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[kaberett]

Reading. Three Parts Dead, Max Gladstone, comfort re-read because I was trying to pick up a DIFFERENT glowbox when hideously insomniac the other night, so I went for a comfort re-read and then. Inhaled it. (But did actually continue managing Earlier Bedtimes.) Need to not, much as I want to, just... reread all the rest of them immediately in one great gulp. I am spotting the places he's got better, more, as I reread, now, but oh goodness I still love this so much.

Writing. CHAPTER 4 REVISED AND SENT OFF squeaking in at just over 8.3k words. Editor feedback on That Paper skimmed in advance of my meeting tomorrow, and on the one hand I sigh deeply and on the other it looks Manageable (and anyway my supervisor is intending to Manage it).

Watching. CXG S02E07. This entire thing is so brilliantly put together, and I... am actually going to get around to writing up my flail about this episode in specific in more detail in a standalone post, fine.

Listening. TMA 191. I am torn between "this is Too Many Voices and I cannot in fact distinguish between them all" and "oooh I am looking forward to attempting to reprocess this some more once I have slightly more brain". [quick thought now posted!]

Growing. Do you know what, I've been experimenting with misting the lemon and I honestly think that's making it even more unhappy so I'm going to... stop that again, and just sigh heavily and wait until it's warm enough I can move it outside and see if that does it any better. I think, really, that I need a conservatory, or failing that to be Better at keeping my bin fed (and also more horticultural fleece) so as I can Just keep it in the greenhouse overwinter regardless. :|

Observing. SNOW. There was a dusting when we first woke up this morning, and then it resumed snowing great big fat fluffy flakes, and actually managed to bury the grass, and I drank hot chocolate and ate poppyseed sourdough toast with apricot jam and watched the snow come down and it was lovely and deeply soothing and -- yes. Yesss.

Comments

[shanaqui]

I really need to go back to that Max Gladstone series! I only read the first book, way back when, and then all the others came out, and I didn't get back to it.

[kaberett]

I love it so much that I bought jewellery for it. I scoured SO MANY pages of Etsy looking for the EXACT RIGHT bead >_>

[sporky_rat]

Bead?

[kaberett]

Bead!

From Ruin of Angels:

Izza produced a flat disk of blue stone from thin air, but actually from her sleeve. There was a hole at one end; she’d drilled it special, with a stolen augur, telling herself stories to pass time as she worked.

[...]

“Lady wills,” he said, and looked at her blankly. “You never heard that before? I thought this was an island thing. You must have run into it. Blue Lady shelter us who live in shadows? Guide us free of traps and mazes?” Izza’s heart split, rose and sank at once. She chilled in the noon sun, and thanked her Goddess, ironically under the circumstances, that Isaak remained as oblivious as ever. Even so, she almost lost it when he reached for his belt pouch and fished out a blue stone disk. “I never was much for gods. But she’s, I mean. You should hear the stories. It’s people like us, you know, running, chasing, getting caught, getting free. Rabbit stories, spider stories. I traded for this with a deckhand I know—she says she got it from the Prophet herself.”

[...]

He knelt beside a shallow dish of water, in the center of which floated his thin blue stone.

[...]

Isaak seemed so content when he prayed. He loved the words, loved his version of the ritual—floating the stone! A perfect symbol of the miracle of theft, of unearned salvation. The stone disk, a nerdy, Kai-ish part of her explained in schoolteachers’ drone, had a kind of metonymic significance: the stone was Kavekana, the Lady’s birthplace, a rock in the water with a hole bored through.

And, I mean, the bead isn't exact-right, but it's the closest I could find, and here it is:

[sporky_rat]

Aaah!

[conuly]

Okay, but listen, you have got to ping me when you get to the episode with Rebecca's Reprise in it. You'll know it, she starts off "Well Rebecca, you've done it now" again.

Because I have thoughts that I am sitting on so as simultaneously share with you and also not spoil you. (78.3% of those thoughts are a long rant about how YouTube commenters misunderstand the song and its position in the show entirely.)

[aldabra]

Lemon: does it want more light? I think I've just had a jasmine die because SAD light light is the wrong light. You could get it a right light on a timer switch. (Warning: I killed a previous SAD light by giving it the wrong kind of timer switch; mechanical ones are safe if you can bear the ticking.)

[kaberett]

I suspect it's a combination of low light and low humidity. I've thus far resisted buying grow lights of any kind but maybe it's time to give in...

[sporky_rat]

I found the grow light fantastic for sitting under myself....

[brainwane]

Looking forward to reading your CEG thoughts!

[lunabee34]

Poor lemon.

It knows you are trying your best to help it.

*hugs you both*

[watersword]

What is the difference between a conservatory & a greenhouse, may I ask?

[fyreharper]

One of them teaches music ;)

(But actually I’m curious about this as well!)

[kaberett]

ans'ed!

[kaberett]

Several things! I shall Enumerate.

1) greenhouse glass is typically pretty thin compared to glass in other situations
2) greenhouse glass is definitely single-glazed, where conservatories in this country are usually double-glazed
3) greenhouse glass is usually held in place with clips and does permit Drafts, in ways that double-glazed conservatories Don't
4) my greenhouse is standalone in the middle of nothing, so is completely reliant on itself for heat; a conservatory attached to a house will have house-heat shared with it

... such that overall I expect a conservatory to be warmer than an unheated greenhouse, which is important for a Delicate Lemon that doesn't want to get below 10degC ever.

[watersword]

FASCINATING. Thank you for elucidating!