In the meantime, have a really interesting article about a previous FIFA president, Sir Stanley Rous, in Stanley Rous Remembered, Re-Assessed. Rous was not financially corrupt, but he sounds like as big a bastard as his successor Joao Havelange and FIFA's current President-for-Life Sepp Blatter, in his own special way. He went to great lengths to support apartheid South Africa, and as for the Chile business... Well, the Chile business is detailed in the article. One thing it doesn't say in the article is that the National Stadium in Santiago was in active use as a concentration camp for Pinochet's enemies until TWO WEEKS before the exhibition game organized by FIFA. It says that in another article that I unfortunately forgot to bookmark and cannot find now.
And have a really interesting article gakked from sucrelefey about James Rhodes, a concert pianist whose autobiography can only now be published, after legal challenges delayed publication (in fact, they wanted to PREVENT publication altogether) and forced Rhodes not to talk in public about the sexual abuse he suffered as a child. Not a particularly graphic article, but trigger-y all the same. The one thing I'm not clear on is why actor Benedict Cumberbatch is also in the photo of Rhodes at the top of the article. A supporter, possibly?
I feel like I should post something cute or funny to counteract these gloomy links. Alas, I got nuthin'. On the bright side, I have successfully persuaded my shrink that the Lyrica is not working on my anxiety AT ALL, and we are finally reducing it. He was convinced we just hadn't hit the right dosage yet. But I convinced him otherwise. Go me! And Young Miss Weaver is being very affectionate. Little does she realize that her veterinary doom has only been postponed, not vanquished altogether. Mwahahahaha! Mine is an evil laugh.
I've honestly spent most of the last few months in a kind of fog and it only just feels like I'm coming out of the haze. One of the weirdest things that has happened is that I've lost my ability to tell what day of the week it is. My Soliris infusions used to come every other Wednesday and I had no idea but it's obviously how I told time. One day before, two days after, a week ago -- I'm going to be late to work that day, no, I can't do go out tomorrow because that's my treatment day... Now that that has magically disappeared, I wander through a mess of days, hoping that I don't end up going to work on a Saturday because ahahhaha, that would be a great comedic point in the sitcom about my life.
Not having the limitations and the side effects of the infusions is so liberating, I can't even tell you. Since April, I've worked and worked and then I went on holiday for a bit to California/Nevada/Arizona/Utah to do a canyon trip and then spend a few days in LA. The canyons were so amazing and awe-inspiring, LA was hilarious and delicious and fun and I got to see sinensis which was the best. THE BEST. It's helped reset my brain and hey, it's almost June so time to make some inroads into this year, right?
I'm the kind of person who always says, when I grow up, I'm going to... And I guess, I'm grown up now. At the very hilarious age of 38. I've got to decide what I'm going to be.
It's kind of like watching the deleted scenes on a DVD, isn't it? The song is interesting as a glimpse into the creation of a tremendously and enduringly successful play, but as a song, it's pretty slight, and I don't find myself baffled that they decided to cut it.
Good writing is largely good editing, and sometimes the hardest things to cut are parts you've written that aren't really bad, but maybe just don't fit or don't add enough. When you experience the finished work of talented people, a lot of that work's success has to be in what you don't see or hear — because they knew better than to leave it in.
Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: Eve and Adam
Content Notes/Warnings: blood popsicles
Medium: digital painting
Artist on DW/LJ: n/a
Artist Website/Gallery: on DA
Why this piece is awesome: Gorgeous work, and a stand-out scene from the movie, at once touching, intense and gruesome. Click to enlarge - it's worth seeing the details close-up. The eyes, the way Eve's cheek distorts around the popsicle, the trickles of blood. The colours are amazing as well.
Link: Only Lovers Left Alive
So, in the last week I’ve had quite a few people congratulating me on my book deal (thanks!) and then attaching samples of writing work or art work or resumes for various editorial skills, etc, in the hope I might have some use for them, or just because.
I appreciate the thought. However:
1. Note I typically don’t open unsolicited attached files because of the potential for viruses and other electronic misadventure;
2. All my ancillary publishing tasks are handled by my publishers, so the answer as to whether I might have use of your talents is “no.” My publishers might, but you’d have to check with them and go through their particular submission process for various tasks they might have.
3. I don’t forward materials to my publishers because each of them has their own intake process of applications/submissions and I would rather encourage people to use the processes established by the publishers then to try to shortcut the process by going through me. The processes are there for a reason;
4. Should I decide to do self-pub in the future (and who knows! I might!) and need to hire artists, copyeditors and so forth, I will do solicitations at that time. Sending materials to me before then simply means the emails will be archived and likely not read again.
Once again, I do appreciate the thought and materials sent. But if you are job-seeking, I’m really not the right person to send the materials to. Thanks.
It's incredible that half a year has passed already. I have been so incredibly busy these past few months. I had university and a job! Which I am really happy I found, but that has limited my free time (and my university time) quite a bit. But I will talk about that in the next entries.
For now I just want to write that I am finished with university, at least for this year! I passed all my modules, got an A - an A! - in my Graded Unit and summer has officially started for me, which means I have more free time! (I'll still have my job, but being part-time, it will leave me some free time.)
I shall write the last of my catch-up posts soon, then try to write more often after that. :)
Hope you guys are doing okay! Till the next entry!
I have no doubt but that pre-made wrappers, like pre-made pie crust, are incorrect doctrine. On the other hand, both pre-made pie crust and pre-made wrappers have increased enough in quality over the years that they put homemade pies and dumplings within the reach of those of us who do not have the traditional light hand with pastry.
I remember the pre-made pie crust of my youth. It came in sticks, like butter, and still had to be rolled out by hand. It also didn't taste very good. By the time I was first cooking on my own, pre-made pie crust came in circular sheets that were folded up in quarters to fit into a flat square box. They tasted better than the older style, but had an unhandy habit of coming apart along the folds and needing to be patched. Then, finally, Pillsbury or someone came out with the circular pre-made pie crust rolled up in a cylinder, and trumpets sounded and the pies came marching in.
So, anyhow . . . won ton soup, someday soon.
My enjoyment of walking has led me to recently download an pedometer application for my 'phone with consideration of health benefits that comes from a daily ten thousand steps regimen. As expected it took little change from my normal activity to reach such a daily target, although ironically a few days afterwards I was knocked out of action by a cold. Not a terrible one, but enough to put me largely out of any substantional activity for a while (and enough to take a day off work). In addition to the limits on walking, it also has limited by Ingress journeys. On the first night that I picked up the application, I walked Victoria Street, from the far west of Carlton to the far east of Richmond, taking out every single enemy portal, all of which were L7 and L8. It was about 60 in total, and it cost about 500 L8 bursters and around 100 ultrastrikes. Eventually I ran out of power cubes and battery, but was saved at the end of the journey by another agent who provided me with a bit of both.
In other gaming events the long-awaited (i.e., very late) double issue of RPG Review 26-27 has been released, 128 pages of pirate and swashbuckler goodness. It's a huge publication and I'm hoping the next issue will have several more people contributing a few extra articles with its nominated subject of "The Undead". In other gaming goodness, engaged in a very enjoyable game of Laundry Files during the week, along with a satisfactory conclusion to a chapter in our GURPS Middle-Earth game. Today we visited ser_pounce and hathhalla for another day of cheesequest (semi-finals between port salut and boursin) and played Small World and Small World Underground, both fairly well-designed games with strategic and tactical elements.
Płakałam ja, płakała Dalek Khania (hurra! nie jest socjopatką! Gdzie czasy, gdy patrzyła dziwnie na me łzy na seansie 'Krainy lodu'!).
- lody w lodziarni Donizetti na św. Marka, jedynej właściwej.
- jedyne właściwe przypadkowe spotkanie po seansie filmowym Pod Baranami w Krakowie: Katarzyna Czajka, mknąca ul. Piłsudskiego. Mały Dalek pozdrawia!
- w drodze do samochodu, zaparkowanego pod Cracovią (evviva Cracovia! - na rogu Marka i Reformackiej stosowne graffiti: "Wisła myśli, że hymn jest jodłowany", wyjaśniam, że historia Ronji i Birka to trochę jak historia Romea i Julii.
Dalek Khania na to, rozpromieniona, bo lampka nad głową:
- Jak w piosence!
I rozpoczyna koncert na ul. Piłsudskiego, à propos, bo pod legionistami:
- Ty będziesz panną, ty będziesz panną w wysokim dworze,
a ja będę księdzem, a ja będę księdzem w białym klasztorze!
Kazuki Sakuraba is probably most well-known as the creator of Gosick, a series of light novels which would later be adapted as a manga series, an audio drama, and an anime series. Two of those novels were released in English by Tokyopop. After her success with Gosick, Sakuraba would go on to write and publish mainstream novels and essays as well, several of which would earn her awards and nominations for her work. Red Girls: The Legend of the Akakuchibas is one of those novels. Originally published in Japan in 2006, Red Girls won the Mystery Writers of Japan Award in 2007. That fact caught my attention as I have thoroughly enjoyed other novels that have won that particular award, as did the striking cover design of the English-language edition of Red Girls. The novel was released in English in 2015 by Viz Media’s speculative fiction imprint Haikasoru with a translation by Jocelyne Allen. Although Red Girls is the third novel by Sakuraba to have been translated, it was actually the first one that I read and was my introduction to her work as a whole.
For a time, the village of Benimidori, found in the western reaches of Japan’s Tottori Prefecture, was largely controlled by two rival families: the Akakuchibas, known as “red above” and who operated a steelworks factory, and the Kurobishis, known as “black below” and who were prosperous shipbuilders. While the Kurobishis were nouveau riche, the Akakuchibas were an old, upstanding family, and so quite a stir was caused when a young mountain girl who had been abandoned in the village was selected to marry the family’s heir. That was Manyo, a clairvoyant whose ability to see the future would help guide the family through a number of crises, including the tragic death of her firstborn son. The responsibility to carry on the Akakuchiba name then fell to her daughter Kemari, a wild young woman who would also die young, leaving behind a daughter of her own. By all appearances, Toko, unlike her mother or grandmother, seems to be an ordinary girl, but she is the only person to whom Manyo confessed a closely kept secret—she once killed someone.
Red Girls is divided into three parts, each one respectively devoted to the retelling of the lives and legends of Manyo, Kemari, and Toko. Eventually it is revealed that Toko is the novel’s narrator, recording the stories that she has been told by and about her mother and grandmother in an attempt to identify the person whose death Manyo claims to be responsible for. People associated with the Akakuchibas have a tendency to die in unexpected or peculiar ways, and so Toko knows of several individuals who could have been potential victims. As with any family story passed on from one generation to the next, there is a certain amount of fiction and embellishment that is added to the retelling of events. As she investigates the unusual circumstances involved in the various deaths, Toko must also closely reevaluate everything that she has been told about her family, teasing apart the stories in order to determine what exactly is the truth, what has been exaggerated, and what details continue to remain hidden and unsaid.
In addition to providing an intriguing mystery that Toko feels compelled to unravel, the narrative found in Red Girls serves another, very important purpose. It is a way for Toko to come to terms with the history of the Akakuchiba family and her position within it, allowing her to take her place in a line of powerful matriarchs. It’s not something that she is initially prepared to do, feeling inadequate when compared to her grandmother and mother and their various accomplishments. Red Girls also situates the legend of the Akakuchibas—and a legend it is, full of peculiar and fantastical elements—within the greater context of Japan’s economic and social histories. As Japan changes over time, so must the Akakuchiba family and its members, and so must the way they think about themselves, their relationships, and their stories. Red Girls is a tremendous multi-generational epic, sometimes strange and sometimes mysterious, but always engaging and oddly compelling. I enjoyed the novel immensely.
This is turning into one of those years where we end up going straight from late winter into summer without our usual two months or so of spring. Really, the long slow springs and autumns are my favorite part of the year up here. The temperature is right in the middle of my comfort zone, and the countryside is beautiful. The snowy winter months are beautiful, too, of course, but I'd like them a lot better if this house didn't cost a small fortune to heat.
I have made my traditional gesture toward the advent of summer by opening the front door to let the breeze through. This also lets the bugs in, alas, because there's a gap in the screen. A simple matter to repair, Himself says . . . all I have to do is get the accurate measurements, and get the supplies, and then get him to do it. I'm under no illusions as to who will have to get the supplies. I'll have to have him take the measurements, though, because one, I'm not tall enough to reach the top of the screen, and two, even if I were, he wouldn't trust anyone's measurements but his own. This means that before I do anything else, I will have to replace the metal tape measure, because it died of old age this past winter.
This deploy includes several invisible changes which are paving the way for more exciting things to come. Eventually, you'll be able to set a language preference and receive notifications in your chosen language. Work on a fully multilingual Archive continues!
- Coders: james_, Ariana
- Code reviewers: Ariana, Sarken, Scott
- Testers: hele, Lady Oscar, mumble
- The list of locales the Archive supports used to be hardcoded into the system; they are now easier to edit.
- We've started using a tool called rollout which allows us to turn on new features for selected users (the development team, in this case), so we can thoroughly test things within the proper Archive environment before making them available to all users. (Note that is strictly for testing purposes and not to be confused with premium features for paying users. Once something has been deemed ready by the testers, it will be made available to everyone.)
- We are introducing a new feature which will enable users to select a locale in their Preferences, resulting in customized email notifications in the appropriate language. (Not available yet!)
- We have started the process of preparing all our email templates for translation, which is a lot of fiddly work and will take a few more deploys. Many thanks to the Translation team for all their help and support in this!
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Characters/Pairing/Other Subject: Uchiha Itachi, OC
Content Notes/Warnings: blood, blades, crows
Artist on DW/LJ: NA
Artist Website/Gallery: Orcagirl2001 | nekkyousagiart | ATJartworks | The Art of Allyson Tierney Jones (personal website)
Why this piece is awesome: I utterly love the woodblock print-inspired art style and the efforts to make the ninjas look more like they might have been part of this world's history. I love the entire series, but this piece is my favourite.
Link: on deviantart