Well, it looks like I have actually started using Tumblr semi-regularly, so I suppose I should stop claiming that I only barely do.
Anyway, this is for the reblogging and the randomness and all that. I've got my prop blog elsewhere, in the interest of not drowning those posts in a thousand reblogs. I may repost that stuff over here when I feel like it, tho.
i’m pretty sure this twitter account is how sexting works in night vale
i mean really
what is going on here
this is officially my new favourite thing
thank you for sharing it with us
Smut and surreal horror: two great tastes that go great together.
There is also another sense in which ceramics was insanely valuable to me, and that was that it taught me my art is not precious merely because I had the audacity to create it. The wheel breaks you quickly of preciousness. You can turn out a truly shocking number of shockingly mediocre stuff, and there comes a time as you stand before a table of lumpy glazed thingies, that you realize this stuff does not, by merely existing, have a right to continue existing. You have not improved the world by the existence of these things, you have merely added unlovely clutter.
Then you take it out to the dumpster, and you dither for about thirty seconds, and your chest feels tight, and finally you grit your teeth and take the very worst one, the one that looks like a dog turd with a lid, and you wind up and you pitch it into the half-empty dumpster and you listen to it smash and something happens in your head that falls about halfway between a cry of anguish and an orgasm. And you pick up the next one and smash it, and the next one, and the next one, and by the end you’re grinning like an idiot and you feel as clean and sleek and hollow as a Hamada tea bowl.
Some of us are never able to smash our work. That’s okay. Every semester, a small, forlorn pile of pottery would show up in the Free To Good Home box next to the dumpster, so if somebody wanted it, it was theirs. It’s okay. The hardest lesson in art, I think, is learning to fail, and admit failure, and learn to learn from it, without having to carry your failures with you like millstones. Pottery taught me that failure was inevitable, and that merely because I created it did not make it worth keeping, that hours spent trying to torture out art did not, in and of themselves, convey any particular grace. It taught me that no one painting, no one story, no one creative act is, itself, all that important. What matters is doing it over and over, until you get good. And then continuing to do it over and over. And that even when you’re good, you fail at least one pot out of ten. Que sera, sera. Don’t wallow. Cut it off the wheel. Do better on the next one.
“There are 100,000 total marijuana smokers in the US, and most are Negroes, Hispanics, Filipinos and entertainers. Their Satanic music, jazz and swing, result from marijuana usage. This marijuana causes white women to seek sexual relations with Negroes, entertainers and any others.”
“Reefer makes darkies think they’re as good as white men.”
“…the primary reason to outlaw marijuana is its effect on the degenerate races.”
“Marijuana is the most violence-causing drug in the history of mankind.”
Henry Anslinger, first Commissioner of the Federal Bureau of Narcotics and chief proponent of marijuana prohibition. (via lost-and-searching-in-america)
oh yes… the War on Drugs started out of racism— the U.S government banned opium in order to get rid of Chinese immigrant workers in the United States. The drug war has always been based on racism and pure hatred for people of color. To this day, the War on Drugs is still very much a war on POC communities.
Le sigh. Why does this not surprise me.
i want so badly to ignore this and just get on with my life, considering that i’m in the midst of tour and traveling the US right now, but it’s clear that I can’t escape this. this is a very long post, i am keeping it under a cut.
additionally, at least until tumblr moves on from this, my askbox is off. it is a nightmare. i can’t deal with it right now.
so. I was an invited panelist at Dashcon, and I was on 10 panels over the weekend. my name is mark, I run Mark Reads and Mark Watches, and have been doing so for 5 years next month. (HOLY SHIT THAT IS A LONG TIME.) I have been attending cons for over a decade and been speaking at them as a panelist or a guest since 2011. Including my own tour events outside of cons, I have participated in over 150 “panels,” ranging from 50 minutes to 4 hours. I’m including this upfront because I’ve already been accused of being a 16-year-old nobody who doesn’t know what he’s doing at cons and is ruining fandom. Also, I’m apparently white and straight. ALSO THIS IS A MESS.
Dashcon: don’t know much about it; hadn’t heard of it at all until some posts referencing it here on Tumblr the other day. Ballpits what? (Also, haven’t been much on Tumblr at all for quite a while because Work. May be getting back to it now, though.) So, I’m not really invested in that mess one way or another. But if you are, I think this post, by panelist and panel moderator Mark Oshiro, is worth a read as a counterbalance to some of the stuff going around. He doesn’t defend the fact that there was some fucked-up stuff happening there, but are people really going to harass and spread rumours about the panelists for attending, or make jokes about how fangirls are clearly unfit to run cons, in response to that? Because if so, way to join the fucking-up.