Tropic of Serpents, a Memoir by Lady Trent; Marie Brennan
continuing this fictional memoir. This is Victorian Naturalists BUT WITH DRAGONS, it's set in a different world one main difference is that THERE ARE DRAGONS but also everywhere has different names and the main religion in the not-Europe seems more Jewish than Christian in influence. This installment adds a second woman to the main cast (which is quite a *small* main cast, of Intrepid Naturalists)
Gentleman Jole and the Red Queen; Bujold.
This is a Cordelia novel. YAAAAAAY for Cordelia. It is less... hectic than a Miles novel and vastly less FULL OF STUPID than the Ivan book. My favorite thing so far is finding out that (spoilers) Pbeqryvn vf n yvne, naq gur zbfg boabkvbhf guvatf fur fnlf va gur jubyr frevrf vf n gbgny yvr, ba obgu pbhagf.
- video clip about Hazel
- Deafinitely Theatre
- 4 types of placement in syntactic space: topographical (literal), abstract (most common - e.g. choosing between two things, place them in space); hierarchical (top-down; indicates power/status; used to indicate e.g. family structures, or conversations with superiors/inferiors, via where sign/eyeline/etc are placed); numerical
- proforms and classifiers (placing things within space; types of thing; the evolution of the sign for "telephone"!)
Politics. Mostly about sign song: it's of necessity SSE rather than BSL, and ends up being incredibly unidiomatic (SSE of "cross the river" is CROSS [the generic object]-RIVER rather than RIVER-CROSS [the proform/topographic placement]. Not of any particular interest to d/Deaf culture, and sometimes seen as patronising/appropriative in addition to irrelevant; but can be a very useful practice tool for people learning BSL because it makes you sign faster (than you think you can), learn a lot of vocab, and helps cement vocab (in the same way that learning words to music is generally easier than learning words in isolation). We did also watch a brief video clip about the youngest child of two very-famous-in-UK-d/Deaf-culture people (at least one of whom is involved in Deafinitely Theatre IIRC), whose name is given on her birth certificate both as it would be written/spoken and in the notation used for transcribing signs.
( Vocabulary )
- sign along to Abba's I have a dream every other day or so
- pick a song to sign along to; work out as much of it as possible, and bring it along next time
- practise describing things on a table (record self to make sure using eyeline/getting consistent surface)
- practise describing a picture (ditto)
Born on this day in 1637 to Frederick Prince of Orange and Amalia of Solms-Braunfels, Henriette of Nassau (my toy,wikipedia). Sister of William, father of William II and III. She married a German prince as part of her father's plan to maintain peace with Germany, the marriage seems to have been successful.
Last night, a coyote smashed its way through the wooden wall of the hen house and ate the Disgruntled Viking Chicken. We’ll miss her.
We never intended to end up with a Disgruntled Viking Chicken. We’d gone to the feed store to buy Rhode Island Red chicks, but there was also one little ball of yellow fluff who’d gotten her head stuck in the food dish, peeping angrily. I thought that was cute, and so we ended up with one yellow Buff Orpington along with our flock of sleek red-orange rhodies. The rhodies would sit on the Blue Haired Girlfriend’s lap, watching TV and being petted, while the Disgruntled Viking Hen investigated the edibility of such culinary delights as “electrical cords” and “socks.”
We probably shouldn’t have been surprised when head-stuck-in-food-dish chick grew into a hungry yellow fluffsphere with feet. She stalked frogs in the duckpond, dismembered them with disturbing zeal, and ate them messily. She had an uncanny ability to locate styrofoam, aluminum foil, and plastic buried in the mud, which she would then attempt to eat and angrily peck any humans who took them away. She once leaped up and pecked Soup-Nose the goat right in the udder when she felt that Soup-Nose was getting too close to her barley.
She gave no fucks about flock politics, unless someone was taking her food, in which case I hope The Powers That Be had mercy on them, cause she sure wouldn’t. But whenever we got new birds, they always ended up sleeping cuddled up to the Disgruntled Viking Hen, who just didn’t care if they were strangers or scared or lost or at the bottom of the pecking order. The peacocks slept one on each side of her, leaning on her, for months after we got them. If she realized they were not actually chickens, she did not care.
I hope Chicken Afterlife is full of wonderful things to eat, like styrofoam and uranium and nebulas and square roots and entropy and fulgarites, and nobody to take them away from her. And I’m glad all the new arrivals to Chicken Afterlife - scared and lost - will find a warm soft grouchy yellow fluffsphere who gives no fucks to sleep next to.
Work is full of enough bullshit drama that if I can get the same money and work anywhere else, I'll leave. One coworker is super annoying and I've gone to my supervisor about her (and making me resent someone enough to take action against them is not trivial) and the management have started doing things that are explicitly forbidden by union rules. I got another coworker hooked on Call the Midwife and she loves it and its sense of being hectically busy with meaningful work... but we both sighed longingly over the idea of a workplace where you get adequate support and training, and when you screw up you're treated with understanding and respect.
Now I faceplant and sleep for twelve hours.
Born on this day in 1274 to King Charles II of Naples and Mary of Hungary, Louis of Toulouse (my toy,wikipedia). Great-grand-son of Ramon, father of Eleanor, wife of Henry III. Louis was cannonized in 1317, and his cult was mostly relevant in Hungary.
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cattitude saw daffodils on the weekend, and today we went for a walk so I could look at them. We also saw crocuses and snowdrops: only a few of each, but it's cheering, and today was warm and sunny (I think the high was 59 F/15 C). I will miss the weather here once we move back to the northeast.
I've been doing some more freelance work, and today's note is that it's tricky editing figure captions when you can't see the figures. So, formatting, grammar, and hope for the best. (There is no visible pattern to when this client does and doesn't include the figures when I get the files.)
My Hugo Award nominating PIN arrived yesterday, and I have made the nominations I was sure of from notes I'd made over the last several months. (They're set up so you can add/change/remove nominations until the deadline.)
I have a feeling there is a lot left to do in moving planning; time to look at my lists to figure out what it is, and maybe do a bit more division of tasks?
I'm seeing my eye doctor on Thursday, since it's been a year and I wanted to get a checkup in now, while I have an eye doctor I already know and like. (Given my medical history, I want an ophthalmologist, not just an optometrist.)
Now that I've got your attention: my friend Erica is raising money for much-needed trauma therapy and could use your help. I've known her IRL for ten years and can vouch for her as much as I can for anyone in the world; she's a real person and the money will go to do what it says on the tin. Erica is someone who's supported me in a myriad of ways, and I'm not the only one, so if you help her, you'll be helping me. She just needs $145 more in order to meet her goal.
If you have a couple bucks to spare: do it to support an intersectional social justice writer, do it to support a disabled queer trans woman of color, do it to redistribute wealth, or just do it because that would make me happy. Here's the link to her fundraiser. I reserve the right to keep nagging you all until she meets her goal.
Edit: Erica reached her goal! Thanks to those who donated.
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♣ I have decided to throw overboard my self-imposed restriction on how many books I am allowed to acquire per month. I have cut back - or given up completely - on a lot of the things that give me an addictive high (you know what I mean - the "shiny things!" accomplished feeling, or caffeine+sugar rushes, also chocolate) and I felt it was overly harsh to limit my book intake on top of that. Thus, four books have arrived/are on their way to me.
♣ Speaking of books, I received a PDF copy of Apex Magazine's ebook anthology through LibraryThing's Early Reviewers group.
♣ Don't have to go back to work before Thursday.
♣ I made delicious sweet cinnamon apple-jelly cake, with a cookie-crumble base, a thin layer of sliced apples, and a cheesecake-ish top layer (its main ingredients are self-made apple jelly and some soy yoghurt). The best thing is that I made it from scratch, without a recipe. *is proud*
♣ I have friends online and offline ♥
♣ Decided to get rid of my microwave. It feels oddly freeing.
Born on this day in 1263 to King Afonso III of Portugal, Afonso of Portugal (my toy,wikipedia). Husband of Violante, grand-daughter of Ferdinand, father of Eleanor, wife of Edward I. Does not appear to have done anything interesting.
a) a non-optional request for title
b) that didn't include my title (or the title of the person that pointed you here it).
Solutions to this include:
a) make "title" optional (you can always address people as Dear Forename Surname!)
b) make title a field which the customer can type in themselves
c) Just don't collect title at all
Frequently Questioned Answers
A: How about you tell us what your title is, and we'll sort it out manually
Q: Is that actually going to solve your problem?
A: Can't we just have a longer list of titles?
Q: How long a list do you want? There are a lot of titles out there!
A: But we don't actually want to know your title, we want to know your gender
Q: Is it any of your business what my gender is? If it really really is then maybe explain why. If it's so you can better stereotype marketing emails, then no, it isn't.
Q2: You know that asking non-binary people if they're male or female is really quite rude, don't you? If you don't, try on for size "Are you Christian or Muslim? Just pick whichever one is a better fit. No, 'Buddhist' isn't an option, so just pick the closest of 'Christian' or 'Muslim'. It doesn't really matter, it's just our system needs to know. Because it does. Surely everyone's *basically* Christian or Muslim? No? Well, try describing your genitalia to me and I'll guess for you". If you want a title that is suitable for non-binary people, use "Mx" — but that still won't
help you with the set of your clientele that are Dr/Revd/Rabbi/Dame/Major/Prof/etc. etc.
More comprehensive reasons why this is bad practice; UK Government advice says this as well.
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Born on this day in 1679 to Frederick Saxe-Gotha-Altenburg I, Duke of Saxe-Gotha-Altenburg and Magdalena of Saxe-Weissenfels, Elisabeth of Saxe-Gotha-Altenburg (my toy,wikipedia). Brother of Frederick, father of Augusta, mother of George III. Does not merit own wikipage.
I no longer need at-home nursing. :) I see the spine specialist in two weeks; if everything healed cleanly, I should be able to do things like "go outside", "lift more than 5 pounds", "go back to work", "exercise", and "start physical therapy" (I'm not allowed to do anything with my back until the bones stop being broken).
This is a very daunting and long (6-18 month) recovery process.
I am starting to be able to sit at a desk instead. :) This is the first update that was typed on an actual computer and not a phone. It's painful -- some of that is upper back pain that won't get better unless my upper back muscles bulk up to where they were before.