In Memoriam

Aug. 28th, 2016 10:32 am
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Today’s fold was a Turtle and Bunny, which is like the tortoise and the hare only they’re buddies and hang out at the mall food court together instead of serving as a turgid moral lesson for children. :D

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A deal of business under hand

Aug. 28th, 2016 10:09 am
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I am about my correspondence the very next forenoon when Hector comes to say there is a Miss S- has come calling.

O, says I, you may show her in and desire coffee of Euphemia, and I shall not be at home to anyone else – does Mr MacD- call you might go convoke with him yourself on that matter of an ice-house.

Agnes S- comes in and looks about my pretty parlour and at the shelves of books and is drawn towards them with almost mesmerick force, then recalls herself, makes civil and lets herself be wav’d into a chair.

Comes Celeste with coffee and some fine tartlets.

I pour Miss S- some coffee and desire her to help herself to a tartlet.

She sips her coffee and says, O, Lady B-, the most dreadfull thing, she dares say that as I have been out of Town I will not have heard about it, but Mr W- Y- went and had a poem of hers that she had give him a copy of so that she might solicit his opinion upon it, publisht as if by him, and now he has given out that 'twas entire an accident, was caught up among his own poems that he sent to the printer –

The wretch, says I, sure I think that a very convenient tale.

- o, you think 'twas not thus?

I am like to be suspicious, says I, but pray continue, Miss S-.

- has writ to me very apologetick about the mistake, and says that there is a deal of interest in this new unknown poet and a desire to see more of his work. O, Lady B-, what shall I do?

Why, says I, do you have enough poems writ, besides that very fine one that he try’d to claim, to make up a pretty little volume?

Miss S- covers her mouth with her hand. What, she says, publish my poems?

Sure, says I, is’t not what poets do?

But – she begins.

That most exacting of criticks, Deacon Brodie, I apprehend has spoke very highly of your poem –

O! she cries with a deep blush. O, that is very gratifying to hear. But indeed, the thing is quite unanswerable –

Why should that be?

She folds her hands into her lap and says she does not think Lord D- would like it. 'Tis not as tho’ she writes hymns or improving verses for children, indeed she does not think she could contrive to anything of that nature at all, but –

I go consider her fine long poem that is a ghost story, and the excellent sonnet she writ upon myself, and sure I confide that 'tis not the kind of matter of which Lord D- would approve, for there is somewhat of a narrowness in his thinking.

Hmm, says I, I can see that there is a difficulty there, but 'tis quite entire a done thing to publish anonymously, under some assum’d style.

But, o, she says and covers her mouth again with her hand, is’t not deceitfull?

Why, says I, I am in some apprehension that you and Lady D- already go about to spare Lord D- certain matters that might distress him.

O, she says, you have observ’d that I go covertly convey novels to Dora.

Indeed, says I.

I was somewhat astonisht when Mr W- Y- told me you were a lovely featherwit, but sure I did not comprehend the half of how very mistook he was.

I smile and say perchance I went about deliberately to mislead the gentleman. Sometimes ‘tis of great use to a lady to be deem’d quite entire lacking in apprehension.

Indeed I did not suppose that Mr MacD- would esteem so highly one that was quite so foolish as Mr Y- gave out.

You are none so very lacking in apprehension yourself, Miss S-.

She blushes extreme deeply and covers her mouth with both hands, then says, O, Lady B-!

I smile upon her and say, So, my dear, shall we go contrive to introduce a new poet to the world? For indeed, you may not have seen them, but there were a deal of remarks in the press concerning this mysterious author of that fine poem, and desiring to find out more of his work.

I am afear’d, she says, that you appeal to my vanity.

Sure 'tis no vanity but a proper pride in your own good work.

Indeed, she says, biting her lip, I have oft desir’d to see my poems in print.

If, says I, you will convey fair copies of those you think of particular merit to me, I will go about to get them publisht under some incognita.

Oh, she says, oh.

And then says, oh, she had better be getting back to P- House. Dora is latterly rising very late – she blushes – but sure she will be up very soon.

She rises from her chair and I rise also to go kiss her. Dear Miss S-, next time sure I shall have a wreath of bays to offer you.

I think she is a little tearfull as she departs.

I turn back to my correspondence. Sure there is a deal of it still.

In the afternoon altho’ I am most exceeding tempt’d to go to M- House to call upon Lady J-, if she still be there and not depart’d for Hampshire, I determine that 'twould be the dutyfull thing to do first to go call upon Lady T- with the intelligence concerning a suitable printer for her volume upon lace that dear Viola has provid’d to me. Perchance I may go afterward to M- House.

I find Lady T- alone in her parlour, with her lace-pillow in her lap. She greets me most exceeding civil.

I convey to her the matter of the printer and she expresses herself exceeding gratefull; but, she continues, sure you are so well-inform’d on these matters of printing, Lady B-, might I beseech your assistance in the business? I should greatly wish one with your understanding to stand by me in meeting with the fellow.

I am toucht that Lady T- will admit to me that there are matters upon which she requires assistance.

Why, says I, can I be of any use I shall be entire delight’d.

We then converse a little upon more general matters, and I tell her that now I am return’d to Town rather than traveling about I go see can I have that very pretty lace she gave me made up into a fan.

Other callers arrive and I take my leave.

I then go call at M- House. Biffle and Viola, I confide, will still be at Q-, and indeed I am thus inform’d by the footman. I ask is Lady J- at home and he will go see ('tis not Thomas, that I daresay would have give me a straighter answer).

The footman returns and says Lady J- is at home to Lady B-, and I am admitt’d.

Lady J- is not in the study where she goes about her philanthropick works but sitting in her small parlour. She rises to greet me, kisses me upon the cheek, and says that the Admiral sends his very warmest regards.

The dear creature, says I, how does he?

O, he will mutter somewhat about his present post, but he finds a deal of interest in his situation, and 'tis extreme gratifying to see how much he is respect’d by the officers under him. Is entire well.

And you, Lady J-?

She blushes a little and looks down. I am in some supposition, she says, that our endeavours have borne fruit.

O, dear Lady J-, that is quite excellent news!

She looks up at me and smiles and says, indeed, I hardly dar’d hope - thought at first it must be mal de mer - but I have been on land this while and it continues.

Sure, says I, this is not a matter that I know much of, but I hope you will talk to Mrs F-, that all say is quite the finest authority on matters of motherhood.

Indeed, says she, when they have come back to Town I purpose to. Do you know when they will be in residence at R- House?

I confide, says I, that it cannot be later than the next se’ennight and perchance sooner.

I do not, she goes on, wish the matter spread about just yet, until I have more certainty. I have not yet even mention’d my suspicions to dear Miss A-.

I shall be entire discreet, says I.

We talk a little more generally of matters in our circle, but then she says, 'tis extreme pleasant to sit and gossip, but there is a deal of business has accumulat’d during her absence, that she should not neglect.

We part with extreme amiability.

I daresay I could go make more calls, but instead I tell Ajax to take me to Sir Z- R-'s.

Sir Z- R- has been return’d from his sketching tour in the Highlands for some little while, and company begins to return to his studio, tho’ not in such numbers as usual.

I greet him with great affection and ask after the wombatt: 'tis in fine plump condition, he says, look where it goes perambulate in the garden. Indeed it does, tho’ shows its wont’d haughtiness towards any of the company that endeavour to make closer acquaintance.

And how is young Josh? asks Sir Z- R-. I am able to convey the very happy news concerning Josh’s recovery from the measles, and his return to Town in the very near future.

Why, he says, we must be about this matter of the infant wombatt - not such an infant any more, either, a fine flourishing creature entire ready to leave its mother’s side.

I say that I daresay one would have to be making some kind of pen and shelter at R- House, I will be about seeing what may be done.

I go mingle a little with the company, look at some of the new paintings that are about the place, and then take my leave. Sure has been a busy day and I have got a deal of business under hand.

Bubble Artist

Aug. 28th, 2016 12:44 am
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My partner Doug tipped me to this awesome video of bubble art.  I have seen bubble art before, including the cubical one, but this far surpasses those.  I imagine my superwhales would enjoy this very much.

Poem: "The Pattern for the Future"

Aug. 27th, 2016 06:03 pm
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This poem is spillover from the July 19, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from LJ user Paantha and Shirley Barrette. It also fills the "accidental mating for life" square in my 7-16-16 card for the [community profile] hc_bingo fest. It has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. This poem belongs to the Calliope thread of the Polychrome Heroics series. It directly follows the poems "More Hurtful Than Anything That Bleeds" and "Meaning Only in Relationship," so read those first in order for this to make sense.

Warning: This poem is intense. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. Calliope and Vagary go to couples therapy in hope of learning how to hurt each other less. This entails a lot of necessary unpleasantness. They're not entirely on the same page regarding their relationship, and they're just beginning to work on it, so things are awkward and not very healthy right now. Readers are therefore encouraged to observe what's working, what's not, and what's questionable; then prompt for desired solutions or predictable blowups. This poem features angst, reluctance, cultural differences, boundary issues, anger, sadness, interpersonal differences, and other challenges. On the upside, they are taking concrete steps to address their problems, and making progress with that. If these are sensitive areas for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.

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The Lobster (movie)

Aug. 27th, 2016 10:14 pm
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The kids are away for the weekend and there's nothing really compelling in theaters, and we saw The Lobster on the on-demand list and remembered that it sounded interesting and got good reviews. It's an AU of our world where single people have 45 days to fall in love or they get turned into animals.

So one of those reviews was at the A.V. Club, which said,
Bizarre rules and rituals, deliberately stilted dialogue, flashes of grisly violence that threaten to tilt the humor straight into horror: All of this could only have come from the warped imagination of Greek filmmaker Yorgos Lanthimos, here making his singularly strange English-language debut.
And, yeah, basically that, except I found very little humor in it. Really not my kind of thing.

Context-free content notes: )

A note about the ending. Spoilers, naturally. )

Hippo, Birdie, Two Ewes

Aug. 27th, 2016 02:07 pm
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 to [personal profile] fledgist !  Glad you're still with us, and magnificent day to you!

Discuss "Teenage Heroes"

Aug. 27th, 2016 01:25 pm
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[personal profile] dialecticdreamer has posted a discussion on her blog about "Teenage Heroes."   It includes a lot of thought about problems with the typical portrayals, and how that might be done better.  I encourage interested folks to take a look, because this is something I write about fairly often, and much of that veers away from the usual stuff.

Those painters

Aug. 27th, 2016 10:46 am
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When I commented on a tweet where Terri Windling had mentioned Hammerschoi, saying that Hammershoi and the other artists who studied with or knew the Krøyers were an interesting bunch, she asked me where to learn more about them. After a quick search of my library, I realized I own almost nothing written about them, so I set off to find some links.

I started with Marie Krøyer and Anna Ancher, as those are two artists of the bunch who particularly interested me when I was in Denmark and nearby countries and going to art museums. Well, staying at Skagen and then finding out painters had loved the light there was a huge part of sparking my initial interest, which was strengthened when I found out my sister loves the work of the Krøyers too. And yet, as you'll see, saying "the work of the Krøyers" isn't the straightforward phrase it appears to be, as these people had complicated lives, in work and love and all things. They and their friends and acquaintances left palimpsests of a sort in their work, which fascinate and puzzle and tantalize. Juan and I are still remarking on what the painter of "The Scream" made of the Evening School bunch when he was around them. (Also what commentary on Munch's observations of the social and romantic life of the Skagen artists might be made regarding the painting, which discussion came from seeing a great many of the associated artists' work together, probably at the Hirschsprungske Samling and other Copenhagen museums on our trip there. Sadly, the museum at Skagen was closed when we were there, or I would have found out more about them earlier.)

The Skagen painters were not just painters; sculptors, writers, and composers were part of the flock that gathered in Skagen every summer.

Anyhow, there is so much I don't know about these people, but here, have a tiny start on a list of...

Dramatis Personae:

Marie Triepcke Krøyer Alfvén -- When women wanting to study art were refused entry to the Danish Royal Academy of Fine Arts, she did something about it. And that was just the beginning. There's an overview (part 1 and part 2) at the National Museum of Women in the Arts' website, as well as info on other artists mentioned her.) Husband also painted, and things didn't work out so well between these two.

Anna Brøndum Ancher -- Grew up in Skagen, the only member of the Skagen Painters group to do so, if I recall correctly. Her talent was recognizable from an early age. (Some info at NMWA.) Well known as a great Danish artist. (Here is Girl in the Kitchen 1883-1886.) Husband also painted, which worked out a bit better for Anna than a similar situation had worked out for her friend Marie, above.

I must go have food and then do some work, so I'll leave this here for now and hope to add to it later. Please do recommend sources I might like if you know them! What little I know is from looking at the work in person, and from a book on the pieces in the Hirschsprungske Samling which I cannot find at the moment.

Here's a link to an Facebook group about the work of the Skagen painters, for those who do the Book of Face:

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I am SATURATED. I’m the reason they invented the word “drenched”. 

The plan this morning was to leave around quarter to six, do three and a half miles on the bridges, and end up at the Pritzker Pavilion in Millennium Park for Saturday morning Tai Chi In The Park. It was wet out but I thought the rain had just ended.


But by the time it was raining hard enough for me to decide I should turn back I was already a mile and a quarter out, so I just turned around and ran back, but it just kept raining harder. By the time I hit my block again it was the kind of hard rain where you wouldn’t want to be out in it even if you had an umbrella and rain boots. 

Coming into the building, dripping everywhere, I ran into a family going out for an early morning walk and the look of horror that crossed their faces was hilarious. The dad actually went “Ahhhhhhhhh is it still raining” and I said, “Little bit, yeah.”

So, no Tai Chi for me this morning, I’m going to stay inside and have a hot breakfast instead. 

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Calling and leaving cards

Aug. 27th, 2016 10:09 am
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Soon I am being call’d upon by dear old friends: Mrs N- comes with a budget of gossip - there are a deal of on-dits about Mr W- Y-, that was chas’d by a swan, and stole a poem. 'Tis widely thought he should go abroad, perchance about some heroick undertaking – I snigger somewhat at this – to retrieve his reputation. All remark on the death of Mr D- K- that they do not wonder, 'twas often fear’d he would fall in a seizure during his fits of rage.

There is no on-dit at all concerning an escapt lunatick of high rank: I confide was there the faintest whisper of such a thing 'twould have come to Mrs N-'s ears.

There is plenty of other matter, and I remark that sure Margate must be quite the Gossip Exchange. She responds that she has been back in Town some weeks.

But, my dear Lady B-, do you have no gossip?

Dear Mrs N-, I confide 'twould be entire stale news to you.

She looks from side to side and says, you are on great terms with Lady W-, is’t true that Mrs D- K- has gone be a companion to the dreadfull crocodile?

Indeed so, says I, until it can be ascertain’d whether there is anything of Mr D- K-'s estate that will not be entire given over to satisfying his creditors.

Sure they liv’d unwarrant’d high. O, and I see P- House is open’d up: can it be that Lord P- comes to Town?

What, says I, and leave his dear cows? No, 'tis young Lord D- and his wife come to Town, he is an Evangelickal young fellow that has thoughts of politicks, and she is anxious to be about good causes.

And, O, says I, there is an antient admirer of Mrs O’C- comes from Ireland – no, not with particular aim to woo her in her widowhood, to sell horses, I confide, but wishes to know how she does &C.

Mrs N- sniggers and murmurs something about whips and spurs, and indeed I cannot resist a smile myself.

Hector shows in our dear Miss A-, fresh from her provincial triumphs, and we go kiss her, as Celeste comes with more coffee and her favourite little buns.

O, she cries, 'tis quite delightfull to be back in Town after so much travelling 'twixt dreary provincial places!

She looks so exceeding chearfull that I am in supposition that Lady J- is return’d from the Mediterranean, and goes rattle off an account of the triumphs and disasters of the summer’s tour: from Mrs N-'s expression I confide she has already heard much of this from Mr J-.

She goes on to talk of the plays they purpose to present in the coming months.

My dear Miss A-, says I, I confide you may be quite entire taken up with such matters –

But O, she exclaims, I have not forgot my promise to you concerning your drawing-room meeting. –

- I am pleas’d to hear it. But has also come to my ears that there is a set of young people of rank that becomes very eager to engage in amateur theatrickals and would desire one that knows the stage to give them a little instruction in the matter.

Why, she says with a thoughtfull look, 'tis always a matter of prudence – Mrs N- and I observe her as if she had grown a second head – Miss A- goes talk of prudence? Sure the world has chang’d! – to have more than one string to one’s bow. Audiences are fickle and there are ever new favourites coming up. It cannot hurt to obtain aristocratick interest. Have I not seen how exceeding well Mr J- does out of instructing fellows in the arts of oratory so that they may make telling speeches or moving sermons?

Well, then, says I, I shall go prefer you to the set around the children of Lord N-, that are lately come to Town.

'Tis very civil of you, dear Lady B-.

And is Lady J- return’d yet? asks Mrs N-.

Miss A- blushes a little and says, indeed she has, is spending a little time at M- House before going to the Admiral’s fine property in Hampshire. Found herself a little knockt up by the return journey – seas were rougher than when she sail’d outward, found herself afflict’d by mal de mer.

O, thinks I, mayhap and perchance and yet, perhaps there is some other reason for her feeling sickly?

She finishes her coffee and jumps up and says, sure she must be about going to the theatre, and looks at Mrs N-: do we go in the same direction?

They go off arm in arm, the dear creatures.

In the afternoon I go about making calls: after leaving cards upon those I confide are not yet return’d to Town but that I wish to inform that I am at home, I go call upon N- House.

Lady N- is in her parlour, lying upon a chaise-longue, with Selina sitting upon her. She looks most pleas’d to see me.

Dear Lady B-, she cries, sitting up a little, sure it does me good to see you! Indeed you look very well. (I wish I could say the same to her, for she looks somewhat drawn.) Those naughty girls of mine should be here very shortly – will say they do not see why they should have to sit about for company that comes not.

The door opens and Lady Anna and Lady Emily come in somewhat cautious and then say, o, we were told there was company, did not say 'twas you, Lady B-! O, does she not look well, Em?

I say that I hear they did indeed present scenes from Shakspeare, and they say, yes, but they could see how very bad they were, and Geoff thinks they should get one that knows acting to come give them some instruction.

O, my dears, says Lady N-, you were not so bad as that.

O, we were quite terrible, says Lady Anna, sure Mama tries conceal this under maternal fondness.

I remark that I have considerable acquaintance among the theatrickal profession, and fancy that Miss A-, that is so renown’d an actress, would be a fine preceptress in the matter.

They are both quite dumbstruck at the thought. O, says Lady Emily at length, Miss A-? Miss A- that was so enchanting as Rosalind and Viola -

So exquisite pathetick as Ophelia? cries Lady Anna. O, Mama, do say that we might ask her.

Why, says Lady N-, one could have no possible objections to Miss A-, that has the patronage of Lady J-, that is known most exceeding exacting.

Well, says I, I would be entire happy to act as emissary in this matter –

At this moment the door opens and comes in as if by chance – but I doubt this very much – Lord Geoffrey, that seeing me makes a leg and says, O, Lady B-! I did not know Mama had company. (His sisters go titter behind their hands.)

Lady Anna says Lady B- confides that Miss A- might come lesson them in acting, is it not entire prime?

Why, says Lord Geoffrey, that would be most excellent. But should we not hope that Lady B- might occasional condescend to give us the benefits of her fine understanding of the dramatick art and the works of the Bard?

O, says I, I am an entire amateur compar’d to Miss A-, but 'twould certainly be most interesting to see how you come along under her guidance.

And now, says I, I confide that I have almost outstay’d the polite time for a first call, and should not linger.

I go shake Lady N-'s hand, and she desires me to come again. I go shake hands with Ladies Anna and Emily, and say that I hope that they will come call upon me. Lord Geoffrey says he will see me to the door (I hear his sisters endeavouring to suppress their giggles).

He declares that 'tis a delightfull and most unexpect’d pleasure to see me, wonders whether he might take me driving one day, to which I return a civil response that does not commit me to any particular occasion, as I wish to go ask about whether I should be going risque my neck with him. He then asks do I know whether MacD- is yet return’d to R- House?

I say that indeed, His Lordship is in residence, and I have no doubt that Mr MacD- has a deal of business upon hand at present.

Sure 'tis a pity that he is oblig’d to devil away thus, he says, a fellow of his abilities and talents.

Why, says I, his services are most greatly valu’d by His Lordship, has a very just appreciation of his merits.

At last I find myself back in my carriage, and desire Ajax to convey me to P- House.

I find Lady D- and Agnes S- in the parlour with some several callers already, that I confide from their conversation to be part of an Evangelickal set of which Lord D- approves. I see that they are aware of my reputation in philanthropick circles and they are civil, if not entire warm, towards me. They leave most exceeding precise upon the proper time for calls.

The two of them greet me very effusive, 'tis most agreeable. I see, however, that Miss S- has a somewhat worry’d look. When I rise to depart, she declares that she will see me to the door, no, Dora, you should not be jumping up and down (I take a look at Lady D-, but altho’ this imputes she is increasing, 'tis I daresay too early to be obvious).

O, Lady B-, she says as we come into the hall, a most desperate thing has happen’d, may I come talk to you in private some time?

I confide that this is the matter of the poem.

I take her hand and squeeze it and say that I am at home to particular good friends in the forenoon.

She takes my hand in both of hers and expresses most excessive gratitude.

T minus 7 hours to launch

Aug. 26th, 2016 09:01 pm
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I'm doing my best not to freak completely out, after what happened last year. We are in 200% better shape on every possible front (which, of course, does not mean either of us is 100%, but I'll take what I can get), but I don't think I'll relax completely until we are actually on the freeway heading east.

I am never really prepared to go - I don't think anyone ever is. But I am so ready to be there.

Poem: "A Life by What We Give"

Aug. 26th, 2016 07:13 pm
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This poem is spillover from the July 19, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] heartsinger, [personal profile] alatefeline, [personal profile] janetmiles, and LJ user Paantha. It also fills the "homesickness" square in my 7-16-16 card for the [community profile] hc_bingo fest, and the "food / cooking" square in my 7-1-16 card for the [community profile] trope_bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. It belongs to the Officer Pink thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

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