O17, "We Shall Not Be Moved"

Sep. 19th, 2017 10:46 am
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Last night, I visited the Wilma Theater for the first time to see the world premiere opera "We Shall Not Be Moved," which focuses on the violence that comes of racism, poverty, guns, and bigotry. It was intense, as you might imagine. It did not end well for anyone, though the ending is not entirely without hope. If you squint. I did not feel depressed afterward, perhaps because I had experienced all this as really good art and art uplifts. That sounds weird, but it's true.

Those of you in NYC, the show is going to be at the Apollo, and tickets go on sale next week, I believe.

There are two primary, opposing points of view: a Latina cop, and a group of teenagers on the run, looking for solutions through cryptic messages from the past (dancers in white sweats, notes dropped on the floor of an abandoned house). There are shootings. There's a school closing. There's a plot twist which I guessed pretty quickly but was still dramatically effective. There was a lot of really good singing and dancing, but not as much spoken word as I'd expected.

I'm not sure how I feel about a male countertenor (John Holiday) playing a trans boy, but damn was he a good singer. The bass (Aubrey Allicock) was also particularly fine, I felt (I have a weakness for basses, so caveat emptor). The bass did most of his second act singing while lying on the floor or propped in someone's arms, which was impressive.

I most loved the choral singing by the entire cast, as you might expect if you know me. My favorite solo was at the end, sung by one of the female dancers - I want to hear that piece again, several times; it was mesmerizing.

Music by Daniel Bernard Roumain, libretto by Marc Bamuthi Joseph, choreography by Raphael Xavier and Bill T. Jones, directed by Bill T. Jones.

Presskit.

PhillyVoice article.

I got home about 11:30 pm, then had to shower and wind down, so I am pretty draggy at dayjob today. Our first choir rehearsal of the season is tonight, 7-9 pm. *blinks*

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Sep. 18th, 2017 10:39 pm
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Yesterday I went into Box Springs again. There's a fence between Box Springs and Islander Park on Linden, the wall of which is the pipe through which I usually scootch. But this time I wanted to see if I could find the other end of the fence which the Metrolink put up which cuts off easy access from Big Springs Road to the "C" trail. It took me a while, but eventually I found a trail that winds out near the intersection of Watkins and Mount Vernon, right into the parking lot of the Riverside STEM Academy, which I hadn't even realized was a thing.

I was pretty pooped afterwards though. I meant to go back out to do a raid after lunch, but thought I'd lay down for a twenty minute nap which turned into two and a half hours. Ooops.

What I did get started on which was semi-productive was fixing up my jeans. The smallest pair of jeans from several years ago (probably when I first moved here) fit, but it had gaping holes in the inner thigh area (as one does). It was really comfy and I didn't feel like giving it up, so I basically double-patched it: inside and outside. That's some reinforcement in the places which get the most friction, and hopefully this will hold up. I think it'll work out well.

Today I spent puzzling out how to alter my jacket sleeves. I think I undid my stitches on the left sleeve about 8 times trying to make it lay down right. Finally I gave up on the idea of it looking perfect, since it's not going to be visible anyway, and having it so the outer layer lay down okay. I think I did all right. I'm actually not entirely sure where the sleeve should end, but when my arm is relaxed at the side, the sleeve comes up to the wrist, which I think looks professional.

I got frustrated about halfway through, and went out for lunch to Pho Vinam. I think I ate too much, though. I probably didn't need to eat half the meat on the plate, and should have just tried for a third instead. I was yawning the rest of the day, and had to lay down for a while, but I otherwise persevered, and I now have proper jacket sleeves. The right sleeve took about 5 tries. SIGH. On the bright side, I think I can say that my slip stitch is improving.

I dug around my fabric stash looking for jeans material, which I could have SWORN I had somewhere, because I wanted to patch the other two pairs of old jeans (they don't fit well, but they can't be easily pulled off my hips either). I decided to use some fancy embroidered scrap to patch the inner thighs of one of my jeans instead. I feel they're fairly visible to anybody staring at my butt, but maybe this will give me manic pixie dream girl vibes.

I'm still not caught up with Night Vale (which I can only listen to when my hands are otherwise occupied by crafts) and frankly I should really vacuum my bedroom.

Tomorrow if I wake up early enough, I'll definitely try for another 5k walk. The mornings have been amazingly foggy so I don't want to lose that opportunity.

I did, however, find the book in which I had started re-writing my steampunk romance novel, so I'm gonna see what I can puzzle out of it tomorrow. Maybe I'll go downtown and do some writing? At least least get re-acquainted with this second draft of the novel.

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Sep. 18th, 2017 08:22 pm
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Thought for the evening:

I know that Luke Cage won't really be behind the bar at Vazac's when I walk by, but I can't help looking, anyway.
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Silent movies are my jam. So I really, really loved the production of Mozart's "The Magic Flute" I saw Friday night.

The stage background is plain white with doors at two levels. The upper doors open to reveal small platforms and/or stools, on which the singers stand (yes, they had safety belts). Animation was projected onto the background, and the singers interacted with it. Everything was in a very 1920s style, with touches of steampunk. The singers wore white silent film-style makeup. Spoken lines were replaced with intertitles (in the appropriate font, even!).

The best part was The Queen of the Night. The singer wore a tall headdress and makeup with a plain shift that concealed the rest of her body. Projections made her appear as a giant spider, the size of the entire background, prone to stabbing at Tamino with her stabby legs while he dashed out of reach. I also loved Papageno's animated black cat.

One update I really appreciated was that Monostatos, molestor of Pamina and chief of the slaves (this enlightened country has slaves?) was originally described as "a blackamoor." In this production, the tenor is instead costumed as Nosferatu, who leads a pack of wolves. Not only was it less skeevy, but it fit the theme.

A great start to my experience of the O17 festival, and the only non-premiere I'm attending. Tonight is "We Shall Not Be Moved," which will be very, very different from the Mozart.

Review at Bachtrack.

Broad Street Review.

Trick or Treat Exchange Letter, 2017

Sep. 17th, 2017 10:57 pm
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Hello, my dear Trick-or-Treat writer or artist!

First, thank you for signing up and for writing or drawing something for me! Before anything else, I want you to know that whatever you make, I'll be delighted to receive it. (This is also true for anyone kind enough to treat me!) I'm open to all ratings, all genres, all verb tenses and narrative persons, most kinks, and all art styles. While I love creepy and uncanny stories, as well as sad or bittersweet, I also happily devour sweet treats. If you play to your strengths and write or draw something that you enjoy creating, I guarantee that I'll love it. =D

If you're curious about what I've written or drawn, my fics can be found here on AO3, and my art can be found here on Tumblr.

Quick note on my prompting style: I threw a lot of different possible prompts into each request, but these are only suggestions to get you started if you're having trouble thinking of an idea. They're also intended as 'or' suggestions, not 'and' suggestions--I definitely don't need you to fulfill all or even any of the requests! If your muse tugs you in a different direction, follow your muse. (But be wary, as the witching season approaches. My muse has often been a foxfire mistress, in the past, and has led me into many an impassable swamp.)

Below, in addition to the prompts, I'll give you a few notes on what I love about the fandom and the characters I've chosen. It's wonderful if those notes inspire you, but if not, please focus on what you love about the fandom and characters.

Do Not Want: The only thing that I'd prefer you NOT write me is dubious or coerced consent (e.g., 'I didn't hear a no' or 'That "no" didn't sound very convincing'). I do not enjoy reading dubious or coerced consent, and I'd prefer not to have it in what you create for me. If you're drawing sexy fanart, I'd prefer for everyone involved to look like they're having a good time.

Craft Sequence - Max Gladstone )

Kalevala - Elias Lönnrot )

The Penumbra Podcast )

Original Work )

Again, thank you so much for writing or drawing for me!

-- Gil

Side note: Love to you, my Trick-or-Treat writer or artist!
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At least it is here in these Northeastern United States. You may recall from previous adventures that this home is fuckin' full of arachnids. Do not fear, there will be no photos in this post. I am cutting it ANYWAY. )

So...yeah. I have used up all my tolerance. I have nearly dropped two writers from my reading circle over uncut spider photos. I am back to alternately Staring at everything in an obnoxiously hypervigilant fashion or carefully not looking at Anything, because I think if I find another fucking spider Where There Must Not Be A Fucking Spider I will lose my last shit, punch everyone, kick all the tables over, set shit on fire, grab my rum and move to the gods-fucking-damned Moon, where I will drink rum and give Earth the fucking finger for the next decade, until some grizzled old Earthling Commander informs me that I have to come back and destroy a gang of evil terrorist spiders because apparently I am the only one who draws them out.

Fuck you, spiders.

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Sep. 17th, 2017 12:24 am
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This morning around 9am, it was nice and cloudy, so I went for a long walk up Blaine, into Box Springs, and then into the pipe connecting Box Springs park to the Islander park. I'm sure there has to be an easier way around but I couldn't be bothered. It was nice, though.

Then I got home and, uh, slept. I mean, I had lunch, but then slept. I meant to sleep an hour? But instead of waking up at 2, I woke up at 4.30 =/ I frittered the rest of the day away, until I decided to clear my desk a little and do some sewing. I wanted to alter the sleeves of my new jacket, but realized I didn't know how, so I decided to work on something else which I'll wear more immediately.

I had three pairs of jeans which I'd grown too big for laying around. Two of them have already been taken to the seamstress back home for patching, and the smallest pair just... has a couple of giant holes that I couldn't even begin to fix. I patched this smallest pair tonight. It, uh, sits. Snugly. The other two pairs also fit but not as snugly.

Which means my current pair of jeans, which I've been holding up with a belt, is just too big. I can pull it off my hips without the belt. So. Sigh.

Which ALSO means that upon fitting, my only dress pants also fall off my hips pretty easily, which means I have no pocketed dress pants for teaching =/

I generally try not to hang onto old clothes very much unless they're very unique pieces. Not since leaving Halifax, whereupon I discovered I had pants from the size 0 to 14, in the same closet. I can now fit into some older clothes, which is nice, I guess? Like a really goth jacket, and one of my first sweaters (which has since been designated the sweater upon which I sew patches). But also means I have to go replace some perfectly good clothing.

I have very mixed feelings about the whole thing.

Also, I found a small nick on an inner piece of my sewing machine, which I'm sure is responsible for the top thread fraying on me despite using a new needles. So I've got to find a Singer machine maintenance place somewhere in Riverside so I can get that attended to. It's past time for servicing the machine anyway!
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More bad news, so I'm indulging in wine and escapism via fic.

Stone & Fen/pre-Z-Corp (reboot 'verse): "Davy Meets The DisOrganization Pt 1" - Stone, Adavidarian, various members of The DisOrganisation. [community profile] origfic_bingo prompt: Adventures. 544 wds. Gen.

Context: It is 1979 and Stone had previously agreed to do a job for Mark because he's bored and misses his old life (just not enough to go back to it), teenage pre-Z-Corp Adavidarian (Davy) wants to know what they're doing but his big brother has already said he's not to be involved and Stone likes living, despite all evidence to the contrary. Davy is determined to pry it out of him regardless and has, as literally nobody is shocked to discover, resorted to becoming annoyingly stalkery about it because adolescent faery humanoid dragon-boys are not known for their social skills even when they don't happen to be the legendary Aggirach.

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Am alternating back and forth between the [community profile] origfic_bingo card and the [community profile] ladiesbingo card. Hopefully there's not too much evidence of the ongoing battle with words and lack of experience with these particular characters.

Stone & Fen/Indirect Force: "The Investigator" - Lindy Hop, Soloni, mentions of Luce. [community profile] ladiesbingo prompt: Early Morning. 1903 wds. Flashback fic of reboot character. Completely Gen.

Summary/Context: Aliases are a complex matter for sidhe. Back in 1971, Indagatrix (Investigator) Lindy Hop has a chat with Soloni right before leaving Faerie for a historic UC mission involving a long-term stay in an industrialized city in the human world in order to track a particularly persistent and frustrating rumor of a sidhe unsub involved with Organized Crime (think federal levels of deep undercover work, but at the International Space Station, if the ISS was a city. Or the Mars, for that matter.). Soloni previously appeared in Random Exercises Featuring The Indirect Use of Force: The Lady Liar. When she not playing the grifter in a faery Leverage team, she is a high-ranking operative of the Sgathan, the Rian's shadowy, mirror-wielding left hand.

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It's Opera All the Way Down

Sep. 15th, 2017 08:42 am
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Time for the O17 Festival! I am not going to everything, but I'm going to a lot.

Tonight: The Magic Flute - The innovative production from Komische Oper Berlin presents Mozart's The Magic Flute in a style that evokes a meeting between 1920s silent movies and David Lynch, with the singers performing amidst fanciful animated projections. Also, the women in the chorus get to be in drag for part of it, complete with top hats and beards, which I know because all my buddies were posting pictures of their makeup on The Book of Faces.

Monday, 9/18: We Shall Not Be Moved, world premiere - Acclaimed composer Daniel Bernard Roumain and librettist Marc Bamuthi Joseph team up with legendary director Bill T. Jones to present the World Premiere of We Shall Not Be Moved, a genre-defying chamber opera combining spoken word, contemporary movement, video projection, classical, R&B and jazz singing, and a brooding, often joyful score filled with place, purpose, and possibility. This is the one related to the In/Sung event I went to last Saturday.

Thursday, 9/21: Elizabeth Cree, world premiere - Composer Kevin Puts and librettist Mark Campbell, the team behind 2012’s Pulitzer Prize-winning Silent Night, return to Opera Philadelphia for the World Premiere of a chamber opera based on Peter Ackroyd’s novel, The Trial of Elizabeth Cree. One of my choir friends has a small named part.

Sunday, 9/24: Wake World, world premiere - Opera Philadelphia Composer in Residence David Hertzberg transforms the renowned Barnes Foundation with the World Premiere of The Wake World, a site-specific, one-act opera inspired by Dr. Albert C. Barnes’s famed collection and the works of mystical 19th century British poet Aleister Crowley. This one has a lot of cool chorus work.

I also slide in a Saturday day trip to NYC to see the premiere of Brown Girl Begins, a movie from the first part of Nalo Hopkinson's Brown Girl in the Ring.

See you all on the other side.

Goodbye Cassini

Sep. 15th, 2017 09:41 am
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Cassini has completed its mission at Saturn. As predicted, the spacecraft lost contact with Earth at 4:55 a.m. PDT (7:55 a.m. EDT).

Cassini was launched back in '97 (I was in college); it was the first spacecraft to enter Saturn's orbit back in 2004 (We'd moved back to Jersey from Sacramento and Mousie started school).

Back in April, Cassini provided one of my new favorite space images--Earth as a bright little dot between Saturn's rings.

There was one taken in July that they processed as a natural color image and it is spectacular (and if I can locate one without the annoying intrusive "we are here" arrow it will be my new desktop).

There are certainly more spectacular, rare and dramatic finds in Cassini's photo gallery, but that's what struck me on a particularly rough day, and the images lingered in my imagination after.

Cassini lacked the power to return, and there were concerns of it crashing into and contaminating either one or more of Saturn's moons (which might possibly have conditions that could support life) and/or damaging Saturn's delicate ring system, so the safest and most reasonable solution was to let the craft burn up in Saturn's atmosphere. So long Cassini, and thanks for all the pics.

[edit: The original sans arrow is in the photo journal, but it's not a good format for desktop, unfortunately. It might work for my Nook tho.]

Accomplishments This Week

Sep. 14th, 2017 02:25 pm
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1. No gym on Friday, because I'm going to see "The Magic Flute," so I made sure to do both weight-bearing and cardio last night.

For weight-bearing, I did sets of twelve pushups and lunges and tried a new thing for my back muscles, which was pulling myself on a mat using my forearms. I did some ab stuff as well, though not as much as I'd planned. For cardio, I did intervals on a bike as well as trying out the new "Jacob's Ladder" climber machine; I didn't go very fast or very long, but twice got my heart rate up high. I plan to try that machine again.

2. Today, I got a flu shot, and my arm already hurts.

3. I paid my choir dues. Rehearsals start on Tuesday.

4. I bought four concert tickets for Tempesta di Mare, all for 2018.

5. I got a haircut.
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Beware, I've got 2 bingo cards and I know how to use them. Responses will take any form that I feel like giving, whether it's visual or writing or worldbuilding or something else.

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Stone & Fen: "Lèse-majesté" - Stone, Fen, Slit, The DisOrganization. [community profile] origfic_bingo prompt: Beauty.

1647 words of Stone being as real as he'll likely ever get re: his appearance and choices relating thereof--at least where he was mentally when he first went punk (okay most of the words are about that; there are tangents because Stone).

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Wednesday Reading

Sep. 13th, 2017 08:41 am
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A chunk of last week's reading time was taken up by my review book, but I also have some fanfiction recs!

Beyond Belief by thingswithwings crosses over Agent Carter with Wonder Woman, and there is action, and lesbian shenanigans, and heading off into the sunset together. More like this, please.

Season Tickets by shuofthewind is an X-Files AU in which Darcy Lewis is Mulder and Matt Murdock/Daredevil is Scully from S.H.I.E.L.D..

The Other Man out of Time by sara_holmes features Clint Barton traveling in time and meeting Bucky Barnes and falling in love. It's also AU Age of Ultron. Happy ending.

The Course of Honour by Avoliot is original m/m romance fiction on AO3 - features arranged marriages, treaties, gaslighting (in the past), and political intrigue.

Apoc, apocalyptic! Apoc, apocalyptic!

Sep. 11th, 2017 08:26 am
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I did better this weekend while staying off social media and Doing Things so I sometimes forgot that the world is apocalyptic (it is always apocalyptic, isn't it?).

I figured out one of the things that makes me so tense about social media. It's that when people are freaking out about events, or commenting about events, it all feels like I am Wrong for not feeling/commenting/doing what they are doing. It's worse when there are several Events going at once, like hurricanes/flooding/earthquake/immigrants/white supremacists.... I can't act on all those things, not all at once, not to the degree needed. There is only so much one person can do. It is very, very important to remember that, so you're able to do at least some things instead of melting into an anxious, ineffective puddle.

Another thing is that anxious/angry tweets/posts/whatevers can feel like personal attacks. Why aren't you fixing this?! You, right there?! It can feel this way even when you, the reader, know that those posts are coming from places of terrible dread and fear. Again, there's only so much one person can do, and sometimes to be able to do anything, you have to protect yourself.

So, things I actually did this weekend:

1. Hung out with a friend to give her support - we did brunch and, later, dinner followed by rolled ice cream. Green tea ice cream with an oreo ("The Hulk") is bliss.
2. Attended a film and spoken-word and song event about the 1985 police atrocity against the MOVE organization and the 2012 Philadelphia school crisis, showing support for this kind of event, and appreciation and support for the performers, some of whom were kids.
3. Wrote a book review, supporting Art.
4. Hung out with Ms. 9; talked about why some kids might not like school (she is not one of them), admired her growing acrobatic strength, and cuddled her on the couch while watching Teen Titans Go!
5. Culturally enlightened Ms. 13 and her bestie about Rainbow Goths.

These were good things, and I did them.

Update(ish)

Sep. 9th, 2017 09:32 pm
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Saturday started off okay with me doing a podcast with the Skiffy and Fanty crew about the 40th anniversary of Close Encounters of the Third Kind. I am now part of this awesome group of people who love science fiction and fantasy - and the podcast was fun. My Internet was cutting off at certain points, so much so I had to switch back to using wifi which turns to be more stable and reliable. The Internet/cable provider has been experiencing issues with the cable routing in Asia.

Then, after the recording was done, I went out to meet D. and my youngest for lunch. I think the day kind of went down downhill from there. I was already feeling blah from not attending our local comic con as I have become so detached and disconnected from the local geek scene. By the end of the day, I was a mess of barely articulated resentment and frustration as my youngest was wilful and defiant for the entire afternoon and evening, sassy when told off, refusing to do her homework and pretending not to know about it when we had clearly informed her about completing everything before school starts next Monday.

Today was/is one of those days I feel stuck, like I am weighted down by responsibilities and shit that doesn't seem to go away. I guess my youngest's behavior exacerbated the feeling of resentment... of not being able to do stuff I could do a few years ago.

Of course, she had to top it off by playing with one of my swords and blunted the tip of it.

So, verdict for today: ugh.

Blanket Fort?

Sep. 8th, 2017 08:50 am
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I've been getting a tad overwhelmed this week, what with hurricanes, floods, political rage, and now a terrible earthquake in Mexico. There are so many things and people needing help that I can't make any decisions. I've been having trouble getting to sleep.

I need to stay off social media for a few days, because my being there does not in fact make anything better in the real world, and gives me a lot less angst, anger, and frustration.

I set up a couple of Twitter posts this morning, and made sure they were on the distraction side. And for today's dayjob efforts, I'm going to focus on as much rote stuff as possible. It's that time of the month, anyway.

I did the basic workout again last night, minus the intervals because there wasn't an open machine I liked and I couldn't be arsed to go to another floor and look for one. The one open elliptical wobbled when you pedaled, so that was out. Instead, I tried out one of the weird bikes I hadn't tried before (the handlebars move like you're steering, disconcerting!, and the seat wouldn't go quite low enough for me); a stair machine (not sure if I was doing it right since I felt really awkward, but my heart rate did go up); and a rowing machine (got a bad leg cramp, had to stop). That all worked out to maybe 5 minutes of cardio, which I proclaimed good enough, and did some overheads and tricep exercises with dumbbells instead.

Sixty-second planks make my face really red! I have to catch my breath and let my heart slow down! So I guess I need to do more of those. And figure out if I'm really holding for sixty seconds, or if I'm counting too fast.

The static lunges are much easier when I have something in front of me to catch myself; have to remember not to push off with my arms, though.

In connection with the O17 Festival, I'm going to this free event on Saturday night at the African American History Museum:

Hear the real stories behind the World Premiere production of We Shall Not Be Moved. The opera uses two historic Philadelphia events to tell its story: the 1985 Philadelphia Police Department bombing of the MOVE house on Osage Avenue and the 2013 School District of Philadelphia budget crisis which caused the closure of 24 schools.

"The Un/Sung Stories of We Shall Not Be Moved" gives real-life accounts of those affected by these infamous events in Philadelphia history through an evening of short oral history films and live poetic performances from strong and diverse Philadelphia voices. This evening will be curated by Nina "Lyrispect" Ball.

Saturday's Line-Up will include appearances and performances :
Ursula Rucker
Black Boy Fly
Lee Mokobe
Selina Carrera
Amun Xkorpious Re
Lyrispect

With special presentations by:
Former Youth Poet Laureate David Jones
"Songs of the Children" from the Jubilee School
and a little bit more...


I'll be at the opera performance on the 18th. I had to buy tickets through the Fringe Festival rather than through the Opera for this one, and still don't know my seat number, just the row. Weird. The rest of the O17 tickets went through the Opera, so why not that one? I spent a couple weeks thinking it was sold out already because of that. This will be interesting - the MOVE bombing happened the year before I first came to Pennsylvania, so I only heard snippets about it at the time.

O17 is going to be a busy week for me - I'm going to everything except War Stories, the festival artist, and Opera on the Mall.

Didn't see any DACA rallies planned for this weekend, just a few that I missed because they happened during the work day this week. Keeping an eye out.
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I was bid on to write a Lord Peter Wimsey/Agent Carter crossover for Love Trumps Hate and have been struggling with it for months. I had a number of false starts and then started to write it through Dum Dum Duggan's voice, which I was really enjoying, until I realized that a) the problem with writing a WWII story is that I can only write the homefront; behind the lines is not something I can envision well enough to write. And also that b) my original plan -- Lord Peter, Peggy, and Dum Dum go behind the lines to rescue Lord St. George (who, according to Sayers' notes, was to have been an RAF pilot in the war) and Howard Stark -- had a fatal flaw in that Lord Peter's shellshock/PTSD meant he really is better off doing the Foreign Office/diplomacy thing. Harriet and Bunter literally told me that in dialogue!

So as to not entirely let down the bidder, who's been so cooperative and understanding, I wrote a little squib, where Peter and Peggy meet up after the war. You can read it here, should you like: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12023484

I wonder if I'm witty enough to write Wimseyfic. I keep parading Peter and Harriet into crossover stories (okay, well, twice), because they are awesome, but I'm not certain whether I'm confident enough to write them on their own. I thought I was, but now I wonder.

Yuletide nominations -- first time I've actually done this:
Strange Empire - feminist Canadian western that's on Netflix in the US, and only lasted one season (2015). Focuses on women and shows an old West, that reflects the actual diversity of the time and place instead of whitewashing, on the Montana/Alberta border, and has lots of interesting flawed women characters, a wonderful trans man, and Tahmoh Penikett being all handsome and stuff. The dialogue sounds a bit stylized, which I think is a post-Deadwood thing, but I was riveted.

and
The Bletchley Circle, perennial favorite (of mine, anyway).
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http://james-davis-nicoll.dreamwidth.org/11975162.html

Stashing this here because there's a few I've read and enjoyed, and a few whose writers I've read and enjoyed (Lauren Beukes, for example) but not those books specifically, and it's a good mix of the original 90's stuff and very recent stuff, and cyberpunk is a thing I like but don't always think to search out on purpose.

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resources and context and memory and spin. )

There's a lot there to examine and re-examine. There's a whole world there, and it's funny thinking of it as being my city still when at this point of my life I've been out of it many, many more years than in. but in the case of a riot, i'll still look for the white boy waving the black flag before the one in the uniform. What I'm finding out is that the books are just confirming the things that I'd forgotten; the things getting glossed over, the things being ignored: the names, the faces, the dates, and the details. I already knew the reasons why.

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I also snagged some boards from fic_bingo and ladiesbingo which seemed like a good idea at the time but now i'm staring at blankly. Hopefully they'll come in handy when fleshing out bits of the stuff I already have.

Two More Days

Sep. 7th, 2017 08:45 am
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I reminded myself this morning that this work week only has two more days in it. I had a good workout on Tuesday night, but as sometimes happens, afterwards I couldn't get to sleep as early as I would like, and last night was worse; I woke up around 2:30 am and ended up reading comics until I could get sleepy again.

This morning I feel very draggy. I'm hoping a second cup of coffee will help, also that once I get started on a project, it will keep me going for a bit. I plan to go to the gym tonight.

I also need to get myself together and write some sort of letter to my city reps about enforcement of bike laws, which are an ongoing source of rage to me. Bikes in Center City are forbidden from the sidewalks, and subject to the same laws as cars (and entitled to a lane, like a car). In practice, bikers don't follow these rules.

At least once a week, usually more, I am nearly run down in the crosswalk by bikers running the red light without slowing; Monday night, I was nearly run down on the sidewalk by a biker going full speed in the opposite direction of the one-way traffic (too lazy to go a block over?). Often, if they do "stop" for the red light, they are actually meandering around in the crosswalk, regardless of pedestrians (who always have the right of way in crosswalks in Pennsylvania). Or sliding in and out of traffic and between cars, in the cars' blindspots, to get ahead in traffic. Or riding full speed along the sidewalk because they're about to park the bike, as if that doesn't count as "riding on the sidewalk." Twice, I've nearly been hit by bikes who felt they could whiz between a bus and the sidewalk, apparently not caring that's where people are getting off the bus and not expecting to get creamed.

I feel it's likely one of these days I will get hit, despite my best efforts. Given that an elderly friend of mine was hit from behind by a bike, and spent nine months in various hospitals and rehab, this is a valid fear. If a bike kills me or injures me so I can't speak, feel free to sue them on my behalf, for everything they've got and more. My family could use the money, and I could use the bitter satisfaction.

Hmm, maybe I can use this post as the basis of a letter. Maybe it will help with the bottled rage. Also, I'm a little more awake now! Time to get back to being a bureaucrat!

ETA lunchtime: I emailed my City Councilman. Go me.

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