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this person's readings on this special day. :d
When I read Kai Cole's statement -- do read if you have somehow missed it -- I kept flashing on the pivotal conversation in Gaudy Night, in which Harriet and Peter talk about spouses who have eaten each other, and whether there is such a thing as a marriage in which nobody is eaten. Kai Cole was and is an architect. Starting, by her telling, with Buffy, she dedicated hersef to emotional labor for Joss Whedon, including producing projects that he worked on. Harriet Vane would tell you that Whedon ate Cole. And, going only by the direct quotations Cole gives, when Whedon confessed to her, he praised himself -- told her what a powerful stud he was, and that it wasn't his fault he was surrounded by "aggressive" actresses.
Whedon's public response to Cole's statement:
“While this account includes inaccuracies and misrepresentations which can be harmful to their family, Joss is not commenting, out of concern for his children and out of respect for his ex-wife.”
Let's unpack this.
1. Whedon cheated for over a decade, but Cole is the one who's hurting their children.
2. Whedon used feminism as a tool to get laid, but now he's showing Cole respect.
3. Cole has direct quotes from Whedon's letter, showing exactly who he is, but the account "includes inaccuracies and misrepresentations"
So. "You're a bad mother, and I could explain how much you're lying, but I won't because unlike you I'm a good father and respect the children and you."
Whedonesque, bless them, have gone read-only and shut down.
A favourite song with a person's name in the title: Several options for this one, but I'm going with Hey there Delilah by Plain White T's. I generally really like songs that tell a bit of a story, and I can imagine the characters in this one so vividly. I like the balance of emotions; it's a sad song about missing a lover, but it's also optimistic and the music is at least somewhat catchy. And I like that they're apart because they're both pursuing their careers, it's not some passive muse waiting for her artist boyfriend to come home. It's not my usual musical style; indeed I discovered it simply by listening to chart radio like some young person who's in touch with the recent music scene.
Besides, I've been in long-distance relationships pretty much my entire adult life, so I can really relate. But no longer; I haven't posted about this in public yet, but in a couple of weeks I'm properly moving to Cambridge. So I'll be living full time in the same house as my husband and the same town as my Other Significant Others. And I won't be spending every Friday and Sunday evening commuting. I'm really really looking forward to this next phase in my life, but also at the moment up to my ears in arranging the move, and quite emotional about leaving the situation I've been settled in for 8 years.
This weekend I lead my last Shabbat morning service with my lovely community. They are understandably nervous about the future without me, and I will miss them absolutely terribly. I talked a bit about Re'eh, making sure that there's no comparison between Moses saying farewell to the Israelites and me saying farewell now. I discussed keeping sanctity while you're living in an imperfect situation, far away from Jewish centres. What compromises can you make (eating meat without making a Temple sacrifice) and what lines can't be crossed (worshipping in Pagan sites)?
Then it will go well for you and your children after you, for all of time, because you will do what is good and right in the eyes of the Eternal your God.And we ate cakes made by my sister and the community gave me some really nice silver Shabbat candlesticks with engraved stands.
jack came up to help me sort the flat out. In lots of ways the decision making is the harder part of packing than the physical labour, so having my husband with me was an amazing help. I am really looking forward to living with him and properly sharing the work of running a household, because we're such a great team. Not just one day in the distant future when our dreams come true, but next month:
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
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"Anti-Blackness doesn't stop being important when we are talking about the environment, White supremacy doesn't stop being important... Environmentalists that know how to talk about the ice caps melting, but can't talk about asthma rates in cities are missing the mark." -- J Mase III, 2017-01-03
From the Quotation of the day mailing list, 2017-05-10:
"One of the great challenges of our age, in which the tools of our productivity are also the tools of our leisure, is to figure out how to make more useful those moments of procrastination when we're idling in front of our computer screens. What if instead of tabbing over to the web browser in search of some nugget of gossip or news, or opening up a mindless game such as Angry Birds, we could instead scratch the itch by engaging in a meaningful activity, such as learning a foreign language?
"If five million people can be convinced to log into Zynga's Facebook game Farmville each day to water a virtual garden and literally watch the grass grow on their computer screens, surely, Ed [Cooke] believes, there must be a way to co-opt those same neural circuits that reward mindless gaming to make learning more addictive and enjoyable. That's the great ambition of Memrise, and it points towards a future where we're constantly learning in tiny chunks of our downtime."
-- Joshua Foer, on British memory champion Ed Cooke's online learning company, Memrise.
(submitted to the mailing list by Terry Labach)
At length, it seemed like it was a good day to try.
My reliable source for understanding the principles behind what I'm cooking is Serious Eats. So I read through the pie crust stuff again. (Incidentally, the site is a clickbait hole for DELICIOUSNESS.)
2 1/2 cups (12.5 ounces; 350 grams) all-purpose flour
2 tablespoons (25 grams) sugar
1 teaspoon (5 grams) kosher salt
2 1/2 sticks (10 ounces; 280 grams) unsalted butter, cut into 1/4-inch pats
6 tablespoons (3 ounces; 85 milliliters) cold water
I looked at the amounts involved.
There was no way that I was going to be able to fit all that flour and butter into my food processor, which is an attachment to my stick blender. I looked closely at the amounts.
It so happens that the ratio of cups of flour to sticks of butter is 1:1. So I decided that I could make a test batch, one cup and one stick. The salt and sugar is less important, and in fact the sugar is kind of not what I wanted for a pasty dough.
I put 2/3 of the flour together with the butter and a bit of salt, then added a little water and more of the flour. (Probably not how I should have done it.) Then I mixed it in a larger bowl with a little more water. My hands are rather hot, so I tried to cool them down with ice.
I wrapped it up in cling wrap and let it cool off in the refrigerator. I pulled it out a few hours later, and quartered the dough. I saw that it had distinct stacked layers, like a good steel blade. I was thrilled.
I rolled it out in the best tradition of my mother, between two sheets of parchment paper. (There is no rolling pin in this kitchen. I used a glass.) I stuck it back in the refrigerator, still between the sheets, to wait while I prepared the filling. (Parchment paper and waxed paper are easier to handle than cling wrap, for this.)
This was not a Cornish pasty. wohali said something about a chicken curry pasty, and I went "Oooo!" and she advised that you can use pretty much any chicken curry recipe, just dryer than usual.
I went for it.
My basic chicken curry is chicken plus a brick of golden curry sauce plus assorted vegetables, and oil as needed. This time I decided to cook the chicken thigh meat so it would be easy to separate from the bones in my multifunction fancy rice cooker, along with some spiced oil left over from a previous recipe, and some dry onions. I cooked the vegetables and the curry brick separately, only combining them all (and some potato flakes to sop up water and oil) at the end. My partner is much better at handling chicken meat in all its phases than I am, and stripped the meat from the bones before I mixed them together.
I did roll it too thin, and I let it get too hot when filling it.
Despite the holes, I stuck the crust together with egg wash, and egg washed the outside. (I used the leftover egg wash to make a little bit of curry scrambled egg, which my partner ate on top of their salad.)
I'd wisely said that if the food was not going to be ready by 10pm, we should eat something else. The pies came out of the oven just as we were finishing chicken nuggets, but we still had enough room to test half a pie each.
I will be making these again. And the dough process is relatively simple with the tools at hand, so my partner (who can follow a recipe, but isn't yet the cocky ass in the kitchen that I am) may wind up learning the process too.
I put together a bit of sweet pie dough just now, and it's chilling in a ball in the refrigerator. I'm thinking that some fruit pies might be in order...
From Schlock Mercenary by Howard Tayler, 2017-05-03:
|Petey:||Galactic civilizations didn't all end the same way, but the endings all seem to start with people like you having meetings like this.|
|Admiral Chu:||At least now I have a scientific reason to hate meetings.|
|Captain Kaff Tagon:||[...] Two wrongs don't make a right, but two unluckies do make a lucky.|
|Ennesby:||You meat-sophonts rarely notice, but words actually feel pain when they're abused.|
|Captain Kaff Tagon:||Cool. Long meetings just got way more fun for me.|
I've already read 2 books based on the Navy Seal training, and I loved them as well; but they failed to produce lasting changes in my life, probably because they aim too high and wide. This one, however, is restricted to just one week (not counting the preparations and followups), and the author provides a very precise day-by-day plan for the civilian Hell Week. So this challenge sounds doable, even though I have my doubts about the sleep schedule.
Some highlights: sleep from 10pm to 5am; daily exercise for at least 1 hour, and make it harder than usual; healthy diet, no junk food, no alcohol; look your best (dress for success, behave with self-confidence); cheerful & positive attitude; get hyperfocused; no social media during work hours, no TV. In addition, every day has a specific theme to reflect upon; and there's one all-nighter before the last working day of the week (so no sleep for 2 consecutive workdays).
(I especially appreciate it that the social media is banned only during work hours, so it sounds reasonable. I'll keep up with my Pokémon Go groups though, because for me it's a good habit I want to develop further.)
That's how it's supposed to end: "When you serve in the military, you are automatically more effective, because somebody else is planning out your time for you. You only have to concern yourself with performing your best, not with what to use your day on or when to complete an activity. All that is decided, and all that is left to do is work. You felt something similar to this during Hell Week. I told you what to think about each day, what to learn, and gave you specific tasks to complete. I told you when to sleep, when to get up, and how much you needed to exercise. This made it easier for you to focus on performing and pushing yourself. My goal with this book is that you will notice how effective time management was when you had somebody else planning out much of your day. If you realize how much more effective you are when your day was planned out, when your focus was decided, and when you were regularly studying how to improve, you will realize you have to have this element in your life."
I'm very hyped about it, and planning to start soon after I return from my upcoming vacation. (Which may be a good practice for the Hell Week ;) a week of sightseeing in a foreign country is a physically and emotionally demanding exercise ;)
5/5 for the book; let's see how well I'll do with the challenge!
Oh, and all the characters are DELIGHTFUL.
And, you know, SAILING.
I enjoyed it immensely, and I am looking forward to book #2.
It has been a week. It's been a busy week, but a week none-the-less.
We have Nico this weekend because Jenna's gone to Florida to go get her dude and drive with him back so they can get Nico registered for school. School started a week and a half ago, but he couldn't be registered because the school district can't accept the notarized paper stating that Jenna lives in the house that doesn't have her name on it.
Weird, I know, the utility folks accepted it.
My meds have given me back my ability to eat. It's distressing because it's hard to feed yourself with a minimum of effort. I see a lot of oatmeal in my future. (It's easy to cook. It's easy to eat, especially if I put a glug of maple syrup in it.)
I did cookie balls so they can baked off at will and did up the five ingredient biscuits from Budget Bytes that require heavy cream instead of butter. They usually work pretty well. I like them. They're tasty and easy.
I have grapes, kiwi, a cantaloupe of some sort (it's got a fancy name), we'll have corn on the cob tonight and I need to figure out something for these beets.
The following day went to the hospital to visit Rick and also to see the social worker and doctor to discuss his situation. I signed myself up to pay for his transitional care until VCAT approves my application to receive power of financial attorney in addition to medical attorney. Six months ago he was giving presentations on the admixture of modern humans with archiac hominids, and the peculiar differences between reptilian and mammalian brains. Now, due to rapid onset dementia, he doesn't know what suburb he'd lived in for the past thirty years, the fact he has a brother, or where he was born, and his vocabulary has been reduced to probably less than a dozen words. He'll be spending his days staring out the window or at the television in his room, and that's all there is to it. I'll visit his flat and see if there's any music for him, based on prior studies. It's terrible witnessing such a clever and diverse mind disappear so quickly.
There have been other activities in the past few days. I have preparing heavily for the Isocracy AGM on Wednesday evening which will be addressed by Kos Samaras, assistant state-secretary of the Victorian ALP, speaking on The Reawakening of the Working Class. My own latest written contribution to Isocracy in the past few days has been a piece of the advantages of proportional representation. On Wednesday night we caught up with old university science fiction friend and now Greens activist, Tom S. and friend to see the director's cut of Dark City, the noir SF film which still well holds over the years. Finally, to finish things off last night went to a meeting of Free Software Melbourne at Electron Workshop; whilst it was supposed to be a games night we were distracted by the presence of Margaret Gordon, a documentary maker who wanted to know more about this Linux thing.