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It’s been a weird week.
Ok perhaps that’s an overstatement, but things certainly took an uncomfortable turn. It was either Tuesday or Wednesday, I think, and during a break from work (it was brief, promise), I scrolled through Twitter to see if there was anything happening. A series of tweets from one of my favorite accounts–Guy in Your MFA–caught my eye, which prompted some sleuthing.
If you’re not familiar, Guy in Your MFA is a parody account of, well…you can guess. It’s pretty funny and spot-on a lot of the time (“Just bought a hand-bound leather notebook in Italy. I’ll be sure to mention that every time I use it in class next year.”), and I realized that I’d never really checked out the person behind it. Turns out she’s 22, an aspiring writer like myself, and owner of another parody Twitter account. Between those two and her real handle, she has something to the tune of 120,000 followers (for comparison’s sake, I’m just shy of 160 [And no, this is not a plug to ask you to follow me. Unless you want to. I make good tweets though, really. Think about it?]).
That kind of publicity is invaluable in the modern publishing game, and that, combined with the media attention that has followed, virtually guarantees that whenever her debut novel drops, publishers will be fighting each other to get their paws on it. Of course, there’s always been competition between writers, and there have always been insecure writers, but the Internet, I’d contend, makes it easier than ever to wallow in other people’s astronomical success. And all of it was somehow more difficult to take in the middle of another afternoon in a cube during a break from writing an obituary.
Fast forward a few days. By last night, I’d mostly gotten over it, I guess, in part by trying to re-focus on my own projects. I just did my own thing last night–Lindsey spent the night in Oakland with a friend, so I hung around San Mateo. She has a race this morning, a big half marathon through Oakland. She signed up for it months and months ago, and at the time, she’d been sticking to a pretty good running schedule; but then she got strep, and then her family visited for about a week, and that combined with the other semi-regular interruptions of everyday life pretty well killed her training regimen. A few weeks ago, however, she really kicked it back into gear. Said she’d signed up for it, and needed to see it through. That it might be kind of a long race, for her, but it didn’t matter to her what her mile times were as much as it did that she stayed accountable to herself. Last night, I told her how proud I was that she followed through on it, and in the same moment, realized I could take a lesson from her. Writing’s a long game too; some people will blow right on through, but otherwise, you’ve just gotta put in the miles.
News & updates.
Not a lot on this front–should have some SF Weekly news in the near future, but I’ll let you know more on that soon. Otherwise, I was just going to say that I think this is one of the better weeks for this newsletter link-wise, so you should check some out if you have time!
Read this.
On how a terror group claims that raping pre-teen girls is an act of Godly devotion:ISIS Enshrines a Theology of Rape. (Admittedly brutal and depressing, but so, so important.)
A brief explanation of the Oath Keepers, the fanatical paramilitary group that was wandering around Ferguson.
Speaking of Ferguson, STL Public Radio put together this awesome multi-sensory app that combines all sorts of photos and audio (can’t remember now if there was video, too). Powerful look back at what happened that day last year, and the chaotic weeks that followed.
True crime time! The culprit: the DuPont Chemical Company. The weapon: C8, a chemical used for half a century to make Teflon, known to cause a variety of nasty cancers. The victim: well, you, probably. Because C8 is a surfactant and because to the best of our knowledge it never ever breaks down, the CDC determined that more than 99% of Americans have it in their bloodstream. Part 1 of a wicked new feature from The Intercept.
There’s a reason women aren’t as consistently good at tennis as men: math.
Why is Russia, a country haunted by a legacy of starvation, burning its food?
The Coddling of the American Mind – on how higher education’s attempts to accommodate its students/customers might actually be ruining them.
The Obama administration has “prosecuted more individuals under the Espionage Act of 1917 for improperly handling classified information [including whistleblowers]than all previous administrations combined.” Among the loud supporters of this practice was Hillary Clinton. Now that it turns our she was improperly handling documents classified as Top Secret, the DOJ and Friends are desperate for a reason to make an exception for her.
The New Yorker’s late-90s profile of Donald Trump provides some fascinating insight into the silky-haired monster we’re dealing with today.
Companies like Airbnb try to limit capital expenses by not actually owning anything, and instead connecting “contractors” with “clients”–in their case, hosts and guests. Since they don’t own the lodging they rent, though, when a “host” locks a “guest” in the apartment and sexually assaults them, questions of who is supposed to call the police, and who is liable, become a scary murky territory.
This bear and wolf became friends in the wilderness and it’s pretty cute.
“Build a 300 Mile Wall Around SF During Burning Man.” Maybe the funniest fundraising campaign I’ve ever seen.
Watch/listen to this.
The end.