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Tucson Bans More Than Books – Your Right to Knowledge is Under Attack

Monday, January 16th, 2012

Here’s the article: Read it.

But they’re not just banning books, which is heinous enough. It gets worse. They banned the teaching of an entire subject: Mexican-American studies.

Administrators told Mexican-American studies teachers to stay away from any class units where “race, ethnicity and oppression are central themes.”

From the reporters blog: Censored News

So, they banned The Tempest, too.

The decision comes from this Administrative Law Judge Opinion,:

Based on the above, the Administrative Law Judge concludes that the Department has sustained its burden of proving by a preponderance of the evidence that as of January 1, 2011, and as of the hearing dates, the District’s MAS program had at least one or more classes or courses that were in violation of A.R.S. §§ 15-112(A)(2) (promoting racial resentment), (A)(3) (being designed primarily for one ethnic group), and (A)(4) (advocating ethnic solidarity instead of treating pupils as individuals).

ORDER
Superintendent Huppenthal’s June 15, 2011 determination is affirmed, and on the effective date of the Order entered in this matter, the Department shall withhold 10% of the monthly apportionment of state aid until the District comes into compliance with A.R.S.§ 15-112.

EMPHASIS ADDED
PDF of the decision

So, here’s what they’re saying: teaching students about racial discrimination, promotes racial resentment and makes the white kids feel bad:

The examples from the MAS program cited in the above Findings of Fact, as well as the weight of the testimony presented, establish that the MAS program has classes or courses designed for Latinos as a group that promotes racial resentment against “Whites,” and advocates ethnic solidarity of Latinos. (Administrative law Judge Opinion, page 34, paragraph 7)

This document (pdf) signed January 6, 2012, affirms the budget for the program should be reduced by 10%.

From that, the Tucson Unified School district did this:

All MAS courses and teaching activities, regardless of the budget line from which they are funded, shall be suspended immediately. PDF

The governing board of the Tucson Unified School District consists of these people, as identified on the district website:

GOVERNING BOARD: Dr. Mark Stegeman, President; Michael Hicks, Clerk; Miguel Cuevas; Adelita Grijalva; Alexandre Borges Sugiyama, Ph.D.
SUPERINTENDENT: John J. Pedicone, Ph.D.

This is WRONG. It’s heinous. It’s offensive. And it’s dangerous.

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And Then Stuff Happened – Why Gmail makes me Cry

Monday, December 26th, 2011

I hope everyone had a lovely holiday and that the rest of the year is lovely for you all. I spent my holiday working on Not Proper Enough. Full panic mode, which is why you’re getting a blog post. Because I’m all about engaging in avoidance behavior until there’s enough panic to shut off the critical brain.

Google Mail – You Make Me Cry

Until about 2-3 months ago I loved Gmail. In fact, over the last year, I’ve been moving a lot of my email-related needs to my Gmail account. No longer. Google “Improved” gmail and now it’s not just harder to use, it’s hiding things from me. I have a private, personal email that friends and family have. That account, as you might imagine, gets enough spam to fill the ocean. My writing email, which is plastered all over the web, this website, twitter, facebook, in my books, print and digital, gets less spam than my private email. Go figure. I use Postini (now owned by Google) for spam filtering on the email accounts that run off my web host servers. It’s a great solution. I have a yahoo mail account, too which I use for various and specific purposes. Yahoo and Gmail both do a great job of siphoning off spam, with very few mistakes.

Google allows you to create Alerts so you know if certain phrases are appearing on the web and getting indexed by the GoogleBot. Most writers create Alerts for their book titles which means you find out where you’re being pirated and when someone has reviewed your book or is just talking about you. This is occasionally informative and often hilarious, depending on the title of your books and, even, your name.

Shortly before the physical gmail improvements (about which I am very MEH) they also started tagging emails with labels like “Bulk” “Notifications” etc. The problem is that stuff I did not consider “Bulk” (such as my Google Alerts) were being tagged as bulk and, more or less, hidden from me. It doesn’t seem to matter how many times I unmark these emails and flag them as important, they’re always pre-tagged as bulk and they don’t show up in my in-box. Over the next month or so, I basically lost control of my gmail. Stuff was being tagged in ways I didn’t want it to be, emails I wanted to see were getting hidden from me, and clicking on labels didn’t seem to bring up any of the emails with those lables.

There was a period when I thought I was getting no Alerts at all, and my writer’s heart sank. No one was talking about my books, I thought. No one was pirating my books (ACK!!) If you’re not being pirated, your writing career is in serious trouble.

The gmail interface and the way the app now decides to tag and display or not display stuff is a gosh awful mess. I found that if I veiwed my gmail through the iGoogle gmail widget, I could see a chronological list of my emails which allowed me to see emails that WERE NOT SHOWN when I actually logged into gmail.

I took to clicking on the “Bulk” tag to see if I could find any alerts, but the interface showed an “In-Box” with a bunch of unread emmails I’d never seen with nothing labeled Bulk and hardly any Alerts. Every now and then I’d see an alert. It was like 1 or 2 would bubble up from wherever they were being held. But then then today I found them. I don’t know how or why or anything, but there they were. I’d missed several reviews of my books that I would normally have forwarded to my editor or added to my file of reviews.

More recently, emails that were correctly being identified as important stopped getting tagged as important and important emails were dropping out of my inbox so that I was spending far too much time trying to find them. My life is too overloaded to spend time on things like that.

At least yahoo’s email improvement didn’t break the actual user expectation of email – which is that you can see a chronological list of your received emails with a spam folder you know you can check for things that got flagged as spam that shouldn’t have.

I’ve now re-rerouted my Google Alerts to another email so they don’t go to my Gmail account, never to be seen. How sad. Gmail used to be great. Now it’s just awful. It reminds me of the “improvements” to the Blogger interface which has some useful changes, but has added several confusing steps that make it harder and quite frustrating to do blog posts. I’m very glad to have moved my blog to WordPress because the new blogger is also now less usable than it used to be.

So, I give up on Gmail. It’s now fundamentally broken. I don’t have time to waste trying to re-categorize emails that Google considers Bulk or a Notification that I don’t, because I’ve been doing that for weeks, and gmail is not learning (which I thought it was supposed to do.)

Here’s the thing: Making something look pretty is a skill. A valuable skill. Making a application easy to use is another skill. It’s very, very rare for someone to have both those skills. The holy grail is to combine beauty with usability. Apple mostly succeeds at this. (But not entirely) But Apple succeeds at it better than anyone else. Google is now failing on both points and that is not a good thing.

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Dear Publishers, Please don’t Say FU to eBook Readers (Rant Alert!)

Saturday, December 17th, 2011

This PW Article titled “The Amazon Workaround” sounded interesting. It has this nugget:

Windowing—offering print books for a period of time before e-books go on sale—while enticing is seen as impractical since it is unlikely that publishers will return to a practice they have already given up. Moreover, there is some thinking that publishers could start charging a premium to customers for e-books before the print book is released, something a sizable portion of consumers said they would like.

WTF?

  • Windowing has been abandoned (really?)
  • Charging a premium for eBooks prior to print release.
  • customers said they would like to pay a premium?

Really??

  1. I don’t think windowing has been abandoned.
  2. Charging a premium prior to print release? Isn’t that just a flavor of windowing, only with a fuck you, eBook consumer thrown in for free?
  3. I’m hard pressed to imagine consumers agreeing to pay a premium for something that should be a normal business process. What the heck kind of question did they ask in order to get people to say yes?

Oh, my god, that article is one big fat hot mess. Extend Agency Pricing when publishers are already under international investigation for the practice? Cheaper books are bad if Amazon becomes the only seller of books?

Here’s my take on this observation from Teleread about different reading pools for print vs. Ebook: I think the conclusion is descriptive and completely misses a pretty obvious cause. Sure, eBook bestsellers include DIY published books — because

  1. Those books aren’t available anywhere else and
  2. eBook readers know that the digital price of traditionally published books is a rip-off and they’re voting on that price with their eReaders.

Here’s my suggestion for publishers:

  • Try actual competition instead of protectionism.
  • Go talk to your legal departments about getting out of whatever contracts prevent you from selling books wherever consumers are.
  • Spend more time thinking about how to sell more books regardless of format, because, actually, your product is not the container. Your product is the content.

What do you think? I am wrong about windowing? What else have I missed?

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Spare Me the Sanctimonious Screed

Friday, November 11th, 2011

This NYT article by Thomas Glave came to my attention via this post at The Intern.

She picked out this section:

And now, as things become more dire for writers who want to develop into actual artists, Amazon, the behemoth that fears no one, enters the fray. Can Amazon’s profit-centered forays provide a healthy space for writers?

And wondered about healthy spaces for writers. A legitimate question. But I come away with a different take.

My eye focused on this:

Can Amazon’s profit-centered forays provide a healthy space for writers?

The assumption of the article was that the answer is No. And Glave goes on to muddy the waters of his argument. He wants so badly to paint Amazon as a place where writers will have no joy, no ability to develop their art — from lack of editorial guidance and Amazon’s profit motive. And yet, he can’t ignore the fact that long before Amazon, publishers damaged authors artistically. He tries to say that small publishers are a haven — and oh, rats — not all of them are and some big publishers are good, too. But not Amazon with its profit motive…

Poor guy. He’s trying to make the world black and white when it’s shades of gray, and even that metaphor is fatally flawed.

Reality: As much as a publisher might love artistic genius, they’re in it for the money. I don’t care who the publisher is. They’re in it for profit. If genius didn’t sell, they wouldn’t buy. Some genius-writing takes a while to make money of course. That’s hard on the balance sheets, let me tell you. The solution has been to sell a lot of the profitable writing and use that to subsidize the literary side.

Publishers need authors to feed their bottom line. No authors? No books to sell. No profit.

I fail to see why Amazon and its “profit centered forays” is anything new. Name a publisher of fiction that ISN’T profit centered.

As a writer, if you don’t think about that reality, well, you’re asking for a world of pain. I don’t care how much the editor loves your writing and wants to see you grow as an artist. The end game is: if that happens, his or her employer makes money and your editor gets to keep her job.

A contract with a publisher isn’t about ART. It’s about maximizing the publisher’s profits. I have never ever seen a contract that set out how the publisher will provide the author with a “healthy space for writing.” Because that’s not the relationship. Sorry, but it’s not.

Publishing contracts are all about how much they’ll pay to license your rights and how/if they’ll share profits with you. PERIOD. That’s why you need a lawyer to review your contract, not your MFA advisor.

I welcome the competition from Amazon. I am GLAD to see a publisher making itself a place where authors have a shot at making a living from their art. Because that’s not something the other guys are doing right now.

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Rant Alert!

Wednesday, October 19th, 2011

The New York Times just ran this article Authors To Get Sales Data From 3 Big Publishers. Go read it. I’ll wait.

Two quotes blew off the top of my head. Here’s the first one:

Said Carolyn Reidy, President and CEO of Simon and Schuster:

There isn’t any place where they [authors] can go and get all of their sales figures. [ ] We realized that we can give them the knowledge we have.

I can just see the moment when the lightbulb oil lamp went on in that meeting:

Publishing Professional (PP) #1 (very sad): Our authors are unhappy.

PP#2: (sits up straight, almost knocks over chai latte): What?

PP#3: Oh, come on. Why would authors be unhappy?

PP#1: Well, they’d like to know how their books are selling.

PP#2: Why?

PP#3: But they’ll know in 2 years. What’s the big deal?

PP#4: Well, I’ve heard that about authors, too. I mean, that’s what their agents keep saying.

PP#3: I wonder what we could do about that?

PP#5: What could we do? We already prepare royalty statements TWICE a year.

PP#2: Does anyone have last week’s sales data?

PP#3: I attached the spreadsheet to the meeting calendar. Here’s my paper copy. (pushes across desk)

PP#2: Hey, thanks! Wow. This print is tiny.

PP#1: (Sits up very straight)  Wait a minute! WE OURSELVES HAVE THIS DATA.

PP#3: What’s your point?

PP#1: Well, maybe, just maybe, we could share it with our authors!!!!

(Stunned silence)

(More Stunned silence)

(Someone coughs)

So the second quote is this:

Publishers didn’t realize the frustration that authors have.

Bullshit. It’s even bigger BS that they found an author to say that. Surely, he couldn’t have said it with a straight face.

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I am peeved about this

Saturday, October 1st, 2011

So, I use Yahoo as my browser home page. Because. That’s why.

Anyway, Yahoo has been spiffy-ing up their home page with customizable stuff some of which is incredibly annoying. Like that footer bar that keeps showing up. But I like that I can customize the sidebar links.

But now, apparently, they’re doing some kind of data mining on what news items they show you. The top ones in the news link list are always ones of national interest. Cool. I like to know what blew up since the last time I checked. But the bottom three or four, it seems, are based on links you clicked in the past.

There isn't much in Kansas

Kansas

And here’s the problem: This one time something interesting happened in Kansas and I clicked on that link. Oh my god. Never do this. Ever. Unless you have some kind of Kansas fetish, then you could.

Because now all the bottom 3-4 links are always about stuff that happens in Kansas. But I DON’T CARE!! I would rather see those links be about stuff that happens in, say, Northern California, where I live. I don’t want to be fed anymore news about shit that happened in Kansas. I don’t care if the main highway is under construction or if some Kansas City Council had a fight or whatever. I DON’T CARE.

I am now very careful never to click any links about Kansas but they won’t go away. I’ve tried clicking the (few) links about stuff that happens in California, but all I see is Kansas. I was only in Kansas City once and you know what? There’s not actually all that much to do there when your budget is $1.50 a day.

This is not an isolated problem

Hopelites

Hopelites. They Follow You Everywhere

I have the same issue with my Google Books widget on my iGoogle page. This one time, I was researching stuff about Syria and Alexander the Great and now Google Books is absolutely convinced I must want this one book about the Hopelites and their methods of war. Ever since, and it’s been more than a year now, that damned book shows up in my widget several times a week and I have NEVER EVER clicked on it. It’s fucking following me and it won’t go away. Just like Kansas won’t go away.

This is a data mining failure. And there’s no way I can find to correct the error.

Look, I don’t have anything against Kansas. Or, I didn’t a month ago, but now? I’m starting to hate that State. I wish I could send the Hopelites there.

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One More Movie Review – Or Stupid Psycho Tricks

Monday, August 29th, 2011

After I finished my revisions for Not Wicked Enough and emailed them to my editor last night, I found myself with nearly 2 hours before I had to think about going to bed.

So, I watched another movie with my favorite Bollywood hottie, Arjun Rampal.

Insert Frownie Face Here

First I have a complaint and a warning. My DVD of Vaada came through an outfit called Eros and wow. They serve as an example of What Not To Do. Number one, there are about a bazillion trailers and ads and you can’t just fast forward through them. No. It stopped after each one so I had to FF about a bazillion times.

I wasn’t clever enough to figure out how to bypass that and go straight to the the Menu so I could watch the damn movie, but IT WOULD NOT HAVE MATTERED! Because when you click Play Movie, MORE ads and trailers play. OMFG.

Yes, I FF’d through them (see note above) but come on. I was already cutting it close with regard to my bedtime and that DVD wasted at least 12 minutes of my time.

Guess what? Even once I got the movie playing, there’s a persistent watermark in the upper left that says “EROS.” Boy, was that ever annoying. So, never ever buy a DVD from them. And I intend to return that DVD and pay more for one that doesn’t have all those irritations. I have to say, I was really irritated by the time the movie finally started and at times when that damned logo interfered with my viewing.

Vaada

In this movie, the sexism was far more overt and that made me sad. The woman’s honor is everything and even things she cannot possibly control affect her honor and lead to a horrific act that, alas, provides the whole reason for the plot in the first place. And then the cliche women-can’t-drive. OMG. Sigh. So, that’s in there.

Complaints aside, my understanding is that Vaada is based on a US film, but I didn’t see that movie and can’t recall what it was, though I’m thinking about tracking it down and watching that one.

Arjun was incredibly hot. He can’t help it, the poor guy. Even in a fake goatee and mustache he was hot. There was no amnesia in this film and I can’t decide if I’m disappointed or not.

There was martial arts in this movie, which I was NOT expecting. All of a sudden my man Rampal was channeling Jet Li and I have to say it was pretty awesome mostly on account of a tight black shirt and some very decent choreography. Someone must have been watching some John Woo because there was lots of Slo-Mo. Those of you who know me know that I LOVE martial arts movies so when a Gung Fu fight suddenly broke out I was pretty darn happy. Well done.

I Like Movies Where You Learn Something

One thing I learned is that no man should ever wear a light blue suit. Not EVER. Because if Arjun Rampal looks like half a doof in a suit that color, there’s just no hope for the rest of mankind. Everyone else would have the full-on doof effect and probably worse. Fortunately, the blue suit was limited to a song and dance bit and some idiot was going for the Sari color coordination. Nice try, major fail.

Rich Man vs. Psycho Man – Who would YOU choose?

The plot of this movie is that Rahul, a handsome rich tycoon (Rampal) falls in love with this woman named Pooja (that’s the spelling from the subtitles.) He romances her and has to work surprisingly hard for it, especially considering that the blue suit was yet to come. They get married and THEN right after the ceremony, Pooja tells him that she has had a previous relationship. Rahul is cool with that once she assures him she does not love the man. Well done, I thought. But of course, it’s obvious she’s not telling him everything.

And, indeed, we learn the following, not necessarily in this order:

Krazy Karan

In the past, the former boyfriend is one Karan. He is Nucking Futs. Psycho. Completely off his rocker psycho and stalking Pooja. Her father won’t permit her to marry a poor man. (Pyscho is apparently OK? But I think the poverty thing was just an excuse . . . ) So, Psycho boyfriend goes off to make his fortune and have psychotic breaks in Europe and elsewhere besides India.

Meanwhile, Rahul meets, courts and marries Pooja and tells her that she, the woman, is now the family’s honor and therefor his honor. They have a happy marriage, there is singing and dancing that includes the blue suit which is when I knew they were really in love because 1) He was secure enough in his masculinity and general off-the charts hotness to wear that thing around her and 2) She didn’t ask him what the hell he thought he was doing going out of the hotel dressed like that. Probably she accidentally lost the suit later. But honey, it was there! It must have fallen off the Gondola! Don’t worry. I’ll get you a nice charcoal-gray suit.

Then Rahul teaches her to drive and she is unable to master this — yet Rahul has her on the damn freeway where she can’t drive a straight line and he must have had brain damage from that suit because he did not have his seatbelt on. And yes, there is an accident and yes, Rahul goes through the windshield but instead of ending up with amnesia, he ends up blind.

This is destiny, he says to Pooja. Now you are my honor AND my eyes. Or your eyes are mine. Possibly both.

Coincidence?

Then it turns out blind-Rahul has this good buddy who is now his business partner and who he relies on a lot. And his friend, can you believe it? Some chick did NOT wait for him while he was off making his fortune and instead married some other guy. And yes, the good buddy is none other than the psycho Karan.

The main plot of the movie is that Pooja commits suicide. Or was it murder? Because her body has disappeared from the morgue. My first thought was vampires, but that turned out to be wrong. The police captain assures everyone that he will recover the body and find the culprit. Then Karan gets arrested for the murder, but Rahul bails him out. But the police think Karan did it. Karan insists he’s being framed and then he begins to suspect that Rahul is not really blind.

Rahul is Blind . . . Rahul is NOT Blind

There ensue several attempts to trick Rahul into revealing that he can see. Because if Rahul is pretending to be blind, he would not ALSO be an evil genius capable of foiling such trickery. Or else, he’s actually blind.

1) First, that Krazy Karan arranges to send Rahul a packet of papers to sign but SOME OF THE PAGES ARE BLANK! If he signs the blank page, well, that must mean Rahul is blind. If he does NOT sign the blank pages, then Rahul can see and is a liar and a murderer.

Rahul wants to know how many pages to sign, but the guy who hands him the documents doesn’t know. Just sign them all, he says. No, no, Rahul says. I will count them. Which he does. The camera cleverly shows us that, indeed, some of the pages are mostly blank but for an official looking stamp. Rahul counts, starts to sign then decides that no, he will only sign the documents if Karan is there, too.

A brilliant plan foiled. Or did the blind guy just want his trusted friend there for him?

2) Next, Karan and his attorney put poison in Rahul’s drink — right in front of him because if he’s not blind, then he will not drink the poisoned drink but if he IS blind, then he’ll drink the poison. The attorney points out the flaw in that plan in the event that Rahul really is blind so instead of poison, Karan substitutes a laxative in the bottle that says POISON right there on the label.

Rahul demonstrates that blind people can hear, so he knows when people get up and when drinks (or poison???) are poured. And the lights go out. We know that Rahul has engineered this lights-out in a bit of genius (but is it EVIL genius?) and when they come back on . . . Well the wrong guy gets the poison and has to leave for the facilities.

3) The next attempt to prove Rahul can see involves lowering four potted plants hanging in a doorway such that when Rahul walks through, he will either duck (Rahul can see) or bonk his head (Rahul is blind). But this plan is foiled too. Because Rahul trips and does not walk through the doorway. Instead he stands up IN the doorway and bonks his head on only one of the potted plants. Ouch. Then he throws them all, complaining about idiots who lower potted plants in a blind man’s house. He tosses his pots with uncanny accuracy at the police chief and his henchmen who are hiding there to witness the proof.

4) The NEXT attempt to prove Rahul can see involves hiring a thug to beat him up. And not just one thug it turns out, but a whole bunch of thugs. The reasoning is this: Rahul gets mugged and can’t defend himself (Rahul is blind) or Rahul gets mugged but defends himself (Rahul can see).

This leads to the tight black shirt and the martial arts and it was starting to look a lot like Rahul could see because he was beating their asses bad. BUT then Rahul blindfolds himself and continues to beat their asses only worse. So, the issue is still not resolved.

5)
The penultimate attempt to prove Rahul is blind involves taking him for a walk on the train tracks. Rahul gets run over by the train (Rahul is blind) or Rahul jumps off the tracks and does not get run over by the train. (Rahul is not blind.) Things don’t go according to plan (not having learned the lesson that blind people can hear and probably feel vibrations too.)

The train is behind them and it’s kind of loud actually and the whistle is blowing, but Krazy Karan assures his friend that the train is on a different track. And then OMG! There is a young goatherd on the tracks and the boy and his goats are about to be shish-ka-bob. Rahul saves the boy and his goats by running really fast and flinging himself and the boy off the tracks.

Well. Rahul insists he is blind but hey, he saved the goatherd. Seems kind of like he can see. Only, then there’s some hard evidence that Karan killed Pooja (in the form of a shoe) and Karan goes on trial. But did he do it?

You Will NEVER Guess . . .

Meanwhile we see Rahul alone at home and holey moley! He really CAN see! How long has he been lying to everyone about that? But, since he saved the goatherd I knew he wasn’t Evil-Rahul. Krazy Karan was willing to sacrifice the boy so, yeah.

Anyhow,Rahul explains away the goatherd incident (the boy SAVED him!) and then Rahul’s faithful servant, who has been bribed to testify that Rahul can see, testifies instead that he was bribed and Karan goes to jail screaming his innocence.

Then things get a little silly.

Anyway, see what I said about saving the goatherd, Rahul is NOT evil. Karan is still psycho but NOT a murderer but he drove Pooja to suicide in order to protect Rahul’s honor and this is payback, baby.

Conclusions

I actually liked this movie a lot because the events did not unfold in the order I revealed them, and because of Arjun Rampal in a tight black shirt busting his Gung Fu moves and because of all the shots of Rampal looking like maybe he is a murderer who framed the psycho . . .

Rampal has very much improved as an actor and this movie represents a midpoint between some of his really impressive roles and movies that suck so bad no one could save them. Plus, one of the songs was really good.

I would totally watch this again and hope to talk my sister into seeing it.

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Movie Review: Change Up (RANT ALERT!)

Sunday, August 7th, 2011

I saw the movie Change Up with Ryan Reynolds (who it turns out is way cuter than I expected) and Jason Bateman.

Wow. I don’t think I’ve seen such a hateful, misogynistic movie in quite some time. The writers are Jon Lucas and Scott Moore and they should be ashamed of themselves. They should also be taken to task for perpetuating just about every hateful, insidious and damaging stereotype about women. Like these:

1. Once a man gets married, his life is hell and there is no chance of him ever having fun ever again.
2. Women exist only as the object of a man’s sexual desires.
3. Big corporate mergers are JUST LIKE convincing a Catholic girl to spread her legs for you.
4. Girls who say no will get around to yes if you don’t give up!
5. It’s just hilarious to joke about buying a “rape kit” at your local home and hardware store.
6. The woman you don’t want to bone is ugly or pregnant
7. It’s funny if you talk to the women in your office in sexual terms and describe their bodies to them in terms of the parts you like best and HEY! She won’t go to HR and have a talk with them about being harassed, insulted or made uncomfortable. Not at all!
8. Lots of naked women. No naked men.

I’m not going to waste another minute of my time on this other than to say I just felt so sad and angry that these messages about women are STILL being perpetuated. This COULD have been a really funny movie if the writers had actually sat down and spent a few minutes thinking about a world in which 51% of the population doesn’t actually think it’s funny to joke about having sex with women against their will or presented a world where women are, GASP! real people and not a construct of your imagination.

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All The News That’s Fit for News and Other Stuff

Thursday, July 21st, 2011

Where to start?

Some Sad Annoying Stuff

Tuesday, I restarted my iMac and it could not. Could. Not. I made an appointment with the Apple Store and Wednesday took the computer in. Alas, the result was not good. The iMac needed an overnight stay . . . I confess I suspected the worst going in. Not being able to boot generally means a hardware failure (unless you did something stupid like delete system files, which I did not do.) Indeed, the disk repair utility found icky errors.

Today I got the call that the hard drive had breathed its last byte.

So, that’s bad. I’m pretty well fully backed up, provided my Time Machine backups weren’t backing up corrupt data. I’d been thinking about getting a new desktop anyway, but at the moment, I need to save as much cash as possible. So for the meantime, I am using MacFang (the laptop) which, of course, has all my critical writing files on it. I’m having the iMac drive replaced but I’ll have to do the restore from Time Machine when I get the iMac back.

Reading

I read a historical romance that made me sad. Because I LOVED LOVED LOVED the hero and heroine, but there were HUGE problems that I could not get over. Also, I think there might not have been any sex, but at the end I was paging through so fast I might have missed it.

Some of the problems:

The story starts with the heroine cleaning out a house she has just inherited.
Two chapters later is the reading of the will in which she is left the house plus some other wacky things that made no sense.
While she’s cleaning out the house, she meets the hero and pretends to be a servant for reasons that made no sense at all. NO EFFING SENSE other than the plot required it.

There were so many problems. So many. Illegal terms of a will. Misstatements of the law as they related to women and property and the rights of husbands. The heroine was the trite and cliche and completely historically inaccurate spinster who could not understand why she did not have the same rights as men and behaved as if this was so blazingly obviously unfair that everyone must see that she is right. Except of course, most people did not. Because there was still about 150 years of social progress yet to be hard won.

And then, then, oh my God. She has a fancy gown made so she’ll look all spiffy for the hero. And the dressmaker tells her the gown, which is transparent more or less, MUST be worn without stays. Because stays would ruin the line of the gown. WTF???? And everyone stands around saying, yes, this is so. You must not wear stays! Stays will make your see-thru gown all lumpy and bumpy.

No. No it would not! ::spluttering::

That’s when I gave up and stopped caring. Because really. Could you at least crack open a fashion book and read about how the stays provided the line of the gown?

Seriously. If you were at a party and some chick walked into the room in a see through gown and NO undergarments whatsoever— no matter how spectacular her body — would you think that was a fashion statement to follow? Wouldn’t you be embarrassed for her lack-wittedness? And that’s today, 50 years after women were burning their bras. Which didn’t last all that long because actually, as most women soon discover, a bra provides comfortable support for the girls.

Today was not really a good day for me.

Good news

Wait a sec. I forgot what it was. Tomorrow is Friday?

Oh, right. Apparently, I am considered a Twitter expert on . . .

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Guess.

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Not that either.

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Zombies.

INORITE?

Pretty sweet.

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Mr. Jelly Sells A Painting

Friday, June 10th, 2011

Luuuurve: Kindle samples. You know why? Because they save me from buying books with sentences like this:

(Note: I replaced the names and titles.)

Peterson Jelly, youngest son of the Earl of Forbearance, made a fortune selling erotic art that outstripped his oldest brother’s inheritance.

Hatesssesssss: Carelessly written sentences. Because they are likely to mean the story itself is careless. On many levels. The way that sentence is careless.

Mr. Jelly: Ah, Mr. Middlesex, you’ve made a wise purchase (wraps up painting of a naked woman holding a lemon). This little beauty, heh heh, will outstrip my older brother’s inheritance by Tuesday next. Thursday at the latest!

Mr. Middlesex:
And if it doesn’t?

Mr. Jelly:
Bring it back and I’ll paint in a pear. I guarantee all my dirtiest work!

I believe the author meant that the fortune Mr. Jelly makes outstrips the amount of his brother’s inheritance. But that isn’t what she wrote. And yes, any reasonably competent reader will understand what she intended, but come on! Professional writers are supposed to be better than that. There is no way in hell the author read her story with a careful, critical eye.

Sentences like that are why if you’re going to self-publish original work, you must hire a skilled editor.

There are even more problems embedded in there, but it would give me a headache to start on them.

Thank you, Kindle samples.

Why, yes. I AM in a crabby mood. I’ve been sick since last weekend. How could you tell?

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