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justagalwhowrites · 8 months

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Hello, me again bestie.

This ask is a little different than my usual though.

I will be spending several hours on a plane tomorrow. This is where I wish I had some self-control and didn't read everything the minute it's posted. I will definitely be finishing Beskar Doll. I'm soooo sorry it's taken me forever. Don't get me wrong I love Din but he definitely takes a back seat to Joel.

Anyways, back to the point of my ask before I started rambling. By the time I board tomorrow I will have finished all of my ARC reads and my TBR is way too overwhelming to even know where to begin. So I'm wondering if you have any book recs? If you have any fic recs that are long enough to keep me occupied most of the trip I will take those too.

I hope you have a great day!

Hi Bestie!

Omg please do not apologize for not finishing one of my fics lol I’m just thrilled you read them at all!! I hope you love it!!

As for book recs, I’ve been really into Taylor Jenkins-Reid this year. I read Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo in a day and Daisy Jones and the Six in two, I just couldn’t put them down! I’m also a sucker for anything by Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects in particular. I read Corinne by Rebecca Morrow in like a day, too. Also really good, about a woman finding herself as she leaves a borderline cult religious group.

Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk is another favorite. Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng, American Gods by Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere (also Neil Gaiman), Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. Loathe as I am to suggest Rowling to anybody but the first few books of her Cormoran Strike series (under the pen name Robert Galbraith) are great if you can get a ✨free✨ download to not spend any money because fuck that woman (I haven’t read the last few because fuck that woman and also apparently no one reels her in during editing anymore and the recent ones reportedly sucked.) If you are/were a Twilight girlie, Stephenie Meyer’s The Chemist (it’s a thriller for adults) is somewhat addictive!

For non-fiction, the Audacity of Hope by Barack Obama was a fascinating read, especially in the context of a post-insurrection world. Anything by Jon Krakauer - Missoula in particular but I also did a huge paper for a capstone project in college on SA so grain of salt and all the trigger warnings. I also go through phases of being really into random historical things and I read a fascinating book on Chernobyl a few years ago that I think about often (Chernobyl by Serhii Plokhy). Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich made me want to become a journalist and I adored Waiting: True Confessions of a Waitress by Debra Ginsberg. Candy Girl by Diablo Cody was also great.

Sorry, I know that’s a lot!!! I hope some sound interesting and that you have a fabulous trip, bestie!!! Love you!

#kit answers #send asks #book recs

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devouredbyghosts · 1 year

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Debra Ginsberg

Bertha Wegmann - Motherhood.

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aestheticvoyage2022 · 1 year

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Day 346: Monday December 12, 2022 - “Mama Monday”

This post contributed by Audrie after returning home to Mama Duty after a long weekend work trip:

William completed his first year and a half earth side yesterday. And as all things motherhood go, this milestone has come and gone in two forms of equal and opposing reality. On one hand, it is hard to grasp how a whole entire 1.5 years has zoomed by and been suddenly put into the past; logged now only in our memories of spending a busy and adventurous life beside this tiny growing human. On the other hand, it is also as equally challenging to believe it has only been 1.5 years in this new collective of what “family” means and feels like; it is ever challenging these days to remember the times and existence and way of life before William came to be with us—to remember how it all was before it was alongside his ever present joy, curiosity, sweetness, and love, as his presence has crept into our own being so wholly and completely that it feels like he always was.

We spent some time today looking back at pictures of our sweet child that summarized the last eighteen months. It is becoming more and more clear in these past few weeks and month that our baby boy is becoming a little boy, as the infancy fades and the energy rises. We saw his pediatrician today, logged all the stats that indeed prove he is rapidly changing — 48 cm noggin, 82 cm tall and tipping the scale at nearly 25 lbs. He looks lanky compared to the butterball that was not quite walking 6 months ago on his birthday. He is a chitter-chatter box that forgets nothing and loves to figure out how things work — Especially if it has wheels, a lid, moving components, lights, or latches. He is incredibly loving, and generous with his kisses and hugs and melt you smiles. He is helpful. He is (mostly) gentle. He is curious. And above all he is joyful. All traits we continue to nurture with one human trait in mind — Kindness. Our goal is to raise a kind and empathetic and compassionate human. He might very well end up a vacuum repairman, a race car driver, a custodian, or a rock climber, if he continues to nurture his current passions for trucks and cars, the mop & broom and completing household chores, scaling to the top of anything climbable, and all things that look and sound like vacuums. And regardless of his passions and interests that will likely ebb and flow and shape shift over the many months and years that are on the near and far horizons, we simply continue to encourage him in the direction of his sweetness, of his joy, his curiosity, and of his deep love.

Raising children in endlessly exhausting, and watching them with wide wondrous eyes, every day mastering new skills, discovering new abilities, and growing into themselves more and more as the days and weeks and months inevitably unfold is forever and exponentially energizing. We love you William, and we continue to watch you with our own wide and wondrous eyes, open hearts, and nurturing hands as you continue on your growing up journey.

Song: John Mayer - Last Train Home

Quote: “Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did - that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that - a parent's heart bared, beating forever outside its chest.” ― Debra Ginsberg

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lioninsunheart · 4 years

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“Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did - that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that - a parent's heart bared, beating forever outside its chest.” -Debra Ginsberg- Painting by: Mary Cassatt - Maternity,1890

#debra ginsberg #mothers #children #breastfeeding #pathofheart

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pussreboots · 5 years

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#neighbors are watching #debra ginsberg #mystery #2010

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ginzyblog · 3 years

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Paul Bowles, Paris, November 12, 1990, a month before the premiere of Bertolucci’s Sheltering Sky, (starring John Malkovitch and Debra Wingerin, & music by Ryuichi Sakamoto) in which Bowles makes a cameo appearance quoting his famous lines from the book:

“Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless.”

photo: Allen Ginsberg. #paulbowles #theshelteringsky #ryuichisakamoto #johnmalkovitch #beatgeneration #americanwriter #americancomposer #bernardobertolucci (at Paris, France)

#paulbowles #theshelteringsky #ryuichisakamoto #beatgeneration #americanwriter #americancomposer #bernardobertolucci

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dothwrites · 4 years

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15.12 coda--a parent’s heart bared

Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did - that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that - a parent's heart bared, beating forever outside its chest.--Debra Ginsberg

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Castiel sits on Dean’s bed, legs tucked up under him.

It took him a long time to learn this kind of nonchalance, his body unwilling to bend after millennia of enforced rigidness. It took years to teach it how to relax, to learn how to relax into a space, how to be loose.

He learned from Sam, but mostly he learned from Dean. How to be excessive. How to stretch out into a space.

In the past weeks, he and Dean have had to relearn how to stretch themselves into the same space. They’ve had to learn how to fit themselves together, how to file away their jagged edges until they’re something resembling smooth.

They’re still not perfect. There are still those discordant jangles that strike, the times when the memories rise up, bitter and choking, in the back of Cas’ throat. Sometimes, Dean will look at him and something dark and hard lurks in the back of his eyes, but those times are growing fewer and fewer.

Mostly, Castiel relaxes into the feel of Dean. Like now, when he sheds his clothing, dropping it carelessly into the hamper, until he’s in just a t-shirt and his boxers. Castiel watches Dean brush his teeth and run his fingers through his hair, just the easy, calm routines of night, but Dean makes them look like a dance.

Dean turns around and catches sight of Castiel watching him. “What are you looking at?” he asks, but there’s a pleased little smile on his face. Dean likes the attention, same as Castiel likes giving it.

“Come to bed,” Castiel replies.

“Take your damn shoes off you savage. And the coat. And the jacket. And the tie.”

Castiel rolls his eyes, already toeing off his shoes as his fingers work at his tie. “You know that I don’t need to be undressed to find comfort.”

“Yeah well, it’s weird trying to snuggle up to someone who’s wearing a tie. And it’s just bad manners to put your shoes on someone’s bed.” Dean’s eyes flick over his body, a swift, appreciative dart as Castiel sheds his button down. “Hey there hot stuff.”

“It’s late and you’re tired,” Castiel says flatly, though not without a small amount of regret.

“You’re no fun,” Dean accuses, but doesn’t try to argue against Castiel.

Castiel settles back onto the mattress, the foam easily forming to the contours of his body. Dean follows a few moments later. Tellingly, he slots his body next to Castiel, laying his head onto Castiel’s shoulder.

Dean is still a man of hard-broken habits, created from a lifetime of fighting and losing and hurting. Even now, he still refrains from asking for or seeking comfort unless it’s the most dire of circumstances.

Castiel holds back, even though the words crowd on the tip of his tongue. It’s what he’s learned--he has to wait for Dean to approach him, for Dean to drop his walls and allow Castiel to help.

He doesn’t wait long.

“So Kaia’s going to Sioux Falls with Jody,” Dean says. His breath wafts over Castiel’s chest. Were this a different night or a different mood, this conversation might end much differently. But Castiel’s learned control--Dean doesn’t need that from him, not now at least. “I guess she’s going to be another citizen of the Wayward Girls.”

Castiel hums in agreement, unsure of where Dean’s taking this topic. “Jody had a kid the first time we met her,” Dean continues. “A son. Her kid.” His fingers push into Castiel’s side before he continues. “Never figured out how he died the first time, but the second time...Sam put him down.”

Castiel’s heard the stories. At the time, his vision tunneled by the upcoming apocalypse, he’d expressed what he thought were the appropriate noises of sympathy and changed the subject as quickly as he could, unable to see why he should spend sympathy on one dead human when there were billions of lives at stake. Now, with the memory of Jack’s screams still echoing through his memory, Castiel understands.

“Losing your kid...” Dean trails off, but Castiel thinks that he’s finally managed to unravel the thread of this conversation.

Jack is still a tender subject, the edges of the wound not quite healed. There’s too much anger, guilt, love, and worry to tape over and forget. Castiel knows; Castiel understands. But the fact remains that he never wavered in his belief and Dean...

“I thought about being a dad,” Dean says, turning his face so that it’s mostly hidden in Castiel’s lap. The heat from his breath spreads out over Castiel’s pants, turns them humid and damp, but Castiel doesn’t dare to move. After a moment, he settles his hand onto the back of Dean’s neck and lets his thumb rest in the hollow of Dean’s jaw.

Dean relaxes into the contact. His shoulders loosen, even as his arm wraps firmly around Cas’ waist. “Just, you know. Sometimes. I knew that it was never going to happen, but still...” He trails off and Castiel lets him. He’s had to learn to let things go. To accept that some things, Dean just can’t--won’t--do.

“Thought that I’d gotten it there for a while.” Castiel knows where Dean’s mind goes--to the year when he was with Lisa and Ben, the year where he tried his best to fit in with civilian life. To give it his best shot at normal. And meanwhile, while Dean was languishing away, Castiel was making deals with the devil.

Castiel doesn’t care to remember those years.

“But it wasn’t...It wasn’t...” Dean huffs in frustration. “I always said that it had to be someone in the life. Anyone else, they wouldn’t get it. They wouldn’t...And then, with you, and Sam, and Jack...It just...it worked.”

Castiel strokes over Dean’s temple. He knows what Dean means. Jack fit into their lives, seamlessly as though he’d always been there, and Castiel had rejoiced, had found different ways to tell Dean--This is it. This is our family. This is where we put down roots.

“And then it got all blown to shit, and...I’m just thinking.”

“About?” Castiel finally dares to ask, when Dean trails off into silence.

Dean rolls onto his side and looks at Castiel.

“About kids. Claire, Kaia...Jack...They’re really all just kids. Every one of them...” Dean’s voice grows thick and he speaks through it; for his sake, Castiel pretends to ignore it. “Everyone of them got screwed over by their parents.” Dean inhales, loud and shaky in the silence of the room. “I always promised myself that I wasn’t going to...That if I ever had a kid, that I would...you know. I wasn’t going to be my dad.”

Castiel’s thumb stutters to a halt before he continues. “He was a complicated man,” Castiel says after a moment, knowing the veritable minefield he’s just entered into.

“That’s a nice way of saying that he was a dick.” Dean’s laugh is a small, sad thing. “For so long, I told myself that he did the the best he could, but he didn’t. He didn’t do the best he could--He could have stopped. He could have left us with Bobby. He could’ve...shit, I don’t know, but he could have done so many other damn things rather than what he did do. And I always said...I’d do it differently. I’d treat my kid different. I’d be better. And then I turned around and I put a gun to my kid’s head.”

Castiel’s throat constricts. Seeing Dean, the man that he loves, the man that he had died for, would still die for...Seeing Dean standing there, his only thoughts intent upon Jack, the boy who he’d given himself up for, would eventually die for, and knowing that there was nothing but anger in Dean’s heart...If he slept, he would have nightmares about it. He still sometimes, in the strange suspension between awareness and not, thinks about it and what he could have done differently. Still examines the what-ifs from every angle, just to see--Was there anything he could have done?

“It’s over,” Castiel says, for Dean’s benefit but partially for his. “Jack is back, and...” He tries to put into words, how much Dean has changed. How much better it is now--the automatic trust. The way that Dean’s eyes shift to his, checking in. The surprising lack of temper, even as sometimes their world caves in around them. It’s so much better, and Castiel needs to tell Dean.

“I let him down Cas. I let him down, Sam...I let you down...And all I wanted to do was to things right. To make it better for him. For all of them.”

Dean puts a small emphasis on the word ‘all’ and Castiel knows what he’s thinking of--not just Jack, alone and afraid, so much newer to the world than any of them, but also Claire, Kaia, Patience, Alex...All the children they’ve met along the way, battered and broken, who deserved better.

“So we’ll make it better.” The certainty settles in Castiel, above his roiling doubts and fear. “We’ll fight Chuck...We’ll end Chuck, and we’ll make it better.”

“Yeah?” Dean looks up at him, but it’s hope and not doubt in his eyes. “You think?”

Castiel holds Dean close and pushes away all of his doubts and fears--of how they’re going to kill the creator of the universe, what doing so will do to his boy, how he and Dean will weather the change, of the gloom and blackness slowly gathering at the corners of his vision, a reminder of a deal unfulfilled and a debt unpaid.

He pushes all of that away and concentrates on what he knows to be true: Dean beside him. Dean, flawed and human but trying, always trying to be better. Castiel holds onto the hope that the past few weeks have given him, holds on so tight and so long that he thinks that it might cut him to ribbons. There’s not another option. Not for them, and not for him.

“I know,” Castiel replies.

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Perhaps it takes courage to raise children.--John Steinbeck

#spn spoilers #supernatural #destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel fic #coda fic #15.12 coda #spn15 #spn season 15 #15x12 coda #dean winchester #castiel #jack kline #fare thee well spn #welcome to the end #dothwrites

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popentertainment-moviereviews · 5 years

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BARBARA RUBIN AND THE EXPLODING NEW YORK UNDERGROUND (2018)

Featuring Ara Osterweil, Amy Taubin, Jonas Mekas, Wendy Clarke, J. Hoberman, Joey Freeman, Stella Jane, Richard Foreman, Stephen Bornstein, Gordon Ball, Rosebud Feliu-Pettet, Susan Baustman, Debra Feiner Coddington, Randall Bourscheidt, Bracha Dean, Ahron Horowitz, Rafael Weingot, Selma Katz, Brett Aronowitz, Itka Brill and archival footage of Barbara Rubin, Allen Ginsberg, Bob Dylan, Andy Warhol and Lou Reed.

Directed by Chuck Smith.

Distributed by Juno Films. 78 minutes. Not Rated.

Chances are that unless you were part of the very specific New York underground scene in the 1960s, you probably do not know who Barbara Rubin was. However, she packed a whole lot into a very short life.

Barbara Rubin was an experimental filmmaker in her late teens and twenties, quickly becoming a shot of estrogen in the very male-centric Greenwich Village art film scene, and specifically becoming an integral part of the famed Filmmakers Cooperative. Though her films are rarely seen now, she was considered a groundbreaking filmmaker.

Rubin was a striking-looking, just vaguely androgynous woman. She was more into art than commerce, mysticality than intellect, faith than proof, following a whim rather than planning. She was inspired by Luis Bunuel and Walt Disney. She had a striking visual eye and was not afraid to poke at society’s taboos.

She thought that cinema could be a guerrilla art form – in fact she was one of a small group who created international headlines by literally hijacking the 1963 Knokke Experimental Film Festival in Belgium to play Jack Smith’s sexually explicit film Blazing Creatures, after it had been rejected by the festival’s board for breaking local obscenity laws.

Her best-known film is the barely seen Christmas on Earth, which despite the family-friendly title was a ground-breakingly arty and erotic film – obviously somewhat inspired by Blazing Creatures.

The movie was as technically adventurous as well as it was sexually graphic for the time. It had two projectors playing together. The first, larger shot was a series of closeups of women’s vaginas. Then a smaller film was played on top of it, essentially framed by the larger shot, which had painted nude actors and models performing straight and gay sex acts.

Considering this was during the Hays Commission era of the early 1960s, this was very risky.

Rubin was something of a connection on the New York art scene. She introduced Allen Ginsberg to Bob Dylan. (She dated both at different points as well.) She was the person who first told Andy Warhol about The Velvet Underground – even taking the pop artist to see the group his first time. She had friends in high and low places, and she fit in with everyone.

She worked with many of her friends – often filming at Warhol’s Factory, making films of Ginsberg, doing early movies of the VU. She also supplemented her filmmaking with acting, performance art and just being a vital part of the awakening New York counterculture.

She was championed by beloved New York film icon Jonas Mekas (who is extensively interviewed here, and sadly died just a few months ago), who was attracted to her as an artist, a close friend, and maybe a bit more.

Rubin herself did not seem to believe in love in general, though she quickly became infatuated, eventually to a disturbing extent, with Ginsberg. Sadly, while the poet cared for her, he was not as invested in their relationship as she was.

Eventually, frustrated with her career and life, she chucked it all, throwing herself into Orthodox Judaism and becoming a housewife and a mother of five children before dying in childbirth in rural France in 1980 at the age of 35.

This documentary is a bit hamstrung by the fact that while Rubin was right in the thrum of a cultural shift – she was mostly just a tiny bit over to the side. Therefore, while there is a good amount of footage of her in action, there seems to be no interview footage with the woman, forcing the filmmakers to rely on friends, family, fans and co-workers acting as talking heads to tell her story, rather than getting it from Rubin herself. A more personal take is touched on by having actors read some of her letters over the years.

Yet, even to the filmmakers, Barbara Rubin seems to remain a bit inscrutable. She was a complicated woman, and she is not giving up all her secrets, even in death.

However, she was an important and unsung child of the revolution, so even if Barbara Rubin and the Exploding New York Underground does not tell the whole story, it brings a sadly forgotten artist back to the public eye. For this reason alone, the movie is worthy. Luckily its subject is intriguing enough that there are even more reasons to rediscover this pioneering artist.

Jay S. Jacobs

#Barbara Rubin and the Exploding New York Underground #2019 #Movie Reviews #Barbara Rubin #Jay S. Jacobs

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citylightsbooks · 5 years

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5 Questions with Saskia Vogel, Author of Permission

Saskia Vogel was born and raised in Los Angeles and now lives in its sister city, Berlin, where she works as a writer and Swedish-to-English literary translator. Her debut novel Permission was published in five languages in spring 2019, and is being adapted for television. Saskia discusses her novel, published by Coach House Books, with Jiz Lee, at City Lights Bookstore on Wednesday, May 15th, 2019.

City Lights: If you’ve been to City Lights before, what’s your memory of the visit? If you haven’t been here before, what are you expecting?

Saskia Vogel: My first awareness of City Lights came from an ex-girlfriend in LA ages ago who spoke if it with such reverence. I wondered how, in all my reading of Ginsberg in high school, had I failed to connect his work and the Beats to an actual place, to a community. I think I was thinking in terms of past and present, but forgetting that the two are linked. You know when you're making your first connections between literature and the world? It was an eye-opening moment.

When I was working as a global publicist for a literary magazine out of an office in London, I tried to book events at City Lights as often as I could, and one year, I happened to be in San Francisco myself and finally got to see the shop. I bought a book by Anne Waldman, and fell in love with all the angles in the store, how it sits on the street, and felt very much in touch with the depth and breadth of the literary culture of California, my home state. I was already dreaming of this novel, Permission, then, but it was just a seed I was reaching for, wondering if it could maybe be something one day. And now, I can't wait to be in conversation with Jiz Lee. I've admired their work for so long, and can't wait to meet the City Lights crowd.

CL: What’s the first book you read & what are you reading right now?

SV: Oh my gosh. What could it be? My mother read to me always, and I started reading really early. She speaks German and Swedish, too, so there were always books in German and Swedish alongside the English ones. I remember reading my first book in Swedish (if you don't count Garfield and mystery comics, which are a total thing for Swedish and German kids, respectively), and staring at the word for forest (skog) and just not being able to understand. I couldn't make a connection between the word and the picture. I have strong memories of devouring Richard Scarry and Japanese fairy tales. Currently I'm reading Niven Govinden's beautiful This Brutal House, set in the drag-ball community of NYC.

CL: What are 3 books you would you never part with?

SV: Home Ground: A Guide to the American Landscape, edited by Barry Lopez and Debra Gwartney. Because we need these words and I am forever homesick for the land.

Lina Wolff's The Polyglot Lovers. She's one of my favorite authors and through some real luck, I was also able to translate a couple of her books. She was the first author I ever translated, and working as a translator has proved to be a perfect complement to my writing.

Rikki Ducornet's Netsuke. This slim novel opened up something in me as a writer.

CL: What writers/artists/people do you find the most influential to the writing of this book and/or your writing in general?

SV: Pat Califia's essay "Whoring in Utopia" shaped my thinking about sex work early on, as did Guy Baldwin's work on SM/Leather/Fetish, compiled in The Ties That Bind. The kink community in LA was hugely influential. The film adaptation of Elfriede Jelinek's The Piano Teacher, the tragedy of how she is unable to be heard by her lover, breaks my heart every time, and that failure of compassion and communication has followed me through the writing of this book. The work of Freud, Krafft-Ebing and those early sexual scientists who think in terms of pathology and perversion gave me what I am writing against, and Josefine Mutzenbacher, the first Germany pornographic novel, presumed to have been written by the author of Bambi, and similar stories about the joys of becoming a prostitute through the ages, were definitely texts that I was writing in dialogue with, notably in the prologue of Permission. And of course, Janet Fitch and Amy Friedman, my first writing instructors. Their teaching was invaluable.

CL: If you opened a bookstore tomorrow, where would it be located, what would it be called, and what would your bestseller be?

SV: My first thought was Lappland, the idea of being someplace remote and stunning. Then I started thinking about the reports from Sweden that I hear each year about communities without bookstores and libraries. I think I'd want to open up a shop, with a focus on children's lit, and also on community (like Libros Schmibros in LA). There's be a bestseller tie between Roald Dahl's Matilda and Morag Hood's I Am Bat. And it would be called BokBok (BookBook or Book-Beech Tree).

#saskia vogel #permission #city lights bookstore #author interviews #authors #fiction

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burninggravity · 6 years

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aestheticvoyage2021 · 3 years

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Day 104: Wednesday April 14, 2021 - “Infant CPR”

I hope I die myself before I ever have the opportunity to perform CPR on my own kid, but if fate so calls on me, I want to be prepared and so tonight AC and I participated in Infant CPR class at TMC. I got my chops down for starting with compressions and doing 30 bops for 2 breaths and also learned how to help with choking baby, practing on my plastic inanimate version of Phil. I passed the class and my certificate was a blow up baby of my own to teach others who might be watching Baby A in the next year. The way to prevent tragedy is to be ready for it, and along with everything else we’ve been learning, this felt like the most important to date.

Song: Better Oblivion Community Center - I Didnt Know What I Was In For

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cantsavemenow · 6 years

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“Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did - that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that - a parent's heart bared, beating forever outside its chest.” ― Debra Ginsberg . . . #familytime #family #flowers #lillies #humingbird #nature #momswithtattoos #ronniemactattooclub #ronniemac #tattooclub #njtattooartist #army #navy #airforce #marines #njtattooartist #2018 #hihaters (at Fort Dix, New Jersey)

#nature #navy #hihaters #humingbird #ronniemactattooclub #njtattooartist #2018 #marines #familytime #family #army #airforce #momswithtattoos #flowers #tattooclub #ronniemac #lillies

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sandradieckmann · 3 years

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"Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did — that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that — a parent's heart bared, beating forever outside its chest." —Debra Ginsberg (at The Peak District National Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CG52OoxnhgG/?igshid=139uvz64qjgh6

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myfoolishfotography · 4 years

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Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other mothers felt the same way I did ~ that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that ~ a mother's heart bared, beating forever outside its chest. ~Debra Ginsberg #EverydayPeople #MyFoolishFotography

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El 75 % de los comensales de cafeterías y restaurantes acuden a tales establecimientos porque no quieren deteriorar su tiempo emancipado en la preparación de alimentos, prefiriendo tomar en compañía de amigos fuera de casa. Al parecer, hoy en día, los establecimientos de comida pueden satisfacer la petición incluso del sibarita más severo y las páginas del menú fomentan el apetito. Pero es mejor silenciar algunos platillos para no arruinar tu alivio y, contiguo con esto, tu lozanía.

Genial.guru analizó las opiniones de meseros, cocineros y otros trabajadores de la cocina, por eso ahora sabe con precisión qué platillos no vale la pena ordenar, aunque se te antojen mucho.

En los restaurantes japoneses, es mejor no probar tempura (verduras o mariscos fritos): exclusivamente los trabajadores de la cocina saben cuándo fue la última vez que cambiaron el óleo para los alimentos.

Por la tarde o tinieblas, es mejor alejarse de los platillos con sashimi: rebanadas de pescado o mariscos crudas. Frecuentemente, estos son restos de comida que no llegaron a otros platillos. En emplazamiento de esto, ordena una sopa, o si quieres probar sashimi, acude al establecimiento más temprano, cuando los productos estén frescos.

No ordenes nulo del menú secreto de Starbucks porque simplemente no existe. Quieres un “Capuchino Nutella”, “Caramel Snickerdoodle Macchiato” o poco más, indica la bebida cojín y agrega coberturas. Si tú simplemente mencionas el nombre, los empleados de la cafetería se verán en la falta de inventar los ingredientes y podrán hacer poco que no esperabas.

Los sándwiches de carne asada, especialmente en las redes de comida rápida populares, no son preparados con el pollo más fresco: la carne se remoja en una salsa y luego se mantiene por un espacioso tiempo en la estufa.

Los palitos de pollo o nuggets: frecuentemente, para este platillo se utilizan los restos de carne de víctima calidad.

No ordenes platillos con tomates frescos, aunque sea una hamburguesa, porque tales tomates son un hábitat dispuesto para la propagación de agentes patógenos. Excepción: los buenos restaurantes italianos, en donde los productos frecuentemente son verificados, o el establecimiento tiene un chef reconocido de la agrupación culinaria Le Cordon Bleu.

No ordenes un pez espada incluso si quieres probar poco extraño. Los parásitos pueden estar en cualquier animal marino, pero el pez espada fielmente está lleno de ellos.

Si al pescado le agregan hinojo, significa que no está fresco. El hinojo oculta un desagradable emanación. Un pescado fresco no necesita de una gran cantidad de especias y hierbas aromáticas.

Las bebidas de promoción que no se muestran en el menú frecuentemente se ofrecen en la “hora feliz”. Por lo militar, se elaboran con componentes de mala calidad en combinación con jarabes dulces.

Es mejor no ordenar platillos que el mesero enérgicamente recomiende probar: esto significa que, si el platillo no se vende hoy, entonces las provisiones se tendrán que tirar.

No vale la pena probar mariscos en un restaurante que se encuentre acullá de la costa, a menos que estés seguro de que todos los días reciben productos directamente desde el apeadero. En caso contrario, se congelarán reiteradamente, o su época de caducidad estará a punto de entrar al final, lo que significa que puedes olvidarte de su sabor.

Los apetitosos pedazos de baguette, chapata y demás, frecuentemente se pasan de una cesta de pan a otra. Es muy sobresaliente la probabilidad de que en tu mesa haya pan que anteriormente se sirvió en la cesta de otro comensal. Sobre esto escribió una exmesera de nombre Debra Ginsberg en su tomo Confesiones de meseros. Lo mismo aplica para los aperitivos, tales como los cacahuates.

En un emplazamiento extraño, no ordenes porciones con una gran cantidad de especias: frecuentemente se agrega un gran número de especias para ocultar la carne en mal estado.

El ragú, curry, pasta boloñesa son platillos en los que fácilmente se pueden colocar restos de comida. Muchos restaurantes “reúsan” los ingredientes y no tiran los restos de comida intactos de otros comensales: tomates, hongos, rodajas de papa, entre otros. Si no quieres terminar un platillo, entonces, pica los productos intactos: así reducirás la probabilidad de que vuelvan a ser utilizados nuevamente.

Es mejor nominar zumo pasteurizado y no uno recién exprimido. En los jugos recién exprimidos puede activo bacterias que con frecuencia provocan intoxicaciones alimentarias.

La hamburguesa con carne término medio es más peligrosa que un filete con el mismo nivel de cocción por una sencilla razón. Durante la preparación de la carne, caen bacterias de cuchillos y superficies de la cocina. Si se alcahuetería de un filete, entonces los microorganismos no penetran interiormente del pedazo, sino que se encuentran en su superficie y, por consiguiente, desparecen oportuno a las altas temperaturas. En el caso de la carne molida, las bacterias pueden estar interiormente de la carne y la cocción término medio puede ser no suficiente para eliminarlas.

Normalmente, para un fettuccine con camarones u otros mariscos, se eligen los productos más baratos congelados, ya que su sabor estará oculto bajo una salsa.

En los platillos “del chef” normalmente se agregan productos que se encuentran casi preparados, fueron calentados o congelados varias veces, en pocas palabras, no de la mejor calidad. Por lo tanto, el restaurante alcahuetería de deshacerse de los ingredientes que se usan rara vez.

Las salsas de espinaca normalmente se preparan en el horno de microondas a partir de comida congelada y no de hierbas frescas. Para mejorar la imagen de un platillo, en el plato sirven botanas de papa o papas a la francesa.

El pastel de chocolate se encuentra en la carta de muchos restaurantes y cafeterías porque algunos están seguros de que, en un buen establecimiento, siempre debe estar presente en el menú. En efectividad, en emplazamiento de un pastel de chocolate, frecuentemente sirven un postre de chocolate sencillo, el cual se prepara de productos semielaborados: tiene menos chocolate y no contiene harina; adicionalmente, es muy seco.

El pollo rostizado es muy viable de preparar, se puede hacer en casa. Pero lo más importante es que, a través de este platillo, se puede contagiar de salmonelosis porque, a menudo, la carne no se prepara por completo.

Lo más probable es que, en cualquier establecimiento no especializado, una pizza esté acullá de la perfección: será muy guache o muy tostada. A veces puede tener mucho pinrel. Por eso es mejor pedir una clásica italiana en los restaurantes temáticos.

Lo mismo aplica a los fish & chips: si el establecimiento no se especializa en comida inglesa, probablemente no tengan una freidora adecuada y las porciones serán pequeñas.

Es mejor evitar tomar un sándwich con atún: en combinación con una salsa (en peculiar con mayonesa) el platillo se echa a perder más rápido y se convierte en un hábitat agradable para reproducción de microorganismos dañinos.

Un buen risotto requiere de mucho tiempo y fielmente mezclarlo constantemente. En los restaurantes populares, el chef no le puede prestar tanta atención, por eso es muy raro encontrarlo en la carta. Si se encuentra en el menú, lo más probable que esté mal preparado y termines frustrado.

Nunca pidas nachos: normalmente, son frituras de maíz baratas cubiertas con pinrel derretido y carne de mala calidad.

¿Qué platillo nunca probarías en los establecimientos de comida y por qué?

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26 Platillos que cocineros y meseros no ordenarían en un restaurante