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A teen named Ada is having trouble at school. Soon we learn that she has lost her mother, and no family attended the funeral.

In this book, Ada begins to learn about her family, and we have an omniscient narrator that is a fig tree.

The story unfolds to tell us about the Cypriot Wars.

Overall, this book was good, but the omniscience of the fig tree threw me off a little bit. Why are the butterflies reading things and telling the fig tree about what they are reading?

NorCal food prices (more or less)

Sep. 18th, 2026 12:07 pm
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Might as well add this to my scrapbook to look back on later! A selection of prices from Safeway in a small university town in Northern California, from September 17, 2026. Does not include sales*/coupons/membership discounts/etc., just the stated regular shelf price. Assume store brand where no name brand is given.

Put under a cut tag in case this is stressful to anyone )

Rather than buy stuff at "non-sale" prices, I just work around it e.g. I didn't get milk this week because fuck that. So, my grocery spending has stayed the same (~$50/week) BUT I'm definitely eating way more bean/rice combos than I used to (not necessarily a bad thing). I could get/save a bit more by buying in bulk-- but I'm still traveling/housesitting full-time, so I only buy what I can finish before I move on to the next sit.

Other grocery list posts I made (all locked): Oregon, Spring 2025, Southern California, March 2021 (no prices)

Feel free to make your own grocery price list for your location, and I'll link to it here if you want!

Seoul travel diary

Jun. 7th, 2026 01:29 pm
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Finally! Turns out that it was figuring out the time zone issues on my pictures (camera vs phone) and getting my Seoul album uploaded that was gate keeping getting the words describing the trip edited. I still want to add captions to the pictures, but now I have the correct spellings of place names to use, so that should go more quickly. Plus it helped that this was the shorter of the three stops in terms of time and notes so I could just go through all of it in a sitting or two. I might have to do Mongolia in parts...

I'm backdating this to June so that I can find it in my archives later. I've given up on resurrecting silentq.org, letting the domain expire. I'll grab things via the internet wayback machine and put them here as it occurs to me though.

Calgary to Seoul, June 3-4, 2026


Woke up before my alarm at 4:20am, made poached eggs on toast and finished up washing dishes and putting out garbage and was downstairs at 5:30am.
Fans were set up in the hallway and walls were marked for death when I left. Seems like they knocked after I was asleep last night to do some water damage assessment (my living room ceiling was leaking at 4am on June 2, turns out 17 units were damaged due to a three day rain storm).
Charlotte was almost caught by a slow train crossing but made it around. The sun was coming up on a blue sky day.

I hadn't been able to check in for my flights to Seoul, so I was tense as I approached the check in counter. Turns out the problem was that my first flight wasn't associated with my pnr or something, I had to call Expedia and get my ticket number, spending a patient 15 minutes on the phone with the agent. It probably didn't help it was a multi stop trip with two confirmation numbers.
In extremely good news the lovely check in agent was able to move me out of the middle seat. I may have told her I loved her.
Very glad I got there 75 mins before check in closed, now I see why they say 3 hours before your flight is recommended!

They were alternating scanner and metal detector but I got the latter. Hiking boots are annoying airport footwear but they were the biggest option in my packing list and my suitcase was stuffed as it was. I filled up my water bottle is full and the gate area was lively.

It was a smooth quick flight to Vancouver, thankfully. I listened to classical music, read, had creme tea.
It was a bit of a walk to the international gates in YVR, then I mixed up flight 63 and gate 68, but I had time to backtrack and let the walkways move me. I had a second breakfast of vegetarian chili at Salmon and Bannock for a last Canadiana hit, with 3 hours before liftoff.

I found a charging port after a couple false starts, I needed to charge my noise cancelling earbuds (key!) and my phone. I was worried the new apps for SK and China were draining my battery, but the settings said no, it was just my camera and Chrome. Brushed teeth and refilled water and then it was almost time to board. So. Many. People on the long cross Pacific flight to Seoul.

It was about 11 hours, just under, in flight. I had the chicken and rice dinner and watched lots of movies, not really sleeping at all. At one point there was a medical call one row up, I was torn over concern for the person and for the flight having to turn around. :-/ They ended up rallying and were fine, scary to hear the "is there a doctor on board" announcement though. My next meal was a chicken salad sandwich. I made a note where I stopped Dune 2 to nap (my seat reclined just enough to rest my eyes), then started it up again after a breakfast of scrambled eggs, fruit, and a bun.

We landed an hour or so early, lots lots of time to wait for my ride, finding an ATM and Wi-Fi were first up.

Seoul, Fri June 5, 2026


We bumped down a bit hard, had a medium long taxi and people cheered when we reached the gate rather than landing, odd.

Deplaning was pretty easy, though lots of people were looking for dropped things. It wasn't too long of a walk to immigration, glad I did the e-entry online. I didn't need the printout, which was good as it was still sitting in the printer in Calgary. The officer didn't even talk to me beyond guidance for where to stand and look for the picture after I did the index finger prints. I had a bit of a wait for my suitcase, but it came out intact. Breezed through customs with nothing to declare, they didn't even look at me.

Goal: Get $200 cdn -> 200,000 won. I ended up paying a 6000 won fee at the second ATM I tried. I was ready for my 6pm pickup at 4pm, so I hung out near international arrivals and read, and at one point ducked into the restroom to wash my face, trying desperately to stay awake.
My private pick-up driver WhatsApp messaged me early, he was at the airport and willing to come get me. I was in the car by 5:10, after walking across to the pick up spot and looking around for him, but he pulled in unexpectedly.
On the one hour drive into Seoul, there were lots of green hills, wind, and misty bridges over water. There were lots of tiny shops nearby my hotel on the bigger roads though I almost fell asleep in the car despite trying to orient myself.

Then I was dumped into utter confusion as we were off in small alleys and we ended up at the wrong place with no name sign and no wifi for me to scan QR codes. The driver figured out where to go, down more small alleys and then onto a small road blocked by cars. There was a small sign and big light on the building at the end, he went down and confirmed it was iHouse Chin Chin. And then the skies opened up as I dashed up to the door, luckily only getting me a bit wet.

I checked in with my passport (returned), and the clerk thankfully carried my big suitcase up the steep stairs to the triple I booked with two lofted beds. I settled myself into the ground level bed, not a lot of floor space in there but perfect for one person. Especially with the glass bathroom just given a bit of privacy by lots of shower curtains inside. There was free tea and coffee right outside the room and a balcony in the bamboo beside the death stairs.

I ended up having a very early night, heading to bed just before 7pm Seoul time, though it was almost 4am in Calgary. The international date line and time zone changes were hard to navigate on very little sleep.

Seoul, Friday June 5, 2026


Ugh jet lag and insomnia had me up at about 4am again. Read, mapped out stuff in Seoul, and did my morning word games to pass the time.

I swapped out my hiking boots that I'd left on the balcony (slippers provided for guests) for sneakers so they were ready to go, and made more tea. When I went to leave, my room door could be unlocked without a code when I double checked it. Downstairs at the desk I used Google translate to ask about it, the clerk came up and tried to swap to a key but it didn't work. He got other staff member who spoke better English who found the deadbolt key and I made plans to grab it when I returned from my wandering.
The English speaking attendant has a best friend who lived in Calgary and was arrested in China. He told me about activists worrying about the elephant in the Calgary Zoo due to climate differences.

I walked up to the main road and got a T Money pass at the 7-11 and put 5k on it. Nice 2 C U a few doors up had a howling friendly corgi, I got a chicken salad in rice and seaweed wrap for breakfast, harkening back to my Japan trip.

The 272 bus stop was easy to find, it was on a major artery with rush hour going strong at 8:30am. The first bus was stuffed, I waited and the 700 express came that was mostly empty, so I took it instead. There were dedicated bus lanes for a bit then we joined the grid lock for a while.

Gyeongbokgung Palace right after opening was the right idea! There was free entry in a hanbok so there were tonnes of period looks wandering around (including some samurai?). I ended up spending 2 hours there strolling the extensive grounds and peeking into buildings. I didn't see a lot of people with the 3k audio guides, only noticed one, it was a great deal to me, and neat technology with a pen reading numbers on the map to trigger audio files. There was so much detail on all the buildings. Bit sad that not a lot of the time (? typo that I can't decode just yet) built around the fancy buildings were open. The lotus ponds and gardens were my favourites, the fishing pavilion was charming. It was neat that it was the location where the king charged scholars with creating a native Korean writing system. It went from cloudy to sunny, it was getting hot when I finished, going up to 27C. And the crowds had really grown, sticking to the outer edges of the palace paid off for me.

I walked around the corner from the palace to the contemporary art museum, where they had one big exhibition by Damien Hirst. He was obsessed with death and science and religion, right up my alley. I grabbed a sweet potato ciabatta for lunch at the cafe and rested my feet a bit.

The free folk museum entrance was right there so I popped in and really enjoyed the standing exhibits. The guided tours I saw seemed to be at the max size for the tight points. Korea is in fact known as the Land of Various Hats and I got a picture to prove it. :-)
I was close to the Bukchon Hanbok village so meandered that way with the last of my energy. It turned out to be a hilly residential area with visitors only allowed 10am-5pm with lots of signs asking tourists to be respectful. It was pretty crowded and it felt like I could just see older buildings like these generally wandering around.

I was hustling back toward the return bus stop when I realised that I was really close to Old Shin Tea House and a pedestrian street, Insadong, so I determined I'd head there for some fruit tea and a snack. Iced mulberry tea and rice cakes in a cool (temperature wise) chill (music wise) place was perfect to overcome the crowd crankiness that was afflicting me. I looked a bit further up the street, popped into a vintage store and a tea ware shop (how did I forget Korean green ceramics? didn't buy any though as I had the horse trek still to come).
But my feet were tired and it was hot in the sun, so I finally headed back to the bus stop and didn't have to wait more than 2 mins. Thankfully they announced stops in English last so I didn't miss my stop. I had to double check the map (downloaded for when offline paired with GPS let me tell where I was) to find my hotel's alley. The clerk had charged and reset my door handle via USB and that fixed it. I made it back at about 5pm and jumped in the shower.

I took a few minutes to rest but was tired and hungry, so soon put on fresh clothes (seersucker safari shirt breathed a lot better than my event t-shirt) and dodged the rain from the bamboo watering session to continued down the street to the next major intersection. Except the vegan restaurant Plant was in the alley not the main street. GPS got me there, and I noted a few other places to try. Mostly white faces behind the counter. I entered my order on a screen and then grabbed a table until my mango smoothie and green curry were ready. Spicy! Walked back a bit on the rail trail. So tired from being on my feet all day. 7:21pm

Seoul, Saturday June 6, 2026


Ugh, a man and woman were talking loudly at about 2:30am and woke me up. I grabbed my phone and started mapping biking and hiking options for the day. I was really happy with my hotel location wrt bus lines, so many stopped right near me, and I could get to the airport subway easily too. I was a bit upset I'd paid so much for a private airport transfer on the way in, but with how tired I was it was probably worth it for door to door service.
I tried to sleep again at 4, but then a tiny insect would buzz my ear just as I was about to drift off and I couldn't catch it.
I forgot to grab leftovers for breakfast the previous night, either a bakery pastry or a handful of seaweed packets for a biking picnic later (or both).

Cafe Parisienne was nearby and was serious about their breakfast sandwiches, it was three in one with eggs, chicken salad, cheese, tomato. I also grabbed a blueberry muffin for a snack later.
I topped up my T Money card at 711 then had a bit of a wait for the bus. I rode across the river after going through a business district. There were lots of runners and cyclists around, fully covered up against the sun - there was some sort of road race with t-shirts and swag. I sat by the river for a bit and watched a bird fight with a long fish and fight off a heron.

The first bike rental place I found wasn't open yet, so I walked for a bit. I was rental 01 when I found one with a guy unlocking his bikes. It was really reasonable, less than 5k for 90 mins. Rode (and walked and took pictures) for just over an hour along the river. It was warm in the sun, but lovely in the shade. I was given a cruiser bike with a basket, I had to move the seat up quite a bit and the front tire needed air but it worked well enough.
After returning the bike, I found a shaded bench nearby to have my muffin and a family of three immediately grabbed the other end near me.

Next, I managed to navigate the subway (Naver directions are top notch, and I just copied them into my calendar app for offline access) and bus and climbing up to the start of the old city walls walk. I ducked into the landmark of a 7-11 store for a red bean bread, stopping for a bit in a shaded entertainment area at the bottom of the climb to eat and rest before starting.

It climbed and climbed then got steeper and steeper. It started with a paved walkway alongside the restored crenellated walls, then wooden steps, metal stairs, steeper metal stairs, shallow slanted down steps worn into the rock. I took lots of breaks and drank water, and was very glad for my Tilley hat and long light sleeves. So much panting echoed during the climbs, from myself and the others labouring upward. The Tiger shaped rock was a huge rock formation we climbed over and down, looking out from there at the final climb to the peak of Inwangsan. I could look down into the courtyards of the palace once I got high enough, and I could hear the drums from the guard ceremony.
I definitely felt community with the others climbing, and accepted and offered photo taking. There was a running club at the peak when I started down, some impressive thighs on them! I'm glad I powered through to the peak, it definitely felt longer than 2.5 km, that last 0.4 km after Tiger Rock was no joke. It was mostly sunny and quite warm, had some nice breezes though and amazing views over the city, mountains, and bridges. So many skyscrapers!

Going down took almost as long somehow, my legs were shaking and knees were sore so I was stepping carefully. I also wanted to avoid any injuries before heading to Mongolia! I used the blower station to clear my boots and pants, the air felt nice on my feet.

I stopped again at the 7-11 for a Powerade and drank it all in the shaded area beside the trail again. Then I was lured in by a Korean Friend Chicken place on the main drag, doing a point and order for a mixed chicken dish. It was about 3pm then, and I got back on the bus to eat at the hotel. I was getting better at recognizing my bus stop. I ended up doing a limping power walk back to the hotel with the smell of the chicken tormenting me - the clerk helped me wedge it into my backpack, the box was bigger than I expected. Once I opened it up, it became clear: two maybe half chickens in pieces and prepared two ways, a can of Pepsi I gave to another guest, Jan from Czechia, something called "chicken radish" according to google lens, a sauce packet and two pairs of chopsticks. I kept nibbling on the chicken as I talked with Jan on the bamboo pierced balcony. Another guest was trying to check in, no sign of the owner. My brain was slow, no ideas to help occurred to me.
It was nice to sit outside and chat, Jan seemed to need connection as he was struggling with the language barrier here. Mostly travel, he was in NZ and Japan before this, and Canada.

5pm rolled up and I gave up on food for a bit, sticking it in the fridge for midnight snacks, breakfast, and probably lunch. Jan didn't hear the yelling last night, his windows were closed, do will do that tonight. Long hot shower and massaging my feet a bit, super sore after the hard surfaces of the hike.
Took a half dose of Benadryl at 6:30pm in an attempt to get a full night's sleep.

Seoul, Sunday June 7, 2027


The Benadryl helped me sleep through to midnight, then I turned over and it was 3, so I checked in for my flight that very late evening. I needed to see if I could print my boarding pass at the hotel, adding it to GPay didn't work, but I had a PDF copy and a link to it online. Boarding will be just after 1am, I needed to check how late I could keep my luggage at the hotel.
I had a midnight snack of the saucy fried chicken, so good. I planned to bring the dry fried chicken with me for daytime snacking. Rain was in the forecast for the evening right around when I had to head to the airport, and it was chilly with chance of rain in Ulaanbaatar tomorrow. I made a note to make sure that the horse trek tour voucher is with my passport for ease of entry.

I managed to sleep some more until 6am, then had a leisurely morning repacking, though wanting to wear runners today leaves boots a bit at a loss. I ended up tying them to my backpack, then I showered off the packing sweat to get ready for the day. I realised that the market is closed Sundays and the stores I was looking at going to browse in didn't open until noon and 1, so I had my leftover fried chicken and cleaned up for checkout. The owner gave me a food waste bag but then disappeared before I could ask where it went. The bamboo was being aggressively trimmed with huge piles of leaves all over. I hung out in in room until 10:30am then made my way downstairs.
The owner there, I had to bring my suitcase down myself. He said I could leave it until whenever, but I said I'd be back at 8pm.

First I scoped out the walk to the Arex station so I could navigate it without issue in the evening. I grabbed a mango juice along the way, touch screen Korean only was pretty intuitive, at least I got the expected drink!

Lockers were right by the entrance to the underground, 10k per locker, but I was hoping it would be clear when I went to fetch my bags tonight, otherwise I'd need to repack my backpack contents into dry bags. Thee was clear signage to Arex but it might need a different card with deposit? Online it said I could use T money for the all stops train though. I planned to leave lots of time before I needed to get to the airport, just in case.
I stopped in at a Starbucks for tea to use up a few minutes before Gentle Monster opened, it had forum seating that was odd but efficient for the workers grabbing their drinks. Gentle Monster was half art gallery and half eyeglasses store, not much on display that day though.

I had 5900 left on my T Money card after getting transit to my next stop, the Thug store. It was super expensive and men's only (it was a recommendation from my friend who had come with her son). The store next door, Holy Number 7, was having their grand opening with a dj and friendly staff and awesome stuff for all genders. Of course the green elven style woven leather jacket was $4k so I just pet it gingerly and left it alone.

It was raining just a bit but I decided to go up Namsan peak via the cable car.
Used another 1550 to get to Namsan as there was no pedestrian access through the surprise tunnel through the mountain when I tried walking to the cable car station.

I got on the second car up and down, and was kind of put out that I had to climb more stairs after riding the cable car up (15k return totally worth it though).
This was a totally different experience from the day before since it was so much more accessible. It was much more crowded, with a martial arts demo then a drumming performance at the base of the tower. Kids were playing with toys, a song release party was happening on a patio with clear fans given away. The locks of love were *everywhere*! With key drops too. They sold red and pink and white and baby blue locks up there, so it was a very harmonious display. I could clearly see the palace and Ingwangsan where I'd been already. I stopped in at a Starbucks for green tea and Wi-Fi to plan my return trip, but couldn't resist a stop at Olive Young first. I ended up with 13,000 worth of face masks, I grabbed lots at half price despite the young clerks trying to steer me to the more expensive ones.
I felt like a pro navigating the subway transfers on the way to the hotel. The subway cars were very wide, and generally the ride was pretty smooth.

I went back to Plant as a known good eatery and got the aloo Gobi bowl and a mango smoothie, starving after only my fried chicken and two Nori packets for food as I wandered around. I ate on the patio, the sun was out! Ticket 72 and phone at 72% amused me. :-)

I walked over to the 7-11 again and added 5000 to my T Money card for the trip to the airport. Then it was back to iHouse Chinchin to grab my suitcase and backpack, and swapped to hiking boots so the shoes could get packed away. The owner asked if I was vegetarian, I wasn't sure how to answer, but in any case I was full when he offered me dinner with him and his wife, so sweet though! I had an easy bus ride, keeping my suitcase from rolling away, to get to the Arex station (didn't feel like hauling it through the streets). But then I lost control of it on the first escalator down to the Arex. I put it in front of me on the escalator, so it went down first and I couldn't hold it. It ended up tumbling end over end and crashing into a young woman's back though I tried to warn them. She said she was okay, but she's probably going to be very bruised. I felt horrible and kept asking if she was okay. :-(

I took the elevator after the next escalator where I went first. Scanning the T Money pass worked to let me in and I had a short 2 min wait for the all stops train. The built in luggage rack was full so I stood guarding mine tucked in front. I was able to snag a seat about halfway to the airport.

I found a luggage scale to repack a bit, and put my runners and the face masks into my suitcase. It went up from 22 kg to 22.9kg, just under the max. I sat for a bit as the Mongolian Airlines check in line wasn't moving despite all the clerks. It went quickly once it started, there were lots of family groups. I didn't need to do anything other than hand over my passport. Security was pretty quick and leaving the country was just a scan and fingerprint. I realised I had 50k won cash left over, oops. Got an extra large Jamba Juice mango smoothie, my third mango drink of the day oh noes. I was early enough to make the flight before mine at 12:05am, oops. I set myself up at a charging port at a gate with a flight after 3am so I could have some quiet space. I did a quick wash of face and teeth and changed my shirt so I could feel like I was going to bed. Unfortunately the one people mover near the gate had the loudest repeating English safety announcement so it wasn't that restful there.

Stay tuned for my night flight to Mongolia in the next installment!

signal boosting for a friend

Sep. 18th, 2026 10:57 am
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The ever-brilliant, effortlessly poetic [personal profile] sovay is battling with the merciless boa constrictor that is the USian insurance system, and has come up against an impenetrable coil, beyond which lie vitally necessary meds needed to kick a major infection. Linking to her post, which in turn has a link to a donation page. Can we get the remaining two sevenths of this prescription covered, folks? Poke a cruel system in the eye. It deserves to be defeated. She does not.

https://sovay.dreamwidth.org/1695511.html

podcast friday

Sep. 18th, 2026 07:03 am
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 Of course it's Wizards & Spaceships, "Are We Having Fun Yet? ft. Peter Watts." I have adored Peter's writing (both fiction and non-fiction) for about as long as I've been keeping this journal; Blindsight is by far my favourite hard SF, and probably my favourite overall SF book ever. His work is so good because he's ten steps ahead of everyone else in terms of thought experiments and unforeseen consequences. Also he's funny as fuck.

The sound quality of this is not great due to it being a live, and inebriated, recording, still, I implore you to give it a listen. Come for the doomsday discussion, stay for the terrible puns.

The Four Seasons

Sep. 17th, 2026 12:15 pm
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Yesterday, the final Hoso tapestry byKyoto Rakushian was delivered from Japan. I gathered all four tapestries for a group photo.

My Four Kyoto Rakushian Hoso Tapestries
My Four Kyoto Rakushian Hoso Tapestries
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter

Winter is strikingly different from the other seasons, but I do like the dramatic artwork. I had wanted a snow scene, but I wasn’t satisfied with the offerings. However, I’ll keep an eye out for a winter/snow tapestry in the future. For now, the series is perfectly fine.

It Came! It Came!!

Sep. 17th, 2026 08:19 am
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 GUESS WHAT. GUESS WHAT!

I am writing to you on my new (used) computer!  I have named her after my Signal handle during Metro Surge and I love her! I will hug her and squeeze her and call her mine!

Do other people do this? Shawn and I have a long history of (re)naming our computers whenever we have the opportunity. I've had computers named after fictional characters, computers named for how slow their processing power was (Pooh, the computer of Very Little Brain,) and now one to remind me that revolution is possible. 

Also, the very next thing I did was put some stickers on her. I feel like I don't really HAVE a computer these days unless there's some sticker on it that I picked up at a con or at a coffee shop. Shawn noticed that I managed to put my Friends of the Library sticker on just slightly crooked. Exactly enough degrees off that it will drive her crazy to look at it. Oops. Go me! I mean, of course I did. I have been always been haunted by being unable to color within the lines, in a multitude of definitions of such.

Anyway, I just wanted to share the good news. 


(morning writing)

Sep. 17th, 2026 06:49 am
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Monday: lots of good insight about how much -- as some of you have pointed out -- i expect of myself, the frustration that i don't meet them, where i have embedded some unrecognized assumptions and expectations, feat about being more accepting of just who i am. Talked to my sister L in the evening. She's dealing with an empty nest (happily) and -- after a few weeks ago having a recurrence of Bad Things, a big motion is now scheduled to address root causes. I will believe the motion when the scheduled  things come to pass, but i am happy for her.

Tuesday: worked late, but there was enough time for a little mowing. Whole mowing a really horrible pain on the inside of my right ankle. Probably a yellow jacket. Fortunately the only response is just the freeking stinging shooting pain. It is now 24 hours and it just feels like a burn now. (Thursday morning: it's gone!!! Yay!) Much better.  So i needed to fast after dinner because ...

Wednesday: leaving house before 7 am for a 7:40 blood draw for the "wellness" benefit of $500 off my insurance premiums. (Still in pain at this point.) Still fasting. Need to avoid the analgesic until food is in stomach. Arrive. Check in. Wrong date. It's next month. Fortunately the other person checking in also has the wrong date so i can't feel like i am the only person ever to do that. Driving home i misread the temp gauge as a half empty fuel, and stop to get discounted gas since our grocery fuel discount isn't easily accessed. I don't realize just how complicated the interchange is for getting to and from the south side of the reduced access road when headed west. "Turn right to go left" (aka  Michigan Lefts or Restricted Crossing U-Turns or R-cuts)is a thing NC DOT is implementing. While i suspect NC drivers will do better with it than with roundabouts at speed, encountering them at morning rush hour was no fun. At least this interchange had traffic lights everywhere.

Workday intense with online conference that was highly relevant. Worked late, then to grocery, then home where we should have left outside lights on. ANOTHER appointment needs a change.

This morning i released Marlowe into the world under stars, and catch a satellite flash while gazing up.

I offer my own variation of the serenity prayer, that i know what is right for me to ask of myself, and where i should let go of expecting executive function to reign, with faith that i can get what is important done.

Someone else was talking about their sense of the seasons. For me, 1 Aug, halfway between solstice and equinox, is when i begin noticing then change int the light -- the shortening begins picking up speed and the plants begin to respond. With the equinox so close, the rate of change is faster and faster, peaking at the equinox. I am trying to accept the green and yellows of the early autumn: the Maxmillian sunflowers, cutleaf coneflower, crownbeard, and goldenrod blooming, the dappling of yellow leaves on the tulip poplars, and the sweetgums turning yellow here and there as their wild genes choose (nothing like the glorious color of selected liquidambars of suburban west coast). Driving across the river i could see the American plane trees have changed to olive green. A flash of red here and there: an early maple, a sumac. Our drought stressed buckeye has had orange leaves for a while. I count on the purple of the New York ironweed and the addition this year of aggressive blue mist flower to give me a break when the yellow is too much.

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I figure, between the cooks, the gardeners, the proponents of exactly these sorts of skills, and the overlap between all three of those categories, someone on my friendslist will probably have a suggestion here.

Does anyone know a method for crushing spices when you haven't got a pestle? There are late-season pickling cucumbers around locally, I want to make my own pickling spice mix, and I have all the needed ingredients. Thank you, Penzey's. :) Mixing the spices together is not a problem, I just worry the whole lot will end up settling to the bottoms of the jars and do nothing for the actual pickles if I don't at least make the attempt to crush the spices a little finer before I stir them in.

Having learned my lesson, I'm skipping or, at least, drastically reducing the amount of hot red pepper in this batch. I rather overdid it on my last attempt and... paid for it. Dearly, details not disclosed. :/

Edited to add: Thanks, folks! I'll give my little coffee grinder a try.

dentist

Sep. 16th, 2026 05:49 pm
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I went to the dentist this afternoon and had the new crown fitted. There were some uncomfortable bits, because I needed to open very wide so they could reach the tooth in question, but they were fortunately brief.

On my way out, after paying for this visit, I made an appointment for a deep cleaning, in early November. I am feeling very grown up and responsible, because I made the appointment on my own initiative, rather than waiting to hear from the dental office about it.

I stopped off on the way home for a dish of the soft-serve saffron rose ice cream, and bought a pint of the same flavor to bring home. I know from the farmers market that the ice cream is better fresh from the soft-serve machine, but I like the flavor, and I will be too numb after the deep to eat ice cream.

It is Wednesday, so I Shall Post...

Sep. 16th, 2026 09:57 am
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What can I tell you about my life? I worked last night and, as usual, it was FINE. I spent much of the night on the floor in the children's nonfiction area because it's well-used and so that means nothing is in the proper order. I'd complain, except I'm honestly very happy to know that kids are reading about dinosaurs and sharks and space and how weather works and biographies of Martin Luther King, Jr.

I brought home some books on Tuesday that I haven't gotten around to opening up yet. One of them is a new novella from T. Kingfisher called Nine Goblins. I did actually crack that one open right away, but I'm not sure about it because it seems to be very goblin-y and I'm not sure I'm up for the kind of gross antics goblins get up to. There has already been a discussion of an eyeball in gruel and... I just dunno if I want even a short novella full of that, you know? I will give it another chapter or two, however, since this is T. Kingfisher and normally I'd be happy with her grocery list. The other one that I snagged was also on the New SF kiosk and also a novella. This one is by S. L. Huang and is called The Language of Liars. I know nothing about this novella, but novellas are often good bets for me because they are short. And, I never mind it when I bounce out of librrary books because, well, they're library books!

I had accidentally left my library card on the workstation table and one of the librarians rescued it for me. I would have been heartbroken to lose it, as it is the coveted laser loon Saint Paul card. I couldn't replace it (or at least not get the same art ever again). This prompted a whole discussion about libraries that do fancy cards and those that don't. A lot of suburban libraries don't. Ramsey never did, nor does Anoka. I kind of like getting to choose from various pictures, sort of like how I like having a bank card that isn't plain. It's not for everyone, but it works for me.

Oh, also, we have a new front display as you walk into the library featuring Minnesota authors. I know most of the SFF ones and so have been pulling those out to place in promenent positions, but if y'all are aware of mystery and romance folks, let me know. I know SOME romance writers like Katherine Eagle and Michelle Hauf because I was in RWA with them back in the day, but feel free to drop your favorites into the comments. I could use help remembering everyone.I'm proud to say, Minnesota really does represent when it comes to writers!

So, that's work.

What else? I've been going to the Roseville farmer's market on Tuesday mornings because this is the time of great bounty. I picked up a bunch of things yesterday including some fresh dill. I didn't get any apples because I got some on Friday at the farmer's market that's just off Summit Avenue. Those have been delightful to have. I tried making an apple bread pudding, but I wasn't especially pleased with it. Baking apples in anything other than a pie always changes something about their essential appleness that I find 'meh' unless done right. And the bread pudding was decidedly meh. Still. It might not have been the recipie's fault. I didn't have quite as much leftover bread as they wanted so I had to fudge and guess on the amounts of the other ingredients. I presumed I had about half, but I might have had less than that.

Ah well.

We still have a bunch of apples left and an entire cookbook called The Delights of Apple Cookery (by Lila Perl) sitting right next to me on the dining room table.

I'm still stuck at the dining room table because I'm still borrowing Shawn's computer. The Reuse Center had initially promised a delivery by Satruday, but, in the way of such things, that got downgraded to... supposedly (we'll see)... today. Of course, it will probably arrive when I am out to lunch with [personal profile] tallgeese . He and I are going to try to spend some time finalizing the ConFABulous programming grid. Wish us luck. We don't have a lot of panelists to pull from this year for whatever reason, so it's going to be an interesting game of "oops, they're running a game at that same time!" I suspect this year will be a one-track panel program. Normally, that's something I dislike, as a restless sort, but we just do not have enough volunteers for anything else. It's going to be an interesting year. Hardly anyone is signed up, period. I'm not sure what's going on with that, but I mean... there are so many conventions in this town already, it's possible that folks are just feeling the squeeze of the economy and an overabundance of choices. That being said, if you have ANY INTEREST in hanging out with me for a weekend gaming and talking SFF, please consider signing up! https://confabulous.org/ !!  I'd love to see you there!

On my way to lunch, I'm going to swing by the hardware shop because I just got the call that our lamp was repaired and is waiting for pick-up. This is an odd little lamp that Shawn and I bought at a church basement rummage sale years ago. It's psuedo-Chinese? and kind of badly done, at that--like whoever hand-painted it did not have the steadiest hand or a lot of color options. So, there are things that are probably supposed to be butterflies that have been painted the same color as the flowers and the peacock is barely recognizable because the paint job is so bad. Still, we love it? I'm sure everyone has something like this, right? It's weird and kind of ugly, but you love it anyway?That's our lamp. So, I'm excited to have it back. It's been getting dark enough in the evenings that I'm starting to notice that I don't have enough light to read by during dinner. 

I think that's probably all the news that's fit to print. How are you? Are you reading anything fun or provocative or even 'meh'?  I'm still listening my way through Lightspeed Magazine's podcast. There were a couple I enjoyed, including "Us, In Another Universe" by A. C. Wise (https://www.lightspeedmagazine.com/fiction/us-in-another-universe/) which is story that's kind of about fanfic without being about fanfic. This story also weirdly inspired a whole series of micro-dreams in which I thought up other scenarios for this couple. 

Reading Wednesday

Sep. 16th, 2026 06:55 am
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Just finished: The Hunger of Those Who Built It by Wendy Waring. I don't have a lot to add from last week. This was really good, and did something with eco-fiction that I hadn't seen before (examining the way in which green technologies can be manipulated to eco-fascist ends. You folks should check this out when it's released.

Currently reading: Old Boys: The Powerful Legacy of Upper Canada College by James Fitzgerald. Research for a hopefully fun project to be announced soon. UCC is the poshest of all Canadian private schools, a boarding school on the British model, established in the late 1800s to create a Canadian aristocracy. This is an oral history beginning with the class of 1922 and going into the 90s.

Most of the interviewees brag about their time there and are proud of their military discipline, sports prowess, and connections, but there are a surprising number of critical interviews who speak quite frankly about the rampant physical, sexual, and emotional abuse at the school, as well as the imperialist, misogynistic undertones. And, tbh, in most cases the lack of an actual education, as the purpose of the school was to turn the kids into aristocrats and build social connections, not to teach them to think for themselves.

It's, uh, pretty bleak stuff. It heartens me that a few of them did rebel and go on to do cool things, which suggests that even in the worst circumstances, people will still want to think for themselves.

four things make a post

Sep. 15th, 2026 08:25 pm
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  • The clinic called, and I made appointments for the balance PT (plural, because they wanted to set up the initial/evaluation appointment and the first two follow-ups at the same time.
  • We had a pleasant Rosh Hashanah lunch last weekend with Adrian's friend R from the havurah and their partners. A couple of hours of food and conversation before R said they needed a nap. We stopped in briefly at the fundraiser for Allston-Brighton for Palestine that R's partner Peter was helping run next door, and Cattitude bought a small tripod for indoor photography.
  • I'm definitely having better and worse days in terms of joint pain and other aches, and taking more naproxen than I'd like, but I've walked at least a mile on four of the last seven days.
  • I made a rice pilaf with leftover chicken tonight, which we all enjoyed. I used the (relatively) new four-quart pot with the glass lid, and it worked OK, but not as well as the enamel Dutch oven, so I will probably go back to that next time.
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Last week was a gauntlet. I worked overtime at my day job, spent every evening after work hauling dirt, and squeezed everything from grocery runs to haircuts in the spaces in between. Then Saturday morning I threw a change of clothes into a bag and drove to the bustling town of Fenwick and watched Second Nephew get married in a meadow. Yesterday I drove a car full of extremely hung-over millennials back to the city. I picked up a calzone on my way home from dropping off my girlfriend's car and ate dinner on the couch with a cat in my lap.

Decided on a shower before bed. Discovered Lord Brock had pooped in my shower at some point during the weekend.

This week I am on vacation from the day job. Brock has a vet check-up and I'm chaperoning dad while his wife has cataract surgery. The rest of my week is going to be more dirt-hauling, so hopefully I can make a dent in this bloody endless task. (I am not optimistic enough to think I can actually finish it, but I am definitely going to give it the old college try.)

***

(Momentary pause in typing when I discover that Lord Brock threw up under my desk - in the exact spot where my feet rest. Repairs have been made.)

***

Saturday night we stayed at a motel near to the orchard where the wedding was being held. It was probably built in the 50s, we rolled into the parking lot and The Offspring said, "Wow, I feel like I've just entered Twin Peaks." It was spotlessly clean, incredibly cheap, and quirky as hell. The owner (or manager maybe, but she gave owner vibes) was incredibly nice and the check-in process was hilarious. "You are in room 12, when you enter there is a light switch by the door, you need to turn that on to get the TV to work. Now you are in room 11, there is a light switch by the door, don't touch that, you have to turn on the lamp at the desk instead." First Nephew reported that there were similar detailed instructions to get hot water in their shower.

Proximity was the main reason I picked this place - it was a 4 minute drive and according to the map a 40-minute walk. That never got confirmed because I made the mistake of telling people I was going to walk back and they lost their minds. I'm convinced they would have tackled me to prevent it.

I was drunk, but it was the level of drunk where a walk sobers me up, not the level of of drunk where a nap by the side of the road seems like a good idea. I had good shoes, a flashlight, and I knew where I was going. Chainsaw-wielding murder cults are highly unlikely outside of the movies, I come from a city where the cars are actively trying to kill you, and the most dangerous animal I'm likely to run into is a skunk.

Nope. Second Nephew made me up a bed on the couch and I guess I'm a worse liar than I thought, because he looked me in the eyes and said, "You're going to leave as soon as I go to bed, aren't you?" and I had to confess. He actually managed to find an Uber driver at something like 4 in the morning through outright bribery - I'm half convinced the guy got out of bed to come get me.

He's never going to let me live it down, either. He mentioned it four times when we went back to say goodbye the next day.

I have learned two things from this experience:
  • Don't tell people shit
  • I really gotta work on my poker face

    ***

    The wedding itself was great fun. Second Nephew and Wife have an incredibly diverse friend group. Old punks on mushrooms, people they know from sailing, a guy who looks & sounds exactly like a young John Hamm. Many adorable children dressed up for the occasion and some very friendly drool-y dogs. The officiant was a dead ringer for Stanley Tucci. There were chairs for people who needed them and the rest of us sat on blankets spread out of the grass. The bride wore leopard-print.

    So. Much. Food.

    The woman who rents the apartment in Sister's house is a PSW and a nursing student so Sister hired her for the day to drive Dad and Wife and to take care of him so Wife could socialize. Dad Wife has anxiety, and I ended up having to mute her texts just so I could drive without interruption. Everything was fine - they set up a chair for him on the deck of the house so he wouldn't have to navigate the grass and he sat up above us all and waved like the Queen. The PSW was delightful and kind and took them home after dinner.

    I still think the City Hall wedding I went to earlier this year was the most tearful & sweetest one, but this one definitely wins on the quirky and fun and sitting-around-a-big-fire talking-about-bands afterwards scale.

    ***

    Offspring arrived while I was typing this, so we spent the day hauling more dirt. Every surface in my house is once again covered in grit. Such is life.

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    ‘“You,” mumbles Mickle, “are so insistent on this point about the time being dark that one could suppose you to be enchanted with darkness.”’
    — Jane Gaskell, A Sweet, Sweet Summer

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    LA Worldcon and Dragon Con - thoughts

    Sep. 13th, 2026 09:28 pm
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     So virtual Worldcon and in person Dragon Con in one week was a LOT! Much admiration for the various pros who did both in person. I absolutely could not have done it. 

    My two panels at virtual LA Con went pretty well. One of the panelists decided that the anthology editing panel wasn't for her and, as I suspected, Asimov's editor Sheila Williams' daughter Irene was there to assist her mother in participating (more on Sheila's Go Fund Me for her care after her aneurysm and stroke here) so it was less huge than it appeared initially and Irene did a great job keeping her mom on track and participating. I hope the other panels she was on went well too. My other panel went well and I enjoyed the panels I attended, I need to try and watch at few more of the other streamed ones. And, oh hey, I made the Hugo Awards Long List for Best Long Form Editor! Squee!

    My friend Jody and I took off for Atlanta on the Wednesday before Labor Day. No issues coming in and we were able to take the subway (MARTA) direct from the airport to the general vicinity of our hotel. After some wandering in the heat (which was dire), we eventually got to our hotel (about 20 minutes on the train from the main Dragon Con sites) only to discover that their system was down. We grabbed comfy chairs in the lobby and ate the goodies they bribed us with until we could check in. The hotel turned out to be conveniently located for less expensive breakfasts and a nearby supermarket so we stocked up on snacks and water and fruit.

    Thursday we headed down to the main hotels and I went off to go pick up my registration stuff from the fancy VIP area and Jody went to go get hers at main reg. This turned out to be quite the Thing. I got my stuff within 30 minutes and had time to hydrate. Jody was stuck in line (outside in the sun and the sweltering heat), but declined my offer of company or respite, so I went to go check out the first of the hotels where I had panels. Then the second hotel where I had panels. Finally, after 2.5 hours, Jody was able to get her reg stuff and meet me. Throughout the weekend, we heard about people who had fainted in line, waited 3+ hours for preregistered badges, got sent back to the regular line if they had a disability sticker but no wheelchair or scooter, etc. It was not a great start to the con and I hope that Dragon Con sorts this out for next year.

    At any rate, we grabbed lunch and went to a panel and wandered around some more. The cosplays were pretty stunning - if you do cosplay, this is definitely a con for you. The crowds were quite large and the lines for many things, quite long. The Vendor hall had a 2 plus hour wait every time I tried to go and I never got to see it. We did make it to the Art Show however and that was quite good. We eventually grabbed dinner and went back to our hotel. Friday began with a delightful breakfast with author Darrell Grizzle, his husband and some of their friends. We roamed a round for a bit, separately and together and then I went off to my 4PM panel, which went well. Then I had to race like the wind through ridiculous crowds to a different hotel for my 5:30 panel. It worked out, but I was almost late.

    Saturday, we went to the parade and actually got a spot to sit in the shade, thanks to a tip from one of Darrell's friends. The parade was a lot of fun and the costumes were great - we loved the marching band wearing the colors and pattern of the old hotel carpet in one of the main hotels. We split up after this, me to meet my friend Sara Amis and her husband George for lunch. George meant to go do something else, but he and I got into a lively discussion of Minneapolis politics (he's a journalist) and we all ended up hanging out. 

    Then I had to head to my 1PM panel, which went well. It was a panel on editing and I brought up She Who Will Not Be Named as an example of writers who let the middle of their stories sag and clearly needed editorial help. Got wild cheers and applause at that. After that, I found a reasonably quiet chair and a cup of hot tea and vegged out for a bit. Then I met up with Jody again and we walked walked a few blocks down to a lovely historical hotel and had a delightful dinner in the restaurant before my 10PM panel on Women as Werewolves. This was glorious fun and one of the attendees showed up cosplaying a female werewolf (in the company of her girlfriend, Mothman) and it was a delight. Lots of fun to be had, though I was sorry we had to leave in a hurry because our Lyft was coming. If you were the person who wanted me to signed her sweatshirt, a. apologies and b. let me know if you would like a signed bookplate.

    Sunday, we tried to be tourists, after a failed attempt to get to the art museum a few days before. This time, I figured out the hotel shuttles and we took one over to the Aquarium. It is a a great aquarium, but packed on a holiday weekend and we were both pretty exhausted when we got out. So we got on the shuttle back...and then spent over 45 minutes trying to get to the hotel across the street through the skyway. Only to discover that after we survived that and made our way downstairs that we were in the wrong tower for the panels we wanted to attend. Sigh. So we hit the art show again, then wandered out to grab dinner in the food court, then back to hotel. By then we were so wiped out, we laid around watching the Hallmark Channel for a while before going to bed. The trip home was incident free and our friend Tony was kind enough to pick us up from the airport and drive us back to our respective homes.

    Things that went well:
    • The costumes and cosplay!
    • The panels that I was on and that we made it to
    • People were quite friendly.
    • I love how into it Atalanta gets. We even got badge ribbons for riding on MARTA and the hotel carpet jokes were pretty brilliant.
    • The Art Show.
    Things that could have gone better:
    • Crowd management, particularly with regard to registration. I'm told the Vendor Hall line went through a parking garage so there was shade, at least.
    • So much walking! Both of us were wiped and had very sore feet and backs by the end of the trip.
    • Connecting with people that I knew and hoped to see down there.
    Would I go back? I dunno. It's kind of a "bring a gang of friends" sort of event. Or possibly, a rent a palanquin and get carried everywhere sort of event. I think my assessment that I absolutely could not have handled this at all in a couple of years was accurate. Thank goodness for my walking stick, Jody and the kindness of strangers!

    Now that I'm back, I'm diving into grant review season and trying to finish my novel. We'll see how this goes. Fingers crossed!

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