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Cooking joy Jul. 15th, 2009 @ 11:09 am
[info]the_lady_lily
I am kind of falling in love with Mark Bitten's Minimalist blog from the New York Times. Mainly because last night, I made a version of his Greek nachos, which were freaking delicious. For those of you that are interested - the main variations were to use Stacey's pita chips for the base rather than make my own, and to cut up a couple of veggie burgers in substitute for lamb. But NOM. Yummy summer food if ever there was.

(I am now trying to work out whether I could try his West African chicken and peanut soup with tempeh substituted in for the chicken.)
Current Mood: pleased

Pop culture ladies Jul. 15th, 2009 @ 12:44 pm
[info]roz_mcclure
Jules is running a Home Team Match competition thing with great women in pop media. It is now in the nomination round.



PS VOTE MARION RAVENWOOD

The meme comes around Jul. 15th, 2009 @ 11:00 am
[info]tree_and_leaf
Here, incidentally, is a meme: the guess the first line of the song meme, which is doing the rounds again. This time my shuffle function picked some rather obscure stuff (as well as some fairly obvious ones, but that's randomness, I suppose)...

1. In sixteen-forty-nine, to St George’s Hill, The world turned upside down, in this instance by Dick Gaughan (though it might have been Billy Bragg), guessed by [info]angevin2

2. Well if I could I surely would O Mary Don't you Weep (by Bruce Springsteen, but it might have been Pete Seeger), guessed by [info]angevin2

3. Although my lover lives in a place I can’t live Come On Home, Franz Ferdinand, guessed by [info]dolabellae

4. Like shadows on the wall, you come and you go

5. I’m not content to be with you in the daytime

6. Me and my wife went all over town

7. All of the boys and the girls here in Paris

8. Joseph’s face was black as night Under African Skies, Paul Simon, guessed by [info]angevin2

9. I’ve sailed the whole world over Across the Line, by Bellowhead, guessed by [info]antisoppist

10. Lay down your sweet and weary head Into the West, by Annie Lennox, guessed by [info]angevin2, who is very good at this game....
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since last we spoke Jul. 15th, 2009 @ 12:34 am
[info]travisezell


Cassie has been working on sound design and music supervision for Every Room is Empty, and we're on our way to a real film, for real submissions.

Amazon.com shipped me The State on DVD, which I am voraciously watching with delight and nostalgia.

I built (assembled) a dresser in my room and cleaned it up. It's a bedroom now. With an office. It's real close to complete. It's good.

I wrote five pages and figured out how to reboot Mexico. I'm trying to hold on to momentum but the next couple days may prove challenging, as may this weekend. But talking to Jeff helped a lot and I think I have a better idea of my (very different) characters and why they're going down, and how the whole thing starts. It's tighter and less bland, but I still think it could use a shot in the arm of wit.

I'm trying to eat better, not a leaps-and-bounds total change but a gradual move toward health. If I take baby-steps the lifestyle shift will be more lasting than if I just dive in. Or that's my theory, based on previous failures at diving in.

I'm almost not depressed anymore. I can sort of feel it. It's not gone. But it's lessened. I'm still not comfortable when my thoughts drift toward O or my mistakes w/r/t her, but my thoughts drift that way a lot less commonly.

I finished Michael Chabon's The Yiddish Policemen's Union, which is probably the best book I've read this year. I'm almost finished with a cover-to-cover read of Mary Miller's small-press short-story collection Big World. If anyone can find this, please read it. She's awesome, like if Raymond Carver wrote stories about contemporary twenty-something girls. Chabon's book is amazing too. Alaskan-Yiddish Raymond Chandler? Try saying no to such a weird cocktail. Actually, don't. Say yes, because it's worth it.

Hm. Uh, I shaved my head and trimmed my beard.

I updated a lot of Facebook and Twitter.

I built (assembled) a better kitchen.

I don't know. That's maybe it. I probably forgot something. Or a lot of things. It's been a while since I really posted about me. So it goes.

Current Mood: eating less = kinda hungry
Current Music: calexico - red blooms / miles davis - splash

Saturday 14 July 1666 Jul. 14th, 2009 @ 10:00 pm
[info]pepysdiary

Up betimes to the office, to write fair a laborious letter I wrote as from the Board to the Duke of Yorke, laying out our want of money again; and particularly the business of Captain Cocke's tenders of hemp, which my Lord Bruncker brought in under an unknown hand without name. Wherein his Lordship will have no great successe, I doubt. That being done, I down to Thames-streete, and there agreed for four or five tons of corke, to send this day to the fleete, being a new device to make barricados with, instead of junke. By this means I come to see and kiss Mr. Hill's young wife, and a blithe young woman she is. So to the office and at noon home to dinner, and then sent for young Michell and employed him all the afternoon about weighing and shipping off of the corke, having by this means an opportunity of getting him 30 or 40s. Having set him a doing, I home and to the office very late, very busy, and did indeed dispatch much business, and so to supper and to bed. After a song in the garden, which, and after dinner, is now the greatest pleasure I take, and indeed do please me mightily, to bed, after washing my legs and feet with warm water in my kitchen. This evening I had Davila brought home to me, and find it a most excellent history as ever I read.


Reconceiving my feminist activity Jul. 14th, 2009 @ 04:12 pm
[info]roz_mcclure
For me, the answer to yesterday's post was "go for a walk on Kilburn High Road and have a quiet pint in a pub" followed by "write a strongly-worded letter".

One of the things I am getting from Reform Jew-Being is that I am conceiving my feminism more confidently and more, uh, righteously, I guess. Like, I am thinking of gender equality (and mutability) as more of a fundamental fact that not everyone has recognized yet, rather than "just" a social issue, which is how I was sort of thinking about it before.

So that's made me less prone to getting unhelpfully worked up, and slightly more able to go "okay, what is the most right and useful thing to do here?" and then do it. I think. It has also made me realize how much more work there actually is to do, which is upsetting, but I would rather realize that and get on it than not realize that and not get on it.

Here is the email that I wrote, which contains a description of the incident that made me >:|-face: Email )

Now, I went back and forth about whether or not to bring this up because it seemed trivial and ambiguous. But then I decided that it is important to flag up even small "everyday" occasions of sexism when I am in a position to do so and have someone reasonable to bring it up to. I think it's important to try to classify sexism as non-normative as much as possible, but of course it's not always easy or clear how to do that.

All's Well @ the National Jul. 14th, 2009 @ 02:58 pm
[info]roz_mcclure
Okay, after responses to this poll I am going to book tickets to All's Well at the National for the 7:30pm show on Tuesday 4 August. I want to book these by the end of the week if possible.

If you're planning on coming, could you please leave a comment or drop me an email stating the following:

1. "I'm planning on coming!"
2. what tier of seat you would like:

£10 - circle
£15 - side stalls
£30 - center stalls

You can see the seating plans by clicking on one of the dates at the booking page.

I'll be booking Friday morning so please let me know by then.

Thanks!

ETA I'm planning on kicking it in the side stalls, FYI.

Jul. 14th, 2009 @ 01:40 pm
[info]tree_and_leaf
On a happier note, today the Church of England commemorates John Keble (1792-1866), priest, fellow of Oriel College (where he and Newman more or less invented the Oxford tutorial system, revolutionising university teaching), Professor of Poetry of the University of Oxford, and one of the initiators of the Oxford Movement. Even outside Anglo-Catholic circles, though, the Anglican Communion would be very different without Keble, Newman, Pusey et al, both in essentials - it's largely down to the Tractarians that weekly communion has become normal - and in the externals (vestments and candles). The catholic revival gave new energy to the Church of England and beyond, particularly in its involvement in mission, outreach, and general social justice issues in deprived urban areas.* In later life he was friends with CM Yonge, and his influence is tangible in her novels.

I've always liked Keble - quite apart from his loyalty to the C of E, he seems to have been an attractive character. My icon shows him in age, but there's a nice pencil drawing of him as a younger man:

which is below the cut, to spare your flist )

If you're thinking of buying something from 3, don't. Jul. 14th, 2009 @ 11:45 am
[info]tree_and_leaf
Humph. You may recall me mentioning that, thanks to various shenanigans involving BT's inability to just change the name on a phone bill, without cancelling and reconnecting, that I'm currently without a phone or internet at home. However, I've just had customer 'service' that makes BT look helpful and responsive.

Well, thought I, it's probably worth getting a USB modem (or dongle, as they seem to be called). So I trotted along to the Carphone Warehouse yesterday, where the salesman advised me, on the basis of their coverage, to get one from 3 Mobile Broadband. Fine, thought I, and checked the system requirements on the back of the box, which read: Windows 2000/XP/Vista or Mac OS X 128 MB of RAM, 50 MB free hard disk space or above, USB slot.

All of which I have. However, when I tried last night the installer wouldn't launch. So I combed through the documentation, which again, merely specified OS X - which, to any reasonable person, implies 'all versions of OS X', right?

So off I went to CW this morning. They were very helpful, although not knowing much about Macs; the sales guy eventually found specifications buried on the website (in a place, I believe, not accessible to the customer), which said that you required 10.4 or higher. I have a steam-driven computer which uses 10.3.9, but that doesn't change the fact that this is not what the box and the documentation supplied said (and there wasn't even a weasel about 'most OS X systems'). CW bloke agreed that this was unacceptable, and agreed to refund the modem at once; however, he couldn't refund the top-up himself...

He got on the phone to 3, and spent nearly an hour going round in circles with various departments, all of whom insisted that they couldn't refund it, and that it was my fault for not doing my homework. CW bloke, bless him, kept reiterating that customers who had bought products or services in good faith - which I had - should not be penalised for their mis-selling, and that they were in a legally dubious position, and did they really want this pursued by the courts or the bad publicity they could be in for, over £15. 3 suggested that I could sell the voucher (which, incidentally, is time limited) on to another 3 customer. CW bloke pointed out that it was ridiculous to expect the customer to go through all this hassle because of their misrepresentation of their product, and that they couldn't expect me to inflict 3 on my friends when I had just had such a poor experience. They then said they couldn't make a refund, anyway. CW bloke said no-body cared if they put it back on my card or sent a cheque, but it was unacceptable for them to just keep the money. Eventually the woman at 3 - described as the manager for retail support - said she would try to work something out and would phone me back 'within 48 hours'. Well, we'll see.

So my entire morning has vanished in irritation, and I still don't have internet access at home (nothing seems to work with 10.3.9, grr.) I probably do need to get a new computer, but even if I do have a new one before BT get their act together, I certainly won't be giving a penny to 3, ever again.

Now to compose a letter of complaint to 3...

... on the upside, I was quite impressed by the Carphone Warehouse people.
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I can has a home? =^.^= Jul. 14th, 2009 @ 01:02 am
[info]spelunkingplato
My lease ends Wednesday, and I'm moving out of the house. I was planning to devote my weekend to working on it. Saturday morning, I was going to wake up and spend the day industriously packing, and start moving at least the first few boxes over to the house they'll be stored, and everything. This was the plan!

And then I got a knock on my door, and the neighbor is standing there holding two teeny-tiny kittens. She said she'd noticed them hanging around my doorstep, and no sign of a mother. They were walking around, but their eyes were barely open and their fur had dirt and burrs in it, and their faces were kind of weepy and infected-looking.

...Of course the morning was shot. Everything these precious little bits did was so incredibly adorable it hurt, and they got into everything, and were small and fragile enough we worried they'd hurt themselves if we didn't watch them. They climbed into boxes, peeked at mirrors, played with bits of fluff on the floor. They were skinny and didn't look that well, but it didn't stop them from running to meet us or purring at the slightest touch, and finally completely disarming us by falling asleep in our arms. I eventually got [info]ryalth, who has a cat she hand-raised from a similar age and who knows a lot about them to agree to hang on to them for a few days while we try to find them good homes. [info]theotherjay and I tried calling shelters, of course, but none of them would take walk-ins, or they would be euthanized soon. :(

Aviva can't keep them much longer, and I can't keep them past tomorrow night, when I have to move out of this house for good. I can't keep them in [info]peachke's apartment, where I'll be temporarily living--Angie's allergic, and I'm pretty sure even if her rental agreement was okay with it, I can't really afford a pet deposit just for two weeks (and am not sure where I'll be after that). Jay's building doesn't allow pets, and he shares his living space with his lawyer office space anyway, and that probably wouldn't work.

They're going to be with me for a little while, but I really need to find them a good permanent home or at least a loving foster situation. I'm posting to Reedlj, Damnportlanders, and Craigslist, but I'm not sure what else to do. Again, I have to move out of this house WEDNESDAY NIGHT.

Does any of you want two (or even one, but they seem like a good pair) very young, very adorable, very sweet kittens? Can you all please ask around to see if anyone you know can take them? Please feel free to make your own LJ posts, or copy from mine, but please link back here to keep coordinated.

I'm really in a bind, please help if you can. Even posting to your friendslist, or asking a single person today whom you know, would be something.

both together

Of course there are more pictures. )
Current Location: Dwarf Fortress / Terabithia
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Friday 13 July 1666 Jul. 13th, 2009 @ 10:00 pm
[info]pepysdiary

Lay sleepy in bed till 8 in the morning, then up and to the office, where till about noon, then out to the 'Change and several places, and so home to dinner. Then out again to Sir R. Viner, and there to my content settled the business of two tallys, so as I shall have 2000l. almost more of my owne money in my hand, which pleases me mightily, and so home and there to the office, where mighty busy, and then home to supper and to even my Journall and to bed. Our fleete being now in all points ready to sayle, but for the carrying of the two or three new ships, which will keepe them a day or two or three more. It is said the Dutch is gone off our coast, but I have no good reason to believe it, Sir W. Coventry not thinking any such thing.


Jul. 13th, 2009 @ 09:05 pm
[info]roz_mcclure
So, internet, what do you do when you are randomly depressed about pervasive sexism?
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Jul. 13th, 2009 @ 02:05 pm
[info]meestagoat
 Back home and soooooo tired. Yay for kitties, though. I think I miss Ozzy already--who will I say "Babushka" to?

Fresh Expressions of Being Church: rural 1970s edition Jul. 13th, 2009 @ 10:53 am
[info]tree_and_leaf
I was going to catch up on Torchwood: CoE yesterday night, but ended up going for the intersection of Doctor Who and the other CoE instead, i.e. watching eps 1 and 2 of the Daemons, which inexplicably I had never seen, despite having written fic set just pre-episode (in which the Master finds himself having to attempt to conduct a wedding, and it all goes horribly wrong).
Cut for spoilers, though it did air before my parents were married... )

this is just my definition, you understand, but Jul. 12th, 2009 @ 05:24 pm
[info]travisezell
Science fiction is sometimes referred to "speculative fiction," and while the name hasn't stuck as well, it's more accurate. I believe science fiction/speculative fiction is supposed to be the narrative of ideas. It's a story with a conceit (or two) that leads us into a sort of intellectual exercise -- a dramatic game of "what if...?" Usually the conceit involves the future, or a technological or sociological change, but it could be anything really. (Arguably, you could broaden the idea of what the conceit is to cover narrative of any genre, and that'd probably be okay.) Science fiction likes to involve potential scientific advances or discoveries, but Twilight Zone-style stories of mystery or magical realism count, too. The idea is that by speculating, we learn more about ourselves.

When most people talk about science fiction these days, they really just mean action-heavy fantasy stories set in some future or with spaceships, robots, evil computers, mad scientists, and of course aliens. It's not about ideas, it's not about characters. It's about plot, what happens next. That's fine and good, but it's not really what I really think of as science fiction.

The point of the story is the "what if," not the "wouldn't it be neat if."

I am too unfocused to bring this to a bigger point, except insofar as to say I just rewatched Solaris, and it and Moon are the only two amazing space movies I can think of since 2001, though the 70s had some okay ones I'd like to revisit, like Silent Running. The list is so short that Danny Boyle's great-until-it's-a-monster-movie film Sunshine almost makes the list.

One day I will try to write my absurd, less-sciency and more mythological astronaut story. Probably. But right now I'm drowning in different mess, that being my getaway movie script, so this is really really off-topic and distracting from my goals. Still, I do love science fiction, especially when it gets it right. Science fiction without explosions is a rare fucking gem.

More "what if," less "wouldn't it be neat," please.

Current Mood: hunched
Current Music: wet burnside traffic

Thursday 12 July 1666 Jul. 12th, 2009 @ 10:00 pm
[info]pepysdiary

[Continued from yesterday. P.G.] But was up again by five o'clock, and was forced to rise, having much business, and so up and dressed myself (enquiring, was told that Mrs. Tooker was gone hence to live at London) and away with Poundy to the Tower, and thence, having shifted myself, but being mighty drowsy for want of sleep, I by coach to St. James's, to Goring House, there to wait on my Lord Arlington to give him an account of my night's worke, but he was not up, being not long since married: so, after walking up and down the house below, -- being the house I was once at Hartlib's sister's wedding, and is a very fine house and finely furnished, -- and then thinking it too much for me to lose time to wait my Lord's rising, I away to St. James's, and there to Sir W. Coventry, and wrote a letter to my Lord Arlington giving him an account of what I have done, and so with Sir W. Coventry into London, to the office. And all the way I observed him mightily to make mirth of the Duke of Albemarle and his people about him, saying, that he was the happiest man in the world for doing of great things by sorry instruments. And so particularized in Sir W. Clerke, and Riggs, and Halsey, and others. And then again said that the only quality eminent in him was, that he did persevere; and indeed he is a very drudge, and stands by the King's business. And this he said, that one thing he was good at, that he never would receive an excuse if the thing was not done; listening to no reasoning for it, be it good or bad. But then I told him, what he confessed, that he would however give the man, that he employs, orders for removing of any obstruction that he thinks he shall meet with in the world, and instanced in several warrants that he issued for breaking open of houses and other outrages about the business of prizes, which people bore with either for affection or fear, which he believes would not have been borne with from the King, nor Duke, nor any man else in England, and I thinke he is in the right, but it is not from their love of him, but from something else I cannot presently say. Sir W. Coventry did further say concerning Warcupp, his kinsman, that had the simplicity to tell Sir W. Coventry, that the Duke did intend to go to sea and to leave him his agent on shore for all things that related to the sea. But, says Sir W. Coventry, I did believe but the Duke of Yorke would expect to be his agent on shore for all sea matters. And then he begun to say what a great man Warcupp was, and something else, and what was that but a great lyer; and told me a story, how at table he did, they speaking about antipathys, say, that a rose touching his skin any where, would make it rise and pimple; and, by and by, the dessert coming, with roses upon it, the Duchesse bid him try, and they did; but they rubbed and rubbed, but nothing would do in the world, by which his lie was found at then. He spoke contemptibly of Holmes and his mermidons, that come to take down the ships from hence, and have carried them without any necessaries, or any thing almost, that they will certainly be longer getting ready than if they had staid here. In fine, I do observe, he hath no esteem nor kindnesse for the Duke's matters, but, contrarily, do slight him and them; and I pray God the Kingdom do not pay too dear by this jarring; though this blockheaded Duke I did never expect better from. At the office all the morning, at noon home and thought to have slept, my head all day being full of business and yet sleepy and out of order, and so I lay down on my bed in my gowne to sleep, but I could not, therefore about three o'clock up and to dinner and thence to the office, where Mrs. Burroughs, my pretty widow, was and so I did her business and sent her away by agreement, and presently I by coach after and took her up in Fenchurch Streete and away through the City, hiding my face as much as I could, but she being mighty pretty and well enough clad, I was not afeard, but only lest somebody should see me and think me idle. I quite through with her, and so into the fields Uxbridge way, a mile or two beyond Tyburne, and then back and then to Paddington, and then back to Lyssen green, a place the coachman led me to (I never knew in my life) and there we eat and drank and so back to Charing Crosse, and there I set her down. All the way most excellent pretty company. I had her lips as much as I would, and a mighty pretty woman she is and very modest and yet kinde in all fair ways. All this time I passed with mighty pleasure, it being what I have for a long time wished for, and did pay this day 5s. forfeite for her company. She being gone, I to White Hall and there to Lord Arlington's, and met Mr. Williamson, and find there is no more need of my trouble about the Galliott, so with content departed, and went straight home, where at the office did the most at the office in that wearied and sleepy state I could, and so home to supper, and after supper falling to singing with Mercer did however sit up with her, she pleasing me with her singing of "Helpe, helpe," 'till past midnight and I not a whit drowsy, and so to bed.


Midsummer Night's Dream readthrough Jul. 12th, 2009 @ 01:29 pm
[info]roz_mcclure
I woke up this morning and found my internet was out, and also I couldn't feel half my face and had a serious case of Mouth Fur. Awesome. Fortunately when I called the tech support number, the guy was charming and funny, and after a few minutes I had woken up enough to try to get my flirt on.

ME: So, how's your day been?
INTERNET SUPPORT GUY: Fine, fine, thanks. We've actually just got started.
ME: Oh, yeah?
INTERNET SUPPORT GUY: You're just my third caller, yeah. Right, if I could confirm the name on the account?
ME: Miss Rosalind McClure. That's Miss.
INTERNET SUPPORT GUY: ...Thanks.

Sadly that did not go anywhere and my internet was fixed very quickly.

Now, I am hung over and mossyteethed because of a great Midsummer Night's Dream readthrough in Finsbury Park yesterday, where I met a lot of really cool people and had a great time playing Lysander. I like Lysander best because he is so earnest. Also, the subtext for pretty much every single one of his lines is "yes, but do you realize we could be having sex right now?" I tried to get this across, but I'm worried that I was a little too subtle.

There is an exception, which is a line I always thought was interesting, from the Pyramus and Thisbe play that the lovers are heckling.

BOTTOM: [that big hilarious speech that ends in 'Die, die, die, die, die.']
DEMETRIUS: No die, but an ace, for him, for he is but one.
LYSANDER: Less than an ace, man, for he is dead. He is nothing.

Now, obviously they are making quote-unquote 'jokes' about gambling and how 'ace' sounds like 'ass' if you are in the 16th century and drunk, but that is such a weirdly nihilist line in the middle of the wacky comedy! And when I was reading over the script, I remembered an interview (which I can't find now) with Sam Rockwell, who played Flute/Thisbe in the 1999 film version with Kevin Kline and dozens of other famous people.

That film's Pyramus and Thisbe scene:



Rockwell said he was going for the idea that actors can find truth in storytelling no matter how incompetent the production around them. I mean, "His eyes were green as leeks" is an actually poignant line, I think. So I tried to carry that idea of surprising emotional resonance over to my reading of that line, which was Lysander getting drunkenly choked up. I mean, the lovers run around all play going I WILL DIE IF I CAN'T BE WITH THE PERSON I LOVE >:( and generally acting about sixteen and thinking they are immortal. I thought it was an intriguingly reflective thing for him to say. Character growth? Perhaps. (Although probably not.)

I think I have a thing for clueless bright young men in Shakespeare who have flashes of nihilism in the middle of a lot of angry adolescent posturing, and whose names start with "L". Like Lysander and Laertes and the Lancaster boys.

Anyway, I met about ten really cool people who I'm looking forward to spending more time with. Also there are pictures coming soon from [info]mostlyacat. And I would like to thank [info]wildeabandon for being my bad-influence buddy both on and offstage, and [info]mirrorshard for organizing the whole thing.

Wednesday 11 July 1666 Jul. 11th, 2009 @ 10:00 pm
[info]pepysdiary

Up, and by water to Sir G. Downing's, there to discourse with him about the reliefe of the prisoners in Holland; which I did, and we do resolve of the manner of sending them some. So I away by coach to St. James's, and there hear that the Duchesse is lately brought to bed of a boy. By and by called to wait on the Duke, the King being present; and there agreed, among other things, of the places to build the ten new great ships ordered to be built, and as to the relief of prisoners in Holland. And then about several stories of the basenesse of the King of Spayne's being served with officers: they in Flanders having as good common men as any Prince in the world, but the veriest cowards for the officers, nay for the generall officers, as the Generall and Lieutenant- generall, in the whole world. But, above all things, the King did speake most in contempt of the ceremoniousnesse of the King of Spayne, that he do nothing but under some ridiculous form or other, and will not piss but another must hold the chamber-pot. Thence to Westminster Hall and there staid a while, and then to the Swan and kissed Sarah, and so home to dinner, and after dinner out again to Sir Robert Viner, and there did agree with him to accommodate some business of tallys so as I shall get in near 2000l. into my own hands, which is in the King's, upon tallys; which will be a pleasure to me, and satisfaction to have a good sum in my own hands, whatever evil disturbances should be in the State; though it troubles me to lose so great a profit as the King's interest of ten per cent. for that money. Thence to Westminster, doing several things by the way, and there failed of meeting Mrs. Lane, and so by coach took up my wife at her sister's, and so away to Islington, she and I alone, and so through Hackney, and home late, our discourse being about laying up of some money safe in prevention to the troubles I am afeard we may have in the state, and so sleepy (for want of sleep the last night, going to bed late and rising betimes in the morning) home, but when I come to the office, I there met with a command from my Lord Arlington, to go down to a galliott at Greenwich, by the King's particular command, that is going to carry the Savoy Envoye over, and we fear there may be many Frenchmen there on board; and so I have a power and command to search for and seize all that have not passes from one of the Secretarys of State, and to bring them and their papers and everything else in custody some whither. So I to the Tower, and got a couple of musquetiers with me, and Griffen and my boy Tom and so down; and, being come, found none on board but two or three servants, looking to horses and doggs, there on board, and, seeing no more, I staid not long there, but away and on shore at Greenwich, the night being late and the tide against us; so, having sent before, to Mrs. Clerke's and there I had a good bed, and well received, the whole people rising to see me, and among the rest young Mrs. Daniel, whom I kissed again and again alone, and so by and by to bed and slept pretty well, [Continued tomorrow. P.G.]


Jul. 11th, 2009 @ 08:47 pm
[info]tree_and_leaf
Thanks to [info]parrot_knight and his car, I spent the afternoon at the Faringdon Arts Festival, which celebrates (mostly) local musicians, artists, craftspeople, etc., and a good time seemed to being had by all - it's free, so it really is a community thing, and the standard of music on offer seemed very high.

The main attraction, however, as far as I was concerned, was fannish: Phil Ford, the chief writer on the Sarah Jane Adventures providing a live commentary track for "The Last Sontaran", followed by Paul Cornell doing the same for "The Family of Blood." Both were interesting; I found Cornell more so, but that's probably down to the fact that while "The Last Sontataran" is a nice episode, it doesn't cut as deep as "FoB".
Cut for length and, i suppose, spoileryness... )
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WARNING Mango et al: contains positive sentiments about summer Jul. 11th, 2009 @ 09:22 pm
[info]several_bees
Summer: not as scary as I thought!

In other news, you know what's pretty great? Summer!

This is surprising to me! Summer is supposed to be a nightmare: three months of misery and rashes and sunburn, of staying up till six in the morning in order to get to the fruit and veg shop before it's too hot to breathe outside, of giving up on baking and possibly eating in favour of lying around looking pathetic and crying out for ice-cubes. But it turns out, the English climate differs significantly from the Australian climate! This shouldn't surprise me, especially as it's part of why I moved, but it's taken a while to really sink in.

This is my third year in London, and for the first two I never quite trusted summer: sure, it seemed pleasant enough, but here I was in a country without air conditioning, and who could tell when the weather might turn on me? But three summers in, and following a "heat wave" that would be known in Adelaide as "oh, thank goodness, the heat wave's over", I think I'm ready to accept that actually, I find summer here pretty enjoyable.

It's a cultivated enjoyment - I have to maintain it through the careful application of fans, summer dresses, ice-cream, water-pistols, excessive raspberries, time for lounging around in the garden, and time for wandering around at night and sitting on famous London landmarks while reading books intended for 12-year-olds. But these are sacrifices I'm willing to make.

Festivals: might they, too, be less terrifying than I think?

I am still, however, very nervous about that hallmark of an English summer, the "festival". Not the sort of festival where you go to a big mixed arts venue made out of concrete, wander along a riverbank or lakeside terrace, drink some slightly overpriced coffee, and wonder whether to go for the production of A Doll's House on motorbikes, Edward II on fire, or Coppélia on stilts. The other sort, where you go and stay in a tent in a field.

I am going to one of these, specifically Latitude, as part of my work with Hide&Seek, in order to run some games there. I'm quite scared by this prospect, because it's in a TENT, in a FIELD, for DAYS, and apparently it's going to be either muddy outside or hot in the tent (it's not clear whether this means England hot or real hot). Also I don't usually like live music, and there is no way to get back early, and it turns out there's a huge list of things I need (mattress of some description! Wellington boots! Long socks! Apparently you're supposed to take special toilet paper? I'm not sure in what way its specialness manifests).

But if summer can be nice, approached in the correct and slightly careful manner, maybe festivals can be too?

So, er, is anyone else going? If you are, you should come and play our games, or at least reassure me that it will all be very pleasant and that you will come and say hello to me! I'm told I will probably enjoy it. At the very least, I enjoy its website's dual conviction that I shouldn't bring ANYTHING MADE OF GLASS AT ALL and that it is VERY IMPORTANT TO BRING A BOTTLE OPENER.
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