Mystery/thriller about a woman who's son goes missing at age six and is presumed dead, but shows up again ten years later. I'm about a quarter of the way through and it's all right. The woman's husband is a huge jerk and I'm hoping that we're meant to think so but not entirely sure (he's a jerk in a way that is often portrayed as totally normal and awesome). Wouldn't be surprised if he was somehow behind the kid's disappearance but idk.
Death in the Spotlight
The newest Wells & Wong mystery! I downloaded it straight after it was released and then forgot about it immediately. XD Just started it today and have only read a few chapters but I'm looking forward to it.
A Bun in the Oven: How the Food and Birth Movements Resist Industrialization
Not much progress on this. I think I just read one more chapter and that's it.
Shadows of the Workhouse
I really enjoyed this a lot and will definitely be reading the third book in the series soon.
The Promised Neverland vol. 3-6
This is so good! On the one hand, I don't know why I waited so long to start reading this series, but on the other hand I'm glad I did because now I have twelve volumes to read before I'm caught up.
Misshitsu no Hisokana Hoshi
Another Amagakure Gido BL one-shot that I proofread for a friend who's scanlating it. It was cute but not amazing.
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
We are all hostages of time. We each have the same number of minutes and hours to live within a day, yet to me it didn't feel equally doled out. My illness brought me such an abundance of time that time was nearly all I had. My friends had so little time that I often wished I could give them what time I could not use. It was perplexing how in losing health I had gained something so coveted but to so little purpose.
....my friends were golden threads randomly appearing in the monotonous fabric of my days. Each visit was a window that opened momentarily into the life I had one known, always falling shut before I could make my way back through. The visits were like dream from which I awoke once more alone.
- The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating, Elisabeth Tova Bailey (2010)
(A beautifully written, charming, short book which is in no way slight, despite its size and subject matter. She really knows what it is like to live in the country of the sick, the "land of counterpane" as RLB Stevenson called it: "Given the ease with which health infuses life with meaning and purpose, it is shocking how swiftly illness steals away those certainties. It was all I could do to get through each moment, and each moment felt like an endless hour, yet days slipped silently past. Time unused and only endured still vanishes, as if time itself is starving, and each day is swallowed whole, leaving no crumbs, no memory, no trace at all.")
Review and excerpts
Related essay: "A Green World Deep in Winter: The Bedside Terrarium"
ETA Another quote:
There is a certain depth of illness that is piercing in its isolation; the only rule of existence is uncertainty, and the only movement is the passage of time. One cannot bear to live through another loss of function, and sometimes friends and family cannot bear to watch. An unspoken, unbridgeable divide may widen. Even if you are still who you were, you cannot actually fully be who you are. Sometimes the people you know well withdraw, and then even the person you know as yourself begins to change.
It's a seemingly never ending task - grocery shopping.
1. Do you make up a dinner plan for the coming week?
A week is too far in advance for me to know what will be food. I tend to make a rough plan for the coming 3-4 days.
2. Do you make up a shopping list and stick to it when shopping?
I usually make a list and buy everything on it plus a few things that seem good in the store. Sometimes when it feels like nothing is food I decide not to try to make a list and to go and just see what feels like food when I am there.
3. What is one thing that you always buy, but never put down on a list?
If I'm making a list I usually put everything on it, even things I always buy. The one thing I always buy is probably milk -- I get through a lot of whole milk.
4. Is there anything that you always think you are out of and come home with it to discover you already have a year’s supply on hand?
5. Do you get your groceries delivered?
No, I live in a super rural spot 5 miles from the closest small town, so I do a run to town every 3-4 days usually.
Topic of the week
Stuff you're enjoying right now, whatever that is.
What I've been up to
Doing all sorts of catchup stuff at home, whee! (And a few enjoyable social outings.)
( Reminders and tips for making this post flow better )
( House rules )
For my own benefit, mostly, so that on those days like today when I feel that I’ve achieved nothing in my life, I can see at a glance how many books I’ve written, and (perhaps) feel better.
Have I missed some? I feel as though I might have missed one or two.
Mirrored from Alex Beecroft - Author of Gay Romance.
They've now put up over 150 billboards and have a new stretch goal so people can keep giving them money:
So it's a staged photo, probably using professional fashion models but in the setting of a real air raid shelter and real fire masks (and everyone in London was living in the context of the Blitz at that point), and I think it derives some of its zing from that. Whether you know the women are models or not, they're stylish, casual, a little jaunty; the woman on the right is dangling the whistle thoughtfully from one manicured hand. With those uncanny masks obscuring their faces. I love it so much.
THE BLITZ, BUT MAKE IT FASHION.
2. It looks like there's supposed to be a little rain tomorrow, but then mostly clear for a while with only a small chance of rain here and there. I really am so happy about all the rain we've been getting but I need a break! It's bad for sales at the downtown store because the majority of our traffic these days comes from people hanging out and walking around downtown and stopping in, which people don't do if it's raining. And I'm tired of the constant leaks at the other store that the building management does nothing about despite us complaining about the same spots every year since the store opened.
3. Look at these sleepy kitties! They're so cute it should be illegal!
Here's ~1000 words of the beginning of a Hogan's Heroes wolfbrother fic the world *definitely* needed, from the February where I got really depressed and marathoned about half of Hogan's Heroes on youtube!
( 'This is a violation of the Geneva Convention!' Hogan insisted, emphasizing it with a fist to Klink's office desk. )
...and from there it was supposed to go into Hogan trying to run the usual caper plot via the secret tunnel while everything gets increasingly hazy and hormonal. I have no idea what the caper plot was supposed to *be*, though, or what (if any) pairings we were going to end up with. (I think I mostly wanted to figure out the worldbuilding for how they handled wolves in that setting, and I got that far!)
When I first saw the original Fruits Basket anime, I loved it dearly. In my case, falling in love with the manga meant a lot of the love for that animated version faded quickly away--there are lots of wonderful things about it, but the small changes add up, and my anger at some of the drastic changes makes it hard for me to still love it for what it was.
One of the changes that's enjoyable in its own right is the Valentine's Day episode. I'm looking forward to seeing the Valentine's events of the manga in the new anime, but a lingering side effect of the original anime's take on it is that my sole ~Observance of Valentine's Day~ is the singing out of "HAPPY VALENTINE'S, KYO-KUN!!!" (mainly, but not exclusively, at scruloose).
(I don't think the original anime did terribly well by Kagura [who says that line], in that it ramped her up even higher than she is in the manga. OTOH, she was played by Mitsuishi Kotono that time around, and Mitsuishi is a brilliant, tremendously versatile seiyuu, so had that iteration continued down the path of the manga's actual story and Kagura's actual character arc, I would have trusted her to carry it off somehow, even though my retroactive faith in the writing staff for that anime is nonexistent.)
So: happy Valentine's, Kyo-kun!!!
Tonight Ginny and Kas came over for supper for the first time in what feels like forever. Kas brought Ginny-friendly pizza dough and other fixings for calzones, and he and scruloose assembled a very tasty dinner. (Kas also brought us a soggy baby!!! [AKA a lemon loaf.] Put a pin in that in case I get back to writing about what led to that; right now I need to wrap this up and sleep.)
You can tell by now that I have no use for Valentine's (although for those of you who celebrate it, I hope it was lovely; I also hope it wasn't painful for anyone). Right now it's largely a reminder that ten years ago--I think exactly; I'm pretty sure the trip included Valentine's--scruloose, Ginny, and I were in Hawai'i, staying with scruloose's parents (who were wintering there). I was happily considering it an ideal way to mark scruloose's and my five-year wedding anniversary, since we got married in Hawai'i (in June, not February, but that's the tiniest quibble when one has a free place to stay in February!), and Ginny being there with us was wonderful.
February in Hawai'i is a glorious thing. I/we used to have notions of going every five years to mark milestone numbers of years of marriage, but we didn't make it for our tenth year, and now it's our fifteenth anniversary in a few months, and the US is what it is, and we are so not going. (And my in-laws haven't wintered in Hawai'i in several years, which is also a factor. As noted, that place to stay is a staggering help in making such a trip feasible.)
Being so terribly unsure that I'll ever see Hawai'i again is far from the worst part about the political hellscape for me, even in purely selfish terms. But it really, truly hurts my heart.
At 2 I went across the street and picked out some sunglasses, and paid and left. Then I went home. On the way home the MC from The Great Alone started behaving like a complete idiot and confessing 7 year old crimes to the police as though they're not going to arrest her, so I'm afraid the next hour of the book is going to be Leni being arrested, and we're going to have a terrible ending to the book. I really don't like bad endings to books. Why is it so hard to find a book where things wrap up well and main characters don't die? I'm really getting fed up with reading all together.
I came home and took the dogs on a walk, but we only walked to Wind Way Drive, instead of Gwinn. Jack was barking at everyone and everything, which made it unpleasant. Honestly, I wasn't feeling much like taking a walk, and almost turned around at the end of my cul d sac, but I had just eaten those donuts so I felt the need to do a little more work than that.
When I got home I started on my reading until Rick called. We talked for half an hour about the fact that he doesn't think I make efforts to integrate myself in the SCA, that I'm more of a tourist than a participant. I'm not sure how to make myself more of a participant. He said that because I said I didn't usually go to court unless it's in my own barony so I know the people getting awards. Also because I wouldn't drive to Pensacola for a day of fencing. Most people do not drive to Pensacola events.
I continued reading until Kevin called to say he was on his way home. He didn't have anything to say. He hung up and I read from a further 3 books. Then he got home and we decided to eat Cuban food because everything on ubereats was about a $20 delivery charge, but grubhub was a $2 delivery charge, and that's the only thing we really like on grubhub. We discussed what movie we wanted to see. The one I wanted doesn't come out until the 25th so I lost that discussion and we decided to watch Bohemian Rhapsody, but then after dinner, Kevin didn't want to walk into the living room, and didn't want to turn the movie on, and told me I should just go out with my friends. It was too late for that, so I just started reading from Catch-22 in the hopes that I can finish that book before the next Reading Wednesday comes up. I should finish it by Monday if I just read one chapter a day from now on, but I'm somewhat hopeful that I can finish it tonight or tomorrow.
Anyway, Valentines Day seems to have mostly passed without an argument, but also without celebrating Valentine's Day. If I'd known we weren't going to celebrate I would have gone to meet Cat at Panera, but Kevin said he wanted to celebrate. Go figure.
Saturday looks to be the only day of the next 10 where there is not a 75% chance of rain. I will have to remember to go out and spin some pokestops on Saturday (assuming the 25% chance of rain doesn't manifest), because I'll be stuck inside for the next 10 days. Ugh. February was awful last year, too. Next Friday and Saturday both have 50% chance of rain during the times that we're supposed to be having outdoor tournaments for MCA. I'm not sure what happens, then. Friday is just the seeding tournament for one of the Saturday tournaments, so I guess if that doesn't happen, the tournament just isn't seeded, but there's supposed to be an outdoor tournament before we can get into the gym on Saturday, and I'm guessing that will not happen now. Maybe it will consolidate later in the day when we have the gym. It's still pretty far out to try to guess about the weather next weekend.
Hendrix's shredding of the national anthem is justly famous as a blazing, angry, joyous, celebration/destruction of the very idea of "the land of the free and the home of the brave," but I love his version of Bob Dylan's song too (it basically became Jimi's song, the way van Morrison took possession of "It's All Over Now Baby Blue"). There's the bold energy of that staccato percussive-driven opening, the guitar riff, and That Voice declaiming There must be some kinda way outa here....There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief -- If you rolled 1968 up in a ball and threw it as far and fast as you could, the trajectory would sound like this song. Hendrix famously did take after take of it, drove the musicians to such distraction he also wound up playing the bass part, and was "increasingly dissatisfied as the song progressed, overdubbing more and more guitar parts, moving the master tape from a four-track to a twelve-track to a sixteen-track machine". Maybe he knew even then it was his masterpiece, in a catalogue of them.
Jimi still makes the guitar wail like a possessed angel, but it's his tense-to-explosive delivery that gives the final lines a jacked-up awareness of growing menace and attendant violence that made the song like an anthem of the sixties even to this day, for its knowledge that the watchman was in vain:
Outside in the cold distance
a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching --
and the wind -- began to howl