#carvell wallace

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10 Anticipated May Book Releases: Memoirs, Queer Fiction, Fantasy, and More

It’s May, and that means I’m back with another list of books coming out this month that I am desperate to get my hands on. Unlike usual, there’s a heavy emphasis on memoirs in this list. I’m not sure what it is about the month of May, but everyone’s publishing! Aside from that, we have queer romance, a thriller, fantasy, and so much more. If I missed out on your book coming out this month (or one…

[hunxi-after-hours]

"We don't do resurrection quite the same way back in California because nothing ever dies there, and time is not a circle. There it is more like a dot, a singular point at which all things, past and future, perpetually coexist. But I grew up on the East Coast, which is where I am now. Here, things go away and return. Trees, fruits, birds, plants, flowers, even the light disappears, dying right before your eyes only to emerge once again like a perpetual magic trick that nature has been performing for a million seasons."

—Carvell Wallace, "The Mother," from Another Word for Love

[perfectlyripeclementine]

Haven't posted much about books or reading lately. I don't have time to gather as much info or write the mini-reviews I normally do, but in no particular order, here's some books I've either read and enjoyed lately.

Last Words from Montmartre, Qiu Miaojin. Miaojin, a lesbian novelist from Taiwan, writes a series of fictionalized letters to lovers, friends, and to her sister from Paris. They deal with themes of gender, sexuality, displacement, and depression. They are Miaojin's last work, as she committed suicide shortly after completing the book.

The Free People's Village, Sim Kern. An alternate present America in 2020: Al Gore won the election in 2000, and America has spent the past 20 years in a "War on Climate Change" -- but America's ways of addressing the climate are hardly ideal. The protagonist, Madeline, falls in love with the lead singer in her boyfriend's band, and through the web of artists she meets in the music scene, she becomes involved in political organizing. Particularly liked this book for how it treated white allyship.

Another Word for Love, Carvell Wallace. A memoir by a prolific writer of profiles. Honestly, there's no way to describe that book that doesn't feel trite or reductive. Wallace's prose is clear and unfailingly kind, unfailingly interested in giving people just a little more grace. A book on hurting and healing.

Disobedience, by Daniel Sarah Karasik. Two people fall in love in a dystopian labor camp amidst the wreckage of climate change. One manages to escape to a commune that has been trying to build a sustainable way of living. Questions about the role of violence in social movement, its necessity but also its danger.

Body Work, Melissa Febos. A writing memoir. I strongly recommend this book to anyone who's interested in learning how to write from a somatic perspective. Febos writes from the perspective of being a queer former sex worker, and discusses the role writing has played in her ability to process the trauma of violent and gendered social conditioning.

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (7-13 Jul 2024)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😊Lessons & Love (Marie Reynard) - short story; widowed single dad getting together with the bear shifter who's mentoring/training his bear shifter son; short but cute

🥰 Five Star Review (Marie Reynard) - 25K novella set in the MateHub universe - "best friends to lovers, roommates to mates novella featuring two geeky astronomy majors, some very realistic merchandise, years of pining, a lot of astrophysics homework, and knotting" - enjoyable, I am having a lot of fun in this universe

😍 Green Feet and Lightning (One-EyedBossman (desert000rose), SecretFandomStories) - 44K, Stucky modern D/s AU - Part 12 of the Differently Okay Local Idiots series - the guys get a lovely, soft morning at home, Steve runs a race, Bucky meets the (overprotective) best friend and they take care of each other. Beyond thrilled to have a new installment of one of my fave series to start out this week! UGH I love these versions of them so much!!!

😊 Share Your Address (Lolo (TheLittleLo)) - 60K Kaysanova modern college AU - Joe & Nicky (reluctantly) get set up by their friends but then pretty quickly find they aren't mad about it.

💖💖 +201K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

chrysalis (liadan14) - The Old Guard: Kaysanova, 38K - a wonderful fic told in 2 time periods: one where they've been together for 8 years & have to deal with a death in Nicky's estranged family and one where they are getting together & Nicky is learning to cook for Joe

Buck gets F**ked series (erstwhiled) - 9-1-1: mostly BuckTommy, last one Buck/Tommy/Eddie, 31K - to quote the author: "What it says on the tin!" Super hot sex & more tenderness & emotion than you might expect. big win for fisting & DP fans, A+++ all the way around.

baby, if you think you're able (you need to take this rough medicine) (jay (tofupofu)) - 9-1-1: BuckTommy, 6K - the 9-1-1 bucktommy writers are really hitting it out of the park with the daddy kink

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

McDonald & Dodds - s1, e1

Taskmaster - s4, e1-3

Thousandaires - s1, e4

D20: Never Stop Blowing Up - "The Deluxe Royale" (s22, e3)

D20: Adventuring Party - "Boongo" (s17, e3)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

NPR's Book of the Day - In 'Do I Know You?,' a science reporter tackles her own face blindness

⭐ Decoder Ring - Stuffed Animals Gone Wild

Wild Card - The light and dark of Ted Danson

What Next: TBD - The Blu-Ray-naissance Is Here. Sort of.

⭐ Here & Now Anytime - Red, white and purple: 40 years of Prince's 'Purple Rain'

⭐ Today, Explained - Why “Country Roads” feels like home

Ologies - Disability Sociology (DISABILITY PRIDE) with Guinevere Chambers

Storylines - The great baby last name debate

Re: Dracula - July 8: Method in His Madness

Art of History - J.C. Leyendecker: The Making of American Manhood

The Sporkful - Searching For The Donut King

⭐ All Songs Considered - 'Born In The U.S.A.' at 40

⭐ Death, Sex & Money - Sex Parties and Shakespeare With Carvell Wallace

Switched on Pop - Lawrence: the eight-piece family band reshaping the music business

The Fandom Show - Muppets

Vibe Check - Give Us the Wheel!

⭐ It's Been a Minute - Mavis Staples on Prince, MLK and a life onstage

WikiHole - Little Shop of Horrors (with Ben Platt, Noah Galvin and Katie Silberman)

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - A Walk Through Sandwich History with Barry Enderwick

You're Dead to Me - Printing in England

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Three great sports documentaries

Throughline - The Roots of Poverty in America

⭐ Wild Card - Nikki Giovanni doesn't think about her legacy

Wild Card - Ted Danson's journey to adulthood + Nikki Giovanni's defense of marriage

Ologies - Psychedeliology (HALLUCINOGENS) Part 1 with Charles Grob

Shedunnit - Death at the Speakeasy

It's Been a Minute - 'Hawk tuah,' the Zynternet, & the bro-vote; plus, cowboys are having a moment

NPR's Book of the Day - Two books dive into the musical histories of The Police and Joni Mitchell

Dear Prudence - My BFF Bullied Her Husband Into Allowing Her to Sleep With Other Men. Help!

Dear Prudence - Prudie Plus: I Found Dating Apps In My Wife’s Phone. Help!

Endless Thread - How to Fight a Shark

⭐ Storylines - Missing in Action: the decades-long effort to get stunt workers their Oscar due

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Fly Me to the Moon and what's making us happy

Today, Explained - The song of the summer is DEAD

99% Invisible - As Slow As Possible

Wait Wait… Don't Tell Me! - Sam Sanders & Zach Stafford

You're Dead to Me - Mary Anning

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

'60s Folk Rock

Chappell Roan

Lawrence

Nitzer Ebb Radio • Pump-up

Revolting Cocks Radio

Iron Maiden Radio • Hard rock

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Join The Black Parade: My Chemical Romance And The Politics Of Taste

Daoud Tyler-Ameen | OCTOBER 21, 2016 | npr.org

Sunday is the 10th anniversary of My Chemical Romance's The Black Parade, a defining album for both the band and a generation of pop-punk fans. A decade later, NPR's Daoud Tyler-Ameen is still processing what it means to love this record, and what its impact says about the culture around it.

Click the audio link for his roundtable discussion with Tracy Clayton, host of the Buzzfeed podcast Another Round, and Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib, poet and MTV News columnist — or find it in the All Songs Considered podcast feed. For more on how their conversation came to be, read on.

Common wisdom suggests that the culture you're exposed to in your teens and early 20s ends up informing your taste for the rest of your life. For most people, those years are where the very notion of taste begins. Books, movies, music, fashion, friends: You realize you have options, and you reject the ones that don't match your idea of who you are. The stuff that does stick — be it posters on a wall, patches on a jacket, a dog-eared paperback stuffed in a back pocket — you add to your coat of arms, self-definition by way of curation. What you like informs your understanding of what you are like, and vice-versa.

But every so often, taste leads you somewhere complicated. Sometimes you love a piece of art, but not what that love says about you — and the self-portrait you've so rigorously composed threatens to flake away. This is where I was 10 years ago, when My Chemical Romance released its third album and crowning achievement, The Black Parade.

In 2006, amid the rising tide buoying the fates of Fall Out Boy, Paramore and Panic! At The Disco, My Chemical Romance was as just about as big as it got. This was a boom era for the kind of band whose LPs are stocked at Hot Topic, but the Jersey quintet had always seemed to aim beyond its base. MCR had come out of nowhere with 2004's Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, an album born of hardcore but ringed with enough melody and melancholy that all stripes of emo and pop-punk buffs could find themselves in it, too, resulting in sales that zoomed past Warner Music's 300,000-unit target on the road to platinum status. The record had hits, it had hooks, and it had reach, especially once the cinematic visuals for "Helena" and "The Ghost of You" found their way to MTV. Crucially, it also had a sense of humor — see the video for "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)," in which freaks-versus-jocks teen comedies are skewered with note-perfect precision — which meant I couldn't dismiss the band as some self-serious Marilyn Manson hangover, even if singer Gerard Way did favor eyeshadow and funeral garb. Three Cheers was really, really good, and that was a problem for me.

Emo had found me in 10th grade, when a two-month relationship left me with a bruised heart and a taped copy of The Get Up Kids' Red Letter Day EP, and had followed me to Yale, where I hipped my freshman roommate to Dashboard Confessional. My Chemical Romance's music was not itself the issue — rather, it was the scale of the thing. This band was so popular, so grandiose — and thus, it was also a punching bag, derided as "mall punk" by the same people who had a few years earlier indicted Britney and *NSYNC as signs of the apocalypse. At a moment when mannered indie-pop and roughshod garage-rock were infiltrating the mainstream, MCR was earnest, dramatic and unapologetically massive, in a way that made it conspicuously uncool. And for me — a gawky black kid at a fancy white university, feeling very much stuck between identities — uncool seemed like the worst possible thing to be.

Writer Carvell Wallace has described the struggle this way: "Having black skin but liking white things is a little like walking on a tightrope ... You have white friends with whom you can never talk about race but you avoid groups of black people because you fear they will hear what's in your headphones and call you out as a traitor." Those words come from a Pitchfork Review profile of TV on the Radio frontman Tunde Adebimpe, with whom Wallace had overlapped years before as an NYU undergrad, and identified as a kindred square peg — the kind of black kid who might not take great care of his sneakers but would agonize over which ratty band T-shirt to wear to a party. That's the needle I was threading when MCR arrived in my life: wrapping myself in thrift-store accessories, loudly claiming bands like TV on the Radio as my heroes, positioning myself as the kind of black bohemian (Pharrell and Basquiat come to mind) who can move between cultural groups by dint of the fascination he inspires.

This version of me wasn't a lie, just a selective presentation of the truth. But committing to My Chemical Romance, which in spite of its success was scorned far and wide as mass-market histrionics for sad teens, threatened to shake the myth apart. So I kept my love of Three Cheers to myself. And when The Black Parade arrived, heralded by an orchestral lead single whose video employed period costume, gothic sets and scores of extras, I was mortified — and pushed the band out of my life altogether. I was out of school by then, playing in bands of my own, working office jobs and learning to carry myself as an adult. Even closeted fandom seemed like a bad habit in need of shedding. The inner emo kid, I thought, had to go.

This summer, a cryptic teaser posted to My Chemical Romance's YouTube channel briefly lit up the social web, stoking fevered rumors among those who'd been missing the group since it disbanded in 2013. A day later came the letdown: There was no new album, no reunion tour — just a 10th-anniversary reissue of the record that had come to define the band's career.

Fans took to Twitter to voice their disappointment. Two voices in particular jumped out at me: Tracy Clayton, co-host of the Buzzfeed podcast Another Round with Heben and Tracy, and Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib, a music writer and the author of a remarkable book of poetry called The Crown Ain't Worth Much. Both of them are friends of friends, part of an extended media family that platforms like Twitter have helped to illuminate. Both of them create work rooted in blackness, Tracy in searching interviews that sound unlike any in her field, Hanif in poems that read more like cultural essays, refracting issues like gentrification and police violence through the grammar of hip-hop and pop culture at large. Both of them were legitimately upset that My Chemical Romance was not getting back together. I knew I had to talk to them.

It isn't just that I've come around to The Black Parade in the past year, though that helps: When I finally allowed myself to listen to it all the way through, when I researched its underlying narrative about a cancer patient's journey to the beyond, when I stumbled on live videos of the band dressed in marching gear and corpse paint, the weight of it all hit me over and over and over. The record is a monument, as moving a statement about death as has ever been made. Twenty-two year-old me would have loved it, and loved talking about it. But it may well have taken the media environment of 2016 to show me how to have that conversation — in public, no less.

I don't know how much of this revelation comes from a change in the industry, and how much is just my own senses becoming more finely attuned, but the sheer plurality of black voices that move through my social timelines and podcast feeds these days is such a rich, resplendent comfort. When you can follow the work of not just a handful of black writers and commentators, but dozens upon dozens, running on their own or within enshrined institutions, you stop focusing on how different their perspectives are from the rest of the world — and begin to take notice of the many differences among them. You witness their minor debates, and pick sides. You see and hear them making guest appearances in one another's territory. "Rep sweats" fade from the picture; instead, you take as a given that people of color do and make and like all kinds of things.

And so, to toast the 10th birthday of The Black Parade, I called up two black writers whose work I adore and whose taste I admire, to have the exchange of ideas I wish I'd known how to have way back when. Here's hoping it reaches a few brown kids still learning how to trust themselves.

Andrew Limbong and Brent Baughman provided production support for this story.

[clatoera]

I MEEEAAAAANNNNN technically any career representation is ooc career representation... *shakes fist at the sky* SUZANNE GIVE US THE CAREER DISTRICT SPINOFF WE DESERVE!!! but that's not to say that your characterization isn't one of the best in the fandom... like i have (on deprived occasions) latched onto LIVEJOURNAL of all places a few times to shake out any thg fanfic. i have paid my dues in this fandom and i have seen every characterization of those four characters under the sun and yours is definitely one of my favorites of all time... CHEFS KISS...

AND PLEEEAAASE don't overwork yourself. the day 12 thing was just a joke for dramatic effect!!!! all cards on the table writing fic is SUCH a commitment it's crazy to imagine you doing it over such a busy lifestyle im exhausted thinking about it.

finally, to answer your question. in the flower/tattoo saga, it would be a glim glam/mr worldwide centric fic with background clato and past implied glove??? climmer??? I DO NOT KNOW WE ARE JUST GAY IN THIS HOUSEHOLD. i'll throw in carvel subtext for the upcoming pride month for half off. (in my mind cato brings the wallace from scott pilgrim vs. vibes to the table. he's just here for the drama of it all) also the whole thing definitely stems from glimmer being mad that her aesthetic, her vibe, is being ruined by this dumbass flower shop next to her place and she's definitely the type to be hostile when she wants to (meanwhile marvel is the type to seethe quietly, then go and mow the lawn whenever he gets too worked up about glimmer) (that's their maximum extent of enemies to lovers) (clato jus vibing for REALLL they are immediate soulmates in every universe) (this spinoff now has a spinoff of eeaao!clato) (im in too deep)

Every ask you send me I can now say is the most unhinged ask i've ever read but like..in a good way.

I'll give you the OOC thing this time....I see where you come from now. NGL i sent my friend the ask and literally said should i be offended LMAO.

Bestie I hate to tell you this but my entire life is being overworked. I MISS Childbirth and mamas and babies do you know how badly i miss afterbirth? Enough that I just types that sentence. I miss placenta, there, I said it.

However I enjoy writing fic because I get interactions like THIS out of it!!! How else would I have connected with people who would be willing to write entire AUS in my ask box!! This is gold. I appreciate you. I love you and I don't even know you.

My goal on this website is to become a hub of the careers at this point. I want people to listen to me rant about glim glam after like half a sip of moscato is that too much to dream of maybe so...

Also may i say Climmer sounds SO much move sapphic than glove.

ALso PLEASE THE LAWN!!!! PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE SUBURBAN DAD BEHAVIOR!!! I LOVE THAT FOR HIM!! Does he notice her favorite flowers and start putting them as close to HER store as possible I NEED to know.

Immediate soulmates in every universe is the BEST way to describe them. My babies. My loves.

Idk who you are but ily <3

[earcandle]

ECP0819 House of Love featuring various artists, Tape 2, 120504

The House Of Love was a cabaret on Fulton St. in San Francisco in the 2000s that hosted an interesting series of shows with musicians, artists, and writers in a friendly, informal setting. Carvell Wallace, Accidental Beauties frontman, occasional Content Provider, and acclaimed writer and journalist, is visible behind the players working the soundboard.

Tape 2 of this evening starts with the Accidental Beauties (including Carvell and the evening's MC, Olive) doing a waltz version of Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthin' To Fuck With. Following this is Adam Warner on the ukulele and vocals. Next, Ken Taylor delivers some spoken word and is then joined by Andrew Bancroft as a duo called the Illbillies. Finally, we are introduced to Vanessa Morrison before the tape runs out. We look forward to finding tape 3.

Ear Candle Productions is a small music label, video production, and eLearning website designed to be a place for the arts to stay and to be a venue for the creative products of the owners, John Bassham (AKA J Neo Marvin) and Debra Nicholson Bassham (AKA Davis Jones). We live in San Francisco. Come visit our website, check out our YT, Bandcamp, Ear Candle Radio, and other pages at https://earcandleproductions.com

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918. Carvell Wallace

Carvell Wallace is the author of the debut memoir Another Word for Love, available from MCD Books.

Wallace grew up between Southwestern PA, Washington DC, and Los Angeles. He attended Tisch School for the Arts and worked as a stage actor before spending fifteen years in direct service youth non-profits. He has covered arts, entertainment, music, culture, race, sports, and parenting for The New York Times Magazine, The New Yorker, Slate, GQ, Pitchfork, MTV News and others. As a podcast host, he has been nominated for a Peabody and won a Kaleidoscope Award and was the Slate parenting advice columnist. He is the co-author of the New York Times best-selling basketball memoir The Sixth Man with Andre Iguodala. He lives in Oakland and has two adult children, a comfortable couch, and a lot of plants.

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How To!’s Carvell Wallace Takes Stock of His Life in Another Word for Love

Courtney Martin talks with Carvell Wallace about writing, interviewing—and his new memoir. We’re sorry, but something went wrong while fetching your podcast feeds. Please contact us at plus@slate.com for help. Episode Notes On this episode of How To!: co-hosts Courtney Martin and Carvell Wallace sit down to talk about his new memoir, Another Word for Love. In the book, Carvell’s examination of…

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Carvell Wallace - "It's Always About Power: the hypocrisy is the point"

(on Medium, you can use google to sign in)

In short, they don’t actually think they are right, so trying to prove them wrong like it’s a fucking debate club is not going to make anyone change their behavior. It doesn’t matter if they believe they’re right; it matters if they are in charge. It matters if they are in power.

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[shawnjacksonsbs]

On being a door opener, not a gate keeper???

(or Finishing Finding Fred lol) 2-18-23

"I've always been told that when in pain, find one simple act of service that you can manage and do it" - Carvell Wallace

It's probably, in part, why I still write. And writing, qualifies by my definition as “of service”.

There are 2 kinds of people in the world.

The ones who want to care about and for everyone, and those that only want to care for those close to them.

The first group is about, at least in part, about service to others as part of their meaning of life, and the second group might shed a tear, but no loss of love or even a hand out to those outside their circles without a ton of conditions.

"Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me." – Jesus (maybe)

There is a 3rd group off to one side, albeit very small, which holds sociopaths, psychopaths, and those who definitely don't care about any other group or peoples, large or small.

Do you feel like this accurate?

I suppose it's not like one is above the other, or more right necessarily, but the side I reside on gives me opportunity with the oppressed, while the other group needs to keep the oppressors in check, (if they aren't blinded and found corruptible themselves).

I'm starting to believe we need both groups to be . . .both groups.

I found myself in more deep conversations these last several years with people that are on opposing sides of a lot generalized topics, but when we get more specific we seem to view people, service, and each other a bit more the same way.

Isn't that weird?

Don't get me wrong. It's not every specific subject matter. We do trip over each other when it comes to God or no God, pro-life or pro-choice, and things of this nature.

I lean left and cringe at people claiming the right, and it’s vice a versa quite a bit for them.

Why is it that I feel more liberal ideals meet my beliefs and they feel more conservative fits their requirements for politics, but we both* (some of them) care about people?

We both* care about the world, society, community, and want whatever is going to inspire others to achieve their own versions of success.

I heard, and I'm paraphrasing here, but they said something to the effect of, it's the difference in the religion OF Jesus and the religion ABOUT Jesus.

That made sense to me. I imagine to a believer or a follower of the Bible or Jesus (a true follower not a hypocritical mainstream one), they're scratching their head like aren't those the same thing?

And no I'm not talking about Judaism.

Actually trying to walk the walk of Jesus, I would imagine is fairly hard to do. Just like I can't imagine someone emulating Fred Rogers to such a degree to be considered the same as.

But isn't that the point . . . for both, to try?

I definitely don't want to veer too far off course here.

I can be as slow and steady as I can and still fall short, and I actually try, like try, try. I really try, even in my real life every days.

Most of the time, doing good and being honest takes little to no effort, but that's not always the case.

And that, in those cases, it's almost always because of some fear. Fear of rejection, fear of abandonment, fear of humiliation . . . I could list a ton of fears here.

Fear . . . keeps us from focusing on commonalities instead of differences.

We've been so ingrained with “how to be” by whichever side of whichever thing, that our hearts are partially closed off to what could actually lead us all toward better days in . . .a togetherness.

I would love to find some emotionally, and intellectually stimulating conversations with various people who could handle it, to really find out, for real, why we believe we aren't the same when fitted into our respective groups.

It's only Monday, so I'm going to back out for a bit, but finishing up the Finding Fred podcast today, really had me . . . noting quotes left and right, and screen shoting guests and the host for future research. Lol I do stay a little sad that more people I know in real life aren't like us in wanting better for ALL of us, but . . . What do you do?

"What do you do with the love that you feel?" - Carvell Wallace

"I keep what I need, and I spend the rest." - Ashley C Ford

“And I spend the rest.”

I just love that part. That’s good stuff.

I don't put myself first a lot, but it's not the same as always putting myself last. Being of service plays out differently a lot of the time, and often in unique ways. Things that I wouldn't always quantify as "being of service" at the time, but hindsight is sometimes better than 20/20 and as it turns out . . . is.

Living as the example of what I want to see in the world, can sometimes double up on my being of service and just another piece of life.

Maybe not always mutually inclusive, but not exclusive all the time either.

Make sense? Sometimes without even thinking about it, just living my role in the lives of those around me turns out to be "of service" and in the right way, in a good way.

Plus, up until these last 9 or 10 years, I was pretty . . .selfishly self-centered and always looked out for me first.

Don't believe me; go ask my kids, my exes, my mom.

My heart felt love, but they rarely saw it in true form, more a side note, or a bonus I could sometimes make happen.

So I'd say I qualify as someone who knows what the fuck I'm talking about.

Turned my life around is such an understatement.

I'm definitely 180 degrees or further from that truth. Don't believe me; go ask my kids, my exes, or my momma. Lol no lol

There's a bit of shame and guilt attached to me permanently. Forgiving me, can only go so far. I don't ever wanna feel like I've totally absolved myself.

I feel like that would be a disservice to those I wronged, or harmed, and take light away from who I am, and who I'm becoming because of it.

All I'm gaining, and for who, despite why and how I used to be.

“For who” . . . comes with the bonus of it gets to me, sometimes. That line is written as I go through another damn struggle, but I re-read and I try to move through another thing, another stress.

I am different today. The way I try, says more about me than I ever could. Lol no lol

It’s still very early in the week, but I am sending this to print.

Let’s keep sharing as much love and laughter as we can muster with the world around us, together though. If there comes a time where I fall short if you pick up my slack, I’ll catch it for you if you ever need it. Deal?

In the end, it is us.

Until next week;

"We have to be Fred Rogers. I mean we're grown up. I'm about to be 40. I was watching Mr. Rogers as a kid. It’s time for me to be Mr. Rogers. It's time for all of us to be Mr. Rogers" - Christof Putzel

[hunxi-after-hours]

"The thing about being a sensitive, verbal child is that you internalize everyone's feelings and that means oppressive systems take root in you just as surely as the need for freedom from them does. You are a blank thing, permeable and retentive, like those pieces of AI that are turned loose on the internet and learn how to be human only by learning how to be racist. "But in the end, it is not enough to be hurt and to know that you have been hurt. The price of being alive, of being in love, is that you are required to heal."

—Carvell Wallace, "The Death" from Another Word for Love

[the-final-sentence]

There's a part of you that now realizes that you could have stayed there forever.

Jared Dudley & Carvell Wallace, from Inside the NBA Bubble

[reactingtosomething]

Well, [my character in A Time to Kill] Carl Lee kills those dudes because he has to kill those dudes for his daughter so that she’ll understand, “The world is safe for you. And if anybody else does some shit to you, I’ll kill them, too. But I’m your protector. I will do anything to make sure you’re okay.” In the editing of that movie, everything I did that spoke to that got edited out, and it turned to: I killed some motherfucking white people and I connived to get away with it. So when I saw it, I was sitting there like, “Oh, that’s right.” They’re in control of the shit. It’s a director’s medium; they could do what they want to do to make it change. Which leads me to now, when I’m on a movie set and the motherfucker says, “Can we try this?” Sometimes I’ll be like, “Naw.”

That’s why you don’t do multiple takes.

I don’t do more than three. I don’t get to go to the editing room, but you do. And you��re going to put that thing that you asked me to do in there, because that’s the thing you like. So if I don’t do it, I don’t have to worry about you fucking with my performance.

I haven’t seen all your films—I mean, who has time to see every single Sam Jackson movie?—but. . .

I do.

Samuel L. Jackson interviewed by Carvell Wallace

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