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84 Charing Cross Road, by Helene Hanff




A sweet epistolatory memoir consisting of the letters written by a woman in New York City with extremely specific tastes (mostly classic nonfiction) and the English bookseller whose books she buys. Their correspondence continues over 20 years, from the 1940s to the 1960s. It's an enjoyable read but I think it became a ginormous bestseller largely because it hit some kind of cultural zeitgeist when it came out.


I Survived the Great Molasses Flood, by Lauren Tarshis




The graphic novel version! I read this after DNFing the supposedly definitive book on the event, Dark Flood, due to the author making all sorts of unsourced claims while bragging about all the research he did. The point at which I returned the book to Ingram with extreme prejudice was when he claimed that no one had ever written about the flood before him except for children's books where it was depicted as a delightful fairyland where children danced around snacking on candy. WHAT CHILDREN'S BOOKS ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

The heroine of I Survived the Great Molasses Flood is an immigrant from Italy whose family was decimated in a flood over there. A water flood. It's got a nice storyline about the immigrant experience. The molasses flood is not depicted as a delightful fairyland because I suspect no one has ever done that. It also provides the intriguing context that the molasses was not used for sweetening food, but was going to be converted into sugar alcohol to be used, among other things, for making bombs!

My favorite horrifying detail was that when the giant molasses vat started expanding, screws popped out so fast that they acted as shrapnel. I also enjoyed the SPLOOSH! SPLAT! GRRRRMMMMM! sound effects.


The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle, by Stuart Turton




A very unusual murder mystery/historical/fantasy/??? about a guy who wakes up with amnesia in someone else's body. He quickly learns that he is being body-switched every time he falls asleep, into the bodies of assorted people present at a party where Evelyn Hardcastle was murdered. He needs to solve the mystery, or else.

This premise gets even more complicated from then on; it's not just a mystery who killed Evelyn Hardcastle, but why he's being bodyswapped, and who other mysterious people are. It's technically adept and entertaining. Everything does have an explanation, and a fairly interesting and weird one - which makes sense, as it's a weird book.

Murderbot

Jun. 28th, 2025 08:14 pm
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Murderbot TV series eps 1-8
I've been intending to watch this for a while, and with RL being rather stressful lately I decided to spend some of the past few days decompressing by inhaling the whole thing. I enjoyed the books a lot, and I also loved this. It gives the sense of having been made with a lot of fun, a lot of love, and also a strong eye for putting in every possible ridiculously tropey situation they can plausibly squeeze in. It sticks to the book in broad outline, but in many ways it feels like a great fanfic version of the book: more subplots have been added, more Situations have been created for our favourite characters to experience and suffer, everything's turned up and embellished a whole lot. I strongly approve of this approach to screen adaptation.

slightly rambling spoilery thoughts )
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----> This icon is an actual picture of me watching Kidnapped live two years ago. Yes, Geneviève, darling, isn't that exactly how it feels <333



I rewatched the finale! Yesterday evening, when I was very tired, and proceeded to be very silly about it for several hours. I could try to say some sensible things about how much I feel for Cheyenne and how great Jack and Nicholas are and I think there might have been something else that happened that I thought was pretty good, but honestly, my main feeling is just: what a beautiful ending, I love it so much.

And I was thinking: why have I got so attached to Geneviève, then? Is it just because she's really cute and Charlotte Gainsbourgh's manner is so endearing? Well, that's part of it, but I think the real appeal of her character is just here: the big dramatic ending she gets isn't about relationship drama or even explicitly about whether her job is safe after all, it's her being just utterly, joyfully happy about the madness and beauty of art. One of the bits of this show that doesn't greatly work for me is the element of embarrassment-based humour, when Geneviève goes to pieces in meetings with Cléa or those interviews where she has to defend Crispin—but I say 'doesn't work', if that's all it was intended to be then it didn't work, but it's not all it is—those scenes just make me like Geneviève more, that she does badly in situations where she's forced to be false. And, you know, she doesn't have Jack's polished suavity, but she is good at her job! She's good enough at the 'corporate caving' bits to manage, and she understands the true bits perfectly. She made this happen (whatever this is).

(I should hope her job is safe, though, now. And perhaps Cléa would be amenable to the suggestion that Cheyenne staying in New York might open up more opportunities for other, newer ballerinas here in Paris...?)

Meanwhile, that silly Tobias/Gabin ficlet is now my second most kudosed fic of all time, which just goes to show what a new, active fandom can do. I'll write another one and see how that does.

Someone else has nominated it for [community profile] raremaleslashex, so I didn't have to; I've used up about half my slots so far on obscure old book fandoms (and NTS Kidnapped). I've paused in the middle of my ballet history book to read the short unfinished novel Nottingham Lace by E. M. Forster, which had the well-timed effect of reminding me that The Longest Journey exists and I love it more than anything, so I made sure to include that too. And that's two ships I'll struggle to say anything coherent about in my sign-up, but I'm sure I'll manage something.
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After many travails and an extra plague year in transit, the latest of the Paleozoic Pals has made landfall from the Carboniferous.





My father adores his Diplocaulus salamandroides. My niece has been sent a picture of hers with its accompanying book, to be held in trust until her next visit. My mother has been presented with its enamel pin form, which is done in bands of lighter and darker purple instead of newt-like red and black. I had forgotten entirely about the stretch bonus of Bandringa rayi, whose spoonbill suggests the Amazon river dolphin of the Pennsylvanian period. I really am invested in the continued existence of the Paleontological Research Institution, which is one of the reasons I have gladly thrown in to its Kickstarters for almost ten years. The present being so very full of horror and stupidity, it is important that it can also produce such snuggable plush of the past.

Murderbot 1x08

Jun. 27th, 2025 10:09 am
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Actually the temperature crashed by a solid thirty degrees Fahrenheit and with any luck will stay this moderately cool and dampish until everyone has rehydrated. Or we could just skip the next heat dome entirely.

I had worked up an entire rant about the scaremongering of this article and especially its anti-intellectual characterization of Zohran Mamdani as automatically out of touch because his father teaches at Columbia and his mother has directed films in Hollywood as if he were a Cabot who talks only to God when both of these professions especially in these days of DEI demonization mean something very different without whiteness and then I discovered that the author's big shtick is that she "came out" as politically conservative while an undergraduate at Harvard, at which point her already tenuous right to slate anyone for attending Bowdoin fared poorly on the pot-to-kettle scale. Anyway, [personal profile] spatch liked Monsoon Wedding (2001).

The Europeans (1979) turns out to have been the first foray of Merchant Ivory into costume drama and its modest budget gives it a slight, wonderful ghost-look of New England, nineteenth-century carriages on twentieth-century streets, the tarmac dirt-roaded over, telephone poles discreetly out of shot, the dry stone walls tumbledown in the picturesque rather than practically maintained day. I got such déjà vu from the Federal style of its historic houses—and the occasionally more modern construction of their neighbors—that I was reassured to see it actually had shot in Waltham, Concord, and Salem which I recognized from the red-bricked back side of the Customs House. Its autumn is the sugar-red drift of maple leaves, the pale punctuation of birches. Its actors have an indie air with their precisely characterful period clothes doing half the worldbuilding. Robin Ellis sports a moss-bronze corduroy coat and a waistcoat in pheasant paisleys I should like to bid for and a creditably mid-Atlantic accent, cast ironically on the colonial side of the plot of two sets of American cousins and their entanglement with a third, European set. I have not read its particular source novel by Henry James, but it has the light, sharp, not overly mannered observations, a sweet-sour bite in the chocolate box. In light of the setting, variations on "Simple Gifts" and "Shall We Gather at the River?" may have been unavoidable contributions to the score.

Because I had showed [personal profile] spatch a clip of a trumpet played into Jell-O, my attempt to explain Chladni figures netted us a 1989 Christmas lecture by Charles Taylor, after which we went through Delia Derbyshire's "Ziwzih Ziwzih OO-OO-OO" (1967), Belbury Poly's "Caermaen" (2004), and finally thanks to what must have been a very confused sidebar landed on Les Luthiers' "Rhapsody in Balls" (2009). Today has been generally breaking-down-tired, but during the part of the evening where I was still working on implementing a bagel for dinner, WERS had the decency to play the Dead Milkmen's "Punk Rock Girl" (1988).

Reading Wednesday

Jun. 25th, 2025 09:38 pm
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[personal profile] troisoiseaux
Read Finding Hester by Erin Edwards, about the making of the musical Operation Mincemeat, the group of fans whose crowdsourced research discovered that the MI5 secretary identified as Hester Leggett in Ben Macintyre's nonfiction account of Operation Mincemeat (and subsequent adaptations, including the musical) was actually named Hester Leggatt, and her life story that they uncovered, as well as biographical details about the other real-life figures featured in the musical. (In one particularly charming note: Ewen Montagu's descendants are fans of the musical, with one of them actually participating in the fan Discord that hosted the #FindingHester research efforts.) This is a love letter to online fandom at its best - finding people to collaborate with on a passion project - and to archival research, and a delightful tribute to one of history's proverbial forgotten well-behaved women. Is it still a spoiler if it's real life? )

Made some progress in Caroline Fraser's Murderland, which continues to be less focused on serial killers of the 1970s Pacific Northwest than I had expected; instead, the most recent chapter I finished touched on Dune (which I've also been neglecting), the Vietnam War, and Fraser's childhood daydreams about killing her abusive father. So, yeah, still pretty grim and intense.

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Jun. 25th, 2025 08:25 pm
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[personal profile] skygiants
I was traveling again for much of last week which meant, again, it was time to work through an emergency paperback to see if it was discardable. And, indeed, it was! And you would think that reading and discarding one bad book on my travels, dayenu, would have been enough -- but then my friend brought me to books4free, where I could not resist the temptation to pick up another emergency gothic. And, lo and behold, this book turned out to be even worse, and was discarded before the trip was out!

The two books were not even much alike, but I'm going to write them up together anyway because a.) I read them in such proximity and b.) though I did not like either of them, neither quite reached the over-the-top delights of joyous badness that would demand a solo post.

The first -- and this one I'd been hanging onto for some years after finding it in a used bookstore in San Francisco -- was Esbae: A Winter's Tale (published 1981), a college-campus urban fantasy in which (as the Wikipedia summary succinctly says) a college student named Chuck summons Asmodeus to help him pass his exams. However, Chuck is an Asshole Popular Boy who Hates Books and is Afraid of the Library, so he enlists a Clumsy, Intellectual, Unconventional Classmate with Unfashionable Long Red Locks named Sophie to help him with his project. Sophie is, of course, the heroine of the book, and Moreover!! she is chosen by the titular Esbae, a shapechanging magical creature who's been kicked out into the human realm to act as a magical servant until and unless he helps with the performance of a Great and Heroic Deed, to be his potentially heroic master.

Unfortunately after this happens Sophie doesn't actually do very much. The rest of the plot involves Chuck incompetently stalking Sophie to attempt to sacrifice her to Asmodeus, which Sophie barely notices because she's busy cheerfully entering into an affair with the history professor who taught them about Asmodeus to begin with.

In fact only thing of note that nerdy, clumsy Sophie really accomplishes during this section is to fly into a rage with Esbae when she finds out that Esbae has been secretly following her to protect her from Chuck and beat her unprotesting magical creature of pure goodness up?? to which is layered on the extra unfortunate layer that Esbae often takes the form of a small brown-skinned child that Sophie saw playing the Heroine's Clever Moorish Servant in an opera one time??? Sophie, who is justifiably horrified with herself about this, talks it over with her history professor and they decide that with great mastery comes great responsibility and that Sophie has to be a Good Master. Obviously this does not mean not having a magical servant who is completely within your power and obeys your every command, but probably does mean not taking advantage of the situation to beat the servant up even if you're really mad. And we all move on! Much to unpack there, none of which ever will be.

Anyway. Occult shenanigans happen at a big campus party, Esbae Accomplishes A Heroic Deed, Sophie and her history professor live happily ever after. It's 1981. This book was nominated for a Locus Award, which certainly does put things in perspective.

The second book, the free bookstore pickup, was Ronald Scott Thorn's The Twin Serpents (1965) which begins with a brilliant plastic surgeon! tragically dead! with a tragically dead wife!! FOLLOWED BY: the discovery of a mysterious stranger on a Greek island who claims to know nothing about the brilliant plastic surgeon ....

stop! rewind! You might be wondering how we got here! Well, the brilliant plastic surgeon (mid-forties) had a Cold and Shallow but Terribly Beautiful twenty-three-year-old aristocratic wife, and she had a twin brother who was not only a corrupt and debauched and spendthrift aristocrat AND not only psychologically twisted as a result of his physical disability (leg problems) BUT of course mildly incestuous with his twin sister as well and PROBABLY the cause of her inexplicable, unnatural distaste for the idea of having children. I trust this gives you a sense of the vibe.

However, honestly the biggest disappointment is that for a book that contains incestuous twins, face-changing surgery [self-performed!!], secret identities, secret abortions, a secret disease of the hands, last-minute live-saving operations and semi-accidental murder, it's ... kind of boring ..... a solid 60% of the book is the brilliant plastic surgeon and his wife having the same unpleasant marital disputes in which the book clearly wants me to be on his side and I am really emphatically absolutely not. spoilers )

Both these books have now been released back into the wild; I hope they find their way to someone who appreciates them. I did also read a couple of good books on my trip but those will, eventually, get their own post.
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[personal profile] sovay
Returned from the optometrist's, I have nocturnal eyes and mirrorshades. When [personal profile] spatch informed me that Zohran Mamdani is Mira Nair's kid, I remarked that it was a little like discovering that Madhur Jaffrey the author of cookbooks and children's books is the actor who introduced Ismail Merchant to James Ivory. I feel I really should have seen this video coming.

Wednesday Reading Meme

Jun. 25th, 2025 06:48 pm
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What I've Just Finished Reading

Wolf Brother and Spirit Walker by Michelle Paver, the first two books of the Chronicles of Ancient Darkness. I never read these when I was the target demographic but it was chosen for our 'reading spine' in Year 5 and oh my god, these books are so good. I've read and enjoyed both Dark Matter and Thin Ice in the past, but it was still a shock how visceral and scary parts of these books got while still being appropriate for my Year 5s. I've actually been reading it to them chapter by chapter for the past few weeks but on Monday I got so excited about a cliffhanger I had to bring it home and finish it that night. And then I found an ebook of the second book and stayed up until 11 reading that as well...

My wife, tangentially, is very excited about this because they are some of her all-time favourite books.

What I'm Reading Now

I've been working through Home by Francis Pryor, which is an interesting look at how family structures may or may not have changed since the early Stone Age period in Britain as evidenced by the archaeological record. I really like the writing style of this but it's quite dense and with current work stress (astronomical for the past few weeks, only just starting to subside again) I've lost momentum quite badly. I'm also technically reading Biggles and the Black Mask but it is similarly slow-going. However, in exciting news I met my class for this September and the first thing one of them asked me is if I have any Biggles in the class library - the answer being, obviously, yes. 

What I'm Going To Read Next

I mean, obviously the next four Chronicles of Ancient Darkness. I am obsessed. 

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[personal profile] sovay
102 °F, said the forecast this afternoon. 106 °F, said the car when I got into it. I have no difficulty believing it felt like 109 °F. The sun clanged. The electric grid of the Boston metro area was not designed to run this many air conditioners at once.

I followed Ally Wilkes from her short fiction into her debut novel All the White Spaces (2022) and I mean it as a recommendation when I say that I came for the queer polar horror and stayed for the bildungsroman. Externally, it follows the disintegration of an ill-fated Antarctic expedition over the austral year of 1920 as it comes under the traditional strains of weather, misfortune, the supernatural, mistrust. Internally, it follows the discovery of its seventeen-year-old trans stowaway that masculinity comes in more flavors than the imperial ideal he has construed from war cemeteries and boy's own magazines, that he can even invent the kind of man he wants to be instead of fitting himself fossil-cast into a lost shape. No one in the novel describes their identity off the cutting edge of the twenty-first century; the narrative resists an obvious romantic pairing in favor of one of the less conventional nonsexual alliances I enjoy so much. I am predictably a partisan of the expedition's chief scientific officer, whose conscientious objection during the still-raw war casts him as a coward on a good day, a fifth columnist on a bad, and makes no effort to make himself liked either way. It has great ice and dark and queerness and since I deal with heat waves arctically, I am pleased to report that it holds up to re-read.

Kevin Adams' A Crossword War (2018) is a folk album about Bletchley Park, a thing I appreciate existing.
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You think I need an enemy, Vaneé? Someone who will actually put up a fight? Someone whose defeat will actually give me something instead of just taking and taking and taking? Someone I might actually remember killing? Then find me one.

Unlike the first few issues, this second arc has taken me some time to fall in love with. Kylo spends most of it behaving in really erratic, nonsensical ways for reasons that present as extremely flimsy - and it turns out, we're supposed to find them flimsy. Kylo's adventures on Naboo end in a blistering callout from Vaneé that cuts to the heart of the true motivations he's concealing from himself. And that's not even the part that hits me hardest. This has ended up being an intensely psychological arc that shouts about an aspect of Kylo's character we've only seen in murmurs on screen.

Spoilers below )

Not to tempt anyone but ...

Jun. 24th, 2025 12:50 pm
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[personal profile] sholio
While we're waiting for h/c-ex to reveal in July, this just showed up on EAD ...

ANNOUNCING TERRIBLE TEMPERATURE TROUBLES FLASH FEST: a multifandom flash fest for all your terrible temperature troubles!

Nomination & Sign-ups: Now-June 30.
Assignments Out: July 2.
Works Due: July 10.
Work Reveals: July 11.
Creator Reveals: July 17.
All times at 11:59 PM Eastern.


https://archiveofourown.org/collections/temptroubles2025/profile
https://archiveofourown.org/tag_sets/23809

Hypothermia ... heatstroke ... etc ...

(And it's one of those 1-fandom minimum request/offer exchanges, I'M JUST POINTING THIS OUT, IN CASE IT IS RELEVANT TO ANYONE.)

I realize this would be a terrible time for me to sign up for anything because I'm leaving tomorrow and I'll be gone until July 4 (Mom stuff again), but there's still almost a week of writing time after that.

(no subject)

Jun. 24th, 2025 12:37 pm
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Lo! The child is dropped off to summer camp (9am-3pm), and Spouse is at work (in-person!!), which means that I am BY MYSELF for the first time in a long time! (I love spouse and child, but also, being with humans and keeping track of humans, much beloved as they are, still saps my introvert energy lol)

I think one of the things that has happened over the past few years is that my ability to deal with other people has decreased (or maybe, it takes more energy to do basic masking? I definitely understand why dad has decided to retreat to China, never to return). It's funny, since I keep trying to come up with gadget- or space-based solutions to this, only to hit the wall of "actually I'm too much of a sensitive hothouse flower for this solution." For example, I'm like "oh! noise-canceling headphones!" but I actually hate things touching my head or being in my ears, so lol that's not gonna work. Or I'm like "I'll create a 'me' corner in the bedroom with a comfy armchair and my stuff", except that it turns out that what I really need is a long stretch of time by myself??? Where I can decide what the next task is???

Another thing, is that I think my number of WIPS and to-do projects have accumulated, to a point where it's gumming up my creative generation energies. So one of the goals of this summer is to finish some out-standing projects!


This week:
- Finish stands
-> oopsie I did one wrong. I think, to fix it, I should:
---- cut out the other 3 "V"s
---- replace the wrong one with a new one (therefore no screw holes!)
---- stain and polyurethane the other 2 "Vs" plus the new one that's attached to the fixed stand
---- I need to do all of this after the current bit of polyurethane dries

Stand 1: ready for wheels and carpeting
Stand 2: needs 3 more flips+coats (as in, 1 side needs 1 more layer and 1 side needs 2 more layers). Stand 3: needs to completely swap a piece in, and then 3 more flips+coats

So maybe the order of affairs should be:
- pause coats rn, then after 3pm I can cut the other 3 "V"s and get the piece swapped in
- resume polyurethane coats tomorrow, should have stands 2 and 3 finished by then

This Afternoon:
- Maybe do some more tie-dye with Miss R?
- do typing and Chinese with Miss R

Tonight:
- prep cyanotyping
- cyanotyping

Projects:
- Serpentine Anthology
- Fix website stuff (update soupycomics, deal with maybe virus problems? figure out proper comic hosting? update SCS website?)
- New court case comic (Ozawa? or something else?)
- July 4th comic? (not certain if want do)
- Finish some fic wips
- collect Tisquantum in 1 book? (eh)

Things to watch:
- West Side Story
- Superman?
- Condor Heroes?

Scattered thoughts on Étoile

Jun. 24th, 2025 04:55 pm
regshoe: Cheyenne from Étoile, making a silly face and holding her hands up above her head in imitation of a dolphin (Dolphin)
[personal profile] regshoe
There is podfic! I highly recommend both this and the original story :D

[Podfic] Folie à deux (29 words) by DevilWithABirdDress
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Étoile (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Tobias Bell & Cheyenne Toussaint
Characters: Cheyenne Toussaint, Tobias Bell, Jack McMillan
Additional Tags: two geniuses equals more ulcers for jack, he doesn't deserve this but it IS funny, if i don't get more cheyenne and tobias interacting in season 2 i am going to be so sad, Podfic, Podfic Length: 10-20 Minutes, Audio Format: MP3, Audio Format: Streaming
Summary:

Who decided that letting Cheyenne and Tobias in the same room was a good idea?

Podfic of Folie à deux by Lirazel.



I'm seven-eighths of the way through rewatching, and I've been thinking about important things like the timeline and how to pronounce people's names:

Various thoughts )

Rhapsody to humid heat

Jun. 24th, 2025 07:22 am
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Waking up this morning was like waking up in the Amazon, and I AM HERE FOR THIS. Out my back window, a northeastern jungle, so many shades of green, dappled sun, morning mist. An aural bouquet of birdsong and small critter sounds. Right now there's a scent of wood smoke.

I love the way the medium of humid air makes you intimate with every other thing. The way everything is right on your skin and in your lungs. The glass of water sweats, you sweat. Time dissolves, sound travels nonlinearly, odors are more vivid. I love the lassitude, the exhaustion.
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[personal profile] sovay
For the hundred and thirteenth birthday of Alan Turing, [personal profile] spatch and I drove to Gloucester to watch the sunset on the water, so, queer joy?





I have worn this T-shirt since his centenary in 2012: it is a word cloud derived from "Computing Machinery and Intelligence" (1950). The tide filled in around the barnacle-colored, seal-colored boulders we had climbed out onto, swirling the olivine shag of the rockweed in the late mirror of the sea. I had not been to Gloucester since before the last glaciation, in a warm autumn that was still cooler than this heat dome settled over Massachusetts like a fitted block of Death Valley. We saw the red-and-white blinks of buoys, the oil-slick necks of cormorants. We checked in on the ghost sign for Moxie at the top of Tablet Rock in Stage Fort Park. From our vantage point of one of the granite horns of Half Moon Beach, we saw three crewed boats practicing for what we realized later would be the races for St. Peter's Fiesta, the blessing of the fleet which had hung the streets with tricolor bunting and Italian flags and set up the Ferris wheel and concessions of a carnival as well as an open-air altar brilliantly painted with a seascape of Ten Pound Light, its foreground wheeling with gulls with their own successful fisher's catch in their beaks. The fisherman in his sunken-green bronze oilskins still holds the wheel against more than four centuries of the remembered drowned. Our designated clam shack had closed an hour before we expected it, so we drove down Route 1 in a sailor's delight of clouds like an electric fire and came to a bewildered halt in a retina-searing splatter of blue lights, because it turned out that half of Revere Beach was closed to traffic thanks to a hit-and-run on a state trooper. We managed nonetheless to salvage roast beef and fried clams from Kelly's at the cost of several miles' walk in the gelatinous night, which compensated at least with the white noise of waves at high tide. The cable-stays of the Christina and John Markey Memorial Pedestrian Bridge were lit up in rainbow neon. I admire Aimee Ogden's "Because I Held His Name Like a Key" (2025) for not being any of the things expected of a Turing fairy story. I look forward to whatever comes of these unshredded papers. We drove home covered in sea-salt and sweat-salt and an unavoidable admixture of strangers' weed smoke and I had a really nice time.

If telepathy is admitted it will be necessary to tighten our test up.
—Alan Turing, "Computing Machinery and Intelligence" (1950)

Dungeon Crawler Carl books 1-3

Jun. 23rd, 2025 08:49 pm
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[personal profile] sholio
Okay, the previous post has the non-spoilery intro to the series, so this is the one with all the spoilers. I finished book 3 this evening (of seven books so far), and I'm still having a terrific time.

Spoilers )

Thank you!!

Jun. 22nd, 2025 11:55 am
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[personal profile] sholio
Thank you so much to everyone who left comments on my solstice/anniversary post. ♥ ♥ ♥ I don't know whether I'll manage to reply to you all individually, but I have been loving reading them!
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I posted a while ago about how I'd been really getting into pottery this year. That remains true, and shows no signs of stopping. It's just so fun! I still take a 3-hour class once a week at a member-owned studio near me; I think wistfully about spending more time on it too, but for various reasons including but not limited to the busyness of my life in general, that dedicated weekly slot is what works right now.

Back in late February, I spotted a flyer that someone had hung up on the studio bulletin board. It was a call for Boston-area artists to submit art inspired by Octavia Butler's Parable of the Sower, as part of an art show and book circle event co-organized by two local stores, The Local Hand and JustBook-ish.

I'd been meaning to read Parable of the Sower for ages, and the idea of doing a pottery piece inspired by a book seemed really fun -- like a Yuletide prompt, but for physical objects. Also, if your piece was accepted, you got a $500 stipend and 75% of the sale price if your piece sold, and let's be real, that was also extremely motivating.

And motivation was useful! Because the deadline was just over a month away. Pottery has a lot of built-in wait time while things dry, get fired, etc, so on a once-a-week schedule that was going to be pretty tight.

So I read the book, and loved it -- I'd been told that it was brilliant, which it is, and that it's brutal, which it is, but all of the (accurate!) discussions of its brutality hadn't conveyed the fierce pragmatism and focus of how Butler writes hope and community, and that's what I loved most -- and by the next week, I had a plan.

About my piece, and the process, and also noodling about pottery and art -- this got very long )

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