kaberett: a patch of sunlight on the carpet, shaped like a slightly wonky heart (light hearted)
(As tweaked by [personal profile] rmc28.)

Let's start 2017 off in a positive way with a Pay It Forward meme. The first 6 people to comment (and more if I can manage it) will receive a surprise from me at some point in 2017 - anything from a book, a ticket, something home-grown or made, a postcard, absolutely any surprise! It will happen when the mood comes over me and I find something that I believe would suit you and make you happy.

(If you don't like surprises and would rather have something off a wishlist and/or some warning, let me know in your comment. The goal is to make you happy.)

If you can, post this in your own journal and pay it forward. Let's do more kind and loving things for each other in 2017, without any reason other than to make each other smile and show that we think of each other.

(If you want something physical, you will need to be willing to give me a mailing address -- or able to meet up in person.)


Apr. 4th, 2014 10:09 pm
kaberett: a patch of sunlight on the carpet, shaped like a slightly wonky heart (light hearted)
I kind of want to explain a couple of my icons, but don't want to do so unprompted, because brains ;) So... if you've been wondering about the story behind an icon [... beyond what is contained in the comment feel], I'd appreciate the invitation to witter.
kaberett: a patch of sunlight on the carpet, shaped like a slightly wonky heart (light hearted)
... which I am stealing because I suspect [personal profile] synecdochic will not be managing it this week even though as it turns out rah is around (but I am keeping this open in case you'd rather play here, or you'd like to do so in both places, or whatever <3). Please do feel free to signalboost, and please know that you are welcome & encouraged to participate even if you're not a regular around here. <3

Mondays, every week, let's celebrate ourselves, to start the week right. Tell me what you're proud of. Tell me what you accomplished last week, something -- at least one thing -- that you can turn around and point at and say: I did this. Me. It was tough, but I did it, and I did it well, and I am proud of it, and it makes me feel good to see what I accomplished. Could be anything -- something you made, something you did, something you got through. Just take a minute and celebrate yourself. Either here, or in your journal, but somewhere.

(And if you feel uncomfortable doing this in public, I've set this entry to screen any anonymous comments, so if you want privacy, comment anonymously and I won't unscreen it. Also: yes, by all means, cheer each other on when you see something you want to give props to!)
kaberett: An xkcd stick figure with a blue arrow tattooed on its head, controlling water, earth, fire and air. (xkcd)
I kind of feel like this is cheating because I've only got 19 works on AO3? But whatever, it is something other than my brain melting out of my ears as I continue to contemplate mass extinctions.

Read more... )


And by kudos... )
kaberett: Toph making a rock angel (toph-rockangel)
specifically, there's a lot of "give me your current age so I don't ask you to time-travel", but actually... I'd like to time-travel, and it will be genuinely good for me to envisage two separate (positive!) scenarios. If you're interested in answers for past ages, then ask & I'll reply in comments.

I picked 25 fairly arbitrarily as a quarter century; I'm a little surprised - mostly pleasantly - by how close that is these days. :-)

I lived in:

Now: a ground-floor bedsit room in college accommodation, next to the Botanic Gardens, with huge south-facing sash bay windows. My room contains a sofa and a desk and a sink and a bed and a fair number of bookshelves and a coffee table covered in my tea collection, and I'm next to a kitchen that contains fridges and a freezer and horrible electric hobs and a nice-enough-but-not-lovely electric oven and a microwave. The front door's up 6 steps, and the shower's on the first floor; the back garden contains purple and white crocuses and narcissi.

At 25 (i): A two-bed flat in South Kensington, in London, shared with a friend, with level access (be it by lift or not). We've got a kitchen with gas hobs and an oven and a fridge and a freezer that we're not sharing with 8 other students, so it isn't full of gross months-out-of-date raw chicken; we've got a sofa that doesn't try to eat people, and a media set-up a bit more satisfactory than craning over people's shoulders to stare at laptop screens, so we can watch shows together without being uncomfortable. The tea collection's got somewhere sensible to live, and we've got a shelf in the living room dedicated to storing the shared perfume collection. The bathroom's big enough to store my shower stool in without getting in the way, and in my bedroom I've a double bed and a view of a tree. We go to the Science Museum Lates, and I spend lunchtimes in parks or visiting another gallery in the Natural History Museum.

At 25 (ii): I live in my home town, and here I can afford to share a house - rather than a flat - with friends. We're on a bus route or two, and I'm within easy pushing distance of my mum and the Various Other People I want to see regularly. The best bit? I get to do whatever I damn well like with the garden, within reason, so we've got herbs and bulbs in tubs, and a bay tree, and roses and wisteria up the back wall.

I drove:

Now: Nope: I'm officially Too Crippy To Drive, in ways that are highly unlikely to change, and positively-imagined futures don't erase that. This doesn't mean I'm upset about it, or the prospect of not being able to drive; it just means that my life's rather better when I'm not desperately hoping for the impossible or, at the least, improbable.

At 25: See above.

I was in a relationship with:

Now: Some Boys and a Girl and some extremely intense, close friendships built around poetry and music, and a few other ill-defined things, and it's lovely.

At 25: I've got no idea, but I'm looking forward to finding out. :-)

I feared:

Now: A depressive relapse. Not doing well enough this year to take up the PhD place I've been offered (which is not necessarily a sensible thing to fear; see scenario (ii), which is plausible and lovely, just different!). Everyone I love or care for dying. Being shouted at. Hurting people. Coming out. Moving somewhere more than a phonecall and fifteen minutes from my mum. London buses.

At 25 (i): Hurting people. Another depressive relapse. Breaking the mass spec. Hydrofluoric acid. Presenting at conferences. Disappointing Julie. Not doing enough activism. Being authentically myself in an academic setting.

At 25 (ii): Hurting people and another depressive relapse; they don't quite go without saying. Navigating meetings with Equalities ministers. Getting things hurtfully wrong. Not being able to help as much as I want to.

I worked at:

Now: My final year of a degree in Earth Sciences, specialising in volcanology. My student union's LGBT+ campaign. Lashings. VagPag. (Dreamwidth.)

At 25 (i): The second year of my PhD in isotope geochemistry, spending endless hours in the clean lab in the basement running columns, and even more time doing the three a.m. I'm-the-only-person-in-the-building dance around the mass spectrometer. My university's LGBT+ campaign. Lashings. The Big Sibling Project. Dreamwidth. VagPag.

At 25 (ii): The Big Sibling Project, including organising regular workshops. Lashings. National campaigning for trans* equality. Collecting a book of my essays for publication, self-pub or zine or maybe traditional publishing houses. Counselling - I'm beginning to be let loose on actual clients, which is daunting and exhilarating. Dreamwidth. Copy-editing, to bring in a bit extra. VagPag.

I wanted to be:

Now: Trustworthy. Safe. Welcoming. Brave.

At 25: Probably still the above, but I'll defer to my future self on that one. :-)
kaberett: Overlaid Mars & Venus symbols, with Swiss Army knife tools at other positions around the central circle. (Default)
Bold the ones you have and use at least once a year, italicize the ones you have and don't use, strike through the ones you have had but got rid of. And (my suggestion) add any items that you have that aren't on the list:

I wonder how many pasta machines, breadmakers, juicers, blenders, deep fat fryers, egg boilers, melon ballers, sandwich makers, pastry brushes, cheese knives, electric woks, miniature salad spinners, griddle pans, jam funnels, meat thermometers, filleting knives, egg poachers, cake stands, garlic crushers, martini glasses, tea strainers, bamboo steamers, pizza stones, coffee grinders, milk frothers, piping bags, banana stands, fluted pastry wheels, tagine dishes, conical strainers, rice cookers, steam cookers, pressure cookers, slow cookers, spaetzle makers, cookie presses, gravy strainers, double boilers (bains marie), sukiyaki stoves, ice cream makers, fondue sets, healthy-grills, home smokers, tempura sets, tortilla presses, electric whisks languish dustily at the back of the nation's cupboards.

I don't have, but have seriously contemplated buying or otherwise wish I had because I would use it regularly:
  • sandwich toaster
  • deep fat fryer (doughnuts, chips, falafels... I sometimes pour a bunch of oil into a saucepan and use a slotted spoon but it is, uh, not the same)
  • bamboo steamer
  • piping bags (well, nozzles - I am perfectly happy to use greaseproof for the bag itself)
  • electric whisk (whipped cream! egg whites! everything that is good and glorious and entirely not vegan about cake!)
  • pressure cooker! Rice, potatoes, EVERYTHING THAT TAKES FOREVER, misc. huge saucepan abilities...

I eyeroll at people having specific spaetzle makers (you use a fork or a colander or a slotted spoon honestly); I am also gently unimpressed by commercially sold double-boilers vs the rather more storage-space efficient "stick a pyrex bowl over a gently simmering saucepan of water".

The breadmaker is getting used 3-4 times a week at the moment, and will probably continue likewise once I move back into college (though the proportion of rye-and-caraway will go down to accommodate the more British tastes of the people I'll be "baking" for); the blender gets used for soup and pesto and chopping nuts for fesenjan (and for cakes) and smoothies and (once so far, but maybe it will happen again) making soya mince; the pastry brush gets used for, yes, glazing pastry[1]; the steamer gets used for broccoli + substrate pretty regularly, and for other things at other times.

So! That is a list of the kinds of ways in which I use my various gadgets, and they all of them make life significantly easier for me. (Where, for example, I don't have a garlic press because chopping garlic is less upsetting to my hands than standing for long enough to wash the wretched thing up afterwards...)

So - what do you have? & what do you use it for? :-)

[1] I have a GCSE in making quiche. This is only a slight misrepresentation. Anyway, the upshot is that I make a mean shortcrust.


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