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[Stokely Carmichael said,] “Mr. Ginsberg, I don’t know much about the hippie movement, but I would like to beg to differ with you. I think the reason most of them are hippies today is because they are confused little kids who have run away from their home and who will return to their culture within a year or two.”

Ginsberg answered, “There’s no culture to return to." Carmichael replied indignantly "Before I find my individual self, I must find my group culture."

http://www.alternet.org/books/diving-deep-radical-thought-during-hippie-era

When characters in your head start recontextualizing their own identities independently of you, it's time to wonder who the base personality is.

When those changes start manifesting in ways you don't expect, it's time to stop assuming it's you.

What if the true manifestation of an ideal isn't in any given godhead, but in the relationships of godheads to each other around that ideal? What if all the gods in a pantheon that shared an interest in a virtue represented different takes on that virtue, and to truly understand that virtue you needed to understand how those gods interrelated?

What if there never was only one right answer, just endless layers of interpretation, and you could find one that made sense to you?

"The inside of your head's just three bunnies humping a Magic 8-Ball right now, isn't it?"

In Bonds, I justified a lot of problematic ideas to myself as "this is clearly a fantasy world; I can ignore some of the grosser implications and people should be able to figure out this is all narrative tropes for sexy-times." In a closer-to-modern-day narrative, there's no such leeway. Much greater care needs to be taken.

The thought is still hot. I just can't pick up a pen and start scribbling willy-nilly. This will take some development.

... it's kind of gross and emotionally squidgy how easy it is to imagine a setup wherein late-stage capitalism creates the conditions for colonialist neo-feudalism. Leaning into live-in petplay story ideas even a little produces pretty troubling settings with really dark and ugly underbellies that I don't want to endorse but don't feel I can ignore if I want to play at all with the light and fluffy stuff.

That's not "I can't do this." That's "this will take work."

The first day back to work after a long vacation is always stressful. It's the reimposition of an external routine that's just alien enough to feel weird after a long period of following my own patterns.

It doesn't help that this vacation was sufficiently amazing that I really don't want to go back. I want to keep living that life, and there's no first-order emotional investment in this one, just deep financial ties. I want out, and I don't have a path yet I can walk that doesn't hurt people.

GrubHub has Krispy Kreme on delivery here.

My diet has new stresses. Beautiful, terrible, indulgent stresses. =n.n=

RAWR Review: http://orrery.prismaticmedia.com/2017/06/04/rawr-review/

#writing

Nobody needed to make a downtempo female-vocal-and-two-instruments cover of Depeche Mode's Precious. Nevertheless, it exists. I think this is proof that the universe is a Sadness Extraction Engine.

Also, tonight's agenda includes a Foodcrime. Stay tuned.

Tales of Irokai: Last Meal (http://orrery.prismaticmedia.com/2017/06/03/tales-of-irokai-last-meal-part-1/)

Lilian tries to help her brother come to terms with loss.

#writing

I don't have much more to say, which is to say that I have a lot more to say, but I won't be doing it here. June's and July's Patreon posts are done -- Last Meal is long enough to span two posts -- and these all need to be condensed into a blag about my experiences. I can't wait to hear the F&F episodes we recorded at the event, and to encourage some folks I know to apply to go next year.

And through security. I'll be here for two hours while I wait for my plane, but very soon I'll be back home with mai poni. I hope these memories last a very long time. I learned a lot, I had a fantastic time, and I want to see this group come together and succeed. I want to see our class, and the one that came before, help boost the furry literary tradition. I want to see us inspire the ones who come after us. I want to build a legacy.

Last lunch is done. We're in the car to SMT.

Please return buni to specified destination:

https://awoo.space/media/uTA2o4-ZMvHvp4tRaqw

08h00. Perhaps not my wisest night, but with everything else being "done," I did it anyway. I was up to 3am with TJ watching RHPS and talking about comparative religion, and neither of those is a euphemism for anything else. Then I woke up at 06h00, realized what a terrible idea that was, and crashed again until 07h30.

One last closing lecture, a group photo, and then we close out the space. Then lunch. Then we drive. Then we fly.

Midnight. We're at the last night of the event, and we just recorded our closing Fangs and Fonts. I'm drunk, and I'm missing @ElectricKeet, and we're about to watch RHPS. I see you shiver with antici....