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Despite my best intentions of routine insomnia, I was awake too late because I fell into a 1990 BBC Radio 3 production of Michael Frayn's Benefactors (1984) which I had never read and barely heard of and if I had a nickel for every play by Michael Frayn which dips in and out of the fourth wall of the timestream as its characters post-mortem what went wrong in the complicated spaces between them all those years ago, I still wouldn't be able to afford a cup of coffee at these prices even if I could drink it, but since I've seen two productions of Copenhagen (1998) and heard a third, I still think it's funny. Benefactors is more sharply edged and patterned, still a memory play of arguments it can't answer, still the lacuna of human actions at its heart. "But then you look up on a clear night and you'll see there's only a dusting of light in all creation. It's a dark universe." If I have to be thankful for something at this miserable moment of history, the accessibility of art is a strong contender. Also cats.

Cats

Nov. 27th, 2025 12:26 pm
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With poor Smokey having gone (and I do miss her dreadfully), I contacted the Anglesey Feline whatsit thingy because I wanted a second cat, and it can take a rescue service months to find a cat which must be kept indoors.

I am thereby caught, because they already had one they were looking for a good home for. His current name is Quata, and he’s a medium haired tabby.

The reason he’s an indoor-only cat is because he has cerebellar hypoplasia, also known as “wobbly cat syndrome”. He’s a sweetheart and not as wobbly as some cats I’ve seen with that condition, but is definitely best kept indoors.

He arrives at my place on Saturday afternoon. I am going to change his name to Geraint, which is a solid Welsh name.

Opal

Opal is over grooming, and I’m not sure why. The area in her middle back is devoid of fur, but she won’t let me put ointment on her, even though it would help. It’s a worry.

I can’t take her to the vet this week as I’m not paid again until Friday, and had a lot of expenses this month, what with cremating Smokey and having to pay the man for repairs on my fence. Fences, as I discovered, are not covered by buildings insurance.

Grey day in the forest

Nov. 27th, 2025 11:47 am
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Forest 4

The wind in the southwest, strengthening but very mild. A grey day, drizzle in the air. Not a great day for photography, but not a bad day for walking the sheltered paths through the conifer plantations.

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How Are You? (in Haiku)

Nov. 27th, 2025 06:32 am
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Pick a thing or two that sums up how you're doing today, this week, in general, and tell me about it in the 5-7-5 syllables of a haiku.

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Signal-boosting much appreciated!

more Petrichor thoughts

Nov. 27th, 2025 12:12 am
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Episode 7:

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Overall thoughts:

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Today's Cooking

Nov. 26th, 2025 11:43 pm
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Today I'm baking cinnamon cookies using a crushed cinnamon candy cane and the Candy Cane Cookies recipe (which works with any flavor).

EDIT 11/26/25 -- These turned out well, with a definite cinnamon flavor.  \o/ 

Update on last year's mask reviews

Nov. 26th, 2025 08:53 pm
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Been meaning to update this for a while, so here goes:

After that, I relied very heavily for a while on the valved Aura (3M 9211+), it was how I got through summer 2024 since the non-valve Aura was just so hot. It was not the most comfortable, but between the Aura and the valved Aura, the valved Aura had advantages (both left marks on my face after wearing).

Then there was a combination of factors, including suddenly the valved Aura being out of stock where I was buying it and me stopping the habit of looking for them (if you want them, they're currently in stock in Uline, I assume also other places), because I'd switched entirely to the BNX F95 in both white and black, which are very light and breathable, which really outweighs the downsides (not many, but it feels like I do need to adjust it more than the regular Aura).

I've also dabbled with the BNX H95B, which has a different shape from the F95. It doesn't fit as well but it's also very light. It's basically a nice light mask for when I don't need to wear a mask for too long or talk or whatever.

But if I'm, for a wild example, waiting in a hospital waiting room for hours and hours, very nearly the only one masking, then the BNX F95 is absolutely the mask for that.

At this point, the Auras just live in coat pockets and backpacks as "oops, forgot to grab a BNX mask" backups. Because the Auras are great masks but they are much hotter and much tighter than the BNX ones.

Obligatory where to get my stuff post

Nov. 26th, 2025 04:39 pm
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I’ve got a Publications page, but some of the books there are out of print, and I don’t expect people to shell out for single issues of a magazine just because I’ve got a story in it. But the holiday shopping season has started disturbingly early this year, so here’s me getting in on it. Here’s where to get books that I have stories in, including the just-released Shakespeare Adjacent anthology:

Shakespeare Adjacent, an anthology of Shakespeare homages from 2 Jokers Publishing. My story, “Bitter Waters; or, the Villain’s Appointment” (that link goes to an opening excerpt) sets Much Ado About Nothing in a future Columbia Gorge (further) altered by climate change.

Two Hour Transport 2, an anthology of short fiction by writers associated with the SFF reading series of the same name–including me, as well as Nisi Shawl, Karen Joy Fowler, Eileen Gunn, and many other writers I’m delighted to share a TOC with. My story, “Song of the Water People,” is told from the point of view of a pod of Southern Resident Killer Whales who live in the Salish Sea.

From Bayou to Abyss: Examining John Constantine, Hellblazer is a collection of articles about everyone’s favorite morally gray magician. I had great fun researching real-world occult antecedents for the stuff we see John (and others) do in the comic, though real-world occultists would (justifiably) say that I just scratched the surface. Hey, I had a word count. Lots of other fun essays in here too.

Retellings of the Inland Seas, an anthology of short fiction placing Ancient Greek stories, myths, and legends in speculative settings. My story, “The Sea of Stars,” examines how sailors of the 5th century BCE might deal with a communication that seems to come from the gods.

Future Games, an anthology of short fiction on the themes of gaming and sport. My story “Kip, Running,” which originally appeared in the webzine Strange Horizons, is included, along with stories by Cory Doctorow, George R.R. Martin, and Kate Wilhelm.

Share and enjoy!

Gadwall of Ember

Nov. 26th, 2025 07:58 pm
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Busy day today. I stopped at the coffee shop to get two lattes and a slice of lemon cake for myself and Madame. I had decided already that I would not try to take her anywhere for lunch, but would substitute a treat in her room. The weather forecast was bad, and it was already spitting freezing rain when I set out. Also, without her hearing aid, she cannot hear at all, and I'm not prepared to take her even down to the bistro in the building if she can't hear me or anyone else. When I arrived, there was not one single space left in the parking lot, so I had to go across the street to park, and walk back up the hill to her building. I was tempted to turn tail and go home, but I'm not that easily discouraged. Normally, I get there before the residents are taken to lunch, but today they started early for some reason, and she was already in the dining room. Again I thought, jeez, I could just leave! But then she spotted me and waved, so I sat down at her table. That did not suit her, however. She's very jealous and considers Other People to be The Enemy. We went back to her room and asked the staff to bring her lunch on a tray.

We communicated by a combination of lip-reading and writing notes, some of which she found hard to decipher. I was glad to find a note from one of her other friends telling her that Mademoiselle would pick her up tomorrow for dinner at her son's house. She doesn't really know that tomorrow is Thanksgiving, nor does she know exactly what tomorrow is, but I think she found this reassuring after I'd shown her the note about six times. I looked around for the errant hearing aid, but couldn't find it. She visited the bathroom and became entangled, and had to be rescued and then given a complete change of clothing. By the time this was done, she was tired and started to get agitated and confused. I got her somewhat calmed down and then walked her to the room where some staff members welcomed her to an activity before I headed for home.

The Sparrowhawk had started a fire in the fireplace! We have obtained some really nice hardwood that burns beautifully and puts forth a lot of heat. By this time, the freezing rain had turned to snow and was pelting down and swirling around violently under the lash of the wind. It was very cozy to be inside with a warm fire. We had a Zoom with Deb and the Prussian, made necessary by a job the Sparrowhawk had to do at our usual time, and made possible by the fact that the Sparrowhawk was not going to the gym in this weather. After that, we had a bite to eat. Earlier in the day, I exchanged texts with the Duchess, and she suggested that "if I had chocolate," Dr. Music would appreciate it if I happened to bring a chocolate dessert. "IF, said the Spartans . . ." So I made a chocolate cake. It turned out I did not, in fact, have the correct form of chocolate. We were out of cocoa powder. But I improvised with different kinds of chocolate, and I think it has come out all right. If the weather looks as it did earlier today, I will probably not go, and we can take some cake to Dr. Music at another time. But the gale might subside overnight . . . .

And, in conclusion, today would have been my father's 102nd birthday, so it's very appropriate that I'm making a cake. Happy birthday to der Alte, without whom none of this would have been possible!
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About 48 hours after stepping down from my previous volunteer position, I've as-formally-as-I'm-going-to taken up a new one.

The queer club I've written about a bunch, where I've made friends and felt part of a community again in a way that was so desperately needed and so good for me after The Other Events of March 2020, had been run by two people out of the goodness of their heart and very little else about two and a half years ago. It was only this summer that they started saying it'd be nice to have a little group of people to help do things like arrive early, set up the room we rent in the community center and stuff like that, and in the last few months a dozen or so of us have done various things (someone procures tea and biscuits, someone knows the code to get in, I am good at setting out tables and chairs and stacking them away again neatly at the end of the evening...)

It's reached the point where our two original organizers want to step back entirely from running things and just be regular attendees of the club, and a handful of us have offered to do that. So tonight those two and four of us had a video meeting for them to share the details of how to book the room, what the password is for the e-mail account, one of us taking over looking after the money, all that kind of stuff. Also when is the Christmas party going to be.

Of course I took notes and of course I tidied them up and circulated them immediately after the meeting.

For all I adore the two founders, I don't begrudge them their break before they can come back and make use of their projects and ideas because they don't have to run up every month and look after all the admin and stuff.

I love the vibe of this, everyone's happy to pitch in. At the Christmas party someone's going to teach us BSL "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" and we're going to wear cozy cardigans and have home-baked treats and maybe mulled apple cider [USian meaning of the word, it's a sober space too which is also great]. Onward and upward, queer club!

30 in 30: ST:DS9

Nov. 26th, 2025 05:51 pm
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AO3 Link | Memories of Family (100 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Miles O'Brien, Keiko O'Brien, Kira Nerys
Additional Tags: Drabble
Summary:

Miles walks in on a domestic moment






Nerys was slow-dancing to the music with Molly, while Keiko held Kirayoshi and rocked in time. The scene etched itself into Miles' heart as he came in. The moments like this were all too-soon coming to an end as his transfer to Earth was in the works.

At least Molly should keep solid memories of her other-mother, as they referred to Nerys. Video calls would help strengthen ties, he knew, but losing her as a part of their family was the hardest part for he and Keiko both.

Such sad musings were not for now. Kissing his family hello was.

End of an era

Nov. 25th, 2025 11:23 pm
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I was so busy talking about other things yesterday that I entirely missed something I wanted to say.

It's been something like three and a half years...yes I just went and checked, March 2022, I know it wasn't long before I got offered the job I now have (which was May of that year) because it was important that I was still so-underemployed-I-basically-unemployed, pretty much working as a favor to the friends I was working for, and really struggling with job hunting and interviews.

That chance meeting with someone who I got along with so well and who was so complimentary to me meant so much.

Things quickly got complicated and then the rest of my life got more complicated -- I remember having phone calls about the CEO recruitment while I was in Bournemouth for the work conference that I basically abandoned halfway through to deal with the ticket office closure campaign, still the biggest thing I've dealt with at work, and I'd been there barely a year at the time.

I did present at the board and staff away day that summer about EDI; amid people who could really do finance and governance and stuff I felt like such a lightweight with my focus on inclusivity and lived experience and all that, but everyone was supportive and flattering about absolutely everything that I did as a member of that board of trustees. I learned a hell of a lot -- including getting my first experience of being on the other side of a job interview, so soon after I was lambasting them, which was really interesting and did end up useful at work where I've been part of a few recruiting processes since.

Around the new year, with the sad loss of Gary and the impending Trump doom and the potential to lose my job or face a much-changed workplace and my grandma in hospice care, I reached a point where something had to give and it turned out to be this. I e-mailed the new CEO and said I thought I'd have to step down. She was very kind and said that if I could hang on until the end of my term, which them understanding my reduced capacity, it'd make various things easier for them. Since this meant probably no more than attending a few online meetings and the occasional e-mail, I said I was happy to give it a try. I did make an attempt to meet them on this summer's away day, as I was in London that day anyway for work, but it didn't end up happening and that was fine.

Monday was the AGM at which I and the long-time treasurer stepped down: our terms had ended, his job was more demanding now, and I was sad to go but feeling sufficiently battered by the year that I know I made the right decision; I already feel bad that I wasn't able to give this more time and attention in 2025. The outgoing treasurer said his little piece and left the Teams meeting, and then I quickly burbled something about how much this has meant to me, how much I appreciated having been brought in (sadly the person who did so has not been able to be part of the organisation for some time themselves, so they were not able to hear me say this) and how much of a difference it had made to my

They also got me a free Audible credit as a leaving present, which is a perfect gift for me in that I like audiobooks, maybe not enough to faff around setting up an Amazon account (I had shared Andrew's, back in the day, so already lost access to years of Audible subscription that way, sigh), but the thought really does count. When I wrote back to the CEO to thank her/everyone for it, she replied not only being gracious about that but also saying "I was touched by what you said about the impact for you of becoming a trustee and wondered if you might be willing to write a paragraph that we might use when we’re recruiting trustees again or for our Trustees report? It would be great to capture as a quote if that’s possible?"

Yeah, I am very happy to write them a paragraph. Least I can do.

Purrcy; Turkey Day

Nov. 26th, 2025 05:26 pm
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Purrcy looks very *intent* but not necessarily *intelligent* because ... there was a MOTH! Flying much too high for him to even try grabbing, but a riveting prey item nonetheless. This was from a few weeks ago.

Purrcy the tuxedo tabby stares upward very intently, not toward the camera or human but away as if toward the ceiling. His eyes are wide and green.


Turkey day is upon us!

E&P drove down from Boston yesterday during the day yesterday, though the last part had to be in the dark because the traffic got so heavy from Danbury on, and it was raining.

I'm feeling really good about having surrendered the spatula, because the fact is I'm going through a period where I'm in pain a lot. I guess I haven't mentioned this before, but in the past month or so I've developed tendonitis in my left shoulder, the one that works the cane, and also the one that controls the mouse--because I've got such long-standing pain and weakness in the *right* hand.

The pain often (usually?) wakes me up after not-quite-enough sleep, and it really drags me down. [personal profile] elayna just mentioned Essentrics, which I can stream on NJ-PBS, and I'm going to try doing that 3 times a week and see if it helps. Otherwise I feel as though I'm gradually accumulating chronic pain vampires that are gradually sapping my ability to function. And I've got to find a way to beat them back other than "lie in bed for hours a day, under a heating blanket & cat, reading".

Menu this year, as last:

- roast spatchcocked chicken, plus turkey legs & thighs
- roasted garlic gravy
- Our Stuffing Recipe™
- roast veg, asst.
- "Indian Pudding"
- Our Cranberry Sauce™
- salad
- pumpkin pie, apple pie, whipped cream

Alas, my brother has a bad cold and won't be joining us. It's not COVID & not the flu, so there's that, but he's too snotty to travel. Since he won't be around I think I won't make turkey gumbo tomorrow, I'll just make stock, do the gumbo on Saturday.

Food

Nov. 26th, 2025 04:11 pm
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Archaeologists uncover a 2,000-year-old crop in the Canary Islands

Millennia-old Canary Island lentils reveal a resilient genetic legacy with major potential for future climate-smart crops.

Scientists decoded DNA from millennia-old lentils preserved in volcanic rock silos on Gran Canaria. The findings show that today’s Canary Island lentils largely descend from varieties brought from North Africa around the 200s. These crops survived cultural upheavals because they were so well-suited to the islands’ harsh climate. Their long-standing resilience could make them valuable for future agriculture
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Lentils in general comprise a climate-resilient crop. 

Allow me to recommend our family recipe for Lentil Dal from the Vegetarian Epicure Vol. 2.  It is warm, aromatic, delicious comfort food.  :D  If you like seasoned but not picante food, either skip the tadka (simmering spices in ghee) that goes on the top -- which is what I do, taking my portion before that goes on -- or just omit the peppers from it.  If you like food that commands respect, use your favorite hot peppers.  This dal is lovely by itself, with rice, or over other things like hot dogs or baked potatoes (anywhere you'd use a chili topping).
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This had been on my to-read list for some time. When I read the Detection Club's parody Ask a Policeman I had some knowledge of three of the detectives being parodied — Lord Peter Wimsey, Mrs Bradley and Roger Sheringham, but the fourth, Sir John Saumarez, I'd never heard of before. At the time none of the books featuring him was readily available, but Enter Sir John has been reprinted recently so I thought I'd take a look. (The reprint is of the 1929 US edition, which apparently changes the victim's name compared to the UK version).

So, the plot: A travelling theatre company visits a provincial town. Screams are heard at a boarding house where two of the women are having dinner. When help arrives, one of them is dead, and the other one is promptly arrested, tried and convicted for the murder. Sir John, a noted actor-manager who knows Martella, the convicted actress, decides she is innocent and sets out to clear her name. Whether this inspired the premise of Dorothy L Sayers' Strong Poison or whether it was convergent evolution, I don't know.

Having read it, I think it's not entirely surprising that Sir John didn't have the lasting fame of the other three. He's an entertaining enough character, with the authors not taking him entirely seriously, but a lot of the surrounding cast aren't really fleshed out. And the plot is fairly slight; once Sir John has decided that Martella didn't do it, there aren't that many suspects for who did, so the second half of the book is fairly linear as he builds up his case, extracts a confession from the murderer, and gets Martella's conviction overturned. It's not to say there isn't the odd plot twist, but there's no point at which he has to throw out all his work and start again.

What does stick a little in the mind is the motive. spoiler )

And one curiosity. The reprint included a reproduction of the original frontispiece. What caught my attention was that the illustrator appears to have presciently modelled Sir John on Peter Capaldi.

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Yesterday, there was dense fog in Minneapolis. I could see almost (but not quite) a full block away. Later that afternoon, there was some rain. Overnight we got our first snow. It was light snow at my house. I got only about 2.5cm/1in deep, but I still had to go shovel the sidewalk and alleyway to move some snow-and-leaves combo that would be unpleasant if allowed to stay. They got significantly more snow farther north around Minnesota.

The temperature in Minneapolis is just slightly below freezing right now. We're expected to get -17C/1F low temperature over the weekend. Winter is here.

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