vital functions
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kaberettReading. The Will To Change, bell hooks: finished! I continued to find it a mix of "clear, uncompromising, nuanced articulation of the ways in which toxicpatriarchal masculinity operates and harms people, and the ways in which women* are complicit in that" and "baffling insistence that there exists as a useful concept a feminist masculinity, which mostly seems to translate to well-adjusted, psychologically healthy adult human". I was particularly taken with "the substitution of manhood for selfhood". I probably want to reread and take notes.
Slowly working my way through 5 Times the Raptors Tried to Kill Miriam, and 1 Time They Didn't. So far, it is very soothing.
Watching. The Spy Who Dumped Me, as a soothing rewatch.
Listening. So much TMA. Now up to episode 109 and plodding steadily along. Bought B-Sides the Point on Friday but have not yet scraped together the audio spoons to listen to it.
Growing. Sown this week: leeks; celeriac; a topping-up of the tomato cells as didn't hatch.
At home: things continue plodding along! I've begun carefully supplementing the nightshades with plant feed, now they've their first true leaves; half a tray of tomatoes germinated; the Comedy Onion continuing to put out determined wee shoots; the orchid has cheered up some since being moved to a position with a bit less light, which shouldn't actually surprise me but always somehow does. The walnut is sprouting forth enthusiastically; I think the oak might have taken sick but I don't quite have the brain to trouble-shoot it. Maybe if I'm feeling Competent it can have a little pesticide at some point this week.
At the plot: the garlic's doing well! The supermarket potatoes are sprouting, slightly to my astonishment! The broad beans aren't dead yet, and neither are the shallots! I've done a bunch of weeding! I have also, with the patience and physical assistance of Adam, got a skeleton fruit cage... mostly erected around the Ribes. It turns out that I should, alas, have measured all my dimensions: while there's space for sixteen feet of width at the front of the cage, where I kind of need sixteen feet of width because that's how much space the redcurrant and jostaberry take up together, at the back there's... about twelve foot, tops. To this I say, mostly, "whoops", and have revised my ambitions to the tune of, instead, a three-quarters-of-a-square cage. I need to head back out to the plot with a sledgehammer to finish driving the poles in, and I am waiting on delivery of the netting, but this is an infrastructure project that might yet work out, fingers crossed.
I have plans for so much weeding. And I am... most... of the way through fixing up the greenhouse, so that's nice.
Observing. Things I had not previously spotted actually successfully eating from the bird feeders: a wood pigeon! a magpie! Also the coaltits are back, and I have been enjoying the robin down the plot.
Playing. PoGo: notable catches include a 100% Sawk, a 100% Snubull, and a shiny Pikachu.
Horn: in addition to ongoing Making A Noise With My Face, I have been (re)reading the sections of The Big Book on maintenance and tuning, and in consequence spent some of today scrubbing the poor thing's innards. Adam, whose instruments have I think all been wood-based, watched me amble up to the kitchen sink with no small amount of horror and indeed revulsion (which is fairly similar to the expression string-players get when I cheerfully do routine maintenance involving a hammer, and to be honest I can't fault them for it). Is it sounding better? Maybe! Is the embouchure rejig an improvement? Definitely! -- tone at the top of my range has improved markedly. Still working on getting back to "clean" and also "smooth" but those are steadily improving too. Next up: a concerted effort at staccato.
Slowly working my way through 5 Times the Raptors Tried to Kill Miriam, and 1 Time They Didn't. So far, it is very soothing.
Watching. The Spy Who Dumped Me, as a soothing rewatch.
Listening. So much TMA. Now up to episode 109 and plodding steadily along. Bought B-Sides the Point on Friday but have not yet scraped together the audio spoons to listen to it.
Growing. Sown this week: leeks; celeriac; a topping-up of the tomato cells as didn't hatch.
At home: things continue plodding along! I've begun carefully supplementing the nightshades with plant feed, now they've their first true leaves; half a tray of tomatoes germinated; the Comedy Onion continuing to put out determined wee shoots; the orchid has cheered up some since being moved to a position with a bit less light, which shouldn't actually surprise me but always somehow does. The walnut is sprouting forth enthusiastically; I think the oak might have taken sick but I don't quite have the brain to trouble-shoot it. Maybe if I'm feeling Competent it can have a little pesticide at some point this week.
At the plot: the garlic's doing well! The supermarket potatoes are sprouting, slightly to my astonishment! The broad beans aren't dead yet, and neither are the shallots! I've done a bunch of weeding! I have also, with the patience and physical assistance of Adam, got a skeleton fruit cage... mostly erected around the Ribes. It turns out that I should, alas, have measured all my dimensions: while there's space for sixteen feet of width at the front of the cage, where I kind of need sixteen feet of width because that's how much space the redcurrant and jostaberry take up together, at the back there's... about twelve foot, tops. To this I say, mostly, "whoops", and have revised my ambitions to the tune of, instead, a three-quarters-of-a-square cage. I need to head back out to the plot with a sledgehammer to finish driving the poles in, and I am waiting on delivery of the netting, but this is an infrastructure project that might yet work out, fingers crossed.
I have plans for so much weeding. And I am... most... of the way through fixing up the greenhouse, so that's nice.
Observing. Things I had not previously spotted actually successfully eating from the bird feeders: a wood pigeon! a magpie! Also the coaltits are back, and I have been enjoying the robin down the plot.
Playing. PoGo: notable catches include a 100% Sawk, a 100% Snubull, and a shiny Pikachu.
Horn: in addition to ongoing Making A Noise With My Face, I have been (re)reading the sections of The Big Book on maintenance and tuning, and in consequence spent some of today scrubbing the poor thing's innards. Adam, whose instruments have I think all been wood-based, watched me amble up to the kitchen sink with no small amount of horror and indeed revulsion (which is fairly similar to the expression string-players get when I cheerfully do routine maintenance involving a hammer, and to be honest I can't fault them for it). Is it sounding better? Maybe! Is the embouchure rejig an improvement? Definitely! -- tone at the top of my range has improved markedly. Still working on getting back to "clean" and also "smooth" but those are steadily improving too. Next up: a concerted effort at staccato.
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Date: 2020-03-22 09:42 pm (UTC)does / what does hooks say about feminist femininity, feminist androgyny, etc?
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Date: 2020-03-22 09:46 pm (UTC)dunno -- this book was focussed specifically on masculinity and is the first full work of hers I've read! ... and is also the only one my library has, so I'm going to have to source more of her writing some other way.