kleenexwoman: A caricature of me looking future-y.  (Cinnamon sees all)

This journal isn't completely friends-only, but some of it is; how much depends simply on my mood.

I like new friends, but I also like to know where my new friends come from. If you are planning on friending me or have recently friended me and we haven't talked, please let me know how you found my journal--you don't have to, but I would appreciate it. If we know each other pretty well already, feel free to do the same if the urge strikes you.

Additional note: I do small friendslist cuts periodically--if we haven't really talked at all or I don't remember who you are, you may get bumped. If you still want to read my journal anyway, just let me know and I'll add you back on.
kleenexwoman: A caricature of me looking future-y.  (Fritz Rasp sees what you did there)
John K. King's downtown location is better than the Strand. The Strand looked like a Barnes and Nobles, to be honest--extremely clean, well-organized, and spacious, with a lot of kitsch and swag. I can imagine it would be fantastic to check out if you needed to pick up a book for the subway or were looking for something specific, but it's too bright (and frankly, too tall) to invite the kind of delighted discovery that can kill a rainy afternoon. John K. King is a serious destination, somewhere you need to work to get to instead of popping in on the streetcorner. It's dusty, cluttered, and has piles of books stuck in every corner. There's no swag, just shit-tons of books and books and books. Also, the rare books are ALWAYS available right in the front of the store, instead of being locked away upstairs and then closed long before the rest of the store is. (That was a serious disappointment at the Strand, let me tell you.) Yes, there's no climate control, but that just weeds out the weak.

Beer selection. Not that there aren't some great microbreweries around NYC, but Michigan has such a huge emphasis on selection that there's not much of a contest. I kept seeing the same three or four local brands in bodegas, liquor stores, and bars, and there seemed to be a cursory variation of types (lager, pilsner, IPA, check!) as opposed to the breadth of invention and variety that typify even the small Michigan breweries. There also didn't seem to be any seasonal variations on the shelves. Maybe I'm just spoiled for choice, but it seems like beer lovers still have their home in the Midwest.

Traffic. Do I even need to say it? Thankfully we missed rush hour both going and coming, but when you point at already-packed New York city streets and say, "It'll be so much worse by the time we're in Jersey!", it's not hard to come to conclusions. By the time we were 40 miles out of the city and well into NJ, there was STILL backup going into Manhattan. 40 fucking miles. Detroit may have construction problems and the occasional gridlock, but I've never been in a freeway traffic jam more than 5 miles long in the worst of conditions. I can't even imagine what fresh hell it must be when it snows there.

Middle Eastern Food. Okay, I didn't really get the chance to try it on this trip, besides a decent but not amazing gyro from a street cart. I'm getting this from someone who spent 17 years in Michigan and 10 years in New York, though, so take that as you will. Michigan has a ton of Middle Eastern joints, which are largely Lebanese style even when the people who might own the restaurant aren't Lebanese--it's just the kind of Middle Eastern that Detroiters are accustomed to. And it's fucking delicious, with fresh vegetables, perfect spice blends, fresh hot bread, and fluffy rice pilaf. Every time she comes to the D, my New York friend gorges herself on hummus and garlic spread from the Lebanese restaurants she loves--apparently you can't get the right taste in New York. This is because the main style of Middle Eastern food in New York is Turkish, and this has to do with the fact that New York has a huge Russian immigrant population. These folks are used to Turkish food being their go-to Middle Eastern style. While Turkish food may be delicious, it just doesn't hit the right spot if simple, tangy Lebanese cuisine is what you're craving. New York friend summed it up by saying, with immense disgust, "They put RAISINS in the grape leaves." Like, what the fuck?

Real estate. This also goes without saying, I think. Manhattan is an island. Real estate will never be less expensive than it is now. Rent is insane. Apartments are impossible. The tiny flat in the cheap part of Queens that I stayed in costs the same per month as my neighbor's rent on her nice condo in a really nice part of town here, and my cousin's cramped apartment downtown cost the same as three West Bloomfield McMansions here. My co-worker's two-bedroom apartment in Queens cost the same as a really nice house in Hazel Park here. No wonder all the hipsters fled to Detroit after the housing market went nuts in 2008--you can have your space on a shoestring here and squat without anyone caring.

This is me trying to convince myself not to move to New York, because everything else was fucking amazing.
kleenexwoman: A caricature of me looking future-y.  (I am a girl of the future)

Omg LiveJournal has a mobile app. WHER

kleenexwoman: A caricature of me looking future-y.  (Bibliophilia)
Hey anyone who likes poetry—

I recently printed off a run of 20 chapbooks, entitled “Scary Stories to Tell in the Cul-De-Sac.” It’s a collection of 11 poems about my experiences growing up in the suburbs of Detroit as a Jewish girl. It contains a six-page poem about my experience at Occupy Detroit (spoiler: it did not go as planned).

I brought them to an open mic I recently hosted. Almost nobody came. Nobody bought a chapbook. I even baked brownies. I still have leftover brownies.

I’m hoping to sell them. I priced the chapbooks at $3, and I estimate shipping for each to be about $2. I’m kinda broke :/ So if anyone wants to buy a chapbook for $5, LMK. My PayPal is kleenexwoman42@yahoo.com and drop your address in my inbox. I’ll sign ‘em and everything. Maybe throw in some glitter.

(Lemmeknow if you want yours glittered tho.)


Jul. 20th, 2014 02:00 pm
kleenexwoman: A caricature of me looking future-y.  ([George] your future is history)
I only went for a day, but I'm still riding the high.

We caught a ride with Sal, who owns Off the Beaten Path books. She got us to march in the Founder's Fest Parade with her, so we ended up waking up at 8 to go shiver outside with a bunch of other steampunks until 10:30 when the damn thing actually started. We were in spot 66 behind the Pistons mascot. There was no spot 66. The street cleaner painted with a smiley face bore down on us the entire time.

I hadn't known about Detcon until two weeks ago, when it was far too late to take off work. So I only went on Saturday, but I got the impression that Saturday was the best day to go. We got there about 1, and we wandered around the Artist's Alley for a bit. I pitched a book to a publisher, who was really nice and said he might be interested (now I have to go write it). And I looked at an exhibition of Michigan area fandom history, and then a nice man wearing a Disaster Area shirt said that if I was interested in history, there was a panel going on right then. He showed me and Colleen up to the panel room, where Fred Prophet was just getting done with his spiel. We learned about the Wayne Third Foundation, Selden's Plan, the Slan Shack, Moopsball, how Detroit-area fandom dealt with Star Trek and Girls (or how Girls dealt with Fandom), ill-advised roadtrips, pulling off a Star Trek con by the skin of your teeth, and how Harlan Ellison screamed about his erections in a Greektown restaurant.

After that, Disaster Area pulled me over and introduced me to Fred Prophet and a couple of other elder people and said, "This young lady would like to hear your stories!" I got fluttery. The old people seemed kind of vague and tired, so I skipped off to chat with some slightly younger fans (like, 70 as opposed to 90), and they told me about how much more informal and wild fandom used to be in the day. Disaster Area explained that Howard DeVore would always hit on pretty girls, and he felt that the best way to maintain his legacy was to make sure that the younger women at the con had a nice time and got be to introduced to people. Then I went to Artist's Alley again to peruse old fanzines, catch up with a few people I knew, and buy some books. I got a big ol' bag of books for a dollar.

Then we went to Sal's Afrofuturism panel, which was fascinating--Sal said that she felt African mythology was becoming more of a thing people were interested in partially because of Neil Gaiman and Anansi boys, and some of the panelists discussed whether they felt the term "Afrofuturism" was ghettoizing or not. Everyone was really fascinating.

Then Colleen went to find coffee, and I found Disaster Area guy again. I was a bit nervous because I really wanted to hear some old fan stories from people, and we chatted a bit about social anxiety, and then I had to go find Colleen. We hung around the Volt bar for a while and were invited to photobomb, and we saw several ladies dressed as Princess Leia and one as Uhura--it wasn't a cosplay-heavy con, and I got the feeling that most of the cosplayers were cosplaying more for the sake of nostalgia than for the sake of cosplay. There were definitely a lot of older folks, and a few older people with their kids, but not that many young people just wandering around. There were also a lot of booths for other cons or putting in bids for other cities, and a big area with flyers for other cons--fuck, I had no idea there were so many--and a
"party board" that "Filthy Pierre" had put up. That was awesome. I noted that all of the parties were on the 68th and 69th floors.

I saw that the elder fen from the panel were hanging out in the bar, and I got really nervous for a while about approaching them. I cried. Finally Colleen said, "OK, let's just pretend like we are getting a drink and then say hi." And we actually chatted with the elder fen for a few minutes--one of them asked, "So, are you a relative of Howard's?" and we were like, "No, but maybe in spirit," and he asked how we heard about the Misfits, and I said that I hadn't before the panel but that I was really interested in old fandom. Fred said that he was pleased that there was a pretty girl interested in him, and the other dude said that it was cool for us to be interested in old sci-fi fandom and he talked about how Minneapolis lost out on a bid in 1973 so it was putting in a bid for 2073. I thought he was joking. Then Colleen said we had to go to a panel, so Fred said that he'd be at parties later, probably, and that if I wanted to hang out with elder fen and hear stories there was always ConFusion. Then I hugged him and, um, I kissed him on the forehead and ran off. Awkward.

The panel was OK. It was about writing workshops. The Ferrett was there. I didn't learn anything terribly new except that Clarion workshop is very expensive. I also exchanged information with a lady who said she wanted to be in a non-SF workshop.

Then we went to the Extravaganza. The costume contest was OK--I've seen much better. I did confirm with myself that I'm starting to dislike straight-up cosplay, because unless you know the character it's often just not very interesting. But there was a Dalek ballgown and also a King Henry Wallace the 8th, which Colleen enjoyed. Her butt was getting numb sitting so we went party-hopping--the 69th floor was all different city bids for the next Worldcons, so we chatted with people about DC and such, and then we hung out in THE SLAN SHACK. That was so cool. The real Slan Shack was a house in Battle Creek where a bunch of SF fans just shacked up with each other. I assume there were cockroach fights and bed-hopping. We talked a bit with some older fans who were Very Serious about Worldcon in Minneapolis in 2073, and then took some flyers for Minicon, which is also older fans and also where my aunt and uncle I want to hang out with more live.

After that, we went to a panel about genre mash-ups. It was very informal and there was audience participation, and the moderator was a dude from GLAHW, which I went to one meeting of and then didn't go to because it was boring and there wasn't a workshop or anything, just people taking minutes and trying to set up events. But the panel was cool. "Why aren't there more vampire astronauts?" Welp. One of the dudes who talked the most talked about how there was a Holmes/Dracula subgenre, and we talked a lot about fanfic, and this dude behind me bitched about Naomi Novik because even if women could bond with dragons they wouldn't be captains??? Or something. A great deal of fun was had, and afterwards I talked to an anthology editor who was very interested in Cthulhu chick lit and encouraged Colleen to write her gay Arthurian story. Networking!!! Then we talked to a lady who had hung out at Robert Frost's cabin and published her first novel at age 55.

Then MORE PARTYHOPPING. We found Barfleet and the Gaylaxians, and the Kansas City bid had a speakeasy and you had to say the word "Goat," and then we hopped over to the Penguicon people and talked about autism and hacking, and then we kind of settled down at the New Orleans party and got pretty drunk. I started yelling about Detroit, and we attracted Elwin, who had been the mod at the Afrofuturism panel. We talked about ICP, wrestling, and whether the panel had been a success, and I offered to let him sleep on my couch. He took me up on it.

We did pop down to the other floor to see if there were Olds there, but the Very Old People had all probably gone to sleep and it was mostly people around my parents' age. We did talk to a dude who wanted to go to the moon and he was full of fascinating facts about how the steam engine ended slavery. Anyway, Sal was going to pick us up, so we went to the ground floor of the Renaissance building and talked about how difficult and scary activism was and how hard it was to fight. Then he fell asleep in the car on the way there and he slept on my couch.

I am sad that I missed some of the fan history panels I wanted to go to and will have to miss them today because of work, but I did get to see most of the one I wanted to go to, I apparently made Fred Prophet's day by showing him that young people were interested in old stuff, I have a good line on where to go to hang out with elder fen and listen to their stories, I now actually know that Fred Prophet, Howard DeVore, and the Misfits existed (even though I didn't get to hear the stories), and the panels were also being videotaped so I can probably look them up on the Detcon website. Also, ConFusion is a thing I want to go to.
kleenexwoman: A caricature of me looking future-y.  (I am a girl of the future)
The North American Science Fiction Convention is coming to Detroit next weekend...and I only heard about it yesterday because I don't keep up on these things. I have Friday and Saturday free, and I super-duper want to go...the panels! The guests! The networking!

Is anyone reading this going?
kleenexwoman: A caricature of me looking future-y.  (Beatnik BFFs)
God, I had the best day. No, week.

Read more... )

tl;dr April is National Poetry Month, I went to a lot of workshops and am feeling artistically refreshed, and people are so wonderful and great.
kleenexwoman: A caricature of me looking future-y.  (Wizardess)
THIRD TIME IN A ROW. The theme this year was "Judgment," which is the second to last card in the Major arcana.

stuff what happened )
kleenexwoman: A picture of a man swooning girlishly against a wall.  (Strapping young bucks)
1) What I was thinking at the time I wrote a story, or a question about my writing as a whole. The question can be about anything, including my WIPs.

2) Pick a character/pairing I've written and I will explain the top five ideas, concepts, etc. I try to keep in mind while writing that character/pairing.

3) Quote a few lines from something I've written and I'll comment on them.

4) Pick one of my fics, either on LJ (in Memories) or Fanfiction.Net or ArchiveOfOurOwn (I'm Kleenexwoman everywhere) and I'll tell you something about it.

5) Pick a story and I'll tell you what happened the minute/day/week (I will choose) after the story ended.
kleenexwoman: A caricature of me looking future-y.  (Pass as human)
I don't really care that much when other people express strong emotions about things I don't share, I guess, but I really dislike it when I feel that I'm expected to join in.

Grief is a biggie for me. I hate attending funerals of people I don't know. I'd certainly be upset if an actor or a writer I liked died, but if someone whose work I don't particularly care about dies, I can't muster much more than a "Huh, that's too bad" most of the time. Now, this should be fine, but it does strike me as weird when people cry at me about it, and I go, "I didn't know you were a fan of them," and they go, "I wasn't, but it's SO TRAGIC." Do you get teary when a co-worker's relative dies and they have to go to the funeral? Do you mist up reading the obituaries? Maybe you do because you are that tender-hearted of a soul, but I do not think most people do.

It's especially weird when people go, "Oh, man, I'm so sad X died, now we'll never get another movie from them," and other people go "STOP BEING SELFISH, YOUR THOUGHTS SHOULD BE WITH THEIR FAMILY." The only reason you care about this person is because they made movies or songs or books you liked. You may have become a fan of their personality, you may have even met them, but you would never have known they existed and thus been able to be sad about their deaths if you hadn't liked the way they made art. That was your relationship to them, fan to idol. Why shouldn't you mourn their creations forever unveiled? Why shouldn't you mourn them in a way that's appropriate to how you knew them, if that's how you feel?

Recently, the royal baby thing has been fucking weird, because there are people talking about it all the fuck over the place and women talking about it at work, and one lady asked me if I was happy, and I said, "I don't really care. We're not an English commonwealth--in fact, we kind of seceded--so it's got nothing to do with me." She got mad and said, "Well, if you don't care about the future king, you can at least care that there's a happy and healthy baby in the world." I said I hated babies and went to eat my salad. Then I thought of a much better thing to say :/ L'esprit d'escalier.

If you're bringing this down to that human and common of a level, what's the point? A guy I know posted on his Facebook on the date of the baby's birth, "Shaniqua Johnson gave birth to a healthy baby boy in a Harlem hospital last night. There was no news coverage." If you're trying to make people care just because there's a baby, why don't you care about Shaniqua Johnson's baby? The only reason you know who these people are or what they are doing is because they are royalty. If you care about royalty, that's lovely, I'm certainly not going to debate you on how important the British crown is or what you should care about. But if you think I should care about the baby even if I don't care about royalty, what else are you ignoring?

tl;dr Feel whatever you feel about whatever you want, but don't get mad at me when I don't join in. Thx.
kleenexwoman: Dr. Manhattan taking a hit from a bong. The background is stars.  (Doctor Bonghittin)
Give me a fandom and I will tell you:

Favorite character(s):
Least Favorite character(s):
5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):
Character(s) I find most attractive:
Character(s) I would marry:
Character(s) I would be best friends with:
A random thought:
An unpopular opinion:
Canon OTP(s):
Non-canon OTP(s):
Most badass character(s):
Pairing(s) I am not a fan of:
Character(s) I feel the writers screwed over:
Favourite friendship(s):
Character(s) I want to adopt or be adopted by:
kleenexwoman: A caricature of me looking future-y.  (Wizardess)
Sol Invictus and a Good Yule! May the sun rise from the dead and illuminate the winter sky! May a witch bring you many presents, and may your log shit candy! May the Yule Cat not sniff you out, and may the Krampus pass you by for a thrashing! If you are Christian, may Saint Nicholas leave you enough money for a dowry! If you are Jewish, may your Chinese food not give you the MSG sweats, and may the Evil Inclination and the Gentiles not interrupt your evening! And may the Doctor save the Earth from aliens...again!
kleenexwoman: A caricature of me looking future-y.  (I can read your mind.)
Grand River Avenue leads into this town that used to be the capitol of Michigan and now is this sad tourist trap inhabited mostly by ghosts. If you're good enough, you can go back in time to when the downtown wasn't shabby and peeling and empty and filled with blowing trash. It was crowded and noisy, and they had this circus that drove people mad, but I could only stay there for a few moments. I never got to get into the circus tent.

The freeways are places in their own right. They're full of secret clubs and folklore about exits, full of little traps that if you drive into them will take your car to strange and dangerous places. The bike paths along them have their own folklore--the 275 trail is said to have a magical bike shop, where an old man will fix your bike for free and dispense mysterious and life-changing advice.

The planet was being attacked by shape-shifting aliens. The inhabitants, barbarians all, thought that you could tell the aliens from the humans because humans all had "soul gems" that were attached to them somehow and glowed. I was an agent from the future sent back to help them, and I was trying to hide the fact that I didn't have a soul gem from them, because we'd all figured out after a few centuries that soul gems were superstitious nonsense.

The Doctor's new companion was a woman with an abusive husband. She had been living with him for ten years and the Doctor couldn't stand it anymore. They went and rescued a girl from the future who had been genetically programmed to be a genius, but something went wrong, and every time she tried to think above a certain level, she would get these horrible migraines that eventually gave her convulsions--so solving any problem became a sort of balancing act with her migraines. The Doctor thought she only had a little while to live. The Doctor wasn't sure why both of his companions seemed so sad and never sassed him back.
kleenexwoman: A caricature of me looking future-y.  (Default)
Today has been a crappy day. I'm sad that people are horrible and uncaring to other people, I'm sad that further people mistake this cruelness for some kind of natural law and discourage others from trying to ever change it, and I'm scared that the people who believe this have such power over my life and future.
kleenexwoman: A caricature of me looking future-y.  (Shiksas lieben die Juden)
my girlfriend is amazing. i have never fell for anyone this fast before. the wine she brought me helps me not care about arguments about jesus. clearly jesus, despite being against gay marriage or something, gave me my girlfriend like he fixed some random lady's van. i don't think jesus fixes vans, that's what mechanics are for, but i can accept that a random and unknowable deific consciousness provided me with immense good luck in my life so that i can do something amazing with it. i hope i can measure up.
kleenexwoman: A caricature of me looking future-y.  (What the fuck is slash fanfic?)
Hello, Yuletide Writer! Thank you for offering to write for me!

Here are my thoughts on what I requested:

1) Agent Pendergast stuff. I actually like most of the characters, but I guess Corrie and Aloysius were the only ones that they listed this year...so. I do like Corrie a lot, and I'm sort of fond of matching her up with Constance, either as girlfriends or in a "Hey, why don't I have my modern teenaged girl buddy teach my ancient teenaged girl buddy how to navigate modern life?" I'm not a huge fan of Margo, but I enjoy her interacting with Nora and Bill (if you want to pretend Bill is just in the hospital or something, I'm totally cool with that). I like Pendergast family backstory and strangeness (if you haven't read the new short story "Extraction," you totally should--I LOVED it), and I like Aloysius because he's picky and nerdy and tragic and kind of an asshole. And if you like writing lots of description, I eat description up with a spoon...

2) Prometheus stuff. I did ask for David-centric stuff--I love David in the same way I love all movie robots...I'm actually gonna link you to a Tumblr post I made on David, here: Here! I have great sympathy for David as a thing that did not ask to be created as a robot and had no choice in the matter, but that's treated as a lesser being. If you have seen the original "Alien" movies, I would also be quite happy with something that meshed the two through some sort of...whatever. (However, I do hold that "Alien: Resurrection" NEVER HAPPENED, it would have been lovely if it did, but Joss Whedon was just busy with other things...)

3) holy crap I can't believe the Adventures of Alyx is on here, I love Joanna Russ. If you got my letter because of this, chances are you probably have a good idea of what kind of Alyx story you'd like to write, so I would be happy to see that. If you don't have a fantasy that's been brewing forever, pretty much what I said in my notes--I would really love to see more of Alyx and Edarra, the spoiled rich girl who hires Alyx to rescue her. I enjoyed her.

4) I'm Jewish, so the Hebrew Hammer was a movie I cherished. I actually watch it every December 24th while having a Chinese food party with some friends, because sometimes I want to be a stereotype. Passover is my favorite holiday, and it's iconic enough that if you aren't Jewish or familiar with Jewish culture, you're probably at least passingly familiar with it and what it means. If not, you get to find out! This is a very fun, silly movie and I would especially like what you write for this to match it in tone.

Thank you again! :)


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