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A recent viral video involving the humble dish has helped make it synonymous with parental nagging and the generational communication divide between parents and children.

Hayashi Kimuko (1884-1967)

Sep. 19th, 2025 08:41 pm
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Hayashi Kimuko was born in 1884 in Tokyo; her birth name was Kin. Her father Toyotake Wakunidayu was a joruri reciter, and her mother Takemoto Soko one of his disciples, and later a noted reciter in her own right. At age seven Kimuko was adopted by Uchida Hana, who ran a noted ryotei frequented by the leading politicians of the day, to be trained as her successor. She began studying traditional dance at nine in the Nishikawa-ryu school, along with the koto, the shamisen, the tea ceremony, and flower arrangement. At twelve she began to write waka poetry. By her teens she was considered one of the three great beauties of the period, along with Kujo Takeko and Yanagiwara Byakuren.

In 1901, at seventeen, she was married to the politician Hinata Terutake, who had made good as a broker in Hawaii promoting Japanese immigration; he had come to the ryotei and fallen in love with her at first sight. Although not in love with him, she appreciated his sincerity and gentlemanly manners, and the marriage eventually took place in the face of Kimuko’s adoptive mother’s protests. Kimuko and Hinata, who had been baptized in Hawaii, attended church together, and in 1905 moved into an enormous mansion known after its location as the “Tabata Palace,” where Kimuko held court as mistress of the salon (and learned to like the snakes her husband kept as pets for his amusement; the newspapers claimed she kept snakes up her kimono sleeves and bathed in perfume). They had six children between 1902 and 1913. In between, Kimuko found the time to study languages, art, and theology, as well as to write and publish well-regarded stories, essays, and poetry. In 1913 she became involved in the New Real Women’s group with Nishikawa Fumiko and others, arguing against loveless marriages and marriage with men who did not respect women.

In 1914, Hinata was arrested for alleged involvement with the Oura Incident (a vote-buying scandal involving military expenditures); he became unbalanced in prison and died in 1918 in a psychiatric hospital. Kimuko sold the mansion and focused on her existing sideline, taken up when her husband’s businesses wavered, producing and selling Aurora beauty lotion (she used her already legendary looks to put the product over) in addition to her writing and dancing. Her cosmetic work put her in contact with the pharmacist and poet Hayashi Ryuha, nine years younger than she, whom she called her first love; they married in 1919 and opened their own pharmacy, the brief gap between husbands (as well as Hayashi’s age and Kimuko’s existing children) setting off an enormous scandal. (Her oldest daughter Chie, then seventeen, remembered being told “it’s time for you to stand on your own two feet” at the time.) Kimuko found support in the activist Hiratsuka Raicho; although Raicho’s Bluestocking group had been ideological opponents of Kimuko’s New Real Women, both of them had set out on unconventional marriages with younger men, leading Raicho to sympathize.

In 1924, Kimuko launched her own “Hayashi-ryu” dance school, focusing on creative and folktale-based dance; she produced numerous dances of her own, some drawing on Western concepts and music as well, and promoted dance as a source of physical and mental health for women. She kept her dance lesson fees low and taught her students classical literature on the side; in addition, she and her husband both wrote poetry for the children’s literary magazine Akai Tori [Red Bird]. Kazue, the fourth of her six daughters, eventually inherited the school (of the other children, Chie married a pastor, Nana became a typist, studied in the States, and married a judge, Harumitsu was a sailor and an actor, Kiyomitsu was a cameraman, Saeko wrote for radio, and Momoko and Midori died in their twenties).

In 1945, just as Midori was dying of tuberculosis, Hayashi got another woman pregnant; Kimuko told him that the child would need a father and sent him off, although they never formally divorced. She received the Order of the Sacred Treasure, 5th class, in 1966, and died the following year at the age of 82.

Sources
Mori 2014
https://kusanomido.com/study/history/japan/shouwa/97010/ (Japanese) Photos of Kimuko, her mother, her first husband and others.

Doom Patrol (1987) #8

Sep. 19th, 2025 12:29 pm
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Writer: Paul Kupperberg

Pencils: Erik Larsen

Inks: Gary Martin


It is up to the adult members of the Doom Patrol to take on Shrapnel.


Read more... )

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This was a no-shopping day!! But I did get in a walk around the park while I was downtown. I also visited my aunt, hand-washed dishes, went for a walk with Pip and the dogs, put a chuck roast in the crock pot, and took mom to a dr. appt.

I finished the Duncan Kincaid book, read some fanfic, and watched some HGTV programs.

Temps started out at 45.1(F) and reached 78.4. I was not brave enough to wear shorts first thing in the morning, but I did change into them mid-morning! It was still only 64 degrees at that time, but much better than 45! I was glad later on that I had.


Mom Update:

Mom was doing pretty well in the morning, but she was exhausted by the time we got home from her doctor appointment. more back here )

Wanderer's 2025 Wishlist

Sep. 19th, 2025 11:25 pm
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Username: Wanderer
AO3 Username: TheWanderingWandererWonders
Does your account accept gifts? Yes

Wanderer's wishlist )

Comment below to leave a gift for this wishlist! Gift comments can be anonymous or signed in. Comments are screened until reveals on 6 October (Reunion Festival).

All gifts must be posted in or linked in comments. If you like, you can post transformative works to the AO3 collection. If your gift doesn't meet AO3's terms of service (picspams, etc.) and is too big to fit in a comment, you can post to Googledocs, set the security to "anyone with the link", and link to the work in the wishlist comments. Other hosting (Tumblr, etc.) is also fine as long as the gift is only visible with a direct link. In any case, please leave a link to the gift in the comments here.

Guardian Wishlist rules/FAQ/schedule

Doctor Fate (1987) #1

Sep. 19th, 2025 10:29 am
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Writer: J.M. DeMatteis

Pencils: Keith Giffen

Inks: Dave Hunt


The Lords of Order have surrendered to the coming of the Lords of Chaos, but Nabu refuses to give up. He abducts a young boy named Eric Strauss and makes him the new Doctor Fate.


Read more... )

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Sep. 19th, 2025 02:39 pm
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Moontime began today. My cramps were affecting me even before my moontime began. I got skin patches that are supposed to be for sleep, because they have magnesium, L-theanine and valerian which also relieve cramps. I tried them and they work! The patches also have melatonin and chamomile and so on for sleep, but wearing one during the day didn't make me sleepy. Taking a walk for an hour helped ease the cramps, too.

My gut is absolutely wrecked though, and I don't know what to do about that. It's utterly exhausting me. Probably the prostaglandins going overboard.

I started watching Bon Appetit, Your Majesty in which a modern-day chef goes back in time to the Joseon era and captivates people's tastebuds, ending up in the royal kitchens. I was expecting it to be cozy but while the cooking and eating bits are cozy, the rest of it is hella stressful because the royals are all pieces of work and the male lead is a tyrant king. Our chef is in mortal danger every episode even though all she's trying to do is cook and get by peacefully until she can find her way back to 2025 😭 not the ideal moontime watch, so I'm looking for something else. I do have a bunch of cozy fantasy books amassed from a couple of sales. I'm currently reading an ARC of Lidiya Foxglove's Wanted: Brooding Man, Tragic Past which releases in a couple of days and which is delightful. Not cozy but not uncozy either, and that's a middle ground I enjoy.

Figuring out an author newsletter )

12 Hours to Deadline!

Sep. 19th, 2025 02:54 am
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Assignments are due almost exactly 12 hours from now [countdown | in your time zone].

Please make sure that you have a completed work of 1000 words or more posted -- partial works and/or works that are under the minimum risk deletion and default at deadline. If you need a one-time extension, please contact us at classicfilmexchange@gmail.com. 

Good luck to those still working!

Garden and general update

Sep. 19th, 2025 05:17 pm
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There's not a lot flowering yet, at the end of (for Auckland) an especially cold, wet, windy winter. I haven't felt much like gardening until the past couple of weeks and am just getting back into it now, refurbishing pots of bulbs and lilies, trying to plant snap peas (if enough of them ever sprout!)

Of course, there are other reasons why I've felt like huddling indoors, and I've been dealing with more anxiety - as I imagine, most of us have. It's sometimes hard to figure out which reality is "real" - is the cheerful busyness I feel on good days accurate, or is it denial? Is the trepidation of bad days realistic, or "through a glass darkly"? I've also considered whether my previous bout of thyroid overactivity might be coming back - I've been off the medication for it for ten months now. It can cause jitteriness, but there's more than enough cause for that without looking for medical culprits. I'll get a test when my GP arranges the form, anyway. I'm also temporarily carless - it threw up a load of warning lights and balked at starting so is at the mechanics. That might be making me feel unsettled as well.

Good things to focus on are the enjoyment of getting my hands into dirt again, watching the local sparrows mobbing the bird feeder when I fill it with seeds, a big rice-cooker of bean, veggie, kumara & chilli stew which has taken care of several days of meals, and some excellent books I've been reading and will review soon.

Have a few garden pics, meanwhile.

Return of the giant Mexican sunflower! (by my Dalek compost bin)White primula in the agapanthus leaves
Fairy crassula in a hanging basketTub of succulents
Impatiens at the base of a leafless Japanese maple

Ipheion (Starflower)

Fic ABCs

Sep. 27th, 2025 11:13 pm
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Here's a fun one I shamelessly stole from where it was making the rounds on social media.

How many letters of the alphabet have you used for a fic title? One fic per line.

I'm assuming the more fic one has written, the more likely one is to have used most of the alphabet. Or maybe not? Try it and let's find out!

I've written 408 and, in my case, the answer is yes. I've used them all except for X... and now I'm oddly determined to fix that.

Score: 25/26

And a bonus I've added just because I was curious: How many of your fic titles are song titles?

52. But most of those are older fic. I used song titles a lot more than I do these days.

list beneath cut )

Weekend Plans

Sep. 19th, 2025 12:30 am
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I wanted to take a minute to type up my plans for the weekend while I'm thinking about it. I'll probably type up a proper to-do list sometime tomorrow (well, I suppose it's technically today at this point) so that I can mark things off as I do them, but I thought it would help to at least come up with a summary of sorts.

More under the cut. )

In general? I'm really hoping that Monday will mark a new beginning of sorts. That's the plan, as long as the universe cooperates. 🤞🏻

Life has been exhausting even without all of the stuff going on in the US in general, and I'm just so fucking tired. I need a new beginning, even if "autumn is finally here" is a relatively arbitrary one.
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Title: Don't talk to me until I've had my coffee
Pairing: Jeltsje/Rodney
Summary: Rodney plays a harmless prank, and accidentally gets a little too into it. 
Rating: T (swearing)
Author's note: listen there was an opening scene in Babylon 5 that had no right to be as iddy as it was and now you're stuck with me. 

Mornings suck. )
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This afternoon I voted Miss Jessel from Jack Clayton's The Innocents (1961) one of my favorite ghosts on film, a tall order but a true one. A masterstroke of sound design and suggestion, she's not spectral, she's uncanny: as real as the reflection she casts on the sunlit shiver of the lake, as motionless in the heat as the bulrushes she stands so far out among, she could be walking on water, though we will learn she drowned herself in it instead. Her slight, dark-dressed figure in long shot gives no impression of a threat, nor even any particular emotion such as hunger or melancholy that would make her apparition easier to read. Her incongruity becomes its own eeriness, the noonday drabness of her presence more frightening than its disappearance between one look and the next, which is after all only characteristic of her kind, though part of the film's chill is that really it has no such rules by which a haunting may be mapped and governed, only the inexplicable facts of things that should not be. Once we have heard that she grieved sleeplessly for her rough, flaunting lover until she died of him, the governess played like a doorway of possession by Deborah Kerr can hear her sobbing, a desolate, gulping, wretchedly echoing sound that when finally traced to the schoolroom has nothing to do with the still-faced, dry-eyed imprint of Miss Jessel at her desk and yet when the governess rushes to the empty chair and touches the slate left by her own earlier lesson, it is wet with tears. Without a parapsychological conversation in sight, it gives the effect of a ghost that has stained through time in all its layers, desynched to perpetuity. The parallel sightings of Peter Wyngarde's Peter Quint with his cock-strut and his bestial snarl of a smile, always smeared through sun-mist, night-glass, steam-sweat until he can cast his unfiltered shadow from a crumbling ring of statues at last have their own rude potency, as malignantly charged as one of the more explicitly libidinous legends of Hell House, but it is his ruined lover who looks as though you could never scrape her off the air, so soaked into this patch of reality that trying to part her from the grounds of Bly would be about as efficacious as trying to exorcise an ice age. Their voices whisper like tape loops on the candlelit stairs. The children are watching. The children are watching. The children are watching. Like the uncredited radiophonics of Daphne Oram that accompany her first, summer-humming manifestation, Miss Jessel or whatever has been left of her belongs to the weirdness of time just really starting to flower in British film and TV, more Nigel Kneale than Henry James or even Truman Capote and yet she fits as exactly into the sensibilities of the Victorian Gothic as she would into the bright horror of that lakeside to this day. She was one of three images left on film by the artist and director Clytie Jessop and I doubt you could get her off the print, either. This excellence brought to you by my watching backers at Patreon.
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Getting back to more pleasant topics, been meaning to do this one that I found awhile ago, from [personal profile] tellshannon815 


1. Which of your fics is your pride and joy?

Not sure I can choose, but I have to say that my 'pride and joys' are fics that I'm personally happiest with rather than the popular ones (which aren't necessarily the same thing). Writing is a personal thing for me, which is good because most of my fandoms are long dead.

2. What are your top three most commonly used tags on AO3?

Humor, introspection, and friendship. Which makes sense, because those are things most of my stories include, no matter what type of story they are.

rest of questions and answers... )

SOTD: Say My Name, "Goldilocks Water"

Sep. 18th, 2025 10:07 pm
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This popped up on my playlist today while I was doing some yardwork and I loved it. When I came in, I watched the video, and I loved it more: They were apparently copying Weeekly's aesthetic, which I fine with me: I can always use more of Weeekly's aesthetic, especially now that Weeekly has disbanded. Enjoy!

Damage might have been done

Sep. 18th, 2025 10:36 pm
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So after throwing up at 1 AM as I was getting ready for bed I made a choice to not continue at the moment on this med. My heart burn is so bad and the nausea rampant that there was no way to keep on to 'see if I adjust'. It took until 10 tonight to not be nauseated but my stomach hurts so badly that I was honestly weighing going to the ER to be sure it's not a bleeding ulcer. I chose not to because a) I doubt they'd do anything other than to say see a GI doc (like 4 months from now) b) cut for tmi ) I still might go to urgent care if this pain and heart burn continue. I am worried that the med made my stomach issues worse.

Saw the allergist today. No one took my blood pressure. I should have asked them to but I was still SO sick at that point (he saw it immediately) I'm still light headed (another reasons to fear a bleed but as I said, there aren't signs of one so I'm not hitting the panic button yet). Got my allergy pills redone.

Went to get meds in Jackson, wanted to do the Jackson Apple fest. went to the library to see the quilt part of it and...they didn't do it this year. Aw. Then realized the building they usually do the craft vendors in is being torn down and I didn't know where they'd be now and also realized I was way too light headed to walk blocks to this so I came home. Sigh.

Have some community recs

[community profile] therealljidol What would you get if you took a writing competition added the twists and turns of reality television and put it on a rollercoaster with iffy brakes? You'd get LJ Idol: "A microcosm of everything Livejournal". this is on their DW profile page...


[community profile] characters20in20 A Dreamwidth 20in20 Icon challenge community!


[community profile] fandomweekly multifandom weekly short fic challenge

Strolling through.

Sep. 18th, 2025 10:10 pm
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The highlight of the day was sending out a pair of novel queries, the first in a while. Beyond that, not much. I got the flu and TDAP boosters yesterday, so my arm's sore enough I didn't want to move it a whole lot, certainly not for weightlifting, so all it was in the gym was the treadmill.

I also found out why I hadn't been informed of certain family developments: they're all on the family group chat. However, everyone else is using the iPhone's proprietary message system. Last week I turned that off to just get text messages, thinking that might help with coordinating movie theater seats - if an iPhone message wouldn't get sent, maybe a text would. Then the other people arrived and I didn't think about it for several days, until my dad gave me a call the other day about recent ongoing developments. I tried turning that feature back on, but it didn't bring in the backlog of things that'd been shared, so I'm still at a loss for how things are going. I'm also really tempted to turn it back off, just to see what happens. Except given how my phone's already largely incapable of getting internet-based message services, there's not much of a difference to be made.

Not One of Us issue 84

Sep. 18th, 2025 07:18 pm
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I have a flash story in the current issue of Not One of Us, and what a great issue to be in! I'm sharing the table of contents with Patricia Russo, Sonya Taaffe, and Jeannelle Ferreira--all writers I've loved for a long time--along with Devan Barlow, whose work I've only gotten to know recently, but I enjoy, and others whose work is totally new to me but whose literary acquaintance I'm pleased to make, like Zary Fekete.

Let me share a little (and then a lot!) about my own story first, and then some about the other contributions. Mine is called "The Moon in His Eyes," about a young woman who marries a water buffalo, only to fall in love with the moon on her wedding night. Curious about what happens? Well, you can buy a copy of Not One of Us here.

... or, if you don't mind being read to... I read it aloud here. It's literally just me sitting in my study reading into my desktop computer's camera and microphone all in a single take because I know nothing of video editing and am much too lazy, at present, to learn.

And now let me say a few words about the rest of the zine.

I really enjoyed this issue! )


So yeah! Get your hands on a copy of the zine here, and listen to me read "The Moon in His Eyes" here. ;-)
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