Sony Will Bring The Wheel of Time to TV
Blood and bloody ashes!
If this actually happens, I will gleefully attend the first Darkfriend Social.
“It will rain.” they say. They say that every day. And every day, you wait. How long have you waited? You don’t know anymore.
You stop at a dusty intersection. At all corners, there are people with fruit stands. The cherries are 2 dollars a pound. You see the sign saying no stands. You look to the police. They have one too. The strawberries are a dollar a basket.
You’re walking in LA along Hollywood Boulevard. You walk along the stars. It feels like forever. So many and yet so many still. You eventually find your own name on one for film. You have never been in a movie. Or so you think.
“Let’s go to In-N-Out,” says your friend. Which one? There are no other burger places around. There is only In-N-Out. There is always only In-N-Out.
You walk past a person in a Dodgers hat. Not uncommon. Everyone owns one. Everyone you walk past wears one. You reach up onto your head. You are one of them.
You go to a restaurant with a friend. Everything is gluten free. You don’t mind. Everything is. What even is gluten? You don’t know, but you are horrified by it.
The beach is nice in the summer. The beach is nice in spring. The beach is nice. The beach is your friend, your overlord. You must respect it. Bow to it before stepping on its sandy shores.
You get onto the 405. Siri says you only go 5 miles before getting off on the exit ramp. It has been decades since she said that last. Your hands are old and wrinkled as they grip the wheel. Siri says you have 4 miles to go. It’s faster than usual.
You park your car on the side of the road and get out. The beach. You look at the top of your car to find a surfboard. You don’t own a surfboard. You do now and have accepted it as your new way of life. You go to put on your wetsuit.
Your friend says she has tickets to the next concert. You ask where. She laughs. It is everywhere. The Bowl. The Forum. Staples Center. It is everywhere at once. All concerts are.
You debate on where to go for summer vacation. The fight ensues. Magic Mountain, Knott’s Berry Farm, Universal Studios, and Disneyland. They fight for your affection and your money for when summer comes. This happens every year.
The palm tree outside your window waves at you in the wind. The palm trees are your ever present, looming protector. They are always watching.
You hear the chiming of the elotero’s cart. You grab your money and run out the door. There is no elotero. The bell still rings. It always rings.
29: An Interview with Jay Bushman
Do you want to listen to me prattle on about the Lizzie Bennet Diaries? Then the Pemberley Podcast has you covered!
The Science of How Our Minds and Our Bodies Converge in the Healing of Trauma
In trauma survivors, Van der Kolk notes, the parts of the brain that have evolved to monitor for danger remain overactivated and even the slightest sign of danger, real or misperceived, can trigger an acute stress response accompanied by intense unpleasant emotions and overwhelming sensations. Such posttraumatic reactions make it difficult for survivors to connect with other people, since closeness often triggers the sense of danger. And yet the very thing we come to most dread after experiencing trauma — close contact with other people — is also the thing we most need in order to regain psychoemotional solidity and begin healing. Van der Kolk writes:
Being able to feel safe with other people is probably the single most important aspect of mental health; safe connections are fundamental to meaningful and satisfying lives.
This, he points out, is why we’ve evolved a refined mechanism for detecting danger — we’re incredibly attuned to even the subtlest emotional shifts in those around us and, even if we don’t always heed these intuitive readings, we can read another person’s friendliness or hostility on the basis of such imperceptible cues as brow tension, lip curvature, and body angles. But one of the most pernicious effects of trauma is that it disrupts this ability to accurately read others, rendering the trauma survivor either less able to detect danger or more likely to misperceive danger where there is none.
Jews, Not Russians, Behind Trump’s Victory, Russian Foreign Minister Spokesperson Says
…..ohhhhh my fucking god
holy fucking shit they’re not even pretending
So in addition to persecuting homosexuals and trans people as somehow being “Unclean” or “Inferior” and accusing us of being “Deviants” and “Monsters” and destroying/banning literature that they don’t like the Russian government is now also scapegoating Jewish people for the worlds problems
where have we seen this before I wonder
So they’re just going full Nazi then. Like, I mean that’s basically the Nazi platform wholesale.
Russia has apparently gotten bored of being “Disturbingly like Nazi Germany” and instead decided to just drop all pretense and be Literally Nazi Germany instead of even making the tiniest effort to pretend that they’re not
And just to be clear I’m not trying to make light of this situation I snark because it’s the only thing that stops me literally fucking vomiting in fear when I think of the Jewish, queer and trans people trapped living in this godforsaken hellpit pretending to be a country who will HOPEFULLY be able to immigrate to a REAL country before things get even worse in this shithole “nation”
Not to split hairs, but Russians don’t have to go “full Nazi” to be anti-semitic, they just have to be… Russians. Antisemitism didn’t begin with Germans, or Nazis. Think about the plot behind Fiddler on the Roof for one, or the fact that The Protocols of the Elders of Zion was initially published in Russia.
I know less about Russian culture and LGBT peoples, but given the ways they tie certain expressions of masculinity (beards, for instance) to national pride vs. being more pro-Western, that does seem like a deep well as well. :-$ And of course in modern times there’s a really toxic connection with the Russian Orthodox church as well. (Think more Vatican than your neighborhood parish.) Dangerous days, all around.
We’re all familiar with the etymology of “pogrom”, right? …right?
(There is a story in my family that my grandmother’s paternal grandmother and her family were Russian Jews who emigrated because of the general unhealthiness of late-nineteenth-century Russia for many Jewish citizens – there’s basically no way to verify if it’s true, but it’s entirely historically plausible.)
I wish I wasn’t surprised.
Happy Easter, have some blood libel!
Shout out to my White Russian ancestors for getting the fuck out of the shtetl.
Emigrants, they got the job done.
We have this closet in our apartment. It’s horribly placed, and difficult to get in an out of. Over the years it’s become THAT closet – the one where you throw things to get them out of the way, or because you “might need it one day,” or because you don’t want to think about them.
Today, I pulled every last thing out of that closet. I threw out a lot of it, prepared a ton of items to donate, and reorganized it so that it can now be useful on a day-to-day basis.
So I guess I really didn’t want to write today.
(via WGN America’s Underground 206 “Minty” – YouTube)
You are definitely going to want to watch tonight’s masterful episode of Underground