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Posted by Nathan Yau

For NYT’s the Upshot, Francesca Paris gives context to the recent spike in gas prices in the United States:

It’s the second-largest four-week increase in at least 30 years — bigger than the one at the start of the war in Ukraine in 2022, or the ones associated with the post-recession surge of 2009 and the OPEC production cuts in 1999.

The only bigger jump came after Hurricane Katrina in 2005, when gas supply fell significantly.

Rising everyday expenses probably don’t help the situation. For those keeping track, 50 Cent is currently adjusted to 111 Cent as of this writing.

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Boston locals! Blue Heron, an acapella early music ensemble, is throwing a three-day shindig to celebrate Guillaume de Machaut (died 1377), May 1-3, mostly involving talks about Machaut's works, talks about his lyrics, talks about the illuminations in the manuscripts his works come from, concerts of his music, and also a little ars subtilior tacked on the end just because.

More info https://www.blueheron.org/machaut-weekend/

Affordability note: They have a free ticket option as part of the "Card to Culture program" for people with EBT, WIC, and ConnectorCare(!) cards*, and a discounted "low cost" option.

Of note, the "Opening Festivities: Keynote, Performance & Sing-Along" on Friday night includes (emphasis mine):
a keynote talk by one of the world’s leading scholars of 14th-century music, Anne Stone (CUNY Graduate Center), performances of pieces in several of the genres represented in Machaut’s oeuvre, and a sing-along of the Kyrie from the Messe de Nostre Dame.
Which: huh. Huh. The Kyrie, huh? Wow. Now that is certainly a choice. I commend their bravery. Were I in better health, I would consider showing up just to be in on the shenanigans.

If you're curious what the Kyrie from Machaut's Messe de Nostre Dame sounds and looks like, here you go.

* There is no separate ConnectorCare card like there is for MassHealth. They mean your regular insurance card, which if it's a ConnectorCare plan should say so on it, or so the Mass Cultural Council, whose program it is, thinks.

three concerts

Mar. 22nd, 2026 10:18 pm
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Wednesday, Stanford Music Dept.
The quarterly showcase of matching the students up in chamber music groups. There were a lot of pianists this term, so the concert was full of four-hand and two-piano works by Barber and Rachmaninoff. But the first one, by Mozart, turned out to be scored for two pianos and a cell phone alarm. The scherzo from Ravel's string quartet and the slow movement from Dvořák's Op. 87 piano quartet lacked oomph, but the students get credit for trying.

Saturday, California Symphony
The common thread of the three composers on m.d. Donato Cabrera's program at Lesher in Walnut Creek is that they all came from countries being oppressed by the Russians at the time. Two were contemporary "holy minimalists": Valentin Silvestrov (Ukraine) for Stille Musik, a piece for small string orchestra, beautiful harmonies but disconcertingly off-kilter; and Arvo Pärt (Estonia) for Tabula Rasa, half an hour of two violins playing overlapping hypnotic rocking figures while the string orchestra murmurs behind them. The third was Jean Sibelius (Finland) for his Second Symphony, played as if it were the anthem for Finnish independence it was sometimes taken for. That meant with all the stops out. Even the first movement sounded as grand as the finale, and the finale went totally overboard, the sort of thing that made Virgil Thomson hate Sibelius.
Recent Cal Sym concerts have been pretty full, so it was notable that this one was more sparsely attended. The Sibelius is a crowd-pleaser, so it must have been Silvestrov and Pärt who scared the hordes away.

Sunday, Marea Ensemble
Ensemble consisting of a string quartet (four women) and a soprano (Lori Schulman), presented by the Santa Cruz Chamber Players at their usual church in the hills behind Aptos. What attracted me to this one was the theme of "a journey from despair to hope" bookended by Shostakovich's Eighth Quartet, probably the most suicidal piece in the repertoire, and the "Heiliger Dankgesang" from Beethoven's Op. 132 quartet, probably the most luminous piece in the repertoire.
In the event, the Shostakovich was solemn and deliberate, avoiding slashing vehemence, which more matched it with the equally solemn and quite graceful Beethoven than contrasted with it.
The four pieces in between were all by contemporary American composers, three of them vocal. My favorite was "And So" from Caroline Shaw's song cycle Is a Rose, for its imaginative, varied and sweet accompaniment, but then Shaw is one of my favorite living composers. A cycle by Eliza Brown employed varying styles depending on the nature of the poems, but favored shimmering chords of light dissonance. Source Code by Jessie Montgomery, the instrumental piece, consisted of fragments taken from or evoking spirituals embedded in a soup of dissonance.
Local composer Chris Pratorius Gómez, who shows up on SCCP programs a lot, set "Sonder," a purpose-written poem by local writer Kristen Nelson about shared humanity under crisis. I like patterned poetry, and this was made even more effective by the composer's choice to give some of the lines to the instrumentalists to be spoken, like this:
Singer: Here hawks still circle and screech
Quartet: For now
Singer: Here owls still hoot at night
Quartet: For now
Afterwards I was able to speak to Nelson and compliment her on the poem. A long series of patterned triplets addressed "to a photo of the kids I love / their guts intact in their bellies" included
May they never fear the sky
May they never fear the sea
May they never fear the cops
A rear gut-kicker, that one, I told her, and she said, "Oh good, you got it."

Foxfibre [text/ag]

Mar. 23rd, 2026 01:01 am
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The YouTube algorithm pseudorandomly served me this, thereby answering the question I'd had on a distant back burner forever, "Hey, didn't I hear something about colored cotton cultivars once upon a time? Cotton that you didn't need to dye? Like back in the 90s?"

If you are a fellow fiber freak or interested in agriculture or organic crops or the underappreciated problem of sustainable clothing production, you may find this as fascinating as I did:

2026 Mar 7: Good Yarn Bad Knits [goodyarnbadknits YT]: "The Yarn That Almost Saved The World"

Dept. of Memes

Mar. 22nd, 2026 09:49 pm
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Music Meme, Day 24

A song that gets stuck in your head: 

This one is ever-changing for me, as I imagine it is for other people. A song that you wake up with in your head one day, one that lilts or churns or waltzes through your head throughout that day may give way the next morning to something completely different, but equally mesmerizing. As someone who wakes up and goes to sleep with music, I think that's a wonderful thing. 

There are dangers. If you're unlucky enough to get some song or other piece of music that you can't stand it could drive you spare. Bob told me once that he had that happen to him when he was much younger. He wasn't able to get it out of his head for days. I was about to say that I wouldn't wish that on an enemy, but actually, that would be an exquisitely nasty thing for a nasty enough enemy. 

But in general, if you're like me, the songs that get stuck in your head are pieces where the music, or the words, or some combination of both are positive things. 

So here are two songs that almost always remain in my mind long after their notes have faded. 

I love music and words that combine to become aurally hypnotic. REM's "Maps and Legends" does that for me. "Maybe these maps and legends have been misunderstood." The descant that Mike Mills sings behind Michael Stipe's strange and only partially understandable (in both senses of the word) lyrics are what I wish I could have sung as a backup singer. They are borderline ecstatic, a word I've used more than once this week. 




Here's a link to my last entry, which will, if you're patient enough, lead you to all my previous entries. 

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In more other news, we've got a mouse. Not one of the authorized mice who're expected to be here and cared for and all that. But some wild mouse that [personal profile] bunnyhugger heard, and then saw, running across the floor apparently unaware that they're being incredibly obvious. We've had mice get into the house before and we know the rough procedure. [personal profile] bunnyhugger got out some of the live traps and went through the extremely fiddly process of getting them ready.

The one possible complication: what if this is a mother mouse? It's easy enough to relocate one to the garage, but getting the mouse pups with her would be a problem. But, no way to know until we catch them and check their underside. Also no way to know that it's just one mouse, and not several that [personal profile] bunnyhugger has seen one time each.


In the Dutch Wonderland pictures we approached Exploration Island, but have we explored it yet? No? Well, let's see if we don't fix that today.

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Here's what you'll find on Exploration Island: dinosaurs!


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Oh, yeah, I should specify, animatronic dinosaurs so just in case here's the fire extinguisher!


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Exploration Island, as it is, isn't more than a dozen or so years old so these trees have to predate that. I don't know what the island was used for before this.


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As ever, seeing dinosaur stuff these days mostly involves me learning there's all kinds of new names of dinosaurs I never heard of before with names I'm not going to remember.


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Ankylosaur I know because a sound clip of an automated voice reading ``ankylosaur'' is used whenever the Greatest Generation podcast hosts realize they don't know how to say a word.


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Now these guys I know. Animatronic Calvins!


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Aw yeah, Stegosaurus, you can't have dinosaurs without these guys.


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This one was neat because you maybe see the silvery panel on the right there? There's a bunch of buttons you can press that activate the connected gear, and so you actually make the dinosaur do things. You can get surprisingly lifelike movement with just a little practice!


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I don't know the Shunosaurus but it looks like it's been ordered to stay in its little box there.


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I know nothing of the Psittacosaurus but you can see the Turnpike ride behind them, and vice-versa.


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Here you see a little better the Turnpike auto, and also a cow that's not animatronic but just a Turnpike prop.


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The sign means both physically and emotionally touching the dinosaurs. Keep it professional.


Trivia: Gus Grissom and John Young's Gemini 3 was the last American crew not to wear the stars-and-stripes on their flight suits. Source: Gemini Flies! Unmanned Flights and the First Manned Mission, David J Shayler.

Currently Reading: Inspired Enterprise: How NASA, the Smithsonian, and the Aerospace Community Helped Launch Star Trek, Glen E Swanson.

The Jewish War: First half of Book 4

Mar. 22nd, 2026 08:05 pm
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Last week: Josephus really hypes Vespasian up! Galilee is also very nice! Discussion of Josephus' prophecy of Vespasian, both in Josephus and in Feuchtwanger's novelization, with detours into Antonia and Caenis.

This week: Internal strife in Jerusalem! Lots of internal strife!

Next week: Last half of book 4.

Movie log.

Mar. 22nd, 2026 10:40 pm
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We’ve watched four movies this weekend: Meet Me In St. Louis, Tommy, The Wizard of Speed and Time, and The History of Future Folk.

Overall, I found Meet Me to Ben the weirdest and least accessible.

Chatting and writing

Mar. 22nd, 2026 10:08 pm
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Slept til nearly 12:00 today, then got up and had breakfast and coffee.

Went to the Starsky and Hutch creative work session, and chatted til after 7:00. During the session my doorbell buzzed. It was an Amazon delivery, of my new FitBit which the Kid got me.

I got a little writing done, the story I've been working on is now over 4,000 words. Go me!

After we got off, I grabbed a snack and then Teamed the FWiB. We didn't talk as long as usual tonight, but we were on for an hour. We had started late so it was 8:30 by the time we finished, and time to call Middle Brother.

Middle Brother is fine, nothing new.

After that call, I opened the FitBit and started setting it up. It is charging now. It's a lovely lavender color.

Then I had dinner and puttered online while I was waiting for the FitBit to charge. At pet feeding time I fed the pets, and then I started here.

That's the whole day.

Gratitude List:

1. The FWiB.

2. The Kid.

3. New FitBit.

4. Got some writing done.

5. Discovered a magazine that I will probably get the Kid a subscription to for her birthday.

6. Middle Brother is fine.
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The film's code designer, Simon Whiteley, reportedly created the effect by scanning characters from his wife's Japanese cookbooks.

Periodic Sunday Book Summaries--#6

Mar. 22nd, 2026 06:38 pm
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Sunday book summaries are my casual log of what I’ve been reading this week. These are not formal reviews. They’re more my reactions and musings as taken from my journal when I complete the reading, and at times will contain notes about how they influence my thoughts on what I’m writing. 

I’ve had some issues with sleep and back pain this last week, so you get a week’s worth of writing this time. 

First off is a reread of a book which has had a significant influence on my life with horses—Alois Podhajsky’s My Horses, My Teachers. This book is Podhajsky’s memoir about specific horses that he recalls very well, along with a dose of his horse training philosophy, crowned with the simple phrase—“I have time.” 

This book was my introduction to the world of dressage. Until then, considering the time (early 1970s) and the location (south Willamette Valley), and my lack of exposure to any professional training or schooling, my best resources had been writers like Margaret Cabell Self and the Western Horseman magazine. Most nonfiction horse books available either in the school library or the Springfield Public Library were either generalist or specifically Western-focused. I was wrestling with a difficult mare to train and handle, and Podhajsky gave me some useful insights that have carried over to my attitude toward training horses. Besides “I have time,” his assessment of how he needed to change up his training based on the differing temperaments of the horses he worked with made me realize early on that “one size fits all” absolutely did not work for horse training. As a result, I learned some techniques that later served me well with my Mocha mare and now with my Marker boy. These days I also have a little thrill when I recognize significant names in dressage, such as General DeCarpentry. I didn’t know who he was back in the day, but now…. 

Next up is a read inspired by my past reading of Starry and Restless, Emily Hahn’s The Soong Sisters. Alas, it was a bit disappointing (not surprising, given the history of the book as related in Starry and Restless). While there are some good insights about the nature of China in the era of pre-World War Two and the early days of the war, there are a lot of passages taken from writings by the sisters’ husbands. No doubt these three ladies had a significant influence on Chinese political development, not only given who they were married to (Sun Yat-Sen, Chiang Kai-shek) but the role each woman played behind the scenes. I had expected a little more, but still…on the other hand, I’ll be checking out other Hahn writings. She wrote this at a fraught time in her life (a fraught moment in a life full of them) and it was a piece pushed out quickly. 

Do Admit by Mimi Pond was a fun read, being a graphic book interpretation of the history of the Mitford sisters. The cartooning style works very well for this particular history, and Pond’s callback to not just Charles Addams-style drawings but the stylings of assorted political graphics of the era adds depth to the history. Not just that but Pond made it a fun read, plus she picked up on some additional historical pieces that I hadn’t seen elsewhere. Definitely worth checking out! 

Then there’s the reading inspired by a social media exchange about women reading Sword and Sorcery fiction with one writer who, frankly, looking at the credentials she has in her bio, should probably not be making broad statements moaning about the lack of female presence in S&S and the lack of female writers just yet in her career. I pulled out Joanna Russ’s The Adventures of Alyx, where the title character—female—goes on assorted adventures, eventually getting pulled into a science fictional time travel story. But before then…Alyx is a pick-lock, and has multiple adventures (including sexual escapades). There’s a shoutout to Fritz Leiber and his character Fafhrd which is somewhat amusing since he’s one of her conquests but she can’t remember whether his name is Fafnir or Fafhrd but she definitely has fond memories of him. 

Even better, the Suck Fairy hasn’t visited Alyx, which is rather nice to encounter. Alyx is witty, fun, and a quick study when it comes to interesting magical stuff. 

Finally, a wee bit of a rant. I picked up a historical romance set in the late nineteenth/early twentieth century that was published in 1987, Fionna’s Will, by Lana McGraw Boldt. And oh, oh, dear. I had originally read it back in that era—it was published by a big mass market paperback company (though that wasn’t all they did), and it has a few nice but positive ratings (which are on the old side). But. Oh, oh, dear. Speaking of the Suck Fairy…. 

Don’t get me wrong. Mc Graw Boldt possesses a good command of language and the book is eminently readable from that respect. I did spot some typos but that’s normal. 

However. 

I wasn’t too far in before my developmental editing/beta reading fingers started itching, BAD. The book is a product of its era in many ways, including the sprawl of character arcs and story threads that…sigh. Could have been written tighter or had scenes/threads cut entirely. Look, I like me a nice twisty plot, and Fionna’s Will definitely has that. I like strong-willed female characters who Do Stuff, and Fionna’s Will has piles of that happening. One of the major plots involves Fionna’s love and relationships with two men, simultaneously, and that’s a bit spicy and fun. 

All sorts of fun juicy stuff, BUT. 

The book is thin when it comes to crucial elements, while suffering from bloat—482 pages in mass market paperback format, and even though it’s a fast read, it’s a LOT. The characters are a mile wide and an inch deep, plus Fionna comes off as the more-than-competent Mary Sue character. Oh, she’s interesting enough, no question about it. She goes through a lot. But she is so. darn. competent in an over-the-top way. She manages to juggle babies by different men in such a way that the man she eventually marries never finds out that the boy he thinks is his eldest surviving son…isn’t. How that works out significantly impacts my willing suspension of belief. 

Gotta say, though, I like that Fionna’s an abolitionist, helped slaves on the Underground Railroad, and possessed fairly enlightened attitudes for the time. All the same…. 

Then there’s the nice neat way where all the loose threads end up tying together. At one point I was thinking dear God, why doesn’t she just put up a sign saying that dang near every incidental encounter is a Chekov’s Gun scenario? So many pat endings to walk-on characters that don’t really add any significance to the story. SO SO MANY. 

Plus the utterly unrealistic description of a nineteenth century wise woman/herbalist/midwife stopping bleeding from a miscarriage in…arrgh, let’s just say that if I had been the editor, it’s one piece that would have been cut. It didn’t advance the plot to go into the graphic detail that had nothing to do with how female biology works in real life (shoving a fist up the vaginal channel to stop excess bleeding??? Huh???). We’d already seen the impact of the miscarriage on the characters. It wasn’t needed. That piece was just…I have to wonder if a male editor insisted upon it, OR SOMETHING. 

As I said before, however, the book is a product of its time. I can think of other historical romances that I read back then that were equally as thick, and if I revisited them, probably have even greater Suck Fairy visitations. This was one of the best stories of its time—I thought so then and I doubt my impressions have changed. If I stumble across them in a freebie situation, I’d probably reread them. 

However. Beverly Jenkins and Courtney Milan (to name two of my favorites) do it better these days, with the same degree of period-appropriate enlightened attitudes that appeal to the modern reader, with tighter plotting and pacing, much leaner prose, and deeper characterization. 

Still, I don’t regret the reread. Working my way through some other books, and waiting for the latest library ebook holds to be ready. Might be one week for the next book summary, might not. Got stuff happening, so…that’s it for now.

If you like what you’ve read, please feel free to check out my books at https://www.joycereynolds-ward.com/books or drop a tip at my Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/joycereynoldsward
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The apology list, episode 1

Mar. 22nd, 2026 03:55 pm
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This year I am 50. That's simultaneously very old, and still young enough to get plenty done. I can feel my body really complaining on some days. The sleep apnea is the worst of my troubles. Still, on a relative scale, I'm pretty lucky.

In this milestone year I present the following:

The Apology List, Episode 1

Each of these things is something from my past that I regret and wish I could apologize for, but for some unfortunate reason an apology is out of reach. The list is partly about unburdening myself, and partly a chance just to think about how behavior and wisdom evolve over a lifetime. I do of course have other regrets, many far worse. These are the ones that I can put on a public list.

They're not in any particular order.

The Pool

Approximate year:

1985

Person:

Our next-door neighbor, one house up the street. I think her name was Jeanie. Her property had lush landscaping that had grown a bit wild, and somewhere in there was a swimming pool, which had been drained and lain empty for years. The pool was built on a hill and had a small pumphouse below, lost in foliage.

Incident:

One day I wandered into the pumphouse and discovered the pump. I was fascinated by the wires and metal bits, so I returned later on with a screwdriver and took it apart, and stole the motor and carried it home. My parents realized what happened and apologized to Jeanie. She graciously said I could keep the parts. I never spoke to her about it personally.

Reason I can't apologize:

I no longer live at that house, and she no longer lives at the one next door. No one has her contact information, and she is likely deceased.

What I would say:

"I'm sorry I destroyed your pool motor. Thank you for handling it so graciously. I've lived in a lot of neighborhoods now, and I don't think I've ever had neighbors who would respond so well to a kid sneaking onto their property and doing such vandalism. More likely it would result in a furious and threatening rant, police action, and years of resentment. You were truly a great neighbor to a weird and unpredictable kid."

The Industrial Fan

Approximate year:

1999

Person:

An adorable young lady deep into industrial music, arriving as a freshman at UCSC.

Incident:

She had short brown hair and wore a lot of black, and like many people who were in the goth/industrial scene of the time, it was clear that sweetness and cynicism were fighting an epic war inside her head, and she needed allies. She was thrilled to meet people who were into her music, and I could sense she also had a crush on me after we bonded over Skinny Puppy albums. We had friends in common and would often run into each other.

One day she ended a conversation with me by saying "Brap on".

"What?" I said, confused.

"You know ... Uh ... 'Brap', like Nivek Ogre. 'Brap on'."

"Oh! Hah! Yeah, definitely! Brap on!" I said, grinning madly. I'd been too slow to get the reference.

She looked horribly embarrassed. I could read her thoughts on her face: "Oh my god he thinks I'm absolute idiot."

I wasn't fast enough on my feet to correct the impression. She turned and walked quickly away. We never spoke again.

Reason I can't apologize:

I never got a contact email for her outside of the UCSC system, and I've forgotten her name. With luck, she's forgotten completely about me.

What I would say:

"Sorry that exchange went so badly. The truth is, I wasn't used to being in a situation where my approval mattered to anyone else. In fact, I was an idiot in general, for a bunch of reasons during that time, and you would have made a great friend and we could have had plenty of fun conversations, but it might have actually been a blessing that we never dated."

"Dud"

Approximate year:

1983

Person:

My father.

Incident:

When we would greet each other around the house, I would sometimes call him "dud" instead of "dad". In my head I thought it was a fun little tweak to the word that reminded me of Milk Duds and being a "stud" and other good things. What did not occur to me, was that "dud" had another more obvious meaning: A defective explosive. So it was like I was calling my Dad an unexploded bomb, or more generally, a failure.

I probably did it a dozen times. He never questioned me about it. Did he think I was insulting him, and he just swallowed it rather than getting angry? Or did he somehow intuit from my tone and expression that it was positive?

It never even occurred to me to ask, until many years later when I suddenly remembered it.

Reason I can't apologize:

I had opportunities to but it never came up. Now he's gone.

What I would say:

"Whoah dang, I can't believe I didn't realize how stupid and inflammatory that sounded! Thanks for taking it in stride, though I do kinda wish you'd asked me about it."

The Art Teacher

Approximate year:

1988

Person:

The nice art teacher in Santa Cruz that my parents took me to for lessons.

Incident:

I was fascinated by a transparent plastic curtain rod that she had in the back yard as a garden decoration, and at the end of a lesson she let me keep it. There were two other boys present during that session, who were brothers. We were all hanging around on the back porch waiting for our parents to pick us up, and the teacher was inside.

The boys saw the curtain rod. One of them wanted to hold it, but I said no. We argued about it. The other brother saw this, and tried to wrestle it out of my hands. I held on. The first brother got involved. I pushed the curtain rod down onto the porch and added my knee on top, trying to augment my two hands against their four. They pulled upward and yelled at me.

Fearing the curtain rod would break, I decided to run away to the other side of the garden, so I abruptly reversed my effort and pulled it upright. On the way up it smacked the first brother in the face and he let go. Crying, he ran into the house, and the other brother followed. I went to the other side of the garden and sat down, unsure what to do.

A little later it was time for our parents to pick us all up. The art teacher brought me inside and sat me down, and gave me an explanation of what was happening.

The two boys had told their parents they'd been attacked by me without provocation. Their parents had declared that they didn't want to bring their kids to art classes if I was going to be there.

The teacher was familiar enough with me to know I wasn't the kind of person to start a fight, but she hadn't seen the incident so she had no way of defending me to the parents. She said she was on a tight budget and couldn't afford to lose two clients, and the parents had also threatened to tell all the other parents about me and tell them to keep away. So she was giving in to their demands, and I could no longer take classes from her.

For a very long time after this incident I just felt sad, because I'd let the nice art teacher down by getting in trouble. I'd really enjoyed the lessons and wished they could continue. If I'd just let the brothers have the dang curtain rod, even though I was pretty sure they would keep it, that could have happened.

Eventually I saw from the perspective of an adult that she'd left me unsupervised with two kids who were strangers to me, and they were sibling boys who behaved very differently as a pair when together. Perhaps it was a recipe for conflict. Also, while those two boys had been outrageous liars, the real tragedy was that their parents had been bullies, by threatening harm unless their demands were met. The teacher had been caught in the crossfire. This is one of those incidents where I felt there was less to apologize for as time went on.

Reason I can't apologize:

I'm pretty sure the art teacher is deceased. With luck, no one else remembers this incident anyway.

What I would say:

"Sorry I was a factor in that mess. I've always had a stubborn streak, and I didn't get along with almost all the other boys my own age. If I'd been smarter I would have left the curtain rod and run inside, to get an adult back into the situation. I hope your art classes continued and you managed to make enough money that you could be more choosy, and didn't have to placate obnoxious parents any more."

Snowflake Challenge: day 6

Mar. 22nd, 2026 11:04 pm
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Challenge #6

Top 10 Challenge.

The category(ies) you choose are up to you. You can give top 10 Fics you read last year, the top 10 songs to create to, the top 10 guest stars on your favorite show, top 10 characters in your favorite book series, top 10... well, you get the idea.


I was very stuck on this for some time - hence the lack of updates since January - but then I remembered that last year I participated in the subreddit r/GraphicNovels's tournament of Top Twenty graphic novels (actually any form of sequential art even vaguely applicable, the guy running the Tournament joked that he was waiting for someone to send in a long tapestry as one of their faves)




My matchup - I was very soundly trounced in the first round by one of the most prolific posters there, and rightly so https://www.reddit.com/r/graphicnovels/comments/1o5ssuv/tournament_of_lists_2025_all_time_top_20_comics/ 


The eventual winner, it's a really interesting collection and I had a good time thinking of what to add- https://www.reddit.com/r/graphicnovels/comments/1omr7k3/congratulations_to_americantabloid3_for_winning/ 

The only work I regret not including is Calvin and Hobbes, which I read as an adult and have loved ever since. 

Newstalk '74

Dec. 22nd, 1985 02:10 pm
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When I was a kid, one of my favorite toys of all time was a battery-powered tape recorder. It was about half the size of a shoebox, and had a handle you could clutch while running around the house making farting noises.

My siblings used it too. In 1985, when she was eleven years old, my older sister had an idea: She would be a radio interviewer. She didn't discriminate: I remember interviews with Mom and Dad, visiting houseguests, the dog, the neighbor's dog, and us playing (badly) various celebrities, all recorded to tape, which we'd play back a hundred times.

Against long odds, ten of the interviews have survived. Here they are, along with a little commentary from 2026 as I write this.

My mom wasn't interested in politics for a long time, right up until Obama ran in 2008. Having spent her teenage years in Berkeley in the 1960's I assume she just got burned out on it for a while.

Petrea's friend Jessica had as big as a crush on Sting as Petrea had on David Bowie. This interview where Jessica pretends to be Sting survived, but there was another equally ridiculous one where Petrea played Bowie.

My older sister switches things around, and has her friend Jessica interview her as The President. Welcome to an 11-year-old's vision and knowledge of Ronald Reagan.

This one is noteworthy because it is exactly the sort of idiotic accent-based humor that would get a young person crucified if it appeared in a social media post any time in the last 15 years.

Some time in the 1980's after this was recorded, us kids spent some time hanging out with a lovely Chinese man named Jin, a visiting university student whom we all adored. This was quite exceptional: Most of the people in our town - adults included - had never even seen, let alone met, a Chinese national in person before. I'm pretty sure we would have been mortified if Jin heard this interview, and felt appropriately bad about it. Luckily he never did.

We're all so old now that the chances of anyone's career being ruined by this dumb recording are zero. I think it's worth preserving because it serves as evidence that yes, suburban kids from the 80's really did live in a pre-internet bubble, and the only real difference between the kids of this decade and the kids from that one, is that our crap went mercifully unrecorded. (Except for this! Oh dear.)

People don't like humor that seems to be "punching down", and I think the one saving grace in this recording is that Miss "Brownang" doesn't come across as an idiot, while at the same time the interviewer mocks the person doing the accent for knowing jack squat about Chinese history.

Compare and contrast with the "southern accent equals stupidity" thing going on in the interview with the President above. Way more palatable in this century, mostly because an American mocking the President of the USA has a long-honored First Amendment penumbra.

Family members and neighbors! We're all silly, but I'm definitely the worst!

Diesel

Mar. 22nd, 2026 09:05 pm
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As things stand today, petrol (standard unleaded) at the garage in Bewdley is £1.47 a litre, which is about 10p more than it was at the start of the Iran war – but diesel has rocketed by about 30p to £1.72. That 25p/litre gap is huge, bigger even than it was during the peak of the Ukraine-related rises in 2022. And small tradespeople overwhelmingly drive diesel vans. We can't do without them. They generally don't drive new ones, and there isn't much of a second-hand market in electric vans yet.

Watch this political space. It's quiet now. If diesel goes up much more, it won't stay that way. From 2022 experience, and common sense, I suspect the £2.00/litre barrier is crucial.
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I must have slept ten hours. Hestia appears to be watching the rain with almost as much interest as the birds sheltering from it. May it and the recent snowmelt amend the drought. Tomorrow, of course, it is forecast to snow again.

[personal profile] selkie was safely collected from the Penn Station-alike that South Station has done its best to inhume itself into since her last visit, provided with an appropriate quantity of local barbecue for an obligate carnivore, and even successfully checked in to her hotel despite the mishegos attending every stage of her conference even before it started. At no point in this process did we apparently remember to take any pictures of ourselves.

My dreams seem to be branching out in terms of media, since last night's featured a youngish Alec McCowen starring in the radio version of a Tey-like crime novel as the ambiguously poor relation of an upper-class family who is not actually Kind Hearts and Coronets-ing his way through them, but needs to figure out who is before he's so handily scapegoated for the accidents escalating to murder ever since his arrival; he is, naturally, keeping a secret from the family, the authorities, and even the inattentive reader, but it isn't that. I was very pleased to find that a recording had survived, because the original novel had just been reprinted by the British Library Crime Classics. There were images mixed up in it in the way of dreams, but it was definitely on the Internet Archive.

Outside my head, I have been recently listening to Wu Fei & Abigail Washburn (2020), Jake Blount and Mali Obomsawin's symbiont (2024), and Huw Marc Bennett's Heol Las (2026), which I found through its ghost-boxish "Cân Gwasael (Wassail Song)." I like that I do not have to dream their remixes of folk and futurism and time.

March 2026, Day 22

Mar. 22nd, 2026 08:09 pm
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