Do you love an apple? Do you love a pear?
A good thing among all the stress and chaos: my contributor's copy of Not One of Us #54 arrived. It's the home body issue, featuring work by Patricia Russo, Holly Day, Gillian Daniels, Yoon Ha Lee, and Erik Amundsen among others. I have two pieces in the table of contents, both other people's faults. "A Cherry Without a Stone" was written to a prompt from
yhlee: "a siege of cherry blossoms." It's one of my rare forays into secondary-world fantasy; it appears accompanied by an illustration by Yoon, the original of which I am lucky enough to have here still on a shelf beside me. "Keep the Home Fires Burning" was inspired by this post of
ashlyme's and is almost certainly a ghost poem. Order here! It is a good slice of autumn and estrangement, which about fits how I'm feeling right now.

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It's kind of one of those beautiful failures (I think it made no money) that I can't help but love, it's like vaudeville sort of transferred to movie, or the best it ever was anyway. NB This is the kind of thing I adore that I can never convince anyone else to watch with me, apart from maybe the Bing Crosby bits.
King of Jazz is a 1930 American color film starring Paul Whiteman and His Orchestra. The film's title was taken from Whiteman's controversial, self-conferred appellation. Although using the word to describe Whiteman's music may seem absurd today, at the time the film was made, "jazz", to the general public, meant the jazz-influenced syncopated dance music which was being heard everywhere on phonograph records and through radio broadcasts. (wiki) (wtf, Wiki, not everyone thinks jazz is Miles and Coltrane)
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I don't think I've ever heard of King of Jazz. Two-strip Technicolor! Thank you!
(I am catching up on comments.)