Oh, I was just thinking of G&J (his business card is right in front of me on my messy desk). Their hope is appreciated, as is yours.
Unrelatedly:
It's Blog Against Racism Week in the blogverse. I understand that this comes fairly close on the heels of discussions about cultural appropriation.
Weird thing is, I'm getting
really
protective of my Caribbean. I haven't seen anyone from the region talk about anything (okay, just hit up Nalo Hopkinson's blog, and she's kinda where I am...) and I just want to tell people to back off my neck of the woods--at least if you're coming in, do it with more inquisitiveness and less announcing.
Which I'm not posting in my LJ because I can't work out how to make it sound not-attacky. It's not. It's hella knee jerk defensiveness.
I'm sure they would love to hear from you, if you feel so inclined. They have not been having a fun happy time themselves lately.
I hope you get a good, or at the very least a not horrible, week soon.
What Lee said. I can't even imagine.
In other bad-week news, thousands of people in my neighborhood (kinda) have had no power all week. Good LORD. At least it cooled off some after Monday/Tuesday.
A "cat" in a hat, for tommyrot:
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no worse for the wear of staying up late.
weird sky out today.
Feral child: [link]
The Telegraph profiles Oxana Malaya, a 23-year-old woman in Ukraine who, between the ages of 3 and 8, was raised by a pack of dogs. She currently lives in a home for the mentally disabled and has been featured in documentaries on the Discovery Channel and Channel Four. Apparently, she can still show eerily canine-like behaviors, including running on all fours, panting, and barking.
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"Her language is odd. She speaks flatly as though it's an order. There is no cadence or rhythm or music to her speech, no inflection or tone. But she has a sense of humour. She likes to be the centre of attention, to make people laugh. Showing off is quite a surprising skill when you consider her background. In the film, Miss Malaya looks unco-ordinated and tomboyish. When she walks, you notice her strange stomping gait and swinging shoulders, the intermittent squint and misshapen teeth. Like a dog with a bone, her first instinct is to hide anything she is given. She is only 1.52 metres tall but when she fools about with her friends, pushing and shoving, there is a palpable air of menace and brute strength. The oddest thing is how little attention she pays to her pet mongrel. "Sometimes, she pushed it away," says Ms Fry. "She was much more orientated to people."
It's weird how much of what we consider "human nature" is socialized in at an early age....
