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I had a rough night and ran around less during the day than previously, but I did take a couple of pictures in the cold late afternoon.

We hoped for something more. )

Not having dreamed memorably for months, I was amused that last night I was apparently trying to compose a journal post describing a pre-dawn view of the river which presented itself as the Charles, although in waking life it is not crossed with any rope bridges that I know about, nor have I ever seen a market running down its banks to the water. Then I was distracted by discovering the existence of living root bridges. I had never seen anything like them in a non-secondary world. I love that they are not a historical technology.

some good things

May. 8th, 2026 09:35 pm
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One: the Greens now have five seats on my borough council, up from none. Brief further local politics. )

Two: we took ourselves out on a walk this evening; A spotted a deer, we followed it further into the trees, and spent a fun little while following deer (&c) paths through what looked like... they might perhaps once have been greenhouses on half-brick walls? but with proper big trees growing up through them now and zero evidence of any glass or metal frames or anything remaining! Had no idea that was all in there; hurrah for Tiny Explore :)

Three: I have got my bike baaaaaaasically back to working order (I might need to replace the rear brake cable, which is tedious, but braking is actually extant), and am looking forward to taking advantage of the increased mobility it provides!

Four: spent the afternoon inhaling the new Murderbot. That's definitely a Murderbot.

Five: more rye-caraway-poppy bread, including an end-of-loaf with my mother's fig jam and the fancy goats' cheese I got to have with asparagus yesterday. (The nice shop human warned me that it was best before the 11th, and was that okay? I explained that that Would Not Be A Problem. I am very much enjoying causing it to Not Be A Problem.)

Farm update

May. 8th, 2026 10:39 pm
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It's been insanely busy around here, mostly of course for E, who is setting up his market garden, but also for me, since I have consequently been taking most of the responsibility for the household vegetable beds. Have some photos!

Read more... )

Hype Burnout

May. 8th, 2026 11:09 am
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Rogan: while chatting with Mori, we realized that while we aren’t really good at what most people call fandom, when we’re into something, we STAY into it, often for five years or more. Read more... )

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May. 8th, 2026 02:20 pm
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crawls slowly into frame. hello. In April, I read.... one non-work book. I'm a copy/editor (linkedin voice: open for work!), so I was reading books, but I think they're under embargo, and furthermore, I didn't like most of them and wouldn't recommend them and also don't want to talk about them anyway, so. Wow. What a month. (linkedin voice: i wouldn't think that about YOUR books! context available upon request)

I did listen to some more music, though.

Emancipator, NMIXX, Kacey Musgraves & Aesop Rock )

Finally, around the winter holidays I started putting together a playlist of "instrumental-forward music to work to" for my dad. I just finally finished it and sent it over, and I used the occasion to relisten to several of the albums included.

Work's a bit more normal, so hoping to get going on the backlog of reviews this weekend! xoxo gossip girl
 

Behind Five Willows by June Hur

May. 8th, 2026 08:58 am
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Shin Haewon's family falls far short of haughty aristocrat Yu Seojun's very reasonable standards, as he is gracious enough to explain to Haewon. How cruel that fate compels extended proximity between Haewon and Seojun.

Behind Five Willows by June Hur

New Worlds: Public Transit

May. 8th, 2026 08:02 am
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It's possible, even in surprisingly ancient times, to have hugely sprawling cities -- but they're not quite the same type of sprawl we see today. The reason is simple: how are you going to get around?

A city that is a mile or so across can be traversed on foot in half an hour, give or take, depending on how fast the individual in question walks and how much traffic and crowding get in their way. Two miles, you can cross it in an hour, or get from the periphery to the center in half an hour. And when you look at historical cities in places like Europe, you frequently find that's about how big they are. One to four square miles is a manageable size.

Cities with a larger footprint did exist, but they require you to change what you imagine when you think "city." It's more like the agrarian version of suburban sprawl -- and, as Annalee Newitz mentions in Four Lost Cities when discussing Angkor, there's some reason to think that pre-modern urbanism in tropical areas simply looks different than it does in temperate zones, due to differences in agriculture. Lidar surveys indicate that Angkor may have covered three hundred and ninety square miles! But that's not a thousand square kilometers of densely packed buildings surrounded by a wall; that's a complex patchwork of fields, houses, temples, and markets, connected by the complex works of irrigation infrastructure that were necessary to maintain it all.

That infrastructure points us toward one possible solution for getting around an enormous city: go by water. I've mentioned before that water transport is often more efficient than land until you get motorized options . . . but when it comes to cities, that's far from a perfect answer.

See, odds are good that you'll be more reliant on muscle power to move the boat, with a paddle, oars, or pole, rather than being able to benefit from natural forces. A river's current will carry you downstream just fine -- but going home? Now you have to fight that force. (Unless the river is tidal in that reach, but then you're constrained to the timing of tides.) And within an urban context, you have much less space to maneuver about with wind. Don't get me wrong; water is still often better. One or two people can operate a boat full of produce brought in from an outlying field, as opposed to needing to wrangle a draft animal for a cart or being limited to what they can carry on their own backs. But it's not as dramatic of an improvement as being able to sail an entire ship or barge hundreds of miles for long-distance transport.

I'm talking about produce because that's going to be the most common reason people in a large city need to move around. (Other goods, too, but food is the first ten items on the list of "what needs to be transported in or the city dies." Water pretty much has to be there already or the city is dead to begin with.) Commuting of the sort that's a dreary feature of daily life for many people in modern times was vastly less common in the past, because most people lived at or very near their places of work, i.e. within walking distance.

This starts to change with the Industrial Revolution -- but not because we got motorized transport, not right away. Instead you started having factories that employed huge numbers of people in a very small area, and while some of them had associated lodgings nearby, the explosion of urban populations as people came thronging there for work meant that density became horrifically unmanageable. Cities had to spread outward, and somebody had to come up with a way to move people around faster.

Early on, the answer to this was the horse-drawn omnibus. (Which is where we get the word "bus" from; in older works, you see an apostrophe marking the bit we dropped, as 'bus.) They were essentially the same idea as the hired coaches between cities, just repurposed for urban use and focused far more on moving passengers than luggage. They also didn't require buying a ticket in advance, instead having the kind of hop-on, hop-off service we're used to nowadays. As the nineteenth century progressed, many of them became double-decker buses, with passengers sitting on the roof as well as inside the carriage -- though the top was usually only for men, as women would have more difficulty climbing the ladder in their dresses, and be exposing themselves to up-skirt ogling besides.

The earliest attempt at this was in the seventeenth century . . . so does that mean it could exist in any era? Perhaps, but I suspect the answer is that it's unlikely. The challenge of the omnibus is making it sturdy and stable enough not to be a hazard to its passengers -- at least, by the lax safety standards of the Victorian era -- and also making the service profitable. Industrialization meant it was easier to produce steel for things like braces and wheel rims, and the sheer scale of demand for transportation allowed for entire networks of routes, rather than just one line that might or might not see enough use. Earlier eras are not going to offer the same favorable conditions.

Of course, we didn't stop at horsebuses. Laying down metal rails in the street greatly increased the amount of weight the horses could pull (and gave passengers a smoother ride to boot); then we got engines that could move the trams in place of the horses; then we realized we could put the trams underground, where traffic wouldn't slow them down, and we were off to the races with subways. Meanwhile, motorized water transport made regular large-scale ferry services possible, without having to worry as much about the vagaries of current, wind, or tide.

Expanding public transit made it easier to expand cities, because now people could live farther away from the noise and the stench, without spending half their day getting to work and the other half getting home again. Even now, though, it can often be an imperfect solution, because not all areas are equally served. If you look at a map of the London Underground, you'll see that while the north side of the Thames has an abundance of lines, the southern bank -- where there are fewer elites and important institutions -- has vastly less. It isn't always the case, though, that elite = access; where I live, in the San Francisco Bay Area, the residents of wealthy Marin County to the north consistently oppose efforts to extend public transit up to their neighborhoods, because then the hoi polloi could get there more easily.

I should note in closing that public transit is not always mass transit. Our modern taxis and pedicabs are the descendants of horse-drawn hackney carriages and human-carried sedan chairs for hire, both of which became common long before we had omnibuses running regular services for large numbers of people. Those more individualized options really only require enough urban density for profit, and enough people with the money to pay for them -- you're not likely to see them hanging around slums waiting for passengers. (Even today, it can be notoriously difficult to get a taxi in a bad part of town.)

And, as usual, speculative fiction throws a few wrinkles into the mix! Science fiction often includes mass transit, because most of it assumes both the technology for such a thing and populations on a scale to make it necessary. Fantasy, by contrast, often leaves it out -- but it doesn't have to! Depending on how magic works, you could have self-propelled vehicles, animated constructs pulling them, even regular flying carpet service from the suburbs to the urban core . . . or no magic at all, beyond the straightforward ingenuity of past invention.

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Out in space, coast to coast

May. 7th, 2026 11:41 pm
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Leaving the jewelry store this afternoon with a couple of options for repairing the clasp on my necklace which has finally broken down beyond my abilities with needle-nose pliers, I got back into the car just in time to catch an interview with a geophysicist that not only tipped me off to the 1859 Carrington Event which sounds like the science fiction of its day with its spark-throwing wireless sets and tropically lapped auroras and telegraphers communicating through atmospheric influence alone, it introduced me to the Pangaean block of the Piedmont Resistor which seems to lie beneath most of the Eastern Seaboard, just one more piece of deep—two hundred million years down to the mantle—strangeness underfoot. I may never have heard of the United States Magnetotelluric Array and I understand its utility to the fragile electrical grids we have made to stand between the crochets of solar flares and the conductivity of the earth, but in a country that preserved any care for knowledge its map of melted, sutured, fractured time would be its own payoff. I love how much is banked and shifting beneath the surfaces we interact with, from earth and sea to the structures of the universe. I have missed so many meteor showers this year.

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May. 7th, 2026 10:18 pm
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My new air purifier is excellent. Lovely white noise and, I assume,  lovely clean air. Must still vacuum the bedroom sometime because even with furnace filters, dust comes up the heat vents. Which are still in use with our lows of 5C/ 40F.

I wasn't going to go on with the new 100  Demons but I started on the first story, every bit as confusing as the start of the new Murderbot except with Ima Ichiko one expects to be confused, but then it went into one of her trademark 'something is very off here but no one in the story seems to notice' and I had to go on. It had an Arthur C Clarke moment--if it was Clarke-- where our protags are going up flight after flight of stairs and ending up at lower and lower levels of the building, so they decide 'you go up and I'll go down and if one of us finds the main floor, yell.' So Ritsu is going down in the dark and he hears footsteps coming up towards him and it's his companion, whose up has taken them down again. 'We must be dead and thos is Hell!' So of course I had to finish it, even if a whole bunch of things weren't explained to my satisfaction, including the Moebius staircase which actually exists in a real building. Which presumably intersects the Twilight Zone.

Meanwhile someone in my S'pore gangster novel has been kidnapped and to torture her the baddies douse her in cold water and bump the AC up high so she suffers. 'She had never been cold before,' says the author, a state which qualifies as hellish to this Canuck. Cold water or no, I doubt any AC can get anywhere under 15 or 16C; its not like you've been dumped in a snowbank.
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Since my last update in War and Peace (yesterday), I'm back to The Great Comet of 1812 territory with the scene that's the source for "No One Else"— interestingly, it's Natasha's song in the musical but Andrei's experience in the book, after seeing Natasha for the first time while visiting the Rostovs on business and feeling the first stirrings that life might be worth actually living again, post-Austerlitz and post-Lise: First time I heard your voice / Moonlight burst into the room vs.

As soon as he opened the shutters the moonlight, as if it had long been watching for this, burst into the room. He opened the casement. The night was fresh, bright, and very still. . . .

His room was on the first floor. Those in the rooms above were also awake. He heard female voices overhead.

"Just once more," said a girlish voice above him which Prince Andrei recognized at once.

(On the other hand, the lyric I feel like putting my arms around my knees / and squeezing tight as possible / And flying away is an almost verbatim quote from Natasha, and the differences might only be in translation.)

I also forgot to mention that I've turned back to China Miéville's Three Moments of an Explosion, a collection of short stories that mostly take either a frog-in-boiling-water approach—you'll start out reading about a couple on vacation, or a therapist who's kind of unhealthily overinvested in one of her patients but in a normal way, and then halfway through it slips into folk horror, or a world where therapists are also assassins ("Sometimes the externalized trauma-vectors in dysfunctional interpersonal codependent psychodynamics are powerful enough that more robust therapeutic intervention is necessary"); I very nearly laughed out loud on the metro at the latter twist— or a peeling-the-onion one, where it starts out in a world that is overtly not our own and the parameters reveal themselves, slowly, as you keep reading. ... ) I'm a little over halfway through, although I did end up skipping one story after very quickly realizing that it was not a flavor of horror I had the stomach to read.
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The Big Soup: Growing up Autistic is a graphic memoir on Kickstarter that’s 92% funded, but with only a few hours to go

Red Flower is a manga-style project on BackerKit that’s only 50% funded, and with less than a week to go. From a small publisher that lost most of their original print run to the Diamond bankruptcy, so they really need community support right now

If you’re looking for new comics to check out, maybe throw them some money?

Over on DW:

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some good things

May. 7th, 2026 11:37 pm
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One: bread/avocado/scramble breakfast exactly as good as I had been looking forward to, with bonus realisation that we currently have some plum jam open so I got to finish with the rye-caraway-poppy (still mostly white wheat but those were the flavours) + butter + plum jam and this, too, was magnificent. (Bonus food excellence: ASPARAGUS that is now in season; some brownie bar + strawberries.)

Two: gym!!! I made the decision that the traffic was awful enough that buses would be a bad idea so I got bonus admiration of some excellent front gardens I have been otherwise oblivious to, and also observed More Coot Eggs.

Three: Murderbot is apparently managing to occupy a sweet spot in terms of complexity and degree of emotional engagement that means I'm actually managing to read the new one. (Bookshop.org very much does NOT have the ebook in the UK store so I even don't feel bad that I forgot it existed until after I'd given Kobo money.)

Four: post-therapy treat was Completing The Speedrun Achievement for the arcane library game, thereby sorting me out with All achievements, so I am now probably ready to contentedly move on.

Five: spent a chunk of the evening removing labels from the Child's clothing, and it is very very nice to know that his life will be materially improved as a result.

What fascinating timing

May. 7th, 2026 05:38 pm
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Free League Announces Legends of Stormbringer RPG Based On Dragonbane Mechanics

Elric returns to the tabletop in an officially licensed RPG powered by the award-winning Dragonbane system
Hello!

Today, we are thrilled to announce Legends of Stormbringer, a new officially licensed tabletop roleplaying game based on the iconic fantasy works of Michael Moorcock, planned for release in 2027.

Legends of Stormbringer will carry you into the Young Kingdoms – a world of dying empires, warring gods, and doomed heroes – and bring Moorcock’s richly imagined setting to the tabletop using rules mechanics based on our award-winning Dragonbane RPG. The game will feature the same accessible, dynamic, and deadly approach that has made Dragonbane one of our most celebrated titles.

Returning to the Young Kingdoms as setting writer is Richard Watts, whose work on previous Stormbringer RPGs helped define how generations of roleplayers have experienced Moorcock’s world.

“This has been in the works for several months and we’re thrilled to finally share the news,” said Tomas Härenstam, CEO of Free League Publishing. “We are honored to bring Elric and the Young Kingdoms to the tabletop once more.”

Further details – including crowdfunding plans and additional creative team announcements – will be revealed at a later date.


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Goodman Games secures official Elric of Melniboné license for 2027 release

Building 903, by Lois Lowry (DNF)

May. 7th, 2026 12:17 pm
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An advance copy of a new book by Lois Lowry, author of The Giver and other classics. It is unfortunately basically the bad version of The Giver. In fact what it mostly reminded me of was [personal profile] telophase's YA dystopia generator, which produces gems like Tweak: Sickness has been banned and the government controls shopping and Whimper: Cats have been banned and the government controls dancing the hustle. In the case of Building 903, books have been banned and the government controls popsicles. Yes, really.

In a future America ruled by a 200 year old dictator, books (ALL books), fiction, art, music, storytelling, playgrounds, live pets (robot pets are OK), free elections, religion, tattoos, matches and other fire-making tools, congregating in groups, iconoclastic clothing, travel, and eating meat or fish are banned. Old people, marriage, and popsicles are controlled by the government. Yes, really.

She leaned over, pushed the button that dispensed a frozen snack, and made a face when she saw it was green; she liked the orange ones better. But she peeled the covering from the green one and licked at it. I bet anything, Tessa thought, I could get Dad to invent a selector button so they wouldn't come out at random; I could choose orange. Or red: the red ones aren't bad. Then, though, the green ones would pile up, and it would be wasteful, I suppose, because no one would ever eat them.

To be fair, I'm just assuming the frozen snacks are popsicles. For all I know she's licking a piece of frozen broccoli.

Tessa's father and twin brother are supergeniuses. Tessa and her mother are just average. I did not care for this. Anyway, Tessa's brother vanishes and the book goes on and on and ON with nothing much happening. I skipped to the end.

Read more... )

a random MSW observation

May. 7th, 2026 12:25 pm
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One of the great things about Murder She Wrote is all of the actors doing terrible Maine accents. It never fails to amuse.
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I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

--From "Song of Wandering Aengus," W.B. Yeats


I went out with my tutor, her dad, and her older brother through the flooded forest so they could show me fishing, and it was exactly like in "The Song of Wandering Aengus." My tutor's brother had a piece of line tied to a stick, with a little hook attached. "Over here, look at all the berries here; the fish will love this spot, they love these berries," their dad said excitedly.

And her brother put a berry on his hook, threw it in the water, and came up with a fish. One, two, three times he did it, one, two, three times he caught a little fish.



So many berries for the fish, so many fish for people fishing.

Centipede Perfume
So much everything all the time, pressing on your senses all the time--this is what I love here.

I divided my time between my tutor and her family and my friends the guide couple and their family. With them I visited a nature reserve on the island of Santa Rosa, in Peru. At one point we were walking a forest path, and the wife, L, was showing me all the centipedes on the ground, quite large. She could sex them!

"This one's a male," she said. "See? Here's its member." Sure enough, there it was!

"Do you want to hold it?" she asked.

"Sure!" So I held out my hand. It crawled near my hand ... then veered away. We tried again. It approached... then moved away, back to her hand.

Then I remembered I had bug spray on. The centipede must not have liked the bug spray. That's what you get for wandering around an environment doused in poison! Smart centipede.

Most of the centipedes we saw she determined were males, but finally she found a female one. "They have a nice smell," she said, after setting it down. She held out her hand, and sure enough, it had a beautiful citrusy smell to it!

I tried to find what species of centipede this was, afterward, but there are something like 700 species of centipede in the area, and the internet is eager to recommend to me the giant Amazonian centipede, but these guys were big but not THAT big, and the color wasn't quite right. And then I looked for fragrant centipedes, and instead found some American millipedes who have a scent like almonds because they're poisonous. So... similar but not the same.

Roots
There were some beautiful, largish, red-brown seeds on the ground. I picked one up, and underneath it had split and a root was pushing out. I picked up another: same. And another: same. These seeds were wasting no time getting started.

Where I live in western Massachusetts, in fall, you get acorns and hickory nuts. But they don't put out roots until the following spring ... Things that move slow in my cool zone move fast in the Amazon.

I only have a drawing, no photo
drawing from my journal

This reminds me of a story I heard the other day about soil forming high in the canopy in temperate rainforests in the Pacific Northwest. Up to a foot of soil, from mosses and things growing on the branches, decaying, new stuff growing, decaying, building up. A soil scientist was looking at what was growing up in that aerial soil, and found some roots that... connected back to the hosting tree. It turns out that that new soil is very rich in nitrogen and phosphorus, and especially in spring, when all the terrestrial plants are competing for the nutrients in the ground, this extra soil, high up in the canopy, is a good vitamin boost for the tree. Marvelous. (Link to the transcript.)

Book Recommendation
Usurpation, by Sue Burke )
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Humans discover ancient and extremely enigmatic alien relics around the Solar System. On inventing plot-enabling As Fast As Light starships (PEAFAL), humans determine pretty much any system old enough has relics from the Whoever They Were (WTW). The WTW showeed up in the early Proterozoic, did their thing for 300 million years--although not on Earth, as far as anyoe can tell--and then vanished seemingly overnight for reasons that at as yet unclear.

They seem to have been interested in smaller terrestrial worlds, many of which now have life forms whose last common ancestor was six billion years ago. So probably they were xenoforming worlds? But apparently only barren worlds, for some reason. Also, if they used the PEAFAL drive, there's absolutely no evidence of it.

Age is one reason why the WTW are very enigmatic. 2.5 billion years of radiation and micrometeorites has turned all their artificial stuff into scrap. Sometimes, into subtle chemical traces in regolith. Nobody has ever reverse-engineered WTW relics into something novel to us. In fact, nobody is sure what the WTW even looked like (there are a couple of candidate remains of things that might have had big brain analogues). So, they make a nice Rorschach test for scientists to project their issues onto.

Added later:

Opinions on the WTW vary from "they were nigh-gods" to "they weren't actually intelligent at all" to "they are a Satanic plot."

PEAFAL ships interact with the interstellar medium (ISM) in ways that piss off astronomers specializing in the ISM. PEAFAL wakes could be detected at galactic distance but no non-human wakes are visible. The deal with the ISM means the longer the journey, the more likely it terminates in an energetic event somewhere in deep space. Effectively, this means there's a 1% chance per light year traversed of an unplanned terminal energetic event, which can be reduced somewhat by sending ships in pairs: one (presumably automated) trail blazer and one survivor. This is just annoying for robot probes but is an inhibiting factor for crewed starship recruitment.

PEAFAL ships are sufficiently expensive nobody builds huge ones. As well, nobody knows how to make closed cycle life support systems (LSS): the longest anyone has gone before an isolated ISS fell over and died is 20 years. Efforts to establish colonies on other planets have been very educational.
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I don't want to make any claims for stamina in case tomorrow when I have an appointment I can't leave the house, but for months it has reliably exhausted me to walk around my own neighborhood and after two days out and about I did spend most of this one curled up, but I also left the house in the midafternoon to acquire a plate of baba dip from Noor because I was jonesing for eggplant and later walked back out on a fish-oriented supermarket run in the thickening rain. I stayed an extra hour at my desk because Hestia was in full Llyan mode, swattily objecting when I ceased from petting her as she purred like a turbine underneath the mermaid lamp. The evening's bedmaking was similarly delayed by her commandeering of the clean laundry with her precise and possessively kneading small paws. It does feel like a change that I am not utterly wiped out by household chores. Now if my brain would just decide to rejoin the party. In that vague direction, I am continuing to enjoy Apple TV's Widow's Bay (2026–) which delighted me beyond measure this week not even by featuring a sea hag who explodes when spear-gunned into tide-flat brine—I treasured a Magic card along those lines—but by having shot a scene at Half Moon Beach in Gloucester. I recognized it from its boulders of Cape Ann granite: I have climbed over their tectonic jumble and dozed on them and been photographed on them by [personal profile] spatch, the sticky basement rock of my local microcontinent. I am not used to fictitious islands confected out of coasts I know. It makes me want to visit them. In the meantime I read about the doused and sunken chain of the New England Seamounts.

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