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Politico: Young subscribers flock to old media

What's particularly fascinating is the way in which it's directly correlated with people wanting to support news organizations as a way to resist Trump:

“The big boost we saw in subscriptions in the U.S.,” Newman said, “is driven by people on the left and younger people are more likely to be on the left. That is really a lot of what’s driving it: young people who don’t like Trump who subscribe to news organizations that they see as being a bulwark against him.”

Keep up the good work!

More booky thoughts

Oct. 21st, 2017 09:42 pm
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Moomin ranting tonight a bit (charmingly) about wishing his class was broader than just European fairy tales but he also appreciates that it is focused and grounded in particular history.

I was thinking how I came up against that wall around the same age, a bit earlier, and went looking for "world" stuff or just anything not English, US based, "western culture" wanting to see anything possible. Anthologies were good or looking by specific country or ethnicity. I would root through any library or bookstore. Encyclopedias too. The indexes of books were super instructive. It took just years for me to have any real handle on the depth of the problems of histories but it was clear from the beginning that A LOT WAS WRONG. I didn't go into that (right now it is better if I listen to him than talk about my own thoughts)

Anyway! I'm so, so proud of Moomin and his excitement about scholarly things. I feel like no matter what he does in life he will have that kind of love of books and knowledge and stories.

He also really loved Gilgamesh so I am going to show him those awesome debates online between Hoe and Plough, Fish and Bird, etc.

Dept. of Beautiful, Beautiful Son

Oct. 21st, 2017 09:33 pm
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This Is My Son, In Whom I Am Well Pleased

Do take a look. He's a handsome one, he is. )

My son turned 33 on Friday. I told him I loved him, and I told him not to get crucified, because that's the kind of disrespectful lapsed Christian-type joke that he appreciates (and hence the title.) We both snickered. We're both probably going to hell. 

He is wonderful. He is talented, creative, gentle, empathetic, kind, handsome. He sings, he writes radio plays. He writes songs for pantos. He is hard working, loving, and fannish. Oh, so very fannish. 

(And yes, he's enraged and frustrated me over the years. What child hasn't done that to his or her mother?)

He is, quite simply, Andy. I love him, and I am so very lucky he is my son. 
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After the bookstore we wandered around for the other scenes in town. A couple of art galleries --- the peninsula is thick with art galleries --- and antique shops. Also the curious shuttered and abandoned building named The Pier Group Shops, according to a sign that looks like it was abandoned in place in 1982. It turns out the place was abandoned in place in 1982, the result of some impossible-to-follow argument among people with money in the thing. The building's shockingly dilapidated considering how much tourist money there is in town, and even the sign is growing so shabby as to be almost too affected. The 'E' in ``Pier Group'', for example, had two of its nails rust through, and so it dangles, almost upside-down, from the last, below the line of the text. Plans to do something with the property are allegedly under way, according to what is clearly not the same local news article that's run every sixteen months since 1983.

We went to the ice cream shop next to the water wheel restaurant. [profile] bunny_hugger had been in there way back in the day, before it was closed to all but private functions. We sat on the open porch and drinking coffee and tea and watching the small river and the wheel. It turns out the wheel was always an affectation, and never did any milling or other work. I seem to remember there also being some story about the wheel being built without construction permits, but that's been forgiven because now it's been around a long while and people take pictures of it and stuff. I may have the details wrong. It's in too damaged a shape to turn, which somehow puts it in that weird class of things that improve the look of the area by looking like ruins.

North of town is a mill pond and we went up there to look for wildlife, particularly fish. When we'd been there before we would look into the still water and consider how we didn't see any fish, and then we blinked and suddenly we saw them all. This time, despite being open to it, we never did see fish. Maybe we were too early in their life cycle; the 2013 visit was in early August, after all. We didn't see any fish to speak of. Just the occasional --- splash!

And then we did see something. A good-sized mammal, puttering its way across the pond. Then another going back the other way. We were too far away to get a good look at it, but I did my best to take photos and a movie and that ... doesn't quite clear up what we saw. A beaver seems like the obvious guess. Possibly an otter, although its head seems a bit stocky for that. Something that's able to dive under and stay a good while and will vanish into shore-side wood-lined burrows anyway.

After this crossing we waited a good long while hoping to see a return from these creatures. They never came back, and eventually we walked back to the main areas of town, along the way spotting a red squirrel with some harsh words for us.

Though we had been to the beach at Omena and at Suttons Bay we hadn't done much beach-walking this trip. And [profile] bunny_hugger wanted to find a fossil. So we went to the marina and wandered around the sand there, at least once a flotilla of geese finished their march through the lawn, beach, and water. While [profile] bunny_hugger looked I tromped along this wedge of grass that was on the verge of caving in to the waters beneath. (It would be a drop of like two feet, but you could photograph it to look dramatic.) She would have a magnificent find: a Petoskey stone. These are fossilized coral, named for the town of Petoskey in northern Michigan where they came to public attention, and who knew you could just grab one like that? She's got an eye for fossils that I just haven't.

We were going to meet [profile] bunny_hugger's father and brother for dinner. Her mother still wasn't up for going out anywhere. We got back to the house to find that they had gone already, to the restaurant, in Northport, where we had just come from. I concede we could have better organized this. The restaurant was the one that had the dog prints in the cement out front, which it turns out is just part of the chain's gimmick. The place has some decent 10-to-20-dollar dinners ([profile] bunny_hugger's father was particularly taken by the au jus sandwich, and insisted on going back the next day, when he did not get the au jus). And it has an arcade. It's not as frenetic a blend of restaurant and arcade as, say, a Dave and Busters, but it does give kids something to do besides trying to sit still and read the menu.

Among the things it gives: pinball. They had a Junkyard, a late-90s Williams table that's familiar enough from home, but still a pretty reliable game to play. We gave [profile] bunny_hugger's brother the quick explanation of what to shoot for (it's the wrecking-ball crane in the back of the playfield) and had a three-player game in which he beat [profile] bunny_hugger. We took another round and this time he beat me.

Still, it's an appealing combination of things. They also had a two- or three-lane bowling alley, bringing to us thoughts of how we like bowling, although not enough to actually bowl.

Back home we'd continue our progress through Mice and Mystics and after a couple handily successful rounds we started to believe we just might finish the last chapter while on this vacation, with [profile] bunny_hugger's brother composing the whole story about how the archer-mouse Lily would become the ultimate hero. It didn't happen that Thursday, but we'd have two more days to try.

Trivia: After the defeat of Western Union's Americal Speaking Telephone Company in patent suits in 1879, stock in the Bell Telephone Company rose from $50 a share to nearly $1,000. Source: Destiny of the Republic: A Tale Of Madness, Medicine, and the Murder of a President, Candice Millard.

Currently Reading: The Greek War of Independence: Its Historical Setting, C M Woodhouse.


PS: OK, but what does Bronner's have in raccoons and guinea pigs? More than just this.

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Animatronic raccoon drummer. This critter would keep swaying back and forth and hitting the marshmallow drums and if it doesn't make perfect sense what he's doing, so what?


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A flock of guinea pig ornaments. More guinea pig ornaments than I imagined to exist, although they missed the Abyssinian breed, the one with the complicated sworls of fur that look all crazy. The guinea pigs shared space with hedgehogs.


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Hiking and log cabin ornaments! And I know you're thinking to joke about that clearly being a German-made hiking raccoon, but we know better. Would he only have the one walking-stick if he were German? Yeah.


Dept.of I Forgot

Oct. 21st, 2017 09:07 pm
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To Owls

You, 
[personal profile] owlboy , are amazing. You are a polymath, a wild person, a writer, an artist, and someone who would be mad, bad, and dangerous to know, if you weren't not bad, and a delight to know. I'm glad I met you here on the Intarwebz, and here's to a very, very good year for you. And I hope your birthday was fantastic.  

Dept. of Truly Lovely People

Oct. 21st, 2017 08:05 pm
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Late In The Day Birthday Wishes

I am so very lucky to know all of you out there in journal land, and two of the people I am particularly happy to have met celebrated birthdays today. What with cat purgatory, that almost slipped by me. 

[personal profile] a_phoenixdragon  is an adventurer in life, taking on journeys, challenges, setbacks and battles that many people would find impossible to undertake or survive. She is also one of those remarkable humans who can find beauty and good in the tiny corners where many of us would forget to look for them. She is creative, funny, a lover of knowledge, a woman who fights for the people she loves, and somehow finds time to create; she has never let her muse too far out of her sight, even if there are times she thinks the creature has escaped. I am so lucky to have met her in RL, and can report that she is one of the sweetest people I've ever met. And she talks more than I do - which is so cool! My dear, I hope your loved ones showed you how much they love you, and gave you a very good birthday. And may the coming year be better than you could dream of!

[personal profile] editrx  is another adventurer who has dealt with challenge, setback, and the fuckwittery of the world with more bravery and determination than I could ever imagine. In the midst of all that, she's generous with her time. She's funny, fannish, extremely good at what she does, and if I were the kind of fairy godmother I wish I could be, I would wave a wand and make sure that this happy birthday wish was accompanied by more than friendship and respect. May the coming year be thrice as good as you want it to be!

But wait, there's more!

The remarkable 
[personal profile] elisi , who celebrates on Oct. 22, is someone for whom I have so much respect that it's impossible to truly describe it. She writes fiction and non-fiction, meta and life observations, while raising a family of remarkable young women, and staying in touch with the world with intelligence and grace. Thank you for being you, and thank you for broadening my world in so very many ways, all through your love of a madman with a box, one that's bigger on the inside. If I am ever on your side of the Atlantic, it would be my honor to take you out for a drink of whatever might be your pleasure. Until then? Continue being awesome, and have a fantastic birthday. 


head medicine

Oct. 21st, 2017 06:46 pm
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The Source feat. Candi Staton (Now Voyager mix 2006)

Redo

Oct. 21st, 2017 06:21 pm
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While I am what people would call an intense planner, I don’t hold myself hostage to my schedule. Sometimes acting impulsively or instinctively is called for. Thursday was one of those times. I was reading about OSU’s Wednesday Night Win and saw that the second match of the week would be Friday. Normally I attend just one volleyball game a year, but I was not happy with anything I did two weeks ago – screwups all around – and a makeup session could make me feel better. Even though my schedule is simply horrid right now, On Thursday I made the decision to undertake another trip to Corvallis.

One significant adjustment I made was that I went back to the lens I used last year – my cherished AF Nikkor 85mm f/1.4D – instead of the new AF-S Nikkor 105mm f/1.4E. I struggled with focus and field of view with the 105mm lens, and I had great success with the 85mm in previous years. I reviewed some of the photos from 2016 and noted how I failed earlier this month.

I’m still trying to get to where I can reset the filename prefix on D810/302, and with only 36 pictures to go, there wasn’t enough headroom to photograph an event. So I brought D810/306.

The game on Friday started at 6 pm instead of the 7 pm start two weeks ago. I added a little extra time because I wanted to stop at the OSU Beaver Store before the game. That meant I needed to leave my home at 2:30 pm. I planned to leave the office at 2:10 pm – and I was pretty close to that. My target arrival time for Corvallis was 4:30 pm – and I hit that on the nose. Traffic was surprisingly free on Hwy 217 south, but it did bog down at I-5 – near the 217 interchange – and also near Wilsonville. Google Maps said it would take 1:54 from my house to Corvallis, and since I didn’t leave until 2:35 pm, the numbers were right on.

I had a quick, light dinner at McDonalds… then went to the OSU Beaver Store. The clothing was pretty much what the online catalog had, so there wasn’t anything I wanted to add to my wardrobe. I did look at all the fan items – but saw nothing really interesting. It was about 5:10 pm when I walked across the street to Gill Coliseum. I learned that I qualified (just barely) for the Senior price for general admission tickets ($7 instead of $9). Sure, I’ll take that.

I stationed myself lower (row 2; row 1 is reserved) and farther away from the net. When the team came out for warm up drills, they were wearing Pink DAM Cancer T-shirts. The band and the cheerleaders and many people in the stands were wearing the same t-shirts. It turned out this was the annual DAM Cancer match for the volleyball team. A portion of the proceeds from the t-shirts goes to cancer research. Also, the t-shirt gets you free admission to the DAM Cancer events (volleyball, basketball, gymnastics, swimming).

What really surprised me when the team returned to the court at game time was that their playing jerseys were also pink! Way cool! I had been hoping for white jerseys, but this was even better!




The first set was suspenseful… back and forth… back and forth. We lost 27-29. I was more tense than I am usually, and this was not a good sign. I ended up being tense the entire evening as each set was a see-saw. Thankfully, we won the match 3-1! Yay!

As always Mary-Kate Marshall was a powerhouse. I love watching her in action. But I was also super pleased with the play from two Oregonian freshmen – Haylie Bennett and Grace Massey. These two will be great in coming years.

One thing I did differently was that I switched locations after each set. I’ve switched locations before, but I had stayed on the same side of the court. That meant that some shots had the Beavers facing to my right, and other shots had the Beavers facing to my left. What I decided was I should cross over diagonally to the opposite side of the court. That way all the photos had the same perspective. We played four sets, so I spent two sets on the southeast portion of the court and two sets on the northwest portion of the court. When I was on the southeast side, I actually roamed away from the seat and along the court floor. I couldn’t do that on the northwest corner.

The AF Nikkor 85mm f/1.4D lens performed superbly with the D810 in Group Focus mode. I had almost no focus misses. (The few misses were because I couldn’t get the focus area on the target fast enough with some players in the way.) Plus the 85mm field of view was pretty much ideal for what I was trying to do within my limited access to the court area. I shot at f/2 at ISO 1600; this has been consistent for the past couple of years. I was pleased with how the pictures turned out – they were much, much better than two weeks ago!




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DAM Cancer event • Gill Coliseum • Corvallis, Oregon
October 20, 2017

The match ended around 8:20 pm. On the way out of town I stopped at McDonalds for my traditional soft serve cone – but the place was again a mess with a long drive-thru line and a long line at the order register. I decided to bail. As I drove on the bridge across the Willamette, I thought about alternatives. A milkshake at Burgerville in Albany? That seemed like too much of a detour. Maybe another McDonalds? I didn’t know where they were in Salem, but I knew there was one at the Woodburn interchange.

Then I realized that there was a Dairy Queen in Corvallis on 3rd St. D’Oh! I should have gone there. McDonald’s has been kinda terrible recently, and I think I’m just going to switch over to DQ – next time I’m in Corvallis for a volleyball match.

I did get a cone at the Woodburn McDonald’s… so that added about 15 minutes to my travel time – I got home at 10:15 pm instead of 10:00 pm. Drive time was 90 minutes.

A 2-minute Recap of the Match is on YouTube. And… OSU’s Press Release.

And the pictures did come out better. The combined set of all volleyball pictures from October is posted in Zenfolio: OSU Volleyball 2017.10

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Oct. 21st, 2017 07:58 pm
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I asked Machineries of Tarot what my prognosis was for writing today using the Vidona spread:

Deuce of Gears
A cog in the machine. Pawn of powers beyond your control.

AUGGGGGGGGGGGGH

(Yes, Jedao was being snarkastic when he chose it for his emblem.)

Also, I love my catten but...she's not very bright? She likes to sit on the ping pong table and will remain sprawled on it when the Dragon and I start up a game. The ball hits her in the leg, she remains sprawled. It took the next ball hitting her in the snout for her to skitter-kitter off the table. *facepalm*

That's not the part where she's not very bright. The part where she's not very bright is that she was on the ping pong table during a game yesterday and got hit in the snout by a ball then, causing her to skitter-kitter off the table. You would think she'd figure out that ping pong game in progress = don't sprawl on the table waiting to be hit in the snout?

Back to work...

Xalapa Dos

Oct. 21st, 2017 08:33 pm
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      . . . . We have returned from five hours in the Xalapa - Veracruz Museo de AntropologíaWe had not only one, but two, private guides, one of whom speaks some English -- this is what she is studying at university -- and the other a Ph.D. student in the cultures of this part of Mexico.  They were splendid.   Patriciá was with us as well. Among other things, having these three people taking us through these eras of pre-Columbian and Spanish Mexico meant Ned and I were treated to many unofficial legends and lore that they have received from their own parents and grandparents -- these three were each a descendant of one of these indigenous cultures.


Our little group of five were totally fluent in Spanish with the exception of myself. Yet, sometimes it took all five of us, including me, to come up with the correct word in Spanish and English to express a meaning, particularly of everyday objects and practices. We enjoyed ourselves immensely.  I'm sure they did enjoy themselves as much as we did, because it was five hours and nobody was in the least obligated to be there for five hours.

 

One of the Olmec Great Heads which  date from at least before 900 BC and are a distinctive feature of the Olmec civilization of ancient Mesoamerica.  There are 17 of them; this museum has 9.  This one is known both as #1 (numbered in order of their recovery) and as it was the first one found, The King.  The stone is basalt, which comes from a long distance away from the region where the heads have been dug out. It weighs many tons.

The flat nose is a reflection of the jaguar's nose - face, which animal is of multiple significations of intensity including divinity, and which flows through all these cultures throughout the millennia
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The museum itself is one of the most beautiful I've ever been in. It's built over a site that was an indigenous village when Cortés arrived, with burial sites, the pyramid, etc. of one of the subject groups of the Azteca. The architectural design deliberately suggests one of these edifices. There are those who claim to feel the power that still remains not only in the contents of the building, but what is under the ground. The museum is so elegantly and intelligently arranged that we go from the earliest eras up through the arrival of the Spanish in chronological order, and are able this way to see the continuations of the cultures across the millennia.


It was a miracle that my back was able to do this.  Fortunately, having private guides who were enjoying themselves, there were no objections to stopping so we could all sit and rest our feet and other parts, while the guides continued giving us stories, histories, legends and instruction.  That was how I managed.  But o do I hurt now!


Patricá, el V and I had lunch in a northern African Mediterranean restaurant afterwards.  Even el V was dragging his tail hard after this marvelous day.  We came back to our neighborhood.


Calle des Diamantes


El V picked up his suit and then we went through the calle des diamantes to look at the jewelry in this long outdoor market.  This being Saturday, all was packed.  But generally the streets and brick and mortar stores are always filled with real people, really interacting with each other and many material objects from roasting corn to be made into masa, and then into tacos! tortillas! and so many other things that are good to eat! to reading newspapers and discussing the contents (as can be imagined, the crisis de Espana and Catalonia is much in people's minds).


What is the most wonderful about being here is the presence of things, from flower markets, husking corn, people talking with each other, playing board games, card games, so many activities, recreational as well as work, that take place in real space and time -- not as pixels.  People have wifi -- many, many public wifi areas (so different from the USA) -- at home, at work, etc.  They have smart phones.  But they are not consumed by them -- at least so far.  They are not living in the internet online-order-and-deliver culture.  The sheer pleasure of stores, filled with attractive goods, good that are necessary to a smoothly running household, adequately staffed by interested, professional people -- the street as economic driver and social, political and cultural space!


Calle Enriqui, the cathedral.  One of its two towers was destroyed by lightening early in the 19th century -- twice.  so there remains only one tower, the people of Xalapa taking it as a sign to leave well enough alone.  Above the cathedral, in a men's shop two doors down from a Sears (!), el V found his suit.  Some distance up from the cathedral is our Hotel Clare Luna.


I have been missing this so much in the post digital age that is NYC and our neighborhood.  


Our neighborhood is packed with pedestrians and traffic, but this density is meaningless, for most of them neither live there nor work there -- they don't even live in the country.  Oddly, here, I revel in the density of pedestrian traffic, because these are the people who live and work there, and it has meaning.


We have at least been able to carve out neighborhood for us long-time residents along with St. Anthony's and some of the long time businesses such as the Bistro, but generally, it's just -- nada.  Tourists and those who extract their money and that's that.  No culture, so social life, no civil life.  I just hate it. 


In Xalapa, meaning still seems to exist among the younger generations as well. It goes on every day, all day, late into the night.  The amount of night life here, even beyond the cantinas, taco places, restaurants -- high end, low end -- theaters, movies, music -- is tremendous.  By the way, bookstores everywhere!  People sitting and waiting, like Patricá when we have to have meetings, reads a real book.  She doesn't have to -- she's got her smart phone, etc.  (I too read a real book when sitting around waiting.)


We saw it in Mexico City, the few hours we had between getting into the hotel and having dinner, and going to bed.  In the restaurant where we had our dinner, the young hipsters (it was one of those hipster heaven nabes), we were by far the oldest people there.  The other tables were people discussing politics and literature, playing -- monopoly! -- playing cards, playing games that I had no idea what they were, singing and occasionally getting up to dance. 


Like people in Xalapa and all over Mexico do, we take taxis all the time.  The drivers insert themselves into the conversation as a matter of course.  They like to talk. They seem all to speak English, as they seem to have been either born in the USA or lived there for a long time.  They all seemed to work more than one job in the US, had their own businesses and so on.  But all that entrepreneurial energy, that produced taxes for the public good and paid into our social security has gone back to Mexico, where their contributions and spirit may well transform their country into a global powerhouse, while we, with our mean ugly exclusive spirit goes broke while the obscenely wealthy appropriate whatever is left.  Nor is it only Mexicans that the USA is doing this to.  We are cutting our own gdded throats.


Tonight, we're supposed to be taken out by one of the people who has brought us to this festival, to visit an old school pulquería - cantina.  Popular street culture, el V wants, where he can hear Mexican music.  So far -- blues (the international hipster choice), jazz, etc., but no local Mexican music has been heard by him.  


Tomorrow is going to be another long day, as we drive to Veracruz, tour the castle fortress and look at various slave ship markets and other historical locations.
 


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As Susan Tschudi, marriage and family therapist and author of Loving Someone with Attention Deficit Disorder, would explain to me....ADHD is basically an allergy to boredom.


....ahahaha this is EXACTLY how I have been describing myself most of my life ("low boredom threshold," "I need a book going to calm down and think," "allergic to boredom," "if I get bored I will get in trouble"). Haha! //cries

(Yeah the treating the ADD thing has kind of gone by the wayside because I was on Vyvanse!, and Vyvanse! was motherfucking expensive and seemed to peter out, and they were also all hassling me about my blood pressure ((which is FINE)) and then a later doc terrified me about being overweight and taking stimulants and heart failure. sigh. I dunno. It also seemed to kind of set off my hypomania. On the other hand I've been napping every three hours again so....)

[ObMeme]

Oct. 21st, 2017 07:24 pm
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From Facebook.

Four things, etc. Read more... )

Back to work...

Pleasant and unpleasant

Oct. 21st, 2017 08:11 pm
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Dreamed last night that [livejournal.com profile] incandescens came to visit me at a place purporting to be my daycare, though it was more like an elementary school which was in the process of having a school fair/ concert of some kind. [livejournal.com profile] incandescens joined in enthusiastically, but I couldn't quite make out what the kids and staff were calling her. Turns out it was 'Lily' or maybe 'Lilith'; she explained that this was her real name, but at boarding school there'd been too many girls with the name, so the staff decided she'd be called Genevieve for the duration.

[livejournal.com profile] incandescens may have been in my thoughts because she sent me a .pdf of Holmes pastiche which I have been reading on my phone (once I figured out how to save it to the phone). Now I understand why people read things on their phones: a well-behaved .pdf is much easier than a webpage or lj entry.

Fly in the ointment of my contentment is Rattus Recrudescens. While the weather was cold there was nothing to discern in my study or bathroom but the smell of ground coffee. (The mice in the basement walls had their brief moments of musk in that period, and then the smell cleared.) Whether it's warmer temps or some new victim, I now get ghostly reminders even through the three layers of plastic that covers the vents. Much worse, there's an appalling but different stink coming up the kitchen vent. Must give that one another week or ten days as well. Temps drop mid-week: we shall see what transpires after that.

My FemslashEx story

Oct. 21st, 2017 05:18 pm
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I had tons of fun with FemslashEx, and highly recommend browsing the archive.

My recipient was [personal profile] iknowcommawrite aka Scioscribe, who wrote me two lovely Treats last Yuletide! FemslashEx allows prompts for original fiction, and this is the prompt I wrote for:

Female Revolutionary/Princess

Class issues, identity porn, loyalty kink, and compromised principles: hell yeah. I think ideally I would like this one in a fantasy world, but I’m open to other possibilities. I’d love to see about any variation on this I could think of. Is the revolutionary undercover in the palace, getting ready to overthrow the monarchy while falling for the princess? Is the princess on the run from the revolution, disguising herself, and falling in amongst the rebels? Do either of them begin to rethink their principles or their policies? Is the revolutionary agitating in the open, and the princess is intrigued by her radical ideas? Other things I’m totally here for: wearing a crown while being thoroughly debauched by a revolutionary, hurt/comfort, kneeling, undressing from gowns and corsets, and virgin princess/experienced revolutionary.

Isn't that great? I found it very inspiring.

I wrote Burn, an epistolatory exercise in Ultimate Identity Porn. The revolutionary hides her face to conceal her identity. The princess silences her voice to preserve her purity. They know each other. And they don't...
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  • Bloomberg notes that the people and businesses leaving London for the EU-27 will enjoy lower rents.

  • DW reports on potential British interest in joining NAFTA, if Brexit talks with the EU collapse entirely.

  • The remarkable Bombardier deal with Airbus may yet save the Canadian company from American tariffs. Global News reports.

  • Global News takes a look at the provinces and economic sectors in Canada to be hit hardest by the end of NAFTA.

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  • The area of Humber River Bay may yet be radically transformed by the development of the vast Christie's site. The Globe and Mail reports.

  • Torontoist notes how the City of Toronto is starting to let apartment dwellers know if they might die in a disastrous fire like Grenfell.

  • Wired reports on the vast Google plan to make not just Quayside but the entire waterfront a high-tech prototype.

  • TVO's John Michael McGrath argues that the city does not need Google to design good neighbourhoods.

  • Apparently many people are escaping the Toronto affordable housing crisis by moving into vans. The Toronto Star reports.

Eva's party was a blast

Oct. 27th, 2017 07:23 pm
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She went to laser tag with 7 friends - damn, that's a long trip by bus! - and they loved it. One friend, who is diabetic, went in with a fairly high sugar count. Her mom showed me the tracker app on the phone a few minutes later - in at a high count, and it just plunged with all the running around.

The pizza and cake were both adequate, if not delicious - whatever, the kids were too hyped to care. The candles I got that advertised multi-colored flames really worked. OMG. They were just too cool. Everybody had fun, nobody got injured, and isn't that what you want in a party?

And then on the bus ride home Ana and Eva absolutely slammed the opposition in a friendly, respectful dialog* on the subject of abortion. So, yeah.

* It really was friendly and respectful, if a bit loud.

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