It’s Friday night. I’m enjoying a rum and Pepsi Joy. We’ve ingested our homemade pizza, a tradition in our house* (*for the past three weeks). Rather than focusing on my horrible taste in drinks, let’s move on to the week (or weeks) that was (or were…freshness not being my strong suit on the linkage):
Hypocrites of the week:
1. PIPA co-sponsor Senator Roy Blunt, using a copyrighted image without permission for his Twitter background (via a PHI 230 Ethics student)
2. Newt Gingrich, with the NY Daily News providing humorous commentary:
Gingrich treats Romney like some kind of felon, but nobody is supposed to care that while he originally led the charge against Bill Clinton on Monica Lewinsky he was conducting his own affair with a congressional aide, now Callista Gingrich.
Coward of the week:
Captain Schettino (via Gawker)
We happened to be doing Aristotle this week in ethics class, and what a great way to illustrate his concept of cowardice!
Via The Advocate, the best new erotica and romance for lesbian, gay, bi, and trans audiences.
Wickedly Funny: the Humor of Anne Stuart’s Heroes, by Victoria Janssen at Heroes and Heartbreakers.
The Trouble With Productivity, from the TLSBlog.
Can you be productive by not being productive? Are there artistic possibilities in exhaustion, failure and laziness?
Do I need to explain the appeal of this article?
8. Give up on a book if it’s boring. Reading isn’t something you do because it’s good for you — it’s not like taking your vitamins. You’re reading because it’s fun. So if a book isn’t fun, dump it. Give it a try for at least a chapter, but if you still don’t love it, move on.
A remembrance of the late Penny Jordan, by Jay Dixon at Teach Me Tonight:
She wrote well in many genres, yet remained unassuming, diffident about her own talent, but always keen to help new writers.
More authors talking about bad reviews:
Harlequin M&B author Wendy S. Marcus on Reader Reviews and What Not To Do. Loads of wrongness in the 71 comments, but the post author concludes with:
The most important lesson of bad reviews: Do not engage the reviewer. (At least I remembered that!!!)
Everyone is entitled to their opinion.
And YA Author Maggie Stiefvater, in a post about negative reviews that does what I hate more than anything else on the inerwebs, pretending to be the cool, educated, rational one, when everything about the post screams I’m hot, bothered, ignorant, and irrational!!!! Also commits my second most hated internet error, backpeddling in the comments section, while claiming that the readers just didn’t “get” your point. Oh, and my third: referring to oneself as an “academic” when one has a bachelor’s degree. Ms. Stiefvater, I will never, ever read one of your books.
In case you missed it, the comment thread of this Strange Horizons review of Theft of Swords by Michael J. Sullivan is worth a look, on the question of “review” versus “something authors don’t much like” (via @booksmugglers).
Liz, do everyone a favour and head down to Temple Bar, have a pint and seriously consider what it is you feel like putting out there for all to see. Because THIS is NOT a review. This is the ranting blog post of a post-pubescent bully without the forethought or the tact to do a PROPER review. Trinity College could do without folk like you on their student roll sheet. I’m not joking, I hope one of your professors reads this.
You revile it. The bosomy “clinch” cover is the bête noir of choice for successful romance writers. The heroine’s cleavage suggests lactation; the hero clutches her from an angle that could bring little pleasure to either party; they are coupling frantically on a bed of rhododendrons. When you get together with other successful romance writers, your complaints about the clinch mount into a communal frenzy. You suspect conspiracy.
“In my darker moments, I regard them as a form of sexual harassment,” Chekani says. “It’s the distributors who want the sexy covers on the books. These are guys. And these are the people who put the books on the shelves.”
I love these T-shirts: philosophers, literary luminaries, film directors, astronauts, and others, from Caitlin Hinshelwood. My fave:
The cure for thinking is work, at Prof Hacker:
thinking is the hobgoblin of big minds. Thinking, according to Stallybrass, is:
On the other hand, working is:
Exciting, a process of discovery
Is this gossip, news, or am I in the midst of some terrible Pepsi Joy/Rum nightmare? Paul Rudd is set to play Wesley in the Princess Bride remake. (via @Milerama)
My week in ethics:
1. Not knowing, for a minute, what to say to a student who claimed that it’s a moral duty for a US military to execute a child of a suspected Taliban member, in order to prevent him from growing up to become a terrorist.
2. Waiting, and waiting for my students in feminist philosophy to figure out what is wrong with Kate Millett’s formulation, “blacks and women” in Sexual Politics.
3. Driving through a snowstorm to get to my 9:00 am contemporary moral problems class this morning after a 7:30 am hospital meeting, only to find that someone has written on the board, “PHI is cancelled today” and most of the students have left.
1. Getting annoyed at an email from an administrative assistant saying that some unnamed doctor has asked me to come to their hospital — 2.5 hours from my home — to give a CME talk in bioethics at 8:00am, unpaid.
2. Talking to a surgeon this morning who will miss next week’s meeting because he is driving 2.5 hours to give a volunteer CME talk on breast cancer at a rural hospital 2.5 hours away. *gulp*
1. Meeting a new Hospice “friend” today, a WWII veteran, marveling again that someone has allowed me into their home, wondering how on earth I could help these amazing people.
2. Falling into inexcusable and immature paroxysms of laughter when the NP asks my boys whether they have experienced “constipation or diarrhea” at their well-child check-ups today. Nobody makes me laugh like those two:
Hope your weekend is groovy. See you tomorrow, I hope, with another review.