April 2019 booklog

Apr. 30th, 2019 01:38 am
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This got way behind because a lot of March had bad anniversaries that hit me like a ton of bricks.

These are new-to-me books. Titles in bold are for the 2019 [community profile] 50books_poc challenge. Fiction is in green.

34. The Hot One: A Memoir of Friendship, Sex, and Murder, Carolyn Murnick (2017) (a response: "An Open Letter to Carolyn Murnick")
35. A Man of Independent Mind (Clorinda Cathcart's Circle Book 2), L.A. Hall (2019)
36. Nebula Awards Showcase 2004, ed. Vonda N. McIntyre (2004)



[Rereads]
A Life Discarded: 148 Diaries Found in a Skip, Alexander Masters (2016)
Full Dark House: A Peculiar Crimes Unit Mystery, Christopher Fowler (2003)
To Say Nothing of the Dog, Connie Willis (1997)
Screwtop, Vonda N. McIntyre (1976)

Kondo Lite?

Apr. 20th, 2019 12:34 am
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I don't know if it really counts as KonMari-ing since I didn't throw anything away, just finally, FINALLY bought a cheap-ass plastic spice rack that fits inside a cabinet so I could FIND stuff. The cabinets are typically pretty tidy, altho I should really have stripped out the awful old shelf paper, washed the nasty fake wood down, and put down some new nice shelf paper. But then it never would have gotten done. So with that caveat, LOOKIT MY SPICE RACK

(yes I use the somewhat cheap "grocery store" spices and I drink Stash tea, because they're always in stock at the QFC/Bartell's that's about six blocks away for not much money, and reliable/accessible/affordable is good.)

Tidy kitchen cabinet

Tidy spices

Before I got the spice rack, all those little bottles were just on the shelf all at the same level, with wasted space above, and theoretically the least-used ones were at the back but it still DROVE ME CRAZY trying to find shit. Now it's all accessible! For like a good five minutes after I finished I just stood looking at it, absurdly pleased. (Yes, I also like this tumblr, don't @ me.)


(THE FOLGER'S INSTANT COFFEE IS NOT MINE, IT IS T'S. INSTANT COFFEE SHOULD BE ABHORRED AS AN ABOMINATION UPON THE EARTH. He says he likes it. He also uses the nasty Kroger cinnamon on his morning oatmeal. Says ditto. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

anniversary meme

Apr. 19th, 2019 01:04 pm
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10 years of Dreamwidth?! I always forget my LJ/DW anniversaries (I also nuked my early LJs and DW, whoops. First LJ was 2000, no, 1999 maybe.....). Here's to many more!


The vi'lets from her lap, and lillies fall:
She misses 'em, poor heart!
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....WHOOPS, I apparently missed my own 10-year anniversary on this DW about a week ago. (I forgot my mom's birthday. Twice. I never forgot T's birthday, but for years I thought it was two days later than it really is.)

Hooray for needles?

Apr. 19th, 2019 08:36 am
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I heard back from my doctor's office and they don't have a Measles Mumps Rubella shot listed on my immunization record, so I checked and a shot is fully covered by my insurance, without me having to first get a blood test to check the antibody titer. So I plan to go and get stuck with a needle at lunch, rather than go through all the business of getting a blood test and waiting for results. ETA: Done!

I had mumps when I was, I think, seven years old (I suspect, but do not know, that the vaccine either wasn't required or widely available when I was getting childhood vaccinations), and childhood measles vaccine, and I think the booster I had back in the 1980s was a full modern MMR. But I have no records of any of that, and apparently, immunity can be imperfect, especially for measles, depending on several factors. Also, there have been cases of mumps at the university where I work and nearby, and measles keeps popping up all over due mostly to self-centered idiots who don't vaccinate their children. I don't mind getting a shot to increase herd immunity.

My gym schedule this week was off due to me being sleep-deprived on Wednesday. Last night, I did my half-hour jog and some leg/core exercises. The first fifteen minutes or so of the jog was rough, but I kept going, and it got easier so long as I didn't try to go too fast. I managed to speed up a little for a minute or two here and there. My new Superfit Hero leggings had arrived, so I wore those, and they worked out very well. The brand has pockets now (which I don't actually need, but pockets!, and the fabric feels a little thinner and smoother than my Kickstarter pair.

Up from the country (10)

Apr. 19th, 2019 08:58 am
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 Nonetheless, there was still a little round of diversions, and Livvy was took a jaunt to Vauxhall with Sophy and Sam and Jerome, and to the menagerie at Exeter Exchange, sure she would have a deal to tell the household when she returned to the manor! And Sophy conveyed her to a fine china warehouse so that she might put herself in possession of pots suited to lotions and washes.

Besides those, Livvy minded that some pretty pieces of chaney would make excellent presents for her fellow-servants upon her return.

But that put her into the thought that she should find some gift for Sophy, that was such a fine friend and guide in the ways of Town and great households. It was a puzzle.

It came to her that she might ask Maurice, that was Sophy’s cousin and might have some knowledge of her tastes. So while she was about helping him tidy after what she must suppose was nigh on the final fittings, making sure there was no fallen pins on the floor &C, while he went about the task of folding the garments – that seemed quite an art – she looked up from her labours and asked him what he thought Sophy might appreciate.

Maurice straightened up. Hmmmm.  He looked thoughtful. I have heard her say, he said, that she has seen ladies that had plants growing in pots in their drawing-rooms, and she thought it a very pretty thing. Better than cut flowers that will go wither very soon.

Livvy sighed.

Why, I fancy there are nurserymen sell such things – and sure, you might ask one or other of the gardeners here whether they might advize. He gave her a sidelong glance. I am like to think they would be entire happy to do so.

Livvy blushed. Why, mayhap I will do so, she said. For indeed, that would be a fine out of the common thing to give Sophy.

So a day or so later, when she found herself at liberty with no pressing tasks, she went down to the fine hothouses of Offgrange House – sure, she might be going pick out some flowers for Lady Fairleigh’s sitting-room, or a button-hole bloom for Sir Charles – and peeped about to see might she find a gardener.

She saw a dim figure inside one, and stepped inside.

To her extreme confusion, 'twas no gardener but the Marquess himself, holding little Lady Di and showing off some flower to her – indeed, had been give out that His Lordship was very well reputed for his studies upon plants and flowers and his learning in the matter.

Livvy, exceeding flustered, made a dip.

How now, Bracewell! What do you here? Perchance a flower for your hair when you go promenade?

Livvy blushed, but found herself explaining her mission, at which Lord Offgrange looked exceeding interested. Somewhat that would withstand a living-room – would not require cossetting in a hothouse – would not bloom and die but flower again – do you leave this pretty conundrum with me, I fancy I have some notions –

O, Your Lordship, I would not be presuming –

No, indeed, 'tis just the kind of problem I like to set my mind to – Lady Di, seeing his attention a little distracted, patted his face – Come along, my pet, let us go consider over this together.

Some few days later the Marquess came into the dressing-room as Livvy was putting her various lotions &C into the fine pots she had acquired, and placing them in the very elegant polished wooden box with brass corners that Sophy’s interest had put her into the way of.

She stood up and bobbed.

Why, Bracewell, I think I have the plant for you: might you provide me with a suitable pretty pot I will be about transplanting it, writing up a few little notes on care and watering –

O, said Livvy, somewhat overcome. O, Your Lordship, I did not expect –

Tush. Did I not say, entirely the kind of puzzle I like? Are we not entire grateful for your excellent care of Lady Fairleigh?

Why, 'tis a lady is a pleasure to serve, said Livvy.

The Marquess smiled at her. A pretty pot, he said, about – gesturing with his hands – such a size.

She could not ask Sophy to escort her about this errand, but she had discovered that Jerome was entire willing to squire her about Town did she require it. 'Twas a gratification. She did not think she was about taking any romantic notion towards him, but it was pleasing to a young woman to have such a fine fellow give her his arm, protect her in crowds, show attentive.

At last it came to the time almost to depart. 'Twas considered entire in order that she invited Sophy to a tea-drinking. Sophy came in looking a little sadly – La, Livvy, shall miss you. But, here is a little gift, for a remembrance

She handed over a fine cambric kerchief, edged with exquisite lace and embroidered with Livvy’s initials.

O, such lace!

Sophy gave a little smile. 'Tis Lady Trembourne’s own making. She was being painted by Sir Zoffany wearing the Trembourne Tiara, that is a quaint old-fashioned thing, and desired me to dress her hair for the purpose, and presented me with the lace.

And, said Livvy, bringing out the bowl with the flowering plant, I have this for you.

Sophy’s eyes grew very wide. O, she said, o, that quite exceeds.

A maid came in with tea.

They exchanged a little gossip, and vows of friendship, and considered over the possibilities that they might meet during the summer as Lady Bexbury went about her visits. They embraced and kissed, and Livvy sent her very best regards to Sam and to all in the Bexbury household and to all of Sophy’s connexion that she had had the pleasure of meeting –

La, I fancy Jerome will be somewhat disappointed that you go leave Town!

Livvy gave a little shrug: why, he is a pretty enough fellow, but very fine –

Sophy giggled and said, there was a piece she collected in a play, when a fellow goes mention marriage to a lady, and she replies that she would only have him might she have another suited to working days.

Livvy laughed. Why, 'tis so, and I fancy Sam is a fellow of that kind.

Sophy smiled very doating, and said, that he is.

They made somewhat tearful farewells.

 

And here they were, seated at the back of the church, Sir Toby and his groomsman already a-waiting at the altar.

O, said Hettie, such a pity that Lady Fairleigh might not come (for Sir Toby’s parish church was so situated that 'twould be a very difficult task to attain to it with the wheelchair). They sighed a little.

But, squeaked Maria, here she comes. O, is that our Miss Millick?

Livvy smiled. Had had some notion of how she would look thus arrayed, most exceeding fine: on Sir Charles’ arm, that would give her away, there being no father or brother to do so, attended by Lady Emily (Em, said Lady Fairleigh, for all her naughtiness, was ever Milly’s favourite, and 'tis very kind of her to offer); o, indeed she had consequence.

Miss Millick had said, looking about with tears in her eyes the fine presents that had been given her, sure she felt like the Queen of Sheba, only lacking the camels to carry 'em over to Sir Toby’s mansion.

And the pianoforte, had said Lady Emily, is already there. (For that was the gift from Lady Offgrange and her sisters.)

LIvvy sat back and hearkened to the words of the service, and Miss Millick’s clear and Sir Toby’s rather muttered responses, and thought that although had been very agreeable to go to Lunnon, and sample its pleasures, and see dear Sophy, was also very pleasant to be at home and in her rightful place once more.

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Spoilers )


ETA This Twitter thread is also really good: https://twitter.com/nataliefisher/status/1119412978925707264

The audience is not your combatant. You can and should play chess with them. You should not be playing Russian Roulette. Your story is always for people. This story is for pretty specific people. The power it gave is not in line with the attitude surrounding this turn of events.

And frankly if the episode had been left to stand alone people may have found more value and solace in it - their own interpretation. The deluge of behind the scenes comments made in the press, and the attitude present, broke the contract of why anyone should trust your story.

They took a hard story which could have had beautiful value even as it stood on screen and gleefully made it unforgivable by the way they've spoken about what they think they achieved. It's in bad faith, incredibly misguided and irresponsible.

I've spent the last couple of days talking about this with many people from many walks of life, including other TV writers, and while thoughts vary in terms of the plot itself, it's a universal, horrified Nope at the comments being made by the EPs & the reveal of that gag order.

It's sort of a shockingly bad way to do business. Making entertainment is not a wargame where your audience - especially a very marginalized audience are your enemy. Upsetting them in a controversial real life way is not a success. It is a fail. Big fail.

6:30 PM - 19 Apr 2019

Red Winged Blackbird

Apr. 18th, 2019 08:48 pm
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We have learned to recognize his chirps when he's on our balcony. There are three of them, I think. One has a very bold red band, then there's this one which is not as large, and then another one whose colors are quite faint and mostly yellow. Read more... )

it me

Apr. 18th, 2019 05:43 pm
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sigh.

oh yeah that politics IRL thing

Apr. 18th, 2019 05:22 pm
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//just watches the Graun feed slack-jawed


President Trump has been tweeting about the Mueller report for almost 12 hours now.

Donald J. Trump
(@realDonaldTrump)
Anything the Russians did concerning the 2016 Election was done while Obama was President. He was told about it and did nothing! Most importantly, the vote was not affected.

April 18, 2019


I mean

I had the right to end the whole Witch Hunt if I wanted. I could have fired everyone, including Mueller, if I wanted. I chose not to. I had the RIGHT to use Executive Privilege. I didn’t!

April 18, 2019


What? Just fucking what? How is this guy still in office? How is he not IN JAIL?

and



what even is this bullshit

from [community profile] beautifulmechanical

Apr. 18th, 2019 04:48 pm
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which is a great music comm and you should check it out. This felt very....appropriate, post-Magicians season finale. Comforting, anyway.

Up from the country (9)

Apr. 18th, 2019 08:35 am
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Livvy was glad indeed that they had two stout fellows to accompany them to the play, for there were a deal of crowds about the place, and shouting, and shoving, but with Sam and Jerome to guard 'em they need not have the least worry. And o, it was a fine sight, even before the play went about to commence – sure one might observe the Quality in the boxes, and Sophy and Jerome pointed out this and that one, and titbits of gossip and scandal –

Jerome had brought the promised basket from Seraphine, that contained a deal of fine tasty treats, and even some hothouse fruit – does His Lordship leave any, why, I have the reversion, for must be fresh and fresh for him, not left-overs –

So Livvy told him of how Sir Charles went set up a hothouse at the manor, so that Lady Fairleigh might have hothouse fruit, and asked was Lord Raxdell a very exacting employer?

Why, he is most exceeding nice about his dress, but he can wear it, shows very well – there will be other valets come to me, ask, how may I obtain such and such an effect with my master, and really, I must sigh and say, perchance do you go about to disguise his defects of figure with stays or some such, because one may observe that the fellow is not one that will spend a good hour or so a day in practice with his fencing master like unto His Lordship. Is particular, but shows kind and generous, 'tis not always the tale. Is not here the e’en – has seen this play several times already – I see has lent his box to Lord Abertyldd and several others of his set –

Sophy nudged Livvy. The young lady, next to Lady Abertyldd – with the white roses? – that is the Miss Brumpage that Mr Edward Merrett has a notion to.

Pretty! said Livvy.

And then the play commenced.

What a fine amuzing thing it was. The young man that determines to save his sister from a beguiled elopement by dressing in her clothes and going to the rendezvous himself – the young woman that is so horrified at her brother’s plan to beguile a young woman into a runaway match that she pushes him into the cellar and locks the door upon him, dresses in his clothes – sure Miss Addington looked most exceeding well in breeches! – and keeps the assignation – Mr Winch as the innkeeper at the appointed hostelry, o, her sides quite ached with laughing –

At the end of the evening Jerome said, sure, he would escort Livvy back to Offgrange House, 'twas no trouble in the least, and so they took their leave of Sophy and Sam, that were gazing doating into one another’s eyes, and set off, their arms linked together so that they might not get separated in the press, and Jerome keeping his stick in hand, just in case.

As they walked he remarked that did the Fairleighs stay much longer in Town, and did they concede Livvy a little time for recreation, perchance a party for Vauxhall might be made up?

Livvy said she was not certain of their plans, but sure that would be very agreeable might it be contrived.

How very civil was Jerome: did not lord it as he might have done, sure valets were oft very proud and haughty and determined to demonstrate their consequence, one saw that a little with Plender at Offgrange House.

Or perchance they might visit a menagerie? Though, had she been at Raxdell House, mayhap she had the opportunity to visit Master Josh’s creatures?

Indeed, said Livvy, was a thing came up while we were picking herbs, Sophy said 'twas a mongoose

That mongoose will ever be looking into whatever is a new thing!

 - and then Master Josh Ferraby came up after it, and Sophy offered that he might show us his animals.

The wombatt, said Jerome, is most particular out of the common – comes from the antipodes.

At length they came to the belowstairs door of Offgrange House, and Jerome smiled down at her, and said, had been a most agreeable evening, and he hoped that he might have further opportunity of seeing her again while she was in Town, touched his hat, and departed. Livvy smiled a little to herself, and went in, and up to the dressing-room.

Lorimer came in to say, Lady Fairleigh had gone to bed, but Sir Charles was with her and said he fancied he could undertake her requirements in making sure of her comfort &C.

Livvy smiled at her and said, he has the finest hand in the matter, she will say.

Lorimer looked doating. 'Tis give out, in the family, that had loved her for many years, since boyhood, even before her parents made up the marriage to the Earl. And at last they could wed. But, my dear, 'tis late and you should get to bed yourself.

Next morning while Livvy was undertaking Lady Fairleigh’s toilette, the latter asked her about how she had enjoyed the play, and that came to an account of the play, and how very entertaining it had been, and the evening in general.

Oh, said Lady Fairleigh, how delightful it sounds. One hears Miss Addington is quite the finest of actresses –

Sir Charles came in. What, we are talking of Livvy’s theatrical excursion?

O, indeed I am put in a deal of envy, Sir Charles. For even when I was still able to get about I cannot recall that we ever went to the play.

Sir Charles looked thoughtful and said, he did not see why it could not be managed. He fancied there were those among their acquaintance with boxes at the theatre, and he might carry her in, and they could ensure she was sat in comfort. And sure it was desirable that she had some standard by which to judge her offsprings’ efforts in amateur theatricals.

O, Sir Charles! are they so bad?

Sir Charles laughed. As it perchances, Em and Geoff are by no means bad, at least as amateurs go. I do not say that they could earn their living upon the boards but they are not an entire embarrassment to watch.

I am ever in doubt that I manifest maternal prejudice in the matter!

They looked at one another very fond.

I fancy that the person to apply to would be Lady Bexbury: she will know who has boxes, and when they are like to be empty, &C.

I daresay she will be calling within a day or two: but I will write her a little note upon the matter.

Livvy recommenced the brushing of Lady Fairleigh’s hair that she had temporarily ceased. Sir Charles said that he had just looked in to say that he purposed to go to Raxdell House the morn: had had a very civil note from Mr Roberts that he was entire welcome to go visit his hothouses. Dared say they would make him quite discontent with his own efforts.

He kissed Lady Fairleigh’s hand and took his leave.

Barely had the door closed behind him than it opened once more and little Lady Di toddled in.

After an apologetic nursemaid had come to retrieve her and take her back to the nursery, Lady Fairleigh sighed and said, sure it was delightful to be among her family, and Di and Gussie were the sweetest of infants, but she found that she had grown used to a rather quieter life. A little taste of Town pleasures was agreeable, but she found herself looking forward to returning to the manor.

And Livvy found herself in inward agreement with her mistress.

reading wednesday

Apr. 17th, 2019 09:07 pm
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• What are you reading?

Still Becoming, by Michelle Obama, which keeps getting interrupted by other books; this week it is

The Color Purple, by Alice Walker, for classics book group tomorrow.

• What did you recently finish reading?

Mercury, by Hope Larsen. Interesting story, which I am still thinking about, but I did not like the drawing. Different characters looked too similar and the same character looked too different from one panel to the next. And I don't mean Tara and Josie, who are supposed to look similar; I mean, for example, Josie's mother and the man Josie falls in love with.

• What do you think you’ll read next?

I've got The True Queen, by Zen Cho!
But Bad science : quacks, hacks, and big pharma flacks, by Ben Goldacre
and Multiple sclerosis : a guide for the newly diagnosed , by T. Jock Murray, Carol S. Saunders, Nancy J. Holland are due back at the library.

• What are you watching?

Jasper Jones, directed by Rachel Perkins. I was disappointed by how ineffectual all the female characters were.

fibercraft queue, etc.

Apr. 17th, 2019 08:51 pm
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Though not a fan of goals (I've never learned to set reasonable ones, nor has anyone else on my behalf, really, unless they're tiny and knocked out quickly), I've come to understand check-ins. So.

update; strange how hard it's been to make myself something )

Magicians S4 finale

Apr. 17th, 2019 08:24 pm
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....................................................................


WELP between this and the Endgame leak fandom social media will certainly not explode!


also, I really don't think anyone who has mental health issues and is having a bad time right now should watch this episode, or at least not without reading a summary

ETA Arjun Gupta is fucking amazing




and all of his replies in this thread https://twitter.com/ArjunGuptaBK/status/1118701838382006272 What a love.

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Apr. 18th, 2019 02:24 pm
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How many miles to AO3?
Threescore miles and ten.
Can you get there by ticky-box?
Yes, and back again.
If you tag your tags and you sort your docs,
You can get there by ticky-box.


Context "would DEFINITeLY travel by ticky-box if given the option."

Wednesday Reading

Apr. 17th, 2019 08:26 am
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A Memory Called Empire by Arkady Martine follows the new ambassador, Mahit, to the powerful Teixcalaan empire as she tries to figure out how and why her predecessor was murdered. So far as names go, and a tendency to honor willing blood sacrifice, and physical appearance, the Teixcalaanli seem roughly based on the Aztecs, except in space, and possibly with more poetry. There's a succession crisis happening, and a looming threat near the ambassador's home space station, and a mystery surrounding Mahit's imago, which is a personality/memory impression of the previous ambassador. This may sound like a lot, but it's all tied together and the plot clicks over swiftly and entertainingly. I really liked it, and though the ending isn't exactly a cliffhanger, it very clearly sets up the next book.

Walking to Aldebaran by Adrian Tchaikovsky is a novelette, I think, but that was all I could handle, anyway. The first person narrator is stuck wandering a physics-bending alien space artifact out beyond Pluto, alone, while becoming more and more unreliable. It was not pleasant reading, exactly, but was gripping. I was left unsatisfied by the ending, but am not sure what I would have preferred. The setting was perfect for generating additional stories, though, so I'm curious if that was part of the intent.

Dactyl Hill Squad by Daniel José Older is a Middle Grade fantasy set in an alternate version of Civil War-era New York City. The alternate part is there are dinosaurs living among people and being used as beasts of burden, though the possibilities aren't as fully explored as they might have been in an adult novel; I got the feeling they were around because dinosaurs are cool, and dactyls are cool, and I think that's cool, because why not? When I was a kid, I would not have blinked at this setup. (Adult me was wondering how the presence of dinosaurs would affect the Industrial Revolution and the development of associated technology, which appears to have happened here pretty much the same as in our world.) Magdalys Roca, the protagonist, is one of the kids from the Colored Orphan Asylum who get caught up first in the draft riots, then in a plot to rescue black people who've been captured to be sold in the southern states. The history is very beautifully integrated with the kid-focused action plot, and doesn't shy away from the racism non-white people are facing. The assortment of kids have interesting characterization, even those with smaller roles. Possible trigger warning: early on, a kindly adult figure is discovered to have been lynched in the riots after heroically giving children time to escape. Recommended because dinosaurs.

Up from the country (8)

Apr. 17th, 2019 08:49 am
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So, a few days later, she found herself squeezed into a gig with Sophy, being drive by the latter’s amiable but silent uncle Ajax to Raxdell House. And feeling most well-turned-out, for Docket had looked at her, and said, excellent fine hair, good colour, was in some surprize that Sophy had not been about dressing it for her, why did she not step up to the dressing-room, so that they might be about it?

For it turned out that Sophy was most exceeding well-thought-of in matters of dressing hair, would have ladies come beg Lady Bexbury for her services in the matter; Sophy cast down her eyes, and mayhap even blushed but one could not tell. There had also been some matter of advice upon dress, all entire proper to her station but so that she would not look some countryfied miss. Sure she had heard that Docket was a very daunting creature but showed most kindly towards her.

It flustered her somewhat when Lady Bexbury herself came into the dressing-room – she jumped up, and made her bob, and Her Ladyship took her hands and said, La, am delighted to see you here, Bracewell, for I hear excellent good report of how well you do for dear Hester Fairleigh, have quite the finest hand at making her comfortable and seeing to her needs.

And Livvy blushed deeply and found herself telling Her Ladyship, what she did not normally go about to disclose, about her brother Billy, that had been a cripple, carried off by a winter fever while still quite young, but that she had helped her mama look after afore she went into service at the manor, and she dared say that had got her into the knack of knowing the matter. Her Ladyship smiled and said, one might have guessed some such sad tale lay behind, and did her mother still live?

O yes, said Livvy, and is now in one of Sir Charles’ fine almshouses, most exceeding comfortable. And blushed again.

Why, I am sure Sir Charles looks well to 'em, but here is somewhat towards supplying her with additional comforts; and I daresay that you might wish to buy yourself a memento or so of your visit to Town – she pressed a little purse into Livvy’s hand. I am exceeding fond of Lady Fairleigh and it gladdens me to see her so well cared-for.

Sophy and Docket smiled after her as she left. O, said Livvy, is she not quite angelic? They looked at her very doating.

But now they came to the finely-appointed stableyard at Raxdell House, and there were grooms cried out in greeting to Ajax, for it seemed he was quite a favourite among 'em, and was conveyed away with promises of ale to convoke about some business of theirs. Sophy, saying that Ajax was very well-reputed for his skills with horseflesh, also had been a jockey and still had a deal of knowledge concerning the turf, led Livvy through past the kitchen-gardens and hot-houses –

La, there is Cousin Jerome, I wonder what he is about? – for a tall figure was waving to Sophy from within one of the hot-houses,

They went in, and Sophy made a civil dip to Mr Roberts, that was the head gardener, and said did Jerome come a-picking of these fine grapes? And Jerome, that one might see from the great niceness of his dress must be a valet, said that His Lordship liked to keep a bowl of fresh fruit about his chamber, so he came to find what Roberts had that was just at the right point of ripeness.

Roberts said that he fancied the bunches of this vine were just on their peak, and handed a few grapes over to Sophy and to Livvy, that agreed that they were entirely perfect. He went on to say that he thought there might be a peach or two also come ripe, did Jerome step this way –

Jerome paused, and looked at Livvy. But Sophy, he said, you do not make me known to your friend.

Oh, said Sophy, this is Bracewell, Livvy Bracewell, that is Lady Fairleigh’s maid – Livvy, this is my cousin Jerome, that you may apprehend is Lord Raxdell’s valet.

Jerome bowed very elegant over Livvy’s hand as she made her dip.

Sure, Jerome, I mind me that I have passes for the play, and Sam and I go take Livvy, and there is a place not yet took up, might you care for it?

Should be entire delighted, said Jerome, with a lingering look at Livvy. And may prevail upon Seraphine to put me up a basket for the occasion into the bargain.

He and Sophy exchanged the details, and he went off with Roberts.

Sophy giggled and said, Sure Jerome ever has an eye for a fine young woman! I fancy he is taken with you. Livvy blushed. But is exceeding well-conducted, I doubt there will be any requirement of hat-pin. Well, let us be about our business.

O, indeed they were fine gardens. And not only were there fine lawns and flowerbeds &C, but romping about were a deal of very pretty small children –

Came running up to Sophy with glad greeting cries perchance the prettiest of them all, a darling with golden curls holding by the hand a somewhat smaller girlchild with dusky skin and wiry black curls – Sophy! Sophy!

La, Miss Flora! said Sophy, as the child jumped into her arms and bestowed several kisses upon her, not at your lessons the morn?

'Tis such a fine day, said the other child, that Mrs Lowndes said we should take ad – take ad-vantage of it while we might.

And here is a kiss for Hannah! said Sophy, suiting the act to the words. And might there be a kiss or two for Livvy?

Livvy knelt down upon the grass and held out her arms. Flora came at once to bestow a kiss in the manner of one that fancies hers will always be desired, and Hannah a little more shyly behind.

What pretty darlings, she said.

Sophy looked at them doatingly, and said, Come, Miss Flora, you might conduct us to your sister’s herb-garden. So Flora put her hands into theirs, and Hannah took Sophy’s other hand, and led them around and about until they came to a plot at which two older girls were standing.

One was assuredly a sister of Lady Offgrange – perchance the Lady Louisa that was to make her come-out shortly – and the other must be Miss Ferraby.

How now, our Flora! Sure there is never somewhat ado but you must be about finding out what 'tis, you little mongoose. But she gave an affectionate ruffle to the golden curls.

Sophy went about to make introductions – Livvy made her dip – Lady Louisa remarked that she had heard very well of Bracewell from her mother and sisters – Livvy blushed – Miss Ferraby said she was entire welcome to make free of her herb-plot, for it fell out that she would be leaving Town shortly and it would fall into neglect for a while and 'twould be a shame that somewhat that might be of use went to waste.

Livvy looked at the herb-garden and remarked upon what a fine one it was: so well-laid-out, and everything so flourishing. Miss Ferraby blushed and said, had been a good season, and had ever had the very wise advice of Lady Jane Knighton, and of course her own mother, on the matter. And while she minded upon it, Williams, that was her mother’s lady’s maid, would be delighted did Lacey and Bracewell join her for a tea-drinking once their labours were done.

Then said, come along, Lou, let us not hover: and, also taking Flora and Hannah with them, left Sophy and Livvy to their task.

'Twas very agreeable: a fine warm day but a pleasing breeze to it; the scents of the herbs; a little buzzing of bees; the more distant sounds of the children at play. And excellent fine fresh herbs that would make up into lotions and washes and salves.

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AWW CHECK OUT THE EMOJIS

Cute spoilers )




....//face in hands fuck what is this fandom doing to me (I blame [personal profile] ranalore. I blame her so much. It was her and [personal profile] musesfool and [personal profile] gwyn I think. BUT MOSTLY RANA)


(ONE person didn't get an emoji, can you figure out who it is? No, not Thanos or his gauntlet, I just didn't want them.) (Wait, no actually it's two!) Argh, mine is missing Dr Strange. But he's there.

I saw the Endgame leak, AMA

Apr. 16th, 2019 10:38 pm
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ETA: THERE ARE NOW MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE ENDING LEAKED FOOTAGE IN THE COMMENTS. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE SPOILED.


BRIEF but GIANT spoilers )

I also did actually like this final mostly retrospective trailer (it did have some Endgame trailer scenes in it near the end, so DON'T WATCH if you want to be completely unspoiled)




This fan tribute is longer, and also, well, kinda more spectacular (also has Endgame trailer scenes in it. No leak footage tho)




AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M GETTING SUCKED IN AGAIN NOOOOO.

eye doctor P.S.

Apr. 16th, 2019 07:24 pm
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Dr. Lazzara told me something today, as an "if this happens, we can deal with it easily, but you need to know about it." cut for people who don't want to read about cataract surgery )

Eye doctor, and GP

Apr. 16th, 2019 05:42 pm
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I saw Dr. Lazzara this afternoon, for the last post-surgery check-up. He is happy with how my eyes look generally, as well as specifically with the eye pressure and my corneas. I have an eyeglass prescription, and he suggested I could get either progressive lenses or bifocal computer glasses. I can in fact see without my glasses; what I can't do is read without them, and it's annoying to have to pull out reading glasses to do things on my cell phone. Meanwhile the non-prescription reading glasses don't work well for distance, and I can't use the same ones to read a book and look at the computer screen.

I will go to the optician in Arlington Center in a couple of days and talk about eyeglass options and prices. (I may also consider going online for reading glasses that correct for the astigmatism; I had poor results in the past trying to mail-order my complicated bifocal/progressive prescription.)

That was the second medical appointment of the day.

I've had an annoying cough for more than a week; over the weekend I decided that since it wasn't getting any better, I should talk to a doctor, make sure it's not pneumonia, and find out if I need an antibiotic. I called Davis Square Family Practice first thing this morning, and they gave me a 1:30 appointment. After asking me some questions, and listening to my lungs very carefully, the doctor said that this is in fact just a lingering cough left from an otherwise-gone respiratory infection. I have a prescription cough suppressant, and an okay to go back to my regular exercises, including walking—"just don't run a marathon." This is disappointing in the sense that she couldn't say "take these, you'll feel a lot better in 48 hours," but it also means that no, calling the doctor Friday would not have been better: I had to remind myself a few time yesterday and Sunday that any plan involving a time machine can be safely disregarded.

I saw a lot of forsythias in bloom today, as well as a few cherry trees, the first maple flowers, and many daffodils; I'd stayed close to home the last few days, and saw a nice variety of bulbs and one dandelion, but no flowering trees.

What a Day

Apr. 16th, 2019 08:14 am
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I was so underslept and exhausted yesterday, and all the news was bad, and then Notre Dame Cathedral was burning. I am numb, and trying not to look at the coverage, because I know it's gone and knowing more just makes it worse. I'd like to keep my numb distance, thanks.

Even the most careful reconstruction will never match those huge, brilliantly colored windows that I saw breathtakingly full of light back in 1990. [ETA: there might be survival of stained glass!] There will be reconstruction, of course, because we are humans, and some things we do not give up, and people will continue to go, and look, and marvel. But I still grieve what was, even knowing that this is what happens to all the works of our hands, eventually.

My brain keeps saying, "Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair; nothing beside remains." Not strictly accurate for the occasion, but that's what I got. I took a pill to help me sleep last night, which sort of helped; when I roused, each time I felt drowsily unsettled until I remembered: Notre Dame. Then I fell back under, praying that sleep would soothe over the harsh edges.

I'm going to see a performance of Handel's "Semele" tonight; more ephemeral art, that will live in my mortal ears and brain.

Intelligence for the publick

Apr. 16th, 2019 08:00 am
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Today, we are gratify'd to announce, is the publication day for Clorinda Cathcart's Circle Volume 2, A Man of Independent Mind, dealing with Alexander MacDonald, MA. Notes concerning the allusions and references therein contained may also be found at the website.

Up from the country (7)

Apr. 16th, 2019 07:15 am
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 Mrs Atkins had said that 'twould be quite in order did Livvy wait in her own sitting-room belowstairs for Sophy to come call on Sunday afternoon. 'Twas a very fine one – and Livvy did not need to ask the identity of the fellow in the water-colour sketch upon the wall, for Lorimer had conveyed to her the sad tale of Mrs Atkins’ husband – followed his conscience and did what he considered the right thing in agitating for fair wages, but alas, the judge came down on him very harsh and he was transported, has been in New South Wales this while, where he has come into the company of Lady Bexbury’s acquaintances the Thornes, excellent people that work for the improvement of the lot of the convicts, and she is in some thought to go out there once he has served out his term.

Mrs Atkins was, indeed, about her Sabbath task of writing a letter to her husband when Livvy came in, but looked up smiling. Sit down, Bracewell dear, I fancy 'twill not be long afore Lacey gets here. She put down her pen and stretched out her arms. Such a deal of news to convey, she said.

Livvy asked had Mrs Atkins lately heard from Mr Atkins, and she sighed a little and said, 'tis a deal of a way for letters to come: but, 'tis very kind, Mrs Lowndes, that is the governess at Raxdell House, whose sister went out with the Thornes and made that painting, lately had a letter from her and sent to let me know that all was well and there was no adverse news come.

There was a tap at the door and Sophy came in. She made a little bob to Mrs Atkins, that smiled benignly upon her – sure Sophy in her Sunday-best was a very pretty sight! – and said she need be in no haste to bring Bracewell back, the family spent a quiet day at home.

Well, then, said Sophy, taking Livvy’s hand, come along then. I was in some hopes we might have some finer conveyance than the trap, but sure we should not sigh that the stables are doing such business that all the other carriages are hired the day!

For there, in the stableyard, was a neat trap with a well-groomed pony between the shafts, and a fellow sitting in it that must be Sophy’s sweetheart, for she could see Sophy smile exceedingly at the sight of him. He stepped down in order to hand them up –

Livvy, permit me to introduce Mr Samuel Jupp, that I am walking out with – Livvy made a little bob – Sam, this is Livvy Bracewell, that is Lady Fairleigh’s maid – Sam bowed over her hand and declared that he was delighted to meet her.

Oh, one might observe, as they drove off, that he quite doated upon Sophy! Very pretty. And a fine well-set-up fellow in good clothes, that had a nice hand at driving through the crowded streets –

Such numbers of people, she had never seen the like. Sophy squeezed her hand. Sure the crowds are out! What we purpose is to drive to the mews, we may walk to the Park from there, and then when we have spent enough time upon that, Euphemia says we are exceeding welcome to come take tea. That is, my cousin Euphemia, that is Lady Bexbury’s cook –

And, said Sam, a most renowned hand at her art!

'Tis so, said Sophy.

That is very civil of her, said Livvy.

O, is quite the soul of hospitality! said Sophy. Well, here we are already.

Sam helped them down from the trap, and went see to the pony, but left it in the hands of one of the stable grooms, so that he might escort the two of 'em out of the mews, and along a street or two and –

Livvy blinked. Such a large park. So many people. And cows! And sheep! Sure she had been led to anticipate that there would be riders and mayhap those driving carriages but had not expected that.

Sophy linked an arm through hers. I daresay it may strike a little daunting – Livvy nodded – but indeed, we shall be entire safe with Sam to look after us, and sure, most people are entire civil conducted in the Park of a Sunday afternoon. But perchance, do you not have one about you, I should give you a hatpin.

Your cousin said somewhat to me of your wisdom in the matter of hatpins

Sophy giggled. Why, a hatpin is a useful thing to keep about one to poke any fellow that goes about to be unwarranted saucy – but, she said, giving Sam a nudge in the side, sure I have never been obliged to do the like to Sam!

Sam looked down at her very doating indeed.

So they walked about a little, and Sophy pointed out a few people in the crowds, and then observed that Livvy seemed a little overwhelmed and perchance they should go drink a little tea, and that was indeed a relief, to return to the mews, and to go in at the belowstairs entrance of Lady Bexbury’s house and be shown in to a fine large well-kept kitchen. Where there was not only Sophy’s tall cousin Euphemia about matters of kettles &C, but two most adorable curly-headed infants playing about the floor.

This is Ben and Patience, said Sophy, that are twins.

Euphemia looked down at 'em proudly fond. Sophy, do you go put 'em into their pen, so that they do not get under my feet while I am about brewing tea –

O, that was a clever device, a corner of the kitchen fenced off so that the twins could not get into somewhat they should not but yet be under their mother’s eye.

So then there came tea, and a deal of very fine cake and tarts and biscuits, and in came Hector, that was Euphemia’s husband, and made very civil, though even so was a somewhat daunting figure –

Though even more daunting was the figure that came in shortly after, that was the famed Docket. Livvy got up and made a deep bob, to which Docket returned a gracious nod, and said, heard well of her from Lorimer. Livvy blushed considerable, and buried her face in her teacup.

Docket cleared her throat and said, this very pretty notion of hers of making up some fine lotions and washes for Miss Millick? It perchances that Miss Ferraby has a very fine herb garden at Raxdell House – the Ferraby girls come visit Her Ladyship today – and she would be entire delighted did Bracewell care to go over there some time during the next se’ennight to help herself to such of the crop as might suit her.

O! cried Livvy, indeed I was in some worry over how I should find good fresh herbs to my purpose – that is most exceeding kind.

And the gardens at Raxdell House are a very fine sight in themselves, said Euphemia, 'tis entirely a thing one should see does one have the chance.

She had heard that Lunnon people were cold and hard and unfriendly: sure she did not find it so. She looked about the table, smiling.

two quotes on Notre Dame

Apr. 15th, 2019 04:59 pm
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....vaste symphonie en pierre, pour ainsi dire ; œuvre colossale d’un homme et d’un peuple, tout ensemble une et complexe comme les Iliades et les Romanceros dont elle est sœur ; produit prodigieux de la cotisation de toutes les forces d’une époque, où sur chaque pierre on voit saillir en cent façons la fantaisie de l’ouvrier disciplinée par le génie de l’artiste ; sorte de création humaine, en un mot, puissante et féconde comme la création divine dont elle semble avoir dérobé le double caractère : variété, éternité.*

- Victor Hugo


Then they set forth to get breakfast. The alchemist and the interstellar archaeologist went first, speaking French; the Gaulish slave and the professor from Indiana followed, speaking Latin, and holding hands. The narrow streets were crowded, bright with sunshine. Above them Notre Dame reared its two towers against the sky. Beside them the Seine rippled softly. It was April in Paris, and on the banks of the river the chestnuts were in bloom.

- Ursula K. le Guin



*"A vast symphony in stone, as it were; the colossal achievement of a man and a nation—one and yet complex—like the Iliades and the Romances to which it is sister—prodigious result of the union of all the resources of an epoch, where on every stone is displayed in a hundred variations the fancy of the craftsman controlled by the genius of the artist; in a word, a sort of human Creation, mighty and prolific, like the divine Creation, of which it seems to have caught the double characteristics—variety and eternity."

"....a vast symphony in stone, so to speak; the colossal work of one man and one people, all together one and complex, like the Iliads and the Romanceros, whose sister it is; prodigious product of the grouping together of all the forces of an epoch, where, upon each stone, one sees the fancy of the workman disciplined by the genius of the artist start forth in a hundred fashions; a sort of human creation, in a word, powerful and fecund as the divine creation of which it seems to have stolen the double character,—variety, eternity." - tr. Isabel Hapgood

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Apr. 15th, 2019 01:27 pm
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I was just comfort rereading To Say Nothing of the Dog last night because I was so sick, and woke up to the news that Notre Dame is burning. I don't have any words at all. It is just heartbreaking.
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HAVE YOU TRIED A TIGHT HAT

HAVE YOU TRIED SPACE YOGA

HAVE YOU TRIED GARGLING ROCKET FUEL

HAVE YOU TRIED TEN GRAINS OF LAUDANUM

HAVE YOU TRIED MEDITATING ON CORNHOLE

HAVE YOU TRIED ADJUSTING YOUR ATTITUDE UNTIL IT IS DIRECTED FIRMLY TOWARDS THE ANTISOLAR POINT

HAVE YOU TRIED BEING PRESENT IN THE PRESENT MOMENT OF THE PRESENT


Context has had enough.

Up from the country (6)

Apr. 15th, 2019 08:50 am
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Livvy was just about putting matters to rights in the dressing-room now that the various partly-completed gowns had been took away for Mamzelle Bridgette’s seamstresses to work upon 'em, when there was a tap upon the door, and put her head around the door Her Ladyship, Lady Offgrange herself. Bracewell! Are you alone?

Livvy made a bob and nodded. Yes, Your Ladyship.

Lady Offgrange entered, followed by her sister Lady Emily Merrett, that was, indeed, quite her equal in looks. Only, she said in lowered tones, thought this was an opportunity, since Mama and Milly go call upon the Duchess, to come convoke with you upon the matter.

Livvy frowned a little and then smoothed it away to put on what she hoped was a helpful expression.

What Nan means is, said Lady Emily, that we wish to be sure that Milly does not go marry except for entire willingness –

Because, said Lady Offgrange, with a chiding look at her sister, if 'tis a question of provision for her later years, she need be in no fears over that, our brother Nuttenford is quite entire disposed to make her a pension –

And, went on Lady Emily, there is a pretty little cottage nigh unto the house at Attervale, would entirely suit her, Lalage and I would entire delight to have her there. But the concern I took, was that this fellow is some elderly invalid that goes marry poor Milly so that he may have a nurse

Oh, Em!

Oh no, Your Ladyships, said Livvy, Sir Toby is a hale fellow in middle years, very took with Miss Millick this while.

Say you so!

Livvy bit her lip and said, Sure I fancy Miss Millick was somewhat moved to pity the poor fellow – for he would oft come visit at the manor and look considerable wistful at how contented Sir Charles was at his own fireside now he was married –

Miss Millick, she added, very kindly gave me some lessoning in my letters and such matters to improve my capacities, and would sometimes talk when our lessons were over, over a cup of tea or so. And occasional there would be a matter of Sir Toby having his neighbours to dine at his house and she would come back and say, sure one might see it was a sadly bachelor establishment.

And, she continued, I was exceeding grateful to her and showed my thankfulness by way of undertaking little tasks of mending and making lotions for the hands &C.

Lady Emily sighed and said sure Bracewell was a more grateful pupil than they had shown themselves and doubtless more diligent too. But, you are sure she is entirely inclined to this match?

Fie, Em, you think all as ill-inclined to wedlock as you are!

Lady Emily blushed. 'Tis just that I think of what dear Lalage will say, that she had no great inclination towards Mr Derringe, but what other men of the slightest eligibility that showed any notion towards her did she see? And sure 'twould have been a change from being the spinster daughter of the parsonage.

Going among South Sea cannibals!

Oh, Nan! She says he assured her 'twas entire calumny that the fellows he went missionize among ate human flesh. And 'twas not true he was eat, 'twas a fever he died of, afore she could join him.

Livvy’s mouth fell open.

Lady Offgrange sighed. I am sure Milly has achieved to inculcate better manners in Bracewell than she ever did in us, as well. We are shocking ill-conducted creatures. Here is dear Viola that, I fancy, goes offer to Mama that she will take Lou under her wing when she makes her debut, go about to present her at Court, and I go fret and worry what freak Lou will be about bringing us all to disgrace once more.

Lady Emily put an arm about her sister’s shoulder. Nan, Lou has been this while living at Raxdell House with the Ferrabys, with the excellent example of her friend Bess and that model of womanhood Mrs Ferraby before her, Lady Bexbury ever in and out of the household, surely that must have an influence?

'Tis so, agreed Lady Offgrange, la, do you collect Aunt Laetitia looking daggers at Mrs Ferraby that house-party at the Gartslades when she was trying to make up a match for one or t’other of us with Lord Ketterwell, that wearisome mope? And complaining very bitter about the kind of people the Gartslades thought fit to invite, out of their hearing. But sure we should not be rehearsing old family gossip and scandal! I fancy we may be entire assured that Milly is delighted in this match –

Livvy cleared her throat and said, fancied that Miss Millick perchance had a little nervousness over finding herself Lady Madden with a position in the county but had no doubt that she would quite entirely live up to it.

O, indeed – one might visit to advance her consequence – send presents of game from Dambert Chase and have Nuttenford do likewise – hothouse fruit &C –

What good-hearted young ladies they were, for all they called themselves ill-conducted.

And does Eddy, added Lady Emily, marry this young lady he has been hanging out after, and go take up country life, I daresay there will be visiting to and fro –

Livvy blinked. She had some notion that there was a plan that eventually young Mr Edward would come live at the manor and become Sir Charles’ heir, but had not known that a marriage was yet in prospect. Would make a considerable change!

Sure 'tis a relief he now hangs out to court some young lady he may offer honourable suit to – o, I know everyone says Sir Hartley is entire happy that Lady Zellen finds some young fellow to squire her around while he must be about his business in Parliament &C so that she need not sit tedious at home, and Clorinda will say that among the Italians 'tis quite the accepted thing, and is considered to convey polish &C to young fellows entering upon Society. But e’en so –

Lady Emily wrinkled her nose. Sure I find it hard to imagine Sir Hartley offering a challenge. And while one hears of these cases of crim. con.'tis not as though Eddy has a fortune to his name that could pay damages.

Livvy said, perchance 'twas presuming in her to enquire, but who was the young lady that Mr Edward was courting? (For there had been some mention of the matter, but sure she would like to learn more.)

Oh, said Lady Offgrange, 'tis Miss Cecilia Brumpage, her father is exceedingly rich from cotton and in Parliament and part of a very good set, Tony thinks very highly of him, her sister is Lady Abertyldd, and she is an excellent fine singer.

A most agreeable creature, said Lady Emily. Fine looks, too. But come, Em, we should not linger and distract Bracewell from her duties.

Well, thought Livvy, after they had gone, that was all a deal to think about.

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Apr. 14th, 2019 05:38 pm
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Dragging myself off to bed very early because my teeth started hurting again last night, my head hurts, and my sinuses ache and are congested. Whoo. Altho then when I lie down, my skin feels oversensitive like when I have flu and my knees ache. Insomnia and sleep apnea help not one whit. I should probably go to the not-so-free clinic, altho that involves going outside and typically means a fight over getting antibiotics and "Have you tried losing weight?" and "Have you tried a neti pot?" and "Do you know that antibiotics don't really cure sinus infections?" (They cure mine, which are long-lasting and severe and always have been, and linger for months and make me miserable if I don't get the pills. Please, no arguing or alternative suggestions in the comments, I have heard them all and they do not work.) Bodies. Why.

Up from the country (5)

Apr. 14th, 2019 10:49 am
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Livvy had never seen a fellow that was so pretty as Sophy’s cousin Maurice – why, his eyelashes were even longer than Sophy’s own! – and indeed his manner was not what one came across in Herefordshire. But it came about to turn out that he had dressed Lady Fairleigh aforetimes, before she married Sir Charles –

Why, Lady Fairleigh, I fancy you have put on flesh with country living, exceeding becoming. We must go alter your mannequin.  Now, you must say at once do you feel tired, or any little ache, would not keep you standing beyond what you can bear –

Livvy was quite entire reassured to hear that, and stood back a little to watch him at work, yet to be ready to help Lady Fairleigh to her chair at need.

And then, when Lady Fairleigh had at last sat down, he turned to Miss Millick and said, he confided they had the pleasure of preparing a trousseau for her, and she tittered a little and cast down her eyes and – was that a blush – and said, did not wish to be mutton dressed as lamb

Naught of the kind! but I understand that you are to be wed to a gentleman of the county, a JP – sure you must be dressed entire proper and becoming to your station and we can entire contrive that.

Maurice is quite right, said Lady Fairleigh, dear Milly, give me the pleasure of seeing you attired in keeping with your new rank.

So kind, said Miss Millick with a slight sob.

Well, said Maurice, now I have your measurements, and some better notion of your requirements, I will return the morrow with some stuffs to be about preliminary fitting.

And he returned the following day, and it was an entire pleasure to watch him at work, and he continued most exceeding thoughtful to Lady Fairleigh, very pretty. While Miss Millick quite came on as she saw how she might look decked in a fine silk gown of exceptional elegant cut – I shall hardly know myself! she cried.

Let us hope, said Lady Fairleigh, that Sir Toby will recognize his bride. They laughed.

Finally, all was laid by, and Maurice said that he fancied the ladies would do well to go take tea and refresh themselves, so Miss Millick took Lady Fairleigh’s chair to convey her to the sitting-room. Lorimer said that she hoped that Maurice would take a little tea with 'em, before returning to Mamzelle Bridgette’s establishment – and supposed he would be sending one to carry all these things to their workroom?

Tea would come very grateful! – and indeed, will send the morn.

So there was tea, and some exchange of gossip 'twixt Maurice and Lorimer, concerning the ladies that went to be dressed at Mamzelle Bridgette’s, and what marriages were upon hand, and young ladies making their debut in Society, &C.

Next Season, I daresay, said Maurice, we may be in anticipation of dressing Lady Louisa for her come-out?

Lorimer looked pleased and said, indeed she herself was minded that way. But, she said, as I daresay you know, she is the greatest friends with Miss Ferraby, goes stay with her at Raxdell House, and of course Mrs Ferraby is dressed by Madame Lisette.

Why, one cannot complain of Lisette’s handiwork – has her own style, and one sees it suits Mrs Ferraby exceedingly. But, having the pleasure of dressing her sisters, confess should take great pleasure in dressing Lady Louisa. One hears she is quite entirely a match for 'em.

Lorimer smiled fondly and said, sure one might wish that they might all three be painted together.

And still no marriage upon hand for Lady Emily?

Lorimer sighed and said, she feared that Lady Emily had give more of her heart than she had ever revealed to that wretch that eloped with Mrs Darton Kendall to Nova Scotia.

Livvy was finding all this entire fascinating.

But, said Maurice, jumping up, sure I should be about my business and not dilly-dally any longer. Shall be back for further fittings.

But hardly was he out of the door than Lorimer said, look there, was in such haste that has left his hussif of needles on the dressing-table, half-hid there. Do you run after him with it, Livvy.

So Livvy went after him, along the corridor, and down the back-stairs, and as she descended could hear men’s voices ahead. Came to the landing and saw one of the footmen looming at Maurice in no friendly-looking fashion, and saying somewhat –

She did not hear what words Maurice spoke back in a low tone, but in a fierce manner, and the footman stepped back a pace –

Sure, 'twas quite the like of Sir Charles’ little terrier bitch Whisky, that was not only the terror of rats, but would defy any dog that came about the place, however many times larger than her it might be, and daunt even a mastiff.

They must have heard her upon the stair, for they turned to look at her. She remembered Sophy’s demonstrating-consequence face: you lifted your eyebrows a little – you pursed up your mouth – you looked a person up and down: she did so to the footman, that stepped back, gave a little bob of the head, and muttered somewhat about hearing a bell before scurrying off.

La, Bracewell, said Maurice, I perceive that Sophy has been teaching you the Docket-face. Has she yet conveyed to you her wisdom in the matter of hatpins?

Are you all right? asked Livvy.

Maurice snorted. Oh, a very presuming fellow. But sure, a little dusky – fellow the like of me must learn to look after himself. Livvy handed him the hussif. Fie, sure I am forgetful and would have been chidden unmerciful by Biddy! Thank you.

Fie, 'tis naught. But I should be getting back, to see does Lady Fairleigh need aught.

Maurice smiled. It was a very pretty sight. 'Tis a fine thing, he said, to see how exceeding well Lady Fairleigh looks. I fancy she is well looked-after.

Why should she not be? cried Livvy. Such a fine kind lady.

One sees that! Well, I must be about my ways.

for later

Apr. 13th, 2019 09:57 pm
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Were thistleingrey to link here to her own book posts put up elsewhere:

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This may be only the second or third time it's come up since I began posting to LJ in, uh, late 2002 or early 2003--but the memoir I'm reading now can't go here, more so than the pink essay collection. I was once acquainted with the memoir's author; it affects how I read the memoir. And though I still wouldn't really want people looking for my legal-name presences to come upon this space immediately (despite my having access-locked most older content on principle), going hence thither is less weird, I think.

I may not put you on such a filter even if you ask! Asking is free, however.

(I've punted on fiction for the nonce, mostly because I skimmed one or two screenfuls of several novels and then managed to slide through several chapters of the memoir. Please, oh please let me not become the kind of person who only reads biographies. There's nothing wrong with biographies and memoirs, but only that would be another means of self-displacement. I don't need any more of it.)

Cake Feeder Afternoon

Apr. 13th, 2019 11:00 pm
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This afternoon at the cake feeder:

Common Starling

A male starling (you can tell by the corners of the beak - boys are blue, girls are pink - seriously) attacks the cake feeder. I think he's pretty young, firstly because he's still got a lot of brown in his plumage (mature males have a beautiful 'oil on water' sheen to them), but also because he's clearly not had a lot of experience perching on a feeder as he eats. He was flapping and making the feeder bang around the entire time, until he finally managed to get some cake.
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OMFG @Emo Kylo Ren is back

Apr. 13th, 2019 04:31 pm
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OH JESUS I MISSED THIS ONE


Up from the country (4)

Apr. 13th, 2019 10:24 am
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Scarcely had the remains of breakfast been taken away when a footman came with a card on a tray.

O, cried Lady Fairleigh, 'tis dear Clorinda Bexbury comes calling, indeed I am at home to her, she may come at once, and then go desire coffee of the kitchen.

Well, one need not be in any fret was Lady Bexbury the visitor – was there any little trouble she would ring or call at once – so Livvy went into the dressing-room to be about her morning tasks. But has not got very far upon these when there was a tap upon the door and came bouncing in and running over to give her a hearty kiss her dear friend Sophy Lacey, as plump and as pretty as ever.

Oh, Livvy! she exclaimed. Sure you are looking well!

Not as well as you, declared Livvy. Sure I fancy having a sweetheart suits you.

Sophy cast down her eyes and smiled and said, Indeed, Sam was quite the best of fellows, and she had the purpose to introduce him to Livvy on Sunday, when surely Lady Fairleigh would give Livvy a little leisure to recreate herself, and they might go walk in the Park?

What, we may go walk in the Park as if we was ladies?

Entirely so! Sophy looked about and said, but she would not wish to keep Livvy in idle chatter from her work, and they could well enough talk while they were about their business, and set her hand to the tidying up of the dressing-table while Livvy went about shaking out and folding up Lady Fairleigh’s nightgown, and tending to various matters of arranging her wardrobe that had not had time for the previous day.

Sophy, sniffing at a pot of lotion before she put the top firmly upon it, remarked that Livvy came about to have a very nice hand in the stillroom, and sure it was an advantage to have that excellent fine herb-garden just outside the door. And that minded her, she had a couple of similar matters for Lorimer, that had been give her by her Aunty Black and by Mrs Ferraby, in case Lady Offgrange came into any little trouble while suckling her latest baby –

My Aunty Black, added Sophy, was many years at the Lying-In Hospital, that is now called for the late Queen, and will still take select private patients; and Mrs Ferraby, that is the domestic ruler at Raxdell House, and she and her entire family are quite the dearest friends of Her Ladyship, a deal of visiting to and fro, is most exceedingly noted for her wisdom in matters of motherhood.

At this moment, came in a maid with a tea-tray, and placed it upon a table. Sophy pursed up her lips and looked at her and gave her a nod and said, 'tis well.

La, Sophy, do you act the grand lady?

Fie, 'tis entire proper to demonstrate our consequence as Docket has taught me. Sophy then giggled. But let us have some tea, and o, there are some biscuits to it, that Arabella has a fine hand with.

'Twas indeed so that Arabella had an exceeding fine hand with biscuits – had this receipt, said Sophy, I fancy from Euphemia, but has added somewhat to it – she looked thoughtful – perchance a little zest o’ lemon?

Sophy, said Livvy, was a thing I wished your advice on.

Sophy tilted her head. Why, ask on.

Would like to make some proper gift to Miss Millick upon her marriage – has been most exceeding kind to me, had brought me on in writing considerable –

One may see that from your letters!

 - but I know not what I might give her. I was in some thoughts of mayhap getting in the way of buying some fine wool and making her a shawl, but doubt I would finish it in time, and anyway, here it is being give out that there is some plan of cashmere shawls from the young Mr Merretts.

Sophy giggled and said, have heard somewhat of that, for there have been consultations with Lady Bexbury’s very exquisite taste in the matter. But let me think upon this a moment – no, do you take the last biscuit.

She sipped her tea, and looked thoughtful, and said, was I not saying that you have a very pretty hand in the stillroom? Might you not make her up an array of lotions and washes – I fancy I could put you in the way of acquiring a set of pretty chaney pots to put 'em in – mayhap a fine wooden case to hold 'em – is a fellow has done a deal of work about our household, Hector will have interest with him – and you might offer that when the pots are empty you will refill 'em.

O, Sophy, that is a very fine idea! For indeed she has praised my lotion for the hands, and the wash for the face, &C, that I have put up for her.

Well, then, I will go pursue the matter. Sophy stood up. And I will just go convey these matters to Lorimer lest I forget.

She returned some little while later. Livvy, you did not tell me that my cousin Maurice comes here to undertake fittings for Lady Fairleigh and Miss Millick!

What?

La, they have not yet told you? My cousin Maurice went become a dressmaker at Mamzelle Bridgette’s, that is quite one of the most highly esteemed modistes in Town – Biddy Smith, that takes that name for purposes of trade, is Docket’s dearest bosom friend – and he has quite the nicest way with dressing ladies.

Livvy frowned. A fellow that goes dress ladies?

Indeed, has an entire talent for it.

Well, maybe that was the way things were in Lunnon.

At first, Sophy went on with a little wrinkle of her nose, you may find his manner a little strange, I daresay 'tis not what you are used to, but he is a good kind soul. And that minds me, has said that should you care to go to the play, would be able obtain passes, has a friend or so in the theatre owing him favours.

O, cried Livvy, go to the play? O, I should greatly like to do so!

I will be about it, then.

There was the tinkle of a bell.

O, ‘tis Lady Fairleigh rings for me.

They sprang to their feet.

And, said Sophy, I fancy that imports that Lady Bexbury is on her departure, or mayhap goes call upon Lady Offgrange first.

Is not Lady Offgrange lovely? said Livvy as they went to the sitting-room.

O, very well in her way, said Sophy with a toss of her head, and still has the bloom of youth, but sure she cannot compare with Her Ladyship.

And one might see that 'twas not merely loyalty on Sophy’s part to make that judgement, seeing Lady Bexbury, quite informal arrayed to make morning calls upon friends, an entire vision. Livvy made a dip.

Lady Bexbury smiled and said, she would not ask how Bracewell liked Town, for she doubted she had had much chance to see any of it so far, but she dared say that she would have some little while at liberty during Lady Fairleigh’s sojourn here to go frolic with Sophy?

Lady Fairleigh smiled herself and said, 'twould be a pity to bring Livvy all this way and not give her a chance to sample the delights of Town, and she was sure that Sophy would be an excellent guide.

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The Friday Five for 12 April 2019: Songs


1. What are the five oldest songs on your iPod, computer, or phone (whatever device you store your music on)?

(Okay no, I'm not doing five for every question.) Yeah this shows up the problem for me with these questions -- my music is ALL OVER the place. I don't have an iPod (or a phone), I have a laptop with YouTube, iTunes, Spotify and I EVEN HAVE CDS. AND CONCERT DVDS! //audience reels in horror -- I mean, I have Benjamin Bagby performing Beowulf on DVD which probably qualifies a "oldest" but also doesn't feel right. In terms of songs, not piano etudes or whatever, stuff from the 1930s, like "Happy Feet"....no, fuckdammit, not the penguins thing....



or something from the 20s by MusicProf78, whose channel is amazing.

(Crap, I realized I forgot folksongs, which are much older! Oh well.)


2. And the five newest songs?

The very newest song is probably off Deserted by the Mekons




3. What’s your favorite song to sing along to?

Uhhh. Lots of them? (I don't do karaoke though.) It's hard to pick a FAVOURITE. Maybe "Bohemian Rhapsody"?




4. What’s the first song you ever memorized?

It was maybe either "Imagine" (one of the first rock songs I ever heard!) (possibly "Revolution"?) or the live version of "Changes," one of the first rock songs I can remember really consciously trying to memorize, as opposed to "Space Oddity," which I can't remember not knowing the words to.








5. What song is your current earworm?

Right now it's a tie:



At least I get to wear jeans today.

Apr. 12th, 2019 08:22 am
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While dayjob was in boss-transition a while back, we sneakily implemented the wearing of jeans on Fridays, and since that's now been in place for over two years, I get to wear jeans on Fridays. Jeans are my favorite trousers to wear, so this is something to look forward to all week. I am also wearing comfy sneakers, a button-up shirt, and a pullover merino sweater, all of which will help me get through this day on which I am underslept but still have an evening commitment.

I was intending to go to the gym at lunch today, but something I ate yesterday disagreed with me and due to my body's rejection of it, I ended up awake for a couple of hours in the middle of the night. I decided that puking up my guts and then doing intervals twelve hours later was not a good idea. I think it was just the one thing that upset my digestion, whatever it was, because coffee and oatmeal went down fine this morning; if I'm really sick, coffee is often distasteful to me.

Dress rehearsal for the Debussy Nocturnes is tonight, and incidentally our first run of the piece with the actual conductor, Yannick Nézet-Séguin. I am looking forward to working with him for the first time, and hoping he doesn't have too many notes for us given that our piece is only about ten minutes long and has no text. Tomorrow, I am carpooling with a couple of other singers who live in Center City out to the afternoon performance at Immaculata College. Sunday night is the evening concert at the Kimmel Center; my friend Lisa took one of my comp tickets. Locals, I have one more comp if you are interested, at Will Call under my name.

I haven't made any other plans for the weekend, though I need to do laundry on Sunday, and hopefully see friends who are not choir.

Continuing my "shopping spree," last night I found a pair of $20 jeans to replace a favorite pair that I can now see through in the thighs and rear. Alas, the new ones are midrise instead of highrise. Curses on midrise and lowrise jeans! My middle-aged belly fat does not approve of them.

Up from the country (3)

Apr. 12th, 2019 08:50 am
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Indeed, they had scarce finished their tea-drinking, and Livvy was just about washing her hands so that she might commence once more upon the task of unpacking, when came Sir Charles pushing Lady Fairleigh’s wheelchair, saying, Livvy, while 'twas an entire delight to Lady Fairleigh to see her family, sure they are a boisterous set when they are together –

Lady Fairleigh gave a little laugh and said, they are that, sure I am not as used to it as I was.

 - so I said I thought 'twould be prudent for her to take a little rest afore we all go dine.

Livvy nodded, and said, Mayhap did she take down and brush out My Lady’s hair?

Lady Fairleigh nodded. 'Twould be most exceeding soothing, she said.

So Sir Charles said he would leave her in Livvy’s good hands and go back to the crowd, and assure them that 'twas no matter of sickness but merely a little retreat and would be at dinner.

Livvy helped Lady Fairleigh to the chair at the dressing table and started to take her hair down – o, a few strands of gray, but most of it still that fine rich brown – and to brush it with slow strokes to the accompaniment of remarks on how well the children did – what a dear little thing was baby Gussie – how little Di came on – and Rebecca – what a very fine creature was Rebecca – went about to present dear Nuttenford with an heir very shortly.

That must be very pleasing, said Livvy. What a pretty child is Lady Diana – came running in here –

Indeed, Nan said so, that she takes after her father that was an explorer. Well, do you help me to bed, I will have a little nap to be fresh for dinner.

So Livvy went make sure all the pillows were plumped up and all in place for Lady Fairleigh’s comfort, and made sure the curtains were drawn, and heard her already begin to breathe sweet and regular in a refreshing sleep. She left the bedroom door just a little ajar, just in case there might be any matter that needed her, and went very quietly about finishing the unpacking and seeing that all was in order, and readying the gown that she supposed Lady Fairleigh would wear the e’en.

Later, when Lady Fairleigh had woken once more looking entire refreshed, and Livvy had dressed her and arranged the cushion in her chair just so and helped her into it, Sir Charles came smiling in to say that the family went assemble in the drawing-room, raised his lady’s hand to his lips and said, she was looking very fine, had Livvy been busy with rouge?

Tush, Sir Charles, a lady of my years, painting! – Alas, I fear 'tis not unknown! – but I have had a nice little rest and am ready for company again.

He took the handles of the chair and steered it out of the door.

Livvy began to tidy up, and to wonder herself about where she was supposed to dine.

A few moments later Lorimer came in and said, of course Bracewell would be dining at Mrs Atkins’ table belowstairs, she would take her down, but perchance she would desire to tidy a little first?

Indeed she would, but it did not take long, and Lorimer led her down to where Mrs Atkins and the other upper servants – that were not immediate engaged about the business of serving dinner – dined themselves.

Sure they did themselves exceeding well!

Partway through their first course came in a very well-looking woman that must be the cook? – dabbing at her face with a kerchief and smiling considerable, remarking that had got all off very satisfactory, did not need to stand over any longer. And this must be Bracewell?

Livvy rose to make her a dip.

Fie, child, make no ceremony! She sat down and helped herself from the dishes upon the table. After she had satisfied her immediate hunger, she turned to Livvy and said, Heard Lady Fairleigh did most exceeding well? and that Selina went about to become a mother?

O, said Livvy, has already had one litter.

What, Selina! sure country life wreaks a change! And Miss Millick goes marry?

So Livvy, while sopping up the exceeding fine gravy with some bread, recounted once more the tale of Sir Toby’s wooing, and all thought it a very proper match, and they dared say Sir Toby already had an establishment?

Well, said Livvy, has been somewhat of a bachelor household these many years since his first wife died. But is a fine kindly fellow –

She could see that all went consider upon whether there were those among their connexions might suitably be preferred to some place in his household –

I daresay, she went on, that Miss Millick will be in requirement of a lady’s maid in particular.

And then yawned exceedingly. She apologized profusely, but Lorimer said, sure she must have had a very long day, and doubted not that Lady Fairleigh would not be lingering late –

Indeed, I should go be on hand for her.

Sure she had already fallen into a little doze in her chair when Sir Charles pushed his lady’s wheelchair into the dressing-room, but quickly jumped up to be about readying her for bed and making sure she was entirely comfortable.

I go sit up a little with Nuttenford and Offgrange, said Sir Charles. You will not mind, my dear?

Not in the least, I would not hinder you from masculine converse: I am sure there are a deal of matters you might convoke upon.

He raised her hand to his lips. I will not disturb you the night – has been a long day for you, and I fancy you should sleep in, and orders have been given that you will breakfast in your sitting-room.

She smiled at him. Everyone is so kind. That will be entire charming.

 

The next morn Lorimer took Livvy down to breakfast belowstairs – indeed there was no stinting in this household! – and then she scurried back to make sure that Lady Fairleigh had not already woke and had need of her. But no, she slumbered on most exceeding peaceful, until she woke up smiling and said, that she fancied she was ready to face the day –

 - as came toddling into the dressing-room and on into the bedroom little Lady Diana, that cried out, Gramma! and held out her chubby little arms to be lifted up to be cuddled.

Livvy looked at Lady Fairleigh, that nodded and smiled, so she lifted the infant, and disposed her in such a way that she hoped 'twould bring no hurt to her grandmother, that seemed entire delighted at this visit, kissing the little girl very warm. Livvy went about drawing open the curtains, and opening a window a little, for she did not like to leave, just in case.

But very shortly came in a gentleman – Livvy made a curtesy – Dear Mama-in-law, I am sorry that our dear Di makes such impetuous early visits, but I see she takes greatly to her grandmama –

Why, said Lady Fairleigh, I should like to fancy 'tis so, what a darling she is. But I daresay she should go back to the nursery, and mayhap I might come call upon her and little Gussie there later?

An excellent plan!

So the Marquess, for must be he, picked up his daughter, and kissed her very doating, and said, Grandmama would come visit later on; and she waved goodbye over his shoulder as they left.

Lady Fairleigh heaved a happy sigh. What an excellent fellow he is! Such a fine doating father as well such a good husband – indeed it all fell out far better than one would have anticipated.

Let us, said Livvy, get you up, and they have brought plenty of good hot water so that you may wash, and will you have your wrapper, or put on your morning dress?

O, morning dress I think. I fancy I may have callers already is it known that we come to Town.

So once dressed and set very comfortable in her chair with the rightly placed cushions, Livvy pushed her into the sitting-room, and rang to say that Lady Fairleigh was entire ready for her breakfast.

That came far sooner than one might have supposed, borne on a tray by Mrs Stevens the cook herself.

O! Arabella! So very kind! sure you must have more to do the morn than run to and fro with trays.

Fie, Lady Fairleigh, 'tis an entire pleasure to see you and looking so very well. Sure country life suits you.

Country life and, I confide, Sir Charles’ company, said Lady Fairleigh with a pretty smile.

And we hear Selina also does well in the country and goes become a mother.

Indeed she does, the naughty puss.

Arabella poured tea and handed the cup to Lady Fairleigh. She paused for a moment, cast down her eyes and said, she did not wish to presume, but was the kittens not all spoken for, should greatly like to have one of 'em –

Lady Fairleigh laughed. Why, you should be entire welcome! But I should tell you, that when the whim comes upon dear Selina, 'tis entirely like the lady in the ballad that cares no more for her goose-feather bed, but will be off with the raggle-taggle gypsy-o, and we fear that her kittens are sired by some very disreputable tom that lurks about the farmyard.

Arabella giggled. Selina! That was quite the proudest of cats and would deliver the cut to any she considered beneath her notice.

Mayhap 'tis the effect of country air. Also becomes quite a mighty huntress and will bring in offerings of mice and voles &C.

Well, I will leave you to breakfast in peace.

Livvy remarked that Selina had made herself quite the favourite – had been a deal of asking after her. Indeed, she is an out of the common fine cat.

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In my previous post about my current chocolate chip cookie venture, I mentioned my vague memories of a New York Times article about the quest for the perfect chocolate chip cookie. All I remembered was that it called for refrigerating the dough overnight.

The most excellent [personal profile] pameladean tracked down what she thought might be a reprint of it elsewhere. In fact, it's a different food blogger's commentary on the NYT recipe and her variation on it. But that article had a link to the original recipe, and thence to the actual article I'd remembered, if only vaguely. And while the NYT nagged me a bit about subscribing, neither article was behind a paywall.

It turns out that I had slightly misremembered the resting time. The recipe calls for refrigerating it 24 to 36 hours before baking, and the article makes it clear that (for that recipe, at least) 36 hours provides a significant improvement over 24 hours. The recipe also calls for chocolate disks (couverture chocolate) rather than chips, bread flour as part of the flour portion, the cookies to be made from large golf-ball-sized scoops rather than the standard tablespoon-size, and a sprinkling of sea salt over the dough before baking.

It was also clear that this was a recipe intended for making and then eating immediately, which meant that unless I had a houseful of guests, I was never going to be able to serve them in their ideal situation. So I never actually got around to trying the recipe, but I remembered the mandated resting time.

Someday I may be in the mood to spend the time and money to try baking these alleged perfect giant expensive chocolate chip cookies. In the meantime, should anyone else be game, I'd love to see your report.

Original NYT article.

Original NYT recipe.

Commentary and slightly amended recipe.
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A mad purchasing spree?

Apr. 11th, 2019 08:33 am
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I feel like I've been on a mad buying spree, but it actually wasn't a spree, exactly, just some things I've been meaning to do that happened to converge this week.

I bought a ticket for Handel's "Semele" next Tuesday, when we're off from rehearsal, but I bought the cheapest ticket and also had a 35% discount. I ordered a new pair of Superfit Hero compression leggings in navy--with pockets!!!--using my paycheck bonus from the workplace health initiative thing. I bought the blue velvet jeans I've been wanting, now that they're on end-of-season clearance. And I finally ordered a pair of prescription sunglasses, which I have been needing for a while, and are covered by my insurance.

Other things I have been meaning to purchase and should get moving on: tickets for upcoming Opera stuff, including a different staging of "Semele"; a new mattress, but that should wait until after I've done the whole realty-buying thing this fall; oh, yeah, realty; realty will lead to me needing things like a decent couch and hopefully a guest bed...I can do the opera tickets. Those are easy.

I am very excited about the new leggings, since my current pair, from the brand's Kickstarter, are my favorites for treadmill jogging. And now they are available With Pockets and in various colors. Last night, I did my second half-hour jog of the week; it took a little more effort than Monday's, but I am managing to do the slightly faster speed, so go me. Friday will have to be intervals during my lunch hour, because I have a dress rehearsal that evening for the Debussy. Ugh, intervals, but they are good for me.

Up from the country (2)

Apr. 11th, 2019 08:49 am
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The door opened more widely and came sweeping in a very lovely young woman that had the finest look of Lady Fairleigh. Livvy made a deep bob – she fancied this must be Lady Offgrange, though she had hardly been able to take in who was who yet.

O, Di! laughed Her Ladyship, sure you are your dear Papa’s child, an intrepid explorer, that seeing everyone pay doating attention to little Gussie, took advantage to come escape. She picked the child up. 'Twas the prettiest of sights.

And this, went on Her Ladyship, must be Bracewell, that Mama and Sir Charles and Milly praise so highly – Livvy blushed deeply and made another dip – sure we are most exceeding grateful that Mama has one that is so considerate about her.

Livvy gulped and stuttered that 'twas an entire pleasure to attend to Lady Fairleigh.

Well, I must take this little runaway back to the parlour – I see you are already in Lorimer’s good hands, do you ask her anything you require to know.

She went out, murmuring softly to the child she held.

O, how beautiful she is! said Livvy.

Lorimer gave a complacent smile and said, indeed, one is no need to have to remedy the defects of nature when it comes to dressing her! There are some will contend that her sister, Lady Emily, somewhat surpasses her, but 'tis an entirely moot question. Certainly His Lordship was completely smitten the first time he ever saw her, and they are still quite the fondest couple, entire devoted. 'Twas a most romantic tale –

Livvy would have liked to hear more, but at this moment the door opened once more to admit a woman in the regalia of a housekeeper, keys jangling at her waist, followed by a maid pushing a well-loaded tea-trolley.

Mrs Atkins! said Lorimer, permit me to make known to you Bracewell, Lady Fairleigh’s maid.

Delighted! said Mrs Atkins. Arabella is entire desolated that she may not join us for a tea-drinking, but desires to have all under her own hand for tonight’s dinner.

Very proper, agreed Lorimer. Let us sit down. Will you pour, Mrs Atkins?

LIvvy stared for a moment, then apprehended that she was entirely included in this ceremony, and sat down upon a stool.

Mrs Atkins looked at her benevolently. We are so pleased to observe how very well Lady Fairleigh is looking these days. She gave a little sigh. When we recall how thin and pale she was when the family came here from Nuttenford House, and would look so sadly when she was not putting on a brave face of cheer for her children, 'tis an entire miracle.

Indeed she comes about, said Livvy, remembering what Lady Fairleigh had looked like when she had first arrived at the manor.

But, said Mrs Atkins, looking about her, you do not bring Selina?

Selina, said Livvy, goes lie in with kittens. There were exclamations at this.

So, said Lorimer, Miss Millick goes marry?

Livvy came about to understand that they wished to be beforehand of any gossip. So she commenced to tell them about Sir Toby, and how he had first met Miss Millick and mistook her for Lady Fairleigh at the tea-table, and gone about to show attentive to her over some months, and finally come to offer for her –

They smiled and said, comes about very pleasing, that is, provided there can be no objection to the gentleman?

Livvy thought for a little while and really, there was no servants’ gossip upon Sir Toby of an adverse kind, did not molest the maidservants – might occasional chuck one under the chin in a benevolent fashion but naught to complain upon – no penny-pinching over kitchen or cellar matters – did not drink to excess – known a fine charitable fellow and by no means harsh in the discharge of his duties as a magistrate –

Why, she said, is a middle-aged widower and not a romantic figure, but is kindly enough, and sure very taken with Miss Millick.

Entirely charming, said Mrs Atkins, and I fancy the family go show exceeding generous in the matter of wedding-presents &C so that she does not appear as a beggarmaid to his King Cophetua.

Livvy spluttered her tea at the thought of squab little Sir Toby as a king.

Indeed, said Lorimer, there are Mr Edward and Mr Geoffrey come interrogate me and Lady Nuttenford’s Naismith about cashmere shawls and confide that their acquaintance young Mr Knowles may be able to put 'em in the way of very fine specimens.

And the Earl, I hear, said Mrs Atkins, makes her a settlement in gratitude for her long services as governess.

She and Lorimer looked at one another and smiled and said together, sure he is quite unlike his late father!

O, a dreadful man! said Lorimer. Sure he quite deserved to be eat by a bear.

Eat by a bear? gasped Livvy.

Fie, I daresay they do not go talk of it, said Mrs Atkins, but there was a great scandal about the Earl, that some fellow accused of stealing a snake – had been in India and kept a deal of 'em quite in the character of pets, perchance 'tis a common habit out there – so the whole family decamped here to Offgrange House, and then the Earl was persuaded of the prudence of going visit America, had had a deal of invitations to do so from other fellows that took an interest in plants, and made some expedition into the forests there, and was attacked and eaten by a bear.

But, she went on, you are not eating, pray help yourself, Arabella has sent up a deal of sandwiches and patties and cakes, do you make free of 'em.

So Livvy helped herself, and, sure, they were exceeding good and tasty, and now she minded on the matter, she was somewhat hungry.

Meanwhile Lorimer and Mrs Atkins put her in possession of certain information about the family – the very romantic tale of the elopement of the Marquess with Lady Anna, Sir Charles’ very long devotion to Her Ladyship, had desired to take care of her and be hanged to the propriety of mourning periods &C, the young Earl that had, once his own mourning was up, married a Jewess – but she is a very fine handsome lady in the most excellent style, as well as bringing him a very tidy fortune – his brothers Mr Edward and Mr Geoffrey, Mr Edward that lately shows some mind towards courting Miss Brumpage, that is the sister of Lady Abertyldd, 'twould be exceeding suitable, and Mr Geoffrey goes study the law – and Lady Emily, that could have her pick of suitors but is still not minded to any of 'em, goes reside at their little place at Attervale with her cousin Lalage, we fancy she was more disappointed than she would show when Captain Collins ran away with Mrs Darton Kendall – and Lady Louisa, that has not yet made her curtsey in Society, that goes stay with the Ferrabys, for Miss Ferraby is quite her dearest friend and in a very good younger set.

And of course they all come to see Lady Fairleigh –

I hope, said Livvy with a little anxious frown, that they will not tire her, on top of the journey.

More baking is imminent

Apr. 10th, 2019 11:00 pm
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Or possibly in process, depending on how you look at it.

I have mixed up a batch of Toll House cookie dough (the classic recipe, minus the optional nuts), and it's sitting in the fridge overnight, waiting to be baked up tomorrow. I'm not sure why an April snowstorm in Minneapolis led to a fit of baking, but I'm pretty sure they were connected somehow in my mind.

I remember once reading an article that claimed to contain a recipe for the world's best chocolate chip cookies. But I think it was in the New York Times food section, which is now behind a paywall, unless the people who decide such things have decided to relent. In any case, I remember nothing about the article except that it strongly recommended leaving the dough to rest overnight.

Since reading that, I've tried to plan things well enough that I have time to do so. It does seem to make a difference. At least, since then I haven't had the failure mode where the dough melts all around the chocolate chips, leaving them to stick up like rocks in a sandy landscape.

Does anyone else have advice or thoughts on the subject of chocolate chip cookies?

Is Moi watching The Magicians?

Apr. 10th, 2019 08:16 pm
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Depends. Is Eliot unpossessed yet?

NO! And what is more, SPOILER )

FUCK OFF, SHOW.

Hens and Chicks

Apr. 10th, 2019 11:02 pm
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From last August:



Hens and Chicks are these weird little cacti that my mom grows. They open up kind of like artichokes, with layer upon layer receding into a centre that you expect to be eventually revealed, but which really isn't there at all. They get their name because the adult plants (the hens) reproduce by sending out runners which take root and produce tiny offspring (the chicks).

Spring

Apr. 10th, 2019 08:24 pm
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First daffodil!



That was yesterday. Today, blizzard.


• What are you reading?

Still Becoming, by Michelle Obama.
Also An Unkindness of Ghosts, by Rivers Solomon, for SF book group tomorrow.

• What did you recently finish reading?

Cultured: How ancient foods can feed our microbiome, by Katherine Harmon Courage, and now I am looking for Jerusalem artichokes tubers to plant. This book agrees with my sister about the importance of the microbiome, but has completely different recommendations; Courage is for fiber and fermentation and my sister is basically paleo.

• What do you think you’ll read next?

The Color Purple, by Alice Walker, for classics book group next week.

• What are you watching?

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot.
The House of Tomorrow.

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