some stuff

Jan. 24th, 2026 07:26 pm[personal profile] edenfalling
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Some recent(ish) stuff:

1. Tax season has begun. I am working in a mildly grotty Not The IRS office that may be the only extant business in a small building that is notionally part of a larger shopping complex on the edge of a busier commercial neighborhood. I have had three clients so far: one finished, one is on hold for missing documents, and the third is scheduled to come back with their one (1) missing document on Tuesday evening to finish their state return.

2. I have been partially yanked sideways into payroll at my day job, which is an improvement over "hi we're making you the Person Responsible For Payroll" that they tried to stick me with. I successfully resisted that, but honestly I am now feeling like I should have resisted ANY attempt to foist payroll tasks onto me. I was getting comfy with my accounts receivable work and I dislike the way payroll stuff requires more contact with management and waiting for other people to approve stuff before I can actually do anything. Ugh. I may give it two weeks and then see if I can do an, "Actually now that I have tried this out I am still really uncomfortable with it and would appreciate being released back to strictly AR work thanks."

3. I started playing Fallen London and am enjoying it immensely. :)

4. For my mental health, I am not talking about politics (except just now very briefly to say fuck ICE with a rusty spork). Please do not leave comments about the whole Everything. I am aware, and I am trying not to doom-spiral, thank you.
primeideal: Egwene al'Vere from "Wheel of Time" TV (egwene al'vere)
Further to this, I am happy to say that I am now at 100% of sections begun and mostly complete, ahead of the deadline I was aiming for. If it's not selected, there may be future opportunities to revise/resubmit. And there will probably be a little more padding/editing to go, but the total word count won't grow by more than about 10% of the current total.

I've archive-locked a couple old posts from years ago, since I'm borrowing/rephrasing some of that content to include there. So if you see any broken links, it's probably not you, it's me.

Google Drive automatically puts it at the top of my "suggested documents" to open. Usually it was just "you last opened it January 18," but the last couple days, in the evening, it's like "you usually open it around this time," they know my daily pattern-of-life...

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Jan. 19th, 2026 07:48 am[personal profile] skygiants
skygiants: Scar from Fullmetal Alchemist looking down at Marcoh (mercy of the fallen)
For the first few chapters that I read, I was enjoying Ava Morgyn's The Bane Witch, as heroine Piers Corbin heroically Gone Girled herself out of an abusive marriage by faking a combo poisoning-drowning and flailed her injured way north to seek refuge with a mysterious aunt, accidentally leaving a fairly significant trail behind her. Satisfying! Suspenseful! I was looking forward to seeing how she was gonna get out of this one!

Then Piers did indeed get north to the aunt and tap into her Family Birthright of Magical Revenge Poisoning. As the actual plot geared up, the more I understood what type of good time I was being expected to have, and, alas, the more it did, the less of a good time I was having.

So the way the family magic works is that all of the Corbin women have the magical ability -- nay, compulsion! -- to eat poison ingredients and convert them internally into a toxin that they can -- nay, must! -- use to murder Bad Men. It's always Men. They're always Bad. They know the men are Bad because they are also granted magical visions explaining how Bad they are. They absolutely never kill women (there are only ever women born in this family; they have to give male babies away at birth in case they accidentally kill them with their poison, and I don't think Ava Morgyn has ever heard of a trans person) or the innocent!

...except of course that the whole family is actually threatening to kill Piers, to protect themselves, if she doesn't accept her powers and start heroically murdering Bad Men. But OTHER THAN THAT they absolutely never kill women, or the innocent, so please have no qualms on that account! Piers' aunt explains: "Yes, Piers. Whatever has happened to you, you must never forget that there are predators and there are prey. We hunt the former, not the latter."

By the way, both irredeemably Bad Men that form the focus of Badness in this book -- Piers' evil and abusive husband, and the local serial killer who is also incidentally on the loose -- are shown to have been abused in childhood by irredeemably Bad Women, but we're not getting into that. There are Predators and there are Prey!

The book wants to make sure we understand that it's very important, righteous and ethical for the Cobin family to keep doing what they're doing because everybody knows nobody believes abused women and therefore vigilante justice is the only form of justice available. There are two cops in the book, by the way. One of them is the nice and ethical local sheriff who is Piers' love interest, who is allowing her to help him hunt the local serial killer despite being suspicious that she may have poisoned several people. The other is the nice and ethical local cop investigating her supposed murder back home, who is desperate to prove she's alive because she saved his life and he's very grateful. He understands about abuse, because his name is Reyes and he's from the Big City and his mother and sister were both abused by Bad Men. The problem with these good and handsome cops is that they're actually not willing enough to murder people, which is where Piers comes in:

HANDSOME GOOD COP BOYFRIEND: You don't want to help me arrest him, do you? You want to kill him.
PIERS: Doesn't he deserve it?
HANDSOME GOOD COP BOYFRIEND: That's not for us to decide.
PIERS: Isn't it? This is our community. You're an authority in maintaining law and order, and I'm a victim of domestic and sexual violence. Surely, there is no one more qualified than us.

This book was a USA Today bestseller, which does not surprise me. It taps into exactly the part of the cultural hindbrain that loves true crime, and serial killers, and violence that you can feel good about, in an uncomplicated way, because it's being meted out to Unquestionably Bad People. Justice is when bad people suffer and die. We're not too worried about how they turned out to be bad people. There are predators, and there are prey.
primeideal: Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader duelling (luke)
I think I'd seen this series mentioned somewhere before as inspiring "A Memory Called Empire" and maybe other stuff. First contact, alien linguistics stuff, sure why not, let's try.

Cherryh mentions in a foreword for the 10th anniversary that her editor was responsible for having her include the first scenes. Interesting disparity for the "book in parts" bingo square:

Part One (15 pages): A human spaceship carrying "Earth's whole damned colonial program" gets lost in space and winds up far from where they were trying to go and has to keep searching for an inhabitable solar system.
Part Two (34 pages): 150 years later. The atevi, the local species, have some technological sophistication and recognize that the appearance of the "foreign star" has something to do with the powerful machines that have recently started tearing up the terrain. From the human POV, there was a schism between the Pilots' Guild, who want to leave the atevi planet alone and look elsewhere, versus the rest of the station, who want to land and take advantage of the hospitable climate there. The latter finally decide to land and try to force the pilots' hand, but are conscientious about trying to stay out of the atevi's way. When the atevi eventually make contact, the startled human radios back to his buddies like "please don't react with force, we're really gonna try and communicate peacefully here." I liked this part, with the alternating atevi and human POVs, and wanted more.
Part Three (358 pages): 200 years after that. Bren Cameron is the paidhi, the human ambassador/translator among the atevi, while the rest of humankind lives on an island. One day an assassin breaks into his quarters, and he's forced to take precautions and eventually evacuate. Making things worse, atevi don't really have a concept of individual fondness or friendship, so he's constantly going "I kind of like these security guards, why are they treating me as if I was a child and not telling me anything that's going on...oh wait it's dangerous to project 'like' onto them, they don't do 'like.'"

Just math-wise, the back of the book says "it had been nearly five centuries" since the original spaceship disappeared. 150+200=??? Also, there are about four million humans on the planet at the time of the main plot. How enormous was the original ship?

Atevi, especially less modern ones, are very superstitious about numerical feng shui.
The infelicitous could not be beautiful. The infelicitous could not be reasoned with. Right numbers had to add up, and an even division in a simple flower arrangement was a communication of hostility.
...
There
was the finance question, whether to add or subtract a million from the appropriation to make the unmanned launch budget add up to an auspicious number--but a million didn't seem, against six billion already committed to the program, to be a critical or acerbic issue...
And if you play cards with them, they can and will count cards. I enjoyed that part.

In addition to an absence of humanlike emotions, atevi can also be literal-minded and tend not to show facial expressions. Which made for some interesting parallels with autism, with Bren as the minority POV character being frustrated at trying to communicate to people whose brains work very differently from his. Not sure how much of that I'm just projecting.

Unfortunately, it feels like a great deal of the plot is "high-ranking atevi pressure Bren into doing something, he doesn't really have a choice but to comply, and grudgingly goes along with it." Repeat for 350 pages. You can understand his feelings of being treated like a child; it's frustrating for us, too, that he doesn't get to exercise a lot of agency. Basically he's just trying to keep up with the atevi, who are much stronger and more physically durable than him, without complaining, and hoping that he'll earn their respect that way. There's a little bit of speculation as to "maybe the aiji [political leader] is just testing me." Later, when he's in the custody of more rural, conservative atevi, it's like, are they trying to assassinate him or do they just forget how flimsy humans are? If he endures their brutal treatment enough, will he eventually win them over? He tries to protect the individuals he finds himself caring about, and then people slap him in the face because Atevi Don't Do That.

The subtext is "humans tried to stay out of the way and not do a colonialism, but after the hopeful beginnings of Part II, atevi politics were so warlike and assassination-driven that war was inevitable anyway, that happened offscreen, and the paidhi system emerged in response." But for me it was kind of like...why bother. We do finally learn a little more about why specifically Bren is being jerked around now, beyond just "it's a test," but I felt like what we learned was pretty slight, compared to his overall lack of agency.

Early on the sentence-level prose style pinged me as verbose, but I didn't flag any specific examples and it wasn't particularly egregious overall. But there are lots of sections that are just pages of Bren introspecting and moping, with no other humans around to communicate with and no atevi POV to break it up. Again, I prefer a little more agency in my main characters.

Bingo: Book in Parts, I think a case could be made for "Stranger in a Strange Land."

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Jan. 14th, 2026 08:28 pm[personal profile] skygiants
skygiants: the aunts from Pushing Daisies reading and sipping wine on a couch (wine and books)
On the first weekend of January [personal profile] genarti and I went along with some friends to the Moby-Dick marathon at the New Bedford Whaling Museum, which was such an unexpectedly fun experience that we're already talking about maybe doing it again next year.

The way the marathon works is that people sign up in advance to read three-minute sections of the book and the whole thing keeps rolling along for about twenty-five hours, give or take. You don't know in advance what the section will be, because it depends how fast the people before you have been reading, so good luck to you if it contains a lot of highly specific terminology - you take what you get and you go until one of the organizers says 'thank you!' and then it's the next person's turn. If it seems like they're getting through the book too fast they'll sub in a foreign language reader to do a chapter in German or Spanish. We did not get in on the thing fast enough to be proper readers but we all signed up to be substitute readers, which is someone who can be called on if the proper reader misses their timing and isn't there for their section, and I got very fortunate on the timing and was in fact subbed in to read the forging of Ahab's harpoon! ([personal profile] genarti ALMOST got even luckier and was right on the verge of getting to read the Rachel, but then the proper reader turned up at the last moment and she missed it by a hair.)

There are also a few special readings. Father Mapple's sermon is read out in the New Bedford church that has since been outfitted with a ship-pulpit to match the book's description (with everyone given a song-sheet to join in chorus on "The Ribs and Terrors Of the Whale") and the closing reader was a professional actor who, we learned afterwards, had just fallen in love with Moby-Dick this past year and emailed the festival with great enthusiasm to participate. The opening chapters are read out in the room where the Whaling Museum has a half-size whaling ship, and you can hang out and listen on the ship, and I do kind of wish they'd done the whole thing there but I suppose I understand why they want to give people 'actual chairs' in which to 'sit normally'.

Some people do stay for the whole 25 hours; there's food for purchase in the museum (plus a free chowder at night and free pastries in the morning While Supplies Last) and the marathon is being broadcast throughout the whole place, so you really could just stay in the museum the entire time without leaving if you wanted. We were not so stalwart; we wanted good food and sleep not on the floor of a museum, and got both. The marathon is broken up into four-hour watches, and you get a little passport and a stamp for every one of the four-hour watches you're there for, so we told ourselves we would stay until just past midnight to get the 12-4 AM stamp and then sneak back before 8 AM to get the 4-8 AM stamp before the watch ticked over. When midnight came around I was very much falling asleep in my seat, and got ready to nudge everyone to leave, but then we all realized that the next chapter was ISHMAEL DESCRIBES BAD WHALE ART and we couldn't leave until he had in fact described all the bad whale art!

I'm not even the world's biggest Moby-Dick-head; I like the book but I've only actually read it the once. I had my knitting (I got a GREAT deal done on my knitting), and I loved getting to read a section, and I enjoyed all the different amateur readers, some rather bad and some very good. But what I enjoyed most of all was the experience of being surrounded by a thousand other people, each with their own obviously well-loved copy of Moby-Dick, each a different edition of Moby-Dick -- I've certainly never seen so many editions of Moby-Dick in one place -- rapturously following along. (In top-tier outfits, too. Forget Harajuku; if you want street fashion, the Moby-Dick marathon is the place to be. So many hand-knit Moby Dick-themed woolen garments!) It's a kind of communal high, like a convention or a concert -- and I like concerts, but my heart is with books, and it's hard to get of communal high off a book. Inherently a sort of solitary experience. But the Moby-Dick marathon managed it, and there is something really very spectacular in that.

Anyway, as much as we all like Moby-Dick, at some point on the road trip trip, we started talking about what book we personally would want to marathon read with Three Thousand People in a Relevant Location if we had the authority to command such a thing, and I'm pitching the question outward. My own choice was White's Once And Future King read in a ruined castle -- I suspect would not have the pull of Moby-Dick in these days but you never know!
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