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Fandom 50 #7
This pick from 1983 isn't necessarily the most representative of the sound the Payola$ are known for, but it's a certified bop with a hook that still gets stuck in my head on a regular basis.
I'll Find Another (Who Can Do It Right) by The Payola$
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Apr. 2nd, 2026 @ 07:00 pm
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today I have been a lump due to WEATHER but since I haven't gotten to responding to comments on my last post about work bullshit, have an update re: work bullshit!
Tuesday they say "hey, we're going on short weeks!" and are like "I guess you can take a layoff if you don't wanna do that" and people are mostly just like "UH!!!"
Wednesday I am informed that I'll be going with one of the journeymen to another job starting probably next Wednesday. (Also one of the journeymen is like "yeah, I called [company I worked for before this] and they said they'd take me back") (Also we learn that a select few people would be staying on full weeks anyway!)
Today we are all informed, not even by the bosses, that they will not be doing short weeks after all. So. You know. Super cool of them, definitely didn't shoot themselves in the feet re crew morale and general good-will.
It's all very, "you're doing a shit job of communicating and are gonna lose people because of this", because I don't think the journeyman I'll be going to that job with wants to come back. I don't blame him; we're at the stage of the job where a lot of the work is "figure out what got missed/didn't happen because we didn't have the necessary pieces at the time", which means a lot of working around shit that's now in our way, etc etc. Plus this whole debacle about work hours.
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I wish that abused people who become/became centers of community would stop dying on me.
I'm sorry, that sounds callous, but it's true.
badfaun, who I mostly knew from roleplaying MUSHes, died in the wee small hours of today, of metastatic cancer. They'd beaten breast cancer, and then it came back in their brain and ultimately, spread to the cerebrospinal fluid, which again, is impressive in its inventiveness, but really not what you want out of life.
Anyway. I met her on GarouMUSH, and they came to an offshoot RP MUSH vaguely based on original Whitewolf games, with the then-Pink-House-Crew. Eventually I started hanging out with her and Various Friends on an offshoot non-RP MUCK, and then Discord, and just, you know, things. I met her and her then-partner-eventual-husband aerynvale back in 2002, when I went on my Long Trip across the country, and they still lived in San Diego. I sort of always had vague ideas about seeing them in Seattle but Oh Well.
I am not as rip-roaringly angry and shocked by Leah dying, as opposed to minoanmiss, where it was unexpected liek whoa, so I for some reason don't feel like encapsulating her life in small bits, but: poet, writer, fierce intellect. Earth scientist, finding a way to volunteer and study locally when she could. Gender was a prison and a construct and cancer and its after effects were a different kind of prison, and the abuse by her father led to so many different kinds of fatigue and physical and emotional fuckery, but she, too, kept pushing and trying, until the cancer wouldn't let her.
To sum up: Am sad. The end.
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Apparently Warner Brothers decided that they are not, in fact, putting B5 on Youtube, and pulled it a few episodes in.
https://cordcuttersnews.com/warner-bros-discovery-removes-babylon-5-from-youtube-after-brief-free-run/
I discovered this because I was curious how many episodes they were up to, and found the old links were dead. So I was curious what was up with that, and did a bit of googling. Evidently the messaging on this was basically terrible; they just yanked it without warning.
It looks like it's permanently off Tubi, despite having not gone ahead with the Youtube plan, but the article says that it is streaming free with ads on Roku's website, which I checked and it does seem to be true. FOR NOW. (They also have the movies, which I still haven't seen other than "In the Beginning." I don't think Tubi had those.)
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The Kickstarter is up and running for Lady Trent’s Field Journal: A Dragon Coloring Book! . . . and it funded in three hours flat, heeeeeeee.

Granted, the goal this time around is literally an order of magnitude smaller than it was for the pattern deck, so I had every expectation that it wouldn't take all that long. But three hours? It literally happened while I was asleep (since I followed the same pattern as last time, i.e. pull the trigger and then immediately go to bed -- with my phone in another room, so I wouldn't be tempted to check on progress in the middle of the night). As of me posting this, we're almost at double the goal, which is excellent! We've already achieved one stretch goal, which is me hand-lettering the captions that will label the art; the second, which unlocks at $5000, is to upgrade the paper stock for the coloring books. There are more beyond that, too!
I'm really delighted to be doing this. People genuinely have been asking for years if I would ever write some of Isabella's scientific work, and while I couldn't quite make it go to do an entire article or book's worth of that, this coloring book gives me the chance to drop in snippets of that, while also exploring some fun corners of zoology. So check it out, and let's see how many stretch goals we can unlock!
(By the way, I consider this part of my twentieth anniversary celebration. It just seemed . . . inadvisable . . . to launch it on the actual anniversary, lest people think the Kickstarter is a joke!)
(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/CSz8n2)
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https://archiveofourown.org/admin_posts/34626 
We're excited to announce that we're exiting open beta! We've come a long way from when we announced and launched AO3 open beta in 2009. At launch, there were just 347 AO3 accounts and 6,598 works. While we started growing very quickly, we were originally much more limited in what we could do. Did you know that AO3 invitations were originally sent out manually by individual AO3 volunteers? During our initial rapid growth, we were still only sending out about 1200 invitations per day, and eventually tapered off to 50 per day. Today, we send around 6,000 invitations every 12 hours. Our old news posts also include fun stats about what AO3's user base and works looked like in 2009, which you can compare to the stats post we recently shared in January to see how far we've come. What's Changed Since ThenSince 2009, AO3 has grown and changed a lot. We've introduced many features over the years through the efforts of our volunteers and coding contributors, as well as the contractors we've been able to hire thanks to generous donations from our users. While there are a lot of additions we're proud of, some of our favorites include: Looking at where we are now in 2026, we recently celebrated 10 million registered users and 17 million fanworks! We're grateful for all the fans that have accompanied us all this time—all of our accomplishments are thanks to you! Some recent improvements we've made include adding new options to bookmark and collections filtering and updating all of the buttons at the bottom of the forms for posting, previewing, or editing a work to make them more user-friendly. What's Next for AO3 and How You Can HelpAs the AO3 software has been stable for a long time, the change is mostly cosmetic and does not indicate that everything is finalized or perfectly working. Exiting beta doesn't mean we'll stop continuing to improve AO3—our volunteer coders and community contributors will still be working to add to and improve AO3 every day. For one, it’s likely you’ll continue to see references to us being in beta for a while as we update our documentation. If you'd like to see what issues are being worked on, check out our project on Jira. This is a public list of all the bugs and features that are on the to-do list for our coders. If you're familiar with coding and would like to contribute your time, we welcome contributions from anyone! Take a look at our Contributing Guidelines and other documentation on GitHub. All contributors are credited in our release notes. If you're interested in helping AO3 but don't have any coding ability, consider volunteering for one of the other teams that work on AO3 or contributing to AO3 in some other way. If you have a feature request or bug to report, please contact AO3 Support. Support handles communication between users and the various teams involved with AO3. The Support team helps to resolve technical problems experienced by users and passes on users' feedback to the relevant committees. 
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It's been a hard day, so here is a poem for that. Clint Smith simply never fails.
( For the Hardest Days )
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Seder ended up being really nice! There were only two alarms around 5PM for us, after all of us had already made our way home so none were caught on the road or in traffic. The rest of the evening we had no alarms in our area, so were able to get through a whole (admittedly rushed) seder and excellent food. There were lots of flowers, and all of the important foods, and my aunt's rice was a little burnt* but it actually made it taste better - it's this really good recipe of oven-baked rice with mushrooms and chestnuts that I really have to try sometime.
(*one of many downsides to alarms is figuring out how to handle anything cooking while you're going in the shelter for an unknown amount of time. Do you turn off the oven? Do you keep it on and hope for the best? Tough decisions must be made.)
Since I was put in charge of the seder itself, I went over the hagaddah in advance and made a cheat sheet of which parts we'd read/sing/skip in advance, printed out a few copies and placed them on the table, just to have everyone on the same page. It ended up going really well, adults were appreciative, we basically sped through the reading and singing in like 20 minutes before getting to the food.
Sisters and I spent the night there; there were some tensions at some point but situation's got people on edge; overall had a really nice time. My sister and I drove back to Tel Aviv this evening; it was the first time an alert caught me on the road (technically, two). Drove till I found a part of the road with a wide enough shoulder to pull over, got a blanket from the trunk and spread it on the ground by the road to sit on, took a coat since it was drizzling a little. The air was misty and bizarre and apocalyptic just because it happened to be a day with really weird weather, every streetlight enveloped by an enormous halo, and pretty soon we heard the booms, saw some dim lights, saw one interceptor on its way through the mist. My sister had a much more visceral reaction than I did to the sounds and the sights, but then unlike her, I didn't spend the first few months after October 7th constantly going in and out of a war zone on reserve duty :( We sat there, munching on some cucumber-flavored Lays chips my dad brought from a recent trip to China, on the ground with a coat pulled over out heads and yellow flares in the sky, just a surreal little moment. When we got back in the car after, Graceland was playing on the radio.
(There was a second alert about 10 minutes later, but at that point we were already in the city; we just found parking and went inside a nearby building to use their shelter if we'd need to, but it ended up being one of those times where the "heads up" alert never converts into a real alarm.)
When I got home, logged on to participate as a beta in a virtual lecture about the science of BtVS (in preparation for the now-virtual local SFF con taking place next week), which was super fun, and then watched Shrinking, which, my heart, I can't believe next week will be the last episode of the season boo.
This weekend I am planning on: -visiting grandma -meeting friends -IDK, XO Kitty season 3 perhaps? -writing?? finally?? will it happen?? maybe mentioning it will make it so.
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I made my appointment to return my old modem and router for 2:15 pm today before I decided to take today off, because 2:15 put it right in the middle of my lunch hour. However, having taken the day off, 2:15 became the worst possible time to do it. But it's done! Not without a slight misadventure. I put the address in for a Lyft and doublechecked the confirmation text and was like, okay, 74-10 Austin Street. But when we arrived at 74-10 Austin Street, it was a residential building. And I'm like, I know it's just up the block there and the guy is like, but this is the address you requested. So I get out and start walking and I'm like, I know it's here, I've been here before, where the fuck is it??? So I recheck my phone and the address is...71-40. I would have sworn on a stack of bibles everything said 74-10, but it did not. Brain, why are you like this???
Anyway, the equipment return was quick and smooth, and Shake Shack was 2 doors down, so I had Shake Shack for lunch and it was all good.
Here's today's poem:
Five passages between uncertain territories
1 The wind has got trapped in the chimney; its plaintive howls crash, slash and rumble all the way to the backbone and back again. Walrus angels ride their ancient motorbikes on the Wall of Death.
2 I burrow deep into heretic soil, lie quietly close to roots and corms, listen to the sounds of critters in the field, beasties by the roadside: their adventure songs of rescue, revelation, revival and sunrise.
3 Because you travel the undiscovered country, carrying the black flag, mallet and stake, I offer you heartware – I stay tuned in all right; but you know I don't trust you any farther than to the rim of the map.
4 I lost my little mittens and my hands are cold. All around, purple pearls and snailshells lie scattered like random pebbles; I pick them up gingerly, clovefully. I count them three times, then once more for luck.
5 Cloaked in furs and feathers I shall sojourn in abandoned observatories, hurdy-gurdy power stations, mills by mystic lakesides, stitching tales of hope and hardship, breaking every bone in the book.
--Jane Røken
***Current Mood:  confused
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In news the first - Archive of Our Own is officially out of open beta! It looks so wrong to not see the little 'beta' there after site header in superscript on the top left corner. (I do wonder if the timing was done on purpose, considering April's Fools "omega" joke where they changed it to say omega instead of beta there so when they removed the omega they just didn't have to replace it with anything.) Reading the article, I also realize I was mistaken, I'd always thought I'd gotten my account the day it went to open beta but it turns out it was the day after.
Kind of hilarious they put out a badge for it:
In news the second - all of Farscape is legally on youtube!! (here's the playlist)
In news the third - useful links update has been completed!! All links checked and either work or mention that they do not and a backup is provided if possible (I leave up links to sites that appear to just be having hiccups rather than being closed down to check randomly later on and will remove if it turns out they're down for good, but since I've had ones that were down when I started checking but up by the time I finished I try not to delete them unless I'm sure it's gone and anyway, it's only a dozen overall.) I am always amazed at how many links *do* die between checks, even in the 6 months since I did it last this time, and how alternate/backup links had to be chased down or resources removed. As always, if anyone finds a freshly dead link (or has a great resource for me to include) please let me know!
Between the twelve posts there are just shy of 2.5k links. Slightly over 250 of those are wayback machine links. Thank you internet archive, you are a wonder.
And in news the fourth - have two weeks of recthething recs (MDZS fic and and tumblr art in a bunch of different fandoms): all the lies on your resume by someitems (58k) Summary Snippet: After Wen Ning is cursed at his workplace under mysterious circumstances, Wei Wuxian goes undercover as his replacement to help find out what’s really going on. He unearths a web of nepotism, lies, malicious cultivation and evil schemes. But his biggest discovery of all may be that his feelings for former college crush (and current coworker) Lan Wangji refuse to stay buried in the past. (interesting modern-with-cultivation AU where WWX is a curse investigator and ends up being reunited with LWJ)
Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood - He’s just too cool to not draw him, okay?… (Roy and Riza with neat fire affect)
MDZS/Untamed - Visitor (gentle and touching art of a-yuan and LWJ when LWJ was recovering after the whipping)
Merlin - Something eternal (gorgeous) - Merlin and Gwen (love the depth B&W adds to this) - Emrys: The Greatest Sorcerer; The Biggest Liar (love the dual look of this) - Fuck You Kilgharrah! (Merlin's only yelling what most of us were thinking at various points during this show, 2 part comic)
and, while not exactly a fandom, fannish at least: Happy 15th birthday to Nyan Cat! (the original animation and a cake for it, drawn by its original artist)
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George Abraham and Noor Hindi, eds., Heaven Looks Like Us: Palestinian Poetry. Some poets in this new to me, some I'd read in their own collections. I think one of the benefits of a collection like this is that it's much harder for an uncareful reader to think "I guess I don't like Palestinian poetry" because there's so much variety of it, even the stuff that's focused on Being Palestinian as opposed to all the other things Palestinian poets write poems about. Lloyd Alexander, Westmark, The Kestrel, and The Beggar Queen. Rereads. Ha. "Rereads." Probably the most reread books of my life after the first decade. I was just thinking that maybe this would be the reread when I got nothing new out of them except continued enjoyment and then I came upon the passage that made me cry about living in Minnesota in early 2026, thanks, Lloyd. (Seriously though thanks, sometimes we need the catharsis.) Rebecca Boyd, Exploring Ireland's Viking-Age Towns: Houses and Homes. Glad that a friend talked about this, because it does exactly the sort of thing I like where it talks about where the interior walls went in a typical building changing over time and what that meant socially and where people stored their hazelnuts and that. Material culture for the win. Andre M. Carrington, ed., The Black Fantastic: 20 Afrofuturist Stories. A book club read, and I feel like reaction was not unified but more unified than a lot of the other books we've discussed--a lot more closer to "we all think this is a very good story," "nobody likes this story but we all respect it," etc. Still a lot that's worth discussing here. Christopher de Hamel, The Manuscripts Club: The People Behind a Thousand Years of Medieval Manuscripts. Lavishly illustrated and focused on the people who have been focused on the manuscripts. If you're a person who thinks of yourself as having friends and kindred souls across spacetime, de Hamel is with you, and here is a book about some of his and the (increasingly old) books they loved. Peter Dickinson, King and Joker. Reread. One of the most coming of age coming of age stories I have ever read in my life, wrapped in a tidy murder mystery, with Dickinson getting to do an alternate history of a type that is often neglected, the fairly minor change type. I still do like this for its complicated relationships that are allowed to stay complicated. Amal El-Mohtar, Seasons of Glass and Iron. Discussed elsewhere. Susan Griffin, A Chorus of Stones: The Private Life of War. Creative nonfiction about the effects of violence at every scale, sweeping where I would have liked it to be specific, readable but not really what I was looking for. Rokeya Hussain, Sultana's Dream and Padmarag. Mostly historically interesting rather than fun reads for me: this is the work of a very early 20th century Indian feminist writer who used the structure of a dream to talk about the future--popular at the turn of the last millennium, from what I can tell. It was very much a "nuh uh we don't suck, you suck" vision in places, but one can understand that in context. And now I know. Ange Mlinko, Venice: Poems. Literal and figurative Venice, waters and references. I liked this in a mellow sort of way, even though they aren't all mellow poems. Jared Poon, City of Others. I'm not sure what's getting us so many good Singaporean authors available in the US in the last decade or so, but I'm for it, I'm absolutely for it. This is in the "weird magical things handled by a specialist in a modern city" subgenre, which I like depending on the skill of the author and the interest of the magical things, and this has both skill and interest. Anthony Price, The Labyrinth Makers. Reread. Several of the other spy things I had recently revisited from the mid-late twentieth were, frankly, stupid, and I was a bit worried that this, which I remembered as non-stupid, would also be stupid. It was not. Whew. It was clearly a spy novel written both by and about a white British man in 1970, but with less of the attendant gender stuff and a lot less of the attendant race stuff than one might fear in that context. There are several more in this series, which I will also be revisiting as I get around to it, I think. One of the virtues of this series is that I remember them varying considerably; we'll see if and where that also ends up being one of its drawbacks. T.K. Rex, The Wildcraft Drones. Discussed elsewhere. John Sayles, Crucible. This is exactly what I wanted out of a John Sayles novel. I'm pretty sure he didn't write it just for me, but he could have. (This was also true of A Moment in the Sun and Yellow Earth.) This one is centered on Detroit in the Great Depression, with tentacles as far north as the UP and as far south as Brazil. It has Sayles's use of multiple perspectives that are genuinely different to make for a richer story of its placetimes and their people. Love it. I did notice that his rather too frequent habit of italicizing the single syllable of a word that would make the sentence sound like it would if David Strathairn was saying it, but you know, we all have our quirks. Cat Sebastian, Star Shipped. I had enjoyed the others of Sebastian's things I'd read, two mysteries and an historical novel, all with a m/m love story in them, so I thought, hey, maybe I will like a genuine romance by this author, maybe we have found the place where my taste and genre romance overlaps. Answer: not quite. I read the whole thing, and it was fine, it's a nice book with nice people in it, but all the questions I had for the narrative were not the ones it was interested in answering. I can easily imagine describing a book the same way--"two actors who have been on the same science fiction TV series for years fall in love and have to navigate their personal, professional, and public selves"--and having it be focused on the questions that interest me...and that would not be this novel, which was largely interested in their relationship. Which is exactly what its genre claims it will do, and the people who are looking for that will likely find it very satisfying. Ah well, it's good to explore these things to find out. Una L. Silberrad, Success. Kindle. I spent a lot of my college years and just beyond thinking and talking about the way that the image and self-image of physics and chemistry changed after each of the two World Wars, but it's still fascinating to stumble upon something like this, a pre-Great War book that lionizes its engineer hero to a degree that's been impossible since my grandparents came of age, that seems to take as its thesis that brilliant engineers gotta brilliant engineer, that assumes as obvious that of course a British engineer has the right to sell his weapon plans to France and Germany...in a novel that came out in 1912.... I continue to enjoy the places Silberrad actively rejected some of the standard romance plots that don't fit her characters. This is a book that also has places where I'm not sure whether she's actually neutral on there being background Jewish characters, but there's room for that reading, so I went with it. (Narrative: so lots of this guy's friends were Jewish; me: same, buddy, same; narrative: now on to the plot that has nothing to do with his pals; me: sure, okay.) Rebecca Solnit, The Beginning Comes After the End: Notes on a World of Change. Another essay collection, about building the new in a time of turmoil, not one of her more outstanding books but still worth a read. Anthony Trollope, Phineas Finn (The Irish Member). Kindle. Is it Trollope's fault? the thing where people want to tell the stories of the emotional and professional lives of politicians without being, you know, political? Because I hate that thing, and here's a bunch of it--quite a large bunch--he is no more committed to brevity here than he ever was. The ending only makes sense structurally: you can see that's what he's working towards, but not because he's making anything make it satisfying, just because that's what this shape of thing is going to do and by God it does it. The thing is, it's Trollope, so this is not his least satisfying book, not by a long shot, because he manages not to make Finn a cartoon Irishman, thank God, except that it makes me say, okay, look, you could see some of the trouble of being a shunned ethnic minority in this context? yes? and yet when it came to Jewish people in your other books? yes? no, apparently no? But also it is not nearly one of the most satisfying Trollope books, because the tropes don't play well with the actual characters he's written. I see that there's a sequel, so I looked up a synopsis, and I think he saw that he'd done the same thing, but it doesn't make me want to read the sequel really, because I will get even angrier at the treatment of at least two characters as tools of the titular character's arc, I think. Olivia Waite, Nobody's Baby. A novella with an unusual shape of mystery enabled specifically by the science fiction setting, which is much more satisfying to me than having science fiction upholstery and mystery engine. There were a few bits that were more mannered than I'd like, but I'd just been reading Trollope and may have gotten oversensitized. Lesley Wheeler, Mycocosmic. Poems both metaphorically and literally about fungi, definitely right up my alley and I bet right up the alley of several other people around here too. Darcie Wilde, The Matter of the Secret Bride. Another of the Rosalind Thorne mysteries--one of the two my library didn't have, so I read it a bit out of order. It's the kind of mystery series where that doesn't matter greatly, and the places where it touches on actual history were entertaining as hoped. Yoojin Grace Wuertz, Everything Belongs to Us. I felt like the ending of this book did not really come together at all. The things Wuertz was trying to do with class at the beginning just fell apart, and especially how they tied in with the title mostly fell apart, and the bit where people actually overcame their obstacles to reach their goals mostly happened off the page between the last proper chapter and the epilogue. I hate to spoiler something like this, but I know that infant death and particularly infant death for plot convenience are very, very bad things for some of my friends to encounter unawares, so I'm going to say right out: there is a baby who is on the page for a large chunk of the novel and whose presence is not convenient, and then he just dies off the page and no one has to have any emotional reaction to it. Which is too bad, because the beginning was very promising, and we don't get a lot of novels in English about Seoul in the late 1970s. Endings are hard, I'll tell you that for free.
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It's getting warmer, the days are getting longer, and the scent of spring is coming in through the open window. Bird activity is very high. Some days, my birding app detects up to 25 different species within 20 minutes. Some of them are migratory birds, on the way back to where they came from in the winter. The others, about to start breeding, make as much noise as they can.
Today, as I was watering my balcony flowers, I looked down at the lawn because I saw some movement there. Two wood pigeons were wandering around, and between them, a hedgehog! I've never seen one in the open in broad daylight before. They're mostly nocturnal, as far as I know.
I googled "hedgehog active during the day" and found out that this could be a sign that the hedgehog is injured or malnourished. It did look a bit thin, as far as I could see from two storeys above, but not weak or distressed. It was walking around purposefully and seemed to be eating something, probably earthworms. In the information I found online, it said hedgehogs are often thin in the spring, because they're recovering from hibernation. It doesn't have to be a reason for concern. So I guess it doesn't need help right now.
When I checked again a few minutes later, both the hedgehog and the pigeons had disappeared.
I'm going to keep an eye out for the little hedgehog in the coming days. If I see it again and it looks like it needs help, I might take it to the vet, or to a rescue center.
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Yesterday partner and I went on an excursion to Rochester, as partner wanted to visit the cathedral and the castle, and I thought it would make a nice little trip - two trains an hour from St Pancras International. Also, it is not presently in the throes of having either of its twice-yearly Dickens Festivals, although there are quite a lot of manifestations of Charles D associations, from cafes called e.g. Tiny Tim's to plaques on buildings declaring that they are the originals of [some building in one or other of the novels].
The castle is Norman and there is quite a lot of it still standing. Realised that these days I am not so spritely about manouevring around rough-hewn spiral staircases and did not ascend all the way to the top of the tower. Apparently it is where Henry VIII met Anne of Cleves on her arrival in England (dooooomed! doooomed!). There were notices all over about the corpses of pigeons - these are preyed on by crows, the crows are a protected species, tough, pidges.
The cathedral is second oldest in England and has seen a lot of history, not to mention The Reformation, the Civil War and Commonwealth, Victorian church restoration, etc. There are some v kitsch early C19th funerary monuments. The crypt is v modernised and has a caff, a chapel to St Ithamar, first Saxon bishop of Rochester, and an exhibition of medieval manuscripts from the cathedral library (that survived the Henrician Reformation).
The high street is well worth strolling along, quite a number of picturesque ancient edifices, including Eastgate House and the Six Poor Travellers House.
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"Rifle II" by Rudy Francisco
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It was a good seder—smaller than some years, but good.
However, comma, one guest brought a bottle of Manischewitz wine as a joke gift. When we opened it for the curious, we let Eaglet sample it—something we allow during rituals, mainly seders and shabbat, that include alcohol. Wine has always been yuck for them, but this? This they liked. A lot.
Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear.
(For those who haven’t met it, Manischewitz is a sweet, strong, low-grade American wine barely better than rotgut. Because for a long time it was the only readily available wine that’s kosher for Passover, many families traditionally serve it at seders—or rather served, to our great fortune.)
---L.
Subject quote from For What It's Worth, Buffalo Springfield.
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Yesterday’s was a trip to Taylor’s Bell Foundry where Anthony and Sam, a pair of large cheerful men who look as though they probably have the upper-body strength of medieval long-bow archers, cast and re-cast church bells while discussing what kinds of cheese everyone would be if they were cheese (“I asked Josh. He’s mozzarella.”)
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I happened to be in Boston while the Harvard Film Archive was putting on a series of movies on the theme “The Woman and the Typewriter,” and you’d better bet we were on that like white on rice. We managed to hit up two of the three films, and the third was The Hudsucker Proxy which I’m sure is just fine but not old enough to interest me.
The first was Meet John Doe, Frank Capra’s dark mirror of his earlier film Mr. Smith Goes to Washington. Barbara Stanwyck is about to lose her job at the newspaper, so she fires off one last inflammatory article: a fabricated letter that claims to come from a man calling himself John Doe, who says he’s going to jump off City Hall in protest against the prevailing conditions of society.
The article causes a huge furor, so Barbara Stanwyck is called back to the newspaper. To keep the uproar going, the newspaper casts a man as the “writer” of the letter: Gary Cooper, an out-of-work ballplayer who finds himself thrust in the limelight as he travels the country giving speeches to the John Doe Clubs that keep popping up, filled with everyday ordinary people who are sick and tired of the way things are and have decided to move forward on a small, local scale, helping their neighbors. Their only rule? No politicians!
But of course the politicians want to get their grubby fingers on this rapidly growing movement. Edward Arnold (who played the sleazy politician in Mr. Smith Goes to Washington) is back as an even sleazier politician, who hopes to use the John Doe Clubs to facilitate the fascist takeover of the United States!
I must confess I felt that this plan was half-baked, which indeed is how I felt about the John Doe Clubs in the first place. Then the movie steps back from the tragic ending that it seems to have been building toward, which undermines the story still more. ( spoilers )
The second movie was His Girl Friday, an all-time fave which I’ve seen at least twice before. Star reporter Hildy Johnson (Rosalind Russell), dressed in an iconic diagonally striped hat and suit, comes back to the paper to tell her former boss (and ex-husband) Walter Burns (Cary Grant) that she’s getting married again. Walter Burns at once sets out to stop the marriage, getting Hildy’s new fiance arrested at least four times in one night, while also enticing Hildy back into the newspaper business with a humdinger of a story: a man on death row whose execution in the morning has become a political hot potato.
Do Hildy Johnson and Walter Burns have a healthy relationship? Absolutely not. Will their inevitable remarriage at the end of the movie end up lasting more than six months? Absolutely not. Does any of this matter to me as Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell exchange barbs at top top TOP speed? Also absolutely not. Shine on, you crazy diamonds! You are terrible for each other and I love that for me.
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Apr. 2nd, 2026 @ 09:35 am
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Happy birthday, nnozomi!
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