מחנות גײען, גײען, גײען אין בעם קאַמף צום זיג פֿאָרױס
I am physically in very bad shape right now and therefore mentally-emotionally not doing so great either, but I thought it would be nice if I shared some stuff that did not make me feel worse.
1. Thanks to![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
skygiants linking this rowdily rousing arrangement of "In Ale Gasn/Daloy Politsey," I discovered the marvelous documentary it came from: Pacific Street Films' Free Voice of Labor: The Jewish Anarchists (1980). Does what says on tin. Based on the scene excerpted therein, it also looks as though I should try to follow up with the Yiddish pre-Code union drama Uncle Moses (אנקל מאזעס, 1932).
2. Thanks to last night's Zoom withselkie, I now know about the five gaits of the Icelandic horse. The tölt and the skeið make perfect sense of Sleipnir.
(Also, I can now Zoom again. This was not the case for about a week after the latest upgrade removed its ability to run on Bertie Owen. As of yesterday, I have an iPad on long-term loan: I don't plan to use it as anything other than a magic talkie window because everything about the tablet experience neurologically gives me hives, but the magic talkie window is indispensable right now.)
3. Mamaleh's has reopened for limited, online-ordered takeout. I am just so glad they haven't closed.
In small personal victories, I knew as soon as I saw this cover art that it reminded me of a Magic card. I was wrong that the relevant expansion was The Dark (1994), but I was right that it was an artifact by Mark Tedin: Chaos Orb. My brain has felt so much like a wrung-out sponge lately, I feel genuinely accomplished about this. In rather larger annoyances, I am sick of simply not being able not to have PTSD triggered by something I should enjoy.
1. Thanks to
skygiants linking this rowdily rousing arrangement of "In Ale Gasn/Daloy Politsey," I discovered the marvelous documentary it came from: Pacific Street Films' Free Voice of Labor: The Jewish Anarchists (1980). Does what says on tin. Based on the scene excerpted therein, it also looks as though I should try to follow up with the Yiddish pre-Code union drama Uncle Moses (אנקל מאזעס, 1932). 2. Thanks to last night's Zoom with
selkie, I now know about the five gaits of the Icelandic horse. The tölt and the skeið make perfect sense of Sleipnir.(Also, I can now Zoom again. This was not the case for about a week after the latest upgrade removed its ability to run on Bertie Owen. As of yesterday, I have an iPad on long-term loan: I don't plan to use it as anything other than a magic talkie window because everything about the tablet experience neurologically gives me hives, but the magic talkie window is indispensable right now.)
3. Mamaleh's has reopened for limited, online-ordered takeout. I am just so glad they haven't closed.
In small personal victories, I knew as soon as I saw this cover art that it reminded me of a Magic card. I was wrong that the relevant expansion was The Dark (1994), but I was right that it was an artifact by Mark Tedin: Chaos Orb. My brain has felt so much like a wrung-out sponge lately, I feel genuinely accomplished about this. In rather larger annoyances, I am sick of simply not being able not to have PTSD triggered by something I should enjoy.
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As far as I can tell from watching videos of Icelandic horses in shows and competitions, that just appears to be the size relationship of the horse to an average human. Which is nuts, but apparently they are just that strong. Viking-bred.