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kaberettReading. Exit Strategy, Martha Wells, i.e. Murderbot #4! Which I enjoyed a very great deal.
A small avalanche of Magnus bureaucracy fic. Informed Consent and Other cosmic Ironies, by![[archiveofourown.org profile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/b164c54b26e4/-/archiveofourown.org/favicon.ico)
KiaraSayre (527 words); Beholding the GDPR, by shinyopals, and its sequel; Xenotic Events: Guidelines for Public Health Management, by imperfectcircle; The Supervision and Oversight (Irregularities) (EU Exit) Regulations 2017: a post-exit regulatory instrument for the Magnus Institute, by singlecrow.
Watching (& listening). Hamilton, this being the first time I have ever ingested it in any form: I was given to understand it would be a very high audio-processing cost for me and I just consistently Didn't Manage It, but "high-quality video with close-ups on faces so I can lipread plus subtitles" turns out to be sufficient! I started out kinda sceptical, and a bit surprised by some of the voices -- very "okay well clearly this is A Cultural Phenomenon but I don't get why this opening song is apparently Feelings for so many people or in general why it's so Iconic, ugh, fine, I will at least give it a chance but I'm not expecting to care" and then it had me at Wait For It and then I was crying by the end of the first half and mostly just kept crying through the second. On the one hand it was a bit less "barely controlled floods" than Fun Home (starting with Ring of Keys) and for that matter RENT (I saw a production in Edinburgh, I was in the front row, I'd never seen it before, I ended up with performers coming up to me afterwards and asking if I was Okay and also would I Like... A Hug...?), and on the other -- well. Well done that show.
Listening. TMA, as ever; just had 51 on the relisten. In terms of 174... I had a lot of feelings about Jon actually managing to set a boundary, and was then VERY CROSS when Martin immediately retracted his apology. I super enjoyed the way all the fears bled into each other some in this one, and also Helen being unhelpful in honestly the most helpful way possible.
Playing. Horn: have been managing a slightly higher incidence of practice, which to my mild outrage does indeed result directly in better tone etc etc etc. This is really very rude, I feel.
PoGo. Shinies: Scyther (bad). Pidove! (good.) Bonus Wingull. Ridiculousness: 100% IV Drillbur (research reward); 98% Dwebble (ditto). Observations: I'm really into the Floaty Balloons Pikachu.
Cooking. A salad that was to my tastes, but had Adam going ????? a bit: shallot (allotment), whitecurrants (allotment), pear, balsamic vinegar, cucumber, iceberg lettuce, walnuts, goats' cheese.
Ribiselkuchen, except I put some whitecurrants on it too and I put in a bonus 25g ground almonds. I remembered slightly too late that I'd meant to do hazelnuts, but ah well, it's not like redcurrant season is over yet.
Experimental jostaberry ice cream, which... ended up rather more like frozen yoghurt, and also I have come to the conclusion that I hate Adam'smilk skewerthermometer and need to work on getting a kitchen thermometer that I can sit in a pan and get an accurate-enough reading on WITHOUT that the majority of it is submerged because that's just not actually viable when e.g. making custard. But! It turns out it goes well with the salted caramel sauce, so that was my remote-watch-party Hamilton interval ice-cream.
Sunday: more roti canai and dal, this time with curry leaves, hurrah.
Eating. First blackberries. Also first gooseberries (see below), and the Mystery Raspberry Cross.
Also the curry of Civic Responsibility and Paper Submission.
Growing. In the greenhouse: several peppers have set; some of the tomatoes are starting to go dubiously yellowish; the holy basil's doing well having been Somewhat Harvested; I've potted up almost all of the peppers and actually all of the luffa and, for bonus points, two more cucumbers. (The cucumber in the tomato bed is starting to flower; the spring onions in the tomato bed are starting to change colour and become more recognisable.)
I've been having fun with the raspberries and other soft fruit. There's a last few redcurrants need picking; I've got a significant quantity of the jostaberries and need to decide what to do with them all and also finish harvesting the rest; we ate one gooseberry each today and A is abruptly very into them. (There's still not enough on the plant to really be worth doing much with, I think, other than eating them neat -- they're red dessert gooseberries so are actually palatable in this form factor -- but the bush is doing a lot better than last year so fingers crossed for its continued advancement.)
Elsewhere: courgettes are setting, beans are getting bigger and developing fruit variously, salad's doing remarkably well, the first courgette has visibly set, maize is getting taller but doesn't have frondy bits yet (and is still honestly only about 6" high), comedy onions continue surviving their rude transplanation, and the lovage is doing better for having been treated with nematodes and mulch.
At home: the patio cucumber is also flowering; the patio cherry tomatoes continue getting bigger; I think most of the blueberries are getting picked off by the birds because I haven't had the wherewithal to build them a mini fruit cage; everything's suffering rather from the actual gales (the back garden seems to operate remarkably well as a wind tunnel, for reasons that are unclear to me.)
Observing. Adam, spinning poi at the allotment, because he's still scared of plants but that doesn't mean he can't do other movement at the plot in the nice weather.
I vouchsafed unto him the secret of Finding Fake Snakes; I found him two in a pile (and picked up the larger of them for him to hold briefly), and then a while later he poked around to find himself another one, and was Very Pleased.
And: ELDEST COUSIN, from a distance of ~3m minimum, sat on the grass out front of the flat and yelling at each other over the wind and gradually dismembering pine cones, for much longer than any of us expected.
A small avalanche of Magnus bureaucracy fic. Informed Consent and Other cosmic Ironies, by
Watching (& listening). Hamilton, this being the first time I have ever ingested it in any form: I was given to understand it would be a very high audio-processing cost for me and I just consistently Didn't Manage It, but "high-quality video with close-ups on faces so I can lipread plus subtitles" turns out to be sufficient! I started out kinda sceptical, and a bit surprised by some of the voices -- very "okay well clearly this is A Cultural Phenomenon but I don't get why this opening song is apparently Feelings for so many people or in general why it's so Iconic, ugh, fine, I will at least give it a chance but I'm not expecting to care" and then it had me at Wait For It and then I was crying by the end of the first half and mostly just kept crying through the second. On the one hand it was a bit less "barely controlled floods" than Fun Home (starting with Ring of Keys) and for that matter RENT (I saw a production in Edinburgh, I was in the front row, I'd never seen it before, I ended up with performers coming up to me afterwards and asking if I was Okay and also would I Like... A Hug...?), and on the other -- well. Well done that show.
Listening. TMA, as ever; just had 51 on the relisten. In terms of 174... I had a lot of feelings about Jon actually managing to set a boundary, and was then VERY CROSS when Martin immediately retracted his apology. I super enjoyed the way all the fears bled into each other some in this one, and also Helen being unhelpful in honestly the most helpful way possible.
Playing. Horn: have been managing a slightly higher incidence of practice, which to my mild outrage does indeed result directly in better tone etc etc etc. This is really very rude, I feel.
PoGo. Shinies: Scyther (bad). Pidove! (good.) Bonus Wingull. Ridiculousness: 100% IV Drillbur (research reward); 98% Dwebble (ditto). Observations: I'm really into the Floaty Balloons Pikachu.
Cooking. A salad that was to my tastes, but had Adam going ????? a bit: shallot (allotment), whitecurrants (allotment), pear, balsamic vinegar, cucumber, iceberg lettuce, walnuts, goats' cheese.
Ribiselkuchen, except I put some whitecurrants on it too and I put in a bonus 25g ground almonds. I remembered slightly too late that I'd meant to do hazelnuts, but ah well, it's not like redcurrant season is over yet.
Experimental jostaberry ice cream, which... ended up rather more like frozen yoghurt, and also I have come to the conclusion that I hate Adam's
Sunday: more roti canai and dal, this time with curry leaves, hurrah.
Eating. First blackberries. Also first gooseberries (see below), and the Mystery Raspberry Cross.
Also the curry of Civic Responsibility and Paper Submission.
Growing. In the greenhouse: several peppers have set; some of the tomatoes are starting to go dubiously yellowish; the holy basil's doing well having been Somewhat Harvested; I've potted up almost all of the peppers and actually all of the luffa and, for bonus points, two more cucumbers. (The cucumber in the tomato bed is starting to flower; the spring onions in the tomato bed are starting to change colour and become more recognisable.)
I've been having fun with the raspberries and other soft fruit. There's a last few redcurrants need picking; I've got a significant quantity of the jostaberries and need to decide what to do with them all and also finish harvesting the rest; we ate one gooseberry each today and A is abruptly very into them. (There's still not enough on the plant to really be worth doing much with, I think, other than eating them neat -- they're red dessert gooseberries so are actually palatable in this form factor -- but the bush is doing a lot better than last year so fingers crossed for its continued advancement.)
Elsewhere: courgettes are setting, beans are getting bigger and developing fruit variously, salad's doing remarkably well, the first courgette has visibly set, maize is getting taller but doesn't have frondy bits yet (and is still honestly only about 6" high), comedy onions continue surviving their rude transplanation, and the lovage is doing better for having been treated with nematodes and mulch.
At home: the patio cucumber is also flowering; the patio cherry tomatoes continue getting bigger; I think most of the blueberries are getting picked off by the birds because I haven't had the wherewithal to build them a mini fruit cage; everything's suffering rather from the actual gales (the back garden seems to operate remarkably well as a wind tunnel, for reasons that are unclear to me.)
Observing. Adam, spinning poi at the allotment, because he's still scared of plants but that doesn't mean he can't do other movement at the plot in the nice weather.
I vouchsafed unto him the secret of Finding Fake Snakes; I found him two in a pile (and picked up the larger of them for him to hold briefly), and then a while later he poked around to find himself another one, and was Very Pleased.
And: ELDEST COUSIN, from a distance of ~3m minimum, sat on the grass out front of the flat and yelling at each other over the wind and gradually dismembering pine cones, for much longer than any of us expected.
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Date: 2020-07-07 07:29 pm (UTC)I have a comment from you that I’ve been meaning to respond to and then the brainweasels of not being able to do anything productive happened, sorry about that.
That salad actually sounds quite nice to me!!
And I love the image of you and your cousin yelling at each other while sitting on the grass and tearing apart pinecones!
I’m glad you’re doing well generally!
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Date: 2020-09-16 12:30 am (UTC)Oh man, I randomly came across this tab again and BASICALLY SAME. The first time I listened to Hamilton I sobbed during It's Quiet Uptown - I cried earlier, but I'd never cried at any art as hard as I did then. UNTIL I saw Fun Home, knowing very little about it. I was still crying all through the standing ovation and as we headed out, even.