The planting of tomatoes!

2026-06-07 15:45
umadoshi: (tomatoes 03)
[personal profile] umadoshi
It took us three stops on Friday to get enough tomato seedlings, but we did it. ^_^ the buying and planting of five tomato seedlings and a few other things! )
aurumcalendula: closeup of Zhuang Wujiu and Nan Yanzhi from the mini drama Cage of Shadows (sparring)
[personal profile] aurumcalendula
poster for the cdrama Cage of Shadows

(23 × ~15 minute episodes)
Nan Yanzhi infiltrates the mysterious Lingya Tower to find an antidote, navigating its deadly challenges with assistance from her mentor Zhuang Wujiu and allies she makes along the way.

Read more... )

Star City 1.03

2026-06-07 17:26
selenak: (Claudia and Elizabeth by Tinny)
[personal profile] selenak
The Soviet Union based spin-off continues apace. This episode puts the spotlight on some different characters than the first two, while providing one of the answers to the set up questions already.

Clearly, someone in the scriptwriting team likes The Lives of Others a lot, and I approve )

In conclusion: Another suspenseful episode of the John Le Carré meets Space Exploration show!

The unco-operative bank

2026-06-07 14:34
shewhomust: (ayesha)
[personal profile] shewhomust
A month ago - on the first Sunday in May - We returned from the farmers' market to find two messages on the answering machine, both claiming to be from bank security, and asking me to call a number I didn't recognise. Since the farmers' market is the one occasion when I make a lot of card payments, it seemed possible that I had triggered some kind of check, but I was wary of calling that unknown number. Instead I called the phone number on my card, and worked my way through the procedure until I was speaking to an actual person, who was able to look at my record and see what had happened. Yes, she said, one of my payments had been suspect. Which one was it? It was, it turned out, not any of the various market traders but the Co-op store. We both laughed at this, and she confirmed that the flag had been removed from my card.

Today being, once again, the first Sunday in the month, I set off for the farmers' market assuming that I had now reassured my bank about anomalous payments that this might occasion. Silly me.

The lady who bakes the pies was having trouble with her terminal, so when my payment was refused it seemed possible that the problem was hers, not mine; [personal profile] durham_rambler used his card, and no harm done. I had no difficulty at the butcher's (Broom House) or the cheesemakers, I paid cash for two small purchases (samosas and gooseberries) and then was refused again at te Scandinavian bakery, and [personal profile] durham_rambler had to step in again. Finally across the road to the Co-op store, where neither the cashpoint outside nor the till would work for me.

So I wasn't surprised, when we got home, to find that message from bank security on the answering machine; and since I did now recognise that number, I called it. This was a much smoother process, because I didn't have to fight my way through to speaking to a person; but it was also much less reassuring, because it ending with the mechanical voice cheerfully telling me that my card had now been cleared - but that security might intervene again if the occasion arose. My card, in other words, is perfectly valid, as long as I don't try to use it.

This isn't the end of the world: I have another card (on a different account with a different bank) but it is annoying, and I need to find a way to take it up with the bank. Which is one reason for making a record of it here.
poliphilo: (Default)
[personal profile] poliphilo
 Here's a song you don't hear much any more-  Bobby Shaftoe.

When I was a nipper we used to sing it in and out of school.  Pretty little tune, easy to sing.

I came across a version on Youtube yesterday- performed by a couple of Geordies calling themselves Blaydon Aces. They were pictured on the banks of the Tyne with the Baltic Gallery in the the background. Sweet!

"Funny," says Ailz, "It's clearly a woman's song but it's always performed by men".

But it's also a sailor song.  And your average 19th century sailor didn't suffer too much from gender anxiety. Besides, where would you find the women to do the singing on board a Tyne Collier?

One thing that always bothered me was the "silver buckles on his knee."

I thought that sounded painful. I mean, how were they attached? With staples perhaps? Poor Bobby.
thistleingrey: (Default)
[personal profile] thistleingrey
I have skipped over garment patterns before, many times, when it seemed implausible that I would need to start with one of the largest pattern sizes, given that my torso circumference is usually near (though not upon) the other end of a pattern's size range.

For my current freestyle project, initially I chose not to look at the starting stitch counts, only the pattern's schematic and cover photo, for a sense of where the garment's neckline is expected to be on its model. t-shirt neckband, but )

I may need to knit Yorlin's yoke as written just to figure out how to upend almost everything about it. Visualizing what the pattern instructions say is fine, but I'm not cool enough also to visualize how successive edits would go.
sholio: (B5-station)
[personal profile] sholio
I finished that Season 5 AU WIP! Finally!

The Living and the Damned (23K, Londo/G'Kar, mature-rated)
Fixit (of sorts) going AU in 5x18.

Some thoughts on writing WIPs under the cut (not spoilery for this fic in particular, more like general musings).

Under here )

I don't know - what do you all think? Do you post WIPs? Do you read WIPs? It's been a long time since I've been in a fandom that had a lot of WIPs, prior to getting into Murderbot last year, which is almost like old-school ffn/LJ fandom with its very high number of WIPs. Including a lot of unfinished ones! And that's part of what got me back into posting some of my longer fic in WIP form, because there is a certain excitement and energy to it that I miss. Plus, in non-fandom spaces, I've enjoyed serialized media for a very long time (comics, webcomics, TV shows, etc). But it is obviously not without its down side, and I don't think I was prepared for how much trouble I was going to have finishing things when they're being written WIP-style.
radiantfracture: Small painting of Penguin book (Books post)
[personal profile] radiantfracture


I have to leave the house sometime. I sent myself downtown to pick up more black ink and paper for loon prints. On impulse, I leapt onto the #6 bus instead of the homeward vessel and rode out along Quadra through a sudden pelting rainstorm. Riding the bus suits my habitual (and currently intensified) feelings of displacement and liminality.

I got out at Royal Oak Shopping Centre, a disorientingly centreless mass of self-spawning plazas.

The attraction of the Royal Oak is the Smart Bookshop, a longstanding proper old-fashioned used bookstore. In the literature section, this unassuming black hardcover caught my eye:



I opened Mörder Guss Reims: The Gustave Leberwurst Manuscript (1981) to a random page and found a curiously over-annotated poem in German. I only glanced at the German, and I could not make sense of it, but the ratio of annotation to poem had a real Pale Fire shimmer. Sincere? In-? Either way, desirable.



I thought: yes, this is clearly the book I came in here for. I paid my $5 and left with it tucked into my bag.

I did not work out the trick, because I did not try sounding out the cod German. (Try it!)

Just now I web-searched and found out what sort of artefact this is. It is a remarkably poker-faced object in both design and presentation. However, the copyright page gives the game away:



Macaronic literature! Facetiae!

I do think this John Hulme must be a Nabokov fan. I have not yet been able to find out anything about him online, except that this seems to have been his Own Particular Genre. (I do not think he can be the contemporary author/director of the same name, since he would have had to publish this book at the age of 12.)

§rf§

Streetlight Shadows

2026-06-06 22:44
gullyfoyle: (Default)
[personal profile] gullyfoyle
Here's some of the funkiness that can result when a broadleaf tree grows up around a streetlight that consists of multiple LEDs.

Dept. of Family

2026-06-06 18:12
kaffy_r: From BSG reboot, picture of Athena, Karl Agathon and their daughter Hera. (Athena and Helo and Hera)
[personal profile] kaffy_r
Big Sky Country

Andy called this morning while on the road. They were, at the time, heading for Billings, Montana. Based on the things he didn't say, the drive hasn't been as smooth they hoped for, but that didn't surprise me. This was never going to be nearly the easy journey I know they hoped for. But they haven't been in a crash, and they haven't defenestrated each other out of a moving car. 

And there were positive things. They spent an hour at Glacier National Park, and Andy took pictures of the sky as they traveled east. "It really is big sky country," he said, and I could hear just a bit of wonder in his voice as he said that. I predict that this time next year, when most of the boxes have been opened and their home looks and feels like a home, he and Emily will remember the wonder of Montana's sky, and consider the rest of first 36 hours worthy of being in anecdotes rather than giving them headaches. 

I'm looking forward to more calls - at least two, before they hit Illinois. We'll see if my estimate is correct in a while. 

I don't believe I've shared recent pictures of Harlan and Julian. Since Andy put this one up on Facebook recently, I'm happy to put it up here. Andy is a really good photographer of children, and it shows in this image. 





Urgh

2026-06-06 22:21
dhampyresa: (Default)
[personal profile] dhampyresa
I hate how DNFing a book means I stop reading/wanting to read for some time afterwards. Like. What's up with that?! Just because one book is bad doesn't mean all books (or even comics) are bad. That's not how that works! That's not how any of this works!

Nebulas / Tony Head

2026-06-06 14:09
gwynnega: (WG doorway back)
[personal profile] gwynnega
This weekend I'm doing an online Nebula panel and watching online programming for both the Nebula and the Stoker conventions. My panel will be at 8 a.m. my time tomorrow (so I hope I will be awake):

Speculative Poetry: Current and Forthcoming Trends (with Mari Ness and Wendy Van Camp)
Join our panelists as they discuss the vibrant, growing field of contemporary speculative poetry. What have they seen in the latest zines and books? How are speculative poets navigating the swiftly changing internet and social media environments? And how - and where - are they publishing or performing their poetry?


Meanwhile, I've been so sad about the death of Anthony Stewart Head. I keep playing this beautiful song from the "Once More With Feeling" episode of Buffy.

Recent reading

2026-06-06 16:15
troisoiseaux: (reading 11)
[personal profile] troisoiseaux
Finished Famesick by Lena Dunham, which I really.... enjoyed does not feel like the right word, because it is basically a memoir of getting chewed up and spit out by the fame machine at the same time as she was suffering from chronic health issues and struggling with substance abuse and she apparently just has godawful taste in and/or luck with men, but it is an engaging and - despite the heavy content - frequently funny read. Prominently features various celebrities who I'd say I was abstractly aware of as famous people who exist, but I found that this didn't necessarily change my opinion of, say, Jack Antonoff or Adam Driver— like, not in the sense that I don't credit Dunham's narrative, it's just that my brain did not really connect my indignation over Dunham's increasingly selfish/useless boyfriend to that guy from that band, or the coworker who sounds like a walking red flag (but, even in her own memoir a decade later, she seems more enamored with than put off by??) with that guy from that movie, etc. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (Mostly, I think, because I didn't really have preexisting opinions about any of said famous people; I enjoy the music of both fun. and Bleachers, but 100% could not pick Antonoff out of a lineup of white guys in hipster glasses.)

Read Operation Heartbreak by Duff Cooper, technically a 1950 fictionalization of WWII's Operation Mincemeat— a deception operation to convince the Nazis that the Allies planned to invade Sardinia, not Sicily, by way of "secret" plans planted via dead British officer washing ashore in Spain; in recent years, the subject of a book, a movie, and a musical— although only the last ~20 pages (of 155) have anything to do with/map onto the story of Operation Mincemeat (which was still classified in 1950, although Cooper apparently learned of it from Churchill as dinner gossip and Ewen Montagu published his own account only a few years later). Instead, it is mostly the very bleak life story of one Captain William "Willie" Maryngton (barely filing the serial numbers off of Mincemeat's faked Major William Martin here), a born and bred soldier with the misfortune of being too young for WWI and too old to be shipped to the front in WWII, who finally achieves his life's goal of seeing "action" only after he dies of pneumonia and is used in a deception operation to convince the Nazis that etc. etc. Can't really put my finger on the tone, beyond bleak— the dialogue frequently has the gung-ho feel of a propaganda film, but I feel like there's kind of a cynical edge, overall? The most interesting character in this is actually Willie's foster brother Horatio "Horry" Osborne, the son of a military family who pursues his dreams of becoming an actor instead, but— after a lifetime of insisting that the Army wasn't "going to get [him] in their clutches"— immediately joins up when WWII breaks out, motivated by his "profound hatred of injustice and cruelty," and is almost as quickly killed in battle. (RIP Horry.)

It's interesting to compare what we know now about the IRL Operation Mincemeat to Cooper's fictional Operation Heartbreak: in the novel, Maryngton's death provides the operation with a ready-made cover story, vs. the real-life work that went into carefully constructing an identity, down to the pocket litter. (Although someone does still write a love letter to send off with him: in this case, the secretary who does so is the aforementioned Horry Osborne's younger sister! Who Willie has been in love with for years! And had in fact recently turned down his proposal!) On another interesting note, the afterword on the IRL Operation Mincemeat, written circa 2004, dismisses Glyndwr Michael— the "real" Major Martin, an unhoused man from Wales who died (whether intentionally or accidentally) from poison— as a possible identity for the body used, positing that "a postmortem might have discovered [his real cause of death] and the risk would have been too great." Happy to pass this along to anyone who'd like to read it, btw, otherwise it's going to local little free library.
sorcyress: Drawing of me as a pirate, standing in front of the Boston Citgo sign (Default)
[personal profile] sorcyress
It was an interesting moment just now, as I transitioned between two ways of using my hands. Because I was, a few moments ago, helping adjust the feet on Tuesday's shelf unit she's putting up, hard biting plastic that barely turns, needing help from wrench and then still feeling the edges dig into my fingertips with every turn.

And then that's properly set, and so I return to my knitting for a moment, and the yarn is suddenly so soft against me. It feels beautiful and kind and startling. I do not usually feel like I get to feel things that are soft like that.

I like it. It's probably not actually any kind of metaphor, but I still like it.

(note to self: sometime when you're back in Boston, properly write up the definitely-a-metaphor post about your doctor who scarf that's been percolating for months now.)

~Sor
MOOP!

Happy Pride

2026-06-06 10:43
lauradi7dw: (disco ball)
[personal profile] lauradi7dw
WBUR’s history article
https://www.wbur.org/news/2026/06/05/boston-massachusetts-pride-month-queer-history
The first pride gathering in Boston was 1971, more protest than party. At that time there were still bar raids.
Either things changed fast or I was just oblivious. In 1974 I went to lesbian bar The Saints with friends to hear their band. mentioned here in my remembrance of Marcia Diego

https://lauradi7dw.dreamwidth.org/442004.html

Nothing seemed perilous to me then, or several years later when I went dancing with a friend at the 1270. What I remember most about the latter time was being offered poppers (amyl nitrate), one of the substances that a few years later was (briefly, erroneously) put forward as causal when AIDS showed up. I declined, and kept dancing. 50 years is a long time. Despite all the current horribleness, there have been improvements.
umadoshi: (books and teacup (sallymn))
[personal profile] umadoshi
Reading: On the fiction front, over the last couple of weeks I read:

--Remember You Will Die (Eden Robins), which is SF told entirely through news and obits and correspondence and does some very neat things. It didn't give me any particular feelings, but I enjoyed it.

--The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi (Shannon Chakraborty), which is pretty much a delight from start to finish.

--The Book of Love (Kelly Link) unfolds in all kinds of interesting ways and had a lot of...emotional momentum?...for me, although I didn't come away with deep feelings about or attachment to any of the characters.

--The Everlasting (Alix E. Harrow), which I finished a few days ago and have seen several people discussing since (probably because it's up for a Hugo). I liked it more than some of you did, but didn't love it.

I haven't started another novel(la) since. After talking to Kas (who's most of the way through the series-so-far) last weekend, I went ahead and put the second Dungeon Crawler Carl on hold, and somehow my brain seems to think that's what I'm going to read next, which is awkward given that I don't expect it to arrive in the super near future.

On the nonfiction front, I read a bit more of Braiding Sweetgrass, flipped through some gardening books, and started rereading Tamar Adler's An Everlasting Meal: Cooking with Economy and Grace in hard copy (I read it in ebook almost exactly a year ago). I really like the feel and the spirit of this, and it's packed full of information that flows in a way that makes it hard for me to actually retain a lot of said information. I picked up the hard copy from Book Outlet in hopes that having a physical book would give me better odds of actually being able to usefully refer to bit of it.

Watching: Some more of both Justice in the Dark and Witch Hat Atelier.

Growing: Yesterday we acquired and planted five tomato seedlings (and a few other seedlings that still need planting). More on that in another post later, hopefully.
rydra_wong: Lee Miller photo showing two women wearing metal fire masks in England during WWII. (Default)
[personal profile] rydra_wong
Recced Norman Maclean's Young Men and Fire to a couple of people lately, picked up my copy again to refresh my memory of something, and now it has its teeth in me and won't let go until I reread the whole thing and I've already had to go to YouTube and listen to the Cry Cry Cry cover of "Cold Missouri Waters."

And then I found an amazing quote from the songwriter, James Keelaghan, which is one of the best descriptions of the book I've read:

https://nathans-roncast.castos.com/episodes/how-james-keelaghan-wrote-cold-missouri-waters-part-1

And so just the story itself is compelling. But for Norman Maclean's writing of it, like, I don't know if you know the book, but Norman McLean was sort of, the fire was an area of specialty for him, for, you know, it was one of his little private obsessions. And he always meant to write a book about it. And he started to write the book, but he died before it was finished. And the book was then sort of completed by his editors and also by his son.

So you not only get the story of the fire and incredible amount of detail about how the smoke jumpers fit into the National Forest Service, how they were created as a unit, but also stuff about the mathematics of how fire spreads in various circumstances. But you also get this sense of MacLean being a writer who is running out of time to tell the story that he really wants to tell because he knows he's dying. He's in a great deal of pain, I think, when he's writing the book. And all that comes through this, this impatient, irascible old man, this voice actually comes through in the book. And then I felt like, yeah, you know, I really need to write a song about this.


Anyway Dodge just ordered them to drop the heavy tools so I have to get back to the book now.

I Wish

2026-06-06 15:36
poliphilo: (Default)
[personal profile] poliphilo
 It's raining hard. The wind is blowing. The Met Office says expect gusts of up to 39mph. 

In my childhood we used to take jig-saw puzzles with us on our seaside holidays so we'd have something to do on days like this.

I wish I had a jig-saw puzzle with me now.

Rain! In June!

2026-06-06 09:15
sartorias: (Default)
[personal profile] sartorias
Currently on writing retreat at Union Pier in Michigan, and am utterly charmed at the concept of rain in June. Rain! In June! No wonder these trees are such a deep, deep green!

Little actual writing done as I've been laboring at Worldcon tasks, specifically the tetris of scheduling the writing panels. All zillion of them--which means juggling participants whose schedules might clash with times and places. Not a thing I am good at, whew, not at all.

Today I hope to get some actual writing done. So close to finishing off a piece, so close, the images swim in my mind.

Lunch in Fossgate

2026-06-06 12:29
shewhomust: (bibendum)
[personal profile] shewhomust
On our way home from Bolton Abbey, we had lunch with J and J in York. York was a detour from our homeward route, but not by much; we were delayed by traffic in Harrogate, and it seems we cannot take the car to York without making a complete circuit of the walls (which would be a pleasure if we weren't already running late). We reached our destination - our favourite tapas bar in Fossgate - to find J and J waiting for us, enjoying a glass of sherry. It was the staff who greeted us with "What sort of time do you call this...?" Only now does it occur to me that the correct answer is "Spanish time!".

This - and the excellence of the tapas, and the pleasures of the wine list, and the joy of enjoying the latter (well, both of the aforementioned, but especially the latter) with people who enjoy it as much as we do - is why this is our favourite tapas bar. The company and the conversation would be excellent anywhere, and they were, and it seemed like no time at all before we left J and J with their dessert (more and different sherry) and set off for home.

Seen in the hundred yards or so back to the car park:

Icon


The rain which had been threatened for days finally caught up with us on the A19, and when it came it was impressive: thunder, lightning, torrential downpour, and flooding on the road (although this last thankfully not until we reached Shincliffe, nearly home).
Page generated 2026-06-07 19:08
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios