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Passing thoughts
Mar. 5th, 2021 03:01 pmSometimes I trip across an example of that intensely weird "you can only be in fandom until you're 30" thing that some of the kidlets have been taught to parrot these days. And sometimes it annoys me, and sometimes it just makes me shake my head, and then again sometimes it makes me think...
Melville was 57 when he wrote very thinly veiled self-insert expies of himself and Hawthorne falling in love for 18,000 lines of an epic poem about war and politics and religion and sex and identity.
(That was Clarel, if you're wondering, and they also had a bit of a threesome going on with the young title character.)
So you know, A) Rolfe/Vine 4evar and B) you never age out.
Melville was 57 when he wrote very thinly veiled self-insert expies of himself and Hawthorne falling in love for 18,000 lines of an epic poem about war and politics and religion and sex and identity.
(That was Clarel, if you're wondering, and they also had a bit of a threesome going on with the young title character.)
So you know, A) Rolfe/Vine 4evar and B) you never age out.
Oh right, new year
Jan. 1st, 2021 12:14 pmI'm still alive! Have a really excellent fireworks simulation.
I haven't killed a single one of my faculty, though it was a close run thing with one or two. I didn't even covertly pass the hat to put out a hit on the uni president for trying to do an in-person Fall! I figure the county public health people are very probably on top of that one already, though I've got a couple bucks to chip in if they'd like.
September and its outskirts did kind of burn me out, though, so I've mostly been grinding along at survival level for the past couple months. Two extra vacation days were pathetic compensation, but still nice to have. I feel mostly human again. Nice comments on my fic kept me going more than once, so allow me to generally thank everyone in fandom who's made a point of commenting this past year; it really, really helped.
Favorite fan-accomplishment: the Lodestone XiYao arc. I was honestly surprised that I wrote at all, this past year, much less another novel length fix-it, but that's the human brain for you. Falling into the quite lively Untamed fandom was certainly a good thing to have happen, even if I do feel a persistent desire to beat parts of that fandom over the head with copies of Science and Civilization in China.
Most entertaining coping method: vacation planning. I now have a whole list of places to vacation when that is possible again, ranging from cabins in the Smokies to Grand Traverse Resort. Also, Smoky Mountain cabins are dirt cheap for the amenities, just saying.
Best silver lining: not having to drive when it's snow and ice out.
And now: onward to vaccination and a new president!
I haven't killed a single one of my faculty, though it was a close run thing with one or two. I didn't even covertly pass the hat to put out a hit on the uni president for trying to do an in-person Fall! I figure the county public health people are very probably on top of that one already, though I've got a couple bucks to chip in if they'd like.
September and its outskirts did kind of burn me out, though, so I've mostly been grinding along at survival level for the past couple months. Two extra vacation days were pathetic compensation, but still nice to have. I feel mostly human again. Nice comments on my fic kept me going more than once, so allow me to generally thank everyone in fandom who's made a point of commenting this past year; it really, really helped.
Favorite fan-accomplishment: the Lodestone XiYao arc. I was honestly surprised that I wrote at all, this past year, much less another novel length fix-it, but that's the human brain for you. Falling into the quite lively Untamed fandom was certainly a good thing to have happen, even if I do feel a persistent desire to beat parts of that fandom over the head with copies of Science and Civilization in China.
Most entertaining coping method: vacation planning. I now have a whole list of places to vacation when that is possible again, ranging from cabins in the Smokies to Grand Traverse Resort. Also, Smoky Mountain cabins are dirt cheap for the amenities, just saying.
Best silver lining: not having to drive when it's snow and ice out.
And now: onward to vaccination and a new president!
Literal roses
Dec. 21st, 2020 05:08 amRoses for me. Also for yuletide, but mostly for me. Sometimes the roses in your life just need to be literal.
Mirrored from Leaf Piles.
Victory Flowers
Nov. 7th, 2020 11:08 pmFresh flowers for celebration! This bouquet was so full that it has a front and a back view.
The Halloween flowers have moved to the table and become an all-chrysanthemum affair.
Mirrored from Leaf Piles.
I feel like the specifically-halloween flowers are a good picture for today.
Mirrored from Leaf Piles.
Right on time
Nov. 1st, 2020 01:16 pmFirst snow of the year, here, in very blustery flurries that don't stick except on the very tips of my porch plants and on fallen leaves.
This year is so seasonable, here, I'm not sure I know what to do with it. I was afraid we'd have another scorched Fall, but no, the autumn rains arrived just in time to make all the colors come out brilliantly. Even the oaks turned a really astonishing dark red, this year, and the sugar maples practically turned neon pink. And now it's all ragged yellows and rusts and washed out greens, leaves two thirds down, and the begonias and chrysanthemums hitting their marathoner's high right on time. And I got my new strings of little solar lights up on the porch just in time to have the proper, heart-deep satisfaction of light-in-the-darkness familiar to all dwellers in the "temperate" zones.
So happy new year to those celebrating it now. Me, I'm making my first pot of chili of the season.
This year is so seasonable, here, I'm not sure I know what to do with it. I was afraid we'd have another scorched Fall, but no, the autumn rains arrived just in time to make all the colors come out brilliantly. Even the oaks turned a really astonishing dark red, this year, and the sugar maples practically turned neon pink. And now it's all ragged yellows and rusts and washed out greens, leaves two thirds down, and the begonias and chrysanthemums hitting their marathoner's high right on time. And I got my new strings of little solar lights up on the porch just in time to have the proper, heart-deep satisfaction of light-in-the-darkness familiar to all dwellers in the "temperate" zones.
So happy new year to those celebrating it now. Me, I'm making my first pot of chili of the season.
Cerulian, learn how to program a Mac app
Oct. 27th, 2020 02:07 pmCerulian, wtf kind of file path was /that/?!
Okay, for anyone else who may be wondering, as of version 6 for Mac, the file path to where Trillian locally stores chat logs on a Mac is:
Home -> Library -> Containers -> com.cerulianstudios.trillian.osx -> Data -> Library -> Application Support -> Trillian -> Users -> [yourusername] -> logs
Yes, for real. There are a really insane number of recursive aliases back to Home and Library folders stuck in there, and Cerulian built an extra Application Support folder down this access path. I had to sit there and stare for a while, mouthing 'what the fuck' at the screen, and that's after my disbelief over technology shenanigans has, frankly, been hung by the neck until dead by various of my faculty this year.
I promptly created a shortcut for the Trillian folder and stuffed it into the Library where I can find it again.
Okay, for anyone else who may be wondering, as of version 6 for Mac, the file path to where Trillian locally stores chat logs on a Mac is:
Home -> Library -> Containers -> com.cerulianstudios.trillian.osx -> Data -> Library -> Application Support -> Trillian -> Users -> [yourusername] -> logs
Yes, for real. There are a really insane number of recursive aliases back to Home and Library folders stuck in there, and Cerulian built an extra Application Support folder down this access path. I had to sit there and stare for a while, mouthing 'what the fuck' at the screen, and that's after my disbelief over technology shenanigans has, frankly, been hung by the neck until dead by various of my faculty this year.
I promptly created a shortcut for the Trillian folder and stuffed it into the Library where I can find it again.
All the Alstroemeria
Oct. 9th, 2020 11:12 pmThe October bouquet gave in kind of early, so it got replaced with one of all-alstroemeria, which held up much better.
Mirrored from Leaf Piles.
Autumn in the sun
Oct. 8th, 2020 12:20 amThe surviving flowers for this month are still very heart-pleasing, especially when when I feel rather dried out and ragged myself.
Mirrored from Leaf Piles.
Autumn-ragged
Oct. 2nd, 2020 10:57 pmAppropriately ragged autumn bouquet, this month.
With bonus decorative gourds.
Mirrored from Leaf Piles.
Die in a FIRE, Stablehost, die! Oh my god, that's two months of journal and fic comments I DIDN'T GET and the fucking spam filter won't give them back! Aaaaaaaaa!
...erm, for anyone I didn't reply to, I'm so sorry, it's the spam filter, not you.
*goes to try to find fic comments*
...erm, for anyone I didn't reply to, I'm so sorry, it's the spam filter, not you.
*goes to try to find fic comments*
So, the term is rolling, and no one is dead yet, including the instructor who took up eight hours of three different consultants' time tutoring her in making recordings only to decide that she would use one of the Lecture Capture enabled conference room 'studios' instead, "thanks anyway". And that was a very close one.
But today, today I may have slain someone, and I'm not sorry at /all/.
Someone from Perusall (collaborative annotation tool) popped up in Boss's inbox saying that we have so many instructors using Perusall now, isn't that great, and this is usually when they start negotiations for a site license; is she the person to talk to?
Background: Perusall is installed at root, in our Canvas instance, and any instructor in the Uni can activate it in their course with no restrictions. This is specifically because Perusall, three years back, suggested doing so and promised they were and would remain a free tool, subsidized by their sweetheart deals with textbook publishers.
So I saw red, told Boss I'd deal with it, and promptly forwarded the email to central IT's software licensing group, with a note that they were the unit who could talk about whole-university site licensing, and also, just incidentally, that if they were exploring licensing they might want to compare features and price points on Hypothes.is, the other annotation tool I know some instructors use; that either tool would work just as well for all the use-cases I know of, if we have to pick one. And then I dropped a note to the Harmonize rep that if they can push up text-annotation in their development queue, I could write a /very/ convincing sole-source argument for adopting them instead of Perusall.
*smiles sweetly and coldly*
NO ONE tries to shake MY College down for license money, buddy, not and walks away after.
But today, today I may have slain someone, and I'm not sorry at /all/.
Someone from Perusall (collaborative annotation tool) popped up in Boss's inbox saying that we have so many instructors using Perusall now, isn't that great, and this is usually when they start negotiations for a site license; is she the person to talk to?
Background: Perusall is installed at root, in our Canvas instance, and any instructor in the Uni can activate it in their course with no restrictions. This is specifically because Perusall, three years back, suggested doing so and promised they were and would remain a free tool, subsidized by their sweetheart deals with textbook publishers.
So I saw red, told Boss I'd deal with it, and promptly forwarded the email to central IT's software licensing group, with a note that they were the unit who could talk about whole-university site licensing, and also, just incidentally, that if they were exploring licensing they might want to compare features and price points on Hypothes.is, the other annotation tool I know some instructors use; that either tool would work just as well for all the use-cases I know of, if we have to pick one. And then I dropped a note to the Harmonize rep that if they can push up text-annotation in their development queue, I could write a /very/ convincing sole-source argument for adopting them instead of Perusall.
*smiles sweetly and coldly*
NO ONE tries to shake MY College down for license money, buddy, not and walks away after.
Ah, I forgot to mention to my dwircle! I'm starting a sort of photo-journal over on my (really quite old) website, and you'll probably be seeing the back-dated posts in your reading list. Journalpress is a lovely crossposting WP plugin, but it isn't quite sophisticated enough to check the "don't show on reading pages" box when posting back-dated.
So, yeah, flowers and cat pictures incoming.
So, yeah, flowers and cat pictures incoming.
Posting one of my favorite quotes, today, just because I think we could do with remembering it.
"I talk about the gods, I am an atheist. But I am an artist too, and therefore a liar. Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth."
--Ursula K. LeGuin
"I talk about the gods, I am an atheist. But I am an artist too, and therefore a liar. Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth."
--Ursula K. LeGuin
Yes, we get it
Aug. 24th, 2020 12:50 pmSo, one week to go before classes start at Umich. Students are already on the move. Preparations are at peak "omg aaaaaaaa". Umich has still not admitted that we have to give up the on-campus classes and do fully remote again.
And Zoom goes down.
And the shiny new ticket system also goes down.
And power is down for coming up on half the central campus buildings, right when new-tech installation and training on same is at fever pitch.
*just puts her head down and giggles, probably sounding a bit unhinged* Yeah, 2020, we get it. You can stop any time now, really.
And Zoom goes down.
And the shiny new ticket system also goes down.
And power is down for coming up on half the central campus buildings, right when new-tech installation and training on same is at fever pitch.
*just puts her head down and giggles, probably sounding a bit unhinged* Yeah, 2020, we get it. You can stop any time now, really.
*crawls back onto the internet like a small animal onto one of those life-saving pool floats, bedraggled and wild-eyed, and lies there panting*
Oh my god, you guys, the entire world of education is losing its collective mind. Every week there's a different decision about what we're going to do for Fall. Faculty are frantic. Students are frantic. Engineering is going full throttle to get the new recording/streaming tech into 268 teaching spaces in the span of four weeks. If we actually wind up fully online, they're probably going to hunt down the Uni president and strangle him with ethernet cable, and no jury in the land would convict them. My instructional designers are running flat out trying to help all the instructors figure out WTF they're going to do about fall courses and cornering like mo-fos every time directives change, and I just hope nobody wipes out. I'm madly writing website pages of recommendations and directions and guidance, because no one else has time to, I think my fingers are going to fall off, and if the Support Services director says one more word about making every content page a knowledgebase article in the ticketing system I swear I'm going to put out a hit on him. Also, I have three, possibly four, new tools lined up to pilot because everyone keeps screaming about the inadequacy of the discussion tools (they're not wrong), and while it's gratifying to have vendors line up to kiss my toes it's also /very wearing to arrange all this/.
My counterpart over in the Med School had a bottle of tequila hand-delivered to my door when I agreed to help get her prospective iClicker specialist up to speed. It's just that kind of world right now.
I've had to leave off coffee completely, lest I never be ulcer-free. My current coping mechanism is to finally replace my tea-brewing equipment in glass, like I've been meaning to, and audition new teas for my collection. My kitchen counter is a positive riot of color-coded tea canisters. It's feeding my need for /some/ order in my life, at any rate.
And of course this is the time that the "yes, but what about Qin Su" bunny decides to come chew on my ankle. *hands* Because why not.
...actually, Qin Su is a little terrifying, when you catch her right. Madam Jin is about to acquire a student.
Oh my god, you guys, the entire world of education is losing its collective mind. Every week there's a different decision about what we're going to do for Fall. Faculty are frantic. Students are frantic. Engineering is going full throttle to get the new recording/streaming tech into 268 teaching spaces in the span of four weeks. If we actually wind up fully online, they're probably going to hunt down the Uni president and strangle him with ethernet cable, and no jury in the land would convict them. My instructional designers are running flat out trying to help all the instructors figure out WTF they're going to do about fall courses and cornering like mo-fos every time directives change, and I just hope nobody wipes out. I'm madly writing website pages of recommendations and directions and guidance, because no one else has time to, I think my fingers are going to fall off, and if the Support Services director says one more word about making every content page a knowledgebase article in the ticketing system I swear I'm going to put out a hit on him. Also, I have three, possibly four, new tools lined up to pilot because everyone keeps screaming about the inadequacy of the discussion tools (they're not wrong), and while it's gratifying to have vendors line up to kiss my toes it's also /very wearing to arrange all this/.
My counterpart over in the Med School had a bottle of tequila hand-delivered to my door when I agreed to help get her prospective iClicker specialist up to speed. It's just that kind of world right now.
I've had to leave off coffee completely, lest I never be ulcer-free. My current coping mechanism is to finally replace my tea-brewing equipment in glass, like I've been meaning to, and audition new teas for my collection. My kitchen counter is a positive riot of color-coded tea canisters. It's feeding my need for /some/ order in my life, at any rate.
And of course this is the time that the "yes, but what about Qin Su" bunny decides to come chew on my ankle. *hands* Because why not.
...actually, Qin Su is a little terrifying, when you catch her right. Madam Jin is about to acquire a student.
[Fic] The River's Grace
Jul. 27th, 2020 12:15 pmFandom/Arc: The Untamed / Lodestone
Characters/Pairings: Jiang Wanyin, Jiang Yanli, Wei Wuxian, Wen Ning, Wen Qing, Wen Qing/Jiang Wanyin
Summary: Wen Qing isn’t used to being the one protected, but somehow Jiang Yanli keeps managing it.
Meta: Drama, Fluff, a touch of Romance, I-3
Word Count: 8038
Read: Ink Burns | AO3
Characters/Pairings: Jiang Wanyin, Jiang Yanli, Wei Wuxian, Wen Ning, Wen Qing, Wen Qing/Jiang Wanyin
Summary: Wen Qing isn’t used to being the one protected, but somehow Jiang Yanli keeps managing it.
Meta: Drama, Fluff, a touch of Romance, I-3
Word Count: 8038
They went down the stairs and through two courtyards that looked considerably scruffier and more lived-in than the guest quarter usually did, dark wood rails draped with drying laundry along one side. Jiang sect cultivators frowned at the crimson of her robes, but stepped back out of their way and bowed as Jiang Yanli swept her on by. Wen Qing’s heart clenched with how much it reminded her of Wen cultivators giving way before her as she glared them out of her brother’s path.
Read: Ink Burns | AO3
Fandom/Arc: The Untamed / Lodestone
Characters/Pairings: Lan Wangji, Lan Xichen, Meng Yao, Nie Huaisang, Wei Wuxian, Wen Ning, Wen Qing, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, Lan Xichen/Meng Yao
Summary: In the wake of Phoenix Mountain, everyone starts to settle into the futures they’ve found for themselves.
Meta: Drama, Romance, Porn, I-4
Word Count: 2872
Read: Ink Burns | AO3
Characters/Pairings: Lan Wangji, Lan Xichen, Meng Yao, Nie Huaisang, Wei Wuxian, Wen Ning, Wen Qing, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, Lan Xichen/Meng Yao
Summary: In the wake of Phoenix Mountain, everyone starts to settle into the futures they’ve found for themselves.
Meta: Drama, Romance, Porn, I-4
Word Count: 2872
“You were right.” His husband smiled at him, soft and rueful. “Mingjue-xiong agrees that it should be me.” And then his smile quirked a little. “So does Pan-guniang, apparently.”
“I’m not surprised. She had the very closest of views, of you bringing half the cultivation world to a halt simply by standing and taking no action. Even if she were shaky on her philosophy, that would have been a bit hard to miss.” He laid aside his own papers and reports and crossed the room to kneel by Xichen’s writing table. “Would it make you unhappy, to do this?” If the answer was yes, then he’d find someone else.
Read: Ink Burns | AO3
[Fic] Becoming the Phoenix - Ten (10/11)
Jul. 12th, 2020 03:02 pmFandom/Arc: The Untamed / Lodestone
Characters/Pairings: Jiang Wanyin, Jiang Yanli, Jin Guangshan, Jin Zixuan, Jin Zixun, Lan Qiren, Lan Wangji, Lan Xichen, Meng Yao, Nie Huaisang, Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, Lan Xichen/Meng Yao
Summary: Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are courting, to everyone’s amusement and/or exasperation. Jin Guangshan is still maneuvering for power, and Meng Yao and Lan Xichen work to stymie him at the Phoenix Mountain night-hunt. In the background, Nie Huaisang plays matchmaker a bit for Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan (who needs all the help he can get), and Wei Wuxian has a long-overdue discussion with his brother.
Meta: Romance, Drama, Action with some violence, I-4
Word Count: 9015
Read: Ink Burns | AO3
Characters/Pairings: Jiang Wanyin, Jiang Yanli, Jin Guangshan, Jin Zixuan, Jin Zixun, Lan Qiren, Lan Wangji, Lan Xichen, Meng Yao, Nie Huaisang, Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian, Lan Xichen/Meng Yao
Summary: Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are courting, to everyone’s amusement and/or exasperation. Jin Guangshan is still maneuvering for power, and Meng Yao and Lan Xichen work to stymie him at the Phoenix Mountain night-hunt. In the background, Nie Huaisang plays matchmaker a bit for Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan (who needs all the help he can get), and Wei Wuxian has a long-overdue discussion with his brother.
Meta: Romance, Drama, Action with some violence, I-4
Word Count: 9015
Meng Yao was almost, a little bit, starting to sympathize with Lan Qiren on the subject of Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian.
Just a little bit.
Read: Ink Burns | AO3
