The Spice Must Flow (image from Board Game Geeks)
- IBM’s Watson Memorized the Entire ‘Urban Dictionary,’ Then His Overlords Had to Delete It I especially like the part where it answered “Bullshit” to a researcher’s question. Tell it like it is, Watson! Don’t let the man keep you down!
- Big-Tittied Chainmail Lady (NSFW) This would be the cover of the new issue of the SFWA Bulletin. Which also apparently features an article about lady writers that, in addition for evaluating them based on their skills as writers also evaluates them on their hotness.
- Thank You for Being a Friend and Ego, Thy Name is Librarianship Two fantastic pieces about librarianship and how the people who are more traditional librarians–and who are overwhelmingly female–don’t get the support and appreciation that newer–and more often male–librarians do.
- Too Many Rules, Too Little Romance Really interesting opinion piece on the role of formula in romance.
- Submission and Consent in Erotic Romance Wonderful takedown of a supposedly feminist DS-themed erotic romance which is anything but.
- Carrie Fisher Makes Peace with Princess Leia
- The Escape Artist Interesting write-up of a new Georgette Heyer biography.
- How a ‘Madwoman’ Upended a Literary Boys’ Club
- A Calm Place to Think: On Reading the Classics Thought-provoking essay on active reading versus passive consumption.
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What if we responded to sexual assault by limiting men’s freedom like we do women’s? Poor dears, they can’t help it.
- 10 Literary Board Games for Book Nerds I think I need the Dune game. Need it like Muad’Dib needs spice.
- Words That I Need for My Dissertation That Don’t Exist I will love this link forever because it mentions the completely weird relationship between Dorothy Wordsworth and her brother. I still remember my reaction to The Grasmere Journals and how 1) I was astonished by how much work she did (no wonder she spent years in bed) and 2) her creepy obsession with her darling William; there is one particularly odd passage where she saves a half-eaten apple after William goes off on a walking tour.
- Emily Dickinson’s Scraps of Paper If these were anyone’s scraps of paper but Emily Dickinson’s, would anyone care? I mean, I scribble all sorts of stuff down on buts of paper as do lots of other people I know.
