Sunday, January 25th, 2026 09:40 am
Alex Preitti, who was an RN, a helper, and a legal observer, was executed by the state yesterday afternoon.

I fully believe this death was in retaliation for the successful Twin Cities wide general strike, the clergy sit-in at the airport, and the of thousands who flooded the streets on Friday. Yes, Alex owned a gun and was carrying it, but that is his right as guarunteed by the second amendment to the Constitution of the United States (usually my least favorite given how often it is perverted by the opposition.) But, he was not threatening anyone as the video evidence clearly shows. Believe your eyes, not the lies. This is actually why they hate us so much. Everyone comes with their phones charged and video on. Our very own Greg Ketter of Dreamhaven Books and Comics was on the scene: https://www.huffpost.com/entry/minnesota-man-curses-out-ice-agents-at-scene-of-fatal-shooting-tktktk-fuck-you-tktkt_n_697506d2e4b0dcc40307a358 and has a few choice words for the ICE agents.

I got the news of Alex's murder on Saturday during a bio-break in my D&D game.  Ironically, we were just starting to try to get back to a kind of normal.  We were able to play a bit, but the second half turned into leveling up characters and planning next sessions. Everyone's ability to play pretend was just sort of unwound. 

The neighborhood that Alex Preitti was murdered in is called Whittier and is named after Quaker poet and abolishonist, John Greenleaf Whittier. The local Friends groups sent out a call to ask people to not gather en masse (there was concern, of course, that this second murder was an attempt to incite a riot so that the Trump Administration could invoke the Sedition Act,) but to instead stand in small neighborhood groups, light a candle and sing. For those who could not get out, they asked that people put candles outside or in a window. 

I had already seen on a Signal group that a bunch of my singers were planning to gather at Snelling & Minnehaha, near Ginko's Coffeeshop. So Mason and I headed over there to sing with people and hold up a light in the darkness. We had a big group. We sang a lot of excellent songs that helped soothe the soul. A couple of assholes (possibly ICE) revved their engines threateningly at us and flipped us off as they drove by, but we just raised our voices to drown them out. 

It was an awful day, but our gathering was peaceful and beautiful. Collin from the Food Communists was there with his wife, and two of my D&D players, Shawn and Carillon, came as well.

I missed telling you all about Friday.  I did tell you what I was planning to do, and that was pretty much how it went. We have a guest (Mason's partner) and my toes were frost-nipped several years ago while waiting for a tow-truck after an accident on one of these horribly cold days. I was in my super butch phase and had cool looking footwear that wasn't actually very climate resistant. I know, I know. I have since learned my lesson! But, because my toes will start feeling like they are on fire after a couple of hours in this kind of weather, so I decided to just focus on protecting the mosque during Friday prayers since that is something that is very drop in/drop out.

I needed to go anyway to the mosque because I have a couple of neighbors who needed introductions into the rebellion, so we drove over together (it was -11 F/-24 C). I found someone who was part of the Rapid Response team and so my neighbors got connected to the right groups. It was cold enough that we had planned on just having Constitutional Observers at the doors. We were introduced to the imam, imam Hussein, who was so incredibly generous. The folks there always thank us, which... as a Minnesotan I want to demur, but I've been learning to just accept. Someone in the community put down $60 at the little deli in the food mall that's attached to the mosque so that folks could have free tea and sambusa.  My friends who had come for introductions were on street detail (in my car) watching for ICE and so I brought them out a couple of sambusa. They couldn't believe the generosity and I jokingly said to them, "I bet you didn't know that the revolution has perks."

There's been a lot of Star Wars imagery going around and I kind now want someone to make some art about how we all used to say "Come to the Dark Side, we have cookies," and we could now say, "Join the Rebellion, we have sambusa!" (This is not localized. There are a lot of Somali folks who have been handing out sambusa to protectors and protesters.)

The usual mosque group were told to stay away or go to downtown because of the cold, but by 2:00 pm a decent-sized crowd joined and so I went home, honking and waving at all the people taking the lightrail to the big rally. 

While we were still quite small someone snapped a picture for us to post on Facebook. (Only people who agreed to be photographed are in this picture!)

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Our small group outside of the mosque. I am in the back row second from the left (before the bright yellow hat.)

Not as impressive as the downtown rally, but everyone is doing their part. 

Including the drag queens (see below):


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Image: a fabulous laser-eyed loon advertising for a drag show and dance party for the revolution.

I just love the community that is happening around these things, too. I met several neighbors and discovered one of them was a longtime roommate with my college friend, Nick. Several others were part of the Twin Cities Geek group. We talked about the resistance and D&D and crafting while sipping tea and waving at passing cars (only a couple of which flipped us off and one, likely an ICE agent filmed our faces.)  

There was another lovely moment when the imam was reminding us to go eat sambusa when one of his congregation really, really wanted to explain halal to us and the imam gently put out his hand and said, "Brother, these people understand us. They know halal." And.... I could have cried honestly? It's so nice to see the love going in both directions. 


Okay, y'all go be Preitti Good.
Sunday, January 25th, 2026 05:39 am
What can I do to help besides donate? I am doing my best to target specific needs in donations, as our funds are pretty severely limited. But it never seems enough.

Last night I self-comforted by rewatching Leslie Howard's impassioned anti-war and anti-Nazi film Pimpernel Smith. It's all the more poignant considering the toxic hellspew going on now, and doubly so considering that he was shot down in 1943. So he didn't get to see the end that he predicted in a memorable speech in the film's final moments: he tells the German commander about to shoot him that Germany will not prevail, that they will go down an ever darker road until the terrible end. The lighting is suitably dramatic, only one of his eyes visible.

Among the many excellent quotations tossed off during the film is one by Rupert Brooke, who wrote brilliant and impassioned anti-war sonnets and prose before dying in 1915, so he, too, did not get to see the end of that horrible war. (This elegy to Rupert Brooke is worth a listen.)

Though Howard did not live to see the end, his film inspired Raoul Wallenberg to rescue Jews in WW II, which he would have applauded; the people Pimpernel Smith is rescuing are scientists and journalists imprisoned by the Gestapo.

The film is not just anti-Nazi, which is important. But unlike so many American films made at the time, with their guns-out, let's go blast 'em all attitudes, frequently using Nazi to represent all Germans, which was just as false as today's representation of all Americans as Trumpers.

It's worth remembering the Germans who did not support Hitler's regime, and lived in fear of the next horror their government perpetrated, whether on outsiders or on themselves. Many acted, many others froze in place. Kids, bewildered, tried to survive. I knew a handful of these: my friend Margo, who died ten years ago, was a young teen during the forties. Her mother had ceased communication with the part of her family that supported Hitler. She hid the books written by Jews behind the classics in their home library, and exhorted her two girls to be kind, be kind. Until Margo was sent to music camp on a Hitler Youth activity (all kids had to join) came home to find her home rubble, her mom and sister dead somewhere in that tangle of brick and cement after an Allied bombing mission. Her existence became hand to mouth, including what amounts to slave labor. She was thirteen at the time.

Another friend's mom, a Berliner in her mid-teens, had been coopted to work in the Chancellery typing reports for the German Navy, as there were no men left for such tasks. She lived with her mother, walking to and from work in all weather until their home was bombed. They lived in the rubble, drinking rain water that sifted through the smashed walls; her mother died right there, probably from the bad water; there was no medical care available for civilians, only for the army. This friend's dad was in the army--he had been a baker's apprentice in a small town mid-Germany until the conscription. He was seventeen. He was shot up and sent back to the Russian front five times. He survived it; I remember seeing him shirtless when he mowed the lawn. He looked like a Frankenstein's monster with all the scars criss-crossing his body, corrugated from battlefield stitchwork. That pair met and married while floating about in the detritus of the war. No homes, living off handouts from the occupation until the guy was able to get work as a construction laborer. (Few bakeries, though in later life, he made exquisite seven layer cakes and other Bavarian pastries for his family.)

What can we do? Keep on resisting, without taking up arms and escalating things to that level of nightmare. I so admire Minnesotans. I believe they are doing it right.
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Sunday, January 25th, 2026 06:59 am
It's challenge time!

Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.

Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished!

Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!

Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.

Go!
Saturday, January 24th, 2026 11:45 pm
so my brain doesn't spiral out thinking about yet another ICE murder which is bad enough but it's the entire Trump admin (him included) trying to paint the victims as the violent aggressors. He had a legal carrier permit (which is something the right loves until they don't apparently) And what good does FBI resignations do when all that leaves is Trump's minions?

Or the fact that my student loans want me to slam my head into a wall. I tried to pay them last night and I had to update my account. I didn't want the multfactorial verification be a text because I often can't get texts here. I selected Email but it doesn't work. And doesn't work. And doesn't work. Okay fine I'll do text. I can't change it without calling them. I call today only to find out they don't work weekends. HOW are people who work all day expected to call you? Fine, I'll call next week but I gotta pay now. Phone option it is. I try that. and it keeps trying to delete my bank account. It takes me calling back and going thru it all four times before it works.

So what IS positive?

Well it's going on midnight but it's not snowing yet. (with my luck it means the power will go out over night. I can not leave it this hot in here and sleep. Ugh. I have it hot so it'll take longer to cool if I DO lose power)

Since it wasn't snowing I pay for the online Abney Park Dark Academia concert with like 20 minutes before it airs. It was actually really good. He's getting good at creating storylines for his concerts.

I had orange/peach ketel one vodka/St Germaine elderflower martinis with a twist of orange not lemon because of the infused vodka. Yum. I put all my liquor on the porch so it was icy. that was nice.

I made a call to my college friend who lost her dad about two weeks ago. I think I need to call more often. As with ELD who I talk to often, there is just something nice about actually talking to people.

I was able to cook off all the things I wanted to. The one mistake was the Aldi's struesel which I cooked to the package instructions to the least time suggested. Mom was right. I should have done less heat, longer cook. The outside had begun to burn, the goo came out but the inside puff pastry is near to raw. On the other hand it IS tasty and I would get this for company (and cook it lower and slower)

I finished the class work. I need to clean tomorrow if I have power. Here's hoping. (I suspect no one is going to work on Monday anywhere east of Kansad)

I forgot to share my story yesterday so have it now.

Title: Wake Up Your Dream

Summary: Emotional hurt and drained, Angel escapes to the carousel outside the hotel. Heaven is going to be barred to him, he just knows it. He’ll never see Molly again. What is even the point? He’s ready to give up but his friends have a different idea.

Rating: teen

Notes:Written for the allbingo prompt of Sing You Sinners and the lyrical titles bingo prompt of Lyric with "sleep" or "wake". I chose Wake Up by Julie and the Phantoms
Also written for spikesgirl58’s 6 word challenge. The 6 words were Subway, Proposal, Carpet, Priority, Nap, & Spend

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And it's Science Saturday


Arctic blast probably won't cause trees to explode in the cold — but here's what happens if and when they do go boom since this was clickbait all over the place this week, here is what it is.

Scientists may be approaching a 'fundamental breakthrough in cosmology and particle physics' — if dark matter and 'ghost particles' can interact

'Pain sponge' derived from stem cells could soak up pain signals before they reach the brain this would be game changing

2,400-year-old Hercules shrine and elite tombs discovered outside ancient Rome's walls

Medieval 'super ship' found wrecked off Denmark is largest vessel of its kind

'Goddess of dawn': James Webb telescope spies one of the oldest supernovas in the early universe
https://www.sciencenews.org/article/cosmic-ring-cosmology-principle?utm_source=firefox-newtab-en-ushttps://cornerofmadness.dreamwidth.org/2190354.html"> A massive cosmic ring may challenge a key assumption about the universe
Saturday, January 24th, 2026 10:05 pm
Holy cow. Now the forecasters are predicting 6 - 12 inches of snow. I almost forgot to set the faucets dripping. It’s colder than late night, -4F /-20C with a wind chill of -14F/-26C.

Woke up a little after 7 AM. I think that the heat vent in the bedroom is blocked because it was freezing cold in there.

I managed to get the dogs inside in about 15 minutes. It’s very cold.

Oh! The snow is starting at 4 PM now. That helps. Maybe I should take a shower to let my hair dry before taking a nap. No, I’m going to take my nap now and blow-dry my hair later.

I unblocked the heat vent in the bedroom, and it’s toasty warm in there now. Had a nice nap. Overslept quite a bit.

The snow started at 2. I didn’t take a shower, but instead, I DoorDashed an errand (done). Now I think that I want another nap. Bella grabbed a piece of donut out of my hand. Cheeky pup. I established that Gracie knows her name because I called her to get the other half of the donut, and she came running over. So when she doesn’t come when called, she’s just ignoring me :)

Bella was whining because I wasn’t paying attention to her. Remedied that.

Slept until 8 PM. Holy cow. Wrestled a recycle bin onto the basement stairs landing. Fed us all. Me to Bella: “No, you can’t have Zara’s food. You ate dinner. I saw you.” She was not convinced.

Hmm. I could buy a used Suburu Crosstek for not a lot of money. I'll keep that in mind in case I need to replace the Honda.

It’s late (almost 10 PM). I need to get to bed.

It’s predicted to snow all night, so we’ll wake up to a pretty mess.
Saturday, January 24th, 2026 08:40 pm
The world is on fire, but after ICE murdered someone else in Minneapolis this morning, I called both my senators and also Chuck Schumer--I called him a coward and said we needed him to do better, giving my old Manhattan zip code. Apparently enough people made enough calls, and Schumer said an hour ago that Senate Democrats won't provide the votes for a funding bill that includes the Department of Homeland Security.

It seems likely that Alex Pritti's murder mattered to people who were prepared to overlook their murder of Renee Good, because it shows that while ICE is profoundly racist, a white man with a gun permit isn't safe either.

I can't do much for my friends in Minneapolis, but if there's something that would be useful, please ask.

ETA: After posting that, I realized I could afford to donate some money. So, I followed the links on Naomi Kritzer's recent post, donated $50 to Minnesota Rapid Response, and bought a bunch of dental floss to a group that was asking for that.
Saturday, January 24th, 2026 01:17 pm
We have 16 people for Elbow Coffee. Rarely do we ever get the full 16. Today we had 15 and the chatter was lively. A lot of it was about computers. I kept my mouth shut tight. An planned my closet organization in my head. Everyone (except Bonny) expected me to jump in with answers to their questions. I did not. No one asked me anything directly so I had no reason to be rude. Just silent. Bonny did praise me after for my restraint (and then asked me why her iPhone no longer had the screen she liked on it - but she knows I don't 'do' Apple).

So after and after I got some lunch, I went into the closet. My arms are really closet tired. My left arm is no longer interested in putting hangars on the top rods. My right arm said ok but not to get carried away.

I reduced the hangings by 17 items and there are another 5 that are on the cusp. Also two pair of shoes bit it. All the detritus is now bagged up and in the trolley to go down to the donation bin this afternoon. The summer stuff is in the far corner. The solids are together, the favorites are in front with the pants. The jackets, vests and hoodies are in their own section. The summer shoes are up high. The favorite shoes are on the bottom. The ones most likely to be culled next are in the middle.

I have clear plastic boxes coming Monday and I know where they are going to go and what they are going to house (bras, panties, socks). I have hooks for both my swim suits and both my swim bags.

The ironing board makes a perfect table when needed - half or whole and rolls easily into its garage out of the way when done. Also it will be easy to iron anything quickly.

It is the perfect closet for me. And now it's organized and I love it. Next up, go through all the drawers on the shelves in the storage unit and organize them and toss out what I no longer need. That will not be today. My closet arms seriously need a rest.
Saturday, January 24th, 2026 02:01 pm
A balmy 'feels like -9 / 16F' out there so, having survived the high winds and -20 of yesterday, thought to try my luck getting up to Loblaws, because of course tomorrow is Moar Snow. Again, not forecast to be the huge dump of elsewhere. 7-10 cm ie 2-4 inches, like Wednesday. But not easy to be out in and possibly making home delivery a problem, what with snow berms on either side of my street.

Walking wasn't too bad. Ice ridges in the street where snow plows dumped their loads but the corners themselves flattened enough to be passable. A few houses on my block had cut passage for the able-bodies, a few hadn't shovelled at all, but the next block was clear all the way. Except it was clear because someone-- and it must have been the city's contracted snow cleaners because no one else has that kind of largesse-- had dumped piles of salt every few metres and then spread a cm over the entire sidewalk. I do not understand how any of this works, and I'm not even sure the city is still contracting their cleaning out.

Being on a Dr. Siri roll and having exhausted the paperback versions, got the next one in ebook from the library. (Parenthetically, this is a typical winter in that getting dead tree from the library is suspended until at least March.) But either the format or the actual three-strand plot of I Shot the Buddha had me beat. Half way through I had to go back and start again, and when finished, had to go back and reread several passages a third time.  Almost as bad/ good as Diana Wynn Jones or early Ima Ichiko for twistiness. I think there are only three more of these so on I go.
Saturday, January 24th, 2026 12:46 pm
Although I was still tired yesterday I yet again had trouble falling asleep. This is getting very tiresome. I think I'll take some melatonin tonight.

This morning Aria and I concocted a batch of my egg/vegetable/sausage muffins. Aria turns out to be remarkably skilled at cracking eggs and beating them considering she is only six, and wasn't at all daunted by the fact that we were using 18 eggs. She also insisted on helping me distribute the sausage chunks and the frozen mixed vegetables into the muffin pans and *really* wanted to help me pour the beaten eggs into the pans, but I definitely felt that that was a job for me. As soon as I got up she was impatient to get started, but I wanted to wait until I'd had breakfast and the ingredients had at least partly thawed and she was surprisingly patient while these things were happening.

Whenever I've made these muffins in the past using my own silicone muffin pans, they have just slipped right out of the pans when they're cooked, but this morning when I tried to slide them out of my daughter's silicone pans they stuck to the sides and bottom and some of them ended up partly broken in pieces. I have no idea why this happened, but maybe I'll try cooking them a bit longer next time. These are cooked (they were in the oven at 375F for an hour and ten minutes) but no doubt this oven doesn't heat exactly the same as my old one did and maybe they weren't cooked quite enough.

The girls have all been slightly unwell this week, not unwell enough to miss school but unwell enough to be grumpy. This morning their mother took them to the doctor and they all have viral tonsillitis. Their parents are having them gargle with salt water, which they aren't happy about.

It was -14℃/7℉ when we got up this morning and is supposed to stay well below freezing all day and into tomorrow. My son in law went out yesterday to buy groceries and found that the parking lot of the supermarket was jammed and there were long queues inside. He picked up the last two packages of the meat he wanted, and other things were out of stock. He went out early this morning to a different supermarket and was able to find everything he needed to keep us from starving for the next few days.
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Saturday, January 24th, 2026 09:04 am
It's actually probably not related at all but, since I've had no other side effects from Wegovy so far, I'm counting it. Leg cramps. OMG. I get them once in a great while at night and got them last night so didn't connect the dot. But, volleyball, OMG, my legs were killing me. Dr. Google says hydrate. Watch me drink a pool of water today, baby. Leg cramps hurt.

The pool water was warm enough. Not as warm as before but ok. But the pool room temperature - usually 81 or 82 - was 77 which is fucking cold when you are wet. Not fun. It will be fine for laps, tho.

I have several things I want at Costco. I think I'm going tomorrow afternoon. Usually, I hate going in the afternoons (and I may yet change my mind) but, everyone for miles around will be glued to their TV's for the local NFL team's playoff game so I'm thinking it will be prime Costco time.

Today is elbow coffee and then, me time. I want to get in and rearrange my closet and cull out some stuff but I may hold off on that til next week.

I do love my closet. I think I'm also going to make it into a very cozy dressing room. A place for everything.

Yes, I have lots of shoes. For a couple of reasons. 1. A cliche. Fat women have lots of shoes because it's the only thing we can buy anywhere off the rack anywhere and have them fit like normal people. But more 2. I have very very crappy feet. They have no arches. One has severe (but now healing finally) yeast infection. The other one has nerve issues. To keep them (the feet) operational - walking without pain - I change shoes a lot. Those that felt fine a month ago, now kill me. BUT I know from experience, their time will come again. I used to just throw them out when they started killing me but I learned when I started rebuying the same shoes months later. So now, I just have a closet full of shoes but really wear only 2 or 3 pair and then rotate the rest in an out every month or so.

Now I am going into my magical closet and get dressed.

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Saturday, January 24th, 2026 09:20 am
Homegoing is family epic by Ghanaian-American author Yaa Gyasi. It follows the descendants of two half-sisters in Ghana in the 18th century: One, Effia, marries a British governor there. The other, Esi, is captured in raids and sold into slavery in America by that same governor. Gyasi's novel traces the story of their family from there. 

As I'm sure you can imagine just by the novel's description, Homegoing is a heavy book. It's not long--only 300 pages--but the subjects it deals with are dark. Homegoing shines a very personal, intimate light on historical atrocities and it is unflinching in the stark reality of those things. However, it is not sensationalist--the things that happen, particularly to Esi's family, are shocking, but not because Gyasi is playing a gotcha game with the reader, simply because we know these things really happened. This isn't a story about real people, but it is true, in that sense--these things did happen, to generations of people. 

Each chapter is a generation of the family--chapter 1 is Effia's story about marrying the governor, chapter 2 is Esi's story about her capture and imprisonment, chapter 3 is the story of Effia's son Quey, etc.--which allows Gyasi to span centuries of history, shining a light both on the development of Ghana first as it is brought under the yoke of colonialism, through its fight for independence, to regaining its sovereignty; as well as the struggle of Black Americans first against slavery and then on the successive attempts to maintain racism in the state: Jim Crow, chain gangs, the war on drugs. 

While there is great suffering in Homegoing, Gyasi also shows, I think, that joy exists even in the worst times. Even the hardest-suffering of Gyasi's characters still have hopes and dreams; they still fall in love; they still have inside jokes with friends; they still dance and sing and teach children to walk and try to preserve the memories of their loved ones. Homegoing documents an almost unfathomable amount of hardship, but it also knows that life will always try to find a way.

The novel is obviously very well-researched. Gyasi has put a lot of effort into a holistic understanding of both Ghanaian and American history and it shows.  

Although we don't get long with most of the characters, each of them stands out as distinct from one another. Gyasi does a wonderful job of showing their own mindsets, opinions, virtues and vices, relationships with their family and their history, and how that intersects with that character's particular struggle. 

Really a very well-done book. I know I'm going to be thinking about this one for a long time, and I think it has undoubtedly earned its place on the various recommendation lists where it sits. If you are squeamish about the subject material, or not someone who usually goes for books that deal with such heavy issues, I would strongly suggest giving this one a try anyway. It matters that we remember not only that these things were wrong, but why they were wrong, and Gyasi shows that here in vivid detail. It's really worth the read.

Saturday, January 24th, 2026 11:07 am

Saturday, January 24th, 2026 10:35 am
It's weird for Philly & north to be expecting a foot or more of snow and for that to be the *minor* part of a winter storm. We're all battened down, here: lots of food in the freezer, extra milk for hot chocolate, we have a generator. But since not much ice is expected, "only" a foot of snow and bitter cold weather, we count as relatively OK -- this isn't anything people aren't prepared for, after all. My car is a Subaru, and this is why.

I'm thinking a lot about those of you in regions where the infrastructure & housing construction are less prepared. Send up a signal flag at [community profile] fandom_checkin if you can.


You must PET! I command it! says Purrcy and so of course I must obey. A stern taskmaster, but adorable.

Purrcy the tuxedo tabby sits up on his little platform giving the camera a stern look. His ears, which are standing straight up, look exceptionally large.


#Purrcy was playing excitedly in his box, so I stretched my phone over to see what he was playing with -- and it's a Forbidden Hair Tie, he *knows* he's not supposed to have those! I swapped it for a feather toy, less likely to get swallowed to disastrous effect.
#cats #CatsOfBluesky #Caturday

Purrcy the tuxedo tabby's head is on the side in his box, wild-eyed and snarling, teeth visible as he fiercely chews a black elastic hair tie. He is a mighty hunter! Do not touch his prey!


I meant to post My Week in Books on Wednesday, but writing about Lord Shang got involved, also my back hurt. So this is the list as of Wednesday.

#9 Tales from Earthsea, Ursula K. Le Guin
I didn't read this when it first came out in May 2001 -- I was waiting to get around it and then 9/11 happened and my concentration was shot for a year or more. This is where she really does the work of looking at the patriarchal and Western preconceptions she'd lazily incorporated into Earthsea's worldbuilding way back when (when she was young and I was a child) and asking How (in a Watsonian fashion) they got in there, before she dismantles them in The Other Wind.

#10 The Other Wind, Ursula K. Le Guin
So this is the one where Le Guin finally dismantles all the parts of her original Earthsea worldbuilding that didn't grow as she grew, that were put in lazily or because they were tropes or "archetypes" and not because they spoke the Truth of her heart.

One of these things was, why are there no female students on Roke? Another was, how does this relate to the Old Places and the Old Magic? Both of these questions Le Guin started to work with in Tehanu. But the central question is, why does the Land of the Dead look like the ashy afterlife of the mediocre dead in certain Western mythologies, where is Death that is the necessary other side of Life?

And it's pulling on that thread that unravels everything, patriarchy, Old Magic, Kargad lands, dragons, and all. To reform it into a more perfect union? Perhaps. At least one that has a chance to grow better.

And yes, I cried at the end. "Not all tears are evil."

#11 The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett. Re-read for the first time in decades. It was one of my re-re-re-reads during my childhood/teens, but I didn't read it aloud to my kids when they were young because I didn't want to attempt the Yorkshire accents, so the gap was longer than for many of my childhood faves.

I hadn't remembered how much it's a story of two rich children whose parents never wanted them. But of course when I read it then I wasn't a parent, that part didn't register. Another thing I notice now is that it's a sign that Mary and Colin are ill, neglected, and ugly that they are *too thin*, and of returning health and good looks that they become *fatter*. This was normal! This is the human baseline: too thin means undernourished and ill, plump means healthy. When Mary first comes from India her hair is lank, flat, and thin; when she becomes fatter and healthier her hair comes in thicker and glossier.

What did register, what really soaked into my brain, were the descriptions of spring coming. I wonder how much my feeling that spring is the best season is due to this book?

And now that I've been a gardener for years the gardening passages mean even more than they did to me as a child.

#12 Kim, Rudyard Kipling.
Tried reading it as a teen but could never make it out of the first chapter, this was my 1st time through. Not what I expected--I thought there'd be more of a *plot*. And I didn't expect so much of it would be about religious seeking. I knew, from "The Miracle of Purun Bhagat" in The Second Jungle Book that Kipling respected the sadhu tradition, but no-one had mentioned that Kim's most important relationship is with a lama, that spying-for-the-Empire is really his side gig. And WOW, Kipling really has zero respect for the C of E, the Catholic priest comes off a *lot* better.

I picked this up to read because, having just read The Secret Garden, I was thinking about the orphans of Empire who feature so heavily in British kidlit of the late 19th C & between the wars. Wandering through Wikipedia, I found that Kipling *was not a native speaker of English*. I hadn't realized how deeply the imperialist project had twisted him personally. Because it's clear that he loves India as his native land, even though he doesn't love the people as his people--but the English aren't truly his people, either.

People who've imagined what happened to Kim O'Hara in the future are IMHO wrong if they think he'll still be a British agent after 1922 at the latest. By the end of the novel he's still a political ignoramus, but sooner or later he's going to talk to some adult Irishmen about the connection between the most recent (1899-90) famine in India & the Potato Famine. Maybe he'll slip away to Ireland, maybe to America, maybe he'll use his skills for Indian freedom--but once he figures out he's not actually *English*, just another one of their playing-pieces, he's not going to stay loyal. It's just a Game to them, after all.

#13 The Book of Lord Shang: Apologetics of State Power in Early China. By Shang Yang, edited & translated by Yuri Pines
I picked this up because I've read some of Yuri Pines' academic articles. Lord Shang is one of the most reviled writers in traditional Chinese thought, usually for the uniform, harsh punishments he recommends for *everything*. What Pines makes clear -- and what you can see in the text -- is that Lord Shang was opposed to a lot of what were considered virtues -- filial piety, family loyalty, even human feeling (ren, 仁) -- because they were used to indulge sloppiness and corruption. He classified the teachers of such virtues -- that is, Confucian scholars -- among the worthless, wandering class, who have to be eliminated or discouraged if the state is to achieved its goal: the establishment of a unified Empire of All-Under-Heaven.

Obviously Confucian scholars, who Lord Shang hated, would more than return the favor of hating him back! But to my reading they also hated him for two additional reasons.

Lord Shang's formula for controlling the people and molding them into an unstoppable military force involved both a carrot and a stick. The stick was a very heavy punishment-based legal code, which everybody talks about in horror. More important to my mind was the system of carrots: cutting off all other methods of social advancement besides through the military, but leaving military success as a *guaranteed* route to social rising, open to foot soldiers on up. *Any* peasant who went to war and was credited with an enemy head got more land. With more success (= heads), more land, more authority, more money -- the prospect of true social advancement was there, for anyone who was willing to fight.

And this leads to the other reason later scholars hated Lord Shang: it worked. This formula to create a motivated rank-and-file military is one reason Qin overcame the other Warring States, to become the first dynasty and set much of the template for future Chinese history.

There's only been study so far comparing Lord Shang to Machiavelli and I haven't been able to read it, but there's a lot to do there. Both men were realists, advising rulers about what *really* works, talking about human behavior as much as possible stripped of their respective cultures' platitudes. Lord Shang's advice is more extreme because the situation he faced was more extreme: states with millions of people, fielding armies of tens or hundreds of thousands, warring against others for the prize of Emperor of All Under Heaven. The stakes for Machiavelli's Prince were minute by comparison, and the level of control he might exert was also limited. And he didn't propose anything as radical as offering a route for social advancement to peasants.

#14 A Most Efficient Murder, by Anthony Slayton

#15 A Rather Dastardly Death, by Anthony Slayton

First two in the "Mr. Quayle Mysteries". The first one is better, as it has a strong flavor of Wodehouse mixed in with Agatha Christie. But both owe too much to Christie IMHO in that they're *fundamentally* snobbish. Also, as pastiches written by an American, they suffer from a. Americanisms/anachronisms, b. not realizing how the passage of time works. Mr. Quayle is frequently described as a "young man", but he was in The War and this is 1928, he is no longer young.

So they passed the time, but that's about it.
Saturday, January 24th, 2026 03:37 pm
  1. What type of hair do you have? (Thin, Normal, Thick, Frizzy, etc.)

    Thick, fine, and wavy. There is a lot of it and it grows very fast.

  2. What color is your hair currently?

    Starting from my scalp, the first 5 inches are my natural salt and pepper, which I quite like. Then there are a couple of inches of very faded blue. Then there are another 7 or 8 inches of stripped brassy blonde, from when I was dyeing it at home and then stopped because we redecorated the bathroom and I don't want to mess it up. I mostly wear my hair clipped up or in a tight bun right now. As you may have spotted, I have thus far failed at my new year's resolution to find a new hairdresser.

  3. What colors have you dyed/highlighted your hair?

    Black, brown, red, green, blue and purple. When I had dreadlocks, I often had synthetics woven in in bright colours.

  4. If you could dye your hair any color, what would it be?

    L'Oréal Blue Mercury is my current favourite.

  5. What is your hair's length?

    It's down to my shoulder blade, which is longer than I'd like it to be. I prefer it closer to the tops of my shoulders.
Saturday, January 24th, 2026 10:20 am
Snow-pocalypse minus 21 hours.

I have done all the prep work I can.

The arctic front swooped down yesterday, and it is currently 4°F—up from -2°F when I first woke up. Shortly, I will gird up & trek out to the chicken coop to lay down more straw for insulation. That's the only thing I can think of to do for the chicks. Then I will see if the Fluid Film has worked to keep my Prius doors from freezing shut.

The Catskills are supposed to be getting three feet of snow, which has got me so worried about real-life Mimi that I am seriously considering inviting her to come down here, where conditions are predicted to be marginally better. I don't actually like real-life Mimi, but I can't bear the thought of her isolated & helpless in all that snow.

Worth noting that the cost of natural gas, which many folk around here use for heating, has jumped by 63% in the past week. Never let it be said that price gaugers aren't lightning quick to skim a profit from human helplessness.

I'm debating heading to the gym. I am fairly certain this will be my last chance till Wednesday. The YMCA is in Middletown, & I'm such a wuss, I'm actually worried about breaking down on one of those remote country roads twixt here & Middletown, and freezing to death while waiting for Triple A, though I suppose that's unlikely.

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Only wrote 500 words on the WiP yesterday. The coming storm has my mind on full skitter.

Chapter 5 has to do some heavy lifting: Debbie Reynolds dies of COVID in the ICU, Grazia has a psychological breakdown & goes off to stay with the New Millennium Kingdom cult, the creepy old New Millennium Kingdom mansion catches on fire, Neal rescues Grazia, and they have some kind of Deeply Meaningful Conversation on Neal's front porch—so I can segue back to the opening scene of the novel of the three sister wives on Neal's front porch.

My great friend Tom read the first four chapters of the manuscript. He thinks they're strong—but noted that there is a considerable difference in tone between the first chapter and the subsequent three chapters.

Of course, I knew that, too.

And had been thinking, In Draft 2, you'll tighten up that first chapter.

But now, I'm thinking, Hmmmmm... Maybe Chapter 1 frothiness could be a feature not a bug? Like if I could make the final passages of Chapter 5 equally frothy, it could be a wonderful, structural full-circle as well as a plot full circle.

Not sure I have the writing chops to pull that one off, but I'll give it a whirl.

Also, Chapter 6—which will be written from Daria's POV—has to contain much bickering with annoying Mimi.

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In political news, here's a photograph of yesterday's Minneapolis protests:



Tens of thousands of people marching in sub-zero temperatures.

So inspiring.
Saturday, January 24th, 2026 12:01 pm
It's challenge time!

Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.

Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished! Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!

Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.

Go!
Saturday, January 24th, 2026 01:22 am
Wrote 600 words of the 2003 NaNo re-write. This means I have started and that is possibly the most important part? It's a complete overhaul so far but I suspect as I go along, I'll be able to keep full chunks and quite a bit of dialogue. I also see other fine lines to walk as I go; hopefully I won't fuck them up too badly.

Posted to [community profile] inspiredby, posted the event info for the [community profile] small_fandoms Drabblethon coming in February, posted the [community profile] no_true_pair annual schedule...

Got the email inbox down to 240 messages, got the DW inbox down to 47 pages. (On a fuzzy goal of 240/54. I'll take it!)

While I was looking for the 2003 NaNo on the Wayback Machine, I kind of died a little at some of my old website front pages. So sparse, so simple! The one with like four! fandoms, original fic, and a links page was definitely my favorite, lol.

Back to archiving. I'm not going to 'catch up' this weekend, but if I can get down to ~a week behind, I'll be really happy.

As usual, if there's a section you'd like me to wake up, let me know and I'll do it.
Friday, January 23rd, 2026 09:29 pm
It was a good day. I actually slept 6 straight hours without waking up. People were in lab and engaged. I bounced early and thought well it's still sunny, let me do the laundry today (I do it on the weekend) and then go to Jackson for gas/food things I don't have, don't need, but want.

I have big heavy clothes so I need all three washers including the hated front loader. I plug in my quarters and go to turn it on cool water instead of blazing hot and...someone has broken off the temperature control knob. Well that's fun.

Put quarters in the big heavy sheets one and realize...it says out of order in small letters on the screen. Won't give me back my quarters and I REALLY want the sheets clean if the power goes out this weekend. Now I'm yanking stuff from the middle washer before it gets wet and shove the sheets in.

Go to the car to run to Jackson while this washes. My battery dies. I'm praying it's the battery (AGAIN) and not my alternator. Call AAA. It'll be at least an hour (well at least now I can finish laundry before leaving. Call Dad to wish him a happy birthday and tell him I'm stranded in the RV park's back alley (AGAIN. My battery has died back here before). He arrives an hour later and he has the big wrecker that could haul three cars. I feel bad as he has to back it out.

I race my dead-battery to Auto Zone and the guy looks at me we can't replace them in a honda CR-V. What? You have before. What year is it 2015. Oh, yeah we CAN do that. Over 2018 we can't because if you make one mistake which is too easy to do and the computer dies. I have never heard of this and resolve to ask Dad who obsesses over cars and he has a CR-V too (he had never heard of it and is now on a mission to find out) Frick and Frack might just be incompetent because he couldn't even get the housing off my battery and needs to get his coworker. He manages it. The terminal cover snaps off. he drops the battery in sideways, barely gets it back out. I drive off 230$ poorer just happy they didn't destroy my car (try Advanced Auto next time. Also they couldn't find me in the system. I've been there so many times....)

Kroger's of course is a nightmare. And the assholes in Jackson jumped the gas price over 30 cents since the day before (should have got that at work where they haven't) I get all kinds of things I can eat cold if the power goes out. That'll be tomorrow morning's excitement. I go to the library to get the book that was on hold.

I get home and my computer is off. Did I already once?!? Nothing else is blinking but firefox and edge both say thanks for updating so I think an update was forced.

I bought myself Archway Ginger snaps as a treat. They one of the few processed cookies I actually like. I now have a tons of salami, PB&J, and hard boiled eggs plus apples. I will have food.

Saying a little prayer for everyone's power.

But there was one good thing today beside Dad liking the gift I gave him. It's also my book birthday. Check it o ut!!




here on Amazon Paper back, hard back and ebook


Fannish 50 recs. Plenty of them. You can read if you're snowed in.

A Reason For Living Fire Emblem: New Mystery of the Emblem

How to Train Your Alpha Teen Wolf


An Unacceptable Loss Stargate Atlantis


Defining Love Torchwood


Workaholic FAKE


Honoring Satedan CelebrationsStargate Atlantis


Adaptability Torchwood


Not Restful The Fantastic Journey

JACKASS.OCT.11.19XX87_1.TRANSCRIPT The Murderbot Diaries

Adjacent


An Unexpected Discovery Stargate Atlantis


Awkward Conversations Chainsaw Man


listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness Helluva Boss


Alive Again Torchwood


What Cowley Knows. The Professionals


Too Hot for Comfort Stargate Atlantis


I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me). The Professionals


Pillow Talk 9-1-1


Reflection At Bedside A Study in Emerald


Winter Wonderland The Sentinel


But What If There Was a Demon vs Dinosaur Cage Match? Buffy the Vampire Slayer


Being Prepared Due South


The Fear of Not Knowing Due South


Premonition Doctor Who


One More Tattoo Teen Wolf

Friday, January 23rd, 2026 09:29 pm
Crud. I overslept until 7 AM. The crazy cold temperatures have started. And it’s supposed to snow this weekend. I’m screwed. Actually, I can run out tomorrow morning before the snow starts.

Managed to get the dogs in early. Gracie was stalling but finally decided to come in. It’s 2F/-17C with a wind chill of -18F/-28C. The snow is predicted to start Saturday afternoon.

I've been talking cats with my colleagues via IM. I'm lucky that most of them are "pet people".

Got a bunch of stuff done at work.

I told Gracie that she has a puppy ADHD brain. She came over for some pets, and then promptly ran over to the window to look out.

I think that maybe I'll work on the kitchen table tonight. I have a singing lesson, but I'll probably have some time for cleaning. Actually, I should open some packages.

It just occurred to me that Gracie might have never lived in a house before I got her. That would explain a lot.

Fed the critters. I’ll eat after my singing lesson.

Hmm. I’m wondering if I could design and upgrade my closet (in the library) myself or with a handyman. I kind of know what I want: two rods on top of each other for shirts and pants, but I also want a smaller space that has only one rod for dresses. The shelf up top can stay there if it still fits. I keep my shoes in the bedroom closet, which really needs help but is an awkward size. Well, none of it is happening right now.Actually, I found something at Home Depot that might work (I need to measure) and it costs only $138.

Had my singing lesson. I didn’t have a song to practice, so we worked on intervals. That was a mental workout as well as a vocal workout.

Pulled out clean clothes for tomorrow morning. I need to clean the washer drain sometime this weekend, but that will require moving stuff.

Had dinner. It's gotten late (9 PM), and I want to get up early to let my hair dry before contacting AAA. Maybe I could use a blow dryer. Anyway, time for bed.