This week I learned about the Golden Poppy Award! I'd never heard of it before.
The California Independent Booksellers Alliance (CALIBA) presents the 2025 Golden Poppy Awards in recognition of the most distinguished books written and illustrated by creators who have made California their home.
There's tons of categories, I made a direct dash to the Octavia E. Butler Award for science fiction, fantasy, and horror.
I dug into the Intergalactic Mixtape archives to see what reviewers were saying about these books, because this is one of my most favorite nerdy things to do. I had reviews for Automatic Noodle, The Night and the Moth, Notes from a Regicide, and Red City. Alas, I had none for Kill the Beast, which is interesting because it came out in October, after I had expanded my review sources. But! The mixtape is still a baby.
If you like reading multiple opinions of books, this may interest you! ( Read more... )
Ugh, this week felt like it was EIGHT WEEKS long, and everyone I spoke to at work today agreed. I did not get everything on my to do list done but I don't even care. There was no way I was focusing on much after a 2 hour team meeting. I logged off at 4:45 and took a glorious nap, and then put together the dough for everything bread, which I will bake tomorrow.
In other news, I was so sorry to hear Catherine O'Hara died. RIP. What a legend!
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I really enjoyed last night's episode of The Pitt. Again, my brain is soup, so I'm not really up for saying much about it, but I did literally yell, "NO!" when the credits rolled. Sometimes I am okay with an episode ending (or at least it feels like it reached a good stopping point) but last night was not one of those times.
This weekend, I will watch the new episode of Shrinking, plus the new episodes of Bridgerton, and possibly I will continue with Pluribus, which I didn't love but kind of want to see why everyone else raves about it. It could click at some point or it could be like Severance, which I also don't love the way many other people do. *hands* Sometimes, that's just how it goes.
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12 recs in 8 fandoms: Cherry Magic, Khemjira, Moby Dick, Never Let Me Go, The Old Kingdom, Perfect 10 Liners, Thai Actor RPF, and ThamePo Heart That Skips a Beat.
I've finally read my way through both the main collection and madness collection for Yuletide, so it's time for a rec list!
This year was such a winner with some really, really good fics. Include my three (!!!) gifts, which I adored and which I've marked with an asterisk. Most of the fandoms are for Thai shows, but not all of them, there is a variety! No comments from me because then this list would take even longer to come out, but rest assured that everything I've included is fantastic :D
Rating: Teen And Up Audience Length: 75,126; 132 chapters Content Notes: This is a raunchy parody; a lot of kinks are implied, and characters will be slipping off for papapa in combinations you may not agree with. Expressive and strategically placed use of eldritch glitchtext.
Creator Tags: Chatlogs, chatfic, Texting, Comedy, Canon Compliant, Crack, Memes, Humour, the untamed - Freeform, God Idek what to tag, Humor, meng yao is best bitch, i am afraid of when lan xichen finally snaps, xue yang is a highly cursed person, nie huisang is still mvp tbh, more relationships and characters to be added probably, tagging everyone was Hell, chatroom fic, Polyamory, Lots of it, ok maybe, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Just have fun everyone!!!, Additional: please do not eat or drink reading this enough people have choked x-x
The Untamed universe is exactly the same, except everybody has magical crystals that have a suspiciously familiar messaging system. The story is pretty much the same as the show, except everyone lives!! (so minor changes). or in which Wei WuXian tries his darndest to date Lan Zhan, Jiang Cheng possibly has a aneurysm, Jin ZiXuan is still the most awkward human alive, and Xue Yang makes me write some VERY cursed things. Written in chatfic format! :3
Comments are very much appreciated! ^.^b
Author’s Notes:
Listen, I know the premise of this fic is actually insane, but it somehow works really well. The 'message crystals' they have work on some form of minor telepathy - they don't 'type' as such. That's all the explanation we are getting :3 Format best viewed on a desktop, but it doesn't matter too much I don't think!
On with the show
Reccer's Notes: Despite the author’s disclaimer, I read this just fine on a $10 3G flip phone.
This freewheeling bawdy Muppet Song turned epic saga got a lot of the fandom through quarantine; I admit to shoehorning it into the “serious” category, but an author (who isn’t writing for pay) doesn’t sustain a story through four years and 132 chapters without putting something resembling thought into it; a skeletal outline of the canon plot (with more survivors and a lot more innuendo) remains faintly visible.
Top Gun (1986), All to Pieces Carole/Goose/Maverick, sexy pre-canon threesome.
A friend fell hard into Top Gun fandom last year, and I read literally everything she writes more or less as she writes it, so I've been reading a lot of Top Gun fic in draft lately. So I figured I could write a sexy little threesome flash fic for the first movie. I was living in a Navy town at the time that the first movie came out, so I enjoyed dropping some hometown detail into the story.
Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, In Case of Dog Edgin/Xenk, pomegaverse getting-together fluff.
A friend fell hard for Edgin/Xenk when the movie came out, and has been frustrated by how quickly the fandom dried up. I've watched the film twice in the hopes of writing something for her, but the magic never happened. So when I saw this Edgin/Xenk request (from a stranger, not my friend), I decided to give it a go and see if I could make my friend happy, too.
The request asked for "unusual curses", and I had Pomegaverse on the brain, just having finished writing a Pomegaverse story. (That is, a story in which someone turns into a Pomeranian because they got stressed out, and can't turn back again until they get lots of cuddles and affection.) And I thought, That certainly qualifies as an unusual curse! and also Edign would bitch SO MUCH about having to take care of Pomeranian!Xenk. The biggest trick was making it not-furry while I was making it yes-slashy, but it worked out, I think. It was stupid fun to write, and I hope it's stupid fun to read, too.
Desperately Seeking Susan (1985), Pillars of Their Community Roberta/Susan, Roberta/Dez, post-canon drabble sequence.
At this point, it was clear reveals were going to be delayed for unfilled trees, so I started looking for fandoms that I could read/watch quickly and maybe create a drabble for. I'd never seen Desperately Seeking Susan and had the vague idea that it wasn't any good (mostly because I'd never seen a film in which Madonna was any good, sorry), but china_shop was requesting this and I respect their taste, so I gave it a shot.
Happily, this was a very enjoyable film! Madonna basically plays Madonna, and isn't the main character, either, so that all works out. I had 80s-nostalgia all the way through. I worry about all the post-concussion syndrome everyone is going to have after all this. The original ending is MUCH better than the ending that was showed in the theaters. Also, I spent the entire film looking at Dez and thinking God you're pretty and where do I know you from?? and it turns out that he's Aidan Quinn! Captain Gregson from Elementary! Who apparently was a dish when he was young.
Anyway, have a drabble sequence for three of the four main characters, speculating on how they're getting on after the movie. (I wrote a fourth drabble for the fourth character, too, but didn't publish it, because I couldn't quite decide if it was brushing up against the recip's DNWs.)
Dracula's Guest - Bram Stoker, A Kind of Kinship The Guest/Young Officer, hurt/comfort first-kiss.
Again, looking for quick-to-consume canons in unfilled trees, this is a short story set in the Dracula universe. Many people consider it to be deleted material from the Dracula novel, and it may in fact be (with Jonathan Harker as the unnamed guest), but the requester asked for it to be treated as its own story with its own characters, and I was more than happy to do that. Victorian military slash, easy-peasy, my fic-career-to-date was all but made for this.
Sadly, the story dropped into the "uncategorized fandom" hole; it never appeared on the Fandomtrees fandoms list and it doesn't appear on my dashboard's list of fandoms, either. Which means almost no one is ever going to see it. I'm considering sticking a Dracula-novel fandom tag on it just so the thing is fucking visible somewhere, but I am happy to take advice.
plicate's tree was very late to fill, and this movie was available streaming on Kanopy through my library, so I gave it a go even though I had my doubts about my ability to write 1990s Greek-Australian gay subculture. In fact, I spent most of the movie convinced that I was going to strike out, there was no way I could write for this.
But after sleeping on it, I did see my way into a short, tender, siblings-talking-about-boys story which encapsulates some of my hopes for Ari. Here's hoping that Ari finds a good boyfriend someday. Here's hoping Ari can be a good boyfriend someday. Or, if "boyfriends" is not something Ari is ever gonna be interested in, let's reach for "hookups where everyone has a good time and no one gets beat up." (Get it together, Ari! We're rooting for you!)
In the end, I had fun making things, I read/watched some new cool stuff, and I believe I can say that I was not a net drain on fandomtrees. Hooray!
On Monday—a cold night!—I popped into Phinney Books for forty minutes to sign stock and pre-orders, and personalise copies of She Is Here for anyone who showed up.
It had been a hard day for me,1 which meant I was tired and a bit crumpled when we first got there. And damn it was cold—if I hadn’t had to be there I wouldn’t have been, so I wasn’t expecting much in terms of attendance.
Phinney Books display. Photo by Jennifer Durham—all photos byJennifer Durham.
starting out cold, and signing pre-orders
But! A couple of dozen people did (hardy souls!), and a fair few of those came with me next door to the pub. We ate, we laughed, we chatted, we drank a few pints. And I got progressively happier and more relaxed.
The food was particularly tasty that night—
—and the Guinness is always great! As you can probably tell, I drank…a few
Lovely to see friends like Neal for the first time this year
This made the next day much easier to face,2 so thank you to every single friend, reader, and soon-to-be-friend who showed up. And to Tom of Phinney Books for making it as seamless as possible.
The first official event for She Is Here will be when we come back from the UK: Third Place Books in Ravenna, on Tuesday, 17 February. I’ll talk about the book, and read, and then Kelley will ask me questions and then you get to ask me questions. (Meanwhile, here’s a question for you: if you’re planning to be in Ravenna, what are you most interested in—what would you like me to talk about and what would you like to read: essay, poem, a whole short story, a chunk of the new novella? I haven’t had time to think about this yet, so here’s your chance to get what you want.)
But that’s not for two and a half weeks. For now, I declare She Is Here well and truly launched! May the muse bless all who sail in her!
Insert long, complicated story of visiting two different hospital labs, being told they couldn’t do the tests as ordered, racing to internist’s office to get other orders written, getting back to the lab to find it closed…and knowing I’d have to do it all again the next day, only this time with the added fun of the prize of success being having eight tubes of blood sucked out, woo hoo! ︎
It went exactly as expected, sigh, and now I have an enormous bruise on my arm for the trip to the UK. And when I got home I had time for a cup of tea and then I had a virtual book event for the Out In Tech reading group, who were reading Ammonite. But they were lovely people, so it was a pleasure. ︎
Yes, it's National Shutdown Day, but when we rescheduled last week's book launch party at Pandemonium because of the two feet of snow bearing down on us... we didn't know that today would become National Shutdown Day. So the party is going forward at 6:30pm tonight, at Pandemonium Books & Games, and I hope folks come out even if they don't spend anything. :-)
The party is for the launch of Bound by the Blood, my BDSM-meets-urban-fantasy thriller novel, first in The Vanished Chronicles.
It's been a rough couple of weeks between the ICE murders in Minnesota and other things (remember invading Venezuela? yeah, and a list of other things), making it really difficult to maintain my focus on anything but doomscrolling or really brainless phone games.
I deleted all the games (except Words with Friends and Pokemon Go!) from my phone last week and hunkered down to finish the revisions on The Mystery of the Bitten Peach, the lesbian Ancient China time-travel fantasy romance novella I shared sketches from recently. I finally solved the mystery for myself of what was missing from act III, and I'm super happy with how it hangs together now. dave ring at Neon Hemlock is giving it the final editing pass, and the paperback book is now up for pre-order on the Neon Hemlock site! Here: https://www.neonhemlock.com/books/bitten-peach
I had a horrifying realization yesterday, when I was trying to explain to a bunch of law students who are almost all more than 40 years younger than I am, that what’s happening in America is not in any way normal. For example, Donald Trump’s weaponization of the DOJ to abuse the criminal legal process to extort a federal agency into submitting to his demands is a very reminiscent of the Saturday Night Massacre in 1973 (naturally I explained what that was), which was a cataclysmic political scandal at the time. In America 2026, it was Monday.
The realization was that, to these bright, curious, and — relatively speaking — politically engaged young people, all this is normal. They were almost all in middle school/junior high when Donald Trump got elected the first time. Trumpism and the to this point largely ineffective resistance to it has simply always been the way of the political and cultural world in America, since they began to become conscious of it in a concrete way.
Hi! I have a novel called Lessons in Magic and Disaster. It’s a gentle, healing story about teaching your mom to be a witch. You can get it anywhere, but signed/personalized copies are available at Green Apple!
My mom was born before penicillin, and she often tells a story about how this new experimental “miracle drug” saved her life when she was a small child. My father became a minor TV star at a young age, bearing witness as television became a mass medium. One of my favorite professors at Cambridge University had a permanent disability resulting from a nasty case of Polio.
I grew up surrounded by people who had not had access to technology that I took for granted — and now I feel like it's the other way around. Technologies that I was astonished to embrace have become commonplace in my own lifetime.
I can remember when I didn't have a cell phone. It doesn't even feel that long ago sometimes. I painstakingly memorized people's phone numbers so I could call them from pay phones. I also had a complicated system where I would call my answering machine from a pay phone, check my messages, and then call people back from that pay phone — this was when I was trying to meet up with people in real time. For many years, I had dial-up internet and couldn't receive phone calls while I was online.
I wrote before about being a late adopter, but it's also very much true that my smartphone has changed my life in many ways for the better — though I won't allow it to have any apps, because apps are poison.
As a long time fan of Doctor Who and Star Trek, I can still remember when you had to catch them airing in syndication, and just hope it wasn't an episode you'd already seen recently. My family held off getting a VCR for a long time because they were expensive, and I remember when we finally got one — we could watch shows asynchronously! OMG. The notion that TV shows, music, and books are all available pretty much on demand by the internet still kind of blows my mind a little bit. Things that I used to schedule my life around, I can now have whenever I want. I used to hunt through record stores trying to find that one Funkadelic album that I didn't have yet, and I can now buy their entire discography on iTunes or at Amoeba records, and even the most obscure music is probably on YouTube somewhere.
I complain a lot about how unreliable the internet has become lately for researchers — but the fact remains that it's fairly easy to download journal articles from scholarly journals, and I find so much great stuff just by scrolling through the list of primary sources on a Wikipedia article. It's still somewhat possible to find older news articles from decades ago, and to hunt down the right book on a particular topic. I haven't had to use a microfiche reader in decades!
The ability to publish stuff online, like this newsletter that you're reading right now, is also pretty extraordinary. Even with all the corporate consolidation and crackdowns, it's still easy for pretty much anybody to create a publication and put it out into the world.
I'm writing this newsletter using speech-to-text, something I've been using for many years — though thank goodness my repetitive strain injuries have not relapsed in a long time. I love using speech-to-text for essays in particular, because it allows me to write in a fairly chatty, discursive way that is easy to clean up later. I wrote most of my book Never Say You Can't Survive using speech to text. Much like other things I'm talking about here, speech-to-text has become less useful since Silicon Valley started trying to cram shitty AI into everything. Sometimes I'll see a perfect transcript of what I just said pop up, and then seconds later the AI will rewrite it into something that it thinks I ought to have said instead. This drives me nuts. But I still find the technology pretty useful.
I love my Roomba so much. It's an older model, which means that it just cleans my floor without trying to do anything fancy involving A.I., and I don't think it's spying on me. I used to get horrible back pain from pushing a vacuum cleaner around, and I never cleaned my floors enough until I got my little robot friend.
Last and definitely not least, my entire life as a trans person has been shaped by improving technology. Hormone treatments, surgeries, and a number of other technological and scientific advancements have made it possible for me to live authentically in a way that simply wasn't available to trans people of past generations. My body has been reshaped by science, and I love it.
I mention all of these things because I feel like lately I've become a broken record — which is possibly an outdated technological reference — about the downsides of technology and the hype that tech companies insist on shoving down our throats. I really believe that I didn't change, technology did.
To some extent, my skepticism comes from the fact that I'm a science fiction writer, and it's always been the job of SF to look at new technologies and scientific innovations with a slightly skeptical eye. SF has a long tradition of exploring the downsides and potential dangers of new technologies — stories about dangerous computers and the problem of too much screen life go back to E.M. Forster’s 1909 story “The Machine Stops,” among other early examples. Media SF is full of cautionary tales like Colossus: The Forbin Project and War Games.
To be fair, science fiction also has a proud tradition of making extravagant promises about the marvels that technology will bring. And in this regard, we're extremely fortunate that SF made a slew of falsifiable predictions about the 1990s and 2000s which absolutely did not come true. At this point, we've all learned that humanity is not going to be living on Mars anytime soon, and that we only have this one planet to sustain us. We've also learned, the hard way of course, quite how destructive our toys can be.
Anyone who has been paying the least attention is well aware of the damage tech companies are doing to our mental health and politics — and I fear that even the most avid climate change deniers will soon be faced with evidence they can't ignore. Black and Brown communities are especially hard hit by pollution, thanks to environmental racism.
This is the backdrop against which tech companies have been frantically trying to ram things down our throat that we never asked for. (Driven by Wall Street mania.) Cryptocurrencies. NFTs. Web3. the metaverse. And most recently, of course, Generative AI. (Complicating matters, there are versions of AI that actually work and are useful, but they're not anything like the snake oil that companies are pushing with such fervor.) In retrospect, it seems obvious that if you threw vast sums of money and compute at making a chatbot and image/video generator more robust, you could end up with something that looks extremely impressive. It’s just… why bother? It’s also easy to play into our very human tendency to anthropomorphize staplers and random household objects.
Even though there has been astonishing progress in medical technology in the 21st century, in many ways it feels as though Big Tech has ceased to create any useful innovations in the past fifteen years.
To some extent, this headline gallop down various dead ends feels like an artifact of political ideology. (See: Ayn Rand.) Many of the same people who insist that they are the lone geniuses who will create the shiniest futures are also the ones who have been gleefully helping to gut basic scientific research funded by the federal government — which is how most of the innovations that have transformed our lives actually came to be.
People who hate government and worship a myth of individual genius will never support the kind of publicly-funded pure research that is by its very nature a team effort.
So… I was already working on this newsletter a few days ago, when the world's most minor tragedy struck. (Get those teeny tiny violins ready!)
I have a fairly new Mac Mini, which has been working great. Until sometime over the weekend, when it asked me I wanted to install the latest Mac OS, Tahoe. (I guarantee a few people are already groaning and clutching their heads.)
I immediately regretted installing this new OS update — it included a number of UX changes that were like small pebbles in my shoe: annoying at first, but eventually quite painful. But the real problem was the way it changed my screen settings, giving me an instant headache that felt as though an iron spike were being driven directly into my the center of my forehead. I was able to adjust some settings and turn down my screen brightness, so that eventually my computer merely caused a dull pain, and I had to squint to read anything.
Readers, I have deadlines. I have projects that require my full attention. Having a computer screen that hurt to look at was not ideal, and I ended up going back to using a much older computer that still (more or less) works okay.
This incredibly minor annoyance sent me down various rabbit holes on various message boards as I tried to get my computer back. I encountered conspiracy theories: maybe Apple was trying to make our hardware go obsolete faster so we'd be forced to buy new computers and phones? Maybe there was some other financial motive?
Someone’s Halloween costume I found on the sidewalk
I strongly suspect, however, that this garbage update was purely motivated by the desire to be cool. Something that just quietly works and does what you needed to do is not cool enough if you are a deeply insecure individual (or corporation.) You need to be flashy, to make people notice you, to cause a stir with your sparkly new thing. Even if people only notice you because they are horrified and your sparkly new thing is causing people to squint at the glare.
Apple is a mature company, but it fervently desires to be seen as immature.
And I really think nerds’ craving to be seen as cool is a huge part of what’s killing us all right now. The people who created these things want to feel like genius innovators, saviors of humanity, heralds of the future. Creating a useful tool that helps solve a real problem isn't glamorous enough — they want to be heroes.
I can still remember when I used to want to be cool. I'm so glad I got over it, and instead embraced being a little goblin who makes goofy and sometimes interesting shit.
Now if only I could get my new computer working again.
Music I Love Right Now
I’m gonna try and showcase more music that you can get on Bandcamp — the indie music platform was bought a while back and a ton of awesome people were laid off. But it’s still better than most of the alternative ways of purchasing music online, as far as I can tell. And I habitually keep a list of things I wanna buy, then get them all on Bandcamp Friday (the day when all revenues go directly to the artists.) The next Bandcamp Friday is March 6, FYI.
Mad About Records is an indie label that does a lot of reissues, and I recently bought two things that are just blowing my mind.
Fats Gaines Band Presents Zorina
Fats Gaines was a bandleader in the SF Bay Area for decades, but he didn’t release much music. This 1983 album, fronted by the mononymic Zorina, is utterly perfect. It’s the rare album where every song is a total banger — mostly upbeat “boogie funk” featuring heavy synth and a peppy horn section over a tight-as-hell rhythm section. The two slower songs are utterly gorgeous and lush. Zorina’s voice is lilting but can turn brassy, and she’s got an infectious sense of humor. (“Make me want to be naughty naughty!”) My fav song: the brilliant earworm “New Wave Baby.”
Free Love put out their one and only album in 1979, but it doesn’t sound like disco to me. Some of these songs have a bit more of an early 1970s or mid-1970s feel, making me wonder if they were recorded over a long period of time. It’s pretty standard funk-soul with a bit of rock mixed in, except for one thing: guitarist bandleader Phil Westmoreland. Fresh off touring with Albert King and working with other artists like Curtis Mayfield, Westmoreland basically turns Free Love’s debut album into a rhythm guitar showcase. And I’m here for it. Especially on tracks like “This Ain’t Livin’” and “Paul’s Song,” Westmoreland layers multiple chunky, thunky guitar tracks on top of each other, creating a sound that’s pretty addictive. There are a few songs on here I’d skip, but it’s generally darn good stuff.
In this game, billed as a "dystopian document thriller," you play as a customs official at the border of a fictional country. Each in-game day, you have to process as many entrants as possible, cross-checking their documents for any inconsistencies. Attention to detail is critical, as you're paid for correct checks and fined for violations. But as you continue to play, the number of required documents and the arbitrary rules around them multiply, suggesting the tightening grip of totalitarianism, and making it harder and harder to do well enough to provide for your family.
The story unfolds as a series of ethical quandaries. A woman just wants to visit her son, but she doesn't have the right papers—can you afford to take the financial hit if you look the other way? How would you pay for your son's medicine? An underground revolutionary group wants you to let their agent cross the border, but can you trust them, and what if you get caught? What would your family do then?