Aw, Ringo. Always a sentimentalist.

Apr. 27th, 2017 11:12 pm
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I've been wanting to read this book, Beatlebone by Kevin Barry, for at least a year now. It finally came out in paperback recently, so I nabbed a copy in a desultory and probably ill-advised way, but for whatever reason I hadn't started to read it until I got on the train home tonight.

The Beatles... are so, so foundational to me. You might even call them the crest of my childhood obsessions (bugs, whales, The Lion King, the Civil War, &c). I wrote so much fic without ever knowing it was fic (all sadly lost now, save, kinda, for my Redwall/'90s alternative faves RPF crossover, which is posted in full on my ff.n profile, shh). Their voices, their biographies, the rhythms of their speech and their imagery and dynamics, they really, really dug in deep for me. It's as primal a response as my marrow-love for the Odyssey. So to say that I am devouring Beatlebone is — mild, at best.

The story, so far, is basically that John Lennon, at 37, is worn out and at spiritual loose ends in a personal sense. All he wants is to spend three days on this island he purchased off the coast of Ireland as a younger man. He's got a driver, and the driver kind of kidnaps him, and the back copy does use the phrase "magical mystery tour" but don't hold that against the book. Yes, I know how Problematic John Lennon is, and I don't dismiss it. But this book feels like reading Sebastian Barry and James Joyce and Flann O'Brien, just floating in these gorgeous words and rhythms and profanities and truths that are basically the stereotype of Irish literature, but it's so good when it works, and here it works. For instance:
Driver tips the wheel, a soft glance; the road is turned. They are moving fast and west. Mountains climb the night sky. The cold stars travel. They are getting higher. The air changes all the while. By a scatter of woods there is a medieval scent.
He presents a tub of hair cream:

A pawful of this gentleman, John.

He greases back his hair. He checks his look in the rearview. He arranges a fag in the corner of the gob for a spiv's face, a nylon-dealer's—he has a Second War face.
And this, the first real heart-punch for me:
Never name the moment for happiness or it will pass by.
So yeah, I've... got to go keep reading this book. ♥

I have a job now

Apr. 27th, 2017 10:10 pm
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[personal profile] schneefink
I wanted to make a post about how I was doing at my new job, and then I remembered that today at 5pm a guy from IT told us not to turn off our computers today because of an important update, and today at 6pm I left work and of course turned off my computer just like I always do. *facepalm* Great job, self. Have fun tomorrow morning.

Overall it's going well though. I think. It seems like every few days one of my bosses tells me of a silly mistake that I can't believe I made and reminds me not to do it again and it's very embarrassing. Fortunately triple redundancy is pretty much built into every step of the process, but still.

The people are nice though, I'm getting used to the hours, and I'm not bored yet. (I will eventually, but my contract only lasts until July anyway, and I'll start sending job applications again in May. Not looking forward to it.)

Critical Role Ep 57-94

Apr. 27th, 2017 08:57 pm
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More quick Critical Role episode notes! Over 6k words, oops. Not cleaned up and with very rough time stamps, mostly taken while watching, and I wanted to edit them a bit but then I'd probably never get around to posting.

Episodes 57-94 )
Talk about your favorite parts of Critical Role with me? :D

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Apr. 27th, 2017 10:32 am
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Not Prime Time sign ups are open! Sign ups close April 30th and there is a great mix of platonic, singular gen, and romantic relationships from a wide variety of fandoms to choose from in the tag set.

There's some more posts in [community profile] gardening, one about heirloom gardening and keeping track of what/where you plant.

Agents of SHIELD: This show. THIS SHOW. This Framework arc. OMG. *flails* I both love it and wanting to shake my screen at what's going on.
Spoilers )

I have a few chapters from a bunch of manga I'm following to read. Also some more anime in my queue to begin watching. I'm hoping to finish this ficlet, if not today, then by the end of this week.

Speaking of which, next month is Asian Pacific Islander Heritage Month. \o/
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A meme, via [personal profile] selenak:

Comment with one of my fandoms, and I'll tell you:

- the character I least understand
- interactions I enjoyed the most
- the character who scares me the most
- the character who is mostly like me
- hottest looks character
- one thing I dislike about my fave character
- one thing I like about my hated character
- a quote or scene that haunts me
- a death that left me indifferent
- a character I wish died but didn’t
- my ship that never sailed


And a poem:

Personal Letter No. 3

nothing will keep
us young you know
not young men or
women who spin
their youth on
cool playing sounds.
we are what we
are what we never
think we are.
no more wild geo
graphies of the
flesh. echoes. that
we move in tune
to slower smells.
it is a hard thing
to admit that
sometimes after midnight
i am tired
of it all.

by Sonia Sanchez


Gidget and the laser

Apr. 27th, 2017 12:39 am
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Like a lot of cat owners, I have a little laser toy for the cats to chase around. All four of them adore it immensely, and Jesse makes the most hysterical bootlegger's turns on the linoleum of the kitchen.

But poor Gidget. She wants to chase it so badly. Two things make that difficult.

A. the boys are much bigger than her and she doesn't have the kittenish bravery that Cinders has to just DIVE in there regardless of their pounces.
B. when she does manage to chase it, she can't play for more than a minute before she starts wheezing. (Kitty asthma.)

I just feel so bad for her. Sometimes I'll lead her into the bathroom with the laser so I can close the door and she can play without the others shoving her out of the way and she doesn't have to work as hard to chase it.

On the other hand, when she really gets into it, she's the fiercest hunter ever. XD So there's some adorableness on top to make up for her troubles.

In the greatest city in the world

Apr. 26th, 2017 09:23 pm
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So... so, okay. That was a very, very good week in Chicago. It could not have been scripted better, right up to the moment when the plane bumped down at LaGuardia, jolting me back to reality and out of the book I was reading. I'm pleased to be back in my apartment, which aesthetically is finally starting to feel right, but I got a lot of clarity this week about what and where makes me happy, and I need a day or so to really sit down and work it all out for going forward.

It was an Extremely Packed weekend; I wound up spending intensive amounts of time somehow with about three or four people or groups each day, which sometimes turned into real whiplash and "Was that today? That was this morning, I guess." Except for the day that was entirely in the suburbs, I also walked about seven to nine miles each day, in some very worn-out shoes, so I think I've really earned these. Gosh — I spent two days at the Art Institute, saw nearly all my favorite neighborhoods and places, ate too much very good food, hugged a lot of very dear people and (this is the unbelievably scripted part) last night, within about three hours of each other, I had cause to run into people who were just in town for a hot minute but whom I hadn't seen in forever, and the hugs were EPIC and so, so, so good. (One was my favorite-ever teacher at UChicago, a TA for a Shakespeare class who has been one of my biggest champions since graduating; it's been quite a while in person. I was floating on that encounter for hours. The other was a guy I'd met through improv who'd just this weekend come back from four months performing on a cruise ship with Second City. I spotted him through an open door as he was waiting to walk on during a reading.)

It was lilac season, of course. The air smelled amazing every day and each night. The sky was clear and mostly cloudless, that mild, delicate perfect springtime. It all really could not have been scripted better, right down to the rainy mug that is New York right now. I had some very good conversations with family members and friends alike; one big thing that I realized about my job hunt is that I haven't been looking for what's the best fit for me, I've been looking for whatever's most prestigious, and for one reason only: revenge. As Inigo Montoya will tell you, that's not really a sustainable way of thinking. More and more thoughts ongoing about how to live my life actually for me, rather than proving someone(s) wrong or trying to make other people happy/proud.

Biggest decision: I'm going to spend the rest of this year making a real go of it at freelancing and job-hunting. I'm challenging myself to earn certain progressive amounts through writing. By focusing on that, I'll have more luck finding a job that's a good fit, as well as giving me more guilt-free time to actually work on things like comics and novels and photography and social things. If I'm not satisfied with my life in Brooklyn by the end of the year, with my lease up in January, I'm moving back to Chicago. I even bought a ring as an ongoing visual promise to myself. As my friend Clancy (who is doing freelance videography in Cincinnati and Actually Doing It, despite all her doubts!) told me on Monday, right now, with where we're actually at in our lives (ha!), the fall is not that far.

So yeah, that was a very good trip. Much-needed, and done very right.

Cardinal Valentines

Apr. 26th, 2017 07:25 pm
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[personal profile] yourlibrarian posting in [community profile] common_nature
We've been happy to see the return of cardinals to our balcony as they've been coming by several times a day to munch that yummy yummy birdseed we have out. What's particularly cute about the cardinal couple is that they feed one another seeds from time to time. We sort of caught that here: Read more... )
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Also because I do not want to do admin work. But also I do not want to do event planning.

But I will for my son. Because bar mitzvahs are important.

Plus side, I get a party out of it. :)

(We really ought to have found a site AGES ago.)

Time to Stop Procrastinating

Apr. 26th, 2017 06:32 pm
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Here we are midweek and so it's time for our anti-procrastination post. What is the one thing that's hanging over you, dragging you down and all those other descriptions that apply? Something that if you just had the oomph to tackle it would fix it and leave you free of its nagging and gleaming with pride at your accomplishments.

Well this is the time to tackle it, you know why? We're here with you cheering you on, because we know you're awesome. So tell us about it and let us know how things are going (and whether you can hear our cheers or see our flying pompoms!).

Good luck team and go go go!

UK general election stuff

Apr. 26th, 2017 06:15 pm
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[personal profile] rydra_wong
If you're not registered to vote, or know people who aren't, or simply wish to spam your social media with this handy link to register:

You have to be registered by the 22nd May to vote in the election on the 8th June.

A lot of people, especially young people, seem to be registering. This is a good thing.
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[personal profile] musesfool
I am so behind on my tv shows that I just...continue to fall behind because I didn't watch anything last night either. *hands* I also put aside various books and comics I was reading in order to start a Raven Cycle reread, since it's the right time of year, but I've also often been too tired to focus on reading on the commute. I'm sure once we see the sun again for more than a couple hours once a week, this will start to go away, but right now all I want to do is curl up in bed under the covers. So no Wednesday reading meme either.

What I did do last night was make some more lip balm, this time a variation on this recipe, substituting mango butter for coconut oil, and a tablespoon each of castor oil and apricot kernel oil for the sweet almond oil, and two drops each of the essential oils, plus 1/2 tsp of vitamin E oil, 1/2 tsp of zinc oxide for sunscreen purposes, and 1 tsp of rose gold mica powder to make it a lovely pink. Which makes for a nice, rich lip balm. As in that recipe post, I also used slidey lip tins though they are super tiny - the amount of lip balm this recipe made filled all ten tins I bought plus four chapstick tubes. I guess because I originally bought 1 oz tins, I'm used to only getting like four or five tins worth of stuff each time, but it goes a lot farther when your tins are smaller.

I also bought a bunch of these adorable daisy pots but I haven't filled them yet. I'm excited to try, though.

In other news, writing continues to happen in fits and starts - work is too busy, evenings I'm too tired, etc. but I poke around here and there and hope to finish something every once in a while. And since I mentioned my wip list the other day, here it is:

- after he took from you everything he could steal, the utterly self-indulgent id-fic, featuring suitless Vader and lady!Obi-Wan having copious amounts of deeply unhealthy sex. With [personal profile] snacky's help, I've figured out an ending that doesn't include murder/suicide, so now I feel like I can keep writing it. *snerk*

- nobody move, nobody get hurt and the movement and the spin, aka, Thing One and Thing Two, which I might as well admit at this point are also AUs where Obi-Wan is a lady, but much kinder to both her and Anakin. Probably too kind. Ah well, we all write our own kinds of fix-its, and mine involve genderswap (cisswap?) and a lot of hilariously awkward teenage pining while Obi-Wan mostly pretends to be oblivious because she's not the socially awkward one. *hands* And then one day, when he's no longer her padawan, nor a teenager, maybe, she thinks to herself. Maybe. So, you know, two stories, two POVs, but the stories go together.

- Drive It Like You Stole It, the Han/Leia PWP that needs attention.

- Half-Truths and Hyperbole, the Obi-Wan/Satine Regency AU.

- Well Did You Ever?, the Obi-Wan/Satine Thin Man AU (with a special guest appearance by Anakin as Asta).

- Talking Points, Luke and Rey and trying not to make the same mistakes past generations did.

- how strangely my life is curved, aka, Ahsoka unfrozen in the future and Steve Rogersing her way through the Resistance.

- Night Five, Anakin/Ahsoka trope fic ("there's only one bed at the space hotel!") for [personal profile] silveronthetree.

- Someone else to catch this drift, the single dad Anakin AU which features both Anakin/Ahsoka and Anakin/Obi-Wan

- the Obi-Wan/Ventress frenemies-with-benefits one, fittingly titled Frenemies with Benefits

- the untitled story where Force ghost!Obi-Wan haunts Darth Vader and Darth Vader is just like, "I already have an Obi-Wan in my head criticizing everything I do! What fresh hell is this?" also for [personal profile] silveronthetree.


Okay, that is a lot more than I expected. I like having a list though. It makes me feel accountable. And also accomplished when I can take something off of it. And maybe I'll actually have something to post next week on May 4. Who knows? Anything could happen!


Today's poem:

Fire on the Cuyahoga
by Cheryl Snell

The river burned only a few times,
but nobody here forgets it.
You'd think they'd keep the place up a little better—
look at the candy wrappers, empty bottles, rubbers.
Who knows what else is dumped after dark?

Beauty is as beauty does, I suppose, and of course
all rivers should be beautiful, not necessarily
the untouched beauty of a head cheerleader
at her beginning of things—
but more like the worn kind of beauty she'll grow into,
after she runs off with her married man,
bringing back the three kids, one of them always sick,
and her working minimum wage at the KMart,
the new boyfriend with raw hands and grimy fingernails
out back building a barbeque pit, trying to start
the fire that will stun her into loving him.


What I'm Reading Wednesday

Apr. 26th, 2017 07:51 am
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[personal profile] moreteadk
Removing myself from LJ is something that it's becoming more and more clear to me is going to happen sooner rather than later. It's all beginning to feel a bit dragged out and in a weird sort of limbo, and I think it's time to start thinking about actually cutting the cord. Therefore, this is going to be my last cross-post and you may find me at Dreamwidth HERE. (Husband, yes you should, if you want to keep lurking.)

So, I have finished the Silly Marilly-on! Hooray! It only took about 2½ months, I think. Granted I was reading other things as well, but still. I'm glad I finally made it through that thing. I'm a bit Tolkien-ed out at the moment, though, but I want to see if I can get more or his LotR-verse stuff later on. Though not now. Later. Much later.

Last time I was uncertain about which direction I should proceed in, but [personal profile] just_ann_now tipped me over the edge by rooting for Shadows of the Apt (somewhat predictably), so Empire in Black and Gold by Adrian Tchaikovsky it is. Just over a 100 pages in at the moment. Without giving anything away, because I've read about half of this series before, I'm having a little problem with one of the characters, knowing what I know is going to happen to them later on. There are all sorts of foreboding little signs already in the first few chapters. Or maybe I'm reading too much into it, I don't know, but somehow on some level I sort of start thinking they always sort of knew they might be heading in that direction. Vague enough for you? I think [personal profile] just_ann_now might be able to guess which character I'm thinking about here.

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Apr. 25th, 2017 10:55 am
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Not Prime Time sign ups are open! Sign ups close April 30th and there is a great mix of platonic, singular gen, and romantic relationships from a wide variety of fandoms to choose from in the tag set.

Thanks for Amazon purchase suggestions! I'm writing down a list of things I could potentially spend my gift cards on, trying to price things between the site and other grocery stores, so I can think more on them. I think my first purchase might be socks and my big item might be a chest freezer? Bonus with the chest freezer would be that someone else would bring the freezer up to my apartment on the second floor. Then I can fill said chest freezer with lots of pretty frozen things, like ice cream, pizza, veggies, and meats. :D

Womp, I still need to write something for unofficial Blind Go. It's probably going to be under 1k words and I have a seedling of an idea, so I'll try writing it today. But first, I have to do some manga research.
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Because I was sad, L. invited me out for a drink after work (me, texting L upon entering the place and finding four long-haired bearded guys clustered around the end of the bar while Lynyrd Skynyrd played on the jukebox: "well, this certainly is a bar!" I didn't mean to be snobbish - it was absolutely my kind of hole in the wall place and it had $4 drafts for happy hour - but it was just so hilariously...not what I was expecting in the East Village.) and convinced me to attend a one-person show at The One Festival with her (mainly because it was only 45 minutes long and the subways were a mess).

However, upon getting to the theater, we discovered that there were two shows and the one we were there to see was the second one, so we saw two one-person shows.

The first, "Redemption," was a kind of Social Justice 101 on prison, the likes of which felt very earnest and well-intended but didn't really add anything new to that conversation. I mean, we're talking basically an afterschool special level of nuance. With one guy monologuing intensely at an audience of like 15 people for 45 minutes.

The second show, "What Would Cathy Do?", was about an actress (OR WAS SHE?) who went a little too method and got hooked on heroin. It was funny in a grim way, though again, not particularly new or revelatory, but the actress - Skye Wansey - was spectacular. So at the end, when we had to vote for one show or the other, we both voted for her.

Then we had a rather surreal taxi ride home, where the cab driver twice drove past my block and got huffy when I was like, no, I said 82nd, not 80th and 2nd! I mean, it is possible I messed it up once, and I will take the blame for that, but when he drove past my corner the first time, I paid close attention to make sure I was saying the right thing to direct him correctly on the second attempt, and he STILL drove past the corner again, and then got huffy when I was like, "Just let me out here!" so I could walk two blocks back to the street I actually live on. L. continued on in the cab and made it home without mishap.

Ah me. Still I was exhausted when I got home, which was probably a step up from being sad, and I had a nice time otherwise, so I'll take it.


Today's poem:

by León Salvatierra
(Translated by Javier O. Huerta)

I'm going to say what love signifies
My grandfather said it was the desire of  the I for another I
And since then I began to search for you

My father said the number of  love was seven
Because creation lasted seven days
Seven days making love to its seven nights

I looked for you in each seven that ciphered my life
And I found you slipping away to other numbers

One confuses oneself with one's other self
When two bodies intertwine in bed, three loves
have been in my life, four it will be when you have left
five days that I cannot stand you, six kisses in La Paz Centro
seven years of not finding you, love, show me
from one to a thousand your nights

What is your philosophy of love
you ask me in bed: and I respond
It's not a flower but maybe it is a number. Here, I gift it to you
Hide it between your legs. At the count of two
Make sure that it does not fall: One
Open Sesame. Two
Loves have stepped into your kingdom.

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[personal profile] rydra_wong
Because I was looking for dance things on YouTube the other day and was reminded of this -- here's the "Believe" dance from DV8 Physical Theatre's The Cost of Living:

The second piece in that clip doesn't (IMHO) work as well out of context, but it reminded me of the awesomeness of David Toole -- I went looking and found a whole short piece he did with the mighty CandoCo Dance Company. It is very '90s modern dance TV, and I say this with love (everyone wears shift dresses and big boots, etc.), but it will meet your queer disability-inclusive sexay tango needs:

CandoCo: Outside In
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[personal profile] starlady
I'm inaugurating a new movie rating system: did these movies engross me enough to make me forget about Trump for the length of their run time? 

Both these films were a resounding yes.

Colossal, dir. Nacho Vigalondo

The director is an avowed hater of romcoms for the way they degrade women's agency and posit that if the man is just enough of a stalker, he'll wear the woman down into saying yes. I figured it was worth seeing for that alone, and I was right: although 30-something Gloria by no means has her life together, moving back home to her parents' empty vacation rental when her boyfriend Tim kicks her out of their unbelievably nice New York City apartment, that doesn't mean it's okay for her childhood friend Oscar, a certified Nice Guy™, to try to pressure her into dating. The movie knows this. It makes it clear by a device whereby when Gloria and Oscar walk through a certain park in their town, they turn into a giant monster and a giant robot that lay waste to Seoul. I had questions about this premise, but notably, the film in fact turns on the question of the innocent urbanites: Gloria actively cares about them and tries not to cause further damage once she realizes what's going on. Oscar, by contrast, is perfectly willing to hold those innocent lives over her head to get her to do what he wants. Notably, ex-boyfriend Tim is not a catch either; he's not a Nice Guy, but he's also perfectly willing to try to neg Gloria into living the life he thinks she should have. The ending was extremely satisfying on all counts.

The Fate of the Furio
us, dir. F. Gary Gray

I think on the infographic this one is more furious than fast, alas; my one friend actually peaced out at the 1/3 mark because there was too much Vin Diesel having feelings and not enough explosions. She missed Helen Mirren, and Jason Statham holding a baby while killing a bunch of guys, definitely my favorite sequence, with the soccer haka close behind. For those that like this sort of thing, this is the sort of thing you'll like. I hope they go to space next. Relateldy, I approve of Charlize Theron's mid-career turn to action hero stardom and eagerly await Atomic Blonde.

In Need of Trek TOS Art

Apr. 24th, 2017 06:09 pm
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[personal profile] elf
Zinelets is established as name of mini-zine line. First issue, titled Motionally Compromised (unless someone convinces me otherwise) will feature Star Trek: TOS, with the feature story expected to be Spock/McCoy.

I plan to distribute flyers during Memorial Day weekend conventions (I think there are 4 in my area, although hitting them all is not likely to happen unless I get help) with the intent of either mailing them out on June 10th - 1 week after the 48th anniversary of the end of ST:TOS.

But. I don't have any art. If things get closer to Time To Print (or rather, Time To Spend Several Hours Tinkering with Minute InDesign Settings) and I don't have art, I'll probably crawl around Deviantart and try to find someone, but... in the meantime, anyone know artist(s) who'd like to be printed in a tiny Trek TOS zine?

I need art. Could use other content as well. )

FWIW, I have a "test zine" that I intend to use as a template, with Glitch as the fandom. It features one of my Glitch stories from AO3, a bit of simple photoshop artwork involving Glitch pics, and a schedule of Zilloweens for the rest of 2017. Available by request - happy to print them out and mail them to anyone who'd like one; this is an exception to the "send SASE" rule mentioned above. (Mail with a snailmail address, or questions/comments/etc. that you don't want to show here.)


Apr. 24th, 2017 04:10 pm
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There are a couple of workmen doing things to the driveway today. (Expanding it, I believe, but no one tells me anything. They could be disposing of red mercury for all I know.)

But anyhow. The cats, who like to be outside, do not like strangers. At all. So the way I knew that the workmen had returned to do more work was to see, one by one, the cats come shooting into the house. Like clowns out of a car. ZIP ZIP ZIP ZIP. I tell you, the Thunderbirds have nothing on my cats' formation and speed. XD


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