Friday, January 30, 2015

A Note To The Bank

My brother sent me an email with a PDF scan of a letter I received from Scotiabank, the bank I had been using in Canada, for quite a while. I had no problems with Scotiabank and moving cross-province was a pleasure. 

The letter tells me that my account is now inactive, since I haven't used it in 2 years (which, yes. I still do have my Scotiabank card though!), and that accounts inactive for ten years revert all its funds to the Bank of Canada, which I did not know. I should make a small deposit once in a while. Perhaps I will forward my next few checks towards it. 

I filled out the appropriate blanks, ticked the appropriate ticky-boxes (how satisfying ticky-boxes are) and wrote my address at the back of the envelope. On the front I wrote the address of my Scotiabank branch, all the way in Hamilton, which must be snowy at this time of year. I can still remember its edifice and the last time I walked into it to explain that I would be gone, a long time (hoping not forever). 

It still feels strange, to this day, two years and a bit after moving here, to finish my address with "U. S. A." It is still a foreign place, an exotic location that I never expected to find myself in. I never expected to write that as part of my address. Perhaps on a postcard, perhaps to a penpal, but never as a resident. I wonder if this feeling will ever go away. 

Thursday, January 29, 2015

An Acceptance!

The other day, I received news that I had placed third in the Strange Horizons Reader Poll, under the Columns category. I am flanked by Rochita Leonen-Ruiz, in 2nd place, and Cassandra Khaw in 4th place, with the inimitable Genevieve Valentine in the 1st place, and John Clute in 5th. This is passing strange, to me, considering I have contributed only one column there in the past, a reprint of a response. However, it chuffs me to know that I have made an impact, and many dear friends are also listed in the various categories, such as LaShawn Wanak for her short story "21 Steps to Enlightenment (Minus One)," and, well, practically everyone in the Poetry category! I've never seen the like of Bogi's poem before, and still cannot wrap my head around it. And M. Sereno's big splash onto the spec-po scene is to be envied and celebrated. 

Today I have further news: I have sold a poem! This will be my first, and hopefully not the only, acceptance of the year, which is happy news and will hopefully set the tone for the rest of the year, publishing- and writing-wise. I hope to share it with everyone sometime soon! 

Dusting off Ye Olde Blog

I've been percolating with a lot of thoughts lately that just don't seem to fit on Tumblr or Twitter, and which I don't care to put on LiveJournal or Dreamwidth because those are more personal. So, I will be blogging here more regularly! 

Re-reading a lot of these old posts, I cringe at some of the things I've written, how clumsily I wrote them, how wordy I got when less could have been more. But then, I've always been a wordy person--I really like filler words! 

Many things have happened since 2011. My life has taken me so far abroad into a strange exotic land where I feel strangely disassociated, like I cannot believe I truly live here. My health has changed. My priorities have changed. I picked up new hobbies, set down some other ones. I probably should not have started writing this at 11pm, but them's the breaks. 

Have a flash fic from 2010:

"Simply put, you don't want to fuck with Kancil," Sang Buaya said.

She thought this over. "What about Agan Peland-"

"You especially do not want to fuck with Agan Pelanduk. He will turn you inside out. Stay away from all of that family. Bloody tricksters."

She didn't care to bring up the fact that he, as someone who used ambush as a way of hunting, was as much a trickster as either mousedeer.

Friday, December 23, 2011

The closing of another Gregorian Year

It's been a while since I posted here, because I've moved mostly over to Tumblr for much of my thinky-thoughts. It's also much more interesting and stimulating in terms of constantly flowing content and conversation, with organic conversation arising from conversations between people. I'm hoping to write another theory on how Tumblr operates to explain why it's been compelling.

I haven't written here since around this time of year, last year. It's not because I've given up on blogging entirely: I've been blogging irregularly at Silver Goggles, and in March, helped friends launch a Malaysian feminist blog as well. I've also been hard at work with  writing my MA, and I just haven't had time to sit down and collect my thoughts together in ways that I did back in 2009.

In fact, it might be honest to say that I haven't really been able to collect my thoughts very coherently in general, and when I do, I throw them up on Tumblr to see how people could add onto them. I'm not keen on the single voice into the ether format of blogs these days for what I'm starting to see as a conversation between different peoples. But I can also see the potential of the blog format still, as a placeholder for ideas that don't get lost in the Tumblr shuffle.

So, we'll see what will happen with this blog in the coming months. I hope to return to blogging here on a regular basis, but that may not happen.

Monday, December 20, 2010

#talkaboutit Rough Sex, Boundary Pushing, Expectations






This has been retweeted in #talkaboutit for a bit, it's Louis C.K. doing standup. Transcript and thoughts below the cut.

#talkaboutit No Word for "Let's Fuck" for Nice Girls

[Trigger Warning for description of rape]

When I was about 11, my family was watching a Chinese serial about Temujin, or Genghis Khan.

Bradley Manning and Where Assange Supporters Are Getting It All Wrong

So ya'll, I am so sick of talking debating with rape apologists right now on Twitter. If these mofos were even paying attention to capable folks like Kate Harding and Sady Doyle in the first fucking place, we wouldn't even have to engage with why what Michael Moore and Keith Olbermann did was so problematic. So, no, I don't even want to talk about Assange, because frankly, the man sounds like a fucking prick

I want to talk about Bradley Manning instead. Glenn Greenwald at Salon.com has a very good article about Bradley Manning and the details of Manning's incarceration. At the moment, Manning "has been held in intensive solitary confinement.  For 23 out of 24 hours every day -- for seven straight months and counting -- he sits completely alone in his cell.  Even inside his cell, his activities are heavily restricted; he's barred even from exercising and is under constant surveillance to enforce those restrictions" despite being "a model detainee, without any episodes of violence or disciplinary problems". Why?