"The pancreatic cancer community is going to be absolutely thrilled that there’s now this advocate that they didn’t know about. And I hope the GLBT community feels the same. I hope it makes it easier for kids growing up gay that they know that another one of their heroes was like them." -Bear Ride
There’s probably a lot to be said about Sally Ride, Tam O’Shaughnessy, and coming out* via obituary, but that’s sort of a separate conversation, and one I’d maybe not dive into right now.
*I take issue with the idea that Ride was outed in her obituary. She’d apparently been out in her personal life for years, but was intensely protective of her privacy. Which is to say: while she was alive, it was none of most of our business whom Sally Ride loved.
“In lieu of flowers, you may wish to make a gift in memory of Sally to the Sally Ride Pancreatic Cancer Initiative (Fund 4191). Checks should be made out to: UCSD Foundation. Also, in either the memo line or in an enclosed note please state that the gift is made in memory of Sally Ride or to the Sally Ride Pancreatic Cancer Initiative (Fund 4191). Gift mailing address:
Executive Director of Development
UCSD Health Sciences Dev.
9500 Gilman Dr. #0853
La Jolla, CA 92093-0853 If you prefer using a credit card, please call Pam Werner at 858.246.1556. Please note that ninety-four percent of donations will go toward pancreatic cancer research at UCSD Moore’s Cancer Center. Thank you.”—In Memory of Sally Ride | Sally Ride Science (via kellysue)
“How can you change something if you won’t even acknowledge its existence, or if you downplay its significance? White supremacy is the great silence of our world, and in it is embedded much of what ails us as a planet. The silence around white supremacy is like the silence around Sauron in The Lord of the Rings, or the Voldemort name which must never be uttered in the Harry Potter novels. And yet here’s the rub: if a critique of white supremacy doesn’t first flow through you, doesn’t first implicate you, then you have missed the mark; you have, in fact, almost guaranteed its survival and reproduction. There’s that old saying: the devil’s greatest trick is that he convinced people that he doesn’t exist. Well, white supremacy’s greatest trick is that it has convinced people that, if it exists at all, it exists always in other people, never in us.”—
“Can you name a prosperous African-American country? Of course not. I think that’s why creating Wakanda would be so difficult. If Wakanda exists than the movie universe simply becomes too unlike ours and you start to lose something… That said, why can’t we just get a different origin? Make him an orphan from Africa who took an experimental AIDS vaccine or stumbled into the long since abandoned ruins of Wakanda and ate some of that magical fruit… Damn, that’s a pretty good idea if I do say so myself!”—
I hate writing about race because this always happens. Some fuck boy with idiot opinions crawls out of his cave to drop some knowledge jewels, not realizing that his jewels are plastic. This, when combined with a deafening lack of progression on the part of the companies I write about, makes me want to quit forever.
Then I remember that, as near as I can tell, I’m the only dude with a decent-sized platform talking about this, and I decide not to quit. But I do scream.
Tilting at windmills over here. If I were a better man, I’d just let the dead bury the dead.
“My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.”— Neil Gaiman (via jaynestown)
I’m hoping to put together another after-hours professional meetup at GeekGirlCon this year. If you’re interested and will be at the con or are local to Seattle, please drop me a line (and please reblog / forward as you see fit).
Disclaimer: This is going to be a networking event geared primarily toward current industry professionals. We won’t be checking credentials at the door or anything like that, but please exercise discretion.
Every year, Sequential Tart publishes a roundup of contributor-submitted awards. Here are mine from this year, with some links added, because I am just that nice:
Best Letterers Continually Overlooked by the Eisner Committee: Clem Robins (digital), Adam Warren (hand).
Best Series I Can’t Ethically Give an Award to for Reasons of Conflict of Interest: Alabaster: Wolves, by Caitlín R. Kiernan, Steve Lieber, Rachelle Rosenberg, and Greg Ruth (Dark Horse).
Best Book About Comics I Can’t Ethically Give an Award to for Reasons of Conflict of Interest:Chicks Dig Comics, edited by Lynne M. Thompson and Sigrid Ellis (Mad Norwegian Press).
Best New Iteration of My Soap Opera of Choice:X-Men: Season One, by Dennis Hopeless and Jamie McKelvie. (Wolverine and the X-Men, by Jason Aaron et. al., disqualified for reasons of gratuitous event crossovers.)
A wise photo editor once said that sometimes the most interesting photos don’t happen at the football game. They happen in the parking lot. It’s easy to get caught up in the action and forget that everything…
“She named the plane Little Stinker and eventually gave it a brilliant red and white paint scheme. She said: ‘I didn’t just sit in that little airplane, I wore it. If I sneezed, it sneezed with me.’ Displaying her sense of humor, and her confidence, she attached a bright red, and nonfunctioning, button to her Pitts instrument panel that read: ‘Spin, crash and burn.’ She also installed a ‘wolf whistle’ to attract the attention of the young airport line boys.”
“She borrowed Woody Edmondson’s P-51 Mustang to try and break Jacqueline Cochran’s World Air Speed Record, but just as she reached a new record at 678 kph (421 mph), the Rolls Royce engine exploded. She was over Tampa Bay, and should have bailed out, but then remembered she couldn’t swim. So instead she made a dead-stick landing at MacDill AFB but did not get credit for the record.”
“Astronaut and former naval aviator Wally Schirra recalled the day in 1948 when he and his buddies were sitting in around a hangar in Pensacola, their SNJs grounded as rain poured down. They heard a little engine and spied a tiny biplane taxiing toward the hangar and wondered who was out there in the rain. They crowded around as it reached the safety of the dry hangar and found an equally small pilot emerging from the plane. All of a sudden, the helmet came off and lovely long brown hair spilled out; they were stunned to find ‘he’ was a girl.”
Bridge City Comics is proud to announce the Waiting for October Release Party on Friday, July 27, 2012 from 6pm - 9pm! This event is free to the public. In attendance to sign autographs will be Waiting for October writers Kory Bing, Lindsey Clark-Ryan, Hiller Goodspeed, Indigo Kelleigh, and Jen Van Meter. Copies of the book will be available for sale ($6) during the event. This event is free to the public.
2 editors. 32 writers and artists. 52 pages of art, words, and comics. One spectacular love letter to the best television of all time.
…and the sweetest release party this side of Wellsville, with Pete and Pete in the projector; DIY Kreb Scout merit badges; frosty Orange Lazaruses; editors Rachel Edidin and Miles Stokes and contributors Kory Bing, Lindsey Clark-Ryan, Hiller Goodspeed, Indigo Kelleigh, and Jen Van Meter; and, weather willing, some post-party flashlight tag.
Waiting for October: A Tribute to The Adventures of Pete and Pete is an anthology zine from editors Rachel Edidin and Miles Stokes, featuring new works by Joe Quinones (Star Wars, Wednesday Comics), Sara Benincasa (Agorafabulous!), Christopher Hastings (The Adventures of Dr. McNinja), Jen Van Meter (Hopeless Savages), Benito Cereno (Tales from the Bully Pulpit, The Tick), Ashley Davis (Once Upon a Pixel), Kory Bing (Skin Deep), and many, many more.
GPOY, minus twenty minutes of paralyzed angst during which I repeatedly read every label in the cracker aisle like maybe if I just try hard enough, THIS TIME they won’t all have sunflower oil.*
I also do this with ice cream and salad dressing, and occasionally bread. It’s a weird mix of clinging to futile hope and poking a sore spot like if you do it enough either it will stop hurting** or you will stop caring.***