( Is this what TNG would have been like if Admiral Necheyev had been written like an actual person? )
This weekend is a fic_rush, except a weird Fri-Sat one so I've already missed a day. ^^;; Oh well, as per usual I am going to dive into comments/emails so please expect weird out-dated replies! ^^;; (at 253, goal is 220)
Other than that, weekend will be general household + words + games + anime, hopefully.
TODAY’S TASK: DECLUTTER YOUR BOOK COLLECTION AND BOOKSHELVES AND PURGE ALL BOOKS THAT YOU NO LONGER NEED.
- Go through your entire book collection
- Keep your favourites and ones that you cannot part with
- Donate ones for purging to a second-hand book store or sell eBay etc
- Minimise your cookbooks and only keep ones you actually cook from
- Rearrange your bookshelves with the books you’re keeping and consider organising them in alphabetical order for easy access.
- Store cookbooks together, textbooks together etc.
They also say laugh worthy statements about
If you have lots of books just lying around the house, it’s most likely that you really don’t have a proper bookshelf sorted or even a few cubby areas for booksand an implication that this might mean you don't know how many books you own (I mean, sure, I don't know the exact number. But I know it to an order of magnitude -- my catalogue count plus <100 uncatalogued for reasons + all the picture books)
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Reading the word clussy has hurt my mind, body, and soul
This is true. No shade.
And yet, all the Twitter threads of exactly what Elliot Abrams actually did, and caused to have happen, have really really been hard to read. So like. Just one bit of it:
As assistant secretary of state for human rights, Abrams sought to ensure that General Efraín Ríos Montt, Guatemala’s then-dictator, could carry out “acts of genocide”—those are the legally binding words of Guatemala’s United Nations–backed Commission for Historical Clarification—against the indigenous people in the Ixil region of the department of Quiché, without any pesky interference from human-rights organizations, much less the US government.
As the mass killings were taking place, Abrams fought in Congress for military aid to Ríos Montt’s bloody regime. He credited the murderous dictator with having “brought considerable progress” on human-rights issues. Abrams even went so far as to insist that “the amount of killing of innocent civilians is being reduced step by step” before demanding that Congress provide the regime with advanced arms because its alleged “progress need[ed] to be rewarded and encouraged.”
“Clussy” is gross, yeah, but people actually describing the events of the El Mozote massacre... well, I couldn’t even read the Wikipedia article. I scrolled and skimmed and it haunts me.
I’ll absolutely take people’s gross weird Internet porn shit any fucking day than read one more “oh but he’s a dedicated public servant!” no he abetted genocide in every goddamn way he could because he thought those people’s lives were nothing. That is the sickest kind of perversion I can imagine.
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I brought a roll of toilet paper, because priorities, but there was one already there.
I hung out and did more measuring. The doors have a 3/4th inch clearance so a rug should be fine. There's no jambs for the closet doors, so there's no obvious way to sneak coax in front of them.
The broken blind was replaced. The heat is still wonky; according to the thermostat it was 74degF in there, despite the thermostat being set to 65. Will nudge the super on it. This may not actually be a thermostat malfunction (though the radiator in the bathroon is Doing It's Part For Global Warming(tm)) as much as it's a function of being on about the third floor (depending on whether or not you count the basement, which is where the laundry room is) and heat rising.
I've filed my change of address with USPS.
Content note: this week's theme is grocery shopping and meal planning. My answers therefore involve mention of sensory issues with food, dietary restrictions, and disordered eating.
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Of course, what these questions don't touch on is HAVE I MENTIONED I HAVE AN ALLOTMENT. :D I make choices about what to grow (and where) for convenience; for example, I don't like buying cut herbs because (i) I feel vaguely guilty and (ii) they're never the right quantities, but I do like fresh herbs, so in pots on the verandah I've got mint, parsley, rosemary, sage, chives, and bay. I'm on the verge of buying seeds for two kinds of basil; an honourable mention to the ancestral wild garlic, that springeth green. I also had tomatoes on the patio (... I still haven't decided what to call it; "decking" seems awfully USois, somehow, and isn't quite in my active vocabulary) this summer, which was convenient and enjoyable enough that I'm likely to do it again. (I might also try cucumbers on the patio, depending on how the weather goes and whether I actually buy a greenhouse.)
At the allotment I'm prioritising things it's ridiculously expensive to buy (poppy seed! caraway seed! hopefully, if I get my act together, asparagus! bay leaves! soft fruit! hopefully some saffron, thanks to ewt!), things that come in entirely the wrong amounts always and are awkward to store (spinach!), things I always wince over the cost of and can rarely be persuaded to indulge myself on (fennel! purple sprouting broccoli! pak choi! shallots! interesting salad leaves! hopefully passionfruit!), things that are Brightly Coloured (this season I'm going to be experimenting with Painted Mountain sweetcorn, rainbow quinoa and purple chillis, among others), things it's otherwise tricksy to find (root parsley! :D), and things that are Just Better when they're really ludicrously fresh (hiiiii peas). I'd already been trying to eat seasonally; I'm looking forward to spending more time paying attention to plants, and trying to remind myself that I'm not going to be starting everything off hideously too late even if I am only getting back from Belfast at the end of February.
This is of course my first year with the allotment so I don't... entirely have a sense of how my shopping patterns will actually be affected, but I Am Excited To Find Out: I've already been enjoying working with the rhubarb and beetroot neighbours have desperately fobbed off on me, and with the things I've managed to get going already. So, you know, if compatible with your diet, should you visit me over the summer there's a very high chance that you'll be fed Things What I Grew (That Aren't The Sourdough), and should I visit you you might get brought A Tribute...
fanfic I read this week, even though I really like doing those posts, and novembermond is hosting fanfic friday to encourage people to do that and share it, because I looked back over my AO3 history for the week, and nope it's too embarrassing to share;
this other "study" that showed up on pinboard about how social media is bad for you, which I was thinking about doing a bonus science teardown of, except it's such bad science there isn't even anything to tear down, so I'm just going to link to Bad PR instead;
a post about putting favorite characters on "too cool for school/just wants to be a good boy" axes spun off from china_shop's very scientific guardian poll because my attempt at doing it spun off into thoughts on power/race/gender vs. tropes vs. sf settings that play with both, and why black panther is so great; and anyway that's too much work to write about;
the fanfic I'm currently trying to finish which was supposed to be on the "write a quick ending and call it done" list, hahaha
hats, pictures of hats, why I own so many hats, and konmari, because I haven't gotten to the point in the reorganizing project where I am on to hats yet
next steps in nonfiction library reshelving project, begun two years ago
the martian, welcome to mars, opportunitygrrl, and how humans are so human about people stranded on mars
why every attempt I make to use markdown to do easy lists in DW entries fails
work bullshit, because auugh
more thoughts about into the spiderverse inspired by listening to the spiderverse soundtrack on my commute inspired by work bullshit
weighted blankets vs. blankets that just happens to be weighty because I would have to have made my bed first
this unrelated playlist I'm suddenly working on\
further bookmarklet updates
the current state of the New Septic Tank saga
the half-finished december meme post I'm supposed to be posting next
probably I will add to this list as I remember more things
I got one of my wisdom teeth out. It wasn't so bad, honestly, except im a very tense person, so my lockjaw is lolololol
still poking at ffxiv.
I'm dreading and looking forward to leaving Japan: looking forward to less overt sexism, being asked why i don't have a boyfriend every day, the crazy ass work culture that grinds teachers & students further and further down, and so on. I'll miss a lot of things, too. My kids are awesome. I have a lot of friends here. (Financial security & healthcare....) The food. So many things are really great here, but it just has reached a point where I can't deal with the other stuff.
All those people posting their pennywise clussy hentai will still get into internet heaven ahead of the people tweeting that Elliot Abrams is a good guy.
This some kind of parable. Go and do likewise, I think.
In the cold, sober light of morning, I am still correct about this.
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… the complex checks and balances of the American Constitution as analysed in The Federalist (1788), which were designed to keep radicals like [Thomas] Paine trussed and tied.
Somebody please advise, my book used this offhand phrasing and now I don't know what to do with these somewhat-unwanted visuals that immediately presented themselves.
(Source: The Invention of Science, David Wootton, p 20)
Puts on her orl moar komplik8d hat.
I have been thinking lately of the idea that is there in that piece that in the past books were revered and people were engaged in deep and reverent and serious reading -
And wondering a bit to what extent some of that is an artefact of survival, because what survives is mostly the more serious literature in the form of bound books -
And I am very like to think that far more people were reading or having read to them broadsheet ballads and so on which were produced in great number and survive very sparsely, because they fell into the category of the ephemeral. Rather than the Bible or Paradise Lost or The Pilgrim's Progress -
I choose those examples on account of much of our knowledge of broadsheet ballads comes, I understand, from the collection of Samuel Pepys (who, however, threw into the fire certain other kinds of literature he consumed, hem-hem).
Plus, almanacks, and Aristotle's Masterpiece, and a whole range of things that are not considered litry textz.
I might also remark that people who read, read all kinds of different things and do not always read in the same mode. One may immerse, or one may skim. One is large and contains multitudes.
Even the white male, lives-for-the-job, stereotypical half-cocked TO has a gooey center where he can ask for help when he needs it. He seriously comes off as an asshole in the first episode, but he has the most obvious arc so far this season and I've enjoyed it.
It's just refreshing to see an actual adult make good decisions while wearing a cop uniform. It's my happy place.
Is it going to win any awards? No. Is it an entertaining hour a week? Yes.
( from this week's valentine show - a meet cute with eventual concussions and an adorable valentine 'date' )
One time when I was in cegep* I had the harpsichord and organ professor as a chamber music instructor. I didn't know it at the time but this lady was like, the matriarch of a music dynasty, inasmuch as there is such a thing in Montreal. Anyway she was just as eccentric as you might expect someone to be when they've made a career out of playing early/baroque music, a mix of very disciplined work ethic and a sort of... amorphous creative process. Like, rehearsals/lessons started and ended strictly on time, but the rehearsals themselves seemed to drift vaguely from informal discussion of music performance practice in the 18th century, to career anecdotes, to actual playing + practical advice. Oh also - I definitely remember her looking dishevelled and regularly wearing clothes that could comfortably be described as 'bag lady-adjacent.'
Ok so one day this lady tells us an anecdote. Recently, she says, she was driving and she turned on the radio, and it was set to a classical music station. The piece playing was something for organ that she knew well, but she didn't immediately recognize the specific recording. That surprised her and she kept listening intently because, she says, the more she heard, the more she thought to herself, "this is... good. No, it's really good! Who is this?"
Dunno if anyone sees this next part coming - I definitely didn't at the time. When the radio announcer came back on, she says, it turned out that the recording was... by her! She hadn't recognized it because she'd never actually listened to it! But, she says, she was glad that she agreed with her own performance choices.
I've thought about this anecdote regularly since. I have yet to read an entire piece of my own writing without recognizing it, but I have had the experience of reading something I'd written quickly and hadn't thought about in a long time, and ok, maybe one day I'll acquire the ability to describe my own work with the kind of unabashed admiration expressed by that professor, but that hasn't happened yet. HOWEVER, every once in a while I'm like "oh, this is, huh. Not embarrassing... at all" and I feel like it was anecdotes like that one that made me feel like that was a legitimate reaction.
Happy belated Valentine's Day everybody! Go forth and declare your artwork awesome.
*that's a thing between high school and university in Quebec. Typically a cegep student will be somewhere between 17 and 20 years old. The letters stand for "Collège d'enseignement général et professionnel."
The post in question is my share, without comment, of a blog post entitled "She's Fucking Nine", by Sunflower Punk on the Orbit. Content notes: the post describes an unnamed man sexually harassing Sunflower Punk's nine-year-old daughter.
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Facebook community standards, as cited in this screenshot, suggest Facebook wishes to create an atmosphere free of "intimidation and exclusion", free of bigoted attacks based on such characteristics as race and gender. Facebook is also, I'm certain, an organization with children's safety as a core value. Sunflower Punk attacked no one in this post. They only discussed an incident of gendered, likely race-based (Sunflower Punk and their daughter are Puerto Rican) harassment directed at a nine-year-old. Since Sunflower Punk did nothing wrong here, only called attention to this incident, I am at a loss for what I did wrong by sharing the post.
I requested manual review.
(If y'all want to show support for Sunflower Punk and their daughter, their Patreon &c are linked from that post. Signal boosting this or any other of Sunflower Punk's work is also great.)
BUT THE STORIES I GOT. OH MY GOD. THE STORIES.
I was gifted four stories, and I am thrilled.
( Criminal Minds )
( Original Work )