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radiantfractureThinking of those in the hurricane's path (literal, symbolic, both).
Recently, in Iqaluit, during that windstorm, a friend's roof blew off.
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I, too, liked "The Woman Who Fell to Earth," and I feel excited about the season to come.
As an episode, it had a familiar flavour, but it's a flavour I like, and I'm just really pleased with this doctor. (I followed pretty closely through Nine, Ten, and Eleven, but I tuned out during Twelve.) Bits I liked include:
(Obvs)
The Doctor: Why are you calling me “madam”?
Yasmin: Because… you’re a woman.
The Doctor: Am I? Does it suit me?
The Doctor: Right now, I’m a stranger to myself. There’s echoes of who I was and a sort of call towards who I am. And I have to hold my nerve and trust all these new instincts.
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I find that the Tanzania varietal of Level Ground Coffee makes me happy. (Notes: "full-bodied, powerful, wild")
I had leftover goat-cheese-and-curry-chicken pizza for breakfast.
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I took my bike in today. It's been slumped against the patio table for weeks with a chain so badly dislodged that I gave up on trying to restore it, although putting a chain back on is one of very few things I can do that even look like mechanical fixes. I left it locked in front of my house for weeks because I was too embarrassed to ask the bike tech to put the chain back on for me. Every time I looked at it (at least twice every day), I felt sulky.
Today I thought: well, I can do that. And I took it to the other neighborhood bike shop -- not that anyone would recognize me at the first one, but it made things easier.
Of course, the tech had the chain back on instantly, so, in order to make the interaction seem less trivial, I explained about my shifting problems. He pointed out that the derailleur was bent. What the hell, I thought, and asked them to replace it.
That puts my investment into this free bicycle at about $170. If you showed me the bike as-now-is and said "would you give me $170 for this?", I would not say yes.
(I'm not saying my judgement would be correct -- I'm cheap.)
Still, I was happy to ride it home in the oblique afternoon sun, this bluegold October unscrolling alongside me and rolling out before me. I took the long way home.
{rf}
Recently, in Iqaluit, during that windstorm, a friend's roof blew off.
*
I, too, liked "The Woman Who Fell to Earth," and I feel excited about the season to come.
As an episode, it had a familiar flavour, but it's a flavour I like, and I'm just really pleased with this doctor. (I followed pretty closely through Nine, Ten, and Eleven, but I tuned out during Twelve.) Bits I liked include:
(Obvs)
The Doctor: Why are you calling me “madam”?
Yasmin: Because… you’re a woman.
The Doctor: Am I? Does it suit me?
The Doctor: Right now, I’m a stranger to myself. There’s echoes of who I was and a sort of call towards who I am. And I have to hold my nerve and trust all these new instincts.
*
I find that the Tanzania varietal of Level Ground Coffee makes me happy. (Notes: "full-bodied, powerful, wild")
I had leftover goat-cheese-and-curry-chicken pizza for breakfast.
*
I took my bike in today. It's been slumped against the patio table for weeks with a chain so badly dislodged that I gave up on trying to restore it, although putting a chain back on is one of very few things I can do that even look like mechanical fixes. I left it locked in front of my house for weeks because I was too embarrassed to ask the bike tech to put the chain back on for me. Every time I looked at it (at least twice every day), I felt sulky.
Today I thought: well, I can do that. And I took it to the other neighborhood bike shop -- not that anyone would recognize me at the first one, but it made things easier.
Of course, the tech had the chain back on instantly, so, in order to make the interaction seem less trivial, I explained about my shifting problems. He pointed out that the derailleur was bent. What the hell, I thought, and asked them to replace it.
That puts my investment into this free bicycle at about $170. If you showed me the bike as-now-is and said "would you give me $170 for this?", I would not say yes.
(I'm not saying my judgement would be correct -- I'm cheap.)
Still, I was happy to ride it home in the oblique afternoon sun, this bluegold October unscrolling alongside me and rolling out before me. I took the long way home.
{rf}
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Date: 2018-10-13 12:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-10-13 01:48 am (UTC)I loved that line.
Still, I was happy to ride it home in the oblique afternoon sun, this bluegold October unscrolling alongside me and rolling out before me. I took the long way home.
And this one.
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Date: 2018-10-13 02:30 am (UTC)I don't know anything about bikes. But, given my feelings about knitting needles, embroidery floss, and other tools, I think a bike that makes you happy is worth having. And I'm glad it made your last paragraph possible, because I agree with Sovay. It's lovely.
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Date: 2018-10-13 05:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-10-14 07:20 pm (UTC)These are some great nuggets of Thirteen's dialogue there. I am loving her so far, and the writing with regard to characterization gives me hope.
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Date: 2018-10-17 03:07 am (UTC)I liked it because it did all the work at once -- the in-story work and the meta-work.
Oh you.
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