My mother showed me a one-panel comic with one of those hot dog carts on a sidewalk and two passers-by looking on. The cart's umbrella advertises it as "Vlad's Treats"; the menu is "Borscht—Caviar—Unchecked Power." One of the passers-by is saying to the other, "It's an acquired taste." It is very obviously a Putin reference, but it still rang off-key for me. I don't want to move back into an era where we have ideological purity food wars. It was embarrassing enough when French fries were briefly and xenophobically renamed in 2003. No one in my family has been Russian for more than a century (and Russia might have disputed whether they counted in the first place, being Jews), but my grandmother made borscht. I don't make it with anything like the frequency I make chicken soup with kneydlekh, but that's partly because kneydlekh will not make your kitchen look like you axe-murdered somebody in it. I order it every chance I get. For my mother's seventieth birthday, my father took her to a Russian restaurant especially for the caviar. It can't be much of an acquired taste if as a toddler I had to be stopped from happily eating the entire can my grandparents had been sent as a present.
And let's face it, if I get this twitchy (and vaguely sad that at four-thirty in the morning there's nowhere I can get borscht in Boston), I assume the dogwhistles are much louder for people for whom Russia is closer than their great-grandparents. Can we not do McCarthyism 2.0? Especially since we sort of have been for some years now and it's, see above, not so much working out?
(Me to spatch: "This is ridiculous. If I can read cuneiform, I should be able to read Chinese. I feel incredibly stupid." Rob to me: "You can't call yourself stupid if you're teaching yourself Chinese!")
Garden plot, and things sprouting and growing.
People who stop to help strangers.
Guinea pig cuddle-squeaks.
Sunlight and finally being warm enough.
Access to water in some situations where it could've easily been unavailable.
... State of the me: still very stressed and exhausted, but hanging in there; good things help. And so do you; thanks for reading.
We investigated another nearby library that has slightly different hours from our more local one -- it also has Air Conditioning! Muwhahahahahah! But the kid was too queasy to go even go in and look at it. *sigh* Maybe tomorrow.
Various school matters have been sorted, with the addition of paperwork. Woo.
I got to sleep at 4 in the morning again, and the alarm for the school meeting was like 10 and there was a phone call in there and I got maybe 6 hours of sleep. Again. ;_;
It has been a somewhat Mixed Day, to say the least, and I'm just so tired. ;_;
(Other people’s birthday parties, now, that’s a different story. One of those, earlier this year, is where I had the Karaoke Incident that laid me up for the guts of two months with a torn right external oblique. And you know what? Now that my back feels better again, I do not regret it. It was the best rendition of “New York, New York” I have ever produced, bar none. It was like shower singing, but with a backup group and kick dancers and a roomful of applause at the end. So what if the dramatic drop-to-your-knee-with-the-mike-in-the-
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(Yes, I'm in there; I don't know if I'm still waiting for an artist, I haven't checked. I'm a little iffy about whether or not I'll be finished in time, but I'm damn well going to try.)
And then seasonofkink is starting up again from 1st June.
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I'm interested, certainly, because having people to kick me along is always useful, but...I don't know. I won't have much time for the next month since I'm trying to finish the quilt I'm making for the show, and the timeline is pretty short for any of the longfics I have sitting around.
I'm debating whether or not to sign up for Marvel Bang this year, for much the same reason. Last year I had a lot more time b/c of project downtime. I don't expect the same this year. (I might end up with it if this 6 week contract isn't continued. I guess we'll see.)
So I got to leave work a little later than usual, stroll through town, and then sit by the fountains near the Hippodrome and read until it was time for the pub meetup. No worrying about buses and long commutes and being too tired from the travel :)
Of course I'm completely knackered now. It was good to catch up with people but socialising is hard work. I'm very glad I did it though.
I saw the news of Manchester yesterday morning. I was in the process of posting about a nearly sixty-year-old movie in which a terrorist bombing figures prominently. It would have been nice for that aspect of the film to have dated as badly as its Cold War politics, but even the Cold War politics have become popular again these days. I don't want to speak for a city that isn't mine: I wish everyone strength and safety. Title of this post from H.D.'s Blitz poem The Walls Do Not Fall (1944).
(I am not pleased that just because the man in the White House does not understand security, privacy, or boundaries, apparently whole swathes of the U.S. intelligence community have decided to follow suit.)
Some things from the internet—
1. It is not true that I had no idea any of these events were actually photographed, which is my problem with clickbait titles in general (seriously, the one with Tesla has been making the rounds of the internet for a decade), but this is nonetheless an incredibly interesting collection of historical photos. The one of a beardless van Gogh is great. The records of the Armenian genocide, the Wounded Knee Massacre, and Hitler in full-color Nazi splendor are instructive. I am way more amused than I should be that thirty-one-year-old Edison really looks like a nineteenth-century tech bro.
2. Courtesy of moon_custafer: "ZEUS NO." I am reminded of one of my favorite pieces of Latin trivia, which I learned from Craig A. Williams' Roman Homosexuality (1999/2010): that Q. Fabius Maximus who was consul in 116 BCE got his cognomen Eburnus because of the ivory fairness of his complexion, but he got his nickname pullus Iovis—"Jupiter's chick," pullus being slang for the younger boyfriend of an older man—after he was hit by lightning in the ass.
3. Courtesy of drinkingcocoa: "James Ivory and the Making of a Historic Gay Love Story." I saw Maurice (1987) for the first time last fall, fifteen years after reading the novel, and loved it. I should write about it. I should write about a lot of movies. I need to sleep more.
4. All of the songs in this post are worth hearing, but I have Mohamed Karzo's "C'est La Vie" on repeat. You can hear him on another track from the same session—covering one of his uncle's songs, his uncle being the major Tuareg musician-activist Abdallah Ag Oumbadougou—here.
5. Well, I want to see all of this woman's movies now. Like, starting immediately: "Sister of the sword: Wu Tsang, the trans artist retelling history with lesbian kung fu."
Then we went to ASDA because they didn't have my juice last week and I'm out of drinks, but they didn't even have the label for my juice this week, and their website says unavailable. If they stop selling five alive anywheres I'll be very stuck. Trying new things is difficult and does not tend to work. But they might just as easily have more in tomorrow. You never know.
But on balance a nice evening.
Now to the first of our furry conventions for the year! This was Motor City Fur[ry] Con, in Novi. It's only an hour or so away, near enough to almost but not quite make staying at home instead of a hotel make sense. It doesn't work if you don't want to be exhausted at the convention. We brought our pet rabbit to bunny_hugger's parents, where we set up his space for I think the first time. He would turn depressed and mopey for several days, just as Stephen had, and just as we now realize he was moping the first few weeks after we'd adopted him. He cheered up after a couple days, though, possibly as he relished the attention bunny_hugger's mother gave him, possibly as he realized the head games he could play on the dog, a basset hound, by not being the slightest bit intimidated by the rabbit-hunting dog.
That said, for as convenient as the place was, we got off to a slow start. We weren't to the hotel until about 3 pm or so. And not the convention hotel. After last year's experience in the main hotel --- convenient, but noisy, as we were right by the elevator --- we were back in the Holiday Inn Express across the way. Their rooms were a bit less expensive again. Also the hotel was guarded by a goose. We'd noticed a bunch of parking spaces free, right by the hotel entrance, and figured we were fortunate. There was a Canada goose standing sentry, though, and glaring at us so. He never attacked us all weekend, although he did give us a couple good hisses and start pursuit of bunny_hugger when she withdrew at the wrong pace.
So all that's why we didn't get to the first full day of con programming until after 4 pm, and after the start of a species SIG we'd have been interested in going to. Well, it was insects. We're not really insect people, but we like species SIGs; there's always fun to be had asking people to talk about why they like themselves. We'd expected to get stuck in a long wait for the con badge, too, but we hit at a very good time. There wasn't much of a line to start with, and they had preregistered badges all set to go; we were officially legitimate attendees within minutes.
We can always find something to complain about. The pocket programming guide was back, and big and clear enough to read. It was a pamphlet actually larger in size than the original programming schedule, and way too big to fit into pockets. Probably mandated by the glossy, color paper they used, but after all, the point is to be folded up and put away. I'd ended up just working out when the things we had to get to were and not referring to either schedule, which is the daftest possible way to do things. You knew I would.
Trivia: The Confederate Constitution required the calling of a Constitutional Convention on the demand of any three states. Source: The Confederate Nation, 1861 - 1865, Emory M Thomas.
Currently Reading: The History of the Calculus and its Conceptual Development, Carl B Boyer.
Yup, big sale at Macy's started today, and the earrings are on sale for less than $30 with promo code. Now, I did fall into the trap by... misbehaving slightly among the other sale items, but I got enough "Macy's Money" out of it to get the other pair I wanted, that were not on sale, for free, so I'm still calling it a win.
(I was seduced on Saturday into buying a "fine jewelry" pair I didn't like as well because they were 70% off -- those got returned, so it all worked out.)
It's the little triumphs you have to treasure...
Also, several strands of plot are about breaking into or out of quarantine.
Quarantine is serious business and the story shouldn't expect us to side with breaking quarantine.
And I cannot be having with the whole secretly evil vaccine plot at all.
Sooo... not liking any of the parts here.
Also, I remain puzzled who they think their audience is. ( Read more... ) Shippers aren't looking for that particular brand of angst, right? That's a bit much even for Torchwood.
Do they just not like Jack/Ianto? Then why focus on them?
Though to be fair things go equally poorly for everyone else too, albeit more briefly, including Gwen/Rhys.
But okay, actual specific thoughts: ( Read more... )
Okay, so, I found it unpleasant and wasn't entirely concentrating, but I still feel like it didn't quite stick together.
All the familiar characters got something to do but that something was quite a lot be ill and get shot. Also some running around and seeing things happen. The solving things part... well that needed the skills of Tosh and Owen, and got the skills of Jack and a random. Somewhat unsatisfying really.
Not that I'd want to put Tosh and Owen through this plot. Dark enough as was.
I feel a bit like I disliked it too much to review it fairly. Maybe it made perfectly good sense and I just didn't like the topic. But I disliked it quite a lot.
The bit in the middle did have a bunch of feels, relationship angst, ( Read more... )
This was not what I wanted from a story.
But I can't say dark is tonally inconsistent with canon.
Maybe I don't want Torchwood.