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Jan. 27th, 2026 07:11 am
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-2F (-19C) right now. Nasty cold. Dave's gone ice fishing again. It's going to be a harder day for him than it was last week before the deep snow came. He pulls a sled with a one man tent on it out to the places where he drills the holes to fish through. I guess some spots are a 1/2 mile to a mile out on the lake. That's a long way to be dragging something. It's even hard for me to just walk in deep snow. It feels like every step is on shifting ground and I'm off balance. I love the look of winter, the snow and the gray tones but I'm not crazy about being cold. Dave's answer to that is always, "you have to dress for it". But I hate wearing long underwear under my pants. I feel like my legs are being held back from moving. It's not my legs anyway that are getting cold and hurting. It's my hands and ears. I do have super warm headgear now. I crocheted a combo scarf/hood recently that when I add it to a knit cap makes me pretty impervious to face and ear cold. Now I need to solve the hand problem. My thin everyday gloves with touchscreen fingertips don't really keep my hands that warm. When I wear my thick wool gloves my hands stay warm but I have to keep taking the gloves off if I want to take a picture with my phone. I put the gloves under my arm and then I forget and they fall into the snow and I have snow in my gloves! I hate that. So I ordered a pair of merino wool gloves with touch screen fingertips. They might get here today. That would be great.

*****

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Just a start but I like it even at this stage. I was thinking about "compartment". Later I'll paint or draw things in those rectangles.

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It's when stuff like this happens that I really enjoy painting.

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I finished the bigger baby-friendly elephant yesterday. I personally like the smaller tighter version better. Dave says he likes the bigger one.

The plan today to have a pajama day, be housebound and make a smaller version of a rabbit. First though I want to post this, get the chicken chores done, feed the insiders and eat some breakfast.

Bus life

Jan. 27th, 2026 07:21 am
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This storm brought in enough snowfall that it seemed prudent to take the bus today instead of attempting to bike through any lingering questionable conditions.

But one cannot assume that buses will run on schedule in these conditions, either. So if a person absolutely has to be on time (for instance, if they are the instructor for the 4-hour lab), it is prudent to plan on taking the bus scheduled for earlier rather than the bus that is supposed to arrive on time. Thus, I figured I should start making my way over to the bus stop at 6 am, to ensure I arrived before the start of the 8:30 am lab. Thankfully, this week's lab doesn't require anything like an extra hour to anesthetize frogs, or extra prep the day before that I wouldn't have gotten to due to the snow cancellation.

When I sat down at 5:45 am to eat some breakfast and drink some coffee before setting out, I also decided to take a look at the actual bus schedule, just in case. That turned out to be a good decision; the bus to campus only runs once every half hour, and it looked like if I hustled right then and there, I might be able to make it to the stop in time to catch a bus with ample time to get to campus. The bus after that one would be more questionable. With that, I poured the rest of my coffee in my thermos, packaged up the rest of breakfast, pulled on my snow pants, and hit the sidewalk; part of all these calculations is hoofing it a good 1.5 miles over to the stop so I'm not dealing with the extra scheduling logistics and stress of a transfer between two buses.

The scheduled bus was about 10 minutes late, which was perfect. That means the whole commute only took about an hour an 10 minutes, instead of something more like an hour and 40 minutes if I'd missed that bus. And I now have plenty of time to get ready for lab.

So now I just need to think about how I will get home at the end of the day. I may be able to hitch a ride with a colleague who lives nearby, if our schedules align, although I have a meeting scheduled for 6-6:30 and a lot depends whether the afternoon lab runs all the way until 5:30 pm. I don't really mind the exercise of that 1.5 mile walk, it's just the stress of getting to the bus stop at the right time that is the worst, and the time it eats up.

I will attempt to bike in tomorrow. The main roads are pretty well cleared today, so even if I have to walk some sections that will still be far faster, more convenient, and less stressful than the bus.

Arena, Iris

Jan. 26th, 2026 07:53 pm
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California is basking in reasonable temperatures and even sun.  It did freeze last night but warmed right up. 
Yesterday's chore was to "groom" the arena.  This required taking the tractor down from the house, a distance of about 2 miles in the chilly morning air.  Before hooking up the drag I made a faint effort to move some sand from the south side of the arena where the sand is thick, to the middle where there are some dips that become pools when it rains. I did get some sand moved we will see if it did any good in the next good rainstorm. Got the whole thing dragged, fluffing up the sand and hopefully killing all the grass that had germinated.  Took about four passes over each square foot of sand in a 140 x 250 ft rectangle.  With that done I got out the sprayer and sprayed the edges for the second time this year.  I suspect there will be a third time as well. There was spray leftover to use on the weeds in the pastures. Almost all the plants I target are mustard, dock and fiddleneck.  Horses don't eat any of them unless starving. Dock and mustard can take over a pasture, reducing the area that can be grazed dramatically.  Both plants are perennial in this climate. Mustard at least has the advantage of fixing nitrogen in the soil, but that isn't enough for me to want it in the pastures. 
Today's chores involved  paperwork and a trip to town to take iris starts to a lady, plus grocery shopping.  
Rain tomorrow, the first rain since Jan 8th.  Apparently a one day wonder before it goes back to being reasonably warm and sunny. 

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Jan. 26th, 2026 10:41 pm
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Like several other people on my reading list, including [personal profile] osprey_archer (post here) and [personal profile] troisoiseaux (post here, I was compelled by the premise of I Leap Over the Wall: A Return to the World After 28 Years In A Convent, a once-bestselling (but now long out-of-print) memoir by a British woman who entered a cloister in 1914, lived ten years as a nun, decided it wasn't for her, lived another almost twenty years as a nun out of stubbornness, and exited in 1941, having missed quite a lot of sociological developments in the interim! including talking films! and underwire bras! and not one, but two World Wars!

Obviously Baldwin did not know that WWI was about to happen right as she went into a convent, but she does explain that she came out in the middle of WWII more or less on purpose, out of an idea that it would be easier to slide herself back into things when everything was chaotic and unprecedented anyway than to try to establish a life for herself as The Weird Ex Nun in more normal times. Unclear how well this strategy paid off for her, but you can't say she didn't give it an effort. Baldwin was raised extremely upper-class -- she was related to former Prime Minister Stanley Baldwin, among others -- but exited the convent pretty much penniless, so while she did have a safety net in terms of various sets of variously judgmental relations who were willing to put her up, she spends a lot of the book valiantly attempting to take her place among the workers of the world. And these are real labor jobs, too -- 'ex-nun' is not a resume booster, and most of the things she felt actually qualified to do for a living based on her convent experience (librarianship, scholarship, etc) required some form of degree, so much of the work she does in this book are things like being a land girl, or working in a canteen. She doesn't enjoy these jobs, and she rarely does them long, but you have to respect her for giving it the old college try, especially when she's constantly in a state of profound and sustained culture shock.

Overall, Baldwin does not enjoy the changes to the world since she left it. She does not enjoy having gone in a beautiful young girl with her life ahead of her, and come out a middle-aged woman who's missed all the milestones that everyone around her takes for granted. She does, however, profoundly enjoy her freedom, and soon begins to cherish an all-consuming dream of purchasing a Small House of her Very Own where she can do whatever the hell she wants whenever the hell she wants. After decades in a convent, you can hardly blame her for this. On the other hand -- fascinatingly, to me -- it's very clear that Baldwin still somewhat idealizes convent life, despite the fact that it obviously made her deeply miserable. She has long conversations with her judgmental relatives, and long conversations with us, the reader, in which she tries to convince them/us of the real virtues of the cloister; of the spiritual value of deep, deliberate, constant self-sacrifice and self-abegnation; of the fact that it's important, vital and necessary that some people close themselves away from work in the world to focus on the exclusive pursuit of God. It is good that people do this, it's spiritual and heroic, it's simply -- unfortunately -- the only case in which she's ever known the church to be wrong in assessing who does or does not have a genuine vocation after the novice period -- not for her.

Baldwin is a fascinating and contradictory person and I enjoyed spending time with her quite a bit. I suspect she wouldn't much enjoy spending time with me; she will keep going to London and observing neutrally that it seems the streets are much more full of Jews than they were before she went into the convent, faint shudder implied. At another point she confesses that although she'd left the convent with 'definite socialist tendencies,' actually working among the working people has changed her mind for the worse: 'the people' now impressed me as full of class prejudice and an almost vindictive envy-hatred-malice fixation towards anyone who was richer, cleverer, or in any way superior to themselves. Still, despite her preoccupations and prejudices, her voice is interesting, and deeply eccentric, and IMO she's worth getting to know. This is a woman, an ex-nun, who takes Le Morte D'Arthur as her beacon of hope and guide to life. Le Morte! You really can't agree with it, but how can you not be compelled?

The wind is blowing the planes around

Jan. 26th, 2026 06:48 pm
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Mailing our census form back to the city turned out to be slightly more of a Shackletonian trek than I had prepared for, not because I had failed to notice the maze of sidewalks and driveways tunneled out of the snow-walls on our street or the thick-flocked snowfall that had restarted around sunset, but because I had expected some neighbor to have snowblown or at least shoveled the block with the post box on it. It stood amid magnificent, inviolate drifts. I waded. At 18 °F and wind chill, my hands effectively quit on me within five minutes, but even between their numbness and my camera's increasing preference not to, I did manage to take a couple of pictures I liked.

Laughter doesn't always mean. )

JSTOR showcased Laura Secord with the result that I had to listen, thanks these aeons ago to [personal profile] ladymondegreen, to Tanglefoot.

It is a sign of how badly the last three years in particular have accordioned into one another that my reaction to discovering last year's new album from Brivele was the pleased surprise that it followed so soon on their latest EP. I am intrigued that they cover the Young'uns' "Cable Street" (2017), which has for obvious reasons been on my mind.

I can find no further details on the secretary from the North Midlands who appears in the second half of this clip from This Week: Lesbians (1965), but if there was any justice in the universe the studio should have been besieged with letters from interested women, because in explaining the problems of dating, she's a complete delight. "Well, that's the difficulty. In a way, it means that I have to keep making friends with people because I can't find out unless I make friends with them and then if they are lesbian, there's hope for me, but even then there isn't hope unless they happen to take to me!"

monday later

Jan. 26th, 2026 04:25 pm
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I feel assaulted by memories of animal deaths and terrible things right now. The time of year, the month and the deep snow. On Jan 25 in 1983 my beloved Lady was put to sleep and that was also the day that Pat and I called it quits. I felt very bereft when I came home with Lady's body and found that Pat had moved his stuff out of our bedroom while I was at the vet's. All I could do was scream and kick the boxes of my stuff that he had packed up and brought to the bedroom that was going to start to be just mine. The ground was dry that year and we had already dug the grave for Lady, we knew her time was near. I laid her down by myself and started covering her with dirt. Nanny goat was nearby watching me crying and stepping on the grave to tamp the dirt down. I opened the gate and she came out and if you can believe it, she started to step up and down on the grave too as if she understood. The other memory I have was in January of 1964 when I as a little 10 year old was walking our dog Trixy down back. He started to have convulsions and collapsed while we were down over the hill. I can remember carrying him home through the deep snow, crying - how difficult it was. Yesterday slogging through the deep snow when we were walking to the creek with Andy took me back to that day. This new loss of a pet (Skye) is just one more sad memory to add to this season. Though Skye is still with us I know now with absolute certainty that there will be nothing to save her. After doing the ultrasound today they could see that her liver is too involved and there is no way to remove the mass. I could have put her to sleep today I suppose. I know some people would have and I don't see anything wrong with that but I couldn't. She had a good week last week getting lots of attention and enjoying her food and hopefully she'll have another good week or two, or three (?) to do that. When she can't enjoy those things it will be time.

I think I am different from some people in how attached I can get to animals, though I know there are a lot of other people who feel the same. When I was a little kid I can remember lying on the floor with Trixy and seeing how he had eyes the same as me, a mouth, a voice, thoughts, teeth and a tongue, ears, elbows, toes and fingers, fingernails, heels, knees, ribs and all the other things that I had too. I was an animal. We looked different but we were basically the same. It wasn't enough to realize that all humans are brothers but all animals are brothers too.

Anyway...
Onward.

a path totally devoid of empathy

Jan. 26th, 2026 02:59 pm
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After much deliberation, I have come to the conclusion that I guess I would have been a Nazi.

Yes, I know that opening sentence is inflammatory, click-baity even, but please bear with me, because I think this topic, which is actually more of a hypothetical thought experiment, is really worth discussing, as it reveals something about our personal ethics.

Last night, a friend and I were talking about current events, particularly the ICE situation, and the conversation inevitably landed on Nazi Germany. After some lengthy back and forth, the conclusion we came to was that, yes, back in the 1940s, if I had been a German citizen, I would have likely been a Nazi, maybe not ideologically, but I would have been labeled one.

And yes, again, I know this sounds really evil. And maybe it is, I don’t know. I'm still unsure myself. The question of “good” and “evil” was actually the catalyst for this whole conversation, which is something I’ll get into here shortly.

But first, some background. On March 16, 1935, Adolf Hitler introduced universal conscription, basically a draft: any man between the ages of 18 and 45 was subject to military service. Those who denied the call to serve the Nazi war machine were labeled Wehrdienstverweigerer, or “military service refuser,” arrested by the Gestapo, and prosecuted for Kriegsverrat, or “treason in wartime.” And it wasn’t just the refusers who were labeled as traitors, but also their families, the Nazis called this idea “Sippenhaft,” the idea that if someone defied Hitler, that person’s entire family shared moral guilt. The Nazis used this idea to prosecute the families of traitors, evicting them, imprisoning them, and sometimes even sending them to concentration camps.

So, back to my friend’s and my conversation, which was prompted by the recent murders carried out by ICE agents, which we both agreed were unjust and awful. During that conversation, my friend said something that bothered me. He said, “Anyone who works for ICE is evil.” I didn’t, and still don’t, agree with this assertion. Being pretentiously entrenched in Buddhist ideology, I told him that, first, this idea of “good” and “evil” is a harmful duality, that simply labeling people “evil” leads to bad outcomes, as it dehumanizes people and leaves no room for nuance. Second, I told him that these things are more complicated than they seem, that not everyone has a choice in their occupation. To this, my friend retorted, “Sure they do, everyone has a choice; they either enlist for ICE or they don’t. It’s that simple.” And sure, in our current time, maybe he’s right, maybe it is that simple, after all, there is no ICE draft, so maybe he got me there. But, being stubborn, I thought the point I was trying to make was still valid, though I might have been using a bad example, so I posited a hypothetical to try to illustrate my point further. I said, “Let’s say there’s a draft, and all people between this and that age are subject to serve ICE. Would you dodge this draft, labeling yourself a traitor and potentially landing yourself in prison, or would you enlist?” And he said, “Of course I would dodge the draft. What kind of question is that? That’s the only right thing to do.” And I said, “What if, in dodging the draft, your family would also be labeled traitors, and they too would be thrown in prison?” I was trying to illustrate my original point: that these things are more complicated than they seem. And still he said, “I would do the right thing and dodge the draft.” To which I said, “But is that truly the right thing to do here? Isn’t there now more at stake than just yourself?” And he said, “Maybe, but you should always act in accordance with your values and the greater good of society.” So I said, “Even if it gets your family killed?” And it was at this point that my friend assumed, I guess, that I was defending ICE, so he brought Nazis into the mix to illustrate his own point, as evoking Nazis is often the most extreme rhetorical move one can make in these types of debates, so he said, “You’re pretty much saying that if you lived in Nazi Germany, you would be a Nazi.” And me, having a wife and two children, I said, “Yes, maybe I would.” And he said, “Wouldn’t that compromise your values, make you feel terrible?” And I said, “Maybe, but I think I would feel worse if my wife and children died in a concentration camp.” And that’s kind of where we left it.

The whole point I was trying to make was that I have a hard time labeling someone as “evil” without understanding the full systems at play or the person’s entire decision-making process. Like the example above, if there were a draft and your family could be punished if you refused this draft, are you comfortable refusing the draft? At that point, you would not only be making a choice for yourself but also for your entire family, and this choice comes with heavy consequences for everyone involved. Is it fair to force such a choice, such a consequence, on your entire family? In refusing the draft, you may feel good about having stood up for your ideals, but will your son feel good when he’s dying in a concentration camp? “I may be starving, but at least my dad stood up for what he believed.” Sure, you could take your family and try to flee the country, but this also carries a huge risk. And sure, you could say that, in refusing the draft, you’re not the one actually sending your family to the concentration camp, the Nazi state is, and that’s true, you didn’t create the diabolical systems at play here, and those who did create it are more likely the “evil” ones in this scenario, but it’s also true that you’re aware of the consequences in this situation, you’re aware of the fact that if you refused to enlist then your family might be killed, and given you have that awareness of the consequences, your choice now carries a certain responsibility, specifically a responsibility for the wellbeing of your family. So, knowing the consequences, would you still choose to risk your family’s lives, for your own personal ideals? Ideals that, in the grand scheme of things, won’t make any difference? If you refuse the draft, what happens? You die, your family potentially dies, and then the Nazis just recruit some other dude to fight for them, and thus the war machine rages on. Is this individual act of defiance truly worth it?

The potential responses to the draft may be simple in principle, either “yes” or “no,” but the decision tree for those responses is not so simple. You could deny the draft and potentially get your family killed, maybe run away, take your family with you, or you could compromise your values, enlist, and fight for the Nazis, at which point maybe you could do a bad job on purpose, avoid killing people on the battlefield or whatever, sneakily clinging to your idealism while working within the confines of the diabolical system. But which choice is the right one here? It seems morally abhorrent to join the Nazi army, but it also seems morally abhorrent to knowingly risk the lives of your family by not joining the Nazi army.

At some point in the conversation with my friend, I got the impression that he was just not getting it, that maybe my hypothetical was too complicated. So I crafted a new one, a distilled version. I said, “let’s say the Nazis gather you and your family up, put you in a room, hold a gun to your head, then tell you, ‘join the Nazi army right now or I kill you and your entire family.’ What would you do in that situation?” But my friend refused to engage in this new hypothetical; he didn’t even bother to answer the question, instead he said, “That’s ridiculous, that would never happen.”

Oh, but it did happen, my friend. It happened all the time. In Nazi Germany, there may have been a few levels of abstraction between the guns and the heads of your loved ones, but the guns were still squarely pointed there. This happened to millions of people back then. So, knowing this, can we truly call a man “evil” if he’s simply doing what’s best for his family?

I would love to say that if I had been a citizen in Nazi Germany, I would have rebelled against the fascist government and died for my ideals, and maybe I would have done this if I were a single guy with no dependents. But are things ever that simple?

Like the concepts of “good” and “evil,” we often approach these situations from a black-and-white perspective, which leaves no room for nuance, and I believe this kind of thinking leads us down a dark path, a path in which we view those who don’t always make the “morally righteous” choices as vile monsters deserving of nothing more than death.

And is this not the same path as the Nazi ideology, a path totally devoid of empathy?
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In mid-December I was asked if I'd be willing to join my institution's Strategic Planning Committee. I ultimately agreed, although not without some reservations. I learned from a previous committee experience that for me, some committees are preferable over others. Anyway, the Strategic Planning Committee is going to be an interesting committee and process to be a part of, although I'll also admit I'm a little sad because it meant I had to give up my seat on a different committee that's more pedagogically focused, and I was appreciating the opportunity to be involved in discussions related to pedagogy. But I may very well get back to that committee once this iteration of the strategic planning process winds down. And both types of work are clearly needed and important.

Meanwhile, there are aspects of strategic planning processes and outcomes that I somewhat viscerally, vehemently dislike. We have been asked to read over our institution's prior strategic plan as an initial homework assignment. That plan was structured around four identified "pillars" and from reading through things it seems I may have some major and fundamental issues with the entire "experience" pillar. And anyway, the strategic planning document is the sort of thing where I can handle reading a page or two of it at a time, then I need to run off and rampage on other things for a while (e.g. blog! Whee!).

In the meantime, all of this is doing some of what it needs to do, to me. I remember hearing about some events and activities during the previous strategic planning process, but at that time I was checked out of that sort of thing so I wasn't necessarily thinking in these broader terms (was paying more attention to things like earning tenure, surviving teaching, rebuilding the rowing club).

Since I have a larger stake now, that means doing things like asking, "So, how have things gone at the large public university where I got my PhD back in the day, where the institution's president showed up in 2003 with a Big Vision?" (short answer, that Big Vision did indeed transform that institution; it does appear that institution is doing fine and/or well, although that's always a complicated matter to answer). Also continuing to keep tabs on the institution where I earned my bachelor's degree, because it, too, has made some major (and effective-seeming) strategic changes over the years (i.e. it's financially solvent and now able to offer a full scholarship to any incoming student with family income under $150k, but who knows where it is with regards to institutional elitism these days).

Now, these are both quite different institutions from my current one with regards to institution size and prestige, but one of my concerns with this committee is making sure to cast a very wide net when we're thinking about what needs to happen in the future, and my observation is there's a tendency at my institution to be WAY too parochial in our thinking (I kind of see this crop up again and again in the northeastern United States; folks, this country is much bigger than that, Los Angeles isn't a quaint Western backwater).

And in the meantime, I'm thinking, I think I personally need to seek out and get some legal observer training. I think I might also want to learn how to become an election monitor. One of the things that stood out to me from reading about my PhD institution is how its leader talks about helping the institution do a better job of responding to the needs of the broader community it serves. (by contrast, my institution's strategic plan is focused more directly on the students themselves, and only talks about "the broader world" in sweeping generalities).

Anyway, I should get back to reading the next two pages of this document. We shall see how it all goes. Hopefully it will have been a good decision all around to have joined this particular undertaking.

Weather not good for walking

Jan. 26th, 2026 05:15 pm
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Another dreary week regarding weather, so we didn't go for a walk until Saturday, and then only to Penmaenpool and back. It had been very windy overnight and was still rather windy on Saturday morning, so we didn't fancy the forest.

Cader Idris ought to be visible in this photo, but it's hidden by the low cloud. All that can be seen in the v-shaped gap in the hills is a grey mist.

No mountain visible

However, the weather was much better yesterday (Sunday). It was a day when we hold a small Quaker meeting at M's house. I needed to do a top-up food shop so drove to Eurospar, did my shopping and then left the car in their car park. (They don't have a time limit, unlike the Co-op.) I then plodded up the very steep hill to her house. After meeting, the three of us who are the active members held an impromptu follow-up meeting standing in the lovely bright sunshine, admiring the stunning view you get from M's house. Sheltered from the wind, we could even feel warmth in the sunlight. There were also snowdrops in M's hedge.

Snowdrops

And now, of course, it's cold and dark and tipping down with rain. Such a change from yesterday.

This Little House on the Prairie Shit

Jan. 26th, 2026 10:58 am
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We ended up getting about two feet of snow.

Brandi couldn't have been nicer when I finally connected with her, and her husband is out there plowing the driveway now. I will have to go out & shovel the bits that couldn't be plowed and also salt the bits that could be plowed since it's sleeting now, and it's only 20°F, which means every surface is going to ice over. Also, I want to check on the poor chickens. Their coop is a good 100 yards from the house. 100 yards under two feet of snow.

The electricity did not go out, for which I am deeply grateful. The Internet went down, but it is back up now.

I feel mentally exhausted. I do not like this Little House on the Prairie shit at all.

But ya gotta do what ya gotta do.

So onward, fellow humans.

Also, a pep talk.

Jan. 26th, 2026 10:22 am
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KEXP really helped me get through the early parts of the pandemic, most especially John Richards. He knows what he's talking about.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DT-mnptjgYL/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=NTc4MTIwNjQ2YQ==

Revisiting My 2017 Reading List

Jan. 26th, 2026 09:55 am
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Still trotting away on my 2015 book log list (only Project Hail Mary holding me back now!), but I wrapped up 2016 so I decided it was time to post the author list for 2017.

Barbara Cooney - Only Opal (a picture book about Opal Whiteley, one of my minor obsessions)

Jane Langton - Her Majesty Grace Jones

Gary Paulsen - The Cookcamp

E. M. Delafield - I’ll finally continue the Provincial Lady books, unless someone has another recommendation

Chris Van Allsburg - A Kingdom Far and Clear (illustrated by Allsburg rather than written by him, but it’s a Swan Lake retelling so I’ve been meaning to take a crack at it)

E. F. Benson - I’m going to give the Mapp and Lucia novels a go! Should I start at the beginning (Queen Lucia) or is this one of those series where order doesn’t matter, in which case where should I start?

Carol Ryrie Brink - I’ve read all the more easily available ones at this point. Tempted by Four Girls on a Homestead or Strangers in the Forest just for their titles.

C. S. Lewis - I’ve read all the famous ones, I think. Leaning toward The Discarded Image: An Introduction to Medieval and Renaissance Literature right now.

E. Nesbit - The Phoenix and the Carpet

Kate Seredy - The Open Gate

Emily Arnold McCully - Starring Mirette and Bellini (I realize I didn’t post about this one. An inferior sequel to Mirette on the High Wire.)

Julia L. Sauer - Mike’s House

Ngaio Marsh - Singing in the Shrouds

Sarah Pennypacker - Pax (I’ve wanted to read this for YEARS based purely on the Jon Klassen cover. Hopefully the book lives up to it.)

Daphne Du Maurier - I’m thinking it’s going to be The House on the Strand, but open to persuasion if you have words in favor of The Scapegoat, Frenchman’s Creek, or The King’s General.

William Dean Howells

Randa Abdel-Fattah - Does My Head Look Big in This?

Edward Eager - Red Head Another one I didn’t review. A rhyming picture book about a red-headed boy who runs away from home because he’s so cross about being called Red all the time, but he learns to appreciate his red hair when it lights his way home. Illustrated by Louis Slobodkin. Slight. Not up there with Mouse Manor.
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Wow, snow shoveling is a really good core workout.

I warmed up with a round of vacuuming before heading out to re-shovel the sidewalk out front and my bike access out back. I also had to figure it might be wise to do some preliminary work to dig out the car, just in case (although I'd really rather not try and drive in this stuff). I believe we're due for a couple more daytime inches today, and S also asked me to rake the snow off Princess TinyHouse's roof, so the fun isn't over yet.

I do appreciate that it's exercise and fresh air.

I do not appreciate that the company hired to shovel out the apartment building next door came to do the work at 4 am. (understanding the people actually doing the work are probably up against a ton of constraints, it's just...that's a lot of combustion engine noise right outside my window during sleeping hours).

Something to read about Minneapolis

Jan. 26th, 2026 06:55 am
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I'm not sure if this link to an Atlantic article will work for you (supposed to be a gift link but not my gift). But it is interesting for talking about the nature and scope of community organization right now in Minneapolis.

By contrast, hearing about what has happened to protestors throughout Iran has been chilling and awful.

Editing to add: From the article, it's useful to understand what things have been turning points for people - e.g. the fact that everyone's children will witness and be affected by raids on immigrant children. It's also useful to understand what sorts of training opportunities have been created to help people learn how to respond to raids - and this doesn't just mean becoming a first line of resistance. These trainings appear to be useful for understanding how government agents track individuals, to learn how to avoid being tracked if you don't think the government has any business keeping those sorts of records on you. It seems relevant even for individuals who do not feel like they are in a position to function as a legal observer (and besides, we may not have a choice in the matter while going about our everyday lives).

I think it will send me in some different directions in the near future.

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