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desperance ([personal profile] desperance) wrote2016-02-12 03:43 pm

Oh Friday, didn't you use to be more fun than this?

So yesterday the usual gang descended locust-like on the Debauched Sloth, and I fed them onion soup and then this -


- which is a Tuscan salad featuring a whole hot roast chicken torn apart* with my bare hands, cubed bread toasted beneath the chicken, and leaves of many varieties: dressed largely with the chicken's juices, and accessorised with toasted pine nuts and raisins plumped in champagne vinegar.

Cathyn brought a mincemeat pie for pudding, with actual meat in the mincemeat. Nom.

And this morning I was all gung-ho about all sorts of things, and I finished Chapter Eleven of the Crater School project, and all was well -

- except, apparently, me. This afternoon I have a koff and a sore chest, and I feel dizzy and a little strange. I am ... quite tired of this. Either I am subject to a constant succession of not-quite-negligible ailments, or this is just the Bug That Wouldn't Leave. Either way, I've had enough of not feeling quite the thing. Hell, I've even had enough of the sofa.

Having said which, I think I'm taking the rest of today off. I was going to do all manner of stuff in the kitchen, in the garden, at my desk. Right now none of them seem likely, so pffft.

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ysabetwordsmith ([personal profile] ysabetwordsmith) wrote2016-02-12 04:59 pm

Comics News

So Jughead is asexual.  That's cool. 

I also discovered a couple of other terms.  

Skoliosexual refers to an attraction toward nonbinary people.  Hey, that's me!  It is an accurate but incomplete description of my sexuality, adjacent to redheads.  There are very few things that will really grab my attention on a purely observational level, without knowing the person, but those are them.  (This is also what I got dissed for at the trans party.  Making fun of skoliosexual people as "tranny-chasers" is not cool, folks.)  So it's nice to have a word for that.

Lithosexual refers to having romantic feelings but wanting them not to be reciprocated.  I had to laugh.  This is so not new. This is half the Courtly Love custom of romance (the other half being star-crossed lovers) because lots of people practiced it but would have been horrified  if their distant adulation was actually returned.  It was enormously popular some centuries ago.  If this is you, look into historic literature and you'll find it.
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kaberett ([personal profile] kaberett) wrote2016-02-12 10:55 pm
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Dreamwidth Contributor Weekend: London, 20th February

[personal profile] cesy is hosting a contributor event the 20th and the 21st of February, the weekend after this one just starting. People are welcome locally and remotely -- I'm looking forward to getting things done in company, and I do hope you'll join us!
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commodorified ([personal profile] commodorified) wrote2016-02-12 02:23 pm

I'm sick again and that means POLL TIME

Remember those memes where you took a list of questions and answered them by putting your iTunes collection on random?

I always wanted to do one that did the reverse, so here it is: fifteen questions my music collection asks me regularly, to be answered by you in any way you please.

Note: This is not a lyrics quiz.
Note 2: Responses are public.
Note3: Yes, please, steal this idea.

Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 20

Who knows where the time goes?

Where is this love?

What about everything?

See how I miss you?

Where are you tonight?

Who by fire?

Which side are you on?

Is it wrong to wish on space hardware?

Is there anybody out there?

How many times do you have to fall?

How shall I your true love know?

How long?

Why does the sun shine?

Where are we now?

Are you experienced?

this ain't livin' ([syndicated profile] thisaintliving_feed) wrote2016-02-12 06:14 pm

When better surveillance confounds public health statistics

Posted by s.e. smith

In public health and epidemiology settings, ‘surveillance’ refers not to sinister and intrusive monitoring of the population, but keeping records on trends in health. Some infectious diseases, for example, are subject to mandatory reporting, so public health agencies can follow their rise and fall over the course of time to determine if education, treatment, and outreach campaigns are working. Surveillance is improving all the time, and it can have a profound effect on public health statistics — something journalists often don’t account for, particularly when they are looking to work an angle for a story.

Public health agencies use a variety of surveillance tools that can alter statistics when they’re put in place, at least for several years while reporting and statistics have a chance to stabilise. One is mandatory reporting for something that wasn’t mandatory before, or inclusion of a specific area on reports to discuss something — a classic example was an addition to the forms used for death certificates. Doctors were asked to indicate whether patients were pregnant at the time of death or had been pregnant/recently delivered in the area surrounding the time of death, which meant that deaths directly caused by labour and delivery appeared alongside, say, deaths of new mothers killed in car accidents. Historically, deaths associated with pregnancy were harder to track because they were subject to poring through anonymised medical records or trying to scan death certificates, hoping that physicians had jotted down notes.

Suddenly, the pregnancy-associated death rate seemed to go up, a subject of considerable distress in late 2015. Was the United States failing pregnant patients? With an increase of several points from 1990, what was the US doing wrong? Perhaps nothing: Perhaps deaths that had been hidden before were coming out. Or perhaps the death rate really was increasing, in which case the trend will become apparent over the course of several years of mandatory reporting on death certificates. Likewise, public health departments may start asking providers in their area to start reporting given conditions as health initiatives or for research. The inevitable immediate result is that rates go up — or perhaps I should say ‘go up.’

Public health agencies may also reclassify various categories, which also causes statistical changes. One of the most well known examples is the CDC’s reframing of ‘obesity,’ which shifted millions of people in the United States into the obese category overnight. These people went from ‘normal weight’ to ‘obese’ without any actual weight change, but the net effect made it seem as though ‘obesity’ rates were increasing in the United States. Every time agencies redefine something, it can cause a similar effect.

Those casually skimming health trends and outcomes might jump on things like this. More people are obese than ever before! Well, yes, technically, according to the raw statistics. But if you examine them more closely and control them for factors like the redefinition, you suddenly see a very different picture. If your goal is to scaremonger about fat in the United States, of course, you don’t do that, and have an active goal of shying away from a closer look because you don’t want to see something that might disprove your pet theory that people are getting fatter. If your goal is to report with more nuance, maybe you look more closely, but if you don’t know what you’re doing, you can still miss important signs.

Similarly, public health agencies typically don’t make huge public announcements about changes in surveillance policy, since they’re tweaking it all the time. That means that if you see, say, syphilis rates going up, you might be under the impression that more people are being infected with and treated for syphilis, without realizing that a public health agency made the infection reportable — incidentally, most state departments of public health actually already have syphilis listed on their reportable disease database along with a number of other STIs. You may also not realise that the background rate of infection quietly ebbs and flows. For example, you might see that the rate of infection is decreasing or staying stable, but more people have an illness. How does that work? Because treatment advances are letting people survive longer, which means that more people overall are infected, but that doesn’t necessarily translate to a bad public health outcome. In fact, it’s a good one.

Public health agencies often throw you a bone by indicating that they’re using ‘new’ reporting and analysis methods for a given disease, which is a tipoff that the statistics are likely skewed and will remain so for some time. Generally, that skew is almost always upwards, because better tracking pulls more things to light. (Think about how you put on a black shirt and suddenly all of your white cat’s hair shows up. It was always there, but your shirt made it more obvious.) With a little sifting, you can see when these ‘new’ techniques were put in place and how much they’ve changed over the decades. 1990 statistics might not be fairly comparable with 2002 might not really be comparable to 2011. You have to be able to account for or adjust for these things for commentary on health statistics to be useful.

Casual readers don’t realise this, something unscrupulous people shamelessly take advantage of, because it makes it easier to promote an argument when you think your audience is ignorant. This is insulting to readers, and it doesn’t benefit them in the long term, instead trapping them in a landscape of not understanding public health issues. For readers who are well informed, meanwhile, the abuse of statistics makes such pieces less effective, and can even undermine otherwise excellent points about a given issue, making it a failure for journalism.

Image: Public Health Dentistry, Trinity Care Foundation, Flickr

Original article: When better surveillance confounds public health statistics

©2016 this ain't livin'. All Rights Reserved.

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Emma Humphries ([personal profile] emceeaich) wrote2016-02-12 09:38 am
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Call for Comments: Library of Congress Consult on DMCA DRM Changes

The Library of Congress is considering changes to 1201 of the DMCA, the section that covers DRM or Technical Protection Measures.

The Federal Register has details on the period for comments, which is open through February 25th.

If you do work on crypto and/or security or you make fan works, you may want to follow this.

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oracne ([personal profile] oracne) wrote2016-02-12 12:16 pm

Dayjob Blergh

Today has been a packed, frustrating day and it's only lunchtime. Which I am eating at my desk, pieced out of what was in my desk drawers.

Yeah, that kind of day.

I hope the hot water in the gym is repaired by the time I get there around 5 pm. Currently, it's scheduled to be off until 4 pm. However, since I walked to work this morning, I'm not that worried.
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commodorified ([personal profile] commodorified) wrote2016-02-12 11:28 am

In other news

So this is why at the tender age of 40-odd I started taking amphetamines.

Oddly, I WAS diagnosed as a child. I was also overmedicated, in retrospect—you know what, it was the 70s and from all I can find out everyone on Ritalin was getting too much of the stuff; I don't even know my exact dosage but it was 4-6 Ritalin/day—which led to a 30-year refusal to try again, and also, probably to my benefit, a life-long wariness of recreational drugs, on the grounds that if my experience of speed was so very very different from what other people described, I was not interested in finding out what happened if I took, say, psychedelics.

an actually very nice ukranian pysanka, with a technicolour bighorn sheep
This is my brain on drugs, probably. If this were a spinning .gif with the saturation hiked up and the goat sheep invoking ancient gods.

"...[G]irls’ symptoms include:

a tendency toward daydreaming
trouble following instructions
making careless mistakes on homework and tests."

Oh man, so you know how I turned into such a good proofreader? ABJECT TERROR. Which is NOT the way to develop a life skill, really.

Most of the things I'm really good at I acquired through a combination of a) hyperfocus and b) fear of being screamed at.
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commodorified ([personal profile] commodorified) wrote2016-02-12 11:07 am

Kittens. Why even are these kittens.

As you may recall:

Senior Cat: Sovay. Calico. Rescue. Mildly psycho.

Junior Cat: Dreadful. Tuxedo. Diabetic, after a nasty bout of pancreatitis a few years ago. On a carefully restricted and timed diet.

Inevitably, they have a tumblr.


We're currently feeding Sovay in my room, on top of my dressing table. This allows us to free-feed her, which is good as she's a nibbler, and Dreadful can't get to the dressing table so he can't steal her kibble.

EXCEPT Miss Sovay has taken to expressing her distaste for kibble which is insufficiently recent or otherwise does not meet her exacting standards by pushing her food plate off of the dressing table. (or, possibly, Dreads is paying her.)

And that is why I woke up in the middle of the night last night to the sight of the back half of Dreadful, protruding from the drawer where I keep my hair product, yowling pitiably and need of rescue.
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Arthur D. Hlavaty ([personal profile] supergee) wrote2016-02-12 07:10 am
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Arthur D. Hlavaty ([personal profile] supergee) wrote2016-02-12 06:09 am
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Arthur D. Hlavaty ([personal profile] supergee) wrote2016-02-12 05:52 am

Heart on his sleeve

As openly sad as Jeb Bush

Thanx to Feministing
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the_comfortable_courtesan ([personal profile] the_comfortable_courtesan) wrote2016-02-12 09:32 am

A morning call

Sure there can be no finer way to wake up than to find that it is no dream that my darlings lye to either side of me and are giving me little kisses.

O, says I, 'tis certain I am not mistress in my own household, when I find that I am not safe from Grand Turks and wild girls that creep in with an intention to ravish me. I daresay they will even be about preparing them some breakfast.

My dears say many foolish things about being able to wait no longer to be with their belov’d third and how much they have misst me, &C. I concede that 'tis longer than I should like since we were last in triangle. and 'tis indeed most pleasurable to be with my dearest ones.

'Tis well on into the morning when we finally rise.

We all look at one another very happy, and there is some more kissing.

I wonder, says Josiah, that any believe this tale of Lord G- R- and his actress, for tho’ she shows very well on stage, has most excellent delivery, &C, she can in no way compare to the loveliest of C-s.

Oh, says I, sure I have workt my feminine wiles upon you to dazzle your eyes and in truth I am quite entire gone off, I am quite Dido in the ruins of Carthage… O! You wretch! as my wild girl commences tickling me.

The matter of it is, says I when we have become a little more sober, that Milord requires a mistress that he may show off in publick.

At length we go down to where Euphemia has provid’d a most exceeding fine breakfast. I find myself with a considerable appetite.

After some while I sit back with my cup of coffee and say I hope that they were not too severe with Josh upon his return.

They look from one to another and laugh a little.

O, says our Grand Turk, when I was finally back at home I call’d in Josh to have words with him: and in comes Josh, quite white-fac’d but very determin’d, and says that he quite knows that he entirely deserves to be whippt for it was a very foolish thoughtless thing to do and he is indeed heartily sorry for the worry and trouble he caus’d. And all thought of severity quite melt’d away, and I could do nothing but hug him and beg him not to do the like again.

Also, says my dearest wild girl with a grin, have we not ourselves so oft desir’d to run away to our dearest of C-s?

Indeed there is that consideration! But he show’d himself so contrite - also I think he had something of a scare thrown into him that will make him more cautious in future. But he had a very fine time and will still be talking of it, I confide that the others are somewhat jealous.

I am sure, says I, that it may be made up to them.

O, my dearest of C-s, you need not make any trouble over them.

'Tis no trouble at all, my darlings. But, I must tell you, I have been waiting until you were here with me, for I am not sure it is a matter to put into letters – no, my dears, 'tis not a bad thing, do not be putting on your worry’d faces –

So I go about to tell them that I have found Dolly Mutton, that was the kindly old lady that helpt Josh upon his way, and she is a very fine woman indeed, that keeps entire respectable lodgings and a coffee-house in the vicinity of Covent Garden.

Is there anything we may do for her, to show our gratitude? asks Josiah.

Oh, indeed there is, say I, and commence to tell them Dolly Mutton’s fine plan for a refuge for ladies of the town that are sick or worn-out and unable to pursue their profession. For we both, I go on, quite abominate magdalene asylums, that are such penitential places.

Out comes the little memorandum book and a pencil and Josiah begins to ask questions about how the business could be contriv’d, and how many women she would be able to accommodate, and a deal of practical matters that we had not yet arriv’d at.

He says that he does not see why it could not be manag’d tho’ one would have to go somewhat carefull to keep the matter discreet, but Dolly Mutton sounds a fine business-like woman. He would need to talk to her.

And I should like to meet her too, says Eliza, and thank her for her kindness to Josh.

Mayhap I should invite her here, says I, so that you might convoke on the matter. Tho’ I daresay you might also desire to inspect the premises – sure I was most prepossesst by the coffee-house and her back parlour tho' I did not see all the house. She is also on excellent terms with the Bow Street Runners – or, that is, at least one of their number.

Oh, says my wild girl, you know a Bow Street Runner? Harry is quite wild about the notion of those that go about investigating crime and bringing malefactors to justice.

Why, I say, sure I think I might be able to bring about an introduction. But the Runner in question is also a great friend of Mr MacD- and has quite the highest estimate of his ability to see into intricate mysteries.

One may quite imagine that, remarks our Grand Turk.

And talking of intricate mysteries, I continue, sure I am quite at a loss over the way matters go within the household of late. 'Tis entire beyond me. Hector has always kept the household under a firm hand but of late he seems quite unwont’d severe about the attentions that Prue and Euphemia are about receiving from young fellows, now that they have become such fine young women. There is Prue that is walkt home from chapel by some admirer, and you would suppose he had gone about like Lovelace to kidnap her into a bagnio and drug her. There is Thomas, that is a footman at M- House –

- Indeed I recollect Thomas, says Eliza, a most civil respectfull young man –

- that comes to me to ask would there be any objection to his walking out with Euphemia, which is doing the thing entirely in order, nothing clandestine or underhand, and does Euphemia have any mind to him I cannot see the harm, she is a good sensible girl. But Hector acts as if Thomas is a seducing scoundrel that will get her with child and leave her on the parish. 'Tis quite entirely strange.

In particular, I go on, I cannot mind him being anything like so suspicious, when Mr de C- was courting Phoebe, even tho’ she is his sister. Altho’, perchance 'tis because she is of maturer years and he supposes that Euphemia and Prue are still giddy girls.

My dear, I turn to Josiah, do you ever have the opportunity to have a man-to-man talk with Hector, might you go about to see if he discloses anything to the matter? For it is causing considerable unease among my people, such as we have never known.

Dearest of C-s, I had purpos’d to have some converse with Hector about rewarding your people for their great kindness to Josh, mayhap I can bring us round to this business.

And I, says Eliza, purpose to have some words with Euphemia, about some exchange of receipts, for I thought her parkin most exceptional. Perchance she might disclose to one that is not in this household whether there is any matter at the back of this.

O my loves, that would be most extreme kind in you. I have really been quite in distress, for it has always seem’d to me that this has been a happy household, that we have not had the brangles that you will be about tidying up at R- House, or even the difficulty that Dorcas had in Miss A-'s household thro’ Maggy’s jealousy. But indeed, what do I know? I have always so greatly rely’d upon Hector’s wise rule.

I wring my hands, for indeed I am in considerable perturbation over the matter and know not what to do.

My darlings come embrace and kiss me and assure me that they will do all they can to sound out the business.

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bibliogramma ([personal profile] bibliogramma) wrote2016-02-12 02:45 am

Short Fiction Round-up: February 12

"The Great Silence," Ted Chiang, May 2015, e-flux journal

A meditation on sentience, inter-species communication, language, and the consequences of co-existence with other intelligences. From the perspective of a parrot.

"Forestspirit, Forestspirit," Bogi Takács, June 2015,

An AI-driven battle machine, survivor of the last war, becomes the guardian of the forest at the instigation of a young boy.

"Folding Beijing," Hao Jingfang (trans. Ken Liu), January/February 2015

This elegant novelette from Hao Jingfang proposes a future China where overpopulation is so severe that the city of Beijing is redesigned and rebuilt so as to fold up and flip over twice in every 48 hour cycle. In the first 24 hours, the part of the city revealed is First Space - the world of the upper class, five million out of a total of 80 million. When First Space folds up and its inhabitants are tucked safely away in a drugged sleep, the city flips over and the next 12 hours belong to Second Space, the middle class, 25 million. After 12 hours, Second Space folds up and Third Space - the home of the working class and the poor - unfolds for another 12 hours. And the cycle repeats.

The protagonist of the story is Lao Dao, a worker in a refuse sorting plant in Third Space, who wants only one thing - to find enough money to educate his adopted daughter so that she can live in a better space. To do so on his own salary would be impossible, so he takes on an illegal commission to carry messages between people in other Spaces.

Through Lao's experiences, Hao delivers a profound critique of class, capital and the exploitation of the workers, while reminding us that the best parts of life are those that stand outside of the economic sphere - love, generosity, joy, simple pleasures, human interaction.

"Liminal Grid," Jaymee Goh, November 2015, Strange Horizons

In a dystopic future Malaysia where government surveillance and control are close to absolute, the rebels of a new generation struggle to escape the confines of a society they hate and fear, and go

"Hungry Daughters of Starving Mothers," Alyssa Wong, October 2015, Nightmare Magazine

A compelling, visceral dark fantasy. Themes of vengeance on misogynist bile-mongers, intergenerational legacies and wounds, and the consequences of not being fully open with those one truly loves. I have to mention the effectiveness of the startlingly perfect use of imagery in this piece.

"Scarecrow," Alyssa Wong, originally published in Black Static, 2014, reprinted January 2015,

A powerful and moving dark fantasy story about love, self-deception, internalised homophobia, guilt and grief. A young man too afraid, or ashamed, to acknowledge his love for another joins his friends in tormenting his lover, with deadly consequences.

"The Fisher Queen," Alyssa Wong, 2014

The daughter of a fisherman discovers hidden truths about, not just her own family, but also about the trade she seeks to follow on her first fishing voyage. A dark story about family secrets and sexual violence.

"By Degrees and Dilatory Time," S. L. Huang, May 2015, Strange Horizons

A story about bodily integrity, loss and healing. A young man who has already lost a promising career as a competitive figure skater to a sports injury and knee replacement surgery develops a rare cancer in both eyes and must accept replacement surgery - artificial eyes - in order to survive.

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kayre ([personal profile] kayre) wrote2016-02-11 11:08 pm

Life without Felix

The worst moments are when I come home... Felix used to come to meet me.

For the first couple of days, Oscar would walk around the house calling, and then curl up in his usual place on my husband's chair. Yesterday and today, he still searches, but then comes to my lap instead. He also is discovering the pleasures of being an only cat, after always being a subordinate in a multi-cat household. He gets all the food and treats, all the available laps; he can even play without another cat interfering, though he is so stiff with arthritis that it's very restrained play. He is even 'talking' to me more, as he discovers that he can 'ask' for food or fresh water and I'll respond; he has always just followed along when Felix asked, before. Oscar is much more my daughter's cat, but I do love him and he's a comfort right now.
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desperance ([personal profile] desperance) wrote2016-02-11 05:08 pm
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One does not simply caramelise onions...

...except that these days, actually, one does.

It was one of those stray thoughts I had, as I stood for ever over the stove, stirring and stirring as the onions slowly darkened in the pan - "Is there no way to do this in the slow cooker, bethinks I...?"

Yes, of course there is. Slice onions, put in slow cooker. Add a glug of oil and a shake of salt, toss 'em about a bit, start the cooker on low. Stir every now and then, as you pass by. Ten hours later? Caramelised onions, yup.

Which makes onion-soup-for-the-masses a far simpler proposition. Do that, with five or six pounds of sweet onions; then proceed through the portals of your favourite recipe. I default as by nature to "Mastering the Art of French Cooking", but actually this one's more by way of being Californian Onion Soup. I looked at the amount of delicious oniony liquid that still lingered with the onions, because slow cooker; and was opposed to stirring flour straight into that, because that way lies lumpiness, which is deprecated hereabouts. So I made a separate roux with half a stick of butter and three heaped tablespoons of flour, and stirred that in. And then I had a litre of something in the freezer that was labelled "Beef Soup Stock", in my own hand, and I have no idea. So I defrosted that and gazed at it in bafflement, and stirred it in anyway; and there was half a litre of something else called "Beef Onion Soup Stock", which ditto ditto. And then there was half a bottle of abandoned sweet red wine in the fridge, which nobody was going to drink, but hadn't spoiled, so. In it went.

And now the result of all that is back in the slow cooker and simmering slowly, and I think it'll be grand.

And I'll bake a loaf of refrigerator bread (yes, I know, I promised you a recipe: it'll come, it will) and then I'll roast a chicken; which I will tear apart with my bare hands and toss with toasted bread and leaves and a lemony garlicky dressing, and call that salad. I have a mustardy potato salad too. And Cathyn's bringing a pie, which I am training my Americans to call pudding as all desserts should be. (Yes, I know there is a more specific meaning of "pudding" in English, and a way more specific and deeply wrong meaning in American, and nevertheless: this is the tradition I was raised in, that the sweet course was not called "sweet" nor "dessert" but pudding. Baby steps, people, baby steps. I shall reclaim this land for the Empire yet. Little do they realise how insidious I am, mwahaha.)
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onyxlynx ([personal profile] onyxlynx) wrote2016-02-11 11:55 am


 It's a mystery.
  • The Queen's accent.  (If they'd asked me, I could have told them that over time one's accent will get "filed down" by all those other accents washing over one.  I have tiny bits of many accents; fortunately most of those were diluted Northeastern/Middle Atlantic, so I don't sound strongly regional, but it bugs the hell out of some folks [OK, my younger cousins] that I "talk funny." They should have heard me when I was 8.)
  • "Non-existent" countries.  Not fantasy.
  • Myths that may be true, with worry about their transmission.
  • BBC's take on Angry-Americans.
The other stuff is more political.  Do read Ta-Nehisi Coates' essay, though.  I'm saddling up.
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sasha_feather ([personal profile] sasha_feather) wrote2016-02-11 02:00 pm
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I come by my interest in language honestly. My mom said the other day, when she hears the term "boots on the ground," she thinks they should change a few letters so that it's "Blood on the ground."