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and why is this the first time I've seen this fanvid?

(It's short. Go watch it, you don't need to know literally anything.)

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Certain questions linger

May. 15th, 2026 07:14 pm
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[personal profile] oursin

I was intrigued to see this report: London's Wellcome Collection returns 2,000 manuscripts to the Jain community given that that is a repository I know well although not a part of the collections with which I was particularly acquainted.

I was also a bit taken aback to see that there is a Centre of Jain Studies at the University of Birmingham, though on a spot of further looking around I find that there is also a Jain Ashram in Birmingham. (Not of as great antiquity as the Shah Jahan Mosque in Woking, f. 1889, and featuring in HG Wells' The War of the Worlds.)

It is a religious tradition particularly associated with non-violence.

While one might think that this collection of South Asian origin might return there: article points out that there are hardly any Jains left in Pakistan, where a significant tranche of the mss came from. I also wonder - it is not mentioned in the article - what is the position of Jainism at present in India. Some sources I have looked at suggest it is relatively assimilated to Hinduism? The article refers to them as a 'fragmented community'.

The Wikipedia article does suggest that they have a long tradition of being involved in commerce, banking and trade, and founding an array of philanthropic enterprises, including libraries....

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May. 15th, 2026 01:21 pm
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Vacation day with my two favorite people in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD. I was not able to avoid a flareup the way that I wanted to, but I am pretty hale and hearty, so I'm pleased.

I think I like writing intense relationships, because they fit me well enough. You love someone, and that's great - because what's the point, otherwise? You can only perceive yourself ultimately through the context of others, and we've evolved for hundreds of thousands of years to crave that sort of connection. I think I'm antisocial sometimes, because I dislike most people. But thenI'm actually around people that odon't just like, but I genuinely adore, and iit's like.. oh! I'm not a antisocial, I'm just a pissant.

Pleased vibing.
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More about yesterday, and also about todayI (we) didn't blow off dinner last night, in the end; we went back to that Spanish-Asian fusion place and I had scallops and also some of Geoff's duck gyoza and crispy beef tataki roll, which latter was so good (and food had woken me up enough) that we split a second one. Also a pint of Liberation ale, and I also had some of his dessert. We do like sharing food. (Though I eat several things he doesn't care for, and there's almost nothing he eats that I won't, so I generally get the better of the deal! He did taste a bit of a scallop since he'd never had one before, though he usually detests shellfish, and while he didn't detest it he didn't much like it, either. So they were mine all mine.)

We were eating outside -- well, the restaurant had basically enclosed their entire dining patio in transparent plastic sheeting for warmth and against the possible rain, so it wasn't really "outside" any more, but it was certainly better ventilated than inside, and the only people eating out there were a couple who finished and left soon after we arrived, and a woman who sat down a few tables away and had a couple glasses of wine which going through her various bags. The restaurant had draped cushy blankets over the backs of most of the outside seating, for the use of customers who might be chilly, and also had a couple of outdoor heaters going: very civilized! Plus the seating on the side the woman was on was more like couches and coffee tables than chairs and dining tables; it was clearly meant for socializing more than meals. Anyway, by the time we were finishing dinner and she was finishing her second big glass of wine, our eyes met and we started chatting. She was from Ireland but had lived on Jersey for like forty years; she basically told us her whole life story, but I've forgotten almost all of it (look, I was really tired) except for her saying to me, "I lost my virginity here, darling." Oooookay, enough wine for you, maybe? She was yet another person who, on hearing that we're going to Guernsey for ten days, boggled at the idea. She said that Jersey is, like, ten years behind the UK, and Guernsey is fifteen years behind Jersey, but she didn't specify what scale she was measuring on, and I didn't want to ask... Look, Guernsey has decent bus service and wifi in our hotel, it's modern enough for us. (Also, during dinner I did a bit of phone research and turned up this page https://www.visitguernsey.com/articles/2023/local-beverages-tours-and-tastings-in-guernsey/ which looks like it can keep us entertained for a while 😀)

Then we came home and I slept really well, although I had climate-catastrophe dreams. Kind of like living in a disaster movie.

Today we did our last serious hike on Jersey, from Rozel at pretty much the northeast corner to Mount Orguiel castle and the town of Gorey below it, about halfway down the east coast. It took us maybe three hours? More of the same, basically: footpaths through woodland and small roads through residential areas and great views across the rocky and/or sandy tidal flats across the ocean to France on the horizon; one road was scarcely a car-width wide but was officially two-way and had a couple of tiny pullouts marked "passing place", but if you encountered an oncoming car anywhere else, one of you would be backing up a looooong way! I'm also interested by how it's completely unremarkable to park facing oncoming traffic (on what we in the US and Canada would call the wrong side of the road), and the way that parked cars can legally just take up the traffic lane, so that the two-way road functionally narrows to one lane and cars have to take turns going through. I think a lot of Jersey traffic patterns are only workable because there isn't much traffic in the first place.

We walked past the same enormous breakwater we had gone to with [personal profile] trepkos, but we didn't go out on it this time. The wind and water were much calmer than they'd been on our previous visit, and Geoff got an ice cream and we sat and watched the bay for a bit. Further down the coast we enjoyed a rocky promontory called Jeffrey's Leap (or Geoffrey's; different authorities give different spellings) where a malefactor named Jeffrey or Geoffrey or Geffray or Geffroy was supposedly condemned to death and thrown off the rocks; the story is that he landed in the water, survived, boasted that he could do it again, jumped, hit the rocks that time, and died. Geoff took a picture of the site marker but did not replicate his namesake's foolhardiness.


And that only gets me halfway through today, but it's six-thirty and we have to go to dinner because we have to get up at crack of dawn tomorrow for the ferry. So I will continue this later...

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May. 15th, 2026 12:45 pm
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[personal profile] maju
I'm not feeling great today; I didn't sleep very well last night - I was restless and wakeful - and my cold seems to have freshened up, and I've also got a headache. Hopefully this will be the worst day and I'll be on the mend from now on. Just as well the dentist appointment isn't for another few days.

I managed to get the signed dental records release form scanned and emailed back to my old dentist, and this morning they emailed me to say they have already sent my records to the new dentist. So now everything is set up and all I have to do is go to the appointment.

In spite of not feeling 100% this morning I managed to go for a 5 km/3 mile walk after breakfast. I was hoping for a good dose of sunshine, but it was partly cloudy most of the time I was out. I'm highly motivated to get the kms in these days because I'm really close to finishing my virtual run/walk around the US - only 122 km/76 miles to go. After 17, 048 km, it feels unreal that the end is so close. (I started this virtual journey on 9th December 2016 so it's an ingrained part of my life now.)

fic: friendly advice

May. 15th, 2026 09:14 am
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[personal profile] lirazel

Title: friendly advice
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Pitt (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Cassie McKay & Samira Mohan
Characters: Samira Mohan, Cassie McKay
Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 02, samira deserves a future she’s excited about!!!!, let her use her skills!!!, let women look out for each other!!!!, cassie Notices people and we love that about her
Series: Part 3 of unionizing the e.d.
Summary:

“You should think about applying to them,” McKay says. “I know it’ll be a time crunch, but you’ve got your reference letter already, right?”

“Abbot wrote it for me,” Samira says automatically, mind still whirling.

“Oh, great. I’m glad you asked him. Anyway, it shouldn’t take much for him to tweak it a bit, and I’m sure he’d do that for you.”

Samira places her hands flat on the desk in front of her, hoping the firmness beneath her hands will steady her. When did her heart start beating so fast? “You’re saying I should apply for a fellowship in emergency psychiatry?“


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May. 15th, 2026 09:48 am
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[personal profile] oursin
Happy birthday, [personal profile] auroramama and [personal profile] mummimamma!

recent reading: Project Hail Mary

May. 14th, 2026 05:58 pm
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[personal profile] castiron
After seeing the movie Project Hail Mary twice1, I decided to read the book. It's a good hard SF story, but when the only character that sounds like a believable person is your alien character, your characterization and voice need work.

The movie was much better, and if you have to choose between reading the book and watching the movie, I'd recommend the movie. The actors make the characters feel like actual individual people. Also, the movie has Carl. (I'm also glad I saw the movie relatively unspoiled; I'm sure I read one of the big reveals back when the book was published, but I'd forgotten it, so when it happened on screen it hit hard.)

1 I'd only planned to see it once. We don't go to movies much anymore due to cost, but Youngest specifically requested this one, and I figured okay, this'd be worth seeing in the theater. And then I made the mistake that I as a parent of decades should've known better than to make: I bought tickets for the showing the day after Youngest was going to a slumber party. Yeah. The kid conked out half an hour in and could not be roused even during the fishing scene; it took some work to wake them up after the movie was over. I decided that since I'm the adult and should've known better, I'd take Youngest to see it again on an occasion where they'd stay awake. Fortunately, I liked it enough to see it again, and Youngest declared it peak.

some good things

May. 14th, 2026 11:47 pm
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[personal profile] kaberett
  1. successfully bought a leek. spent several whole minutes with reduced bad brain. (local combo of prodrome and therapy hangover, I think, not anything persistent or concerning.)
  2. the delay arising from the combination of Difficulty Leaving The House and Emotional Support Leek worked out just fine; we still made it to the wiggles household only a little behind human #1 and very slightly ahead of humans #2 and 3, and still in time for A to sequester themself for Union Meeting. hurrah for things working out.
  3. it has rained on the plants (hurray!) and mostly not on me (also hurray!).
  4. sweet potato slips have perked right back up after being put in a glass of water this morning (having failed to manage to get them in same last night).
  5. orchid continues flowering exuberantly. only three of them but my goodness they are staying.
  6. some fantastic rainbows on way to wiggles; ditto clouds-fraying-into-rain.

Belated Reading Wednesday

May. 14th, 2026 06:35 pm
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In War and Peace, Natasha and Andrei have fallen in love and gotten engaged at great speed, although on the promise to Andrei's father that they won't get married for a year, and will keep their engagement secret for that year, which will cause absolutely no problems whatsoever. :) :) :) Natasha's first ball is one of the scenes I'd remembered fondly from my first read-through, ~10 years ago— Tolstoy is just so good at evoking the feeling of experiencing feelings (here, the deadly seriousness of preparing for, and giddy excitement of attending, Baby's First Big Grown-Up Social Event) and, between Natasha and Kitty in Anna Katerina, I feel like he's surprisingly good at writing teenage girls? On the other hand, I had not recalled the twin plot threads of Andrei and Pierre both trying to engage with reform via committee: in Andrei's case, advocating for military reform, through which efforts he quickly becomes besties with but just as quickly disillusioned with (I'm sensing a pattern/foreshadowing here) an upstart statesman; in Pierre's, getting really invested in the mission and mysteries of the Freemasons and trying to convince his fellow Freemasons, who view it more as a social networking club, to take it equally seriously.

I've started reading Madly, Deeply, the edited and published collection of Alan Rickman's diaries, 1993-2015; so far, his 1993 entries have been a blur of names and references that I mostly don't recognize— main plot threads of 1993 are a failed bid to acquire a theater(?) and shambles on the set of the movie Mesmer— but it is delightful whenever someone I do recognize pops up (so far, Fiona Shaw— who he refers to as "Fifi"— and Ian McKellen). I'm also delighted by his frequent mini-reviews of random movies: "Jurassic Park— what the hell is the plot? Great dinosaurs." and "Sleepless in Seattle— halfway through I think 'I was in this movie'" (followed by editor's note: "He wasn't").

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May. 14th, 2026 05:24 pm
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[personal profile] maju
A couple of hours after I filled in the online contact form for the dentist, on which I said I prefer to communicate by email if possible, I received an email from them saying that as I will be a new patient they need to ask some questions and that would be better handled in a phone call, so this morning as soon as they were open I bit the bullet and called them. Of course once I was on the phone it was relatively painless, and I now have an appointment for next Tuesday, plus they sent me a link to their online new patient forms which I filled in almost immediately. I've also emailed my previous dentist and asked them to send my patient records to the new dentist.

Just after I wrote the above paragraph I had an answer from my old dentist, attaching a permission form for me to fill out so they can release my records to the new dentist. The form wasn't fillable online, so I had to print it and fill it out by hand, and now I'll need to scan it and return it by email (because I am not going to send it by snail mail when scanning and email exist). For some unknown reason I couldn't get the form to print from my Windows computer although I'm sure I've printed from that computer before. In the end I had to email it to my son in law and he was able to print it. I know I've printed from my Chromebook before (more than once); maybe I need to do something different to set up a printer with a Windows computer. (Of course Windows couldn't be straightforward.)

I barely left the house yesterday; it wasn't actually raining and wasn't even very cold but I just didn't feel like walking or running. I think my cold was at its worst yesterday. This morning, even though it was another drizzly day, I was much more motivated and went out for a good brisk walk with an umbrella, which I had to use for a while.

Yesterday I started and today I finished watching "Remarkably Bright Creatures". I had read the book a few years ago and really liked it, so I thought I'd give the movie a watch even though I often don't like movie adaptations of books. I really enjoyed this movie though, and now I am going to read the book again just to see what might have been missed out/glossed over, because I felt like the movie didn't give as much attention to the octopus as the book did. I placed a hold on the e-book at my library this afternoon and was one of about 8 (I think) people waiting, but to my surprise the book became available almost immediately.

social butterfly spreads its wings

May. 14th, 2026 10:22 pm
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[personal profile] wychwood
I have been doing lots of socialising lately! I went to the opera on Thursday, as described previously. On Friday I had the David Attenborough Centenary Dinner, which went really well - we had about fifteen people, everyone had brought their required cool animal fact (we went round the table and everyone shared! the facts were indeed very cool!), and we had a very cheerful couple of hours. There were a couple of subgroups of people who knew each other, but even the odd ones out seemed to be enjoying themselves with conversation. Also, several of the people who couldn't make it shared animal facts in the WhatsApp chat, so I had a steady trickle of animal facts all day, which was extremely delightful. I'm thinking of doing one of these again, but next time I'll pick a space anniversary of some sort, and make everyone bring space facts instead.

Then on Saturday I went out for brunch with S, who happened to be here with her husband that weekend (although not early enough to come to dinner!), having brought her baby to visit the SeaLife Centre. Sunday I didn't have any in-person socialising as such, but I sang Matins for other S (final result: 7 congregation vs 5 choir... they had the parish AGM after the later service, so it was substantially quieter than usual) and then had three video calls ([personal profile] toft, family crossword, B5 with Miss H). Work on Monday was comparatively restful.

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May. 14th, 2026 08:37 pm
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Much as I hate to admit any kind of brand loyalty, kelloggs have stopped making Raisin Wheats and I'm so fucking furious about it. Nestle are the alternative and... I just don't want a Nestle alternative. It also doesn't help that it's under the Shredded Wheat banner and Shredded Wheat are the lowest circle of breakfast hell.

I wish I'd taken the time to really enjoy the 5 boxes my mum bought mewhen she saw some on sale last month (instead of laughing at her buying me 5 boxes), but alas.

There's a box on ebay up for £50 already but I think that's pushing it a bit, tbh.

At least it'll be cold enough for my ready brek in a couple of months.

I am so so so sleepy

May. 14th, 2026 05:30 pm
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[personal profile] the_shoshanna
Took a sleep aid last night, slept pretty well but not long enough. Today we went to the zoo, saw gorillas and capybaras and poison frogs and ducks and cranes and skinks and many other things, but sadly did not see giant otters or tamarins or a few other things that were apparently hanging out in inaccessible parts of their enclosures. Then we came home and I have been struggling mightily to stay awake because if I nap I'll probably just screw my sleep schedule even worse (and we have to be fully packed and out the door at 6:45 am the day after tomorrow to catch a ferry to Guernsey). We may just blow off dinner. I may fall asleep while typing this.

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May. 14th, 2026 03:09 pm
oursin: Brush the Wandering Hedgehog by the fire (Default)
[personal profile] oursin
Happy birthday, [personal profile] sibyllevance and [personal profile] themoontower!

Jaded with walruses

May. 14th, 2026 02:41 pm
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[personal profile] oursin

Honestly, have we become entirely blase about walruses frolicking in British territorial waters? Because this was the first I had heard about Magnus, who has been making quite the tour of Scotland for the past month before wafting off to Noroway o'er the faem: Magnus the wandering walrus leaves Scotland for Norway.

Goo-goo-ja-{YAWN}.

***

However, much more excitement over Choughs reappear at Tintagel Castle in Cornwall after decades of absence:

Choughs are considered Cornwall’s “national bird” and feature in its coat of arms but vanished as a resident from the far south-west of the UK in the early 1970s, largely because of the decline of their grazed clifftop habitat.
Their disappearance was keenly felt across Cornwall but particularly, perhaps, in and around Tintagel because of the bird’s connections to the legend of King Arthur.

Is this A Sign for Cornish Nationalism? Or does it precurse The Return of Arthur?

***

Cockrow Bridge in Surrey will open in the coming weeks to provide wildlife, including lizards and insects, with the ability to move between fragmented habitats:

The bridge itself is a floating patch of nature reserve; its contents were excavated and transplanted from the heathland on either side. Heather, the tough wiry shrub that defines heathland, is already springing up in purples and yellows above the A3’s roar, supporting the area’s insects and reptiles.
“They can feed here, get cover, they can bask, they can breed,” says Herd. Ground-nesting birds, such as nightjars, woodlarks and Dartford warblers, will also benefit from the newly connected landscape.

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But alas, Camden Highline, London’s answer to New York park, is scrapped. Though it's not entirely clear whether the completed stretch will remain?

One stretch of the Highline has been completed as part of the Coal Drops Yard development, involving a bridge across the Regent’s canal from the Camley Street nature reserve that transforms into a landscaped walkway popular with office workers and tourists.

even if the full Camden Town to King's Cross plan is defunct?

Ride into the danger zone

May. 14th, 2026 12:39 pm
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[personal profile] rmc28

I'm off this evening to watch Top Gun 40th anniversary screening in the local IMAX. This is probably the very definition of a problematic fave, even before you get into Tom Cruise's cult membership. But also I watched this film for the first time on my twelfth birthday, on a coach trip with school, and will probably never not love it. I think I've seen it once in the cinema, the summer Armageddon came out[1] and our local cinema did a Bruckheimer retrospective[2] leading up to it - that's when I learned I knew every line.

I probably still know every line, there's a couple of friends where we'll casually greet each other quoting the film, or throw lines back and forth in a conversation. Regrettably both of them were unavailable to come see the film with me, but I'll be thinking of them too, as well as the planes.

I'm wearing my Svaha rainbows+planes dress with a very faded Top Gun hoodie I found in a charity shop some years ago.

[1] 1998, huh. I'd mentally assumed one friend was there for this set of films but we hadn't met yet, and bonded over them later. But that summer had a lot of meaningful stuff going on for me and my friendships, it's when I shifted my career ideas from "scientist" to "software", and of course there was DWCon too. Gosh this is even more nostalgic a post than I'd expected.

[2] Beverley Hills Cop, Top Gun, Bad Boys, [one or both of The Rock, Con Air] and then Armageddon on release week. Honestly that was a great summer programme.

Heh

May. 14th, 2026 01:20 am
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[personal profile] ysobel
So I've been watching the Poirot that aired on PBS back in the 90s, with David Suchetand I'm watching this one episode, and one of the characters looks familiar.

Now I'm not always great at placing actors, and I'm not super good at remembering names. But some people have distinctive... well in this case, a combination of ears and nose and way of moving his mouth. And I say to myself, either that is Christopher Eccleston, about ten years younger than Ninth Doctor, or it's someone very much a lookalike.

(It was CE, per credits. Ten points!)

Now you've seen everything...

May. 13th, 2026 10:49 pm
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[personal profile] daryl_wor
 A photo of the known Universe...


The Hubble Extreme Deep Field contains 5,500 galaxies, including some that go back as far as 13.2 billion years in time.
NASA, ESA, G. Illingworth, D. Magee, and P. Oesch (University of California, Santa Cruz), R. Bouwens (Leiden University), and the HUDF09 Team

more bystanding

May. 13th, 2026 09:14 pm
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[personal profile] daryl_wor
 someone called to ask about a cancelled appointment and she sounded like she heard me with the long covid problem, but behaved like someone ELSE would take care of it, of course... sigh.... too bad... :/

N things make a post

May. 13th, 2026 06:19 pm
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There was a book & plant sale near my work today. I went to check it out as a break, not expecting to find anything, but I was mistaken: I found something I wanted after all, a thin not-a-book called Douglas Adams’ London, which is a folding map of London with 42 locations relevant to Douglas Adams’ life, with information about each on the back, plus a postcard with a picture of the Babel fish.
(I ignored the plants: they were species more for folks with yards, plus there’s a plant and seed swap next week in the same space.)

Market Basket has failed me twice recently. Apparently, they no longer carry wooden matches, only matchbooks with the flimsy cardboard ones, which I dislike. I’m not so near to being out of them, though, so I should be able to find another place that carries them (I’ll check the local hardware store first.) And after a couple of shopping trips without 5-lb bags of regular onions (ie not Vidalia), I asked a worker in the produce section, and apparently now while 2-lb bags of yellow onions are available year round, 5-lb bags of onions are a seasonal item? I do not understand this; I use onions throughout the year at approximately the same levels. (Of course the smaller bags cost more per pound.)

Thanks to [personal profile] conuly, I now know that some gifted people can make dumplings in the shape of goldfish. I aspire to be half as talented at dumplings. (Though I now have a dumpling cookbook from the [personal profile] minoanmiss collection, so perhaps there’s some chance of achieving this goal.)

I got notification at work that there’s yet another thing I have to do as part of $BasicJobTask, which has been getting progressively more onerous since they introduced the new app late last year. It’s frustrating how much slower it all is, and it feels like each month, there’s a new restriction or added requirement. I wouldn’t mind it nearly as much if there were one big set of changes; instead it’s the dribs and drabs of change that I find out when something gets rejected despite being correct for all the previously known constraints. This month I started tracking tasks done (not time taken, however), and somehow that’s just enough gamification that I’m getting through it all despite my annoyance.

Last week’s achievement: getting the bathroom sink back to full functionality. I hadn’t realized there’s a filter in the faucet that can get wholly blocked. Oops.

happy 20th spotify

May. 13th, 2026 06:59 pm
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[personal profile] lavenderhaze
First Day: October 29, 2015
Total # Songs Listened: 5,456
First Stream: Landscape - Demo - Florence + the Machine
Most Streamed Artist: Florence + the Machine (9,578 minutes)

Your All-Time Top Songs (I'm listing the top 53 out of the 120 on the playlist):

01. Future Starts Slow - The Kills [the clear winner at 184 listens]
02. Counting Stars - OneRepublic [a clear second at 156 listens]
03. Under Pressure - Queen and David Bowie [a respectable third at 138 listens]
04. Infinity - The xx [126]
05. Like A Prayer - Madonna [117]
and the rest )

TBH, most of this does not surprise me at all.
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[personal profile] jesse_the_k

This is our song for me and MyGuy. When we met in 1977, we both lived right on Lake Mendota. We walked everywhere — fortunately, Madison is a lovely city for strolling.

Listen on YouTube or stream it here )

The cool thing is we actually did talk about all the things in these lyrics

Wouldn’t it be nice to walk together
Baring our souls while wearing out the leather
We could talk shop, harmonize a song
Wouldn’t it be nice to walk along

I’ll show you houses of architectural renown
Some are still standing, some have fallen down
Farm houses buried under Canada’s snow
Spanish villas on the Boulevards of Mexico

And I’ll learn to tell the ash from the oak
And if you don’t know I won’t make no joke
We’ll climb to the top to view the world from above
Or carve our initials in the trunk like teenagers in love

And when we get hungry we’ll stop to eat
Gotta think of our stomachs and rest our feet
If we get thirsty we’ll have a drink or two
In a mountain top bar with a mountain top view

And when we get tired we’ll stop to rest
And if you still want to talk you can bare your breast
If it’s Winter and cold we’ll take a rooming-house room
If it’s Summer and warm we’ll sleep under the moon

And we’ll talk about the sports we played
‘Bout the time you got busted or the time I got laid
We’ll talk blood and how we were bred
Talk about the folks both living and dead

This song like this walk I find hard to end
Be my lover or be my friend
In sneakers or boots or regulation shoes
Walking beside you I’ll never get the walking blues.

https://www.mcgarrigles.com/music/dancer-with-bruised-knees/walking-song

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May. 13th, 2026 05:17 pm
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[personal profile] maju
I've been procrastinating on finding a dentist, but a tooth on the lower left of my mouth has been intermittently slightly achy for a few days (it's such a slight ache that it's easy to forget about it most of the time) so I have been propelled into doing some minimal research. I.e. I asked my daughter what dentist they use and then went to his website and filled in the online contact form. Unfortunately, like everything else here and unlike many things at my old house, this dentist is slightly too far away at 2 ½ miles to be easy walking distance, but at least it won't be twenty minutes in the car.

I also asked her about where they get their car serviced and she told me they've been using a place in Fairfield, about 20 minutes away, but have recently been recommended a place much closer (just under 4 miles away) which turns out to be the place where I had my emissions test done before transferring my car registration, so after I've dealt with the dentist I'll see about getting the car serviced there.

My teeth and my car have been on my mind along with my hearing, so it will be good to have all these appointments set up. The final thing will be my eyes, but that's not high on the list right now because my eyes don't change much from year to year and I just got new glasses just over 6 months ago.

On a completely different note, earlier I went outside to empty some food scraps into the compost bin and Aria came running over to tell me she'd been sitting in their car and to beg me to join her. So I went and sat in the car with her and she proceeded to point out all the amazing and wonderful features of the car: *two* glove boxes, two hidden compartments in the centre console, a TV screen, a glasses case above the rear view mirror, a sun roof *and* a moon roof, and so on. According to her, it's the most amazing car in the whole world and everybody wants one the same. (It's a 2011 Toyota Sienna minivan.)

So sleeeeeepy

May. 13th, 2026 04:01 pm
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Another walk, this time partly in rainI slept badly last night for no particular reason, just woke up at 3:30, managed to doze for a while, but was basically awake from 4:30 on. Bah.

Breakfast this morning was the sauteed veggies again, yay, but our host Elena says she'll make pancakes tomorrow morning. A day or two ago she gave us some pre-made maple(-flavoured?) pancakes from Marks&Spencer, which were fine I guess but certainly didn't feel nourishing; but now she's saying she's going to make pancakes with the bananas that are starting to go spotty brown on the sideboard. I am curious to see what they'll be like...

Today the forecast was for intermittent rain, possibly heavy at times, with a fairly strong wind from the northwest. So we decided to do a walk along the west coast, going from north to south so the wind would be at our backs. We caught a bus to our starting point, L'Etacq, about two-thirds of the way up the west coast (our big walk two days ago started at the northwest tip of the island). The bus ride there was almost an hour; taking the bus incidentally also gives us informal tours around! Also, this bus runs northward up the coast, the same route we planned to walk southward down, meaning that we could pretty easily bail out and catch it to go home at any point if we wanted to; worst-case scenario we'd have to wait an hour for the next one, but we wouldn't have to walk far to get to a stop.

There were ominously dark clouds approaching, so as soon as we got off the bus at its northernmost terminus we put on our rain gear: rain jackets and pants (and gaiters for me, because the rain pants I got in Wales last year are slightly too short and dump rain into my boots otherwise), and rain covers on our packs. This time I have a proper pack cover, unlike last year when I had to carefully dry out my passport and a lot of paper currency post-drenching.

I had downloaded a GPS track again, but we hardly needed it, since all we had to do was keep the ocean close on our right. It was about 11 am and the tide was out, although just beginning to start in again, so we went down onto the currently enormously wide beach and walked along it. It was VERY windy, enough to make me wobble on my feet a few times, and I had to put my wool hat on not only to keep my ears from freezing but also to keep my hair out of my eyes; I didn't think to bring any kind of headband on this trip. But thankfully the wind was indeed at our backs, shoving us along! And it did indeed start to rain after ten or fifteen minutes -- not a heavy downpour, but stinging painfully on my face whenever I turned to look to the side, because the wind was so fierce. Rain gear happily doubles as excellent windbreaking gear; thermal layers under it are definitely nice too.

The beach sand was hard-packed enough that walking wasn't difficult, and the views were hazed but dramatic, clouds and waves breaking on rocks and the vast curve of the bay; that whole coastline looks like a closing parenthesis. There are occasional eighteenth- and nineteenth-century towers and other structures, and also frequent German bunkers; the whole coast was heavily fortified against an expected British assault.

One of the buildings we passed was a small, mostly white-painted old stone house with a few windows and absolutely no indication of mod cons after about 1880; a sign outside indicated that (like the Seymour Tower we walked to across the seabed on our first real day here) it can be rented for overnight stays. However, your £400 rental fee doesn't buy you beds or toilets: https://www.nationaltrust.je/stay-hire/properties-for-hire/le-don-hilton/

(Again, we were walking at low tide, across a beach that was maybe seventy meters wide at that time; Geoff will doubtless post some pictures soon. If you want to see what high tide can look like there, go to the page I just linked, click "view all photos," and look for the one with crashing waves! All the coastal walks come with big warnings about not getting trapped by the incoming tide. Trudie, who led our Seymour Tower walk, told us about the rule of twelves: in the first hour the tide is coming in, a twelfth of it comes in; in the second hour, two twelfths, in the third hour, three twelfths; and then back down three, two, one over the next three hours. Which means that if you notice the tide starting to come in, calculate how fast it's moving, and from there assume you know how much time you have before you're cut off, trapped, and drowned, no you do not; it's soon going to be coming in two and three times as fast as you're currently allowing for.)

We also passed a handful of seaside cafes, ranging from fairly swanky restaurants to parked vans; about half of them were actually open. I stopped in to one of the swankier ones to pretend to consult their menu but really just to use their bathroom 😈. We also saw two intrepid and possibly utterly mad people going into the surf, I assume to in fact surf although they were a little too far away for me to see surfboards. We lost sight of them as soon as they went into the water, so I hope they managed all right! Other than them, it was far too rainy and windy for anyone to be on the beach.

After an hour or so the rain stopped and the sky largely cleared (it was still windy, so the clouds were moving at a good clip!); we took off our rain gear and enjoyed the amazing unhazed views. And after about three hours in all we reached our endpoint, the La Courbière lighthouse at the island's southwest tip. Well, not the lighthouse itself; the tide had by now come in enough that the causeway that connects the lighthouse's rocky perch to the mainland was underwater. But the ice cream van parked at the top of the causeway was also worth visiting!

Ice cream consumed, we walked a little further up the road to where a bus home was due in ten minutes. Perfect timing.

What with having slept badly and then a three-hour hike, I was getting really groggy and sleepy on the bus! We pondered stopping for coffee on our way home from the main bus station, and wandered through the pedestrianized shopping areas eyeing various cafes, but weren't really feeling coffee. We did, however, split a very acceptable cinnamon roll from Marks & Spencer's food hall.

Also we realized that we had wandered pretty near a restaurant that Elena, our host, had recommended to us. She's Latvian, and her daughter married a Kenyan man, and they've recently opened this Kenyan restaurant here! So we went by to check it out; it was about 4:00 pm at that point, and the restaurant was closed for the gap between lunch and dinner, but we admired the menu posted outside, and then through the glass door I saw a woman with a child I recognized as Elena's granddaughter, who was here the other day while we were having breakfast. The woman saw me seeing them and came to the door to ask if we needed anything, and I said "Are you Elena's daughter?" and of course she was, and we made a dinner reservation for six pm. before finally heading back to the guesthouse.

Having collapsed for a while, showered, and collapsed for another while, I was pretty stiff when it was time to slog out again to dinner. But it was worth it! We split an appetizer of "Swahili-style" potato croquettes stuffed with minced beef, with a cloud of parmesan shreds on top and tomato salsa on the side, which were excellent. Then I had grilled cod, which came with various veggies in a pool of a smoky tomato sauce surrounded by a hot green herby sauce, and ugali on the side; Geoff had a goat coconut-milk curry and a tomato and cucumber salad dressed with the same hot green herby sauce. Everything was delicious, although I would like goat more if it weren't always so bony. Then for dessert we split a fantastic hot chewy chocolate brownie and vanilla ice cream, which probably isn't particularly Kenyan except in the sense that Kenyans know a good dessert when they see one 🤤 Oh, and we also shared a Kenyan lager called Tusker, which was very good. The waitress told us that if we ever ordered beer in Kenya it would be served warm unless we specified we wanted it cold, but I don't remember how she taught us to ask for it cold.

And it didn't rain on us either going to or coming back from dinner, hurrah!

Tomorrow is forecast to be "rather cloudy with showers, perhaps heavy or prolonged." Thanks for the specificity, folks. We're planning on going to the Jersey Zoo, which is run by the Durrell Wildlife Conservation Trust, of which Geoff is a big fan. ("He was one of my boyhood heroes," he says.) That should give us a fair number of indoor things to see, so we're not outside getting rained on all day. But first I'm going to take a sleep aid tonight, and we'll probably take it easy tomorrow. On top of three hours of actual hiking today, Geoff reminded me that we did more than an hour of just going back and forth through town.


For now, we are curled up in our warm room, blogging. And as soon as I post this, it's time to relax with a Heated Rivalry story 🏒🍆😍
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What I read

Finished Platform Decay

Read Jonathan Coe, Bournville (2022), which was a Kobo deal, and I have been vaguely interested in reading something by him since coming across his really rather good intro to that archetypal Sad Girl Novel, Dusty Answer. However, was rather meh and tempted at points to give up on this family saga from VE Day to Covid told as vignettes at various Memorable Dates in History of C20th Britain.

There was a certain amount of picking things up and reading a bit and thinking, no, at least, not now, if ever.

Re-read Sally Smith, A Case of Life and Limb (The Trials of Gabriel Ward, #2) (2025), as there is another one forthcoming shortly.

Kobo deals turned up a new Simon R Green, For Better or Murder (Holy Terrors Mystery #4), alas, this was pretty much phoning it in.

Muriel Spark, The Hothouse by the East River (1973), which is a very very weird novella, absurdist, grotesque, is it about something that happened when they were working for Secret Organisation with German POWs in War and is that why the unheimlich frisson (turns out, no).

After that I just wanted the perhaps too simple and predictable pleasures of Robert B Parker, Silent Night (Spenser #41.5) (2013, unfinished at his death, completed by his agent Helen Brann).

On the go

Persuasion, which I began somewhat behindhand of the daily chapter group read on bluesky.

Up next

Well, there's that new Literary Review, but apart from that.

Am being irked by certain writers whose new ebooks are pretty 2x or more what they used to be. (I might have gone for this I suppose had I not been a bit underwhelmed by some recent offerings.)

Pretty goldfish shaped dumplings!

May. 15th, 2026 02:58 pm
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May. 13th, 2026 09:40 am
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Happy birthday, [personal profile] caulkhead!

trying to organise a weekend away

May. 13th, 2026 04:51 pm
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I'm trying to organise a weekend away, first weekend in June. Only had the idea last week, sent an email out, got about a half-dozen interested people, but the price of accomodation is going to be the sticking point.

Just sent out another email to check budgets, will have to wait to hear back. I'm pretty sure at least two women, and at least one couple will come - their finances are reasonably in order. The others... I'm not sure.

Oh well, if it all collapses, I could drag a couple of friends out maybe. Just do a day trip on the Saturday instead maybe.
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Butter by Asako Yuzuki, trans. Polly Barton: [personal profile] osprey_archer wrote in glowing terms about this book, and then just recently, a copy jumped out at me from a library shelf - so really, what was I supposed to do? It's about a journalist, Rika Machida, who gets in over her head while covering a sensational story about convicted female serial killer Manako Kajii, who is claimed to have lured in her victims through marriage-oriented dating apps, seduced them with her cooking skills, milked them to fund her luxury lifestyle and then callously disposed of them. The most controversial thing about the case, far more viscerally appalling to the public than the lives lost and ruined, is the fact that Kajii is fat. The idea that a fat woman could convince multiple men to want her so badly that they'd shower her in money and finery has people bemused at the absolute best and frothing with hateful rage at the worst.

Did Kajii really commit the murders? This novel doesn't give a fuck! The true-crime-journalism angle is mere set dressing for what is actually a passionate story about female hunger in a society where misogyny, rampant body shaming and a general pressure to conform make it taboo for women to actually want almost anything at all. It is fluffy and heartwarming in places, horribly dark in others, and slathered all over with vivid, sensuous descriptions of food. Everything revolves around Rika's dangerous growing closeness to Kajii, and the corresponding distance opening up between her and her best friend, Reiko; both relationships are characterised by obsessiveness, insecurity and unexpressed yearning, with strong homoerotic undercurrents. (These are not just wishful thinking on my part; I know Japanese homosocial norms are different from Western, but Yuzuki herself is explicit, if inconclusive, about the fact that lines are being at the very least toed right up to.) I am a fairly fast reader - partly because suspense is not my friend (I need to know what happens, damn it!) and partly because I so enjoy the dopamine hit of successfully crossing a task off my mental to-do list - and this is the first time in ages that a first-time read has had me regretting this about myself, because I really would have liked to luxuriate for longer in the deliciousness and complex psychological honesty of these pages.

On the other hand... [cut for candid and personal weight/fatphobia talk] )

Above disclaimer (tldr; big trigger warning for ED sufferers) notwithstanding, this might be my favourite thing I've read this year so far.

Deadloch season 2: This was good telly, but compared to the flawless first season, I feel disappointed. Detectives Eddie and Dulcie, along with Dulcie's civilian wife Cath, have gone caravanning up to the Northern Territory to investigate the possible murder of Eddie's previous detective partner. Instead, they get embroiled in a completely different murder case, involving the deceased owner of one of the town's two competing crocodile tour companies whose body has started washing up in pieces along the river. The formula is the same as last season: it's crime/black comedy with a sharp eye for misogyny and a major subplot focusing on queer relationships. The ongoing workings-out of Cath and Dulcie's marital issues were my very favourite thing this season, followed closely by Eddie's exploration of her/their newly discovered queerness, conducted in the most maximally brash, eccentric, Eddie-ish way possible. Fantastic stuff. Unfortunately, the main plot largely did not work for me this time.

Part of my annoyance is with the cultural depiction of Australia. Last season took a very nuanced and diverse view of small-town Tasmanian society, which rang true even (maybe especially) at its most satirical; this season, the supporting cast was dominated by exhaustingly loud Top End bogans whose portrayal imo tipped a bit over the caricature line. The Kates are southeasterners (and to be fair, so am I) so I guess it makes sense that they have less of a wealth of experience to draw on for their portrayal of the NT, but...idk, I'm not even saying those kinds of people don't exist, I'm just saying they're not ALL that exists up there, and I would have really liked a bit less screentime chewed up by making fun of them. Not least because they are exhaustingly loud. Eddie's antics were funny when Eddie was the clown to everyone else's straight man; once the other clowns all trooped in, and it was just a big crowd of clowns trying to out-clown each other, it stopped being enjoyable to watch.

The other annoying part was the murder mystery itself, which lacked all the sharp, twisty urgency of the previous one. I spent so much of last season compulsively trying to guess who the culprit was, feeling tantalisingly close to putting the pieces together, only to have all my conclusions thoroughly (and pleasurably) swept away by the finale. This time it took me the whole first half of the season to even start caring whodunnit, and by the time I did start caring, the rough shape of the answer was obvious; the twists thrown in at the end to try and make it more of a surprise felt cheap and tacked on. And CONVOLUTED. Holy fuck, the finale was convoluted. Too many threads tied in too loose a knot, with most of them completely unnecessary to the actual structure of the rope.

So I'm not sorry for the time I spent watching it, and I'm very happy with how things worked out for the main characters, but I'm also not sorry it ended in a way that seems to preclude any further sequels. I would like to keep my memories of the absolute pristine perfection that was season one as untainted by later missteps as possible, so here is definitely the place to stop.

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May. 12th, 2026 08:30 pm
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It's insane how "money doesn't buy happiness" is literally a lie. I stopped feeling suicidal when I got my paycheck last week. So far working 40hr weeks hasn't been so bad and having $[redacted] before next paycheck is nice. I still need to buy new shoes and order stickers before the con, though....

The meetup on Friday went well. My sister drove me and took another IRL, however I probably won't come back to Carrollton for awhile because it's an hour away. That's when I learned this where a lot of Asian immigrants live, because at the restaurant's location every store and restaurant around it was Korean, Japanese, Chinese, Vietnamese, etc. The meetup started at 7PM but we arrived at 6PM, so we went to Hmart which was a grocery store and mini mall. As soon as I walked in it smelled like fresh seafood! Got gelato at a local shop there. Unfortunately I was in a rush, so I just got some discounted sushi and random packs of ramen. One sucked, another was okay, the third is something that was sold at the nearby Kroger before it closed down. It'll make a filling breakfast.

The actual restaurant the meetup took place at was decent, but I regret getting the ramen. The broth had a "funky" taste so I ate the noodles and beef. By then I was too full to finish my sushi, so I took it to go... and ate it on the way home. Womp womp. I added two of the people I talked to there on Telegram, but I don't... really know what to say in DMs even though they have permission to message me. Le sigh.

I have a gyno appointment tomorrow... I don't really know how well it'll go. It's just an intake and I'll probably get bloodwork if it isn't expensive, maybe go on birth control, and possibly ask if I can take Wegovy or something for weight loss. I haven't been to a doctor in 5 years because of how bad they are, but PMS has been really messing me up and I feel stupid for waiting months before my 34th birthday to do something about it.

I'm also kind of pissed because I bit the bullet and installed mobile Clip Studio Paint on my tablet. It took zero time to get used to and was comfortable to use, even though my brushes aren't in the cloud. I wanted to stick to Krita because it has a subscription format, but I'm trying a 3 month trial for now. I might just become a paypig for it and do it. Not sure if I should bother transferring all my Dawner brushes onto it.
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My laundry has been put in the wash, and I have Swedish Fish to fortify me. Time for more FFT!

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News I can use

May. 12th, 2026 06:37 pm
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A paper in The Lancet announces that the new name for PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome) is now PMOS (polyendocrine metabolic ovarian syndrome). As a person with that condition, I guess I'd better start working on training myself to use the new acronym.

I agree it's a change that's needed; even when I was diagnosed almost 20 years ago, it was known that plenty of people who met the diagnostic criteria didn't have ovarian cysts.

a somewhat less ambitious day

May. 12th, 2026 07:13 pm
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a less physically but more emotionally exhausting dayWe started the day with a non-overwhelming breakfast! Just a bunch of veggies sauteed up together, no eggs no bacon no beans no toast (but yes coffee, and her coffee could punch Superman through a wall). We were delighted! Also, when we asked where we could find a laundromat to wash some clothes, she let us use her machine. So Geoff put a load through and hung it to dry before we left for the day; I had surreptitiously been doing some sink laundry and also I don't sweat the way he does, but I too am glad to have been able to properly wash some things. (Still gotta sink-wash a bra this evening, though; I've had too many destroyed by machines to trust one I don't know.)

Then we headed out to the bus station to catch a bus to the Hamptonne Country Life Museum https://www.jerseyheritage.org/visit/places-to-visit/hamptonne-country-life-museum/ . This was one of the things I specifically wanted to see while we're here, but sadly I was a bit disappointed. There was no living-history reenactor guide working today (the guy at the entry selling tickets said she would have been there but she had to go to a funeral, so I'm not going to complain), and the guide who took us around spent more time talking about what it was like to work there, and less about what it would have been like to live there in the various eras it represented (13th, 17th, and 19th centuries), than I was hoping for. (Honestly, a good episode of Historical Farm would have given me more -- thanks for putting me on to that show, [personal profile] dorinda!) Still, it was interesting to poke around and look at things, and Geoff enjoyed it more than I did, which was good because I was the one who really wanted to go and if he'd been really disappointed I'd probably have felt guilty.

We did see a nineteenth-century apple crusher (which I immediately recognized thanks to Historical Farms!) and got to taste some of the cider they produce there. It was just fermented juice, no added sugar or rum or any of the other things that might be added to improve the taste, and it was like drinking paint thinner, I couldn't even finish my small cup. The guide said it was probably about 5% alcohol, but it felt stronger. So maybe it's a good thing I couldn't finish it!

Interestingly, the average age of the people visiting the museum seemed to hover around 70 that day. "School must be in session," I said to myself.

We finished up in the cafe, where we split an unexciting packaged sausage roll and a jacket potato with tuna mayo and sweetcorn. I don't know if the potato was a local Jersey potato, but it at least was very good! This whole concept of baked potatoes with stuff on them was something entirely unknown to me until a visit to Edinburgh years ago, when we got a number of out-and-about meals from a jacket potato shop that would put any of dozens of salads or sauces or meats or whatnots on them; I remember having to work hard to keep them from also plopping a giant knob of butter inside the potato as a matter of course. I mean, a buttered baked potato is delicious, but if you're topping your potato with a tomato-cucumber salad tossed in a vinaigrette, two tablespoons of butter really does not improve the experience. Anyway, I always think of that place when I have a jacket potato topped with something unusual to me, such as, for instance, tuna mayo with sweetcorn.

The bus we took to the museum was the same line we took home yesterday afternoon and it had the electronic announcement screen, but it wasn't on so I had to track us with my phone again to know when to get off. Ah, well. We had a nice five-minute walk through houses and farms from the bus stop to the museum site, and when we left to go back to the bus stop, the guy in the ticket office told us that if, once we got to the street the bus ran down, we went the other way from the bus stop we would come to an interesting old dovecote. We did walk that way for a bit, but didn't see anything promising, so we turned around and went up to the bus stop.

Rather than taking it all the way back into the capital city, though, we went only three stops (again tracking progress on my phone, for lack of any non-tech way to know where we were or which stop was ours), got off, and walked about fifteen minutes through more houses and potato fields and mildly wooded areas to get to the Jersey War Tunnels https://www.jerseywartunnels.com/.

The occupying German armed forces had this big tunnel complex built, largely but not entirely by forced labor and slave labor, originally as an ammunition store and barracks, later as a potential hospital in case of an Allied assault on the island(s). Now it's been turned into a really excellent museum of the occupation. When we bought our admission tickets we were also given replica ID cards, establishing each of us as an actual Jerseyite whose story we could discover as we went through the exhibits. (I was given the identity of a middle-aged Jewish woman who, when she was arrested a few years into the occupation, managed to escape her guards and flee to someone who hid her until the war ended.)

We made our way through the tunnels, each of which has been set up as a gallery documenting a different aspect of the occupation or part of the war, in chronological order: from the first decision that the islands wouldn't be defended, to the arrival of the Nazi forces, the gradual tightening of restrictions and rations, various people's attempts at resistance, escape, and sometimes collaboration, the arrival of a Red Cross aid ship just as the food situation got desperate, the experience of watching D-Day (remember, you can see France from here!) while still not being freed and while the local German commander was maintaining he would hold fast, until the final surrender and the arrival of the UK troops who raised the Union Jack again, as we saw reenacted a few days ago.

One particularly effective device was life-size human figures with video screens for their heads showing recordings of actors, so that you could imagine actually meeting and talking to the person who was depicted speaking to you. Here's a German soldier, fluent in English, who has bought your child an ice cream; do you let your child take it? Here's another who wants to hire you to do his washing, and you need money desperately; do you take the job? Here's a farm woman talking about food rationing, and how lucky her family is to have some livestock and chickens -- but of course the German authorities closely watch everything, including recording every piglet born, and god help you if you're caught hiding one. Here's a starving Russian slave worker who has escaped his barracks and stolen some carrots from your field; what do you do?

One informational signboard talked about collaborators, including women who went with German soldiers. It did acknowledge that, aside from the fact that the soldiers might be young, handsome, and -- at least in the early years -- friendly and congenial, being friendly with them might also mean extra food and security for the woman (and her family), but no explicit link was drawn between that signboard (which also explained the derogatory term "jerrybags" for such women) and a later one that told the story of a young woman who was "assaulted" (details unspecified but clearly sexual) by a German soldier while she was serving him in a restaurant, slapped him, and was promptly shipped to a German prison camp, where she died. Nor was a comparison made between "jerrybags" and the local workers who took jobs with the occupying forces to help build the tunnel complex. It all reminded me of the way that women's sexual purity so often stands in for and symbolizes all kinds of morality. Why is a woman who accedes to a soldier's demands and blandishments more of a collaborator than a man who takes a job furthering the enemy's projects?

On another note: as we approached the end of the war, plaques on the wall announced various milestones. I was surprised at the strength of my desire to spit upon seeing the one marking Hitler's suicide.

Anyway, the whole thing was A Lot, and very well done.

Eventually we emerged from underground and caught the bus home again. Once again we stopped on our way home from the bus station for an early dinner, rather than go home and then have to leave again; we found a nice sort of Spanish-Asian fusion place on one of the squares we walked through that had pleasant outdoor seating. (For COVID-cautious reasons we prefer to eat outside when we can; we're also masking on the buses and in other indoor public spaces. We haven't seen a single other person masking, but no one seems to give us the stink-eye about it, except possibly for one person on the bus the other day who seemed not to want to sit next to me.) Geoff had delicious lasagna that came with yet more delicious chips, and I, having not yet had any seafood other than some salmon at the arts centre cafe, had a sizzling plate of scallops and veggies in a vaguely oyster-sauce kind of sauce? Also a nice big glass of merlot, and Geoff had a pint of a Spanish beer called Madri, which he liked but I did not care for. And then back to the guesthouse and blogging!

One thing that has both startled and amused me is that several people (including the ticket guy at the Hamptonne museum), on hearing that we're planning to go from Jersey to spend ten days in Guernsey, have reacted with "Ten days on Guernsey?" in a very what-the-hell-would-you-do-that-for? tone of voice. I'm assuming that this is an expression of inter-island rivalry and not a real indication that we'll be bored out of our minds 😂 I mean, we did accumulate a list of things we might want to see there, and hikes we might want to do, and also we'll probably take a day trip to Herm.

But before then we still have three days here on Jersey to fill! It's likely to rain tomorrow and Thursday, so maybe we won't do another big hike, but we would like to see the Jersey Zoo...but for now, it's oh-so-exciting hand laundry for me, and curling up with some internet.
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Polyendocrine metabolic ovarian syndrome (PMOS), previously named polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS), affects one in eight women. However, the term PCOS is inaccurate, implying pathological ovarian cysts, obscuring diverse endocrine and metabolic features, and contributing to delayed diagnosis, fragmented care, and stigma, while curtailing research and policy framing. Building on an international mandate for change, we outline an unprecedented, rigorous, multistep global consensus process for the name change. Funding and governance were established with engagement of 56 leading academic, clinical, and patient organisations. Using iterative global surveys (with responses from 14 360 people with PCOS and multidisciplinary health professionals from all world regions), modified Delphi methods, nominal group technique workshops, and marketing and implementation analyses, we identified principles prioritising scientific accuracy, clarity, stigma avoidance, cultural appropriateness, and implementation feasibility. An accurate new name was prioritised over retaining the PCOS acronym or a generic name. Implementation approaches prioritised evolution rather than transformation. Preferred terms were polyendocrine, metabolic, and ovarian, reflecting the condition's multisystem pathophysiology, and polyendocrine metabolic ovarian syndrome was the consensus new name. Accuracy was improved by omitting cysts and by capturing endocrine, metabolic, and ovarian dysfunction. A co-designed global implementation strategy, including a transition period, education, and alignment with health systems and disease classification, is under way.

Teede, H. J., Khomami, M. B., Morman, R., Laven, J. S. E., Joham, A. E., Costello, M. F., … Piltonen, T. (n.d.). Polyendocrine metabolic ovarian syndrome, the new name for polycystic ovary syndrome: a multistep global consensus process. The Lancet. doi:10.1016/S0140-6736(26)00717-8

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(Mix and shake that metaphor and pour it over ice and serve it up with a wee paper umbrella!)

Somebody today on Another Site was mourning the Old Days on LJ which made me think of:

All the various Old Days in my life on and offline which were by their nature transient -

- but that transient didn't mean that they didn't have lasting effects/influence.

(I will spare dr rdrz accounts of various short-lived initiatives I encountered among the archives and in the course of Mi Researchez which nonetheless echoed down the years.)

Also that even had things not fallen out the way things did with LJ (hiss, boo, etc) by now it would almost certainly not be the same experience as it was in the 00s - people would have come, people would have gone, our interests and energies would have changed....

So we would probably be nostalgically regetting the glory days before [whenever].

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May. 12th, 2026 01:01 pm
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Yesterday I was feeling as if I was coming down with something (on top of being tired from lack of sleep); my throat was slightly sore and I just felt unwell. I slept well last night and feel much better today but still slightly congested so I guess I was actually coming down with something. Violet and Eden had both had respiratory things at the end of last week so I was pretty much expecting it to pass to me.

When I first woke up I was still feeling somewhat "off" and also it was fairly cold that early in the morning (for the time of year), so I decided to hold off on going for a walk until mid morning, when the forecast promised it would be fine and sunny. I was tempted to skip exercising, but I thought getting out in the sun might help how I was feeling. I went out around 10:15 and although there was a cold breeze it was lovely and sunny, and I do feel better now. It's actually a perfect spring day, clear and sunny and about 16C/60F.
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The fare is $3. If you commute, you take the bus or train twice a day, five days a week. Every week you spend $30*. You'd have to be caught and ticketed more often than once every five weeks in order to make this math not work out in your favor. And that is never going to happen, because there aren't nearly enough enforcement agents. As it is, the ones we have cost more than they make back. It's all a racket, but you'll notice the buses still aren't free because Albany is still in control of the MTA.

* I'm making a few assumptions here, first, that you're not sharing the same card among several family members with staggered schedules; once you spend $35 in a week on the same card, subsequent trips are free. Also, this is the full fare for most buses and trains, but not for the express bus.

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May. 12th, 2026 04:41 pm
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Another fun one from [personal profile] maevedarcy for [community profile] 3weeks4dreamwidth!

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