October 22nd, 2017
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After the bookstore we wandered around for the other scenes in town. A couple of art galleries --- the peninsula is thick with art galleries --- and antique shops. Also the curious shuttered and abandoned building named The Pier Group Shops, according to a sign that looks like it was abandoned in place in 1982. It turns out the place was abandoned in place in 1982, the result of some impossible-to-follow argument among people with money in the thing. The building's shockingly dilapidated considering how much tourist money there is in town, and even the sign is growing so shabby as to be almost too affected. The 'E' in ``Pier Group'', for example, had two of its nails rust through, and so it dangles, almost upside-down, from the last, below the line of the text. Plans to do something with the property are allegedly under way, according to what is clearly not the same local news article that's run every sixteen months since 1983.

We went to the ice cream shop next to the water wheel restaurant. [profile] bunny_hugger had been in there way back in the day, before it was closed to all but private functions. We sat on the open porch and drinking coffee and tea and watching the small river and the wheel. It turns out the wheel was always an affectation, and never did any milling or other work. I seem to remember there also being some story about the wheel being built without construction permits, but that's been forgiven because now it's been around a long while and people take pictures of it and stuff. I may have the details wrong. It's in too damaged a shape to turn, which somehow puts it in that weird class of things that improve the look of the area by looking like ruins.

North of town is a mill pond and we went up there to look for wildlife, particularly fish. When we'd been there before we would look into the still water and consider how we didn't see any fish, and then we blinked and suddenly we saw them all. This time, despite being open to it, we never did see fish. Maybe we were too early in their life cycle; the 2013 visit was in early August, after all. We didn't see any fish to speak of. Just the occasional --- splash!

And then we did see something. A good-sized mammal, puttering its way across the pond. Then another going back the other way. We were too far away to get a good look at it, but I did my best to take photos and a movie and that ... doesn't quite clear up what we saw. A beaver seems like the obvious guess. Possibly an otter, although its head seems a bit stocky for that. Something that's able to dive under and stay a good while and will vanish into shore-side wood-lined burrows anyway.

After this crossing we waited a good long while hoping to see a return from these creatures. They never came back, and eventually we walked back to the main areas of town, along the way spotting a red squirrel with some harsh words for us.

Though we had been to the beach at Omena and at Suttons Bay we hadn't done much beach-walking this trip. And [profile] bunny_hugger wanted to find a fossil. So we went to the marina and wandered around the sand there, at least once a flotilla of geese finished their march through the lawn, beach, and water. While [profile] bunny_hugger looked I tromped along this wedge of grass that was on the verge of caving in to the waters beneath. (It would be a drop of like two feet, but you could photograph it to look dramatic.) She would have a magnificent find: a Petoskey stone. These are fossilized coral, named for the town of Petoskey in northern Michigan where they came to public attention, and who knew you could just grab one like that? She's got an eye for fossils that I just haven't.

We were going to meet [profile] bunny_hugger's father and brother for dinner. Her mother still wasn't up for going out anywhere. We got back to the house to find that they had gone already, to the restaurant, in Northport, where we had just come from. I concede we could have better organized this. The restaurant was the one that had the dog prints in the cement out front, which it turns out is just part of the chain's gimmick. The place has some decent 10-to-20-dollar dinners ([profile] bunny_hugger's father was particularly taken by the au jus sandwich, and insisted on going back the next day, when he did not get the au jus). And it has an arcade. It's not as frenetic a blend of restaurant and arcade as, say, a Dave and Busters, but it does give kids something to do besides trying to sit still and read the menu.

Among the things it gives: pinball. They had a Junkyard, a late-90s Williams table that's familiar enough from home, but still a pretty reliable game to play. We gave [profile] bunny_hugger's brother the quick explanation of what to shoot for (it's the wrecking-ball crane in the back of the playfield) and had a three-player game in which he beat [profile] bunny_hugger. We took another round and this time he beat me.

Still, it's an appealing combination of things. They also had a two- or three-lane bowling alley, bringing to us thoughts of how we like bowling, although not enough to actually bowl.

Back home we'd continue our progress through Mice and Mystics and after a couple handily successful rounds we started to believe we just might finish the last chapter while on this vacation, with [profile] bunny_hugger's brother composing the whole story about how the archer-mouse Lily would become the ultimate hero. It didn't happen that Thursday, but we'd have two more days to try.

Trivia: After the defeat of Western Union's Americal Speaking Telephone Company in patent suits in 1879, stock in the Bell Telephone Company rose from $50 a share to nearly $1,000. Source: Destiny of the Republic: A Tale Of Madness, Medicine, and the Murder of a President, Candice Millard.

Currently Reading: The Greek War of Independence: Its Historical Setting, C M Woodhouse.


PS: OK, but what does Bronner's have in raccoons and guinea pigs? More than just this.

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Animatronic raccoon drummer. This critter would keep swaying back and forth and hitting the marshmallow drums and if it doesn't make perfect sense what he's doing, so what?


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A flock of guinea pig ornaments. More guinea pig ornaments than I imagined to exist, although they missed the Abyssinian breed, the one with the complicated sworls of fur that look all crazy. The guinea pigs shared space with hedgehogs.


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Hiking and log cabin ornaments! And I know you're thinking to joke about that clearly being a German-made hiking raccoon, but we know better. Would he only have the one walking-stick if he were German? Yeah.


October 21st, 2017
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posted by [personal profile] sabotabby at 06:08pm on 2017-10-21 under , , , ,
What’s more embarrassing:

1) a Kekistan flag, proving that you spend most of your time on porn message boards?
2) a Proud Boys flag, proclaiming that you never masturbate, and which is literally a giant cock?
3) being a cop with a Punisher water bottle that you quickly hide when CP24 cameras come around?

Discuss!

Pics of fash under the cut )Pics of fash under the cut )


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posted by [personal profile] vvalkyri at 02:24pm on 2017-10-21 under
Posted over on FB,
Related to #metoo and especially #ihave, it's worth remembering how lots and lots of movies demonstrate that stalking is how to find love. And then there's the movies that demonstrate that grabbing the girl and kissing her means she'll like you, or is at least a great way to get her to stop being angry. One of the things demonstrated in that screengrab I posted the other night (I'll add it in the comments) is how much stuff it's easy not to notice, or easy to not realize is not okay until looking back with more modern eyes. And I don't mean more modern than 50 years ago. I mean more modern than 30 years ago or even 20 or 10 years ago.

When I see #ihave posts all I know is that someone has given some thought to what they could have done better in their past and are trying to do better now. It tells me little more than that.


The Atlantic: Romantic comedies - where stalking meets love, which I found as a link off Bustle: 17 romantic movie heroes who actually sexually harassed the heroine.*


I'm trying to remember how to upload photos to dreamwidth because it isn't part of the rich text interface.

*The latter . . . has issues - ferex, I don't think Stardust belongs on there as it's explained. It has its own problems, but 'he kidnapped the Star to woo her!' is not accurate.
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posted by [personal profile] gale_storm at 07:06pm on 2017-10-21 under

Purr and Meow!

The other day, these tie pins I ordered from Doodlecats arrived, and Per asked, ‘What, is that for the purrmian extinction event?’

’If it involved cats, maybe,’ I said, laughing.

For anyone who doesn’t know, he was referring to the Permian-Triassic Extinction Event, from 252 million years ago, when a significant amount of biodiversity on the planet was lost. Could’ve been called a re-boot incident, for all I know. But, this is one of the odd things about Per that make me love him like I do!
Mood:: 'Amewsed' Amewsed
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posted by [personal profile] twistedchick at 10:02am on 2017-10-21
I am jumping on the bandwagon for The Good Place with both feet! Philosophical discussion with disasters! Veronica Mars and Ted Danson and a lot of other excellent actors in a whacked out version of the afterlife.
It is wonderful!
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posted by [personal profile] nancylebov at 09:36am on 2017-10-21
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5gnpCqsXE8g

Ex-KGB guy lecturing about subversion in 1983.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yuri_Bezmenov

The beginning is ... amusing. He claims that the Soviet Union is immune to subversion because it's closed off from outside influences. It might also be amusing that he claims religion is the only thing which holds a society together, but fails to notice that the USSR tried to weaken religion.

However, his claims that it's possible to take a society down by amplifying its internal disruptive influences might be true.

The part that catches my attention is that cultivating no-compromise attitudes among people is very destructive. And that if you're looking to punish the other guy rather than get a good solution for the both of you, you're heading for trouble.

Unfortunately, it takes two to cooperate.

I'm wondering whether the world is worse than it needs to be, not so much because people are personally rotten as because there are organizations encouraging bad behavior for reasons which have nothing to do with the self-interest of the obvious culprits.

I suggest that malice is not adorable. Even if it's from people you agree with against people you don't trust. And that tear-it-all-downism might actually be bad for you.

There's a challenge here because hunting for negative foreign influence can also be a destructive force.

I'm not sure what the answer is. Look for people of good will. Don't make things worse.
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posted by [personal profile] madfilkentist at 09:12am on 2017-10-21
Lately there have been a lot of ugly insects, almost like flying roaches, around my front door every time I go out. Some have gotten in; I've found three this morning inside. It's the western conifer seed bug, which is unusually prevalent right now in my part of New Hampshire. I'm across the street from the town forest, which I'm sure adds to their concentration here.

Fortunately, they're slow-moving and harmless, just yucky. A dustbuster or paper towel makes short work of them. The weather is getting cool, and as the song says, they're "just a-lookin' for a home."
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posted by [personal profile] metahacker at 07:55am on 2017-10-21
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We had spent much of the week in a very relaxed and almost drifting fashion: rising late in the day, maybe going to the nearest towns, and not really trying to get anything much in. This was great, must say, as a vacation. But it did mean we were missing some chances to properly tour. Thursday we went out in the early afternoon to Northport, there to walk around and poke into the shops and see many old familiar sights.

For example, the old rock shop, built in this log cabin on the corner of the two major streets --- right across the road from the Tom's supermarket where we'd gotten our foodstuffs --- and there from the dawn of time until ... the end of last summer, it turned out. The owners had retired or something like that, and transferred the rock shop's remaining stock to their son's in (Other place I will never ever remember; maybe Empire). Had we gotten there a week before we'd have just seen a shuttered shop. But now it was the first week of operation for a place called Porcupine, selling ... well, not rocks. But souvenirs and stuff and travel bags and I see in my pictures a box in the window labelled ``FOUND MY ANIMAL'' and they have no idea. We emerged from our speechlessness enough to wish the new shopkeeper well with the venture, and to learn that it wasn't just a building that looked like an old wooden cabin. It really was an old wooden cabin built sometime in the 30s and apparently untouched by modern innovations like insulated walls. Must be a heck of a place in the winter. But it did much to explain the appearance of the place, if it was built by a guy who had some tools, some trees, and a determination to make a thing that was at least some shelter against the elements. So we came away seeing the building anew, but still ... well, I'd only been to the rock shop twice but who would've imagined that was all the visits I'd get in?

Other sights in town: a shop in a dark grey-painted building named ``uniquities'' and explained as ``Luxurious Necessities'' that we didn't even try going into. The Garage Bar and Grill, a bunch of picnic tables outside the open bay of a onetime garage, now serving pulled-pork burritos and the like. A restaurant that delighted us because the cement sidewalk leading up to it had dog prints trailing in. We would later learn that's part of the small chain's gimmick. The antiques shop filled with stuff like old campaign buttons (some apparently vintage, some definitely remakes of earlier campaign stuff), or tiny dollhouse model stoves carved out of metal and feeling substantial enough to be used as blunt-force instruments should the need arise and yet so perfectly detailed you could believe in mouse-people using the things.

And the used book store. We hadn't gone into it the previous year as the shopkeeper was just leaving to take someone to a medical appointment. This year, no such problem. We could putter around and oh they have a dog. A big dog torn between being friendly and flopping out asleep, like us. A delight: [profile] bunny_hugger found a copy of Wild Animus on the shelves. This maybe means nothing to you. Wild Animus is this guy's self-published memoir about finding his inner sheep. (Well, ram.) He printed up like 18 kajillion copies and hired college students to give it to everybody at the Phish concert who didn't swat them off first. The Internet is littered with stories about the weird ways they got this weird book. The bad-books podcast I Don't Even Own A Television overcame their bias against self-published books for this one, because the urgency with which the guy wanted the world to know about his inner sheep was too compelling. (It's a worthwhile podcast to listen to, this episode particularly.) And now, here, was an example found on the shelves. [profile] bunny_hugger took a picture to share with the I Don't Even Own A Television Facebook group, as is the custom.

We didn't buy it. I did buy a loosely respectable book about the golden age of Greenwich Village. And also Binary Fusion, an endearingly daft story of the Y2K bug and how it would be overcome by cold fusion-powered spherical microchips whose thereby infinite computing capacity would allow them to overcome the Y2K bug and all human strife by perfecting the DNA in an alien-assisted Shroud-of-Turin-cloned hermaphroditic Jesus Christ, but would stop short of an awareness that ``it's'' is not always the correct pronoun to use. I'd send that over to I Don't Even Own A Television but this was, it turns out, a self-published book and while they will make exceptions for self-published stuff with a crazy enough story behind it, I don't think merely having a cover blurb from someone else in the author's family and a web site despite the book being published in 1998 is enough. Although if the web site is still up maybe they'd make an exception because in-between the boring parts is some magnificent goofiness, as you see. Like the time the worldwide network of Oprah fans makes her show taping --- not a final, air-ready episode --- appear simultaneously on every TV set on every TV station in the world. If nothing else had happened the day would have been made.

Trivia: Hiram Maxim's experimental flying machine of 1894 reached 107 feet from wingtip to wingtip, carried two 180-horsepower steam engines (one for each of the 18-foot propellers), carrying capacity for three men, and weighed four tons. In its first test flight it got to the end of the launching guiderail before Maxim cut the engines, let it fall to the ground, and applied for a (United States) patent. Source: To Conquer the Air: The Wright Brothers and the Great Race for Flight, James Tobin.

Currently Reading: The Greek War of Independence: Its Historical Setting, C M Woodhouse.


PS: Next on the agenda? Christmas! Or at least our early-November-last-year visit to Bronner's Christmas Wonderland, one of the most overwhelming things you can hope to do and that I sincerely hope you get the chance to experience sometime. Why? Watch the following Like Thirty pictures and know that I could easily double this count without repeating myself.

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The official designated Meeting Point at Bronner's Christmas Wonderland in Frankenmuth, Michigan, looking up. Yes, the meeting point sign offers words of welcome in dozens of languages so if you had any doubts whatsoever about what the place was like, other than the size, you now have them all answered.


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[profile] bunny_hugger studying the store directory near the entrance to Bronner's Christmas Wonderland. It's the size of a flea market at minimum and yes, the map would turn out to be repeatedly useful.


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[profile] bunny_hugger considering a few of the options in the Peacock ornaments section. And if you wondered how many Christmas ornaments there could possibly be that were just peacock-themed please consider: I've only got about half the rack in-frame there.


PPS: A Summer 2017 Mathematics A To Z Appendix: Are Colbert Numbers A Thing? I mean, they are a thing, I just want to know who they're named after. It was Stephen T Colbert, but can you believe that?

October 20th, 2017
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posted by [personal profile] siderea at 08:51pm on 2017-10-20 under ,
Locals,

I have a friend coming from out-of-town – from one of those more landlocked places – who would like to go out for seafood. I'm abashed to admit, my answer to the question of where I go for seafood around here is "New Hampshire", which is not compatable with our plans. I am nursing a grudge against Legal, and just about all the places I used to go are out of business.

They're a foodie, will be staying in Somerville, and will be getting around on the T.

Where should we go?
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posted by [personal profile] jbsegal at 04:13pm on 2017-10-20
Baitcon XXVIII
Subtitle TBD

Will Be Held:
Friday, June 29th - Monday, July 2d, 2018*
at the Mountain Campground of the Abode of the Message.

*Yes, we know Firefly starts the next day. We're sorry. These things happen, as there aren't nearly enough weekends in the summer.

Also: Sorry for the delay in this announcement.
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posted by [personal profile] filkerdave at 01:42pm on 2017-10-20 under , , ,

No real name. This was an instafilk based on a FB post

TTTO "People" by Barbra Streisand
People
People who hate people
Are the horrib'lest people in the world,
They're children
Whiny, bratty children
And they're letting their trollish side
Make fun of and deride
Acting more like cavemen
Than children.
Haters are most annoying people,
They're the angriest people in the world
They're on Twitter
On Facebook and on Twitter
They're missing part of their soul
So they attack and they troll
They'll use ALL CAPS and swear
So there is a person
Who hates people
People who hate people
Are the angriest people
In the world

The original song, for comparison, is on Youtube
location: Uniondale, NY
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From TED: Multipotentialities.

I wish someone had sorted this out about 40+ years ago... but at least it's out there now.
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posted by [personal profile] austin_dern at 12:10am on 2017-10-20 under ,

Managed to go another week without running out of stuff for my humor blog, which you could follow on your Reading page or by whatever RSS reader you have hanging about. Or if you wait for my summaries of these things, here's a summary of these thigns:

Now we're through Cedar Point Halloweekends. How about some pictures of our local hipster bar at their Halloween party last year? I'm sorry the photos are a bit rubbish; I didn't think to bring my real camera and so just have my iPod Touch which is a better camera than nothing at all, but isn't a real camera.

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View from the balcony down at the bar and some of the costumed people. I'm not sure who's the guy going in the flag dead-center there but I trust it's a reference to some popular cartoon I don't know anything about.


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So it was not just a Halloween party but a Halloween karaoke party and here's Mario doing ... I don't know what, but I'm going ahead and guessing the ``Monster Mash'' because who can't sing that, no matter how much they try not to, all the time?


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Again, I apologize for the rubbish lighting but here we see some poor lizard's shed his tail, possibly to escape karaoke night. I'm not doing much better parsing that costume at the bottom center; I think it's someone with an oversized squirrel face mask.


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The lovely [profile] bunny_hugger in her peacock kigurumi and hand-made mask, playing a game of Theatre of Magic --- the most Halloween-themed game at the place then, if you forget as I did that they have The Walking Dead and The Addams Family (and have since gotten Ghostbusters) --- and not able to believe the first ball she just had.


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Another balcony shot with a good view of some of the costumers and also some weird effect from the stage lights that I think really works. If I could do that on purpose I totally would.


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And not at Halloween, but still taken by iPod rather than something with a real camera: an inflatable dragon that was set up just about every day in back of the building that housed, last year, the city's Clinton campaign headquarters. I would've voted for her in any case but to have the support of the inflatable dragon community left me secure in my choice, which was the correct one.


Trivia: Horatio Alger focused on writing after being kicked out of a Massachusetts church (he was a Unitarian pastor) for allegations of sexual misconduct with local boys. Source: Know-It-All, A J Jacobs.

Currently Reading: The Greek War of Independence: Its Historical Setting, C M Woodhouse. The book's from 1952 so there's some let's-call-it-antiquated talk about the inherent traits of races, but what Woodhouse is talking about is, like, a supposed Greek talent at getting into high administrative positions in the government, or how excellent the Greeks are at having words for things. As talk about The Races go is just unsettling, not awful.

October 19th, 2017
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posted by [personal profile] vvalkyri at 03:14pm on 2017-10-19
Learned: capitol hill is steep and not a great idea to attempt on a bike share bike especially if been using inhaler a bit more than usual and ESPECIALLY if not sure have one with. Elevator was slow and gal arrived and noted as asthmatic she really didn't want to climb the stairs. Told her my capitol hill object lesson. She offered Ventolin. Omgthankyou; would otherwise have been dealing all through meeting before could have gone to CVS. I have got to stop changing bags so often.
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Not entirely well yet, but couldn't wait to post these:

Excessive force: A judge has ruled in favor of children who were handcuffed in school.

For being at Standing Rock to cover what was happening, Amy Goodman was charged with "participating in a riot." The judge in the case has thrown it out for lack of probable cause.

Museum visitors who match the artwork.

Remember the case of the girl who was raped at 12, had the child, and then a judge was giving her rapist custody? The judge in the case has reversed his order and will not do it now. And there are apologies from the DA's office. Apparently nobody told the judge until afterward about the guy's two previous "sexual offense" trials, one of which resulted in jail time?

***

Tearing the fabric of patriarchy -- looking at Weinstein and others through the precise wording of law, not victim-blaming.

The power of shamanic art.

What is left of America as we knew it is disintegrating.

And, copied from Facebook:

From a friend's page:
Distracted by taking a knee, the imminent nuclear war with North Korea, the loss of the nuclear nonproliferation treaty with Iran, the elimination of federal civil rights for Trans people, and Russiagate?
Meanwhile.....
The GOP has slipped in some new bills.
The following bills have been introduced (Sept-Oct):
1. HR 861 Terminate the Environmental Protection Agency...
2. HR 610 Vouchers for Public Education
3. HR 899 Terminate the Department of Education
4. HJR 69 Repeal Rule Protecting Wildlife
5. HR 370 Another attempt to Repeal Affordable Care Act
6. HR 354 Defund Planned Parenthood
7. HR 785 National Right to Work (this one is devastating to the working class ... it ALSO applies to Union members)
8. HR 83 Mobilizing Against Sanctuary Cities Bill
9. HR 147 Criminalizing Abortion (“Prenatal Nondiscrimination Act”)
10. HR 808 Sanctions against Iran
Renew your resistance.
Contact your House Representative.
COPY. PASTE. SHARE. Don't let your guard down; the GOP is utterly without morals or simple human decency.
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posted by [personal profile] madfilkentist at 09:01am on 2017-10-19
A jacket which I ordered on eBay supposedly was delivered two days ago by UPS. There's been no sign of it. I've notified the seller.

Tuesday was trash pickup day, and from my past experience with UPS, I wouldn't be surprised if they left the package at the curb. I think it's time to avoid buying anything that ships by UPS.
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posted by [personal profile] cellio at 08:53am on 2017-10-19 under

The mishna that begins the current chapter talks about who has shares in the World to Come (Olam HaBa). We learn: all Israel have a share, except that the following have none: one who holds that resurrection of the dead (in the time of the messiah) is not biblical doctrine;1 one who holds that the torah was not divinely revealed, and an apikorus (here meaning a heretic; the word derives from Epicurean). R' Akiva adds: one who read uncanonical books; this might refer to Gnostic books or might refer to ascribing scriptural status to other books. R' Akiva also adds one who says a certain kind of magical charm, and Abba Saul adds one who pronounces the divine name as it is written. The mishna then goes on to single out seven individual people who have no share in the World to Come: the three kings Jeroboam, Ahab, and Manashe, and the four commoners Bilaam, Doeg, Ahitophel, and Gehazi. (90a)

The g'mara goes on for pages and pages from this mishna -- the next nine pages revolve around resurrection of the dead and the messiah. Today's daf, 95, is in the midst of that discussion, which is why I went back to the mishna rather than diving in there. I don't yet know the reasons for all seven people who are singled out.

1 A note in my translaton points out that the Sadducees and the Samaritans denied resurrection (and were relevant groups in mishnaic times).

(The last two Thursdays were holidays, hence the interruption in daf bits.)

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posted by [personal profile] siderea at 08:44am on 2017-10-19 under
The water pipes in my apartment have abruptly started acting weird: very noisy and comes out sputtering. There seems to be air in the pipes. This started yesterday – first noticed when the toilet tank was refilling with cold water, checked the kitchen taps, and the cold water was doing it there, too. Then the hot water started doing that too, which has me more alarmed: that comes right out of my apartment's water heater tank, so there shouldn't be any opportunity for air to get in it, right?

I called the landlord yesterday, left a message about it. There's construction going on on the floor below me, but I asked one of the guys if they're working on the plumbing and he said no.

It's still doing it.

How worried should I be? What scenarios could be causing this?
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re:

posted by [personal profile] watersword at 05:30pm on 2017-10-18 under
this excellent post from [personal profile] rosefox's [syndicated profile] story_hospital_feed — does anyone have thoughts on what warmup exercises for writers might look like? I've encountered the concept, but not at length.
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posted by [personal profile] corylea at 02:29pm on 2017-10-18
This contains SPOILERS for Episodes 1 - 5, so if you haven't seen the new show and want to, stop reading now.



I've been watching Discovery, and so far I'm cautiously hopeful.  I've seen a lot of negativity about the show online, but I think most of those complaints are overlooking two key points:

1.  Since the story is serialized, we won't know the end of the story until sometime in the Spring.  At the end of Episode 4, people were furious that Starfleet officers were torturing the tardigrade in order to make the ship go, but of course, in Episode 5, we saw them realize that, deal with it, and let the tardigrade go.  Fiction demands some sort of conflict or drama, and Star Trek had some pretty terrible stuff going on in the middle of episodes, but those things would be fixed by the end.  But for Discovery, the end isn't until the Spring, so yeah, there will be some terrible stuff happening.  I think we need to wait until the end of the story before judging.

2.  This is the first series in which the captain isn't the main character.  Lorca seems like a pretty shady fellow, and his utilitarianism is not what we expect from a Starfleet captain.  I grew up on Jim Kirk, so I want my captains to be morally exemplary and downright heroic. :-)  But Lorca isn't the main character; Burnham is.  So Lorca has to be shady in order to give Burnham the chance to be morally exemplary and downright heroic. :-)  We have seen evil or insane Starfleet captains in the past -- think Captain Tracey in "The Omega Glory" or Commodore Decker in "The Doomsday Machine" -- but those weren't OUR captains, so they weren't as disturbing as Lorca is.  But I think at some level, Georgiou is "our" captain, and Burnham's job will be to find her way through the moral minefield that is the Klingon war.

I don't mind that the ship looks way more modern than Kirk's ship, even though the series is set ten years before the original series.  I think modern audiences would laugh at TOS-era gadgetry -- even though I, personally, LOVE that old ship -- so the makers of the show pretty much HAD to update the look.  They kept the old-style communicators and phasers, and that's heartwarming enough for me. :-)

I've also heard a lot of people complain about the use of the F-word in Star Trek, but it didn't bother me.  The word wasn't used in a hostile or aggressive fashion; it was used to geek out over how cool the science was, and I think that's actually a pretty Trekkian use of the F-word. :-)

The first episode that really FELT like Star Trek to me was Episode 4, but boy, did it ever!  Of course, "The Devil in the Dark" is one of my favorite episodes, and Ep 4 mirrored a lot of that.  I loved it that Burnham fended off Lorca's and Landry's calls for her to weaponize the tardigrade and worked on UNDERSTANDING it, instead.   And of course, understanding it proved to be the key to getting the ship where it needed to go in time to save the mining colony.  Because this is Star Trek, and understanding will always be more powerful than fear, hatred, or aggression. :-)  That, right there, proved to me that it was really Star Trek.

I've seen people say that Landry's death was stupid, which made her death bad writing.  Her death WAS stupid, but that didn't necessarily make it bad writing.  I thought her death might be a message.  Landry was all "Grr, kill, kill!" and she died the stupid and pointless death that hotheads often do.  The message "So don't be an aggressive hothead" was left as an exercise for the viewer. :-)  Plus, her death removes Lorca's principal supporter in his own aggressiveness, isolating him on his own ship.  This may have interesting consequences down the road....

In Ep 5, I loved it that Burnham was seriously troubled by the tardigrade's pain and that she worked with Stanmets and Culber to try to get the tardigrade released.  The scene where the tardigrade was released was lovely.

I also loved the scene between Saru and Burnham where he explained why he was so angry at her, and she gave him Georgiou's telescope.

I was thrilled to see Star Trek's first regular gay couple. I was surprised, though, that Stanmets and Culber didn't seem to have that much chemistry, given that Rapp and Cruz have been friends for years. But maybe that's just the way Stanmets is.  Or maybe it has something to do with the tardigrade DNA and with whatever was going on with the mirror. :-)

I was troubled by Lorca's actions in the prison; I imagine if Kirk had been imprisoned with Harry Mudd, he'd have said something like, "Much as it pains me to admit it, you ARE a Federation citizen" and rescued Mudd while bad-mouthing him. :-)  But I think we're supposed to be troubled by Lorca.

The producers of Discovery have made it clear (in interviews) that they want the show to be both excellent science fiction and social commentary about recent world events, especially Brexit and the election of Donald Trump.  I gather that the Klingons are supposed to be stand-ins for Trump supporters and Brexit voters, and I imagine the wrong-headedness of "Remain Klingon" will become clear over time. :-)  They haven't said this, but I suspect that Lorca is the producers' attempt to help those of us on the Left understand how those on the Right lost their minds. :-)  I guess we'll see.

Anyway, the first three episodes were set-up and scene-setting, but now that they're behind us, both Ep 4 and Ep 5 have felt like worthy Star Trek to me, and I look forward to seeing where the show is going.

I love it that Burnham is a xenoanthropologist, since I think understanding alien cultures is the coolest part of Star Trek.  But then, I lost my heart to a particular pointy-eared alien when I was eleven years old. :-)

The movies have never felt like real Star Trek to me -- neither the regular movies nor the reboot ones -- because movies always tilt the action/character development balance WAY over towards the action side.  I'm thrilled that Discovery is giving us some character development, and it seems likely that we'll get more and more of that as the season unfolds.

So now that the set-up is over, and we're moving deeper into things, I'm enjoying the show.  I'm trusting that the producers DO know their Star Trek and WILL either use the disturbing stuff to make a point or will have one of the good characters heroically fix the disturbing stuff by season's end.

I think the fact that it's on a streaming service is actually a GOOD thing for the show. If it were being broadcast, it would have to chase ratings, which means a lot more appealing to the lowest common denominator. Stupid humor, inappropriately sexualized costumes for female characters, dumb plots -- Star Trek: Discovery doesn't have to have any of those things, because it's being made for fans who are serious enough to pay for the show. CBS has thrown a TON of money at this show, and the sets, costumes, and effects are all top-notch. They even filmed on location in Jordan -- JORDAN, not the Vasquez rocks. :-)

Are you watching?  If so, what did YOU think of it?

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It should not surprise you to know that Wednesday started slow and late with a late-morning rising and a lot of time eating breakfast gradually and watching Columbo investigate the porch and the lawn. He was starting to appreciate the lawn's offer of things to eat, and I think it's done good things for him. He's been a bit more open-minded about eating things since then; at least, he's taken less time to try out novelties and has even done stuff like sniff into [profile] bunny_hugger's coffee cup. He wouldn't take any coffee, but he was much more open to the possibility than he had been before the trip north.

We went back to Sutton's Bay for the day. We had a good several hours on the beach the day before, but we hadn't really been in town, poking around the shops or anything like that. The most photogenic and spectacular of the places is I don't know the name of. But it's the garden shop with so many statues outside, including a row of stones carved into owls all staring ... out ... at people walking up to the place. And glass beads and a little artificial river with waterfalls and goldfish of the kind we'd have if we made a fortune and put it into expanding our yard. It's no less packed inside, although I have fewer photographs of that because I noticed the sign asking people not to take pictures. Which is disappointing because their wall of clocks alone deserves Internet immortalization. Some are simple cuckoo clocks; some are complicated clocks. Lighthouses, mermaids, bunnies, owls, everything you can imagine in there somewhere. Figures too, elaborate carved sculptures to match one we'd gotten a couple years ago, that of a piece of wood carved to look like a rabbit and painted as a carrot. Imagine a line of these, animal-food items. And now you know just what the shop is like.

We visited a number of other stores, mostly poking in, sometimes picking up a thing or two. Among the curiosities were a couple of fairy doors (not just an Ann Arbor thing anymore, apparently), and a shop with a book honoring Traverse Colantha Walker. She was a milk cow, serving the Northern Michigan Asylum near Traverse City. Over her lifetime she produced something like 200,114 pounds of milk and 7,525 pounds of butterfat and, apparently, she's buried somewhere on the grounds of the former asylum. She was, it transpires, a championship cow of the kind that that doesn't happen anymore, now that milk production has become big and bloodthirsty business.

The science/nature store and the educational toys and games store attached to it were a must-visit again. In the games shop was a guy who let's just go ahead and call ``Gamer Me'' enthusiastic about the way we were looking over the boxes of big board games and kits and happy to talk them up to us. Over in the science store the astronomy guy, a former professor at The Local College, was passing out --- once again --- his information sheets about what was in the sky and was delighted that [profile] bunny_hugger referred to the Big Dipper as an asterism rather than a constellation. They've had that conversation too, in the context of his showing off charts that depict how the Chippewa divided the sky. (I think they also have a warrior figure based around Orion, a neat point of coincidence.) He was also, I believe, once more delighted that we wouldn't speak of the ``dark side'' of the Moon.

We jested about whether the Science Guy and the Gamer Me Guy got along. My joke: they can't stand each other, because they're too similar personality types. There's not the slightest reason to believe that's true, but it's convenient to.

We got some ice cream and went to the water wheel park to eat it. That's the park just west of the main drag of town with exactly what it sounds like in it, a small, decorative water wheel at the end of a creek. It's also the park with that weird public art sculpture that looks like a blocky, UPA-cartoon robot. It's the creek where, on our 2013 visit, we saw a fish in the creek. Our question then, as now: how did a fish get into this tiny creek a couple inches wide? I started to follow the creek, looking for its source.

Well, it went up to the edge of the park, there to disappear into a corrugated-steel pipe. Taking my best guess to the pipe's direction I kept walking across the street and eventually found where it came from, a gulley running parallel to the street and underneath some people's driveways. It eventually broadened out into a long, skinny pool by the side of another T-intersection in the street that couldn't be the source. Following the faint trace of water motion I went across the street again, and found a short stream and the vast, slightly waving movement of a pond covered in forested plantlife. If that's not the source of the creek it's at least a major resting spot for it.

And what is this creek that winds through the Water Wheel Park? As best we can determine, it hasn't got one. Not even ``Water Wheel Park Creek'' or something. This seems like a geographic anomaly.

I think this was the day we stopped on the way back at the Hansen's supermarket to pick up supplies and dinner. It was the one the homeowner recommended as the place to pick up everything we might need. They had a complementary coffee bar, nothing like what they have at the Horrock's in Lansing; I learned later that [profile] bunny_hugger passed on it because she didn't notice the thermoses there.

We again played Mice and Mystics and I think we won at least one chapter handily, beating it in record time, to [profile] bunny_hugger's brother's delight. He was really getting into playing the mouse-archer Lily, and building a slightly epic story of how she was coming around to be the arch-hero of our little party. It's a shame that most of the Mice and Mystics chapters are explicitly four-character games, and also a shame that we'd only have these intermittent chances to play with him.

Trivia: By 1740 the typical English East India Company ship would be 490 tons. Were the ship 500 tons or more in capacity it would have had to include a chaplain. Source: The Honourable Company: A History of the English East India Company, John Keay.

Currently Reading: The Greek War of Independence: Its Historical Setting, C M Woodhouse. So it opens with ``One of the by-products of a good secondary education in England is the delusion that Greek history comes to a full stop at about the death of Alexander the Great.'' Good start!

PS: some last wandering around Cedar Point's Halloweekends last year.


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Butterfly-woman detail on Cedar Point's Midway Carousel. The Daniel Muller Butterfly Lady at the Merry-Go-Round Museum is a replica of this, or at least one of its partners around the carousel.


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Mean Streak's headstone at the rides graveyard. Mean Streak had an overblown reputation for being a rough ride. Cedar Point regulars don't know what a truly rough ride is.


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Front gate of Cedar Point, after the park had closed, with the October cloudscape above it. How many people are taking pictures of the park's entrance gate, and how many are taking selfies of themselves outside the gate? Answer: all of them. Not depicted: the Tyrannosaurus Rex statue with sunglasses on, which is a shame.


PPS: Reading the Comics, October 14, 2017: Physics Equations Edition, some more comic strips with mathematics stuff.

October 18th, 2017
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Today there was a different third person in the kitten room with me and Virginia. He did good work, but I'd rather have a consistent team working there so we can improve our patterns of cooperation. There was some confusion because one person came in at 7:30 and fed all the cats, which I didn't know when I started. Fortunately, I found out before getting very far into a second feeding.

The number of cats is down from the summer, and there weren't any really hostile ones this time. One white cat with black spots seemed to be getting around awfully fast, till I realized there were two similar-looking ones. One of them, Joseph, was extremely friendly.

Tiny, who had been shut up in the bathroom (and once locked herself in) was adopted, so now we can leave the bathroom door open again. It makes things simpler, since a lot of supplies are in the bathroom.
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It was just brought to my attention that per the date traditionally held to be the one on which Luther nailed the 95 Theses to a church door, this Hallowe'en is the 500th anniversary of the start of the Protestant Reformation.
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Tuesday we again started the day late, sleeping in long and rousing to the day slowly. Also at some point we watched the fiasco of [profile] bunny_hugger's brother trying to get his new iPhone set up. He goes through iPhones the way most of us go through ice cream sandwiches, with pieces getting lost or stolen or destroyed or, sometimes, just replaced. He had a new one that a friend of his had somehow gotten surplus and was letting go for $50. So now you know what kind of world he lives in.

He was having trouble setting things up. He somehow needed Internet to complete setting up his new phone that he was breaking out for the first time in the far north of Michigan, a thousand miles from his home of Brooklyn, in a rented house with no Wi-Fi. [profile] bunny_hugger and I were sitting quietly trying to avoid directly lying about the availability of house Wi-Fi. We had brought a Mi-Fi device.

We had wanted to bring the somewhat cranky, balky thing we'd used in past years because, you know, we owned it and everything. But Virgin Mobile's web site would not let us log in to buy data on it, and we reflected on this sad truth: the Virgin Mobile Mi-Fi device was god-awful. It was always a bit flaky, it was always a pain to put money on, and it was always a little bit harder to get stuff to use it than it should have been. After a quick search online we had the week before bought a new Mi-Fi device. That one came only in the nick of time: we'd had it shipped to Best Buy and it arrived the morning we set out for Omena. I'd spent some of our precious last minutes at home before leaving on the phone, trying to get it set up despite the ambiguous instructions of the manual.

Still, once we had that set up, we had ... really quite nice service. The thing had a little screen so we could easily look up stuff like the network name and password. We could put five gigabytes of data on it and trust that would probably be enough for us for a week. (It wouldn't, and we'd have to add data to it, and I would develop a compulsion about watching the data reserves dropping as they would in seemingly random chunks.) But if [profile] bunny_hugger's brother could, he'd jump on our Wi-Fi and probably exhaust anything we could have inside of minutes, what with his being a smart-phone natural. The best we could do is own up to having the Mi-Fi device and talking vaguely about how if he needed it we'd set him up with the password later. I'd point out that, like, the Tamarack Gallery in town has open Wi-Fi, and they probably also had it at the Knot Just A Bar that used to be the Harbor Bar and that we'd surely eat at sometime soon. And that was in easy walking distance anyway.

We got through the week without giving up our password, and without my ever quite getting straight why he had this phone or the promise of as many more iPhone 7's as he might need.

[profile] bunny_hugger, her brother, and I went (separately) into town, specifically, Suttons Bay. We went to lunch at the Chinese-and-Thai place that she and I had quite liked when we visited the area in 2013, and that we'd missed in 2016. We had recommended it to her brother and his girlfriend, but they hadn't gone in owing to doubts about places that serve two kinds of ethnic food at once. He admitted we were right about the place, and lucky that was since who knows what happens to a restaurant when you don't stop in for four years?

Our big plan for the afternoon and evening was to sit on the beach, maybe swim, maybe fly a kite. [profile] bunny_hugger had brought her parrot kite and her newly-repaired dragon kite. The long, long tail of it had started to tear off, and she'd read up on suggestions of how to fix that. The answer: the tape that boat-owners use for patching sails. Very lightweight, very transparent, very strong, very much requiring a slow, patient hand to apply successfully. After the first attempt went a little bit off-level she removed the tape and re-did it, and achieved that rarity: a delicate home repair project that worked perfectly. The kite looks great again, and only with knowledge of the repair and a hint where it was could you see it.

And the kite could fly, too! In moves that caught the imagination of many onlookers, including a toddler whose understanding of reality was shattered by this giant translucent dragon-kite, [profile] bunny_hugger got to ... wrangle a lot with the question of whether the wind was right for it. It turns out you can tell whether the wind is too slow or too fast for a kite based on whether it falls out of the sky head- or tail-first. If it doesn't fall at all the wind speed is right. I forget which condition we had, but the kite wasn't doing its part in staying up without effort. Between the parrot and the dragon kites [profile] bunny_hugger spent maybe 45 minutes trying to ply the skies and there were some great moments in there. Some really gorgeous moments of colorful things against a gorgeous light-cloudy sky. And some great looks of admiration from people who thought her kite gorgeous.

I forget what we did for dinner. I think we might have gone to Knot Just A Bar, or at least all of us but [profile] bunny_hugger's mother did. We did go there at least once, bringing back a burger for her. We certainly afterward played Mice and Mystics, [profile] bunny_hugger's brother included, which I know since I took some pictures of what, from the expressions on people's faces suggest, a moment of reflection and irritation after we'd failed in an adventure. We would have some good, strikingly successful nights too.

Trivia: The 1976 plan for space shuttle turnaround times was: after the first flight, 29 weeks of inspection and servicing; after the second, 13 weeks; third, 11 weeks; fourth, 9 weeks; fifth, 34 days; sixth, 24 days. The first four were to be the test flights and the fifth on, operational flights. Source: Development of the Space Shuttle, 1972 - 1981, T A Heppenheimer.

Currently Reading: The Peasant Prince: Thaddeus Kosciuszko and the Age of Revolution, Alex Storozynski.

PS: some last wandering around Cedar Point's Halloweekends last year.


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The ValRavn roller coaster, and some fencing and, on the right, the Cedar Shakes employee dorms. But mostly, the heavy cloud layer made to glow by the park's own lighting.


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Blurry, yes, but a still emotive picture of Raptor and a dippin' dots booth and one of the spotlights through the trees in the final night of Cedar Point's season last year.


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And here I try being arty again: walking into the Raptor queue while holding the camera as steady as possible. Good idea? Bad idea? Who knows. It's just an idea is all.


October 17th, 2017
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The penultimate song of the Saturday Late Night at the Keep was Tall Trees in Georgia, by Eva Cassidy.

It was so achingly beautiful and achingly slow, and I could never have lead to a song that slow and with that little of an obvious beat, but I was lucky and got a dance with an awesome lead from Philly.

It's not often played; John Joven (who also dj'd and who was one of the instructors for the weekend) talked with whomever was djing -- they talked about how they've only found times for it once or twice. I was lucky enough to have the last dance of the evening with John.

Sunday one of the classes I went to was Slow Blues, with John and Kara. Only 9 of us in the class - Bambloozled was not well promoted and it was a gorgeous day so those on the cusp probably chose what was in Bumper Cars. I asked if we'd be working on songs like that one last night. John had it. We worked with it. It was difficult, but marvelous, working on the weight shifts.

I'm also glad I hadn't been listening to the words the night before, because they nearly made me cry:
Tall trees in Georgia they grow so high they shade me so
And sadly walking through the thicket I go

The sweetest love I ever had I left aside
Because I did not want to be any man's bride

But now I'm older and married I would be
I found my sweetheart but he would not marry me

When I was younger the boys all came around
But now I'm older and they've all settled down

Control your mind my girl and give your heart to one
For if you love all men you'll be surely left with none

Tall trees in Georgia they grow so high they shade me so
And sadly walking through the thicket I go
If you've talked with me enough, you probably know why.

But really, go listen to the song. It's beautiful.
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posted by [personal profile] twistedchick at 08:08pm on 2017-10-17
I'm dealing with stomach flu that is keeping me up nights. Not fun. Today I slept like a rock -- until noon. I'm starting to feel better -- but I have no real concentration.

So I'm not doing links again until I feel competent. I used all my competence for today in posting my Stage of Fools story.

But I am reading whatever y'all write, and glad of it.

*hugs flist*
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posted by [personal profile] vvalkyri at 12:36pm on 2017-10-17 under
I wrote something long, and I want to put it on FB, but I also want to sit on it a little while first, because I'm afraid of the shitstorm. What I'm not going to include on FB is that part of what has made me so angry is helping a male survivor friend find the words for feeling erased and silenced (he later realized he's staying off fb because triggered) over the certainty that within his FB circles were he to post "me too" he'd be assumed to be joking and yelled at for same.

re #metoo. I thought I was a woman without a story, but then I thought a lot more and realized they simply weren't filed that way. Finding the files . . . isn't comfy.

Looking back with a "I wonder if that counts" and a realization that "yeah, that probably counts as harassment" or "oh, yeah, that was actually kinda scary" or "oh I forgot how upsetting/confusing that encounter was despite my realization that $otherparty was probably sure I was good with it.*"

I don't have anything big to share. I get catcalls and honks rarely enough that they usually make me smile (as long as the car keeps right on going). I've never had people stop me on the street and tell me to smile (and it brightened my day immensely the time someone - who kept right on walking - said something like "you're beautiful don't look down!") So on the street harassment side of things either I'm a mutant or oblivious or invisible.

What I wrote in one comment was "Yeah, if I were to post 'me too' I'd have to reach all the way to "well, one of the times when I was walking down the street in FL in a skirted tankini it was a bit freaky because a pickup slowed down a lot and I moved farther from the street, and there was that time I dressed differently for work and one of the guys in Test /thanked/ me not once but twice for wearing that outfit and oh yeah there was that time I made a flasher run away and okay it was uncomfortable when a former coworked loomed over me, hands on the arms of my chair, to suddenly declare his love.**"

Thing is, the more I think on this all the more I notice. The more I notice in the moment as well, that it'd be nice if this guy weren't trying to push for a kiss on the cheek or randomly rub my shoulders.

The more I notice that damn it's awkward when $otherparty posts an ihave and I had decided it wasn't worth trying to hash out what was weirdness before.

The more I'm surprised that I've only seen a couple people bail from FB a few days because it's triggering to them.

The more I watch some of the countermemes and countercounter memes and people trying to assert that saying one has accidentally done harm is not taking responsibility and I want to scream because this Saint Or Unsalvageable culture isn't doing anyone any favors, because damn straight one can realize after the fact that that thing wasn't cool, or was harmful. And even concepts of consent were way different in past decades. And person B can be traumatized while person A thinks there's consent. If everybody keeps insisting only pariahs ever violate consent, then I'm A Good Person So The Things I Do Are Good comes in. If it's recognized that everyone is capable of screwing up then there's way more ability to figure out when one needs to do better.

And there are meme variations I applaud. I applaud that a lot of folks have moved to "If every person who has experienced. . . ." instead of "If every woman," because words matter, and there's very little cost there to being more inclusive***.

I applaud that there's an #ihave meme. That there's a bunch of guys and sometimes gals saying that yeah, there's stuff in their past they're not proud of. That there's stuff they should have known better about, and they talk about what they're doing to make a difference.

I applaud that this #metoo deluge has done exactly what it said it wanted -- to highlight that boyhowdy it's universal****.

I applaud that this #metoo deluge has started a conversation about harassment. About bystander intervention. About saying "hey that's not cool" when someone says something that bolsters thinking it's okay to treat women as objects. Or when someone makes a woman lesser in the workplace. Or jokes about doing something terrible.

I applaud that it looks like this #metoo deluge has helped it feel more safe to speak about things many of us want to hide. Because there is often shame in thinking oneself victim. And there is also shame in realizing one has caused harm.

I'm still not sure how it feels that the #metoo means that stuff that didn't bother me is kinda bothering me ;-/

And yeah, I also get that there's a level of notcool in putting the onus on those on the receiving end. Partly for that reason.

I've been typing too long. This isn't polished. And maybe it's too all-over-the-place. It might be unclever to post this -- I can't spend too much time on the computer today. But it's a bunch of stuff I've been thinking about for several days now.
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* and yes I recognize that despite what I said I wrote in that one comment I could indeed declare more than just the bits of 'yeah I guess that qualifies' I mention. Thing is, I'm really not keen on claiming the mantle of victim and I certainly don't want to throw the other title on someone for whom it's flat out not accurate. (because people seem incapable of grokking that one can violate consent without that being something one would ever intentionally do.)

**that was 20 years ago. we'd been watching TV in his basement; I'd been surprised his wife wasn't home. He saw how frightened I was and backed away and we had an awkward moment and I left and we had no further contact. He'd been one of my favorite work friends and work travel partners.

*** honestly, it really made me angry that when I suggested "rather than silencing/erasing those who have experienced harassment, assault, or rape and are not women, can we popularize instead the wording of "If all those who have been sexually harassed or assaulted wrote "Me too" as a status, we might give people a sense of the magnitude of the problem" that was seen as undue catering to the menz. From some of the same folks who criticized women's marches having slogans about vaginas 'because not all women have vaginas' and Joss Whedon for saying he wrote strong female characters by writing a strong character without dick and balls, 'because some women have them.' I get that it sucks to feel erased in those latter situations, but maybe also some empathy for those who are getting a message of 'you're not a woman so your rape doesn't matter?'



**** And I hate that I watched someone get slammed for expressing surprise at just how much of his feed was filled. Especially since it's really based on social circles and what FB thinks you want to see. I know people who are seeing /nothing/ but posts related to this and others who've barely seen any. My feed has included men posting #metoo, and others have seen no men at all.
I need to get off the computer.
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posted by [personal profile] watersword at 10:02am on 2017-10-17 under
1. I went to my mentor's memorial and it was awful in basically every way possible, but I showed up and that is important.
2. I got to see my sister and my best friend.
3. Cat-petting!
4. Asian pears at the CSA.
5. Tea.
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Monday we started out without any particular plans or goals. That was a slightly odd necessity. We weren't sure how well [profile] bunny_hugger's mother would feel, and we hadn't known just when her brother would arrive at night and how long he'd need to sleep. Her mother still wasn't feeling well, and never really would feel up to doing anything. And this would be all right, really. It encouraged our week to be one of less activities, and smaller ones, and time spent just being around each other instead of running off to see things. In last year's visit we had done one day of trying to see Glen Arbor and the Point Betsy lighthouse and visit Joe's Friendly Tavern and all that in one packed day, great for memories but also a bit ragged a day. We wouldn't have anything nearly like that this trip and that's at least as good.

Indeed, if my camera's photo information doesn't mislead me we didn't even leave the house until after 3:00. We kept ourselves usefully occupied, of course, eating cereal and listening to [profile] bunny_hugger's brother playing guitar. And setting Columbo on his leash to take him outside. He again showed good form in handling and ambling around on the porch. He was even better on the huge lawn that Stephen had spent so much of the previous year eating. He did some patrolling, but only a little nibbling. As I've said, he's a suspicious, picky eater, and he wasn't much up for fresh grass or fallen leaves or the like. He did try to pull me over toward the dropoff where [profile] bunny_hugger spotted poison ivy, or at least possible poison ivy. (The trouble in telling is that it turns out poison ivy can take on the form of any plant at all, including vines, trees, grass, ripe bananas, durian, mangoes, and two-toed sloths.) He would warm up, over the course of the week, as he got time outside and got to trust that actually all this stuff was things he could eat if he chose.

When [profile] bunny_hugger and I did set out it was on foot, walking down the short path to Omena, the tiny town we were in. Also examining to try working out what parts of the former Omena Inn were still recognizable as a former hotel. We noticed one of the homeowners there had set out a doggie dish full of water as well as a plastic bin with dog biscuits inside, ``Please Take A Treat! Compliments of Kelli!'' Adorably friendly. We stopped by the beach, which back in the 80s when [profile] bunny_hugger's family visited was always empty. It had a good number of people there, as it would just about every time we passed by, including someone swimming in a mermaid-bikini bottom that I didn't know was a thing now. So it is.

We had already missed the open hours for the Omena Historical Museum, again. But the Tamarack Gallery was open and we could poke around looking at what they had on show. It all looked familiar, similar artists with similar styles and media and projects as in past years. I'm not sure that anything was exactly the same, apart from the closet that's the shrine to their lost dog Eugene. Which is still corny and overblown and delightful --- it has felt-cutout birds carrying a banner, ``No Accolade Does Justice To His Greatness'' --- but that doesn't make it less warm and delightful.

We walked back home, well before sunset because that far north (above the 45th parallel) and that far west in the time zone and that close to the summer equinox the sun doesn't set until about 4:15 pm the next day. If I remember right [profile] bunny_hugger's brother made shish kebabs, using the grill we had been so anxious about using the previous year, and we stayed on the porch and floating in and out of the house until late enough to consider playing Mice and Mystics on the dining room table. We did play that quite a few nights running, with [profile] bunny_hugger's brother taking up with surprising enthusiasm one of the characters that normally [profile] bunny_hugger has to play as alt. And we made a lot of progress in the campaign during this. But I don't remember whether we played it every single night and if so, whether we beat the scenario we were on that first night. It's the sort of thing we were doing, though.

Trivia: In 1860 the Kalamazoo, Michigan, city council granted permission for baseball players to use Bronson Park, though the village president would regularly stop in on games to warn, ``go on and have a good time, boys, but don't hurt the trees!'' When the players switched to the harder baseballs becoming available permission was revoked. Source: But Didn't We Have Fun? An Informal History of Baseball's Pioneer Era, 1843 - 1870, Peter Morris.

Currently Reading: The Peasant Prince: Thaddeus Kosciuszko and the Age of Revolution, Alex Storozynski.

PS: some last wandering around Cedar Point's Halloweekends last year.


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A chilly ride on Gemini, which had only one of its two tracks running, but two trains on that track. Note Short Captain Janeway on the right side there, ready for the next car.


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I'm like 40 percent sure this is just a repainting of the old Mantis sign holder. Also you see how many different faces they've got carved into pumpkins now that they blanket the park with jack-o-lanterns.


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Night shot of Iron Dragon, with the Power Tower and the Rougarou (formerly Mantis roller coasters behind it. Also the wonderfully textured clouds lit by the park and the fading sun.


October 16th, 2017
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posted by [personal profile] liv at 08:16pm on 2017-10-16 under ,
Sexual violence against women and girls is endemic. There's an absolute mountain of evidence that this is the case, from the experiences of my friends to any number of posts on social media to rigorous studies. A big part of the reason I decided to identify as a feminist is because women are routinely denied bodily autonomy and feminism seems to be the only political movement that cares about this.

links and personal observations about sexual violence against women )

I absolutely believe everybody else's experiences, people I know and strangers writing brave, brave columns and blog posts. I am just a total outlier, and I really shouldn't be. So I'm signal boosting others' accounts, because I know that I needed to be made aware of the scale of the problem, and perhaps some other people reading this could also use the information.
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posted by [personal profile] marnanel at 06:39pm on 2017-10-16 under
More bits of my poem "The Ghost in the Crown":

And I showed them the script
That I held in my hand.
“I call this play Catching­-The­-Mouse.
Understand?”
...

I'll fish for the king
With a play for a net.
I said, "With my net
I can catch him, I bet.
I bet, with my net,
I can catch the king yet."

...

"My head needs a pillow!
Your lap, to be blunt,
Is soft, and to hand,
And it’s pretty vacant."

...

So I went to her room.
But I passed, on the way,
A room where my uncle
Was kneeling to pray.
This must be the moment
To cut off his head!
But as I crept closer
I heard what he said:
“I murdered my brother!
I freely admit!
Dear God, please forgive me.
I’m rather a git.”
And I couldn’t kill him.
My blow was prevented.
For if he should die
Now he’s prayed and repented,
He’d go up to heaven;
That’s all very well,
But doesn’t seem fair
When my father’s in hell.
So I went on my way
As he muttered amen,
I hope that he’s sinned
When I see him again.

...

"And here is the head
Of a person historic!"
He gave me a skull.
And alas! It was Yorick!
I looked at the bones
And I thought as I sighed,
How he kissed me, and gave me
A piggy­back ride.
And now he’s a skull
And he’s silent and scary!
Now what has become
Of your dancing so airy?
The songs that you sang?
And the jokes that you said?
Now all that you have
Are the bones of your head?

...

The Lady Ophelia
Of whom you were fond.
She climbed up a willow
And fell in a pond.
And most of her talk
At the times she was verbal
Was straight from the pages
Of Culpeper’s Herbal!

...

I'm quiet, and I'm dead,
And I’m tired of my quest.
I’m glad of the silence.
I needed a rest.
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posted by [personal profile] rmd at 01:17pm on 2017-10-16
I AM SO HYPED FOR THIS.
first real trailer for 'Black Panther'

(I'd consider a liiiiiitle bit of side-eye at sampling Gil Scott Heron for something so mass-market-advertised, but, hell, if you're going to do it, this piece of exploding Afro-futurist awesomeness is the place to do it.)
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posted by [personal profile] madfilkentist at 07:23am on 2017-10-16
The Museum für Musikinstrumente, part of the Grassi Museum in Leipzig, has some really strange instruments. Here are pictures of some of them, from my visit earlier this month.

Photos behind the cut )

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