Thursday, March 25, 2010

do you like the things that life is showing you

Not sure if people are aware, but a few crazies on the Texas State Board of Education are trying to rewrite state curricula to correct "liberal bias" with a lot of questionable hokum from the furthest batshit crazy hinterlands of conservative thought. Since Texas is one of the largest textbook markets in the country, material written to cater to them will leak into everyone else's textbooks too, which is troubling when you consider what they're trying to change. Read up about all that here, then click below if you want to read the letter I wrote for an online petition targeting Pearson Education, McGraw-Hill, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, and Macmillan. The italicized words are theirs. The other stuff is all me.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Food for thought

The part that scares me the most, and I’ve talked about this with people I know who are parents of teenagers who I go way back with, and they too are concerned with what happens to a developing human being’s mind and outlook when they’re so conscious about their Facebook profile...[when] you are how you advertise yourself, and you always have to worry about your public persona as though you were some celebrity who is constantly getting torn down on cable news. I don’t think that’s a way for a kid to grow up, do you? I must package myself this way or I can’t love my own mind or let alone my own body.
-Jello Biafra

Sunday, March 21, 2010

wet and soggy like a crashing wave

Time to blow the dust off this thing and post again. It's been a while thanks to school and work and, most recently, midterms. And a wedding - a friend of mine got hitched up in the Baltimore Aquarium last night, and yours truly was in attendance to mark the occasion. I also caught the garter, which I then had to, while blindfolded, put on the girl who caught the bouquet. I did not realize this was a thing people do at weddings, so I'm sure it looked every bit as awkward as it felt to someone who had never made another person's acquaintance by rolling lacy underthings up their leg. Of course, it's on videotape, and someday I will seize and burn that footage. But that'll have to wait, because I've still got writing to do. And podcasting, as soon as my partners (Gavin? Nairobi? Anyone? Bueller?) and I have a chance to figure out exactly what the hell we're doing.

Writing-wise, I've got some short stories to refine before I send them out, and my steampunk freakshow project for Experimental Forms is almost done. It's a weird mix of poems, prose, and fake journalism, with an olde-tymey carnival poster thrown in for good measure. The idea came to me when a friend of mine was talking about Walter Freeman, the doctor who lobotomized Rosemary Kennedy (among other people) and traveled the country in a van he called the Lobotomobile, performing psychosurgery on spec in medical theaters. However educated he may have been, his knack for a brutal sort of carny hucksterism is what stuck with me: he was a showman who made his own freaks. I may add some of it to the website if it turns out well enough.

But it won't turn out at all if I don't get back to work. More later.