I'm still thinking on the idea of angelic punishment, Lucifer's raison d'etre, because what does it accomplish, really, in the end? Those harmed by the punishee were still harmed, and will still suffer from it; that is not changed, and especially if the victim is dead, what do they gain? It all depends on your feelings about revenge, I suppose. Is the punishment of a criminal an act of justice, or is it merely a momentary strike against pain that already occurred? Punishment and justice can be very different things.
In boring news, my thigh still hurts; I discovered this by not taking a night dose of anti-inflammatory for two nights in a row and self-assessing each morning.
I complain about exercising when I'm forcing myself to get moving and go, but I also complain when I cannot exercise, because there is no winning here. I would really appreciate the stress relief and sense of virtue that comes after a workout.
I probably won't play softball this week, even though we have two games. Agh.
Hopefully, all my muscles will not dissipate by the time I have no more resting pain/ache and can once again drag myself to the gym.
I did read three books this week, which hasn't happened in a while.
Going out to dinner with friends tonight, which ought to cheer me up.
Also, a big deadline at dayjob yesterday appears to have gone okay. Go me.
Tomorrow night there is a storytelling event at a coffee house from 7 to 9. "The event will showcase a selection of community storytellers sharing stories on the theme of food and farm. We’ve invited six storytellers — writers, poets, performers, journalists, speakers — to prepare true, personal stories and share them in front of a live audience." I'd like to go. I am always interested in anything that could help me become a better storyteller.
I could skip rounds.
I could leave rounds 10 minutes early and go to both, but I hate getting up when everyone else is still sitting patiently, and also that would be a very long evening for me.
I could just stay home. Staying home is always good.
Saturday was Night Music, playing the following on period instruments with a pick-up choir for the last two pieces:
Mozart: Divertimento, K. 138
Mozart: Oboe Quartet, K. 370
Joseph Haydn: Trio, Hob XI:80
Michael Haydn, Divertimento for oboe, viola, and violone, MH 179
Mozart: Ave Verum Corpus, K. 618
Mozart: Te Deum, K. 141
I've memorized "Ave Verum Corpus," but never sung K. 141, so I really enjoyed hearing that. My favorite was K. 370, terrifyingly virtuosic for the oboe, full of moments of WTF amazement.
Sunday was Arcana New Music Ensemble, performing:
Oliver Messiaen: Le traquet stapazin (no. 4 of Catalogue d'oiseaux)
Franco Donatoni: Fili
John Cage: Two
John Cage: Aria
Kenneth Amis: Interludes I-IV
Stefan Wolpe: Quartet for Trumpet, Tenor Saxophone, Percussion and Piano
My favorite was the Donatoni, requiring incredible virtuosity on the flute; my least favorite was Cage's "Two," which mostly made me aware of how people can't sit still and listen to silence. The vocal soloist for Cage's "Aria" was terrific, and I'd never heard that piece live before. I also loved the Amis Interludes, short sets of repetitive phrases from the four voices, overlapping and echoing, exactly the sort of thing I love to listen to deeply. Alas, I was tired by the end and the Wolpe mostly blew right through me, so I'm not sure if I would have liked it or not.
Next up, I need to think about tickets for next year's season for the various local groups.
The prior office project is also finished now :P and won't look good till my hair is more heavily salted: undyed wool/alpaca grey-browns in a nifty gradient + chestnut with red tones = boring. *shrugs* The pattern is great, however: a shallow, asymmetrical shawl knitted in short diagonals. Unlike most of these yarn-club single-skein exercises, A+, would knit again.
My #SummerOfBasics idle daydream list, without buying yarn:
* Little Wave cardigan in progress
* ___Sand cardigan in progress (mine's not blue)
* Lena in "nutmeg"-colored yarn reclaimed from a failed shawl and/or Tegna in a lightweight green-grey
* Leigh in the repurposed purple wool/silk blend long allotted to it, though I see now that it'd be good only for chilly layering
...and then for next year, perhaps Summer in the "blue pine" Hempathy that never became something for Reason after her 3yo self snapped the yarn twice, and Noro Y839 skirt in yarn picked up when a shop closed a few years ago.
That said, I hope to finish the two cardigans and Reason's orange one, plus make my mother's gift by mid-fall. It'd be plenty.
Status: ___Sand's hem continues with pauses; now that those office projects have been polished off, the ghost shawl catches the pauses while my finger heals yet again. Here's ghost shawl in someone else's photo---blues are past, with the light/dark brown segment plus edging remaining. Baby hat is paused till my shoulder and wrist feel less aggrieved. Lately, joint woe tracks general inflammation evident in other ways, which still surprises me. I gather it's usual, generally.
Apparently I wasn't supposed to like prog rock (puts on "Karn Evil 9," ha.) Also, I was amused after a fashion that though the Mellotron was mentioned twice, the Moody Blues (Days of Future Past, To Our Childrens Childrens Children et al.?) had been disappeared from the narrative. They're still touring last time I looked.
I do wish that people who would still be listening to Patti Page and singing along with Mitch Miller if not for rhythm, blues, jazz, and rock 'n' roll stop trying to claim rock 'n' roll as theirs.
Pursuing political ladies, continued: with shoutout to gothickess
Another day nose-down in the Wallace papers, surrounded by that typical local record office buzz of family historians, clattering microfilm readers, etc. How very different from the rather sinister solitary sepulchral hush of the Mulcaster Muniments and its soft-footed and decrepit curator, straight out of a gothic novel (I was in constant anxiety that the strain of fetching files would do for him, probably on the wrong side of the door, leaving me locked in: no wifi, no phone signal).
Today’s box turned out to be pure gold: those copies of The Intelligencer in which Susannah Wallace’s political journalism appeared – marked up and annotated in Sir Barton’s hand with comments about his ‘clever wife’: Awwwwww, ded of kewt or what?
Furiously snapped away at these for future perusal in detail, but got distracted by the other contents of the paper: surely there must be historians who would be fascinated by ‘Sheba’s’ fashion tips? And, the fiction!
Particular shout-out here to gothickess: There is a serial ‘The Silent Simulacrum’ by ‘the author of The Gypsy’s Curse’ that I’m pretty sure you’ll be interested in for your project: intriguing conflation of the gothic, social comedy and feminist critique.
Alas, the final episode must have appeared in an issue to which Susannah did not contribute, so I can’t tell you how it ends, but, the story so far:
Our heroine is a lovely young widow so widely accepted in Society that she finds herself overwhelmed with invitations to the extent that she is in considerable concern that her inability to be in two places at once will give offence to those holding social occasions that she is physically unable to attend.
Enter her brother-in-law, a
mad scientist and inventor. She unburdens herself to him, and he proposes to make a simulacrum of her that she can send to those events that she herself cannot attend. But, says he, the problem is that although he confides that he can construct a simulacrum that will move, and even dance, he cannot see any way in which it might be made to speak.
Our heroine responds with a laugh that so long as it can look very intent at any that addresses it, she doubts any will notice.
The simulacrum is constructed, and indeed, no-one notices that it is not very conversational when it goes into society.
Our heroine sends it particularly to those occasions where her very unwanted, most objectionable, suitor will be present –
I suspect that there will be some horrid outcome involving him (castrated perhaps by the inner mechanism of the simulacrum when he endeavours a rape?), but this would need following up – have a nasty feeling that this would involve microfilm, don’t think The Intelligencer is yet available in any online databases. (Which was why I was massively chuffed to find these copies, even if they hadn’t been so usefully marked up.)
But, anyway, back to the correspondence files (Y O Y did they not date letters properly? ‘Tuesday’ is really not very helpful.)
I tore a contact this morning.
This is less of a huge world-ending problem than it would have been the last time I wore contacts, because those were more or less eternal and cost several hundred bucks a pair. These are specifically designed to give out after a month, so I've got a bunch of them.
I just don't have them here, while I'm in the far north. (Not actually all that far, by one measure. Maybe fifty km north of the centre of British Columbia. Then again it's a twelve-hour drive to get here from Vancouver, so maybe it's just that BC is Way Too Big.) So I'm wearing my four-year-old glasses.
There's a mild but definite difference in my vision. Far-away things get fuzzier sooner than I expect them to. Not to mention the lack of peripheral vision, which I'd gotten to the point of taking for granted.
And I seem to be getting a headache. There's any number of environmental factors that could be causing that, but "minor change in vision prescription" seems to be the most likely culprit.
Might be time to start carrying a spare set of contacts with me when I travel.
(I've not gotten new glasses partly because they're expensive, and partly because I hate getting frames fitted to my face. It always involves several trips back to the optometrist and complaints of an earpiece that's rubbing weird right in front of my ear, or pushing into my skull behind my ear, or something like that.)
row 1: my kids; gardening; tutoring; the fanfic community; Octavia Butler;
row 2: stories; books; autonomy; Wiscon; storytelling;
row 3: dogs; Rachel Maddow; math; different points of view; raptors;
row 4: introversion; puzzles; podfic; logic; making people laugh;
row 5: compost; R.A. Lafferty; science fiction; due South; ecology;
I made this at http://myfreebingocards.com
I picked 25 topics that I like, and that I like to talk about.
I let the web page randomize the placement. I was lucky that "my kids" didn't end up in the middle.
I clicked "Play Online Now" to get an image I could snip.
Check off the things that also interest you and see if we have a bingo.
2. Rest strained/pulled muscle (possibly hip abductor) whatever it is so it gets better.
3. Venture out for concerts Saturday and Sunday nights.
4. Laundry? If my muscle is better. It is raining a lot this weekend, so I might not want to trek to the laundromat for that.
5. Try not to be too frustrated with my injury.
Friday evening I was walking to the library with Aiko. I was on the north side of the street, heading east. I saw a couple walking toward me, but there was a break in traffic and I crossed the street before we met. On the south side of the street, Aiko was uneasy. He kept stopping and looking back. I looked back too, and saw the couple that had been on the north side of the street, going west, were now about half a block behind me, on the south side of the street, going east.
Well, people do change their minds and turn around. But Aiko would not settle down, so at the next street I turned south. The couple behind us also turned south, but I was on the east side of the street and they were on the west. I stopped and let Aiko sniff for a while, so I got to the next intersection after them. They crossed to the south side of that street. I did not. I turned east. They also turned east, and continued to walk about half a block behind me, on the other side of the street, for about seven blocks. Then we were in a well-populated area, and I didn't see them again.
I am a short fat old woman, and my hands were encumbered. I had library books in one hand, and a leash and a bag of dog poop in the other. But I was walking a German Shepherd! How did they plan to assault me without getting bit? Also without getting a bag of dog poop in the face? Though it was one of the good bags, and probably wouldn't have burst even if it had hit. Also, I didn't have any money on me, though they didn't know that. I was wearing a fanny pack, which is where my wallet would have been if I was wearing my wallet. I thought about taking my phone out and taking their picture, but they had dropped back far enough by the time I thought of it that it wouldn't have been much of a picture. The fanny pack has the kind of buckle that you squeeze to open. Probably they planned to run up beside me, grab the buckle, and run off with the fanny pack before Aiko could react. They would have got my phone and my housekeys, and could probably figure out where I live from the phone.
Anyway, I do think that there is observable, identifiable behavior that signals that one human being is looking at another human being as prey, and I think Aiko observed and correctly identified it.
*throws up hands*
I started reading The Hanging Tree yesterday and I'm more than half done already, so that's something. It feels great to be reading a book I can't wait to return to.
The Heiress Effect, by Courtney Milan.
The conceit of this book is brilliant. She has to stay single, for complicated family reasons, but her plan will stop working if she turns down any reasonable offer, so she has to make her person repellent enough to counterbalance the attraction of her considerable fortune -- without letting anyone see that she's doing it on purpose. I love it when the obstacles in a romance are not stupid! I love comedy of manners, when it puts extra constraints on the protagonist's solution space! Especially when the protagonist using a formidable intelligence and an immense amount of work to seem foolish and ineffectual!
I was disappointed that this book ignores the constraints that don't assist the story it wants to tell. (For example, these unmarried gentlewomen would not go to a dinner-party in a house without a hostess. One of them is accompanied by a chaperone, another is with her sister, and that is adequate for excursions in public places in daylight, but after dark, in a house full of young men -- no. It would not do.) These elements might not move the story forward directly, but they would do a lot to make the societal forces our heroes are working against seem powerful and real.
• What did you recently finish reading?
The Girl with the Lower Back Tattoo, by Amy Schumer. DNF. It isn't a bad book, but the more I read of it the more I found myself resenting the idea that it would be one of the approximately 3000 new books I have time left to read. Its greatest appeal for me is how thoroughly Schumer fights against shame. Read for Tawanda book group.
• What do you think you’ll read next?
I put a Climbing Mount TBR challenge on my Habitica To-Do list, but I'm not sure how to tackle it. Two of my book groups are on summer hiatus, so I have room to move. I like melannen's FMK polls, and I keep thinking I could do that too, but when I look at my shelves and ask, "Which of these are you going to read, really?" and "Which of these do you need to keep, really?" my answer is always, "All of them. All. Yes, even that one."
It's the summer solstice 'round here and that means pony cake and swag! I gave the rice paper another go, this time using food dye dissolved in water to colour in the edible-ink marker line-art. That worked! Next, I'll have to find a way to make the rice paper taste good. It's really chewy and tasteless.
My camera is in a death spiral. Every few pictures it gives me a "lens control error" and stops functioning. Almost all the pictures I took of the cake were blurry on the right half of the image. Fortunately, I take a lot of pictures.
The cake was too sweet. I bought it because it cost less than the strawberry shortcake, it was chocolate and it had a lot of whitespace on which I could drop my drawing. People ate it anyway. My coworkers seemed impressed with the artwork, but no one seemed to realize that it was humorous. I had thirteen items to give away plus several blind bags. Twenty-seven people had their names in the draw for those 13 items which included two "Fan Series" Guardians of Harmony figures and nine plush ponies.
The next cake is for Rarity's Element of Harmony day. What to draw?
Current reading: two of those aren't finished, and I'd like to clear enough fog to finish them. I do not like this thing whereby my mind slides off reading with each retry.
The real question is, what do I read next? From the TBR, I have the following candidates that I am most interested in right now. Thoughts on what I should choose?
The Hanging Tree (Rivers of London) by Ben Aaronovitch.
The House of Shattered Wings (A Dominion of the Fallen Novel) by Aliette de Bodard.
Court of Fives by Kate Elliott.
Lagoon by Nnedi Okorafor.
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Uh! Noy! Ing!
If I knew what I'd done to cause this soreness, I'd be less annoyed about it.
Returning to the business of self-publishing these memoirs both in pretty bound volumes and as ebooks -
- yr amanuensis was looking over the Smashwords and Lulu sites yestere'en.
And thinking that there would be a fair amount of faff involved, and then noticing that Lulu (I may not have got that far with Smashwords) offers a package deal for doing the formatting &C, and that I am coming into a little legacy shortly -
But then thought, surely there are talented and competent people among my readers or their associates who would be prepared to undertake this for a fair price?
(It is the business of the wealthy man/To give employment to the artisan.)
I still have some final editorial touches to make to the Word documents, but if anyone is interested in this, or can recommend someone, please
speak comment or DM me now.
I also revisit the matter of covers and whether there are any among the readership of artistick ability, or knows of any such, who would be interested in undertaking cover design for appropriate remuneration?
2. Laundry is done, including the comforter! Winter coat is next. Even more amazing, I have put most of it away already.
3. I want to attend concerts on both Saturday and Sunday evenings. Neither is hugely expensive.
4. I made good progress on reading my review book. It was only getting started that was difficult.
5. We're getting thunderstorms today, so the humidity might clear out a bit.
I refuse on principle to work on clothing for me while at the office. People ought not to imagine what I may look like in something, nor invite themselves to comment. Ick. Shawls are easy, however.
* Reason's misconduct has extended the orange cardigan's pause to eight weeks from six, hence this rethinking of production sequence.
* ___Sand has reached the lower "hem," which is actually a 6+" = 16+ cm slip-stitch extravaganza that keeps reinjuring one finger. After that come pockets, the front non-button band, and icord bind-off, so there's plenty left to do. Most of me thinks a cotton-blend cardigan is worthwhile; that one finger hates everything.
* People have been musing upon #summerofbasics this month, things to make that could be worn frequently in multiple permutations. Perhaps I'll find some thoughts for next week.
* The current issue of knit/crochet mag Amirisu, whose articles are translated jp --> en by an anglophone Japanese person, includes this: "we imagined BUAISOU to be a group of snobs and hip creators, but in fact, they are down-to-earth, indigo otaku" (p. 16). I had not expected "otaku" as the end of the sentence (though the contrast is clear) given the hard-working nature of any indigo dyer and, especially, given how "otaku" has shifted in anglophone fandoms, notably video-game contexts. Right. From later in the same article, same page: "it took them six months to dye the first batch of yarn." It's not because they're lazy shut-ins, eh?
The Nolose board is looking for expert advice in making a plan for our organization to work more effectively for trans justice and address transmisogyny and cissexism in Nolose. The board is looking for a group of thick and fat trans folks, especially trans women and transfeminine people, especially people of color, especially folks with some experience either with Nolose specifically or with transmisogyny in queer fat community/movement spaces, to meet via conference call and/or group chat to generate formal recommendations for the Nolose board to address transmisogyny and cissexism, and work for trans justice, as an organization.Application details at link.
Nolose has budgeted for stipends of up to $250.
I am slow and stiff and a terrible hitter under the fast-moving "you get two pitches only, good or bad" rules, but I do love playing catch, and playing catcher.
We'll see how well and how fast this bruise heals. It's quite annoying. I am not sure I should play again, but I want to play.
I need to think on it more.
Also I found the constant language-switching delightful.
Is there a lot of Bollywood like this? Can you recommend any?
1) The stupid cabinets that are too small for the plates to fit in are seriously annoying. It is worth spending money to rectify this, even on a short timescale.
2) It will Increase Resale Value, at least nominally. I'm skeptical as to how much effect home renovations actually have on resale value, but hey, maybe I'm wrong. It will certainly look much nicer, which may have an intangible effect on saleability.
3) It's not that big a kitchen. Any actual homeowners reading this are scratching their heads trying to figure out how we're renovating an entire kitchen for under ten grand. The answer is that this is a tiny 80s condo kitchen, where you can't open the dishwasher and the fridge at the same time, and where two people can technically do separate food-related tasks but they'd better be VERY comfortable in each others' personal space.
And, related to that last one, if I'm gonna be A Homeowner who's not interested in DIYing the heck out of everything, I'd like to have a sense of what goes into a reno project like this. Redoing the tiny kitchen seems like a safeish way to get my feet wet.
Emily stayed home yesterday while the new cabinets got delivered and the old ones got torn out. I stayed home today while the new cabinets got installed. Based on what I've seen so far, IT IS TOTALLY WORTH IT TO PAY A PROFESSIONAL TO INSTALL THE DAMN CABINETS. Nobody's kitchen is "cabinet-sized" and things will have to be tweaked to fit, plus there may be, um, "interesting choices" made by previous owners. Like the way there are two different kinds of ceiling drywall in the kitchen over the cabinets, and making them line up is a pain in the neck. I have SO MUCH respect for the guys putting the cabinets in, and occasionally hauling things out to the porch to trim them and hauling them back in.
The wiring in here is substandard enough that the electrician couldn't finish up yesterday, so he'll be back at some point. And Emily's convinced that she can re-hook-up the sink and the dishwasher, at least good enough for a couple of weeks, so the plumber won't be back today either.
So, soon we'll have cabinets, and a temporary sink and counter. Next week the counter-measurer comes to measure exactly how much counter we need, and that ought to arrive in a couple of weeks.
So far, relatively painless. We'll see how it goes once everything is in place and hooked up, and then we'll also need to put in some kind of backsplash. (We had them tear out the HIDEOUS PAINTED-OVER TILE but haven't come up with anything to replace it yet.)
I also read To the Sticking Place by blueink3, a Sherlock AU in which Holmes and Watson are actors in a "Macbeth" revival on Broadway. The romance was schmoopy at times, but I loved all the theatre neep. One thing that made me laugh is normally I wouldn't be interested in an all-male cast for that particular play (not done for historicity), but I can see why a slash story would want it to work that way.