For reasons currently unknown, HBO did not show the invocation by openly gay bishop Gene Robinson nor identify on screen or through introduction, as other groups were, The Gay Men's Chorus' in their broadcast of the inauguration concert thing yesterday. While I suspect this was editing for time / stupidity, it's entirely problematic and would like to hear from HBO on it. More here (via lonebear, with a link of where to contact.
Oh, random office blasting big band music down the hall, I LOVE YOU.
The Last Professor. Inadequate only for the other 800 indicators of the decline/decay of higher education the piece couldn't get to.
IHNIIHBT. I literally can't say anything about it, not even tonally, which is what I really want to talk about. So we're writing this thing. It is occupying brain space.
NYCC. So there's going to be a Torchwood panel, but there's no info on it yet. Anyone got some rumours or intel for me?
The whole cultural appropriation / racewank / does no one understand the how to have discourse on sensitive topics drama: this thing is such an octopus I pretty much have nothing to say, because I can't even find a logical entrance point to the current discussion.
However, deepad wrote something I thought was fantastic here. It's not just informative, it's gorgeously rendered. I grew up with half a tongue. Read it.
kalichan initiated a discussion about it here that is quite interesting, although it derails in places away from race and into the politics of gender (my fault) and genre (everyone's fault) and the very tricky notion of desire in general.
rezendi offers us a letter from Hari Kunzru, that reminds us that a writer's job is generally to not write about themselves. It's a different angle on the discussion and if combined with the rest of the discourse might make the current deteriorating state of the dialogue back to being about something other than general internet explosiveness.
Did you catch the little film Antoine Fuqua did for CNN? From MLK to Today? It's pretty great, but then I've always loved Fuqua's directorial style, even if he's made more than a few bombs.
Inauguration coverage? Making me cry. Pretty much constantly. I want to write something beautiful about it, but I've not yet come up with anything worthy.