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|Friday, September 17th, 2010|
|apple t-shirts: who wants?
Just put this on FB, but realized that not all of you are on there regularly, so:
I have four Apple t-shirts to pass along: three women's M v-necks (dark blue, light blue, white) and one men's/unisex M (black). All have embroidered Apple logo where breast pocket would be. Women's v-necks are best worn by someone with a smaller chest than me (fit otherwise, but too short b/c boobs).
|Friday, January 15th, 2010|
If people haven't heard, there's a fannish auction to raise money for Haiti relief efforts. Many awesome things, like yarn and fanfiction and hats and vids and things, are for sale, in return for a donation to (in most cases) the charitable organization of your choice.
I'm offering gluten free baking
, starting at $5. No one's bid yet. You want some cookies?
|Sunday, August 9th, 2009|
|brooklynmili, cancer!Phile extraordinaire
This was my week over at trustno1_redux
, as we rewatched Leonard Betts. If you aren't the type of Phile who can instantly remember every XF episode by title (I get mocked for this ability frequently at home), this is the one that kicks off the cancerarc in season four, featuring the guy who is MADE OF CANCER. It is pretty epic fucking win, as I did not remember until I curled up with it to write my recap and meta. It's scary, and creepy, and gross, and has great special effects that don't look at all cheezy, and it's funny, and brilliant, and then kicks you in the fucking gut in the last three minutes. It's amazing.
Anyway, my recap is here:
The intern puts on his Walkman and does paperwork. THUMP THUMP THUMP from the body lockup bit. Intern gets creeped out, as I would EVERY FUCKING DAY if I worked in a morgue, seriously.
and my meta, called "Cancer as Metaphor," is here:
Cancer lurks in secret, invisible until the end, and then destroys you.
|Wednesday, July 8th, 2009|
|I think I may need to make this photo my new baby-relatedicon:
The hilarity of Xander-in-a-sweatband: IT DOES NOT STOP.
(Fourth of July picnic photos are here
. They are cute.)
You might notice that in this photo, you can see two shiny little teeth, which have been the bane of our existence lately. He's cranky. He's not sleeping well. He doesn't want to eat food (not even more than five bites of applesauce, and he'll eat a gallon of applesauce normally). He doesn't want to nurse right, and he bites Mama nearly every nurse. There are probably more teeth coming, God help us all.
More substantive update soon. Just right now: crazy eyes Xander.
|Thursday, April 16th, 2009|
I just put my first post up to 50books_poc
, which is a community that came out of this year's RaceFail
, which was an ongoing discussion about race, cultural appropriation, and racism in the sci-fi and fantasy communities. It's a great place for book recommendations by authors you may or may not have heard of; I'm totally excited to, when I am picking my next book-for-fun, go through and find more genre works by people of color, since I tend to read very internationally/ethnically mixed in my literary fiction choices, but quite white for genre work.
The post is here
, and is a review of Rabih Alameddine's The Hakawati and Steven Salaita's The Uncultured Wars.
The other initiative I'm following that came out of RaceFail is verb_noire
, which is a new press dedicated to publishing genre work about characters of color, queers, and disabled folks. I'm really excited to go buy...basically whatever they publish. I figure, I read sci-fi and mysteries, and Kate reads fantasy and mysteries (and totally used to read romance back in the day! Oh, all those books I sold on eBay...), so we're a guarenteed market.
|Wednesday, April 15th, 2009|
|Signs of the Apocalypse
Years ago, my dad started reading my Livejournal
. That was fine, because back in the day I didn't really post much. But it was kinda funny.
Today, I checked Kate's email to find...a Facebook friend request from my mother.
Has my mother friended ME on Facebook? Of course not.
Now my dad is talking about joining Twitter...though he acknowledges he's not sure what he would tweet about.
WHY ARE MY PARENTS TRYING TO JOIN THE FUTURE? This is just wrong.
|Thursday, April 2nd, 2009|
|My Real Job
For anyone interested in my research, both of the papers I'm giving at the Midwest Political Science Association conference this coming weekend are available online. They are:
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Wills, Emily. "The Making of Arab New York: Discourse and Politics in Bay Ridge" Paper presented at the annual meeting of the Midwest Political Science Association 67th Annual National Conference, The Palmer House Hilton, Chicago, IL, Apr 02, 2009 Online <PDF>. 2009-04-01 <http://www.allacademic.com/meta/p360962_index.html>
Wills, Emily. "The Political Possibilities of Fandom: Transformational Discourses on Gender and Power in The X-Files Fandom" Paper presented at the annual meeting of the Midwest Political Science Association 67th Annual National Conference, The Palmer House Hilton, Chicago, IL, Apr 02, 2009 Online <PDF>. 2009-04-01 <http://www.allacademic.com/meta/p362928
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To get these papers you can:
1) Go to the links provided in the citations; click on the All Academic link at the bottom, or use the html function towards the top.
1) Go to the MPSA Paper Archive here
2) Select Search Papers (third tab)
3) Search by author, and put in "Wills."
4) My two papers, along with one other one, pop up.
Feedback appreciated, from fangirls with thoughts on the content of the XF paper, or from other readers interested in either topic.
|Thursday, March 19th, 2009|
|Sunday, February 15th, 2009|
|Xander Photos...and thoughts on friendslock
I put a few new ones on Flickr
. I love this photo so much.
There are many good things right now. Xander is doing so much more every day; he's just more of a person. My work is coming along well, even if there are frustrating moments. Kate and I managed to find some time to ourselves on Valentine's day, which was much needed and well-valued. We found a really great restaurant that is, well, not quite in our neighborhood but not so far away.
But there is some serious suckage, which I can't really talk about in public on the intarwebs until we decide what to do. Sorry. So we're a bit down around here at the moment. If you try to catch us, and we're sulky or whatever, that's why. Nothing about you.
I'm also trying to decide whether to take this journal substantially friends-only. I'm not shy about what my real name is on here. I'm also about to list a link to this journal in a publication, now that I'm dipping into fandom studies. I'm just thinking perhaps the fannish stuff, and some not-so-important stuff, should be the only public things.
IDK; what do you think? What choices do you make about being public or not public in various capacities on your journal? What do you lock, not-lock, etc?
|Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009|
|Monday, January 19th, 2009|
|In Honor of MLK Jr Day...
Some crazy shit w/r/t queers and womens.
1). One of the brides in this article
is the sister of a friend of Kate's via the internet. As you can tell, they're getting a lot of bullshit posts. Her sister's trying to get folks together to say nice things to outweigh the shitty comments. You have to register, but it's a nice thing to do.
2) This is the most WTF essay on why gays shouldn't be in the military
. It makes the following arguments: a) gays are WEIRD. b) gays only join the military to have sex! there's no place for gays to meet other people of the same sex outside of the military. c) gays RAPE people (because no servicewoman was ever raped by a serviceman). It's pretty amazing.
3) In good news, Rick and Steve: The Happiest Gay Couple in the World is my new favorite television show . Logo page
; E4 page
, which has episodes. It's like if Robot Chicken and Family Guy had a gay baby. And it's written by a Filipino, and has lots of good non-white characters, and at least one hilarious episode about race, which is not so common in queer media. Anyway, totally worth watching/downloading/buying for actual money (I'm thinking of buying it with my iTunes money I got for xmas).
4) Krispy Kreme donuts: free tomorrow
. Some crazy anti-abortion folks think that means that Kripsy Kreme kills babies. Yeah. I'm eating some donuts tomorrow, how 'bout you?
Have some justice or something.
|Wednesday, January 7th, 2009|
|I'm taking a poll
What percentage of my dissertation research/writing will be done while standing in the kitchen, computer on the sideboard because it's the only thing at the right height to stand and type, baby sleeping in snuglee?
|Monday, January 5th, 2009|
No jury duty for eight years, whee!
Home again, taking my turn with teh baybee. Who has been annoying the shit out of his mama all day, but is suddenly all sweetness and light when I get home. I HAS THE BABY MAGIC apparently.
While doing dissertation translating in the juror waiting room, met a Palestinian, chatted for a bit about Arabs in the city. My dissertation is everywhere.
Back to your regularly scheduled programming.
From that case at least. My dead brother in law, let me show you him. Best get out of jury duty card evar. Silver lining tiems. Oh, my sense of humor is so wrong.
Back to translating.
Voir dire. I may be picked. I really hope not. Wireless really shitty in this room. Went to fave Yemeni restaurant for lunch. Took forty minutes to get falafel sandwich. What, did they have to grow the chickpeas? But it was the best falafel I've ever had, so, you know, balance or some shit. Time to be bored more now. Sigh.
there are no words to describe the awesome of the new York state jury video. Hosted by Ed Bradley and diane sawyer. It starts with a reenactment of a mideval trial by water. That's right, bitches. New York is cooler than you.
Other things that are awesome include my iPod touch. Which used to be Jesus's.
Oh, and I chose e.
I get paid $40/day to be here, too. (I checked, Kate, and the state pays "unemployed" folks like me. Hey, I wonder if I'm eligible for unemployment?)
Ok, things are starting.
|Sunday, January 4th, 2009|
Which of the following things will help me get out of jury duty on Monday?
A. Arabic dictionary, stack of Arabic/English newspapers to translate, yellow legal pad full of scribbley Arabic notes
B. Book on Arab-American women through history
C. iPod full of downloaded podcasts from Radio Tahrir
D. None of the above; there's no racism in jury selection in Kings County! And Arabs aren't scary!
E. All of the above, and do you have a t-shirt saying you're a lesbian anywhere?
|Thursday, December 25th, 2008|
|Wednesday, December 24th, 2008|
|Essay on Disability and TXF
In case any one wants to hear me rant about my experiences as a disabled person in conjunction with a really mediocre X-Files episode, I wrote a meta at trustno1_redux
called "Normalcy vs Capacity"
about "The Walk." You remember it as the one with the astral-projecting quadruple amputee. Or you don't remember it at all, more likely. It does contain some lovely subtle acting by Gillian Anderson, though, who gets the nuances of Scully being a military brat (and therefore highly interested in justice within the ranks) very, very right.
Anyway, my meta opens with this vignette:
When I was sixteen, I had this dream. I was driving my dad's car, a beat-up early-nineties Jetta, stick shift. I was driving down one of the hilliest roads in our town, which lead past where one of my best friends lived. I was terrified that I would be out of control, but somehow I managed to drive that car successfully around hairpin turns and down seventy-degree drops. For most sixteen year olds, a dream of driving would be unsurprising, but I was not most sixteen year olds. For one thing, I hadn't even started learning how to drive, and didn't really care. (In fact, at twenty-seven, I still can't drive.) Oh, and I'd just had major surgery on both of my legs, was one week home from a two-week hospitalization, slept and ate and spent my days in a hospital bed in the living room, could barely transfer to a wheelchair, and wouldn't be able to walk unassisted for another four years.
I asked a friend who knew about dream interpretation what she thought the dream meant. "Dreams of cars usually represent control," she said. "Most of the time people dream of not being able to drive the car, though."
The friend, if you were wondering, was lysistrata
Anyway, tt's full of exciting!crippled!Emily!stories, including Tales of Places Emily And Katie Would Make Out In High School, and you probably don't need to have seen the episode to have it make sense.
Oh, also, it's Christmas. I suppose I'll post on that subject tomorrow.
|Sunday, December 14th, 2008|
|Sometimes it's nice living with a professional photographer.
Because when you say, we need a Christmas card photo of the three of us, he busts out the light umbrellas and the wireless flashes.
And because he's your best friend, you end up looking like a pimp.
We'll probably end up going with a less pimptastic one for the final card...but I think this is my favorite. Oh, and yes, Xander is wearing a vest. It's velvet. It has matching pants. And the shirt has buttons. And a collar. It's amazing how we torture our children.
(Duty to the photographer requires me to say this is before post-processing...I just fiddled with the exposure on iPhoto to make it brighter. Also that it's his
photo and not mine.)