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kaberettReading. Once & Future, Amy Rose Capetta and Cori McCarthy. This was billed as "Jupiter Ascending, but make it Arthuriana, and also GAY." Alas it was consistently enough skew from my id that I spent the entire thing in a state of bafflement and occasional grumpiness.
Where The Wild Things Are, Maurice Sendak. We acquired this for one of the niblings and then I had to reread it, having recently read The Starless Sea (as you're all aware...), and went !!! at he sailed off through night and day/and in and out of weeks/and almost over a year/to where the wild things are in particular.
The Scottish Boy, Alex de Campi. I have mostly relaxed into "okay this is fantasyland, it doesn't have to make sense" and then the blacksmith does something like refer to "riding without stirrups" as riding "bareback" even though a character subsequently crosses stirrups in front of the saddle, and I go ??? all over again. Halfway through, though, and this is managing to have passages that are rather closer to my id.
Writing. Revisions and response-to-reviewers done, also meeting with my supervisor in which chapter revisions discussed extensively. (Well. Done except that I need to get coauthor consent, having done some pretty extensive reorganisation, and in that I'm still terrified the maths is wrong and have spent all weekend avoiding engaging with it in ways that have not reduced my terror but that I really should try. again. to work through. in the interests of not spending the rest of my brief career feeling like an entire fraud.)
Watching. Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, S01E16, "Josh's Sister Is Getting Married!" Main thought this week: parallels between Paula and Greg, with toxic relationship narratives refracted through their different gendered lenses.
Pacific Rim 2 (2018), for the first time. (1) that is not how volcanoes work; (2) I am so bored of the fridging, wow.
Listening. New Magnus! TMA 186! Feelings. Longer letter later, maybe.
Leonard Cohen's been playing pretty continuously in my head for a while now, but I haven't managed to actually sit down and put him on. (He'll be singing to me softly long after he's gone.)
Playing. Still Flight Rising, still (though increasingly desultorily) PoGo, still (just about) the horn.
Cooking. An attempt at Proper Biriyani, which is sadly under-seasoned, I think, and to go with it tarka dal and carrot-and-peas and cauliflower-leaf-and-chickpeas and saag aloo (and cupboard paratha).
Elsewise: leek and mushroom risotto. Tiramisu, with A (or was that last week?) Little else of note, I think.
Growing. I have brought home the lemon, one of the purple chillis, and one of the peppers, to see about overwintering indoors.
On the downside, the lemon has scale bugs again. On the upside: they were localised to one branch; I was looking out for them; it survived the last infestation; and I am much more ruthless this time around. Did not get as far as chemical treatment today (having already applied physical treatment), but ought to have another stab at it tomorrow.
Fig and bay are wearing their scarves and hats, as mentioned, but still don't have feet-coats and I still need. To fix that.
At the allotment, the first frost killed off the squashes (unsurprisingly), so I've harvested what fruit wasn't spoiled and it's now sitting on the side. I'm hoping to get seeds out of at least one of them. The tomatoes are suffering some where they were in direct contact with the glass, so I need to get my act together to put bubble wrap up the inside. Another handful of tomatoes. The Greek Gigantes aren't quite at the point where I want to harvest them for drying, yet, which is slightly worrying, and perhaps I'll need to buy more for next year. Elsewise: carrots are doing well, so are the onions and surviving purple sprouting broccoli, and I did a bit of weeding and a bit of tidying and a whole lot of feeding the bin.
Observing. The bat! The bat is not yet asleep! Doubtless it will be soon, but for now, bat. (I spotted it earlier in the week; A caught it this afternoon, while I was dozing.)
Where The Wild Things Are, Maurice Sendak. We acquired this for one of the niblings and then I had to reread it, having recently read The Starless Sea (as you're all aware...), and went !!! at he sailed off through night and day/and in and out of weeks/and almost over a year/to where the wild things are in particular.
The Scottish Boy, Alex de Campi. I have mostly relaxed into "okay this is fantasyland, it doesn't have to make sense" and then the blacksmith does something like refer to "riding without stirrups" as riding "bareback" even though a character subsequently crosses stirrups in front of the saddle, and I go ??? all over again. Halfway through, though, and this is managing to have passages that are rather closer to my id.
Writing. Revisions and response-to-reviewers done, also meeting with my supervisor in which chapter revisions discussed extensively. (Well. Done except that I need to get coauthor consent, having done some pretty extensive reorganisation, and in that I'm still terrified the maths is wrong and have spent all weekend avoiding engaging with it in ways that have not reduced my terror but that I really should try. again. to work through. in the interests of not spending the rest of my brief career feeling like an entire fraud.)
Watching. Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, S01E16, "Josh's Sister Is Getting Married!" Main thought this week: parallels between Paula and Greg, with toxic relationship narratives refracted through their different gendered lenses.
Pacific Rim 2 (2018), for the first time. (1) that is not how volcanoes work; (2) I am so bored of the fridging, wow.
Listening. New Magnus! TMA 186! Feelings. Longer letter later, maybe.
Leonard Cohen's been playing pretty continuously in my head for a while now, but I haven't managed to actually sit down and put him on. (He'll be singing to me softly long after he's gone.)
Playing. Still Flight Rising, still (though increasingly desultorily) PoGo, still (just about) the horn.
Cooking. An attempt at Proper Biriyani, which is sadly under-seasoned, I think, and to go with it tarka dal and carrot-and-peas and cauliflower-leaf-and-chickpeas and saag aloo (and cupboard paratha).
Elsewise: leek and mushroom risotto. Tiramisu, with A (or was that last week?) Little else of note, I think.
Growing. I have brought home the lemon, one of the purple chillis, and one of the peppers, to see about overwintering indoors.
On the downside, the lemon has scale bugs again. On the upside: they were localised to one branch; I was looking out for them; it survived the last infestation; and I am much more ruthless this time around. Did not get as far as chemical treatment today (having already applied physical treatment), but ought to have another stab at it tomorrow.
Fig and bay are wearing their scarves and hats, as mentioned, but still don't have feet-coats and I still need. To fix that.
At the allotment, the first frost killed off the squashes (unsurprisingly), so I've harvested what fruit wasn't spoiled and it's now sitting on the side. I'm hoping to get seeds out of at least one of them. The tomatoes are suffering some where they were in direct contact with the glass, so I need to get my act together to put bubble wrap up the inside. Another handful of tomatoes. The Greek Gigantes aren't quite at the point where I want to harvest them for drying, yet, which is slightly worrying, and perhaps I'll need to buy more for next year. Elsewise: carrots are doing well, so are the onions and surviving purple sprouting broccoli, and I did a bit of weeding and a bit of tidying and a whole lot of feeding the bin.
Observing. The bat! The bat is not yet asleep! Doubtless it will be soon, but for now, bat. (I spotted it earlier in the week; A caught it this afternoon, while I was dozing.)
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Date: 2020-11-08 11:58 pm (UTC)Those were basically my feelings on Once and Future, as well. The premise sounded delightful but the actual execution left me cold.
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Date: 2020-11-09 03:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-09 10:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-09 05:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-10 01:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-10 12:08 pm (UTC)(Except that Gekiganger III is a ridiculous over-the-top parody.)
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Date: 2020-11-10 05:10 pm (UTC)I have an entire shelf of Wrong Geology films. They're traditional watching during field trips!
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Date: 2020-11-10 05:46 pm (UTC)If you are unfamiliar with the plot, at the start the protagonist Big McLargeHuge is estranged from his wife. The disaster happens and he sets out in search of her and their daughter. It is slightly not entirely 1960s in that she does a bit of self-rescuing, but basically he rescues her and they are back in love.
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Date: 2020-11-10 05:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2020-11-10 06:22 pm (UTC)THANK YOU.
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Date: 2020-11-10 06:22 pm (UTC)It's on the shelf! Or, hmm, I've definitely seen it on a field trip...
For actually the SINGLE WORST seismology film I have ever seen: Megafault. Cannot recommend highly enough.
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Date: 2020-11-10 06:29 pm (UTC)Apparently the seismology is not completely terrible.