"You don't wear your strongest influences like a shirt, something you take on and off as you like. You wear those influences like your skin. For me, Ray Bradbury is that way. From the time I was twelve to the time I was twenty-two, I read every Bradbury novel and hundreds of Bradbury short stories, many of them two and three times. Teachers came and went; friends ran hot and cold; Bradbury, though, was always there, like Arthur Conan Doyle, like my bedroom, like my parents. When I ruminate about October, or ghosts, or masks, or faithful dogs, or children and their childish frightening games, every thought I have is colored by what I learned about these things from reading Ray Bradbury. One of Bradbury's most famous collections is The Illustrated Man, which features a man tattooed with a countless number of Ray's stories, a man who walks through life carrying all those stories on his back. I relate." -- Joe Hill
( Story under the cut... )
I'm playing as Pericles, going for a Cultural Victory. This is different from a CIV Cultural Victory; in CVI, it requires your cities to attract lots of tourists. The main way to do that is to get a Great Artist/Writer/Sculptor to donate one or more of their Works to a museum in one of your cities. Later on, you can send Archaeologists out to ruins and shipwrecks, and put what they bring back in your museums. There are other tricks, too. This sounds like fun.
Cap Hill Pride, Seattle, 2017-06-24, Brought To You By T-Mobile; 7646
© Bill Pusztai 2017
An interesting couple of hours at Cap Hill Pride (Seattle) this year. Often recently Prides have left me feeling .. meh, why bother? but this year was different. Perhaps it's the political climate. Perhaps it's my internal weather.
I was reminded, after many years of not experiencing it, of that feeling of being an embarrassment to one's acquaintances who are concerned with looking normal/safe for the benefit of their heterosexual associates or family. That feeling of being too gay or too far out there or just too weird. Or maybe not rich, or pretty, or well-enough-connected. I spent most of my 20s and 30s there, how could I have forgotten this? And I was suddenly attuned to all the people at Pride who were walking around with that wariness about them. Gay Shame Day.
Oh yeah, that's why I make the kind of art I make. I've been going through a period of why do I even do this? and this afternoon that flipped like a switch. Suddenly my head is crowded with ideas I want to try out.
And the moment that spoke the loudest to me was the angry, loud, antiaesthetic lesbian punk band. Yup. I'm feeling that. <3 <3 <3.
You remember to consult them later.
It is very annoying to do so after several weeks of trying to figure out how to get the heroine to do something risky to look back and realize that I had made a note of the perfect motive, which would not only get her acting, but tie back into the other plot thread, AND put a time limit on her decision.
Last time, petty crook Parker Robbins kicked the crap out of a Hydra recruiter, shot a demony-looking character in the midst of a break-in, and discovered the boots he stole from its corpse allowed him the power of flight.
Trigger warnings for racism, sexist language, gore, and a reference to rape.( Read more... )
Removing the bezel turned out to be fairly simple, although a second pair of hands would've come in handy.
Removing the existing, cracked LCD was a little more complicated than I expected. First of all, for some reason, five of the seven screws initially gave the impression that they were not there because the places where the screws are located were covered with electrical tape. And there were screws in those locations, by the way. This amounted to a mere speed bump, however.
Next came the removal of the old LCD, and here is where stuff got, um, sticky.
The LCD is held in place by double sided tape, and between the fact that the LCD was profoundly cracked (which made removing it as a single piece well-nigh impossible) and my failing to exercise caution with my heat gun as I attempted to soften the adhesive (my bad), I managed to thoroughly screw up three of the five layers that lie behind the LCD whose purpose is to polarize, reflect, and diffuse the backlight.
I comfort myself only with the knowledge that the Plexiglas layer of this set of sheets was cracked as well and will require replacement. A session with eBay finds that replacements are available, but they cost more than the LCD.
Ah, well. I shall make a project of this, and when I am through, I will have the satisfaction of having accomplished what few would think of undertaking (mostly because those who are not part of that "few" are sane, reasonable individuals, but I digress...).
Galina decided to leave for Houston today instead of tomorrow, which is good news, but the reason for her earlier-than-planned departure was that she felt poorly, presumably because of the altitude. I told her to consult a doctor, she said it wasn't necessary. Grrr.
In July matters took a dramatic turn for the worse. Henry II of France was killed in a jousting accident. His son became king as Francis II and the fact that he was married to Mary Stuart meant that the crowns of England's closest potential enemies were united. It was part of their diplomatic stance that Mary was the rightful queen of England by virtue of her descent from Henry VIII's sister, Margaret, and they blatantly quartered the royal English arms with their own.
"Blatantly"? That's a bit rich, considering that the French fleur-de-lys was part of the English arms, and continued to be so until 1801. Not to mention the longstanding fraughtness of the relation between the English and Scottish crowns....
What gets my attention is this detail as quoted:
"The British Columbia Supreme Court approved her suit, but the provincial Court of Appeal stayed the case, saying it should properly be pursued in California, where Facebook has its head office.
In its 4-3 split decision, however, the Supreme Court found the clause unenforceable."
From Michael Geist: