Merdre, merdre
1. My essay "It's Not, Quite Frankly, a Wholesome Situation"—in which I boggle happily at one of my favorite movies, The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T (1953)—has been accepted by Weird Fiction Review. There is a distressing chance this will be my first nonfiction publication. I've presented papers, but they never saw print. This journal doesn't count.
2. My poem "Reiselied" has been accepted by Not One of Us. I wrote it for
asakiyume in September: she once saw a guy selling poetry by the train station.
3. Michael Moorcock on Alastair Brotchie on Alfred Jarry. I may try to get hold of a copy; I know nothing of Jarry himself. I am endeared by this sentence: "In 1896, after publishing several books in small, independent editions, Jarry was at last able to get Ubu staged by Aurélien Lugné-Poë at the Théâtre de l'Oeuvre, originally created to promote symbolist works (except nobody was altogether sure what these were)."
4. I can't figure out how to comment on DeviantArt without opening an otherwise pointless account—OpenID appears to be unknown to them—but some person I don't know draws a really quite good Waldo Butters. Apparently this is the year I start behaving like a fan.
5. I got it from rushthatspeaks.
A hundred and eight messages suddenly dumped into my inbox this morning, which I am hoping means that I've finally caught up on the missing e-mail from the last five days. If you have written to me in some fashion that reasonably expects a response and still haven't heard from me by the end of the day, ping me again. I still have no idea what's been going on, but with any luck (hah) it's sorting itself out.
2. My poem "Reiselied" has been accepted by Not One of Us. I wrote it for
3. Michael Moorcock on Alastair Brotchie on Alfred Jarry. I may try to get hold of a copy; I know nothing of Jarry himself. I am endeared by this sentence: "In 1896, after publishing several books in small, independent editions, Jarry was at last able to get Ubu staged by Aurélien Lugné-Poë at the Théâtre de l'Oeuvre, originally created to promote symbolist works (except nobody was altogether sure what these were)."
4. I can't figure out how to comment on DeviantArt without opening an otherwise pointless account—OpenID appears to be unknown to them—but some person I don't know draws a really quite good Waldo Butters. Apparently this is the year I start behaving like a fan.
5. I got it from rushthatspeaks.
A hundred and eight messages suddenly dumped into my inbox this morning, which I am hoping means that I've finally caught up on the missing e-mail from the last five days. If you have written to me in some fashion that reasonably expects a response and still haven't heard from me by the end of the day, ping me again. I still have no idea what's been going on, but with any luck (hah) it's sorting itself out.

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And so it begins...
Congratulations on your new career!
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http://captain-brushpen.blogspot.com/
Also, no. 2: yay!!
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Thank you! Me, too.
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Dude, if I could make a career out of blithering about art I like, I'd take it!
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Sharing is good, right?
*ducks*
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Sorry, I read that fic at work and had to go and get keyboard wipes.
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I just did! It occurred to me immediately after I put up this post . . .
(edit: Her, it looks like.)
I found this sketch also, which isn't bad—it's a self-admitted late-night doodle, but it has the right blend of apprehensive mad science. But the others look like people I went to school with.
Also, no. 2: yay!!
Thank you! It is partly your fault.
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3: OH! I directed scenes from Ubu Roi for school, and my "interesting design" was filled with every 19-year-old-kid-studying-drama cliche you can imagine but we all had so much fun. So much fun that 23 years later it still makes me smile to think of it. Probably the best rehearsal of them all was the one in which we all sat around and tried to think of the most egregious pronunciations possible for each word in the Pater Noster.
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There is a distressing chance this will be my first nonfiction publication.
It's funny, actually--nonfiction is about the only thing I ever have published.
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Interesting piece. Thanks for sharing. I remember reading a review of a staging of Ubu Roi at some point in high school; it stayed in my mind chiefly because a friend liked a band called something like Père Ubu.
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Nice work there. Thanks for sharing it. The lack of OpenID or the like is a frustrating aspect of DA. I have an account there, although I hardly use it; commenting is probably the main reason why I keep it.
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Best RPF ever!
I wish I'd thought about the fact you might like that fic, cos another friend linked me to it nearly a week ago. Glad
I hope your mail problems are indeed sorted.
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No . . . In what capacity?
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Thank you. Thank you very much.
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I'm sorry. I may have failed to provide adequate warnings, although
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Thank you!
Probably the best rehearsal of them all was the one in which we all sat around and tried to think of the most egregious pronunciations possible for each word in the Pater Noster.
That's pretty awesome. I'd have gone to see that production.
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Thank you! I'd enjoy it.
I remember reading a review of a staging of Ubu Roi at some point in high school; it stayed in my mind chiefly because a friend liked a band called something like Père Ubu.
That would be this band. They're great.
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He's a very personable character!
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I read a translation of Ubu Roi in college, but since it didn't cause the top of my head to blow off, either it wasn't a very faithful version or the original play is one of those things that need to be seen to have an effect. I remember Michael Swanwick describing a production at Boskone a few years ago, but I don't remember if he was just in the audience or involved.
I also love the band. These things happen.
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Thank you! It would be fun.
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I have finished A Mayse-Bikhl at last. Superb. I may ping you with a PM about it. Postscripts from the Red Sea may count as one of The Sexiest Poems Ever (I hope that comes across as a compliment).
Thank you for this book; and also for encouraging words (much appreciated this morning).
- Ash
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Thank you. I am counting it as tentative support that this upcoming year might not suck.
Postscripts from the Red Sea may count as one of The Sexiest Poems Ever (I hope that comes across as a compliment).
No, I'm honored! I do take that as a compliment. Thank you.
If you wish to post further, I'd love to hear what you think.
Thank you for this book; and also for encouraging words (much appreciated this morning).
You're very welcome. I hope to be able to reciprocate with some of your work.
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If you have any suggestions . . .
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2. Yay!
5. The which? I think Heloise lives in my building.
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Thank you! I'd love to turn it into a regular gig, although I don't know what the chances are. Are most of my favorite movies actually that weird?
Yay!
Makes me happy!
The which? I think Heloise lives in my building.
Just so long as you don't come home to Abelard and Bernard.