The Weakerthans, “Exiles Among You”
This is Lucy. She is the Gateway chapter of Team in Training’s honored hero for 2016. Less than a month ago she had a bone marrow transplant after a very rough year of two experimental t-cell treatments for her leukemia. Today she’s kicking ass, starting cycling training before her TNT teammates. My friends (including Lucy’s aunt) are training to ride a century around Lake Tahoe and raise $100,000 to get a research portfolio in Lucy’s name.
Last week you put down $2 for Powerball. How about $5 this week for PowerLucy?
RAIN
Just signed up to ride across Indiana from Illinois to Ohio, 165 miles. In one day. I should starr eating now.
Look, if you don’t want me to have Captain Marvel take over Asgard, then don’t package Odin’s head with her. So much more fun than actually working at my desk.
In the “living a dream I never knew I had” department, my friend Mike Pongracz, who is a voice over artist (and voice of Air Hogs), did the VO for this Star Wars toy commercial. That lucky Canadian son of a bitch.
Tiny Voices ranks as one of, if not my absolute, favorite albums (go buy the physical disc, as it is music that seems to year to take physical form). According to AllMusic, the sessions for this album started thirteen years ago today and lasted for a mere five days. When you look at the roster of musicians on the album, it’s not hard to imagine. You have Joe Henry’s songs as a core, with his vision as producer, leading a group of performers who would likely be able to perform a symphony with only a matchbook and rubber bands. But when you *feel* the album’s lushness, when you close your eyes and just listen to how much is going on, it’s hard to imagine this didn’t take a decade to assemble. It’s no more a reflection of 2003, when it was released, than it is of a jazz bar in 1956 or an indie rock festival from last month. Its sound exists entirely outside of time or place. It is every genre and no genre simultaneously. Each song is like walking down a street with exotic sounds drifting in and out of your hearing from the open doorways of dark, unseen music halls while your step keeps time. Sometimes atonal, not quite in rhythm with what you thought you were hearing. It’s the spirits of American music sitting down and jamming to a mysterious beat, surging, throbbing and receding like a frantic crowd. It is, in fact, a crowd. The vocal tells you the story while the saxophone whispers the truth and the piano tells you a different tale. The drums insist it’s all lies while the horns try to pull you away, until they all come together in a thunderous, deep, soul shaking chord. It may have taken five days to record, but I’ve spent more than a decade trying to unravel Tiny Voices’ mysteries. I hope I never succeed.
Hanging with Danny Boone in Historic St. Charles during a bike ride. He’s so vain. #LouisianaPurchaseProblems #nofilter
Can’t tell if this was a warning, an invitation, or a dare from my wife. No matter what, I missed a great opportunity to do something visually weird.
Annual Halloween bike ride. This year I rode 50 miles in the rain as Dorothy. My friends driving SAG obviously enjoyed it. Thanks to my wife and daughter for helping make it cycling friendly
It’s been a hell of a great year on the bike. I’ve helped my friend Mary climb a mountain and complete a century (100 miles). I’ve become a coach for Team in Training and helped train 16 people for 16 weeks to finish a century. My kickass wife was one of those people who completed her first century. As a lifelong flat-lander I’ve put in more than 100,000 vertical feet of climbing in over 3600 miles. I’ve been part of teams that raised over $130,000 for blood cancer research and I’ve ridden in memory of three kids.I’ll top 4,000 miles for the year and probably 120,000 feet. I hope. I don’t want to stop. Not bad for not being so fucking young anymore.
Neil dressed startorially for the NYC premier of the Martian, too! Thanks to Michele Banks & Prof. Karin Sandstrom for alerting us to the post on GoFugYourself.
The fabric on Neil’s vest sure looks familiar… Check it out as Rachael’s dress and Keri’s dress, or buy it yourself!
And, might those be stars on his lapels?
Either that or Neil was chowing one some glitter donuts before strutting down the red carpet… I’m not sure which explanation amuses me more!
ETA: The vest is by Curious Cat Clothing (thanks to slythgeek for the tip!). There are no vests listed in their shop, but lots of other cool custom clothing!
–Emily
P.S. The Fug Girls helped get me through grad school, figuratively at least - they didn’t, like, help me with quantum mechanics problem sets. Or did they?!?!?
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Hey! Curious Cat Clothing is my friend Karen. So fantastic that NDT wore the vest she made for him to the premiere.
Kurt Vonnegut, God Bless You Mr. Rosewater
Thank you again Tumblr comics fans. You helped my team do something truly great for not just one family, but potentially thousands of families in the future. My daughter will help me select the winners of the comics and emails will go out by Friday. Everyone who donated publicly will be getting a gift in the mail later this month as well. Thank you again, kellysue, mattfractionblog and Cory Doctorow.
We just returned from America’s Most Beautiful Bike Ride. 100 miles around Lake Tahoe, through the Sierra Nevada Mountains, up switchbacks at Emerald Bay and a grueling seven-mile climb starting at mile 80 to Spooner Summit, which is 1000 vertical feet of climbing. Once you catch your breath at the top, you still have 13 miles to go. I rode with a stuffed Chewbaca wearing Mickey ears on my bike in memory of my friend’s son Sam, who died ten years ago. I wore a tiara on my helmet and had painted my nails with the official Princess Margo Pink in honor of our Princess Warrior. Little did I know that Tumblr’s own kateordie was one of the inspirations behind Margo’s Princess Warrior moniker.
Below the fold you can find out more about what we did and how the ride went.
Rocking Princess Margo Pink with a TNT purple racing stripe for tomorrow's century. We've raised over $106,000 for the LLS. All that's left is to ride.
It is now time to say thank you to everyone who liked, shared and donated to my LLS fundraising. We have officially reached our goal with 30 days to go.
You helped fund a research grant in Margo Miller’s memory. You didn’t just say “childhood cancer sucks.” You funded specific research that can lead to new treatments, and one day a cure, for acute lymphoblastic leukemia. You let this princess warrior become the superhero she knew she was.
Thank you all for being so generous. I’ll be drawing names for the comics next week after I do the 100 mile ride with my teammates. Each person who donated will be getting a small token of appreciation in the mail later this month.
A special thanks to kellysue, mattfractionblog, kitcox, and Cory Doctorow for their generosity of time, ink and general coolness. Some simple signatures and generously spent time have helped accomplish something enormous. The lesson I’ll take away from this is never doubt the impact of even the smallest act of kindness.
As for me, I’m far from done. I return from this Team in Training event on June 8th and on June 16th I start as a coach for the next Gateway cycling team. From then until October 5th I will be working with a new group of cyclists--some who are first timers--to raise money and get ready to ride 100 miles through our Missouri Ozarks. My teammates will be cancer patients, survivors, and loved ones riding in honor, or in memory, of people with various blood cancers.
For me, this isn’t just about Margo. It’s about my friends’ daughter Kailie, who died of acute lymphoblastic leukemia eleven years ago. It’s about my friend’s son Sam, who died of acute lymphoblastic leukemia, ten years ago. It’s about my teammate last year, Dr. Keith, whose LLS-funded research developed the drug that allowed my friend and teammate Cory to be a lymphoma survivor. Most importantly, it’s about one of Dr. Keith’s patients...my brother. My brother is the reason I joined TNT. He’s one year out from having stem cell transplant for multiple myeloma.
Thank you again, Tumblr. You proved that together we can all be heroes.
Olive Oatman
The Girl with the Blue Tattoo
In 1851 Olive Oatman was a thirteen-year old pioneer traveling west toward Zion, with her Mormon family. Within a decade, she was a white Indian with a chin tattoo, caught between cultures. Orphaned when her family was brutally killed by Yavapais Indians, Oatman lived as a slave to her captors for a year before being traded to the Mohave, who tattooed her face and raised her as their own. She was fully assimilated and perfectly happy when, at nineteen, she was ransomed back to white society. She became an instant celebrity, but the price of fame was high and the pain of her ruptured childhood lasted a lifetime.
Oatman’s story has since become legend, inspiring artworks, fiction, film, radio plays, and even an episode of Death Valley Days starring Ronald Reagan. Its themes, from the perils of religious utopianism to the permeable border between civilization and savagery, are deeply rooted in the American psyche. Oatman’s blue tattoo was a cultural symbol that evoked both the imprint of her Mohave past and the lingering scars of westward expansion. It also served as a reminder of her deepest secret, she never wanted to go home.
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She’s giving me a pretty heavy Pretty Deadly vibe. On many levels (a little Ginny, a little Sissy). Need to read more about her.
Updated to add photo of real Olive Oatman:
Pretty Deadly by Rahzzah on @DeviantArt
Blown. Away.
(My son thought it was art - not a person!)
That’s the wicked thing - it IS art! rahzzah is a phenomenally talented artist. I sometimes mistake his work for cosplay, it’s so real looking.
Woah.
Maybe...
Once fundraising and my century is done I’ll have time to do weird things on the Internet again. I’ve been slacking off on my slacking off. Time, lately, has been fundraising, training, spending time with my family and, when I had time, doing actual work on the books I get paid to develop.
The wrinkle being that I get home from my Lake Tahoe cycling adventure on June 8th and on June 16th I start up as a coach for Team in Training. I’ll be training a new group of cyclists to ride a century while they raise money for the LLS.
I’m on track to rack up over 5,000 miles on my bike in 2015.
Hey you! Yes, you Tumblr. Look at what you’ve helped us do. With 30 days until our fundraising deadline we are only $8644 away from meeting our $100,000 threshold to get a research grant in Margo’s name. Our team is the third top fundraiser in the country right now. All of the Team in Training participants for America’s Most Beautiful Bike Ride, which is only 13 days away, have collectively raised over $2.5 million.
Look at Margo. She was an ass kicker. When she’d go in for her treatments, she’d tell her mom she was putting on her princess warrior boots. Funding this research grant is the best memorial we could possibly provide for this Princess Warrior.
Thank you for all you’ve done. I’m still raffling off signed copies of Bitch Planet, Captain Marvel, ODY-C and Sex Criminals (many thanks to the incredibly big hearted mattfractionblog and kellysue), plus some very cool signed stuff from Cory Doctorow. You can find out more info and how to enter here. Or, if you wish, you can just donate here. I will be drawing names the week of June 8th, when I return from the event. Donations will be accepted by the LLS until June 30th.
Join me. Pull on your princess warrior boots and help Margo’s legacy be life-saving treatments born out of research done in her name.

