Markers of adulthood.

Jun. 21st, 2017 10:56 pm
hannah: (steamy drink - fooish_icons)
[personal profile] hannah
I met a friend for coffee after work today. That's it, that's the big Solstice news. It's something new to me, and it turns out that even though it cut into my evening writing time, I really liked it, and I'll have to try it again sometime. Just not soon, given the aforementioned writing time. But definitely before August.

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Jun. 21st, 2017 07:36 pm
skygiants: Drosselmeyer's old pages from Princess Tutu, with text 'rocks fall, everyone dies, the end' (endings are heartless)
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I recently reread Nnedi Okorafor's Who Fears Death. It remains an onslaught of a book, although being somewhat braced for the barrage of ANGER INJUSTICE GENOCIDE GONNA DESTROY A WHOLE CITY NOW does allow a little more time to, uh, stop and appreciate the occasional non-fraught thing that happens along the way? Onyesonwu makes friends with a camel at one point! That's nice!

(...for the record, my review from 2010 seems to indicate that at the time I understood and appreciated what happened at the end. Well, good job, past self, because my present self has no idea. Spoilers ))

Anyway! Rereading Who Fears Death got me thinking about the kind of books that are constructed around an ancient lore or a knowledge of the world that turns out to be fundamentally wrong, cultures constructed around poisoned lies. The Fifth Season is the other immediate example that springs to mind of a book like this -- not that there aren't other parallels between The Fifth Season and Who Fears Death. It seems to me that I ought to be able to think of more, but since I can't I'm sure you guys can.

When I mentioned this to [personal profile] genarti, she immediately said "YA dystopia! Fallout!" and that's true, a lot of dystopias are built around a Fundamentally Flawed Premise that has been imposed upon the innocent population by a dictatorial government. Those feel a little different to me, though, maybe just because that sort of dystopia very clearly grows out of our own world. We know from the beginning how to judge truth and lies, we're WAY AHEAD of our naive heroine who believes the color blue is evil because the government put an inexplicable ban on it. But Who Fears Death, while it may be set in our future, is in a future so distant from our own that there's no particular tracing back from it, and The Fifth Season is another world altogether, and we don't have any home court advantage over the protagonists as they figure out where the lies are except a belief that something that poisonous has to be wrong; maybe that's the difference.

The end of an era.

Jun. 20th, 2017 09:15 pm
hannah: (steamy drink - fooish_icons)
[personal profile] hannah
Last Thursday, I brought some key lime cookies from Trader Joe's to work, because I didn't have much in the way of impulse control. The cookies were eaten up fast, with a lot of powdered sugar left over. So I took the key lime-infused sugar, poured it into a mug, mixed it with instant coffee, and made myself a key lime flavored latte.

Last Sunday, it was the last day of my long-standing part-time telecommuting job. It's not quite completed - I've still got one last paycheck coming - but all the work and responsibilities are now gone. Over and done with. At thirty-six months, it was the longest I've ever had a job in my life, and it'll be the new measurement for employment length. The work was sometimes annoying and petty, and I really only had to put a lot of effort into it during the first couple of months to make everything easy enough to sustain my responsibilities on an average of ten minutes a week for the rest of things. Still, I liked it well enough. On Sunday, as I've done about a dozen times in the past three years, I went to my boss' house in Jersey City, except this time it was to wrap everything up. I sent out a few emails, completely cleaned out the organization's email inbox and got it to zero, put every related file I had on a USB drive and handed it over, and that was pretty much it. She gave me tea, a mug with a giraffe on it, and the two of us and her husband went out to lunch together.

Today I would have liked to have gotten more stuff done, and I don't even have reasons for it, just excuses.
newredshoes: Art by <user name="kellyvivanco" site="tumblr.com"> (<3 | girl with her hair in knots)
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Do you ever re-read something you wrote ages ago and just -- want it back? want to be doing more? I mean, obviously I feel this a lot, but today I saw that the [livejournal.com profile] thisengland Shakespeare Histories Ficathon is starting up soon for its 10th year, and then I became overwhelmed with Percys feelings, and then I reread my sole contribution to the challenge, "A Mouth-Filling Oath," which takes place on the docks of 1950s London and everyone (but Hal, of course) is working class. I so love that narrative voice I found, even if I'm fairly certain it bears no resemblance to any English spoken every day. Strong narrative voices make writing so much easier, incredibly so, and I want to seize or discover one for other projects, but I never really set aside the time to try, which frustrates me about myself. There also seems to be a popular idea going around now that you shouldn't talk about your projects or you'll just talk them to death, and I get that, but it seems at odds with having a writing community, in some ways?

So yeah, that's a thing I've got to push myself on more. (Meanwhile, I'm going to not spend my time rolling around in old [personal profile] valiantrebel logs. Not for long, anyway.) The notes came back from my WW/WWI story and THEY ARE GOOD AND VERY MINIMAL, WHAT, so I need to get those turned around and also work on my second story and also work on a third and fourth story for the month. There's been this gigantic weird storm this afternoon, and right now the sunset is doing weird things with the light, but I see a full rainbow outside my window with gray clouds and peach light lighting up all the windows and bricks. The storm is also probably responsible for the hard nap I took earlier, with, again, extremely vivid dreams (partly about being some kind of shapeshifter with the ability to stop something VERY BAD from happening, but being kept from it somehow; partly about being back in Athens with both parents at a huge gala event for us, and I was being given snakes and I was delighted). I rewatched the S1 finale of The Magicians, which I hadn't seen in quite some time, and I had forgotten many things, chief among them how fucking hot Eliot Waugh's everything is. Goddammit, Hale Appleman, tall, beaky, elegant Jews who can do a courtly bow past their own knees is MY SEXUALITY, APPARENTLY. I just spent like 20 minutes trying to find a GIF on Tumblr and now I'm like, this shit is not going to get me back on Tumblr. Okay. Anyway. Phew. Hello.

ETA WAIT, I FOUND THE MOMENT.

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Jun. 19th, 2017 09:12 am
skygiants: Jadzia Dax lounging expansively by a big space window (daxanova)
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I knew I probably should have written up A Long Way to a Small Angry Planet before I read the sequel, because I loved A Closed and Common Orbit SO MUCH that now there is no way I can do justice to the first book.

I mean, A Long Way to a Small Angry Planet is certainly a lot of fun! It feels a bit more like a season of television than a novel -- very much out of that genre of beloved, relatively lighthearted crew-is-family space TV, full of aliens and semi-incidental interstellar politics, with approximately one episode dedicated to each crew member's interesting alien culture or surprise dramatic backstory as well as episodes where Everyone Just Goes On A Shopping Trip. There is a Noble Captain, a Friendly Polyamorous Lizard Alien Second-in-Command, an Earnest Financial Assistant, a Manic Mechanic, a Caring Chef Who Feeds Other Species To Compensate For The Embarrassing Genocidal Tendencies Of His Own -- ok, some of the archetypes are more archetypal than others. In the dramatic season finale, our plucky band of space truckers reaches their long-haul destination at last and becomes involved in a major diplomatic incident, the outcome of which is the one thing in the book that rubbed me slightly the wrong way ) Anyway, if you like this sort of thing, you will almost certainly like this particular thing.

I like this sort of thing all right but the things A Closed and Common Orbit is doing appeal to my id MUCH more. A Closed and Common Orbit focuses on two characters who appear relatively briefly in A Long Way to a Small Angry Planet: Sidra, an AI who, due to compelling personal circumstances but counter to interstellar law, has been installed in a designed-to-be-instinguishable-from-human artificial body; and Pepper, the mechanic who has volunteered to take on responsibility for her.

The main present-day thread of the story involves Sidra's attempts to figure out whether she can comfortably inhabit a body that she was never designed to inhabit - not just whether she can live permanently as something like an independent intelligent biological life-form without giving herself away, but whether she wants to do so. The plot is mostly comprised of small slice-of-life events like Sidra Makes A New Friend or Sidra Considers Getting A Tattoo, all interwoven into a really compelling and thoughtful examination of artificial intelligence, self-determination, and free will.

The other half the book delves into Pepper's backstory as an artificially created human being, designed to be cheap disposable labor. As a child, "Jane 23" mostly-accidentally escapes the factory where she labors, and is subsequently raised by an abandoned ship's AI in a junkyard. The backstory plot does a couple of things: a.) serves as an excellent example of the always-compellingly-readable 'half-feral child must make home in dangerous environment, survives with ingenuity and a box of scraps' genre; b.) works in dialogue with Sidra's main plotline to complicate ideas of 'human' and 'artificial' and 'purpose' and 'free will'; c.) gives me FIVE MILLION FEELINGS ABOUT AI MOMS WHO LOVE YOU. Sometimes a family is an AI mom, her genetically engineered daughter, the daughter's boyfriend, their AI roommate, and the roommate's alien friend who honestly didn't even particularly want to be there that day! AND THAT'S BEAUTIFUL.

I need a good skateboarding tag.

Jun. 18th, 2017 10:28 pm
newredshoes: Woman in religious ecstasy, surrounded by art implements (<3 | patron saint)
[personal profile] newredshoes
So my friend H. and I had A Day in Manhattan, which was delightful. We didn't end up finding a skateboard, but we did luck out tremendously in the makeup department! The hits at Sephora were nothing weird or unexpected: I got a tub of the only moisturizer that doesn't seem to instantly clog up every pore on my face, plus a full-sized version of my favorite eyebrow gel stuff, and in a better color for me at that. We also discovered this new shop that does everything cruelty-free, all-natural &c, and after a day of talking about how neither of us could find the perfect '20s darkest red for people with warm undertones, holy shit did this place deliver! (It's called "Written in Blood" by Rituel De Fille, and everything is SO GLORIOUSLY WITCHY for that brand!) Credo Beauty, you were not terrifyingly expensive after all, and I am so yea mightily pleased.

The goal was to hit up three skate shops, but we only really made it to one, which was friendly but not really my style, while the second closed right as we got there (but it looked really douchey, so I'm not all that sad to miss it). There are two other shops in Manhattan that I want to hit up, one called Labor, which is on the Lower East Side (and thus a possibility before my small claims hearing on Tuesday?), and the other called Uncle Funky's, which I appreciate; it's in the West Village, almost to the Hudson River, not too far from the Stonewall Inn. Then there's KCDC in Williamsburg (Brooklyn), which could be helpful for meeting up with my friend in Greenpoint who has my nice phone charger and biking shades. So. I'm plotting, is what I'm saying.

What I should be doing is finishing up that article for Pacific Standard, which my editor expects... by tomorrow morning, more or less. Instead, I'm going to let time zones help me out a little and share some neat decks that I found this evening.

More skateboards, including one that might be pulling ahead, design-wise )

Skateboard aesthete

Jun. 17th, 2017 04:14 pm
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[personal profile] newredshoes
I have an excellent new problem! I've definitely decided to keep taking the skateboarding lessons, and I now want my own board to practice on in between classes. (We learned how to flip the boards upright and hop onto them in the same motion! It's the precursor to learning ollies!) After class today, I did a tour of three shops near-ish to Prospect Park -- one in Park Slope, one in Gowanus and one in Crown Heights (which was also a florist and clothing store!). Naturally I got three pretty different answers from three pretty different dudes. One of them yelled at me for caring about what goes on the bottom of the deck, and I'd otherwise write his shop off, except somehow the board he was showing me was definitely the most beautiful-as-sports-construction one of all. Apparently there's no real online catalog you can depend on for any of the brands -- you just have to keep coming back to the skate shops and see what comes in.

Thing is, I... just don't love most of the designs? I don't care about pot, or late '80s/early '90s cartoon styles, or edgy altered candy wrappers. I feel like I want something either colorful or really nicely monochrome.

Wait, hang on, as I was trying to pick out examples, I discovered Skateboard Instagram and now I have a whole bunch of good tabs open. To Photobucket, to nab them!

So much nicer than my last photo post! )

So, okay, skateboards that please me aesthetically certainly do exist. Now to deal with my other big problem: this sourdough bread recipe, which I'm trying with two different flours, but both of which have come out so runny they're basically both batter. That was the same result for my first stab at this recipe, which came out delicious but more flatbread-like than anything. Any of you have a preferred sourdough recipe that begins with starter? I know it's supposed to be a wet dough, but I suspect this recipe would work better with a bread pan, which I do not have.

Tragic side note: I have, for the third year in a row, missed the Mermaid Parade at Coney Island. In my defense, it was POURING rain from noon onward, and the thing started at 1, and I figured since I was already beyond soaking, I might as well do my skate shop tour instead. Not too sorry; riding your bike in the rain, especially through a deserted Prospect Park, with all its singing trees, is glorious every time.

Proof of hilarious wetness )

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Jun. 17th, 2017 12:31 pm
wendelah1: quote: Ezra 10:4 (resistance)
[personal profile] wendelah1
We've hit the intersection of social justice, healthcare, politics, and reproductive rights: the moral imperative to stop the Senate from passing the travesty known as Trumpcare.

The Indivisible Guide has your back: It's Time to Stop TrumpCare and We've Got a Plan. The Senate is trying to do what the House of Representatives did in May: jam through its TrumpCare bill in secrecy, without public hearings, without a Congressional Budget Office (CBO) score, and without knowing its full impact on American families. That’s why the time to put on the pressure is now. We’ve put together new resources and an action plan to help.

This kind of activism takes time and commitment but not much physical stamina: it's perfect for those of us who can no longer march in the streets.

There are more links under the cut, loosely organized by category for your clicking convenience: politics, healthcare, reproductive rights, and the ever popular, "miscellaneous."

Politics )

Healthcare )

Reproductive Rights )

Miscellaneous )

I updated [community profile] xfilesficrecs: Fic Recs: 2x05 Duane Barry.

I hope everyone has a great weekend.

the short, unlocked, version

Jun. 16th, 2017 07:41 am
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[personal profile] likeadeuce
So, about where I've been. . .

I've been volunteering on a state primary election campaign for the last five months -- to the point that it's been sort of my vocation and my fandom at the same time. The election happened Tuesday, and it didn't go our way. I cried A LOT (cried an embarrassing amount in public, though it was among friends); this whole experience is one of the hardest things I've ever done but so worth it that I didn't even realize how hard it was until it was over, if that makes sense? I'm proud of how hard everyone worked, I'm proud we did things the right way until the end, and I'm proud of the voices that got heard because of our campaign.

Good news is that we're going to have a strong general election candidate, and today I bounced back enough to go to a meeting for a reproductive rights advocacy group that is going to be running volunteers and canvasses for the 'good guys' in the general election and offered my services as an experienced canvasser (I can do that now because of the last 5 months!) It's been quite a run and I'm going to miss my scrappy little insurgent campaign something fierce, but (to spout a cliche) the friends I made on the way are AMAZING and we're gonna figure out awesome things to do next.

I'm not going to Canada

Jun. 15th, 2017 03:51 pm
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[personal profile] thewickedlady
I'm super sad to say this, but I'm deferring a year at UNB.

It is a combination of real worry about financials for the full academic year and visa issues. I found when I went up last week and talked with immigration, there was a high probability that they would only approve my visa for a single year. There was no way I could come up with the required financial support Canada requires to have your visa approved a second time while a student. With the loonie going up and down so much, I was also really worried I would not be able to take care of myself for the whole academic year just in case I couldn't find a job.

After talking it out with several friends, I'm going to go live with Aspen for a while and hopefully go again next fall after saving up some more money. It's not what I prefer, but it is the better answer at the end of the day.

I want to say thank you to everyone that has been so supportive of me as I've slowly freaked out though this whole process.

To everyone that gave to the fundraiser, I can't give money directly back to you due to the way YouCares works. HOWEVER, I have all the money in my savings account, so I can give that back without a problem. Please just let me know how you want me to send it to you, if you see this: my email is wickedtrue [at] gmail. I'll go through and pick out the emails the fundraiser gave me and email everyone to let them know as well what is going on.

Timeless!

Jun. 15th, 2017 07:01 am
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[personal profile] wendelah1
My apologies for spamming your reading list if you have already seen this. Weeks ago, I told [personal profile] jebbypal that I would make a promo banner and, um, promote [community profile] timeless_lifeboat. I tried, I did, but I have no skills. Luckily, I found [community profile] inconformista. Now I have a promo banner, plus six new icons for Timeless. Please snag it and spam your readers, too.



[community profile] timeless_lifeboat
A new Timeless community at Dreamwidth





I am actually feeling fannish about Timeless, in that giddy, why isn't everyone feeling this way about my show kind of way. I can't stop thinking about the series. I'm actually reading fic. I'M SUBSCRIBED TO TWO WIPS at AO3. It's hasn't been that long but I'd almost forgotten what it's like, to be this in love with a show. It's kind of wonderful, isn't it?

In other fannish news, The Expanse, season one, disc three, is "in transit," meaning someone in the LAPL system has finally gotten off their ass and sent my request. I've been number one in the queue for weeks. They're all checked out now but when I put it on hold, there were copies on the shelf. I called twice to complain and talked to one of the librarians in person, too. They all claimed that they had no idea what was going on, let alone why I kept getting bypassed. Maybe the last in-person visit actually worked.

There isn't much fic and what there is, isn't exactly my kind of thing. I wasn't going to do it until the TV series ended (spoiler! hatred) but I've decided to go ahead and read Leviathan Wakes, the first book in the Expanse series. My husband has read book one. He thought that since the show runners weren't following the book that closely, spoilers wouldn't much matter. He also thinks the TV series is much better written.

I'm tempted to move on to rosemary.

Jun. 14th, 2017 09:49 pm
hannah: (Pruning shears - fooish_icons)
[personal profile] hannah
After I don't know how many years, my basil plant's crumbled up and died. It was a slow process over a couple of weeks, a gradual withering, but today I knew it was over. So I salvaged what was left of it - most of the leaves, some of the stems - and I'll be using it in my morning eggs for a while.

I say "I don't know how many years" because I can't remember when I got it. At least three years ago, possibly four or five. Another bunch of herbs from the farmers' market I put in water to make last a little longer that put out roots into the jar and had me buying a pot and dirt to put it in. I guess it'd reached the limits of what I could do. Nothing left but to aerate the soil, give it some time to rest, and see about trying again soon. It's always nice to have some green around.
newredshoes: possum, "How embarrassing!" (<3 | how embarrassing!)
[personal profile] newredshoes
First things first, I've got a new Things I'm Verbing up: Indiana Man, Alabama Man and Florida Man. Come for the King Lear jokes, stay for the oral histories, the Pence dis and the way Wonder Woman failed at disability rep.

Closer to home, I am in a tight spot about my walls. This apartment has been shitty in lots of ways pretty much since the beginning. The walls have been particularly fun, though. For instance, in July 2015, I nearly lost my pin-up portrait from SebStanCon because thanks to a nail I'd hung the frame on puncturing the wall (as nails do), something inside the wall caused mold to develop on the back of the picture. When I wrote to the management company about it, my rep told me it must have been because my air conditioner had been off, despite the fact that I'd had problems with that wall before I even got an a/c unit.

This happened in two days. I was out, by the way, because I had found bedbugs. )

This morning, I heard a tremendous and long-lasting crash coming from my kitchen, which turned out to be my large wall clock falling to the ground and spilling a bag full of recyclables all over. The clock is dented but otherwise okay, but I'm certainly less than pleased.

Y i k e s. )

This all kicked off around the original problem area, which failed to hold up an important framed poster not once but twice. I think if you look closely at the drywall behind the hole, it's got uneven black spots on it. Is that rot? Do I have to get all my drywall replaced? Should I just move?

The original suspect )

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Jun. 13th, 2017 10:32 pm
skygiants: the Phantom of the Opera, reaching out (creeper of the opera)
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Catching a chunk of the Tony Awards the other night (bless Bette Midler, who WILL NOT BE SILENCED) reminded me that I never wrote up Razzle Dazzle: The Battle for Broadway, a nonfiction account of (primarily) the Shubert Organization, Broadway's largest theater-owning company, with stopovers into the offices of other leading Broadway financiers along the way.

The book starts out with Broadway ticket-scalping scandals, jumps back to a overview of the lives of the original Shubert brothers, and lays out the drama of various generations of hard-partying Shuberts eventually being ousted by Responsible, Respectable Lawyers Jerry Schoenfeld and Bernie Jacobs.

Then Michael Bennett, legendary choreographer of A Chorus Line, enters the picture and the whole book gets sort of carried off by him for a while. A great deal of page space is devoted to the psychodramatic relationship between Bennett and Jacobs -- as recounted in this book, a wildly unhealthy pseudo-father-son dynamic in which Jacobs constantly attempted to ensure Bennett's emotional and financial dependence on Jacobs while Bennett was constantly attempting to break away and BE A PRODUCER ON HIS OWN, DAD. An excerpt featuring further Michael Bennett drama, including one of history's most melodramatic Tony Awards, is up in Vanity Fair for the curious.

And then it's Andrew Lloyd Webber and Andrew Lloyd Webber and Andrew Lloyd Webber, alongside an in-depth discussion of the various political and financial campaigns that eventually led to the Disneyfication of Broadway after its days of 1970s sleaze, and that brings us about up to the present day.

It's an interesting, rather gossippy account of the money, organizational politics, and personal quirks that underlie the eventual decisions about what makes it onto a theater stage; I read the whole thing and then left it in the airbnb I was staying in when I finished it, because I felt I had taken what I wanted from it and couldn't really imagine wanting to read it again. It's certainly interesting to know how the sausage is made, but it's occasionally a bit depressing to look at Broadway largely from the perspective of the people for whom profit is the most important consideration.

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Jun. 12th, 2017 10:25 am
wendelah1: Philip and Elizabeth Jennings sitting on the bed of their hotel room in 1965, their backs to one another. (The Americans-beginnings)
[personal profile] wendelah1
Just three for today.

Literature

NPR: I told you I'd just finished New York 2140. There was a great interview with him on Science Friday: Kim Stanley Robinson Tackles How to Keep a Drowning City Afloat.

The New Republic: The Powerful Reticence of Elizabeth Bishop. The argument being made by some is that the poems and letters Bishop didn't want published in her lifetime shouldn't be put in print after her death, because if she had wanted that material published she would have done so herself. Okay, but if Emily Dickinson's surviving family had respected her last wishes, nearly all of her poems would have been burned after her death. Can you imagine?

Television

Vulture: TV Is Moving Away From Finale Fever — Which Is Making for Better TV. This piece is by Matt Zoller Seitz, my favorite critic, and I'm not sure I agree with him. See what you think.
Not too long ago, the ending was everything. It put a frame around the entire seasons-long adventure of watching a show. It made viewers argue, sometimes angrily, about whether the finale “stuck the landing” or just stunk. TV shows used to have to end on a note that satisfied everyone or risk being tarred as crushingly anticlimactic (Lost), incoherent (Battlestar Galactica), incoherent and pretentious (The Sopranos), or a violation of the spirit of everything that came before (Seinfeld). The arguments would rage on for weeks, months, even longer. In the case of David Chase’s gangster saga The Sopranos, which ended ten years ago this summer, the arguments have still not stopped.

Now, however, the ending is no longer the be-all and end-all of TV storytelling. With the final episode of The Leftovers, you may have wept grateful tears or thrown something at your screen in angry disappointment — but what you likely won’t do is carry the show’s ending around with you for years like sweet vindication or a festering grudge. You won’t do it when Twin Peaks: The Return ends. You won’t do it for The Americans, or Better Call Saul, or This Is Us. You might not even do it for The Walking Dead or Game of Thrones, ongoing hits that probably get closest to capturing the ride-or-die tribal factionalism of programs like Lost and The Sopranos.

So, I didn't watch The Sopranos, therefore I cannot comment on its ending. You thought everyone watched The Sopranos, didn't you? It was on a premium channel, plus I quit gangsters cold turkey after The Godfather, Part II. Following episode three, I didn't watch Lost, either. I was all Yes! to watching PLANE CRASH SURVIVORS ON A DESERTED ISLAND. But that initial enthusiasm rapidly changed to OMIGOD NO EFFING WAY?! once that premise was complicated by their crazy-ass supernatural reasons for it. Sadly, the section of my brain that allowed me to cope with that kind of plot was destroyed by The X-Files. As for Battlestar Gallactica, I quit in the middle of its third season, so I never made it to the "incoherent" finale. (I still bought the DVDS, though, the mark of a True Fan, even if I've never opened the box.)

However, I've been carrying resentment about the terrible final season of The X-Files around for over a decade now, as well the beyond terrible second movie, and the so-bad-there-is-no-word-for-how-bad-it-was revival series from 2015-16. Though I thought my beloved Fringe went downhill after the middle of the fourth season, I hold its finale close to my heart, because they made everything okay again. Well, nearly everything. I am still bitter about the death of a certain character whose first name is the last name of the greatest American President. Bastards.

Here's where I part company with MZS: I just don't understand how he can be so lackadaisical about The Americans. If its show runners don't tie up all of their dangling plot threads in a satisfactory manner in the final season, it won't be as though the series never existed a mere day after it airs, not for me it won't. Maybe Matt will have moved on, but I will be beside myself for months, if not years.

Between us, I'm already pretty unhappy with how things have been going for my characters this season, so unhappy, in fact, that I am seriously considering quitting the series today, still two episodes short of watching the season four finale (PLEASE NO SPOILERS IN COMMENTS). The problem is that I have a very specific series ending in mind, one that I feel the writers have been foreshadowing from the beginning. If they don't provide that kind of closure, then hell yes, I will be pissed off. For the sake of my mental health, I might be happier if I go ahead and break up with the series now.

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The 1x07 discussion post, "Windmills," is up at [community profile] rocinante.

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Happy Monday, everyone.

Ass over teacups

Jun. 10th, 2017 10:50 pm
newredshoes: Mae Mordabito sliding into a base (peaches | all the way mae)
[personal profile] newredshoes
So, if you haven't heard, THIS CHICK GOT ON A SKATEBOARD TODAY. I was the oldest person in the room (the teacher was 31 and super apologetic about it, which, dude, ain't no thing). I had frankly terrible luck getting some of the basics down. I really wish someone had been taping me, because I took basically every possible cartoonish pratfall, wipeout and spill. The skateboard would shoot out from under me at full speed! I overbalanced and landed on my (padded!) elbow! I flailed at something and could literally see my feet go up higher than my head! AND IT WAS GREAT.

Philosophical moment: There's something so great about learning that falling down is not nearly as bad as you think it's going to be, and also that it's inevitable and everyone will do it, especially as beginners. One big piece of advice was about leading with your shoulders; where your shoulders go, your body will follow, for good or ill. Your center of gravity is everything. Everything is physics. When something gels, it will feel like such a triumph. I was having a harder time than most just getting on the board and staying on it. I know about myself that when I try something new, I screw up a lot before I get it, something that frustrated me immensely about my overcrowded, non-feedback-giving improv experiences. By the end of the hour, though, I was able to rotate the board in a circle by popping (I think? it's about smacking one end of the board on the floor while rotating with your hips; there is so much terminology, holy cats). I went up a ramp! I went up two opposing ramps in a row! It was really fun! I think I may get the five-lesson package and just go every Saturday (or also Wednesday night; it really, really depends how messed-up my body feelings tomorrow morning — I know I've got some hilarious bruises and I definitely did something odd to my dominant hand's elbow).

After that, I lay beneath a tree in Prospect Park for an hour. It was great. I could have stayed right there a lot longer, except a dear friend from grad school (the one who drove my moving van through the night from Chicago to Brooklyn in the first place) has moved to Queens with his boyfriend, so I met up with them at the Astoria Bareburger and helped them... well, I cuddled their dog Flora and played tug-of-war with her, while they unpacked boxes, drank wine and sometimes stopped to watch The West Wing, which they'd never watched before.

Pretty much the only thing about today I think I didn't like was the spray-on sunscreen I thought I try in hopes of avoiding that one spot on your shoulderblade you can never reach yourself. Not yet convinced. But deeply, deeply happy about today.

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