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Lis ([personal profile] staranise) wrote2025-08-13 06:15 pm

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😔 Another month when I have to ask for help with rent again. (My landlord lets me split it into two payments, but uh the second payment is coming up fast)

A GoFundMe for keeping my business (and me) afloat.
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kaberett ([personal profile] kaberett) wrote2025-08-13 10:40 pm

finally it is tomato o'clock

a tomato with a dark purple upper and red lower, speckled with gold

(This cultivar is called Blue Fire. I was very late getting my tomatoes started, but I am about to have lots of them and I am excited by this! Rainbow planting didn't quite work partly because none of the Yellow Pear-Shaped made it but largely because I lost track of which were my purple plum tomatoes and which were instead my orange, but -- I'm about to have A Bunch of ridiculous coloured tomatoes, and this is probably the showiest of the lot of 'em!)

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kareina ([personal profile] kareina) wrote2025-08-13 10:21 pm
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minor adventures on a day off

 I woke up at 08:00, did a 45 minutes yoga session, had breakfast (yay for skyr! Which we bought while at the store last night. The plain version isn't available in Sweden, but I like it even better with my muesli than yoghurt) and then Keldor finally woke up.

We had also bought a package of frozen garlic bread yesterday, so we popped it into the oven to thaw/melt the butter while I cooked up the broccoli, zucchini and carrots with some chickpeas, almond meal, sesame seeds, and flaxseeds.

Then we went out for adventures. During the driving time I read aloud to him from **Skinsinger: Tales of the Kaltaoven**, which we are both enjoying (though it would also have been nice to look out the window).

Our first stop was near the beach at Vik. Last time we were both in Lofoten we had gone out that way, and stopped at a small parking pull out just on the far side of the sand beach and we walked down to the rocks, where he fished, and I looked at interesting geology. This time the parking pullout on that side of the beach were all full, so we turned back and took one on this side instead. From my perspective this was a much better location, as we had to walk down a hill covered in berry bushes to get to the rocks. Which is to say, he walked briskly down the hill, fishing rod in hand, and went straight to what he wanted to do, which was fishing. I wandered slowly down the hill, pausing here and there to eat crow berries, and blueberries, but there weren't manly along the path, so I drifted gradually leftwards, till I found berry bushes that had berries that hadn't already been eaten, and I settled happily in, eating blueberries till I had eaten all I could find in that area (I spent about a half an hour there, I think).

berries

I took a photo of Keldor, way over there fishing, just before I found the dense berry patch.

keldor is out there, really

and once I had eaten my fill I thought of heading over nearer to see if I could get a better photo, then sitting on a rock to do the sewing I had brought with me. However, soon after I started walking across the rocks, he came walking back towards me. Once we met up we started picking up seashell halves of the sort that are useful for holding paint when working on scrolls. We filled a pocket full, that can be sold or given away at events later, before returning to the car, about 45 minutes after we arrived.

Our next stop was the glass blowing place at Napp, since we enjoyed it last time. However, they must have been doing some sort of renovation or something, as the upstairs area was closed off. As a result, the few tables were in use, and the number of other visitors seemed overwhelming, so we didn't get the coffee he wanted, nor the snack I had considered, nd instead we drove down the road and parked at another pull out where we enjoyed fika in the car (it having started raining).

Then we checked the map, and saw that tjere is a whale museum at Nusfjord, in the other side of the island. So we started driving that direction. However, it turns out thay one may not drive through the fishing village to get to the museum, and we didn't feel for paying for parking to walk 750 meters to go see if the museum was even interesting, so we went on.

Not too long later we saw another interesting parking pull out, at Bøosen, and, since the rain had pretty much stopped, we stopped to look at rocks (me)

rocks

and fish (him).

Keldor fishing

 

We drove a bit further, to Flakstad, and decided to turn around and wend our way north again, returning to the house at 17:30, about five hours after we had left. 

Then we had a light meal and watched the latest episode of Squire Talk, a Drachenwald series of conversations about knightly virtues by a couple of Squires, and their guests. We usually watch this live by joining the zoom itself, as they are all friends of ours, but this time we had to catch it later.

All in all a nice relaxing day. Though I am selfishly just as glad he didn't catch any fish, so I could enjoy eating with him, rather than hiding in the other room to avoid smells as he cooked fish, as happened last time we were here.
Lowering the Bar ([syndicated profile] loweringthebar_feed) wrote2025-08-13 07:29 pm

In the Ancient Libraries of Ashurbanipal

Posted by Kevin

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In those distant times so long ago, there was a mighty king great in both learning and war, who gathered not only the heads of his enemies but also their many texts and tablets, and caused them (the tablets, not the heads) to be brought and added to his own. For it was his royal will to create the greatest library the world had ever known. Many thousands of those tablets filled its vaults, and like his palace the Library teemed with learned scribes; yea, their teeming was like unto the teeming of other things that teem. And in that ancient place, each scribe carried his stylus as both tool and sacred trust, for each knew every mark upon the clay would endure long beyond his mortal span. Yet at times they erred; and then only with comprehensive correction and unwavering diligence going forward could they prove themselves worthy to carry the stylus once more. And so may they do now, even in these days of generative artificial intelligence, which like the demon Pazuzu haunts the scribes of today.

Or words to that effect:

More to come on this quite remarkable saga.

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james_davis_nicoll ([personal profile] james_davis_nicoll) wrote2025-08-13 03:40 pm
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Bundle of Holding: Girl Genius (from 2020) & Girl Genius 2 (from 2023)



A zeppelin-full of digital graphic albums featuring Studio Foglio's Girl Genius, the "gaslamp fantasy" webcomic of adventure, romance, and mad science.

Bundle of Holding: Girl Genius (from 2020)



Even more Girl Genius, plus Buck Godot, Zap Gun for Hire.

Bundle of Holding: Girl Genius 2 (from 2023)
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yourlibrarian ([personal profile] yourlibrarian) wrote in [community profile] common_nature2025-08-13 01:46 pm

Spring Views



Some months ago now, spotted a baby bunny in a field. So cute!

Read more... )
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oursin ([personal profile] oursin) wrote2025-08-13 07:14 pm

Wednesday did some bits and bobs of life admin

What I read

Finished The Folded Sky - v good.

Read Andrea Long Chu, Authority: Essays on Being Right (2025) - critical essays, bit of a mixed bag, mostly v good, some just not ringing my bell.

On the go

And then it was back to Lanny: Upton Sinclair, Dragon Harvest (The Lanny Budd Novels Book 6) (1945). Gripping.

Up Next

Well, if I don't go straight on to A World to Win, and maybe I could do with a bit of a break, over the weekend two of the rather minor late Thirkells which have recently been republished as ebooks were marked down on Kobo, so maybe for a change of pace?

Also, have not yet got to latest Literary Review.

PSA: talking of bargains on Kobo, Sally Smith, A Case of Life and Limb is currently £1.99. Strongly recommend.

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Redbird ([personal profile] redbird) wrote2025-08-13 01:49 pm
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home

I came home yesterday afternoon, and spent yesterday enjoying the air conditioning and catching up on some PT that requires equipment I didn't take with me to Montreal, like a foam roller.

I woke up in time to get outside before it got too hot; conveniently, Adrian came back from a walk when I was about ready to leave, and decided to come to the store with me. I enjoyed the company, and two people can carry more groceries than one, so we now have a small watermelon, a box of lettuce, blueberries, tahini, blackberry jam, and non-dairy ice cream.

[personal profile] cattitude and I played Scrabble yesterday, and I've been doing other ordinary things like combing the long-haired cat and taking out recycling.

It's hot outside today (still), but the kitchen was cool enough at noon for me to make oatmeal for lunch. Adrian made a frittata when we got back from the store this morning, for tonight's supper.
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rachelmanija ([personal profile] rachelmanija) wrote2025-08-13 10:36 am

The Journey, by Joyce Carol Thomas



This is one of the most unusual books I've ever read. And if you've been reading my reviews for a while, you know what a strong statement that is. Here's the buries-the-lede back cover:

The town's teenagers are dying. One by one they are mysteriously disappearing but Meggie Alexander refuses to wait in fear. She and her boyfriend Matthew decide to get to the bottom of all the strange goings-on. And they discover a horrible secret.

Now someone is stalking them - but who? There's only one thing that can save Meggie now - the stories a tarantula told her as a baby.


Bet you weren't expecting that, huh?

This was a Scholastic novel from 1988. I'd seen other Thomas novels in that period but never read them, because they all looked like depressing historicals about the black experience - the one I recall seeing specifically was Touched by Fire. I sure never saw this one. I found it in the used children's section of The Last Bookstore in downtown LA.

Any description of this book won't truly convey the experience of reading it, but I'll give it a shot. It starts with a prologue in omniscient POV, largely from the POV of a talking tarantula visiting Meggie soon after she's born, chatting and spinning webs that tell stories to her:

"I get so sick and tired of common folk trying to put their nobody feet on my queenly head. Me? I was present in the first world. Furthermore," the spider boasted, squinting her crooked eyes, "I come from a looooong line of royalty and famous people. Millions of years ago I saw the first rainbow. I ruled as the Egyptian historical arachnid. I'm somebody."

As I transcribe that, it occurs to me that she shares some DNA with The Last Unicorn's butterfly.

The prologue ends when Meggie's mother spots the spider and tries to kill her, believing her daughter is in danger. Chapter one opens when Meggie is fifteen. Briefly, it feels like a YA novel about being black and young in (then)-modern America, and it kind of is that, except for the very heightened writing style, including the dialogue. Thomas is a poet and not trying to write in a naturalistic manner. It's often gorgeous:

She ended [the sermon] with these resounding words falling quiet as small sprinklings of nutmeg whispering into a bowl of whipping cream.

The milieu Meggie lives in is lived-in and sharply and beautifully drawn, skipping from a barbershop where customers complain about women preaching to a quick sketch of a neighborhood woman trying to make her poor house beautiful and not noticing that its real beauty lies in her children to Meggie's exquisitely evoked joy in running. And then Meggie finds the HEADLESS CORPSE of one of her classmates! We check in on a trio of terrible neighbors plotting to do something evil to the town's teenagers! The local spiders are concerned!

This book has the prose one would expect to find in a novel written by a poet about being a black teenager in America, except it's also about headless corpses and spider guardians. It is a trip and a half.

Read more... )

I am so glad that Thomas wrote this amazingly weird novel, and that someone at the bookshop bought it, and that I just happened to come in while it was on the shelf. It's like Adrian Tchaikovsky collaborated with Angela Johnson and Lois Duncan. There has never been anything like it, and there never will be again. Someone ought to reprint it.
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fabrisse ([personal profile] fabrisse) wrote in [community profile] thisfinecrew2025-08-13 12:10 pm
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The National Guard in DC

I no longer live in the District of Columbia. But, in more ways than I can say, the District is home. The District in my opinion (and per my vote in 2016) deserves statehood. I hope in my lifetime to read about the election for the first governor of Douglass Commonwealth.

The President's imposition of martial law -- which is what using military for police functions is -- in the District is made possible by racism. DC is majority-minority. Although the black population is below 50% of the total these days, the white population is still under 40% of the total population of the District.

As a former Advisory Neighborhood Commissioner (an unpaid, non-partisan, local elected position), I can tell you that the crime rate went up during the 2008-10 recession, but was still nowhere near the rates found from 1975-1995. Violent crimes have continued to decrease. Robbery and theft go up when unemployment goes up, but the overall rates are still low. Rarely are tourists affected by any crime, though there was a spate of purse snatchings in the early 2010s.

What Trump and his supporters detest is the fact that most DC police are black. It's a disconnect for them. For too many, black=criminal and white=police. By calling in the National Guard and the other police forces associated with the District (Capitol Police, Metro Police, the US Marshalls, FBI Police...), Trump is attempting to make the optics match his expectations. There are indications that New York City, Los Angeles, Chicago, and Oakland (all of which have minority mayors, all of which are in states whose electoral votes went to his opponents) will probably be next if he gets away with it in DC.

The President also resents that DC's electoral votes have gone to his opponents in all three elections. Even people who loathed Hillary Clinton voted for her in DC because we recognized that she was a fundamentally serious person and our current president is not.

I am asking everyone to call or email their Senators (or Congress people) and object to this blatant misuse of the military. If you can object as a veteran who recognizes that this isn't the military's purview, that's great. If you want to object on Constitutional lines, before DC had home rule, Congress -- mostly the Senate -- had the right of rule over the District of Columbia. Even Republican Senators should be willing to guard their own rights to shape and control the District. That power has never really belonged to the Executive.

For anyone who's interested, DC voted in favor of statehood in a 2016 referendum. Among other items, it gave us the potential future name of Douglass Commonwealth so that we could retain DC for postal services. If you think we're too small, by area to be a state, we're larger than the three smallest countries in the world. If you think we lack population, we have more people than Vermont or Wyoming, and we're within spitting distance of Alaska.

Overall, DC paid income tax of $45,243,625 (in thousands of dollars) in Fiscal 2024. North Dakota, West Virginia, Wyoming, Alaska, Vermont, and Puerto Rico combined paid income tax of $44,810,347 (in thousands of dollars). The District of Columbia deserves a say in how U.S. tax dollars are spent.

Please call your Senators and/or Representative to object to the deployment of the National Guard in DC.
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ranunculus ([personal profile] ranunculus) wrote2025-08-13 09:12 am

Internet

The Starlink setup has arrived (that was fast) and not a moment too soon.  Last night I could not watch anything on streaming.  About every 30 seconds or so my service would stall.  I've called the roofer for help getting a roof jack mounted, so hopefully Starlink will be functional soon. 
Why yes, I am making several changes that will materially improve quality of life.  Stove, water pump, internet...  
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beatrice_otter ([personal profile] beatrice_otter) wrote2025-08-13 09:18 am
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Worldcon 2025

I will be at Worldcon this week, starting on Thursday. If any of you are going to be there and want to meet up, please DM me and let me know!
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james_davis_nicoll ([personal profile] james_davis_nicoll) wrote2025-08-13 10:09 am
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Women Have Always Written SFF — But It Wasn’t Always Easy to Find



In the 1970s, many of the best new authors were women — the trick was finding their work.

Women Have Always Written SFF — But It Wasn’t Always Easy to Find

Yes, I know comments are not working. No, I have no control over that. Yes, I have mentioned the issue repeatedly. No, I don't know when it will be fixed.
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james_davis_nicoll ([personal profile] james_davis_nicoll) wrote2025-08-13 08:54 am

RuriDragon, volume 6 by Masaoki Shindo



Bathed in unquenchable fire, Ruri struggles to maintain her grade point average.

RuriDragon, volume 6 by Masaoki Shindo
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sabotabby ([personal profile] sabotabby) wrote2025-08-13 08:22 am
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Reading Wednesday

Just finished: Inventing the Renaissance: The Myth of a Golden Age by Ada Palmer. I went to art school semi-on-purpose. Which is to say I always loved art, loved drawing, but was it my passion? Who knows what a 13-year-old's passion is? I was nerdier about other things. But I was bullied in grade school and wanted only to get away from my tormentors when I finally graduated, and so I auditioned for the art school as an escape. I was good at drawing, good enough that they plucked me out of my boring town and away from everyone I hated. There I had teachers who truly were passionate about art, and art history, and I fell in love with not just the paintings and sculpture and architecture but the stories and personalities behind them. We scrimped and saved so that I could go on the school trip to Italy and there I got to see the art, and fall in love with Florence in particular, and walk in the footsteps of Michelangelo and Leonardo and Machiavelli and Lorenzo the Magnificent and it was the most incredible thing to happen to me in my life thus far.

So anyway reading this book was like reliving that, only—as Ada Palmer says throughout the book—"Ever-So-Much-But-More-So." Because there is more history than I knew, or learned since, more stories, more people, about 100 pages of footnotes, and it's contested history, histories complicated by someone who loves this era even more than I do. Despite the book's heft, it's a very fast read. Also I cried a l'il. Fight me. But read it.

Currently reading: Signal to Noise by Silvia Moreno-Garcia. This is a re-read of my favourite SM-G book For Reasons and my God, Meche is even worse than I remembered. I love her. Ahaha. What a nightmare child.