Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Nice review of NVSQVAM from Treason and Treachery

As I maneuver desperately to get more than two or three hours per week to devote to the finale of LYFE—my long-belabored work of science fiction—the reviews for NVSQVAM, a tale of the present-day peasantry, continue to crawl in.

NVSQVAM was published in 2011, to the tune of crickets, but nearly everyone who can be bothered to read the thing seems to like it.

As neither I nor my publisher had much money to put behind its release—and where would you throw the money nowadays anyway?—and as I tend not to write for any pre-packaged audience faction, the word of mouth has been traveling slowly through the glut of our junk civilization. But sometime I almost dare to hope it's going surely. Not quite, though; to quote Tulip Sweet, a forgotten singer: "Hope is the meanest cheerleader."


Monday, January 19, 2015

In which Robert Stark interviews me

Robert Stark has an interesting podcast show, featuring the likes of me. This was recorded back in the days when I was working 12-hour days as the sole proofreader/French translator/all-around bitch boy of an ad agency. Most money I've ever made, but as for the working conditions I had to keep repeating to myself: "At least I am warm and dry. At least I am warm and dry." Because I've had cold, wet jobs, but they have never lasted 60 hours a week. You can really hear the "fucking fed up" in my voice. I was telling myself I wasn't at the end of my rope, but boy, I was at the end of my rope.


Friday, January 16, 2015

Je suis Charlie hypocrisy: The nutshell version

It seems people have three basic ways of curtailing others' freedom of speech: government, violence, and hounding them out of jobs. If you support any of those three, you're a hypocrite if you piously moan about the other two.

(I suppose there's also social ostracism, but if it isn't keeping you from finding employment, a. Don't be such a wuss; and b. That can actually let you know when you're kind of being an asshole, or neurotic. Unless the person who's ostracizing you is an asshole, or neurotic. Maybe you're both jerks. Unfortunately Twitter doesn't leave much space for soul-searching.)

Friday, January 9, 2015

Lisa Falour has been sucked into that horrible maw...

For those who know her... just letting you know that Lisa Falour has died.

For those who don't... she was an amazing artist, raconteuse, and maniac, and I hope she's remembered by more people than just those of us who were lucky enough to know her crazy ass.

I don't know what else to say right now. I've lost friends before, but she was one in seven billion.

RIP, Lisa.

The tip of the iceberg.

A bit more.

I'll never see you again.