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In response to my post that included mention of Hildegard of Bingen, negothick wrote:
>>The Easter music is so much more sublime than the Pesach music, alas!<<

It's an interesting choice of word. Someone on twitter the other day was complaining that Easter music in general is *not* sublime, especially compared with the Passiontide stuff. He gave a link to something by Orlando de Lassus as an exception. I grew up in the United Church of Christ (mainstream Protestant, more socially liberal than many denominations), although I don't consider myself a Christian, so I have those standard choir and hymnbook associations from the 1950s - 1970s, plus a few songs from the time our high school youth group learned new compositions from the folk mass group at the local RC church. The Moravian community in the Salem part of Winston-Salem, NC maintains the centuries-old tradition of having brass bands play in the streets before the sunrise service, and I had a couple of experiences of listening to that in my youth. In my late 20s-early 30s, I spent several years sporadically attending
the Norumbega Harmony Sacred Harp sings when they were in Cambridge, and for a couple of years (starting 1985 or 1986), I sang in the parish (as opposed to professional) choir at the Church of the Advent (home to bells that I ring), under the direction at that time of Fred Jodry (of Schola Cantorum, later at Brown). All of which to say, I've been listening to and singing (and once or twice playing trombone) Easter Music my whole life, and I think my feeling reflects John Williams's answer to the question "What orchestral music works for children's concerts?" JW: "Loud and fast." If the opposite of sublime is ridiculous, I don't mean that, but not meditative, anyway. I suppose awestruck is accurate for some people's emotional state, but not me. If I had to pick just one Easter song, it would be this one by William Billings:
I remember something Fred did with selections from Bach's B Minor mass, I think, which I found very effective - on Palm (Passion) Sunday, we sang just the crucifixus part, which is slow and intense
Then on Easter, we sang et resurrexit, which is fast and cheerful

Also, there statutorily should be trumpets. Just saying.
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For Poetry Monday, a 15-line variant sonnet:

The Kraken, Alfred the Tennyson

Below the thunders of the upper deep,
Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides; above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge sea worms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

Even young Tennyson had a way with sounds. It took a while to temper the pomposity, though. And how to better land the ending (those last two lines need a little more development to really stick it -- either start using Revelations imagery earlier, right after the delayed volta, or give up the already creaking sonnet form and spin it out a few more lines).


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  • Crooked Timber at John Quiggin takes issue with the idea that, now, there are many Republicans who accept Trump only conditionally, for what a Trump presidency could achieve.

  • D-Brief notes the XT2 signal, issue of a collision between two magnetars in a galaxy 6.6 billion light-yeas away.

  • Cody Delistraty reports on an exhibit at the Institut du monde arabe in Paris on the history of soccer in world politics.

  • Earther reports on a new satellite mission focused on studying solar-induced fluorescence, the glow of plants as they photosynthesize.

  • Far Outliers notes how U.S. Grant responded to slaves seeking freedom from the Union Army.

  • JSTOR Daily explores Lake Baikal.

  • Language Log reports on the multilingualism of Pete Buttigieg.

  • Abigail Nussbaum at Lawyers, Guns and Money gives deserved praise to the Jason Lutes graphic novel Berlin.

  • Marginal Revolution looks at the ways in which dense social networks can keep stroke victims from getting quick help.

  • The NYR Daily looks at the campaigns and ideas of anti-authoritarian Chinese professor and writer Xu Zhangrun.

  • Drew Rowsome gives a largely negative review to the 2014 Easter horror film The Beaster Bunny.

  • Starts With A Bang's Ethan Siegel explains why the singularities of black holes have spin.

  • Window on Eurasia notes on the report of a Muslim community leader in Norilsk that a quarter of the population of that Russian Arctic city is of Muslim background.

  • Arnold Zwicky considers the ways in which flowers and penguins and cuteness can interact, with photos.

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Songset made for [community profile] icontalking for Doctor Who from What About Everything - Carbon Leaf. I now want to have a go at seeing if I can do the whole song, but in the meantime here's the set I made for the challenge (using the first verse & chorus).


That's the exciting thing. Nobody else in the universe can do what we're doing )


2019-04-22 12:54
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As I swept the path into the kitchen garden my shoulder brushed the beech hedge that borders it and left a trail of dead leaves in my wake- so I gave up.

There was a dead thrush on the path. It showed no sign of injury. Birds don't usually give up the ghost in plain sight. Might it have had a heart attack?

I forget we have rhubarb until I actually see the clump. This morning I picked some.

I transplanted a birch sapling from the field to the bed which- until Matthew went through it like the Golden Horde- was full of overgrown currants and raspberry canes. I've no idea if it will take, but there's nothing lost if it doesn't- and that bit of ground needs to acquire purpose.
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The sky yesterday evening as I headed home, north on Dufferin and then east on Dupont, was glorious, luminiscent, with bright clouds being chased at speed by high winds above me.

Glowing clouds to the west (1) #toronto #blooranddufferin #dufferinstreet #blue #evening #sky #clouds #white

Glowing clouds to the west (2) #toronto #dupontstreet #dufferinstreet #blue #evening #sky #clouds #white

Glowing clouds to the west (3) #toronto #dovercourtvillage #blue #evening #sky #clouds #white


2019-04-22 09:03
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We needed to fiddle with the sat-nav and there was a steeple coming up on the left so we pulled off the A1 into a town that turned out to be Buckden.

Which is in the county that used to be Huntingdonshire but has since been absorbed into Cambridgeshire. Simon Jenkins- who is my guide in the matter of splendid churches- says the locals still think of it as Huntingdonshire so he does too- and gives the ghostly county its own section in his book. The bashing about of our historic counties- undertaken in the 1970s for the convenience of administrators- was an act of cultural vandalism I would love to see reversed.

Anyway, Buckden is beautiful.

The bishops of Lincoln had a palace there and the parish church benefited accordingly. Jenkins gives it one star out of a possible five- which seems a little parsimonious. Perhaps the sun wasn't shining when he made his visit.

I turned up ten minutes before the start of a Good Friday service and my style was cramped by my moves being watched and timed. I should have liked to have taken multiple photographs of the elongated musician angels in the roof- but didn't feel the vicar and gathering congregation would have loved me if I did.

This very angry little person is situated on the right hand side of the magnificent south porch.

The bishops palace is now a Roman Catholic retreat house. The two buildings- Tudor brick and late medieval stone- look very well together.


2019-04-22 01:01
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The US president said on Thursday he was having a 'good day' after the release of the special counsel Robert Mueller’s report on the now-closed Russia investigation.

IDEFK, man. It feels like every day we get closer and closer to tyranny. Every minute of every day, even. And even if he's impeached or not re-elected or somehow glory hallelujah convicted, can the country recover? Good fucking question. I just keep trying to kind of cling to "hope in the dark" and, as an example, that little moment in Apollo 13 when Ed Harris says "I believe this is going to be our finest hour." But I just really don't know.

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("Trump tweeted angrily throughout the day." - Guardian ....Good Lord.)

On the one hand

2019-04-22 07:26
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This looks really really good and deserves a signal-boost (which a friend has asked I give it):

On the other hand, I am slightly traumatized by being reminded that such a huge part of my life (which is still a huge part of my life) is now Olden Times.

Lost in Interpretation

2019-04-22 14:50
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No doubt you have been feeling thoroughly abandoned as far as my Japan blog is concerned, and not without reason. My busyness has continued without let over the last week, and the present opportunity – as I travel north into deepest Touhoku on a shinkansen bound for Aomori – is the first I’ve had in about a week, when I’ve been both a) awake and b) alone (except for all the other passengers, but we try to give each other space) for a few hours together. In short, I’m an introvert who’s been living the life an extrovert, and my admiration for the latter has only increased. How do they keep it up?

Still, when I think that I came here four years ago for the first time knowing nobody at all, I'm certainly not going to complain.

As luck would have it, there are some experiences I can skip over quickly, either because they’re things I’ve written about before or because they don’t make for a spectator sport. One such is my second visit to the Ghibli Museum in Mitaka last Monday. Two years ago, I went alone. This time, having ordered the tickets on the internet months in advance at 1am (effectively the only way to do it) I was with Mihoko, Satomi, and Mihoko’s honorary nephew, Mark, born in Tokyo to an Anglo-American couple, and – having lived in the States for a while – trying his luck at working in Japan. I think I would be thoroughly confused if fate played such a game of blind man’s buff with me, but he seemed anything but deracinated. We had a good time, and although Tokyo was still going through its seasonal 三寒四温 (three [days] cold, four hot) we were lucky enough to hit on a spring day that fully justified my flowery new espadrilles.


This was followed by dinner at Miho’s, where her husband Hiroshi – having cooked rather delicious tendon (that’s tempura on rice, not, er, tendon) – made me go pink with pleasure by commenting on the improvement in my Japanese. He’s not the kind of man to pay such a compliment lightly. (That said, my Japanese too is 三寒四温: sometimes I think I’m really “getting” it, at others I can hardly resent the well-meaning “There-are-chopsticks-inside” that I just received from person who sold me an eki-bento. A lot depends on how tired I am.)

I don’t think I’ve mentioned here that I’ve been collaborating on/contributing to a book on Lucy M. Boston’s Green Knowe series. It’s Miho’s project, really: she was the one who introduced me, not to the books but to the house and its chatelaine, as avid readers of this blog will know. Anyway, she asked me to check some of the Japanese contributors’ English while I was here, which is largely what has been taking so much of my time. On Tuesday, that time was spent very pleasantly at the house of her colleague (and old schoolfriend) Keiko, who is a designer specialising in soundscapes, and whose beautiful house in Suginami reflects her designer’s eye.

We met behind Tokyo Joshidai, my old stamping ground from 2017, whence we walked past a tiny farm owned by yet another of their high-school chums. Keiko bought some vegetables, paying using the honesty box – which was pretty impressive for what is, after all, relatively central Tokyo. This system is not at all uncommon in Japan, but in the UK I’ve seen it only in the countryside.


Then we went through a park with a lake with an island, said to be the habitation of a kami, though if it’s a shrine it’s an unofficial one. The reason for the holiness (or its main manifestation, if you prefer to look at it that way round) is a spring, which kept the village watered in former times. As we passed, a family walked past the other way, and I heard a young boy say (slightly petulantly) “神様が見えない”, which might mean “I can’t see the god” or “The god is invisible,” but given the note of complaint I suspect the former.

We will pass over the editing work, but check out the lovely interiors!


Wednesday morning I met with Philip Seaton, co-organiser of last year’s Contents Tourism symposium, in Musashi-Sakai, a bit further west than Mitaka. It was good to see him again, and talk about possible future collaborations. He told me quite a bit about life in Japan for a foreign academic, as well, and for the father of child with autism – which is not all plain sailing, you may be sure. (I was reminded of this a little later in the week, when my friend Yoshiko told me about one of her PhD students who has complained about having to sit in a class with a wheelchair user. Admittedly she thought the student was out of line, but I can’t imagine any PhD student in the UK even voicing such a complaint.) On the plus side, his son’s autism partly takes the form of an obsession with the layouts of department stores, and thanks to this he was able to tell me that in Japan – and perhaps everywhere? – there are never any toilets on the ground floor. A deterrent, I suppose, to casual urination. This is a useful life hack.

I went on to have lunch with my friend Yuki, after which we wandered the shrines and cat-focused shopping streets of one of Tokyo’s more traditional districts, Yanaka. I was particularly happy to find a little shrine where sakura and wisteria (aka fuji) were in bloom together, like a little Spring miracle.

Sakura and Fuji bloom togetherDSC02510

As I returned, I was met by Junko, my landlady, who was suffering a heavy cold and was a bit flustered because a new guest (she thought from Indonesia) had no Japanese, and would I help interpret? I told her I’d be happy to try. In fact, the “Indonesian” turned out to be an English potter living in the Gower peninsula, who’d come to Japan on a kind of pottery pilgrimage. I managed to sort out the communication problem, which was rather empowering – my first interpreting gig! The price I exacted was to make Junko (plus dog) pose for a photograph, poor suffering woman…


In experimental vein, I tried out the local Indian restaurant for dinner, choosing the “beer set” – which combined lamb and spinach (I’d been a-hankering for lamb, which is not generally on the Japanese menu outside of Hokkaido, where the famous “Genghis Khan” is a dish I long to try) with a nan bread. The curry itself was fine, though nothing special, but the nan was amazing. Huge, and light, and crisp, and fluffy, all at once – a like a kind of Garden of Adonis that gathers every season unto itself. []

On Thursday I had lunch with Hirohisa Igarashi, a professor at Toyou University, again about possible collaborations. He’s a very charming man, and took me to a charming Italian place. Although we started off in Japanese, I found my capacity slowly ebbing away like an iPhone’s battery, and bit by bit we switched to English (in which he is, in any case, far more proficient). He gave me a little tour of the university, too, including the viewing gallery on its top floor, where a Chinese violinist was playing traditional music to set off the Sky Tree and the rest of the Tokyo skyline. Could I revive within me her symphony and song… but I didn’t have the record button on.


Then I went on to Nakano Broadway to buy more Kin-iro Mosaic. As you can see, they are all about welcoming in the new era there:


I am collecting, as I encounter them, ways in which the change of era is being acknowledged. I’m interested in whether it’s just seen as a commercial opportunity, as with the T-shirts an entry or two back, or indeed in this poster, which advertises its PREMIUM SALE on the grounds that it’s the last of the Heisei era. (Next month, the same sale will no doubt be advertised as the first of the Reiwa.)


These are of course just the very visible ripples on a deep sea of culture, but not without value or curiosity.

After that, it was dinner at Miho’s with Mikako and Nobu (my interpreter at the National Diet Library two years ago, whose English I am also checking), and so to bed.

On Friday I was giving a lecture at Taisho University for Yoshiko, as I have done, now, twice before. The drill was much the same, so I won’t describe it in detail, but I gave them a potted version of my Cotswolds research, after which I had a nice chat with the students, and then an even nicer dinner (as is by now traditional) with Yoshiko and Hiroko, eating, drinking, and making scholarly. I first met them at a conference in Ohio three years ago, and have been knocking back sushi and sake ever since – albeit with long periods of abstinence, when the trifling matter of an intervening Eurasian continent adjourns our fun. I’m sure we’ll find a way to get back on track at IRSCL in Sweden this summer, though, albeit with surströmming (possibly) and vodka substituting for our accustomed fare.


And thus closed my time in Tokyo. On Saturday I boarded the shinkansen for Kobe, where I had a different set of adventures, but perhaps that’s enough – or more than enough – for now.

Unsorted linkspam

2019-04-22 00:19
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I've surely shared this classic Easter story before, but if you haven't read it, please do: "The 1969 Easter Mass Incident". The hilarity, it burns. "Content Warnings: Religion, food, symbolic cannibalism, symbolic gore, penis mention, Blasphemy, SO MUCH BLASPHEMY, weapons, war mention. Mind the warnings and your health always comes first. Its a HILARIOUS story, I promise."

Unsorted linkspam:

"‘Ugly Delicious’ Explores MSG Myths in ‘Fried Rice’: On his Netflix show, David Chang looks at the state of Chinese food in America".

"Layers of Deceit: Why do recipe writers lie and lie and lie about how long it takes to caramelize onions?" [2012]

"Autism Self-Diagnosis is not Special Snowflake Syndrome". [2015]

"The Myspace Dragon Hoard (2008-2010)". "A wide-ranging collection of 490,000 mp3 files from, accomplished using unknown means by an anonymous academic study conducted between 2008 and 2010."

"Do People in an Arby’s Know About “Sir, This Is an Arby’s”? Investigating the internet’s favorite joke on the front lines".

And a small heap via [personal profile] conuly:

--"Behind the New, Gloriously Queer Emily Dickinson Movie".

--"Why there’s so little left of the early internet". [BBC]

--"The Strange Beauty of Salt Mines".

--"How A Seed Bank Helps Preserve Cherokee Culture Through Traditional Foods".

--"Killer Rabbits in Medieval Manuscripts: Why So Many Drawings in the Margins Depict Bunnies Going Bad".

--"These ballroom dancers teach a gender neutral way where both people lead". [CBC]

--"How Social-Media Surveillance of Teenagers Led to a New Kind of Policing".

--"The world’s happiest people [note: the Danish] have a beautifully simple way to tackle loneliness".

--"The Extremely Real Science behind the Basilisk’s Lethal Gaze".

--"Webcomics: an oral history: Featuring the artists behind XKCD, Questionable Content, Dinosaur Comics, and more".

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2019-04-22 11:41
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Last night I dreamed I was on a trip to a version of South Korea that had an exceptionally strange train system, and also my father was still alive. Grinning, bearded, funny. I dreamt of my mother for over a decade after her death, so it makes sense I'm still dreaming of my father nearly nine years after his, but there is a strange comfort in it, dreaming of the dead. I know dreams are not really a liminal place where we can reach those in the underworld. And yet, it still gives me that same wistful feeling, the comfort of being held again by someone I can only visit in sleep.
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  • La Presse notes that the bilingual greeting "Bonjour-Hi" is becoming more common in Montréal.

  • This Ottawa Citizen opinion-writer was entirely right in noting that the Ontario government should not try to eliminate minority language rights and institutions for budgetary reasons.

  • This TVO article about the forces facing the École secondaire Confédération in Welland is a fascinating study of minority dynamics.

  • This brief article touches on efforts in the Franco-Manitoban community of Winnipeg to provide temporary shelter for new Francophone immigrants.

  • Francophones in New Brunswick continue to face pressure, with their numbers despite overall population growth and with Francophones being much more likely to be bilingual than Anglophones. CBC reports.

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2019-04-21 20:51
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Really really full now.
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But first, a very important question: This Ward gifset - which Iron Fist episode is that from? It's gotta be season one, but I can't figure out who he's talking to. That smile tho'.

ETA: Figured it out based on the visitor badge! It's from 1x08 in the boardroom scene (and yes, it's Joy he's talking to.)

It looks like the poll leaned overwhelmingly towards linking and/or crossposting fic, so I will start doing that again! I don't even remember why I (mostly) stopped. I think it was just pure laziness.

So here is a roundup of the recent Iron Fist hurt/comfort ficpocalypse, which is mainly the result of me finishing up several fics I was writing for various prompts/requests. Posted in the last week or so:

So Little Space, So Much Time (3000 words, gen)
Tumblr prompt fic, for the request "Ward and Danny, restraints and bad memories." Set post-S2.

Breathe In, Breathe Out (4100 words, Danny/Colleen + Ward)
Danny mistakenly thinks Colleen is dead. Set post-S2.

Truth or Consequences (3400 words, Danny/Colleen)
Danny on truth serum is pretty much normal Danny, just chattier. Set between seasons 1 & 2, after Defenders.

Postcards from Asia (2300 words, Danny/Colleen + Misty)
Danny's sprawling handwriting sent a jolt of familiar bittersweet pain through her chest, the way so many things around the former dojo did these days.

Takes Its Course (9500 words, Danny + Ward)
After escaping from imprisonment, Danny goes through drug withdrawals; Ward is along for the ride, and forced to deal with certain aspects of his past.

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