X-Men: The Anim… oh, nevermind

x-men

I’ve been indulging the hell out of my mostly-​​quiet inner 9-​​year-​​old with a 2-​​week marathon of that clas­sic 90s Sat­ur­day morn­ing toon. This is only sort of like my Star Trek: TNG Obses­sion of 2010; I watched TNG reli­giously, with my fam­ily, every Sat­ur­day night. For seven years. But X-​​Men was mine and mine alone.

Cradle Will Capsize

image of baby in knitted cradle, hanging precariously from a tree limb

Did you know “Rock-​​a-​​bye Baby” was a Native Amer­i­can song? Not only was the song poorly trans­lated, but lacks a few crit­i­cal details of the orig­i­nal, and all its atten­dant cul­tural sym­bol­ism. Damn it, Puri­tans. Again, with the bed of lies.

Stylized Speak

Omaha Camp

After three weeks of Bill Comp­ton stammer-​​blathering about lady­like pro­pri­ety, I’m some­how still inter­ested in styl­ized speech. Rather, how prob­lem­atic it is in the his­tory books. This isn’t exactly a com­plaint – more a lament. And one with­out a tidy answer.

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What's all this, then?

I’m writ­ing a book to under­stand my hometown’s dis­in­ter­est in its own his­tory, and my role in that. It’s sort of become a novel. This is the full story.

This is my play­ground. It reflects and pre­dicts what’s hap­pen­ing in the book.

Things I dis­cuss: East­ern Mass. his­tory, sto­ry­telling, book­mak­ing, time travel, poetry & nov­els, writ­ing craft, dreams, pub­lish­ing, indige­nous per­spec­tives, spir­i­tu­al­ity, sex, adop­tion and par­ent­ing, research, and what­ever I can’t get outta my head.