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During WWII, a nurse named Irena Sendler watched the growth of Nazism and the brutal shifting of Jews from their homes to the death camps. This Christian woman and her friends declared war on Hitler and risked their lives to save Jewish children from the Nazis' Final Solution. Irene Sendler was caught and tortured for her work.

After all that she and those like her did to save the lives they could, because they believed they were worth saving, how can people now spit on their gift and wave the flag of anti-Semitism? How can they speak its foul cant to children, parents, and people who are trying to make contributions to society?

Speak out when you see or hear it. Write your defiance when you read it. Don't be afraid to offend when you have already been offended. Be an example. Be a hero, even if it's only for yourself. Don't let this poisonous plant continue to spread in our home.

We live in an appalling time in this country. I am reminded of the 1920s and 1930s, when Father Conklin, the German American Bund, Henry Ford's consistent anti-Semitism and re-printing of The Protocols of the Elders of Zion set the anti-Semitic tone, and the rise of lynchings of blacks and the Tulsa Race Riot marked the standard of race relations. Are we going to come to this state of white gangsterism again? Are we facing mob rule and the etiquette of schoolyard bullies?

Or do we stand up, speak out, cry out, write? Even if you feel you are the only one, the only voice, do it. You will have to live with yourself in later years, remember, and how do you think you will feel if you remember that you were once a coward? I have those moments to remember, and each time I do, they burn like fire. I can barely stand to remember them, and yet I can't avoid it. And each time the shame is as white-hot as the first time I said nothing, did nothing, wrote nothing, and turned away.
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Gloria Steinem claimed that women who support Bernie Sanders do so to meet men. She has apologized for it since--and far be it from me to deny any actual apologies made for an asshole statement--but isn't this the kind of statement that we would have thought was never in her vocabulary as a feminist--as one of our primary feminists? And the statement that preceded it, "When you’re young, you’re thinking: ‘Where are the boys? The boys are with Bernie,’ ” is an incredible slap to young women, Ms. Steinem's way of saying they aren't serious; they aren't idealists; they don't have causes. This from someone who was one of feminism's brightest lights as a young woman.

Madeleine Albright told women that there was a special spot in hell for women who did not support other women. Really? We are all supposed to fall in line and support any woman, however poorly we feel about that woman's attitude, record, plans, and associates? By these lights, we should be voting for Carly Fiorina, except she's running for the same office. Whatever happened to a woman's right to vote her conscience, Madeleine?

Is this how it's going to be? No wonder younger women are so disillusioned with the feminist movement, when its elders savage those who don't toe the "party line" and vote for those these selfsame elders alone feel are right for the office. No one wants to be told she is voting her ovaries, or his/zir friend is doing so. Having battled for the right to have it accepted that we have brains, very few of us want to be told we are to put ours aside and only choose candidates with the proper reproductive glands. Isn't the whole (ideal) point of an election that voters carefully consider the qualifications and (firm) political positions of the candidates, regardless of gender, and vote for the least equivocal choice, human nature being what it is?

I have waited 50 long years to vote for a woman for president--but this will not be that year. I have come a long way from the little girl who cheered for Margaret Chase Smith at the Republican Convention, and cried when she failed the ballot, not then understanding the difference between Republicans and Democrats. I have come a very long way indeed, because I cannot vote for a candidate I do not trust to retain her stated beliefs from year to year, who only remembered to court the feminist vote when her numbers didn't live up to her expectation. This candidate signed the Patriot Act twice. She pushed for our Afghanistan troop surge as Secretary of State, supports the deadly "drone war", and brags about increasing sanctions on Iran when Iran's people were the ones who suffered for it, not those who supported its nuclear program. I can't begin to put words to my disgust for her pals on Wall Street, who pay her campaign bills as they enrich themselves, make the poor poorer, and slowly suck the middle class into poverty. (I know a lot about poverty. Ask me about it sometime.) She has promoted hydrofracking (a process I've spent the last five years arguing against in my state) on a worldwide basis. (Who knows? Maybe, with this record, she should have run as a Republican, but I guess Bill would be a problem then.)

Being a feminist means making up your own mind. It means not slamming other women, whether they are making cookies, banging your feckless husband, or being slammed by your friends. It means considering all of the options, and then voting what YOU feel is right. And that goes for Independents (like me) and Republican women, too.

And now I find I will be voting for Clinton, because the alternative is so much worse. Politics. Ain't it grand?


Dec. 2nd, 2015 04:24 pm
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Chessiecon, in Timonium MD (right outside Baltimore), was great. Julie (my assistant) and I (my poor Spouse-Creature Tim had to stay at home and eat leftover Thanksgiving dinner because we had no cat sitter for 3 houses of kitties) motored up to the hotel around one a.m. on Friday and mumbled something about permitting the games to begin before we collapsed into our beds.

We registered and had lunch with my sister and her husband, which was an extra added benefit. Then we plunged into great discussions about the merits of some of the bigger names in genres such as horror, the need for more variety in YA and adult fantasy/science fiction/horror in terms of sexual orientation, race, and nationality (a subject you know I can't keep quiet about), complex main characters (good and bad), and frogs, toads, and reptiles. I'm not kidding. You haven't lived until you've heard Ursula Vernon (Ursula Vernon's webpage) on toads, frogs, turtles, and birds, weaving wildly in around Seanan McGuire's (Seanan's webpage--there's a separate one for her Mira Grant pen name) description of animal rehabilitation (emu, anyone?) and adventures with very large snakes, toads, and lizards. I laughed myself silly.

I missed many of the smaller concerts and pagan ceremonies, but I did get to chat for a while with my writer friend C. S. Friedman (her webpage), whose DREAMSEEKER, sequel to DREAMWALKER (which I blurbed) just came out. I also had lunch with Colleen and Ian, the parents of two of my fairy godchildren, as well as the godchildren myself. I would like to lodge a complaint with whichever deity is in charge of children. In the scant years since I saw these two godchildren last, they grew to be taller than I am, and they aren't in high school yet. There oughta be a law.

The highlight of Saturday evening was Heather Dale and Ben Deschamps, playing Heather's signature Arthurian, lady warrior, and wicked fantasy (filk) music, as well as a few Muppet hits. I adore Heather's music and Ben was terrific. Afterwards, I was too exhausted to remain for the con's Saturday night special, the singing of the "Hallelujah Chorus" in the vast hotel atrium. I simply could not remain upright.

One more panel and breakfast with a fan on Sunday, and then my longer "talk with fans" that is a fixture of my Sunday at Chessiecon, formerly Darkovercon. Then Julie and I joined Ursula Vernon and her husband Kevin for dinner. It was great, talking with two fellow cat-and-critter people who also loved books and knew how to deal with everyone collapsing in heaps over the table.

We met other writers and many fans both from earlier years and new ones as well. Next year, please, any of you in the area, please come. You'll have a splendid time--we always do!
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Two more interesting reads while I listen to Adele's "Hello" album:

Catherynne Valente's SIX-GUN SNOW WHITE is short, but every sentence is packed with delightful idiom and phrasing, splendid images, and stories of fairytale characters turned on their ears. Cat is always a lyrical writer, but this book is a surprise, couched as it is in authentic Wild-American-West slang and rhythms, so brilliantly so that I am collapsed with envy and love. Snow White tells most of her own story as the badly neglected half-Crow daughter of a robber baron with a gift for striking it rich. The stepmother is no queen, but she is an abused and abusing practitioner of dark magics, in possession of a mirror, able to hire a huntsman, and willing to do anything to get a son. Snow finally runs, and it is her journey through the American West--or a version of it--that pulls the reader irresistibly along, eager to see who she will meet next. This book is a treat you should give yourself, right away!

And now, for something completely different. Django Wexler's first book, THE THOUSAND NAMES, reminded me of very gritty tales of British campaigns in India and Africa, when small numbers of troops faced off with armies of thousands under the Mahdi or a caliph, if both sides had access to magic. Wexler chose three people at different levels of the invading army, the new commander Janus bet Vahlnich, captain Marcus d'Ivoire, and (at various grades of rank) Winter Ihrenglass. These three and their friends deal with varying degrees of secret and the struggles of command, doing their best (and not always succeeding) to keep their troops alive.

In the second book, the three allies have gone home, to find the king on the verge of death, the princess in danger, rebellion brewing in the street, and foreign enemies plotting to control the realm's money and thus its people. Weller admits he was inspired by the French Revolution, and readers expecting more of a magical wars-in-the-time-of-the-Raj may find the plotting, counter-plotting, manipulating, and tracking-down-of-mysteries a bit daunting. Stick with it. Winter is plunged among the city's poor to spy on student radicals; Marcus is put in charge of the city's police, to restrain rebellion and (secretly) to foil the minister who plans to put a puppet princess on the throne, and Janus is made a minister, trying to unravel secret and not-so-secret threads of financial and military treason. I don't think you need to have read the first book to enjoy the second, and you may have an easier time to get into it than I did, since I expected the Raj when I should have been enjoying the building Revolution. Once I started to hear the people sing, though, I got with the program and thoroughly enjoyed this book as much as I did the first one!

And in case you're worried about the female presence in either of Wexler's books, fear not! He has quite a few strong female characters in both!
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Well, it's been considerably longer since my earlier post promising more good book recommendations in the same week, but still I come bearing gifts. I've been having a great time of late when it comes to books!

Nancy Holzner's DEADTOWN wasn't the kind of book I'd pick up out of idle fancy, or if I did, I'd've put it down the moment I read the word "zombie." I don't do zombies. And I would have missed a thumping good read thereby. Luckily for me, I met Nancy at Robercon in Binghamton NY in September, the same time that I met the magical Deborah Blake. After sitting on a couple of panels with Nancy and sharing a meal with her, I thought I should try DEADTOWN anyway. I am so glad that I did! Victory Vaughn is a shapeshifter who hunts the demons who infest people's dreams. Victory is the scion of a long and proud line of demonhunters whose father was cut down by a really nasty one. Now Deadtown MA is where she and most other Boston paranormals (particularly those who can't pass for human, like zombies) live. They are for the most part happy to have a home in Boston--other states are not so kind to their paranormals, and a company that does medicinal research is piling lots of money into Massachusetts and New Hampshire politics so they can have paranormals declared legally "nonpersons," with no rights--up for grabs to researchers who can catch them. And Victory has a beloved young niece who is just now coming into her powers, with a mother who smothered hers. The election is heating up. Victory has been hired by a mobster to protect his dreams, against the, um, dictates? of her hot DA sometimes boyfriend. And demons are assembling outside Boston, led by a monster who seems to have a particular hate for Victory--a very, very powerful demon that's hard to detect. It's a major roller coaster ride of a read, and now I need to lay hands on the other books in the series!

If you like your fantasy a little tamer and younger, I recommend Holly Webb's middle grade quartet: ROSE, ROSE AND THE LOST PRINCESS, ROSE AND THE MAGICIAN'S MASK, and ROSE AND THE SILVER GHOST. Rose was found in a fish basket and has spent her first twelve years in an orphanage straight out of DAVID COPPERFIELD. She works hard, yearns for the day when she can be placed in a real job to earn money of her own, and has recently discovered she has the ability to project images of the stories she tells her friends onto walls and buckets. The moment Miss Bridge shows up to hire a maid for the Fountain household, she hides her strange new ability, gleeful at the chance to do the job she has always dreamed of. She finds jealousy from the maid placed above her, friendship from the boy-of-all-work, and a role model in Miss Bridge. She also discovers that she is in the house of the magician who is the king's advisor, his budding magician (and amazingly bratty) little daughter, and his magician apprentice, not to mention a very magical cat with one blue eye and one orange eye. The servants fear the magicians, and when they and Rose discover her own magical talents, things get very difficult. Mr. Fountain takes her up as a student, while magical events, and truly frightening villains, assail the household and the kingdom. The series is sweet, great fun, and just the thing for pre-teen kids and adults who love writers like Edward Eager and Diana Wynne Jones.
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Lately I've had read some very agreeable books, and I just had to share. Two tonight, two more later in the week.

Deborah Blake
Don't get me wrong; I've been a fan of Deborah's for years, but of her nonfiction witch's guides, published by Llewellyn Books (my favorites being EVERYDAY WITCHCRAFT and WITCHCRAFT ON A SHOESTRING--you can see why they appeal!). I only discovered her fiction this year when she mentioned it on Facebook, and I thought I'd give it a try, once I got over my aversion to the whole Baba Yaga thing.

Yes, she draws on the old Russian story cycle of Baba Yaga. She began as a goddess, according to Deborah, but when I encountered her in my endless quest for new myths and legends in grade school, she was the terrible old witch who lived in a house on chicken legs that walked through the forest. (It was the idea of that house that gave me the horrors the worst. I can't explain it.) She flew in a giant mortar and steered it with her pestle. (I keep a sharp eye on mine, just in case.) She had iron teeth and ate children. (That didn't bother me nearly so much as the walking house on chicken legs.)

Deborah's Baba Yaga has evolved with the times. For one thing, there are many of them. The United States has three. I've read about two.

Barbara Yager of WICKEDLY DANGEROUS travels the country with an enchanted Airstream trailer, doing good works for those who still remember enough of the old country to call upon the Baba for help. She has a giant white pit bull named Chudo-Yudo, who is a disguised-for-our-mortal-world dragon. And when she's called upon to rescue a vanished child, she meets a hot sheriff and sparks are struck. Something is going very wrong in his town, and although he doesn't believe it, she's just the one to help. She doesn't believe he can possibly be useful, but she can also be wrong. It's great. The romance doesn't overwhelm the action; the horror is genuinely creepy, and the fantasy is great. Any book with a pit bull, a dragon, an Airstream, and boss motorcycles is fine by me! (And I didn't even mention the Three Riders!)

In WICKEDLY WONDERFUL, we find Becka Yancy, a seaside diving and surfing Baba Yaga, who is still kinda green. The previous Baba, over 200 years old, was forcibly retired to the Underworld, after planting in her student the firm belief that she still wasn't quite good enough. (This Baba Yaga lives in a classic hippie-painted school bus, by the way, and her Chudo-Yudo is a huge black Newfoundland.) While she's surfing Becka has occasion to rescue a mermaid's child trapped in fishing net, only to incur the wrath of one of the fishermen, a war-toughened, 12-year veteran Marine. He thinks she's dippy; she thinks he's a pain. Still, she needs him--and his dad's fishing boat--when the mermaid's king and queen call upon her to find out why all of the plant and animal life in their very deep trench of the ocean has died off (which also has killed off the local fishing industry). Somehow they're going to have to work together--ideally, without him finding out what she really is. Or is that so ideal?

This is a bit more fantastical, as Becka must deal with the monarch of the Underworld, where so many of the magical people have fled to avoid, well, us. The Three Riders make a return appearance. Becka is very different from Barbara, younger and more unsure of herself, still trying to decide if she's going to remain a Baba Yaga. Blake keeps us wondering right up till the last minute on that one!

I hope you check these out! Deborah has a new, non-Baba Yaga book coming out in November, and a third Baba Yaga book in February. It's not that long for a devoted reader to wait!
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I have just returned from a very good time in New Mexico. My assistant Julie Holderman and I went out for Bubonicon, but before we plunged into con madness, artist Ruth Sanderson, my friend Jane Lindskold, and her archaeologist husband Jim showed us around a bit. We visited Albuquerque's Old Town (native arts jewelry!) and the Rattlesnake Museum. The snakes are gorgeous--a nation-wide collection of rattlers and other snakes, with tortoises, a few spiders, and a scorpion thrown in. The animals looked to be very well cared for, and when they are milked for venom, the venom goes to the creation of antivenin and research. A wonderful place to see!

Afterwards we went to see petroglyphs. I saw some, but tanked out early due to heat sickness. 8-P Still, I also saw a squirrel (in the desert, the brave fellow), a ground chuck, and a small chipmunk. And a roadrunner! He even came by and posed for Julie and Jim to get photos! I was also able to talk to Jim about local geology, among other things.

After lunch, return to the hotel, shower, and brief collapse (it is hot there, though Jane and Jim told us they'd been getting lots of rain, which meant that everything that could flower around us was doing so immediately), it was on to the con. I'd like to say I disgraced myself at opening ceremonies, but Toastmistress Mary Robinette Kowal beat me hands down with a phone sex reading of the names of the others in attendance.

Julie and I had such a *wonderful* time! The hotel staff was delightful (not always the case). I sat on panels with Mary Robinette Kowal and Ruth Sanderson, as well as Catherine Catherynne Valente (the theme was Women of Valor, which was why the four of us where there). I said hello to George R.R. Martin (if he remembered that I'd once asked when the next book was due, was gentleman enough not to mention it!), was too shy to tell Daniel Abraham how much I love the way he writes heroic women in his current series, and greeted Doranna Durgin (present while training a rescue Beagle) and S.M. and Jan Stirling, all three of whom had contributed to the YOUNG WARRIORS anthology (which is still in print).

And I met and talked with fans, two of whom gave me works of art, one of whom had made a box of DELICIOUS Tortall doughnuts with darkings, Stormwings, Kitten, and shield devices in icing. I also met a group of fans who had dressed up as different characters (Nawat offered me a gummy word, which I ate, of course!). I was so thrilled and overwhelmed! They were in the costume show later, and I stood up and clapped wildly for them all. They were wonderful--all the fans, and all of my fellow pros, were absolutely wonderful. So was Julie, who snarked at me at vital moments, made certain I was fed and watered, sent in the most recent installment on her master's thesis, and had a good time of her own.

This is a great small (but growing) con, folks. If you're ever around New Mexico at the end of August, check out Bubonicon. It's a blast!
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If you're interested in an infamous episode of Pennsylvania history in fiction, Amazon's Open Media (e-book) section has been e-mail advertising/low price my mentor, David Bradley Jr.'s, PEN Faulkner award-winning Chaneysville incident. The story of a Black historian's return to his Pennsylvania hometown, it's vivid and heartbreaking.
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This article, by Henry A. Giroux of Truthout, sums up what is going wrong in America far better than I can: police violence against Black people, the militarization of our police, the escape of financiers and the wealthy from a tax burden carried by the rest of us, the passiveness of the white American to police brutality, the devaluing of Black lives in general. It's a disturbing article, but well worth reading.

Why is there no mass outcry against police murder of Black citizens? Is white America ashamed of our people of color, or just lazy? This isn't the country of the Constitution or the Bill of Rights. Law has become corrupt, and we are plunging into a future of constant warfare. When will people wake up?
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Police in Sudan have arrested ten young female college students for indecency--they were wearing pants or skirts. Their sentence is 40 lashes each. The link is to an Amnesty International petition--will you sign and/or boost the signal? People have died from this kind of whipping, and these women will be scarred for life if they survive.

Let Sudan know they don't operate in the shadows--the world is paying attention!


Jul. 6th, 2015 12:58 pm
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I know, I know, I haven't been around much. Mostly I've been working on GIFT OF POWER, now into 21 chapters (I hope my editor gives me places I can cut!). I'm also reeling a bit from two weeks of interrupted sleep. Our cat Scooter had a hematoma in his ear which had to be patched (with staples!), which means he's been in one of those ghastly plastic collars for two weeks. He was so miserable hanging out in my office (where he yowled and dug at the door all night, waking me repeatedly) that we installed him in our bedroom, to the dismay of the other cats, who use it as a quiet, shady place to sleep during the day. The problem? Scooter talks to me whenever I wake up, and when he isn't talking, he's trying to scratch--except he scratches the collar. This wakes me up, when he can talk to me again. So I'm a bit slap happy.

The 4th was quiet at our house. Sunday we went to watch Bollywood movies with the Covilles, this week's movie being "Jal (Water)." It wasn't a Bollywood song and dance fest, but a powerful movie about desert people in Gujurat, India trying to survive with wells, and a water finder who tries to find water. There are some white naturalists who come to try to save flamingos that nest near their lands, prompting the question, "What about the people?" It poses questions about water not only in India, but worldwide, and the water finder's story is beautiful. The desert people are amazing, and their women have a fair amount of power in their daily lives.

Oh, and I plowed through Robin Hobb's Soldier's Son trilogy that starts with SHAMAN'S CROSSING. Nevare is raised to be a soldier from the day he was born, but an encounter in his teens with the magic of the Speck people, who are resisting his nation's eastward expansion, tangles him and all around him in Speck magic, deployed by the ancestor he encountered against the nation of his birth. The magic ruins his career, his relationship with his family, and even his exile as he lives with half of his spirit in the Speck world, where the people are trying to drive his people out of their lands forever.

Hobb is never kind to her characters, and she doesn't make her heroes inherently likable, but Nevare's journey through the class upheaval in his world, the business of arranged marriages, attitudes toward weight in both peoples, and relationships with women, are all fascinating. Hobb shows human beings at their absolute worst without putting me off, and she is deft at moral quandaries. I recommend this trilogy for anyone who likes complex world and character building, class struggles, and a somewhat more even form of battle between Euro-type invaders and native people who want to keep their homes.
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edited to add: If anyone has word of vigils or community gatherings, feel free to post them here.

As I type this, they've caught the young man who shot and killed nine people who had gathered in this church for a prayer meeting. He sat there with them for an hour, and heard them speak, and then he got up and began to shoot.

The gun rights dance has already begun, as has the gun control outcry. Fox is already casting this as a war against Christianity, not yet another chapter in the long and ugly history of race in this country. They even have a pastor who urges his fellow pastors and their male parishioners to arm themselves to protect women and children against future assassins.

Things to come: the mental health of the suspect, a 21-year-old white man. The arraignment, the trial. The late-night-tv standup routines making light of something as unspeakable as the death of four Black girls in the 16th Street Baptist Church bombing in Birmingham, AL in 1963.

Our country has grown monstrous in my lifetime. The military-industrial complex the students on college campuses protested has become our biggest import-export, with the gun being its shining badge and camouflage its hipster wear. Our filmmakers spend billions pouring more and more action, more explosions, more violence, more death onto the movie and tv screens every year.

We have become the Great Satan, so busy making money off of killing throughout the world or supplying those who want to do their own killing that we can ignore the slaughters worked upon us internally. No group matters enough to make the killing machine take responsibility for its weapons: not women killed in a gym, not children in a school, not parishioners in a church.

Am I cynical? Am I jumping the gun, thinking the outrage spawned by this latest mass murder will die down to a collection of grumbles, apart from the meetings of the true believers? Maybe I am. I was a liberal for a long, long time, a liberal and early on, a protester. I have seen so many ventures for change, big and little, sink to the ground because beyond a certain point, our infrastructure only cares about money, not blood. Not life. Not people. Not change. From where I stand, they ought to have the Koch brothers on the twenty-dollar bill. They're the symbol of the level at which things really matter.

Oh, and Fox? This was a RACE murder. Don't call it anything else. How many churches do you think that kid passed, in Charleston SC, to get to Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church? How many Christian churches did he pass, and pass up, to get to a historic Black church?

I add this excerpt from an article by Jelani Cobb, Church Shooting in Charleston, in The New Yorker Online, because I think it explains which this shooting at this church is so vile, and Fox's attempt to hijack it out-and-out obscene:

"The African Methodist Episcopal Church, founded in 1793, is the oldest denomination established by black people in the United States. It owes its origins to white discrimination against black Christians in the eighteenth century, and an incident in which black churchgoers were interrupted while worshipping and directed to the segregated section of an Episcopal church in Philadelphia. For black Christians, the word “sanctuary” had a second set of implications. The spiritual aims of worship were paired with the distinctly secular necessity of a place in which not just common faith but common humanity could be taken for granted."

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When I told my husband, he said, "He can't die, he's Dracula."

I've known his work all my life. Long before others discovered him as Saruman in "The Lord of the Rings" I knew him as Dracula, and Scaramanda in the James Bond movies, and Sherlock Holmes. He had one of those voices that made me swoon, and I could recognize it anywhere.

Here is his obituary. I would love to see the movie on Pakistan in which he played Jinna.

He was 93, which is a good age, but I will still miss him. May you thrive and see old friends and make new movies in the Summerlands, Sir Christopher Lee.

The man with his knighthood.
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My beloved Spouse-Creature, Tim Liebe, had been an elections inspector for about ten years. For 7 or so of them he did duty as a Republican, because there weren't enough Republican volunteers to do the job--he's a Democrat, but he registered as a Republican so somebody would show up from that party--inspectors are supposed to be 50/50 from the two parties, and the Board of Elections won't accept independents, which is what I am. I finally threw a major tantrum, told him the Republicans could carry their own damn water, and he switched back to the party he actually votes for. Somehow they've rustled up enough Republicans to meet the requirements since then.

The point is that in all of the years he's done this, he's rarely seen anyone younger than 60 working at the polls. This is a REAL problem, folks. He recently published a plea to Facebook, and I thought I would re-post it here, in the hopes that the drive to do this public service for a few bucks and the future might take root. Please feel free to re-post!

Here's Tim in his own words:
"I just went to Election Inspector training this evening - which had been delayed two weeks because not enough people had shown up to fill the earlier class! The class, and the work, isn't difficult (I aced the test with only one wrong answer!) - it's tiring because you have to get up in the middle of the night and work until about 10 PM or so, but I find actively participating in the Democratic Process to be very satisfying. You even get paid a little for your time, if you want that.

What I'm trying to say is - why not check with your local Board of Elections, and see if THEY could use Election Inspectors and are still offering classes...?"

The old folks can't keep holding down the fort, people! Help with the process, please!
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Only this isn't the song of angry men--it's the song of some really angry women! Hats off to the filmmaker, too, who gives us an education into the law concerning these matters and some things to ask/take down in the event we see someone's civil rights being pawed!
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TRIGGER WARNING: discussion of rape

Even though rape is what I expected of Sansa's wedding to Ramsey Bolton, reading about it online today tells me that I'm done with the HBO "Game of Thrones," where naked women are draped around like so many shawls, where women are traded like so many baseball cards, and there are scenes like, well, Sansa's wedding night. Danaerys' wedding night. Joffrey's parents. (Still not totes sure about that one, but it's here for those who are.)

And no, those who say "It was really like this," it wasn't like that in the real world. Women were a family's assets--you don't batter or rape an asset unless you're an ill-mannered slug, like the ones we have in the modern world. History is full of women who planned and worked and schemed and were their family's top generals in the battle to survive and climb upward. Men fought for money, but women kept the purse.

Anyway, as I started out to say, io9, as part of the discussion of this episode of "Game of Thrones," posted the eminent John Scalzi's intelligent and sane take on including rape in a story line just to stir things up. Scalzi is not only a fine writer of science fiction with a unique angle (OLD MAN'S WAR was his first novel), but he is one of the most rational (and funny) voices on the interwebs. I share what he has to say here, because I regard his thought processes quite highly, and think you'll like this one.
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I took a Pride and Prejudice quiz to see what character I would be, and they gave me Mary! Remember, the bluestocking who pretends to be smart and forces her musical performances on everyone?!!!! I can't show my face around here for a while!

(Actually, I'll be away at the Romantic Times convention in Dallas, TX for the rest of the week, but the shame of being rated Mary Bennett buuuurrrrnnnnnssss.)
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Hey everyone - Tammy's assistant sliding in to remind y'all that she's going to be in Dallas, TX for the RT Booklovers Convention from the 13-16th! The convention itself runs through the 17th.

Click here for her convention schedule )


May. 5th, 2015 01:12 pm
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What are people watching?

Person of Interest: I love Harold, John, and Fusco, don't see nearly enough of Root or Shaw this season, haven't recovered from the loss of Taraji P. Henson (no matter how wonderful the part in Empire is for her, and it is). Camryn Manheim isn't given nearly enough to do for the show's main female character this season (Root's only popping in and out). And I don't see enough of Bear, for that matter. Obviously the show still has me hooked.

Justified: I'll be relieved when it's over, frankly. I love it up until the last season, when the quality just seemed to be in a spiral of kooky characters and the bigger world intruding on Harlan. I hate what Raylan and Boyd are doing with Eva; I feel like the writers have wrangled things to the point where one or the other has broken character to handle her as he has, stealing all the agency she built up after the first season. Rachel is great, probably because the writers have her in a position where they can't screw her up. Mary Steenbergen is just getting in the way, and Winona remains a throwaway.

Gotham: I know. It's bad, it's gritty, all the women but Fish and Cat are plot puppets; the men whip between good/bad and bad/good so fast the viewer gets whiplash, and Jim and young Bruce are so rigid in their view of good and evil that you just want to sock Jim and get Bruce a female role model like a cook or something before he goes completely south. I love Alfred in this light, and oddly, Penguin, and Ed (though his wacko turn in the episode I just watched made me sad). I don't like Cat--like I said, she's a plot puppet like Barbara and Fish, saying whatever the writers want her to say instead of acting like a complete person.

Chicago Fire: You would think, at my age, that I would cease to be a sucker for Dick Wolfe TV, but I'm not. The funny thing is, in this show I don't really like any of the characters for themselves, except the chief, but I love the entire house as an ensemble. I think this is the best united ensemble cast Wolf's people have ever put together, and even when they move people in and out, its integrity holds. I'm fascinated by the workings of the ambulance teams, Squad, and Truck, and the lives of the people who intersect with the firefighters and paramedics. Yes, I wish that one of the top dogs would marry, but I also understand that this is a really hard life for those who live it and those who intersect with it, and it's hard on their relationships as well. And the show is a thrill ride, let's face it.

Orphan Black: now, see, this is why I can tolerate a few shows which short their female characters, because this one is all about a fistful of female characters! They are clones, all splendidly and apparently seamlessly rendered by the superlative Tatiana Maslany and accented by a wonderful cast of men and women, including her gay BMF/foster brother/brother Felix, played so excellently by Jordan Gavaris, her foster mother Mrs. S., and her daughter Kira. They've just introduced a clone line of males this season, who give me the utter creeps, but I'm sure Sarah and her sisters and Felix can handle them. I hope.

The Bletchley Circle: Back during WWII, the Germans had a super code machine called Enigma. One of the biggest secrets of the war was that it wasn't a man who cracked Enigma: it was the women code writer/transmitters who worked at Bletchley Circle. Now the war is over and like Rosie the Riveter, they've put away their rivets--demobilized and been shunted off to girly jobs--until one of them notices a numeric pattern in a series of murders reported in the daily paper. That season covered that case, and the second covers first the murder case in which one of them is locked up and second the murder of a black market goods dealer. The four main women are very different, one a cranky Scot, one a wife and mother who wants to forget what she was, one a cheerful goodtime girl, and one a secretary in Scotland Yard. The men are bluff and uncaring sometimes, kind sometimes, and even attentive, depending on who they are and their relationship to each of the women. It's well worth watching if you like period mysteries (and I do).

So You Think You Can Dance: every summer, and this year it begins June 1st with a new theme, it looks like. I get together with Julie and the Covilles to watch this. We always have our favorite dancers and favorite choreographers--it's a bright spot in every summer! It makes me look at physical activity in different ways, and in the ways dancers can express emotion, too.

Project Runway: this one I watch with Tim and Julie and sometimes my brother-in-law. Again, we have our favorite designers, but we also live for Tim Gunn, Heidi Klum, and Nina Garcia. I have learned such an incredible amount about sewing, clothes, color, and fashion from this show, as well as about human interaction!


Apr. 30th, 2015 02:45 pm
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Every spring I become a couch birdwatcher, courtesy of the Cornell Bird Labs and the Peregrine folks in Harrisburg PA. (Cornell is an expansion--I used to just watch the peregrines, and there's a stork cam in Germany which isn't up yet because it's still wintery there.) If you look at the bar on the link, you'll see other nest sites to check out, but I'm posting the Barn Owl Site

Barn Owl cam

for starters, because Peep #1 has hatched! (And there are more to come)

I love spring. I love this spring, after this last winter. I normally love gray weather--it's easier on my eyes--but even I got depressed this winter. Now I'm out looking at random flowers and actually smiling at the sun. And adding new bird cams to watch the peeps hatch. I hope the stork cam comes online soon. The storks don't know it, but their nest is so big that sparrows nest in the underside.


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