February 27th, 2009

corset & bougainvillea

Graphic adaptation of Octavia Butler's Kindred.

Via pantryslut and some other folks, via Alison Bechdel:

"Attention Octavia Butler fans: Beacon Press wants to publish a graphic adaptation of Butler’s novel Kindred. They’re currently “inviting proposals from cartoonists who appreciate Octavia Butler’s legacy, and reflect her commitment to social justice in their own work. Those interested in discussing a proposal should email the editor of the Graphic Books list, Allison Trzop, at atrzop@beacon.org.” The deadline is March 16!"

Pass it on--I'd love to see a woman of color get this.
corset & bougainvillea

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  • 13:54 Trying to motivate through pain. It's not easy, but editing must be done. Laundry, too, but that's not gonna happen with gimpy shoulder. #
  • 23:36 Successfully read at a Black History Month assembly in East Oakland and caught the feature at the Oakland Slam. No MEAT, tho. Too much pain. #
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A study in struggle.

I'm exhausted.

The pain I woke up to on Tuesday morning hasn't really dissipated. I saw my chiropractor Dr. Dan again today, and he did note some improvement in my mobility: I can at least turn my head to my left a little bit now, and look up, but I have not had a moment without pain in going on four days. Sleep hasn't been easy, even after taking a muscle relaxant.

This evening begins my three-day training at CTWO, which I'm both looking forward to and dreading. I'll be there for four hours tonight, nine hours tomorrow, and then another six on Sunday. I think it'll be good for me and my resume, but I'm a little worried about how my body will respond, especially since tomorrow will involve at least three hours out on unfamiliar turf with POWER. Door-knocking is already tiring, I haven't done any canvassing in San Francisco at all before, and it's really hard to talk to people when even the slightest movement hurts. I just hope I can keep up. Also, I hope it doesn't rain.

We still haven't gotten my grandmother's ashes back from the funeral home. My mother's been freaking out pretty regularly, about things that don't even matter, but I guess it's just going to be this way for a while. As for me, I think I've been in too much physical pain the last few days to even notice any emotional stuff going on. Well, that's not entirely true--there's been a lot of nonspecific anxiety for sure. But that's about where it stops. Perhaps my body decided to spasm to give my brain a rest. They're a tag team.

Anyway, right now my apartment is freezing, which I'm sure isn't helping my muscles. Time to go light the pilot in my heater. Again.