Poem: "Choosing to Sprout"

Feb. 13th, 2026 12:53 pm
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The seeds lying in their wombs of earth are turning now
preparing to kick out taproots through their coats
I rewatch the video of bluebird chicks cracking their own eggshells
Wondering at babies battering through barriers to birth themselves
Choosing again and again to leave every womb that once held them
Protected and confined

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Heated Rivalry

Feb. 12th, 2026 10:40 pm
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Heated Rivalry, 2024 six-episode TV series hockey romance. Season one, I guess, since I guess with it such a hit they're going to do more. I was just as delighted by it as it was a safe bet I would be. An excellent exception to my general TV non-watching. (I guess that's a weird thing to say at a time when I've been watching enormous-for-me amounts of television watching Stranger Things, but there's like Family Activity Watching and then Personal Watching and they are different.)

Last Night at the Telegraph Club

Feb. 12th, 2026 10:09 pm
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Last Night at the Telegraph Club, Malinda Lo, 2021 YA historical. This one's been on my list since 2021 and I'm not sure what made me decide that now was the time. (Looking for some f/f to balance my m/m media consumption watching the gay hockey show, maybe.) Really well done - you can see why the cover is covered in awards - but also kind of wild to read at this moment in history when our fascist government is so desperate to take us back to this time of police raids on gay bars, criminalization of cross-dressing, and taking people's papers and threatening them with denaturalization and deportation. But I guess it's hopeful to think that Lily and Kath of the book are going to make it to Pride parades in their 30s and the 2004 San Francisco marriage licenses in their 60s, and maybe it won't even take us quite so long to work our way back this time. Anyways, Lo does an amazing job bringing a time and place to life, so much great detail here, highly recommended.

2026 Hugos - my reading/recs so far

Feb. 11th, 2026 05:06 pm
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I haven't read much short fiction yet. Maybe soon. Here's what is (and isn't) in my likely nominations so far though.

Novel: The Incandescent, Snake-Eater, This Princess Kills Monsters

Also read: The Tomb of Dragons, A Drop of Corruption, Where the Axe Is Buried, Hemlock & Silver, Katabasis, When We Were Real, Harmattan Season, The Potency of Ungovernable Impulses, Motheater, Awake in the Floating City, The Martian Contingency, Honeyeater. (Some of these I liked more or less than others and would be more or less happy to see on the ballot, but The Incandescent is by far the front-runner for me and my nominations will at least somewhat be about gaming that. _This Princess_ is not going to come within ten places of the ballot - it's not even on the Locus list - so why not. I would pick Snake-Eater over Hemlock and would disapprove of getting both, although I kind of suspect we *will* get both unless Vernon declines for one of them.)

Novella: The River Has Roots, Automatic Noodle, Cinder House

Also read: Don't Sleep With the Dead, The Summer War, Murder By Memory, A Mouthful of Dust, What Stalks the Deep. (I am leaning towards not nominating series installments even if they were really good. Standalone supremacy, rah.)

Graphic: Nefarious Nights of Willowweep Manor

Also read: Second Shift, In the Land of Simplicity. (I guess I could nominate both if I don't find anything else I like better just to make a vain stab at getting something interesting on the ballot. Also Nefarious Nights is a sequel, so so much for promoting standalones, but in comics I feel like something more or less has to be a series or franchise or tie-in to get enough traction to get anywhere.)

Lodestar: Among Ghosts

Also read: Starstrike

Dramatic Long: Sinners, KPop Demon Hunters.

Also watched: Leviathan, Superman. (I would like to see Superman on the final ballot so I can give it my third-place vote and also displace something worse but I think it has a good chance of making the ballot without my nomination and thus would rather not dilute my nom for KPDH.)

Second Shift and Simplicity

Feb. 11th, 2026 02:58 pm
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Realized the other day that rather than sitting around waiting for my intrepid graphic-novel-reading friend to tell me what 2025 graphic novels I should be reading, I could seek some out myself. Unfortunately I did not love either of these for Hugo purposes, and neither had the kind of breakout awesome that might be able to compete with inevitable frontrunners Prestige DC Cape Project, Adaptation of Classic Novel, and Latest Kieron Gillen, but it's still interesting to me to see a little bit of what's up in the adult SF graphic novel space.

Second Shift, Kit Anderson, 2025 graphic from Avery Hill, is about workers on a distant planet and the corporate AI that provides them with perception overlays and entertainments. I have to admit I do not love "but what is really real" plots even while I concede that this is an increasingly relevant theme in the age of bespoke AI slop. Also this book is oblique to the point of not really landing for me. I know from my own writing experience that sometimes I am thinking "surely I don't need to spell this out, that would be boring", but it's always more obvious inside your own head when you already know what you're trying to say, and I feel like this story could have used a little less trailing off and a little more actually saying things.

In the Land of Simplicity: A Novel, Mattie Lubchansky, 2025 graphic from Pantheon Books, is a near-future story about an anthropologist visiting a backwoods commune in post-United-States New York. An interesting contrast to Second Shift in that there is also some "what is real" stuff happening but it turns out to be clearer cut and more explained, and also a contrast in positing a possibility of resistance and escape from the corporation that Second Shift doesn't. And it was interesting to see how they both used the idea of the museum in different ways. Unfortunately, while it was at least clear in this book *what* was happening, I didn't really buy into it in a "this is a satisfying narrative" way. I hate to not love a queer book! I do like the way Lubchansky writes/draws about transness and bodies! And no blame to Lubchansky for not wanting to write a tragedy! But the improbability of the end, especially the bigger story we're asked to believe took place off the page, kind of undermined for me the personal character story the book is mostly about. But, I don't know. I guess it's a tonal fit. Maybe I'm too picky. Enh.

How Much? by Carl Sandburg

Feb. 12th, 2026 03:09 pm
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How much do you love me, a million bushels?
Oh, a lot more than that, Oh, a lot more.

And tomorrow maybe only half a bushel?
Tomorrow maybe not even a half a bushel.

And is this your heart arithmetic?
This is the way the wind measures the weather.


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What the hell sort of question is that? Of course I'd pay up! I have money, pride, and my teeth, and of the three, I can least afford to lose the last. Wouldn't almost anybody submit to the shakedown? That's how protection rackets work, after all - everybody does the same math and comes to the same conclusion as I just did.

(Of course, the context was "I think this company was rude to me over the phone, therefore I decided to live without hot water and heating because I have my principles" so, you know, I guess we have different approaches to life?)

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I was listening to an audiodrama

Feb. 9th, 2026 10:47 am
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(Mission Rejected, if you're curious)

and they took the time at the start of the most recent episode to talk about a charity in Minnesota that will bring food safely to people. I don't have the name of the charity, it's not on their website right now.

But what really struck me is that they spent a few minutes on this and never once mentioned or even alluded to why some people might need food to be delivered safely.

I'm not sure what I think about that, but I'm sure I don't like it much.

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Is it just me?

Feb. 9th, 2026 10:47 am
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Hey, does anybody happen to know the answer to this question?

Back when Mr B and I started doing joint grocery orders, I started analyzing our budget like you do. In the course of doing so, I discovered something I hadn't realized: about a third of my "grocery" budget wasn't food. It was:

• Disposable food handling and storage supplies: plastic wrap, paper towels, aluminum foil, ziplocs, e.g.

• Personal hygiene supplies: toilet paper, bath soap, shampoo, skin lotion, menstrual supplies, toothpaste, mouthwash, Q-tips, e.g.

• Health supplies: vitamins, bandaids, NSAIDs, first aid supplies, OTC medications and supplements, e.g.

• Domestic hygiene supplies: dish detergent, dish soap, dish sponges, Windex, Pine-sol, laundry detergent, bleach, mouse traps, e.g.

None of these things individually needs to be bought every grocery trip, but that's good, because they can add up fast. Especially if you try to buy at all in volume to try to drive unit costs down. But the problem is there are so many of them, that usually you need some of them on every order.

This fact is in the back of my head whenever I hear politicians or economists or social commentators talk about the "cost of groceries": I don't know if they mean just food or the whole cost of groceries. Sometimes it's obvious. An awful lot of the relief for the poor involves giving them food (such as at a food pantry) or the funds to buy it (such as an EBT card), but very explicitly doesn't include, say, a bottle of aspirin or a box of tampons or a roll of Saran wrap. Other times, it's not, such as when a report on the cost of "groceries" only compares the prices of food items, and then makes statements about the average totals families of various sizes spend on "groceries": if they only looked at the prices of foods, does that mean they added up the prices of foods a family typically buys to generate a "grocery bill" which doesn't include the non-food groceries, or did they survey actual families' actual grocery bills and just average them without substracting the non-food groceries? Hard to say from the outside.

When we see a talking head on TV – a pundit or a politician – talking about the price of "groceries" but then say it, for example, has to do with farm labor, or the import of agricultural goods, should we assume they're just meaning "food" by the term "groceries"? Or it is a tell they've forgotten that not everything bought at a grocery store (and part of a consumer's grocery store bill) is food, and maybe are misrepresenting or misunderstanding whatever research they are leaning on? Or is it a common misconception among those who research domestic economics that groceries means exclusively food?

So my question is: given that a lot of information about this topic that percolates out to the public is based on research that the public never sees for themselves, what assumptions are reasonable for the public to make about how the field(s) which concern themselves with the "price of groceries" mean "groceries"? What fields are those and do they have a standard meaning of "groceries" and does it or does it not include non-food items?

This question brought to you by yet another video about the cost of groceries and how they might be controlled in which the index examples were the ingredients for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but, as usual, not the sandwich baggy to put it in to take to school or work.

The Dreamer by Dulcie Deamer

Feb. 7th, 2026 08:48 am
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The wave yearns at the cliff foot: its pale arms
        Reach upward and relapse, like down-dropped hands;
The baffled tides slip backward evermore,
        And a long sighing murmurs round the sands . . .

My heart is as the wave that lifts and falls:
       Tall is the cliff—oh! tall as that dim star
That crowns its summit hidden in a cloud—
       Tall as the dark and holy heavens are.

The sad strange wreckage of full many ships
        Burdens the bitter waters’ ebb and flow:
Gold diadems, like slowly falling flames,
        Lighten the restless emerald gulfs below;

And withered blossoms float, and silken webs,
        And pallid faces framed in wide-spread hair,
And bubble-globes that seethe with peacock hues,
        And jewelled hands, half-open, cold and fair.

Sea creatures move beneath: their swift sleek touch
       Begets sweet madness and unworthy fire—
Scaled women—triton-things, whose dark seal eyes
        Are hot and bloodshot with a man’s desire.

Their strange arms clasp: the sea-pulse in their veins
       Beats like the surf of the immortal sea—
Strong, glad and soulless: elemental joys
       Bathe with green flame the sinking soul of me.

Downward and down—to passionate purple looms,
        Athrill with thought-free, blurred, insatiate life,
Where the slow-throbbing sea-flow sways like weed
        Dim figures blended in an amorous strife—

I am enclasped, I sink; but the wave lifts,
        With all its freight of treasure and of death,
In sullen foamless yearning towards the height
        Where the star burns above the vapour-wreath;

And a deep sob goes up, and all the caves
        Are filled with mourning and a sorrow-sound.
The green fire fades: I rise: I see the star—
        Gone are the triton arms that clipped me round.

Hope beats like some lost bird against the cliff—
        The granite cliff above the burdened wave,
Whose fleeting riches are more desolate
        Than gems dust-mingled in a nameless grave . . .

When all the wordless thirsts of Time are slaked,
        And all Earth’s yearning hungers sweetly fed,
And the Sea’s grief is stilled, and the Wind’s cry,
        And Day and Night clasp on one glowing bed—

Oh! in that hour shall clay and flame be blent—
        Love find its perfect lover, breast on breast—
When dream and dreamer at the last are one,
        And joy is folded in the arms of jest.


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That's a pretty good show, although she ruined it by guessing all the plot twists.

Teensy spoiler for second season )

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correcting things people think they know about history, you'll soon learn that a perennial topic is "Yes, people drank water in Medieval Europe", followed closely by "They took baths too!" And yeah, they drank a lot of ale and wine... but people today drink a lot of alcohol too, and for much the same reason - we like it! Or if we don't like alcohol we like soda, or coffee, or tea.

People in the middle ages did understand that some water was safe to drink and some wasn't, and they went through considerable lengths to bring clean, potable water to their towns. Not that most of them lived in towns, but in this case, living further from town is a bonus. Less people = less poop.

(Also, while there are other waterborne illnesses, cholera in particular didn't leave India until the 1800s, well into the modern period. I'm not sure it even existed prior to 1817. Please stop telling me earnestly about Snow and cholera in London. Totally different time period, totally different situation, totally irrelevant.)

Anyway, this just popped up on my feed yet again today, and it suddenly sparked a question in my head:

If people supposedly didn't drink water because they didn't want to get sick, what did their animals drink? Surely nobody thinks that medieval peasants were giving their cows and pigs ale? Or do they think that non-human animals are so hardy that they aren't at risk of waterborne illness? Or maybe that people just didn't care if their animals died, like every sheep isn't wealth, or at least a source of food and wool?

(I'm willing to bet that nobody has an answer to this question, but that if I ever ask them, should it come up in the wild, they'll be annoyed at me!)

3 Good Things

Feb. 1st, 2026 06:46 pm
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1.) Yesterday we hosted an playreading brunch with a fun group of friends - may it be the first of many more! This time we did Tom Stoppard's "Arcadia".

I used to host regular playreading potluck dinner parties years and years ago when I lived in a co-op, and losing access to rooms of a size where 8+ people might cheerfully cram themselves on various chairs and couches and floor nooks with cushions was one of the griefs I carried with me from that co-op's breakup. I'm glad to be restarting now.

2.) Today I had the the mindblowing joy of seeing 'Noli Timere' ('be not afraid') at ArtsEmerson.

Calling it an aerial dance doesn't quite do it justice; you can see the local trailer here or read a great WBUR feature about it here. ("In a time defined by uncertainty and distance, this piece isn’t just about resisting the gravity that weighs on us, it’s about choosing to catch each other when we fall, to carry each other through the invisible webs that bind us.")

3.) We have had an entire week+ of snow on the ground, and a foot of it is still here!

This delights me for many reasons, not least that this means another year of the invading fire ants being killed before they can establish themselves. Every winter we get at least ten days in a row of freezing weather is a winter I heave a big sign of relief.

Why I Reject Fascism

Feb. 1st, 2026 11:58 am
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Fascism is a form of social cannibalism; it will eat us everywhere it takes root, and it cannot help our species long survive.

Fascism cannot fight climate change, because fascism will not admit limits to its control, not even self-evident limits imposed by basic properties of physics.

Fascism cannot save our children, because fascism is too busy eating them first. Fascism cannot save white people from their own fears of slave rebellions and economic overturns, because fascism will eat them too when fascism has finished eating the rest.

Everywhere fascism goes, it steals and gluts itself on the labor of the people it targets. It divides, and it eats, and it masturbates over its hollow assertions of power and purpose and ascendance.

Most human societies have strong taboos against cannibalism. The ones that don’t have equally strong limits on when it is socially appropriate, or they themselves don’t long survive.

Why do we allow cannibals to walk among us and openly pick their targets to maim and hurt and murder for their dinner tables?

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It is amazing how angry people get

Feb. 3rd, 2026 08:09 pm
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when all you say is "Listen, it's not true that you can't know how to pronounce an unfamiliar word by looking at it, there are rules that will work with a high degree of accuracy".

And every time, sooner or later somebody or other will condescend to tell me that if I'd only phrased it better, they would've listened to what I was saying. It's not the message, it's the way I said that that caused these people to think I was calling them stupid.

None of those people will ever give me the magically better words they think will remedy this problem, though I do ask every single time people suggest it to me, and honestly, I don't think there are any. I think the problem is that people don't want to hear the message at all. If you say "You ought to have been taught these rules in childhood" then they feel ashamed for not knowing something basic and obvious, and even if you don't say it but just mention that rules exist they feel stupid, and then either way they blame you for making them feel bad.

And since that's the case, I don't really see the need to trouble myself too much over my phrasing. Actually, bizarre as it is, I've found that trying harder to be bland and conciliatory is likely to make the situation worse.

But I may as well open it up to other people. Do you have the magic words?

(Note: I don't have any spelling or reading curriculum that are designed for self-study by adult learners who can already read and write pretty well but who struggle with spelling or sounding out unfamiliar words and claim to believe there is no method other than to guess or else memorize each word as an arbitrary collection of letters, which is most of the people I encounter in this situation because, of course, we're all posting online. However, if you're working with somebody to remediate spelling on a budget, I can recommend starting, if they have no signs of ADHD or dyslexia, with Spalding - making the modifications here - and/or Apples and Pears if they do, and then, if they still need help, moving on to Megawords. Those are highly scripted and, importantly - easy to buy on the cheap. I really don't love Spalding, I found it way too front-loaded for ADHD, plus Wanda Spalding had a lot of little personal peeves she built in if you don't use the modifications I suggested, but it's hands-down the cheapest Orton-Gillingham program you'll find for teaching reading and spelling together. Apples and Pears has an associated reading curriculum that probably also is good, but E only needed help in spelling, so I don't know.)
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I posted this on AO3 a little while ago, actually, but wanted it here, too!

Despite having increasingly felt "oh, so everything I've heard about how TOS Kirk/Spock was overblown by fandom was just brazen lies, though otherwise I think I might disagree with about 90% of the fandom at all times" as the show went on—and shipping them like crazy—one of the TOS relationships that I found most endearing (and also surprisingly persistent) was actually a platonic friendship. So, in a shocking twist here at Anghraine dot Dreamwidth dot org (>_>), my first posted TOS fic ended up being a ... gen brotp AU one-shot. I've written more of it, but I posted it as a one-shot because the rest would entail a much longer fic that needs to bake in the drawer for a lot more time.

title: the only ones who can do it
characters: Spock, Nyota Uhura, James Kirk; Dr. Piper
length: one-shot, 2k
stuff that happens: Uhura is the captain of the TOS five-year mission, but not because Spock and Kirk aren't there.
notes*: all of my TOS fic is only for TOS; part of why the show clicked so hard for me was that it felt fundamentally different from other ST I'd seen (the original movies, TNG, AOS etc) to the point that I couldn't reconcile them in my head, even when I like them.

“I’ve got a problem,” he announced. “In life sciences, that is, which makes it your problem, too. Starfleet’s transferred dozens of social scientists into the division for this huge exploration they’re sending us on. More archaeologists, xenoanthropologists, psychologists, you name it—a lot more. New people from all over.”

Spock felt very certain that from all over meant humans from various parts of Earth and perhaps some Terran colonies. He had never served on a vessel in which he was not the only alien, and even he owed his post to the impossibility of splitting him between human and Vulcan vessels. He would not have put it beyond the admiralty to try, had there been any possibility of success.

“Assigning an increased number of experts in the social sciences is entirely logical for this endeavor,” he informed Dr. Piper. “A five-year mission into primarily unfamiliar regions of deep space will benefit from their knowledge, and in all likelihood, advance their disciplines.”

Piper waved this aside. “Yes, yes, undoubtedly. The problem is that I’m not exactly a cat herder.”

“A cat herder,” Spock repeated. For the first time in a year, two months, and six days, his bafflement at the idiom was entirely sincere.

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