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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You're welcome!
(The horse is gorgeous, but wow. they must use a lot of product on that mane)
It's like it has a horse-sized mane on a pony-sized head.
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I will never forget.
Edit: my poor child can speak correctly now, for the most past. Are hossieponies and foderra hats the wages of parenthood?
It may be so, although I rather like the concept of the foderra.
(Don't forget "Goodnight, stabby horse!")