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28 November 2009 @ 09:47 am
Wonderful wind that makes the wires moan. I was walking under them--they were swaying and making ghostly sounds. In the white pines, the wind was hissing. In the bare trees, it was singing out waves and surf. It was flinging first one handful and then another of black birds into and across the sky--like pepper.


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28 November 2009 @ 03:15 am
In the past year I've decided I need more dragons in my life, so I've read the following:
Dragon's Bait, by VVV
Talking to Dragons, by Wrede
the first two Temeraire books
Dragon's Keep, by Janet Lee Carey, and
Michelle Sagara's Elantra books (actually, I haven't been reading these for the dragons, but they're in there, and I like them).

I loved all of the above, except for the Wrede. (It was just okay.) Anyway, does anyone have recommendations for further reading? What other dragon books are good?

Thanks to anyone who responds! :-)
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 11:55 pm
Chill and rainy today, though still pretty mild for the Thanksgiving time of year. Found myself walking through town on the way to campus, past a long hedge made exclusively of thorns and berries -- spectacular color blended with drab, really refreshing. Then--the gardener's sense of whimsy?--an untrimmed branch in full leaf still:

momiji

Japanese Barberry. I know it's an invasive species, but I can see why someone imported it.
 
 
Locale: chez nous
Emotions: enjoying downtime
Tunes: Beth Rowley, Almost Persuaded
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 09:12 pm
Okay, first the health report for all the people who are dying to know about the state of my kidney. )

And now the Candy!

This year the Yuletide community decided to open up to an international candy exchange. I got to send candy to someone in Japan, and my candy provider sent me stuff from Australia! Yay! I had pretty much forgotten about it what with everything else, so getting the package today was very exciting indeed.


The contents of the package were all wrapped up individually! Ooh, presents! Plus a lovely note on Star Wars stationery and a sheet of cosmic stickers. My person is awesome!

Unwrap the presents? )

So, in conclusion, my candy exchange person went above and beyond. Thank you, [info]sailorcoruscant!
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 03:58 pm




the second printing of the pfsc book arrives next week, you'll need to order it soon if you want it for christmastimes

santana v. - totensamba
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 03:59 pm
If you had to make a soundtrack for Sherwood Smith's books, what songs would be on it?
Single songs, full lists accepted. Perhaps this is frivolous, but it passes the time.....
 
 
This week our guests are the co-authors of Publishers Weekly's speculative fiction blog, Genreveille, [info]rosefox and [info]sinboy. They gave a lot of good queer speculative fiction recommendations, and I particularly enjoyed their musings on tropes they love and hate. Here's the interview.
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 09:06 am
In-  
This morning, instead of sleeping, I was thinking about titles.

I like Erin Incarnate, both as a novel title and a series title. I thought making it a series title would be best, that way, I could have the three books be parts of a song. (One of the other characters writes a piano piece for her and calls it Erin Incarnate. It's thematic!) But, I thought, if it was the first book's title, what would the others be?

I liked continuing with Erin In-something. I sort of liked Erin In Flight, but it made me think of airplanes, even if it did match the butterfly theme. When I discussed this with Christine, who was still awake (at the point she should have been sleeping for a few hours already), we pulled out dictionaries. Yep. Two sleep-deprived chicks with dictionaries and weird senses of humor.

Here are some options we came up with.

Inane
Inanimate
Inaudible
Inauspicious
Inbound (matches In Flight)
Ingrate
Insync
Incandescent
Integral
Invite
Insane
Insect
Incinerate
Indecisive
Inebriated
Infernal
Inquisitive
Incomplete
Inglorious
INCONCEIVABLE
Indestructible
Indignant
Insecure
Insufferable
Insatiable
Indescribable
Indecent
Incredible
Incombustible

Yeah, we didn't decide anything, but we had fun.
 
 
Tunes: Marunae Pi - E.S. Posthumus
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 06:43 am
For earlier installments, click here

To: Gina Minetti
From: Justin Landau
Subject: Write-up

Dear Gina,

I’ve tried to be as complete as possible. Let me know if you think it needs more details or if something isn’t clear.

I don’t know how the pilot managed to land the helicopter on the lotus on the ruby lake. I was sure we were all in for a horrific, fiery death, but after about five tries, he actually brought it down on the platform.

It felt like we were in an iron foundry. The air was shimmering with the heat; it hurt to breathe. The captain from the state security services told us to wait by the helicopter and started walking down the platform. At the far end, I could just about make out a little structure, built like one of the old coastal shrines (totally incongruous for the mountains, but then, I don’t think anyone ever thought the government was genuinely attempting to accommodate mountain religious traditions when it built this prison).

“I’m not staying here,” M-- said. “The security guys K-- wrote to me about were always horrible. I’m afraid that man might hurt her.” She ran after the captain, and I followed, fearing not so much what the captain might do as that K-- might already be dead, conditions being what they were, and wondering how to handle the situation if that turned out to be the case. Read more... )


 
 
Tunes: Gossip: Heavy Cross
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 12:43 am
One of those little reminders that I'm not in Kansas (read: Dorset) anymore:

plug gauge

On this most American of holidays, I always get that feeling, just a little,. Juggling multiple national cultures in your head/heart gives moments of strangeness, however positive one may feel most of the time.

BTW, where I grew up you measured spark plug gaps with a set of feeler gauges, not with one of the above. These days, I don't use either tool; no time to do any of my own car work. The gauge in the pic is something I retrieved from a roadside when out running one Saturday a.m. Took me a while to figure out what it was.
 
 
Emotions: still thankful
Tunes: the Beeb
 
 
26 November 2009 @ 11:31 pm
I was watching a dorama today, and I think a character used パート to refer to a part-time job. Has anyone else heard this? Is this starting to take root? And is there any difference between パート and バイト/アルバイト, or is it just a matter of fashion?
 
 
26 November 2009 @ 01:58 pm
Hi,

I'm not sure where else to post this... I bought my dad a bottle of sake in Japan, and on the back is the instructions on the proper ways to drink it. It gives little pictures and temperatures for cold, room temp, warm, and hot. Some of the pictures have two red circles over them, and some only have one. I'm guessing it's the difference between "better" and "best", but which one is which? Thanks^^
 
 
Tunes: this really annoying woman my mother invited >.o
 
 
26 November 2009 @ 01:04 pm
(It's big, it's scary, it happened at Thanksgiving ... It's not over yet)

Today I am thankful for:
*Just missing the 9:51 commuter rail in Port Chester
*The extremely kind hospital staff at Manchester Memorial Hospital in Manchester, Connecticut
*Opiates
*Beautiful weather and gorgeous scenery at daybreak
*Moss
*My family and friends
*Signs indicating the nearest hospital, which actually do their job
*Did I mention opiates?

What I did over my Thanskgiving Vacation )
 
 
Emotions: drained
 
 
26 November 2009 @ 09:52 am
I have Google Wave invites if anyone wants one (leave your email addie in comments, screened)
 
 
26 November 2009 @ 09:34 am
To those who celebrate it! Enjoy your turkey.
 
 
26 November 2009 @ 10:49 am
I have eight invites if you want Google Wave. I think I've mostly sent them already to friends I thought would like them (if I missed you, I'm sorry; I'll get you when the next batch of invites comes in), so these are open to good homes. Leave a comment with your gmail screen name and I'll send one over.

--

Three One left.

All gone!
 
 
Tunes: Drought - Vienna Teng
 
 
25 November 2009 @ 09:31 pm
You know the drill:

Leave me a comment saying "Resistance is Futile."
• I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can satisfy my curiosity.
• Update your journal with the answers to the questions.
• Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions.

These are from [info]lidocafe

1. What musical pick/fave do you rarely, if ever,admit to anyone?

I have a soft spot for musical theatre, and have been known to appreciate Andrew Lloyd Weber (shock! horror!) "memories... all alone in the moonlight..."

2. What sorts of things do you lie about?

Mostly pretty insignificant little things, like, oh, I'm not feeling well, when really I'm just feeling slothful. Sometimes I lie to protect my privacy - mostly lies of omission rather than outright falsehood.

3. You're giving a dinner party and inviting seven guests. You can have anyone you want, as long as each is real and still living. Who's coming to dinner?

Oh my. That's so hard, because people that I would be interested in meeting individually might be absolutely awful together. Or there might be awkward silences. Or they might all hate me... Tom Stoppard, Ursula Le Guin, Joss Whedon, Ian McKellan, Helen Mirren, Richard Gere, you (will you come?). hahahaha.

4. If you had a chance to make a speech to be televised internationally, in what topic would you hold forth?

Good grief. I think a gentle plea for tolerance.

5. What is your oldest friendship and why do you think it's lasted this long?

If I think about _real_ friendship, and not just exchanging Christmas cards, then my friends kp and mkb and me, who have been friends for more than thirty years. And I've known kp even longer, but we weren't really "friends" then, only classmates. The three of us have been through so much together - illness, deaths, abusive relationships, love affairs, heartbreak, disappointments, being really pissed off with one another, really bad Chinese food, travelling, hiking through mud, crazy drinking, road trips. And we're still there. I can't imagine life without either of them.
 
 
26 November 2009 @ 12:22 am
I will be enjoying nephews and turkey and ninja. I hope you do not leave out the ninja in all of your celebrations; after all, they are the reason for the season.

Cheers!
 
 
25 November 2009 @ 11:56 pm
Students were leaving campus already yesterday to get home for the break, and today it felt a bit like a ghost town. Attendance at my classes was about 50%; by the end of the day I think I was the only one left on the whole floor.

So I felt especially appreciative of whoever thought to leave this in the mailroom for folks who were teaching today:

よい感謝祭を
 
 
Emotions: savoring the hols in prospect
Tunes: CBC's AIH on American Thanksgiving
 
 
25 November 2009 @ 09:29 pm


As promised, here is Part 2.

The Incroyables and Merveilleuses are my favorites, gosh I tell ya. What they wore was once a political statement, but then they gave up on making statements, and that was a statement. Or some such.


stoorree
 
 
25 November 2009 @ 03:48 pm
Princess Itou, writing in the mid-9th century to her son, Ariwara no Narihira, when he was too busy at court to visit:


    so old am I   that
inevitable time of
    parting draws near   and
my desire to see you   my
dear   grows ever more intense


His reply:


    I wish there were no
inevitable partings
    in this world   for the
sake of the children who pray for
their parents' eternal life


Translated by Rodd and Henkenius, original texts:

oinureba
saranu wakare mo
ari to ieba
iyoiyo mimaku
hoshiki kimi kana


yo no naka ni
srarnu wakare no
naku no gana
chiyo mo to nageku
hito no ko no tame
 
 
25 November 2009 @ 11:36 am
Well, I am not finishing it this month, which, to be honest, does not bother me in the least. NaNo, for me is all about solidarity, struggling with the folk who are going to try to get 50K in a month that includes Thanksgiving (happy, to you who celebrate. There's another post in this, but we'll get to that), which, let's face it, eats most of a week you can't afford to lose if you are not a high volume scribbler. And I am not. Only sometimes, I am. Not this month. This NaNo was also to get me motivated enough to pick up where I left off and keep running with it. And I am. I also got to use it as an excuse to step back from Autumn War and get a little perspective on that, which has proved *very* valuable. All in all, a very good experience, this year. Now I just have to finish some things...
 
 
25 November 2009 @ 07:38 am
herostratic - adj., of a person, out to be famous at any cost.


Herostratus was a man who set fire to the Temple of Artemis in Ephesus who defended his actions as his way of becoming known throughout history. In response, not only was he executed, but mentioning his name became punishable by death. However, the historian Theopompus recorded it anyway, making herostratic fame a phrase in many languages for doing something infamous just to be famous. It can be argued that some acts of terrorism are herostratic. I pronounce it he-roh-STRA-tik, but I dunno if that's right.

I'll be out for the Stateside holidays -- back Monday with more.

---L.
 
 
25 November 2009 @ 09:22 am
I was wondering... I know I need 60% (= 240 points) to pass JLPT 3.

Does that mean that I need to have at least 60% in each section or simply just an average of above 60%?

I usually get 80-90% in the first two sections, but the third one... 65% on a good day, around 55% on a bad day. Is it possible to pass, even if the most important section gets only 55%?
Working with previous exams, my results are ~300 points, even though I'm failing at grammar. So, being an idiot at grammar is okay - or not? (I know it's not okay, but just for this test...)
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25 November 2009 @ 01:01 am
two funny cartoons from [info]shikuchi  
[info]shikuchi got The Talk from the guidance counsellor, I guess, and created this cartoon, which made me laugh. It was like that when I went through high school, too.

cartoon behind cut, because it's big )

(Here's the cartoon in her journal.)

And earlier, she defined the parameters of cute....

the cartoon )

(Here it is in her journal.)

When it grows arms, it is no longer cute.

Furthermore, because [info]shikuchi is Queen of Vocaloid Singing and All Things Similar, she found these wonderful videos, "Autotune the News"--news clips, sung with autotune. My favorite is this one. "We get to choose, we get to choose!! Will we choose liberty, or will we choose tyranny?" (It all depends who gets to be the tyrant!)

Have fun everyone.
 
 
Emotions: happy
Tunes: Autotune Keith Olberman
 
 
25 November 2009 @ 02:24 pm
It's nearly upon us now! I'm sitting the Level 2 test on the 6th of December and I'm slightly losing my nerve.

For all those participating, how's your study going? Are you confident? Are you pissing your pants? (like me)

I'm mainly concerned about my grammar so I bought this book from amazon.jp. I'd love to know what other materials people are using to study.
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24 November 2009 @ 10:54 pm
I'm going on a journey to Japan the year Miyazawa Kenji died.

I am prepared; I have the official guide, with maps, from J.G.R. (later JNR, then JR).

My companion will be Takuboku, who suggests for an itinerary Hakodate, Otaru, Sapporo and Kushiro.

地図

蟹に To a crab
-- 石川啄木 -- Ishikawa Takuboku

潮満ちくれば穴に入り、
潮落ちゆけば這ひいでて、
ひねもす横にあゆむなる
東の海の砂浜の
かしこき蟹よ、今此処を
運命の浪にさらわれて
心のづしの灯明の
汝れが眼よりも小やかに
滅えみ明るみすなる子の、
行方も知らに、草臥れて
辿りゆくとは、知るや、知らずや

When the tide runs full, you go into your hole;
and when the tide falls back, you come crawling out;
all day long you make your sideways steps--
o sagacious crustacean
of the eastern ocean's sandy shore: do you know that now,
swept from here by the waves of fate, this kid
--in the sconce of his heart the votive flame
flickering out or flaring up,
fainter even than your tiny eyes--
not knowing what lies ahead, falling down tired,
must make his hesitant way onward -- I wonder, do you know?

(May 1907; translation mine)

ETA: Nov. 26--added Takuboku's original text and revised translation
 
 
Emotions: end of week tired
Tunes: laptop cooling fan cycling on and off
 
 
24 November 2009 @ 04:37 pm
1. Even though I have the overall arcs planned, it still gives me plenty of new things to squeak over. *bounce!* Characters! You are too cute! (Your angst is delicious to me.)

2. Lines like, "That was the first time a dragon had killed him."

3.
Bobby through the bars

Wait, that's a ferret! Oh well. Close enough. (Imaginary post: How stories are like ferrets.)
 
 
24 November 2009 @ 06:35 am
Here's a question, or rather a multiplicity of questions for anyone interested. Have you seen the Twilight movies, and what did you think?

I haven't seen either of them. I have commented before that I read the first book, and skimmed some of the second; I enjoyed the first though I ended up skimming a lot. But it did not offend my feminist sensibilities, nor did I regard it in horror--hey, when I was a young teen, Doris Day movies were what the adults pointed at as role model stuff. And those Stepford moms in Leave it to Beaver, etc. And look what happened to my generation, teens in the sixties.

I think I would have loved Twilight as a thirteen year old, because the emotional core of the story seems to me very thirteen in so many ways. Even the famous scene of Edward creeping into her room to watch her sleep was not as nasty as it could be (and I knew a stalkery guy who used to break into his crushes homes and watch them sleep, and leave a little love token for them to find, so I know that horror) because of Bella's thrill at the idea--in other words, implicit consent. It's a wish fulfillment fantasy. I read it early enough that no one was talking about it, so the sparkly vamp was a surprise--and I thought it was a lovely moment.

But as an older adult, I just wasn't the audience for the series, so I didn't read the rest.

So anyway, what I'm wondering is, if the younger generations are seeing the movies, and what you think? Are the movies a different experience than reading the books?
 
 
24 November 2009 @ 07:28 am
baneberry - n., any of several perennial herbs of the genus Actaea (in the buttercup family) with large compound leaves, spikes of small white flowers, and acrid poisonous red or white berries; one of the berries.


Also called bugbane, but that really isn't as interesting. Native to northern temperate regions. So called from around 1750 because it's poisonous -- bane being from a right old Anglo-Saxon root bana, meaning slayer (as in Beowulf Grendelsbane), now used in the original sense only in combinations such as this and wolfsbane, its other uses being somewhat diluted ("the bane of my existence"). Here, have some pictures. The white ones are especially striking.

---L.
 
 
24 November 2009 @ 07:26 am
Barcelona is great. We spent three nights here, and in a couple hours I'll be leaving for London again. But I really enjoyed it here. They've got a crazy Bike system where you pay for a year subscription and you can just grab a bike from these racks on almost any street corner, and drop them off anywhere else that has a rack. The racks aren't very big, which seems to me like it might cause troubles during really busy times, but otherwise it's kind of an awesome system.
 
 
23 November 2009 @ 11:44 pm
It's already Thanksgiving in Japan--Labor Thanksgiving ('gratitude to the worker' day), that is. I shall raise my glass and toast the worker as soon as I'm done for the day, too. But before I head home, another bookshop tag for the series:

Kijindô bookshop tag

This one is doubly unusual: it's made from a hand-carved print, and it includes a tanka.

やまかげを  立ちのぼりゆく  夕烟
  わが日の本の くらしなりけり

The poem is by Yasuda Yojûrô 保田与重郎 (1910-1981); it appears in his Bokutan bokubo shû 木丹木母集. You can just see his seal between the two lines of the poem -- so maybe it's his own carving and illustration, and lettering? Could be, timewise. The bookshop ('Hall of Eccentrics') is still in business, though the phone number has changed.

Evening smoke
rising up through the shadows
of the mountains--
and me, I spend my days here
in this Japan, down by the fire
 
 
Locale: not home
Emotions: got to go home!
Tunes: creaking chair and knees
 
 
23 November 2009 @ 07:56 pm
I wonder what that quiet clergyman's daughter would have thought about all the mash-ups, continuations, and imaginative treatments of her own life. Judging from the sometimes quite wicked wit in her letters, she would probably have laughed.

Anyway, there are three of them I wanted to point out--especially if you know an Austen fan who doesn't mind liberties taken, and the holidays are coming up.

First MANSFIELD PARK AND MUMMIES: Monster Mayhem, Matrimony, Ancient Curses, True Love, and Other Dire Delights, written by Vera Nazarian, who crams a whole lot of mythology in with Austen's text, to hair-raising and crazed results. Werewoves--vamps--mummies--you name it, Mansfield Park gets them. I kept hearing this one read aloud, in suitably Monty Pythonesque voices. If you liked the zombies and the seamonsters, you have to try this one. (And Fanny gets to take action.)

Jane Bites Back, by Michael Thomas Ford. Due out later next month. Unlike the awful Darcy Vampyre book, this one showed evidence that the author was at least familiar with Austen's books, even if the supposed lost Austen novel showed no hint of either period flavor or Austen's style or wit. Maybe it was supposed to be leaden and cliche, which is why it had been rejected over a hundred times. Not quite sure where the writer was going there, unless a commentary on the bad taste of the popular reading public, but that's a tiny portion of an otherwise quite funny book about Jane Austen living in modern times because she is a vampire.

Who turned her, why, and who else got turned makes up part of the plot as Jane Austen enters the literary scene again after a two hundred year hiatus. I really enjoyed it. Looks like the book sets up for a sequel. Wise idea, as I'm certain with "Jane Austen" as a character, plus vampires, this will be an instant best-seller.

James Fairfax, by Adam Campan, I've mentioned before. I love how skillful Austen's text is subtly altered, at first with tiny changes that build to a different perspective on the familiar story. If you look at its Amazon and B&N reviews, you'll note that some homophobic busy bodies made it their business to tromp all around and slam it for daring to mix the "ew gay!" with Austen, though there is no evidence in the slams that anyone actually bothered to read the book. But Deborah J. Ross did read it.

Re Austen, I mentioned elsewhere a vague theory I had. Probably doesn't hold up much but it occurred to me that the relative popularity (or unpopularity) of Austen's heroines has more to do with the popularity of the men they picked than with the women. Fanny's stuffy cousin Edmund being the most boring, and Fanny the most hated; Mr. Knightley being ambivalently regarded because of falling in love with her when she was thirteen, urk, ugh, ew, and Edward being just plain dull. But Darcy and Wentworth gain their heroines major popularity . . . of course Lizzie Bennet is fun and funny, but Fanny Price actually exhibits more sense of humor than Anne Elliott, ethical objection to home theatrics while Sir Thomas is away notwithstanding.
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23 November 2009 @ 06:44 pm
Leave me a comment saying "Resistance is Futile."
• I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can satisfy my curiosity.
• Update your journal with the answers to the questions.
• Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions.

These are from [info]superfoo Read more... )
 
 
23 November 2009 @ 08:53 pm
between these branches
the moon peeks out, smiles on me
I try to smile back
explain it's the atmosphere
that keeps me from visiting
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Emotions: hypnotique
Tunes: Xploding Plastix - Donca Matic
 
 
23 November 2009 @ 06:14 pm
this unquenching thirst
forced to sip your poison lips
kagero you tease
beautiful angel of death
kiss me so I wake no longer

eternal slumber
devoid of gordian knots
arteries and veins
your thoughts forever tangle
my beating heart in your palms
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Emotions: contemplative
 
 
 
23 November 2009 @ 01:54 pm
Ages ago (nearly a month now), I said I would try to unpack my responses to this post by [info]mac_stone, but then November exploded all over the place (I was ill, my sister was moving, I had to travel, the list goes on), and I just wasn't up to making this post. Today, I'm going to try.

Like far too many other women of my acquaintance, I'm a survivor of sexual violence. I'm not going to go into any more detail on that right now, but I wanted to put it out there up front, so that you know where I'm coming from. Now, if you haven't read Mac's entry, this would be a good time to do that. Okay? Okay.

Mac can't imagine that any woman would draw and write this particular comic. I can.

When I first saw that comic on my friendslist (which acts as my catch-all rss reader), I thought it was funny, in part because it was true. I can think of several friends who have had that kind of thought, have told me about their frustrations in getting that one cute person to notice them, and I've sympathized. Now, as a rule, I don't talk to anyone in the wild unless I have to, but then I'm socially anxious and reserved. I moved to Boston for the comfortable level of expected social interaction with strangers (well, that and the weather, but still). But people vary, and I know others who love getting to know random strangers. And more than that, I know women who see the same people every day on their commute, and want to talk to them, or maybe even date them. It does happen.

As for the guy's side of it, I had the pleasure of meeting Randall Munroe a while ago, and he seemed like the sort of person who would think up a comic like that because he understands that it is absolutely necessary for men to think about how their approach might threaten a woman. And you know, I think at least some of them do. Not all of them, and not nearly enough of them, but some. My sister recently got a missed connection on Craigslist, for instance. A man had seen her in public, but didn't want to creepily hit on her then, so he put it out there on the internet in case she wanted to say hello. I don't think she did, because a lot of the stuff in Mac's post about women being wary of strange men is grounded in truth. She doesn't know who this guy is, and I don't think she wants to get into a situation where she'd a) be in danger, or b) have to do a lot of "please go away now" talking. I can totally understand both of those things. But you know what? Getting that missed connection was nice. It was non-threatening, and flattering. And I think the guy who wrote it knew that chatting her up when he first saw her would not necessarily be either of those things.

Now, having said all that, it's important to note that a lot of violence, sexual or otherwise, comes from people one already knows. I am keenly aware of this, and I'm cautious about who I trust. Maybe that's what makes me less concerned about strangers on trains than some other women seem to be. Or maybe it's that there are usually other people around in those situations. Put me into a subway car alone with a strange man, and I'll get very anxious if he pays me any attention. In a full car, I'll probably just be annoyed.

Now, back to my sister. She's cute, petite, and friendly, and she gets hit on all the time. In the last few weeks, on top of that missed connection, she's been asked out at least twice while she was on her way to work, and by two out of three apartment brokers (the third was a straight woman, in case you were wondering). In the past few weeks, I've been hit on by no one. I am, granted, not as conventionally attractive as my sister is, but what I think it really comes down to is that I tend to send "go away" signals. I read books, I listen to my ipod, I naturally adopt poses that serve to guard against contact rather than to welcome it.

My sister was obviously engaged in a non-contact-inviting activity when the missed connections guy saw her, but other times, she reads as open and approachable. And I don't know that it's bad that people ask her out. I think as long as they don't try to invade her space, and respect any signals she gives once they initiate contact, it's probably okay. And I think that's at the root of the XKCD strip. It's when people don't back off that things get really uncool.* This particularly happens with men a lot of the time, but is bad no matter which gender the initiator identifies as. Telling someone they have a cute netbook is one thing. Trying to force further conversation if the person ignores you or seems uncomfortable is another. But the thing is, most people really wouldn't bite someone's head off for a casual comment like that, and I think that's worth considering alongside the other stuff.

I was going to talk about earrings and Dan Savage and Disney Princesses, but I think this is enough for today. Maybe I'll come back to those things later. I welcome discussion in the comments, but please respect other commenters, okay? For a lot of us, this sort of thing is hard to talk about, and we really don't need people coming in and shouting at us when we get up the courage to say something.

*Like the time in France when a guy complimented me on the street late at night and got aggressive when I wouldn't acknowledge him. He eventually got right up in my face, and I pointed at my throat as if to say, "I have laryngitis! I can't possibly answer!" because I really, really didn't want him to know I was American. He thought I was mute, and then felt really awful and apologized copiously for having harassed a mute woman, which was good because it let me off the hook, but also, WTF? Why did he think it was okay to harass a woman as long as she wasn't mute? Seriously not cool.
 
 
23 November 2009 @ 10:07 am
Small beer Press offers instant best seller opportunities, priced for your pocket book!

BTW, any SFWA folks, or even just readers, don't forget one of the best books Small Beer put out this year, Greer Gilman's Cloud and Ashes. [info]peake's review.
 
 
23 November 2009 @ 11:12 am
We're going over this grammar point in my Japanese class right now and I'm not sure how to approach it.

a bit of background )

The grammar point says: "Indirect Questions: Yes-No Questions and Indirect Information Questions." I think I am over analyzing or missing something. I would really like suggestions on how to approach this and think about it.

Any and all help is appreciated.
 
 
Emotions: confused
 
 
23 November 2009 @ 07:34 am
This award-winning small press series of anthologies is struggling--so to try to get through the recession, they are going to subscription the way that so many magazines and books did in the late seventeen hundreds and early eighteen hundreds.

The quality of the stories is consistently lauded--here's hoping they can bring out the next volume, and rev up again. I'd really hate to see Wheatland go under.
 
 
23 November 2009 @ 07:25 am
nimiety - n., overabundance, excess, surplus; an instance of same.


Pronounced ni-MAY-i-tee, used since c. 1560, borrowed from Latin nimietās, from Latin nimius, too much (as an adjective), from nimis, too much (as an adverb). And I'll stop there lest I demonstrate the word.

---L.
 
 
23 November 2009 @ 07:43 am
For other installments, click here

Tuesday 11:10 am

Dear Mr. Dubois,

Mr. Landau is letting me use this little thing of his to send you messages. He’s the guy with the camera. It’s just him, Ms. Minetti, and me that are going to W--. I guess there’s not enough money to send bunches of people with cameras, but Ms. Minetti says it only takes one.

This thing is cool. You can make it do all kinds of stuff just by sliding your finger on it. You’ll get my messages as e-mail, Mr. Landau told me. Ms. Minetti said I should write about anything I feel like. I think she meant when we get to W--, but I’m going to start now.

It will take a long time to get to W--. It will be tomorrow when we get there.

Out the window of the plane, all I can see is a sea of cloud, that we’re up above. It looks like it would be fun to wade in, except there’s nothing for your feet to stand on. Nothing but air for thirty thousand feet, the pilot said.

Ms. Minetti gave me a phrase book, so I can learn to say some things in K--’s language. I’m going to practice now.




Wednesday 5:30 pm

We’ve landed. There were lots of people in uniforms and a man in a suit waiting to meet us, and also some people from news stations. Ms. Minetti squeezed my hand and said, “Give them your most powerful smile,” but I could only manage a little one. The man in the suit gave an even tinier one back and said that he was assistant vice minister of something or other and that it was his pleasure to welcome us and accompany us to our hotel. Read more... )


 
 
Tunes: The Knife: Like a Pen
 
 
23 November 2009 @ 05:16 am
Remember when I talked about art yarn and mentioned there were techniques for getting results you want, rather than random whatevers? But I couldn't tell you how to do it because I don't make it?

Jazzturtle put up a couple how-tos.

Corespinning.

Autowrapping and coreless corespinning.

Looks like she's got plans for more, but I thought a few of you might like to see proof there's actually a correct way to do it that makes the yarn both artsy and sturdy. (And if you wanted a few more examples of art yarn, skim through the photos on the rest of her blog. I'm not huge with the art yarn love, but hers usually makes me sit up and go, "Oh neat!")
 
 
Tunes: Between - Vienna Teng
 
 
23 November 2009 @ 07:24 am
Zombie Messenger bag:


Topatoco, the people who handle our shirts and prints and that new messenger bag pictured above, have posted the Christmas shipping deadlines for the various methods of having things shipped to you.

Also, almost any print on the site can be bought as a print, if there's one that you think someone will love, or one that really reminds you of them whether it's flattering or not. Christmas is a time for brutal honesty after all.
 
 
22 November 2009 @ 11:29 pm
Lured by the fragrance of the bag of fruit yet unused, I picked out half a dozen of the quinces-- now bag-ripened to a softer hue--and prepared them for [info]asakiyume to cook up.

Easy as 1, 2, 3 -- a delicious quincidence:

Quincidence


With whipped cream (thanks to the Healing angel), a real treat.
 
 
Locale: encouched
Emotions: grate-full
Tunes: spacemusic
 
 
22 November 2009 @ 01:46 pm
Leave me a comment saying "Resistance is Futile."
• I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can satisfy my curiosity.
• Update your journal with the answers to the questions.
• Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions.

These questions are from [info]a_d_medievalist

1. Why beardies?
I first heard about them from a woman I shared a flat with in Toronto. She was a dog lover, and had had a Kerry Blue terrier (called Torquil) growing up, but said she had always fancied bearded collies. I looked them up, and was attracted by the look, and then, when I was looking for a new dog and researching breeds, their personalities ("joyous" is in the breed standard) appealed to me, too. Certainly I don't think I've ever had a _nicer_ dog, though they can be difficult (they are that deadly combination of very bright, independent, easily bored and stubborn). They are wonderful dogs, though, worth all the high maintenance.

2. Have you always lived where you are now?

No. I lived in England until I was seven, and have also spent a summer in Ottawa, two years in Toronto (grad school, the first time round), and two years in China. But otherwise, yes ;-)

3. Detective series? Which ones?

I'm not a huge mystery fan, but yes, there are a few series that I've really enjoyed. First and foremost, Dorothy L. Sayers. I read ALL of those when I was in my twenties, and have reread them several times with great pleasure. My mum introduced me to Reginald Hill, and I've consistently enjoyed his characters and the literary quality of his writing (he studied English at Oxford, I think, and it shows). I love Ian Rankin's Rebus novels (surprisingly read on the recommendation of a colleague at work with whom I very seldom agree) - they are dark and gritty and realistic, and really not my kind of book at all, but I always enjoy them. Rebus is such a great character. I have also liked some of Elizabeth George, although her books are not always equally good. I like the ones that feature Barbara Havers more than the impossibly good looking noble hero whose name escapes me.

4. If you could retire tomorrow, would you? What would you do?

In a hearbeat, if I could do so and still afford to travel and buy books and organic food and good gin. I mean, I love my job, but I have so many other interests that I'd love to have the time to indulge. I'd write more, and I'd take photographs every day and have an absolutely beautiful garden, and bake bread and possibly take up knitting.

5. Are you coming to the Zoo this year so we can meet up?

I doubt it, sadly. I'm thinking vaguely about going to Sirens, in Colorado, in October, and that will take some of my PD budget for next year. It's so bloody expensive to go to the Zoo, and the conference itself doesn't have the same level of interest for me as it no doubt has for you and other d-m's. I think it's more on the cards that we'll be in England again at the same time before too much time goes by.
 
 
22 November 2009 @ 02:06 pm
    Although, yes, I had
heard before about the road
    taken in the end,
I did not think, yesterday,
that I would take it today.


Original by Ariwara no Narihira, also collected as Ise monogatari #125, where it is said to be his death verse:


Tsui ni yuku
michi to wa kanete
kikishikado
kinou kyou to wa
omowazarishi o
 
 
22 November 2009 @ 01:37 pm
1. Argh! I have 75k to fill up. I don't have nearly enough story for that!

2. Wow, I was wrong. I'm going to fill up 75k exactly. It's going to be perfect!

3. Gulp. This story is much too big. I hope I can fit it into 75k.

4. Repeat step 1.

5. Repeat step 3.

6. Repeat steps 4 and 5 until manuscript is finished.

--

Last night, I reached an arbitrary goal and felt my brain slip from step 3 to 4.

OMC PANIC WOE DRAGONS WOE PANIC OMC!

Yes, ERIN INCARNATE is moving right along.
 
 
22 November 2009 @ 01:14 pm
Our microwave started singing in weird harmonics yesterday. Strange tones, some as clear as struck crystal, others more grating. You can hear it here (27 seconds)



Later I was listening to some music I got from [info]sovay, a piece called "Plight (The Spiraling of Winter Ghosts)," by David Sylvian and Holgar Czukay, and I realized, this is what the microwave was trying to sing. Whatever winter ghosts were inspiring David Sylvian and Holgar Czukay must have visited the microwave, yesterday.

Today, it's just an ordinary microwave again.


 
 
Tunes: David Sylvian and Holgar Czukay: Plight