All right, PT, you asked for it! :-) I like Rebecca Onion's "delay watching Ender's Game for at least two weeks to game the numbers" solution quite a bit, as I've been wrestling with the selfsame issues. Should we boycott the Ender's Game movie because of Orson Scott Card's vocal opposition to gay marriage? Card rankles. He's an ass. His positions ( Read more... )

Hey look, you can find a shiny new version of The Rules for sale on a bookshelf, even though it's 2013. And look, they're "Not Your Mother's Rules", according to Ellen Fein and Sherrie Schneider, who, unsatisfied with the success of their 1995 bestseller and follow-ups, still want to indoctrinate you. After all, The Rules aren't anti-woman. They're ( Read more... )

Frida Kahlo's closet has been opened after more than fifty years. An exciting exhibit is the result, but the way some of the articles are framing the event ought to raise a few hackles. In contrast, in the film, curator Circe Henestrosa manages to talk about art, ethnicity, and disability, like a person instead of a media machine, thanks.


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I don’t know if I have what it takes to address this, but I’ll try, as today’s events and politics have brought up strong emotions for me. While traveling recently, I spent an hour in the Las Vegas airport. It was like landing in a casino. At first I was entertained by the glitz for sale, and the hundreds of slot machines from Wheel of Fortune to ( Read more... )

Had a very strange dream last night in which I founded a company called QueerSPA, CE, or QueerSPACE. It was a chain of upscale spas offering free health care, good manicures, and for some reason, fountain-shaped cat bathing areas. (I think this last has something to do with the fact that my cat rolled in SOMETHING and had to have his first bath ( Read more... )

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The paper is its own poem
when it's made of skin, or finely-sliced pears,
or regrets
so much easier, Portia,
to hand you that pound of flesh
expiation and explanation
in one
un-palimpsest
un-written
un-expurgated
what mercy can we expect
from ourselves?

Whew! I'm in post-deadline mode, which means scrambling to catch up with all the tasks set aside while deadline crises demanded full attention. There's never a moment without a crisis in publishing. . . it's a good thing I come from a theater background and wouldn't know what to do with myself if there wasn't a crisis ( Read more... )

I keep meaning to share this!

Sometimes when you read certain books together they form a resonance that neither alone could create. . .

Case in point: Marie-Louise von Franz's On Divination and Synchronicity: The Psychology of Meaningful Chance, and Annie Dillard's Pilgrim at Tinker Creek (which I was reading due to my pleasing encounters with a ( Read more... )

My Friday: The Birth of Impressionism exhibit with Raquelita, at the De Young. Conclusion: I love the way the Impressionists handled paint, but I'm still a Symbolist girl at heart. If only they'd imported Delville from the Musée d'Orsay instead of Renoir! As it was, the two Symbolist painters represented, Doré and Moreau, held my attention in a ( Read more... )