Day of doing responsible things

May. 24th, 2015 07:30 pm
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This was my day!

Notary for passport form
handed off noisebridge docs
got z. his package
put all the jars of coins in the garage ready to be coinstarred
got my data off an old laptop onto a 1TB hard drive
hired a guy to come move the fridge and the kids' bunk bed
mopped behind fridge
scrubbed out freezer
bought cleaning supplies to scrub freezer etc
cleaned out the kids' beds, which were nastily full of trash, dust, cables, old socks
gathered up 5 loads of laundry
mailed c. to ask her to come do all the laundry tomorrow
ordered new checks
paid bills
threw away a lot of papers
looked for a.'s keys (failed to find)
looked for m's wallet (also failed)
z. came over
the guy who is treasurer for NB came over
a. came back home from her mom's and i fed her dinner
emailed people about work thing, worked a bit

A very responsible day. I think I did too much scrubbing and walking. I laid down in between doing everything at least. The house still overwhelmingly has crap all over the place.

I am trying to look for some WisCon posts and reading a bit of the tweets but am just too domestically overloaded to feel engaged.

The fabulous bit of the day is that I did get a lot of my old data. WHEW.

She walks!

May. 25th, 2015 12:20 pm
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Originally posted to incrementum.puzzling.org. Comment there unless you have a Dreamwidth login.

A has been standing against furniture and cruising for a long long time now. Six months, maybe? I expected her to progress to walking within a month or two, but no. She started to get annoyed with us too. I think her daycare has been encouraging her to walk holding hands, because for the last month or so, if hands are held out to her she plops down on her bottom and cries. Shades of her sucking her thumb and closing her eyes when they would try and feed her before she was ready to eat solid food. She detects and despises all attempts to accelerate her development.

Then over the last week or two she has finally begun to tolerate walking while holding hands. This has thrilled V, because V has been impatiently waiting for her to “turn into a kid” for four or five months; it’s his biggest dream right now. Last week she began standing against things, with her back leaning on them, so as to have her hands free. Over the weekend, she started standing up on soft surfaces like beds, so that she could throw her hands up, fall over, and laugh a lot. On Saturday, when V and his friends were done with their soccer ball, she said “buh buh”, and then Andrew saw her crawl over to it, get into a crouch, pick it up between her hands, and stand up momentarily from the crouch.

So it wasn’t a surprise yesterday when she stood beside the park bench I was on with her back leaning against me, watching an older girl jump on the letters of the playground’s alphabet surface, nor that she looked interested. It was a surprise when suddenly she set out on two wobbly feet and wobbled along for four steps or so. Enough of a surprise that I had trouble interrupting whatever anecdote Andrew was telling to draw his attention to it.

This is the pattern over the last twenty four hours, now. If she has about a metre to travel, she will try and walk there, with varying success. Or else, depending on how tired she is, she will look at the gap and cry, believing that she must walk it.

V was eleven months old — five and a half months younger — when he suddenly staggered across our loungeroom towards a visitor he’d never met before. It was about a month from there to full-time walking. It will be interesting to see how the timeline goes from here.

sketches daily

May. 24th, 2015 12:44 pm
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I finally got a drawing app on my phone! It's called Procreate, because someone thinks they're funny. And I'm drawing more! Because I always have my phone with me, you know? And the challenge of learning to use this app is fun. Also basically learning to fingerpaint. It's funny the things that provide motivation. Anyway, I'm trying to take 15 minutes a day to do the @sketch_dailies prompts. I've started posting them at my public twitter and my tumblr. Dunno how long I'm going to keep it up, but I've got 3 so far!

New vid: "Pipeline"

May. 24th, 2015 09:54 am
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[personal profile] brainwane premiered a new vid at Wiscon 2015!

It's called "Pipeline".

Because the tech industry's got a blank space, baby. And it'll write your name.

Why not thinking about it is not okay

May. 24th, 2015 11:41 am
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This is something I posted to tumblr and am reposting here.

Apparently, Bob Singer apparently spoke at a convention and excused Charlie's death on the grounds that the writers just were not thinking about her gender and her orientation - as though that's an excuse. Fozmeadows argues that given the history of treatment of gay characters, they are not excused from thinking about these issues.

I have a slightly different take - I think they're lying.

This is how they’re lying: Of course they don’t say, “Oh, she’s gay, let’s kill her.”

What they do say is, “I’m making a show about two people who travel the country killing monsters. And of course those characters: (1) will survive, and (2) will be white; and (3) will be male; and (4) will be straight.”

And then they say, they want to introduce someone to be the ruler of hell, and the angel who saves Dean. And of course those characters have to be white males, too - who are portrayed as straight even though there’s no reason why they would be, given that they aren’t even human and are borrowing bodies anyway.

So at some point, someone thinks, well, we can’t populate our entire show with straight white men, can we? So you get people of color (Kevin) and gay women (Charlie). Except they’re marked for death, right from the get go - because it’s fundamental to the show’s premise that people of color and gay people and women aren’t even in the class of characters who are untouchable by virtue of the narrative.

So when the creators say, “We didn’t think about whether Charlie was gay when we killed her,” that’s true. Because the decision was made much earlier - when they decided that gay people don’t get the kinds of roles that make them so critical to the narrative that they are functionally invulnerable. And that’s why “we didn’t think about her orientation” is not an excuse.

You know when it will be an excuse? When gay people get to be Sam and Dean. Then they can kill off the semi-regular gay characters and I promise not to raise a peep of protest.
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Posted by Belle Waring

Elizabeth Cotten had an unlikely musical career. As a left-handed young girl she taught herself to play her brother’s banjo. Then she bought a guitar from Sears Roebuck at 11 and proceeded to play it Jimi Hendrix-style, upside-down. After getting married at 17 she basically gave up playing guitar for 25 years, except for occasional church performances. Quite at random, she was hired as a maid by part of the Seeger family—working for Pete Seeger’s dad and the children of his second wife. She picked up the guitar again, and blew everybody’s mind. Mike Seeger (Pete’s half-brother) started recording her and the sessions were made into an album from Folkways Records—Folksongs and Instrumentals with Guitar. Her signature tune “Freight Train” became hugely popular among the folk musicians of the revival of the late 50s/early 60s, being covered by Joan Baez and Bob Dylan among many others.


She started to tour and perform with big names, released another influential record in 1967, Shake Sugaree, and kept touring and playing till the end of her life (January 5, 1895 – June 29, 1987). Her unusual picking style was greatly admired, because it’s totally awesome! People have worked out alternate ways to play the songs that don’t involve playing the guitar upside down and backwards. (John spent two weeks learning “Freight Train” when we were on Martha’s Vineyard last year, causing our children to, in extremis, institute a strict “no Freight Train” policy. Happily, though, now it reminds us of my aunt’s house and all being together with my siblings and cousins, and beach plums, and the creek with its perfect flat wet stones, and the cold Atlantic, so grey.) Her music is distinctive because of the bass lines—the strings sounding the lowest notes were at the bottom of the guitar and so she picks out distinctive tunes on them. The highest string being on top, she sometimes treats the guitar like a banjo—since that’s where the high-pitched drone string is. I just learned reading the wikipedia article that she wrote “Freight Train” at 11!

Her voice is wonderful, but many of her best songs are instrumental only:

I’m having trouble choosing here, “In The Sweet By and By” is beautiful…some songs are painfully short, like “Mama, There’s Nobody Here But The Baby” or “Ain’t Got No Honey Baby Now.” [Which I can’t find a working video of :/ ] 56 seconds? NO. Although Harry Taussig plays a killer version on steel guitar. I’ll close with the topical “Take Me Back to Baltimore.”

My dad is an incredible guitarist, and plays steel 12-string bottle-neck slide, though he removes the second string from the highest two strings, making it 10-string. He also picks in this style—and we are big fans of Ry Cooder who is a master at it. When I was a kid we always had music playing. My godfather played the fiddle and we had plenty of other random musicians at parties, which, in South Carolina through to the late 70s were always two- or three-day affairs. We had a whole crew of Hell’s Angels camped out in the back yard one time. My brother and I would sing, folk songs like “Froggy Went a-Courting.” That’s happiness for me, standing on the front porch catching lizards on the screen, listening to live music and the leathery sounds of the palmetto pushed by the wind, live oaks tossing their heads and their festoons of Spanish moss, my feet slowly blackening with the super-fine dust of mildew that settles inevitably on the grey floor of any screen porch, the sky and the hydrangeas planted around the base of the house and the screen porch ceiling all alike powder-blue, the smell of salt water and marsh and endless joints burning mingled into a perfect sweetness. High tide. Got to be high tide at 2 p.m. with a summer thunderstorm blowing up far across the river. Not low tide and with all hanging breathless and hot, and the mud flats on the sandbar across the river stinking in the sun. Eating cold boiled peanuts and watermelon and drinking sweet tea. Perfect. Except now I’m homesick!

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May. 24th, 2015 02:12 pm
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Cancer log 80: Came up against a hard limit the other day, unexpectedly. Friday, I'd been asked to be on a 10:30 p.m. panel, and I said I'd try, if I was feeling up to it. I'd been going to bed around 11, 11:30, so it seemed likely to be okay. 9:30, 10, 10:30 -- felt fine, so I joined the panel. The first 30-45 minutes of it were fine, but then I started feeling bad. Mostly just super-tired, which honestly, is not so uncommon for a late-night panel for me, since I'm a morning person. I figured I'd just power through. I forgot that powering through is not so much an option for me at the moment, not in the few days right after an infusion.

By the time the panel ended at 11:45, I was ready to fall down. I made it back to my room, really shaky and shivering, fell into bed. Thankfully, Jed was there, able to bring me water and help get me tucked in. I then proceeded to sleep, off and on, until pretty much 3 p.m. the next day. I staggered out of bed at some point and went downstairs to get some food, then came back to bed. I managed to do my 4 p.m. reading (and I think it even went well), but didn't feel normal until after dinner. Most of the day was a total loss (spent either sleeping or watching Gilmore Girls re-runs), and I'm afraid I have to put the blame on my badly mis-estimating my ability to do that late night panel.

I should've just excused myself when I started feeling bad, but that would've been rude, and I am over-socialized not to be rude. I need to learn how to redefine politeness so that it also includes taking proper care of my health. I'm quite sure that no one on the panel, no one in the audience, would've wanted me to stay up there, feeling so terrible. But I couldn't figure out a graceful way to indicate that I needed to leave. Sometimes I think I prioritize social gracefulness a little too much.

I'm doing better now. I took the evening easy -- I went to the dance, but only danced half a dozen songs, just the ones I really loved, and at half my usual energy level. Much less bouncing than normal! Mostly I hung out in the hallway and talked to people, and when I *started* feeling tired, I dutifully said my goodnights and rolled off to bed. Which means that I slept plenty last night, was able to revise a scene already this morning, and feel much more up to talking to people than I did for much of yesterday.

I sent Kevin a note and said I was feeling terrible; he wrote back and said he hoped I was still getting something out of the convention. I am, but I will get more out of it if I am careful and smart with my energy and exertion. Really glad I didn't sign up for my usual 3+ panels / day this year; I would not have been able to get through them. Conserving energy -- that needs to be my watchword, at least until the not-chemo effects dissipate. All right, then.

AMV: Just A Dream Away

May. 24th, 2015 10:28 pm
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My [community profile] wiscon_vidparty 2015 premiere. Post in progress!

source: Star Trek: The Animated Series
audio: They Might Be Giants, "There's a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow"
length: 2:01
stream: on Critical Commons
download: 48MB mp4 | .srt subtitles
summary: Man has a dream, and that's the start: the final frontier is still out there, just a dream away.

Embed and notes to come!

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Posted by brainwane

As Julie Pagano put it: “So many ‘diversity in tech’ efforts are about getting young women into the pipeline. Ignore the fact that there’s a meat grinder at the end.” So I’ve made a new fanvid (a type of video art piece): “Pipeline”. It’s a little over 3 minutes long and cuts together about 50 different sources over Taylor Swift’s song “Blank Space”. Specifically, this fanvid uses clips from documentaries, glossy Hollywood depictions of hackers, comics, code school ads, and the Geek Feminism wiki’s Timeline of Incidents to critique this dynamic. It just premiered at the WisCon Vid Party a few hours ago.

My launch blog post on Dreamwidth goes into more detail and includes a comprehensive list of video.

Download: on Google Drive (165 MB high-resolution MP4 file, 23 MB low-resolution MP4 file, 98 MB AVI file), or at Critical Commons with login (high- and low-res MP4 and WebM files)
Stream: at Critical Commons (choose View High Quality for best experience)
Lyrics subtitles file: http://www.harihareswara.net/vids/pipeline.srt (you can download this and then ask your video playing app to use it as a subtitles track)

It’s under the license Creative Commons BY-SA; please feel free to redistribute, link, remix, and so on, as long as you attribute me as the vidder. Comments are welcome, though moderated.

OMG james rhodes

May. 23rd, 2015 09:26 pm
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Listening to how he plays piano, blowing my mind. He makes glenn gould sound like a soulless prancing robot pony. I am listening again to beethoven sonata in d major (pastoral) which i played the hell out of in high school (painfully learning bar by bar so i know it really well to listen to) and rhodes is so brilliant with it that I am feeling embarrassed for my attempts to emotionally interpret it. crap! he plays bach so well i'm in tears! good stuff.

New Vid: Pipeline

May. 24th, 2015 03:41 am
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I've made a new fanvid: "Pipeline". It's a little over 3 minutes long and cuts together about 50 different sources (documentaries, movies, TV, comics, coding bootcamp ads, and more) over Taylor Swift's song "Blank Space". My launch blog post on Dreamwidth goes into more detail and includes links to download it. You can stream it at Critical Commons (choose View High Quality for best experience) and I embed the video below:

It's CC BY-SA; please feel free to redistribute, link, remix, and so on, as long as you attribute me as the vidder. Comments are welcome, though moderated.

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VID PARTY PEOPLE -- IT IS ALMOST TIME!

Meet us in (our usual) Room 629, from 9pm to 2am.

See our Warnings handout here, which also includes the schedule of programming for the evening.

p.s. I just realized we missed one vid listing from the warnings sheet, but never fear: no warnings apply!

WE ARE NOT THINGS

May. 23rd, 2015 12:59 pm
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I watched Max Max: Fury Road last weekend and like just about everyone else, I FUCKING LOVED IT. Bullet points of love and TL;DR below:

Read more... )

Book rec: Uprooted by Naomi Novik

May. 23rd, 2015 09:50 am
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On the edge of the dangerous Wood is a village, and nearby lives a Dragon, and every ten years the Dragon demands a daughter from the village. This is that story: except it really isn't.

cut for mild spoilers )

I have liked Novik's work in the past (both professional and non-), but this was significantly better than anything she's done since the first of the Temeraire books, and speaks really well of the work we can look forward to in future.

More than anything else, this novel reminds me of Patricia McKillip's work, with a touch of Robin McKinley. It's now a tossup whether this or The Goblin Emperor is the best fantasy novel I've read in the last two years.

A good day for working on games!

May. 23rd, 2015 11:55 pm
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I have been feeling a little down about having so many ongoing game projects and so rarely making any progress, but today was good for all of them!

Copper Rose aka the f/f vampire dating sim: Had a very productive conversation with co-writer a few days ago, since then have had a bunch of Inspirations and sent her long rambly emails she will hopefully find inspiring and not overwhelming. She's currently in crunch mode for an actual paying writing gig so veers between "no time for Copper Rose" and "please distract me" and is only up for planning, not writing, but we've been hammering out lots of world building, plot and characterisation details.

Marathon Twine Game aka the SUPER SECRET FFA PROJECT (not actually that secret): just saw my cowriter make a comment about working on stuff I sent them a different long thinky email about, hooray! Have I mentioned Marathon here? It's a 90s FPS with some very cool plotting, mostly in text based terminals. You can also just read the terminals separately if you don't want to play/watch a Let's Play. FFA has a small but evangelical group of Marathon fans who sucked me into it by talking about it's cool morally ambiguous AI, who is indeed very cool. I made an off hand remark about how it would be cool if there was a Twine version putting the terminals in context and then ended up coding one, and another anon agreed to help me out with the text *waves*

SOON remaster aka that time travel game I actually finished but only by massively cutting corners: finished another sprite! I'm redrawing all the art and it's slow going since I want to make sure everything is consistent and pretty as opposed to the very rough quality of the original game, and I have to be in just the right mindset.

Northanger Abbey the dating sim aka exactly what it sounds like: continued adapting the text! I overdid this for a while and needed a break, today's the first time I've done any in ages. They have just arrived at the Abbey. Still not sure how well I'll be able to make the original sections mesh with the adapted parts but will cross that bridge when I come to it!

WisCon Friday

May. 23rd, 2015 01:48 pm
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Posted by Jed

Had an odd and kind of off-kilter day yesterday.

Did some day-job work in the morning, then a playtesting round of a boardgame Ben is developing. That was all fine. And in the afternoon, at the Gathering, spent a while playing the card game Slash with various folks, which went pretty well. (Someday I'll remember to post more about that game.)

But much of the rest of my day involved conversations in which I was just kind of out of sync with the discussion. Mostly I wasn't coming up with anything to say; when I did, it didn't quite seem relevant to what the others were saying; a few times I did have something relevant to say, and I opened my mouth and said a word or two, and then an interruption happened and after the interruption we were talking about something else, and I couldn't find a way to non-awkwardly come back to what I had wanted to say.

The conversations in question were otherwise good; people I like, saying interesting things, and I did ask relevant questions and got interesting answers. But I didn't participate much.

Stopped by a panel briefly; fun and worthwhile, but wasn't quite in the right mood to stay for the whole thing.

Saw various friends, mostly in passing. Didn't see various other friends who I hope to see this weekend.

Was pleasantly surprised to learn that there will be a Strange Horizons tea party at WisCon this year, after two or three years of not having one. Spent a little time poking through some posts on the SH blog that I'd missed; haven't been paying nearly enough attention to things there lately.

Had a nice chat with Sumana in the evening. Stopped by the remains of a few parties, around 12:30 a.m.; nearly everything had shut down and nearly everyone was gone from the public spaces by that time, which surprised me.

And then I figured I would spend an hour catching up on Facebook, doing day-job work, and preparing for my panel this morning, before going to sleep. Only of course I started with FB, and that took longer than I'd intended, and it led to my writing two long and ill-considered and overly vehement comments/responses to friends' posts. Didn't get anything else useful done (except a little reading for the panel), didn't do my daily fiction writing, didn't get to sleep 'til after 2 a.m. Woke up at 7, tense and unsettled; have been alternating between reading and trying to get back to sleep, but I'm awake now. May take a nap later.

FB per se wasn't really the problem last night, but I nonetheless think I'll be happier this weekend if I don't try to keep up with it. So I think I'm probably off FB until Monday or Tuesday.

My plans for the rest of the con:

This morning at 10, I'll be on a panel about Zilpha Keatley Snyder. Tomorrow morning at 10, I'll be on a panel about Agent Carter.

I also plan to attend the SH tea party and the dessert salon and Guest of Honor speeches. Will probably do my usual thing of sitting around outside the Floomp and admiring people's clothing and chatting with friends.

Other than that, don't think I have any specific plans. As usual at WisCon, will likely attend a few panels and go with wherever a given moment's inspiration takes me, and try not to get too caught up in adhering to Scheduled Plans.

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The view from Telegraph Hill in San Francisco. Photo: Christoph Radtke

The view from Telegraph Hill in San Francisco, where the character of Candy Matson lived in Candy Matson, YUkon 2-8209. Photo: Christoph Radtke

Post by Catherine Martin, Boston University

I recently spent some time going through the American Radio Archive’s Monty Masters collection to gather information for my dissertation on women in radio and television crime dramas. As I reviewed scripts for Masters’ female PI series, Candy Matson, YUkon 2-8209, I was struck by the number of edits relating to place and street names: more than any other radio series I’ve encountered, Candy’s writers appear to have been dedicated to getting San Francisco’s geography right. Of course, this might have simply been a product of the series’ production environment. Candy Matson, which ran on NBC’s West Coast network from June 1949 to May 1951, was broadcast from San Francisco in a period when most West Coast radio production was consolidating in Los Angeles. The locally popular series frequently emphasizes its regional affiliations, with Candy (voiced by Natalie Parks Masters) traveling up and down the West Coast and solving crimes from Los Angeles to Puget Sound (where she almost dies in a sabotaged seaplane). At home in her city of San Francisco, she surveys the urban space from the bay window of her Telegraph Hill penthouse and zips between neighborhoods in her flashy convertible. However, it is more likely that such attention to urban detail was meant to establish and strengthen Candy’s precarious authority as a radio private eye who also happened to be a woman.

Howard Duff, who played private detective Sam Spade in The Radio Adventures of Sam Spade.

Howard Duff, who played private detective Sam Spade in The Radio Adventures of Sam Spade.

Candy Matson is not the only radio detective series concerned with emphasizing the detective’s intimate knowledge of the city. I’ve previously argued that The Adventures of Sam Spade (1946-1951, ABC/CBS/NBC) used Sam’s knowledge of San Francisco to assert his authority to interpret the urban space for increasingly suburban post-war radio audiences [1]. His conversational style of narration encourages audiences to see the city through his eyes, and his attention to detail asserts the intimacy of his urban knowledge and contributes to the urban atmosphere that pervades radio private eye series. Candy also navigates the city with ease, driving herself from place to place in a convertible, like a true Californian. From her penthouse on Telegraph Hill, she heads down the hill to visit her friend and sidekick Rembrandt Watson, downtown to call on Inspector Ray Mallard at San Francisco’s Hall of Justice, or across any of the city’s numerous bridges to explore the broader Bay Area. Significantly, Candy maintains a sense of control and power by insisting on driving herself, commenting that “I feel much better when I’m driving,” especially when traveling with strange men on cases because “there are a lot of forward passes that fall incomplete when a lady is driving” [2]. Candy even drives when she travels with trusted male friends like Watson or Mallard, showing off her knowledge of shortcuts, scenic routes, and obscure swimming holes along the Sacramento River, and cementing her claims to the special knowledge about people and places that makes the private eye an urban expert.

Candy’s claims to this urban (and suburban) expertise are especially important given her position as a female private eye in post-World War II America. As scholars like Jessica Weiss (2000) and Wini Breines (1992) have pointed out, postwar popular culture was filled with mixed messages about women’s roles and abilities, simultaneously promising them that they enjoyed equality with men and pushing them to find ultimate fulfillment in the more traditionally feminine roles of wife and mother. While she was not the first lady detective on radio, Candy is certainly among the most hardboiled, a genre more typically associated with working class male detectives and readers. Creator Monty Masters originally wrote the role of Candy for himself, but cast his wife, Natalie Masters, when his mother-in-law suggested making the detective female. While the character remained daring and take-charge as a woman, the writers also worked to emphasize Candy’s femininity. Jack French (2002) reports that Masters changed the original audition script to emphasize a romance between Candy and Mallard, which continues throughout the series and culminates in their engagement and Candy’s retirement in the final episode, “Candy’s Last Case.” In addition to the romance that ties her safely to one man – unlike her male counterparts, who often enjoy multiple flirtations per episode – the announcer’s opening narrations emphasize Candy’s femininity and even undercut her independence, especially in early episodes. One such introduction goes:

“Like a little whodunit without too much gore? This is for you then. And here’s another thingwe’ve got a gal for a detectivenot a guy with all muscle and no brain. She’s cute, too. Oh, and I’ll let you in on a little secret. She thinks she solves all the cases she works on. But she doesn’t—not quite. There happens to be a guy named Inspector Ray Mallard who pulls our gal out of tight spots.” [3]

Others emphasize her blonde hair and compare her curves and “scenic effects” to Highway 101 [4]. Candy also frequently emphasizes her love for shopping.

Natalie Parks Masters, who played the female private investigator Candy Matson.

Natalie Parks Masters, who played the female private investigator Candy Matson.

These contradictory emphases on Candy’s detective abilities and feminine appearance and dependence highlight her difficult position as a female PI who must struggle to be taken seriously, both by her clients and radio audiences at home. While she ultimately avoids the fate of so many female investigators on film, whom Philippa Gates (2011) argues went from enjoying progressive representations in the 1930s to becoming figures “of parody, passivity, or – by the 1950s – questionable sanity,” Candy has to continually prove that she is both a competent investigator and a normal woman – that she can still maintain feminine graces while taking on jobs that occasionally result in her getting knocked unconscious by a gunsel. The end result is unique and intriguing: a private eye program that presents ugly urban crimes without the seemingly requisite world-weary narrator. But despite this lack of the customary hardboiled gravitas, Candy continually resists categorization as a lightweight. She may be a former model, but she knows her city better than anyone and she insists on maintaining the power to navigate it. While she never managed to attract a commercial sponsor or make it to NBC’s national network, her popularity with West Coast audiences indicates that more than a few people were interested in stories about women working in atypical professions.

[1] Catherine Martin, “Re-Imagining the City: Contained Criminality in The Radio Adventures of Sam Spade.” Delivered at the Society for Cinema and Media Studies conference, Boston, MA, March 25, 2012.

[2] Candy Matson, YUkon 2-8209, July 21, 1949

[3] Candy Matson, YUkon 2-8209, July 14, 1949.

[4] Candy Matson, YUkon 2-8209, August 4, 1949.

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