To Mourn, or Not to Mourn?

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Posted by TERESA

There have been more than the usual number of celebrity deaths this week.  Ed McMahon died earlier this week, and today had the deaths of Farrah Fawcett, after losing her battle with cancer, and more recently, Michael Jackson, of heart failure.

While they all saddened me, as they each in their way took a piece of my childhood with them (I used to say ‘Heeeeeeeeere’s, Johnny!’ all the time when I was little, and made fun of my sister’s ‘Farrah hair’), it was Michael Jackson’s death that prompted me to write something.  Not just because I was a fan of his music, though I was.  I loved his stuff pretty much all the way up to his Dangerous album.  Not just out of nostalgia, though Michael Jackson’s music, be it with the Jackson 5 or solo, was some of the first pop music I ever listened to.

What prompted me to write this was the reactions to his death.  For every person who was posting sad comments on Twitter, or posting old music videos in tribute on Facebook, there was someone else talking about how glad they were he was dead, or how we shouldn’t pretend that he wasn’t a child molester who should be in jail.

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What surprised me wasn’t that those reactions existed – Michael Jackson’s always been a controversial figure – but how angry they made me.  While I loved the man’s music, and respected his place in pop culture, I was never a Michael Jackson fanatic.  Truth be told, before today I couldn’t tell you the last time I’d heard a song of his.  (No wait.  I listened to my Jackson 5’s Greatest Hits CD the other day.  Never mind.) Yet every time I saw someone either speaking ill of him, making light of his death or acting as though we should focus only on the man’s flaws, I got angry.  I couldn’t put my finger on why until I started to write this.

Those comments smack of hatefulness and hypocrisy.

First, it isn’t up to anyone to police grief.  If someone is upset about someone’s death, it isn’t your job to tell them they’re wrong for doing it.  Hateful.

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Second, imagine this:

You’re born into a large familly with an emotionally (and sometimes physically) abusive father who pretty much pushes you into a music career before you’re remotely near puberty.  This then becomes YOUR LIFE – at the expense of freedom and normal socialization.  It’s as though you’re being punished for being more talented than your other brothers and sisters.  You get older under the constant glare of the spotlight.  There is a solace in music…but on one side your father makes you feel worthless even though you’re the cash cow (Your nose is too big), and on the other you are the BIGGEST STAR IN THE WORLD, which means that you are loved, but impersonally.  You become a well-attended exhibit at the zoo.  You become dehumanized, as any humanity you might have held onto has been replaced with words like “icon.”  After decades, it becomes the only way you know how to interact with the world.

In trying to hold onto your humanity, you latch onto childhood, possibly trying to recreate the one you never really got to enjoy.   This gets you into trouble, because as you’ve been building a fantasy world – creating a child’s play paradise as your home, owning a chimp, dressing up in elaborate costumes – you haven’t figured out how to engage as well with adults.  You try, but it never seems to work as well.

And all the while, people are dancing to your songs in clubs, watching your videos, loving and buying the music.

You’ve mutilated your face to meet with your father’s approval – approval you’re probably never going to get – and people use your love of children and childhood to make a monster of you in the court of public opinion in exchange for hefty payment.  The world of adults has taught you that you are nothing but a commodity to be bought and sold at their whim.  And so you retreat further into childishness…

And all the while, people are dancing to your songs in clubs, watching your videos, loving and buying the music.

Only now, you are also fodder for talk show hosts and comedians.  And they’re not just making good-natured jokes, but very personal ones about you, your family, your children…And everything you do, be it respond in song, face it head-on in a TV interview, or retreat from public view, only seems to exacerbate things.  You’re stuck between a rock and a hard place and the gates of hell.

And all the while, people are dancing to your songs in clubs, watching your videos, loving and buying the music.

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Picking up on a theme here?  Michael Jackson’s music has continued to sell.  But not only that – he’s continued to sell magazines, get ratings for TV networks, and have other people make money at his expense.  From the time he was about eight or nine, the American public has been complicit with his father in driving him so far off the deep end that, when asked about it in an interivew, he visibly cannot understand why anyone would think it’s wrong that a child that isn’t his sleeps in his bed.  We’ve continued to buy and enjoy his music as we’ve fed him to the wolves.  Hypocrisy.

Lastly, we don’t just mourn the man.  Only his family and close friends knew him enough to really mourn him.  For the rest of us, it is the passing of an artist we respect, a piece of our childhoods, an influence in music, fashion, dance.  We’ve also lost someone who spent much of his life raising awareness and funds for AIDS research, children’s charities, and the poor and hungry in Africa.

I don’t understand anyone who feels the need to jump on the Death Celebration Train.  Call me crazy, naive, or a bleeding heart, but I’ve never been someone who could be happy about someone’s death.  One of my first thoughts after I heard about Jackson’s death was about his kids.  I’m not trying to be funny, but those kids aren’t accustomed to normal sunlight.  I can’t imagine what they’ll go through now that the one adult they had who was making sense of the world for them – nonsensical as it may have seemed to us – is gone. 

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Hell, even when Saddam Hussein died I didn’t jump on the celebration bandwagon.  One of my first thoughts was Someone, somewhere misses him and is sad he’s gone.  And HE didn’t write Thriller.

RIP Michael.  Thanks for the music.

Published in: on June 25, 2009 at 11:13 PM  Comments (8)  
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Group Story

Posted by ADAM

A few years ago when I was living in France, Teresa and I wrote a story. One of us would write an installment in a notebook and send that notebook through the mail to the other who would write the next installment. We talked about doing it again on a blog ever since. Well, inspired by recent events, I would like to offer this beginning of a story for Teresa or any other of the Revolving Door bloggers to continue.

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It was nine o’clock in the evening. It was Monday, June 29. The country was licking its wounds after another day of relentless attacks on green protestors by police and Basji vigilante groups. TVs were flipping on all over the country. Ali Khamenei flipped his on.

These had been troubling weeks and the Grand Ayatollah was working late. He’d been eating antacids like popcorn ever since the election and trying to wrap his mind around the Internet. To him, it belonged to a different world. Ali was a politician but he had been a spiritual man first and there was something crass about the web that had always repelled him. Add to that his country’s isolation, his age (he would turn seventy in less than a month) and the fact that he had spent twenty years, the entire life of the Internet, as his country’s Supreme Leader. He hadn’t driven a car himself in all that time. He hadn’t done his laundry. He certainly had never surfed the web, there were secretaries and assistants and advisors for that. It had always seemed like something beneath his interest but now when one silly girl gets herself shot at a protest and it’s all over the world in minutes now thanks to this pernicious invention.

“It’s like a new world,” he said to himself quietly, without bitterness, and then left off thinking about it. President Obama was about to speak on State Television.

For now the government station was running a piece about Ahmadinejad. What an idiot, Ali thought. Any fool could have fixed an election better. You only need 51 percent to win an election. The rest is just for your ego. Why not make the margin narrower and then engineer yourself a narrow victory in the second round? It would be more believable. Now every time Ali went on TV and claimed Mahmoud had won, fair and square, no one believed him. I look like an idiot too, he thought darkly. Only a fool would believe me. Fortunately we have plenty of those in Iran, like in any other country.

On the TV, Ali could see Obama walking to the podium in the White House press room, thousands of miles away. Ali prayed he would slip up. So far the American president hadn’t said much that Ali could use to fan fear of foreign involvement in the protests. Perhaps tonight.

“Tonight I have a message for the people of Iran,” said Obama, as a Persian translator dubbed his voice. “I want to dispel the vicious rumor that the United States and Israel rigged the disputed Iranian elections in President Admadineajad’s favor. There have been charges in certain quarters that the CIA and the Israeli Mossad manipulated the election because because President Admadineajad was more likely to give us an excuse to attack Iran’s nuclear facilities. This is a patently false allegation. It slanders the character of the United States of America. Tonight I have a message for all Iranians. This nation desires nothing but continued peaceful co-existence with Iran.”

Obama spoke for a few more minutes but Ali didn’t need to listen. He knew that the massive network of e-mails and text messages and tweets of which he knew so little had already jumped to life with this new injection of information.

Obama’s gambit was clear enough. Firstly, Ali had never heard the rumor the President had mentioned. It had no following in Iran. If it existed at all it was very obscure. A presidential denial would do nothing but catapult it to global prominence. Ali knew the very idea that Americans and Israelis had influenced the election in Admadineajad’s favor was ridiculous. The whole Guardian Council knew Mahmoud had fixed the vote himself. But none of it mattered. The Internet moved ten times faster than the speed of reason. The only people Ali had had any luck in convincing that the election was real were the paranoid fools who believed Americans were inciting the protesters. The new rumor that Obama had just planted was just the sort of ridiculous thing they would latch onto.

Ali ate another antacid and buried his face in his hands. He had no idea what would happen next but he knew there would be sleepless nights to come.

Published in: on June 24, 2009 at 4:48 PM  Leave a Comment  

Green = Revolution

Just like us.

Just like us.

The Itinerant Artists already think that “Going Green” is pretty important from an environmental standpoint.  But these days, green means something entirely different; something that’s also very important.

Unless you’ve been living under a rock lately, you know about what’s going on in Iran.  None of us here at The Commune are experts on the situation by any means, but being the artsy, politically active bohemian-types we are, we stand in solidarity with the people of Iran who are trying to ensure that their elections are and remain fair, and that they are allowed their voices – dissident ones included.

This blog, along with many others, has gone green to show our support, and will remain so until the situation ends, or comes to a standstill.  It isn’t much, but we’re doing it in the hopes that some Iranian citizen brave enough to use the internet to organize protests might come across a sea of green and know that they shouldn’t be discouraged; that they have support; and that there’s a whole, wide world out here that cares what happens to them.

ما با شما ايستاده است. ادامه مبارزه با! 🙂

– Head Commune-ist

Published in: on June 18, 2009 at 12:07 PM  Comments (2)  
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Dispatch From The Commune #7: Up and Down and Up Again

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First of all, two of our Itinerant Artists have experienced losses in their families recently.  They’re both fine, and The Commune has been giving them hugs this week, but we also ask that anyone reading this keep them in your prayers and thoughts and send your good vibes their way.  Thanks.  Much love and many hugs from The Commune to their respective families.  We wish you all the strength you need to get through this difficult time. 

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No.  None of us drew this.

No. None of us drew this.

This has been a strangely up and down week for the Itinerant Artists.  Both TERESA and ADAM had Disappointments in Dateville this past week.  But, while Adam’s disappointment was merely a matter of scheduling and the lady (whom he’s already been out with before) is clearly still interested, Teresa’s first foray into online dating didn’t go nearly as well.  While she had a good time on her date, she doesn’t think any more will come of it.  The silver lining?  Her first online date is over, thereby making subsequent dates easier and less nerve-wracking.  Apparently.

There was some short-lived drama in the house as LINDSAY and Adam got into a big blow-up over their mutually purchased box fan of all things, but that situation has since been smoothed over as both parties realized that the fight was ridiculous to begin with!

Teresa tried going to Lindsay’s cupcake-baking trainer, but after getting lost in Brooklyn trying to meet up with Lindsay there for her first session, she realized that she’d rather excersise closer to her home.  For free. 

It hasn’t been all down and out though.  Example: EMILY’S been coming over to satisfy her new Star Trek addiction.  She’s been watching Next Generation episodes and loving it!  She just may be becoming a Trekkie…

And speaking of Emily.  We’ll have another lawyer in our midst in a couple of years!  Emily just got accepted to Brooklyn Law, meaning that she WON’T BE LEAVING US IN THE FALL!  There has been much Huzzah-ing in the land tonight.  Just this evening there was a celebratory dinner at Igloo, one of The Commune’s favorite local spots, attended by Emily, LIZ, LORI, Adam, and Teresa.  It was there that Emily infected all of their brains with an addictive game where you pretty much just insert the word “vagina” into movie titles for humor value.  Examples:

Dr. Strangelove, or How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love the Vagina

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Vagina

Y Tu Mama Vagina

The Land Before Vagina

The Manchurian Vagina.

Go ahead.  TRY not to come up with any of your own.  You can’t HELP yourself, can you?!

– Head Commune-ist

Published in: on June 17, 2009 at 10:17 PM  Leave a Comment  
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Pink Raygun Post: TRUE BLOOD 2.1 – “Nothing But the Blood”

True Blood: Revolving Door Commune APPROVED!

True Blood: Revolving Door Commune APPROVED!

Posted by TERESA

As I was last TV season, I am Pink Raygun’s go-to gal for all things True Blood!  The first of my reviews for this season has just posted today!

Excerpt:

Season Two of True Blood is amazing right out of the gate.  The scope of the series is getting broader, and every character is being given thorough attention, as are their relationships to each other.  Including The Fellowship of the Sun in a more central way not only allows Jason to be more complex, but brings dealing with vampires into the world outside Bon Temps.  We’re also beginning to see more clearly the non-mainstream attitude among vampires that was hinted at in Season One.  Eric is clearly taking justice into his own hands when it comes to defending his own, and the clash between mainstreamed and non-mainstreamed vamps is coming to a boil.  Even Bill, the Mainstream Vampire poster boy has trouble reconciling his desire for humanity with the ease with which he can kill.  And as we discover by the end of this episode, finding out that Rene was the serial killer last season doesn’t mean that Sookie Stackhouse is through with violence or dead bodies.  As sadistic as it might be, we wouldn’t have it any other way!  “Nothing But the Blood” was enthralling, fast-paced, and insanely hot.

For the full review, including my highlights from the episode and new Commune-coined, True Blood-specific sexual slang, CLICK HERE.

True Blood is the one show that is guaranteed to bring ALL the Itinerant Artists together.  There are sci-fi geeks in the house, there are fantasy geeks, and there are general pop culture geeks.  True Blood bridges all those gaps and is REVOLVING DOOR COMMUNE-APPROVED!  If you haven’t been watching already, Season One is available on DVD (and is still On Demand, I think) and you’re just in time to start DVR-ing Season Two!  Get crackin’!

Published in: on June 17, 2009 at 11:07 AM  Comments (1)  
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Housing Works (as does Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer!)

Photo by Kathryn Yu

Photo by Kathryn Yu

Posted by TERESA

Teresa the Celebutante Week continued on Wednesday, June 3rd at SPIN magazine’s benefit for Housing Works Bookstore in SoHo NYC, featuring Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer.

One of the things I love most about events involving my favorite artists is the standing in line.  I know, that’s supposed to be my least favorite part.  But I love striking up conversations with strangers, because I know that there are at least some things we have in common (we like the same author/musician/actor/artist after all), and chances are good that there’ll be a lot more.  Before the crowd was allowed to enter the bookstore, I got to talking with one of the writers I follow on Twitter, Chelsea Summers, and a lovely friend of hers, two young female friends who’d come all the way from Denver and Pittsburgh because they are huge AFP fans (one of them had won 2 VIP tickets in a Housing Works online auction), and one adorable scientist dude who is a huge Neil Gaiman fan.  (too bad he was married.  I would’ve totes flirted more had he not been)  The conversation was a lot of fun, and included comparisons of microscopes, best routes to Michigan, and AFP sex gossip! (I won’t say who had that info)

However, there are two kinds of people you can meet at events like these.  Cool people who are interesting to talk to, like the folks above….and people who are so wrapped up in what THEY like that they have no time or patience for anyone who won’t allow them go on ad nauseum about it.  Case in point: red-head standing next to me once I got into the store and had found a place in the crowd in which to stand.  I thought she seemed nice at first, which is why I struck up conversation in the first place, but she became obnoxious really quickly.  We got to the point in our chat where we discussed whether we were NG fans, AFP fans, or both.  She went on and on about how she was an AFP fan and proceeded to list the entirety of concerts and events she’d attended and what happened at each.  Then, when I started to talk about how I was a Neil Gaiman fan first and came to AFP’s music through him, telling her about Sandman/American Gods/etc, she cut me off by saying “Yeah, I really really don’t care about him.”  Um, thanks.  Apparently, you don’t care about listening to me either.

It reminded me of when I went to see Alanis Morrisette and Tori Amos in concert at Jones Beach years ago.  I was a fan of both, but I was more excited to see Morrisette because I was more familiar with her stuff.  The Tori fans eyed the Morrisette fans as if they were an abomination (you could pick them out in their military fatigues, dark spiky hair, tattoos, Goth skirts.  The Morrisette fans were mostly in Indian-inspired fashions, or broomstick skirts and had henna tattoos), and then after Tori performed left before Alanis started.  I never understood that mentality – loving your favorite artist at the expense of all others.  Everyone has favorites, but does that mean you never expose yourself to anyone else’s work ever again?  Crazy.  What I love about any art form is that if you follow it or the artist closely enough, it will lead you to other interesting things….but I digress.

Obnoxious redhead aside, the vibe in the room was great.  Moby was there so, you know, that was intersting.  And of course Kyle Cassidy, photographer extraordinaire who photographed much of the Who Killed Amanda Palmer book NG and AFP were there promoting, was there. Although, how HUGE a nerd am I that I got all giddy and excited when I saw that Merrilee Heifetz was there? 

Me: OMG, Merrilee Heifetz is here! 

Obnoxious Redhead: Who? 

Me: She’s like this huge literary agentohnevermind…

Photo by Kathryn Yu

Photo by Kathryn Yu

The event itself was amazing.  I’d never heard AFP perform before, and she totally won me over.  As I told her later, she plays with a passion that I love, as if she’s attacking the piano.  She is an artist that I definitely appreciate more live.  Her recordings are great, but they’re merely placeholders between live gigs as far as I’m concerned.  She played a Dresden Dolls songs that I fell in love with, called “Perfect Fit”, and a solo song called “Dear Old House That I Grew Up In” , both of which I related to in surprising ways and almost made me cry.  She ended with a cover of a Tegan and Sara song called “Dark Come Soon”, which was lovely and also made me want to investigate Tegan and Sara stuff more.

Photo by Kathryn Yu

Photo by Kathryn Yu

Alternating with her was Neil Gaiman, who read some great stories from the WKAP book.  I could listen to that man read the phone book.  The highlight, however, was when he graced us with an awesome story he’d never made public before, about a guy who’s making a living as a living statue, falls in love with a passerby, and stalks her, ending up very very still in her apartment.  It was SO CREEPY!  Loved it, and can’t wait for it to end up in a collection somewhere.

After the performances/readings, we were treated to a very enjoyable session of “Ask Amanda/Neil” in which Amanda and Neil asked each other questions submitted in advance by the audience.  It was during this Very Special Q&A that Neil announced that they are dating.  A fan asked “So Neil, when are you going to admit that you’re dating Amanda Palmer already?”  Amanda chose that because she wanted to “see what [he’d] say.”  He smiled sheepishly, looked to Amanda for approval, and when it was clear that she had no problem with making an announcement said “We’ve been dating for months, actually.”  The crowd cheered!  Mostly because it’s been so OBVIOUS to so many of us for so long that we were simply relieved that we could talk about it openly without seeming like we were just speculating or spreading rumors.

Because clearly, what was important about this revelation was giving the fans the ability to gossip freely and with clear consciences.  Heh.

There was also the auction of one of the only copies of WKAP available in this country (Neil’s reading copy with his notes in it, PLUS doodles in it by the creators, PLUS additional copies of naked AFP photos) that went to one very generous gentleman for $1300, which all went to Housing Works.  And then, of course, there was the long-ass line to get things signed.  It wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected, given the lines I’m used to standing in for Neil Gaiman.  I spoke with Kyle Cassidy and Beth Hommel (AFP’s assistant), both of whom shot photos for the WKAP book, before getting into line, and I asked them to sign a page in my sketchbook that I would then get signed by AFP and NG and put into my pre-purchased copy of the book when I get it next month.  They were both so sweet!  Really good people.

Got to Amanda Palmer and told her that I was a new fan, and she was very nice.  When she signed the page in my sketchbook, she scrawled her greeting and name AAAAAALL over the rest of the blank page, leaving no real room for everyone else…Got to Neil, and I told him that, while I’d met him several times before, I’d never gotten a picture with him, and I asked if he would mind taking one then.  He was extremely nice about doing it, despite my camera being stupid and not going off when it was supposed to.  This dude I’d made friends with in line behind me took it, and I finally have my photo (below).  Huzzah!  Then, instead of finding space on the page I’d told him I was putting into my copy of WKAP, he turned the page and drew me an enormous skull and crossbones made out to me and signed at the bottom.  (this is important for an upcoming entry)

Photo by Random Dresden Dolls Fan Dude Behind Me In Line

Photo by Random Dresden Dolls Fan Dude Behind Me In Line

It was a wonderful and fun evening, made more wonderful by the fact that I’d see both AFP and Neil Gaiman again later in the week!

Between Abacuses and Teddy Bears

installation view; <i>Studies</i>, 15 x 11  ft, mixed media, 2009

installation view; Studies; 15 x 11 ft; mixed media; 2009

Posted by RUTH

Ed. Note: These images are from Commune Cohort, Ruth’s, graduate exhibition as she completed her Master’s degree from the Cranbrook Academy of Art!  Congrats, Ruthie!  You made it!  Now go make beautiful things!

– Head Commune-ist

I was first drawn to metalsmithing as a means of making functional objects. It seemed that such things, given their routine use, were most likely to mean something in a person’s everyday life. I saw a tea party in a teapot, an engagement in a ring, and myself in a spoon. Each thing was more than an object—it was a symbol and representation of a group of people, an attachment between people, or an extension of myself. When I made these things, it was not what I created that made them valuable to me, but the people who would become invested in them.

detail; <i>Studies</i>; 11 x 10.5 x 6 in.; tracing paper, sterling silver; 2009

detail; Studies; 11 x 10.5 x 6 in.; tracing paper, sterling silver; 2009

Since then I have focused on a more general use of objects—how people use the abstract significance of a thing as a tool, toy, and model to understand and change their relationships and their environments. I draw from two types of objects: transitional objects, such as teddy bears, and controlled systems, such as abacuses.

detail; <i>Studies</i>; sterling silver, lead, stick graphite; 2009

detail; Studies; sterling silver, lead, stick graphite; 2009

Everyone knows what a teddy bear signifies. The conception is different for everyone, since everyone has a personal experience with a teddy bear, yet the form and image of a teddy bear is universally understood. As transitional objects, teddy bears offer a person a way to test the larger, uncontrollable environment or society. An abacus uses an abstracted language and exists in a nebulous context. The variables must be defined for every new calculation, but the system is small and easily manipulated. This work exists between abacuses and teddy bears.

detail; <i>Studies</i>; eyeglass lenses, jewelry boxes; 2009

detail; Studies; eyeglass lenses, jewelry boxes; 2009

Published in: on June 13, 2009 at 7:57 PM  Leave a Comment  
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My First Comics Piece at PopMatters!

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Posted by TERESA

After lots of changes within the editorial staff and lots of waiting and wondering, a new editor has been selected for the comics section at PopMatters.com, and my first review has finally been posted!  Check out my take on the most recent Runaways story arc, Dead Wrong.

Excerpt:

The poor characterization in “Dead Wrong” points to a failure of the creative team. The biggest failure in a successful comic title is to deny established continuity. A creative team should not impose themselves on a title, but instead should become a part of it.  It is the difference between being an obvious tourist and getting to know the locals.

From now on, I’ll probably be contributing in a more bloggy way over at PopMatters.  The new editor seems to appreciate my informal, yet intelligent voice and thinks I’d be better served by blog entries instead of straight reviews.  I love editors who are good at feeling out the strengths of their writers!  This will be fun!  *realizes that pitches for blog entries are due today and runs to do them*

Published in: on June 12, 2009 at 3:57 PM  Leave a Comment  
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Karma

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Posted by TERESA

It’s a brave thing to live your artistic dreams in the face of naysayers and practical meaners-well.  That wasn’t a word before, but it is now.  In any case, it’s a brave thing to try and make a living doing what you really love.  Sometimes it works really well (see Stephen King’s career) and sometimes it doesn’t.  Very often, it doesn’t because we live in a society that values success, but doesn’t value the getting there.  Our society values the awards, TV appearances, lecture tours that are the product of success, but they don’t acknowledge how difficult it is to get to that point.  I suppose it doesn’t make as interesting a blurb on the news, or as light-hearted a sidebar in a magazine…

I came across this link via Neil Gaiman’s Twitter today (why does talking about anyone’s “Twitter” always sound so dirty?).  I don’t know why it struck such a chord with me.  Maybe it’s because she does what I do.  Maybe it’s because she’s my age.  Or maybe it’s because I believe we should value our artists, not just when they “hit it big”, but always.  Anyway, read it.  Check out Catherynne M. Valente’s other work at her website.  If you’re into it, subscribe to her book.  The internet is about free content, but it’s also a means by which artists can make a living by connecting them directly with people (like us!) who might appreciate their work.

Published in: on June 11, 2009 at 6:32 PM  Leave a Comment  
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Introducing the Itinerant Felines

Posted by LINDSAY

Better late than never- the revolving door blog has been open for business for quite a while already, and we have yet to formally introduce the most recent denizens of our humble abode:

Angel/Demon Spawn

Angel,

Sophie/ Demon Shit

and Sophie.

These somewhat maleficent moggies have been amusing us  (and wreaking havoc ) for nearly two months now.  They found their way to us through Animal Care and Control’s Safety Net program. Safety Net provides free pet boarding to people experiencing hardship while they get back on their feet, so that they don’t have to give up their animals.

Angel and Sophie come from a very loving single parent family in the Bronx (who spoiled them rotten), that was evicted from their apartment after mom lost her job. The kitties will be hanging out with us until their people have gotten settled into a new place. I think it’s safe to say we are all hoping that that will be sooner rather than later, for both our sakes and theirs.

Don’t get me wrong, I love cats- these two definitely have their cute moments (primarily when they’re sleeping). And Sophie plays fetch, which is adorable. But Angel… Well, I’ve never come across a cat so bent on mass destruction. We’re all starting to feel like grandparents who are eagerly awaiting that moment when their children come back from the weekend away, so the grandkids can be taken back where they came from.

Published in: on June 10, 2009 at 6:27 PM  Leave a Comment  
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