I guess on the plus side, yay I'm really excited to read a book? 😅
I guess on the plus side, yay I'm really excited to read a book? 😅
A song that reminds you of somebody:
When I first came to Chicago in 1981, I stayed with one of the friends I'd made when I attended Suncon, the 1977 world science fiction convention, and my very first convention. His name was Ed Sunden and he was overwhelming. He was awful and generous, outrageous and brilliant, manipulative and kind, and definitely sui generis. He loved music, and he loved introducing me to New Wave music that was definitely new to me - the Police and Elvis Costello among the groups he loved.
His way of introduction? He would tell me to sit down in the tiny living room of the basement apartment he shared with Joan, the woman who became his wife. Or rather, he would order me to sit down, and then he'd put on an LP, or power up a tape he'd recorded on his music system (primitive by today's standards, but incredibly impressive back in 1981.) Sometimes he'd play the same song twice, to make sure I understood the words.
All these years later, and 25 years after he died, it's Elvis Costello's songs that immediately bring Ed and that dim little apartment singing and shouting back into my mind.
I thought of sharing "Oliver's Army" with you, because it's one of the Costello songs that really hit me when I first heard it. Unfortunately, and despite the fact that Costello wrote the song as an anti-fascist tune, it uses at least two racist slurs that I'm uncomfortable listening to these days. He wrote it after being in Northern Ireland during The Troubles, and the Oliver he sang of was Oliver Cromwell, who invaded and conquered Ireland. British fascists have taken Cromwell as one of their own, so Costello's brutal parodying of fascism and how it sucks working class kids into a losing game in this song is close to perfection in terms of the written word. Still, the racial slurs, parodies though they are, made me nix this tune.
In its place, and most definitely one that still makes me think of Ed, is "Pump It Up." Enjoy, and if you want to know my previous answers, go to Day 17, and it will give you access to all the previous songs.
Challenge #3: Write a love letter to fandom. It might be to fandom in general, to a particular fandom, favourite character, anything at all.
Fandom also had me reading things I never would have encountered otherwise. Not just slash, although that's part of it. Thanks to fandom, I discovered drabbles, my beloved random fact fics, fic in the form of in-universe documents or meta, and a whole host of other things. I found writers who put the pros to shame, fics that made me gasp at the brilliance of their creators. I can safely say that reading fic has been an education, as much in what I should strive for as what not to do.
Composition : Jacques Demy, Michel Legrand, Gilles Rico
Langue : français
Type : comédie musicale
Genre : comédie romantique
1ère sortie : 1967 pour le film, 2025 pour la version scène
Durée : 2h15 avec entracte
Où ? au Lido
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Les chansons étaient très bien interprétées, l'utilisation du décor modulable impressionnante, les danses et les acrobaties époustouflantes. Sans être aussi fan que le reste de ma famille j'ai beaucoup apprécié l'expérience. Et puis on ne va pas se mentir : le vrai bonheur c'est d'avoir vu ma petite sœur vivre sa meilleure vie cet après-midi ♥ apparemment la grande et les petites nièces sont ravies aussi ?
What can I say about The Young Girls from Rochefort that hasn't already been told..? other than, the film was already an impressive musical ; putting it on a theatre scene is incredible too? and for spectacle's sake we'll forgive the creepy vibes of relationships that aged badly?
Patients were mostly nice though. And we got great news mid day in the form of an email asking if we wanted to do the same thing we did last year for MLK. Technically, we're closed, but because the sites are open, they asked for a few volunteers to work that day. You get time and a half, plus 8 hours of PTO put into your bank. 1. I can always make use of the money. 2. I can damn sure use the extra PTO! I'm going to be cutting it close for the cruise, but an extra day will loosen thing up just a touch. And it'll mean that in 4 weeks when I get that PTO, I can book out both of the Mondays I need. They're harder to get, so I want to do them first up. Then, I'll fill in the rest as we go. I hit reply on that email SO fast, and now I'm scheduled for 10hr that day.
Still feeling like ass today. Coughing, sneezing and congested. I am not enjoying this cold or whatever the fuck it is. It's tested negative for everything. I tried to get an appt last night to just touch base with the doctor, but she never showed up. I sat in the virtual meeting room for 45 min, and no doctor. I'm a little pissed about that. I'm going to call during my break and see what the fuck happened, and ask if my doctor can prescribe something for the nighttime cough. I'm tired of not sleeping.
Wow, the blue/green dress took that poll in a landslide victory! I have one more dress coming, but I think it'll be tough for it to top how flattering the green dress is on me. I'll put up another poll when it gets here, or at least a picture. I had kind of wanted a longer dress, but if I put on some nice tights, It'll look good. Plus, no pile of alterations! Thank you all for voting. (The Black dress will probably be coming on the cruise too for the gala night, so It'll get it's chance to shine.)
I'm debating on dining for the cruise. As part of the Have It All package, Jess and I got free dining credits to the specialty dining. The Morimoto pop up isn't part of the package, so we've got two specialty dining credits banging around. I'm tempted to book something else, but I don't know which one, and on which night. I kind of want to start and finish in Club Orange, which is the special dining room for suite passengers. Which leaves four nights we could do it. First sea night on Sunday, Tuesday in Skagway, Thursday in Ketchikan. Or, I could do it on our last sea night if I wanted to finish with a specialty.
As far as the cuisine, there's the steakhouse, or there's the French restaurant or there's the Asian fusion. Steakhouse would probably be better for everyone, but I also love French Food. I probably would skip the Asian, as we're doing Morimoto on Wednesday. I will think on this and look at menus.
Today is sure to be another busy day at work. We'll see if my voice holds out! For now, time to consider getting ready for work. Everyone have the very best Tuesday!
But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart. … And Jesus increased in wisdom and in stature and in favor with God and man. (Luke 2:19, 52)
What next? The rest of Jesus’ childhood seems to have been pretty quiet, with the exception of one trip to Jerusalem (see Luke 2:41-52). Jesus would have learned the things any child learns: how to care for His own needs, how to do chores and help around the house. Mary probably taught Him to cook (see John 21:9-13). He would have learned to make friends in the neighborhood. Jesus probably went to school and learned to read the Hebrew Scriptures. And of course Joseph would have taught Him the work of a carpenter (see Mark 6:3).
I’m glad for the quiet years, because Jesus’ family could use some time to be at peace. We know Mary thought about the events around her Son’s birth; no doubt she told Jesus the stories of the angels and the wise men. Both Mary and Joseph would have looked ahead to Jesus’ future, trying to understand God’s plan—and to prepare Him as best they could for what was to come. For they knew Jesus was the Messiah, and He would save God’s people from the power of sin and evil. And if they understood the Scriptures clearly, they would have seen the troubling prophecies about His suffering, death, and resurrection—for us.
I’m sure they prayed, both for Him and with Him. And they loved Him deeply. It was a good starting point for the One who would love us most deeply of all.
WE PRAY: Dear Lord Jesus, thank You for loving me and becoming my Savior. Amen.
Reflection Questions:
- Does it surprise you that Jesus’ growing-up years were so quiet?
- Why or why not?
- What do you think were the most valuable things He learned during that time? Why?
thoughtfulToday’s challenge is a chance to express your love to fandom, and what better way than a love letter? If you feel really creative, the letter doesn’t have to come from you. You could write as your favourite character, someone completely fictitious or your past or future self - or just as you in this moment.
Write a love letter to fandom. It might be to fandom in general, to a particular fandom, favourite character, anything at all.
Post your answer to today’s challenge in your own space and leave a comment in this post saying you did it.
Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so. Also, feel free to entice engagement by giving us a preview of what your post covers if you wish.
And please do check out the comments for all the awesome participants of the challenge and visit their journals/challenge responses to comment on their posts and cheer them on.
And just as a reminder: this is a low pressure, fun challenge. If you aren't comfortable doing a particular challenge, then don't. We aren't keeping track of who does what.
Fandom: More than just expressing oneself creatively by engaging in one's interests. It is a community or group of communities. This allows for support and interactions over those interests. This varies from fandom to fandom, but this is the core of what the experience should be.
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Though shoot I already had one for Determined and just forgot. OH WELL guess what the other ones are for, haha.
It seems like my posts on LJ aren't visible if you aren't logged-in now, which isn't great. It seems like email notifications are still working though. I mirrored some of my old comms over here the other night:
I haven't really done much clean-up or maintenance on them, except turning off comments on one post in the ladycomm that was covered with spam. They're here at least for now!
The Nostalgia Trap
Growing up, we used a lot of paper. A lot of color pencils and crayons. Our teachers put us through endless drills in cursive handwriting. A neat, legible, and beautiful hand was something to be strived for, something that was prized, and rewarded and shown off.
We had long afternoons to ourselves. We had a loyal band of neighborhood friends. We would have four hour long play sessions. Sometimes, we would listen to entire albums from beginning to end–while doing nothing else. Do you even remember the last time you just listened to music, without it being a soundtrack to some other activity you were doing?
Sometimes, we ache to go back to that time. That time seemed simpler and purer. So much so that we are willing to mutilate memories from our immediate past with sepia and Polaroid filters. Nostalgia is painful, but it is also sweet and powerful.
But here is the thing: nostalgia is a trap. It is not that those times were simpler and purer. We were simpler and purer.
Nostalgia is easy to fall into. And the older you get, the easier it gets. The universe of things you can look back on only increases with time. And it seems so much more pleasant than looking forward, where you only see hopes and dreams and fears and probabilities. It takes conscious effort to not go down that slope, to instead look to the future, and actually create it. And it takes even more effort, and more courage, to objectively compare the past to the present, and face the fact that, yes, indeed, most things are better, and are more likely than not to continue getting better.
Over the last year, I have found myself writing by hand again. Sometimes, it is page after page of straight prose. Sometimes it is phrases and bullet points and underlines and bubbles. Sometimes it is just random senseless doodling. And the reason I have come back to that archaic activity is my LiveScribe pen. I no longer have to worry about losing all that. Something that is naturally analog and free-form is seamlessly brought into the digital world.
We seem to be enveloped by the literature of despair and frustration. Complaints and pessimism always seem to be more profound and erudite when placed next to cheerful optimism. Reject that.
Look forward. Make the future.
Apparently PBS doesn't have int'l broadcast rights, neither can you download things nor use a VPN to bypass (apparently), so once I'm abroad I'll be cut off. :(
That said, I MAY have access to some of the British stuff because I'll be...in Britain.....
Maybe I can finish the 1983 Partners in Crime show then.
* amusingly, both Aunt Tish and V got me the same slipper-socks for Christmas
* pear + green tea perfume was extremely relevant to Thorn's interests, even straight out of the bottle
* got my pill boxes filled for the coming quarter
- started the desk top cleanup for that a little before Just In Time
- did the morning pills first, which always gives me a little grace period to get the evening pills done the subsequent day
- ran out of my joint supplement after the first five weeks were done, but that did allow me to put the first five weeks away and start using them
- Belovedest picked up the missing pills in a very short turn-around, yay
* NYE cat pilling results: Yellface deigned to swallow, finally, after several very polite arguments in favor of spitting the pill out; Mila was too sharp to be pilled
* watched the festivities up at the Space Needle from the comfort of bed, with Belovedest and Thorn and sparkling cider (Belovedest dipped into the Faygo stash also)
* legs still awful
* did not lose the second set of black teardrop beads for the crochet projects
* made an OTC meds order from the usual supplier (Wellspring Meds) despite the sale having expired
- if your household needs industrial quantities of Imodium and you hate blister packs with a passion, consider this vendor: 200 pills in a nice little safety cap bottle, no peeling or shoving required
I don't think I'd have the life I have without you.
That's not hyperbole.
You've been one of the most consistent threads in my life, even when everything else has shifted around you.
I found you young, in my teens, when being intensely passionate about fictional worlds and Australian pop stars was all I knew. At school, I had basically no friends - I was into the wrong things, the things that marked you out as odd rather than interesting. I listened to the wrong music, watched the wrong TV shows, and wore the wrong clothes, and I liked reading.
I know now that I'm autistic and non-binary, but I didn't know it then - I was just... weird. I wasn't like the girls, so they didn't want to know me, and the boys who liked sci-fi wouldn't talk to me because they thought I was a girl.
But online, I found you. And I found people who cared about the same things I did, in the same way. You were where I learned how to talk to people, how to connect, how to build relationships around shared enthusiasm instead of small talk. You gave me community when I didn't have one.
Honestly, I don't think I'd have any friends without fandom. I met everyone in my life either through bands or TV shows (mostly Good Charlotte, Supernatural and Leverage) - all of us blogging our fears, our hopes and dreams on LJ.
I even met my partner through fandom, via commenting on her kinky SG-1 fanfic on AO3 - which has somehow, five years later, turned into a whole life together. It still feels slightly unreal when I stop and think about it. We're having a civil partnership ceremony in April, which we affectionately call “not getting married”.
You've been there through so many versions of me. Younger me, who needed you desperately. Older me, who wanders off sometimes and then finds their way back. You've changed shape over the years - different platforms, different cultures, different rules - and not all of those changes have been easy. Sometimes you're messy. Sometimes you're exhausting. Sometimes you're sharp in ways that hurt.
And yet
You've given me joy that doesn't need to justify itself. You've given me people who get it, who speak the same strange shorthand, who understand why caring deeply about fictional characters or real-life athletes can matter so much. You've taught me that enthusiasm is not something to grow out of, and that loving something - openly, thoughtfully, obsessively - can be a form of resilience
These days, fandom looks like tennis feelings and fic, like small, niche corners of the internet where a handful of people care just enough about the same things I do. It looks like late-night rabbit holes, shared jokes, collective gasps, and moments of tenderness I didn't know I needed until they appeared on my screen.
I don't love you uncritically. I know your flaws well. But I love you honestly, and I'm still here. You've shaped my friendships, my writing, my sense of self - and even my romantic life.
Thank you for growing with me. Thank you for waiting when I wandered off. Thank you for still making room for me now. Thank you for the people. Thank you for the connections. Thank you for still being here, and for letting me still be here too.
grateful✔ Drink something while reading. (Coffee.)
✔ Log reading/thoughts on DW.
✖/✔ Read an owned, unread book. (1. Owned, but rereading. 2. Owned & unread)
Current reading: "A Tempest of Tea", by Hasfah Faizal
Minutes read: 26
Pages read: 27
Progress: 100% (Of rereading the end of the book.)
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Current reading: "A Steeping of Blood", by Hasfah Faizal
Minutes read: 43
Pages read: 34
Progress: 7.8%
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