No Good, Horrible, Very Bad News

Kage Baker, one of my favorite writers on the planet, is dying of cancer.

I'm so sad.

Jay Smooth! And his Kitty!

And women's right to choose, and the Hyde Amendment, why it sux.

Go here.

Novel! You can Read It!

Crossed Genres starts the serialization of its first novel tomorrow.  You have to subscribe to have access, so now would be a good time, if you haven't jumped in.  Not only can you access this novel, which is going to rock, but you'll be helping to support one of the best independent SF magazines around. (Yes, I'm the assistant editor, but I held that opinion even before they came to their senses and asked me to join them, so you can overlook that certain bias.)

Also! Look at the number of women writers they publish.  That should yank out your credit cards if nothing else does.  I'm just saying.

And not too pricey, either, btw: less than ten dollars a year.

My Momma She's An Atheist...

So I'm talking to the kid the other night, and I point out that you know, technically, according to Xtian's own rules, Jesus is illegitimate, and --

What? she demands.

Well, God never married Mary, did he? So--

Mom, STOP!

Which isn't really as bad as the whole adultry thing, I added, thoughtfully, since, under the rules of the time, Joseph being betrothed to Mary, that's the same as being married, and God's slipping around with someone else's wife, so--

MOM! You're giving me all these moral dirtclods, and you KNOW I can't throw them!

(I have forbidden her to raise these issues with teh Xtians at her school.)

Which makes this really unkind of me. But I have to show her this article:

Adam's Family Jewels.

“And the Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and He took the bone of Adam’s penis and made him a woman.”

Er, wait, wasn’t it from one of Adam’s ribs that Eve was created?

Not according to Ziony Zevit. A professor of Semitic languages at the American Jewish University in Los Angeles Zevit posits that the Hebrew word tsela (literally “side,” but traditionally translated as “rib”) employed in Genesis refers in fact to Adam’s member.

It cracks me up.

Why I love Ta-Nehisi Coates

On the Lunatic Right:

Leaving aside political cynicism, this entire affair proves that the GOP is not simply still infected with the vestiges of white supremacy and racism, but is neither aware of the infection, nor understands the disease. Listening to Liz Cheney explain why Harry Reid's comments were racist, was like listening to me give lessons on the finer points of the comma splice. This a party, rightly or wrongly, regarded by significant portions of the country as a haven for racists. They aren't simply having a hard time re-branding, they don't actually understand how and why they got the tag.

These guys are lost. But Michael Steele's "off the hook" strategy will, presumably, point the way back. Not for nothing, I offer the wise and venerable words of my people: Negro, please.

Right-Wing Racism

Here, right here, besides a wryly droll picture, we have a post that distills the true nature of the American Right -- the reason so many of us dislike and distrust it so deeply, as well.

People who lived in freer societies (little or no slavery) with more democratic governments (annually elected local officials) were more comfortable with taxation than people who lived in less free societies (lots of slavery) with less democratic governments (appointed local officials). Liberty and democracy actually produced better and higher taxes in early American history!

During winter break, I spent some time with my family, during which I did my very best not to get in any fist-fights.  This is difficult, as I am, as readers of this blog know, an atheist and a socialist, and many of my relatives are fairly far to the right, not to mention fucking Christians -- or, even, those who aren't fucking a Christian, Christians themselves.  It's a dread neighborhood.

But I drank a certain amount of rum and bit hard on my tongue and behaved.  No, really, I did.

It was only this one incident....one conversation...where I was informed that certain relatives of mine using the n-word, that was no different that me and my friends using the f-word.  Just a difference in fashion, see?  It was the fashion in my circle to say fuck, and it was the fashion in that other circle to call people n*gg*rs and what was the difference?  Nothing, and I was an idiot if I thought otherwise.

I recollect a time when my kid was a toddler, when one of my brothers said fuck around her.  "Oops," he said.  "I guess I shouldn't say the f-word around your kid."

"Say fuck all you like around her," I said.  "Just don't say the n-word around her."

Because there is a difference, frankly, between these two words, and it has nothing to do with fashion, though yes, it does have to do with the ethics and the mores of the two social circles.  I don't deny that.

One circle -- that would be mine -- has stopped fretting about using words that are marked as vulgar due to class.  These would be words like shit and fuck.  They also don't worry about words that are marked as obscene for religious reasons.

The other circle would never use low-class words like fuck, though I imagine they might say shit if pressed.  Probably they don't take Jesus's name in vain.  Laws no. But racist words are dandy.  God, you see, outranks them.  Brown people are below them.  It's all status to this lot, I suppose.

This is why I believe they're wrong: they're creating harm in the world with their racist epithets.  When they use those terms, they teach their children, and each other, that (brown) people have less value than other people: that it's all right to denigrate them.  Each time they use these terms, they devalue the common humanity of their fellow humans a bit more -- I know probably they don't actually believe black and brown people are human; not they way they are human and their children are human; but this is why they don't believe it: because they talk this way, and were raised and encouraged to talk this way.  That is what is wrong with that sort of speech.

Anyway.  I didn't launch into this diatribe at the time, as much as I wanted to, because, well, what would have been the point?  And I didn't want a fight.  But I've been sulled up about it since, so.

So y'all had to listen to it, like you need to hear it, I know.

Gah.

Sadly, Winter Break Ends

Tomorrow is our Pre-School conference; Monday, Spring Semester begins.  Since I am not hardly done with revising the novel I wanted to finish revising (though I did finish and submit one short story, and not only revised but submitted and had another totally rejected already -- yay, me!) I am grumpy.

Also, what a bitch this semester looks to be.  No writing days at all, and Herr Dr. Delagar is only barely part-time.  I will be over-worked, he will be underpaid: poor and exhausted.  

But I'm teaching Chaucer, and I found a new HEL book.  And the revision is going well, so when I find a few hours to work on it, I'll be able to work.  So.

Why We Should Love the GOP

Yeah, why was that again?

War on Terra

Brilliant post by Paul Campos over at LG & M today on another problem with the War on Terror (not to mention the war on drugs, etc).

The typical Congressional subcommittee chairman or cable news anchor or syndicated columnist can’t really imagine not being able to afford to take his child to a doctor, or being wrongly convicted of a crime, but he is quite capable of imagining being on a Paris to New York flight that’s blown out of the sky.

Gah!

When do we break out the dart-guns filled with Prozac?

The Right has gone insane!

Oh Boy!

It's actually snowing here today!

The weather guy issued a WEATHER ALERT!

Because we're going to get up to one-half an inch of LIGHT SNOW!

OMG!!1!!

(It's very exciting.)

Update plus Book Report

I spent the day doing laundry, cleaning house, and writing, and feel amazingly virtuous in consequence.  Nothing like an absence of clutter to fortify the soul.

In between emptying litter baskets and scrubbing out sinks, I lolled about eating bagels and cheese and reading Larry McMurtry's ancient and massive novel, Moving On, which I read a billion years ago when I was in graduate school and only recently rediscovered on the shelves of the Fort Smith Public Library (where, as Herr Doctor Delagar likes to comment, you can find any book you want, so long as it is a best seller from 1977).

I had forgotten how good McMurtry used to be.  This and Lonesome Dove were my favorite books by him; and this, I think, is his best.  It's about a billion pages long, mind you (in contrast to his first novel, Horseman, Pass By, which was, I believe, six pages long), but not only does it contain wonderful and wonderfully brief descriptions of the American West, and American Westerners (I love Jim's step-uncle, Roger, out on his ranch), it contains what may be the only realistic portrayals of American marriages I've ever encountered in a novel.

It also reminds me -- and given that McMurtry was also in graduate school, I'm thinking this is deliberate -- of Chaucer's marriage group.

Anyway, if you have the patience, and the upper body strength, it's worth the read.

The GOP these days...

I don't usually agree with Andrew Sullivan, but I gotta give him a big heh yeah for this post.

If you believe in torture, support the GOP. That's what conservatism is now all about.

Meanwhile, I can't stop listening to Rilo Kiley.

Snow!

The weather guy once again predicts snow for our little river valley.  Hah, I no longer believe his coy promises.  It will be more drizzle and sleet.

Meanwhile, Herr Dr. Delagar made the best Sole Meuniere I have ever eaten for dinner last night, even if he did have to use cod rather than sole, sole not being available in Pork Smith.

(What is available in Pork Smith? So glad you asked.  We went out yesterday afternoon to use the kid's book card, at BooksAMillion, that being nearly the only bookstore in town, but of course it did not have the book she wanted.  Six rows of Bibles of various sorts, yes, four shelves of Science Fascism, mais oui, but a copy of Cressida Cowell's new book, no.  Though I was interested to discover two shelves of shrink-wrapped Yaoi among the manga.  Hmm!)

We all have mild colds, relics of our travels.  I plan to spend the day working on my SF stories and drinking coffee.  The kid is playing with her paper kitties (she has drawn dozens of small paper cats, like paper dolls, only cats, which she keeps in an empty Russell Stover box, and constructs elaborate narratives around.  Lately I find 3 or 4 of these kitties in the hallway, outside her room.  "There are kitties in the hallway," I comment.  "Those are the bad kitties," she tells me sternly.) as well as keeping up with her RPGs and online chatgroups and RW friends.  She has a very busy life for an eleven year old, and is deeply distressed that school takes up again on Monday.

"Maybe I'll be too sick to go," she said hopefully, as I gave her her cold medicine this morning.

2010 and --!

It's the first day of 2010 and a new issue of Crossed Genres is out.  Since this is the first issue for which I served as assistant editor, y'all should definitely link over and read.  Excellent stories this month.  

Also!  Soon the novel will be available for serialization, only to those who have subscribed, so if you haven't subscribed yet, dudes, what are you saving it for, beer money?

Here at chez delagar, the bagels were excellent.  I made both poppy seed and sesame, and we had them with what passes for lox in Pork Smith.  It was our New Year's Eve celebration.  Then I drank ginger ale and rum while HDD had his red wine and the kid drank water from a wine glass and by ten p.m. we were in bed.  Yeah, we're bad.

(This has nothing to do with anything, but while I was hunting the bagel recipe I came across it and cannot help including it.)