My name is Rachel Edidin. I live in Portland, Oregon, with a nice man and a lumpy cat.
I’m a freelance editor and writer. I write comics, fiction, and journalism; the latter, mostly for Wired.com. As an editor, I specialize in comics, transmedia projects, and alternatives to traditional publishing models.
My website, such as it is, is here.
I use Twitter way too much. It’s my main social-media platform, and usually the fastest way to get in touch with me.
I have a lot of Tumblrs, because I compulsively compartmentalize:
- Postcards From Space. Personal, professional, and interstitial catch-all. Space, mail art, comic books, geek culture, queer and intersectional feminism, occasional navel-gazing. Updates frequently.
- Making Stories Work. Resources for writers, cartoonists, and self-publishers: snippets, links, and interstitial tidbits. Updates semiregularly.
- Looking Past the Target Audience. Internet extension of an series of convention panels on gender, race, and geek identity politics. Updates semiregularly.
- Scrapscallion. Goofy and generally uninformed fashion advice. Robot-fightin’ boots! The gospel of sincerity! Epaulets! Updates semiregularly.
- Waiting for October. Companion tumblr to an Adventures of Pete & Pete tribute zine. Updates irregularly.
- The Accidental Reliquary. Dead and discarded things. Viewer discretion advised; link leads to disclaimer. Updates irregularly.
- Kevin. What it says on the tin. Updates daily, at 9:00 AM GMT-8.
My LinkedIn page, which I update only sporadically, is here. I use LinkedIn strictly for professional networking; if we don’t work in overlapping or connected fields, I probably won’t add you as a contact.
My Facebook is strictly personal, and locked down fairly tightly. I don’t respond to friend requests from anyone I don’t personally know.
(Kill Your Boyfriend, written by Grant Morrison, pencilled by Philip Bond, inked by Philip Bond and D’Israeli, colored by Daniel Vozzo, and lettered by Ellie DeVille.)
(H/t to Kieron Gillen for the latter, naturally.)
Matt Bors has been laying down some truthbombs about the myth of lazy, entitled Millennials. Go read.
I was born in the 1979-1983 generation gap—a few years short of X, a few years ahead of Millennials. We’re a generation defined by disaster: Columbine, 9/11. We came of age at the peak of the War on Terror, came into the job market just in time to lose everything in the crash.
We stayed up past our bedtimes to watch the Berlin Wall come down, and the fall of the Soviet Union. We spent elementary school learning and re-learning geography. Generation Change.
I don’t know how universal this experience is, but I grew up active in the peace movement, and my early childhood was defined by fear of nuclear winter without the ideological certainty of the Cold War or the cheerful denial of hiding from armageddon under our desks. The monsters in my closet were flashburns.
We never had air-raid drills, because we were born into a world that understood there was no real point to them. Generation Mortality.
We are not the Lost Generation. No great war stripped us of our innocence in a deafening blast; instead, it was eaten away layer by layer in a sandstorm of small atrocities that scattered us as they wore us away. Our apocalypse is one of inexorable decay, not sudden catastrophe. Generation Entropy.
We don’t have a lot of generational identity, my peers and I. We’ve fallen through the cracks of popular culture. By the time we hit our teens, grunge was shrink-wrapped; the defining music of our generation was manufactured pop before manufactured pop was enough of a thing to be violently subverted. We were the last generation to make the transition from tapes to CDs.
We built ourselves on a foundation of scraps left over from our parents and our babysitters, dumpster-diving for cultural detritis we could refashion. We’re old enough to feel we should remember seeing the original Star Wars movies in theaters but too young to actually have done so. Our art is a paradox of self-conscious anachronism and staunch rejection of nostalgia. Generation Remix.
We were the last generation to be told repeatedly that no one would hire us with purple hair and nose rings.
Financially, we’re closer to the Millennials than Gen X. We can’t afford to wait for glamorously nonspecific media jobs. We grew up in the shadow of the dot-com boom and bust: close enough to the eye of the storm to know that we are unlikely to have nice things.
We were the first generation in nearly a century to enter a workforce defined by underemployment and defanged unions. By and large, we don’t know what it feels like to go to work with the power of collective bargaining at our backs.
We’ve seen just enough of the other side to know what we’re missing.
Our American Dream isn’t a house in the suburbs. It’s being able to afford to go to the doctor when we get sick. It’s not getting ahead so much as finally maybe breaking even.
We’re a generation of reluctant entrepreneurs, empowered to make the leap to creative careers and self-employment largely because our “real” jobs have left us with so little to lose. We know better than to trust anyone else to provide us with stability.
We were not issued rose-tinted glasses. We came of age along with Prozac ads and grew up alongside cell phones. We hoarded porn magazines because the Internet was an unreliable novelty, and wrote in actual diaries, and our transition to the exhibitionistic blurring of personal and performed that marks the Web 2.0 has not been comfortable. We are the last generation to guard our privacy jealously. Generation Black Box.
Our cultural narratives mark us as the new Modernists: apolitical not from lack of ideals, but lack of hope; selfish in direct proportion to our collective nihilism.
And in spite of it all, we’re probably the last generation that thought we had a real chance of growing up to be astronauts.
The Apollo 1 crew all suited up in the Apollo Mission Simulator, not the actual capsule. However, this is still a little spooky and sad.
I find that the more writing I’m doing elsewhere, the less I bring to social media in general, and longer-form social media (like this sort-of-a-blog) in particular.
That’s okay, right?
Chris Sims, Chad Bowers & Erica Henderson!?!?
You know this is going to be a rad book. Go on. Pre-order. <———-
Finally, it’s announced! Chad, Erica, Josh and I have a brand new book from Monkeybrain, SUBATOMIC PARTY GIRLS! It’s about rock band that gets stranded in outer space, and it’s going to be awesome.
You can pre-order the first sixteen-page issue (plus bonuses) today at Comixology for a mere 99 cents, and it’ll be released on May 22nd!
If you’re following me, you’re probably already familiar with Chad, me and Josh from Awesome Hospital (and Josh also letters Dracula the Unconquered), but if you don’t know Erica’s work from the latest issue of Atomic Robo: Real Science Adventures, you need to check her out immediately. She’s amazing.
If you are wondering what my jam is, the answer is precisely this.
Some tools have a very specific purpose.
The Benz itself was not in evidence.
Nor was its head-rest.
CISPA Is Not Dead
Visit Fight For The Future and CISPA Is Back for an overview and actions you can take, and the Electronic Frontier Foundation for background on the bill since it passed the House and what happens next as it moves to the Senate.
Meantime, the White House responded to an anti-CISPA petition signed by over 100,000 people with — in part — the following:
The White House issued a veto threat for the Cyber Intelligence Sharing and Protection Act (CISPA) on April 16, because the legislation did not fully address our core concerns (especially the protection of privacy). Even though a bill went on to pass the House of Representatives and includes some important improvements over previous versions, this legislation still doesn’t adequately address our fundamental concerns…
…There is broad consensus on the need for more threat-related information sharing — including among the leading privacy advocates we regularly engage on the issue. The essential question on which people across the spectrum disagree isn’t if we can share cybersecurity information and preserve the principles of privacy and liberty that make the United States a free and open society — but how.
Related: Here’s something to chew on, via Wired:
A secretive federal court last year approved all of the 1,856 requests to search or electronically surveil people within the United States “for foreign intelligence purposes,” the Justice Department reported this week.
The report, released Tuesday to Harry Reid, the Senate majority leader from Nevada, provides a brief glimpse into the caseload of what is known as the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Court. None of its decisions are public.
The 2012 figures represent a 5 percent bump from the prior year, when no requests were denied either.
Image: Via CISPA Is Back. Select to embiggen.