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Dec. 20th, 2014 06:17 pm
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Alive! Slightly awake.

Watched four movies on the plane: The Hundred-Foot Journey (loved it!), Guardians of the Galaxy (liked it all right), How To Train Your Dragon 2 (better than I expected), and Hercules (it was okay, but I agree with all the critics that it was hella white).

When I got into Incheon I made a cot out of two chairs and passed out for three hours. Still waking up. Need a shower quite desperately. Then I'll go get some food. There's a transit hotel lounge here which does a mean buffet spread that has never disappointed me. And I'll read. See you on the other side, internet!

Seed by Robyn Sarah

Dec. 20th, 2014 06:50 pm
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And the seed bunches hung in the summer trees
on branches that swung in the wind, 
it was the summer when everywhere you went 
you heard the cries of newborn babies
out of open windows, or from behind fences
around private gardens, everywhere you went
there was a mother on the other
side of the wall

And the seed bunches tossed in the wind... )

The Bee Carol by Carol Anne Duffy

Dec. 21st, 2014 12:24 am
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I was looking for another poem by this poet, something from her collection The Bees which I read and enjoyed so much at the start of the year. I couldn't find the one I was looking for but I found another one altogether, though it is about bees and is seasonably appropriate to boot.


The Bee Carol

Silently on Christmas Eve,
the turn of midnight’s key;
all the garden locked in ice -
a silver frieze -
except the winter cluster of the bees.

Flightless now and shivering,
around their Queen they cling;
every bee a gift of heat;
she will not freeze
within the winter cluster of the bees.

Bring me for my Christmas gift
a single golden jar;
let me taste the sweetness there,
but honey leave
to feed the winter cluster of the bees.

Come with me on Christmas Eve
to see the silent hive -
trembling stars cloistered above -
and then believe,
bless the winter cluster of the bees.

Carol Anne Duffy

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Dec. 19th, 2014 10:30 pm
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- Woke up at 9am today, with only 6 hours sleep. Had to wash my hair.

- Ate just a noodle for lunch in anticipation of a dinner at some hotel with a new friend.

- Did some last minute cleaning, left the apartment at 2pm, caught the 2.25 bus downtown to the train station. It had to be re-routed because of some closure on Uni Ave.

- Train line was super long, because one of the machines was damn finicky and of course I got it. Took me three tries with all my available cards.

- Sat close to a chatty senior undergrad who, idk, had "rube" written all over her forehead, to hear her tell the ish she'd gone through the entire quarter. Tried to explain what I did, and she was enthused but started talking and I'm not sure I understood her sentences from start to finish. And I'm usually pretty good at deciphering these sorts of things.

- The Flyaway to LAX took almost an hour with the traffic. I kept texting the friend over and over, because I couldn't remember which hotel we were going to meet at. Couldn't check in early so I had to lug my luggage with me to wait for the shuttle.

- I got onto a shuttle that serves two hotels but didn't understand it. Didn't matter because the friend had thrown his back and couldn't make it down.

- Determined to make the best of it anyway. Ended up at the Westin. Had shrimp, a glass of wine, some fries, a brownie. Had a very nice waiter. A very expensive dinner.

- Caught the shuttle back to LAX, checked in, went through security. My cookies went through! So... now waiting for the flight. Developing a headache. Really want to sleep. Not looking forward to 13 hours of sitting. Too much sitting. Sigh.

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Dec. 19th, 2014 03:00 am
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- I think I'm packed and ready.

- I baked cookies tonight for my dad. Sigh.

- Worms seem to be doing okay. I covered them with their cloth and I'm confident they'll be okay while I'm gone.

- Went out for dinner at Sushiya with some friends.

- Looks like the only reasonable train to Los Angeles is at 3pm, which means leaving the house around 2pm with my luggage. Bah! I'll get to the airport around 6pm. So unreasonable! I wonder if LAX has anything decent to eat. Maybe I should wander around Union Station for food first.

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Dec. 18th, 2014 02:35 pm
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If "postcolonial" becomes the sexy new catchphrase to replace "multicultural" I may well kill a puppy.

No, just because a POC does it doesn't make it postcolonial, ffs.

/vagueblogging

I SOLD MY BOOK!!!!!

Dec. 18th, 2014 03:49 pm
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I tell a lie. My agent Caitlin Blasdell sold my book to Ace/Roc Books in the US, and they sold it to Pan Macmillan/Tor in the UK. I didn’t do any selling myself, just fingernail-biting and jumping around in excitement. The book’s called SORCERER TO THE CROWN, and I’m to write two more in the same world.

The book

SORCERER TO THE CROWN is set in London in the early 1800s and it’s about Zacharias Wythe, England’s first black Sorcerer Royal. (As in, he’s a black guy. Not as in black magic. Zacharias is very virtuous!) But his life sucks. England is running out of magic, his colleagues are mean and racist, and everyone thinks he killed his predecessor.

When ambitious (and inconveniently magical) orphan Prunella Gentleman demands that he take her away from the school where she’s drudged all her life, Zacharias refuses, of course. But Prunella’s stumbled upon English magic’s greatest discovery in centuries, and things are about to get a whole lot more complicated for the both of them.

This is, of course, postcolonial fluff for book nerds (made-up genre of my heart!). It’s what happened when I mashed up Wodehouse and Heyer and my childhood puzzlement about people in books who were described as “dark” when they were clearly white. It’s got secret dragons and schoolgirl hijinks and confrontations at balls and bossy witch aunties. It’s even got pontianak, because why not.

My feels

What can I say about this?

It will be my first published novel. It’s due to release in autumn 2015.

It feels like I’ve worked harder on this book than I’ve worked on anything else in my liiife, but that’s probably not true. I probably worked harder in Chinese school. (Nothing in my life so far has managed to beat Chinese school. If you wish to make your children traumatised strong, send them to Chinese school!)

Anyway, I am SO READY to do more of this work. I was thinking about something I saw on my dwircle yesterday — “the reward for good work is more work” — and gosh, if I could be so lucky! The best thing would be to be able to work hard on dragon hijinks forever.

To be able to share those dragon hijinks with other people is the next best thing. I hope the book comes out. (I am of course convinced that the Earth is going to be hit by an asteroid just in time to prevent actual publication.) I hope people read it and like it. :O

My new release mailing list

If you would like to receive an email notification when the book is out, you can sign up to my brand spanking new mailing list! I’m planning only to send out emails when I’ve published a new thing that you can buy and/or read. So you’ll get an email when this book is out, and also when other projects I’ve got in the works are published.

I’m also considering possibly sending out mailing list extras in future — the occasional free short story, say, or deleted scenes from the book. But otherwise I will be silent! I won’t spam you or give your address to anyone else, and you can unsubscribe at any time.


The official press release(s)

ETA: Press releases from the publishers!

Ace Books to publish an all-new historical fantasy trilogy from John W. Campbell nominated author Zen Cho

Pan Macmillan buys new trilogy in the tradition of Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

(Though I should say that my book can only suffer from juxtaposition with the incomparable JONATHAN STRANGE & MR NORRELL. Clarke was definitely an influence (and Stephen Black and Arabella Strange, MY FAVOURITES), but SORCERER is, let us say, an homage. Though it’s also a lot of other things!)

Mirrored from Zen Cho.

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Dec. 17th, 2014 09:58 pm
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- I tried to go to sleep early last night but it didn't take.. I tossed and turned until 1am.

- Went to campus today, and just as I was getting started, my prof popped in to collect the exams. I graded them all (she was expecting to do half) and so now she gets to do the fun part of calculating grades. I also brought home my mini-rose from my office and recruited a few worms from the outdoor bin (which were huddled into a ball) into the rose pot, where I hope they will do some good work rejuvenating it.

- It was my friend Eric's birthday today! I had meant to wait until I saw him again to mention that I got an extra print of Afua Richardson's illustration of "The Negro Speaks of Rivers" but I thought, since it's his birthday, why not tell him now. He was super pleased with the present! We went to Back to the Grind to hang out, then went for a dinner at a nearby restaurant.

- Tomorrow I intend to do laundry and pack, and then meet some friends for drinks.

live-action Korra dreamcast!

Dec. 17th, 2014 09:23 pm
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[personal profile] yifu has the BEST ideas. ♥ This is definitely a work in progress, so audience participation is welcome and encouraged, lol. Also, I haven't caught up with Korra at all (I lost investment at the end of S1), so if I'm missing half a cast by now, that's why.

Korra: ???
Mako: Harry Shum Jr.
Bolin: Daniel Cloud Campos
Asami: Fan Bingbing

Lin Bei Fong: Michelle Yeoh
Tenzin: Chow Yun Fat
Pema: Joan Chen
Hiroshi Sato: Tony Leung
Tarrlok: ???
Amon/Noatak: ???
Lieutenant: ???
Bumi: Jason Momoa?
Iroh: Daniel Henney
Ikki: ???
Jinora: ???
Meelo: ???

Master Katara: ???
Avatar Aang: ???
Sokka: Naveen Andrews?
Toph Bei Fong: Zhao Wei
Yakone: ???

You may have noticed how many question marks are involved in this list! There are implied question marks even for the names without question marks, so feel free to convince me to change my mind! THROW ME YOUR NAMES AND FACES, EVERYONE. :D

Trio by Edwin Morgan

Dec. 17th, 2014 10:49 pm
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I did promise some Edwin Morgan and this is a seasonably appropriate piece as well.

Trio

Coming up Buchanan Street, quickly, on a sharp evening
a young man and two girls, under the Christmas lights –
The young man carries a new guitar in his arms,
the girl on the inside carries a very young baby,
and the girl on the outside carries a chihuahua.
And the three of them are laughing, their breath rises
in a cloud of happiness, and as they pass
the boy says, ‘Wait till he sees this but!’
The chihuahua has a tiny Royal Stewart tartan coat like a teapot-holder,
the baby in its white shawl is all bright eyes and mouth like favours
in a fresh sweet cake,
the guitar swells out under its milky plastic cover, tied at the neck
with silver tinsel tape and a brisk sprig of mistletoe.
Orphean sprig! Melting baby! Warm chihuahua!
The vale of tears is powerless before you.
Whether Christ is born, or is not born, you
put paid to fate, it abdicates
under the Christmas lights.
Monsters of the year
go blank, are scattered back,
can’t bear this march of three.

– And the three have passed, vanished in the crowd
(yet not vanished, for in their arms they wind
the life of men and beasts, and music,
laughter ringing them round like a guard)
at the end of this winter’s day.

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Dec. 16th, 2014 09:11 pm
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I finished my blouse! My whole outfit is done! I added an elastic into the hem in order to create a floofier effect.

Stayed home all day today. Tomorrow I'll go to campus, finish calculating grades, hand it off to the professor, bring home my rose plant so that it doesn't wither in my office while I'm gone.

Introduction

May. 10th, 2012 06:51 am
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Hi! I’m a Malaysian living in London. Sometimes I write stories!

You can find out more about me at About, or read, download and purchase my stories via Stories. Feel free to comment or otherwise contact me if you’ve got any questions.

Mirrored from Zen Cho.

the clothes talks i never have

Dec. 16th, 2014 03:03 pm
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[personal profile] littlebutfierce asked about my style philosophy!

... honestly, I'm not sure how to talk about my style? ^^; )

I'm not sure how well I answered this question, h-hahaha. If there's anything else you want to know, feel free to ask!

The Exiles by Iain Crichton Smith

Dec. 16th, 2014 04:48 pm
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I forgot to do a wee intro yesterday, but belatedly, 'hello', all my poems will be by Scot's poets, possibly all in Gaelic but maybe a wee one in English if I feel like some Edwin Morgan later in the week...unless otherwise noted, all English translations of Gaelic poems are by the poets themselves.

The Exiles
                                                                         Na h-Eilthirich

 

The many ships that left our country                       A liuthad soitheach a dh’fhàg ar duthaich

With white wings for Canada                                     le sgiathan geala a’ toirt Chanada orra.

They are like handkerchiefs in our memories       Tha iad mar neapaigearan ’nar cuimhne

And the brine like tears                                                 ’s an sàl mar dheòirean

And in their masts sailors singing                              ’s anns na croinn aca seòladairean a’ seinn

Like birds on branches                                                  mar eòin air gheugan.

That sea of May, running in such blue,                     Muir a’ Mhaigh ud, gu gorm a’ ruith,

A moon at night, a sun at daytime,                            gealach air an oidhche, grian air an latha,

And the moon like a yellow fruit,                              ach a’ ghealach mar mheas buidhe,

Like a plate on a wall,                                                   mar thruinnsear air balla,

To which they raise their hands,                               ris an tog iad an làmhan,

Like a silver magnet                                                      no mar mhagnet airgeadach

With piercing ray                                                           le gathan goitre

Streaming into the heart                                             a’ sruthadh do’n chridhe.

 

Iain Crichton Smith                                                      Iain Mac a’Ghobhainn

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Deadline #2 has now been made! I have 2 weeks to prep for the next huge item on the list, but since my brain is apparently Done with productivity for today, I figured I'd get back to my December prompts.

[personal profile] jhameia asked me about my favorite places in NYC. The problem with this question is, of course: favorite places to do what??? *g*

My favorite bookstore in Manhattan was the now-closed Barnes & Noble that used to be in Lincoln Center; I have fond childhood memories of binge-reading in the sunshine by the huge glass windows. Nowadays it's a toss-up between the one in Union Square, or the Strand, or Book-Off if I'm in the mood to go hunting for manga.

Park-wise, Central Park is so big that you can always find a crowded/isolated enough spot to suit your mood, not to mention all the free concerts and dance events that happen there in the summertime! Riverside has an amazing view of the Hudson and the benefit of EPIC LENGTH, which makes it a fun place if you like biking or running or super long walks. The Highline is also near the river but is more architecturally interesting, and its proximity to Chelsea Market makes it one of my favorite half-day outing recs. Fort Tryon has gardens and the Cloisters and the Renaissance festival in the fall. Thanks to outdoor dance socials, I have also fallen in love with Pier 45 and developed a bitter grudge against the new restaurant in the Union Square pavilion (WHYYYYYY ;___; GET OUT OF MY FAVORITE OUTDOOR DANCE SPACE! THAT PAVILION MEANS WE CAN ZOUK ON EVEN WHEN IT RAINS DAMMIT).

If we're talking about food, things get even more confusing. I have a favorite neighborhood tapas place in Washington Heights. I've only ever gone to Joe's Shanghai for xiao long bao in Chinatown. I love Thai Market for its lychee creme brulee and favor Doughnut Plant and Beard Papa's for occasional indulgences of the non-home-baked goods variety. Chicken & Rice at 53rd & 6th is the halal cart everybody knows, but everybody knows it for a reason, and I've had many an awesome brunch at Popover Cafe. Then there's, well, everything else... xD

I could keep going, but if you want to ask me about more specific favorite places, feel free!

Prison by Donald MacAulay

Dec. 15th, 2014 10:38 pm
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Prison  
                                                                       Priosan

 

I saw a smooth                                                        Chunnaic mi eun sèimh

Gentle bird flying                                                    sèimh an diugh air iteig

 

I saw it white                                                           Chunnaic mi geal e

Out of the window of my room                                a mach air uinneag mo sheòmair

 

I saw it free                                                              Chunnaic mi e saor

Flying in and out of my sight                                    a’ tighinn’s a’ falbh troimh m’ fhaicsinn

 

And its motion was flawless                                     ’s bha a shiubheil foirf’

Sailing on balanced wingtips                                    air mheidh bil sgèith a’ seoladh     

 

The image stayed in my mirror                                 lean an dealbh air mo sgàthan

The heart encircling it minutely                                 an cridhe dol mu’n cuairt gu mion air

 

The greedy mind                                                       an inntinn ghionach

Stalking it in order to understand it                            a’ sealg air gus a thuigsinn

 

As I strove to get a window                                       ’s mi a’ strì ri uinneag

Open                                                                         fhosgladh

Strove to make contact with my element                  a’ strì ri ruighinn air mo sheolaid.

 

Donald MacAulay                                                      Domhnall MacAmhlaigh

Exodus: Gods and Kings (2014)

Dec. 15th, 2014 10:42 am
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Disclaimer: I am an atheist from a long line of atheists who spent 11 years of her life studying the bible in a completely secular setting, as a meaningful literary/historical text. So, on the one hand I have a relatively thorough knowledge of the bible (by this I mean of course the Hebrew Bible) and on the other almost no framework to see it as a religious text. Please consider this before deciding whether you want to read my thoughts on an adaptation of a biblical story.

spoilers? )

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Dec. 15th, 2014 12:05 am
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- Finished grading the exams today! All of them. They were painful. I haven't counted the grades yet but not sure if I should since there were a couple of questions which I'm not sure about. I might calculate them all anyway then hand it off to the prof for her to double-check if she wants.

- Starting my blouse today. Wow these are some big sleeves. I'll have to learn how to gather this time, oh dear. I've never made a blouse before so this should be interesting.

- Checked my worm bin today. Turns out just dumping a crapload of frozen stuff into the bin is not great--it went anaerobic and smelled really weird. I can't tell what the hell caused the smell... most of it seemed to come from the eggshells. There's some other stuff which I'm sure contributed to it, but I have no idea what. I removed pretty much everything that smelled remotely strange, and found a few dead worms as well, which makes me sad. Also one which I think would have developed protein poisoning (they get this weird "string of pearls" effect... because their bodies can't process the protein) and moved it to a safer side of the bin.

I'm not sure how much of it is just stuff that shouldn't have been in the bin in the first place, and how much of it is that there is kind of a profusion of stuff for it to breathe properly. I'll go poking around in a couple more days to find out.

Lines and Squares by A. A. Milne

Dec. 14th, 2014 07:26 pm
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Whenever I walk in a London street,
I'm ever so careful to watch my feet;
And I keep in the squares,
And the masses of bears,
Who wait at the corners all ready to eat
The sillies who tread on the lines of the street
Go back to their lairs,
And I say to them, "Bears,
Just look how I'm walking in all the squares!"

And the little bears growl to each other, "He's mine,
As soon as he's silly and steps on a line."
And some of the bigger bears try to pretend
That they came round the corner to look for a friend;
And they try to pretend that nobody cares
Whether you walk on the lines or squares.
But only the sillies believe their talk;
It's ever so portant how you walk.
And it's ever so jolly to call out, "Bears,
Just watch me walking in all the squares!"

- from When We Were Very Young, 1924

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