I'm sure, though, that I have heard a version where instead of the repeated C-sharp, the top note in the final chord is the E above that. Has anyone else heard this, or know which recording it is? It would have been before about 1995, as I didn't play after that until recently.
It's not: Ashkenazy, Joao Pires, Argerich, Pogorelich or Schiff.
Over the weekend, I pulled it out and decided to make some of it into a sundress. Problem: I needed about 1/8 yard of interfacing, which I do not have. I live an hour away from the nearest city with a fabric store, and was not about to drive two hours round trip for 1/8 yard. So I ordered some from fabric.com. It will get here in 4-7 days. But it's all cut out and I've done all the steps I can do without interfacing, AND IT'S SITTING THERE STARING AT ME. The executive dysfunction of autism means that I have two modes: hyperfocused on something, and unable to focus on it without outside pressure. So not only do I feel really bad about the fact that I can't sew it right now, but there's a decent chance that by the time the interfacing gets here, the focus will be gone and the sundress will sit in a pile on the table for months and possibly never get completed ever.
Also! This is a light, delicate fabric that ravels if I look at it, and I do not have a serger. I did the seams of the skirt as French seams (where the raw edges are encased in a sewn channel so they can't ravel), but I don't know what to do about like armhole seams where you can't do that (and in fact need to clip the seam allowance so that there's less bulk and it curves better). The only time I've done significant work with fabrics that ravel like this was in the costume shop of the theater/dance department in college, where it didn't matter if it ravelled apart quickly, because it was only for stage use.
Googling has not been helpful. I have seen a lot of seam finishes (some of which are new to me), but none that look like they'd be good for armholes and other curved seams. Anybody got any advice?
Cite the final line of five of your fics – your favorites, or the most recent ones.
I'm doing most recent too but skipping one because it's a WiP. Let's see (I know already this is probably going to be THE LOST LAND OF FOREVER RUN-ON SENTENCES) (also doing last lines, not just one):
1. Rey gripped Poe's arm tighter. "It's been a long time," she said. Maybe too long. "But we'll find him, Poe. I know we will. We'll find him." And then we'll bring him home.
No Man is an Island (the Drowned World remix), Star Wars, Poe and Rey
2. Jarvis rolled over too, shifting closer, and rested his forehead against Howard's back, one hand on Howard's shoulder. Howard lay motionless, waiting to make sure Jarvis was really asleep, before he reached out and up to shut off the lamp. Jarvis's left hand slipped from his shoulder to Howard's waist, and Howard reached up with his right hand to hold it in the dark.
Indelibility of Allegiance, Agent Carter, Jarvis and Howard
3. And underneath Marina's words, like a divine descant, there was another voice rising up, somehow in harmony with or resonating with itself, the voice you'd always known and could never have really forgotten, the first voice you ever knew, telling you the best and oldest lie of all: Enough. Enough, you have suffered enough. You deserve peace. My daughter, you are safe now, it is over. You are home.
I'll Never Tear You Apart, The Magicians (TV), Marina and Julia
4. He didn't try to defend himself; whatever she could give him, help or its opposite, he was willing to take, and he knew she'd also been just where he was now, helpless, dependent. He didn't mind losing; not this time. He closed his eyes and waited for her to bring him back, however she could.
I Remember Standing By The Wall (The Pax Natasha Remix), MCU, BuckyNat
5. "Okay, come on, Captain Rogers is about to crash and burn. You can call Talia and yell at her about invading your privacy in the morning. No, leave it, Steve, the memory of our sainted mothers will forgive us if we leave crumbs on the table one fucking night. Come on, Mishka. Let's go to bed."
the hurts of human life, MCU, Stucky
I dunno, besides OMG, GIRL, STOP HOGGING ALL THE COMMAS, themes....people relaxing? People going to sleep? Weariness? Excessive wordiness? "Put on a suit, go down to the bank, fill out an application, get a loan, and buy a full stop"? *hands* ...also, three juggernaut pairings, and the only graphic sex is the TINY pairing in the small fandom.
One is to keep the moisture in.
The other is to keep the damn things from sticking to everything in sight.
I had a heck of a time even getting it off the parchment paper. I tossed them in sugar, so that should help some. They're already pretty dried out, so keeping the moisture in is no longer something to worry about. A little chewy and I should probably have some concern for my fillings, but still quite tasty.
Or maybe I feel uneasy because the story is in such a weird place: it's an AU WIP that's so AU that I've basically decided that I'm going to take the serial numbers off and let it breathe as its own thing...except that'll mean rewriting absolutely everything I've already gotten down. So "sharing a chunk" would mean "sharing words that I already expect will never see the light of day even as part of a complete draft". (But I love those words.) (But it's a weird thing to post.) (But I've already shared swaths of it with ushobwri on workshop days, if not for quite a while, so what's the big deal, self?)
Community promotions! china_shop just created nanodownunder, which will run in June and offer daily check-in posts. I've signed up in another attempt at getting an external kick in the pants; I haven't made it anywhere near as far as trying to figure out what I might attempt to work on.
Anyway, china_shop is lovely, and it sounds fun. Do come join!
Also, prompt claims are now open at smallfandomfest! (Complete spreadsheet of prompts here.) The prompt list accrues new prompts with each round, rather than discarding the list of unfilled prompts and starting over, which means it's fairly long. ^_^ And there's a new Newsflesh prompt. Made by someone I don't know. (My fandom is small enough that wholly unfamiliar names literally always startle me for a second.)
And it's a smutty prompt for my ship, so clearly I should try to write something for it, because a) how often does that happen? and b) it's a prompt that meshes perfectly with my headcanon.
Tomorrow we're signing some Very Grown Up (and uninteresting, alas) money-related paperwork, which always feels intimidating. One nice thing is that our lawyer friend (formerly of Casual Job, who passed the bar just last year) is doing the necessary lawyerly things; if we must spend money on getting paperwork extensively handled, I'm glad (some of) it's going to a friend.
I'm waiting on such dull things, guys. For one, an email notifying me that my ancient email account that I never use but don't want to let go of has been renewed for another year (it's with the local freenet, and they require you to say "please renew my account for another year" annually, which is kind of annoying, and I did it a bit late. And I really wish the damn "okay, that's done!" reply would turn up so I can forget about it for another year.
For another, when I was out erranding with my mom last Thursday, we stopped by a library branch I don't usually go to, and since she was going in and I otherwise didn't need to, she dropped a book of mine that was due that day into the returns bin. Great! Except my online account still thinks it's checked out (and thus overdue). I've been logging in once or twice a day to see if it's been checked in, and tonight (after business hours) I finally tweeted to the library system's account to ask "um, when should I start worrying?"
These are small, boring things, and since I'm not wired to put stuff like that out of my mind, I can't stop thinking about them. >.< I've hit the point of actively resenting the amount of mental real estate they're taking up between them.
"Drag Queen Story Hour Puts the Rainbow in Reading".
Via deifire, "George A. Romero Is Planning a NASCAR Zombie Movie".
"If You're Under 16, You Won't Believe What The Internet Used To Be Like". [Buzzfeed, in case the title didn't give it away]
"'A Kingdom On Wheels': The Hidden World That Made The Circus Happen".
"Nevertheless, He Persisted: Tales of Masculine Perseverance". [McSweeney's]
"13 Real AF Situations Every Anxious Person Has Experienced". [Buzzfeed]
"The need for urgent collective action to keep people safe online: Lessons from last week’s cyberattack".
"Exclusive: Could the legend come true? Tower of London raven allowed to fly free".
"On the radar: receipts". [OxfordWords Blog] "How and when did ‘receipts’ come to mean ‘proof’?"
"Surreal Pencil Drawings Look Like How Repressing Your Emotions Feels". (Really neat; also frequently disturbing.)
"Exploring Yugoslavia’s Mysterious Abandoned Brutalist Monuments: Serbian photographer Jovana Mladenovic photographs forgotten post-World War II sculptures".
"Dear Media: Please Stop Simply Saying the Rape Charges Against Julian Assange Were “Dropped”". [The Mary Sue]
"Why you should never ever feed bread to a duck".
"Coming Up Aces: What does asexual mean?" [Queership]
At Baking Bites: "A Visit to The Museum of Ice Cream, Los Angeles".
"Presenting…The Freelance Writer’s Rebuttal Guide!" [Matt Wallace]
"A Brief History of 'Squee': The word has its fans". [Merriam-Webster]
"The Hot New Millennial Housing Trend Is a Repeat of the Middle Ages: Communal living is hardly a departure from tradition—it's a return to how humans have been making their homes for thousands of years".
He died 15 years ago this summer. It doesn't hit me every year. Sometimes I don't even remember the date until it's passed. But this year for some reason, I remember, and I hurt.
I sniveled about the Sears bolts - and they have arrived.
Which reminded me of Monday, when I texted someone that not only were we late, and then delayed, but that now we were at the stop, there were no buses. There hadn't been for ages, until I texted, whence came many buses.
Which reminiscence also reminded me of my favorite tactic for finding something in a store: I find a clerk, ask them, and the thing will be right beside them. I now go and find the clerk and look around - and yes: often the thing I want is there.
I think it is unfortunate that whining works, but it does, so I will.
But after a reasonably uneventful transatlantic journey, and O'Hare being no more irksome than before, and indeed, the passport kiosks do speed things up though there is still queuing once you've done so -
It's really, really annoying to find that the wifi in the hotel is on the fritz (actually, there was also something Not Right with Heathrow Terminal 3 wifi this morning, but at least I still had mobile data activated on my phone without the prospect of ruinous charges) which is apparently a wider system problem.
I am therefore posting from the one terminal in the lobby that is a) connected to the internet and b) actually works - I had to remove myself temporarily when a young person wanted to 'very quickly' print something out, which turned out not to be quick at all, tell me again about the digital native generation.
Yes, in the general scheme of things, a minor inconvenience. But after a day of taxis and airports and planes, annoying.
But, anyway, here I am.
I am trepidacious, and also excited.
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- The Iowa Baseball Confederacy, by W.P. Kinsella -- hardcover with dust jacket; excellent story especially if you like baseball or Kinsella.
- The interrogation of Ashala Wolf, by Ambelin Kwaymullina. ARC (2014) of YA novel by Australian writer. SFF, features chromatic characters.
- The Wild Hunt by Jane Yolen, illustrated by Francisco Mora. Hardcover, dust jacked, remaindered.
- River of gods by Ian McDonald. Hardcover w/dust jacket.
- Phallos, by Samuel R. Delaney. Thin paperback (2004). Fiction.
- Joy of Cooking by Erma Rombauer (1964 copyright, 1967 printing). Hardcover.
- Weird noir: gothic and dark lowbrow art, by Matt Dukes Jordan. Largish paperback with lots of glossy paper, so it's heavy.
- Souvenir book from The House on the Rock (yes, the real place that's also in Neil Gaiman's American Gods). Large but skinny paperback.
- ETA: The catch trap, by Marion Zimmer Bradley. Non-genre novel about circus performers and queer romance. I was going to reread it before giving it to prisoners (MM romance!), but then I didn't. Maybe you will?
Note that I keep a list of books to find for people; you can reply here or drop me an email with the title etc. plus how much you're willing to spend.
In one way we think a great deal too much of the atomic bomb. "How are we to live in an atomic age?" I am tempted to reply: "Why, as you would have lived in the sixteenth century when the plague visited London almost every year, or as you would have lived in a Viking age when raiders from Scandinavia might land and cut your throat any night; or indeed, as you are already living in an age of cancer, an age of syphilis, an age of paralysis, an age of air raids, an age of railway accidents, an age of motor accidents."
In other words, do not let us begin by exaggerating the novelty of our situation. Believe me, dear sir or madam, you and all whom you love were already sentenced to death before the atomic bomb was invented: and quite a high percentage of us were going to die in unpleasant ways. We had, indeed, one very great advantage over our ancestors - anaesthetics; but we have that still. It is perfectly ridiculous to go about whimpering and drawing long faces because the scientists have added one more chance of painful and premature death to a world which already bristled with such chances and in which death itself was not a chance at all, but a certainty.
This is the first point to be made: and the first action to be taken is to pull ourselves together. If we are all going to be destroyed by an atomic bomb, let that bomb when it comes find us doing sensible and human things - praying, working, teaching, reading, listening to music, bathing the children, playing tennis, chatting to our friends over a pint and a game of darts - not huddled together like frightened sheep and thinking about bombs. They may break our bodies (a microbe can do that) but they need not dominate our minds.
Thanks to hollymath and white_hart for that.
They did Lorne's brother's apartment - and got all (many many) his books to various donation places. They are reasonably priced, and careful, and on time, and I would use their services again in a heartbeat.
We also had the apartment inspection - oh boy. I am not a good housekeeper - and we have cats (currently cat, but aged, so more so) who barf when you least expect it. Ugh. Yes, the carpet will have to go.
I keep saying this, but it keeps on being true: everything left to pack is so heavy and weirdly shaped. Either we need a long narrow flat box (bamboo door screen), or a pair of perfectly square boxes (top and bottom of a domed cake stand/ punch bowl contraption), or I need a bunch of really lightweight things to go in a box with a cast iron dutch oven - and we're out of light things because they have already been stuffed in other boxes.
The one who is suffering is the aged cat: we keep packing (or throwing away) his sleeping places. All the clothes closets are full of packed boxes. Both couches are gone (inside and out). He's getting a little tired of heading off for a nap and having to search out a new place.
Now. If Sears would just get on with delivering the shipping bolts for the washing machine, that would be welcome.
- The victims of the Manchester bombing. (BBC.com, which also has updates)
- Sir Roger Moore, actor (he had many roles besides James Bond)
- Dina Merrill, actress and philanthropist (last week, I was wondering whatever had happened to her and was cheered to find she was still alive, though not acting anymore)
- Anne R. Dick, memoirist (also started poetry magazines)
I'm trying to pull together a spur of the moment trip to WicCon and I'm hoping to find someone looking for a roommate. This will be my first WisCon and I'm hoping for a last minute miracle. Did someone if your group have to drop out unexpectedly? Or do you know someone who needs a roommate? I can happily fill the slot!
I'm a 41 y/o cis queer woman (she/hers) non-smoker, courteous and quiet. New to WisCon but not new to cons in general (I've attended WindyCon and Capricon regularly for the last few years) Hoping to experience my first WisCon this year! Can you help me out? Shoot me an email at amyshy at gmail dot com.
Thanks in advance!
I'm posting to facebook a series of "a year ago today"noting our movie across country. It's part of an engagement practice. (at this point, my computer decided to give me grief, before I could share with YOU)
Sadly, my personal computer is being very trying when it comes to supporting my communication efforts. Anyone use macs and have a favorite debugging tool?
I spent much of my free time Monday trying to sort out what is wrong. I was using ssh to access the machine's command line, but it would crash when I was trying to pack up my email directory. I have ordered a cable so I can put the machine in target mode and treat it like an external drive.
If you like what you've heard, check out https://www.heatherdale.com for more info.
"The paid pundit suffers under no greater fear or anxiety than the threat of irrelevance. When factual data emerges with the capacity to destroy the pundit's acumen, it quickly finds itself in the incinerator, discarded and forever ignored.
"More than political bias or even crass fixation on ratings, the most deleterious condition of the pundits is that they have only learned to ride the surfboard. They are surface dwellers. Comprehension of the real stories requires diving equipment."
-- David Masciotra, 2017-04-23
Fandom: Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616, Avengers (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Hydra Steve Rogers, Mind Control, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Angst, Not A Fix-It, Civil War II (Marvel), Secret Empire (Marvel), Avengers Vol. 7 (2016), Community: cap_ironman, Cap-Ironman Bingo
Summary: Tony wakes from his coma and finds a very different world than the one he remembers. Steve's in charge now. And Steve has missed him.
La la la, I was sad and grumpy and couldn't sleep so I wrote Hydra Cap fic, la la la, everyone on Tumblr's going to unfollow me, la la la, I spent half an hour staring at the Post button on AO3 because everyone's going to unfollow me, la la la.
(My Cap-IM Bingo line had the square "mind-controlled sex." Hydra Cap is the only iteration of Steve who I thought would ever be up for that.)
But we know what terrorists want, don't we?
The clue is in the name.
They want us to be afraid.
They want us to cower in our homes, afraid to go to gigs or theatres or sports events.
They want us to give in to fear and authoritarianism.
There's already lots of people sharing practical ways you can help in Manchester today - three examples here - but what if you are nowhere near Manchester? And what about the future?
One way you can show your defiance today?
Buy a ticket. Buy a ticket to a gig, or a football match, or a play, or anything else where lots of people gather to enjoy themselves and be human. Let today be the biggest day for ticket sales to fun things the UK has ever seen.
Less than a fortnight ago I took my little girl to an arena concert in a big city.
So yeah, this is hitting home hard.
The arsehole who blew himself up with an IED full of nuts and bolts at a concert full of little girls was one man.
The people who immediately took to the streets with bottles of water and cups of tea? The people who opened their homes to strangers for a sit down or a phone charger or a phone? The taxi drivers who offered free rides home when the trains were cancelled, the hotels who offered free rooms and respite and drinks to those affected, and the absolute heroes of the emergency services? Those people are legion. Those people are the ones who we need to talk about. Those people are the peak of humanity.
Love, not hate.
Helping, not hurting.
No party politics today, people. No Yorkshire/Lancashire joking. Today we stand together. Please?
--I promise not to get in the habit of signal boosting lots of aftertheendtimes posts over here, but cantarina is trying to gauge interest in a fanworks exchange covering all of seanan_mcguire's worlds.
--scruloose, Ginny, Kas, and I went to Happy Veal for lunch, and we're forced to conclude that while the food ranges from "tasty" to "AMAZING" (hello, green onion pancakes), the service is just always either mediocre or awful, so we're always going to have to calculate if we're up for dealing with that. ( TL;DR, the food arrived SLOWLY. No, more slowly than that ) And yet I can't swear off the place. The green onion pancakes are so good I could cry.
--Garden: scruloose dug out the rough shape of the flowerbed, and it looks like getting that ready will be trickier than we'd hoped. OTOH, transplanting our six tiny Lemon Boy tomato seedlings into their interim pots was quick and simple. And in between those things, when Kas and Ginny dropped me and scruloose off, they came in to borrow a spade and see the breathtaking new openness of our small back yard. Ginny got a look at Neighbor L's dandelion ripper, and then scruloose brought our shiny new one out...and Ginny proceeded to spend something like half an hour, in her Fluevogs and cute dress, merrily massacring dandelions for the sheer delight of using the thing.
It's remarkably satisfying. [/understatement]