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concert review: Oregon Symphony

Feb. 9th, 2026 01:03 am
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Yes, I’m in Portland, and this concert in the large and old-fashionedly ornate (it doesn’t have restrooms, it has “lounges”) Schnitzer Concert Hall downtown turned out to be the perfect way to spend a rainy Sunday afternoon. Music Director David Danzmayr led his crackerjack orchestra through Anna Clyne’s Color Field, a typically imaginative Clyne work with some evocative open harmonies, and concluded with a thoroughly robust rendering of the Ravel orchestration of Mussorgsky’s Pictures at an Exhibition, in which the tuba struggled a little in “Bydlo, “ but there were otherwise no problems. The orchestra has newly acquired a custom-made bell, and this clanged out like nothing you’ve heard before in the grand conclusion.

But the highlight of this concert came in between: the Bruch Violin Concerto, and it wasn’t the highlight just because the estimable Gil Shaham was soloist. I just heard this concerto last month from San Francisco, and the soloist was smooth-toned but rather characterless, while the orchestra was even bland and dull. Not this time. Here we heard why this is one of the most popular concertos in the repertoire. The orchestra was as burstingly robust as they would be in Pictures, and Shaham, though I’ve heard him perform wonders before, was simply amazing, a standing rebuke to plainer soloists. Every note had character, and his mostly high and dry tone varied tremendously, including some of the tenderest soft passages that could still be heard over the orchestra. Thrilling.

Valerian and Hecate

Feb. 9th, 2026 08:14 am
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There she was in my dream. I met her on a road somewhere, recognised her straight away from her Orphic hymn;

I invoke you, beloved Hekate of the Crossroads and the Three Ways
Saffron-cloaked Goddess of the Heavens, the Underworld and the Sea
Tomb-frequenter, mystery-raving with the souls of the dead
Daughter of Perses, Lover of the Wilderness who exults among the deer
Nightgoing One, Protectress of dogs, Unconquerable Queen
Beast-roarer, Dishevelled One of compelling countenance
Tauropolos, Keyholding Mistress of the whole world
Ruler, Nymph, Mountain-wandering Nurturer of youth.
Maiden, I beg you to be present at these sacred rites
Ever with a gladsome heart and ever gracious to the Oxherd.


She looked at me and said

'You never ask me for anything.'

I didn't quite know how to reply to her. Respect and all that, but I connect the Dishevelled One of Compelling Countenance to unhinged people, and already have access to enough crazy lady vibe to last me a lifetime. Having said that, anyone who protects dogs gets my thumbs up.It did occur to to me that I would like to draw her or try to turn her into a painting, but given the chances of it being absolutely terrible, decided not to offer it.

I can't remember what happened then, only that next I was a teacher of some kind going to school, when a pupil visited me at home and told me she was sick. She was an ordinary dark haired girl, and I have seen a face like hers before in my dreams connected to malice unfortunately. But this made no difference in the context. She was sweating and trembling copiously, and her skin had a very unhealthy pallor. I asked her if I could place a hand on her forehead to take her temperature, and she refused, saying that touch hurt her. I knew she could be lying but it would be the loss of one day if she was. I let her stay and gave her instructions on contacting an ambulance if she needed it.

Then I tried to go to school and got lost. Came back to find the house was full of my housemates, who were all men. One yelped when he saw me, talking about how badly I had applied my makeup. Glancing at my reflection, I saw that I appeared to have applied lots more eyeliner to one eye than another, but when I found a mirror, it was much more dramatic than that.

My eyeliner had congealed in thick lines along my lower eyelids. Underneath them sat a wild design, blue white sparkling crystalline stalagtite shapes covering my cheeks and most of my face. They looked great but I had no idea how they got there. I took them off and got myself ready for school.

Valerian's pretty amazing for sleep, it really suits me. At some point before this dream I saw my dear old dog being let out of the back of a car, alone with another dog, and watched him dragging some poor shmo along on a walk because his distate for leashes has not changed in over 30 years.
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2026/017: The Scholars of Night — John M Ford

'...through the grace of God and friendly governments we are allowed a certain number of immoral acts, but we are obliged to avoid merely stupid ones.'[loc. 1878]

Long unavailable, Ford's Cold War spy thriller with added Christopher Marlowe is a delight. There are two major plots, very much entwined: the discovery of an unknown Marlowe play, 'The Assassin’s Tragedy', and the theft of some cutting-edge military hardware. Marlowe's play deals with spycraft, a mysterious fellow who might have royal blood, and the narrow line between patriotism and treason. The modern narrative also explores these issues, via role-playing games, divided loyalties, and scholarly imagination.

Read more... )
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I am feeling non-stop terrible. I took a couple of pictures in the snow-fallen sunshine this afternoon.

And be the roots that make the tree. )

[personal profile] spatch sent me a 1957 study of walking directions to Scollay Square. Researcher's notes can be unnecessarily period-typical, but the respondents themselves are wonderful. "You're a regular question-box, aren't you?" It turns out to be part of the basis for a seminal work of urban planning and perception. I like the first draft of the public image of Boston, including its conclusion that it is a deficit to the city not to be thought of as defined by the harbor as much as the river.
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Watched the one where Zed is in hospital and decides not to treat her brain tumor on the theory it is a gift from god and the price of magic.

If I thought the story uncomplicatedly agreed with her I would throw out the whole thing, truly, that is an absolute garbage thought.

But the whole episode is about how messy the angel thing gets and how John is... really not okay, and messed up things John does when he's angry scared, and that the whole relationship with god thing is... not simples, even if angels, and... I am confident that the story is nothing but complicated and the choice isn't meant to be simples.

Unfortunately the episode count isn't leaving much room for complications to be resolved.

One episode left. Not read spoilers but there is only so much you can fit in that.


John Constantine remains a fascinating character and deeply flawed man. There's things he says that make me want to send him to so much decent therapy, but nothing that makes me file it under Doylist bad writing. He is just so many bad ideas in a trenchcoat, honestly doing his best, but we see how that's working out, so.

I am going to wait to watch the next episode and then when they are finished I am going to decide between starting again at the beginning and going back to Legends of Tomorrow.

Obstacle Practice, Firefly

Feb. 8th, 2026 08:16 pm
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Another weekend obstacle practice successfully completed.  
This horse is having a good look at that stuff hanging on the fence.  I tried for a vaguely Valentine's Day theme, plus the nice shiny, silver insulation from a box that M brought back Alaska Salmon in. 


This Arab gelding was showing off as he trotted over the Tic-Tack-Toe.


Lots of people found that the jousting was harder than it looked.


On Saturday we only had four riders (Sunday there were 10).  I got Firefly out.  She was both very interactive and calm.  Sunday I wanted to turn her loose in the arena while I cleaned up.  When I went to get her I wanted to ride through the corrals.  I started to climb on a fence panel to mount (my knees just won't bounce enough to vault on anymore).  Several months ago she had fussed and moved away from the mounting block. At that point  I picked up a whip and simply showed it to her. That was enough for her to be very polite when I mount - from her left side.  Today's effort was on her right. Horses don't transfer skills from side to side very well.  Firefly thought she would just step away. The third time she stepped away I gave her a single, open palm slap on the side she was moving toward.  The head went up and she offered to run away from my cruel beating.  Then stood nice and quiet and calm while I got on.  Today, for the first time, I opened the latch on the two gates from horseback.  It wasn't elegant, but it did teach her that the noise was ok, and that the gate would open if she stood in the right place.  While I cleaned up the arena, she got to run around in the nice soft sand, and roll. At least sand doesn't stick like the mud in the corral does!  When I was done she walked up to me and we went off to a nice patch of green grass for her to graze as a treat.  What a greedy thing she is. She stuffed grass in her mouth as fast as she could bite it off for at least 10 minutes, chewing extremely hastily, before slowing down. 
Tomorrow is another walk up to the Dogbane patches, this time with some of the local basket weavers.  I'm excited about this. 

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Feb. 8th, 2026 09:10 pm
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By sheer coincidence, I ended up reading Alix Harrow's The Everlasting almost immediately after The Isle in the Silver Sea. Both books are ringing changes on the same big themes -- the narratives of nationalism, fate and tragedy, Spenser and Malory, depressed lady knights and evil girlbosses -- and from what I had previously read of both Harrow and Suri's work I was tbh quite surprised to find myself liking The Everlasting a bit better.

The premise of The Everlasting: it's more or less the second-world equivalent of the 1920s and we have just had a Big War. Our protagonist Owen has a radical pacifist alcoholic father that he doesn't respect, a war medal that he didn't really earn, a academic career that doesn't seem to be going places, and a face that makes it pretty obvious that at least one parent came from The Other Side. However, his messy relationship with the war has not in any way altered his ardent passion for the greatest figure of his country's nationalist mythology, the knight Una Everlasting, who fought at the side of the nation's founding queen a thousand years ago and died tragically to bring the country stability.

Then he finds a book that purports to be the True History of Una Everlasting, and gets summoned to a secret meeting with the country's minister of war, an evil girlboss who immediately sends him back in time to experience and document Una Everlasting's Last Quest first hand. He gets to write the nationalist myth himself! What fun!

Alas, it turns out that the great knight Una Everlasting is violent, brutal, and extremely burned out about all the people she's killed as part of the bloody process of nation-forging: at this point the citizens think of her as a butcher and she's inclined to agree. Nonetheless, fanboy Owen convinces her to take on this one last quest for the sake of her honor & kingdom & legacy &cetera, with the promise of peace at the end of it, knowing full well that the end of the quest will in fact mean her death.

This is the first section of the book and tbh I enjoyed it enormously. Owen is writing the narrative in first person and his voice is used to great effect: he's a twisted-up and self-contradictory character who shows the problems of nationalism much better as a guy who's genuinely trying to convince himself that he believes in it than he would if he started out already enlightened. I love his embarrassing radical pacifist dad and his judgmental thesis advisor, and, as heterosexualities go, I am absolutely not immune to the allure of large violent depressed woman/weaselly little worm man whom she could easily break in two who is obsessed with her but also fundamentally betraying her. If the book had ended at the end of its first section, I think it would have been a phenomenal standalone novella.

However, the book does keep going. I continued to have a good time, more or less, but the more it went on the more I felt that it had sort of overplayed its hand. Alix Harrow is extremely a Power of Fiction author in ways that didn't fully work for me in the other book of hers I read; I do appreciate that this book is the Power of Fiction [derogatory] but I still think that perhaps she is giving fiction a little too much power ... For the length of ninety pages I was willing to role with the importance of The Great Nationalist Myth, but the longer it went on and the deeper and more recursive it got with its timeloops the more I was like 'wait .... we only have one founding myth? changing the myth really directly and immediately impacts the future in predictable and manipulable ways and is in fact the only thing that does so? Hmm. Well."

Also I enjoyed the evil girlboss right up until it was revealed that every evil girlboss in the country's whole thousand-year-old history had been the very self-same evil girlboss and no other woman had ever done anything. You are telling me you have built up a whole thing about this country's founding myth of the Queen And Her Lady Knight from scratch and that didn't change the country's relationship to gender at all? NO other woman was ever inspired to do anything with that? I am not sure that's as feminist as you think it is ...

Anyway, I do think this book and The Island In the Silver Sea form a sort of spiritual duology and I'm glad to have read them back to back: for such similar books they have really interestingly different flaws and virtues.

no. no, thank you.

Feb. 8th, 2026 09:50 pm
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Another 4 inches of snow? And high winds? And "arctic chill"? I cannot.

I am trying the applesauce loaf again, this time with some chunks of "Gold Rush" apples in the batter and making sure not to use lumpy brown sugar. Fingers crossed.

Amtrak's 2FA system is garbage and I may have to contend with Julie, my nemesis (Amtrak's phone customer "service" bot) to get to New York to see Dessa in March (and sneak out of a conference early); my splurge on Restaurant Week was kind of a waste of money (pasta oversalted, rosé weirdly bland); I am sick of all my clothes, no doubt because I have been wearing all of them at the same time for the past month, and the idea of acquiring different clothes is the epitome of exchanging money for bads and disservices.

THIS IS THE BAD PLACE.

Movies: Buried on Sunday

Feb. 8th, 2026 08:59 pm
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Does anyone know if this movie is still "in print"?

Noting the cast list including Paul Gross, Mary Walsh, Henry Czerny, Louis del Grande, even Harvey Kirck!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buried_on_Sunday

I lost 6 pounds in 5 minutes!

Feb. 8th, 2026 07:45 pm
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.... by buying a new scale. The one on the right. OMG when did balance beam scales get so HUGE???

So of course instead of tackling the backlog of Important Projects waiting for my attention, I spent a happy hour or two with Google AI trying to answer that question, and figure out just how old that little scale really is.

Well, about 50 years old, it turns out. Not only are these cute little "waist-high" models no longer made, this one is EXTRA SPECIAL!  The classy orange-on-black numbers identify it as the premier "High-Visibility" version of Health-O-Meter model 230 (1975-1982). And that funny little bubble-level is actually a high-end feature making the reading more accurate than the usual swinging pointer in the modern one. Well, originally, anyway. It's not terribly accurate now, which is why I bought that ungainly replacement.

But it's a rare Vintage Collectible, G-AI enthused! Sure it weighs 5-6 pounds high, but "to a collector, a 5lb error is just a 'mechanical adjustment' needed. They will love the exterior aesthetics much more than the internal accuracy." So if anybody knows a collector of vintage scales who might like this, please let me know. Or if you want to try fiddling with the innards or rebalancing the arm with a couple of small magnets, it's yours. 

G-AI volunteered the following "Adoption Bio" if I want to try listing it on Nextdoor or something:

This is the rare, compact 3-foot "Professional Home" Hi-Visibility model featuring the iconic orange-on-black numbers and a built-in bubble level for perfect floor adjustment. It’s an all-metal tank in great cosmetic shape for its age, though it currently weighs consistently 5–6 lbs heavy (likely due to internal "character" and 50  years of service). Perfect as a stylish vintage gym piece, a theater prop, or for a tinkerer who wants to "zero it out" with a few taped nickels!
 

New Agent of Chaos: Speciality Dice

Feb. 8th, 2026 11:01 pm
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Edited the 'Speciality Cards and Dice' section of Agents of Chaos with the following:


Speciality Cards and Dice
I haven’t yet encountered any games that specifially rely on a custom resource, but you can get decks with pieces of dungeons, cards that determine how an NPC will react to your character, so I felt they deserved an honourable mention.


At some point, I picked up a set of seven dice and I have been using some of them in my freeform solo play:

– Direction (d8, N/NE/E etc)
– Weather (d10, Sunny, Cloudy etc)
– Wilderness Terrain (d 12, this includes not only standard terrains but trails, towns, and castles/ruins)
– Random Emotion (d12, though some are very close, like attracted/flirting and sad/apathy, but I'm trying this out for first encounters with random NPCs)
– Dungeon Terrain (d12, from corridors to obstacles and traps)
– Dungeon Feature (d12, statues, wells, doors etc)
– Treasure (d8, potions, magical and non-magical items etc)


I've been finding it much easier to roll a die than to consult tables, and while I'll probably pivot to either a Hexflower or the Scarlet Heroes method of terrain creation in the longer run, being able to quickly create something randome instead of having to think (and overthink) or reach for the same old same old has definitely made my life more fun.

vital functions

Feb. 8th, 2026 10:38 pm
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Reading. I have FINISHED Index, A History of the (Dennis Duncan), including both indexes, including The Games Therein, and had a Great time.

Started (just now) The Rose Field, volume three of The Book of Dust (Philip Pullman). Grousing; vague spoilers for vol 2 )

so as I say I'm not hugely hopeful for this, but hey, maybe I'm being unfair to it.

Writing. Did you know that getting knowledge out of your own head and into other people's is a specific set of skills that has very little to do with how well you know the things you're trying to communicate? TRY TO LOOK SHOCKED, PLEASE. (6.3k words, and am absolutely in an Iterative Cycle of trying to make the introduction more-or-less work. It is progressing, just... very slowly.)

Listening. I realised that Hidden Almanac was possibly in fact exactly a useful sort of thing to listen to while Wrangling Laundry, and have therefore started again from the beginning, at least in part as an attempt to actually listen to some of the episodes I dozed through while they were playing in the car...

Playing. Incomplete White Puzzle progresses. (Today I have added I think three pieces to the contiguous section, two of which I had already joined to each other as a free-foating lump, and made another couple of free-floating lump connections.)

I think we also did a bit more Inkulinati before I got horrendously distracted by Puzzle. And the sudoku fixation continues, though it is at least ramping down a little.

Cooking. I have been having A Rough Week brain-wise, but I have today managed to make some bread, and I did earlier in the week gently fry up some celery and garlic to add to the mashed potato & parsnip that we were having with Vegetables and Veg Sossij. I think that is about the extent of it.

Eating. VEGETABLES, including a couple of peppers from an overwintered plant. (Restricted diet for a week up until the Tuesday just gone, so the return of Fibre was Extremely Welcome.) Favourite chocolate stars with raspberries. Fruit With Skin On. Lebkuchen. Stollen. Seeds and nuts.

Growing. I think the nematodes (applied as a split dose a few days apart) have dealt? at least temporarily? with the sodding Sciarid Flies? for now?

Lemongrass needs pricking out. Physalis are showing zero indication that they have any intention of germinating, which is mildly annoying. There are still three not-dead Lithops seedlings, though I doubt they're the same three as last week. Orchids getting increasingly enthusiastic about their plans to flower.

Have not managed to get anything else sown, yet.

Observing. Lots of bulbs: daffodils and crocuses various and snowdrops are Definitely Underway, at this point. We are fairly convinced that the Yelling from the garden around dusk is Amorous Foxes, though we have not (yet?) bestirred ourselves to ask the internet if what we think we're hearing is in fact what we're hearing...

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Virtually ethical (500 words) by Petra
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Additional Tags: Tragedy, Quintuple Drabble, Hurt No Comfort
Summary:

Obi-Wan is usually pretty good about listening to what Anakin is saying, but not always.


*

Blastin' and laughin' so long (750 words) by Petra
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars Original Trilogy
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Leia Organa/Han Solo, Lando Calrissian/Han Solo, Leia Organa/Luke Skywalker/Han Solo, Chewbacca & Han Solo
Characters: Han Solo, Chewbacca (Star Wars), Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Lando Calrissian
Additional Tags: Crack Treated Seriously, Han Solo Shoots First, Humor, In-Universe Meme
Summary:

How "Han Shot First" came to be a meme in the Galaxy Far, Far Away.

Empty Shelves.

Feb. 8th, 2026 09:15 pm
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Posted by languagehat

I found Wouter J. Hanegraaff’s Facebook post extraordinarily depressing; I’ll reproduce it here (apart from the photos, which show lots of empty shelves) so you can be depressed too (or not, depending on your attitude toward these things):

Empty shelves. What used to be the literature collection of the University of Amsterdam in the PC Hooft building now feels like a ghostly place. Yesterday I happened to pass by and noticed that the doors were open, so I went inside and found myself wandering for half an hour through what used to be a buzzing place full of students, academics and, of course, books.

They are gone. After the summer last year, the UvA opened its (splendid!) new humanities library at the heart of the university quarter in the old city. The new building is beautiful, a great place for students and staff to come and study, and at first sight it looks like a true library, including many study places lined with books. I very much appreciate this new building, and yet the impression is deceptive, for most of the physical books have actually vanished from the library’s collection, replaced by digital copies. The heart is gone. What’s left is essentially an empty shell.

I had a conversation with a colleague who works in the UvA’s library context, and who told me how few books are actually left in the collection. When I expressed my feelings of malaise about this development, she asked me “but how often do you yourself still order a physical older book?” And I had to admit it: rarely. I buy books that I want to read. But like almost every other academic these days, I use digital copies of books that I just need to consult.

I understand the cold financial logic of getting rid of enormous collections of books that are never used (a previous librarian could tell me the exact housing costs for each square meter of books, in a city like Amsterdam where space it extremely expensive). But even apart from the well-established fact that digital books are much more vulnerable than physical ones and may simply not survive the future development of technology (take a moment to imagine what that means!), some unquantifiable quality gets lost forever if one can no longer smell and turn the yellowed pages in a book that was published a hundred years ago. They have an aura.

Most of all, I’m saddened by the managerial “presentist” mentality of not being worried all too much about the destruction of cultural and intellectual heritage. I’ll never forget a small exchange I once had in a café, when somebody asked me what I did for a living and I told her that I was a historian. For several seconds she looked at me with a stunned expression on her face, and finally managed to blurt out: “but… but… it’s over!” She just couldn’t fathom that somebody would be interested in the past.

In fairness, here’s a response from a librarian:

Former academic library director here. This is one of the true occasions in which there is a valid “both sides” argument and to a librarian faced with conflicting needs, there’s no true victor. It’s both win-win and lose-lose.

It was amazing how with one click of an auto-signature I added 10k books to the collection overnight. And when a researcher needed something we could acquire in within three hours rather than the processing time it took to acquire a physical copy. (Note my language: I do not distinguish between e-books and real books. They are all “real.”) You could get an item to a researcher no matter where they were as long as they had internet. They could access an entire collection remotely. (And yes, I actually have a micro fracture in one collarbone from too many years of poorly carrying a book bag!)

At the same time, as has been remarked: browsing a physical collection allows for greater opportunities for serendipitous discovery. Holding an item, marking a physical item allows for greater engagement and recall than what has been called “skimmy dipping” a digital text.

Digital books and physical books, ebooks and tree-books— both have and provide different values and needs. When I was director and made choices I would sometimes go through a decision tree: will we want this for a permanent part of the collection? Is this only helping one person and needn’t occupy valuable and limited shelf space? Will multiple users want or need simultaneous access to the text? &c. It’s a fraught balancing act between access and ownership, shrinking budget and space as publishing continues to pump out more (and more expensive) works.

TLDR? Housing an academic collection especially at the doctoral level is a lose-lose scenario.

Most of the other commenters share my despair.

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Feb. 8th, 2026 12:47 pm
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We're going to a superbowl gathering today. It's with the usual suspects, so it'll be a nice social gathering, which is the reason I'm going. I'm going to settle in a corner of the living room with my hand sewing project and be utterly confused by what is happening on screen; to say I'm not a football person is an amazing understatement. 

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I'm starting to feel much better thanks to the THIRD FUCKING ROUND of steroids and antibiotics. Everyone cross your fingers that this takes care of it all. But I still have to remind myself that I'm recuperating, and I've got :: waves hands vaguely :: the back thing, so I have to be even more mindful of what I do and how I move. I am very bad at remembering all of this.

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OH MY GOD I WANT TO DYE MY HAIR. But it's fascinating to see how much white has taken over the front of it. 

sunday later

Feb. 8th, 2026 02:42 pm
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My three kids: Jules, Chloe and Johnny. Next I want to make them for the three grandkids and their partners. Have a whole family of them. I'm planning a tiger for Hazel, a bat for Jordan... Is making stuffed toys enough of a purpose in life? I feel like there should be something more important but I don't know what.

A sunny blue sky day. Only 12F though.

I guess I need to start thinking about making dinner.
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The children are playing Roblox* together, and there are many joyous shouts of "I've found a tunnel, go in the yellow one! I'll check the door!" from the next room. Clearly having a lovely time.

*Safe, from my understanding, so long as they talk to nobody and spend no money.
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