What IS the point

Apr. 17th, 2026 04:05 pm
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(Reporting in vaxx-boosted, by the way.)

Have been noting hither and yon stuff about blokes 'looksmaxxing' and 'mogging' (which apparently does not involve cats? is there some reference to tomcats facing off and fluffing out their fur? probably not. Who knows.)

This is yet another of those things That Blokez Do apparently in order to attract the opposite sex and I do not think it is because I am Old, and my tastes were formed in A Different Day, that I feel that there is a significant Failure To Do The Research about What Actually Pulls The Chixx.

Not that this is exactly a new phenomenon, when I was reviewing those books on yoof culture in the 60s/early 70s, I was thinking that various of the paths being pursued by (presumably) cis het men, because Teh Gayz were in separate chapters, did not seem to me necessarily terribly productive - maybe being a great dancer, but not if it was all about him showing off moves, ditto the being A Mod Face.

And after all the idea that women only go for men who look a certain way is to laugh at, cites yet again the instance of The Late Rock Star Historian, who was a scruff who was not perhaps quite at the John Wilkes level of having serious disadvantages in the way of appearance to overcome but was - well, I suppose it depends on the artist you're thinking of and there were painters who would have turned out an excellent oil-painting of him but was hardly of male-model looks. But was if not of universal appeal, considerably popular with the opposite sex.

We are frankly not surprised at reports that young women are eschewing the dating game, because what it turns up is very likely young men blatting on about their self-maintenance regime and probably trying to shill for supplements and peptides.

Am also given to wonder whether the people who follow these creatures are all acolytes of their maxxingmessage, or whether at least some % are treating them as the modern equivalent of the old-style freakshow. (Though for all I know, in the darker reaches of the internet you can find videos of men biting the heads off chickens and so on.)

While I was thinking that it would be preferable for them to contemplate upon the natural world and build bowers for, or offer particularly attractive stones to, the objects of their interest, I also became cynical as to whether female bower birds and penguins are quite so appreciative of these efforts as naturalists would have us suppose. ('Him and his bloody bowers' - 'Not another pebble')

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While collecting the necessary materials for my Le Guin reading project, I found she had a story which appeared only in the 1973 anthology Clarion III. This was a product of the 1972 Clarion Workshop, an annual six-week course for aspiring speculative fiction writers, taught by a rotating slate of guest instructors. Le Guin was a Clarion instructor that year, and while most of the instructors contributed essays on writing or on the workshop itself, she instead wrote a story.

Since I'd bothered to acquire the book, I figured I'd read the whole thing. But I took my time about it since Le Guin's story didn't seem important to the general arc of her career, though obviously it's significant that her stature had grown to the point where she was invited to teach. So although my reading of her work has progressed in the meantime to 1979 (and will continue from there if the person who currently has The Language of the Night checked out ever returns it to the library!!) we're going to take a short trip back to 1973 here.

Le Guin's story "The Ursula Major Construct; or, A Far Greater Horror Loomed" is a fictionalized version of an exercise she gave the students, using them as the characters and reimagining the whole thing as a SF experiment. I guess in reality she built a mobile out of found objects (the titular construct) and told the class to write about it. I'm sure her story was amusing to the people who were there, but out of context I found it impenetrable. (And hold that thought, because I'm gonna circle back to it.)

As for the student stories, I liked a handful of them, but most were either not to my taste, or seemed underdeveloped in some way, or were so steeped in 1970s gender politics and/or sophomoric "dirty joke" humor that the generation gap was too wide for me to cross. To be fair, these are student stories, but none of them sent me running to look for the authors' later work.

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Green pants (trousers) saga

Apr. 17th, 2026 12:09 pm
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Here's another fun ADHD story. I bought a pair of pants that are a lovely jungle green over two years ago from Freddie's of Pinewood (no longer there; they were limited run) (sorta-splurge, because they're "slow fashion" + customs fee from England). They close with a button but not a hook, and I immediately ordered a hook to sew in them, but then I didn't get around to doing that for the last MORE THAN TWO YEARS because I never planned an occasion to wear them. (They aren't dressy occasion pants. They're just cotton twill.) Today I thought to myself, "I might as well sew it in, or I'll never be able to wear them once I decide to."

Then I looked in my sewing kit, my spare needle and thread and button case, the sewing table in the living room, and the little basket full of embroidery tools, which was all the places I could think of where it might be. But no luck. I can't find the hook&bar. I'll have to order another because there's not a sewing shop in town (you can buy mending materials like thread, patches, low quality needles etc including regular hooks and eyes and zippers at supermarkets and the Finnish equivalent of K-Mart, but the larger flat hook and bar that goes on waistbands is apparently less in demand).

I am planning a trip to the big mall with rancid vibes next week, because Wax wants more fun socks and you can't get those locally; but I'm afraid I'm unlikely to find one there either. The last time I ordered from an online shop that would carry them was less than a month ago, because I finally started knitting socks to give to Wax's family next winter! But of course I had no memory of the issue then.

This is obviously not just an ADHD tax, though; it's also hardly having left the house in that time (burnout, depression?) and putting these pants on a pedestal (what a distracting metaphor... pant pedestal) because I'm so jazzed to have found pants in such a great color. And feeling that I don't have any tops that are as good, though I now know what I want to knit to go with them (a striped zigzag or ripple tee something like this, with lavender and green and blue).

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Apr. 17th, 2026 09:33 am
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Happy birthday, [personal profile] linzer and [personal profile] shezan!

52/408: Surprise, No Surprise!

Apr. 16th, 2026 10:21 pm
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The wind we were supposed to get Thursday was a bust, at least in the mini-metropolis. I don't know what happened in other parts of the region, but here we barely got any stiff breezes. I'm not disappointed, and rather sadly I'm not surprised. Forecasting is growing less accurate, after many decades of pretty steady improvement, and spring was always tough to predict anyway. Yes, it's definitely spring now, though there's no telling how long it will last, because, well, spring. The forecast is predicting more rain next Monday and Tuesday, but we shall see. I won't hold my breath.

In the meantime we're supposed to get a couple of hottish days (highs nearing eighty) Sunday and Monday. Again, we shall see. This is not the time of year one should make bets on the weather. Today, for example, was not only not windy, it was rather balmy. I would have gone out and sat in the back yard, if I were still doing such things. Instead, I got tired and took a four hour nap, waking up not long before sunset. That wasn't a surprise either. It might happen again tomorrow. Or not. Either way will be equally dull. And dull or not, it's what I'll write about. Life has gotten so unsurprising.

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Apr. 16th, 2026 07:59 pm
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As I mentioned on my last Pern post, Dragonsdawn was always the most memorable Pern book for me -- for my sins, and sins indeed they are. That said, having reread it, I can understand exactly why I found this so compelling. This was the book that sold me on the fantasy of planetary exploration and colonization as a delightful and desirable experience! You could go to a beautiful new world and discover baby dragons and have random islands named after you! You could build a new Utopian society! Is Anne McCaffrey's vision of a Utopian society uncomfortably libertarian? Sure, but I was ten, I didn't know what libertarians were, I just understood that Sorka was having a very cool time as a happily free-range child exploring the Pernese landscape. I don't think it was until I read Mary Roach's Packing for Mars as an adult that I fully came to terms with the fact that going to space actually sounded like a deeply unpleasant time, logistically speaking, and let the faint wisps of the Dragonsdawn dream of First Feet Down on a beautiful new planet that's functionally just like Earth with bonus charming telepathic fauna dissipate into the ether.

I mean, it is sort of an open question though: early Pernese culture, potential paradise or libertarian cult? I do think McCaffrey knows that the colonist's blissful vision of If Everyone Has Enough Land For Themselves We Can All Just Be Chill And Not Actually Bother Society-Building is doomed to some degree of failure on account of bad actors, even before it's interrupted by Thread. She could have just made it a book about dealing with Thread and developing dragons about it, and it would probably be a better book if she did, but she's so grimly determined to put some bad actors in just to demonstrate she knows they exist. This at least is my theory of how we got Evil Sexy Avril Bitra, perpetrator of history's most inexplicable heist. "If I go on this fifty-year mission, I can steal some diamonds, steal an escape pod, launch myself back out into space, and get picked up back in a society that's moved on a hundred years from the one I left! Probably they'll still want diamonds and I'll re-adapt just fine!"

So, I can understand, I guess, why Avril Bitra. I don't understand and don't think I will ever understand why Avril Bitra's narrative foil is a would-be tradwife who nonconsensually aphrodisiaced her way into marriage with a man who has never shown any romantic interest in anything except cave systems and then spent the next eight years making a shocked Pikachu face about the fact that he continued to not be all that into her. Why is Sallah Telgar's plot in this book? What is it doing here? Why is Avril Bitra evilly torturing Sallah on the spaceship given so much page space and weird psychosexual intensity when literally nothing about this plot actually impacts the colony's situation IN ANY ACTUAL WAY? I thought a reread would leave me less confused about all this than I was when I was ten and in fact I think it did the opposite. Anne, please ... you must have had some thoughts about this, thematically, structurally ... I'm coming to you, hat in hand, asking for answers.

I do think it's very funny that in the years between 1968 and 1989 Anne McCaffrey decided that it was a bit embarrassing that she'd built biological differences into her dragons such that the queens don't breathe fire, and decided to blame it on the fact that the dragons were genetically designed by an Extremely Traditional Chinese Grandma instead. Is it also racist? Yes, extremely. But if we start talking about all the unfortunate well-meaning racism in Dragonsdawn we'll be here all day and I don't have that much day left. Racism aside I did find myself unexpectedly somewhat moved by the subplot I did not remember at all in which Kenjo Fusaiyuki, a guy who has made a Profound Mistake in moving to an isolated colony planet that's dedicated itself to being low-tech and abandoning spaceflight, desperately hoards fuel for as long as possible to put off the time when he will have to at last give up for good and all the thing he loves most and is best at in all the world.

And you know who could've saved Kenjo Fusaiyuki's life, if she had stopped to help the two guys Avril Bitra clonked on the head instead of uselessly pursuing her into space? YES, IT'S ANOTHER SALLAH TELGAR CRIME. Sallah Telgar, you have so much to answer for.

covid booster

Apr. 16th, 2026 05:16 pm
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I got a covid booster yesterday. When I told the pharmacy clerk I wanted the vaccine, he checked that the Pfizer vaccine would be OK, then started to ask when I’d gotten my last booster, stopped, and instead asked whether I’d had one in the last two months. When I said no, he asked whether I’d had covid in the last two months “as far as you know.”

The last time I'd checked, they were saying to wait at least three months after having covid, and I thought the recommended interval between boosters was also at least three months. (My previous covid booster was last fall.) Massachusetts is now advising everyone to get boosters twice a year, and having that as an official recommendation means health insurance companies will pay for it.

Indisputable [status, work]

Apr. 16th, 2026 05:27 pm
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My sister has the best t-shirts. This week I keep thinking about the one she has that says, "Every Day I'm Brusselin' " with an illustration of brussels sprouts. There are a lot of copycat images on the internet that do not do justice to the design and artistry on that shirt.

Anyway, that's the sentiment of the now. Today looked like:

-Emergency pinch-hit rowing coaching because one of our coaches was just in a terrible car crash where someone rear-ended them (don't yet know how serious the injuries are, that takes time).

-Dentist appointment - minimal gum bleeding and no major actions required, WHEW.

-Receive shipment of 24 large gray crayfish*, spend a good 90 minutes preparing the tanks to house them, house them.

-Act as a facilitator for an institutional strategic planning listening session.

-Write a quiz for tomorrow.

-Meet with manuscript coauthor and apologize for being slow to make progress.

-Review/prep to teach (mammalian, basic, introductory) kidney function.

Part of me wants to go on the weekly social bike ride tonight, but the prudent part of me suggests I should just go home and collapse in a heap.

At least next Tuesday is the last Lab of the semester.



*I think I put in the order for these about 5 weeks ago? They were backordered and I was about to completely pull the plug and do something different to replace the lab, except when I requested to cancel the order I learned they'd shipped, sigh.
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On the other hand, I am thinking of the times when I was dealing with a fairly professional set of meedja people either coming with their gear to interview me in my Former Workplace, or else having me in a studio nicely set up for the purpose.

Not recording a podcast from my own front room on my own computer and having to set up my own headphones and mike and feeling that the instructions about Settings could pertain a little closer to what I find there....

And adjust the curtains so that there was not a glare off the portrait photo of Dame Rebecca and all that sort of thing.

- the fact that the connection to Headphones was no longer saying Headphones might have been a clue that all was not entirely as it should be -

So anyway, when I got connected there was total silence and had to do a certain amount of jiggling around and changing the settings and anyway, did finally get to the stage where I was both audible and able to hear everyone else.

Though when I spoke the effect was, roughly speaking, of a 45 rpm single being played at 33 rpm, no, I have no idea why, they were fairly hopeful this could be sorted in editing.

The actual discussion went okay I think - other person who was there to be Nexpert is old(ish) mate who has just writ a book of relevance which cites me quite a bit.

But lo and behold, had a subsequent email from them expressing concern over the slurring issue in case it was Health Thing and should I see my GP, which was thoughtful, but really, it was TECHNOLOGICAL ISSUE. (I did not respond, hey, your image was looking really blurry and faint, are you feeling well? because I assumed that was their camera.)

Am feeling mildly knackered now, unlike the days when I would jaunt down to Broadcasting House, do my chat on Woman's Hour, and then go and do my normal day's work.

Of course, I was Younger then.

Planter and seeds acquired!

Apr. 16th, 2026 09:14 am
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Our planter is here! Getting it wasn't actually a saga, but it felt a bit like one. TL;DR: delivery service annoyance )

We also both took yesterday off (and I'm off the rest of the week, but got up at my usual workday time today in hopes of getting a fair amount of manga work done), and ventured out to buy veg seeds for the planter. (We also still need to get soil/fertilizer/etc., but want to read up on it more first. I think I might order a hard copy of The Vegetable Gardener's Bible, which I got on sale in ebook recently and like so far.)

Yesterday's important lesson: when noting down which seed varieties we like the looks of, include the source, because our local store, at least, has separate displays for each originating company, and knowing that would make it much easier to check for the various varieties. Anyway, here's what we wound up with (descriptions are in my last post):

Basil: Devotion.

Cabbage: Early Golden Acre (green) and Serpentine F1 (savoy).

Spinach: Bloomsdale and Renegade.

Lettuce: Brighton (Butterhead), Black Seeded Simpson (green leaf), Red Salad Bowl (red leaf), Grand Rapids (green leaf), Freckles (romaine), and Drunken Woman.

(social) media appearances

Apr. 16th, 2026 11:14 am
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Post-game interview on Facebook for the game against Invicta on Sunday (we lost 10-1). Favourite comment from a friend: "you both pulled such funny faces when the other one was speaking".

My feedback on the Hull camp shared (with permission) on their Facebook page: "I've enjoyed all the camps so far and I think they're good value for money. I think they're helping me improve as a player, and I've definitely seen other players level up in skill and confidence after attending. I'm very much looking forward to three whole days in July. I also really value the friendships I've been building with players from other teams, who I met because of these camps, and the mutual support we've been able to give each other over this past season."

Upcoming: BUIHA will live stream Nationals this weekend on YouTube, my games that will definitely be on it are:

  • Sat 15:15 Cambridge Huskies v Leeds Gryphons B
  • Sat 18:18 Cambridge Huskies v Nottingham Mavericks C
  • Sun 14:20 Birmingham Lions B v Cambridge Huskies
  • Sun 19:25 Oxford Women's Blues v Cambridge Huskies

(There's one more group-stage game that will be played on the other ice pad and not streamed, and then depending on how we do in group, we'll be assigned to the semi finals for either Bronze, Silver or Gold finals so we'll have up to two more games on Sunday.)

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Apr. 16th, 2026 09:35 am
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Happy birthday, [personal profile] girlyswot!

52/407: Almost

Apr. 15th, 2026 11:25 pm
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Rumor (or, more accurately (perhaps) the weather forecast) has it that Thursday will be windy. Things could fall over, it is said. If any things carrying electricity fall over, I could be inconvenienced. Worse, if any things carrying electricity fall over in certain places, there could be fire. That would be worse than inconvenient. It might even turn out to be catastrophic. I'm worried at the moment, but I'm sure I'll totally forget about it in a while. That's the good side of dementia. Of course if I wake up tomorrow with the house in flames that will be the bad side back to bite me in the ass. So it goes.

Right now I'm going to make spaghetti and use the open jar of sauce in the refrigerator on it, it it hasn't gone bad already. If it has gone bad I'll still make spaghetti, but just put some cheese on it. I don't feel like making any more plans tonight. It was hard enough to plan this. I've got salad stuff to get rid of, too, and tomorrow might be too late. Especially if the electric things fall over in the wind. This is exciting, I'm almost too late. Gee, I think this is almost what being alive was like.

FINALLY [status]

Apr. 15th, 2026 04:20 pm
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You might recall (probably not!) that I got my federal and state tax forms mailed in relatively early this year, back in mid-February, in part because I wanted to paper file instead of giving my personal information to one of the corporations that would let me e-file for "free."

In any case, my calculations indicated that I should get a refund for both federal and state taxes. About 2-3 weeks after I mailed things off, my state return funds were direct deposited into my bank account, which told me that the US Postal Service can still at least manage delivery, and that the hardworking people in the State of New York are opening the mail. Thanks, Postal Service and New York State!

But I've been waiting for my federal return to get processed ever since then. The IRS's webpage says they're currently somewhere around mid-March with regards to processing paper forms, except processing may take longer for submitted forms with identified issues. That made me wonder, did they even get my return?? Was there some issue with it? Ugh. So earlier this week I started looking into methods to set up an online account with the IRS in the hopes that an online account would help me figure out whether my paper forms were even received (note, this is different from all of the tax filing stuff, but it's still sharing a lot of info directly with the IRS). I don't particularly WANT to set up an online account, mind you. But it seems like a bad idea to linger on this item.

Anyway, they FINALLY deposited my refund, TODAY. I'm definitely ready to move on now. I miss the Free File Fillable Forms, but really, this country needs a major overhaul of its taxation system, starting with actually taxing the filthy rich.

See, e.g. https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2026/apr/15/tax-day-united-states-unequal-taxation
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As a kid I never played any of The Learning Company's dozens of Reader Rabbit games, so today we'll be correcting this surprising gap in my edutainment knowledge. [personal profile] zorealis suggested the first game in the series, 1984's Reader Rabbit, aka Reader Rabbit and the Fabulous Word Factory. The alternate title sounds suspiciously Oompa-Loompaish to me, so fingers crossed that we will not meet with any gruesome poetic justice.

The game's menu offers nine options: Sorter, Labeler, Word Train, and six different Matchup Games. In Sorter you get a series of words, and you have to decide whether each one matches a given letter in either the first, second, or third position. If it matches, you move it over to the side, but if it doesn't you throw it in the garbage. (This obviously predates the 1990s eco-tainment craze, or else we'd be recycling.)

player chooses to save the word cod or throw it away

More on Reader Rabbit )

Reader Rabbit was wildly popular and led to a slew of sequels and spinoffs. I had never heard of 1986's Writer Rabbit until [personal profile] delphi brought it to my attention. Now, I'm not saying that playing this game will make you as good of a writer as [personal profile] delphi is... but I'm not not saying that.

While Reader Rabbit offers a solid but fairly staid selection of spelling exercises, Writer Rabbit is far more wacky. After punching out from a week of back-breaking labor at the Word Factory, it's time to attend Writer Rabbit's Sentence Party and cut loose with a mix of games mashing up sentence diagramming and Mad Libs. In the Ice Cream Game, you are given a phrase and have to identify it as either WHO, WHAT, DID WHAT, WHEN, WHERE, WHY, or HOW.

game asks what part of a sentence the phrase 'with style' is

More on Writer Rabbit )

You can play Reader Rabbit and Writer Rabbit on the Internet Archive, for the finest in lapine-themed edutainment. Did anyone else play a game from this series? There are a million of them!
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What I read

Finished Never After, I can see that there are good things about it, but it was just not really what I was looking for at this particular time. It's historical novel, rather than romance.

Latest Literary Review.

I then finally got stuck in to Edward St Aubyn, Parallel Lines (2025), but although I did finish it, did not think it came up to Double Blind, found it hard to keep track of the various characters, and was a bit disappointed.

Started SJ Fleet 'The Secret Barrister', The Cut Throat Trial (2025), which is that ?tapestry-style novel of a trial where it gives you the viewpoints of the various parties involved, and even though I could see (or maybe because I could see?) it was not going to turn out as clearcut a case as it looked, could not get involved, gave up.

Also started and gave up, Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing (2023), because I was getting vibes of a kind of narrative I have been there and done that many times over the years and this was not bringing the over and above that would have kept me reading.

Decided that I wanted to read some more Arnold Bennett and found that I had Mr Prohack (1922) on the ereader and not sure I'd ever read it. Not by any means one of the top Bennetts but still quite acceptable.

On the go

Project Gutenberg have only just released Naomi Royde-Smith's The Tortoiseshell Cat (1925). I have been wanting to read something, anything, by Royde-Smith for ages, and this is showing very promising. Our protag starts out as teacher in a girls' school with rather more ambitions than those in which D Richardson's Miriam finds herself, but has just been fired.

Up next

No idea. What do Tiggers eat?

what i'm reading wednesday 15/4/2026

Apr. 15th, 2026 08:52 am
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Finished:

+ Listened to Like, Follow, Subscribe: Influencer Kids and the Cost of a Childhood Online by Fortesa Latifi. This was good but harrowing. Influencer culture seems so gross to me in general, but when you add children to the mix, I find it actually morally wrong. Latifi is scrupulously fair to the family vlogging parents she interviews, trying to understand their points of view even when she disagrees with them. She's always giving the benefit of the doubt in a way that feels generous without crossing into stupid territory, though I am considerably less generous myself.

I like how she started with the mommy bloggers and talked about how they were different--back then, the focus was on the experience of motherhood, not on the children themselves, and also the moms could easily write under a pseudonym and not tie their children to their blogs. These days the focus is very much on the children, and the most interesting parts of the book are where she talks to the kids themselves. You've got a wide range of reactions from a teenage girl who hates her mom's influencing and admits that she's stopped telling her mom anything about her life because her mom always turns it into content even when she says she won't to kids who think that being an influencer is the best thing ever.

One thing that I now know that I can't unknow is that the "family" vlogging/content that does the biggest numbers is anything where kids are scared/hurt/upset/vulnerable and wow, sometimes I really hate the world.

My biggest takeaway is that I am so so so so glad that my sister and I are on the same page re: kids and social media (in short: no) because I genuinely don't know how I would handle it if she was plastering my niblings' faces all over the internet. They are obscenely adorable children (this is not just me being biased--perfect strangers stop us in stores to tell us how beautiful they are) and also hilarious and smart, so they'd do numbers, but oh my God, I am so glad that literally the only things they use the internet/phones for are FaceTiming with me or my parents.

If you can handle the dystopia of it all, this is a very good one to read. If you want a little glimpse into what it's like to decide if it's for you, Jane Marie on The Dream podcast just interviewed Latifi, so you could listen to that episode.

+ Orlando. As I said while I was reading it, I did not love this one the way I love some of Woolf's other stuff, but it was certainly interesting. There were things I really liked about it. The prose is wonderful, of course. I liked the stuff that was deconstructing the genre of biography and what we can know about historical figures, though I wish there had been more of it, frankly. The stuff where she was making fun of the Victorian era was incredible and funny and of course a Bloomsburian would knock that out of the park. And of course because it's Woolf, there are some sharp insights into gender and writing and how those two intersect.

But as a whole work, I really came away with a "I don't really get it" feeling. I understand what she's doing with certain parts of it, but I'm not sure I understand the overall project or what the meaning of the gender shift is.

But I'm glad to have read it!

+ Listened to "You Just Need to Lose Weight": And 19 Other Myths about Fat People by Aubrey Gordon. I knew most of the ideas she would hit here since I have been listening to her Maintenance Phase podcast since literally the first episode and have never missed a single episode lol. But I just like Aubrey so much, so it was fun hanging out with her--she's so smart and funny and compassionate and steely when she needs to be. This is one of the best Anti-fat Bias 101 books out there, so if you're new to that movement, I highly recommend it.

+ True Grit by Charles Portis. A friend on Tumblr had posted a quote from this book and I was like, "Omg, that's amazing," so I picked it up and OMG THIS BOOK IS AMAZING. A truly perfect example of the power of narrative voice, it made me giddy!

It's the 1870s and Mattie Ross is 14 years old when her father is murdered and she hires a marshal to go with her to hunt down the culprit and bring him to justice. An elderly Mattie is telling us the story sometime in the 1920s and this is the kind of book that first person was invented for.

There are two film adaptations of this book and both are good, but they are not nearly as good as the book itself (though all the props in the world to baby Hailee Steinfeld for being a perfect Mattie) because even with voice-overs, film adaptations cannot truly replicate her voice, which is the single best thing about the book. The plot is fun! The characters are all very well drawn! But Mattie's voice is a truly incredible literary achievement. Line after line just blew me away. Mattie is pragmatic and unflappable and steely and humorless and pious and ruthless and yet you never lose sight of the fact that she is still a child. I don't know how he did it. There were parts of it that were so funny (especially the chasm between some of the more outlandish/dramatic parts and the matter-of-fact way that Mattie tells the story) that I wanted to hug Portis.

One thing I kept thinking about while reading it was how sorry I am for anyone who reads it without knowing a ton about the Bible. Because for the first fourth of the book, there are Biblical allusions on every single page--after that, the rate of them slows down, but they're still there. And I truly feel that anyone who isn't picking up on them is missing out. I strongly, strongly believe that the Bible should be taught in literature classes from elementary school and Christian history and theology in history classes from the same age because you simply cannot understand vast swathes of both literature and history if you aren't familiar with this stuff. And also you miss out on great jokes!

Perhaps my favorite bit was this:

I do not know to this day why they let a wool-hatted crank like Owen Hardy preach the service. Knowing the Gospel and preaching it are two different things. A Baptist or even a Campbellite would have been better than him. If I had been home I would never have permitted it but I could not be in two places at once.


As somebody who grew up a Campbellite (though we NEVER would have used that word to describe ourselves; it's pejorative), this had me rolling.

Wait or this:

I had hated these ponies for the part they played in my father's death but now I realized the notion was fanciful, that it was wrong to charge blame to these pretty beasts who knew neither good nor evil but only innocence. I say that of these ponies. I have known some horses and a good many more pigs who I believe harbored evil intent in their hearts. I will go further and say all cats are wicked, though often useful. Who has not seen Satan in their sly faces? Some preachers will say, well, that is superstitious "claptrap." My answer is this: Preacher, go to your Bible and read Luke 8: 26-33.


Or this:

I confess [Election] is a hard doctrine, running contrary to our earthly ideas of fair play, but I can see no way around it. Read I Corinthians 6:13 and II Timothy 1:9, 10. Also I Peter 1:2, 19 ,20 and Romans 11:7. There you have it. It was good for Paul and Silas and it is good enough for me. It is good enough for you too.


I LOVE THIS BOOK. And will be buying myself a copy.

I am sad to discover that Portis didn't write any other historical fiction about women, but I will have to read his other books even if they don't sound like my thing just because he's so damn talented.

Currently reading:

+ Listening to the audiobook of Culture Creep, essays by Alice Bolin about life in the 2020s through a lens of feminism and pop culture. She's a great writer with some really good insights. I'll have more to say when I'm done.

+ Still haven't picked up The Magician's Daughter yet, but I will finish it at some point.

+ I was craving some Benjamin January yesterday, so I started The House of the Patriarch, book 18. I've been drawing out this series over the course of years, but I am nearing being caught up and then what will I do???? (Start over at the beginning, I guess.)

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