonderful on Tuesday. Mostly new stuff -- the new album sounds really interesting -- and it was made quite beautiful by some interesting light shows. The only element that made it less-than-perfect was the lack of Em_fish. You would've loved it my dear -- and thanks again for the tickets.
Actually, there was another element in the beginning. I was seated behind a man who must've been close to seven feet. However, he was so offended by the gay couple kissing in the seats in front of him that he complained -- and when nothing was done, stormed off. Imagine, a gay couple at a Tori Amos concert! Next thing you know, Madonna and Barbara Streisand will have gay fans, and then the last barriers shall truly be broken!
But thanks to his jackassery, I was able to see the rest of the concert.
In utterly other news, it's odd when one's totally unrelated geekdoms collide. I'm researching an obscure Canadian literary journal called Les Mouches Fantastiques, published by gay journalist Roswell George Mills and lesbian poet Elsa Gidlow. It was a collection of avant-garde poetry, arguments for gay liberation, and anti-war essays from the First World War. Only one copy of one issue is known to still exist, and I'm going to read it sometime this month.
However, they sent off copies to the United Amateur Journalists' Association when it was first printed, and one young writer at the association reviewed it -- the only review I can find of it. I've ordered a copy of that review. It's by a man named Howard Phillips Lovecraft, who was not yet the most famous science-fiction writer of his generation. I'm very curious to see what he has to say, but he was so conservative I'm sure it's nothing but bad things.
Actually, there was another element in the beginning. I was seated behind a man who must've been close to seven feet. However, he was so offended by the gay couple kissing in the seats in front of him that he complained -- and when nothing was done, stormed off. Imagine, a gay couple at a Tori Amos concert! Next thing you know, Madonna and Barbara Streisand will have gay fans, and then the last barriers shall truly be broken!
But thanks to his jackassery, I was able to see the rest of the concert.
In utterly other news, it's odd when one's totally unrelated geekdoms collide. I'm researching an obscure Canadian literary journal called Les Mouches Fantastiques, published by gay journalist Roswell George Mills and lesbian poet Elsa Gidlow. It was a collection of avant-garde poetry, arguments for gay liberation, and anti-war essays from the First World War. Only one copy of one issue is known to still exist, and I'm going to read it sometime this month.
However, they sent off copies to the United Amateur Journalists' Association when it was first printed, and one young writer at the association reviewed it -- the only review I can find of it. I've ordered a copy of that review. It's by a man named Howard Phillips Lovecraft, who was not yet the most famous science-fiction writer of his generation. I'm very curious to see what he has to say, but he was so conservative I'm sure it's nothing but bad things.