Elizabeth is someone [personal profile] cattitude and I know from Yale Story Reading and then hadn't seen for many years while we were living in New York and she was in Boston. Cattitude went to dim sum with herh and a whole bunch of other people on Christmas Day. I didn't get to talk to her at length, but I mentioned the planned eye surgery and she offered to give me a lift to the surgery.

At the beginning of February I sent her a message with the subject line "touching base," to ask if that still looked doable, and saying that also, I'd like to just hang out soon. So, she came over here yesterday afternoon to spend a few hours with me, Cattitude, and the cats. A good time was had by all; the conversation included a bunch of catching up, and chatting about our cats. Elizabeth praised Molly's fluffy tail and general long-haired-cat good looks, as well as scritching both cats.
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( Oct. 28th, 2018 08:11 pm)
  • I went to another Friends of Captain Awkward meetup this morning, and had fun talking with half a dozen other women, and even did a bit of coloring.
  • In addition to my postcards to voters, I just mailed twenty "please vote because..." cards that came, pre-addressed and postage-paid, from a group called Need to Impeach.
  • Two people complimented my blue hair within about ten minutes today; one of them was a barista whose beard was dyed a striking dark blue/purple (over natural brown)
  • As I was getting dressed this morning, I grabbed my Black Lives Matter/Love Is Real (etc.) t-shirt, though I expected it would be covered by another layer. I also put on my Scrabble-tile earrings, as a reminder of my beloved (the tiles are their initials) and the Hebrew-letter pendant [personal profile] adrian_turtle gave me as a love/relationship token, which I hadn't worn in a while. (The reminder hasn't seemed as important/necessary now that I live near her.) All together, that's dressing for symbolism and psychological comfort.
  • Getting off the T at Davis this afternoon we ran into [personal profile] jbsegal, who I hadn't seen in a while, and chatted with him for a couple of blocks. He was on his way home from the same rally we were; several people on the train were coming back from the Yes on 3 rally that started an hour earlier.
  • It seems worth noting that before the rally, someone came through the crowd giving away "kosher pareve cookies"; I took one, something in a chocolate chip direction. The cookie was okay, and that they were just being given away was cheering.

There was a rally on the Common this afternoon, and while I wasn't sure I wanted to go in the sense that I expected to take comfort from it, I wanted to go to support other people, as a political statement.

One speaker was a member of the Squirrel Hill Synagogue who is in her sophomore year at BU; she said she didn't have words right now, but she did, good ones.

The event was labeled a "vigil," but it was also significantly a political rally: not just that the speakers included a lot of Massachusetts politicians, but for what they said. Gov. Baker (he's a Republican) said appropriate and unsurprising things about unity; several of the other speakers explicitly called out the Trump administration's rhetoric and policy, to loud applause. Attorney General Maura Healy reminded us that her office has a hate crimes hotline, established right after the 2016 election. I'm fairly sure this is the first time I've heard from the State Treasurer; she told us about HIAS helping her husband when he came to this country in the 1950s.

The religious speakers included a few rabbis, people from at least three Christian denominations (the only one I'm sure of was a Presbyterian minister from Roxbury), and a sheik speaking on behalf of a local Muslim group.

One of the first speakers read the names of the victims, and the vigil ended with the mourners' kaddish.
I was planning to go to a protest today (against the proposed change to the "public charge" rule). I wrote down the location, and looked up transit info; the MBTA suggested taking the red line to Downtown Crossing and walking from there.

I allowed lots of time, so I could grab a bite to eat at Pret a Manger. Then I tried following Google Maps directions. Which not only got me lost, but was sufficiently confusing that the "distance/time to destination" was increasing as often as decreasing. I finally got to the address I was looking for, and there was nothing there: not only no rally, but no park or other space one could have been held in.

By then it was well after the announced starting time, so I decided to cut my losses: I might not have known where I was going, but I knew where I was, and how to get to the Green Line from there. I thought "chalk it up to exercise," then remembered that two weeks ago (or any time in the year or so before that) I would have been in pain after doing what my phone thought was a little over two kilometers. Today, I got off the train at Lechmere and walked to Toscanini's for a restorative hot fudge sundae (adding about another kilometer to the total for the outing).

At Tosci's, the server commented that she liked my "I stand with immigrants, and I vote" pin, in a way that led me to ask if she'd like it. She said something like "if you're sure," and I told her I had two more at home, and then explained where I'd gotten them. (The last time I volunteered with MIRA to register voters, they had a bagful and were happy for me to grab a couple of extras to share.)

The ice cream was good, as always: I had raspberry and sweet cream in my sundae, and brought home pints of chocolate chip and raspberry. The rest of the afternoon involved a little bit of paid proofreading, and some (mostly PT) exercises.

Dinner tonight was ravioli and a roast koori squash, a variety we hadn't had before: small, bright orange, and based on one sample [personal profile] cattitude and I both prefer acorn squash, but I would be happy to eat this again, and it's a better size to serve as a side dish for two people. A roast acorn or butternut squash for two people is the centerpiece of the meal.

Tomorrow will be a rest day; more proofreading, but no long walks or exercises for the sake of exercise.
[continued]
[personal profile] adrian_turtle and I had lunch Saturday morning and then went into Boston, again taking the train to Park Street. We found a not-too-crowded spot a few blocks from the end of the parade route, and watched for a bit, though I couldn't see much (I’m short, and there were four or five rows of people there). Then there was a pause between floats/organized groups in the parade, so I stepped into the street and walked the last bit, while Adrian went to do volunteer work for Freedom for All Massachusetts.

The Pride Parade is a lot more establishment and capitalist than when I was marching in New York in the 1980s and ‘90s, but the cheering onlookers as we marched still had me grinning. I hadn’t planned to march and had no sign, but I was wearing my (new) t-shirt with lines of text including "Science is Real," "Black Lives Matter," "Love Is Love," and "Women’s Rights Are Human Rights."

There were what felt like too many politicians at the end of the parade route/entrance to City Hall Plaza, and Bob Massie and his people were enough in my face that I am less likely to vote for him than I was last week. (He’s one of the two Democratic candidates for governor; if he wins the primary, I will vote for him rather than Charlie Baker.)

I spent some time walking around the assorted booths at City Hall Plaza. I bought a rainbow-colored hat and skipped a lot of very commercial booths (no, I do not want my photo in a Nissan tweet, and I didn’t need fried dough). Wandering brought me back to the end of the parade route, so I sat on a wall and watched more of the parade. I'd thought the parade was close to the end when I joined it, but even after getting arriving a bit late and what I missed looking around the street fair, I saw a variety of marchers: politicians and gay sports leagues, a bank and Dunkin' Donuts and Taiwan Pride and a whole bunch of Unitarian churches each with its own sign, and more people just walking in ones and twos, like me. One person was carrying a sign with a picture of the rainbow flag and "Our flag is not your ad"; I hope he heard me saying I liked it. Then I went back into the plaza, and found more of the community/movement organizations, and eventually the official Boston Pride merchandise tent.

I now have a t-shirt with a picture of the Stonewall Inn sign and the text "Bring Back the Riot 1969 2019." Boston Pride was selling those, and "rainbow resistance" shirts--I like the sentiment there, but the graphic is ugly enough that I'm pretty sure I wouldn't wear it--along with things like tie-dyed "We the People Means Everybody" shirts. I also have a lot of new pins, in sizes from tiny to quite large—the "Rise Up, Resist, Repeat" I got at the Dyke March; a clenched fist on a rainbow-colored background; and little pins saying "Dyke March 2018," "Trans Rights Now!" "Fight the Patriarchy," "The Future is Female," and "Stop Profiling Muslims," all bought from the Dyke March people. (I gave them a couple of extra dollars, because we’d had to leave Friday night before I got a chance to donate for their expenses.) I may still order a retro/reprinted "Bisexual Pride" button to replace the one I lost a couple of months ago, but I am feeling much better equipped than I was last week.
Last week was LGBT Pride week in the Boston area. [profile] adrian_turtie and I decided to march in as much as possible of the Dyke March Friday evening and, if we weren’t too worn out and if the weather allowed, go to the parade on Saturday. The Dyke March was my priority because it’s more political, and a lot less corporate, than the Pride Parade is these days, for the values of “political” that matter to me, not “how many politicians are going to try to shake my hand?” Conveniently, what I wanted more also occurred first, so I didn’t have to guess whether the less-desired thing would use too many spoons.

We got to Boston Common Friday evening while people were still gathering, and looked around at the assorted tables; I took a “Rise Up, Resist, Repeat” button that a gay legal aid group was giving away. Then we sat down, and listened to the MC give an introduction and play a bit of music. She started with something like “I want to talk about the land we’re on,” which had me expecting her to say something about the people who lived in Massachusetts before European settlement; instead, she talked about Sylvia Rivera and Marsha P. Johnson, the trans women of color who started the Stonewall Riot.

At that point we were sharing a bench with another woman, and chatting with her, which was fun. She said she was trying to go to every Dyke March (meaning every city’s, not every instance), and asked if she could take our picture. We happily said yes, and posed. Other than that, we talked to a bunch of people who were representing different causes, including some unrelated petition carriers and a random tourist who asked me whether gay people can get married in the United States. I told him yes, everywhere in the country now, but Massachusetts was first. (I didn’t grow up here, but sometimes it feels right to boast about this state.)

Last year, we marched almost the entire route, and then I had to lead Adrian into the T station at Park Street because the large number of police car strobes had triggered a seizure. So, this year’s plan was to leave when it got dark enough for the strobes to be a problem.

That turned out to mean we had to leave a few minutes after we started moving, just before we got to the edge of the Common: there were police cars, with strobe lights, lining the march route. I realize they were intended as helpful, but part of me is thinking “the police stopped me from marching in the street.” More seriously, there seem to be more, and sometimes more intense, strobes out there every week. At least some of them are intended as safety measures (e.g., to get people to pay attention to stop signs), but strobes are also a seizure trigger for some people.

So, we grumpily got back on the red line, went to Harvard Square for pho, and then home to Arlington. [continued on next rock.]
Yesterday, [personal profile] cattitude and I went to the Harvard Arboretum to look at and sniff lilacs. We were a bit late: a lot of the bushes had few flowers left, and some of the rest had almost no scent. Unfortunately, the lilacs that bloom latest are a variety whose scent I don't like. Also, Cattitude had some problems with the pollen even though he had taken an antihistamine, and I will probably have to make this trip without him next year. ([personal profile] adrian_turtle has expressed interest.)

On our way out, we passed a fine patch of lily of the valley, and enjoyed that scent (which neither of us are allergic to. This past weekend, Cattitude found an allegedly lily of the valley flavored macaron at the patisserie in Davis Square. I thought it just tasted sweet, he said there was a floral note that reminded him of soap, and we didn't eat the last bit. It's an artificial flavor, of course—all parts of the plant are considered poisonous—and I was partly just curious as to what the creator thought lily of the valley should taste like.

I have an appointment at Mount Auburn Hospital on Friday. There is a very fine patch of lily of the valley in a small parklike area between Mount Auburn Street and Memorial Drive, which I plan to visit before, after, or possibly both, depending how the timing goes.

physical therapy stuff )
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( Mar. 13th, 2018 01:04 pm)
We're in the middle of our third nor'easter this month, and it's only the 13th. The National Weather Service has confirmed that it reached blizzard status in Boston, the nearest official station.

I was scheduled for PT this morning, but called the PT place yesterday afternoon to postpone. They may charge me $25 for the short notice, but I am hoping not: the buses are running, but everyone is saying "stay inside unless you have to travel," so the PT place may not even be open today.

I made us French toast for lunch, as is traditional—with challah, since I bought a loaf on Saturday at the Somerville Winter Farmers Market (which I heartily recommend: Saturday mornings at the Armory on Highland Avenue, through April 14), along with more Hudson's golden gem apples.
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( Jan. 4th, 2018 11:43 am)
[personal profile] cattitude and I have Arisia memberships, but have not gotten a hotel room. We will be commuting, but haven't got anything like a schedule yet, and may not be there all four days.

I am doing this largely because I want to see people, and would be happy to plan ahead of time to meet for a meal or hang out in the con suite.
I went into Boston today, for a Friends of Captain Awkward meetup, which this time was at one of the cafes at the Boston Public Library. I found the group, put my stuff down, asked where to go to get food, and walked smack-dab into a plate glass door.

As I was catching my breath and getting someone to bring me ice for my head, I learned that someone else had almost done the same thing five minutes earlier—which makes two of us in the fifteen minutes after they closed the door. At that point, the staff put a table in the way, to indicate "this is not open air." Apparently they were required to have it closed because they were serving alcohol, but that's not a reason not to tape up a snowflake decoration, or stencil some drawings of books on the glass, or something.

Then there was coloring and pleasant rambling conversation. After a couple of hours I said my goodbyes, then got a library card. (BPL will give a card to anyone with a current Massachusetts address.) From there, I headed home: before I banged my head on the glass, I'd been thinking of going to Tosci's on the way home, but that would have been significantly more complicated and time-consuming than just taking the green line back to Lechmere.

I had apparently not used up all my social energy, but was chatting cheerfully with a six-year-old about things like the ice cream cake she was going to have later in the afternoon, photos, and libraries: she and her parents very much like the Arlington Library, but hadn't known about the beehive. (The six-year-old asked me where I'd gotten the bees, and I explained that they're not mine, they're the libraries, and I don't know where the librarians got them.)
[personal profile] cattitude and I walked over to the Somerville Winter Farmers' Market this morning. It's a good market, with many vendors and a fair variety of things. Yes, it's a winter market, so they have radishes and onions but no lettuce or tomatoes, and apples were the only fruit. We got a radish that actually tastes like something, from a vendor who was happily giving out sample slices of different kinds of radish, carrots, and probably other things. (The first radish he offered me, after I said I was looking for something with noticeable flavor, was spicier than I really liked.) I had a brief conversation with a fellow shopper about the fact that his sign described one variety as "psychedelic," presumably just for how colorful it is; I might or might not want an actually psychedelic salad vegetable, but I would definitely want to be informed before eating it.

The other novelty was a cucumber-spice shrub; I liked it when I tasted a sample, and will now see whether I use it as much, or in the same ways, as the ginger shrub I get from someone at the Boston Public Market.

We were pleased to see some reasonable-sized rutabagas, so we bought a few, and Cattitude is planning a beef stew.

We also bought Macoun apples (after tasting and not liking a variety whose name I have already forgotten, which I was told was a Honeycrisp×Fuji cross), two varieties of beets, cheese, a package of the frozen Moroccan chickpea and carrot ravioli, and a mini chocolate Bundt cake, part of which I ate for second breakfast.

There are far fewer winter markets than summer/fall ones, so I'm pleased to have this one so close to where we're living, and that it started up so soon. The very last regular market in the Boston area was in Davis Square, the day before Thanksgiving—i.e., ten days ago—and I think this may be the first winter market to start up. (Last winter I went to the much smaller winter market in Charles Square a few times, and the large Cambridge one only at the very end of the season.)
This was partly a counter-protest, because some (not many, as it turned out) white supremacists were rallying under the extremely dubious claim of being for free speech.

[personal profile] cattitude and I took some time out from packing/move prep to go to the rally with [personal profile] adrian_turtle and her ex-housemate Cyd. The crowd was small when we got to Boston Common, because a lot of people were gathering in Roxbury and marching over, which we didn't think we were up for physically. It was good being with them—I've known Cyd casually for years, but haven't had time for many lengthy or substantive conversations. This time we had some good conversation on our way there and back, and catching our breath in my living room afterwards.

So, we chanted some, looked at interesting signs, and left when we were tired and the crowd was large enough that we felt less need of our presence. The eventual number was somewhere between 30,000 and 40,000 of us, and less than a hundred of them.) Mayor Marty Walsh tweeted late this afternoon that he was proud of Boston that so many of us were there, not mentioning that he had urged us to stay away and not give the Nazis the attention he said they wanted. Fuck that; we've tried ignoring them, and it doesn't work.

If I'd been sure before 8 this morning that I'd be there, I might have had a sign myself; as it was, I settled for a "black lives matter" pin on a Wiscon 20 t-shirt. Once we're moved, I'm going to get some appropriate-sized cardboard and make a sign or two that is general enough to carry more than once, since I haven't been making event/issue-specific ones. Maybe "If you're not outraged, you're not paying attention." I do like the one I've seen a few times since the election that says "Can't believe I still have to protest this shit." Other things I liked today included a simple "Oy gevalt."

ETA: Apparently I don't have to get ice cream after protesting, though if we hadn't been thinking of how much more needed doing today I probably would have pushed for a trip to Tosci's or Lizzy's.

I'm fairly sure there was something more substantive that I wanted to add, but it has slipped my mind again.
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( Jul. 7th, 2017 06:40 pm)
As I said in a (locked) post a few hours ago, I've had better days.

I started the day with an eye exam, though for a change they dilated my eyes enough for their purposes without making it difficult for me to read. After that, I met [personal profile] cattitude for lunch and went with him to a meeting with his financial advisor. ("His" because our finances are only semi-combined, and I deal with my retirement money by handing it to TIAA-CREF and letting them fret so I don't have to.)

That was already feeling like enough of a burden that we went to Tosci's for hot fudge sundaes afterwards. We were eating our ice cream when we got text messages from the landlord, asking if he could call to talk about the apartment, "it's important." I asked Cattitude to text back "we're out, can this wait an hour?" and the landlord said yes.

We got home, he called, and what he wanted to talk about is that we're going to have to move out at the end of August, because he and his family are moving back in here. *sigh* So we're going to be looking at neighborhoods and apartments, and then packing things up again.

cut for length )

Any Boston-area friends/readers who want to suggest, or warn me against, neighborhoods or realtors, or know someone with a place they're looking to rent, please let me know. We don't drive, so it needs to be near the T or a reliable bus line, but we don't care about the school district. (Also, we have cats, and would prefer few or no stairs.)
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( Jun. 17th, 2017 06:44 pm)
There was a small street fair in my neighborhood today, billed as "Feast of the East" (referring to the name of the neighborhood, not the available cuisines). [personal profile] adrian_turtle and [personal profile] cattitude got some Indian food and then something Mexican; I didn't see anything I wanted to buy, but a local bank was giving away cotton candy. Proper cotton candy, spun onto a paper cone moments before (rather than the clumpier stuff they sell in bags). I took one, and ate it, and Adrian kindly grabbed another for me (they were a lot smaller than what I remember buying at fairs and amusement parks, but they were also free).

Cattitude and I went out again a couple of hours ago, and went to a convenience store to buy yogurt. As we were paying, I saw a sign advertising Italian ices. I asked the shopkeeper if they actually had ices, and he pointed at the cooler.

I bought a "small" watermelon ice (which I would have called at least a medium). It was excellent, and I had to be careful to eat slowly enough to avoid an ice cream headache.

The brand is "Richie's Super Premium Italian Ice." I liked the texture (a little lighter than I got in New York City, from pizza places or from the "Delicioso Coco Helado" carts). I will probably go back and try some of the other flavors: lemon, green apple, maybe "blue vanilla," maybe see how their mango compares to the (somewhat denser) mango ices I used to buy from the Delicioso Coco Helado carts. The ices in the New York pizzerias are called Italian ices, the "coco helado" ones aren't, but the textures are very similar.

It's been a very long time since I went to the Lemon Ice King of Corona (which may not even be in business anymore), but I think I remember the texture as similar to this. I'm guessing this is a local/regional brand; it is way above the Marino's Italian ices they sell in six-packs in the supermarket freezer case, and sometimes in individual cups from Good Humor trucks.
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( Jun. 10th, 2017 04:44 pm)
[personal profile] adrian_turtle and I went to the Boston Dyke March last night. I had a good time: there was a fair-sized (but not overwhelming) crowd of queer women. The event consisted of some general milling around and socializing, then a bit of music and a speech, which started by name-checking Sylvia Rivera and Marsha P. Johnson, and then we walked out of the Common and along a bunch of streets, winding up back at the Common.

A big piece of what I liked is that the event was noncommercial: there were a few tables for LGBTQ groups, including La Red (which helps people who are dealing with domestic violence), a trans* activist group, and a Christian congregation, but no corporate anything, no floats, no amplified music. (The list of exhibitors at the more organized/mainstream Pride Festival today includes not only banks but at least one major pharmaceutical company.)

People walked and chanted and carried signs (I still don't have any), and it was a very nice evening to be walking down Comm Ave and Boylston Street in that sort of company, with people waving at us from the sidewalks. There were some motorcycle cops keeping the cars away from us, but not the barriers along the edges of the sidewalks that I got used to at New York Pride, with the much larger crowds.

The chanting was a mix of queer/dyke/trans* specific slogans (like "We're here, we're queer, we're fabulous, don't fuck with us," and "hey hey ho ho, homophobia's got to go" alternating with "hey hey ho ho, transphobia's got to go") and some of the same things I've been hearing and chanting at other protests, especially in the last year: "Black lives matter" and "Black trans lives matter," "This is what democracy looks like," and "No Trump, no KKK, no fascist USA."

Adrian suggested that we do this, saying that her congregation "isn't having an Erev Pride service this year." I'm glad she did; she said afterward she wouldn't have gone by herself, and I probably wouldn't have either. We saw a few women she knew, and nobody I recognized, and any sort of march, from the very political to the mostly celebratory, is more fun in company. Yes, sometimes I go alone, when it feels important—for myself or for the cause—but it's more draining that way.

This march felt political enough that I've included it in the spreadsheet tracking my political activism that I started after the election; if I'd had the energy to go to Boston Pride today, I probably wouldn't have counted that. When I started marching in Pride, doing so was absolutely a political act; it's not apolitical now, but somewhere along the line we got a level of acceptance that meant banks and beer companies sponsor floats, and tourists bring their children to watch the parade, not just because they support us but because it's a parade, and kids like parades and floats and marching bands.

It still matters that people are out there, but I don't feel like I'm letting anyone down by passing the baton to someone who handles the late-June heat and sunlight better than I do these days. (That's in the same way that anti-Trump/anti-fascist activism is a relay race, or a marathon, not a sprint.) I was rummaging for buttons the other day, and found one from New York Pride '92. The long march through institutions.

(I need at least one better queer or bisexual icon, though the feminist one also feels appropriate.)
I went to a protest rally/march today on the Boston Common. The March for Truth (or marches, there were events in more than 100 cities) demanded an investigation into Trump's Russia ties, which overlapped a more general anti-Trump message. The speakers in Boston talked about some of the resistance actions since December, as well as reminding us how much crap has gone down in the last six months that we've needed to fight.

I'm no good at estimating crowds, certainly not from inside, but the Boston turnout was at least several hundred, maybe as much as a couple of thousand. The march went around a loop on the Common; it felt a little odd to be starting and ending in the same place.

This time I remembered to bring water and sunscreen (though not a hat). I really ought to start making signs. I skipped a chance to have lunch with [personal profile] cattitude's sister to save my energy for the protest; Cattitude wound up not feeling up to doing both, so I'm glad I saved my energy. (If I knew his sister better it might have been a harder choice.)

[Yes, this is sketchy and I may try to revise or extend it later, but I wanted to post something.]
It's 2017, and I was just protesting on Boston Common, chanting "What did the president know, and when did he know it?" [That is a quote from 1973, at the time referring to Nixon and Watergate, and a different stolen election.]

One of the speakers read us part of the Justice Department rules about prosecutors/staff members recusing themselves from investigations, to back the point that Sessions should not be involved in investigating Russian involvement in the 2016 election.

This rally was a few hundred people, and the only elected official was a Democratic state committeewoman* who was the first openly transgender elected official in the state. She was a very good speaker, as was the 16-year-old student activist; we also heard from the director of Common Cause**, who is promoting a law that would make voter registration automatic; from a law professor who had a lot of good if often ahistorical bits but badly needed an editor to stitch them together into something more coherent; and a few other people.

The people who were there were quite enthusiastic. The rally mostly focused on this one issue, but speakers did talk about other problems with Trump and his cronies, especially racism.

The organizers handed out postcards for us to write to the governor, demanding that he be one of the first Republicans to call for a special prosecutor, and drop them in a basket for hand delivery tomorrow. I included my name and address, on the theory that it might help and can't hurt.

(I heard about this rally about 10:00 last night, from [personal profile] adrian_turtle, who happened to notice it on Facebook, and who met me there. The organizers said there were other actions they want people to take over the next week, go to their Facebook page for more info; I really don't like Facebook, but needs must.)


*there's a reason you probably haven't heard of this office; it's internal party organization, not legislative, executive, or judicial branch.

**People sometimes sneer at them, they're a "good government" group that, as part of promoting democracy and voter involvement, does things like organize debates.
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( Feb. 19th, 2017 06:37 pm)
[livejournal.com profile] cattitude, [personal profile] adrian_turtle, and I went to Boskone Friday and Saturday (commuting rather than getting a room at the hotel). Friday Cattitude and I got there before Adrian, and I felt vaguely out of sorts for a bit after we got there and picked up our badges, because I was having trouble finding people to talk to (a combination of not seeing people I recognized, and seeing people who either didn't see me/hear me say hello, or were on their way elsewhere). We indulged in some restorative hot chocolate, and then Adrian got there, and things started coming together.

cut for length and disorganization )
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( Feb. 12th, 2017 06:24 pm)
Yes it's a cliche, but I made challah French toast for lunch during this snowstorm.

This was the second instance of "I don't want sandwiches" (last night's desire for a hot meal instead led me to cook ravioli). It helped that we had the dozen eggs, plenty of milk, and most of a loaf of challah: the nearest bakery, while not at all Jewish, sells different kinds of bread from Wednesday through Sunday, and on Friday they bake challah. (It's dairy, which seems weird to me and means I can't give it to [personal profile] adrian_turtle, but tastes good.)

I am a little out of practice on French toast, and this was the first time I'd made it in this kitchen, so I had the pan a little too cool for the first batch of French toast. That batch was okay, but the second batch was properly browned and significantly better than the first.

Other than that, I have done proofreading (paid) and some exercises, and been outdoors only briefly today.
Specifically, where should I go in person tomorrow morning to buy a new teakettle? (I dropped the one we had and it broke.)

I don't want to run all over the place, so Arlington, Cambridge, Somerville, or the red line-accessible parts of Boston would be best.

It needs to be a whistling tea kettle, and doesn't need to be fancy or expensive. The kettle it will be replacing lasted more than three decades, and I paid four dollars for it, which is cheap even allowing for inflation.
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