Some of the stuff is good stuff – some of the problem is here is emotional whiplash – some of which is abrupt relief of stressors like finally getting the rugs and booking movers. Which is good, but often comes not with a good feeling but a shaky, bullet-dodged feeling.
I don't talk about my work-life much here.
One of the things I pride myself on as a therapist is that I apply my therapist skills to the issue of patient attendence, such that I have, I think, a lower rate of non-attendance that typical for therapists seeing similar populations. At least last time I ran some numbers it seemed to bear that out; and more anecdotally, to hear therapists complain about it in our trade mags, apparently getting ghosted by patients is a pretty normal thing for most therapists. But it's vanishingly rare for me.
The unfortunate consequence is that when a patient does ghost me, it has been, an alarming percentage of the time.... a rather more literal "ghosting".
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Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir
Additional Tags: Based on a Tumblr Post, Kwami Swap, Stormy Weather 2 Is Not Canon
Ladybug doesn't believe Chat Noir's gym-socks-and-buttered-popcorn aroma is the result of Plagg's Camembert obsession. And she knows she smells sweet, but she also knows she lives, uh, near a bakery; it's nothing to do with Tikki at all.
...Well, it's probably going to be a strategic benefit if they know how to handle each other's powers, right?
The next morning at school, now...
Last night when I came home late, I found an electrical circuit glitch. I'll tell you about that later, when it is, I hope, fixed: the point here is that I spent about 30 minutes running around, from upstairs where the lights were out to downstairs where the fuse box is, trying to figure out the problem (the breaker hadn't tripped, so what the hey?). Anyway, there I was, rushing about, and so was Tybalt. He was with me almost every step of the way.
Today for the first time since we let him out, B. washed the bedsheets and we made the bed all the way from scratch. This is going to be fun with a cat's help, I said, and it was. For each layer, from the mattress pad on up, Tybalt wanted to be buried underneath it. When we got to the top sheet, the first one that isn't fastened down to all four corners, we let him stay. I was reminded of Seven who, though he didn't participate in making the bed, did like to bury himself underneath the covers, making a notable lump: at least, until he figured out that our apostrophes to "O, sweet lump" a la Pyramus to the Wall, were making fun of him. Then he stopped. I don't think Tybalt will be that choosy.
44. Are there people in your life that bring you down, hold you back, or fail to bring you joy? If so, is there a way that you could rid them from your life or confront them with your problems?
I found myself really needing to work out what the question was asking before I could even begin to think about it. "People in my life" -- how many of the people you meet over the course of the day are actually "people in your life"? And "fail to bring you joy"? Isn't it kind of presumptive to believe that the responsibility of everyone in my life is to bring me personally joy, instead of doing whatever they need to do to keep their own lives running and happy? I wouldn't lay that on anyone. And what about "remove them from your life or confront them with your problems"? Is that really the only desirable outcome for someone who doesn't measure up?
So what I have decided to narrow this down to is asking oneself, "Are there people who wield negativity against you? If so, how do you plan to cope with their negativity?" And to that I answer: Yes, there are people who make negative comments to me or about things I value. And although I will let them know that these comments are contrary to my own beliefs, and will gladly have a conversation on the topic, I will disempower their negativity by not allowing it to have any impact on me. As for expelling them from my life, I see no reason to do so just because they are unhappy enough with how I live and what I do to let me know that; I will just avoid such issues in future exchanges. And I have paid professionals who get to help me deal with my problems; I don't need or want to lay that on others.
Back in 2010, I went in search of the earliest examples of cartoon cursing characters — those playful typographical symbols that have been called "grawlixes" (a term coined by "Beetle Bailey" creator Mort Walker) but which I prefer calling "obscenicons." I detailed my quest in two Language Log posts: "Obscenicons a century ago" and "More on the early days of obscenicons." (The posts were later adapted for Slate's Lexicon Valley blog: "How Did @#$%&! Come to Represent Profanity?") I was able to find comic strips with obscenicons in them going all the way back to Dec. 14, 1902 in Rudolph Dirks' pioneering comic strip "The Katzenjammer Kids," followed shortly thereafter by Gene Carr's "Lady Bountiful" strip starting in Feb. 1903.
I was pleased to learn that my obscenicon posts inspired Phil Edwards of Vox to do his own searching on newspaper databases, and the results can be seen in an entertaining new video, "How #$@!% became shorthand for cursing." Turns out obscenicons can be pushed back even further, to 1901.
I had assumed that Rudolph Dirks was the first to use obscenicons in "The Katzenjammer Kids," since as the Vox video describes, he was responsible for many early comic-strip innovations, like the consistent use of speech balloons. But when it comes to obscenicons, he may have been beaten to the punch by his colleague Gene Carr, as he was developing the character of Lady Bountiful — described by the Lambiek Comiclopedia as "a rich, well-mannered woman who used her wealth to help and adopt poor street children" (modeled after a character of the same name in George Farquhar's 1707 play, The Beaux' Stratagem).
Phil Edwards used Newspapers.com to look through the archives of the San Francisco Examiner, a Hearst-owned newspaper that ran comic strips by both Dirks and Carr. (Pulitzer hired off Carr in 1903 to work for the New York World, the main rival of Hearst's New York Journal.) He discovered the following "Lady Bountiful" strip, published in the Examiner on Nov. 1, 1901.
Here's the panel with obscenicons:
Following Phil's lead, I skimmed through slightly earlier "Lady Bountiful" strips in the Examiner and found this one from Oct. 19, 1901.
In this panel, we can see a proto-obscenicon — just a single starburst followed by an exclamation point.
This strip appeared about two weeks after "Lady Bountiful" was introduced in Hearst papers on Oct. 2, 1901, so it's unlikely that there are any earlier examples to be found in Carr's work. It may still be possible to find Dirks using obscenicons — or proto-obscenicons — before Carr did, since "The Katzenjammer Kids" had been running since 1897. But for now, we should extend a hearty %$#@! to Carr for being the apparent originator of the now-familiar visual representation of words too obscene to print.
It tells you absolutely nothing about the story, but it's a glimpse (what's the auditory equivalent?) of the main actors' performances. ^_^
What I said else-net: "For a second I thought, 'I am disproportionately happy about the fact that they're using honorifics in the subtitle script', because I might actually have cried if they hadn't...and then I remembered the original anime's English subtitle script making Hatsuharu refer to 'Brother Tori' when he says 'Tori-nii'. So actually, I feel okay about my degree of relief.
('BROTHER TORI.' *facepalming forever*)"
(Other) Fannish/Geeky Things
"Watch Live as Captain Marvel's Goose Actor Does Cat Things on YouTube". [io9] (The livestream is long over, but the video's still fun!)
We're getting a Peggy Carter action figure!
"Women weren't excluded from early science fiction: they were erased". [Boing Boing]
"The Status Quo Does Not Need World Building". [Kate Elliott at Tor.com, 2013]
"How Could I Forget the Liberating Weirdness of Madeleine L’Engle?" [Tor.com, 2018]
"20 Truths from 20 Years of Editing".
"The Dos And Don’ts Of Pseudonyms And Author Personas". [March 2018, in response to a then-unfolding fiasco] "Many of the repeat questions I get in the Big Damn Writers’ Question Box are about pseudonyms. Why do you need one, how do you pick one, how do you hide your tracks if you need to? It has never occurred to me to ask the question, “Where is the line with regards to an author persona, and a pseudonym?” So, I’m going to go ahead and lay out what should be common sense when building your author brand."
"I'm A Teenager And I Don't Like Young Adult Novels. Here's Why". [Huffington Post, 2017] (I've read this before, but it's a good, if unsurprising, read.)
Seen all over: "The Modern Trap of Turning Hobbies Into Hustles".
"Roast Chicken Tournament Crowns The Best Recipe Ever: Eight famous roast chicken recipes go head to head in a single-elimination, bracket-style tournament. Like March Madness. Only, with poultry. In October". [Buzzfeed, 2013]
"Mural is Purposely Painted Upside Down to Reflect Right Side Up in the Water".
Via kore, two pieces by Tessa Miller: "Five Things I Wish I’d Known Before My Chronic Illness" and "Sick, Again" [2017; includes some traumatic medical stuff].
Via kate_nepveu, "The Clandestine Cultural Knowledge of Ancient Graffiti: Today we are used to thinking of graffiti as subversive or illegal, but ancient people didn’t necessarily see graffiti in this way at all".
Read it here or at AO3. Based on the Captain Marvel trailers so far.
( No real spoilers, cut just in case )
(While researching slang I found this link: "My Lt. is a cat"! Awww.)
Angie Speaks talks about how social justice mechanisms can be gamed by people cynically accumulating clout and social capital.
Sarah Z talks about how callouts and "cancel culture" disproportionately affect diverse content creators and diverse media.
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 2 of 2, complete
Word count (story only): 1418
:: This story begins after “Breathing Room,” (link to part one) when Bennett very abruptly decides that the talk of “getting away from it all” isn’t just idle chatter, but a very useful stratagem. Told from Jules’ perspective, this is the sea of uncertainty that he’s sailing in at the moment. ::
Back to part one
:: Thanks for reading! ::
Bocce nodded. “I understood that.” He patted Jules on the arm. “That’s one reason why your dad mentioned an apartment from more than a decade ago. It’s a subtle clue and I’ll pass the word that you may have different house rules than Glyn’s, for example. Also, you can tell that Taide isn’t exactly the smoothest hostess.”
“I’m trying,” the young woman defended, and offered an apologetic look to Jules. “I really don’t mean to… break the conversation instead of fix it.”
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what I am curious about, and lacking (ha) the focus etc to track down for myself, is: how does this conception of self-control interact with issues of decision fatigue and executive dysfunction? is self-control being formulated as meaningfully distinct from decision-making?
thank you in advance for indulging my idle curiosity <3
As always, please no negativity in comments. Cut for photos of bookcases and cats.
Here is a shot of my kitchen from a month or so ago.
Here is my kitchen today. (Still need a new table and chair. That is way overdue.)
Here is my memoir bookcase, with Jewish, Chinese, and oversize books on top. (Some overflow memoirs are elsewhere.) You can tell when categories change because the alphabet-by-author starts over from the beginning. It goes something like: My Happy Childhood, My Funny Family, I Love My Family, My Fucked-Up Childhood, My Mental Illness, I Loved Someone Who Died, My Exciting Experience, My Exciting Hobby, My Showbiz Career (Dance, Music, Acting, Directing, Writing), I Live Somewhere Cool, My Civilian Wartime Experience, Let Me Tell You About Religion.
Here is my food bookcase, with Japanese books on top. They're ordered more by size than by category, but the categories are How to Cook, I Like to Cook, I Like to Eat, Regional Food Is The Best.
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It’s now winter, and none of them can fly anymore. Charlotte is away at boarding school, and Emma is rattling around Aviary Hall, lonely and unhappy. Meanwhile, fat and clumsy Bobby Fumpkins, who once flew but was always the straggler vainly trying to be a welcomed member of the group, is also lonely, eating to soothe his unhappiness without recognizing that’s what he’s doing. Emma, like the other kids, is casually mean to him, lashing out at others (not just him) to soothe her unhappiness without recognizing that that’s what she’s doing.
Bobby and Emma begin to share a strange dream, in which they fly every night over a mysterious and shifting landscape. Their shared efforts to understand what’s happening and why lead a prickly but very real friendship, which in turn leads to emotional growth and the beginnings of maturity.
I was waiting with some dread for Bobby to learn not to eat to soothe himself and so slim down as a symbol of his maturing. Neither happens, though he does develop a better relationship with food in other ways – rather than just eating compulsively and alone, he discovers that food can also be used to emotionally bond with others. This comes to a lovely understated climax when he’s unhappy, automatically grabs some peppermints, and gives one to Emma before popping the other in his mouth.
The beginning of the book is rough going due to the realistic depiction of being twelve and miserable and doing things that only make it worse for yourself and others. Once Emma and Bobby make friends, it’s much more enjoyable reading, though its pleasures are the homey ones of friends and self-discovery rather than the transcendence of flight. Their dream-flights are strange and a bit abstract; they're atmospheric but the payoff didn’t 100% work for me as the emotional weight felt like it should be on something else.
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Not as transcendent as The Summer Birds but still interesting and worthwhile.
Emma in Winter
I've booked movers for an arrival between 3pm and 5pm on next Tuesday.
The place I went with, I picked because they were highly recommended and can handle that time window, but also: they have a reasonable price, but also a 10% discount if you pay in cash, which I am happy to do. :D (NTS: I ordered a mattress bag from them, so I don't need to buy one independently.)
I also booked a second pick up of book boxes for this coming Saturday.
Not sure if I mentioned; tn3270 and I have been taking carloads of stuff over, to drain the swamp. Stuff that can be put away in the kitchen and closets, so it's not in the way of rug deployment or the movers.
(Huh, while I was writing this, the old landlord called. I didn't pick up. He doesn't seem to have left a vmail.)
I am more exhausted than I need to be, because I slept terribly, because bad vibrations last night. So that's validating, in case I needed further reminder of why I'm leaving.
Also, I got an email from the property manager that the heating person was coming to check out my bathroom radiator later this morning. This is great, yay repairs, however I delicately let him I know am generally asleep 4am to noon, and that emailing me at 9am about coming by at 11am isn't going to work.
Last night, the toilet at the new place malfunctioned. I discovered that the handle rod had been being attached to the connector thingy on the flap by a – get this – safety pin. An old, rusty safety pin which had finally bent out of shape and let go. I replaced it with a mini ziptie, which will presumably survive the heat death of the universe, and it's fine now. Let the propmgr know though.