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I have been stupid productive this last couple of weeks. No – really. I’ve made a set of spring scarves and gotten them up on Etsy, I’ve redesigned the Doublebunny store, done a ton of art, written some press releases, finished fundraising* for Rabbit Heart Poetry Film Festival and issued a venue challenge for it, done some writing for a pet project with a good friend, led a collage workshop, put down the bones for a website for another pet project, and did I mention, I’ve made a ton of art? I’ve made a ton of art.
I blame it on Edward James Olmos. Well, the Admiral.
See, I got home from a fantastic retreat feeling energized, and reading Stephen Cope’s The Great Work of Your Life, which I had picked up while away. When I hit the part about focus, I sorta lost my shit for a week, and everything started to fall apart as I thought myself into a corner.
I know that no one lasts forever, and that death is a fact of life. But it’s still no fun to hear about the passing of an artist who demanded one’s deepest respect. This morning’s news brought word of the passing of Ray Bradbury, and I am seriously bummed.*
When I was growing up, there was The Bookshelf in my father’s office.** The Bookshelf reached almost the ceiling, and when I was really little and still monkey-limbed, climbable.*** And on The Bookshelf was all kinds of business – everything from my mother’s college textbooks, to a big set of books on how to take and develop photographs, to a full set of World Book Encyclopedias (you remember when encyclopedias were on paper and bound in fancy covers and took up a bunch of space, right?) And nestled into the shelves was my father’s science fiction collection – Heinlein, Asimov, Robert E Howard, Anne McCaffrey, Ursula K LeGuinn, Ray Bradbury, and a bunch of others. I made it my task to gobble up as many of those books as I possibly could, while avoiding the Conan the Barbarian paperbacks, because they seemed a little sketchy to me.† I like think that I got a right good education from that Bookshelf.
My favorite, from an early age, was Bradbury. Dark They Were, and Golden-Eyed, originally published as The Naming of Names in the book The Martian Chronicles, literally changed my life. From the moment I finished that story, my perspective was different – I wanted now to find mystery in ordinary things, and sought it out at every chance. I also made it my business to read as much Ray Bradbury as I could possibly get my paws on.
(very mildly not safe for work)
-Thank you, Dawn, for the headsup on this!-
So, I’ve been cuddling up this last few weeks, reading Dune. I needed something to read, and while in the bookstore, it occurred to me that I had never actually read Dune, that I had only seen the movie, and that was a loooong time ago. Suddenly Dune references are popping up all over. Have I unwittingly hooked into a zeitgeist?
Well, this morning Will emailed me a link to something just wonderful –
If you’ve read Dune, and you’ve read Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown, you may love this as much as I do. Clicky on the pic to go read the whole thing. I giggled a lot.
So on Tuesday Syfy aired the last five episodes of Caprica back to back, and I recorded them for leisurely ad-free watching on Wednesday. I liked the series well enough when it was out, despite it being slow moving.* I liked the world that was built, especially the stuff about Tauron culture, and my inner cybergeek jumped up and down about New Cap City, so I kept watching.
But the primary reason I was so drawn to Caprica was, or course, Battlestar Galactica. I’ll willingly gobble up every little bit of information I can get about the cylons’ origins. And so my little marathon yesterday on the couch. But if I may be completely honest, I’m not sure that the experience was entirely satisfying – I was left with a ton of questions.
(SPOILERS FOR BOTH CAPRICA AND BSG BELOW THE CUT)
What a treat this morning to roll out of bed and have tea and cake for breakfast while watching the latest Doctor Who Christmas special! Of course we could have sat and watched it last night, but television without ads is the way to go, as far as I’m concerned. And cake for breakfast with the Doctor? Well, really, it doesn’t get much better.
The title of this entry comes from the snippets at the end of the episode that show what’s to come in the season this spring, btw, and I’m stoked! Dr. Song was all over those clips, and I’ve been taken with her since the Library episodes with Donna in season four.
OMG OMG OMG OMG i’m so EXCITED!
Skipper is coming down in a little while so we can watch Firefly episodes until we both bleed from the eyeballs or we run out of Firefly episodes. The latter is actually is the more likely possibility, considering that a) there’s only one season, and b) we’ve both watched Serenity over and over and over in recent weeks, and still can’t seem to get enough.