vital functions
Jul. 19th, 2020 11:16 pmReading. ( Jane Austen, Martha Wells, Ibram X. Kendi )
Watching. Two episodes in to Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. I'm glad I'm going into it knowing it's good and self-aware: given what we've seen so far I'm bracing for uncritical presence of some pretty unpleasant tropes, and it's a relief to know that's not actually the direction we're going even as I can't entirely put the worry down. I had entirely failed to osmose the existence of the opening framing, the underlying logic of the musical numbers, and I'm charmed by it.
Listening. The Magnus Archives. I was intending to flesh out my thoughts on 176 but actually it's bedtime, so, here they are over at![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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Playing. A game of Scrabble with Adam! He trounced me, again. (I got almost all the high-scoring tiles but generally uncooperative hands, which was annoying.)
PoGo: Thursday was ridiculous, in that in quick succession I caught (1) a shiny Klink (!!! much excitement), (2) a shiny Mr. Mime (WHY ME. NO.), and (3) a shiny Pidgey. Community day: twelve shiny Gastly, plus three high-IV 'uns.
Horn: Ongoing experiments with stamina and core muscles and shoulders, basically, during which I established that I really do need to put the horn down to rest every time I am Seriously Inclined To, because I can't both concentrate on getting decent tone and concentrate on not making a mess of my wrists, and that's why I spent Monday night with a wrist splint on. I remain outraged at the clear correlation between more time practising and improved skill (ditto Pilates), by which I mean I've been grumbling to my therapist about how this is probably actually useful in terms of mastery, sense of agency, etc.
Cooking. Many things!
The tofu thing, with holy basil and I-think-garlic from the allotment, accompanied on a subsequent day by allotment peas. Cherry clafoutis, to use up the last of the allotment cherries, only half of it's actually blackberries such that I'm willing to eat it (with buttermilk substituted for the plain milk on the grounds that the current jar needs using up and we keep making things that aren't scones for dessert-ish purposes). The sweet potato and chickpea salad, with garlic and chillis from the allotment, with bonus broccoli-dressed-with-sesame-oil.
Eating. Blackberries! And... a green tomato, which came off in my hands while I was fondling it, so I chomped on it experimentally before consigning it to the compost bin and then chomped the rest of it for good measure. Not terribly inspiring, but definitely edible.
Growing. Basils on the patio are comprehensively dying, bah, despite treatment with milk solution. Figs are starting to ripen; blueberries continue (and probably want fed); patio-cucumber is setting fruit (about which I am decidedly excited).
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Observing. BATS. We have spent More Time on the patio of an evening with the Bat Detector and now have a much better sense of where all the bats like to be. We are also very cautiously edging towards convincing ourselves that we've a local soprano, as well; certainly there's something sounding much higher-pitched than the Definitely An Alto...
And the allotment fox trotted past me calm-as-you-please while I was making progress on some PhD work on I-think-Friday, so that also was nice.
Watching. Two episodes in to Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. I'm glad I'm going into it knowing it's good and self-aware: given what we've seen so far I'm bracing for uncritical presence of some pretty unpleasant tropes, and it's a relief to know that's not actually the direction we're going even as I can't entirely put the worry down. I had entirely failed to osmose the existence of the opening framing, the underlying logic of the musical numbers, and I'm charmed by it.
Listening. The Magnus Archives. I was intending to flesh out my thoughts on 176 but actually it's bedtime, so, here they are over at
rydra_wong's.Playing. A game of Scrabble with Adam! He trounced me, again. (I got almost all the high-scoring tiles but generally uncooperative hands, which was annoying.)
PoGo: Thursday was ridiculous, in that in quick succession I caught (1) a shiny Klink (!!! much excitement), (2) a shiny Mr. Mime (WHY ME. NO.), and (3) a shiny Pidgey. Community day: twelve shiny Gastly, plus three high-IV 'uns.
Horn: Ongoing experiments with stamina and core muscles and shoulders, basically, during which I established that I really do need to put the horn down to rest every time I am Seriously Inclined To, because I can't both concentrate on getting decent tone and concentrate on not making a mess of my wrists, and that's why I spent Monday night with a wrist splint on. I remain outraged at the clear correlation between more time practising and improved skill (ditto Pilates), by which I mean I've been grumbling to my therapist about how this is probably actually useful in terms of mastery, sense of agency, etc.
Cooking. Many things!
The tofu thing, with holy basil and I-think-garlic from the allotment, accompanied on a subsequent day by allotment peas. Cherry clafoutis, to use up the last of the allotment cherries, only half of it's actually blackberries such that I'm willing to eat it (with buttermilk substituted for the plain milk on the grounds that the current jar needs using up and we keep making things that aren't scones for dessert-ish purposes). The sweet potato and chickpea salad, with garlic and chillis from the allotment, with bonus broccoli-dressed-with-sesame-oil.
Eating. Blackberries! And... a green tomato, which came off in my hands while I was fondling it, so I chomped on it experimentally before consigning it to the compost bin and then chomped the rest of it for good measure. Not terribly inspiring, but definitely edible.
Growing. Basils on the patio are comprehensively dying, bah, despite treatment with milk solution. Figs are starting to ripen; blueberries continue (and probably want fed); patio-cucumber is setting fruit (about which I am decidedly excited).
( Read more... )
Observing. BATS. We have spent More Time on the patio of an evening with the Bat Detector and now have a much better sense of where all the bats like to be. We are also very cautiously edging towards convincing ourselves that we've a local soprano, as well; certainly there's something sounding much higher-pitched than the Definitely An Alto...
And the allotment fox trotted past me calm-as-you-please while I was making progress on some PhD work on I-think-Friday, so that also was nice.