letteredstreetspress:

REGRET, our next title by ryan spooner, is a book of essays. it will be released on christmas day. pre-orders will be up in mid-november. it’s going to be freakishly dope. cover art forthcoming. here is an excerpt for you:

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from "How We Act"
My…
I have been editing this book for months and very soon we get to share Ryan’s hard work with the world. letteredstreetspress is super-pumped!

pankmagazine:

The dream first appeared to him on a canoeing trip in the high desert of Oregon. It came to him in the tent, in the afterglow of adrenaline from a spill he and his father had taken in a rapid. They’d run it because they couldn’t line it, a rapid that swept around a steep basalt curve, the green…

Read this a while ago and was just thinking about it again. A lovely idea.


cognitivedissonance:

After threats against her life, Anita Sarkeesian canceled an upcoming talk at Utah State University. Gamergate trolls are celebrating on Twitter while simultaneously dismissing the threats as nothing. Does this read like nothing to you?

“I will write my manifesto in her spilled blood, and you will all bear witness to what feminist lies and poison have done to the men of America.”

The email’s author threatened to murder feminist women indiscriminately in a mass shooting. And because carrying guns on campus outweigh the right of students and guests to be safe, Anita Sarkeesian canceled her talk.
BUT WE SHOULDN’T FEEL THREATENED, RIGHT?
BECAUSE IT’S JUST THE INTERNET, RIGHT?
The bullies won this time. And if you think this shit isn’t dangerous, I’m fresh out of fucks to give and I’m not restocking any time soon. It’s goddamn wrong to to dismiss this by claiming the author isn’t serious. Elliot Rodger’s rantings were dismissed until it was too late.
This. Is. Not. OK.



Truly sickening. 
cognitivedissonance:

After threats against her life, Anita Sarkeesian canceled an upcoming talk at Utah State University. Gamergate trolls are celebrating on Twitter while simultaneously dismissing the threats as nothing. Does this read like nothing to you?

“I will write my manifesto in her spilled blood, and you will all bear witness to what feminist lies and poison have done to the men of America.”

The email’s author threatened to murder feminist women indiscriminately in a mass shooting. And because carrying guns on campus outweigh the right of students and guests to be safe, Anita Sarkeesian canceled her talk.
BUT WE SHOULDN’T FEEL THREATENED, RIGHT?
BECAUSE IT’S JUST THE INTERNET, RIGHT?
The bullies won this time. And if you think this shit isn’t dangerous, I’m fresh out of fucks to give and I’m not restocking any time soon. It’s goddamn wrong to to dismiss this by claiming the author isn’t serious. Elliot Rodger’s rantings were dismissed until it was too late.
This. Is. Not. OK.



Truly sickening. 
cognitivedissonance:

After threats against her life, Anita Sarkeesian canceled an upcoming talk at Utah State University. Gamergate trolls are celebrating on Twitter while simultaneously dismissing the threats as nothing. Does this read like nothing to you?

“I will write my manifesto in her spilled blood, and you will all bear witness to what feminist lies and poison have done to the men of America.”

The email’s author threatened to murder feminist women indiscriminately in a mass shooting. And because carrying guns on campus outweigh the right of students and guests to be safe, Anita Sarkeesian canceled her talk.
BUT WE SHOULDN’T FEEL THREATENED, RIGHT?
BECAUSE IT’S JUST THE INTERNET, RIGHT?
The bullies won this time. And if you think this shit isn’t dangerous, I’m fresh out of fucks to give and I’m not restocking any time soon. It’s goddamn wrong to to dismiss this by claiming the author isn’t serious. Elliot Rodger’s rantings were dismissed until it was too late.
This. Is. Not. OK.



Truly sickening. 
cognitivedissonance:

After threats against her life, Anita Sarkeesian canceled an upcoming talk at Utah State University. Gamergate trolls are celebrating on Twitter while simultaneously dismissing the threats as nothing. Does this read like nothing to you?

“I will write my manifesto in her spilled blood, and you will all bear witness to what feminist lies and poison have done to the men of America.”

The email’s author threatened to murder feminist women indiscriminately in a mass shooting. And because carrying guns on campus outweigh the right of students and guests to be safe, Anita Sarkeesian canceled her talk.
BUT WE SHOULDN’T FEEL THREATENED, RIGHT?
BECAUSE IT’S JUST THE INTERNET, RIGHT?
The bullies won this time. And if you think this shit isn’t dangerous, I’m fresh out of fucks to give and I’m not restocking any time soon. It’s goddamn wrong to to dismiss this by claiming the author isn’t serious. Elliot Rodger’s rantings were dismissed until it was too late.
This. Is. Not. OK.



Truly sickening. 
cognitivedissonance:

After threats against her life, Anita Sarkeesian canceled an upcoming talk at Utah State University. Gamergate trolls are celebrating on Twitter while simultaneously dismissing the threats as nothing. Does this read like nothing to you?

“I will write my manifesto in her spilled blood, and you will all bear witness to what feminist lies and poison have done to the men of America.”

The email’s author threatened to murder feminist women indiscriminately in a mass shooting. And because carrying guns on campus outweigh the right of students and guests to be safe, Anita Sarkeesian canceled her talk.
BUT WE SHOULDN’T FEEL THREATENED, RIGHT?
BECAUSE IT’S JUST THE INTERNET, RIGHT?
The bullies won this time. And if you think this shit isn’t dangerous, I’m fresh out of fucks to give and I’m not restocking any time soon. It’s goddamn wrong to to dismiss this by claiming the author isn’t serious. Elliot Rodger’s rantings were dismissed until it was too late.
This. Is. Not. OK.



Truly sickening. 
cognitivedissonance:

After threats against her life, Anita Sarkeesian canceled an upcoming talk at Utah State University. Gamergate trolls are celebrating on Twitter while simultaneously dismissing the threats as nothing. Does this read like nothing to you?

“I will write my manifesto in her spilled blood, and you will all bear witness to what feminist lies and poison have done to the men of America.”

The email’s author threatened to murder feminist women indiscriminately in a mass shooting. And because carrying guns on campus outweigh the right of students and guests to be safe, Anita Sarkeesian canceled her talk.
BUT WE SHOULDN’T FEEL THREATENED, RIGHT?
BECAUSE IT’S JUST THE INTERNET, RIGHT?
The bullies won this time. And if you think this shit isn’t dangerous, I’m fresh out of fucks to give and I’m not restocking any time soon. It’s goddamn wrong to to dismiss this by claiming the author isn’t serious. Elliot Rodger’s rantings were dismissed until it was too late.
This. Is. Not. OK.



Truly sickening.

cognitivedissonance:

After threats against her life, Anita Sarkeesian canceled an upcoming talk at Utah State University. Gamergate trolls are celebrating on Twitter while simultaneously dismissing the threats as nothing. Does this read like nothing to you?

“I will write my manifesto in her spilled blood, and you will all bear witness to what feminist lies and poison have done to the men of America.”

The email’s author threatened to murder feminist women indiscriminately in a mass shooting. And because carrying guns on campus outweigh the right of students and guests to be safe, Anita Sarkeesian canceled her talk.

BUT WE SHOULDN’T FEEL THREATENED, RIGHT?

BECAUSE IT’S JUST THE INTERNET, RIGHT?

The bullies won this time. And if you think this shit isn’t dangerous, I’m fresh out of fucks to give and I’m not restocking any time soon. It’s goddamn wrong to to dismiss this by claiming the author isn’t serious. Elliot Rodger’s rantings were dismissed until it was too late.

This. Is. Not. OK.

Truly sickening.

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KOJI KONDO IN TRINIDAD

mixtape-methodology:

Fiction by Ian Denning

They told Koji the music for the new game had to be bright, so he sat in front of his keyboard and MIDI workstation in his Kyoto flat, a pot of coffee brewing in the kitchenette although it was already midnight, and he dreamed of Trinidad.

He had taken Kumiko there last December. A hotel on the beach, white sheets and bellboys in starched white shirts, the sun bright enough to bleach the blue out of the sky. The sand was so yellow and the ocean so turquoise that it looked like a video game—cartoonish, too colorful. “Look at this,” Koji said, pulling their luggage across the courtyard. “It’s forty degrees in Kyoto right now. And raining. I checked the weather report.”

Koji expected Kumiko to ridicule him—their relationship was built on his square nerdery and her wit—but she only said, without turning to him, “Yes.”

He had told her they were going to Trinidad to celebrate his new job. Koji was only a year out of art school, and had been hired by a company called Nintendo to compose music for video games. The job was worth celebrating, but that wasn’t why Koji had brought them to Trinidad.

In the hotel room, Kumiko hung their clothes in the closet while Koji paced, talking about the beaches and the sun and the island. “We can go look at the mud volcanoes. And there’s a steel drum band playing tonight. We’ve got to see that.” Kumiko nodded, and even though they were in the hotel room together, it felt like she was elsewhere, listening to him the way you might listen to strangers in the subway.

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Check out my short story “Koji Kondo in Trinidad” up on Mixtape Methodology today!

Conundrum

  1. A good social life.
  2. Exercise and healthy eating habits.
  3. Time to write.

Pick one.

I was in Couer d’Alene, a town I’ve never visited, for a wedding this weekend. It’s a weird place: a little western mountain town studded with highrise resorts. I spent a morning wandering around the town, looking into shops, trolling through antique stores. Couer d’Alene loves its kitsch—cross-stitched shmaltz, crumbling early 20th century sentimental novels selling for fifty bucks a pop, cute cowboy-themed everything.

I found the one independent video game store in Couer d’Alene (Press Start to Play, a fantastic store) and picked up a copy of Super C for the NES. As I was checking out I noticed, on the wall behind me, fussily-framed cross-stitches of Frog and Ultros. Even the video game store gets in on the kitsch. Love it.

I love being the bearer of good news.

alexleefitz:

I can’t believe David Lynch is a real person.
alexleefitz:

I can’t believe David Lynch is a real person.
alexleefitz:

I can’t believe David Lynch is a real person.
alexleefitz:

I can’t believe David Lynch is a real person.
alexleefitz:

I can’t believe David Lynch is a real person.
alexleefitz:

I can’t believe David Lynch is a real person.
alexleefitz:

I can’t believe David Lynch is a real person.
alexleefitz:

I can’t believe David Lynch is a real person.
alexleefitz:

I can’t believe David Lynch is a real person.
alexleefitz:

I can’t believe David Lynch is a real person.

alexleefitz:

I can’t believe David Lynch is a real person.

(via othernotebooksareavailable)

Man, I hated this book for the first 75% or so. It was cliche. The writing was uninspiring. Where was it going? But then, in the last 25%, even though it hadn’t stopped being cliche or uninspiring, it totally grabbed me.

Much of this was due to its use of this cool snowballing repetition. I think Life After Life is a really good example of how a novel can become powerful by accumulation and recall. Without all the boring-ass English countryside stuff and the character reminiscing about her middle-class English semi-rural upbringing, the devastation of the London Blitz or the foreignness of the Berghof lose their impact. Returning to these scenes, especially in the second half of the novel, gives the reader a sense of welcome, as safety—as it does the character. And every time we see a scene we’ve already seen—sometimes already seen two or three times before—its significance deepens.

On a genre level, it’s really interesting to see how Atkinson employs tropes from European romances and sentimental novels. This book is so fucking British. Everybody drinking tea up in Fox Corners and being very polite and stiff upper lip and stuff. This thing is just gooey with tropes from old-school English novels—the kind of easy characterization and stock scenery a contemporary writer is taught to avoid. This is the stuff that had me rolling my eyes for much of the novel.

But in the end, the repetition and deepening and metaphysical conceit of Life After Life lends a kind of extra, uncanny power to the sentimental crap, and it begins to work. Really cool.