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Aug. 6th, 2025 02:19 pm
jazzfish: Owly, reading (Owly)
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Oh hey, I meant to write this all up last week. Well. It's more interesting this week.

What are you reading now?

The Count of Monte Cristo, translated by Robin Buss. Someone, presumably on Mastodon, recommended this translation specifically a few years ago, and I made a note of that but not of why. An internet search reveals that it's the only translation of the complete book; all others are working from an abridgement bowdlerization from 1846.

It's great, of course. The Three Musketeers is Dumas's most famous novel, but I would bet money that there have been more adaptations and retellings of Monte Cristo. It's a universal story. Heck, The Crow is a Monte Cristo retelling.

I read it once in the late nineties and enjoyed it. Sometime in childhood I read the chapter detailing Edmond's escape from the Chateau d'If, where he disguises himself as the dead abbé to get the jailers to carry him outside. I froze in delicious terror at the absolutely chilling line "The sea is the graveyard of the Chateau d'If." Unclear why I didn't seek out the rest of the book at the time, when that one chapter was so great.

What did you just finish reading?

Emily Tesh's latest, The Incandescent, about a teacher at a contemporary Magic School. It's spectacular. It's not quite as vehement as Naomi Novik's Scholomance trilogy but it still gets in some solid criticism of The System, and I think the worldbuilding hangs together a bit better than Scholomance's. It shares with Scholomance a feeling that the latter third is suddenly very different, but in Incandescent that's more obvious and with a very very good reason. Highly recommended. I suspect I shall reread soonish so I can figure out whether I think it all hangs together metaphorically as well as ... whatever the opposite of metaphorically is, in-the-world-of-the-book.

(I have a theory, which is by no means an original theory, that if a writer does not consciously direct her themes and metaphors they will tend to reinforce the prevailing social order of the time she is writing in, which may or not be a desired result.)

Before that, Elizabeth Bear's Lotus Kingdoms trilogy. These are ... fine? The characters are great (I don't entirely believe Chaeri's heel-turn but that might just be me), the first book has a lot of moving everyone into position but once they're there the trilogy does not drag. I think this just caught me at a moment when I am spectacularly disinterested in powerful people complaining about how stressful it is to be powerful, and there is a lot of that. But: if you're looking for some colourful secondary-world fantasy, these are absolutely that, and excellent examples of it.

What do you think you'll read next?

I'm nine chapters into the 117 of Monte Cristo. "Next" seems like a very long ways away. Having said that, I'm carrying around a paperback of Morgan Locke (Laura Jo Mixon)'s 2011 shoulda-been-award-winning SF novel Up Against It in case my devices fail me, so hopefully not that but maybe.

doing things, mostly foodish

Aug. 4th, 2025 05:29 pm
jazzfish: Jazz Fish: beret, sunglasses, saxophone (Default)
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When I hit up the dollar store for wax paper for my Ogre gluing, so I wouldn't drip glue on everything, I also picked up a long roll of aluminum foil. For reasons that are unclear to me the grocery store will only sell foil in rolls that are slightly shorter than the short side of a (half-pan) baking sheet.

Normally when I make bacon I do it in the oven, on a baking sheet covered in foil. Normally I have to fold up the edges of the foil manually. Normally some bacon grease leaks out anyway and I have to carefully clean the baking sheet.

This morning I used the long roll of foil, and it covered the entire sheet with overlap on all sides. Near as I can tell no grease leaked through.

It's kind of astounding how having the right tools can improve one's life.



Ogres remaining: one that requires surgery, five more that require colour choice and thought, and three that require both. I'm honestly a little startled that it's almost done. This has been an enjoyable project: it's not so fiddly that I get frustrated at my inability to do fine motor work, and it's producing tangible objects.



This afternoon I decanted the vanilla extract I put up last summer. I'm less optimistic about this. The cinnamon extract I did in the fall was cinnamony enough but also pretty harsh, due I assume to using cheap vodka. Half the vanilla is likewise cheap vodka (though a different kind), so maybe that will turn out alright; the other half is spiced rum, and I have no idea how well that will do. At least it's only a dozen small bottles, instead of the twenty-odd of cinnamon that I need to do something with.

French toast tomorrow morning should give me some indication of quality, at least.

I also spent an hour or so scraping/squeezing "caviar" out of the beans to make vanilla sugar. This was an extremely annoying process that I do not recommend to anyone: removing sticky goop from slick wet beans is not a good time. But I am now prepared to make an awful lot of vanilla sugar. Just need to figure out where I'm storing it. Probably in one of my tall plastic bins: making one smell faintly of vanilla is unlikely to be a downside.

Next steps there are to let the scraped caviar sit until tomorrow so it dries out (possibly with an assist from the oven on low heat), blending it all into a small amount of sugar, and then mixing that into the full amount. The recipe I have calls for "one cup of sugar per vanilla bean". Online varies between one and two cups per bean, so that's a good starting point. Thing is, I undercounted woefully last time; I used eighty vanilla beans in the extract. These are small beans, so, sure, cut that in half. I used forty full beans to make the extract, that's twenty cups of sugar, at 200g a cup that's four kilos of vanilla sugar. That ... should tide me over for awhile. Get some pint or half-pint jars, that's much of xmas sorted.

Then I have the mostly-empty bean pods that I should do something with. I'm currently letting them air dry as well. I guess I could snip them up small and mix them into some (more) sugar.

Onward.

I'm in love with a goddess <3

Aug. 3rd, 2025 05:26 am
sorcyress: Drawing of me as a pirate, standing in front of the Boston Citgo sign (Default)
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The last time I saw SJ Tucker perform live, so many things about my life were different.

Last time I saw her live was in 20176, at New York Faerie Fest (an event I'd really love to get back to someday, and I'm kinda bummed the timing just never works out, but end of the school year is _hard_ with burnout). I hadn't realized it was that far back --I did some checking of dates and the like, because sometimes it is very nice to have your entire history stored online1 in an easy-to-access format.

So wow, I can add to the "things that were different last time I saw my favourite artist perform live" that I was technically still employed by the fucking private school. It wasn't just "before the weekend that Everything Changed", it was a whole year earlier than that.

The last time I saw s00j perform live, I was still dating her ex2. :P

And I wasn't dating 60% of my current partners. I was still dating Sparr. I was living not in nBs or DanzaHausa but in ARSES. I did not yet have a therapist, which means Jenn is gonna get a hell of an infodump next week because have I mentioned s00j to her before? not sure!

But anyways, the me who was seeing her tonight was not the same as the me who saw her last, and yet and yet and yet. I didn't cry through the entire show, which is good (there wasn't a space for me to dance, so I couldn't manifest proper my own power to counter hers). I did cry uncontrollably through Little Bird and Wonders, which is good.

She was double-teaming with Ginger Doss, who I'd not heard before, and who has a beautiful voice, the kind that makes fellow enbies perk up and think positive thoughts about what that can mean for them. (The last time I saw s00j perform live, I didn't sing and that's such a fascinating and important shift in my own life).

And the thing that is the same between me then and me now is that she is still my favourite artist. Pretty sure if you'd asked me at any point in these nine years "hey Sor, who's your favourite musical artist" her name would cross my lips. That hasn't stopped or changed. She is still passionately important to me, and her music is still a huge part of who I am.

So it was really fucking good to see her, but honest-to-god, nothing made it as clear how much I have grown-the-fuck-up in the last decade as doing so. Because yeah, I still cried, but after I could hug her and exchange banter and be friendly (she said "hi Kat!" and even if she just got a reminder of my name from the very short guest list, that kicks ass). I'm not ever gonna match a goddess on her own turf, but I've reached a point where I no longer have to be weird about visiting her there.

It's nice to not spend the entire concert sobbing, yanno?

There's another concert tomorrow night (they said, at an hour small enough that tomorrow starts to feel meaningless) and I think it will be nice to go to that too. And it's a good reminder that there've been concerts and livestreams in between and I've been not as good about attending those as I once was, and I should really get back into it.

The me is different, and the her is different (hell, last time I saw her she had not yet made a whole-ass human) but sometimes the mood stays. The good parts stay.

(Persist, resist, and bloom <3)

~Sor
MOOP!

1: Okay, not my *entire* history, but I did see the post I made where I was first squeeing about kissing Austin, and boy, I never have really been subtle about that sort of thing, have I?

2: A thing I'm not sure I've ever connected publicly in this journal, but yeah, if you've been a long time follower and remembered some particular cryptics, that's what it was? Iunno.


SetList:
Roses in the Rocks
Little Bird
[two Ginger songs - She Wolf and Hippie Pocket]
Wonders
Believe in Lullabies
[two Ginger songs - Talisman, Gaia Lives]
La Sirene
Chalk on the Sidewalk
[Ginger/s00j collab - Ma Belle]
Wild Times
[Ginger song - Thankful]

(I originally wrote "as best as I can remember" but hey, when you are crammed up in the very front row, and you notice someone holding a notebook that looks like a setlist and then they foolishly put it down on the ground, you're gonna take a picture. The only memory part was remembering the bits s00j swapped out and what for, but I've got that)

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Aug. 1st, 2025 01:54 am
sorcyress: Drawing of me as a pirate, standing in front of the Boston Citgo sign (Default)
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I am visiting my mom, and it feels good to help them actually accomplish things around the house.

See, my grandparents died back in March, and that means that my mother currently owns a substantial amount of their _stuff_ that needs going through. Some of it is being kept, because it's cool or sentimental. Most of it is going to the thrift store because we don't actually need, like, all their clothing or whatever. This is a hell of a sorting task we've got on.

And I helped out going through everything in the garage! There's now a large pile of things to go directly to the dump (which is a Saturday project) and there's one bin full of laptops/electronics that need to go to Aunt Sara to go through, and one bin full of papers that are (probably) super recycleable but might not all be. And everything else got hauled in one of two van-loads to the thrift shop! We did it! There is still heaps and heaps of this project to do, but we actually did one substantial piece of it.

I'm going to be taking just masses of pens and some pairs of scissors and a few rulers, which is wonderful to have good classroom stuff. And a few other neat things --I continue to collect my grandfather's handkerchiefs, and I may be about to own my dead-grandma-Ruth's copy of the Joy of Cooking1, we have to check with Sara.

Tomorrow I'm going to wander over to Veronica's house to hang out and co-work --possibly that looks like doing useful digital tasks like organizing photos, plausibly that's me playing Stardew Valley while she does real work. We'll see. And then Saturday evening I'm going to an itty-bitty s00j house concert (omg so excited) and then Sunday and Monday and Tuesday are just working days again to keep going through boxen from the shed. It's a nice project to be a part of, because I am always nosy and like looking at _stuff_.

And it feels good to be helpful, yes I have it to a sin sometimes, but sometimes it's just a virtue to be able to make other people's lives easier. To look at someone and continually say "let's do something productive", to help encourage those jobs that are continually in want of being done to actually be so. It feels nice that I am helping!

That's what I've got. Goodnight, friends. Keep taking care of each other.

~Sor

MOOP!

1: Dead-Grandma-Ruth is not Grandma Brin, my grandda's second wife who I knew. She's my mom's mom, who died when my mom was in college, because fuck cancer, and never met my da or me. She was, by all accounts, fucking cool as hell.
jazzfish: Jazz Fish: beret, sunglasses, saxophone (Default)
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Still here. Still applying for jobs, now including tech writer jobs. So far I've gotten ... a single initial-phone-screen. The economy really is shit.

Marker-edging and gluing all the Ogre Designer's Edition models proceeds apace. I've discovered that, mm, around ten twenty-five, sheesh percent of the tank models were miscut in ways that will require Surgery. The models are constructed out of cardboard punch-outs, with notches in them that slide together to go at right angles. Except that for some of them, the die didn't punch straight down, it punched down at an angle. Which results in leaning, drunk-looking cybertanks. I've maybe another dozen to do that were cut properly, including ... eight? eight where I'll get to be Creative on the marker-edging colour. Then I guess I take a craft knife to some of the notches, and hopefully manage to adjust them to be less drunk, with minimal bloodshed.

Depending on how I'm feeling I may consider marker-edging all thousand-some counters as well. When I write it out like that it seems less likely. On the other hand it would look really good.

I am managing to keep myself more or less functional, mentally/emotionally as well as task-completion-y. I've been going out biking several days a week. Today I made it out to Central Park, a ride of 8 mostly-uphill km that takes me about an hour (and forty minutes to ride back), and sat under the trees and had a picnic lunch and a bit of a meditation. It was good. Getting out is a struggle, especially when it's been over 25C most days, but it's always, always, worth it.

Been doing some yoga as well. My tolerance / ability to convince myself to do yoga seems to cap out around 30-40 minutes. So I'm getting through the entire standing sequence but only a couple of the floor sequence stretches, and none of the cooldowns (except savasana, of course). Might benefit from accepting that this is how long I can talk myself into this, and shortening the sequence so I get the whole thing, even if it's less of it.

I got out my bass last night as well. I am unsurprisingly terrible, but surprisingly less terrible than I'd expected. When I was teaching myself back in, jeez, 2021 I guess, I developed some rudimentary technique, and that seems to have stuck at least a little bit. I'm curious as to whether I'll be able to get anywhere with self-teaching.

Reading, too, but that can wait til tomorrow as is proper.

I hope you're well.

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