Philosophical Questions: Morals

Nov. 22nd, 2025 01:25 am
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People have expressed interest in deep topics, so this list focuses on philosophical questions.

What are the biggest moral dilemmas your country is facing now?


Privacy, body autonomy, democracy, and climate change.


Holiday cards

Nov. 22nd, 2025 06:50 am
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Shout out to anyone who wants a holiday card this year.

I plan to start writing ALL my cards this week and post by next weekend which means I'm 3 weeks ahead of final posting dates so they should arrive on time even for folks overseas!

If I already have your address you'll be on the list but please feel free to drop contact deets below to make sure - post is screened.

Today (Saturday) I am attempting to deal with the utter chaos in my bedroom, repot some houseplants and batch cook for next week - so being able to sit down and have some time to write cards would be most welcome!

Happier homework news

Nov. 21st, 2025 11:54 pm
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Human Services homework for this week is to watch a movie and do a strengths assessment for one of the characters; movie choice was left up to us, with a list of options provided. I picked my own, which means that I just got to watch How to Train Your Dragon for homework.

I am very pleased by this.

in the middle of our street

Nov. 21st, 2025 11:32 pm
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Did not hear from engineer today. Fingers crossed for next week.

Visiting dad got put off until tomorrow so that meant I got to spend some more time sorting out the basement bathroom. I got the caulking done and... boy, I am not good at that. I was thinking if I got the hang of it I would also add some to the kitchen tiles where the contractor missed it but... no. I have gained many new skills during this phase of dealing with the house, but this is definitely not one of them. It looks like I put it on drunk.

Big stack o' paper has been sorted out and divided into things I am keeping for tax purposes, things I am keeping for insurance purposes, things I am keeping for grant purposes, and things I just threw onto the stack because I didn't know what else to do with it. I'll do the actual scanning and uploading on erm, maybe Sunday.

I also spent some time going through my credit card statements last night looking for proof I had paid a couple of bills and in the process I discovered that I have some charges I don't recognize. They're for small amounts which is why I didn't spot them earlier, but there are a bunch of them. Two different small companies in the US and when I looked at their websites they use the exact same templates. Everything is identical except for the text and the photos. I sent one of them a 'hey, who are you' email and got an immediate auto-response saying if I was disputing a charge I should list all my email addresses and my credit card number so they can look it up.

(Also? One of the websites sold makeup. I think the last time I wore makeup was 2010.)

So. That card got cancelled. I put in a fraud claim and hopefully I get the money back.

***

Physio is going really really well. I've stopped using the cane for short walks and so far my foot is holding up great. I cannot tell you how fantastic it is to be able to move normally again, even if just for short distances.

Every time I go to the physiotherapist we go over the exercises I'm doing and she adds a slight modification that makes it slightly more difficult and apparently my body really likes being challenged because it's making a huge difference. And then she spends 20 minutes doing what she calls "deep tissue work" which is code for finding every single sensitive spot in my foot and lower calf and using it as a platform to balance her entire body weight on her elbow.

Fuckit, if it's working, I'll take it.

Today's Smoothie

Nov. 21st, 2025 10:46 pm
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Today we made a smoothie with:

1 cup Pom pomegranate-blueberry juice
1 cup Brown Cow vanilla yogurt
1 banana
1/2 cup frozen strawberries
1/2 cup ice

The result is bright red-violet and on the thin side.  It has a deeper fruit flavor from the pomegranate -- a nice fall smoothie. 

Are there bears in the forest?

Nov. 21st, 2025 10:00 pm
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I have more than the minimum word count of my Yuletide story and a vague ambition for how it will go from here. It is not done, but it is well and truly begun.

My great big transit adventure pt 3

Nov. 21st, 2025 05:51 pm
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I'd scheduled a cab to take me down to my appointment at Service Ontario but today was the day those No park signs spraypainted onto the street for the last week came into effect as little bobcats ripped chunks out of the pavement and then filled them up again with asphalt. When I went to check 90 minutes before my due time, cars were able to pass, but there was no guarantee the bobcats wouldn't start on a new section. So I cancelled my cab and hoofed it over to Bathurst (shall be oh so happy when the Christie elevator becomes operational) and so down to College. Where my normal up elevator was out of service but I eventually located one in the labyrinthine and badly signposted MARS building. Up to the street and over to Bay and eventually located the totally unsignposted wheelchair entrance, and by dint of asking a security guard, the minisculely signposted elevator down.

I was early because of course I was, but they called me fifteen minutes after my appointed time and I was out ten minutes after. Found my MARS elevator no prob, empty subway train to St George, and announcements that train would bypass Spadina station because of a police investigation. Well, I wasn't going north, I was going west today, so down to the line 2 platform, black with the unlovely youth of TO and their backpacks and their hockey sticks and their shoving and jostling and loud whoops of glee. Ah well, knew I'd hit the student rush hour, shou ga nai. But the westbound train comes in, I get on, and then a stentorian loudspeaker says EASTBOUND TO KENNEDY, THIS TRAIN IS EASTBOUND TO KENNEDY. Bref, all westbound trains were turning back at St George because the investigation was at the line 2 Spadina station. So forced my way back through the crowd and tried to locate the elevator which was on the far side of the sea of humanity, both sides of the platform. And may I say, guys who stand on the platform edge looking down the tunnel in case the train might come earlier than announced, blissfully unaware of someone trying to pass them from behind, are asking to be shoved off said platform. Made it to the elevator along with many other disabled types with walkers, and mothers with tank strollers, and the elevator showed no signs of coming, and when it did it was full of tank strollers who decided no they didn't want to get off after all. One or two walkers made it on, also an unlovely youth who slid past me before I could move and stood there looking innocently over my head. 

Got to the street eventually and then walked home. The one good thing being that Wieners was still open and I could buy fruit fly traps. Guy recommended fly paper but I've dealt with fly paper before and don't care to repeat the experience. So 8000 steps today and a temporary health card and the real thing if and when the post office agrees.

The odd thing being that both my health card and ID date from four years ago and I seem to remember going down to Bay St to get them, pandemic or no, but I have no record at all of doing so.

Science

Nov. 21st, 2025 02:59 pm
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Light has been hiding a magnetic secret for nearly 200 years

New research shows that light’s magnetic field is far more influential than scientists once believed. The team found that this magnetic component significantly affects how light rotates as it passes through certain materials. Their work challenges a 180-year-old understanding of the Faraday Effect and opens pathways to new optical and magnetic technologies.
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Here is your friendly reminder, especially for people in the US coming up to Thursday's Big Eating Day, that if you donate 25 USD worth of cash or food to a food bank or food pantry, you can prompt me to write for you: fanfiction, fanpoetry, or original poetry, anywhere on the sliding scale from staid, metered verse to filthy limericks.

This applies to recurring donations too!
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I worked on my 2025 story index and found myself capable of forming the thought: "O poor pitful barely-productive me! I have been so depressed that I have only posted 199 fanworks so far this year."

It is definitely time for a seasonally-appropriate vacation and a hug or twelve.

"Yes, but so many of them were limericks!"

Fuck off into the sun, inner critic. Just because I would've liked to have written novels and haven't does not make the things I have made entirely negligible.

Birdfeeding

Nov. 21st, 2025 02:18 pm
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Today is cloudy, rainy, and cool.

I fed the birds. I haven't seen any activity today.

The birdbaths are already full from the rain.

EDIT 11/21/25 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.

I've seen several sparrows and house finches at the fly-through feeder, which is basically a little roof over a tray of seed. I can see why they'd prefer it today.

EDIT 11/21/25 -- I did more work around the patio.

I am done for the night.

New Worlds: Sex Segregation

Nov. 21st, 2025 06:04 pm
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Segueing on from eunuchs and the notion of them guarding harems, let's talk about contexts in which people tend to get separated on the basis of sex. Or gender -- but in the types of contexts were this segregation happens, the concern is often very specifically about bodies, and what they're carrying downstairs. When biological sex and social gender do not align, the dynamics get more complicated, as we're seeing in the present day.

Some kinds of sex segregation are situational, being focused on a specific event. Rites of passage in certain types of society are often focused on initiating boys into the company of men and girls into the company of women; it therefore makes sense that the other group shouldn't be present. Childbirth is another event that may be restricted only to women, with men having their own traditions to perform elsewhere. Even a girls' slumber party may be off-limits to boys, any such intruders being driven away with shrieks of outrage and maybe some thrown pillows. But once that event is over, the space opens up again; the living room where the slumber party was held is not forbidden to men forevermore.

Where the separation is more about the space than a specific event, it's most likely to happen in contexts that are both bodily and communal. Locker rooms and bathing facilities, for example, involve individuals stripping down in the company of other people, so we tend to have separate ones for men and women. The communal part is particularly important here: nobody thinks twice about the fact that toilets at home or on airplanes are all-gender by default, because they're also single-occupancy. It's only when the space is shared that hackles rise over a lack of segregation -- though proponents point out that all-gender communal restrooms tend to be built in a way that offers more privacy to everybody, and that's a good thing.

For many of us, it probably makes sense that anything which involves baring intimate parts of the body should be veiled from the opposite sex, outside special circumstances. But the "bodily" part of the above equation also extends in directions that may be less obvious to my average reader . . . like eating. We think nothing of men and women eating together, even in public! But in other places and times, women have taken their meals separately from men, even within the walls of their own homes -- and a restaurant is right out. Regency England considered it barely acceptable for a woman of quality to dine in a private room at a commercial establishment, especially if she was traveling, but out in public? That was scandalous. (The French, ever risqué, thought it was just fine.)

The other broad category in which segregation may rear its head is religious contexts. Mosques very commonly have separate sections for men and women, for the very practical reason than Muslim prayer involves kneeling and bowing one's head to the ground, which leads to a lot of time with the rear end of the person ahead of you being right in front of your face. In mixed contexts, it's easy to see how this can get socially awkward and may distract people from the religious matters that should be their focus. Orthodox and some Conservative Jewish synagogues likewise maintain separate sections for men and women, again for reasons of modesty and improved attention to God.

Depending on the place in question, this division can be accomplished in a number of ways. The different sections can be marked by anything from segregated doors to a rope to a low wall to a curtain, depending on the degree of privacy required. This may run laterally through the space, so that the women are (usually) behind the men, or it may run axially, placing them side-by-side -- the latter carrying a great symbolic connotation of equality, as it allows both sexes to be equally close to the front. Or the separation may be greater, with women in a balcony (echoed by the Women's Gallery that used to allow English ladies to observe the doings of a wholly masculine Parliament), in a different room, or even in another building entirely, one constructed for their sole use.

Of course, when we think of sex segregation, we think above all of purdah -- using that as a generalized term for the seclusion of women from public view, via clothing, architecture, and behavior, in all contexts rather than only specific ones. On the sartorial end, veils can hide a woman's hair, face, or even eyes from view, while long skirts, long sleeves, and perhaps gloves conceal everything else, depending on the degree of concealment required. On the architectural end, pierced wooden screens serve a dual purpose: environmentally, they permit some air circulation while blocking most light, and socially, they prevent outsiders from easily seeing into the house, where the women are.

In English we tend to equate the word "harem" with a man's collection of wives and concubines, but properly speaking, it's the private part of the house, which by the principle of metonymy came to also indicate the women there. Male outsiders and servants may not enter; even male relatives may be restricted, with only the closest or those under the age of puberty allowed across the threshold. Meanwhile, the women themselves often face restrictions on their ability to leave -- which, in extreme cases (like the wives and concubines of a ruler), might extend as far as prohibiting that entirely.

To be clear, although we associate this with the Muslim world, and perhaps with India, that's not its only context. Noble and royal women in East Asian countries, for example, might only converse with men from behind a screen, because it was improper for them to be viewed directly. Early modern Spanish writings are full of the idea that women should stay within their houses and not go out, only grudgingly allowing for things like church attendance -- indeed, Europe more broadly agreed that women should not be out in public any more than strictly necessary. Where there is patriarchy, there will be a desire to control the visibility, movements, and activities of women.

At least for elite women. Because let's be clear: this kind of segregation is ultimately a luxury, and therefore not equally affordable by all classes. Somebody has to go out for food, water, and other necessities, and that work can't all be done by men, because they're busy with their own jobs. The private seclusion of upper-class women relies on the public activities of slaves or paid servants, many of whom will be female. Meanwhile, households living closer to the poverty line can't afford that kind of help; their women might have to work at agricultural or commercial tasks just to make ends meet. They may still be barred from certain contexts, forbidden to attend the theatre or take a meal in a tavern, and they may be required to observe strict forms of modesty while they're out and about, but they can't be hidden away entirely.

Ultimately, then, while limited and context-dependent forms of sex segregation can be very commonplace, the blanket sort indicated by the term purdah is an expression not only of gender ideology but of economics. It can only occur where there is the wealth to support it, along with the will to enforce it.

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2025/186: Hitwoman — Elsie Marks

Nov. 21st, 2025 11:56 am
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2025/186: Hitwoman — Elsie Marks

...that’s the problem with rich people in the UK – not only are half of them clinically evil, they’re clinically evil bastards who all went to school together and still haven’t grown up. [loc. 2457]

Maisie Baxter works for Novum, a boutique ethical assassination agency. Her boss is the charismatic Gabby Hawthorne (played, in my head, by Helen Mirren); she shares a flat with Beth, who knows nothing about Maisie's job; she's been single for a while, because she can't have a relationship without revealing her secret double life.

But when a man named Will shows up at two of her jobs, and the target is killed before she can take care of business, she becomes suspicious Read more... )

Takamura Chieko (1886-1938)

Nov. 21st, 2025 08:39 pm
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[1886 seems to have been a particularly tragic birth year; hang on until next week or the week after, when it starts getting better.]

Takamura Chieko was born in 1886 in Fukushima, where her family ran a sake brewery; her maiden name was Naganuma. After graduating from high school, she left for Tokyo in 1903 to enter Japan Women’s University. Although quiet and shy, she was a tennis star (defeating her classmate Hiratsuka Raicho frequently) and one of the first female university students to ride a bicycle (perhaps influenced by Nikaido Tokuyo, later a leader of women’s physical education in Japan, who had been Chieko’s sister’s teacher and became a lifelong friend).

She graduated from the home economics department in 1907, and convinced her parents to let her stay in Tokyo and study oil painting (she had started painting while in college; although dormitory residents were not allowed snacks, bread to be used as an eraser was permitted, and she enjoyed nibbling it). At the school of art, she dressed flamboyantly, with a scarlet kimono robe and cobalt-blue cloak, but worked hard (unflustered even when the nude models were male) and stuck quietly to her own pursuits. She did have a crush on fellow student Nakamura Tsune, who was later to propose unsuccessfully to Soma Kokko’s daughter Toshiko.

In 1911 Chieko became involved with Raicho’s feminist magazine Seito [Bluestocking], drawing its first cover illustration. It was around this time that she met the sculptor and poet Takamura Kotaro; he ran the art store where Chieko and Tamura Toshiko held a joint exhibition. Three years older than she, Kotaro had just come back from a tour of France and the US after finishing art school. They married in 1914, after two years as lovers. While she continued to paint after marriage as well as serving as Kotaro’s model, she struggled with her artistic vision, particularly with color.

In 1929, Chieko’s family in Fukushima fell on hard times. Her mother and niece came to live in Tokyo, where money was short; although she was determined to help support them, Chieko was unable to sell her paintings. Shortly afterward she began to show signs of schizophrenia. In 1932 she attempted suicide, and was eventually institutionalized; her niece Haruko became her principal carer. She would no longer attempt oil paintings, instead devoting herself to paper cutting art and producing over a thousand artworks, which she showed proudly to Kotaro when he visited.
She died in 1938 at the age of fifty-two. Kotaro published the Chieko-sho collection three years later, a kind of biography in poetry of his wife. Numerous films and dramas have since been made about the two of them.

Sources
Nakae
Mori 1996
https://palianshow.wordpress.com/2025/05/20/chieko-takamura/ (English) Photos of Chieko and selections of her artwork
https://koyama287.livedoor.blog/archives/cat_34807.html (Japanese) This is an enormous archive about Takamura Kotaro which also contains hundreds of articles tagged with Chieko; I am not up to going through them all but a skim through the illustrations should be interesting.

Follow Friday 11-21-25: Knitting

Nov. 21st, 2025 01:20 am
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Today's theme is Knitting.  You might also like my Hobbies: Knitting post with resources.

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