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The Steampunk World’s Fair 2017 was a rousing success! We’d like to thank everyone who attended this year’s event. We’d love your feedback; please feel free to share it with us via our feedback form!
Next year’s event, Steampunk World’s Fair 2018, will be at the Radisson and Embassy Suites of Piscataway, New Jersey, May 4-6th, 2018. Hotel rooms are available at our popular overflow hotel and tickets are available now as well!
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I know some people who talk about having done Steampunk for literally several decades. I can’t trace it back that far myself; while I fell in love with K.W. Jeter’s “Infernal Devices” when it came out in 1987, I had no idea that his “Mad Victorian Fantasy” (as the cover put it) would spawn an entire Universe.
But I’ve been a part of the active Steampunk community for over a decade now, and doing Steampunk events for almost that long. I’m starting to see people meet at our events, fall in love, get married, and have children. And then they bring the children to events. And that leaves us with a fascinating question:
What world do we want for Steampunk kids?
Ordinarily, when someone talks about the kind of world orthe kind of future you want for our offspring, it is in reference to some titanic question of legality or ethics or perceived morality. It’s also used not infrequently as a judgment, sometimes by people who suggest that the actions of others might set a bad example. Those are gigantic issues, and that’s not what I’m talking about.
(Besides, I’m pretty sure I am a bad example. I fear that if your kids take after me, they will grow weird. Be warned!)
I’m talking of something that is both smaller in scope, and yet oddly has more far reaching implications then many arguments which might take place on national or even global scale.
We, all of us, all the people participating in Steampunk–we are the people creating Steampunk. And that means that we actually truly get to decide what kind of Steampunk world we want to leave our kids.
That is such a rare thing. It’s hard to have a true legacy that will affect an entire culture, and what Steampunk is not as big as or far-reaching as the mainstream world, it is still a living, vivacious, irrepressible culture that is deeply meaningful to us. Whether you do Steampunk for a living, like I do, or are just a hobbyist who picks it up sometimes for fun (both of which are perfectly fine and neither of which is better than another)-–
Either way, you, you right there, whoever you are.… You are part of deciding what steampunk should be.
Because who else makes the rules? It’s all of us. We’re all deciding what Steampunk should be, when it could be, what it will do, how we will act.
What will that be? It’s not up to me. It’s up to all of us. But I can tell you some of what I think it should be.
Steampunk should be inclusive. It should recognize, welcome, and accept people of all sorts, all backgrounds, all races and identities and political views and orientations.
Steampunk should be friendly. I don’t mean you have to like everyone in Steampunk, or be friends with everyone. Just that we should generally acknowledge that what we seek is warmth, cordiality, a genuine willingness to accept and meet others. It’s okay to be shy, it’s okay to be antisocial, but there have definitely been social movements which prided themselves on guarding the gates to their worlds very jealously. (For example, I was a Punk in my youth, and the Punk movement had a lot of reasons why it had a lot of distrust and a lot of questions about who was a “real” or a “sincere” Punk. I’m not saying it was wrong for doing so; it had good reasons.) But we’re not that kind of Punk.* We are Steampunks.
Steampunk should look after and respect our creators. It’s a difficult and challenging thing to get away from the mainstream audience and tried to build something in a small, peculiar world many people haven’t even heard of. When you find someone who does that, give that person support, be it financial, or recognition, or maybe just some cookies.
Steampunks should respect each other. It’s easy to tear someone else down. It’s also easy for a subculture or genre to tear itself apart by being judgmental. I’m not saying we shouldn’t have any sort of standards, I’m not saying we shouldn’t care about effort or energy or investment of time and resources. I’m just saying that we have very little to gain, very much lose, by opening ourselves up to needless fighting.
And Steampunks should recognize this thing: that each of us really is a part of something which is affected by all of us. Our actions, for better or for worse, have consequences on an entire world of other humans. That’s something I think about all the time. Whether or not you think about it is up to you. But I find that, for me at least, it helps add a lot of meaning to this odd, wonderful Universe that we’re building.
(As a sidenote: Punk was, among other things an anti-commercial movement. It distrusted the possible financial motives of a lot of its participants. It feared that the movement might be co-opted by those without that core ethos; and it was probably right. Punk was–and still is–a nihilistic expression of anger. Steampunk is an expression of a fiercely weird joy. They’re both passions; they’re just very different passions.)
“There’s nothing like a murder to enliven a party, except, perhaps, for two murders.”
If I had a shilling for every time a Steampunk asked me, “Jeff, how do I figure out whether or not there’s poison in my tea?”, I’d have….three shillings and a ha’penny. Which would be fairly unfortunate for me, as I live in New Jersey and have no idea what a shilling is. (I believe a “ha’penny” is a kind of ham sandwich.)
Still, given my considerable experience in this area, I’ve developed a few criteria which might be helpful.
To determine whether your tea is lethal, or simply full of the usual arrangement of boiled leaves, ask yourself some of the following questions?
- Are you the heir to a deeply substantial fortune, one which has caused decades of family trouble and strife? Was the tea possibly brought to you in a suspiciously deferential manner by someone whose last friendly interaction with you was in 1827? Are your relatives lined up in an anxious row on the other side of your door, eagerly awaiting the ominous “thump” of your lifeless body hitting a very expensive carpet?
- Does your beverage taste strongly of arsenic? And if so, why in heaven do you know what arsenic tastes like, and how are you even reading this?
- Has the liquid within your teacup melted through said teacup, and the plate underneath, and the floor beneath that, and is it currently bubbling, hissing, and rapidly dissolving everything below it until it reaches the molten centre of the Earth?
- When you attempt to sip your refreshing beverage, do you find yourself grabbed by a highly inconvenient tentacle which appears to be emanating from within the libation itself?
- Are you now a ghost, standing over your corpse, examining the potation which brought about your demise and attempting to figure out how to fire your butler from beyond the grave?
If the answer to any of these questions is “Yes”, then I fear you have, indeed, most likely had your tea poisoned. Congratulations! You now know the answer to your question! I do hope it helps. If this is not actually of assistance to you, I recommend switching to coffee.
Sir Reginald Pikedevant wrote a song, of which you may be familiar, entitled, “Just Glue Some Gears On It And Call It Steampunk (video above). His objective was to criticize what he saw as a cheapening of Steampunk through making it too easy, overusing the category, or taking something from outside of the Steampunk era and trying to fit it under that umbrella.
My dear Sir Reginald: I am guilty, and I am not sorry.
It’s a brilliant song. I disagree with many parts of it, particularly Sir Reginald’s primary definition of Steampunk itself; as you might know, I am pretty vocal in arguing that Steampunk is NOT “Victorian science fiction. (On the other hand, his advice on how to create Steampunk – “blend antique Reality with Imagination” – is perhaps the best and most concise way I have ever heard that sentiment expressed.) And as I mentioned, I’ve done all of the things that the song forbids.
In defense of the tune, the video came out in 2011. There was a lot we didn’t know about Steampunk, and most of us had this particular misconception: We thought that Steampunk needed to be protected from imitation. We thought that if Steampunk started popping up everywhere, people would get tired of it. And this, in turn, was based on an understandable but totally incorrect fear: we thought that, if more people did Steampunk, or decided what they were doing was Steampunk, it would stretch Steampunk too thin, as if it were a rubber band, and eventually it would snap.
That didn’t happen.
Because Steampunk is NOT that rubber band, stretching to a breaking point. If Steampunk is some kind of office supply, it’s a refillable pen. And we use it to create a series of sketches, writings, maps–even doodles and notes.
Does Steampunk have an end? Depends on whom you ask. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle decided to finish off Sherlock Holmes–and then, for many reasons, bringing him back, effectively from the dead, in a series of stories which rival the best Holmesian work. Now modern authors are taking a swing at the great detective. I consider some of the modern Holmes work to be brilliant, some of it to be beyond terrible, and some of it to be so unexpected and offbeat that I can’t classify it. Sherlock Holmes is a mythic force, animated so long as humans decide there are still stories to tell. Steampunk is the same thing: it is a modern mythology, and that mythology is bounded, not by whether or not we’ve simply “glued” symbols onto something, but by whether or not we create compelling ideas with it.
Go forth. Glue some gears on something. Call it Steampunk, if you want; if your idea is creative enough, powerful enough, funny enough, or simply interesting enough, it will become legend.
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Would you like a carefully-chosen Steampunk gift which shows that someone has given a lot of thought to what will make you happy? That’s unfortunate, because instead, we’ve come to give you…
The Five Worst Steampunk Gifts
#5. A device which converts any fully-functional smartphone into a broken telegraph. Telegraphs are AWESOME. I would, however, be very sad to replace my phone with such a thing. I might enjoy having BOTH, but that’s a different story.
Plus, I don’t know Morse Code, which would make telegraphing quite difficult.
#4. Steam Powered Steam. This is not a gift. This is an appetizer to the least-satisfying dinner of your life.
#3. Invitation to the upcoming Zombie Apocalypse. (Actually, I think this would be an incredible gift. Until such time as zombies ate your brains, of course, at which point your appreciation would likely diminish considerably.
#2. A book of Nikola Tesla’s favorite recipes. I love Tesla and would never say a word against him, but in his later life, he ate nothing but milk, honey, bread, and vegetable juice. AND…no coffee, ever! I would perish.
#1. The Kraken. The Kraken is the most terrifying thing within the seven seas, and its vast tentacles could pull a hundred ships into a swirling maelstrom of the deepest waters with ease. It is enormous, implacable, and always, always hungry. It is one of the most fascinating and wondrous beasts in the world. However, it still makes a terrible present. For one thing, it will eat your entire family in the blink of its single great eye; for another, it’s very, vary hard to gift wrap.