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Nov. 9th, 2025 10:14 pmCelebrating. Anniversary. <3
Reading. ( Ravindran, Link, Stocks )
I have also: been skimming a variety of pain-related academic publications, and: printed out not one but TWO translations of Treatise on Man for the coming week's work reading.
Playing. Things!
- Gently pootling along in I Love Hue.
- Inkulinati! Delighted by having made it along the High Combat route on the second map page of my journey with... really minimal damage sustained; also very pleased that having worked through most of the Academy and now having made Progress on my Journey I now have enough of an understanding of mechanics that Proper Shared Activity is viable. (... had a Very satisfying Pushing A Helmeted Dog Off Its Level when it had considerately broken down a neutral gate for me.)
- Fluxx! A particularly ridiculous game, that spent a whole bunch of time Draw 1 Play 1 and then suddenly exploded into Draw 3, Play All, Rich Bonus, Poor Bonus, Party Bonus, and Inflation, among others.
Cooking. Um. Three things from [the Roti King cookbook]9https://www.penguin.co.uk/books/466240/roti-king-by-sugen-gopal/9781837832118)! Surprised by how Very Into the beetroot thingy I was, and the pumpkin stew Grew On Me over the several days we spent eating it.
Also a tomato salad from East, which I was meh about -- but hey, that's one more thing crossed off that particular cookbook list!
Eating. This weekend we have had Many Avocadoes (which are a Special Treat), and also A made me blueberry pancakes for breakfast this morning.
OH and a variety of Things To Share from The Artful Duke in Bromley: macaroni cheese not particularly exciting but also very definitely not Cold Sad Soup, and therefore very welcome; sweetcorn "ribs"; three bean chilli nacho Situation; halloumi fries with hot honey. This occasioned the realisation on my part that "hot honey" is upselling for "sweet chilli sauce", which I find very amusing.
And a big pile of tomatoes my mother sent us home with, along with a chunk of Schwarzbrot :)
Exploring. Bromley "zoo"!
Making & mending. ... I got one of A's mildly problematic fountain pens writing earlier today and then promptly made it stop again. Gonna keep poking at the nib. (Tines were misaligned. Fixed that but/and they are now also a bit too splayed for capillary action to work properly; I think this predated my starting to mess around with it...)
Growing. The Mystery Habanero fruit are getting bigger. I am extremely impatient about how much bigger I need to wait for them to get before I can taste one to see how bad an idea eating it neat was.
All the various patio saffron are coming up, but the trough do not seem to have any interest in flowering this year, so I am going to need to Have A Think about what to do to make them happier. Honestly the answer is probably "buy another bag of bulb compost and bury 'em deeper".
New Community for Video Games Fans
Nov. 9th, 2025 07:20 pm
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Nov 9 not quite misc.exhausted.me
Nov. 9th, 2025 01:57 pmNo, I wanted to share the "food crime" I made today:
So the other day I saw a post, ostensibly about food crimes:
Butter Chicken Poutine
Folks, that sounded tasty, and I asked
The sauce was store bought as typical for me, I added browned hamburger, and I made home fries from scratch.
Tasty meal was had. Very filling. Our son was over, so I had the joy of feeding him in addition to us. And tonight will be Mozzarella Ravioli with Garlic Marinara with mother-in-law. Food is love, people.
Strange Houses, by Uketsu
Nov. 9th, 2025 10:25 am
This is such a fun, unique book. The opening grabs you immediately: Uketsu shows an architect friend the floor plan of a house that his friends are considering buying. The architect spots a number of odd elements that aren't just bad planning, but suggest a very carefully planned and bizarre MURDER HOUSE!
The floor plan of that house and two more come into play repeatedly as Uketsu and his friend investigate, unraveling a truly weird and sometimes spooky mystery via a series of interviews. This book breaks all sorts of rules - it's entirely told rather than shown, a lot of it is exposition, the author appears as a character, and that's not even mentioning the very large role that floor plans play - and I could not put it down.
Is the solution to the mystery absolutely nuts? Sure. Is the book a whole lot of fun to read? Absolutely. Will I recommend it to my customers? You bet!
Translated from the Japanese by Jim Rion, who has a nice afterword about translating it.
Apparently Uketsu is a Japanese YouTuber who only appears wearing a mask, like Chuck Tingle if his thing was drawings and creepy mysteries rather than horror and getting pounded in the butt. I can't wait to read Uketsu's other book, Strange Pictures.
30 in 30: Highlander
Nov. 9th, 2025 10:58 amChapters: 1/1
Fandom: Highlander The Series
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Tessa Noel [Highlander]
Additional Tags: Drabble
Summary:
Tessa is preparing a charity piece
Tessa inspected the illustration, then glanced at the pieces. Her keen eyes noted where each piece would intersect with one another, mentally measuring just where the notches needed to be cut.
Moving from sketches to full drawing, and then to modeling three-dimensional figures in clay, to now being able to machine the final sculpture as she envisioned it had been satisfying. More, she would know that her art would bring joy to the local children's hospital. The sun room would be awash in a kaleidescope of colors after the glass was inset in the frame.
That in mind, she began.
📝 weeknotes (nov. 2-8 2025)
Nov. 9th, 2025 08:23 amLife Updates
Since my last Weeknotes update, I’ve left [redacted location] and arrived at my new catsit. I’m in Denver for the rest of the month! The cats here are adorable (as always) and the apartment I’m staying in is really nice; the owners are kind and let me come early and stay a few extra days, which was great for me because I saved a bit on accommodation money.
I’ve now been here with the cats alone for a week and I’m really enjoying the whole experience. I’m in a residential area and it’s super fun to walk around looking at all the interesting houses and the trees slowly dying for the winter. I’ve been going out nearly every day just wandering around (in a borrowed fleece jacket because it’s been fairly cold (for me)) with a few occasional forays into the rest of town.
I’m a little annoyed that most (all??) of the museums here have a fairly high entrance fee ($10+ minimum). Of course yesterday was free museum day and I totally forgot…
( Read the rest of this entry » )Crossposted from Pixietails Club Blog.
Character name?
Nov. 9th, 2025 11:07 pmI have started writing fiction. At this point, I have a whole three paragraphs, a narrative tone I have hopes for, and a complete block on the name of the character I'm talking to. For Reasons, this is bugging me more than it should (yes, they are currently Character A).
So, crowdsourcing. Please suggest me names suitable for a middle-ish class surburban white woman Australian born in, say, the mid to late 70s. I was faintly tempted to just call them Jenny, as such a large percentage of that age group were. But it doesn't fit the vibe for reasons I can't articulate. This is someone who's trying to fit their quest / portal fantasy activities into the hours between school drop off and pick up, while also balancing any number of other commitments (are they on the P&C? I haven't worked that one out yet). (I have also discarded Liz, Lisa, Kate, and Sarah, all of which were common in that age group). I'm kind of avoiding names of friends, with the caveat that if you want me to use your name for a complete stranger and risk the assumptions people will make if they ever read it, tell me that!
Will I finish this story? Well, history points to no. But it is three more paragraphs than I wrote last year, and I have more plot to go with it than I did last time I tried to get this scene out of my head. I give it two chances.
The Friday Five on a Sunday
Nov. 9th, 2025 03:36 pm- What’s harder to live without, chocolate or alcohol?
I've frequently given up alcohol for weeks. I've never dared give up chocolate. I might turn into a monster. - Does the colour yellow remind you of anything?
A few things. Drawing the Sun with crayons. The walls of the Camden flat I lived in when I first moved to London. The colour of baby poop (soooo weird). - Who most annoyed you last week?
The Andrew formerly known as Prince. Just go and fade away into obscurity already, although really you should be in prison, you entitled twerp. - Do you have a cutesy romantic nickname for your partner (or previous partners)?
Yes. I'm disinclined to expound on that. - What is your favourite Stephen King movie?
Er, none of them. I can't watch most horror films. They give me nightmares for weeks.
The Day in Spikedluv (Saturday, Nov 8)
Nov. 9th, 2025 07:40 amI did a load of laundry, hand-washed dishes, went for several walks with Pip and the dogs, cut up chicken for the dogs' meals, scooped kitty litter, and showered. We had battered fish and fries for supper; because Pip has GF batter and he likes curly fries, our meals go on two separate trays in the oven.
I read-through what I’ve typed in so far (and typed in those edits) and added ~400 words. It wasn’t as much as I wanted to write, but I decided to give myself a break after writing and typing all those words. I watched Matlock and Mistletoe Murders.
Temps started out at 50.2(F) (we were not expecting it to be so warm in the morning!) and reached ~50.2. It went down then back up to the morning low. I never saw it go higher. There was some sun, but still a breeze that cooled things down a bit.
Mom Update:
Mom was doing pretty well today. ( more back here )
Get Rec’d with Amanda – Volume 102
Nov. 9th, 2025 10:00 amWelcome back!
This time around, we have a romance and three non-fiction options. All of the non-fiction titles are quite different too!
Get any good recommendations lately? Drop them in the comments!
Black-Owned
For all my bookish nonfiction fans! This looks at the history of Black-owned bookstores, especially as hubs for political activism. Also a great gift book if it fits for anyone on your list.
Longtime NBC News reporter Char Adams writes a deeply compelling and rigorously reported history of Black political movements told through the lens of Black-owned bookstores, which have been centers for organizing from abolition to the Civil Rights Movement to Black Lives Matter.
In Black-Owned, Char Adams celebrates the living history of Black bookstores. Packed with stories of activism, espionage, violence, community, and perseverance, Black-Owned starts with the first Black-owned bookstore, which an abolitionist opened in New York in 1834, and after the bookshop’s violent demise, Black book-lovers carried on its cause. In the twentieth century, civil rights and Black Power activists started a Black bookstore boom nationwide. Malcolm X gave speeches in front of the National Memorial African Book Store in Harlem—a place dubbed “Speakers’ Corner”—and later, Black bookstores became targets of FBI agents, police, and racist vigilantes. Still, stores continued to fuel Black political movements.
Amid these struggles, bookshops were also places of celebration: Eartha Kitt and Langston Hughes held autograph parties at their local Black-owned bookstores. Maya Angelou became the face of National Black Bookstore Week. And today a new generation of Black activists is joining the radical bookstore tradition, with rapper Noname opening her Radical Hood Library in Los Angeles and several stores making national headlines when they were overwhelmed with demand in the Black Lives Matter era. As Adams makes clear, in an time of increasing repression, Black bookstores are needed now more than ever.
Full of vibrant characters and written with cinematic flair, Black-Owned is an enlightening story of community, resistance, and joy.
The End of Summer
A woman discovers the man who fired her moonlights as a dancer/stripper for bachelorette parties. I think this one does a good job embodying the feel of a summer romance with staying power. (I mean as a fling over the summer, not something marketed as a beach read.)
Gretchen Andrews is a homegrown Cape Cod lifer. She’s just a regular girl studying to be a teacher, making ends meet by waitressing at the Diamond Excelsior Resort.
At least, that was the case before Memorial Day weekend.
Brady Hawthorne is the Assistant Manager at the Diamond Excelsior’s main restaurant. That is, until Gretchen comes along and takes down his summer plans in one fell swoop. Lesson Never ask a girl who can’t walk in heels to be your lead server in private dining…unless you want to lose your job when she inevitably dumps a tray of hot seafood in a celebrity’s lap.
Now in the height of tourist season, Gretchen and Brady find themselves wageless with mounting bills and few options for traditional employment. As the job search becomes dire, Gretchen seizes an opportunity working at the Cape’s premier, underground bachelorette-party destination, a place where she never expects to find the boss who fired her wearing next to nothing while dollars rain down around him Niagara-style.
When the owner skips town and leaves Gretchen to manage the (probably illegal) operation for the unforeseeable future, she enlists help from the only person she knows who understands that desperate times call for desperate measures. Gretchen and Brady begrudgingly bump and grind their way from enemies to partners-in-crime in a matter of weeks. Gretchen puts it all on the line – her family, her new love-interest, and her professional future – by two-stepping into a spotlight that was never meant for her.
Enshittification
We’ve talked about Doctorow’s term “enshittification” before and now there’s a whole book dedicated to the concept.
Enshittification: it’s not just you—the internet sucks now. Here’s why, and here’s how we can disenshittify it.
We’re living through the Enshittocene, the Great Enshittening, a time in which the services that matter to us, that we rely on, are turning into giant piles of shit. It’s frustrating. Demoralizing. Even terrifying.
Enshittification identifies the problem and proposes a solution.
When Cory Doctorow coined the term enshittification, he was not just finding a funner way to say “things are getting worse.” He was making a specific diagnosis about the state of the digital world and how it is affecting all of our lives (and not for the better).
The once-glorious internet was colonized by platforms that made all-but-magical promises to their users—and, at least initially, seemed to deliver on them. But once users were locked in, the platforms turned on them to make their business customers happy. Then the platforms turned to abusing their business customers to claw back all the value for themselves. In the end, the platforms die.
Doctorow’s argument clearly resonated. Once named, it became obvious that enshittification is everywhere, so much so that the American Dialect Society named it its 2023 Word of the Year, and was cited as an inspiration for the 2025 season of Black Mirror.
Here, now, in Enshittification the book, Doctorow moves the conversation beyond the overwhelming sense of our inevitably enshittified fate. He shows us the specific decisions that led us here, who made them, and—most important—how they can be undone.
No More Tears
I may have recommended Empire of Pain in this column before about the Sackler family. This reminds me a lot of that.
An incendiary, deeply reported exposé of Johnson & Johnson, one of America’s oldest and most trusted pharmaceutical companies—from award-winning investigative journalist Gardiner Harris
One day in 2004, Gardiner Harris, early for a flight, sat down at an airport bar and started talking to the woman on the bar stool beside him. She was a drug sales rep for Johnson & Johnson, and her horrific story about unethical sales practices and the devastating impact they’d had on her family fundamentally changed the nature of how Harris covered the company—and the entire pharmaceutical industry—for The New York Times. His subsequent investigations and ongoing research since that conversation led to new federal laws and ultimately to No More Tears, a blistering exposé of a trusted American institution and the largest healthcare conglomerate in the world.
Harris takes us light years away from the company’s image as the child-friendly “baby company” as he uncovers reams of evidence showing decades of deceitful and dangerous corporate practices that have threatened the lives of millions. He covers multiple disasters: lies and cover-ups regarding baby powder’s link to cancer; the surprising dangers of Tylenol; a criminal campaign to sell dangerous anti-psychotics to children; a popular drug for cancer patients that increases the risk of tumor growth. Deceptive marketing efforts that accelerated opioid addictions rival even those of the Sacklers and Purdue Pharma. All told, Johnson & Johnson’s products have helped cause drug crises that have contributed to the deaths of as many as two million people and counting.
Filled with shocking, infuriating, but utterly necessary revelations, No More Tears is a landmark work of investigative journalism that lays bare the deeply rooted corruption behind the image of babies bathing with a smile.
American Sirens by Kevin Hazzard
Nov. 9th, 2025 03:20 amIn Pittsburg, in the 1960s, there was an establishment that was called "Freedom House" that helped black people find jobs. They were approached by a foundation that wanted them to take on a more ambitious project. That more ambitious project involved collaborating with a doctor who was pioneering emergency medicine to do street medicine.
At this point in time, ambulance services were run by the police, the fire department, or funeral homes. The goal was to get people to the hospital as quickly as possible. No one necessarily rode in the back with the patients to make sure they were okay.
Dr. Peter Safar had read a paper that the breath being exhaled still had quite a bit of oxygen in it, and he invented CPR. He wanted to teach CPR to just about anyone. The medical establishment did not like this because medicine was too special to teach just anyone.
He had bigger dreams of civilians learning even more medicine and riding in specialized ambulances equipped with medical equipment. He took on his first class of civilians in the late 1960s and trained them for nine months and let them serve the black community in a part of Pittsburg. At this point, that community started to receive better care than everyone else in Pittsburg.
Then, Pittsburg elects a populist mayor who is trying to cut government and feels a bit Trumpian. The Mayor Peter Flaherty wantsed to give the money to the police, even though the police had a lot less medical training.
A new doctor is brought in to run Freedom House, and she trains them even further. She goes on to write the curriculum that is used by paramedics around the country.
The story in this book revolves around three central characters. John Moon is one of the paramedics who works at Freedom House. Doctor Peter Safar is a pioneer in anesthesiology and emergency manager. He saw Narcan being used to reverse anesthesia, and he decided to try it on overdoses in the early 1970s. I didn't realize Narcan had been around that long. Doctor Nancy Caroline comes in to run Freedom House during Flaherty's tenure as mayor, writes the training material used for all paramedics, and then goes on to do some disaster medicine around the world.
This book was excellent.
There is also a Netflix documentary about this.
In Defense of Alchemy [sci/chem, hist]
Nov. 8th, 2025 11:53 pmSciShow did a collab with Tom Lum and ESOTERICA and delivered a deep dive into the history of the relationship of chemistry and alchemy and the politicization of the distinction between the two: "In Defense of Alchemy" (2025 Oct 17).
I cannot tell you how much I loved this and what a happy surprise this was. It ties into a whole bunch of other things I passionately want to tell you about that have to do with epistemology, science, and politics (and early music) but I didn't expect to be able to tie chemistry/alchemy in to it because I had neither the chops nor the time to do so. But now, some one else has done this valuable work and tied it all up with a bow for me. I'm thrilled.
Please enjoy: 45 transfiguring minutes about the history of alchemy and chemistry and what you were probably told about it and how it is wrong.
Update, Or: J? Where the hell is the j? [me, heath]
Nov. 8th, 2025 11:29 pmMeanwhile, I have also finally started having a medical problem I've been anticipating ever since my back went wonky three years ago: my wrists have finally started crapping out. Because I cannot tolerate sitting for long, I have been using my laptop on a rig that holds it over me on my bed. But this means I haven't been using my ergonomic keyboard because it's not compatible with this rig. I'm honestly surprised it's taken this long for my wrists to burst into flames again, but HTML and other coding has always been harder on my arms than simple text, and the research and writing I've been doing on Latin American geopolitics has been a lot of that. And while I can use dictation for text*, it's useless for HTML or anything that involves a lot of cut-and-paste. Consequently, I've gotten really behind on all my writing, both here and my clinical notes.
So I ordered a NocFree split wireless keyboard in hopes that it will be gentler on my arms. It arrived last night, and I have been relearning how to touch type, only with my arms at my side and absolutely not being able to see the keyboard.
You would not believe how long it took me to type this, but it's all slowly coming back. Also, I feel the need to share: I'm doing this in emacs. Which feels like a bit of a high wire act, because errors involving meta keys could, I dunno, reformat my hard drive or crash the electrical grid.
Here's hoping I get the hang of this before I break the backspace key from overuse or accidentally launch a preemptive nuclear strike on Russia.
* If, you know, I don't too dearly value my sanity.
approaching the end of the Madisyn saga
Nov. 8th, 2025 06:52 pmShe left early Wednesday morning; the text message Matthew woke up to, around 10a, that was time stamped 5:36, said that her friend Kayla was picking her up to spend a little time with her (Kayla). Kayla’s girlfriend had gone to Alabama for a few days, and Kayla was upset and depressed. Matthew texted Madisyn when he woke up, and she didn’t answer. She didn’t answer any texts, any messages, any phone calls. Around 4:30 that afternoon, Madisyn’s boss called Donnie, asking if she knew where Madisyn was, since she was supposed to be in to work at 1p. We messaged Kayla, but she took about another 16 hours to respond, and she said she didn’t pick Madisyn up, Madisyn wasn’t at her house, she hadn’t seen her. Matthew asked Madisyn’s friend Heather if she’d heard from her; Heather said no. None of Heather’s texts were answered either.
We started yesterday, day three, gathering her things out of the kitchen and bathroom. Today is boxing all her things up, and bagging all of her clothing, and it’s turning into a “finish up on Sunday” thing, because everyone underestimated how much stuff (clothes, in particular) she has, and the level of mess in that bedroom. Once it’s all boxed/bagged up, we’re putting it on the patio (minus the electronics; they’ll stay in the house until she comes to get her things; they don’t need to be outside until then). She’ll have 30 days after that to get her things, and then it’s done until he has the money to hire a divorce attorney.
But yeah. There we are. I don’t think it’s really hit Matthew, yet. He’s been asking the same questions over and over (that we don’t have actual answers for), but there hasn’t been anything yet, like crying, screaming, whatevering. I know that grief’s a process, and it’ll take a while. But it’s going to be unfun for a while, unfortunately.
And for an addition that won’t be seen by Donnie, in particular: if she lectures me one more time about something I’ve said, or how I’ve said it, or really, anything, I might just lose my mind.
I’ve been snappy – to everyone. I don’t think it’s occurred to anyone else in this house, that Madisyn just up and disappearing isn’t fun for me, either. Did I want her married to my son? No. Was I happy that she was making his life miserable? No, I was not. But I’ve spent most of this past year actively trying to like her. Or at least dislike her less. I’d made progress, I thought. And when she was being fun and funny, she was fun to be around. It was when she was stimming that it became less fun (her version of stimming was to walk around smacking the side of her leg, or her ass, or whatever). And her manic (not drug!manic, but still manic) episodes weren’t fun, either. But I was trying. So I’m torn in a thousand different directions over that, PLUS the fact that Matthew is so miserable right now. I’ve been snappy, and I’ve had some meltdowns of my own…very immature meltdowns, I should add. Which I am aware of when they happen, and I’ve been doing my best NOT to throw it on Matthew.
But I am 34 fucking years older than Donnie is. I have been through some major drama of my own, in my life. I have packed and moved more times than years she’s lived. I don’t need her telling me that I can’t keep all the hangers because Madisyn bought them, she was here when they arrived. I wasn’t trying to keep all the hangers. I was separating out the ones that were legitimately mine, and I kept the blue ones so Matthew would have a few to hang HIS things on, should he want to. Also, why would you toss the clothes still on the hangers, into *plastic* trashbags? Where the hangers could poke holes into bags that will be sitting outside for a month? I know that when people move they do that – just toss the stuff into bags or open boxes. *I’ve* done that, when moving. But this isn’t moving. This isn’t the same. But yes, until I pointed that out to her, she was trying to tell me that I was… I don’t know. Doing it wrong? Something.
I was going to wash the dishes, so they would be done (just dinner last night), and also wash the dishes they found while cleaning up the room. But then there was a big deal made about how “I *said* I was going to wash them, Kim. You don’t need to worry about them.”
They’re still sitting in the sink, btw, and I could have long since had them done. I was going to do them, the first time around, at 1p this afternoon. And now there will be dinner dishes, as well.
Anyway, I needed to vent. Thanks for letting me.