It is probably first in a sequence of poems in the same Toby Daye AU. Ack.
It is probably first in a sequence of poems in the same Toby Daye AU. Ack.
Last night, I dreamed I was at a Cornish-speaking event and I actually spoke in Cornish when someone asked me about something I was doing!
It was a bit slow and halting as I searched for words and the right conjugation, but I was speaking Cornish in (near) real time, to another person, and I remember feeling rather proud of myself for that!
I went to Masonville to take care of the horses, because Neal and Mungo are skiing. Passion is very old and very thin. I think this is the third winter we've said that we'll be surprised if she makes it through. Today, I'll be surprised if I see her tomorrow. I brought her a bowl of oatmeal, but she wasn't interested. I pulled some big knots out of her mane. It's superstitious to think that knots will bind you and untying them will release you, but, you know. Tomorrow I'll go back with a comb and without the dogs, who were being annoying.
I slithered out of there pronto, because that's just ridiculous. And I was going to contact them to say so, but I figured they must have hundreds of people doing that and they'd be bored rigid by the endless nagging (I know somewhat of how other awards are managed, and there are reasons - not necessarily good reasons, but reasons - why they are seemingly unresponsive to change), so in the end I just dropped a mildly snarky comment into James' LJ and left it at that.
And not very much later at all, he posted a reply to say that they'd altered the wording in response, so that the paperback category is now paperbacks and e-books, yay!
I think that is so cool, that they were willing and able to respond so swiftly and so satisfyingly. I am deeply chuffed with myself, with James and with the ASFA which administers the Chesleys.
And I have been over there to make a couple of suggestions on their form, and so should you.
*What's that you say? Self-interest? Nah, I just think it's a fabulous cover. T'other one I hold dear from last year isn't even on a book I had anything to do with, bar a blurb on the back cover to say how good it was.
Of the three people who have thus far critiqued my poem, all three have failed to recognize that it's a villanelle.
I need a facepalm icon. Because that is the only thing I am capable of just now.
ETA: four for four.
So I position myself as caretaker and as advisor; I listen well and carefully and I offer opinions and I try very hard indeed not to "impose", even in the slightest, by requesting (or expecting!) reciprocation.
This is, as it turns out, a really bad basis for an equal and mutually-supportive relationship.
I'm autistic and I'm an abuse survivor; I have learned, over and over, that people are a system, and if I can model them well enough I might be okay.
So I learned to model them; I learned to game them; and because I am me, I can do this really well, and really very consciously.
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Due to mould issues with the existing loaf, made bread with the 3 Malts and Sunflower flour during the week.
Saturday breakfast rolls: basic buttermilk, strong white and cornmeal, mostly medium, a little coarse from the end of a packet.
Today's lunch: plaice fillets baked with a stuffing of breadcrumbs tossed in melted butter with sumac, asparagus roasted in olive oil and drizzled with pomegranate molasses, and tat soi stirfried in goosefat.
No bread baked today, maybe during the week.
Zoya Singh Solanki works in advertising and ends up having breakfast a couple of times with the Indian cricket team, who have a sponsorship deal with one of her clients ahead of the imminent World Cup. The last time India won the tournament was the moment Zoya was born - this combined with unexpected victories for the team after breakfasting with Zoya leads to some players seeing her as a lucky charm. This leads to the IBCC paying for Zoya to go with the to Australia and bring them luck for the World Cup. Not everyone is convinced, least of all the handsome and famous team captain, Nikhil Khoda.
The romance subplot is ( mild spoilers )
The cricket thread is a lot of fun. I'm a casual fan of cricket and a bad amateur player; Zoya supposedly dislikes cricket but her narration betrays a lot of knowledge of the game anyway. I loved the descriptions of Indian national enthusiasm, especially by comparison with Australia's "cricket fever". The characterisation of the various players is great, several apart from Nikhil are major characters, but even the minor ones are more than just a name to make up the squad, with consistent play and behaviour over a number of matches.
The supporting cast, oh my! The other team members, Zoya's father, brother, aunts horrible and kind, her work colleagues, the player's agent, the IBCC chair ... there's a lot of characters in this book but I had little difficulty keeping them straight, which I think is another sign of Chauhan's skill.
And the language! I've read reviews saying it was offputting, but for me, it was easier than adjusting to Austen's English, or some of the more fiercely historically-accurate Heyers. It's full of slang and code-switching and bits of a language I don't understand, but almost all of it makes sense in context. Occasionally I google-translated some of the Hindi out of interest but I rapidly found I didn't need to. (There is I think just one line in mixed Hindi/English towards the end of the book which does make Zoya's actions a bit more explicable once translated.)
And I found it very funny, and occasionally biting, for example this description of some of the sports agents:
or this bit in Australia
There's a bit where Zoya is about to arrive in Australia and has a minor panic at being in a strange country:
As a unilingual white person I felt a bit got-at by this passage; and then I thought maybe it was an intentional inversion of the trope of White People Abroad panicking that they won't understand the language.
[Two children grinning at the camera in bright sunlight, in front of some crocuses]
They were especially keen on the swings, either with me pushing them both:
[Same two children sitting together on a large round swing, one looking up, one looking down]
or with Charles playing big brother:
[The older child is mid-push of the younger in a baby swing; in the background all the play equipment basks in the sun]
- that would have had me nervously backing away even in my salad days.
What is wrong with meal and a movie, really?
Still having brief windows of connection and lots of downtime - which leads to a certain terseness in posting - but at least have contacted a telephone engineer.
Theoretically it caches whatever I'm using the most, and as I'm probably not using more than 30Gig of data regularly, that seems like a reasonable time/money trade-off.
It's tricky for me to trust the software it runs with, though, when it shows me images like this:
Where it's somehow telling me that the cumulative amount read from the normal hard drive has _dropped_. Now, if it was telling me that that was the cumulative amount read in the last couple of hours then I could see why it would drop. But the cumulative amount since boot?
*Zero points will be awarded to the first person that tells me to upgrade my 1GB HD to an SSD. Unless they also offer me the £500-odd necessary to pay for it.
For a brief understanding why dates and times are so complex, watch this. It's theoretically about computers, but actually it's mostly about the fact that questions like "How much time passed between this date and that date" are not actually simple at all.
In no particular order you get the Sidney Crosby/Egveni Malkin list.
lives to live through season by oflights . Kid fic. Geo wishes unconsciously for a magic baby and it arrives. Adorable and fluffly AU. Almost 10 000 words.
The World Was Built For Two by ChibiRHM . AU of the soul bond variety. A little over 10 000 words.
Hanging With the Unloved Kids by ChibiRHM . A long one but worth the time. Almost 50 000 words of Sidney coming to terms with the fact that he needs more than hockey in his life.
First Day of My Life by ChibiRHM . A little over 15 000 words of adorable kid fic AU. Sidney gets a kid.
sing a lullabye by hapakitsune . Sidney is a great babysitter.
you'll never have to wonder by nebulia . AU of the soul bond telepathy variety. You need to be logged in at AO3 to read it.
Ah well. Since I'm making a post of this, might as well recommend the fantastic BackStory with the American History Guys episode On the Clock: A (Brief) History of Time (especially the second segment re: standardization of time in America), and William Kentridge's extraordinary The Refusal of Time installation currently showing at the ICA in Boston. I don't have good words yet to express what it's like to experience the 30-minute loop of the latter, but oh, it moved me & blew my mind open like a sea-change, a frame-shift, time wound and unwinding beneath my feet until I was undone and saturated with wonder sharp and awe like dancing knives. I would like to go see it again myself, some time soon. If you're in the area, make the time.
Also, the show just prompted me to google and to discover that apparently there really were Arctic dinosaurs. Apparently scientific knowledge about dinosaurs (which I'd thought were cold-blooded!) has evolved since I was a kid. Who knew?
Date: March 6, 2014
Source: Georgia Institute of Technology
Summary: Scientists have created a robotic drumming prosthesis with motors that power two drumsticks. The first stick is controlled both physically by the musicians’ arms and electronically using electromyography (EMG) muscle sensors. The other stick 'listens' to the music being played and improvises.
***Shopped at the Wedge Coop and Steeple People Thrift Store.
Attended Adult Children Anonymous meeting.
Rachel Stassen-Berger of the Strib covers that diversity endorsement by the GOP for the House seat held by DFL Rep. Phyllis Kahn: "Over the weekend, local Minneapolis Republicans endorsed Abdimalik Mohamed Askar in his run for state House in Minneapolis. His name might be familiar: he ran for president of Somalia a few years ago. Republican Party chair Keith Downey said he is the first Somali-American the party has backed."
In a brazen attempt to "bring home the bacon," meat producer Oscar Mayer has come up with an iPhone app that doubles as an alarm clock and gives off the sound and scent of sizzling slices of pig loin and belly.
San Jose Mercury News
Written by Pat May
And that links up with what sara was saying earlier this week about it being fine to do covers in music, while proper writers are supposed to compose their own. And that music has been doing genderswap since forever. And that it is International Women's Day.
Have some more. I discovered Lucy Ward from being given the BBC Folk Awards CD a couple of years ago and my favourite thing on it is her version of Maids when you're young never wed an old man, which I have to say has a lot more impact when sung by yer actual girl than it did when the Dubliners did it. Or the Corries (there is a version up there with mouth organs and audience sniggering). And then I found she did a version of Pulp's Common People as well, which works surprisingly well as a folk ballad.
Otherwise today I have had an enormous fried breakfast for lunch in the cafe with family and been for an hour and a half's walk by myself. Spring is in the air and there were lambs and primroses and three of my daffodils have come up. It has been raining for so long that an hour and a half's walk now makes my legs ache. I shall have to do more of it.
- White Collar (tv) / Birds of Prey, Elizabeth Burke, details
- Rivers of London, Lesley May, Sappho's fragment 16
- Literary Trysts It Gives Me Great Joy To Think About RPF, Jane Austen/Emily Dickinson, in want
- Wonder Woman (comics) / Elementary (tv), any, truth
- Beasts of the Southern Wild, Hushpuppy, like father like daughter
- Greek Mythology / Robinson Crusoe, Ariadne, lessons from the leaving of Theseus
- Any Batman-related canon, Barbara Gordon, book cart drill team
- Narnia, Susan, queen of the department
- Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Joyce Summers, alternate career
- Elementary (tv), Joan Watson, historical misconceptions about the 'king bee'The Glamourist Histories, Melody, making place
ETA: as per rthstewart's suggestion in the comments,
Chronicles of Narnia: Polly Plummer, in the days when Sherlock Holmes still lived at 221B Baker Street
I will not be completing any of these on International Women's Day today, mind, unless I am slacking on the work I actually need to get done today, but spam me with prompts anyway.
I'm taking October Daye, Yu-Gi-Oh!, and original fic.
Paul's Pontifications brings us a review of the "War on Terror" as if it were a television show.
"The man who destroyed America's ego" is a piece about the rise and fall of the psychological research into self-esteem in the U.S. and all of its key researchers.
I don't usually bore people with local stuff in my linkspams, but this is a really interesting story: in one of my city's downtown subway stations, there's a very old and (justifiedly) controversial mural depicting Canada's First Nations residential schools past in a positive light. But as demands from local First Nations groups to dismantle it have grown louder and louder, the city has decided instead to leave it up and commission a response piece from a First Nations artist to stand beside it. (It's a really interesting contrast to me between this and Certain Other Places I've lived where a problematic past has tended to get swept clean by changing all the names and tearing down all the monuments.)
The Washington Post brings us a diagram depicting the most commonly spoken languages in the U.S. between 1980 and 2010 that shows which languages have grown in strength and which have suffered.
The Huffington Post's Suzy Struthner did some extensive research into how far in advance people should book flights from the U.S. if you're looking to save the maximum amount of money.
As a non-parent, I am not the intended audience for this "open letter to parents who post stuff like this", speaking out against the "give your children all of your time" Facebook shares, but I'm selfishly cheering it on anyway.
If you're a writer looking to get some idea of whether a word or phrase was common in the time period your story is set, an Ngrams search of Google Books won't solve your problem entirely, but it can give you some valuable data. (Thanks, firecat!)
Mostly, this Inside Higher Education piece called "Why Faculty Members Work So Much" reminds me of how much better Canadian academics still have it than American ones, even in this day and age (not that it doesn't feel familiar, but I am definitely still in the position that if I'm working too hard, it's entirely my own damn fault). But it's still worth reading.
The guy from the Salt Lake Tribune who really likes The Americans is worried that current events are going to make it more difficult for the U.S. audience to sympathize with the show's main characters. I hadn't thought about that potential issue before, but now it's totally going to keep me up nights. I mean, some of you will remember what happened to West Wing when "current events" intervened--the show was never the same again, and the fandom was totally devastated! (I actually trust the writers of The Americans far more than I ever trusted Aaron Sorkin, to be clear; it's the viewership I'm worried about.)
And speaking (sort of) of The Americans, here's a fascinating video in which a young woman speaks nonsense words in a bunch of different languages and language varieties in order to demonstrate what they sound like to outsiders. Apparently she's Finnish. If she'd grown up a couple of countries east of there, I sure as hell know what her job would be now. *g*
The air date has been set for the Bomb Girls movie that's supposedly going to tie up the dangling storylines: Thursday, March 27th.
Buzzfeed has a funny video that gives us things cats do that would be creepy if you did them.
And here's The Poke on the dangers that missing commas can present to newscasters reading teleprompters.
This last piece is not recent, but it's one of the only decent English-language articles I've been able to find about the subject matter in the German link below: in September of 2012, two Russian illegals were arrested in Germany after having posed as Austrians since the Cold War years. One fascinating point is that they were posing as a married couple and had a biological child who didn't know about their jobs, so as you might imagine I am dying to share the story as it progresses with my fellow fans of The Americans! Sadly, though, all the good stuff is written in German, so if you read German at all, it's worth giving the below link a shot.
So, yes. This piece from Russland Heute gives us an update on the above situation (it's a German translation of this Russian article from Kommersant): The couple is still in Germany, in prison, the authorities still don't know their true identities, and negotiations are going on behind the scenes to trade them in a "spy exchange" for German agents currently in Russian prisons. This is also the first piece I've read that's given any detail about their daughter, now 23, who is apparently also still living in Germany--something that I find curious because Germany doesn't automatically grant citizenship based on birthplace. Anyway, it's worth reading if you're interested in this sort of thing.
I have worked it out some. A large part of it is that I am spending an awful lot of my energy (motive and social) just getting into work and managing office niceties. But there's another contribution, and that is getting to just sit very quietly in the same room as someone I know well and like a lot. When I'm living at my parental abode, my mum and I play Scrabble most evenings: I sit with a book or some work, she reads or bimbles about doing housework while I'm thinking about my move, and we talk only intermittently. For most of undergrad, Awesome Housemate C was camped out on either my sofa or my bed, quietly getting on with her stuff while I got on with mine, plus - again - occasional bits of chat/making each other tea.
(Additional issue: my mum is offline at the moment and will be for another week or so, probably, so I'm Predictably Fretting about not hearing from her even though I know why. It is at least less intense than normal.)
I think I either need to work out how to build more of this kind of time into my life, or work out how to notice when I'm already getting it outside the kinds of structures that I'm already used to interpreting that way. Also, probably, to grit my teeth and actually use my wheelchair more, which will result in less exhaustion.
Deeply curious as to how you all manage this (and if this kind of social time is a thing other folk need!).
* Locate purple yarn.
* Put on clothing.
* Render my stuff somewhat more comfortably portable.
* Conventional entertainments.
I've been having fun with the little stampy thing that I have in place of pre-printed business cards. I have pages in a little notebook pre-stamped. It's a fun low-tech thing that tends to result in "ooo nifty" rather than making me look like a tool. I hope.
Day was fun. Panels. Crocheting. Dinner. A rapid dash for the BART station when I checked the time. Whee!
Initial thoughts: FFS, why do people* on the internet have to get so damn defensive when their notions of appropriate behaviour are challenged?
(* and I'm sure it isn't solely white people, but y'know, cursory skim-reading and overwhelming majority, etc.)
MetaFilter came up trumps with the most reasonable discussion in the end, fairly unsurprisingly, with many commenters pointing out that body mods are a part of modern queer culture (although I wonder if that may be appropriation in itself - I need to do more thinking/poking Google/research…) and also that simply being aware of cultural appropriation and the history of piercings, gauging and tattoos is - well, not a get out of jail free card, but at least less damaging than just blithely and obliviously sticking needles in yourself because "it looks nice". Or something.
I really should have had a coffee before leaving home this morning…
ETA: having done some research this afternoon, I've learned more about both the history and different cultural significances of each of my piercings, and cultural appropriation, and come to the conclusion that I am keeping my jewellery in and owning the cultural exchange that I've participated in so far. Also, some of my piercings actually mean more to me now than they did before, which I'm extra happy about.