Things happening

Jan. 25th, 2026 07:42 pm
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Life is still happening while everything is going on.  The Bay is preparing in a variety of ways for a possible escalation, especially since ICE thugs have been spotted in Albany and a few other places, possibly Alameda.  They tried to snatch someone near Hoover School a few weeks ago but a kind person offered them sanctuary. 

I am low key worried for Shirley (y'know cause Mexican American) but I try not to dwell on it.  She's taken a class in how to deal with agents showing up at the restaurant and when I showed up yesterday to pick her up from work, she was finishing up briefing her staff about their rights and what to do if they do show up.  The restaurant is in Berkeley and I just know the Orange Menace is salivating at taking another shot at the Bay.

NOTE: Daniel Lurie and the other business leaders were patting themselves on the back calling the Menace off of San Francisco.  What they love to ignore is that the feds were posted up on Coast Guard Island.  There was a ready response group out there to greet them, including religious leaders - one of whom was shot in the face by a fed.  Here's the thing, Coast Guard Island offered a direct shot straight into East Oakland.  They would have torn through there first way before they waltzed into San Francisco.  

Message to everyone: can we stop electing billionaires to anything and everything?  That goes for Tom Steyer running for governor.  That man annoys the fuck out of me on principle.  

Ugghghhhghghghghgh

In the interest of not going down the rabbit hole of depression, I'm dong the bits I can to be in community, particularly by bike.

I've been delivering food with Community Kitchens once a month with the Mobile Meal Team. We ride out with meals, water, and utensils to feed our unhoused neighbors.

Today, I rode out with a friend who works at the Crucible and helps coordinate refilling the Town Fridges.  The fridges sprang up during COVID so that folks could get fed.  There's a few left and we made a circle around town, checking out what was there and then refilling with staple foods like beans, rice, and canned goods.

It's on my mind to get into comms.  I want to get my HAM radio license and am also exploring mesh networks.  Oakland has ORCA so at some point this year, I hope to actually make contact with them.



D’oh!

Jan. 25th, 2026 08:08 pm
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Made dinner - left it home.

And there’s no delivery because of all this snow. Also, they’re nearly out of food.

Good thing I waited for the bus at the corner store - I have cheezits, coke, and a cupcake, a c food diet. (And in the morning I’ll eat some of their Cheerios!)

I nearly didn’t make it in. Couldn’t get a car, and my bus kept getting canceled, but finally one made it out of the terminal.
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The plot is picking up and I have no idea where it's going!

Also, it is absolutely impossible to track down the music for that show. There was one song I liked, so I tried to look it up. No dice. I eventually gave in and searched up "Killjoys soundtrack" and then, armed with the song title and artist name, tried again. Still no luck. I did find an entirely different song that's apparently written by somebody with no internet presence at all. If it wasn't apparently their only song I'd suspect AI. That picture is AI, though, has "artificial" written all over it, in illegible text. Song's not too uncatchy, but - I honestly don't know why the music in Killjoys is so hard to find.

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(belated) January 23 - 'What is your favorite fandom you've ever been a part of and why?' for [personal profile] elipie:

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(there are still slots open for the January Talking Meme here)

January Meme: The new 1930s?

Jan. 24th, 2026 06:26 pm
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[personal profile] maia asked: Compare and contrast the US right now and Germany in the 1930s.

Welll, that's the 1 billion question, isn't it. (Literary so, given that the Orange Felon wants to have this sum of money from any fellow autocrat so they can join his "board of peace".

Now: being German, I instinctively shy away from invoking Godwin's law, so I'll start at the outset by declaring that no, I don't think the Orange One is Hitler 2.0, or that ICE are the Gestapo. (The SA during the late Weimar Republic might be a better comparison, as in, paramlitary units lustily doing their best to create and exude violence in the cities so that the dear leader can declare only he can restore order.) Also, I wish we'd have had as many demonstrations against our newly authoritarian government in, say, 1933-1935 as there are in the US right now, instead of, well, none. Individual acts of resistance, sure. Also the SPD being the sole party speaking out against the Ermächtigungsgesetz after the Reichstag burning. (Don't remind me that our current bunch of Neonazis wants to inhabit the very room named after the brave SPD guy who spoke against Hitler on that occasion in 1933.) But no equivalent to the "No Kings" demonstrations, or the current ones in the bitter cold of Minnesota, not until it's the 1940s and the women married to some of the last free Jews in Berlin actually demonstrate in front of Gestapo headquarters when their men get rounded up. I respect and admire the hell out of these women, but given the reaction by Goebbels & Co., who really didn't know how to handle this, I can't help but which these kind of demonstrations had happened in 1933 already, when the ostracisation and taking away of civil rights of everyone's neiighbours started.

Anyway: where I do see parallels is the way rich industrialists paved the way and/or quickly fell in line and profit from the autoritarian government that came to power legally and then promptly started to destroy the republic it was supposed to govern from the inside, and the way huge swaths of the media of the day even before complete state control lis established cleave to the new Overlords. And on the other side of the political spectrum, I see a parallel in the tendency of the left and/or liberal parties to attack each other instead of allying against the authoritarians. (This would be the early 1930s pre 1933.) Now this is hardly unique to the 1930s; a friend of mine who is in his late 80s and actually is a member of the SPD, our traditional centre-left party, said you can always rely on the left to attack each other with more vehemence than anyone else to the profit of their opponents.) Seriously, in the late Weimar Republic the Communists might have had their streetfights with the Nazis, but they kept declaring the SPD was the true enemy, and never mind the communists, your avarage progressive journalist was far more likely to attack and complain moderate or left leaning politicians than the Nazis. (Famously, journalistic icon Karl Kraus declared this was because "nothing about the Nazis inspires my imagination" ("Zu den Nazis fällt mir nichts ein"). Thanks, Kraus.) I'm not saying Democrats should be above criticism, absolutely not, but honestly, I have no time at all for the type of purist who declared they couldn't vote for Kamala Harris (or Hilary Clinton before her) because "Republicans and Democrats are the same anyway" or other arguments along that line. They knew what was at stake, just as anyone paying attention back in the Weimar Republic day did.


Of course, the Orange Menace has been far more open about his grifter status and his unending greed than the Nazis back in the day, but that's because of the difference in eras and societies; financial shakedowns and mafia tactics are getting admiration from huge parts of US society, it seems, whereas the Nazs while being no less interested in robbery by state (some were a bit more blatant about it like Goering, but it really was practised on every level, starting, of course, with forcing German Jews to "sell" their property for ricidiculous little sums) felt the need to dress it up far more, not least because part of Hitler's image included priding himself on "asceticism" and "living for the people". But they - and pretty much every populist/authoritarian system not just in the 1930s - use the same basic structure in their rethoric which unfortunately keeps working through the decades (centuries?).

1) You, the audience, are the best, you're perfect, anyone who wants you to change or adjust is an evil tyrant.

2.) But evidently your life isn't perfect. This is the fault of THEM. (Never, ever, is it the slightest bit your responsibility.) THEY are a mixture of external bogeymen and within-the-society scapegoat. THEY have absolutely no redeeming features and so you don't have to consider talking or negotiating or what not - THEY just deserve to be squashed. Punishing THEM will also magically solve whatever problems your society currently has.

3.) Of course, the squashing and punishing of THEM cannot be done with those lame old laws already existing. On the contrary, these have to be gotten rid off. Any attempt to restrain the punishment and squashing of THEM is clearly treason anyway.

4.) The glorious movement you, you wonderful person, are now a part of is led by the best leader ever. If he doesn't deliver all you want from him immediately, well, he's punishing both the weak traitors and the evil brutes for you, and isn't that the best part anyway?


Meanwhile, any half way responsible take on political situation basically has to start with "it's complicated", analyze and use "maybe it's this way, but maybe there are also other factors" type of qualifications, and any policy of a democratic government is by nature of the government a compromise. Meaning you always leave some disappointment in your electorate. And in an age with an ever shorter attention span, where the majority of people are not bothering with reading or listening to longer explanations anymore and just want short and punchy reassurances, this is possibly more dangerous a fertile ground for the transition of a Republic to a totalitarian state than Germany of the early 1930s was.

Not least because Germany, not as the Kaiserreich nor as the Weimar Republic nor even as the Third Reich, was ever the most powerful state of the world, with the largest miilitary and economic might. The fact the US won't be this for much longer anymore if things continue the way they are going isn't a comfort, because then it will be China.) It did a lot of damage when ruled by evil people anyway. But it had at no point the type of power the US has right now. This is not a comforting thought, either.

Lastly: in school, we were taught that a problem the Weimar Republic had was that there weren't enough republicans with a small r in it, that the Empire had conditioned its subjects to a strictly hiearchical society, that as opposed to England Germany hadn't had a centuries long transitonary period between absolutism and parliamentary rule, let a centuries of a Republic with the resulting self-understanding the way the uS has. On the one hand, I am a bit more sceptical on tha last part now. I mean, I always knew that The West Wing wasn't reality tv, but I didn't think The Handmaid's Tale was, either. Especially with the Nixon precedence, where the Republicans did turn against their blatantly caught at wrong doing President instead of removing their spine and denying he could have possibly done something wrong, I did believe the whole checks and balance thing I had learned about in school did work. For enlightened self interest reasons if not for moral reasons, because who would want their career to depend on the whim of a despot with more self control than a toddler? But no. On the other hand, see above. I only wish we would have had so much visible protest and opposition to horrible injustices in the 1930s as I see every day happening in the US. The Weimar Republic ceased to be within three months of Hitler becoming Chancellor, basically. By autumn, the transformation into hardcore dictatorship was complete. Whereas the US is still a Republic. If you can keep it.

The other days
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I used a different upload with a better description for 'The Perfect Neighbor' leads Gold Derby odds for Documentary Feature at the Oscars.

so you're hovering at the surface.

Jan. 24th, 2026 03:40 pm
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3amtarot is doing posts on grief atm, and as always I'm finding them a valuable read. Trying out one of today's spreads below.

One spread below.  )
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One of the things Insurgent makes harder to ignore than Divergent ever did is this: the faction system is not just restrictive - it is actively violent.

Not always in loud, obvious ways. Not only through executions or faction wars. But through the constant, grinding demand that people reduce themselves to a single acceptable version of who they are, and then perform that version perfectly or suffer the consequences.

The series' language insists this is about choice. You choose a faction. You decide where you belong. But Insurgent exposes how hollow that promise really is.

Because a choice made under threat is not a choice. It's compliance.

From the moment someone fails to fit cleanly into a faction, the system closes around them. Be factionless, be invisible. Be insufficiently Abnegation, insufficiently Dauntless, insufficiently Erudite - and your value drops instantly. Identity isn't something you explore or grow into; it's something you must prove, again and again, under surveillance.

What Insurgent does particularly well is show how exhausting that is.

This isn't a world where people are allowed to be contradictory, or messy, or unfinished. You are brave, selfless, intelligent, or honest. Any overlap is dangerous. Any ambiguity is suspicious. And Divergence isn't terrifying because it's powerful - it's terrifying because it exposes the lie at the heart of the system: that people can never be reduced to one thing.

In that sense, Divergents aren't rebels by choice. They are problems simply by existing.

What complicates this further is that the narrative itself sometimes seems torn between critiquing the system and reproducing its logic. Even as Insurgent condemns faction rigidity, it still relies on exceptional individuals - people who are more than others - to drive change. The system is wrong, yes, but it's still the special, resilient, unusually capable people who are allowed to survive it.

That tension sits at the heart of the book for me. Is Insurgent asking us to imagine a world beyond rigid categorisation or is it reinforcing the idea that only certain kinds of people can transcend it?

Tris's journey embodies that conflict. Her struggle isn't just external; it's internalised faction pressure. She has absorbed the idea that worth must be proven through suffering, that identity must be earned through pain, that choosing wrongly deserves punishment. The system doesn't just control bodies, it reshapes how people think about themselves.

By the time Insurgent reaches its midpoint, the cost of choice is everywhere. Choice fractures alliances. Choice isolates. Choice becomes something characters are punished for making and for refusing to make. The novel becomes less about freedom and more about endurance: how long can someone survive being forced into shapes that don't fit?

Reading it now, that feels like the book's most interesting legacy.

Not the action, or the twists, or the escalating rebellion - but the quiet insistence that systems which demand singular identities will always break the people inside them. Even - maybe especially - the ones who appear to choose them freely.
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And not, apparently, legitimately going anywhere?

Guys, you need to tell me these things! Now where am I supposed to pirate this one from? (I mean, uh, legally obtain it - oh, fuck it.)

Actually Autistic

Jan. 23rd, 2026 07:22 pm
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So, after a number of years on multiple waiting lists, I have my autism diagnosis

I don’t really know how I’m supposed to feel about it, but there’s a lot of “oh… that explains everything” and a lot of relief that I’m not a bad or broken person.

I spent a long time thinking I was wrong somehow - cold, lacking empathy, too intense about the “wrong” things. It turns out my brain just works differently.

Right now I mostly feel... buffering. Numb, but not in a bad way. Like my system is quietly re-sorting years of memories with new labels.

I’m not ready to be insightful or inspirational about this. I just wanted to say it out loud.

I wasn’t a psycho. I was autistic, without the information I needed.
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⭐️⭐️⭐️ (3 stars)

Insurgent is an interesting but uneven middle book - one that kept my attention without ever fully winning me over.

I'm very aware that I'm not the target audience for this series, and I think that colours my response here. There's a lot in Insurgent that will work well for readers invested in the characters and the world, particularly the escalating stakes and constant forward momentum.

At the same time, the novel often feels busy rather than deep. The plot is packed with movement, faction politics, and shifting alliances, but emotional beats are rushed through in favour of action. As a result, moments that should land hard sometimes pass by without much impact.

That said, I was intrigued. The world-building continues to raise interesting questions about control, identity, and rebellion, and the series' larger ideas kept me turning pages even when the execution didn't fully work for me. Tris remains a compelling central figure, even if I never felt as emotionally connected as the story seemed to want me to be.

Ultimately, Insurgent is a solid, readable sequel that does what it needs to do to move the story forward. It didn't quite click for me, but I can absolutely see why it resonates with its intended audience.
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A Bit of a Stretch is funny, furious, and quietly devastating in equal measure.

Written as a diary of Chris Atkins' time in prison, the book is sharply observational and often laugh-out-loud witty, even as it documents a system that is chronically underfunded, overcrowded, and casually cruel. The humour never blunts the reality; instead, it makes the injustice land harder.

Atkins is particularly good at capturing the small, grinding absurdities of prison life - the bureaucracy, the petty rules, the boredom - and showing how they erode people over time. What makes the book so effective is its refusal to sensationalise. Violence is not the point here; degradation, neglect, and indifference are.

There's a clear awareness of the author's own privilege and the ways it buffers him from the worst excesses of the system, and that self-reflection adds weight rather than defensiveness. The book is angry, but it's also humane, empathetic, and deeply concerned with how easily society accepts cruelty once it's hidden behind walls.

The only reason this isn't a full five stars is that the diary format can occasionally feel repetitive - though that repetition arguably mirrors the reality of incarceration itself.

A compelling, important read that manages to be entertaining without ever losing sight of the human cost of prison.
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One of the things The Time Hop Coffee Shop does particularly well is sit with nostalgia without romanticising it.

Nostalgia is seductive. It smooths edges. It filters memory through warmth and familiarity, making the past feel safer than the present. We remember how things felt, not how they actually were - and even then, we remember only certain feelings. The ones that comfort us. The ones that reassure us that there was a time when things made sense.

But comfort is not the same as happiness.

In The Time Hop Coffee Shop, the chance to revisit the past isn't framed as a gift without consequence. Returning to old moments doesn't magically restore joy or fix what went wrong. Instead, it exposes something quieter and more unsettling: how easy it is to confuse “I miss this” with “this was good for me.”

There are moments in our lives that glow in hindsight because they belong to a version of ourselves that felt younger, more hopeful, or more certain. But that glow often comes from distance, not truth. When we look closer, the happiness we think we're remembering is threaded with anxiety, exhaustion, compromise, or unspoken hurt. Those things didn't disappear - they were just edited out of the highlight reel.

The book gently suggests that nostalgia is less about wanting the past back and more about wanting relief from the present. When life feels uncertain, heavy, or unkind, the past becomes a refuge - not because it was perfect, but because it's finished. Nothing new can go wrong there.

And yet, revisiting the past doesn't offer the safety we expect. It can't give us the things we didn't know to ask for at the time. It can't make people behave differently, or turn near-misses into fulfilled dreams. What it can do is show us how far we've come, and how much we survived without realising we were surviving at all.

What I loved most about The Time Hop Coffee Shop is that it doesn't shame nostalgia. It understands why we cling to it. But it also refuses to let nostalgia pretend it's happiness. The book treats memory as something to be acknowledged and honoured - not something to live inside.

Because happiness isn't a place we can return to. It's something that has to be built, slowly and imperfectly, in the present we're standing in now.

Sometimes the most meaningful thing the past can offer us isn't a second chance - it's permission to stop chasing one.
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I used this as the image after the jump in 'Snow White' and 'War of the Worlds' tie for most Razzie nominations ahead of 'Star Trek: Section 31'.

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⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (4 stars)

The Time Hop Coffee Shop is a gentle, heart-warming novel about second chances, nostalgia, and the quiet realisation that the life we imagine isn't always the one we want.

Greta Perks once embodied the perfect TV wife and mother in a series of glossy coffee commercials. Years later, her real life feels far messier: her marriage is faltering, her relationship with her teenage daughter is strained, and her career feels firmly in the past. When she stumbles into a mysterious coffee shop and wishes for the life she once portrayed on screen, she wakes up in Mapleville - a town that looks like perfection poured into a mug.

What works so well here is the way Patrick lets that perfection slowly unravel. Watching the cracks appear in Mapleville as Greta begins to question what she truly wants is handled with warmth and care. The novel gently explores the idea that fantasy often smooths over the hard, human edges that make life meaningful.

The plot is predictable in places, but in this case, that felt like part of the comfort rather than a flaw. The themes - be careful what you wish for, the value of second chances, and choosing reality over illusion - are familiar, but they're delivered with sincerity and emotional intelligence. The ending, in particular, feels earned and true to the characters.

This was my first Phaedra Patrick novel, and it made me smile more than once. A cozy, uplifting read that understands both the pull of nostalgia and the courage it takes to let it go.
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There's a particular kind of grief that Every Heart a Doorway understands instinctively: not the grief for something that died, but for something that *was real* and is now unreachable. A world that fit. A version of yourself that made sense. A door that opened once - and then closed.

Seanan McGuire doesn't treat portal fantasy as escapism. She treats it as truth. The children who come back from their doors aren't delusional or confused; they're bereaved. And the cruelty of the so‑called real world isn't that it doubts their stories - it's that it insists they should be fine now. That they should move on. That whatever made them *whole* somewhere else was a childish phase, best forgotten.

That insistence is where the harm lives.

Nancy's grief is quiet, bone-deep, and constantly misunderstood. She doesn't express her pain in ways that make adults comfortable. She doesn't soften it, decorate it, or rush toward recovery. Instead, she carries it with her - the stillness, the restraint, the refusal to pretend she wants what the world expects of her. And for that, she is punished.

What struck me on this read was how much of that punishment is rooted in gendered expectations. Nancy's refusal to be warm, expressive and compliant - her resistance to the emotional labour so often demanded of girls - is framed as a problem to be solved. She is cold. She is difficult. She is wrong. The school exists to help children who've returned from impossible worlds, but even there, the pressure to become legible, palatable, *normal* seeps in.

Normal, in this book, is not neutral.

Normal is enforced.

McGuire is especially careful - and radical - in how she writes asexuality. Nancy's asexuality isn't a puzzle, a symptom, or a phase to be corrected. It's simply part of who she is, as intrinsic as her longing for the Halls of the Dead. Yet it's precisely this refusal of expected desire - romantic, sexual, reproductive - that places her further outside what the adults around her are willing to accept.

There's an unspoken rule in our world that healing looks like reintegration. That recovery means wanting what you're supposed to want. That if you don't crave the right things - romance, ambition, domesticity, forward momentum - then something must be broken in you.

Every Heart a Doorway quietly but firmly rejects that.

The children who found their doors didn't escape because they were weak. They escaped because those worlds *recognised* them. Some needed logic, some needed chaos, some needed rules, some needed blood and shadow and endings. None of those needs is treated as lesser. None are pathologised — until the children are forced back.

That's where the real violence happens.

The book keeps circling one devastating idea: that being forced to abandon the self you were allowed to be is a form of trauma. And that pretending otherwise doesn't make it kinder - it just makes it lonelier.

What makes this hit especially hard is how familiar it all feels. You don't need to have walked through a literal door to recognise the shape of this grief. Many of us have known spaces - identities, communities, ways of being - where we were briefly, astonishingly at home. And many of us have been told, explicitly or implicitly, that those selves were unsustainable. Unrealistic. Inappropriate. Something to grow out of.

Queer people. Asexual people. Disabled people. Neurodivergent people. Anyone whose existence disrupts the tidy story of what a life is supposed to look like.

We're often asked to trade authenticity for acceptability. To sand ourselves down until we fit back into the world that never quite wanted us.

McGuire doesn't offer easy comfort here. The doors don't reopen on command. Not everyone gets to go back. Some losses remain permanent. But what the book does offer is recognition - and the insistence that this grief is real, that it matters, and that refusing to "get over it" can be an act of truth rather than failure.

There's something profoundly compassionate in a story that says: you were not wrong for loving that world. You were not broken for wanting to stay. And you are not obligated to desire the life you were handed simply because it's the only one currently available.

Some doors close.

That doesn't mean what was on the other side stops being part of you.

And maybe the quiet, radical hope of Every Heart a Doorway is this: that even when the world insists on normalcy at all costs, there will always be people - and stories - who understand the cost of that insistence, and who will sit with you in the grief of what almost was.

Instant vid rec.

Jan. 23rd, 2026 03:21 pm
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The Black Phone is a film that's vaguely been on my list of things to see for a few years now, but I never got around to it. This vid slaps though! Highly recommend watching with the lights dimmed and headphones on. Such good build and atmosphere.

House by [personal profile] evewithanapple.

Also, while I'm not in Heated Rivalry fandom, I am a fan of excellent vidders. And I know for a fact these vidders are most excellent. *firm nod*

Gimme Sympathy by [personal profile] tafadhali.
We're so close to something better left unknown

Blow by [archiveofourown.org profile] bingeling.
You taste like cigarettes.

Go get your boys!

(and I won't do today's Snowflake Challenge, but you're all awesome and enrich my life in a myriad of ways ❤️)

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