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Weekend Listening Post
Aug. 1st, 2021 08:23 pmSkipped a weekend there, whups. Behind on photoblog updates, too, sorry. Back at work, 40%, but along with rental admin, and improved capacity for Doing Self Care (gym, language classes), I'm functioning at the edge of my capacity again.
Music: Like every other queer on the internet, I have purchased 'Industry Baby'. I actually only just got around to watching the video now - the song is pretty catchy, but neither it nor the video are My Jam the way Montero (Call Me By Your Name) was. I just noticed I missed one single, 'Sun Goes Down', tho, and have added that to my collection.
Another purchase from the habit tracker reward budget is Serpentwithfeet's album 'Deacon', which was sitting in my iTunes wishlist. No idea where I heard of it, now: maybe Anthony Oliviera's podcast? Still. It's GOOD:
Audio fiction:
I've been ploughing through the RadioCanada Audiolivres of the Anne books at a great rate, starting with Anne... la maison au pignons verts; I've got through that, Anne d'Avonlea, and Anne Quitte Son Isle. Next up, Anne au Domaine des Poupliers, and then I think that's all they have!!! How shall I cope. My french is, at least, rapidly ameliorating through the process (if probably aquiring a distinct old-fashioned cast).
Stephanie Burgiss, 'The Wrong Foot', at Podcastle. I wasn't entirely satisfied with the story but it was very well read.
Starship Iris: I enjoyed the interlude where several characters watched a Dwornian soap opera. Like slice-of-life fanfic for the show, vr good. And 2.06, an epistolatory epside, did a good job at getting a bunch of fragmented plot (the cast is no longer in the one place) across.
Discursive Podcasts / YouTube:
I listened to, and had VERY mixed feelings about, the 'Gender: I hardly know her' episode of Food4Thot (a podcast that has been on my to-listen-list for a while). On the one hand, I really liked the way that several of them talked about gender as situational, relational and contextually evolving - in terms that were straightforward and yet theoretically informed. On the other hand: no one on the team is a trans man: there's one cis guy who describes himself as fairly ambivalent about that, a man but not invested in masculinity. Which is FINE, but the lot of them - including him, nay, especially him (and I no longer remember which team member this was! both Tommy Pico and Joeseph Osmondson use he/him pronouns) - kept describing masculinity as inherently violent and repellant. One of them team soft-balled the 'I think some of my trans man friends would disagree with you', and the response was 'Oh I'm not talking about being butch'. So, apparently it's possible to run a queer podcast without being aware there are flaming femme trans men? I don't think I'll be picking this up again...
The Spouter Inn's episode on Memory Serves by Lee Maracale (a First Nations Canadian author) was really fascinating, and their episode on CL Jame's 'The Black Jacobins' FANTASTIC. And the bonus episode with Lesley S. Curtis on the first Haitian novel, 'Stella', super cool.
The Queerstories episode with Samuel Leighton Dore, Moments of Culture that Raised Me. Light, nostalgia humour for the late 90s and early 2000s.
At some point I listened through the A Bit Lit episode with Eric Wade. It says 'on the global origins of race and sexuality in the Middle Ages', but he doesn't actually talk that much about race IIRC.
I was hoping to get another miscellaneous-links post in here, but it's 9.45 and I need to exorcise the kitten before bed. If he will come out, given the fireworks going on around me at the moment. An hour or so ago, someone lit one of those staked-in-the-ground fountain ones in the yard of my appartment complex, and they're lucky I didn't have my mop bucket outside catching rain today, and that my bedroom isn't in the same room as the back door, because I caught it out of the corner of my eye/heard it, and was on my feet, looking for water (would a bucket be enough?) and about to dash to the bedroom to haul my woollen blanket off the bed to fight the spot fire, all before I realised that a. it was a firework and then, slowly, b. it's been raining here, the yard is full of ivy, there isn't a fire danger from the firework itself either.
A very Australian kind of panic attack.
Mercury was sitting in the window keeping watch, but when I got up to go to the loo just now, he wasn't willing to stay in the windowsill alone, and has gone into hiding. Poor lad. He was very brave in face of the sizzly fountain one - when I opened the door to go out and be sure it was All Safe, he even considered following me.
Music: Like every other queer on the internet, I have purchased 'Industry Baby'. I actually only just got around to watching the video now - the song is pretty catchy, but neither it nor the video are My Jam the way Montero (Call Me By Your Name) was. I just noticed I missed one single, 'Sun Goes Down', tho, and have added that to my collection.
Another purchase from the habit tracker reward budget is Serpentwithfeet's album 'Deacon', which was sitting in my iTunes wishlist. No idea where I heard of it, now: maybe Anthony Oliviera's podcast? Still. It's GOOD:
Audio fiction:
Discursive Podcasts / YouTube:
I was hoping to get another miscellaneous-links post in here, but it's 9.45 and I need to exorcise the kitten before bed. If he will come out, given the fireworks going on around me at the moment. An hour or so ago, someone lit one of those staked-in-the-ground fountain ones in the yard of my appartment complex, and they're lucky I didn't have my mop bucket outside catching rain today, and that my bedroom isn't in the same room as the back door, because I caught it out of the corner of my eye/heard it, and was on my feet, looking for water (would a bucket be enough?) and about to dash to the bedroom to haul my woollen blanket off the bed to fight the spot fire, all before I realised that a. it was a firework and then, slowly, b. it's been raining here, the yard is full of ivy, there isn't a fire danger from the firework itself either.
A very Australian kind of panic attack.
Mercury was sitting in the window keeping watch, but when I got up to go to the loo just now, he wasn't willing to stay in the windowsill alone, and has gone into hiding. Poor lad. He was very brave in face of the sizzly fountain one - when I opened the door to go out and be sure it was All Safe, he even considered following me.