Most people know Edith Windsor as the stylish, silver-haired plaintiff in the landmark U.S. Supreme Court case that stuck down the federal Defense of Marriage Act, opening the doors for nationwide marriage equality. But many people outside the industry know that Edie was also a pioneering technologist, a female leader at a major computing corporation at a time when few women were even entering the field.
Edie earned her bachelor’s degree from Temple University in 1950, followed by a master’s degree in mathematics from New York University in 1957, and post-graduate studies in applied math at Harvard University. While attending New York University, she worked for the university’s math department, entering data into its UNIVAC. She worked for 16 years at IBM, starting as a mainframe programmer and later rising to the company’s highest technical rank, Senior Systems Programmer, on the strength of her top-notch debugging skills.
“They couldn’t fix the code because they couldn’t read it,” Edie told a journalist. “But I could read code until it wrapped around the room and back again. A guy I was working with said, ‘give this woman a roll of toilet paper, she can do anything.”
Edie left IBM in 1975, becoming the founding president of PC Classics, a consulting firm specializing in major software development projects. During this time, Edie also helped countless LGBTQ groups become tech literate. “I computerized everybody,” she quipped. “I got calls from gay organizations that wanted to computerize their mail systems. All of my IBM experience continues throughout my life.” Her love of computing was personal, too — she was the owner of the very first IBM-PC delivered in New York City.
Edie was beloved by the tech community, and the feeling was mutual. “If you have to outlive a great love,” said Edie, “I can’t think of a better way to do it than being everybody’s hero.” In 2016, Lesbians Who Tech launched the Edie Windsor Coding Scholarship Fund, which funds coding-school tuition for queer and gender-nonconforming women, and provides them with mentorship and other support systems.
Edie was recognized by the National Computing Conference as an operating systems pioneer. In 2013, she was the Grand Marshal of the New York City LGBT Pride March and a runner-up for Time’s Person of the Year — losing out to to Pope Francis.
Edie passed away on September 12, 2017, at the age of 88. At her funeral, former secretary of state Hillary Clinton delivered a moving eulogy that was shared around the world on social media. Former President Barack Obama reflected on her passing: “America’s long journey towards equality has been guided by countless small acts of persistence, and fueled by the stubborn willingness of quiet heroes to speak out for what’s right,” he said. “Few were as small in stature as Edie Windsor — and few made as big a difference to America.”
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Sep. 24th, 2017 @ 04:13 pm
"Seriously the number 1 reason I don’t do anything social is ALWAYS Out of Spoons Error. Spending my break time interacting with coworkers I LIKE is still causing me to malfunction because for me a break has to be NO OTHER PEOPLE or I can’t recharge. So far I’m compensating (mostly by hiding at lunchtime) but it’s something to see an eye on going forward. I wish people understood having Limited Social Energy is NOT the same as being hostile or uninterested in building a relationship; it’s like having a teeny budget while hanging out with friend with Lots Of Money, I have to pick and choose what things to do with great care, or suffer, while they can do All The Things."|
--alatefeline, hello again + many good thing
Sep. 24th, 2017 @ 04:09 pm
Alex: "You could have told me!"|
Evan: "I tried, but you were otherwise involved."
Alex: "That's no excuse! You should have made me listen to you."
Evan: "Obviously you've never tried to make you do anything!"
--Kristine Williams, Tools of Extinction
Friday evening, I skipped a Dark Crystal screening and a house concert (with some considerable regret in both cases) in favor of driving up to Maine for a production of Goldoni’s The Servant of Two Masters (1746). But I'm related to the director (because of course I am), and some things are important, especially when said director 's life has been going haywire. In any case, the show went up at the Freeport Playhouse, a gigungous space by the standards both of the town's size and those of the audiences for the high school and community theater productions (like this one) that it chiefly hosts; but this is what you get when you have L.L. Bean bankrolling you.|
Servant is an odd play, in some respects. It's not just that it's rumored to have been written essentially as a vehicle to showcase the talents of the original lead (playing the eponymous main character, Truffaldino.) And it’s not just that eighteenth-century theater tends to be strange (for us) in general. The thing with Servant is that it was written squarely in the tradition of the Commedia dell’Arte, but at a time when every possible change had be rung on the latter, and thus audiences (and playwrights) wanted something new; so it’s much more scripted than the improv.-like style of its predecessors, and heavily influenced by contemporary French theater. Almost like the Commedia’s stock characters acting in a plot by Rousseau (or Shakespeare, but I’ll get back to that.) As such, there’s still a fair amount of improvisation involved; in this case, this included substituting endless L.L. Bean jokes for the endless Venice jokes.
Plot? You actually want to know about the plot? Look, you can pretty much figure that out from the title, other than that Truffaldino displays a Scooby-Doo like desire to eat constantly, and that one of his masters is, in fact, a woman pretending to be her own brother. Pantalone is old, Silvio and Clarice are airheads, the Dottore harangues everyone constantly in semi-literate Latin, Truffaldino is alternately a very clever person doing something colossally stupid and a buffoon accidentally being clever. The fourth wall gets broken repeatedly: I’m not sure whether that’s in the original, or a modern adaptation. (I’d once have assumed the latter, but that was before I found out about the existence of The Knight of the Burning Pestle.) There are endless stupid misunderstandings that could have been cleared up instantly, except that (a) the plot would then collapse, and (b) anyway, no one in this play is smart enough to do that, except for maybe our cross-dressed heroine and her beloved, and they’re under a lot of stress, what with being on the run from the law and all.*
Instead, I’m going to talk about humor.
1) The frankly sophomoric.
“Some people have asked me whether we added in the all the, you know, sex jokes,” the director remarked to me over dinner. “But aside from adding one very subtle line about oral sex [totally in keeping with the show’s tradition of improvisation], nope, it’s all in there…” I can sympathize: it always amazes me when residents of the 21st century assume that past societies had no concept of dirty jokes, but I guess most people didn’t grow up on The Canterbury Tales. Or read Catullus in college. Or ever visit Pompeii. Or sing folk songs. Look, people: lewd humor did NOT originate with the internet. And so, yes, that ENTIRE plot point was probably written primarily to set up the visual pun with the rocks.
This brings me to my second point:
As a play in the tradition of the Commedia dell’Arte, a lot of this humor here relies on successful clowning. Props flying around with wild abandon, the ability to do a pratfall successfully, that kind of thing. And the guy playing Truffaldino does it quite well, but somewhere in the second act I realized that, even as I was laughing my face off over jokes that the rest of the audience was a few beats behind me in getting, I wasn’t finding most of the clowning all that great.
And that, I then realized, was because I’m spoiled.
Not by television shows, or any of the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise, or any of the more obvious sources. Rather, I saw the Flying Karamozov Brothers production of The Comedy of Errors (taped on VHS, off public television) at an impressionable age, and I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. As I suggested earlier, The Servant of Two Masters is already not unlike a lot of Shakespeare’s comedies (farcical servants, cross-dressing, mix-ups); and the style of clowning in it is also similar to that in the aforesaid production of Comedy of Errors (and probably also in Shakespeare as originally performed, but I’m not an expert on Shakespeare’s comedies.)
And of course, the Flying Karamozov Brothers (and Avner the Eccentric) can out-clown pretty much anybody.
Usually while juggling simultaneously.
Man, I’ve got to see if we still have that VHS tape.
Anyway. The Servant of Two Masters! Not as good as Shakespeare put on as a collaboration between several of the late 20th century’s greatest comic acts: but then, what is? Well worth seeing!
* They, incidentally, are derived from the stock character of the Capitani. This (and various other aspects of the plot) inevitably got me wondering whether some underground 18th c. theater group wrote a Commedia-style play where the male leads wind up hooking up.
I also kind of want to see a re-imaging of this play that takes the fact that both of them are technically on the run from the law--a point that Goldoni brings up but then doesn’t really explore--and refocuses at least some of the plot around that. Servant Noir, I guess.
Posted in full at: http://ift.tt/2wQ7lXl on September 24, 2017 at 12:00PM|
Caribbean Hurricane Maria & Irma Relief Fund:
Please take time this Sunday to donate to help our neighbors recover from Hurricane Maria and Irma. This charity has a 4 star rating and spends its money on the ground. And if you cannot spare any funds, please reshare.
This will be 1 of several organizations I will highlight today.
Tags:not a reblog, charity, giving, DWCrosspost
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Friday night, L and I went out for dinner for her birthday to a newish place in the neighborhood, and it was so nice. Expensive, but really nice. Burrata stuffed ravioli with roasted grape tomatoes! Steak frites! Moscato! And I had this delicious Café liégeois for dessert.|
Yesterday, I started watching s1 of Wynonna Earp, as recommended by some of you, and I'm enjoying it so far, though it is also making me miss the first two seasons of Supernatural, or more accurately, Dean Winchester. This show is sisters fighting demons, and while writing-wise it's about the same level as SPN (though nothing quite sticks in my head like, "We were raised like warriors, Dean!" there have been a couple of moments where something happens, and then the rest of the episode acts like it didn't happen? And I don't mean lingering plot threads for later. I mean, like, the writers forgot what just happened previously?), but it has a lot fewer dead ladies so far ( spoiler ), and also Waverly, who is THE BEST NO LIE. ( is this a spoiler? ) The special effects are kind of 90s syndication terrible, but I don't mind that much. I don't even mind the love triangle that much, because Wynonna is just going to do what she wants, instead of being torn between the two choices, both of whom are interesting int heir own ways (though I personally would choose Dolls, despite whatever secrets he's been keeping; at least you know he didn't sleep with your great-great-grandfather).
I guess I'll finish season 1 tonight, and then see if I can track down where season 2 is streaming. (as an aside, I started watching this because Killjoys - also recommended by many of you - is still not on Netflix. Why?)
Now I have a terrible headache, which is not being helped by the Giants being terrible. Sigh. At least hockey starts soon?
eta: I guess I shouldn't complain too much - the Giants have just stormed back with 3 TDs in the 4th to take the lead.
eta 2:I take it back. I was right the first time.
Current Music: Giants v. Eagles on tv
Current Mood: headachy
mama_kestrel says, "I'll be able to put in $50 on the 29th. Can anyone join me?"|
I am willing to extend the quarter-price option for "Branded in His Memory" beyond the sale proper if people have confirmed their intent to sponsor it. These mega-epics are so big, they rarely sell at full price, so it's to everyone's benefit to catch them in a sale. If you're looking to shop in the sale but have not yet done so, here's a great opportunity to get the most bang for your buck. The one person who's seen this piece so far is raving about it.
For two bisexuals, my wife and I sure tick a lot of the lesbian boxes*. The one thing I regret about yesterday's wedding celebration up in Tilden Park, on a golden fall Saturday in Berkeley, is that we didn't get to pin a note to our little board with the photos and such, to remind people of Bi Visibility Day.|
* A love for cats, hardware stores, tea,...
I'll post photos when they come in -- my former work wife took some GREAT ones, obviously already posted with acerbic commentary to social media. Ah. I miss her snark. My wife's sister-in-law, one of them, took photos with a nice DSLR, and I got a few shots in.
(I have hundreds of icons, but this is the singular one of two queer women together and alive by the end of canon -- skins' Naomi and Emily.)
Remix Revival authors have been revealed, at least for the main collection, so I can now post a link to my story!|
To Paint a Symphony (Arrangement for Solo Piano) (1527 words) by Isis
Fandom: The Watchmaker of Filigree Street - Natasha Pulley
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Keita Mori/Thaniel Steepleton
Characters: Keita Mori, Thaniel Steepleton
Additional Tags: Synesthesia, Music, Established Relationship, Precognition, Remix
Summary: Possible futures, with musical accompaniment.
Remix of: to paint a symphony by Arzani
I actually matched on Black Sails, but none of Arzani's fics in that fandom gave me much of an idea, partly because I'm not a Flint/Silver shipper. But The Watchmaker of Filigree Street is such an interesting canon - I've written a couple of stories for it already - and when I read "to paint a symphony" I immediately wanted to tease out the thread in which Keita plays the different compositions Thaniel might make in the future based on what choices he makes about Grace, and Thaniel sees them in different colors, and write my version of that story. (If you haven't read the book, this won't make much sense. But it's been nominated for Yuletide again this year, if you're thinking about reading it. It has a m/m relationship and a mechanical octopus.)
Sep. 24th, 2017 @ 12:55 pm
1) So as I mentioned in an earlier post, I re-read my dissertation. By coincidence it was almost exactly 8 years since I'd last looked at it. Although I'd been advised to publish it, I couldn't face the process after its already long journey. It would have meant going through further drastic revisions given that books on internet culture were gaining interest and it would have to be redone for a popular audience. ( Read more... ) |
2) This Stephen Colbert tweet and particularly the discussion following it was plenty funny. But it made me think about an issue I hadn't considered before. Do movies made elsewhere ever try to make up countries in North America? ( Read more... )
3) Boy does the Internet look weird when you're used to browsing without scripts and suddenly ADS! Clashing backgrounds! Video inserts! It's like being deaf and suddenly being blasted with sound. Yuck. (Makes me glad I rarely have the speakers on too...)
4) If only we had more of this kind of guy, who spends his time investigating corporate wrongdoing. "I can’t believe a year and a half after the financial crisis, no one is doing this stuff. I’m not talking about writing these massive, 10,000-word thumbsuckers about some crappy company that did something to a politically vulnerable population. I’m talking about companies that wake up every day and, using the imprimatur of the law, do things that are unconscionable and appalling."
5) Because of a cold snap at the start of September we brought in our hibiscus from the balcony -- the earliest we've had to do so.
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I've also got some photos up at common_nature about hummingbirds.
I seem to have been lacking in energy the last week or so, which is probably mostly down to travelling back from visiting my folks - a tiring journey, adjusting back to coping for myself, plus being away from family again and all wrapped up in the end of summer seems to leach the agency out of me. I've even been failing to keep up with DW reading, which is most unusual. Hopefully I can get back in gear this week.
I did get out to a quiz with friends on Thursday, which had quite a setting - the crypt at Rochester Cathedral. As crypts go it was very cosy, they've turned the oldest half (c1083) into a display area for the Textus Roffensis (c1122-24, which contains the only known copies of the codes of laws of Aethelberht, Alfred and Cnut, and minor fripperies like the coronation charter of Heny I), while the area we used , a brash newcomer, built in the 1180s, has just been reworked as an event space - I think we may have been one of the first events to use it. A crypt with a bar gets my vote! Fortunately the refurbishment included a wheelchair lift (doubly so as we had another wheelchair user on our team), though my friends who volunteer as cathedral guides tell me it isn't where initially intended, when they excavated that area they found a completely unexpected Norman staircase and are still trying to figure out where it went to..
A picture of the bit we were in here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rochester_Cathedral#/media/File:Rochester_cathedral_011.JPG, for scale the capitals on the columns are probably about 5 feet off the ground. They comfortably fitted a table for 8 in each of the bays. We won, of course, though the prizes caused a raised eyebrow or two - 200ml cans of fizzy Hungarian pinot grigio. 'They seemed like fun' according to the organiser. Umm, yeah. At least the fish supper was reasonably good.
I went out yesterday for my usual Saturday lunch, which was a little disappointing. I had the duck confit flatbread and the duck had clearly been overcooked, it was tasty, but very, very dry, where normally it's quite moist. So dry I decided to stay and have another drink, which was actually fortuitous. Just as I was finally about to ask for the bill the friend I used to have lunch with every Saturday appeared.. It's the first time she's been out on a Saturday since spring last year, having spent the year nursing her son through terminal cancer. Hopefully it's a sign she's getting her life back to normal. She had her eldest daughter with her, plus her 7 month old granddaughter, who is a little cutie. So we talked babies and it turned out her daughter had just moved house earlier in the week. 'Where too?' I asked, lazily assuming they must simply have swapped from one London suburb to another, and was puzzled when she started with a street number, but then laughed when she completed the address - she's moved just opposite the end of the street her mum lives on, granny is obviously quite firmly on tap for babysittting!
Current Location: Home (the other one)
The main Remix collection was revealed today, so I can admit that I wrote:|
Coffee and Crumbs (The Idiot in the Attic Remix) (2145 words) by lost_spook
Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Sarah Jane Adventures
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Twelfth Doctor & Sarah Jane Smith
Characters: Sky Smith, Twelfth Doctor, Sarah Jane Smith, Mr Smith (Sarah Jane Adventures)
Additional Tags: Remix, remixrevival, Post-Episode: s08e01 Deep Breath, Episode: 2013 Xmas The Time of the Doctor
Summary: The Doctor always returns to Bannerman Road at the important moments. It's the timing that's so hard to get right...
It's a remix of paranoidangel's Tea and Biscuits, because we just can't avoid each other in these things! Anyway, it was fun and I had plenty of options to choose from, but my heart wanted this one. I'd actually beta-ed Tea and Biscuits (and it was a gift fic for dbskyler, too), which is a little odd, but so far in my remixing, I've always gone for stories I've loved and that's what drew me to T&B quite quickly. I'm not sure what the key is (I'm sure you could remix almost anything with a bit of work and inspiration), but certainly a story that speaks to me, one I can say something in response to is maybe what that sudden, "That's the one!" spark is. Anyway, this was fun. I was little worried about effectively switching Eleven for Twelve, because it borders on going too far - but on the other hand, the Doctor is the Doctor, and I know Paranoidangel doesn't have an aversion to any of them. (Well, as far as I know!)
And I see that I have estirose to thank for the remix of my Dungeons & Dragons fic! (Madness is still unrevealed, although I do have a suspicion...)
Sep. 24th, 2017 @ 01:32 pm
Alex: “It's a nice ship, you know?"|
Evan: "Yes, it is. And no, I don't think by wanting to use it you're forgetting or ignoring them or the fact that it was their ship. I think using it honors their memory more than letting it collect dust in the hold."
Alex: "You can read me like a book, can't you?"
Evan: "If you're a book I'd be interested in meeting the author.”
Alex: “You know, sometimes you make me want to beat my head with a stick."
Evan: "I never make you do anything. No Sha'erah makes a Keeper do anything."
Alex: "Ha! I guess that's just a matter of perception.”
Alex: “I suppose you think a ship named Defiant is fitting for me?"
Evan: "I can think of a few names that would be more appropriate, but I'm sure the military has restrictions about using certain words on their ships and uniforms.”
--Kristine Williams, Tools of Extinction
I watched the third episode of the new TV series The Orville on DVR-delay. The plot was that two members of an all-male species reproduce and their offspring is a female. They immediately want "corrective" surgery, which the human ship's doctor won't do. Complications ensue. |
What I first liked about the episode was that they twice dodged the Hollywood ending. (I won't give away such ending, but if you watch the episode you'll recognize it.) The second thing I liked about the episode, something I didn't immediately realize, was that the first two episodes had been laying the groundwork for this one. Everybody's reactions were within the established character arcs, something that was a switch from the usual "somebody suddenly gets smart" approach to characters. Overall, I saw much to like in this episode.
My first romantic relationship was when I was 15.|
I was a sophomore at an all-girls Catholic school, acting in my school's production of Agatha Christie's "And Then There Were None." Because it was an all-girls school, our director had adapted the script to make as many characters female as possible. Or, at least as possible as a Catholic imagination could manage in 1990. Only 4 boys' parts were left after the adaptation, and we acquired the boys from our brother school across the neighborhood. One of them became my literal favorite person. We talked *all the time.* Everyone else in the cast decided we were married. He introduced me to both REM and They Might Be Giants, which, if you know me, pretty much sums up the core of my musical DNA.
He was also, as he finally managed to figure out some time later, thoroughly gay.
When we were 15? This was not remotely a problem. There is a closeness that happens quickly when you are working on a performance. There is a level of trust that much be built up, and an intensity that can't really be simulated. We talked, we bantered, we hugged, we stood too close to each other. The whole time we considered ourselves "going out," (about 9 months) we saw each other outside of school functions and meeting up at the bus transfer our schools shared a total of maybe 3 times. That was fine. We talked on the phone almost every day.
And we made mixtapes.
If you were a teen in the '90s, you know already the power of mixtapes. But let me see if I can articulate it. Before iTunes, before Spotify, before Pandora, before fucking *Napster*, the only way the average kid had to create their own personal playlist was to record their songs of choice to a cassette tape. And the only really effective way to do this was to own a stereo with dual cassettes and manually hit record when the song you wanted began on one side, recording it to the blank tape on the other side. And you tried like hell to get the songs to blend smoothly, maybe rewinding a smidge when you got a couple notes of the next song accidentally recorded onto the blank.
What I'm saying is that it was a long, arduous process. It wasn't what we do now with today's playlists, adding a song with a click of a button, rearranging as we go. It was deliberate. It was thoughtful. If you weren't going to think it through, you weren't going to do it at all.
Every song meant something.
I mean, at least the way I did it. You couldn't make a mixtape without also listening to the song as you recorded it. I think at some point, the technology existed to speed up the recorded song as it was taped by like 2X or 5X, but why bother? Listening to each song as you placed it in its order like a string of beads that you would then present to your love with a smile? The entire fucking point.
I still have the tape John made me, somewhere. The same way I have the notes he wrote me, the card attached the to the rose he gave me, and the pictures of us at one school dance and the trip to the local amusement park that both our schools went to on the same day at the end of the year.
That tape introduced me to Erasure, and Tori Amos (so much makes sense in retrospect, you guys. I digress.)
All of this is to say that the narrative trope of pining characters speaking to each other through songs? Touches me at a deep, deep level. I like songfic a lot in general, but when it's done exceptionally well? I fall, hard.
This is all to say that right now I am deeply in love with Setting Sun, by LittleLostStar.
But let me back up for a minute.
When I got super fannish about Yuri On Ice!!!, I started by reading the big fandom hits, like you do. Then I got obsessed for Otayuri, and found not only fic, but playlists based on that ship, and I poked through them, found my favorites, curated my own playlist out of my individual favorite songs on different playlists, etc. Like you do.
A lot of the stuff that would pop up on Otayuri playlists was appropriate, but also obvious. Like, it started to feel like most of it was just made up of whatever songs were already popular right now--the stuff that shows up on Pandora's Teen Radio station all the time. I enjoyed it, and I started writing some songfic for them based on the ones I thought *really* fit best (which I should totally finish one of these days, whatever), but I also got occasionally annoyed at how US-centric the song choices always were. But my critique/celebration of cultural translation in YOI is an entirely SEPARATE POST.
The thing that is special about Setting Sun isn't just that it's the story of Yuuri and Victor literally speaking to each other only through song lyrics, and each song has very pointed and specific meaning (I mean, that's obviously A LOT of what I love about it, see above re: mixtapes), but it's also a playlist with a narrative attached. It's not a pile of songs with a certain aesthetic (which the Otayuri playlists generally are, and that is fine and good and I enjoy the thing). I've re-read Setting Sun several times, and listened to the playlist at the same time every time so that now I can just listen to the playlist and relive the story, deep in my feelings. And that is also what listening to a mixtape was like. You relive the feelings that a person makes you feel, anytime you want, by listening to the music they send you.
Not all of the songs in Setting Sun are explicitly romantic. A ton of them are sassy. Some of them are pissed off. A bunch of them express Yuuri's anxiety, or Victor's depression. And then a bunch of them are just pure sex. And it's alllllll good. The narrative, and the songs that go with it, earn the sexy songs, which you know makes them that much better.
And the songs themselves? Some of them I already knew (Savage Garden, Fiona Apple, natch). Some of them were new songs from bands I knew but hadn't followed closely in a while (Pompeii, Tegan and Sara, Lucius). There's not as much European or International pop as I'd realistically expect from Victor and Yuuri, but there's enough, and at least not every song is in English (Latin counts, okay?) And enough of the music is both new to me and also deeply moving and very good that I've also just started diving into the back catalog of some of these new-to-me artists.
And I've started just sharing individual new fave songs with people (hi kass!) and had to explain that, yeah, I got this from a YOI fic.
It doesn't matter how you feel about Yuri On Ice!!! Seriously, listen to this song.
This means you, heresluck.
For the past year, I've been listening to music more and NPR and podcasts less. It was partly because I wasn't commuting an hour anymore (more like 2 minutes, seriously) and partly because I just desperately need to not listen to the news and to, just, stick an IV of joy into my veins. YOI was part of that IV of joy, but now the music I've been acquiring because of YOI has also taken up this job, and it's much more portable. I bought a bluetooth shower speaker so I can start every day with the right mood. I wear headphones at my desk while I compose assignments. I wear headphones at home while I read fic on my laptop in the living room and the kids watch Dan and Phil on Youtube, or Jay watches trail runners. And I always, always listen to playlists in the car.
It isn't always Setting Sun, but it often is. And sometimes it's the offshoot playlist I made of just the fuck jams. Because sometimes you don't need the full narrative. Especially if you've already internalized it.
Playing those on my way to and from UMass to submit my final PhD paperwork worked pretty well, I'll tell you what.
This is all to say that, if you like Yuri on Ice!!! OR mixtapes, or just great music, maybe check out some combination of the fic and the playlist. I bet you'd be glad you did.
I can't remember, sanj, if I dropped this one into my stream-of-consciousness-on-hangouts-reclist for you, but even if I already have, consider this a bump up to the top of the reclist.
(Oh, also. It's still a WIP, and it updates slowly, but it's canon-parallel, and already over 80K, and the author is still clearly working. And even if it ends now, it's thoroughly satisfying at this point, so no worries.)