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flemmings ([personal profile] flemmings) wrote2025-12-18 09:21 pm
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Mostly about food

A brief but welcome warm-up saw me in shoes, going out to Sushi on Bloor. Should have gone a half hour later, closer to 3, when half the lunching parties departed. But I did get a table, even if it was next to eight people having, I assume, their Christmas office party. I had the tempura lunch rather than the fish I'd vaguely intended, because the very busy waiter came for my order almost immediately and I didn't want to send him away,  in case he never came back. The vegetable part of the 'shrimp and vegetable tempura' was all sweet potato, and came with rice as well, and there was no way I could eat all that, so I have leftovers for tomorrow.

Speaking of sweet potato, Loblaws finally got Canadian yams in, but only in bags of five each. I like sweet potato more than it likes me, and five is three too many. The loose ones are from the U.S. still, and I'm still boycotting American produce. Oh well. Won't hurt to do without.

And speaking of rice, the shawarma last week came with long grain rice and it was delicious. My rice of choice is basmati but I bought a small sack of long grain to see how it tasted with my usual recipes (lima beans & rice, omuraisu, etc.) It tastes exactly like Uncle Ben's. I suppose I could do a beef fried rice with it as in the olden days, but that was a definite disappointment.
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mecurtin ([personal profile] mecurtin) wrote in [community profile] fandom_checkin2025-12-18 08:22 pm
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Daily Check-In

This is your check-in post for today. The poll will be open from midnight Universal or Zulu Time (8pm Eastern Time) on Thursday, December 18, to midnight on Friday, December 19 (8pm Eastern Time).

Poll #33972 Daily check-in poll
Open to: Access List, detailed results viewable to: Access List, participants: 19

How are you doing?

I am OK
13 (68.4%)

I am not OK, but don't need help right now
6 (31.6%)

I could use some help
0 (0.0%)

How many other humans live with you?

I am living single
7 (36.8%)

One other person
7 (36.8%)

More than one other person
5 (26.3%)



Please, talk about how things are going for you in the comments, ask for advice or help if you need it, or just discuss whatever you feel like.
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Redbird ([personal profile] redbird) wrote2025-12-18 06:20 pm
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chocolate

No, I did not spend all the money in my wallet on chocolate*, but I treated us to a box of chocolates from Serenade, the chocolatier in Brookline with a wide selection of vegan chocolates.

I took the bus to Brookline Village, walked a little extra because I was wrong about which bus stop to use, walked into the shop, and asked for a one-pound box.

I bought two vegan caramels, which Adrian had asked for; I'd have gotten more, but I wasn't sure what she or Cattitude think of sea salt caramel. Just for myself, I got six dairy truffles, three lemon and three lime. The rest was a few (vegan) chocolate creams, and a lot of chocolate-dipped fruit and nuts, including several of their excellent chocolate covered plums, a candy I haven't seen anywhere else.

I came home via Trader Joe's, where I bought fruit, a bell pepper, hummus, pre-cooked chicken sausages, a carton of chocolate ice cream, and a box of frozen vanilla and chocolate macarons.

Even counting the chocolate part of the groceries, I would have had money left from the $79 that happens to be how much cash is in my wallet right now. That's a pretty arbitrary metric, since I don't always have the same amount of cash (I do make a point of having some, because cash still comes in handy sometimes).

*see yesterday's post
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rebeccmeister ([personal profile] rebeccmeister) wrote2025-12-18 01:46 pm
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Well, that's at least a small victory [status, cars]

The last time I drove the car was the Saturday after Thanksgiving, when I went over to a friend's house at night in a neighborhood where it would have been impractical to bike (too far, too cold, too dark, no/unknown infrastructure). When I started up the car to drive home, the tire pressure light came on, accompanied by an alarming beeping sound. After getting out to look at all four tires, none of which were making any alarming hissing noises*, I slowly and carefully drove home.

I had so much going on, I didn't have the bandwidth to deal with figuring it out until this morning. Would I wind up needing to drive to a random gas station to put in more air?

Internet videos suggested that it would take a LOT of pumping with a bike tire to add more pressure. But, that's what we've got, so I figured I might as well give it a try. (also yes, double-checked with a car tire pressure gauge since those are more accurate for the relevant range)

And, yep, all four tires were unsurprisingly low.

But surprisingly enough, it didn't take very much pumping to fill them to the correct pressure, I think because they're actually fairly small!

So, minor vehicle achievement unlocked. The light turned back off again after 60 seconds of driving, and the frogs that just arrived on campus yesterday now have fresh, tasty crickets to nosh on (wanted to drive to the pet store to minimize cold shock for the crickets).

Now I just need to get the oil changed, get an updated inspection, and deal with the panel rust.

So you see, car ownership is such a convenient bargain, isn't it?




*We had a rental car tire develop a puncture when driving around Kauai two years ago, and were just relieved we made it all the way back to the rental place before the situation got dire!
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calimac ([personal profile] calimac) wrote2025-12-18 10:52 am

play reading

My online play-reading group has been exploring, among other things, 19th century English comedy. We've done most of Oscar Wilde's drawing-room comedies (I know, technically Wilde was Irish, but he worked in England) and wondered what else there was. We tried a play by Arthur Wing Pinero, since I knew he was popular at the time, and though the text was genteely anti-semitic (the moral lesson seemed to be that pushy Cockney Jews shouldn't try to socialize with titled gentry; they wouldn't enjoy themselves), but we did enjoy reading the play - it was called The Cabinet Minister - and will probably return to Pinero eventually.

But for our next venture in this area, I suggested that we try a play that I knew was a big hit comedy in its day, the laugh riot of the 1860s, but whose reputation has been besmirched by a tragic event that occurred during a performance. I refer, of course, to Our American Cousin by Tom Taylor, and if you want to read it, it's here.

It turned out to be fairly funny, itself, and again worth reading. As with the Pinero, it's about titled gentry facing money problems - this time they're being cheated by a crooked agent - who are also being faced by a visit by an American cousin who has become the heir to another relative's fortune.

The cousin is from Vermont, specifically Brattleboro, which is at the old, longer-settled end of Vermont, but he sounds and acts more like a Kentucky hillbilly. Before he arrives, another relative who'd gone out to see him writes that he's been out shooting with a party of the Crow people. In Vermont? The Crows live around Montana. Maybe they too were visiting for some unspecified reason, but evidently for Taylor, America is some kind of black box out of which anything can come.

Our member who read the part of Asa, the cousin, had a great time with it. My principal role was that of an inexplicable - there's no explanation of what he's doing there - nobleman called Lord Dundreary, who became the play's breakout character in the first production from a flamboyant performance by the actor. Lord Dundreary is both dimwitted and an inveterate punster, which I guess go together in some people's opinion, and I found it challenging to get across wordplay like this:
Why does a duck go under water? for divers reasons.
Why does a duck come out of the water? for sundry reasons.
According to the misspelling of his dialogue, Lord Dundreary suffers from both an interdental lisp (th for s) and rhotacism (w for r). Trying to perform both of these at once gave me an accent which sounded to me more Eastern European than English.

Interesting play; I'm glad we tried it. We're also finishing up the more obscure end of Shakespeare, our last venture having been Timon of Athens, which is also about a seemingly well-off man with money problems. When it turns out that his open-hearted generosity has left him broke, and none of his beneficiaries will now lend him money in his need, Timon suddenly switches personality and becomes a toxic misanthrope for the rest of the play. His encounter with another, more natively misanthropic character - dueling curmudgeons! - in Act 4 Scene 3 is one of Shakespeare's little-known gems.
Language Log ([syndicated profile] languagelog_feed) wrote2025-12-18 05:34 pm

"Manic"? "Monotone"?

Posted by Mark Liberman

Trump's Wednesday evening speech got a lot of media coverage, as expected — but along with descriptions of (and responses to) the content, there were also many references to the tone, and specifically to the pace.

Thus Cameron Andrews ("Doctor Sounds Alarm After Trump, 79, Gives ‘Manic’ Address", Daily Beast 12/18/2025) quote a series of xeets from Dick Cheney's former cardiologist, now a CNN analyst:

PBS NewsHour correspondent Lisa Desjardins "clocked that Trump speech at 140-150 words per minute", and asserts that this is "2x Trump's reported State of Union speed":

There's a serious problem with those numbers, namely the fact that a SOTU speech is repeatedly interrupted by applause. Thus in the couple of minutes of Trump's 2020 SOTU

we get 220 words in 151 seconds, which is 87.4 words per minute.

But 72 of those 151 seconds were applause, and 220/((151-72)/60) = 167.1 words per minute.

In comparison, Trump's 12/17/2025 speech displayed 2588 words in 18.310 (uninterrupted) minutes, or 141.3 words per minute.

As another comparison, Mike Johnson's 12/16/2025 newser displayed 2393 words in 13.746 (uninterrupted) minutes, or 174.1 words per minute. And in "Presidential fluency", 10/31/2017, I compared Trump's speech rate in an interview with Lou Dobbs (214 wpm) with Barack Obama's rate in an interview with Steve Inskeep (121 wpm).

So to sum up the rate issue, Trump's presentation yesterday was not particularly fast, either for him or for other politicians.

NY Magazine had this to say ("Trump Used Big Speech to Angrily Insist the Economy Is Great"):

Trump’s tone suggested he’s intensely angry at Americans for failing to appreciate how well they have it and how far he’s brought the country from the abyss it wallowed in under Biden. It felt incongruous to listen to the furious man rant between two large Christmas trees celebrating the birth of the Prince of Peace. NPR nicely summed up how it came across:

The address had the feel of a Trump rally speech, without the rally. Unlike the often sedate primetime addresses of past presidents, Trump spoke loudly throughout his speech, at times seeming to shout.

He also spoke very rapidly and in a monotone.

We don't have good ways to quantify vocal effort, so I'll ignore the "seeming to shout" part for now. Again, the "very rapidly" is clearly a widespread perception, but not one that corresponds to actual how fast he talked.

As for "in a monotone", that's also false in both absolute and comparative terms.

In the press event described in "Macronic and Trumpish prosody", 8/31/2019, here's the histogram of F0 values from Trump's opening remarks at that event:

And a two-dimensional density plot of F0 slope against amplitude slope:

The same two plots from Trump's 12/17/2025 speech show that yesterday's speech had a wider pitch range and also more syllable-scale pitch modulation:

Examination of other similar events will tell us the same thing, namely that Donald Trump did not speak "in a monotone", either in absolute or comparative terms.

These various observers are no doubt describing the way that they reacted to yesterday's speech — but the terms that they use to describe those perceptions are empirically problematic, not to say nonsensical.

It's possible that this is all just a reflection of political prejudices, like the long history of nonsense about Barack Obama's alleged over-use of first-person singular pronouns. Or it may reflect a problem with the measures available for characterizing the "tone" of a speech. Or, most likely, both.

 

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rebeccmeister ([personal profile] rebeccmeister) wrote2025-12-18 08:29 am
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Well THAT didn't go according to plan [projects, sewing]

The next item on the mending list after bike jerseys was bicycling gloves. I have a pair of relatively thin Smartwool gloves where the palms and fingertips have been wearing out, but I really like the gloves so I thought maybe I could reinforce the palms with some material similar to what's used on actual cycling gloves.

I spent a little while trying to figure out just what that material was, for the Specialized "Grail" gloves I've come to favor, but everything I found suggested that it's a synthetic material that isn't available to retail markets. Eventually I wound up talking with a rowing friend whose daughter is working on a degree in fashion, and she gave me a small piece of scrap goatskin leather of the appropriate sort to work with.

Of course, I don't have much experience with sewing leather. The full extent is the one time I sewed a piece of leather onto the bottom of a pannier, to reinforce it. So it seemed like a good idea to approach the project in stages.

I started out with the realization that I have a second pair of cycling gloves in need of repair. I had enough scrap leather that I could use some for the purpose, and learn a few things about stitching this particular thickness and type of leather (I think it's maybe?? goatskin??).

Here you can see George "helping" me with the first bit of stitching:

George “helps” me fix a bike glove

The end result certainly has a handmade look, but is far better than the worn-out material it's now covering!

George “helps” me fix a bike glove

One thing I discovered during the first repair was that it was tricky to hold the material together, just so, while stitching. After doing some poking around on the internet, I came to understand that it can be helpful to at least tack-glue pieces together first, before sewing down the edges. But I didn't have any contact cement or rubber cement on hand for the purpose. So for glove #2, I just grabbed some double-sided sticky tape, and it did indeed help the process go more smoothly.

Second glove repair completed

But I noticed the double-sided sticky tape was a bit stiff, so my quest for rubber cement continued. Because of various constraints, I checked a couple of grocery stores and a CVS only for rubber cement, but came up empty-handed. I'd asked S if he happened to have any, and he didn't, so he instead suggested a small bottle of a type of Gorilla Glue he'd gotten not too long ago and had used to glue some leather.

Anyway, here I am last night, getting ready to glue:
Starting the next gloves, which promptly failed

And here I am this morning, learning that unfortunately this glue is way too stiff and won't work because it has ruined the inside texture of the gloves (I'd put in nitrile gloves in case of any seepage, and some of the nitrile is now glued on, too).
Starting the next gloves, which promptly failed

So now these gloves are ruined, argh.

The real trouble is that I don't think my ideal glove of this sort actually exists as a thing that a person can buy. What I want is a wool liner glove with a reinforced palm, so I can wear them on their own OR wear them inside my ski mittens when it's 4 degrees out. Smartwool was on the right track with the reinforcement of the palms of these gloves, they just aren't as durable as they should be.

And now I've used up all of the goatskin leather scrap and don't know whether/how I can get more (it was just BEAUTIFUL material, setting aside the point that it is leather).

And I'm pretty sure that this Gorilla Glue is permanent can't be removed with a solvent.

So anyway, hopefully your morning has gone better than this.
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james_davis_nicoll ([personal profile] james_davis_nicoll) wrote2025-12-18 08:46 am
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The Merro Tree by Katie Waitman



A determined artist faces potentially lethal criticism.


The Merro Tree by Katie Waitman
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elainegrey ([personal profile] elainegrey) wrote2025-12-18 07:37 am
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(morning writing)

If i miss writing in time, i hope everyone is able have the observations that make passing through this solstice period a joy or at least the darkness eased. I am enjoying my LED lit branch (up all year) and tree during the long dark morning, and found that BritBox has streaming holiday light shows to run in the background of doing other things.

Some quick notes

  • no car news, but we don't really need two vehicles, so we are OK. What we have is a good reliable car (that is now dmaged) and a vehicle for taking things to the dump. Christine managed to find a really nice take things to the dump vehicle some years back, so we'll drive it about more and live with the lousy gas mileage.

  • Bruno and Marlowe have had a step of improvement in how they get along and how Bruno believes he can access the rest of the house. He doesn't need coaxing to leave his safe room, Marlowe is not nearly as vigilant. It's odd to see how things seem to have little jumps and not gradual change. We went from much coaxing to get him to leave his room on his own to him dashing out in the morning.

  • Christine is having a more serious flare (infection) of the issue that sent her to the emergency room in June. Less than a month to the surgery that should resolve things.

  • I am fighting my own self denigration around gift giving and not really winning but avoiding. I hope i can take some time off today to label and wrap and pack and ship. I had so much joy making and thinking about giving -- years of it imagining when i could gift things from the orchard -- and ... anyhow, i will focus on that and try to  take the insecure part of me and tell her ... that people already know i am a flake so it's ok? No, wait, that's not the message. We'll work on that.

  • i've gotten in my (pathetically low count of) steps the past two days. I think i feel better for it. I am worried about how fatigue hit me out of the blue a few weeks ago, but i have no evidence that the fatigue is caused by doing things, i just NOTICE when i am doing things. Acting like i am fatigued all the time is not the solution.

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Silver Adept ([personal profile] silveradept) wrote2025-12-17 11:30 pm

December Days 02025 #17: Persistence

It's December Days time again. This year, I have decided that I'm going to talk about skills and applications thereof, if for no other reason than because I am prone to both the fixed mindset and the downplaying of any skills that I might have obtained as not "real" skills because they do not fit some form of ideal.

17: Persistence

As someone who is comfortable with installing and reinstalling and restoring configurations and working my way back to what it was before, just with time and scripting, and exporting and importing, it's not the end of the world when an entity or a corporation pulls a milkshake duck, or decides they, too, are going to chase the snake oil bubble and start cramming LLM-related features into their browsers, or operating systems, or any other piece of software they can control. I will freely admit that it sucks to have to do all of those operations on the regular, or even on the occasion, but it is something that I have become used to, as I've been throwing things around here and there, and making it work better. The hardest part, sometimes, is re-learning where you've stashed all your configuration tweaks and where they get applied to. But the more it gets done, the easier it is to remember where all the pathways are, and what you want to do with them. Perhaps in some future world, I'll remember to save the configuration files first, and back them up, and then retrieve and paste them back in and all will be well.

And, when I make these kinds of decisions, as it turns out, sometimes I learn some new and interesting things, like the way that some apps, even if they don't exist in the package manager, are self-contained enough to run on the system. Therefore, I now have my preferred browser running on a system that doesn't have it in the package repositories. At least, not at the moment, since the new version is built on one version up from where my current distribution wants to be.

This is also a crossover post with the Adventures in Home Automation series, because, for the third time, I have managed to get my television with the attacked Raspberry Pi and the broken IR receiver talking to Home Assistant, and being controllable from there. In the previous incarnations of this situation, I managed to clone some git repositories, recognize that some of the things they wanted to do with containers and running the thing as they would like to wouldn't work, because they were asking for some much older versions of Debian, which were probably the newest versions of Debian at the time, but whose archive pointers had completely fallen off and were no longer available. One promising entity written in go worked for a little while, and then the go language changed versions, and the old script just went "nope" compared to the new version, and I don't program in go, so I couldn't fix it. The second promising entity was written in python, and in a previous version of Debian, I seemed to gather all the right libraries from the system tools and get very close to making things work, before I dropped a piece from a completely different script, meant to make it possible for a remote control to function as a game controller, I believe, into the other script, because it looked like it might work. And it did, to my surprise. So that was version two, running stably and with a systemd service for running on boot, happily working its way along.

Then the Debian version underlying the single-board computer's Linux changed, and that meant not only rebasing, but reinstalling, reconfiguring, re-adding, and otherwise bringing things back into the system I had, and reinstalling and reconfiguring the communication broker so that the SBC could communicate with Home Assistant (and the router, now that it had some Optware installed that would send information about router operations and connected machines over that same protocol, using that SBC as the broker for the messages.)

The last component that needed to work was the bridging script that reported information using HDMI-CEC to read the bus for status and then transmit commands from Home Assistant to turn that screen on and off. In the intervening time, the library that the python program used to communicate had jumped a major version number and changed its entire syntax in the process. Luckily, the error that appeared mentioned that a single flag could be set so that it would use the old version of how it was set up, and that saved me a lot of grief trying to figure out how to re-spec the script to use the new library. The flag may deprecate at some point, and then I will have to walk the script up from the previous version to the current version. Hopefully, when that's necessary, there will be a nice conversion guide posted somewhere that explains what the equivalent commands are, and where to put the components of the previous command in the new syntax. For now, however, the scripts themselves are sorted, thanks to adding one piece of code at the right place to the thing itself.

What's not working is that in this new version based on Debian Trixie, the library I had installed from the earlier version was no longer present. And that meant a significant amount of looking around to see if there was something suitable that would serve in its place. The testing repository, the one that would be in the next release (Forky), had the library I thought I had installed on the previous version. So, I did something that is recommended against, and added the testing repository and pulled the version of the item from there, expecting it all to set up and go.

No dice. So I uninstalled that particular set of libraries, because pulling from different releases is a good way to break it. Option two: since it's a python script, I can potentially set up a virtual environment for Python, separated from the system-managed Python installation, then install the necessary libraries through the pip package manager to the virtual environment, and run the script out of that, so long as said script can communicate out and have Home assistant pick up what it's laying down. That's easier to manage with some software packages like pipx to handle the creation and management of the virtual environment. I get the environment set up, and the library that I think will work installed, and the script bombs again with the same error as it had before, So the virtual environment approach isn't going to work, either.

All this time, I'm using my search engine skills to try and figure out what the error is, but there aren't a whole lot of posts on the subject, and most of the time, it keeps coming back to a couple of places, including a GitHub issue that seems like it's exactly about the problem that I'm having, and that somehow the problem was fixed in a subsequent release of the software, but I don't see how they got from point a to point b, as I read and reread the information and keep trying to figure out where the library is that I need to install from the package manager to get the functionality I had before.

This is one of those things where sometimes you need to let your brain background solve a task. Humans are, after all, persistence predators, and while flashes of insight are often cool, they often come more after you have been chewing on a problem for a while, letting it background-process while you work your way toward greater understanding. There was a study, I believe it was in one of my graduate school texts, where a professor gave students a list of riddles to try and solve over the course of a day. At the lunch break, the professor collected the tests and had the students do their lunch break activities, but at places along the way in the building, the professor had placed representations of riddle solutions, and the thing that was being tested was whether the presence of those solution prompts helped the students solve more riddles. I can't find the study, and so I may not be representing it accurately, but sometimes you go through an entire something and as your brain twists and turns on it, and eventually, you do some up with something that actually qualifies as a solution to the problem. It's the idea of "distracting" your conscious processes so that some other process can take over the solving of things, or the integration of information. Sometimes sleeping on it is the right answer to the situation.

In my case, the actual solution came when I finally realized that I was making an assumption that one of the forum posts explicitly denied was a good one to make, and that instead of installing a package from a repository with a similar name, but not actually containing what was needed to succeed, what I instead needed to do was follow the instructions that were given in the right place and compile the damn library myself. Which there was definitely a recipe for, and for the specific architecture and device that I was using. Download source, pass appropriate flags to the compiler, make, make install, all of the things that are involved in compiling a library from source, and guess what? As soon as I had compiled the correct library, the script worked perfectly as I ran it, with the "use the old version please" flag set for the library that did some of the work.

I felt very stupid afterward, because everything kept funneling back to these posts that said "no, that package is not the library you need, you have to compile the library from scratch, and this is the way to do so." I didn't want to do that because I'd rather use the package manager to produce the thing that I needed, instead of compiling something from source. Actually doing what the thing said only took a few minutes and would have avoided many months of grief and not understanding why things weren't working, even with the ability to search up the specific error message and find the post that described it accurately and said what the solution was. Once I managed to read the post correctly and drop the preconception I had, things went much more smoothly.

So this is about the persistence of solving problems, of trying to get to a solution that works for me, and sometimes the disappointment that comes when someone is satisficing rather than looking for a full solution. It's about persistence, because apparently I keep wanting to tweak and shuffle and suggest and do things until they're exactly right, instead of mostly right. It's also about how that persistence sometimes means it's hard to let go of the situation if it's not perfect and optimized and works in all cases. And how it can be annoying to have to deal with people who deliberately want to keep introducing nonsensical edge cases into your perfectly working system, or who believe that if you don't debate them on their nonsensical edge cases or absurd questions, they have somehow "won" and proven themselves smarter than you, because you refused to engage with bad faith tactics. As the somewhat ineffectual advice given would tell us, we can only control ourselves, we cannot control other people. (In pursuit of perfection, we seek control, and sometimes the control that would produce perfection is the control of others, and therefore, perfection will always be beyond us. In theory, this realization is supposed to help us not seek that level of control. In practice, there's still a lot of frustration that comes from not being able to do the things flawlessly and well, and sometimes even more aggravation when things are going out of our control and we don't even know why.) Given how often I end up having to engage with the absurd and the nonsensical, I'd like to believe I have a greater tolerance for other people being Wrong on the Internet (or in my workplace), but there's still sometimes that bit where I want to believe that with enough persistence, I will be able to prevail over the things that bother me, or the people that bother me.

It's also, though, about persistence, the concept that we first learn about when object permanence makes it into our head, that the world is not, in fact, limited to what we are experiencing with our senses, and that our senses (and our minds, if you want to get Zen about it) are misleading us about the nature of our reality. Just because the ball disappears behind the paper doesn't mean it winks out of existence entirely, only to return into reality when the paper is raised. (At least, at the Newtonian mechanics level. Quanta and their friends behave very differently, and we are finding more and more that the act of observation collapses all the possibilities into an observed real, such that whatever organ we are using to perceive the possibilities with inscribes what the result will be onto those possibilities.) The past and the future are constructions, only Now is reality, and only for the now that we experience Now. Many of those constructions are useful, and society rests on our ability to construct things about past, future, and pattern so that we can attempt to impose some amount of order upon the chaos, so as to make it livable and manageable. (That's karma, baby.) We persist in things all the time. Error. its opposite. The horrors persist, and so do I (or but so do I.) Nevertheless, she persisted. He's baaaack! So many things that we have in our history and our lives are about the application of human-sized amounts of influence and force until the desired result is achieved, sometimes even with a great array of things standing athwart, sabotaging, or attempting to cause failure in the way. Because we are not the kinds of beings that let go easily, or give up, and we do much greater work when there are more of us, so we can each take a turn at persistence while someone else rests up for their next turn. The idea about the arc bending toward justice is not a thing that happens by itself, it happens because there are people bending the arc into the desired shape. We will not complete the work in our lifetime, but neither are we excused from doing the work during our lifetimes. And through the ages, thanks to our persistence, we build and sustain things that are greater than any one person and one lifetime. (It's frustrating not to see when it finally clicks into place, but ours is not to know the day or the hour, apparently.)

Only a little while longer, and some of the decisions that I made in the past, decisions that were absolutely correct, will finally have discharged their consequences. It always seems impossible until it is done. Keep at it.
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poliphilo ([personal profile] poliphilo) wrote2025-12-18 08:35 am

Ignorant And Heathenish

 Two posts back I was complaining about the cost of a postage stamp and here I am at it again. £18 for two takeaway portions of curry and chips? No way!

I'm not a cheapskate, really I'm not, but that's just not value for money.

This was in Crowborough. Crowborough is swish. It wasn't always. Up until the late 18th century the land south of Tunbridge Wells- the High Weald- was sparsely populated by charcoal burners and subsistence farmers- "ignorant and heathenish" people according to the local landowner who built a church to improve their manners. This injection of organised religion started a process that led to the town- which occupies the second highest land in East Sussex- being marketed to the late Victorians as a health resort. "Scotland in Sussex" is what they called it.  (Thank you wikipedia for the forgoing information.) Arthur Conan Doyle was an early adopter and spent the last quarter century of his life in residence. There's a very bad modern statue of him in the town centre. When he drove past we noticed it was dressed in a little green jacket and an elf hat.  I wish I'd taken a picture but there was nowhere to park.

Following Sir Arthur a lot of famous people have owned or own property in Crowborough. Dirk Bogarde, Tom Baker, David Jason, Cate Blanchett..... 

Cate Blanchett may be happy to pay you £18 for her chips but you wouldn't want to try it on with an ignorant and heathenish charcoal burner......
APOD ([syndicated profile] apod_feed) wrote2025-12-18 06:52 am
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StarWatcher ([personal profile] starwatcher) wrote in [community profile] fandom_checkin2025-12-17 06:01 pm
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Daily Check-In

 
This is your check-in post for today. The poll will be open from midnight Universal or Zulu Time (8pm Eastern Time) on Wednesday, December 17, to midnight on Thursday, December 18. (8pm Eastern Time).

Poll #33967 Daily Check-in
This poll is closed.
Open to: Access List, detailed results viewable to: Access List, participants: 26

How are you doing?

I am OK.
15 (57.7%)

I am not OK, but don't need help right now.
11 (42.3%)

I could use some help.
0 (0.0%)

How many other humans live with you?

I am living single.
12 (48.0%)

One other person.
8 (32.0%)

More than one other person.
5 (20.0%)




Please, talk about how things are going for you in the comments, ask for advice or help if you need it, or just discuss whatever you feel like.
 
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calimac ([personal profile] calimac) wrote2025-12-17 04:54 pm

retired

Yes, it's true, as announced yesterday: I'm retiring from my position as co-editor of Tolkien Studies. I've held this position for 13 years, and I was associated with the journal, mostly as author of "The Year's Work in Tolkien Studies," for 8 years before that, but is that long enough? No, I hope to continue to write for the journal - I just won't be editing it - as health permits.

Also for health concerns, I'm detaching myself from other long-term work-oriented commitments, because I don't want to cause a crisis if I'm suddenly unable to continue. You may not have noticed that I haven't published a professional concert review in two months. That's not too unusual a gap, especially as Christmas season is slow for the kinds of concerts I cover.

But what I've told my editors is to delete me from any coverage for the time being. If things go well, I may be back in the spring. In the meantime, I am attending concerts on my own as I can manage them. I'm hoping for one on the 21st, and my next ticket is for Jan. 15.

All this and some other similar matters makes me retired in a sense that I wasn't when I stopped working as a librarian, because then I had all these other things. So life feels a little vacant at the moment, but I'll go on writing here, and of course B. and I have a busy home life together - injured cat to the vet yesterday, turned out to be OK - so life will continue as long as it does.
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flemmings ([personal profile] flemmings) wrote2025-12-17 05:58 pm
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Things fall apart

Me, mostly.

Item: I have an entry on my phone. Dec 22, 2:15. No idea what or who is happening Monday at 2:15. Presumably I knew perfectly well when I wrote that and didn't think I needed to add a name. My doctor, my dentist, and my investment woman all email me reminders when I have an appointment, and no one has. I hope I don't actually have to *be* somewhere at that time.

Item: a new bottle of ibuprofen with the usual 'press down and turn' opening mechanism. Could not press down hard enough to get the whatevers lined up enough to open. Elbows screamed at the very attempt. Did without ibuprofen until today up at Loblaws when I collared a clerk and got him to open it for me.

Item: my razor needed a new blade today so I opened up the cardboard package and then tried to figure out how to open the hard plastic case with the blades in it. There seemed to be a hinge at the bottom so I should be able to open the top. But I couldn't do it-- fingers and fingernails both too weak. Clearly it's time to move into assisted living. Eventually I broke off a piece of plastic and got a single blade out, resigned to going after the rest with a flathead screwdriver. Post-shower I looked at the case again and this time turned it over. The back is already open: you just insert the body of the razor into the slot of the blade and pull it out of the case. I knew this but of course had forgotten.

Otherwise: finished Lords and Ladies, and Carpe Jugulum. Currently on Maskerade. Object being to discover how many times Greebo uhh humanizes. I thought it was in three books, but maybe it's three times in two books.

Couple of Dr Priestleys, still not to the level of Desmond Merrions. One I figured out the murderer just because he was so obliging, though the actual murder method was John Dickson Carr levels of mechanical. The other was almost a reverse mystery, where you know who did it and then watch the detective figure it out. Ah well. Passes the time, at any rate.

Next up is Petty Treason, a Sarah Tolerance mystery. Regency A/U, I think. Second in the series, the first not being borrowable in the library system. If good, might be worth buying in ebook.
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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2025-12-17 04:40 pm

If it's a moment in time, how come it feels so long?

Last night on a snow-salted suburban road I saw a deer bound suddenly through the splash of the headlights, followed a moment later by what must have been a pair of coyotes because it's been centuries since there were wolves in this part of the world. It was so folkloric, I expected to see riders the next moment, or the moon. After days of sleepless free-fall and headache it hurt to breathe through, I spent much of this afternoon unconscious, which was terrible for my exposure to daylight but produced vivid dreams only occasionally suggesting a surrealist facsimile of same, such as the second-story view onto a green quadrangle where a policeman was bleeding out milk. Hestia is trying to climb through my arms as I type in her best doctorly fashion. In nearly half a lifetime of chronic illness, I don't think I have ever felt this daily-basis bad.