But as I said, it's really old, and the battery life isn't what it once was, and sometimes it balks at connecting to the internet. So I went to see what might replace it.
While I wasn't paying much attention, Amazon decided the Kindle Fire ought to become the Fire Tablet. At $50, I'm sure it's probably pretty crappy as a tablet, but still fine as an e-reader, I just don't want all the extra crap. I certainly don't want Alexa. And apparently if I want a case with pretty colors, as opposed to black, I have to get their advertising-enabled version.
The e-reader only Kindles have black and white screens, making them useless for comic books. Also, I prefer color for book covers, because when they have good art I want to LOOK at them, damn it.
All of which means I will probably opt to stick with my very old Fire until it finally dies. But I'm going to be bitter about it.
the sorcerer, the shadow of the past, the fixer
that's a jumble and not helpful. Odd for this deck.
Took bottom 3 cards off the deck.
the lady of sorrows, the challenge, the leaving
There's the brick to the face I'm used to.
Letting Go. Go For It. Moving Forward.
Whelp. Now I know the thing I've been thinking about is correct. It's painful so I'm not talking about it. One of those things that suck super hard.
Are the roles for Native American actors better now than when you first got into the business?
I would love to say things have changed over that time, that there are more mature Native American characters being written, but I’m not sure that’s happened. I can say that at least Native American characters are allowed to think now instead of being the old sidekicks like Tonto, where the Lone Ranger asks “Are those four men on horses?” and Tonto says, “Yes. There are four men on horses.” Our characters now are a little deeper. They’re allowed to have their own thoughts. Sometimes non-Native American writers have us doing things we wouldn’t do or saying things we wouldn’t say — stuff that’s just not in our DNA — but at least we’re getting to think now. I’m still riding horses, shooting arrows and killing white people, so a lot hasn’t changed since I got into the business, but at least it hasn’t gotten worse.I started watching the Ken Burns 'National Parks' documentary, subtitled America's Greatest Idea. "First," it seems to say, "you get rid of all the Indians." It's a history I've been delving into with increasing purpose. Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer is a beautiful book celebrating Native American relationships with the land. I found it really nourishing, with useful meditations on the concept of home. Sherman Alexie's The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven is a collection of short stories with a visceral, freewheeling style. I've only known his poems before, but this anthology makes me want to delve more into his prose. (hashtag tbt but i found myself wondering if candle-beck read and loved sherman alexie, back in the day. their styles felt similar.) I recommend both these books. Kimmerer and Alexie have vastly different styles, but there is something elegiac in both their works, her longing for a golden past and his anger at the current scars.
I don't know. I'm an immigrant in this country. I've had my green card for only a year and a half, and now I find myself wanting to know more about this place, especially the parts of it history has tried to stamp out. I'm on the lookout for more works by Native Americans, so if you have recommendations, let me know.
Click the thumbnail to go to the Amazon series page and see the covers full size.
And granted, I KNOW why more indies don't have covers like that; most indies can only afford covers made from stock images, and stock images are pretty lacking when it comes to fantasy or SF. But these are covers that actually make me want to buy the books and check them out, which I can't say for the usual Photoshop Princess covers I see.
Of course, it's also entirely possible I'm Old, and the people on forums who say readers are now used to stock photo covers and wouldn't WANT illustrated covers are correct.
Edit: This is another good cover; the Book Barbarian newsletter was full of them today. Maybe there's a change in the wind, or maybe today was just a good day.
2. My sleep cycle has settled into get sleepy about 4am, go to bed, fall asleep about 5am, wake briefly for my goodbye kiss at 10:30, and wake up between 1 and 1:30. It's doing terrible things to my ability to track time. (Questionable on a good day.) I'm only keeping track of days at all because of game night.
3. The weather is changing just enough to make every joint in my body hurt and give me migraines. Hasn't cooled off enough to feel any difference.
We did end up losing power on Monday afternoon, and as of now (Wednesday afternoon) it still hasn't been restored. Here's hoping that it's up by the time I get back from campus today -- Emory cancelled Monday and Tuesday, but is open today. At least...at least I have a good explanation for why I don't have my readings for class done? Since they're all on my laptop. This is why we don't have power. GDOT took the tree down yesterday afternoon/evening; Housemate R went up to check the situation out this morning (it's just up the street from us, about a five minute walk) and said that Georgia Power is working on it, and since there's an elementary school, a senior center, and a major intersection right there we're hopeful that it will be resolved today. (The City of Decatur said that getting power back to the elementary schools is one of their priorities for the day, so here's hoping -- apparently all the schools in the city except the high school had no power as of last night.)
This is the third time a tropical depression, tropical storm, or hurricane has blown through within the first couple weeks of school for me -- Gustav when I was a freshman, a tropical depression when I was a senior (I think that was only a depression, not a storm), and now Irma in grad school. Apparently Atlanta's first ever tropical storm, just my luck. Leave New Orleans, get a hurricane anyway...
We still have water and gas, which means we even have hot water and I was able to take a shower by candlelight last night. So things could be worse, but I would really like power back.
1. I am in Georgia! I moved last month. So far Atlanta is mostly driving me crazy with its lack of a grid system, whose bright idea was that? Emory's campus is the same way, and both are really frustrating to me because while I have a very spatial memory, I didn't realize until now how dependent I am on being able to orient myself, which I just...can't do here. It's basically impossible for me to orient myself anywhere in Atlanta or on campus, or in Decatur, which is where I'm living now. So I get lost very easily. I'm pretty sure Emory is built on a fold in the space/time continuum or into a fairy hill or something, it would explain a few things.
2. School is fine; we're on week 3 (more or less; due to Labor Day I've only had my Monday class once) and unfortunately I have two 4:30-7:30 seminars and one 1:00-4:00 seminar, and those late afternoon classes are killing me. In some ways it's preferable to having morning classes; on the other hand, they wipe me out for the rest of the evening. Three seminars is also a lot; I've had seminars before but always mixed in with lectures, never just seminars. Well, Leicester was seminars, but they were two hours and there were only two of them a semester, not three.
3. The housemate situation is good, if occasionally disorienting because living with new people is always An Experience. But so far she's very sweet and I like her a lot.
4. I went to Dragon Con last Saturday, just for the day, which was an interesting experience -- my first non-Star Wars Celebration con. I was in the vendors' hall the whole time, since I thought about it and I thought about it and eventually decided against going to any of the Star Wars panels. (I thought about going up Friday too since that was when most of the SW stuff was, and decided not to.) But it was fun, and -- and it was such a relief being in a fannish space and knowing I wasn't going to turn a corner and see my ex, since she's in England. Just an enormous relief. Also I bought a lot of things, since, see again, spent the entire day in the vendors' hall. (Also I discovered the Peachtree street problem in downtown Atlanta is real; who put Peachtree Street and Peachtree Center Avenue NEXT TO EACH OTHER?)
5. I am in High Panic Mode because Atlanta's in Irma's path, though presumably by the time it gets here it will have downgraded to a tropical storm or depression. But I don't like not knowing how to react; Atlanta is a bit less blase about hurricanes than New Orleans, and not being in university housing for the first time in my student life means that I don't have the reassurance of knowing that the university is looking out for me, either. The discrepancy between the news going DEATH DOOM DESPAIR (and people buying up water in the grocery stores) and Emory going "yeah, whatever, we're keeping an eye on it but you still have class on Monday" is really throwing me. I HAVE TO DO HOMEWORK? I'VE SCHEDULED THIS TIME FOR PANIC! And then I feel guilty about it because it's not like I'm in Florida or Texas or any of the islands that got hit a few days ago, and if/when Irma reaches northern Georgia it'll just be rain and wind. (With a high likelihood of a power outage, as my significantly-calmer-than-me housemate informs me, so I had to confess to her that power outages make me flip out pretty badly. But the fact that she's pretty calm is helping with the fact that I am, uh, a nervous wreck.)