I still haven't filled out my census form, and they've sent me a reminder. I guess I should get on that.
And kate_nepveu has re-read and reviewed Victory of Eagles, which may well be my all-time favourite Naomi Novik book. As usual, spoilers for all the published books in the Temeraire series may be found either in the re-read and review itself, or in the comments section.
I believe this is what is commonly known as "a problem."
Also "time to own up to the fact that you're kind of a woo person."
(The unpackaged one is Raven's Prophecy, which SUPER ANNOYINGLY -- because I don't actually really like Maggie Stiefvater's writing -- is kind of awesome.)
(And I ACTUALLY also have this deck! But for hopefully obvious reasons I hate it -- it was a gift, I did not pick it -- and it will be going out to the curb with the next box of free-to-a-good-home bookshelf culls*. Hopefully someone will appreciate it more than I do.)
(Relatedly, I owe a couple of people readings! HOPEFULLY I will be getting to those in the next couple days; I seem to have recouped some spoons.)
* This area is at Peak Used Book and it's actually kind of a PROCEDURE to get anyone to take donations, but I can just about guarantee that SOME passerby will go "oooh, hey!" at just about anything you see fit to leave in a box on the curb.
I have such plans for you, little vid. Plans I really shouldn't do anything about because: dissertation.
But you are so cute and little! I will call you Draft.
...does anyone have any up-to-date-ish vid tutorials? I'm talking nitty-gritty. I used this one back in the day and I still will if it's the best. But maybe there's something more recent? I'm using Adobe Premiere Pro CS6, if it helps.
Second, Memorial Day means Fleet Week, and that means the streets are crowded up with sailors, and I'm not exactly a big fan of extra crowds.
Third, Memorial Day + Fleet Week = airshow, which means sooner or later I'm going to get scared shitless by some planes flying right over the house. Every year, same deal, planes come and I end up in the basement for ten minutes.
Fourth, Memorial Day is the last holiday before the 4th, and would you believe I'm not a huge fan of that either? Fireworks scare my cat.
☆ Shaeiira fiiiinally was able to open the package of the SSSS book that I sent her aaages ago. <3 Seeing her reaction made me so happy. Totally worth it. Though, good lord, was it ever a long wait for that package to get to her, pf. Once everything returns to normal, and postal service is restored, I'll be doing another giveaway - this time it'll be for a necklace like the one in aRTD. But that'll be a while yet, maybe in July.
☆ Only a few days before we go back home. x_x This will be... interesting. On the one hand, I want to be back home. On the other hand, the city is going to be a mess, and I don't know if I want to drive through that again. Ugh. Well, there's nothing to be done about that.
☆ SPEAKING OF INTERNET, I don't know if I'll have internet in Fort McMurray, because our internet provider doesn't have detailed information about which areas have restored service and which are still waiting for it. Soooo I might disappear for a while. ;p Upside: I have downloaded sooo many public domain horror movies, I'll have no problem keeping myself occupied when I do have free time. Films + knitting, yay!
☆ Depending on how re-entry goes, and what ends up happening with work, I might possibly end up travelling somewhere in August - either to Calgary or Victoria, not sure which. BUT that is very fuzzy not-sure stuff yet; it's just an idea that's on the table. Maybe. If things go smoothly.
Later this summer, Mom and I are going on our big Italian Adventure. I actually enjoyed reading The Agony and the Ecstasy in high school -- you know, as opposed to everyone else in my sophomore class. So you might think that Florence is tops on the list. It sort of is, but it's been overshadowed by the genealogical research.
Well be spending time in a tiny town that sits on top of a mountain in Abruzzo, where my Great-grandfather was from. On the flip side of the coin, we also want to visit Palermo, where my Great- and great-great grandmothers came from. Seriously it's like he was from Smallville and she was from Metropolis and then the both had families and were widowed and met up in Gotham. There's a heroic angle here too, because when she lost her first husband, her children were put into orphanages. He got them all back and then moved them to that little slice of paradise we call Jersey.
But Sicily is more challenging -- which I'm told is the general rule about Sicily. We need to spend some time in Palermo. But I need to see Etna. I'm lead to believe that I may need to change base to really get to the towns that service the tourists to Etna. There seems to be a lot of can't get there from here. Any thought? 'Cause you know that the highly rated Sicilian tour company hasn't replied to my e-mails. I thought it was just Mercury in retrograde, but no.
And since Rome is where we're flying into and out of and, ROME we'll be doing that too.
ION, I've just read Bang*Bang no.53 (original slash), the Planes, Trains & Automobiles issue, which I enjoyed immensely. My favourite two stories were both magic-related:
Flashes by Renaissance Makoto J. (ルネサンス・真・J)
Mysterious and slightly creepy, but very very cool.
A Genealogy of Magic by Kuruma Ebi (車エビ)
Amazing world-building and characters, and it made me laugh and was generally just wow, amazing. I would happily read a whole series of novels in this 'verse.
On the grounds that there weren't lizards today, I could say Venice has the advantage. Conversely, on the grounds that I got back to my hometown for about ten minutes, today had Venice beat.
We'd arrived on Governor's Island early in the afternoon and spent most of it walking around, checking out the sights, finding out what was and wasn't accessible to the public - I haven't been for a couple of years, and was surprised at how fast things have changed there. For one, the old building the fire department used for practice - by setting it on fire - had been torn down, and now they seem to have moved on to these old lovely brick houses that I'd always hoped would be turned into apartments but are now looking to be testing grounds. For another, what used to be some open lawn space has been turned into a park-like area, with open gravel paths and curving benches. And still more, there's these new hills, very gently sloping around, with a mix of exposed dirt, manicured lawns, and tall grasses underneath a bright sky.
After investigating a children's fair, pointing out food trucks and birds, and contemplating barracks, we got to the bike rental place. And promptly split up, with my parents going in one direction and my brother and I in the other. Since we had our cell phones with us, it wouldn't be hard to find each other if we got lost - and it's not a big island, in any case. There's only so much of it.
Once I was on the bike, I took off. Turned it to high gear to get good feedback and really exert power and speed, leaned down into the curves and turns, pushed on forward and tried to go as fast as I possibly could with other bikers and walkers and water in the way of me going for miles and miles, like I'd done back in my hometown in the middle of a flat river valley. There's nothing like it I've ever found, not for that sort of sustained motion - you're moving under your own power, out in the air, nothing between you and the world as it zooms by and you zoom through it, and as fast as you're going it's never too fast to look around and see where you are and what's around you. And to place yourself exactly where you are.
Because it was a very specific combination of factors that, without even one of them, wouldn't have worked. Being on a bike, speeding along for the sheer joy of the movement. Riding it on a hard, black path through tiny, cultivated hills with small trees and clipped lawns and a couple of dirt piles and some spots of overgrown grass. Underneath a hard sun and bright sky.
For just a moment, I was biking through my hometown.
Then I turned around a corner and the lower Manhattan skyline burst into view, and I turned another and saw the Statue of Liberty, and there was no mistaking where I was.
But there had been. For just long enough.
using the prompts below, write a drabble (or whatever) a day for the next 30 days. find someone willing to hit you if you miss a day. look back at the end and go ‘oh! i’m a writer!’.
beginning. accusation. restless. snowflake. haze. flame. formal. companion. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. wind. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. sunset. mad. thousand. outside. winter. diamond. letters. promise. simple. future.
Cato is muscle and energy, blood and promise. He stares out over the screaming crowd, eyes hard and jaw clenched, tendons taut in his massive neck. He vibrates in the tiny chair, the body of the boy unable to contain the monster itching underneath.
A fighter, Caesar says. Cato’s eyes gleam, words chopping off in short, savage phrases: Prepared. Vicious. Ready to go.
When Clove falls he cradles her dented skull in giant, bloody hands. “Stay with me, I wasn’t ready, come back, I'm not ready —“
She can’t hear him. Katniss, fleeing, doesn’t stop. A million viewers reach for popcorn.
And then my tongue buuuuurns. It burns us, precious! OW OW OW.
Worth. it. I think.
So asked Michael Rank in the comments section to this post:
"Triple topolectal reprimand" (5/29/16)
That's a very good question.
It's a common expression among Wuhan speakers, a pet phrase for men and women alike, almost as though it were a sort of mantra or dharani. If you ask them what it means, they will probably tell you that they themselves don't know, in which case you might get the impression that it's a modal or expletive without specific semantic content.
In actuality, gè bānmǎ 个斑马 (superficially "a zebra") is short for gè bānmǎ rì dī 个斑马日滴 (superficially "a zebra day drop"), which you will also often hear in Wuhan. As soon as you see / hear that rì 日 (looking like an innocent "day"), you know that you're in the territory of the most foul imprecations that can be uttered in Sinitic.
We must probe more deeply!
First of all, we have to split up gè bānmǎ 个 斑马 into gè bān mǎ 个 斑 马, where bān 斑 does not mean "striped" (like a zebra), but rather is the nasalization of the pretransitive particle bǎ 把. Next, we have to realize that mǎ 马 ("horse") is standing in for mā 妈 ("mother"). Hence, putting it all together, we have gè bǎ mā 个把妈. Now we know for sure we are on dangerous ground, for when Chinese are arguing and start talking about the other person's mother, the trouble is getting very deep.
Note that the Wuhan pet phrase gè bānmǎ 个斑马 gè bǎnmǎ ("a zebra") can also be written in characters as 个板马 ("a plank horse"). This is further evidence that gè bānmǎ 个斑马 has nothing to do with zebras, but is simply a phonetic transcription of gè bǎ mā 个把妈 (measure word [m.w.] + pretransitive marker of the accusative + "[your] mother"). I honestly don't know the exact function of the m.w. gè 个 here, but suspect that it might (in some circumstances) be self-referential. On the other hand, it perhaps more likely implies that "[you are] a motherf*cker"). It all depends on whom we think the implied subject is, the curser or the person who is being cursed.
Next, we have to add in that seemingly innocent, little "day" word — rì 日. Uh-oh! In the expression gè bānmǎ rì dī 个斑马日滴, it really means what it does in the extremely vulgar curse, gǒurì 狗日. That looks like it means "dog days", but really signifies "dog f*ck" (the term for "dog days" in Chinese is sānfú [tiān] 三伏[天], where sānfú 三伏 refers to the three hottest months of summer). An expanded form of gǒurì 狗日 is gǒurìde 狗日的 ("dogf*cker").
Now you're probably wondering how poor, little rì 日 ("day") came to mean "f*ck". In truth, it is standing in for rù 入 ("enter") (cf. the unspeakably vulgar character cào 肏 (graphically = rù + ròu 入 + 肉 ["enter + flesh"]).
rì 日 ("day")
Middle Sinitic reconstructions:
- Wuhan: /ɯ²¹³/
- Cantonese (Jyutping): jat6
- Hakka (Pha̍k-fa-sṳ): ngit
- Min Dong (BUC): nĭk
- Min Nan
rù 入 ("enter")
Middle Sinitic reconstructions:
- Wuhan /y²¹³/
- Cantonese (Jyutping): jap6
- Hakka (Pha̍k-fa-sṳ): ngi̍p
- Min Dong (BUC): ĭk
- Min Nan
All right, that takes care of all the elements in gè bānmǎ rì dī 个斑马日滴 except for dī 滴 ("drop") at the end. This part is rather easy, since it's just standing in for the ubiquitous nominalizer 的. Usually this is pronounced "de", but many people pronounce it "dì", which was its original (before bleaching) pronunciation when it meant "target". Indeed, for the first decade or so while I was learning Mandarin, following some of my teachers and various instructional materials, I pronounced 的 in all of its usages as "dì", not "de". Occasionally that habit of decades ago still comes back to me.
The denizens of Wuhan have a reputation for being rude and foul-mouthed. I'm sure that there must be plenty of polite, elegant, well-spoken individuals in Wuhan, but people from other parts of China — even where swearing is prevalent — are often stunned by the ubiquitousness and creativity of Wuhan profanity.
In comparison to the raw language discussed in this post, the "25 literary Yo Mama jokes" that I just read (on Book Riot, 5/27//16) are incredibly tame.
[Thanks to Wiktionary and this Chinese website]
I'm not sure I succeeded.
Though I am feeling a good deal less "blocked" energy-wise... not feeling as overwhelmed by some of the house stuff I have to manage and pondering cooking dinner and staying up late and working on house stuff as I have no responsibilities today until AndTenor comes tomorrow early afternoon... might make the most sense, especially as I feel like I can face what all I have to work on now.
Oof. Wishing I felt better about all this.