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| Sunday, May 27th, 2012 | |
whedonesque
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9:03p |
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rahirah
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2:55p |
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crack_van
[ duonoaikouka ]
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4:06p |
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shewhomust
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10:28p |
Flora and fauna
Cornwall is famous for - and rather smug about - the mildness of its climate, and I knew I would see plants there which won't grow here in the north-east. I was still disconcerted by the golden California poppies nodding over the wall of the garden at the end of our lane - and that the ice plants which carpet (and stabilise) the verges of California highways are known here as Hottentot fig, and regarded as an invasive nuisance.  Some of the wild flowers were completely unfamiliar. I was particularly entranced by wall pennywort - also known, it says here, as Navelwort, Dimplewort, Maid-in-the-mist, Pennypies, Penny-grass, Venus'-navel, Wallwort - and took very many pictures of it, in all sizes from tiny to over a foot high. This one was taken at St. Mawes castle, and the circle in the stonework is sone three or four inches across. However much you may think you are accustomed to the dawn chorus, it still comes as a surprise when the seagulls join in. |
gleefic
[ whereisntmymind ]
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4:48p |
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gleeslash
[ mistermoons ]
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1:49p |
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fjm
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9:30p |
I'm watching you...
Focus on small orange blob in top right window. He was watching Miss P right to her door. Wary or besotted? She, of course, never gave him a glance. Probably a good thing. 
Posted via LiveJournal app for iPhone. |
fjm
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9:28p |
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fjm
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9:26p |
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crack_van
[ sinfulslasher ]
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9:01p |
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ffutures
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7:48p |
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crack_van
[ mizface ]
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2:42p |
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ffutures
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7:37p |
Interesting encounter in London
Spotted in a pond on a "nature reserve garden" in a small park near my house in London - I think this explains why I've never seen any amphibians in there. I was a bit astonished, given the occasional coldness of the British climate, but it's probably several years since we had enough sustained cold weather to freeze the pond:  Shell length about 4", I think. Almost certainly a red-eared terrapin. |
gleeslash
[ saar_fantasy ]
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8:18p |
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gleefics
[ saar_fantasy ]
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8:16p |
Confessions
Title: Confessions Author: saar_fantasy Pairing: Puck/Sam Rating: PG-13 Word Count: ~3.500 Warnings: none worth mentioning Disclaimer: I'm secretly married to Mark Salling, but shhhhh, don't tell anyone. Especially not Mark himself. LOL Summary: After his graduation, Puck is finally ready to leave Lima Ohio behind him for good. But what will happen if a certain blond haired boy comes over to his house the evening before he is about to leave and confesses something to him that makes him begin to doubt his decision. A/N: This will probably end up getting a sequel of some sorts, knowing me. Let me know if you're interested in one :) It might speed up the progress...Lol Read over here |
gleefic
[ saar_fantasy ]
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8:13p |
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crack_van
[ bookshop ]
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1:45p |
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docbrite
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12:39p |
I Am Poppy Z. Brite's Ex-Boyfriend
For my birthday, I got ... misgendered. Constantly. Everywhere I went. And it was almost all in queer spaces, and it was all done unintentionally and as kindly as could be, by well-meaning folks, so I couldn't even work up a righteous head of indignation; I just got depressed. I am not making progress. Part of it is that I haven't been able to afford my full doses of testosterone -- the treatment runs a little over $300 a month, which I pay completely out of pocket -- and so I've been stretching it out to half-doses, figuring some T going into my system was better than none. (Medically speaking, this isn't wholly unsound, as many trans guys start off on low doses.) Thanks to Grey, I had a wonderful birthday weekend anyway. When we're alone together, the rest of the world recedes to the point where even gender seems relatively unimportant. And he can always boost my confidence, and he's so romantic, and he even seems to think I'm interesting. I know, the man must be deranged, but I sure do love him. Re: misgendering, there was a good moment of comic relief at the drag show we attended last night. Local drag diva Bootsy DeVille was talking to us at the bar at Michael's on the Park before her show, and she turned to me and said, "I have a question for you. Now it's hard for me to phrase this right ... " Grey and I were both bracing for The Question, which I wouldn't have really minded answering for Bootsy, but instead she said rather hesitantly, "Did you use to be the boyfriend of a famous writer? Because we were googling Billy Martin, and there seemed to be some connection ... " After collapsing with laughter, we explained as best we could, and only later did I realize I should have said, "Why yes, I used to date Stephen King, but I dumped him for Grey!" Current Mood:  recumbent |
heyiya
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11:38a |
Vid: Black Steel (Born in Flames; WisCon 36 premiere)
The WisCon vid party ( ![[community profile]](http://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png) wiscon_vidparty) was on Friday. I premiered this vid––from the 1983 film Born in Flames, which I encourage you all to see, but it should be quite watchable as a vid about the feminist revolution if you don't know the source. Black SteelMusic: Black Steel by Tricky (original song by Public Enemy; vocals by Martina Topley-Bird) Video: Born in Flames (dir. Lizzie Borden, 1983) Edited by Lila Futuransky Beta: ![[personal profile]](http://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png) cyborganize and metatxt. Thanks to were_duck and chailaContent notes: Physical: Flickering images and rapid intercutting throughout. Content: institutional violence; brief depiction of sexual violence and dead body."The right to violence is like the right to pee. You've got to have the right place and the right time." Revolutionary becoming in a past speculative future: a transformative homage to Lizzie Borden's 1983 film Born in Flames. ( Download, lyrics and streaming links )Posted at Dreamwidth.  comments. |
valeriekeefe
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11:12a |
New Comment Policy Assigned Name/Sex as Weapon.
Anyone making any reference to a person's assigned name or sex as carrying any legitimacy that does not accurately reflect that person's lived experience of either will be deleted, the libel in question redacted, and reposted. This is more generous than the moderation policy on other forums in which I write. The hate will be preserved. The meat of the libel will not. If you want to do that, if you would rather attempt to write things that trigger the womyn this blog fights for, you may go shout into the nearest genital echo chamber you can find, such as Gendertrender. FYI and this is also more generous than the moderation policy on the hate site I just referenced. This policy takes effect immediately. The no-anonymous-comments policy already in place will continue. And on an unrelated note, as I've been telling everybody: If you go to measuringworth.com, and check out the inflation-adjusted, per-capita GDP numbers for Great Britain, you can see the dramatic failure of Thatcherism first-hand. 1948-1979: Annualized Growth of 2.27% 1979-2010: 1.86%, that works out to 3003 pounds per Briton. |
greygirlbeast
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1:04p |
"Dear whoever you might be, I'm still waiting patiently."
All I have to offer the world is inside those books. That's it, the absolute and dubious sum total of my ability to offer aid to anyone. If what you're looking for isn't in there, you need to look elsewhere. I can't save you. I can't even help you. All I can offer is my stories. And anyone who asks more of me is overstepping boundaries they have no right to cross. --- I've had much worse birthdays than yesterday. ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1) readingthedark came down in the late afternoon. We had dinner at Tortilla Flats. We played an absolutely abominable game of "World of Warcraft" Monopoly (and why the hell are the Draenei represented nowhere in the game?!), and, in theory, Geoffrey won. We had some frozen caramel and cashew ice-cream pie thing. I got stoned. We talked too much. I got to sleep just as the sun was rising. My thanks to all the "happy birthday" wishes yesterday. There were something like four hundred via Facebook, and, honestly, that just freaks me right the fuck out. Thank you for being there. --- Spooky is still having a Caitlín Was (Most Years) Actually Born on the 27th of May Sale in her Dreaming Squid Dollworks and Sundries Etsy Shop. Cool and bow-tie stuff, with FREE SHIPPING, which will run through Monday. In order to take advantage of the sale, you need to use this code during checkout: CRKBIRTHDAY. Buy something bow tie, kittens!!! No, really! --- Looking back from -08, here is what I will say: I want such very simple things. That's actually true. Instead, my life has presented me with a baffling array of complexities. I didn't say that quite right. "Baffling complexities" isn't actually what I mean. If the cosmos had some collective consciousness, if all our gods and goddesses and demons were anything more than fairy tales, they might understand what I meant to say. Those things I wish I had, though – those things I still hope for to the point I feel ashamed and ungrateful for not being gladder for what I have instead – they are so simple they might take your breath away. Breathe In, Aunt Beast Current Mood:  you think there's a word? |
stormwreath
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feorag
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12:00p |
My tweets
- Sat, 13:51: Warming up for #eurovision by watching Sir Terry's 50 year retrospective.
- Sat, 13:57: At home enjoying first Eurovision beer. Excellent start — Drinking a Chocolate Marble by @marblebrewers — http://t.co/t39km9Z9
- Sat, 14:00: Da da dada da da daaaaaa da da.... #eurovision
- Sat, 14:05: Enjoyable intro. Great wire work. #eurovision
- Sat, 14:05: RT @foxxmetamatic: #eurovision Atleast if we do win, we shuold have a big empty stadium to host it in next year
- Sat, 14:10: No Graham, they arrested all those people so you *wouldn't* see any trouble! #eurovision
- Sat, 14:15: United Kingdom: the sort of ballad I mock when it's in Foreign. #thehump is in his element though. #eurovision
- Sat, 14:18: Hungary: scrub 'em up and you'll have a boy band. #eurovision
- Sat, 14:19: Hungary: singer clearly wants to be Robbie Wiiliams. #eurovision
- Sat, 14:22: Albania: Bj�rk's Albanian half-sister sings about the pain of constipation. #eurovision
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threeringedmoon
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10:32a |
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calimac
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9:24a |
concert review: Ensemble SPAM
I picked up on this medieval music concert because it advertised itself as "Top hit songs and dances of 13th and 14th century France and Italy," and I knew it was something B. would enjoy and thus provide us an opportunity to attend together. The group's arrestingly-silly name encodes the first initials of its four members.* Had I immediately recognized the name of the M, Marsha Genensky, as one of the members of Anonymous 4, I would have rushed to get tickets even faster than I did. For the now-only-occasionally active Anonymous 4 are the ne plus ultra of this period of music, and none of its members, I was sure, would collaborate with anybody else who wasn't also top-notch. Nor did she. Marsha, as I'd better call her to keep the initialism up, sang with Allison Zelles Lloyd, their sopranos of differing timbres interweaving mesmerizingly in two-part ballatas by Francesco Landini, definitely the capo of the evening's composers. Instrumental accompaniment was well-balanced to the voices, and was provided by vielle (a droning string instrument resembling a cross between a violin and viola, to both of which it's ancestral) from Shira Kammen and soft and intricate hand-drum work from percussionist Peter Maund. Allison played harp on some pieces and Shira sang when a third vocal line was needed. The program, played in sets by country and period, ranged across the ars antiqua (Montpellier and Bamberg codices, Adam de la Halle - OK, I've heard of those) and ars nova (Machaut, Dufay, Gherardello da Firenze and others joining Landini). The starkness of the ars antiqua and the richer elaboration of the ars nova floated in a dry clear sound across the warm, wood-paneled, flat-floored St. Bede's Church tucked in among the venture capital firms on Sand Hill. (A much better venue than the concrete All Saints in Palo Alto, and about equal to Valley Presbyterian in Portola Valley, as squarish or circular churches in the area without high altars go.) Besides the fact that the group hasn't issued any recordings yet - though some by its members were for sale afterwards, and we got one - the only flaw in the evening was the woman who came and sat right behind us and began talking loudly, unceasingly, and unignorably to her companion about some other friend's hydrocephalic fetus and other equally personal topics and did not stop for breath until the concert began. We'd come early for good seats or I would have moved. This is what the term TMI was coined to describe. It's not just talkers on cell phones who impose themselves unwittingly on their neighbors. *B. points out that they could just as easily have been Ensemble MAPS or even Ensemble AMPS. Their seating arrangement was as Ensemble MASP. There was a reception afterwards, but no Spam was served. |
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