On March 2, 1812, this anonymous verse appeared in the London Morning Chronicle, possibly penned by Lord Byron (opinions vary on this):
Those villains, the Weavers, are all grown refractory,
Asking some succor for Charity's sake—
So hang them in clusters round each Manufactory,
That will at once put an end to mistake.
The rascals, perhaps, may betake them to robbing,
The dogs to be sure have got nothing to eat—
So if we can hang them for breaking a bobbin,
'Twill save all the Government's money and meat:
Men are more easily made than machinery—
Stockings fetch better prices than lives—
Gibbers on Sherwood will heighten the scenery,
Showing how commerce, how Liberty thrives!
I love the sarcastic tone, very contemporary. Somewhat akin to The Fugs' KILL FOR PEACE in attitude.
On a completely different note, how on Earth can 36 degrees Celsius be “feels like 43”?
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Spent the entire goddamn day speed re-reading this entire book just to locate one single passage I needed for a bit in THE SOLAR GRID.
Frustrating, but necessary. I am however reminded by what a fantastic and well-researched read it is. I doubt this is going to be the last time I utilize Luddite history in a story. It's such a fascinating episode in history. Remember this is just a few years before Mary Shelley started writing FRANKENSTEIN and young Percy was frequenting pothouses. Lord Byron was already a famed poet, having written verse in favor of the Luddites actually, and the Napoleonic Wars were still ongoing.
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The incessant bullying of one single child throughout his life may end up having played a major role in the reelection of Donald J. Trump apparently.
Not to overlook all the many other potential reasons, but it's good to have all aspects of the bigger picture.
Post office and grocery run out of the way. Lettering TSG08/#9. More cover art to do later. KS update to draft, and maybe find time to exercise and try a new recipe.
Already too much to squeeze into a single day tbh, because my evening hours belong to my son. I should also schedule a haircut already.
Started Paul McAuley's SECRET OF LIFE (one dollar on Kindle!) late last night and I'm hooked. At over 400 pages, it's a big fucker of a book though, so we'll see if it holds my interest to the very end. I note that the hardback is only $6, which would typically be more than an incentive for me to nab it, especially after having enjoyed the digital sample. But the cover art/design on that thing is enough to make me go uh, yeah, no thanks. If I'm gonna introduce another physical object into my life, it sure as fuck better be beautiful.
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3:30am and I am in the process of making bread for the first time in my life for no good reason. An activity I'm sure I will regret having pursued instead of sleep, when my child awakens in three hours.
Finished one of the TSG covers and newsletter went out a couple hours ago.
Paul McAuley: “Staying alert to the happening world helps rather more, I guess, than trying to follow trends and fashions in fiction that aren’t a good fit for what you are interested in. Drawing on the here and now, which is crammed with the weird and wonderful, and changes driven by science and technology, rather than reworking previous instances of science fiction.”
This is why the best artists in any field are always going to be the ones exposed to things outside of their field. Filmmakers who only watch films aren't as interesting as those who also read fiction. Comix-makers who only read comicbooks aren't as great as those who read history or frequent art galleries. Musicians who only listen to music aren't as interesting as those who survey the news. Fashion designers who only look at fashion designers aren't as interesting as those who backpack around the world.
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Post office run earlier today. Wise choice because presently a violent thunderstorm roars overhead. Assembling TSG08/#9 right now. Will break for cooking and exercise before starting on cover pencils. Very much behind on all the things this week due to Hurricane Beryl. Won't get to newsletter-drafting before tomorrow which is cutting it way too close.
Inbox 5, RSS 44.
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There was a time many years ago when I spent about a week in a small oasis town in Egypt's west desert. It was probably spring and way too hot to be there that time of year, but I recall the locals had a smart way of going about it: they had switched their schedules: sleeping during the day, rendering the place very much a ghost town during those hours, only to emerge in the evening, and that's when the place became bustling with all manner of activity.
As a morning person, this was at odds with my typical circadian rhythms but very much made sense given the circumstances.
It strikes me as very odd that places like Houston don't enact similar schedule changes given the unbearable summer heat. But then again, nothing in Houston is the result of a culture that slow-cooked and simmered over hundreds or thousands of years. It is colonized in every sense of the word; outside ways of being, building, planting, and existing forced upon the landscape. This is one of Western civilization's greatest evils, an insistence on subjugating the natural world rather than working with it, even worse that it is done in a one-size fits all approach. We should know by now that such subjugation never truly works, and almost always tends to backfire (the over arching theme of TSG I s'pose). It even makes capitalist sense: Imagine the exorbitant energy bills that would be drastically cut in all those air-conditioned glass-case office buildings that wouldn't have the beating rays of that high-noon sun to contend with.
Wardrobe change enacted: sandals, cotton tank tops, linen pants and shorts, the occasional loose-fit shirt, and big hats. I've never been much of a hat person (or sandals person for that matter), but you do what you gotta do to cope with a scorched Earth.
None of the measures mentioned above have been enough. I may have to also enact a drastic haircut.
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Despite busting my hand in the process of moving all my patio plants back outside (storm passed over, all is fine), I decided to start the process of installing my newly purchased blackout curtains (do not be fooled by the white color) because temperatures are soaring again. This also involved installing curtain rods, the chosen style of which is a 2-person job. Another downside of this particular style of curtain rod is that apparently the only way to remove the curtains is by completely de-installing the rods themselves, firmly bolted into the walls. Which basically means these curtains will never be washed. Oops.
Look at how beautiful those curtains look though.
In all actuality, the nitpicker in me really wishes the curtains were properly ironed and just a tad shorter.
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Brought all patio plants and furniture inside after receiving four tropical storm warning alerts in less than 24 hours. Winds are expected to pick up to something like 70mph.
This has resulted in furry house guest obtaining a new favorite laying spot, which also doubles as a stealthy hiding spot, from where she likes to pounce on what she assumes are unsuspecting victims. I refrain from telling her that her stark black and white coat is too much of a giveaway from as far as the eye can see.
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Just read Paul J. McAuley's GENE WARS in THE BIG BOOK OF CYBERPUNK and fell in love. I am however ashamed to admit that this is the first of McAuley I've read. The story is pretty out there, but certainly much less out there than the time it was written (1991). Which leads me to believe that Paul J. McAuley possesses a mind of incredible foresight. To determine this from just one story may seem ridiculous, but you have to read it and then you will understand! He is clearly concerned with ideas far more than over-indulging in the soap operatic turmoil of fictional characters, which is very much my shit.
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Solo month with the child has commenced and I am loving it. All pages for TSG 08 (#9 in the print installments) are inked and scanned. Next week I work on the covers.
Other things to get out of the way next week:
– Adjustments on cover art for another thing (can't even remember the code name I had assigned it prior so will no longer bother).
– Poster design for the next Zine Fest Houston.
– Draft next newsletter.
Other things I'd really like to do but doubt I'll find the time:
– Install blackout curtains (generally never been a fan, but this Houston summer heat is winning the battle against my AC system).
– Pot a couple new plants.
– Update Ganzeer.com.
Can't keep my brain from thinking about life post-TSG. I know that's a big no-no, and I really ought to focus exclusively on the thing sat on my drawing table right now, but I just can't help but think ahead sometimes.
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