Giant Days, Vol. 5, by John Allison

Sep. 24th, 2017 04:42 pm
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Giant Days: Volume 5, written by John Allison, illustrated by Max Sarin, colors by Whitney Cogar: Nonsensical, disjointed, and not as charming as earlier volumes. Even Esther's clothes are visibly less amazing. Plus the episode where a stranger from Susan's past—another one—drugs her drink. No thanks.

I think I'm done with this series for reals now.

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Sep. 23rd, 2017 07:47 am
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Yesterday I spent my whole afternoon listening to seven different Native activists, including Louise Erdrich and Edgar Heap of Birds, talk about their activism. It was such a challenging, important experience. And while I am walking away from it with a lot of thoughts, and a lot of books i need to read, and a lot of concrete actions I can take, I took away one thing overall that I need to keep at the forefront of my mind.

When I say / think / complain that this present political situation is unbearable, or words to the effect, I am showing my white privilege. To listen to these seven activists talk about what their families have experienced within the last five generations is staggering. I knew much of it intellectually, but yesterday it hit me with full emotional force. So shut up, white girl. I barely know what it is to hurt.

2191 / Fic - Star Wars

Sep. 22nd, 2017 07:25 pm
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Rogue One | ~1300 words | Chirrut/Baze | Thanks to [personal profile] trinityofone for betaing.

(Also on AO3)

When Baze had believed, that belief had been a thing grounded in soil and stone. )

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Sep. 22nd, 2017 03:53 pm
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I had an excellent time at Camp Sparkle. I got to stay for four days, which was all kinds of great as I got to hang with some very excellent people who I really don't see often enough. It was the 10th Camp Sparkle, which is amazing. All those years of sparkly meet-ups, and [personal profile] nopseud and [personal profile] pensnest deserve multiple gold stars for making them happen, because man, I can't even begin to imagine how difficult they must be to organise.

While at Camp I went on a steam train to Whitby, where it bucketed it down, but thankfully the rain eased off after dinner, so I got to wander Whitby with James and [personal profile] sperrywink, ending up having a drink in a relatively warm and sun lit courtyard.

Went to check out Castle Howard, which had beautiful gardens and a really interesting castle.

Had a quick trip to Filey, before the moderately tidy BBQ on the night, where the food was plentiful and tasty and everyone looked smart as carrots.

Then sadly had to go home before the others, but stopped off at Scarborough on the way back.

The week before I went nanna was admitted to hospital again as she couldn't move her leg. The news was pretty bleak at one point. We were calling Pauline on the night and at one point I was starting to think we'd have to leave early to see her one last time. Then, between one day and the next she perked right up. Since I've been home she's found out she's actually got two breaks in her back, old ones that probably happened when she fell four years ago. I'm not sure what's going to happen, but am hoping she'll be transferred to the rehab centre which is set up for periods between hospital and home. Especially so as the centre is in the same building as my gym.

It was a year for my weight loss op two days ago. This time last year I was just coming home with no idea how my life was going to change so amazingly. I won't give figures as I have my one year post op appointment next month and will take numbers lost from then, but know, I could walk for a long time and at ease while I was at Camp. I even sat in the middle of a three person row in the mini bus and didn't squash the people on both sides. Silly things like that remain amazing to me. But yeah, I did post a face-to-face pic on Insta if you'd like to see, which is here.

Yuletide noms!

Sep. 14th, 2017 06:24 pm
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They close tomorrow so hurry and get your nominations in!

Mine are:

Witcher: Geralt, Emhyr, Ciri, Dandelion (duh)

Dragonriders of Pern: Menolly, Robinton (I totally want Menolly/Robinton NOT SORRY)

Dune (the book): Paul, Jessica, Stilgar, Feyd -- I don't know exactly what I want here, I think I want some outsider POV on Paul maybe?

My runners-up were:

Rome: Pullo, Vorenus, maybe Octavian -- man, I would love a story that undid what the show did to Octavian in S2 so much

Gladiator: Maximus, Commodus

Brimstone: Ezekiel, The Devil

Dungeons and Dragons Cartoon: Eric, Hank, Sheila, Venger

Battle of the Planets: Mark, Jason

and my perennial hope-springs-eternal Dracula: the Series: Lucard (hope doesn't really spring very far lol)

I am totally not mentioning these here in hopes that someone has a spare nom they wouldn't mind using on one of these. ;)
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Moon Woke Me Up Nine Times: Selected Haiku of Basho, by Bashō Matsuo, translated by David Young: A delightful collection. David Young's introduction is informative and easy to read, which is a rarity in poetry collections and must be praised, though you won't learn a thing about Bashō from it. Young says you can get that everywhere else; instead, the introduction addresses Young's approach to translating these poems, and I was quite surprised at the amount of latitude Young gave himself. Due to the differences between the number of syllables in English and Japanese, he disregards the West's belief that haiku must conform to a 5-7-5 arrangement, which is fine by me, but he also elides cultural references he thought would be lost on English-speaking audiences, reorders the lines themselves, and even removes the occasional question mark, and I don't know how I feel about that. The result is lovely, but is it an honest reflection of Bashō's words?

In Young's hands, Bashō's poetry is clear and simple, each haiku a meditation on life and nature. They are, by turns, longing, playful, soothing, and contemplative, and it's remarkable how many sensory details they include. So much is packed into these little sentences, giving you brief glimpses of another life, transporting you to where Bashō was three hundred years ago, listening to the rain, gardening, or:
Big white leeks
washing them off
feeling how cold
The poetry is transcendent, in that it moved me to a different place. Once I came back, though, I wondered a lot about the choices Young made. I really would have liked some translator's notes (outside of those in the introduction), but instead I'll have to content myself with reading Jane Reichhold's Basho: The Complete Haiku and go over her notes to see how their translations differ. This is actually Young's idea, and he helpfully includes an appendix that correlates his page numbers with Reichhold's numbering system for easy comparison.

Really accessible, and highly recommended.
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The fight left Mikey as suddenly as it had appeared; he cocked an eyebrow, voice going back to its regular expressionless level. "My problem? Honestly, Gerard, your job is my problem." He tossed the helmet onto the living room floor. Gerard winced at the crash, but Mikey just kept pulling his gloves and jacket off, tossing them aside too and walking into the kitchen. Gerard trailed behind him, watching in disbelief as Mikey pulled a glass out of a cupboard and poured himself some water.

"My job … with BLI? Where you work? How exactly is that a problem for anyone?"

Mikey smoothed stringy brown hair back out of his face. "It means... shit, Gerard. Either you're more clueless than I thought, or you're not... not the same person you used to be."

It hurt. It hurt like a laser burst to the chest, quiet and bloodless and deadly. "I -" 'I don't remember who I used to be,' he wanted to yell. 'You're supposed to be the one who remembers.' But Mikey was turning away, bracing a hand on one of the chair backs. Gerard studied the dismissive line of his shoulders for a long time. Mikey didn't turn back around. "I don't understand this, but fine," Gerard said finally, trying to hold his voice steady. It was easier than he'd imagined it would be. "Then I'm not." He took a deep breath; the kitchen walls were tilting in, making him feel like he was smothering. He'd only ever had two solutions to that problem: drink until they crashed down, or run.


- [archiveofourown.org profile] tuesdaysgone's The Kids from Yesterday

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Sep. 11th, 2017 06:48 pm
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It's been a while. In brief.

Nanna fell over, was in hospital but is now home again but very frail. She's bruised herself terribly and knocked her confidence. She's always said she'd die when she was 97 and is now saying she wishes it would hurry up and come, and yesterday was talking about her will :(

Mam was ill, got better, got ill again, and yesterday was sure she'd end up in hospital if she saw the doctor again. She seems a bit better today though, so fingers crossed.

James had a terrible chest infection. Thought he was better, managed all of an hour at work and was sent home again, and is still off now.

I had a horrible stomach bug, but thankfully am fine now.

James had two hospital appointments last week. The first for his hand, where his consultant suggested operating on his ligaments again to try and address the fact two fingers don't move much. Considering we were both sure all ops were over in terms of his hand, that was a shock. He also saw the back specialist who suggested getting pain killing injections as a day case. Except, mam keeps saying how she knows people who had them done and they ruined their lives, so we're up in the air about that.

Corey moved, and I spent pretty much two days helping him and his house mates clean their old house. The fruit flies. The grease. I still close my eyes and see it. His new house -- or maisonette -- is pretty good, but half the size of the old one. I've just had a long talk to him and he said they've lost money on the damage bond for the state of the garden, the carpets being a bit scruffy, dust, and the oven not being spotless.

He also said he's thinking of moving onto a Masters degree when he finishes this one.

I'm still going to the gym lots, and after buying a new swimming costume -- five sizes smaller than the old one -- I'm going swimming again.

With one thing or another we've barely been to the cinema, only seeing Logan Lucky in the last fortnight. And then today went to see It. I can't say I was looking forward to it, but it was okay.

Our car had to go in for repair, so we have a hire car atm, and it's amazing! The best bit being a boot that opens automatically, so James can actually open it himself.

I've done lots of other stuff, gone to a deer park, a party, the music festival, and many other good things, so while the above looks like a lot of medical stuff, life has still been mostly on the good side. Plus, Camp Sparkle soon, which is so much of the win.

Apologies for the lack of reading/comments. I will catch up, and badly need to delve into my in-box, which I'm going to do asap.
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