Coming tomorrow, the return of Roger Zelazny poetry month!
This time I'm doing things a little bit different.
Stay tuned!
A long-running, occasionally updated blog primarily about the works of Roger Zelazny.
Coming tomorrow, the return of Roger Zelazny poetry month!
This time I'm doing things a little bit different.
Stay tuned!
With young Percy attending school in NYC, we have more opportunities to head into the city than we did before. Spring break was ending this past weekend so we decided to make a day of it and what better way to do that than exploring a scenic cemetery?
Green-Wood (and that hyphen is driving me crazy) is 478 acres in the heart of Brooklyn. Battle Hill is on the grounds and it's the highest point in Brooklyn. The view is breathtaking. I understand why rich assholes want to cut down trees that block their view of picturesque locations.
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Stoopid trees, blocking my view. |
It's a lovely place. It seems very polished in a way that cemeteries typically aren't. I don't mean that as a pejorative, but I do understand how it could be perceived that way. It seems that they are very deliberate in maintaining their identity, which is an unusual thing to say about a cemetery, but it's an unusual business facing unusual pressures. (This episode of the Search Engine podcast covers some of the history of cemeteries and the unique challenges they face.)
Jen really enjoyed the monk parakeets. I took a picture but they all flew away before I snapped it.
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Ayup |
Percy found a grave hidden away in a bush and mentioned how sad that seemed.
Like any cemetery of its size, it has some truly impressive mausolea.
It's nice. It's peaceful. It's everything it should be. I appreciate the efforts of the people who run the place, who ensure that it will endure.
All Star Superman is my second favorite Superman story and it was my favorite for a long time. (My current, and probably eternal favorite is Superman Smashes the Klan, which despite being another Superman origin story, is probably the truest distillation of his essence ever put to paper.)
I watched Puella Magi Madoka Magica with my kid. It's....boy howdy, it's hard to explain in a single sentence, but it's a subversion of the Sailor Moon "magical girl" genre, suggesting that maybe conscripting pre-teens into an endless war against monstrous hell demons might be kind of messed up. And it's got a flawless soundtrack.
Sayaka Miki isn't the main character (that would be Madoka), though the creator of the property considers her the "hero". She's a young girl who makes a selfless wish to heal someone else, only to find that her sacrifices don't lead to a better world. She spirals into despair, convinced that if she isn't useful, she is worthless. She can't find a path to live in a world that isn't fair and in the end, it kills her.
In Encanto, Luisa carries more than just the weight of the world. She carries expectation, obligation, the quiet fear that if she falters, everything falls apart. When her strength begins to fade, so does her sense of self, and for the first time, she is forced to ask: Who is she, if she can’t hold everything up?
And in the Trump era, this pressure only grows. Decent people are being erased, their voices drowned out, their efforts stretched thin. Those without a direct stake feel the need to fight constantly, to throw themselves into the struggle because to do otherwise feels like surrender. It’s about the fear that if you aren’t fighting, you are failing.
But here’s the truth: utility is not the same as worth.
Superman is Superman even when he’s dying. Sayaka was worthy of love before she ever picked up a sword. Luisa deserved rest before she started losing her strength. And so do you.
This is a battle to the end. But even battles have moments of rest, of retreat, of gathering strength. The hardest and most necessary lesson might be the one these stories whisper to us between the lines: you don’t have to save everyone. You were never supposed to.