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Annie D ([personal profile] scaramouche) wrote2025-10-08 03:54 pm
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Book Log: The Epic of Bidasari

I picked up The Epic of Bidasari (and other tales) during a book fair ages ago in trying to support a local publisher, Silverfish Books, though sadly since then said publisher has gone under, apparently due to business troubles during lockdown. The book is a 2012 republishing of a 1901 publication by The Colonial Press (actual name!) which was a translation work from Malay to English of the older text, though it's unclear if they also did the Malay transcription from the oral form.

Having grown up here in the 80s/90s, I know and adore the 1964 black-and-white film Bidasari starring Sarimah and Jins Shamsudin. (Shockingly, I can't find an upload of the full film on youtube to share here!) It's due to familiarity with that movie that I picked up this book, and I really enjoyed reading the full English-translated poem, which makes up the meat of this book, though I do wish I had a Malay original as well because you can just SEE glimpses between the words of what the original was, plus as with all translations the vibes would just be different. Also, the dialogue of the Bidasari film is almost entirely in verse, and I would've loved to see if they'd ported anything over from the poem.

Bidasari is a folktale/fairytale about a princess, Bidasari, who is abandoned as a baby by her royal parents when they (the parents) are chased by a garuda and have to flee into the desert. Bidasari is rescued by a merchant of another kingdom, who prospers as he raises her. Bidasari grows up beautiful and kind and flawless (etc etc) which puts her in the radar of the queen, who is beautiful but not that beautiful, and fears that her husband the king will take Bidasari as his second wife if he sees her. So the queen has Bidasari brought to her and locks her up to abuse in the hopes of ruining her beauty, eventually seemingly killing her, but due to certain magical shenanigans Bidasari isn't dead dead, but only partly dead. Bidasari's body is returned to her merchant father, who puts her in a secret house-tomb in the woods that the king eventually stumbles upon while hunting.

Obviously there's some similarity to Snow White, and the filmmakers of the movie saw that, too, and made the queen a witch of sorts who has a magic mirror that she uses pretty much the same way as the Snow White queen does. But the biggest change, which surprised me, too, is that instead of Bidasari being the queen's stepdaughter, she's the queen's rival for the king's love, and that just makes so much sense! Of course that only works in a folktale setting where polygyny is a thing, and vanity is a good enough sin for these kinds of stories regardless, but the queen's intense, preemptive jealousy just feels more organic this way, which I thought was neat. Like, the queen created her own problems by targeting Bidasari, more or less. (The Bidasari movie has the love interest prince be the evil queen's stepson instead.)

Cut the rest for length. )
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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2025-10-07 11:24 pm

For when the heart's a sinking stone

He said, I'm just out of hospital,
but I'm still flying.

—H.D., "R.A.F." (1941)

I had a lot of help—I was that sort of chap.
—Margery Allingham, The China Governess (1962)

Northbound and once again rear-facing for all the good that selecting my seat in advance did me, I watched the trees start to change beyond the gravel-span of the tracks from late southerly green to the occasional bright lick of Halloween leaves, as if the train were coming in to autumn. [personal profile] spatch met me at the station with a roast beef sandwich. Hestia sniffed me all over intently and then licked my nose: I was acceptable despite a week in the company of other cat. I spent the rest of the night in a sort of liquescent state and reconstituted myself this afternoon just enough for a doctor's appointment, after which I promptly decohered for several hours again.

It was such a good trip. It was low-key, which was literally what the doctors ordered. I sat on a bench with my godchild and watched him sketch in his lesser notebook. I slept into the afternoon and no one cared that I often napped after just about any exertion from a walk around the block to dinner out at a Balkan market that served me a pljeskavica that it was doing its best to be bigger than my head and the first can of Schweppes Bitter Lemon I have seen in a store for years. I ate several species of fancy tinned fish. I did not manage to get to a museum with [personal profile] selkie, but all things considered it may have been even better that we spent so much time just hanging out, mostly on the couch where one night my godchild came down to impart weird medical facts before returning to bed. Because he's reading it in English class, I left the first two lines of the Odyssey written for him on the refrigerator in dry-erase marker and Homeric Greek. I took many fewer photos than usual, but have my favorite: my godson, the Star.



I did not get a picture somewhere in Connecticut of the old fender pier of a swing bridge so overgrown with trees and brush, it had become an oak-trussed island, like the prow of a ship burial, but it was the best thing I saw on the return train. Changes in circumstances still being assimilated, but at least I was somewhere loving when they hit.
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mific ([personal profile] mific) wrote2025-10-08 06:55 pm

Drawtober challenge days 1-8

Our annual October art challenge is underway over at [community profile] drawesome. I've been combining some of the prompts where possible as it adds an extra twist. The pics are all made in Procreate - you can click on each one for the full-sized art. The individual posts are here.

"through a window" & "molten"

"friendship" & "pool"

"mushroom procession"

"ignite" (mushroom procession at night)

"The Fluffy Under the Bed"


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flowing_river ([personal profile] flowing_river) wrote in [community profile] pinchhits2025-10-07 11:06 pm

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toastykitten ([personal profile] toastykitten) wrote in [community profile] thisfinecrew2025-10-07 08:58 pm

CA trans issues - call Gavin Newsom

Per Trans News Network, there are currently 10 bills on Gavin Newsom's desk that support LBGQT+ rights:

Trans Rights Bills

  • AB 82 / SB 497 – These privacy-focused bills provide needed confidentiality for patients, providers, and volunteers involved with trans healthcare. AB 82 offers important protections for reproductive healthcare, and prevents prescription data about drugs like testosterone and mifepristone from being stored in databases that could be accessible by other states.

  • AB 1084 / SB 59 – This pair of legal name change bills includes one that streamlines the process of updating legal name and gender, and another to ensure that older court records of name changes can’t be used to out or dox trans people.

  • SB 418 – Bolsters nondiscrimination protections for health insurance plans and requires the plans to cover up to a 12-month supply of prescription hormones.

LGBTQ+ Rights Bills

  • AB 554 – Requires insurance coverage of all FDA-approved medications that prevent HIV such as PreP, without prior authorization. 

  • AB 727 – Mandates that schools and universities must provide all youth suicide hotline information, including numbers for LGBTQ+ hotlines in the wake of Trump’s defunding of the Trevor Project hotline.

  • AB 678 – Requires state housing programs to coordinate with LGBTQ+ communities to ensure homelessness programs remain inclusive and nondiscriminatory for queer people experiencing homelessness, directly combatting federal efforts to force homeless shelters to ban trans people. 

  • SB 590 – Expands paid family leave protections to include the diverse caregiving needs of queer families.

  • SB 450 – Clarifies California adoption law to allow for LGBTQ+ couples who live outside of California to adopt children born in the state through California proceedings, which are more inclusive than many other states.


Call him at (916) 445-2841 to ask him to sign these bills into law.
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smellyunfortunate ([personal profile] smellyunfortunate) wrote in [community profile] booknook2025-10-07 10:05 pm

Book Review - Our Hideous Progeny by C.E. McGill

Title: Our Hideous Progeny
Author: C.E. McGill
Genre: Horror, historical fiction, gothic fiction

The cover of the book Our Hideous Progeny. Around the title, various shells, bones, and other parts of animals are arranged. From the center, one reptilian eye stares out.

“I loved it. From the moment I first met its strange and terrible eyes, I loved it.” - Our Hideous Progeny, C.E. McGill

I'll be the first to admit that I'm a bit suspicious of retellings and spin-offs by nature. There are some great ones out there, sure, but generally my opinion is that if you really want to make a story your own, you should be twisting it out of its original shape enough to fit a new mold. Not unrecognizable, but not reliant on its original form to survive on its own.

I'm happy to report that Our Hideous Progeny fulfilled my expectations in this sense. Billed as a feminist, queer spin on Frankenstein, its protagonist is Mary Sutherland, who carries on the ill-advised legacy of her great-uncle, Victor von Frankenstein himself. While the concept is fun enough, what caught me from the beginning was the cover. It promised one thing that catches me hook, line, and sinker: prehistoric, hideous beasts.

Read more... )
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Travis ([personal profile] torachan) wrote2025-10-07 07:50 pm
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Daily Happiness

1. Meetings today were the good sort, where there's actual discussion and figuring things out, so that was good.

2. Last night we got Chinese food from a new place and it turns out they have really, really good char siu pork. Tonight we used the leftovers to make rice and it was amazing. Definitely want to get from there again. (Sadly their hot and sour soup, which is the main thing Carla wanted as she is under the weather again, was not good.)

3. Look at this cutie Gemma!

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Nevanna ([personal profile] nevanna) wrote2025-10-07 10:12 pm

Tuesday Top Five: "Hear that sound ringing in your mind..."

I watched K-Pop Demon Hunters and it was delightful! Although I haven’t done a deep AO3 dive yet, I would definitely be interested in fanfic about the following subjects.

Spoilers are gonna show you how it's done )
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hannah ([personal profile] hannah) wrote2025-10-07 09:42 pm

The only laws that love obeys.

When the clouds clear enough, and the moon comes out, it's almost a surprise - only almost, because you've seen it for ages, you know exactly where it is, but it's only when the clouds clear enough and the circle of the moon shows itself that you see it for what it is and not the light it gives. Because until the clouds clear, all you see is the moon's light. You don't see the moon for itself, for what it is, not quite yet. Standing up on the roof, looking skyward, all you see are the clouds and the light, not the moon. You see the reflection, not the thing itself.

Standing up there, the second night of Sukkot, the second night of the yearly harvest festival, the celebration that comes with the night of the full moon, I could see where the moon was by the light that pushed through the dense, dark clouds. Not the celestial body itself, but its light, its reminders and indicators of where and what it was. I could see where the moon was, and I could see, farther south, the breaks in the clouds that I knew would let me see it. I'd come from a Sukkah party of sorts, a dinner at a local synagogue that wasn't so much choreographed as it was loosely hosted: a sukkah built on the rooftop, with people bringing food of their own to have dinner in a sukkah and fulfill the requirements of the holiday. I talked about Greek museums, and riding the metaphor to work in Athens, and Hadrian's wall, and Los Angeles' architecture, and probably a dozen other topics, all while eating food and drinking wine in the temporary structure on the rooftop. There was some wine left over. I took the bottle with me to another rooftop. My parents' building doesn't close its roof the way my own building's does. My father wanted to see if he could see the moon.

It wasn't so much that he could see it as it was that he could see where it was. The clouds were moving south to north, along the eastern part of the sky. To the north, it was largely clear; to the south, the nighttime clouds loomed dark and uncaring, taking up as much of the sky as they could. I could see where they were thin and weak, and stayed to watch. My father had to go, satisfying himself by seeing where the moon was. I waited to see it, if I could. I knew I could, if I waited. I waited to open up the bottle and drink its remains when I saw the moon. I didn't wait long. The spinning of the earth and the motion of the clouds had them thin out and open up so it was more than seeing the light behind the clouds telling me where the moon was: it was seeing the moon itself. Waiting and watching, the darkness stopped for the light to come. It wasn't cold on the roof, not with the thick dress I was wearing and not with the wine I was drinking. The clouds weren't enough to hide the moon from me anymore. The faint spectrum around it, the blues and reds reflected by the thinnest clouds making a rainbow halo, told me exactly what I was seeing. The faintest reflection of sunlight turned into the strongest moonlight.

I watched the moon, and drank the wine. I looked at the clouds, and drank the last of the wine. I left when I was ready, and I don't know when next I'll see it - just that I'll remember having seen it tonight.
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Lynn | Settiai ([personal profile] settiai) wrote2025-10-07 09:22 pm
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Well, I wasn't worried about tomorrow's game until the DM posted this message in the Discord.



Now? Now I think that I'm a little worried. What on earth is Erin planning on doing to our poor characters tomorrow?

ETA: It got worse.

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mistressofmuses ([personal profile] mistressofmuses) wrote in [community profile] writethisfanfic2025-10-07 07:13 pm
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Check-In, Day 07

My day definitely got away from me. How about yours?

Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 5


Where are you in working on your WIP at the moment?

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Working on pre-writing: research, planning, outlining, etc.!
2 (40.0%)

Writing!
0 (0.0%)

This week is going to be all about planning!
0 (0.0%)

Working on something other than my intended WIP!
1 (20.0%)

Not working on anything/taking a break!
3 (60.0%)

Something else!
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StarWatcher ([personal profile] starwatcher) wrote in [community profile] fandom_checkin2025-10-07 06:10 pm
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Daily Check-in

 
This is your check-in post for today. The poll will be open from midnight Universal or Zulu Time (8pm Eastern Time) on Tuesday, October 08, to midnight on Wednesday, October 07. (8pm Eastern Time).

Poll #33700 Daily Check-in
Open to: Access List, detailed results viewable to: Access List, participants: 20

How are you doing?

I am OK.
13 (65.0%)

I am not OK, but don't need help right now.
7 (35.0%)

I could use some help.
0 (0.0%)

How many other humans live with you?

I am living single.
6 (30.0%)

One other person.
9 (45.0%)

More than one other person.
5 (25.0%)




Please, talk about how things are going for you in the comments, ask for advice or help if you need it, or just discuss whatever you feel like.
 
languagehat.com ([syndicated profile] languagehat_feed) wrote2025-10-07 09:25 pm

Tolstoevsky on Peasant Mentality.

Posted by languagehat

I’m only on the first chapter of Gary Thurston’s The Popular Theatre Movement in Russia: 1862-1919, which I can already tell is going to be endlessly informative and thought-provoking (thanks, NWU Press!), and the section “Dostoyevsky and Tolstoy Weigh the Two Cultures” is so interesting I thought I’d quote some chunks of it:

While incarcerated in Omsk from 1850 to 1854, Dostoevsky had experienced a range of behavior generally unknown to Russian writers or readers of the cultured classes. He presented House of the Dead as fragments of a manuscript left by a recently deceased landowner who had spent ten years in penal servitude in Siberia. The chapters, written in the first person, purport to be selections from a larger text made by an editor who introduced the work. The memoir rests squarely on the premise that the Westernized classes have no idea how abysmal their ignorance of the peasant is.

[The gentry] are divided from the peasants by the deepest abyss, and this is fully evident only when a member of the privileged class suddenly finds himself, due to the action of powerful external circumstances, completely deprived of his former rights, and turns to the common people. It does not matter if you have dealt with peasants all your life, if you have associated with them every day for forty years in a businesslike way, for instance in regularly prescribed administrative transactions, or even simply in a friendly way, as a benefactor, or, in a certain sense, a father-you will never really know them.

The narrator repeatedly emphasizes that it took imprisonment at close quarters with peasant convicts to make him see how much he took accustomed social roles and privileges for granted. He experienced the greatest difficulty in being treated by the peasants as a person. “The hatred which I as a member of the gentry, continually experienced from the convicts during my first few years became intolerable, poisoning my whole life” (176).

He found his value system to be almost completely alien to that of the peasant prisoners. As he observed them closely he discovered that they were intemperate, blasphemous, and irreverent. Not only were they unrepentant of the crimes that had put them in prison: they seemed immoral beings at heart! To be sure, he found some appealing characteristics, like their shrewdness at sizing people up, and their essential personal dignity. But there was no possibility of abandoning enough of his own cultural sensibilities to merge into the peasant community that welcomed and integrated each new peasant within hours of arrival.

The narrator found association with peasants in the prison so loathsome and debilitating that he regularly retreated into the neutral space of the prison hospital. […]

The prison theatricals function momentarily as a bridge between the peasant actors and the narrator, who has seen professionals perform one of the plays on the bill, Filatka and Miroshka, in Moscow and Saint Petersburg. Because of their innate sense of quality and the narrator’s expertise, for once the peasant convicts seek his approval.

They recognized that in this [theatregoing] I was better able to judge than they, that I had seen and knew more than they. Even those who were least well disposed toward me were (I know for a fact) anxious now for my approval of their theatre, and without the least sacrifice of dignity they put me in the best place. I see that now, recalling my impressions at the time. It seemed to me at the time–I remember–that in their correct estimate of themselves there was no deprecation whatever, but a feeling of their own worth. The highest and most salient characteristic feature of our people is their sense of justice and their thirst for it. (121)

His judgment on the peasant who played Filatka (“magnificent … a born actor with great talent”) contains a criticism of the professional actors he had seen in the part: “By comparison with him they were too much paysans, and not real Russian peasants. They were too anxious to impersonate the Russian peasant” (124). Even more than the acting, he was interested in the reactions of the audience, who were transported and in complete rapture over one of their own dressing up and playing a gentleman. As he watched the spectacle he could not help pondering how much power and talent in Russia were sometimes wasted in servitude and poverty. He saved his most optimistic conclusion for his summing up of the theatrical: “These poor people were only rarely permitted to live on their own, to enjoy themselves in a human fashion, to live for an hour without care-yet the person was morally changed, if only for a few minutes.” […]

By the summer of 1858 Tolstoy had adopted the dress and gestures of local peasants. He also read the recently published correspondence of Nikolai Stankevich, and conceived a great admiration for this humanitarian who rejected role-playing of any kind and cultivated simplicity and authenticity. Among other things, Stankevich’s example inspired Tolstoy to struggle to break his habit of resorting to physical violence in dealing with peasants. Tolstoy opened his second Iasnaia Poliana school in the autumn of 1859, but interrupted his teaching to accompany his ailing brother to western Europe, where he traveled from May 1860 to March 1861. While abroad he investigated the latest pedagogical theories, inspecting schools and interviewing educators in England, France, Belgium, Switzerland, and several Italian and German states. […]

The reasoning behind Tolstoy’s decision to drop everything and run a school for peasant children was simple. Rapid strides in science and technology at midcentury were widening the gap between the native and Westernized cultures in Russia. In a letter to E. P. Kovalevskii concerning popular education Tolstoy said the signs of progress in Russia, like telegraphs and academies of art, were premature and misleading, when only one percent of her seventy million people could read. “Marfutka and Taraska,” he opined, “must learn at least a little bit of what we know.” Bridging this gap was vital to the national interest. Educated society did not understand the mentality of the people, and existing educational theories that called for molding the child provoked great resistance from peasants and made real learning impossible. Nobody knew how to teach the people. He could perform a brilliant feat by discovering the way.

Tolstoy conceived his school as a laboratory, for he regarded pedagogy as an experimental science (he had earlier spoken of his estate as a laboratory for the study of management). He found works on chemistry, biology, zoology, and geology to be superior to those in all other disciplines in the West. In his diary he expressed his powerful faith in science to achieve his great goal of cultural unification: “We know nothing. The only hope for knowing is for all to know together–to merge all classes in the knowledge of science.” […]

To establish an environment conducive to learning, the Iasnaia Poliana school functioned without corporal punishment. Visitors were astonished at how much learning could be accomplished without beatings. Realizing that peasants had their own body language and gestures, Tolstoy adjusted to his young charges: “Everybody who knows anything about peasant children has noticed that they are not accustomed to any kind of caresses–tender words, kisses, being touched with a hand, and so forth–and that they cannot bear these caresses.” Understanding that they had their own time sense, he refused to structure the school day in fixed periods demarcated by the ringing of a bell. The class would study a given subject only as long as its interest remained high. When attention flagged they would move on to another. Even the length of the class day should remain flexible. If the pupils became restless and nothing was being accomplished, they were cheerfully dismissed.

Yet despite his solicitude for their learning environment, he found to his dismay that his pupils could assimilate almost no science! Tolstoy concluded that it would take them a long time to outgrow the conceptions of the physical world they had learned at home and adopt a scientific worldview. They could absorb no geography at all. Abstractions of all kinds gave them difficulty. Three weeks after Tolstoy worked with them for hours explaining the concept of law not one of them could tell him what law was. They had no historical interest whatever. Lacking autonomy, they had no reason to situate themselves in historical time or any larger world. He made excuses, relating their deficiencies with regard to geography and history to their never having traveled beyond the village that was their universe and to lacking any sense of participation in politics without newspapers or opinions. And he redoubled his efforts to coax his pupils to leap the chasm to his cultural heritage.

One of Tolstoy’s most instructive misadventures involved his choice of an English literary classic for reading to his charges. As a reflective European he found it perfectly natural to turn to a literary work to sharpen thinking on how one faces the world. But they found the adventures of Robinson Crusoe virtually incomprehensible. He dragged them through the work by paraphrasing, but it took a month, and they left it in disgust. Some of the boys wept because they could not understand and retell the story in their own words. […]

Remarkably, Tolstoy’s failure to teach Robinson Crusoe led in an indirect way to his one major breakthrough in the school. In requiring the children to retell the story in their own words he concluded that it was the literary language of the (translated) original that impeded comprehension. To demonstrate his hypothesis that the peasants were as adroit, creative, and original in their own colloquial Russian as the educated were in literary Russian, he found it useful to shift the focus of teaching back to the content of peasant culture. It occurred to him that folk proverbs expressed the tensions felt by peasants in everyday life, and he decided to choose one at random from his copy of Snegirev’s collection and ask his class to “compose a little drama on it.” The results astounded him. When it came to making a narrative faithful to the details of peasant life, each of the students concocted a story superior to the one he himself produced on the theme. Two of the boys stayed late and together with Tolstoy they crafted a story he considered to have real artistic merit, by virtue of its simplicity, its action, and its trueness-to-life. He declared victory, publicized the talent and ability of the best pupils–and closed the school.

It’s easy (and almost obligatory these days) to sneer at aristocrats trying to understand the темные люди (‘dark people’), as they were routinely called at the time — Thurston says in a footnote:

Temnie liudi presents difficulties for translators. […] The phrase can be translated simply as “ignorant,” but I usually prefer “simple folk,” since the Russian indicates more than a lack of knowledge or information.

But I sympathize with their strongly felt desire to cross the gulf that divided them from the vast majority of their fellow Russians, and I’m always interested in such accounts. (I remember a story I read long ago — was it by John Berger? — about a foreigner, perhaps an Englishman, living in a remote French village, who gets checks from abroad and cashes them at the bank in town; a group of villagers, convinced that the checks are magic tokens that will give them all the money they could ever want, kill him and take the checkbook into town — we last see them heading for the bank. Gives me chills just thinking about it.)

I posted about Записки из мёртвого дома (Notes from the House of the Dead or Notes from the Dead House) here and here, and in the latter I mention “the wonderful chapter on Christmas” that includes the prison theatricals mentioned above. I really should reread that book now that my Russian is better and I’ve read more Dostoevsky.

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Case ([personal profile] case) wrote in [community profile] fandomsecrets2025-10-07 05:51 pm

[ SECRET POST #6850 ]


⌈ Secret Post #6850 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.


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Secrets Left to Post: 01 pages, 23 secrets from Secret Submission Post #978.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
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Suggestions, comments, and concerns should go here.
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Rare 🍐 Exchange ([personal profile] rarepairmod) wrote in [community profile] rarepairexchange2025-10-08 07:51 am
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kaberett ([personal profile] kaberett) wrote2025-10-07 06:34 pm

[growth] SAFFRON

This morning I had Physio at The Hospital Up The Road, which is a really good way to get me to actually go to the allotment (which is round the back of the hospital site, so the way this usually goes is I cycle to the allotment, drop my bike off, and then cut through to the opposite side of the site where Physio Happens, thereby not needing to faff about with bike locks).

Upon my return from physio (which was not... great; I got probably-a-cold two and a half weeks ago and my cardiovascular-respiratory situation is still Distinctly Not Happy) I actually paid slightly closer attention to my saffron bed -- the last couple of trips I've been all "ugh, nothing doing, I should really weed but UGH clearly the saffron has all DIED yes I KNOW that this is the traditional time of year for me to be convinced that The Saffron Has Died only to discover--" and indeed not only were there multiple clumps of saffron, most of them have flowers that are clearly going to happen Any Moment Now.

So today I have come home with six saffron strands, and am expecting A Bunch More, and have reinspected the saffron containers on the patio and established that one of those has them starting to come up as well -- and so now, obviously, I need to work out what to do with the RIDICULOUS RICHES represented by... maybe like two dozen strands of saffron. (Yes I also have a stash of shop-bought.)

Saffron & bay custard tarts with sticky blackberries? More saffron and cardamom panettone pudding (which we know we like)? Saffron rice pudding? All the saffron recipes from Sweet, which is possibly going to be my next cook-(almost)-all-the-way-through project? Lebovitz's saffron ice cream, to go with the planned quince sorbet? Saffron buns? Literally any of the obvious savoury options??? SO MUCH CHOICE.

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nnozomi ([personal profile] nnozomi) wrote in [community profile] guardian_learning2025-10-08 05:32 am

第四年二百七十二天

部首
女 part 1 nǚ
女, woman; 奶, milk; 她, she pinyin )
https://www.mdbg.net/chinese/dictionary?cdqrad=38

词汇
只, single/alone/only; 只好, have to; 只是,只有, only pinyin )
https://mandarinbean.com/new-hsk-3-word-list/

Guardian:
一看到漂亮的女人,魂都飞走了, they lose their minds as soon as they see a pretty woman
在这里只有你和我, you and I are the only ones here

Me:
如果你去便利店的话,顺便能不能买给我一瓶咖啡牛奶?
我们赶不上巴士了,只好坐地铁去。
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ExtraPenguin ([personal profile] extrapenguin) wrote2025-10-07 09:15 pm
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[Fanmix] Distant Skies, My Destiny

In honor of [community profile] ficinabox crunching, a crosspost of the fanmix I made for last year, for [personal profile] galaxyofroses. The Expanse books again, this time about the Ring Worlds. (AO3)

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rocky41_7 ([personal profile] rocky41_7) wrote in [community profile] booknook2025-10-07 08:57 am

Book review: One Dark Window

Title: One Dark Window
Author: Rachel Gillig
Genre: Fiction, fantasy, romance

Minor spoilers below

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