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haley young, via seattlemag.com
You really ought to see These Streets, the new play at ACT about five women in the ’90s local rock scene.
Its writers (Gretta Harley, Sarah Rudinoff, Elizabeth Kenny; pictured above) were there. They know of what they speak.
I mentioned in my book Loser how the national media’s false “grunge” stereotype included “no women in sight, not even as video models.”
But in the real Seattle scene, women were involved in leading roles from the start, on stage (Kim Warnick, Sue Ann Harkey, Barbara Ireland) and off (managers, venue owners, photographers, zine publishers, etc.).
Now, the truth may at last become better known.
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As the many unattached among us face with dread the day devoted, by Hallmark and other marketers, toward luvvey-duvvey cutesy-poo, comes a new study on “the old man-woman thing.”
Authors Bobbi J. Carothers and Harry T. Reis claim, among other things, that:
Imagine the possible implications!
ap via nwcn.com
beth dorenkamp via grindhouse theater tacoma
igor keller at hideousbelltown.blogspot.com
via kip w on flickr
via jim linderman on tumblr
via nutshell movies
For the 27th consecutive year (really!), we proudly present the MISCmedia In/Out List, the most venerable and only accurate list of its kind in the known English-speaking world.
As always, this is a prediction of what will become hot and not-so-hot in the coming year, not necessarily what’s hot and not-so-hot now. If you believe everything hot now will just keep getting hotter, I’ve got some Hostess Brands stock to sell you.
…back in 1973.
(It’s a sequel to The 2,000 Year Old Man, one of the great comedy LPs of all time.)
'he-man and she-ra: a christmas special,' part of the festivities at siff film center on xmas eve
And a dreadful sorry for not posting in the last 12 days.
What I’ve been up to: Not much. Just wallowing in the ol’ clinical depression again over my first mom-less Xmas, trying to figure out how the heck I’m gonna pay January’s rent.
(For those of you who came in late, I’m not independently wealthy despite the old rumors; a few little local photo books don’t earn anything near a decent living; and my eternal search for a little ol’ paying day job has gone nowhere slowly.)
But I have vowed to stay at it. And there will be new MISCmedia products in the new year.
And, as always, it’s the time of year for MISCmedia’s annual In/Out List, the only accurate guide to what will become hot and not-so-hot in the coming 12 months. Send in your suggestions now.
On with the accumulated random links:
nanowrimo.org
I participated in National Novel Writing Month again this year. Came out of it with most of the first draft of something I’m tentatively calling Horizontal Hold: A Novel About Love & Television. More details as I come closer to making it presentable.
kirotv.com
priscilla long, via the american scholar
aaron tung, via digitalbookworld.com
There are many differences between the book world and the music world.
For one thing, music-world people have long held a healthy disrespect for the weasels, hucksters, and corporate wolves running their industry.
Book-world people, in contrast, are often willfully supplicant toward their industry, its masters, and its most crippling business-as-usual tactics.
Until, perhaps, now.
Germany’s Bertelsmann and Britain’s Pearson Group announced they’re merging their respective English-language book publishing units, Random House and Penguin. Those firms, two of the Big Six in the U.S. book biz, have each absorbed other imprints over the years—Viking, Putnam, Bantam, Doubleday, Knopf, Pantheon, and many others.
Bertelsmann will control the merged entity, once the Feds approve (perhaps one year from now).
The official excuse, this time, is that big publishers need to become even bigger so they can “stand up to Amazon.”
But we know the real reason. Monopolistic greed and dreams of global conquest, as always.
Now, the publishing biz is too consolidated for its own good already. It has been since at least the mid-1990s.
But “people of the book” (authors, reviewers, editors, etc.) said or did little to challenge the takeovers.
They’d often complain about book selling falling into fewer hands, especially in the heyday of the Borders/Barnes & Noble duopoly. But these folks didn’t complain as much about publishers becoming ever fewer and ever bigger.
Book fans cold have used some of the music fans’ cynicism about the companies who claim to have their interests at heart.
And now, they might finally be developing some of that wise-assery.
Publishers don’t, and never really have, acted in the best interests of either authors or readers. They, like other businesses, are in it for themselves.
And in this case, their actions may lead (as an LA Times business writer puts it) to “higher prices and less diversity of book titles.”
Yet that piece, and other commentaries summarized by UK trade blog TheBookseller, repeat the seldom questioned presumption of a “diminished interest in books.”
Even though total print and e-book sales are rising, even soaring in some categories.
And even though print book sales have held their own in this economy, better than a lot of other media sectors.
Instead of ever mega-er mega publishers saving the book biz, perhaps the biz is renewing itself in spite of them.
via dailymail.co.uk
chris lehman, npr via kplu
watch el chacal de la trompeta, via youtube
In a publication entitled City Living, you might expect words by and for people who love this city.
But there are also Seattle haters out there.
I know. I’ve seen them.
All the time I’ve been in Seattle (don’t ask), I’ve known two predominant kinds of Seattle haters:
1) White baby-boomers who rant that the city is too big, too loud, too tense, and too full of suspected “gang bangers” (i.e., nonwhite males younger than 40). These folk dream of having a McMansion-sized “cabin” on the Bainbridge shoreline, but would settle for a Skagit County farmhouse.
2) Men and women of prominent ego (of many races, though still usually white) who decree that this hick town doesn’t deserve their obvious greatness.
These denouncers almost always also rant that Seattle fails to sufficiently imitate New York, Los Angeles, and (especially) San Francisco, in criteria ranging from architecture to food.
These folk generally refuse the idea that people in cities other than NY/LA/SF can choose to run a city any differently. All which is not NY/LA/SF, by these folks’ definition, is automatically inferior.
Sometimes, these folk will expect me to casually agree with their putdowns. They’ll ask me what part of the East Coast I’m from. Then, before I can answer, they’ll tell me I obviously agree that this is just a cowtown full of hicks and don’t I want to get my butt back to the civilized world?
I tend to respond that the only thing “eastern” I’m from is the eastern shore of Puget Sound; that Seattle is a fascinating place brimming with ideas and personalities; and that we can do things our own way.
If these folk are still listening, they usually tell me that I’m obviously just kidding. (Which I’m not.)
This is the combination of hubris and willful ignorance depicted in Where’d You Go, Bernadette?, the highly publicized new novel by local transplant (and former Hollywood sitcom writer) Maria Semple.
The title character is a tried and true Seattle hater. She’s also a former elite Los Angeles architect, with a Microsoftie hubby and an above-average teenage daughter (and an outsourced “virtual assistant” in India). She lives a life of wealth and privilege; the daughter goes to an elite private school. The family’s even planning a vacation getaway to Antarctica.
But even with everything money can by, Bernadette’s not happy. And, like many unhappy people, she blames her unhappiness on the world around her.
When Bernadette disappears, as the novel’s title implies, the daughter tries to figure out what happened by reading the mom’s old diaries, letters, and emails.
It’s in these documents that Bernadette says what she might have been too polite to say in public. Particularly among Seattle’s well documented cult of niceness.
Among her complaints: Too many Craftsman bulgalows. Too many Canadians. Too many slow drivers. Too many wild blackberry bushes. Too many neurotic moms. Too many self-congratulatory “progressives.” And way too much politeness.
Or for the short version, this is a city unfit for the presence of someone as obviously superior as Bernadette.
But, to Semple, this attitude is merely a symptom of a larger disorder. It’s a stage in the character becoming estranged from the world in general, then dropping out of sight from even her family.
But in a missive revealed at the novel’s end, she announces a change of heart. Bernadette really loves Seattle after all. She loves the gray-wash winter skies, which “felt like God had lowered a silk parachute over us.”
Semple herself, according to interviews, had also been a Seattle hater. But, like Bernadette, she’s since changed her mind.
Semple says she wouldn’t write Bernadette’s vitriolic Seattle putdowns these days. Semple now loves the place.
Or at least that’s what she says in public.
You know, to be polite.
(Cross-posted with City Living.)