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Episode 51, "Rumbling": I completely forgot the existence of this episode until I was checking a list for titles. On skimming the transcript . . . yeah, no wonder I forgot it, though it has an extremely cute Carlos/Cecil moment at the end.
Episode 52, "The Retirement of Pamela Winchell": we were asked at the LonCon panel who our favorite character was, and she was the first one to come to my mind (besides Cecil, I mean). So this was great.
Episode 53, "The September Monologues": I was thoroughly unimpressed with the middle one as a character, and the voice that Steve Carlsberg's actor uses makes my ears itch.
Episode 54, "A Carnival Comes to Town": ( (spoilers) )
And hey, a weather by a band I knew already! We'd seen PigPen Theatre Co.'s "The Old Man and The Old Moon" (NYT review) on a trip to NYC a few years ago. It was generally charming but I spent every minute that the female character was onstage thinking (a) this guy is doing a very nice job of playing an old woman but (b) could they really not have found a single female actor to guest in this role, even if they didn't want to have her be in their company/band?
A week ago Saturday, having read about something that sounded fun, I headed off to Cheney Stadium, home of the local farm team (the Tacoma Rainiers, part of the Seattle Mariners), to my first-ever food truck event. I paid my parking fee and strolled in.
I’d never been inside a baseball stadium before (I’m a football fan — baseball never did much for me), let alone out on the field. I think that was at least half the charm. A band was playing on a stage set up in the outfield, and the food trucks were strung out like beads on a string around the edge of the field. People strolled around and lolled on the grass and sat in the bleachers, their hands full of food. It all smelled wonderful.
I wound up with the best (and biggest) gyro I’ve ever eaten, and a dish of self-serve (pay by the ounce) frozen yogurt, but while the food was good, the ambiance was just plain fun.
After a while, I decided I needed to walk off my rather large lunch, so I went across the street to the Tacoma Nature Center at Snake Lake. Now, understand, the reason it’s called Snake Lake is its shape, not its inhabitants. I’ve walked there any number of times, and I’ve never seen a snake there.
It’s quite the amazing little place to find in the heart of a city the size of Tacoma. The trail is two miles round trip, and tunnels through untamed woods where animals have a chance to hide from all the development.
One end does butt up against the U.S. 16 freeway, but the noise sounds more like wind through the trees than anything else, and the perspective is — different.
And on the uphill side on the way back, common plants like salal make carpets on the ground, and not-so-common plants like madrona shed their bark to show russet-colored wood.
The list of plants and animals found here is quite extensive, considering how close people press in all around this park. And it’s a great place to walk on a hot day, because the trail is almost completely in the shade!
I don't understand how this year has happened. I must have participated in it somehow but I don't remember it. How is there practically none left? How is it go_exchange time again already? (Man, I hope I get my first choice there. I may have already started snippeting it). We have had a day stampede and I'm waving feebly from close to the bottom of the 2014 cliff, scree-battered and still smiling. The career choice is, as ever, hibernation at this time of year; the British Library don't want me.
1. I am ridiculously happy about PoI being back tonight. I mean, RIDICULOUSLY. That and AoS. And Sleepy Hollow! I'm all "What's next?!" about all of them.
2. We needed tequila for margaritas over the weekend, so I bought based solely on the name: Sparkle Donkey. It was both surprisingly good and surprisingly strong, and I found yesterday, they're a little cracked in the head (in a good way), as I looked at their website. Of course, they named it Sparkle Donkey, so why wouldn't they be.
3. Her Universe is a website that does sci-fi fantasy licensed (and not) clothing specifically aimed at women. I love them.
You can tell a lot about a person from their music. Hit shuffle on your iPod, MP3 Player, etc. and put the first 10 songs! One rule, no skipping!
From my favorites playlist:
"Come to Me, Bend to Me" John Mark Ainsley (Brigadoon) "Mary Ellen Carter" Stan Rogers (Home in Halifax) "It Doesn't Matter Anymore" Buddy Holly (Oh Boy) "All Through the Night" Peter, Paul & Mary (Peter, Paul and Mommy) "Don Quixote" Gordon Lightfoot (Don Quixote) "Storms in Africa, Pt. 2" Enya (Watermark) "I Am a Rock" Simon & Garfunkel (Sounds of Silence) "There's a Dance" Mustard's Retreat (Back To Back) "The Trial of Lancelot" Heather Dale (Trial of Lancelot) "Longer" Dan Fogelberg (Greatest Hits)
From my all music playlist:
"Overs" Simon & Garfunkel (Bookends) "Soul of a Pioneer" (Flying Island - Marcon 22) "A Pict's Song" (Best of Bayfilk) "The Bothy Lads" Cilla Fisher & Artie Tresize (For Foul Day And Fair) "Johnny McEldoo" The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem (Ain't It Grand Boys) "Something Wonderful" (The King and I) "See See Rider" Sweet Honey in the Rock (In This Land) "Chapter 44a" (The Mark of Athena [Disc 11]) "If I Needed Someone" The Beatles (Rubber Soul) "I Had a Good Father and Mother" Kate Wolf (Looking Back At You)
You might come across versions of this image on the web that are much more colorful — with bright oranges and reds — but despite Van Gogh’s penchant for brilliantly high-chroma paintings in his later career, I don’t believe that’s the case here.
I haven’t see the original, but this is from the middle of Van Gogh’s career, a point at which he was surprisingly true to nature (and to the 17th century Dutch painters from which he initially took inspiration), and it looks to me like these are brown leaves on an overcast day.
The best reproduction I’ve found is on WikiArt (large version here). The original is in the Kröller Müller Museum, whose small, dim website reproduction is not very helpful.
Also watching everyone freak out over Ello's privacy statement. This is one of those moments when I say to myself something about "always ask how they plan to make money." Did we not learn this, Bay Areans, with the Web 1.0 crash? Apparently not.
Hello everyone. I thought I'd post about a great experience I just had a few minutes ago with a representative of Christian Record Services for the Blind. This is a nonprofit organization based in Lincoln, Nebraska. I had left him a voicemail concerning a problem I was having with their online registration form to use the lending library. He just called me back and patiently registered me. I am now going to start receiving materials from them again, including some digital material that I can listen to on my digital talking book machine. I attended 2 of their summer camps several years ago and had a lot of fun at both. We remembered each other from camp. So three cheers for Christian Record Services for the Blind! I trust they will get that online form working soon, as they just started their lending library.
Current Location:at my Mac but about to do some dishes.
Way back in January I promisedlethargic_man that I'd talk about which bits of the High Holy Day liturgy make me cry, and I didn't get round to it at all. And now the festival season has come round again and my head is in the machzor, the special prayer book for this time of year. So I might as well finally answer that question from months back!
I just want to state for the record that the Facebook/G+ "real names" controversies have little to nothing to do with whatever excuses Mark Zuckerberg or whoever make to underpin their decision. Integrity, my butt. It's about what the investors -- and the advertisers -- want. And what they want is the data mining results. Fake names means bad data. Clean it up for us, Mr. CEO minion, would you? Thanks for all your help.
I also want to say I'm only saying this because I haven't seen anyone else say it. Maybe it's too obvious to bother saying aloud? I sure hope so.
I was very intrigued by wychwood's long and chewy post about Paul du Gay's In
Praise of Bureaucracy: Weber, Organisation, Ethics but but my mind has been snagging on the following all day and I am trying to get the thoughts out of my head and into semi-coherent (still jetlagged) words.
According to the book, Weber argued that people lived their lives in
entirely separate spheres - the work self and the family self and the
self out shopping have no overlap or contact between them, they are
independent.... [W]hen du Gay looks at it in more detail later on, it seems like some of
the argument is actually about ideals - people should be
different at work, or, rather, bureaucrats shouldn't allow their personal
opinions and ideas to affect the way they discharge their duties. Weber
says you can protest policies to your superiors; you can push for change
and disagree with how things are. But once your bosses confirm that the
rules are the rules, it's your job to enforce them as though you believed
in them implicitly. I'm not sure where that leaves whistleblowers -
they're going against that ethos, but I think they're often right to do
so. On the other hand, I find it hard to generate a rational morality
which allows for whistleblowers without also allowing the kind of
intrusion of personal morality that I do disagree with, such as
pharmacists who refuse to dispense contraception or KKK members in the
police force pushing a racist agenda.
It seemed to me that there is a moral distinction between whistleblowers and people who use their position within a system to pursue an agenda conformable with their own interests which is not just about the intrusion of purely private morality.
For me, there is a huge chasm here between openness and hypocrisy. The whistleblower may already have raised concerns with their line management and got an unsatisfactory response (and in cases of whistleblowing, what is going on may not merely be ethically dubious but actually illegal). The person who is supposed to be acting in a neutral and evenhanded manner but is inflicting their own agenda is probably not taking up their objections to the higher levels in the organisation and may, in fact, be doing this entirely covertly or in collusion with a group of like-minded individuals within the institution.
This recalled to me that somewhere in one of volumes of Doris Lessing's Children of Violence sequence, she contrasts two women active in the affairs of the capital of 'Zambesia', the fictional counterpart of Rhodesia: Mrs van der Meerwe, the progressive activist, and Mrs Maynard, married to one of the most influential men in the local establishment. Lessing points out that the dangerous subversive perceived as aiming at the destruction of all the white colonial settlers hold dear operates transparently and in the open; she makes no secret of what she is up to. Mrs Maynard, however, operates by gossip and backstairs influence and indirect moves.
The whistleblower is making a public statement and potentially facing adverse consequences. The other side of the equation is being sneaky and underhanded. If you see public morality as being about society, the whistleblower is accepting a responsibility to the wider public sphere beyond their institution.
There are also ways of balancing private and public morality: I think of Gerald Gardiner (who became Lord Chancellor under the Wilson government) who refused elevation to the bench until after the abolition of the death penalty, as he had strong views against this. (I concede that this is not the sort of option open to everybody.)
As an archivist, I am obliged (within the limits of e.g. the law on data protection) to make the archives in my care available to all researchers; I cannot refuse access on the grounds that a particular researcher is a frothing sensationalist conspiracy theorist.
However, what I can do when the frothing conspiracy theorist publishes their sensationalist theory is point out their tearing of material from its context and embedding it in a morass of unexamined assumptions (the dangerous procession from 'could have' via 'would have' 'must have' to 'did').
Such insomnia the night before last, and not enough sleep last night either. Having trouble keeping my chin up and stringing words together, and so I present to you some Gratuitous Portraits Of Myself:
Sketched while trying to stay conscious during a speakerphone meeting.