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Apr. 25th, 2019 10:24
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A paperback copy of the [redacted] Report is coming in the mail today. I have reading for chag. :/

After chag I have a ticket Saturday night for Endgame, big Beckett fan that I am. :P Kidding aside, I saw the Beckett Endgame years ago at the Irish Rep and it is a miserable, cruel piece of entertainment that I left feeling bad about myself- and I am really hoping that the Russos' version is less cruel. That's about all I'm hoping for out of that. That way anything else will be a bonus.

Sunday I'm heading down to Delaware to see Scalia/Ginsburg at Opera Delaware!!!!! :D I am so excited. [personal profile] ghost_lingering and [livejournal.com profile] gingerrose will be there too. It's going to be so much fun.

Daily Happiness

Apr. 25th, 2019 01:02
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1. I ended up having a really long day at work today (about eleven hours plus an hour or so of doing work this morning at home before I actually went into work) but thankfully one person who's been on vacation for two weeks will be back on Monday, and one of the main reasons today was so long was that I've been having to cover for various of her duties and there's a lot to do on Wednesdays (on top of the things I actually had to do myself today).

2. There was free pizza at work today, arranged for by HR (they are trying to have more "appreciation luncheon" type affairs lately, which is pretty easy to do as before there were zero). There were some hiccups in the process (I would not recommend them using this place again, that's for sure) but it was edible if not great and was free, so nothing to complain about.

3. Sweetie cats sharing a sofa.

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On Wednesday lunchroom conversation at work turned to "no-one knows people in their neighbourhood anymore" and I opined that this might be more a factor of people moving a lot: whereas I've lived in my house for 12 years and, despite being pretty antisocial I'm now getting to know a good number of the neighbours.

(On reflection, other factors are probably that "the people who you meet when you're walking down the street" don't get met if instead of walking down the street you walk only to your car and then drive down the street; and that more and more both/all adults in a family have to work during the day so there's less opportunity for interaction.)

One of my neighbours I'm on pretty good terms with though I find her a bit judgemental. But in her efforts to destroy the ivy on her side of the fence, she also comes and sprays it on my side, so I reciprocate with bringing her extra fruit or pumpkin or whatever.

The neighbours in front of her (her son's tenants) have been nice when I've seen them but don't tend to come out much on the rare occasions I'm out. It's a big step up from the previous tenants who tended to the loud parties on school nights.

On the other side of me, in front is a guy who occasionally starts shouting furiously at no-one in particular. When I poked my head over the fence to check no cops needed calling he pleasantly explained he got a head injury a while back and has PTSD and bipolar (IIRC) and finds shouting to let out his frustrations is better than bottling them up. Other than this he's pretty quiet and keeps to himself. Last I heard he had a restraining order against the neighbours behind him.

Those guys. They're the ones who I'm most likely to mean if I just say "my neighbours". A het couple with three boys. And with physical and mental health issues and alcoholism and dependant on Work&Income. They were in "temporary housing" in Nelson, read a motel, from which they were kicked out when it was needed for tourists during the rugby season and they were sent to Christchurch in one of those "If you want to keep getting government money you have to move, you've got a week, and oh yeah your new house doesn't accept pets." The RSPCA couldn't take the dog and no other option could be found with that short notice than to put it down.

So occasionally I give K extra produce from the garden, or she comes over to ask to borrow $20. (Even more occasionally she pays it back, or brings me something from her freezer.)

And occasionally they get into a noisy verbal fight. Twice one of them's asked me to call the cops. (One of these times I suggested she stay the night.) Twice I couldn't be bothered going through that (waiting for the cops for a verbal domestic takes forever) so just waded on in and got/kept them in separate rooms to calm down. (One of these times I managed to get her to call the Are You OK helpline and went to keep her partner talking while she was at it. He was all "Everyone always thinks the woman's the victim" but when I offered him the phone number he blew me off, which could be a) toxic male socialisation or b) a pathetic attempt at gaslighting.)

And the fifth time, a few days ago, I was cooking and watching Star Trek Discovery and turned the volume up. Which was possibly a mistake because then I got woken at midnight by the police knocking on my door asking if K could stay over again. (The police made it very clear if I said no they'd tell her they couldn't wake me up. But when I asked (hoping the alternative would be for them to issue the protection order on her partner for a change) they also said the alternative was to take her to a detox cell. So.)

Also on the street, aside from the aforementioned three boys, are a pile of other kids. At least two families' worth. They all play together which is great. Occasionally they break one of my fence posts, but you can break one of the fence posts by breathing on it so I don't much care. However some of them in particular... don't seem to get boundaries, and occasionally wander around others' properties or riffle through mailboxes (this may actually have been the incident that precipitated the restraining order).

One of these is Deaf. I've occasionally attempted to sign with her, hampered by the minor detail that despite taking two NZSL courses I retain a very small handful of signs plus most of the fingerspelling alphabet. Also that one time I was giving peaches away to every neighbour I could find and made the mistake of piling her arms full first, asking questions second, not my cleverest moment.

Then there's a whole lot of other people who I only occasionally interact with if eg I've heard someone scream and go wandering to try and identify whether it was a murder or just an annoyed child.


Wednesday afternoon, after the long-aforementioned lunchroom discussion, I come home and the boy who appears to be the Deaf girl's younger brother greets me with "This is from your mailbox." Holding up a bag with a notebook and pen in it that I keep in my mailbox for the noting of messages in case of emergency. I said, "...Yes, yes it is," and put it back and went into my house.

Ten minutes later I'm grabbing a zucchini and some silverbeet from the garden when K comes over to give me a lovely gift set of nice sauces. My guess is that it came from someone's well-intentioned contribution to a food parcel, because she immediately asked if she could borrow some money. I happened to have the $20 she paid me back last time so gave her that.

Ten minutes later I'm chopping up vegetables for my dinner when the Deaf girl knocks on my door and shows me her broken scooter. I poke ineffectually at it for a while with various tools, then decide it really needs the nuts taken off which I can't do. So I'm halfway to next door to see if they have what it takes when I hear the distinctive sound of power tools. Immediately changing direction I find someone with an entire car-yard in his driveway. Once I've explained the situation he immediately agrees to fix it: "Anything for the neighbourhood kids."

Which I feel is a lovely end to the day.

But then as I'm cooking my dinner the Deaf girl comes back to ask my name. It takes her three goes before I understand but then we spend some time fingerspelling and then I confirm with paper just to be sure. (I'll call her H.) She takes this opportunity to wander through my entire house touching everything at which point I'm... what is going on here. I explain I'm eating and show her to the door.

Halfway through dinner she's back. I explain again that I'm eating. At some point this turns into a tour of the garden (it's now after dark). I start wondering if I've given her the impression that I'm going to give her something to eat, so grab a bunch of grapes off the vine for her and send her on her way.

Today I go to several neighbours both on this street and the street behind us to ask if anyone's seen my missing cat. (The majority of them ask "The black and white one?" Sadly no, but I know the one they mean.) When I'm back, K comes over to ask if she can borrow more money; I say I don't have any cash. (This is not strictly true to the extent that I do in fact have cash, but I also have limits. Poorly defined limits, but limits.)

As she goes, H comes and wants to hang out. Or something. I try to explain I can't and she seems to go away. For about five minutes. At some point I go and hide in one the spare bedroom to attempt to ignore the knocking on the door; it doesn't help much. I'd have gone to the library except it was closed for Anzac Day. I did take the opportunity to teach myself some NZSL online; unfortunately what I taught myself was "I'm busy doing stuff, sorry, go home."

On the bright side she does clearly understand when I sign this to her! Yay communication! She goes away and I breathe a sigh of relief. On the downside, she comes back again, and again, and again. (She knocked on the door again while I was writing the above paragraph.) I get the impression of a) some degree of intellectual disability, hard to be sure given my lack of NZSL but OMG boundaries, plus b) a bunch of loneliness such that being able to talk with someone who knows like six words including "go home" is really exciting.

I should go talk to her family and say actually I'd love to practice my pathetic NZSL with her, but, like, once a week max at a predetermined time. Or at least just on the footpath. It's just, I've already talked to more humans in the last 24 hours than I ideally prefer, and could happily go another month without any more interaction with any of my neighbours at all.


language practice returns

Apr. 24th, 2019 22:59
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Mainly because I have been sick since this morning. I hope tomorrow I will be able to handle solid food; I have been on liquids.

Joe and I have this concept of "lowest energy state." It's the thing that you can do mindlessly to soothe yourself when you're too tired/sick/whatever to do anything else. For Joe, it's either watching anime or playing computer games. For me, right now, it's doing basic origami or language practice. I did a lot of Duolingo Welsh/French/German/Korean today...

Corrections/comments welcome, as always. Cockamamie "translations" of what I was trying to say available on request.

Cymraeg, in the form of a dialogue between Jedao and Cheris:

- Jedao: Sut mae, Cheris! Dych chi'n prynu gŵydd? Dw i'n caru'r gŵydd.
- Cheris: Sut mae, Jedao! Sut dych chi?
- Jedao: Dw i wedi blino ar hyn o bryd. A chi?
- Cheris: Dw i wedi blino hefyd, i fod yn onest. Dw i ddim yn eisiau prynu gŵydd. Dw i eisiau prynu llwynog.
- Jedao: Llwynog dw i! Pryd dych chi'n eisiau fwyta yn y swyddfa? Dych chi eisiau cawl heddiw?
- Cheris: Nac ydw. Dw i eisiau bwyta siocled neu tangerine.
- Jedao: Dw i'n mynd i yfed cwrw neu wisgi. Dych chi'n mynd i'r gwaith?
- Cheris: Ydw. Athro dych chi?
- Jedao: Ydw. Athrawes dych chi?
- Cheris: Ydw. Amser i fynd. Neis i weld chi. Hwyl!
- Jedao: Hwyl! Gwela i chi fory.

Français, in the form of a dialogue between Jedao and Cheris:

- Jedao: Bonjour, Cheris! Comment ça va?
- Cheris: Je vais bien. Et vous?
- Jedao: Comme ci, comme ça. Que fais-tu maintenant? Est-ce tu t'amuses?
- Cheris: Peut-être. Je dois conquérir l'univers.
- Jedao: Hein! Moi aussi. Peut-être nous pouvons travailler ensemble?
- Cheris: Mais je ne vous fais pas confiance. Vous êtes un goupil!
- Jedao: Les goupils sont complètement digne de confiance!
- Cheris: ...
- Jedao: Hélàs, maintenant je dois faire les vacances avec mon ami Kujen.
- Cheris: Est-il vraiment ton ami? Avec les amis comme lui, vous n'avez pas besoin des ennemis.

Deutsch, in the form of a dialogue between Jedao and Cheris:

- Jedao: Guten Tag, Cheris! Wie geht's?
- Cheris: Es geht mir gut! Was essen wir heute?
- Jedao: Keine Ahnung. Ich esse nicht, weil ich tot bin. Erinnerst du dich nicht?
- Cheris: Ja, ich erinnere mich nun. Ich hoffe, dass wir Schokolade essen können.
- Jedao: Ich mag Schokolade nicht.
- Cheris: Können die Geister essen?
- Jedao: ...Nein. Aber wir können denken, dass Schokolade ist schlecht.

한글, in the form of a dialogue between Jedao and Cheris:

- 재다오: 안녕, 채리스! 어떠니?
- 채리스: 안녕하세요, 재다오대군! 오늘 바둑노리 하십니까?
- 재다오: 고양이 사고시퍼.
- 채리스: 무순고양이 원합니까?
- 재다오: 귀여운 고롱고롱하는고양이.
- 채리스: 재가 고양이를 어들껍니다.

(Wow, Jedao is way easier to write in Korean because formal verb endings, what do?)

日本語, in the form of a dialogue between Jedao and Cheris:

- ジェダオ: ようこそ、チェリス!私の家へ?
- チェリス:あなたの家はどこにありますか?
- ジェダオ:星にあります。あなたの友達と会いますか?
- チェリス:私は友達がありません。
- ジェダオ:私たちは友達です!
- チェリス:...
- ジェダオ:レストランで寿司を食べますか?
- チェリス:はい。

(Sorry, I ran out of steam because my vocabulary is terribad.)

...Wow, it's so weird how the formality levels play out in some of these languages. (I didn't attempt to do it in Welsh because I frankly don't know enough of the conjugations yet. I just got introduced to "Sut wyt ti?" as the informal version of "Sut dych chi?/Sut dach chi?")
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This morning when I woke was full of sunlight and spring blossom against the sky; now the view out my window is full of slate-blue steel-lighted clouds suggesting either imminent thunderstorm or sorcerous apocalypse, although the forecast tells me it's just going to be cold. The cherry blossoms are doing their impermanence thing and covering a block of our street with small fallen fragile pink petals. I didn't get a picture of them, which is all right.

Yesterday the buses were so terrible that [personal profile] spatch and I just walked to Davis Square so that I could make my doctor's appointment and he could get to work, in between which we had bowls of different kinds of soup (boat noodle, khao soi) at Dakzen. Today I walked to the library to discover that my traditional route of access—a concrete stair up the hill behind the high school—has been blocked off with chain-link and plywood, which with all the GLX going around makes me instantly nervous. I would prefer not to have to feel protective about every single piece of twentieth-century architecture within walking distance of my house, especially since some of it is objectively meh. The library's on the National Register of Historic Places, at least. I am fairly confident Eleanor Farjeon's The Glass Slipper (1955) is a novelized play like The Silver Curlew (1953); it has the same feel of translated pantomime, although I liked the other, sillier, more numinous story better. Samuel Fuller's Brainquake (2014) was gonzo and now I really want to read The Dark Page (1944).

I have been sleeping very badly for weeks, but last night I zonked out at something halfway resembling a reasonable hour and dreamed of rafting down the Charles, which I don't know if anyone actually does. Then I dreamed of rafting down canals which are currently train tracks; awake I recognized one from the commuter rail, one from the Orange Line, both rather attractively framed between Venice-walls of brick. I hope that wasn't prophecy.

This first-century cameo of Minerva looks amazingly over everyone's nonsense.
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The Umbrella Academy, Vol. 1: The Apocalypse Suite, written by Gerard Way, art by Gabriel Bá, and colors by Dave Stewart.

Cheerfully nuts, but controlled—mostly. Seven extraordinary infants are adopted by an eccentric scientist and trained to fight...crime? Robots? Threats from outer space? Super villains? Alien super villains? Robots? It's not super clear, but you get the gist. This world also has hyper-intelligent chimpanzees and a moon base, so it's got some science fiction elements to it while still having a retro feel, and I like the resultant mood, a kind of nostalgic futurism. The art does a lot of fun stuff with this in the background.

I love the character design, especially that of 1 and 5. The proportions of Spaceboy's Martian ape body are very pleasing to me. That huge chest and the tiny legs and head. I can't get enough of it. The art has an old school feel, reminiscent of Dave Gibbons's work in Watchmen—again with the background details—though Stewart's colors are much more rich and layered. The storytelling reminds me of Alan Moore, too, though with more of an early Promethea feel.

I'm interested in what this is doing (especially Séance—more of him please) and where it's going, except, under all the flash and primates, it's just another comic book filled with white dudes. The Indian manservant (very Wes Anderson and not in a good way) isn't even named in the text and if he speaks at all, it's to provide directions. And then there are the women. All three of them. Because women only make up 30% of the population, right? This is why you have to manufacture your own out of dress forms and wheels. Then Vanya, who isn't given near enough motivation to destroy the world, by the way, spends most of the book naked. She's introduced to us naked (as a baby) then again (as an adult) while wearing a thong and sitting with her legs spread. We see so much of her ass. Especially later when she's redesigned to be naked all the time. If you're going to be like that, where's the male nudity? Also there's a bigger question about the kind of violence done against the female characters in this book and how it compares to the injuries sustained by the men.

Still I did enjoy this and want to know more. I'll be reading the next volume.

Contains: blood, dead bodies, exploding heads, violence, dub-con body mod, dub-con kiss, mind control.

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Apr. 24th, 2019 18:17
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A friend of mine just self-pubbed her first Western, A Woman of Worth, a delightfully tropey historical romance which features:

- not one, but two separate fake engagements!
- one of which involves a completely imaginary fiancé!
- an overwhelmingly responsible heroine who spends the entire book Consumed by a Minimally Dark Secret!
- kidnapping!
- marriage of convenience!
- romantic bonding over faking the death of a small child! (for the greater good, of course)

Less tropily, it also includes:
- lots of strong sibling relationships
- a major plotline about dealing with a parent with dementia, which does not get magically fixed by the end of the book
- sort of a spoiler )

This is very much a Western Historical Romance that is interested in leaning into the required beats rather than subverting them, which may or may not be the sort of thing you like. However if you want to spend a very enjoyable few hours watching two serious and socially awkward eldest siblings play 'I'm too responsible to date you!' chicken with each other, this is currently ninety-nine cents to purchase and I'm only sorry I was too impatient to save it for my upcoming plane ride this Friday.

back soon, maybe?

Apr. 24th, 2019 16:00
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Popping in to say that I have cataract surgery scheduled for the end of next month. (Yay!) I hope to be around more after that, when it'll be easier to use a computer. (I currently read DW on my phone, but I hate typing posts or long comments on it.) I do use Twitter a lot, because shorter posts are easier. I'm @gavestonsfrolic over there. Lots of US politics and trans issues, but I'd love to have more fannish people to talk to.
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I would like your best recs for in-depth articles, studies, or books on the most cutting-edge current knowledge about nutrition, body weight, and health.

I am NOT interested in basic articles about very well-known ideas like fat will kill you, carbs will kill you, meat will kill you, anything your grandma wouldn't recognize as food such as everything but cabbage and turnips will kill you, etc.

I am also NOT interested in articles with a primarily political bent (i.e., "pushing diets on women is based on sexism/capitalism not science;") I agree with that, but I'm looking for stuff where the meat is science and the politics is the side dish rather than the reverse.

I'm looking for more in-depth, up-to-date information on topics including but not limited to...

- Do we actually know anything about nutrition, given the every-five-year swings between "eggs are cardioprotective/eggs are a heart attack on a plate," "fat is the Devil/carbs are the Devil," etc? If so, what is it and how do we know it?

- What is the actual science on grains (and no, I don't mean Wheat Belly)?

- What is the best and most cutting-edge knowledge on gaining strength?

- What is the actual science on the causes of Type 2 diabetes, why its prevalence has risen so much, and its association with obesity?

- What is the actual knowledge of the diet and health of "cavemen?"

- What is the actual science on being fat, thin, and in-between in terms of health? For instance, is it better to be fat and active than "normal weight" and sedentary? (I know the answer but I'm looking for something that goes into this in-depth.)

- What is the deal with "calorie reduction makes you healthier and live longer" vs. "dieting is bad for you?"

I'm already familiar with Michael Pollan, Barbara Ehrenreich, Mark's Daily Apple, Diet Cults, Body of Truth, and The Starvation Experiment. And lots more but those are the things I get recced a lot already.
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Unbound: Transgender Men and the Remaking of Identity by Arlene Stein (Author)

four of four stars

print, ebook

Appreciated this book, aimed at cis folks like me. review and long quote )

Beetroot lentil salad

Apr. 24th, 2019 13:02
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1 tin green lentils, drained
circa 2 peeled cooked small beetroots, finely chopped (I use the pre-cooked vacuum-packed ones because they are a boon to humanity
circa 1/4 to 1/2 red onion, chopped
handful or two green leafy stuff (spinach, wild garlic, mixed salad leaves, whatever you have that can be eaten raw)
optional: hard goat's cheese, cubed -- as much as you want! keep adding until it looks right to you!


2 tbsp olive oil
2 tbsp cider vinegar
1 or 2 tsp wholegrain mustard
pinch salt, pinch black pepper
optional: 1 pinch to 1 tsp curry powder, depending on heat of curry powder and personal preference

Mix the dressing, pour over everything else. Lasts reasonably well in the fridge without going soggy (though the beetroot will start tinting the other ingredients pink). This is excellent with some eggs fried in olive oil and put on top.

N.B. I am ambivalent at best about beetroot, so anything that makes me choose to eat it has to be pretty good.

Reading Wednesday

Apr. 24th, 2019 07:02
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Recently Finished
Death by Dumpling by Vivien Chien: This is the first book in that cozy mystery series about a Chinese restaurant! As people have asked, there aren't recipes in the book. Sorry! I know that's a cozy mystery convention but not here. I'd consider this a light read (though I guess most cozies are) but it was refreshing to see all the cultural aspects incorporated -- not just within the family but also within the Chinese-American community. I put a library hold on the next one in the series!

Currently Reading
I'd been planning to read a couple Victoria Schwab books but I'm not in the mood. I'm currently drafting a YA fantasy right now and I'm just not wanting to read any YA or fantasy at the moment.

What's Next
I have a bunch of thrillers from BotM in my TBR pile so I'll try those, I guess. They're not YA or fantasy, so hopefully they'll stick. Even manga hasn't been doing it for me!

Daily Happiness

Apr. 24th, 2019 00:34
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1. I had super delicious chicken karaage for lunch. One nice thing about the long day of meetings is that since there's a set lunch break I'm more likely to actually eat lunch, and there are quite a few good options.

2. With all the driving I've been doing this month I'm set to get around $300 for my mileage reimbursement check.

3. Look at this Chloe tongue!

'Cause we're going fishing

Apr. 24th, 2019 00:52
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Dean C. Marcial and Brett Potter's Sea Devil (2014) is a weird tale in nine minutes, a sketch of a sea-haunting on the model of great gulfs and depths and strangenesses of which the just-skimmed surface is all we ever see; it's been working on me like pearl-grit since I watched it. I can't tell if I'm missing the key. I can't tell if there is one. The effect is sort of a miniaturized Mary Celeste courtesy of Robert Aickman. Sort of.

There may be a clue in the film's tagline: Immigration is hell. What do you call a coyote when he works across open water instead of desert borders? That's the American skipper of the Carrie Lynn (Antoni Corone), accepting a fat envelope of bills to run a Cuban father and daughter (Mario Ernesto Sánchez and Taylor Rouviere) overnight into Miami as if they were the crew of his shrimp trawler, rigging the nets and picking through dumped weed and bycatch of crabs to the clang and clatter of the winch and the engine, the low hum of sodium light, and the reggae lilt of Sister Nancy's "Bam Bam." And then the apophenia kicks in. He's much too corporeal for a ghost, this beautiful young man scraped off the seabed with barnacles crusting his brown skin like cowries and a wet fringe of weed and tangled shells trailing from the stumps of both knees and one wrist (he is played by real-life triple amputee Moise Brutus), but what in the shape of this story is he? Put me back, he repeats ever more urgently in a language no one else on the boat understands, heaving for breath like a landed fish; his skin glistens stickily. We are all dead. Does he mean the people on the boat with him, the people under the water where he came from? His face swirled with barnacles like tribal scars, his shoulders patched with sea-growth recall the coral-colonized sculptures of Jason deCaires Taylor, whose Vicissitudes (2007) was not after all a tribute to the dead of the Middle Passage; where did he come from? What to do now he's here? "We got to help him," the father says to the skipper. "Why don't you go help him?" the skipper says back. Neither of them move. The girl at the tiller sings aimlessly in the windy night. The skipper stares at the palm of the hand that touched the sea-stranger, grabs the shotgun with it. Propped against the railing, his skin drying, the stranger gasps, She's coming for me—

It feels important to me that we never see clearly or even properly understand her, even in the film's final moments of voices rising like a storm-babble out of the overcast, empty, translucently green sea, though that sense of fractured pattern means I can't tell if any of the associations the last shot evokes for me were the filmmakers' intentions. I wondered about anglerfish. I thought of Peter Maxwell Davies' The Lighthouseit smells of cold sea-graves in here, of sea-wrecks, of sea-death. The sea shall give up her dead. This film is based on true events, the opening titles informed us, but which ones? The trawler found drifting in Biscayne Bay? The exploitation of immigrants? Refugees lost at sea, enslaved captives thrown overboard? Who's the title, even? American hauntings, American drownings; it makes more of a prose poem than a narrative, but I'm still thinking about it. One of the features I'm enjoying about the Criterion Channel lately is its wealth of short films I might not otherwise run into, but fortunately for recommendation purposes this one is also freely streaming. I wouldn't mind seeing it at a festival someday, both for the practical effects of the stranger and the close-quarters sea-sway of the cinematography by Noah Chamis. The small, isolated fragility of the trawler is a constant, the vast abyss of the sea that upholds it, and yet one shot of the Carrie Lynn seen from underneath, silhouetted by her own smoky, rippling, amniotic light, is as powerful for beauty and menace as anything in a deep-sea documentary. This catch brought to you by my enigmatic backers at Patreon.

reading wednesday

Apr. 23rd, 2019 21:23
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Current reading: the memoir, at 47%. Maybe I should find some similarly not-dense non-fiction with which to follow it, since this goes much faster than any fiction has for the past year and a half. Why is easy: the memoir reports familiar-sounding patterns. :/ And then I typed and deleted ~800 words, heh, because they are boring and a bit ranty. Their chief use is in my having typed them to look at.

I've also moved from 2% to 6.2% of Ann Cleeves's Thin Air, huzzah, despite its starting scenario (which has thwarted me twice), because now I am past the scenario. Jimmy Perez has shown up, and Willow Reeves shall as well. *crawls* *hauls self up rock face with fingernails*

Over dinner, it amused me to offer pint-sized office hours for Reason's assigned reading. She's blocked on writing a short paragraph that recommends a book for an award (as an end run upon kids saying flatly, "I liked it"). I think it's this one. Finally, she admitted that she finds the book too simplistic and can't recommend it, "but the pictures are pretty good." Well, it'd be possible to rec just the illustrations....

gist of what I've typed/dropped )

some books I'm looking forward to

Apr. 23rd, 2019 22:36
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Cat Sebastian's A Little Light Mischief and Olivia Waite's The Lady's Guide to Celestial Mechanics look lovely! I also can't wait for KJ Charles' Proper English! *pokes internet in search of a way to preorder it*

(and I love that I keep finding out about new historical f/f romances)

will in overplus

Apr. 23rd, 2019 22:40
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Today is Shakespeare Day! The tradition in recent years, on Shakespeare Day, has been to post one sonnet and one poem that is not by Shakespeare, but relates in some way to Shakespeare. This year, a pun-filled sonnet (sometimes the sonnets are really ludicrous), and an incredible poem that I was introduced to by a friend, which has some things to say about Hamlet.

Whoever hath her wish, though hast they Will )

you knew no human thing you did not know even how to breathe )
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...or at least it was when I got home after supper tonight. I've managed to shift it around at least somewhat, so it's not all on the floor ("all" meaning "all the manga that actually lives in my office", since there's another bookcase in the spare room).

After our first scheduled appointment to have heat pumps installed was canceled due to rain, it was rescheduled to today, and for some reason it actually happened even though it rained like hell today. ([personal profile] scruloose theorizes that it's because the first day's rain included a lot of wind and some thunder and lightning, and today's didn't, and ladders were involved.)

I wasn't home for the work being done (thankfully), and the good news is that a) AFAIK it's all looking good (one small component is still on order), b) the overall upheaval was relatively minimal given how much this is going to theoretically change the place (overhaul of the heating system, plus the addition of A/C and dehumidifying), and c) the cats seem to have made it through their day confined to the spare room with minimal upset, although they're clearly not pleased.

But what we had not really expected--because [personal profile] scruloose tried to find out in advance, and it sounded like it ~probably~ wouldn't be a problem--was that my office bookcases would need to be completely unloaded, unbolted from the wall, and moved. (The theory had been that there was enough room above the bookcases for the installers to work.) And thus the manga wound up covering an alarming amount of the floor (under dropcloths).

It...it looks like less manga when it's all semi-tidily shelved. On the floor, it appears infinite. And now it's pretty badly out of order (not as badly as it could've been! [personal profile] scruloose took a decent stab at keeping series together despite having several contractors waiting on the shelves being emptied), and there was no good way to preserve the "system" I had going where the volumes lying flat in stacks were the ones I hadn't read. And I've been slowly pruning the collection back further, which I would've sped up had I known I would have to reorganize it all.

I guess now is really the time to decide whether I'm going to shake up my system and separate out all the series I've worked on into their own section of the shelves, rather than keeping them interspersed with everything else.

The day also involved the aforementioned (kinda chilly) rain, my work computer taking an hour to update before I could do anything at the office, and going with [personal profile] scruloose to get our taxes done. (We really like our accountant. We really like the things that result from paying taxes, like roads and education and basically everything. But the actual moment of "we owe HOW much???" [because of how I manage my freelance stuff] is still very, very painful.)

BUT after all that, we went out for ramen and things with Ginny, Kas, and Sea, and getting to hang out and have tasty food was lovely, and it was excellent weather for having ramen in.

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Apr. 23rd, 2019 20:00
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I finished Ann Leckie's The Raven Tower!

As I said on Twitter: massive respect for Ann Leckie's mineral protagonist progression from 'passive-aggressive AI' to 'literally just a very sulky rock.'

I'll admit it took me some time to come round on the sulky rock, but then the rock insisted on being hauled halfway across the continent in a large unwieldy carriage out of sheer bloody-mindedness despite several protestations from annoyed divine friends, and suddenly I loved that rock. We are all what we are.

Technically something that may be a spoiler )

As with Ancillary Justice, I found this a slow build and an increasingly rewarding one as it went on. Things that Ann Leckie clearly likes and is good at, in combination with mineral protagonists:
- unusual and somewhat deliberately distancing narration
- non-human entities moved to action by feelings of affection and responsibility towards specific humans
- very long-game revenge plots
- careful plot-relevant linguistic exploration! MY FAVORITE PART

Some ending thoughts that are definitely spoilers )

A Very Important Poll

Apr. 23rd, 2019 20:48
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A question that came up as a result of both my going through my local history books and an argument Mom and I had on our mini-road-trip out to South Jersey:

Poll #21872 Important Poll
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 91

Which is more correct:

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We drove to the Chesapeake Bay
20 (24.7%)

We drove to Chesapeake Bay
61 (75.3%)

Which is more correct:

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We drove to the San Francisco Bay
26 (31.0%)

We drove to San Francisco Bay
58 (69.0%)

Which is more correct:

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We drove to the Hudson Bay
16 (19.5%)

We drove to Hudson Bay
66 (80.5%)

Which is more correct:

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We drove to the Delaware Bay
25 (32.5%)

We drove to Delaware Bay
52 (67.5%)

Which is more correct:

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We drove to the Monterey Bay
7 (8.3%)

We drove to Monterey Bay
77 (91.7%)

Which is more correct:

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We drove to the bay
60 (69.0%)

We drove to the Bay
27 (31.0%)

Which is more correct

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We drove down to the bay
64 (90.1%)

We drove up to the bay
7 (9.9%)

Which is more correct

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We drove toward the bay on the 80
33 (40.2%)

We drove toward the bay on 80
49 (59.8%)

You are from:

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the Bay Area or nearby
17 (19.1%)

the Tidewater or nearby
7 (7.9%)

7 (7.9%)

Somewhere else on the West Coast
15 (16.9%)

Somewhere else on the East Coast
21 (23.6%)

Somewhere else in North America
26 (29.2%)

Somewhere primarily English-speaking other than North America
13 (14.6%)

I don't speak English as my primary language and y'all need to sort your stuff out
6 (6.7%)

5 (5.6%)


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