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Hugh Likes Podcasts-The Drabblecast

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Staff:  Norm Sherman (Editor in Chief) Nicky Drayden (Managing Editor) Nathan Lee (Submissions Editor) Matthey Bey (Editor at Large) Bo Kaier (Art Director) Tom Baker (Archivist)

The Drabblecast is one of the first fiction podcasts I listened to, and it is still my favorite.  Hosted by musician and madman Norm Sherman, The Drabblecast is strange fiction, by strange authors, for strange listeners, such as yourself.  They present ‘weird’ stories:  horror, science-fiction, and fantasy that you wouldn’t hear anywhere else.  While genre fiction is a staple of fiction podcasts, The Drabblecast is instantly recognizable and distinct.  This is the place to go to hear stories about reformed zombies and Lovecraftian mythos tales related through passive-aggressive post-it notes.  These stories are never what you expect, and they’re always executed with a high degree of artistry and technical skill.
The Drabblecast is named after the drabble, a kind of flash fiction that is exactly one hundred words long.  Norm usually opens the show with one sent in by a listener.  Drabbles are tricky because a hundred words is just about too long for a joke and too short for a short story.  Writing a good one is a balancing act, and so is writing the sort of odd stories that are The Drabblecast’s style.
The show is also notable for its high production values.  They produce a variety of narratives, from solo reads to full-cast productions, but Norm and his crew’s distinctive voice and excellent ear for music elevates the work.  His skewed sense of humor is icing on the cake.
If you’re looking for a fiction podcast that is a step away from the ordinary, The Drabblecast has a huge archive of stories for your listening pleasure.  They recently began a curated best-of feed as well.  Check them out at drabblecast.org.

Hugh Likes Comics: Dragon Ball

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Hugh Likes Comics:  Dragon Ball
Written and Drawn by Akira Toriyama
Published by Viz/Shonen Jump

Although it is a big part of my own path through comics, I haven’t talked about manga in this space.  Manga, broadly speaking, refers to Japanese comics, or occasionally comics drawn in a Japanese style.  These comics have a visual language all their own, enjoy vast popularity the world over, and one of the best loved of these is “Dragon Ball.”
Spanning over forty volumes, spawning four long-running animated TV shows, a vast collection of movies, and enough merchandize to sink a container ship, Akira Toriyama’s “Dragon Ball” is a full-fledged cultural phenomenon.  Originally a goofy, cartoonish Sci-Fi retelling of the Monkey King legend, this is the story of Son Goku, an incredibly strong, perfectly innocent child as he travels with teenage prodigy Bulma to gather the Dragon Balls, seven mystical stones which, when brought together, will grant any one wish.  Along the way, he becomes the greatest martial artist in the universe, and saves the world a few times, to boot.
With its beyond epic length, the thing I find really interesting about Dragon Ball is that it so completely documents the evolution of Toriyama as an artist.  His style is very round and iconic, and at the beginning of the comic, much more rooted in sophomoric humor.  It certainly isn’t what you’d expect from the martial-arts action story it becomes.  While Toriyama never completely lets go of his comedic side, the series becomes more and more of an action comic as the tale unfolds, until we reach halfway through and it becomes “Dragon Ball Z.”
With its focus on space adventure and over the top martial arts, DBZ is what got translated first.  It appeared in incomplete forms on American and Canadian TV in the 90’s.  And I fell in love with it.  But now I think I prefer the original stories about Goku’s childhood.  The adventures are more fun, more playful, and less reliant on gimmicks and ‘power levels’ to keep the tension high.  “Dragon Ball,” by contrast, remains delightful and ridiculous throughout, including a cameo crossover with his earlier work “Dr. Slump,” in which just about every character tries to squeeze into a panel for a fourth-wall breaking cameo.
“Dragon Ball” comic is particularly a comic of its time and place, but like its protagonist, it mixes goofball humor, iconic visual style, and thrilling action in perfect amounts with a perfect garnish of child-like whimsy.  Go pick up a copy, and be a kid again for a few hours.

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Dragon Ball on Comixology.com

 

Gamora Vs. Gwen Stacy

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The other day I rewatched “Guardians of the Galaxy,” and finally feel comfortable discussing it, even if at this point I’m shouting ‘and another thing’ into the void two weeks after everyone else is on to something else.  While I shall do my best to avoid spoilage, there will be some minor spoilers for Guardians, and some major spoilers from earlier summer blockbusters, particularly “The Amazing Spider-Man 2.”
Let me start off by saying I really liked “Guardians.”  It’s a well-paced, solidly acted space opera with plenty of witty dialog and gorgeous design work.  Let me also say that my opinions are my own, and that if yours differs, that’s totally cool.  The things that cause offense are deeply personal and based on life experience, and the things I find troublesome are different than yours.  We all have our own buttons.
That being stated, I’m gong to dive right in and examine the state of women in Guardians of the Galaxy.  And to that end I took another look at the film with a particular eye towards how the film treated the three female characters with the largest presence:  Gamora, Nebula, and Nova Prime.  Aside from these three, the Galaxy is still mostly populated by dudes.  Nearly all of the Nova Corps dudes.  Likewise the Ravagers are mostly dudes.  The scene with the Collector and his ‘attendant’ is super gross.  The language in this movie is a little sketchy.  But it isn’t overtly gendered or sexualized.
Gamora and Nebula are straight up bad-asses.  And no one ever calls on them to be more feminine or pats them on the back.  There’s never a sense that they need to prove it.  There is never a scene where they are portrayed as emotional or irrational, or trying to keep up with the menfolk.  In fact, it is quite the opposite, as the irrationally emotional scenes end up getting chewed by Drax and Rocket, respectively.
And while the gravity of the plot seems to pull Gamora towards Quill as a romantic partner, and he does put his goofy, space-pirate bro moves on her, It is telling that they are friends, rather than lovers, at the end of the movie.  It is visually implied that they could form a romantic relationship, but they don’t end up kissing, or banging.  There is no high-five from the director of the hero getting his ‘reward’ from the princess.  Much could be made from the scene at the beginning, where Peter Quill’s one night stand is still aboard his ship because he ‘forgot she was there.’  But that is his starting point, and Gamora’s starting point is being the bagman for Ronan, and looking for the way out.  They end with both of them nodding their heads to 70’s pop music.  As a sequel to their scene on Knowhere, it signals that both of them have grown, at least a little.
The other major scene for Gamora is the assault of The Dark Aster.  As their inside man, it is Gamora who plans the assault, Gamora who fights with her cyborg sister Nebula, and Gamora who shuts down the device preventing the rest of the heroes from saving the day.  She’s Obi-Wan Kenobi, not Princess Leia.
But the best context for Gamora as a Female Lead in an action movie is to look at the background radiation of the blockbusters around it.  And here, Gamora is leaps and bounds ahead of her colleagues.  In “Captain America:  The Winter Soldier,” Black Widow is a full on bad-ass spy, but she spends most of the film following in Cap’s heels, trying to set him up on dates and listening to him lecture her about how untrustworthy she is.
In “Amazing Spider-Man 2” Gwen Stacy is a brilliant science student with a bright future and a prestigious opportunity to study overseas.  This is exactly the kind of role model young women should be getting, but the movie focuses solely on how bad this is for Peter, her on again/off again boyfriend who is obsessed with protecting her from harm.  And then (spoiler alert,) she dies at the end of the film so that Spider-Man can have his contractually obligated ‘sobbing in a graveyard’ scene that is in every one of those films.
In “Godzilla” the main character’s wife, both of whom are so bland that I’ve forgotten their names, tells her husband to come home, because she doesn’t know what to do without him.  The frail, beautiful woman shatters under pressure without her man to protect her.  In spite of the fact that she’s a doctor in a city emergency room, married to a bomb disposal tech who literally just got back from a year of duty the day before, raising a five year old.  Somehow, that character should have known how to deal with stress.
And let’s not forget “X-Men:  Days of Future Past,” where the terrible, emotional decisions of woman result in the downfall of civilization and require Hugh Jackman to travel back in time to fix.  While Jennifer Lawrence gives a great performance, there is a lot of troubling things going on with Mystique in the X-Men movies.  She is caught in the middle of the dualistic struggle between Magneto and Xavier, and any notion that she could, or should, have ideas of her own are disregarded.  And of course, because of her shape-shifting powers, she is portrayed nude with blue body paint.  This might seem as just a tiny bit of fan service, but consider the example of the old Disney cartoons.  Pluto and Goofy are both dogs, but the difference between the ‘human’ characters and the dog is that Goofy wears clothes and Pluto wears a collar.  Mystique is naked for the whole movie.
Marvel hasn’t done everything right with Guardians.  Gamora hasn’t necessarily received her due in the marketing, and there have been issues with Director James Gunn downplaying the involvement of original screenwriter Nicole Pearlman.  But Gamora, while not being a final step towards gender equality in action movies, is a hell of a sep in the right direction.  She isn’t a woman in a refrigerator.  She’s Bill “The Refrigerator” Perry.  And that’s pretty heroic in a place as fearful of change as Hollywood.

You can see the blow coming, but you can’t brace for it

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So it’s been a bit of a rough week here at headquarters.

On Friday, my grandmother, Ann Kontos, passed away suddenly at the age of 90.  She died suddenly, without pain, surrounded by family.  You can read her obituary here.  In 2012, she took a very bad fall on her driveway and we thought we would lose her then.  But she pulled through, bounced back, and every day from then on was a gift from her.  I hope I appreciated them enough.  Nothing mattered more to my grandmother than family, particularly her grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and nieces and nephews, of which there is a mighty profusion.  This weekend, I’ve met a whole busload of relations that I’ve only heard of in her stories, and seen through pictures on her refrigerator.  It has been a sorrowful experience letting Grandma go, but it has left me much to think on the nature of family, and love, which filled her long and remarkable life.

Which brings me to Sunday night, when messages began spreading around the podcasting community, very much a second family to me.  If you have not heard elsewhere, PG Holyfield, the author of Murder at Avedon Hill and proprietor of Specficmedia.com is in the last stage of a sudden and brief fight with terminal cancer.  His friends Chooch and Viv have set up a Go Fund Me drive to help his family defray costs and support his two young daughters.  You can find it at gofundme.com/pgfund.  PG is a pillar of the podcast fiction community, and an amazingly nice guy.  He has been instrumental, more than he could possibly know, in my creative work, and probably the work of many others as well.  Go give anything you can.  I got to see PG very briefly at Balticon in May.  I feel blessed that I got to see him again, even if it was just a brief exchange in a hotel hallway.  The unfairness of it all just staggers me.

But like my grandmother, PG surrounded himself with astounding people.  In his case, not flesh-and-blood relations, but friends and artists and fellow geeks.  This morning at the funeral, my brother said this in his eulogy.  “She was a woman who took her gifts, and multiplied them.”  This would be just as apt a description for PG.  He took his love and he shared it with the world.  They were both beacons.  The world was a brighter place for their being in it.  It is going to be that much darker without them.

But the best we can do is follow their example.  Please, give generously to the fund.  And gather your family, both biological and non, tell them you love them.  They know, but tell them anyway.  And share with them.  Share stories, share jokes, share joy.  Their light is going out of the world, and we need to keep it shining.

Drabble: Erato

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Erato, the muse of lyric poetry, looked down from on high and furrowed her brow. Something was not right. She plucked at her kithara in agitation. She was dissatisfied. No, more than that, she was BORED. Pentameter was past its prime. Haiku were humdrum. Villanelles were so vaudeville. Limericks were completely lame. It was time for something new, something different. But what? With supernatural sight she peered from her perch on Mount Helicon and searched. Somewhere out there was the next big thing. It had to be challenging, and it had to be short. Drabbles? Now there was an idea.

Review: Henry V (Shakespeare In Delaware Park)

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The 39th season of Shakespeare in Delaware Park has begun, and this year’s first play is a history, “Henry V.” The play is very well staged and performed, with Patrick Moltane as Henry. The set design is based on original productions with minimal props and a three-level stage painted in abstract branching patterns of brown, black, and gold. The costumes evoke dress of the period, with Henry and his lords in Plantagenet tunics, and Katherine’s maid wearing an impressive wimple. The exception is The Chorus, played by veteran Tim Newell. He’s dressed in a cyberpunky outfit capped with sunglasses and a black trench coat.

While not his most problematic play, “Henry V” is perhaps one of Shakespeare’s bro-iest. It is the culmination of the English histories begun in Richard II and leading up to Henry’s ultimate triumph at the Battle of Agincourt. It was probably one of the first plays performed at The Globe in 1599, and it is sort of an Elizabethan blockbuster.

It is a direct sequel to Henry IV parts I and II. No longer the carousing and conflicted Prince Hal, Henry V has turned his back on his misspent youth, and his old friend Sir John Falstaff. But with trouble at home and a rebellious Scotland to the north, Henry decides a nice, distracting foreign war is just the thing, and so he picks a fight with France.

While Henry has some great speeches, and Moltane’s performance of the St. Crispin’s Day speech is especially effective, there isn’t a great deal of complexity or weight to Henry V. It feels almost like Shakespeare’s riff on a 40’s comic book. Henry and his forces are the fiercely patriotic English, off to fight the decadent, cowardly, and generally just all-around bad French. The French aren’t up to anything in particular, they’re just holding some lands Henry feels belong to him, and are generally jerks about it.

In spite of being greatly outnumbered, Henry cuts a swath through France. At Agincourt, where the English forces are outnumbered “five to one,” He wins a decisive victory, and the play claims that he loses less than thirty men. He attributes the victory not to himself or his men, but to God. The end is a bit disappointing in that they stage the battle with the English forces lined up facing the audience, and there is no direct fight between Hal and the Dauphin, whom he’s traded insults with via messenger the whole play. I suppose this is a more realistic depiction of Fourteenth Century warfare, but it left me wanting just a bit.

Even though this is not one of Shakespeare’s more famous comedies or tragedies, I recommend taking in “Henry V” this month. Performances run Tuesdays through Sundays until July 13th, 7:30PM at Shakespeare Hill in Delaware Park. I’m also looking forward to this season’s second show, a Steampunk production of The Comedy of Errors that begins July 24th. The show is free, but donations are appreciated. Find out more at shakespeareindelawarepark.org.

 

Drabble: Buried Alive

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The hero opened his eyes to the sound of dirt hitting the lid of the coffin. He was in total darkness, buried alive. He’d have to act quickly.

Above ground, a group of men watched the unmarked grave.

“It’s been four minutes. Maybe this time?” said a man with a shovel.

“Not today, you fiend!” the hero shouted and burst through the loose soil. Someone shouted, “Time!” An assistant fired a tranquilizer gun into the man’s chest. He flopped over. “Okay, let’s get him set up for the next run.”

“Man,” a trainer said. “The Olympics sure have gotten weird.”

Author’s Note:  This drabble was originally published to the Drabblecast forums.  It appeared in audio on The Dribblecast, read by Rish Outfield.  You can listen to his version HERE.

Happy Marvel Day!

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In literary circles, June 16th is “Bloomsday,” this single day on which James Joyce’s beloved classic Ulysses takes place. Folks take the day to either honor or malign the author and his works. As a thinking person of Irish descent, I’ve made several attempts to conquer the novel, but never completed it.

This year, I’m going to neither praise nor condemn the man. Instead, I’m going to celebrate another significant numeral of 6/16.

In the Marvel comics universe, or rather multiverse, 616 is the number associated with the version of Earth where the stories take place. There are other Earths, where these characters don’t exist, or live radically different lives. Occasionally, readers get a glimpse of these ‘alternate’ realities, but for the most part, our heroes are the ones from Earth-616. So this year on 6/16, rather than celebrate a work I have a complicated history with, or an author who has his own complex history of achievements and failures, I’m going to watch “The Avengers” and enjoy some literary works that may not be as highbrow as Joyce, but still were a force for good in the world.

Captain America was a symbol of hope and encouragement in the darkest days of World War II. Even up until the present, he has served as a reminder of the greatest ideals of my country: Freedom, Equality, Tenacity and Acceptance. The X-Men are icons of the struggle civil rights in every community. Iron Man is a symbol of what we can achieve if we dream big enough and work hard enough, and also of the fact that no matter how high we fly, we can’t outrace our demons. And of course, Spider-Man is an example of the responsibility to use power for the benefit of others.

These characters might not breathe the same rarefied air as literary icon Leopold Bloom, but I learned more from their stories than I ever did from Joyce’s high-barred, punctuation-less tome. But I won’t admonish any literary fans from enjoying today as they see fit. But as for me? Pour me a glass beer, put “The Avengers” in the DVD player, and hand me my “Astonishing X-Men” collection, and make mine Marvel.

How are you celebrating today?

 

Introducing…ME!

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It’s about time I introduced myself.

At Balticon last month, I was on a Social Media Promotion panel with the brilliant and talented J. R. Blackwell. Her advice was for authors to introduce themselves once in a while, and while I do have my ‘about’ page, I figured it is about time that I gave it another shot.

Hi, I’m Hugh.

I’m a writer. Mostly the things I write are fantasy or science fiction stories, but sometimes I do other things. I’ve had stories published in Over My Dead Body! The Method to the Madness Anthology, Bards and Sages Quarterly, Every Photo Tells, Air Out My Shorts, and a few other places.

I’ve also published a few short stories electronically.

I’m working on a slightly off-kilter sword and sorcery stories called “The Freelance Hunters.” I have written a handful of novels but I haven’t published any of them because I’m very bad at long form editing.

When I started writing, my goal was to become a SFWA member. I’m not sure what my writing goals are now beyond finishing the next project.

I’m a podcaster. I host and edit The Way of the Buffalo podcast. We read short fiction and interview writers, artists, and podcasters. I meant it to be a showcase for the amazing creative people working in electronic media. I hope that shines through.

I’m in the middle of producing the podcast audio book of The Dark Wife by Sarah Diemer. The project is read by Veronica Giguerre. I’ve taken several hiatuses on this project to learn what the hell I’m doing. Creating an audiobook is very different than making an unrelated short fiction podcast. It’s coming back this summer, but I’m not releasing it until I’m done.

I’m gay, and two years ago I was able to legally marry my husband. Neither of us really planned for a marriage, but having that right recognized makes me feel indebted to the world. I’m trying to stand up for my community more. I’m not always sure I succeed.

I’m 32 years old. This makes me older than my parents age when I was born, and I still don’t feel like an adult yet.

But enough about me. Tell me a little about yourself!

 

Drabble: The Goodbye Party

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Here’s one of the two drabbles I wrote at this year’s Dueling Drabbles panel at Balticon.  This story’s prompts were:  Antarctica, A Colonel, and A Palm Tree.  Enjoy!

 

The Colonel stared at the banner and frowned.  ‘Bon Voyage’ was scrawled across it in cheerful rainbow letters.  He wasn’t sure, but he suspected the font was comic sans.

“You don’t like it,” his sister said.  She had promised she wasn’t throwing him a surprise party.

“it’s not that,” he said, even though it was.  “But you do remember where they are sending me, right?”

“Oh,” she said.  “I had thought you said Antigua.”  She had decided to make it a beach party.  Plastic palm trees, beach balls, the works.  He tried to relax.  Tomorrow, he was flying to Antarctica.

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