September 22, 2014




And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.

(Source: jamesfrancos, via cornerof5thandvermouth)

September 21, 2014


Junot Diaz, Ken Chen, Dawn Davis and Johnny Temple are just a few of the voices in the second installment of Lynn Neary’s series on diversity in publishing. (Here’s the first, and here’s the Pew study mentioned above.)

You can join the conversation on Twitter and Facebook using the hashtag #whoisgettingpublished, or send us a story of your own experience here.

(via becauseiamawoman)

September 21, 2014



don’t say you’re a writer if you just write fanfiction for your entertainment. you’re only a writer if you kill a bear with a typewriter to appease the spirit of hemingway and slather yourself in ink in tribute to shakespeare, the one true over-penis of literature.

I was really mad but then I wasn’t.

(via cornerof5thandvermouth)

September 20, 2014
87-year-old gets into UBC 69 years after they first rejected him

Dr. Henry Sugiyama was turned down by the University of British Columbia 69 years ago, and now at 87 he’s finally getting the chance to be a student there.

Sugiyama is the first student accepted into one of the school’s newest programs, which “aims to tell the oft-neglected stories of Asian Canadians,” according to UBC.

The program is a new minor in Asian Canadian and Asian Migrations Studies and made its debut this fall. “The program was created as part of a tribute to Japanese Canadians who were forced to leave the West Coast during the Second World War, including UBC students who were unable to complete their studies,” says UBC.

In 1945, the Canadian-born Sugiyama was a Kamloops high school student when he applied to UBC, and was sad that he was not accepted, despite his excellent academic record. At that time, Canada’s “War Measures Act still forbid Canadians of Japanese ancestry like [Sugiyama] from living on Canada’s West Coast.”

Sugiyama says his family was uprooted from Vancouver in 1942 and sent to B.C.’s interior.

Ultimately, Sugiyama went to the University of Manitoba, became a doctor, and moved to Toronto.

Even 69 years late, Sugiyama sees being accepted to UBC as a great honour.

This is just one of many steps UBC has taken to make right the wrongs of the past when it comes to Asian Canadians and World War II-era politics.

“We’ve come a long way from being a university that stood by while its own students were forcibly removed from their homes, to establishing a program that focuses on the crucial role of Asian migrants in the formation of our province and nation,” says Prof. Chris Lee, director of the new program.

(Source: thisisnotchina, via ladyfabulous)

September 18, 2014
I’m just now realizing

The characters in Gross Pointe Blank are no longer older than me. Shit.