The books looks great — with one minor (and I do mean minor caveat): the front cover is slightly misaligned. It's not fatal; it just means I'll have to fix it when I get back — and since this is on-demand publishing, it means the fix will take a total of ten minutes and one file upload. (As one of my friends put it, this means the first batch is all the more unique.)
Also, this is probably the last batch of books I'll be selling that will have the Glinebooks appelation — after this, it'll be Genji Press all the way. Once I get a logo design together for it, that is.
You might have noticed by now that the title bar for the site now reads "Genji Press" instead of just "Serdar" or "TheGline.com." This is the next step in my gradual rebranding of the site as GenjiPress.com, which I'll be using as the new identity for all of my current and future work.
I've been using "The Gline" as an identity for a long time now — ever since the old dial-up BBS days, come to think of it — and over time I've found it's become less and less useful or relevant to the things I've been doing. I also found out that the term "Gline" had some other connotations (for instance, in the world of IRC) that I didn't particularly care for.
So here's what's going to happen:
Look for other incremental bits of spit 'n polish as time goes by.
Friday night I sojourned into Manhattan for a visit to the small but gloriously productive offices of Vertical, Inc. for a roundtable discussion about the Guin Saga books, hosted by none other than Vertical's Editorial Director, Ioannis Mentzas.
Joining us was Erin Finnegan from PopCultureShock:
The whole conversation was quite complex and meandering, but in the best way for each. I'll link to a copy of the whole thing when it goes up.
Slowly, with the help of its southern brother, North Korea may be changing from an iron-curtained isolate into an actual international player that does more than manufacture, say, counterfeit Viagra. The biggest tool shaping that changeover: Kaesong Industrial Park, a South Korean-run manufacturing facility on North Korean soil.
What's most crucial about this place, to me, is that it is a way for the North and South to go eye to eye in a non-military environment. Instead of staring each other down over a conference table, they can roll up their sleeves and get to work on projects together. They're dealing, however marginally, with another country as people, and no longer have to see themselves as pariahs of the world.
I was most fascinated a few months ago when the New York Philharmonic, with Lorin Maazel at the helm, journeyed to Pyongyang and performed there. The resulting concert was filmed, and it is one of the few classical concert films I can see myself owning for that reason. I hope there is at least as much footage of the audience as there is of the performers.
My friend Eric has fired up his blog, Gone In 60 FPS, which is highly gaming-centric. Now that I've inherited Sarah's old PS2 and unearthed my old Dreamcast (which, amazingly, still works) I have the distinct feeling I'm going to be following these conversations a lot more closely.
I've since set up an Amazon wishlist for my gaming. Most of the stuff I've been advised to get is old or dirt cheap, so I shouldn't have too much trouble filling out my library.
Criterion's announced pricing and availability for their first Blu-ray titles!
All of these are $31.96 from the Criterion store (with an SRP of $39.95, but you can expect to pay a lot less at most places). All are also single discs, including Last Emperor (which faintly surprised me).
My friend Mike is finally back home, safe and sound, in Seattle where he belongs. Getting him there turned out to be an adventure and a half.
On Tuesday, I took him to the airport (JFK) under the impression that his flight was in fact leaving that day. It wasn't just me; he was under that impression, too. We made it all the way to the airport before my Something Ain't Right senses kicked in; I pulled the car over to the side of the service road and looked at his schedule.
Thursday. Not Tuesday.
"Oh," we chorused, and I put the car back into gear. On the plus side, that was two more days that he had to plow through my comic collection. Back home we went, and he spent most of that night and the whole of Wednesday in my company.
Needless to say, he got a lot of reading done.
Come Thursday, I dropped him off at the airport once more, and then four hours later discovered he'd spent 2 1/2 hours sitting in the plane on the tarmac ... with no departure time available. Finally they forced everyone to deplane and sit around while they tried to figure out what to do. "New York doesn't want me to leave," he cried out to me over the phone.
They finally put him and everyone else sound for Seattle on a flight that arrived at something like 2:30 in the morning. He's now at home, sound asleep, and will probably be that way for at least another week.
Baltimore, Maryland. 8/8/8.
There's a strange and beautiful vibe that you get when you see something that has been pretty much a done deal for three years running finally have the ink dry on the contract, so to speak.
This is a long story. Make some coffee, but it'll be worthwhile.Read more