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A quiet evening with cats and lemon ice. There is real snow crusted in the streets outside, glittering under the LED streetlights that look like stage lighting or movie sets, high-definition backlots. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
greygirlbeast recently mourned the loss of the "baby aspirin light" of sodium-vapor lamps, the smudge-orange light pollution of my childhood. It certainly changes the color of the overcast sky. And the light that reflects through an apartment at night.
1. Steven Moffat on the new season of Sherlock in a post-Brexit, post-Trump world: "If fiction has a role to play in this, and I'm not such a fatuous oaf that I think it really does, I think we have to start saying what being a hero constitutes. Being a hero isn't being bigger, richer, more powerful than somebody else. It's being wiser and kinder . . . I think it's time for the less-of-a-dick Sherlock." My first and totally uncharitable reaction: if Moffat has finally gotten through his head that it is possible for a person to be both a brilliant human being and not a total jerk, then that's no small step in his own character development, since he has appeared embarrassingly impervious to the concept for years. Also, I might actually watch the new season. Or I might just see if my mother still has tapes of Jeremy Brett.
2. Long-form journalism exists and this is one of the things it looks like: Ta-Nehisi Coates' "My President Was Black."
3. The Smithsonian considers how American journalists covered the rise of Hitler and Mussolini. Matthew Cheney did something similar a few days after the election. Consensus: our track record is pretty terrible.
4. Oh, good: I'm not the only person wondering where the Democrats collectively went. Anybody got newer information since?
5. Coutesy ofmoon_custafer: humpback whales breaching to feed from a bubble net or the kin of Leviathan rising at the end of days, your call.
I am listening to a lot of Tanglefoot lately, thanks toladymondegreen. I did not remember until it came around on the iTunes that I had heard "Vimy" once before, in high school: none of the verses were familiar to me, but the haunting twist of the chorus was suddenly there like a nightmare I'd forgotten. You'll die in Kenora, Billy—you, Jim, in Winnipeg. And I will end my days in Montreal. As a result I have played it about two dozen times since yesterday. I think I must have run into it on the radio; it reminds me of the first time I heard Phil Och's "Crucifixion," which could have haunted me for years with one line and the chorus if my parents hadn't owned almost all of his records on vinyl. For somewhat less spooky reasons, "Awkward Donald" and "Secord's Warning" are also stuck in my head. New music is a good thing.
greygirlbeast recently mourned the loss of the "baby aspirin light" of sodium-vapor lamps, the smudge-orange light pollution of my childhood. It certainly changes the color of the overcast sky. And the light that reflects through an apartment at night.1. Steven Moffat on the new season of Sherlock in a post-Brexit, post-Trump world: "If fiction has a role to play in this, and I'm not such a fatuous oaf that I think it really does, I think we have to start saying what being a hero constitutes. Being a hero isn't being bigger, richer, more powerful than somebody else. It's being wiser and kinder . . . I think it's time for the less-of-a-dick Sherlock." My first and totally uncharitable reaction: if Moffat has finally gotten through his head that it is possible for a person to be both a brilliant human being and not a total jerk, then that's no small step in his own character development, since he has appeared embarrassingly impervious to the concept for years. Also, I might actually watch the new season. Or I might just see if my mother still has tapes of Jeremy Brett.
2. Long-form journalism exists and this is one of the things it looks like: Ta-Nehisi Coates' "My President Was Black."
3. The Smithsonian considers how American journalists covered the rise of Hitler and Mussolini. Matthew Cheney did something similar a few days after the election. Consensus: our track record is pretty terrible.
4. Oh, good: I'm not the only person wondering where the Democrats collectively went. Anybody got newer information since?
5. Coutesy of
moon_custafer: humpback whales breaching to feed from a bubble net or the kin of Leviathan rising at the end of days, your call.I am listening to a lot of Tanglefoot lately, thanks to
ladymondegreen. I did not remember until it came around on the iTunes that I had heard "Vimy" once before, in high school: none of the verses were familiar to me, but the haunting twist of the chorus was suddenly there like a nightmare I'd forgotten. You'll die in Kenora, Billy—you, Jim, in Winnipeg. And I will end my days in Montreal. As a result I have played it about two dozen times since yesterday. I think I must have run into it on the radio; it reminds me of the first time I heard Phil Och's "Crucifixion," which could have haunted me for years with one line and the chorus if my parents hadn't owned almost all of his records on vinyl. For somewhat less spooky reasons, "Awkward Donald" and "Secord's Warning" are also stuck in my head. New music is a good thing.