Blogging as Writer’s Practice: June 26th

cross-posted from The Shebeen Club

The Shebeen, yo

 For immediate release:

What: The Shebeen Club: Blogging as Writer’s Practice
When: 7-9pm, Tuesday, June 26th, 2007
Where: The Shebeen, behind the Irish Heather, 217 Carrall Street in Gastown
Why: Learn the rewards blogging can bring to a writer’s daily practice
Who: Contact lorraine.murphy at gmail.com for more information
How(much)? $15 includes presentation and dinner

Blogging is the most powerful self-publishing tool ever invented; not only is it free and accessible, but it’s easy. Even the least technical can master it quickly. Learn the many powerful ways that blogging can reinforce and encourage your writing every day. Whether you’re working on a book, writing poetry, or working in multimedia, a blog can encourage your creative process and help you spread the word of your own genius!

This is a nontechnical introduction to blogging practices and benefits, not a how-to-blog course.

Your admission includes a dinner of fabulous bangers and mash or vegetarian pasta, plus one glass of pop, wine or beer, not to mention excellent company!

Bio: Lorraine Murphy is a Vancouver blogger, writer, and editor. She has been blogging for many years, both professionally and personally, and her flagship blog, www.raincoaster.com, is ranked in the top 18,000 blogs in the world. She also maintains The Shebeen Club Blog and running through rain, for students of her course Blogging to Personal Growth. Ms Murphy is the author of Terminal City: Vancouver’s Missing Women and a former Small Business Columnist at Business in Vancouver newspaper and Occupational Pursuit magazine.

Lorraine Murphy and Lori Dunn are the co-founders of the Shebeen Club.

7-7:30: meet and mingle
7:30-8: listen and learn
8-whenever: Blogger versus WordPress GoogleJuice Splashdown.

if you’re wondering what to get me for my birthday…

Just a suggestion, but pretty much anything from McSweeney’s up to and including Dave Eggers would be most appreciated.

As you may know, it’s been tough going for many independent publishers, McSweeney’s included, since our distributor filed for bankruptcy last December 29. We lost about $130,000 — actual earnings that were simply erased. Due to the intricacies of the settlement, the real hurt didn’t hit right away, but it’s hitting now. Like most small publishers, our business is basically a break-even proposition in the best of times, so there’s really no way to absorb a loss that big.

We are committed to getting through and past this difficult time, and we’re hoping you, the readers who have from the start made McSweeney’s possible, will help us.

Over the next week or so, we’ll be holding an inventory sell-off and rare-item auction, which we hope will make a dent in the losses we sustained. A few years ago, the indispensible comics publisher Fantagraphics, in similarly dire straits, held a similar sale, and it helped them greatly. We’re hoping to do the same.

So if you’ve had your eye on anything we’ve produced, now would be a great time to take the plunge. For the next week or so, subscriptions are $5 off, new books are 30 percent off, and all backlist is 50 percent off. Please check out the store and enjoy the astounding savings, while knowing every purchase will help dig us out of a big hole.

Many of our contributors have stepped up and given us original artwork and limited editions to auction off. We’ve got original artwork from Chris Ware, Marcel Dzama, David Byrne, and Tony Millionaire; a limited-edition music mix from Nick Hornby; rare early issues of the quarterly, direct from Sean Wilsey’s closet; and more. We’re even auctioning off Dave Eggers’s painting of George Bush as a double-amputee, from the cover of Issue 14.

This is the bulk of our groundbreaking business-saving plan: to continue to sell the things we’ve made, albeit at a greatly accelerated pace for a brief period of time. We are not business masterminds, but we are optimistic that this will work. If you’ve liked what we’ve done up to now, this is the time to ensure we’ll be able to keep on doing more.

Plenty of excellent presses are in similar straits these days; two top-notch peers of ours, Soft Skull and Counterpoint, were just acquired by Winton, Shoemaker & Co. in the last few weeks. It’s an unsteady time for everybody, and we know we don’t have any special claim to your book-buying budget. We owe all of you a lot for everything you’ve allowed us to do over the last nine years, for all the time and freedom we’ve been given.

Once this calamity is averted, we’ll get back to our bread and butter — the now-legendary Believer music issue is already creeping into mailboxes everywhere; Issue 24 of our quarterly is in the midst of a really pretty silkscreening process; and in July the fourth issue of Wholphin, our DVD magazine, will slip over the border from Canada, bringing with it some very good footage of Maggie Gyllenhaal and a Moroccan drummer who messes up a wedding in an entertaining way. And then a couple of months after that, we’ll publish a debut novel from a writer named Millard Kaufman. This book is exactly the kind of thing McSweeney’s was created to do: The novel came through the mail, without an agent’s imprimatur, and it was written by a first-time novelist. This first-time novelist is ninety years old. It was pulled from the submissions pile and it knocked the socks off of everyone who read it. Millard may well be the best extant epic-comedic writer of his generation, and he stands at equal height with the best of several generations since.

Whatever you can do to help in the coming days, we thank you a thousand times. We’ll keep updating everybody on how this is going over the next few weeks; for now, pick up a few things for yourself, your friends, for Barack Obama. More news soon — thanks for reading.

Yours warmly,
The folks at McSweeney’s

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Send a message to Paris Hilton

postcards for paris

In the fine tradition of sulz’s postcard project, we present the New York Post’s Postcard for Paris. Download it from them here, for printing and mailing fun! Up to you which still from One Night in Paris you use for the reverse.

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we’ve got mail

postcard one

 

cross-posted from runningthroughrain

Remember sulz‘s postcard project from last month? Well, we registered right away and it’s arrived and we finally got a scan for your delectification. Yay, we’ve got a penpal in Malaysia! Unfortunately, half the text is in Malay and my Malay is just the teensiest bit rusty. Can anyone help a sister out?

The text on the reverse reads (at least I think it does: her writing is very neat but the postmark goes right over parts of it):

Helo raincoaster!

Apa khabar? Bagaimana dengan statistik blog hari ini? Ada makan sos mumbu baru-baru ini tak? =P

Terima kasih banyak-banyak kerana menyertai projek blog saya!

Dear raincoaster,

Have fun figuring that out! =)

I’ll toss in one more:

Saya harap postad ini tela meyerikan hari anda!

sulz.wordpress.com

Which means, as far as I can make out:

Hi raincoaster, how’s it going? Are your blog stats doing well? Have you eaten any bum sauce lately? Thanks for participating in the postcard project. Now I know where you live, fool! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Upper Yankistan, here I come!

Or something like that.

You can see our post about the project here, and her original post announcing the postcard project here. Officially it’s closed, but if getting a postcard from a total stranger in a foreign country would brighten your day a little, this might be just the thing…or it might inspire you to do some postcarding of your own. sulz has used the WordPress.com contact form so that people can post their information and it remains confidential, going straight to her private email. Don’t ask people to put their addresses in your comments section, because you just never know who’s reading it; confidentiality matters.

Think about this the next time you look at your stats and see nothing but a gaggle of numbers. Each of those little blips is a person, some of them people you’ve never met (maybe ALL of them people you’ve never met), each one with a beating heart and a hope that reading your blog will inform, entertain, educate, or cheer them. Don’t be afraid to get real with them; the postcard project is a great way to start. Didn’t Griffin and Sabine start this way, after all?

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R.I.P. T.Paul Ste Marie

TPaul memorial skullTpaulT. Paul is a legend in Vancouver, and the city is smaller, damper, darker, and far less colour-saturated without him.

Last year, when he had an aneurysm, the Shebeen Club hosted a benefit for him which raised the altogether life-altering sum of $100, but he just said thanks, it’ll buy groceries, it’s the thought that counts. He was a true gentleman and lowlife of the finest kind, and I cannot do better to honour his memory than to steal the words of his friend Napalm Dragon from T. Paul‘s own website:

On Thursday, May 31st, the Iconic T. Paul Ste Marie passed away at the age of 41.

He leaves behind a legendary struggle to make the most of life, while embracing and fostering the creative spirit of anyone who dared take themselves seriously. He was a friend to the emergent Artist, and a mentor to many. He opened doors, and he will be missed.

If you knew of him, you liked him.

If you knew him personally, it was a rare glimpse into a Man who persevered though monumental struggles, to find his place and create his own success. “I Can’t” did not exist in his vocabulary.

T. Paul Ste Marie, was best known for many things.
Among them:
•       Opening the doors for many emerging and eccentric musicians and
performers
•       Pioneering the contemporary Slam Poetry Scene
•       Managing and Promoting some of our most beloved performers of the
Vancouver Underground and Sub-Cultural Community
•       Being a slick hipster and Cigar Box Artist
•       and taken anyone who dared take themselves seriously… Serious.
•       He was a mentor to many.
•       He gave Vancouver spice and Savoir Faire.
•       and for those of us who LOVE burlesque, he was there in the
renaissance.
He lived his life on stage, struggling in private.
He will be gravely missed and remembered by anyone that met him, and
all of us he fostered.
We owe much credit to him, he lived the life of legends and made the
most of what he had.
——-
The next drink is in his name.
For those of us that want to say our peace, and share in remembering
him, there will be a tribute. (and what a party that will be)
Good bye T. Paul,
Safe journeys (where ever that is).

To you I tip my hat in honor of your fine and Passionate Invocation….

INVOCATION

We need

PASSION
to put words into context
to formulate a pretext worthy
of our cut-and -paste verbalaching to be heard
thunderclap blurred
quake-shake that thundering word herd
to
play those changes
that rearrange us
rain down rhythmic rhyme-time
jazz-jazz-jazzy clime
axe teases
in the licks chaotic
brrrrap-bap-bap-0-matic
PASSION
bring on the axiomatic
round sound midnight drumroll fury-
ocity
velocity
squeeze beat angel wings
’til they sing sweet
drink the bebop sax
the wing drip wax
of them that flew too close to the sun
fillin’ holy souls and tongues
with the ever changin’
always in the now
manic minds eye milkmaid
leading the tongue tied
to the teat that paid the fare
with their jailtime press
and their pain was not in vain
they were paving the wagon train ruts with gluts
of tarry thick ideas
fresh with bloodsweat extract
doin’ that literal literary lowstick limbo
into the next generation
of word play sensation-
alists
like us
thinkin’ ’bout
what to say
and how to say it
that beat in rhyme
and time to play it
We need
PASSION
to bask in extremes
to set our wet absurdist dreams
in flight
through tarpaper night satellite kite crowded skies
where our white noise pen toys
spin spiderweb thin
sinewy monkey limbs
limberly groping at new poetical chins
our fingers licks spittle
thick with ripe hype glory
pricks the juice-blown words
tasting flying syllables
invisible chords tying them
to howling celestial forms
storm voices that are
politic / lunatic / heretic
our kinetic kites collide
in starry night skies
with leaky loud electric pens

ur ecclectic process begins
where it never left off
sound richness
rhythmic hitches
content stitches
together
pop-pop-poppinn’ a hole
in the whole of time
art serving purpose
continues expansion
in the Universe of Rhyme
We need
PASSION
to invoke the everyday
everyman
tin pan alley trashcan huckster scam
slam sing-song banter
that is simple
sinful
with those blam blam blam gunshot phrases
that glazed ham
canned heat
edge of your seat
repartee
because we learned from those who told it
who origami folded visions

selling passers by
wordy purple fishes
from their oceans of sand
We’ve got to
EXPAND
on this vocabulary
form a mental constabulary
arresting ignorance at hand
because knowledge
IS
power
the sting bee in the flower
that pollinates and seeds
with concepts overgrowing
the weeds of conformity
building bridges of wisdom
over the dull beige schism
torn by sitcom mentally
and wisdom culminates awaiting cultivation
by our visual cortex
spiritual vortex whirling
helix twirling out
the answers to our prayers
and the spoken word blares
from invocation
to creation
occurring within
the process
of lookin’ for words to say.
AND SOME DAYS THEY SPLIT ATOMS
AND SOME DAYS THEY KICK STONES

today they find our voice.

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