state of fannish me

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In my new, post-dog life, I was going to have so much time for things! And all the stuff I was going to do--going out and being active, getting work done, watching cool stuff and writing about it, thereby reviving my dying fannish presence--was going to help buoy me through the post-dog sadness, as well as through the period of living where I don't

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Jessica Ennis (and her abs, omg!) is now on my fridge, next to my old, faithful motivator Chrissy Wellington. Would Chrissy eat that cookie? Would Chrissy fail to work out because she's tired? (No, she would not! One does not beat most of the men and all the women in Ironman triathlons by eating cookies on the couch!!!) But Chrissy is semi-retired now, so I figured Jessica could help share the weight in motivating me to, y'know, get in my 45 minutes of cardio. :)

As for The Wire, I've now mapped it all out on the pattern of late 19th- and early 20th-century fiction and have consequently determined why I feel as I do (see comment to gabolange above, if you care!). But yes, a lot of it has to do with that question of what we want in our fiction: do we want gritty realism or escape? Or some combination of both, which tends to be my answer. I am most interested in what makes characters tick, and I'm always drawn to those moments when characters can rise above whatever their current situation is and be a little bit more, even just for a moment. And both of those things are possibilities that The Wire hints at but then intentionally takes away, because this is not that kind of story. No romanticism allowed on the streets of Baltimore! It's participating in a long and distinguished tradition--just not one I've ever particularly loved.