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Feb. 24th, 2026 06:12 pm
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My previous post has turned into a bit of a collection of other people's experiences with arranging funerals and their customs, which was unintended but which I've actually been finding quite helpful. There is a surprising amount of comfort in it, even if I haven't been replying (and am unlikely to do, sorry). I hadn't expected that. Aside from grandparents, it's the first time for me that it has been quite so close a relation.

Turning Away

Feb. 24th, 2026 10:14 am
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 Ramadan has just started and my Signal group is having trouble finding enough protectors to fill evening slots. My Food Communists are talking about a $40,000 shortfall that may end their ability to feed people in hiding. March 1 is looming for people who haven't been able to pay rent and are facing evictions. Yet, local politicians are declaring victory and telling people it's time to "go shopping." 

Meanwhile, ICE is still being tracked throughout Saint Paul (and presumably Minneapolis, but I don't have access to those Rapid Response groups). Reports that I've seen seem to indicate that the majority of the activity has moved out to the less well organized smaller towns and suburbs. Though the "sexy" part of the resistance--the gas in the streets, the violent confrontations--has dried up, the danger to our immigrant communities is far from over. There is zero sense that ICE is actually leaving. They have switched to quieter, more subtle tactics. They've gone further afield. But make no mistake, they are very much still here.

Last night I went to a Singing Resistance meeting for an action that took place this morning. I managed to miss this morning's action because my GPS decided that it wanted to autocorrect Street to Avenue!  VERY DIFFERENT, GPS!  In fact, a very important distinction!!!  So, I ended up getting lost in downtown Minneapolis long enough to miss the gathering time.  But, what was interesting to me is that these Singing Actions have, in the past, brought thousands of people into the streets. Famously, they sang songs encouraging ICE agents to defect outside of some of the hotels hosting them. The action today was for rent relief and trying to get the city officials to consider a temporary rent moritorium, something they were very willing to do during COVID, but which they seem less willing to do for Black and brown folks (shocking, I know!)  At any rate, I went to the pre-planning/song rehersal last night with [personal profile] rachelmanija who is visiting right now and... it wasn't an empty church, but it also wasn't standing room only. The organizers kept saying, "I think more people will join us tomorrow." Well, I wasn't able to. I sure hope other people did. Otherwise, it's going to be pretty sparse. They will not fill City Hall, like they hoped.

But, this seems to be part of a trend. I'd noticed the day after it was announced that ICE was pulling out, my Food Communists was almost ghostly. Plenty of bags of groceries still needed filling, but the number of volunteers that showed up to do the work was less than half of the normal amount. More people have showed up since, but we are nowhere near our previous number. It seems to be the regulars and the die-hards again--although thankfully the Veterans for Peace are still guarding the doors for us.

I ran into some neighbors yesterday when I was walking home from the Communists and they were returning from a daily protest. They also noticed a significant lack of bodies. People were still there, but the crowd was thinner. It's worrying because we are all still very much holding our breaths.

I guess people are buying into the idea that we won and that it's all over. I mean, I would very much like that to be true? I'm just not sure it is and it's disheartening to see that the energy could not, in fact, be maintained.  Maybe people are just taking a breather. I hope that's the case. 

Two book bindings

Feb. 24th, 2026 10:33 am
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I finished up two projects this week, despite the snow (and despite the kids being home from school due to the snow)

First: Mo Du (Silent Reading) by Priest

A book bound in black, brown, and beige plaid, with a light brown leather spine, and small paper labels on both the spine and the outer edge of the cover. The label reads "Mo Du / priest / vol. 1"

This was typeset by @rainsfalling.tumblr for 2024's cnovel bookbinding exchange. I haven't read it yet, so my design choices don't have much to do with the contents (I started with the cat endpapers, found this plaid fabric on the same shopping trip, and designed the book around that combo.

Second: The Tiniest Heipaoshi by @tehfanglyfish.tumblr



This is a very fun fic in which Professor Shen's TA takes on some additional duties. I knew almost immediately after reading it that I wanted it to be a tiny book. It's a sewn-board binding styled after a composition notebook, with the title/initials in a sketched version of a fancier font, sort of inspired by Jiajia's closet cosplay version of Shen Wei's envoy robes in the fic. Happily I had some scrap paper left over from a previous project which matched both the canon vibes and the notebook look!

Many more pictures under the cut )


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Fic: take whatever you need to take and leave the rest
Chapters:
1/1
Fandom: The Pitt (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Melissa “Mel” King & Frank Langdon, Becca King & Melissa “Mel” King, Becca King & Frank Langdon
Characters: Frank Langdon, Melissa “Mel” King, Becca King, Michael “Robby” Robinavitch, Baran Al-Hashimi
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, well just slightly, set during season 2, branches off after episode 5, who is mel going to trust to treat her sister?, do you really need to ask?, frank needs someone to trust him, mel needs someone to reassure her, good thing they’re in the same space again
Summary:

“I’ll look her over,” Robby says.

“Um, thank you,” Mel says. “But, um, can Dr. Langdon do it?”

Frank isn’t sure which is more gratifying: Mel’s request or the expression on Robby’s face.

“Oh, we want Ms. King to have the very best care,” Robby says, voice a bit tight behind the jocularity. “She’s family, after all. I think I can spare a few minutes to make sure she’s okay.”

Fuck him. Frank’s hand flexes just as Mel’s jaw tightens. Becca’s eyes are darting around anxiously and she’s flapping both of her hands now.

“I appreciate that,” Mel says. “But I’d like Dr. Langdon to be the one to treat her.”

Her voice is steely in a way that Frank hasn’t heard from her before, her eyes fierce as she holds Robby’s gaze. A little shudder passes through Frank and he sucks in a deep breath even as he fights to keep his face neutral.

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Feb. 24th, 2026 10:45 am
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So yeah, I finished Stone Butch Blues last week and I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. I had braced myself for endless suffering, and there was so much suffering, but I am still so glad I read it.

There was almost nothing in it I related to (except being very pro-union lol) and much that I found perplexing (mostly the sex stuff--no shock there--and some of the ideas about gender that are quite dated but important), but I also learned a ton. I struggled with the first few chapters because I found the prose too...simple? That's not the right word. It just wasn't stylistically what I enjoy. Too many short sentences in a row. But I came to appreciate it as a way of evoking the voice of a working-class, (formally) uneducated woman who is struggling to find her place in the world.

The episodic nature of the book creates its own rhythm; it's essentially a book about a woman finding community and/or stability, then losing it (often in incredibly violent circumstances), sinking into depression, then fighting for it again, repeat repeat repeat. Jess and her friends are living their lives in a constant state of danger, and they know it. Most of the violence comes from the state (the police are the truest villains in the book) or through the powers of capital. It's a communist book, though it's not as overtly communist as I kind of expected being familiar with Leslie's politics and life. I thought it did a great job of handling the political stuff. I was particularly moved by the queerplatonic relationship between Jess and her neighbor, who is a transwoman, and I think it's significant that after a book about Jess trying to find a sexual/romantic partnership that works for her, the (hopeful) ending is found in this friendship and work in labor organizing. Community is complicated and messy but absolutely vital and the lines between romantic/sexual relationships, friendships, solidarity partnerships, etc. are blurred in ways that I think is really realistic.

I appreciated talking about this book in community with a bunch of queer women/nonbinary folks, and I was fascinated by the very different ways that we read Jess's gender identity in particular. Jess didn't fit into the categories offered by the time in which she was living (late 50s through late 70s), but even though we have a lot more categories and labels now, I don't think she really fits into any of them either, which I really appreciated.

Shoutout to the two scenes that made me cry:
the fire where Jess loses everything and the scene where she goes to the institution to visit the older butch who had inspired her as a kid. That last one TORE ME UP
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So yes, I have now read an important queer novel, and I'm glad I did.
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(I’ve no idea how much sense this will make if you don’t know the book in question.)

I’ve read Ursula K. Le Guin’s Always Coming Home many times—annually from when I was 16 till my mid-20s, and at least six times (probably more) since then. This time I made an experiment and read it out of order: I skipped Stone Telling’s first two sections until I reached her final section, then with greater social context read it all together, in a single day, before continuing on to the end.

I expected this to not work, but I was curious just how badly it wouldn’t work. The answer is, nowhere nearly as badly as reading chapters of The Dispossessed in internal chronological order, which utterly fails—that story is built around experiencing events in the order given. There is some loss of experience, as between her first and last sections there are pieces expecting you to have read her story beforehand (including a poem by Stone Telling), but it’s not as catastrophic as with The Dispossessed.

And now I know.

One thing that struck me this time: Pandora’s informant about Kesh medical practice is Alder of Chumo and Sinshan—the name Stone Telling’s husband had when she was still Woman Coming Home, who presumably found his third name, Stone Listening, at the same time she did. We don’t know exactly how long Pandora spent on her field studies, but that she has just the one informant suggests it wasn’t years upon years. And yet, the Archivist of the Madrone, when Pandora had only experienced enough of the Kesh to find their concepts of time confusing, knew of Stone Telling’s written narrative. Not a gotcha, but a hmmm.

I want to know more about Giver Ire’s daughter and Ire herself. They reappear more than anyone. Along with Thorn of Sinshan, they may be enough to constitute a reasonable Yuletide request.

(I still wonder how homosexual marriages, which are mentioned in passing only twice, work in practice in a tightly matrilocal culture.) (Pro tip to readers: the soundtrack of music and songs of the Kesh, which was included with the original publication on a cassette tape, is still available on Bandcamp.)

---L.

Subject quote from Freedom! ’90, George Michael.

The Revolutionists and Galinthias

Feb. 24th, 2026 10:11 am
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A busy weekend! I went to two shows, The Revolutionists and Galinthias.

The Revolutionists is a four-woman show set during the French Revolution. Playwright Olympe de Gouges is trying to write a play when her friend the Haitian rebel Marianne Angelie shows up asking for Olympe to write some pamphlets. Soon after, Charlotte Corday bursts in, asking Olympe to write some bitchin’ last words for her to speak on the scaffold after assassinating Marat. Last but not least, Marie Antoinette steals the show, a hilariously vapid and vain and yet pathos-filled figure.

Overall a lot of fun, although I must say I rolled my eyes whenever we veered into “this is a story about the Power of Stories (™)” territory. As a writer this theme surely ought to speak to me, and yet so often I feel that it’s asserted rather than demonstrated: the characters rattle on about the power of stories but the story if anything shows the opposite, given that three of the four heroines end up guillotined.

You might think the level of guillotining might make the play quite dark, but overall it’s funny and surprisingly upbeat. (For instance, when Olympe de Gouges dies, we get her last words and then a few different interpretations of her last words, starting with the urgent cry of “Please do my plays!”, which raised a laugh, because it arises so well out of her characterization up to that point.) Maybe a bit too upbeat? I’m not sure that “People are still telling your story centuries after you were guillotined, and isn’t that what matters?” actually is what matters. I for one would prefer not to be guillotined.

Galinthias is a recent play about a minor figure from Greek mythology: the midwife who delivered Hercules after Hera cursed his mother Alcmene with perpetual labor. In punishment for breaking the curse, Galinthias was in turn cursed to become a weasel.

However, in this retelling, Hecate has taken Galinthias under her protection, and one day a month, Galinthias gets to be human again. She uses her time as a human to act as a midwife and abortion provider, until young Xandra shows up all “I was raped by Poseidon! Can you get rid of the pregnancy?”

Galinthias is understandably reluctant to put herself in a position to be cursed by the gods yet again, but of course she ends up agreeing. They recruit Alcmene (not only Galinthias’s former queen, but also possibly her former girlfriend) and the three of them go on a quest that takes them across the Greek world. They visit Pythia, who sends them to Colchis where they meet terrifying but helpful Valley Girl Medea (“Daddy keeps killing people! It’s so boring!”), who sends them to the garden of the Hesperides where they have a slo-mo fight with a nymph who nearly strangles Galinthias with her own braid… Oh, and also Hecate has sent the Furies after them, because she’s so annoyed that her pet weasel ran away (still in human form) rather than come back as she is supposed to do.

Also lots of fun! Very funny, which is not necessarily what I expected when reading the synopsis which prominently content-warned the Themes of Sexual Violence. A solid adaptation. Perhaps reaching a bit too hard for contemporary relevance at times, but nonetheless deeply interested in Greek mythology and knowledgeable enough to explore it from new angles.

The Language of Liars, by S.L. Huang

Feb. 24th, 2026 08:42 am
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Review copy provided by the publisher.

This is a novella with a whole range of aliens with different language features, wildly different environments, etc. Several of my friends just stopped reading this review to go pre-order or request that their library do so. You are correct, if that is the sort of thing you like, this sure is that thing.

What it does less successfully, I think, is the twist ending. I feel like this is a book that is for people who like science fiction about aliens, but for me, as soon as I knew the premise, I knew the ending, and I was correct. So if you're reading for the aliens, come on in; if you're reading for a clever twist you did not see coming, this is not that novella, that is not where Huang spent time and energy.

It's (Not) A Gundam!

Feb. 24th, 2026 07:36 am
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Help me pick my next* build! (*Well, I have the Destiny Astray to finish, whatever I'm making for 30ML Day, the other contest, and possibly some other small decompression builds. Which is fine, it means I can leave this poll open for a bit.)

These kits are all not Gundams, nor are they made by Bandai. There's a frustrating habit in the hobby, both by the folks who build the kits and the folks selling them, to lump all these kits under "Third Party", "Indie Plamo", or just "ChinaPla" even though not all of the makers are Chinese. I haven't decided on a preferred term, but I'm leaning towards just listing the maker or if I need to refer to a larger whole, "Other Kits" or "Non-Bandai".

Poll #34288 It's (Not) A Gundam!
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 4


Which Non-Bandai Kit Should I Build Next?

View Answers

Blue Estailev (Orange Cat/Wave)
2 (50.0%)

Oberon (Mecha Core Industry)
2 (50.0%)

Baphomet Demon Phantom (Cang Toys)
0 (0.0%)

Fire Lord (SNAA)
0 (0.0%)

Apocalypse (Vientiane Fusion)
0 (0.0%)

Mandala (CaesarWorks)
0 (0.0%)

Yunsheng Y-20 (Xiwanshe)
0 (0.0%)

Genesis (Infinite Dimension)
1 (25.0%)

Gus (ZZZA)
0 (0.0%)

Valkyrie (Eddas)
1 (25.0%)

Edelstein II (Moderoid/Good Smile)
1 (25.0%)

Cannon Shadow (Soul Vogue)
0 (0.0%)

Oracle (Zao Workshop)
1 (25.0%)

Star Eternal (Iron Toys)
0 (0.0%)

Frame Arms W2 Spectre:RE (Kotobukiya)
0 (0.0%)



More info on each kit + links to listings/pictures )

Anyway, there's lots more conversation about non-Bandai and non-Gundam kits to be had, but here's a start. ^_^

time to shovel!

Feb. 24th, 2026 07:59 am
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There sure is Some Snow out there... time to clear off the porch and put the bird feeders back out!
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Epstein files )

A Visit

Feb. 24th, 2026 10:18 am
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Yesterday was a pleasant if slightly serious day. A few weeks ago, a friend of mine experienced a slight but constant pain in her back between her shoulders. It stopped when she paused doing stuff, proof, were any needed, that activity is a dubious friend. She went to the doctor, tests were done, all was well, ECG fine, but the medic was still troubled, something didn't 'feel right', and ordered an angiogram.

That was when the need for a triple bypass was discovered. Some kind of hereditary problem. Stents were a possibility but they would need replacing, so instead they decided to use arterial material from within her leg to create the bypass. They didn't need it all, so she said they could use the rest in research. Question I dared not ask: if they use leg arteries, what happens when the legs need blood? Of course there's more than one blood conduit in a lower limb, but I am ignorant on the subject. She was in a bind, I think, a naturally very chatty person at once wanting and fearing to talk about it. Far more cheerful for her were her tales of the other patients, the doctors and nurses and doings on the ward. She says she gets better each day, and there's hope she can join us for the games night some chums hope to host this weekend, but if I am any judge of expression, her fatigue quickly overpowers her eagerness. My sense is that Games Night will be too much.

We left having brought gifts of puzzles, a crochet flower, and The Number One Ladies Detective Agency. We wanted to bring these to the hospital, but R caught something covid-like and it seemed too risky.

And last night? A dream of Daft Bint sitting down glowering to inform me and some other people that she was going to Crete to find Chokmah and copyright it. I couldn't help smiling and she turned to me with some asperity, demanding to know what I found so funny. I kept my temper, spoke a little about those who had tried, in the past, tried to copyright concepts, but whether or not she heard anything is another matter. She was in a foul temper about something, and I couldn't help wondering what Cretan Zeus would do with such a cheerful visitor. Before or after this I was in a market I know well in my dreamworld, it changes but you can buy a lot of things there, including perfectly useless junk. However, it attaches to a kind of museum street, and from there is a mausoleum I keep almost visiting. It has something to do with Rome, there is a path under the earth I should get to but never quite do, and sure enough, I didn't this time either.
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Title: Whatever It Takes
Fandom: War of the Worlds (1988-90)
Author: [personal profile] badly_knitted
Characters: Debi, Kincaid, Suzanne, Harrison Blackwood.
Rating: PG
Setting: Totally Real.
Summary: Trapped in a virtual reality game, Debi’s life is in peril.
Word Count: 300
Content Notes: Nada.
Written For: Challenge 507: Amnesty 84, using Challenge 44: Games.
Disclaimer: I don’t own War of the Worlds, or the characters. They belong to their creators.
A/N: Triple drabble



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Title: Necessary Evil
Fandom: War of the Worlds (1988-90)
Summary: A lot has changed since the aliens resurrected, Blackwood most of all.



Nature Notes

Feb. 24th, 2026 08:22 am
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 Our daffodils are coming into their strength. I planted a load in '24 and a load more in '25. They're my favourite flower- at least in part because they start appearing in the wintriest time of the year. I see the first daffodil and think, "And now it's Spring!" 

We've had no snow in Eastbourne- we rarely do, but we have had lots of rain. We were driving up Seaside on Sunday and there was water mushrooming out from an overtaxed drain and flooding the road.....

We've floated the idea that Wendy should take over our garden and grow vegetables. It would be a win-win arrangement. We need someone to take the garden in hand and she needs somewhere to grow things. I'm not a gardener. I plant shrubs and bulbs and then more or less let them get on with it. Also I cut the grass- but I'd be happy for there to be less grass to be bothered with. So long as she leaves the daffodils in place she can have a free hand.

There seem to be fewer pigeons about. Maybe they're off sourcing nesting sites. There are however rather more gulls because Roselands with all its chimney stacks is a nesting site. I love pigeons, I love gulls, I only wish we attracted more of the smaller birds than we do.....

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