pteryxx
14 March 2008 @ 12:58 pm
Last week, Oklahoma State rep Sally Kern was recorded claiming that the efforts of gays to secure civil rights will destroy America. "It's the biggest threat our nation has, even more so than terrorism or Islam."

The responses have been lighting up the Net from every corner of the world, but the definitive answer has to be this letter from an Oklahoma student. As words are double-edged weapons, those that heal should be spread every bit as widely as those that kill; and the lesson learned from suffering can be either to hate or to love.

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Rep Kern:

On April 19, 1995, in Oklahoma City a terrorist detonated a bomb that killed my mother and 167 others. 19 children died that day. Had I not had the chicken pox that day, the body count would've likely have included one more. Over 800 other Oklahomans were injured that day and many of those still suffer through their permanent wounds.

That terrorist was neither a homosexual or was he involved in Islam. He was an extremist Christian forcing his views through a body count. He held his beliefs and made those who didn't live up to them pay with their lives.

As you were not a resident of Oklahoma on that day, it could be explained why you so carelessly chose words saying that the homosexual agenda is worst than terrorism. I can most certainly tell you through my own experience that is not true. I am sure there are many people in your voting district that laid a loved one to death after the terrorist attack on Oklahoma City. I kind of doubt you'll find one of them that will agree with you.

I was five years old when my mother died. I remember what a beautiful, wise, and remarkable woman she was. I miss her. Your harsh words and misguided beliefs brought me to tears, because you told me that my mother's killer was a better person than a group of people that are seeking safety and tolerance for themselves.

As someone left motherless and victimized by terrorists, I say to you very clearly you are absolutely wrong.

You represent a district in Oklahoma City and you very coldly express a lack of love, sympathy or understanding for what they've been through. Can I ask if you might have chosen wiser words were you a real Oklahoman that was here to share the suffering with Oklahoma City? Might your heart be a bit less cold had you been around to see the small bodies of children being pulled out of rubble and carried away by weeping firemen?

I've spent 12 years in Oklahoma public schools and never once have I had anyone try to force a gay agenda on me. I have seen, however, many gay students beat up and there's never a day in school that has went by when I haven't heard the word **** slung at someone. I've been called gay slurs many times and they hurt and I am not even gay so I can just imagine how a real gay person feels. You were a school teacher and you have seen those things too. How could you care so little about the suffering of some of your students?

Let me tell you the result of your words in my school. Every openly gay and suspected gay in the school were having to walk together Monday for protection. They looked scared. They've already experienced enough hate and now your words gave other students even more motivation to sneer at them and call them names. Afterall, you are a teacher and a lawmaker, many young people have taken your words to heart. That happens when you assume a role of responsibility in your community. I seriously think before this week ends that some kids here will be going home bruised and bloody because of what you said.

I wish you could've met my mom. Maybe she could've guided you in how a real Christian should be acting and speaking.

I have not had a mother for nearly 13 years now and wonder if there were fewer people like you around, people with more love and tolerance in their hearts instead of strife, if my mom would be here to watch me graduate from high school this spring. Now she won't be there. So I'll be packing my things and leaving Oklahoma to go to college elsewhere and one day be a writer and I have no intentions to ever return here. I have no doubt that people like you will incite crazy people to build more bombs and kill more people again. I don't want to be here for that. I just can't go through that again.

You may just see me as a kid, but let me try to teach you something. The old saying is sticks and stones will break your bones, but words will never hurt you. Well, your words hurt me. Your words disrespected the memory of my mom. Your words can cause others to pick up sticks and stones and hurt others.

Sincerely

Tucker


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Sources: Originally from Topix.com in comments to Sen. Kern. Formatted here:
Letter to Sally Kern on Hyphoid Logic blog.
 
 
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pteryxx
11 November 2007 @ 02:07 pm
Well, I don't have much to show as far as word count - just that parody (which took 8 hours! Lyrics are hard, yeesh) and a lot of ideas and background info for essays and stories and projects to make the world a better place. But I've learned a few things along the way so far... Writing is lonelier than editing. The Internet really can suck you into a vortex of time. Television stops independent thought, but music doesn't. Exercising every day is annoying as all get out but it does make you smart. Hornets swarm when the weather gets cold. And a piece of sandpaper wrapped around a popsicle stick does wonders for scraping out old tile cement.

I've written several thousand words of detailed critique in various venues, often writing longer critiques than the actual stories; and last night I spent seven straight hours editing and critiquing three different pieces, during prime gaming time. I love working with folks and helping them set their worlds on fire, more than gaming, more than roleplaying even. If I get over the fear of writing, will I love it most of all? Only one way to find out. But if I should somehow find a job helping other folks love their work, instead of doing it myself, well... there may be worse fates.
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pteryxx
09 November 2007 @ 04:24 am
Sung to the tune of 'Rockstar', with insincere apologies to Nickelback. - Pteryxx


Author


I'm sick of all these published books that are just wasted wood
Out of seven hundred pages, only fifty are good
And the sequel reads like it was plotted with a Ouija board

I want to make it big, if I got just one chance
I bet my grade-school novel could earn out its advance
And the science-fiction genre would no longer be ignored

I'll have a world that's a thinly veiled Coruscant
And an alien modeled on the ocelot
I got four books planned, and outlines for another three

Every fan forum's leading topic of debate
Will be whether my protagonist is gay or straight
I hear that Ticonderoga's gonna name a pencil for me

I'm gonna write my way to fortune and fame
I want every librarian to know my name

(chorus)
'Cause we all just wanna be big-name authors
With a mailbox full of royalties and contract offers
The words come easy and ideas are free
They can always be expanded to a trilogy
We'll lead all the discussions at the writers' camp
Sign our autographs with a rubber stamp
We'll have our book covers made just the way that we want
With our names in a hundred-twenty-eight point font

Hey, hey, I wanna be an author
Hey, hey, I wanna be an author

I want my own best-seller list in the New York Times
And a publicist so I don't have to write my own lines
I'll do appearances on Oprah, Leno, and Sesame Street

I'll put my Pulitzer next to my Nobel Prize
While Dreamworks is picking up the screenplay rights
And they're working on a first-person shooter for the PS3

I'm gonna write my way to fortune and fame
I want every librarian to know my name

(chorus)
'Cause we all just wanna be big-name authors
With a mailbox full of royalties and contract offers
The words come easy and ideas are free
They can always be expanded to a trilogy
We'll lead all the discussions at the writers' camp
Sign our autographs with a rubber stamp
We'll have our book covers made just the way that we want
With our names in a hundred-twenty-eight point font

And we'll meet up at the biggest cons
Standing-room only, every panel we're on
And we'll all roll our eyes at the wanna-be's
When they ask again 'Where do you get your ideas', well

Hey, hey, I wanna be an author.

So I spent another night
at my desk with QWERTY
Printed backwards on my forehead
at oh-dark-thirty
I've been hoping for that break all my life it seems
But the big bad world can't take away my dreams

(chorus)
Well we all just wanna be big-name authors
With a mailbox overflowing with contract offers
The words come easy and ideas are free
They can always be expanded to a trilogy
We'll lead all the discussions at the writers' camp
Sign our autographs with a rubber stamp
We'll have our book covers made just the way that we want
With our names in a hundred-twenty-eight point font

And we'll meet up at the biggest cons
Standing-room only, every panel we're on
And we'll all roll our eyes at the wanna-be's
When they ask again 'Where do you get your ideas', well

Hey, hey, I wanna be an author
Hey, hey, I wanna be an author.
 
 
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pteryxx
04 November 2007 @ 02:38 am
"Page 272"

On The Hamburger Place, Jefferson TX, and "The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay" by Michael Chabon.


"Only love could pick a nested pair of steel Bramah locks." -p. 532

Continued below with picture )
 
 
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pteryxx
04 November 2007 @ 02:31 am
For National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo, to the initiate) I'm going to practice pretend-freelancing and try to finish a project every couple of days. Raw material isn't generally my problem; it's carving it into a coherent form that really takes the time, and is also frightening. My stuff tends to come to me as imagery, and my first drafts are largely scattered words and phrases and even sketches.

So far, I've finished this one essay... and had five ideas for new ones, two new fiction projects, and one piece of software. *facepaw* The last thing I need is MORE ideas.

I also discovered that sticking your finger really makes typing annoying.

"Page 272" conceived Oct 27, started Nov 1, finished Nov 4, 1331 words including the quotes.

PterStoFinMo

Image kindly made for me by Gene at [info]typographer


Edited to add: This sort of counts, since we worked on it through midnight of October 31st. For City of Heroes RP, Guen's report of the death of character Charles Smithers, reshaped by me into casefile format. Fortunately Moonedit works beautifully even over my pathetic dial-up.

Report to Overseer

Link to thread for the rest of the story.
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pteryxx
25 October 2007 @ 10:34 pm
By now, even if you've never opened a Harry Potter book, you probably know the latest news. I posted a comment on CC that got several 'well said's, so I decided to repost it here.

Continued below. )
 
 
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pteryxx
25 October 2007 @ 02:07 am
*surfaces, shedding water from its wings*

Now that this strange place is feeling like a home, and not a dream, it's time to re-establish my Presence. The fallout and shock is over and done, the wave retreated. As a side effect, this is the best chance I could hope for to practice being a freelancer, and see if it agrees with me. I've started to establish a presence on CritiqueCircle, NanoVirtue and AnthroArchives and will shortly reawaken my deviantart account. And NaNoWriMo is only days away. *shows beak-teeth in a grin*

If you had the choice, would you:

a) find a job that allowed you time to write on the side, or
b) write full-time, with all that entails?
 
 
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pteryxx
23 June 2007 @ 06:41 pm
Been talking to a few folks lately about stream-of-consciousness writing. I've never used it myself, as my stream is almost entirely nonverbal. Here's a powerful example... but this one is from real life.

We take so much for granted. Like... breathing.

Breathe.
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pteryxx
Well for my first entry, I'm still more concerned with the nuts and bolts of opening an account than with actually writing. Even so, I admit to some apprehension. It might not be the best thing with my hectic schedule, and all the projects that I already put off routinely, to take on this journal as well... but if I'm going to become a writer, then I need all the practice I can get. So I can't get in the three to four hours a day, every day, that Stephen King recommends - well I'm not going to let that stop me. Will I enjoy the process? That remains to be seen... but I can remember a time when writing was my play, my sport, and the refreshment of my spirit. So I dare to hope it might become so again.

'The key to magic is magic. To be a mage, you must be a mage.' -in Dragonsbane, Barbara Hambly
 
 
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