social issues

The Putz-in-Chief has once again demonstrated…to everyone but his cultists… how little he really knows or cares about America’s Heartland. This SuperbOwl tweet from Donald Trump was taken down quickly, but screenshots abound. Here is one more. What’s even more pathetic? #BoneSpurs Donny has attended several rallies in Missouri! Recently! You’d think Kellyanne or Hannity…

Read More Um, Kansas City is in Missouri

For the last month I’ve been drafting a blog post about the organization called Romance Writers of America. I keep having to add new stuff. So I’ll get this out there now. A month ago I would have told you “The RWA (Romance Writers of America) is a storied professional organization with a lot of…

Read More The RWA Meltdown

Neal Peart is dead. On January 7, of glioblastoma. He’d been ill for three-and-a-half years. He and the close-knit Rush band family kept it quiet. When I found out, I cried. I’ve been a Rush fan since my brothers introduced me to the band’s unique music forty-five years ago. Every record…nearly every song…was a marker…

Read More Wallflowers and Warrior Poets

I lost a brother yesterday morning in a terrible car accident. The usual problem with rural New Mexico roads: impaired people howling 80+ miles per hour down a two-mile slope, no brakes, just plowing into my brother who was only 300 feet from his house. My brother died instantly, or nearly. The kid who hit…

Read More A requiem

Nineteen years ago I moved into the lower-rent end of a pricey Phoenix subdivision, courtesy of dual incomes and the dot-com bubble bursting at just the right time. The backyard went from Bermuda grass and gum trees to a minimalist sweep of gravel, Indonesian statues, and oleander. It’s always been the stepping stone to something…

Read More New Walls, New Windows

I’ve been so busy with art and a new manufacturing job that I have completely neglected the Blue Night blog. Sorry, folks, I’ll try to carve some time out for bloggy stuff. In the meantime, I really love my job. First, a PSA: If you know someone going through a traumatic and dangerous breakup/divorce/etc, make…

Read More Rants from a neglected blog

How many times have we heard ‘Money doesn’t buy happiness’? At best that’s a warning to value the non-financial things in life. At worst, it’s a ploy to convince poor people to be content with their lot. Money *can* buy opportunity, or the chance to maximize opportunity. It can buy time. Fox mouthpieces mocked Alexandra…

Read More Art On A Kitchen Table

Matthew Whitaker, the new Acting Attorney General, may act on his threat to stop the Mueller investigation by bleeding off its funding. Whitaker has been chasing a state judicial appointment since Trump got into office, and doing it by dangling himself coyly on TV and social media so that The Orange One will ‘notice’ him…

Read More A GoFundMe For Mueller?

On an amble through an Arizona art cooperative, I found an emerging artist’s gallery offering hand-embroidered clothing. ‘Cool!’ I thought, stepping close enough to see details. I am a sucker for embroidered clothes. ‘Awww, dammit,’ I thought next. The stitches were large and roughly spaced, an effect probably meant to be charming and rustic to…

Read More Economics and Hand-embroidery

All five of these little beasts are done: pages sewn together, accordion folds sewn into place, covers attached, and flannel-lined storage bags completed. I discuss these books more here. Each ended up when closed 7.25×5.25″, about the size of a paperback book. They open to 7.25×50″. There are over sixty patriotic fabric appliques sewn into…

Read More ‘The Truth Remains’: finished!

In truth, nonbinary characters and relationships already abound in science fiction and fantasy. Even really graphic ones. It’s just that authors who wrote this stuff were largely relegated to more literary fare in the late 60s-early 70s ‘New Wave’ or 2000s-era small-press erotic romance publishers. If they wanted to publish with Tor, Daw, Del-Rey, Ace,…

Read More Male/Male SFF Grows the F**k Up

Now in its natural habitat! I have a dear friend who has to endure dialysis three times a week. This sucks on many levels. One injurious indignity involves a theoretically-padded chair that is just on the more-padded side of a cheapass emergency-room waiting room metal bench. No one should have to spend ten minutes in…

Read More The Supercomfy Non Skid Chair Pad

I’ve been following this thing since late February, when someone I know on Twitter made ominous subtweets about a catfishing scandal (yet again) in the world of male/male romance publishing. This link from The Salt Miners gives a better overview and details. Riptide, one of the most outwardly prestigious publishers in the genre, got caught with…

Read More Diversity, Catfishing, and the Santino Hassell disaster

What a year, gang. We’ve seen political upheavals mingled with newly energized activism. Lazy intellects, desperate anger, slick marketing, and pathological distrust of expertise resulted in everything from Trump’s election, Brexit, serious Flat Earth conspiracies, anti-vaccination movements, pseudoscience, and the disastrous return of Lysenkoism to Russia. We’ve seen brave, fierce scientists, journalists, and ordinary people…

Read More 2017 in review