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Thursday, 9 October 2025 17:40
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I put up my winter curtains. The living room is certainly darker. Cozy? Well, certainly darker.

Thursday 9th October 2025

Thursday, 9 October 2025 22:54
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I had a long day, full of meetings and people talking too much. The last was a focus group that went on too long because of one person talking too much and not following the very specifically stated brief: I said we're here to give recommendations to decision-makers and service providers, and this guy did what he always does which is "here's how I get around that by being Resilient and taking individual responsibility for this systemic problem! Cool story, bro.

After a day like that, with an ending like that, it was very sweet to get a message from my favorite person on my favorite team (mine). Our manager has asked her to work with me on the latest report, so this morning I asked if we could arrange a meeting and it'll be tomorrow morning. So at the very end of the day today, she sends me this:

Hi, this is just a message to tell you that I have reread [the last report, 2 of 3]. I now have an overwhelming urge to tell you that you are such a smart cookie. The report is brilliant and incredibly comprehensive. I'm quite intimidated in supporting you with [report 3 of 3]. Anyway this is me belatedly telling you that you are an awesome [our job title] and maybe you could eat a celebratory chocolate biscuit and pat yourself on the back.

A few sentences like that go a long way!

Fierce as the Baltic sea

Thursday, 9 October 2025 12:55
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It is my birthday. I am forty-four years old, the age some fictional character must be. I woke to a pair of packages, one from [personal profile] nineweaving that proved to be Vaughn Scribner's Merpeople: A Human History (2020) and from my parents which was a DVD of The Sea Wolf (1941). Hestia was a small black round of purr like an extra present at the foot of the bed. It is bright and brisk and cloudless as all the classical autumns outside.

Well, That Was A Thing

Thursday, 9 October 2025 08:59
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 That was an expensive lunch!

A very good lunch but  I've never had a pricier one- or, at least, not that I've paid for myself. 

French, nouvelle cuisine, leisurely....

And the most horrendous indigestion afterwards.

Still I'm glad to have had the experience.

I want what's true

Wednesday, 8 October 2025 23:49
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Most of the Draconids we saw tonight were short flashes like Morse in the mind of the dragon, but even through the faint haze and the half-sky shine of the harvest moon just past, we saw two true long-tailed fireballs like dragon-stars, streaking through Lyra and Boötes. Their radiant stands in Eltanin and Rastaban, the dragon's eyes. Meteors, too, feel like a gift for an erev birthday. I still dream one will earth itself in a field while I am watching.

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Wednesday, 8 October 2025 18:25
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So, I’ve been in this place for a year now. I know what to expect weather wise. Know that the backyard needs outside help. Know which grocery stores to go to for various things. I’m still hesitant to go over to Eugene which seems much busier to me and is full of one way streets.

Winter will be closing in. Wearing a jacket to go out now. Thinking about digging out the heater to install in the bedroom. The cats are sleeping on the bed at night instead of the cool wood floor. Also, sometimes lying against my leg, that little radiator. I’m buying bird seed to put out in the coming months.

The recent sky has puzzled me. There were no clouds, at all. Just a bowl of blue (before the rain came). I found that so odd.

I remembered I have winter curtains to put up. Insulated. Will have to get around to that.

The cats have discovered the hilarity of middle of the night unrolling the toilet paper roll. In the morning I discover a wad of paper on the floor. Fun for Everybody!

I’ve ordered some ginger cookies from a place in Philly. Nostalgia, though I never liked them much when I was young. My taste buds were more sensitive then and these are intense cookies. At least they were and I had a sudden desire to taste them again. They mean Fall to me as well.
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[personal profile] a_reasonable_man thought I could use a talisman and brought me a 1923 Peace dollar that belonged most likely to his grandfather's second wife. It's as old as my grandmother would be. I have buttoned it inside my coat. It's a treasure.

Ask Miriam (And Dylan)....

Wednesday, 8 October 2025 17:11
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 We asked Miriam, because she is wise in these matters, how we could tell someone who is being clingly and manipulative and stalkery how to fuck off without hurting their feelings.

And her answer was so simple: "Tell them you're sorry, but you already have a full slate of people you're committed to and you can't give them what they want...."

Yeah.....

Or as Dylan wrote and sang, "It ain't me, babe; it ain't me you're looking for...."

But I'm No Gardener

Wednesday, 8 October 2025 08:30
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 Two skip-loads of rubble and miscellaneous junk have been extracted over the weeks from the garage conversion. The second- and last- of the skips was removed this morning. The forecourt will look bare without it.....

We have a large forecourt- and it's mostly paved- which is convenient if we have visitors with cars but is otherwise wasted space. Most of our neighbours have nice little front gardens- and I'd like to have one of too. A little lawn, generously filled with flowering shrubs and the appropriate annuals. The house at the corner has a front garden which fills up in the season with bright orange Californian poppies. Oh, but they're glorious.....

For when the heart's a sinking stone

Tuesday, 7 October 2025 23:24
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He said, I'm just out of hospital,
but I'm still flying.

—H.D., "R.A.F." (1941)

I had a lot of help—I was that sort of chap.
—Margery Allingham, The China Governess (1962)

Northbound and once again rear-facing for all the good that selecting my seat in advance did me, I watched the trees start to change beyond the gravel-span of the tracks from late southerly green to the occasional bright lick of Halloween leaves, as if the train were coming in to autumn. [personal profile] spatch met me at the station with a roast beef sandwich. Hestia sniffed me all over intently and then licked my nose: I was acceptable despite a week in the company of other cat. I spent the rest of the night in a sort of liquescent state and reconstituted myself this afternoon just enough for a doctor's appointment, after which I promptly decohered for several hours again.

It was such a good trip. It was low-key, which was literally what the doctors ordered. I sat on a bench with my godchild and watched him sketch in his lesser notebook. I slept into the afternoon and no one cared that I often napped after just about any exertion from a walk around the block to dinner out at a Balkan market that served me a pljeskavica that it was doing its best to be bigger than my head and the first can of Schweppes Bitter Lemon I have seen in a store for years. I ate several species of fancy tinned fish. I did not manage to get to a museum with [personal profile] selkie, but all things considered it may have been even better that we spent so much time just hanging out, mostly on the couch where one night my godchild came down to impart weird medical facts before returning to bed. Because he's reading it in English class, I left the first two lines of the Odyssey written for him on the refrigerator in dry-erase marker and Homeric Greek. I took many fewer photos than usual, but have my favorite: my godson, the Star.



I did not get a picture somewhere in Connecticut of the old fender pier of a swing bridge so overgrown with trees and brush, it had become an oak-trussed island, like the prow of a ship burial, but it was the best thing I saw on the return train. Changes in circumstances still being assimilated, but at least I was somewhere loving when they hit.

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Tuesday, 7 October 2025 19:55
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I had a good pair of days in New York. Sunday I spent much of in the Natural History Museum, which I was in a dozen years or so ago, but since then they've added a lot, including a butterfly vivarium, before getting into the pop-up shop and getting myself a Mighty Nein t-shirt. I wore it the next day, first to the New York Public Library, where I went to see their exhibition of various items from their collection, to very old medieval tomes to materials related to various Broadway productions, then found their gift shop and bought myself a 2026 calendar of New Yorker cartoons, then to the local Drunk Shakespeare Society's performance of Drunk Dracula, where one of the ushers expressed their appreciation for it, nor was I the only person of the audience in one of the shirts from the pop-up. Drunk Dracula wasn't quite what the blurbs claimed, with the drunk member of the cast not really standing out much amid all their antics, but it was fun to watch.
And just being in New York City makes me happy. By the time I ended up getting myself one of their new metro cards, I did so knowing I was coming back at some point next year. If I don't make it to San Diego, I'm definitely going back to NYCC then. I might just go even if I do. I watched the Critical Role backstage stream after getting back this afternoon, and found myself feeling sad less because I'm not at the live show tonight and more just because I'm not in New York City any more.
But a couple hours later I got a notification that couldn't help but make me happy tonight: I've been podficced again! deepestbluesky podficced Knitting for the Chromatic Characters Podfic Anthology.

Stornoway Road Trip 2025: The Journey Up

Wednesday, 8 October 2025 00:47
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Recently, I went away with [personal profile] mother_bones and [personal profile] cosmolinguist to Scotland. This is a roughly annual trip to see V's son L who lives up there. He works in a hotel in Stornoway, and can only get time off out of season, so we usually go up in mid to late September after most of the cruise ships have stopped. Between the last ferry sailing from Ullapool to the island being about 5pm, the 8-10 hour journey and V's difficulty with mornings, it takes us two days to get up there and two days to get back.

On the way up, we planned to stop off in Stirling, in a hostel which had a room for 3 adults. We got stuck in a very long tailback after a lorry had shed its load, so I can now say that I've had a nap in the fast lane of the M6. This meant we got to Stirling later than planned, and had takeout delivered to our hostel. E and I went to explore the town, making our way up to the castle despite the late hour, enjoying the dark hilly streets. We stopped off for a pint in The Portcullis at the castle, and spotted the looming silhouette of the Star Pyramid which deserves a future look.

The morning after, we drove out of Stirling past The National Wallace Monument but didn't stop there. After a couple of hours driving we broke for lunch at the Ralia Cafe, a traditional haunt for us. I took a photo of E standing by the metal Highland Cow statue outside. I picked up a leaflet for the Highland Folk Museum in the next town, just off our route, and we stopped for a while to inspect a number of rebuilt and recreated buildings in a field, including a traditional Hebridean blackhouse. Weirdly, we ran into some Mancunians who recognised me and E from the Queer Kiki drinks on Thursday which we've only attended twice!

We hit our big snag as we were on the road between Inverness and Ullapool - the evening ferry was cancelled with about an hour's notice. This left us stranded with nowhere to sleep, along with a few hundred other people. We tried phoning around hotels and B&Bs in Ullapool itself but everywhere was booked out. Eventually I found a hotel in Strathpeffer, almost as far back as Inverness, where we could stay for the night. We grabbed fish and chips and a pint in Ullapool, then doubled back for an hour's driving before collapsing in bed...

Hypernormalization and hijack

Tuesday, 7 October 2025 21:07
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I woke up this morning and didn't want to go to work because I was scared. My body was scared, after yesterday.

I am so used to this feeling from previous jobs and stuff: the physical way the anxiety settles into my arms and legs and chest and head, my skin and muscles and eyes and everywhere, it gets everywhere. But I don't remember if I'd ever felt it in this job -- or if I have, it's been in recognition of a high-stakes day (an important person I need to impress, a big deadline) or something unpleasant (a meeting I don't want to chair).

Today looked perfectly innocuous according to my calendar and my to-do list. But then so did yesterday, and that didn't protect me.

When I finally got out of bed, I would've been late for the usual morning meeting, and we were supposed to have a team meeting today too, but luckily my manager was working elsewhere all morning so neither happened. It was such a gift, this nice gentle start to the day and a few hours that were free of the possibility of such scariness.

And I did have a meeting that included my manager this afternoon so we interacted normally. That helped my body and brain a little too.

I had counseling after work, and of course I had lots to talk about. Sometimes I feel like I just talk too much and don't get enough of my counselor's perspective that I'm paying so much for: I am happy to pay for some thoughts that aren't already in my own head, and then I hardly let her get a word in edgewise while I babble about how the struggles in politics, my workplace and even my baseball fandom are all leaving me struggling under hypernormalization.

Anyway, at the end she was able to make the point that my nervous system has been activated a lot, and it shuts down the frontal lobe where stuff like communication happens, leaving you only with fight-or-flight type shit (or freeze or fawn, my usual two). She wasn't surprised that I was unable to speak a few times yesterday. So that was reassuring, because as the world's most talkative person, who doesn't know what I'm thinking/feeling if I can't talk (or write here) about it, it's so rare and uncomfortable to end up unable to speak! It does feel like a goddam Racacoonie situation so I'm also soothed by the fact that the internet seems to call this "amygdala hijack." Hijack is the exactly right word for it!

Anyway my counselor also told me that connection with other people is a great way to address this. I had told her about listening to the old friend telling me about life in one of the cities where Trump has sent the National Guard, the Jewish guy we made friends with on Sunday... She said this is great, and that was a perspective that I wouldn't have otherwise that's useful and good for me now. But of course it's not just about such worthy connections: spending Saturday with some of my favorite people was also good for me, catching them up on the goofy details of my almost-accidental hookup since I hadn't seen them since it happened a couple of months ago -- even reminding myself of that day enough to tell them about how it came about left me in a noticeably better mood for a couple hours after.

These are long-term mitigations of course; in the short term she talked about breathing and how exhaling for longer than you inhale can help. This amused the hell out of me just because it was only last night that D was talking about recognizing the breathing count (one or two beats longer on the exhale than the inhale) from our yoga instructor being present in what he was doing at the time, which was the Guided Meditation event in Fallout 76, of all things.

The next time some well-meaning person asks "Have you tried yoga?" you should ask them "Have you tried the Mothman Cult?"

Citizens of Nowhere

Tuesday, 7 October 2025 19:51
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Book Review: Borderlines A History of Europe in 29 Borders, by Lewis Baston
Baston begins in a heavily qualified manner, observing that there have been no international borders on the British mainland for hundreds of years, and that by implication we have no day-to-day experience of them, with international travel being a relatively exceptional event. Of course, he then goes on in the first chapter proper to discuss the border between Northern Ireland and the Republic of Ireland, the first of many cases where British (and presumably, for the most part, English) politicians and civil servants drew straight lines across maps to "solve" a problem, neglecting the local difficulties of farms or roads wiggling their way from one side to the other and back again. This is one of the borders in the book (the other is the border between France and Germany) that has had its fair share of problems, but is now calm.

More light-hearted is the surreal situation of Baarle-Nassau and Baarle-Hertog, where medieval land deals have left a series of enclaves and exclaves. Here some properties even straddle an international border. Baston discusses things such as shopping regulations, shared utilities and culture, and quirks such as divergent Covid regulations during the pandemic.

More of the book is devoted to borders in central and eastern Europe, and here there's often a chill in the air. With the three Baltic states in the Schengen area, the borders between them are soft, but in each the border with Russia is hard. The borders of many countries were moved after the First World War, and again after the Second World War. Baston perhaps looks through rose-tinted spectacles at the Austro-Hungarian empire, arguing that nationality was a secondary concern in such a melting pot, but maybe the Hapsburgs understood the balancing act better than some of their successors. For many years Poland had concerns that post-war Germany would reinstate claims on its eastern border; and the concept of a Greater Hungary still lingers in some political circles.

Baston sees borders as places of arbitrage, legitimate or otherwise, and repeatedly makes argument that the people in these zones have less affinity to a nation state than those located more centrally within it. I think that's an over-generalisation. Sometimes the distant national capital is irrelevant, and local relations across the border carry sway; but sometimes it's definitely a case of "us" on this side of the border and "them" on the other.

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