This is Saturday 5:00 p.m. Central US time. Will check back in a few hours, and again Sunday, to see if I can do the rename.
Also, it turns out that an unsweetened jasmine tea ice lolly is an unusual and refreshing thing (yes, it's just frozen tea-on-a-stick; given the basic goal of reducing body temperature as much as possible, this totally works for me).
Btw, I reiterate the lido offer for DW peeps in London (for upcoming weekdays, anyway -- getting too crowded at weekends).
We’re lucky with this flat - the original sash windows have never been replaced and I can fling them wide open and just leave them open all day. The location is secure enough (high up, neighbours with fences) that I am happy to go out and leave the windows open so we don’t have to come home to an oven. I can also open all the big veluxes in the roof and then we even get a through breeze and I have to wedge open the doors so they don’t slam shut. And the flat is west-facing, so we don’t even get the sun until about four o’clock. Today I am really appreciating these things. We used to live in a small Victorian terrace where the sash windows had all been taken out and replaced with plate glass and tiny transom windows. Fewer draughts, much better heat insulation, but oh, upstairs was like an oven on hot nights.
I went swimming in the Leam this week, which is the best thing to do on hot days. My toenails were caked in mud when I got home, but I didn’t have a repeat of last year’s fiasco when I couldn’t pull myself out of the bloody river and had to gatecrash someone else’s picnic.
My toenails are a mess (even after I washed off the mud). Years of hillwalking in big boots have not been kind to them, and some have warped and thickened enough to look like tiny little hooves. I am going to pay for a pedicure, watch some poor girl pull faces at my feet, and come home with green toenails. I can’t bear having painted fingernails - just the slippery feel when I touch my nails is yeuch - but I do like having fancied up toenails.
The George Harrison Estate trashed the RNC over using 'Here Comes the Sun' -- but says it might have approved if the song that the RNC had illegally appropriated was 'Beware of Darkness.' Brian May of Queen is also taking steps to prevent the RNC from appropriating 'We are the Champions'. And My Little Pony wants no part of the Trumps, either. The Stones aren't pleased, either, about Trump taking 'You Can't Always Get What You Want'; perhaps they'd prefer it if Trump took 'Sympathy for the Devil' or 'Helter Skelter'?
Could Trump pass a sanity test?
A world of languages.
2. The heat's supposed to peak today and it should be cooling off next week, which is nice! I really hope the humidity goes down as predicted as well.
3. I've got a few days of sleeping in coming up!
4. I have sweet kitties. :D
Incidentally: re: social media, the people managing the twitter account for the Munich police did a great job (as they've done last year when the refugees from Hungary arrived), reporting what happened, explaining as far as they knew, providing people with landlines and coordinating efforts from helpers. (Not just in German but also in English and French, and Turkish.) Also, the press officer, Marcus da Gloria Martins, who had to do the press conferences, became everyone's instant hero for refusing to be drawn into baiting and insinuating questions, staying calm, and projecting gravitas. (This is him.) Given that wild rumors had several shootings happen all over Munich (not true), and that for hours it wasn't clear whether it was one shooter or several, up to three (it was one), having someone providing information who refused to speculate and stuck to the facts while also communicating, not shutting people's questions down, was really a good thing.
Still: people are dead, killed in the city where I live. Within a week of the axe murderer in the train from Würzburg (which I often take). And a friend of mine, who is working in an organization devoted to helping underage refugees, says they're getting vile hatemail now. (Which has also been reported in the news.) These are terrible times we live in. Which reminds me of something Tolkien wrote:
“I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo.
"So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
So the idea of one guy passing off the work to someone else isn't new, or honest. There's nothing in the Constitution against the VP taking on some more Presidential work as necessary; that's always been done. But handing off the whole job? Keep an eye on where the money goes and who's doing the paving -- and make sure there aren't any bodies in the asphalt.
Friday will be at the Grandville B&N with fellow author Martin Shoemaker on Saturday starting at 4 p.m.
- Life-size working LEGO car. (Link from yohjideranged)
- 15 Pics to Help Restore Faith in Humanity.
- Giant LEGO ISS and Space Shuttle.
- Construction Worker Hides an 8′ Waldo on Site Every Day for Kids in Hospital Next Door.
Mirrored from Jim C. Hines.
Laura Nyro saw him coming 30 years ago ('his mind is up his sleeve'): Flim-Flam Man. And if you drown in that gorgeous voice as I do, here's the lyrics:
Hands off the man, the flim flam man.
His mind is up his sleeve and his talk is make believe.
Oh lord, the man's a fraud, he's flim flam man. He's so cagey, he's a flim flam man.
Hands off the man, flim flam man.
He's the one in the Trojan horse making out like he's Santa Claus.
Oh lord, the man's a fraud, he's a flim flam man. He's a fox, he's a flim flam man.
Everybody wants him, the people and the police and all the pretty ladies disarm.
Oh yeah, the beautiful gent, you know he has hardly a cent.
He pays his monthly rent with daily charm.
Hands off the man, the flim flam man.
His mind is up his sleeve and his talk is make believe.
Oh lord, the man's a fraud, he's flim flam man. HeâE™s so cagey, he's an artist.
He's a fox, he's a flim flam man.
Don't believe him, he's a flim flam. Ole road runner, he's a flim flam.
- by Laura Nyro.
I received an intense, vivid poem on Artemsia Gentileschi, portrayed, as is only fit, through her paintings. I think it's accessible even if you're not familiar with Artemsia's work and history: In the days of Jael
This is a small exchange - 15 works all in all, so I hastily started to devour it. Here are two stories I found outstanding so far:
What dreams may come: Akhenaten, the Heretic Pharao, grows into himself. Poetic and terse at the same time, drawing a great portrait in short space.
i have cut a ribbon of skin from another man's body: Olympias encounters Zeus four times throughout her life. Olympias in historical fiction tends to be invariably described through her son's or her son's companions' eyes, and with the son in question being Alexander the Great, that's not so surprising. But it makes it all the more welcome to see a take on her from her own pov, in the centre of her own story, and one that uses the myth of Zeus as Alexander's father in a really creative way.
As for my own story, I think, as always, it's a bit obvious, but have a guess anyway!
2. We had kimchi fried rice for dinner and it was super tasty.
3. I managed to get a little bit of translating done this evening, which is more than I've done the last few days.
4. I always try to get pictures of myself and the kitties, but since they don't like to be held, it's hard! I did finally manage to (sort of) get a picture of me and Molly today, though. :D
“Just be more respectful to the police!”
“Comply and cooperate!”
“Black people wouldn’t keep getting shot if they stopped acting like criminals!”
A behavioral therapist and an autistic man. The therapist (black) was on the ground with his hands in the air. He identified himself to the police. He told them the other man was playing with a toy truck.
The police fired three shots. They hit the therapist in the leg. They handcuffed both men, and left the therapist bleeding in the street for 20 minutes.
When the therapist asked why he’d been shot, the officer allegedly said, “I don’t know.”
Later, he said he’d been aiming for the autistic man, but missed. (Three times.)
To those blaming unarmed black men for being shot by the police, how will you justify this one?
Yes, being a police officer is a difficult job. There are times when you have to shoot to stop the bad guy, to protect your life and the life of others. Apparently the police had received a call about a suicidal man with a gun earlier that day.
But if you can mistake a black man on the ground with his hands up and an autistic man playing with a truck for an immediate and deadly threat, maybe you shouldn’t be a police officer.
What will it take for this country to realize so many of these police shootings are unnecessary? To realize how many people are dead for no good reason. For no reason except our learned fear of black men?
And the fact that they’re trying to *justify* this by saying the officer was shooting at the autistic man? Horrifying. Frightening. Disgusting. And another example of our abysmal handling of psychological and mental health issues, both as a society in general, and in law enforcement specifically.
There are individual police departments working to do better. There are a lot of good cops out there. But it’s not enough. We need to do better as a nation. More training, accountability, and less-lethal options from the people we have empowered to enforce the law. (Better laws would help as well, in many cases.) We need to demand better from our elected leaders, and vote out those who refuse to push for changes that would help everyone, including the police.
Until we do, innocent people will continue to be shot. They will continue to die. And for what? The crime of being black? Of being mentally ill?
Stop making excuses. Stop letting people die while we look the other way. Stop pretending everything’s fine because acknowledging anything else might make you uncomfortable. Stop enabling a culture and a system that steals the lives of innocent people.
Did the officer consciously and deliberately set out to shoot an innocent, unarmed black man? I highly doubt it. He may be telling the truth when he says he was intending to save the therapist from an (imagined) threat.
But intentions don’t stop gunshots. They don’t heal bullet holes. They don’t bring back the dead.
Mirrored from Jim C. Hines.
The production is great and the cast is stellar, particularly Patrick Page, who is frankly terrifying but also completely magnetic as Hades. Everyone in the cast is frankly amazing at bringing the gods to life, and though Orpheus and Eurydice are younger and less experienced, they are portrayed in no less accomplished a manner. The semi-immersive staging just makes it easier to get caught up in the story, which is told in a kind of 30s Dust Bowl/New Orleans jazz Americana style which doesn't sound like it should work but totally does, and the show also has no fear about making contemporary political statements, which are most obvious in the song that could be about Trump, "Why We Build the Wall." The performance also leads hard and brilliantly on the particular power of the Greek conception of the gods, which is to say that they are both metaphors and examples of the forces they represent. And though the story is ostensibly that of Orpheus and Eurydice, the complicated, bittersweet marriage of Hades and Persephone is just as important to the plot, and frankly even more engrossing on some levels; we know how the former story ends, but the other is less clear. The costuming is brilliant too; we particularly loved the Fates, who carry their respective tools of the trade--scissors, a ruler, and thread--on their persons in the manner of weaponry and sing in harmonies that recall the Pointer Sisters. I can't wait for the cast album to be released next year.