Masterful: Severus and me

Welcome to the fondue party, fellow mavericks.

Summer’s been hot, but I can sense the faint beginning of autumn in the air, and oh yes, I’m more than ready.

I’ve plunged headfirst into my next writing project, which has been long in the making. This book is even more outrageous than Rascal. It’s a continuation of Rascal: A Manifesto, in a way.

This book will be published late this fall (I’m aiming for November). Apart from my Patreon activity, it’s the focus of my attention at the moment. I’ll also continue working (at a slower pace) on Wolfgang, Booklet Two in September.

Here’s what I recently wrote on Patreon about the author photograph I took for Masterful: Severus Snape, a Jar of Cockroaches, and Me.

I wanted this photograph to celebrate my humanity, freedom, vulnerability, and power. For many years, I was Orthodox when I cosplayed Snape, and the costume had monastic connotations to me. This is definitely no longer the case. So I wanted to demonstrate this in the portrait. One of the things I’m going to discuss in the book, which will be mostly about my life experiences in relation to Professor Snape, is how my understanding of him has evolved and helped me in my personal development and emancipation. His strength of character, his ability to stand tall, to stand alone, his abiding mystery… All of this is what’s most appealing to me about him.

Doing this shoot was exhilarating. I took quite a few shots, as usual, because I know that in most cases, minor variations will strike a photograph from the list; this or that isn’t right…

The photo I selected had all the elements I wanted the portrait to have. I wanted it to be fairly androgynous, ultimately I wanted a half coat, half flesh situation, with at least a portion of my Snape ink visible, and with, well, the kind of expression I have in the photo I chose.

I didn’t touch the original shots much. That one, I barely even had to crop, I’m trying to remember! I added a touch of contrast and made the green colors pop more. Because I’m so darn pale, the silver makeup on my eyes, and the glitter on my face and neck, chest, and upper left arm basically look like a shimmering glow in the photo. On the actual cover, I think that some of the glitter will be more visible. I’m happy I picked the silver background, because it looks great in the shot. Throughout the session, the light kept changing because I was using natural light.

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Are you ready for this ride? It’s going to be a wild ride, I tell you.

In other news, I have a Build A Bear named William and it makes me tremendously happy. Working in my 70s lair is a source of continual joy and pleasure to me.

Say cheese.

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Kind readers,

allow me to begin this post by sharing a passage from Tom Hodgkinson’s wonderful book How To Be Idle:

Living in the past is an effective way of retreating from the vulgarity of the present. I have noticed this trait in artists. My friend John Moore, a musician, once a member of the very noisy band The Jesus and Mary Chain, now likes having the middlebrow radio station Classic FM playing at home. “We like to pretend that the modern age doesn’t exist and we are living in the 1920s,” he says. Deference to a former age is not necessarily mere nostalgia and escapism; it can also be a conscious rejection of the values of consumerism and the feeling of being victimized by the constant search for “the latest thing.” Any era will do; for me it is the eighteenth century.

The constant search for the latest thing—what a bore. What a pain in the ass. To me, it’s a form of tyranny, of subjugation. It’s also exhausting.

If you’ve been following this blog lately, you’ll know what my era of choice is: the seventies. The wacky, tacky, sleazy seventies. Disco, shag carpets, “horrid” color combinations. This is a time that doesn’t take itself too seriously.

To me, it’s the very essence of fabulous.

Take polyester shirts, which I’ve begun carefully collecting. Marvelous things.

You know, when you put something on and it just feels so right? Yeah.

Yesterday, I took a bunch of quick shots of me wearing one of these shirts, the green one, which looks like it was made to be worn with my tan suit (needless to say, there will be photos), and my gold mirrored sunglasses, which I adore.

I have a feeling I’m going to end up with a collection of aviator sunglasses too. Because those things fucking rock.

You could say that these photos are a funkadelic tribute to polyester and golden sunglasses. I was lying down on my white shag carpet when I took these.

So. Your place or Las Vegas?

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I don’t know how I let so many years go by without golden mirrored sunglasses, really.

To get over tough times, may I recommend feeling fabulous and treating yourself right.

I’m going to have great stuff for you in my upcoming book, Hit the Road and Be Who You Are. It’s going to be a vibrant, live-your-life book.

It’s cold as fuck today, but April and spring are around the corner… I’m looking forward to doing more 70s-riffic photo shoots in funky locales.

More news soon. The first issue of my zine is in the works. I thought it would come out last month, but stuff happened. If it’s not out this month (new computer is imminent), it’ll be coming out next month for sure. In these mad times, there’s something to be said about the power of photocopied booklets you get in the mail.

Your devoted
Logospilgrim, the quiet professor

new book, devil horns, three piece suits

Kind readers,

I’m happy to say that my new book, Atheist Tiki Hour: Your Guide to a Secular Blast, is now available in print.

It makes me giddy just saying “my Atheist Republic book.”

Click on the cover below to get your copy.

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As ever, your reviews are extremely important and immensely appreciated. Please help me get to fifty reviews by Festivus! This number of reviews will increase the book’s visibility on Amazon (due to their logarithm doodad thingies). Even a line or two will make a huge difference.

The book has begun getting kind reviews, which goes straight to my heart.

Read The Crusty Sceptic‘s marvelous review on his blog here.

And look: eep!!

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I shared that tweet because I thought his book and mine had a couple of things in common, and it helps, apparently, when you’re promoting a book (or at least trying to promote it), to compare it to a similar book or whatever. He has so many followers that I never imagined he’d even see it, let alone reply anything at all to it! I love his work and I think he’s absolutely terrific, so I was in shock when I saw his tweet appear in my notifications. It was so kind of him to do that.

I’m better at it than I used to be, but I still find promoting my work terribly difficult and exhausting. Fortunately, I have many beautiful supporters, like the one who recently sent me a direct message on Twitter that said, “I believe in you. I REALLY do. You deserve to be read.” I started crying.

Even though I often feel like an idiot for putting my books out there (who the fuck am I, you know? What makes me think I have anything worthwhile to say bla bla bla), I do it anyway, and the encouragement I get keeps growing. So I keep going.

Today, I updated my Goodreads profile for the first time in I can’t remember how long.

As you can see, I’m very serious about what I do.

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Earlier this week, I took promotional photographs of myself.

The first day, I got going too late, but I managed to quickly snap a few neat pictures while the sun was setting.

As I wrote on Twitter, I looked like I was in a nondescript, late 60s neighbourhood on my way to bang Lana Del Rey or something.

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The next day, I got started earlier, but when I went outside, I didn’t last long because it was so cold and windy (my camera lens fogged up when I returned inside).

I was often channeling my inner Tom Waits.

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When I went back inside, I decided to take photos in my work space, which I’d never done, at least not with my good camera. And the light was great, so…

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I had a lot of fun with the red devil horns and green suit. Oh, and the cigar is a Halloween prop.

Unfortunately, I also managed to catch the bug my partner had, a nasty head cold. So this was me yesterday, with Potion the nursemaid:

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I’m starting to feel better, which is fantastic, because I hate taking cold medication.

In other news, I’ll be giving podcast interviews in the coming weeks. I’ll be keeping you updated, in the event you’d like to hear me ramble.

Speaking of which, I am now Miss Old Grumbly in Peachy Fiend‘s hilarious animated series Unicorn and Toast.

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If you want to hear me ranting like a wacky old woman, watch the episode here.

It’ll soon be time for Quietus 2016. I’m looking forward to an intimate gathering (there’s going to be a dozen of us) with wonderful people in a fantastic setting.

That being said, I’m no longer entirely sure I’ll be able to go to MISTI next year, due to issues involving logistics and, frankly, exhaustion. I really don’t know at this point.

Right now, I’ve got my mind on more books, including another Atheist Republic title next summer, possibly.

I’ll be giving another talk at the Center For Inquiry in Ottawa at the start of December.

Welp, that’s all the latest! Thanks for playing 🙂

Your devoted
Logospilgrim, the quiet professor

doing it my way

Kind readers,

spring is slowly beginning to manifest itself… Warm days can’t come soon enough for me, not after the winter we had.

So, news!

I’ve joined Instagram and I’m enjoying it muchly. Twitter and Instagram are my happy places online these days.

This is me, earlier today…

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More ink in August. Tiffany will be adding an Ace of Spaces and an Ace of Hearts to my Freddy glove, and flames, and dice probably.

The gold tuxedo shoot took place last Sunday, and it was a whole lotta fun. These photos capture the essence of my upcoming books.

You can see the rest right here: Gold Tuxedo Session.

As old Blue Eyes sang, the record shows I took the blows and did it my way.

I recently discovered a new café, and since then I’ve been going there on a regular basis to write and relax. And eat!

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I haven’t loved a café this much since my Café Wim and Vienna Café days. It’s like all the writing hangouts and tranquil havens I’ve ever loved and lost.

Boots I like to wear when I go to places like this:

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And, I have new dolls in my personal sanctuary.

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They’re Novi Stars. Dainty, shimmering, otherworldly jewels… I adore them.

As if it needs to be said, I’m working on books. At the moment, my focus is on Atheist Tiki Hour. I continue to try to promote previous works like There’s a Hula Girl on my Dashboard. “I wrote this book, you might enjoy it,” bla bla bla… In many ways, my efforts to put my writing out there are comparable to this:

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I’m a little dancing monkey, baby.

Your devoted
Logospilgrim, the quiet professor