If you are an illustrator, or someone who loves art cards, there’s something wonderful going on at the Ripple blog. It’s a place where illustrators are posting art cards they will sell to people, and donate every penny of the sale toward rescuing animals hurt by the Gulf oil spill.
The initial post on this newly-created blog explains the project: Be the Change You Want to See in the World.
The to main organizations that will receive donations are the International Bird Rescue Research Center and The Institute for Marine Mammal Studies.
Illustrators are starting to send art cards in from Australia to New York to Ontario to the Netherlands, and they’re all beautiful and poignant. Each one costs ten dollars USD, and all the money will be donated. Go have a look, and do what you can.
This has me so horrified I can’t even write about it. Read here:
Welcome to the library. Say goodbye to the books.
I may be able to comment more coherently in a bit. Or not.
Edited: Some of the people at Library Thing have a few choice things to say. If you’re a member, be sure to add your voice there.
Jeremy at the PhiloBiblos blog also weighs in.
Alas and alack, another author has departed this world: E. Lynn Harris died on Thursday evening, while on a book promotional tour in Beverly Hills, California.
And, insular person that I am, he was someone I don’t remember ever hearing of until I read that he’d died, and started reading about the reactions all around the world. It’s especially appalling that his name rang no bells, since I have a huge number of gay friends who have introduced me to many books over the years. They must have mentioned him. How did I miss this prolific and popular writer?
The CBC News website described him as someone who used humour and multiple plot lines to bring his readers insight into the lives of black gay men who were “on the down low,” or in the closet. But just having read some of the reactions in the various news sites over the last couple of days, I can see that he had an appeal that went far beyond either black or gay communities.
I’m especially interested – now, alas, after he’s gone – in finding I Say A Little Prayer, since that deals with his struggles with faith, and how the church treats gay people. That’s always a huge topic for me, as an ex-fundamentalist. But it sounds like I should simply pick up and read all his books, and not pick and choose.
Clearly this is a great loss, not just to the literary world, but to the world in general. It sounds like Mr. Harris was doing a vast amount of good in the world, and turning his own struggles into something that could help others. I’m sorry I missed him, until it was too late.
I know it’s probably not such a big deal…and yet I feel a little sad when I read something like this article in the New York Times — “Kindle Joins a Literary Ritual: Authors Can Autograph It.”
Some people — a few, still, but I bet there’ll be more — are going to book-signings and, since they have no actual book, are getting authors to sign their Kindle instead.
Doesn’t that make you sad?
I kind of agree with David Sedaris who, as he signed the back of one Kindle, wrote, “This bespells doom.” (The article suggests he wrote this in “mock horror,” but I wonder…)
I suddenly realize why, even though I enjoyed the various incarnations of Star Trek, I never really wanted to live in their world even though I would definitely love space travel and exploring new worlds and so on. But those people had no things. They kind of floated around — rattled around? — in their very empty rooms, with everything on computer and nothing in their hands.
So sure, get authors to sign your Kindle — until there’s no space on it or it’s entirely black with ink and you have no author signatures visible at all. Or get them to sign one of those horrible little screens like the FedEx or UPS people make you sign, and store the signatures in the Kindle too.
And then your memory crashes and you lose everything.
I can’t stand the thought of losing the physical paper books. I’m afraid I’m never going to want to live somewhere like the crew quarters on the Enterprise. I’m always going to need a space that has stuff like this instead: