Here’s an exercise I came across in Brevity the other day…
So here’s a challenge I have for each of you. Find an instrumental online of a rap song that you like. Then, freestyle to it until the beat stops. How did that feel? You might even find, if you make this a practice like I have, that you have go-to instrumentals. Why do you think that is?
You know, I do have the album ENTER THE 37TH CHAMBER by the El Michels Affair and wonder if I can go Wu-Tang on it…
Pondering the continued enshittification of just about every social media platform, I realized that I’ve got a space that I tend to forget about until I get an email reminder to renew my domain name and webhosting. With money. I bet you can look at my posting patterns and figure out when I get those emails.
So I got it into my head to work on a little platform reset, pinning potential reference material here rather than somewhere I can get a quick like or reply. Hence the recent increase in non-weeknotes posts. Sure, it’s slightly more effort but again, I am paying for ::waves hands:: all this.
Anyway, here are some things that caught my attention last week, currently marinating in my brain:
67.21% of passengers offered their seats in the presence of Batman, or more than two out of three, compared to 37.66% in the control experiment, or just over one out of three.
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If I’ve ever seen a setup for a DATELINE episode, this is it…
Days after an Atlanta man died in a scuba diving accident in Hawaii, authorities said they found the skeletal remains of his son who had gone missing four years prior in a tree house in his backyard.
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With the assault from the government on one side and the threat of AI from another, I’ll take all the reminders I can get that art can survive. Unsurprisingly, it takes the form of the legacy of a Black woman completely unknown to me previously.
The arts remind us that none of the current truisms are absolutes—that there are other ways of living, existing, and being. Arts can exist outside of a tech lord’s algorithm.
As you can see, I’ve been playing around with Quotebacks. Jury’s still out, but so far I’m liking the convenience. Anyway, I’m not completely off the socials–you can find me on Bluesky these days–but I’ll be shooting for more cross-over. Let’s see how this goes!
To commemorate the 45th anniversary of the release of Yacht Rock classic “Ride Like The Wind” by Christopher Cross in 1980, an official music video was finally produced!
But there are other ways to celebrate the occasion, I guess. Like live-action re-enactment:
A minivan driver fleeing police drove 173 miles across four Southern California counties Monday before escaping into Mexico in a chase spanning more than two hours.
“From 1875 to 1975, there were at least 6,000 commercial shipwrecks on the bottom of the Great Lakes,” [writer John U.] Bacon told NPR. “So that is one shipwreck a week every week for a century. That is one casualty every day for a century.”
In the past couple of months, I took my first intentional post-pandemic steps back into the spec-fic writing world. I’ve dipped my toe in the waters for a couple of years now, what with the occasional local event or online con like Flights of Foundry and a bit of Wiscon online.
Last month, I was graciously invited to take part in a local reading series, and managed to find things that I was actually not embarrassed to read out loud. Hell, at the beginning of the month, I even submitted a short story for the first time in god-knows-how-long. (I don’t know because I’ve purposely avoided that particular page of my Submission Grinder account.)
Yes, I’m officially back on my bullshit! Now, I just need to find a way to make it sustainable.
Like a moth to a flame, I’m drawn just about every year to the Friends of the Tompkins Co. Library Book Sales. They’re held over three weekends in May, which coincides with Ithaca’s Spring (W)rites festival, and in October. It’s one of those local rituals one falls into in this town, whether you’re here for four years of college or for twenty-to-life.
I always, always manage to find a few treasures, even when I saunter in on the last weekend of the sale when books are the cheapest and the shelves have been all but picked clean. It looks like I neglected to post last year’s haul, but I got a lot of stuff in 2023.
Anyway, here’s what I found this time around…
SWORD STONE TABLE by Swapna Krishna and Jenn Northington (eds.)
THE TOKYO-MONTANA EXPRESS by Richard Brautigan
NINE BAR BLUES by Sheree Renée Thomas
MY DATE WITH SATAN by Stacey Richter (which, come to think of it, I might already own…? I’ll have to look in storage.)
For music fans, today is Earth, Wind & Fire Day. You don’t have to be a superfan to figure out why. It’s all in the first line of EWF’s classic, “September”
Do you remember the 21st night of September?
Love was changing the minds of pretenders
While chasing the clouds away
The song was co-written by legendary EWF founder Maurice White and equally legendary songwriter Allee Willis. Willis has one of those bodies of work people look at and go, “Oh hey, I didn’t know that was her!” She says she learned a key lesson as a songwriter that I think any writer–any artist for that matter–can use.
Apparently they went a couple of rounds about White’s chorus…
Ba-dee-ya, say, do you remember
Ba-dee-ya, dancing in September
She wanted to him to change it.
“And finally, when it was so obvious that he was not going to do it, I just said, ‘What the f*** does ‘ba-dee-ya’ mean?’ And he essentially said, ‘Who the f*** cares?’” she says. “I learned my greatest lesson ever in songwriting from him, which was never let the lyric get in the way of the groove.”
Never let the lyric get in the way of the groove! For me, it’s a motto for writing and for living.
It’s a breath of fresh air to see my fur daughters sit this close to each other in peace. This is not the norm. I’m sure one of them threw hands after I left the room, but even they know when to take a time out, which was definitely a lesson for me.
Since last time, I’ve had my week’s staycation, the highlight of which was making enough food and freezing it for my work lunch for the next two weeks. I’m not being sarcastic, it seriously brought me joy to do that. Good thing too, because when I got back to work there was a LOT to do. If I was running on fumes the Friday before my staycation, I was at most one tick above Empty by 5 o’clock the Friday after. Still, knowing when to rest and when to throw hands definitely helped, and it applies to the stuff I have to write about today, too.
WATCHING:
I seriously can’t get enough of PROFILAGE, aka THE PARIS MURDERS on PBS. (GDI, I hate that title.) I’ve only seen the 4th and 5th seasons so far, which TPM shows as seasons 1 and 2, and I gotta say I love how they resolve season finale cliffhangers so far!
Sure it’s like a compressed version of CRIMINAL MINDS (with the whole BAU wrapped up in one character), but it’s a palette cleanser–even an antidote of sorts–after watching FIT FOR TV: THE REALITY OF THE BIGGEST LOSER. TBL just wasn’t something I had the time to be into in its heyday. I’d heard only vaguely of some of the scandal, but got’damn I had no idea how perverse the whole enterprise was!
I’m not all grimdark, all the time and I probably needed a literary antidote anyway since I’m halfway through SOME PEOPLE NEED KILLING, Patricia Evangelista’s memoir of her time reporting on the extrajudicial killings of the Duterte regime in the Philippines. I’ve also been meaning to get back to Lidia Yuknavitch’s THE BOOK OF JOAN, but why don’t I get through the Evangelista book first, otherwise I might end up needing a lot more antidote.
LISTENING:
I slept on the release of Lake Street Dive’s latest, GOOD TOGETHER. I’m definitely glad to hear more horns on this one!
What was this the antidote to? Well, for some odd reason I kept coming back to the song, the classic “A Remark You Made” by Weather Report. I dunno, I just kept coming back to the image of a band playing its last song of the evening during last call, laying a vibe that somehow makes you feel more intoxicated as you hum in while stumbling back home.
I’ve always been a sucker for these kinds of tunes, probably ever since I heard what I still consider to be the closing song of all closing songs, SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE’S “Waltz in A”.