April 22nd, 2019
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posted by [personal profile] hollymath at 06:42pm on 22/04/2019 under
I had a dream that, for my birthday or something, [personal profile] mother_bones had looked up when we first met and then asked me if I knew when it was. I gave what I thought was the actual answer, but in the dream she told me I was wrong.

She handed me a printout of this (not real) LJ post I'd written on the day we had apparently met. That was the present she'd gotten me for this occasion, But this LJ post had apparently, like newspaper articles, acquired links to other ones on similar subjects at the bottom of it, other times I mentioned us.

She had printed out one of them to give me, too, and I can't remember the details now but it was a silly conversation about ranking different types of cheese, some absurd thing that even in the dream neither of us could remember having done.

I can't remember the details of the cheese hierarchy now that I'm awake, but I vividly remember dream-us giggling and laughing a lot and being very glad we're friends. I woke up right after that and I'm still very glad of it now.
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April 21st, 2019
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Washing the dishes after a holiday meal made me miss my mom.

The details were all different for me today at work when I was cleaning up a Pesach seder, but my mom spends much of every family gathering in the kitchen and from the time I was old enough to be trusted drying the good dishes, I've helped out. So there was something very familiar about it even in its novelty (I know shamefully little about Judaism; I'm grateful to the increased time I've spent with these Jewish friends now that I'm employed by one of them having exposed me to a lot more conversations and information about it, but still everything is new to me).

Washing and drying and stacking and storing made me miss my mom, but also sheesh now I appreciate how much project managing she does in dealing with the aftermath of a big meal for a bunch of people. What gets washed in what order, where clean things can be put, she's better at all of that than me. This is the kind of skill that gets so associated with women it is not even recognized as existing; soddevalued that even I who'd witnessed it for a couple decades didn't consciously think about it until now.

Maybe I shouldn't be too hard on myself for not being as good at this as my mom. She has a thirty-year head start on me, but she also had no doubt done this more before she was my age than I have. My life looks very different from hers, but still there are these echoes.
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posted by [personal profile] kaberett at 10:03pm on 21/04/2019 under ,
Reading. V excited that I can read physical books at the moment without my hands yelling at me (hurrah for ring splints). Head On (John Scalzi) and record of a spaceborn few (Becky Chambers) in hard copy; I'm now making substantial progress through The Collapsing Empire (also John Scalzi) in ebook, because I got to the top of the library queue. (For reference, also on hold: Feel Free, being collected essays by Zadie Smith; Daring Greatly, Brené Brown, having failed to get together the brain to read it when I got it out the library in hard copy a while back; The Consuming Fire, John Scalzi, sequel to TCE; Conversations with Friends, Sally Rooney. There's a fair chance that I'll suspend the holds on both the Smith and the Brown just because they are likely to be fairly heavy going and, as discussed in therapy a few weeks back, it is actually okay for me to read for fun at the moment.)

Details, including spoilers. )

Film/TV. Leverage. It is Leverage. I am still kind of fascinated by it but, like, I cannot quite deal with Eliot, last episode, having... decided that Parker was incompetent? For reasons of plot convenience? Obviously she wasn't, but. Oh children.

Growth. AHAHAHA SO MUCH. Headlines:
  • I've repotted the lemon!
  • I've provided some timelapse photography of the plot!
  • I've borrowed a cordless drill and made significant progress with building my raised bed edging! (This also counts as a Skill Acquisition, especially as I was doing so without more competent supervision.)
  • I've fixed the broken autovent on the roof of the greenhouse! (Ish. It's possible I need to get a new wax cylinder; it's not opening as much as I really feel it ought.)
  • ............ I found the carpet.
  • It is, you see, The Rule that every allotment plot is absolutely chock-full of fundamentally made-of-plastic carpet.
  • I thought I'd got away with it.
  • I tried to dig a hole to put the legs of the raised bed into.
  • ... I hit carpet.
  • I have found at least two layers.
  • I... I think they extend underneath all the raised beds.
  • The raised beds in which I am growing spinach, and fennel, and allium various.
  • The raised beds I weeded thoroughly last year and then manured and then left to get themselves set up with decent soil structure and generally getting going with a no-dig philosophy.
  • That I'm now going to have to dig up.
  • To get out the carpet.

Notable Pokémon. Another (!) shiny Eevee. Hatched a Really Rather Good Beldum. No event-specific shinies yet, of course, but there we go.
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posted by [personal profile] lathany at 06:06pm on 21/04/2019 under , ,
The Constantine film came out in 2005. I saw it last weekend being something on Amazon Prime that neither of us had watched before. I've never read the graphic novels, but had watched and enjoyed the TV series (it was my favourite series seen in 2018).

The film was enjoyable too. Despite being a big fan of Ryan in the TV series, I also liked Reeves' turn in the role. It had a decent atmosphere, the plot was OK and the characters worked. I felt, between the two (series and film), I had some grasp of what the graphic novels might be like. One day I might get them and find out.

The Silkworm is the second Galbraith (Rowling) novel in the Strike detective series. I suspect you can read it without reading the first book and not be spoilered for the murder (but you will be spoilered for the characters). Like the first one, I enjoyed it and thought it an interesting and gripping mystery. I did guess the murderer this time, but still liked the lead-up to it. Also, I'm enjoying how Robin is developing.
Mood:: 'thoughtful' thoughtful
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posted by [personal profile] morbane in [community profile] yuletide_admin at 08:07pm on 21/04/2019 under
See you again in the last quarter of 2019, as follows:

Nominations: 2-10 October
Signups: 27 October - 3 November
Deadline: 18 December (as usual)
Reveals: 25 December (as always)

We look forward to it!
April 20th, 2019
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posted by [personal profile] kaberett at 10:41pm on 20/04/2019 under
Apparently I haven't posted any photos of the allotment since last August, whoops.

Four photographs. )

I'm really pleased with how it's coming along? This is the very first plot you see when you enter the site, which fact I am occasionally a little daunted by, but I am making progress and I sincerely hope sorting the raised beds out will facilitate a bunch more.
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posted by [personal profile] hollymath at 09:11pm on 20/04/2019 under , ,
Today was a good day. I managed to sleep in, get some stuff done that I've been procrastinating on (laundry and essay work, both taking advantage of the nice weather; I hung the laundry outside and bribed myself to look at the essay by letting myself sit in the garden to do it) and then had a date with Stuart.

We determined earlier this week that we wanted to go to the movies or have a picnic or something, go out in the car some place. So he picked me up and he'd come up with a good idea: we went to the viewing park at the airport. It's a big field where you can see planes land, also see a few they have on display. There's also "British people in a field" stuff like ice cream vans and fairground rides for tiny children. It was really busy today, a sunny warm day in the middle of a long weekend. Nice to see kids running around, people admiring the planes. We had ice cream and sat in the sunshine.

And we went back to his place and watched a movie, The Spy Who Dumped Me, which I'd seen but he hadn't because it does look like it should be terrible but luckily he agreed with me that it's great. We laughed so much.
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posted by [personal profile] rmc28 at 10:37am on 20/04/2019 under ,
numbers )

I am noticing that the first running interval each time is almost always uncomfortable, but everything seems to loosen up by the second or third, so I'm trying to make sure I take that first one as gently as possible while still actually running, and trusting that it will get better (and so far it always has). I am definitely reaching the point of actively enjoying most of the running intervals and coming out of the overall exercise with a nice endorphin buzz. Whee.

April 19th, 2019
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posted by [personal profile] siderea at 09:00pm on 19/04/2019 under , ,
By Marge Piercy

The courage to let go of the door, the handle.
The courage to shed the familiar walls whose very
stains and leaks are comfortable as the little moles
of the upper arm; stains that recall a feast,
a child’s naughtiness, a loud blattering storm
that slapped the roof hard, pouring through.

The courage to abandon the graves dug into the hill,
the small bones of children and the brittle bones
of the old whose marrow hunger had stolen;
the courage to desert the tree planted and only
begun to bear; the riverside where promises were
shaped; the street where their empty pots were broken.

The courage to leave the place whose language you learned
as early as your own, whose customs however dan-
gerous or demeaning, bind you like a halter
you have learned to pull inside, to move your load;
the land fertile with the blood spilled on it;
the roads mapped and annotated for survival.

The courage to walk out of the pain that is known
into the pain that cannot be imagined,
mapless, walking into the wilderness, going
barefoot with a canteen into the desert;
stuffed in the stinking hold of a rotting ship
sailing off the map into dragons’ mouths,

Cathay, India, Siberia, goldeneh medina*
leaving bodies by the way like abandoned treasure.
So they walked out of Egypt. So they bribed their way
out of Russia under loads of straw; so they steamed
out of the bloody smoking charnelhouse of Europe
on overloaded freighters forbidden all ports—

out of pain into death or freedom or a different
painful dignity, into squalor and politics.
We Jews are all born of wanderers, with shoes
under our pillows and a memory of blood that is ours
raining down. We honor only those Jews who changed
tonight, those who chose the desert over bondage,

who walked into the strange and became strangers
and gave birth to children who could look down
on them standing on their shoulders for having
been slaves. We honor those who let go of every-
thing but freedom, who ran, who revolted, who fought,
who became other by saving themselves.

* "Goldeneh medina", Yiddish, literally "Golden Land", idiomatically America
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posted by [personal profile] kaberett at 11:49pm on 19/04/2019 under
To my disgust this hard drive came with Windows Vista installed, where the previous one had Windows 7; I'm getting an e-mailed receipt tomorrow and might grumble at them. In the meantime, this evening has mostly consisted of getting a usable Debian install set up (because for bonus points, I ended up overwriting my install media on Tuesday before the drive death because that was the convenient USB stick I had on me).

Doubtless I will complain endlessly about sharks, including sharks I'd previously solved but not bothered making a note of.

Other things this evening included: takeaway dinner from Roti King with A, in the vicinity of Granary Square, followed by ice cream, because the shop I got this laptop from in the first place was on Tottenham Court Road, so by the time we'd got there sitting by the canal eating dinner while the sun went down seemed like an excellent idea.

... but for right now probably I should just do some Duolingo quickly and then head to bed...
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posted by [personal profile] lathany at 09:03pm on 19/04/2019 under ,
Nine Coaches Waiting by Mary Stewart was a birthday present from my parents. [personal profile] venta had previously lent me the first two Merlin books and bought me The Ivy Tree and I was keen to read more. So, I asked for this one from my parents (actually, both [personal profile] venta and Sarah rated Touch Not The Cat more highly, but that wasn't available from Wordery which is my parents' preferred book seller).

The story is about a new governess, Linda, an English woman who grew up in Paris, and her appointment to look after Philippe the young de Valmy heir to the much loved family mansion in the French countryside. The story mixes Linda's relationships (friendships and romantic relationships) with a growing sense of danger as she lives with the de Valmy family and their servants. The whole book has a slightly Gothic feel to it as the story goes on. The story is told entirely by Linda and that works quite well. I found her likeable, as she was prepared to take action on her own - and Philippe's behalf - and was generally rooting for her to succeed across the book. There are a few, I suppose, cliches: Linda is described as a uncommonly attractive young woman, there is a mysterious handsome and impulsive lover and Linda's most useful ally (the English housekeeper) is removed from helping her at the crucial moment. However, overall, it was fun and enjoyable and I'll be reading more of Mary Stewart.
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Waiting at a bus stop listening to the new Lizzo album which I'm already in love with.

It's so sunny out I don't have any pockets -- I didn't even bring a hoodie with me. I'm waiting at the bus stop to meet [personal profile] diffrentcolours for a drink, after an afternoon in the sunshine eating Japanese food with [personal profile] haggis.

A lot of things are really tough but right now the world feels nice and sounds nice and smells nice and I'm enjoying it. I figured that was worth making a note of.
Music:: Lizzo - "Crybaby"
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posted by [personal profile] rydra_wong in [community profile] disobey_gravity at 09:12am on 19/04/2019 under
The Friday post of glee is where you get to tell us about your climbing-related happiness this week.

It can be a new achievement or adventure, or just that you climbed and had fun; it can be that your favourite climbing wall is expanding or that you bought new rock shoes or that you found a cool ice-climbing vid on YouTube. No glee is too small -- or too big. Members are encouraged to cheer each other on and share the squee.

N.B. Please feel free to post your glee on any day of the week; the Friday glee is just to get the ball rolling.

To enhance this week's glee: for a change of pace, instead of a video please admire this badass photo of Archana Bhattacharjee, first woman mountaineer from Assam. You can read more about her here.
April 18th, 2019
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posted by [personal profile] hollymath at 06:15pm on 18/04/2019 under ,
Happy anniversary to me and James. Six years already!
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From CBS News:
Dozens charged in major opioid bust across U.S.
By Brian Pascus
Updated on: April 17, 2019 / 10:36 PM / CBS News

Dozens of people, including 53 medical professionals, have been charged for their alleged participation in the illegal prescription and distribution of opioids and other narcotics, Justice Department and Department of Health and Human Services officials said Wednesday. Federal law enforcement and health officials held a press conference in Cincinnati where they announced charges resulting from the Appalachian Regional Prescription Opioid Strike Force takedown operation that began only four months ago.
[...] According to the indictment, one pharmacy in Dayton, Ohio prescribed over 1.75 million opioid pills
Wait what. Pharmacies can prescribe? Is that a thing? I thought the whole point of pharmacists existing was to separate the prescribing of drugs from the selling of drugs to eliminate the conflict of interest?
The indictment states one doctor in the Western District of Tennessee, who called himself the "Rock Doc," would exchange opioids and benzodiazepines with patients in return for sexual favors.
This is your friendly reminder that if a physician is prescribing medications to someone, the recipient of that prescription is that physician's patient, and a physician having sexual contact with a patient is, depending on jurisdiction, somewhere on the continuum from profoundly unethical to frankly felonious. Further, that someone with an addiction is someone with a mental illness that makes them desperate for relief. This is not an exchange for sexual favors, this is a medical professional sexually extorting the vulnerable mentally ill. Jesus Fucking Christ. This is like saying that a manager "exchanged promotions with subordinates for sexual favors", only worse. There is no sense in which this is a meeting of equals in which consent can obtain.

But all that said, turns out this "Rock Doc" person is not a physician. From The Tennessean:
Young, 43, a Tennessee nurse practitioner who called himself 'Rock Doc' and once piloted a reality show about his Jackson clinic, was indicted with federal drug trafficking charges this week, accused of trading drugs for sex.
*rolls eyes* Do NPs get to prescribe unsupervised in TN? Or is there some physician whose license this was done under?
April 17th, 2019
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[personal profile] moem's comment to the post I wrote yesterday got me thinking. After asking how something is pronounced, it went "I'm worried that you will only be able to reply in those characters that I can't read, the ones that indicate how words sound... I don't even know what they are called."

I wanted to reply not just to explain the pronunciation but to answer the question of what those characters are called, and maybe give a little basic info. So I googled "International Phonetic Alphabet" and...I was surprised not to find anything useful. Everything seems to be just the charts, with at most a little history but I don't expect anyone cares what year the IPA was invented or whose idea it was. And the charts aren't much use if you don't know how to read them.

I find it really frustrating that I was exposed for years in high school to, say, the periodic table -- I had to memorize the first twenty elements, I can recognize a bunch of the symbols still, I know the chart's organization tells you stuff about electron shells and similarities between elements' properties, I knew what atomic number and atomic weight are -- and, no shade but...I can't recall it having been useful to me since. Whereas I long for a wider knowledge of the IPA every time people talk about accents, or about unfamiliar words, or even how unfamiliar a familiar word can sound sometimes.

I can imagine a high-school level linguistics knowledge, but it doesn't really exist. There's this frustrating gap: practically nothing's out there between the level of (often uninformed and bigoted) rants about personal langauge peeves and undergrad-level linguistics. Sure there are some cool podcasts and twitter accounts and stuff (that's how I ended up inspired to do a lingulistics degree, after all!) but I think there's a lot of potential for more interested-layperson level stuff, and I thought a good place to start might be by talking about how to read the IPA chart. I promise it's way easier than a periodic table.

How to Read the International Phonetic Alphabet, Part 1 - voicing and some places of articulation )


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