Hockey hockey hockey

Mar. 14th, 2026 02:29 am
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I hadn't been on the ice since last Saturday (Huskies and Women's Blues practices were all Varsity squads only, and Kodiaks practice got cancelled by the rink) but I made it to and through Warbirds practice tonight. It was so worth it. I also got my Varsity notebook from Women's Blues: every team member gets a notebook, and everyone writes a note in every teammates notebook, and we read them before Varsity to inspire us. Mine was very sweet and I love the team very much for making me welcome.

I need to leave the house in 7.5 hours to get back to the rink for Varsity. I'm playing in alumni game 1, getting cleaned up during alumni game 2, and spending the rest of the day in the scorekeepers box with a rotating cast of some of my favourite people. The three non-alumni games will be livestreamed

  • 14:00 Mixed 2nds (Huskies v Vikings B)
  • 17:00 Women's Blues
  • 20:00 Men's Blues

I also had a little art session this evening before going to the rink, making signs for my Huskies teammates. The sign in Irish may well only be understood by the teammate who got me back into learning Irish this year - our class covered "how to cheer on your sports team" a couple weeks ago and I made careful notes - or maybe it will cause any lurking Gaeilgeoirí in the rink to make themselves known.

Two cardboard signs, hand-lettered to support the Huskies ice hockey team

I think I'm wound down enough to sleep now.

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First Step Back
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 1222
[Evening of Thursday, 2 November of 2017]



:: A slow, introspective look at Jules as he packs for his last flight, finally heading home with his shiny new diploma and certificates. This is the first post of the new “Lodestar” arc, set in the Polychrome Heroics universe. ::




Jules fidgeted with the bundle of summer blue ultralight fabric, then frowned at the darker blue and black hiking backpack which had seen him through all but the first two months of his Alexandrian year. The daypack and duffel combination that he’d started with had wrenched his shoulders more than once, and depending on the day’s travel, had happened so often that he’d meticulously priced the cost of a walk-in appointment to see a medical doctor in one of the slum clinics in the morning, his last day in Delhi. As he was scraping together his cash, wincing with every move of either arm, a literal hippie, probably old enough to be Jules’ grandfather, had offered to swap his ultralight for the substantially heavier backpack that fit within the airport guidelines, barely, but which hung off his shoulders like a medieval torture device.
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Between two artics

Mar. 13th, 2026 10:32 pm
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The plan for today was to leave early, drive the four hours back to Manchester, and unload the van at [personal profile] angelofthenorth's flat.

I planned to be home by mid-afternoon. I was planning to make dinner, and I hoped to be back soon enough and with enough energy left over to walk Teddy at the usual kind of time, 4 or 5 in the afternoon.

We checked out of the hotel at 8, went for breakfast at the Starbucks in the Travelodge parking lot, and got on the road maybe half an hour later.

We'd just gotten out of town and on an A road/highway, I was just thinking about texting a quick "on our way!" for V and D to wake up to, but before I could fish my phone out of the pocket trapped by the seatbelt, details of car crash which sound scary so please be assured no one was injured! )

And my pitch-black humor about the situation. )

The van was being driven by a friend of [personal profile] angelofthenorth's who has rented lots of vans, used to drive one for Argos, and was a very careful driver. He is a retired cop, so when we made it to a nearby lay-by/rest area, he called the rental company to report the accident, he described it very calmly and precisely, in slightly more technical terms than the lady on the other end was expecting. He said he hadn't been in an accident himself since 1990something, but all his skills were clearly there from the many other incidents he'd called in like this.

The van wasn't badly damaged but wasn't safe to drive without the passenger side (he called it near side) mirror, and indicator/blinkers on that side too. (It hadn't actually exploded but all these things were hanging by the wires from the damaged housing.) So we had to call AA too, and wait for them to be able to send something big enough to haul a loaded Peugeot Boxer van.

The accident happened a couple minutes before 9am. After having been told "before 12.20," 11.40, 11.45 and 12.45, a nice man with a big yellow AA truck pulled ahead of us at 12.50, eliciting such cheers from the other two (who of course recognized it more quickly than I could) that I jumped a little.

We had to wait in the lay-by not far from where we'd set off, for a length of time that should've gotten us basically back to Manchester (minus stops to pee/get lunch/etc.). We were waiting there so long that [personal profile] angelofthenorth's blood sugar was a worry, but luckily it remained okay.

The AA man was efficient, and it was a little bit exciting to get to ride in the back of his truck, which had such high steps that it reminded me of getting into tractors. He got us to the place he was told to take us which would have arranged to swap our van for another one, but it was closed. We were also coming up on, and then quickly past, the time this poor guy was supposed to finish his shift, and his commitment to not abandoning us and our burdened van on a street somewhere in Swansea was coming up against not only the end of his shift but the end of the time he'd be safe to drive.

The looming fact that it was Friday suddenly loomed into relevance. The AA driver talked a lot about places closing early on a Friday, and already mid-afternoon I was seeing queues of traffic in Swansea as he drove us around. I hadn't expected we'd have to deal with Friday rush hour traffic of course!

Way too many frustrations, shenanigans and phone calls ensued. I'll spare you the grumbling and details but we eventually had the chance to use a toilet, have access to a new van, and swap everything from the broken one to the new one (which while not ideal left me a little reassured by exactly what and how difficult it'd be to get it all into [personal profile] angelofthenorth's flat: before this, it'd been difficult for me to mentally separate what actually went in the van from the much greater amount of work I'd ended up doing in the sliding tile puzzle of moving things out of but then back into the storage containers).

Finally, we could set off. It was 3.45. Manchester was still four hours away. At this point, we determined that the best thing to do would be just to get home tonight, and unload the van early in the morning before it was due to be returned at noon.

And a little more because we stopped for food in Abergavenny around 5, and maybe because this new van was limited to only going 60mph so we didn't benefit from the motorway/freeway driving as much as we might have.

I got home about 9.15pm, after an otherwise uneventful trip back.

Early start tomorrow. I've never been so happy to be in my own house, hugged by my humans, and now in bed.

It's almost time!

Mar. 13th, 2026 03:59 pm
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Temples, Tombs & Hieroglyphs: A Popular History of Ancient Egypt by Barbara Mertz

A light discussion of Egypt. Admittedly covering a long period of history and so necessarily cursory in place. Discusses what records we have and what archeological evidence we have found, and various Pharaohs and changes.

Knitting update

Mar. 13th, 2026 02:25 pm
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The state of triplet sweaters when last checked on was that I finished #1 (a traditional Guernsey using PetiteKnit's Storm pattern in navy blue dk-weight Norwegian wool Sandnes Peer Gynt). Then I took over #2 (a mariniere using PetiteKnit's Marseille pattern in yellow stripes on black in dk Drops Merino Extra Fine) from [personal profile] waxjism, who had already knitted the body, and knitted the hem ribbing and sleeves and the neck ribbing while Wax started #3 (a traditional cabled Aran in forest green heather Peer Gynt). Wax got halfway up the body of #3 before stalling out in the cold snap while I knitted a little bit on a pair wool shorts for myself before giving up knitting in the cold as well.

Nobody knitted for a month or so. But all that time I knew I was going to have to unravel the neck ribbing on #2 and redo it, because it came out too tight/small.

After I ran out of wool for the shorts the other day, I unwillingly went back to the sweater. Knitting in black wool is very annoying because it's difficult to see the individual stitches. Yesterday I unraveled the collar and started over, getting through 17 rounds out of a planned 21, before I realized it was still too small and started over again. The third try is now at 18/21.

I need to order more wool for the shorts and some more needles and sock yarn and sock blockers.

We still haven't replaced the kitchen faucet, either. I asked Wax what she thought about ordering it a week and a half ago, and she said she could pick it up on her way home from work, but this hasn't happened yet.
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House Sitting
By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 1, complete
Word count (story only): 1366


:: The Teague family takes a step toward more permanent arrangements on the island. It’s not a perfect coda, but it is a hopeful resting point for readers. The last part of the Edison’s Mirror/Teague Family story arc, bringing an earned resolution to the terrible situation of “Edison’s Mirror,” at long last. Thank you all for your patience. ::




“You’re really helping my daughter out,” the man leaning on forearm crutches declared, nodding toward the woman bustling toward them from the side door into the three-car garage. “Even taking the time to drive her to the airport is… a lot,” he admitted regretfully.

“It’s no difficulty, Mister Dulles,” Aidan assured. He paused, considering, and did not try to hide that he was assessing the man’s posture. “I mean no offense to you, of course.”
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Dear Care and Feeding,

I’m a stay-at-home mom, and my husband works outside the home. We have three kids and obviously we all sometimes get sick. However, for some reason (*cough* I wash my hands and he doesn’t *cough*) I usually seem to get a much milder case of whatever bug we’re all dealing with than my husband, or sometimes don’t get it at all, leaving me to care for sick kids without any help. I know I should be grateful that I don’t usually get as sick, but being under the weather and nursing sick babies while my husband sleeps all day is hard. I usually end up completely run down, exhausted, and sometimes even depressed.

Recently, we all got the flu, and this time I did get it pretty bad. My husband was still recovering, and the baby was still sick so my mom had to come stay with us for a while … and then she got it. My husband and I talked after we were all healthy about how we could better handle a house full of sick people and, uncharacteristically, we didn’t come to a great resolution. I’m tired of not being able to get significant rest time when I’m ill and being on my own with sick kids, so I think we should rely on help from family more and also that my husband should accept that being sick as a parent isn’t the same as being sick without kids. I asked him to really consider what help he could offer me while he’s sick and volunteer it more. I also admitted that I should do a better job of asking him to work from home occasionally when I need to recover from being sick. He agreed on the last point but didn’t accept either of the first two: He thinks it’s out of line to ask family to come help us and get sick themselves and isn’t willing to commit himself to doing more when he is sick. We’re all healthy now but I’m sure the next virus is just around the corner, so who is right? How do you fairly split the work when everyone doesn’t feel good?

—We’re Not at Our Best

Dear WNaOB,

I am always thrilled to hear anyone is out there, washing their hands, which is one of the best forms of preventive “medicine” we have. This may indeed help account for the times you manage to avoid the bug entirely but can have no possible relationship to the times you just have milder symptoms than your less fortunate family members.

Every illness is different. So is what “doing more” can mean. I’m glad you are on the same page about him working from home more frequently while you are recovering; I am not sure why it hinges on you asking as opposed to him making the decision based on the situation, but if that’s what it takes, fine.

On the family question, I’m torn. I would not ask an older relative to risk the seasonal flu, if at all possible. For minor bugs, if you are extremely honest that you are floundering and need a second pair of hands and that those hands may wind up catching whatever illness the family has, people can make their own informed decision about helping.

Sometimes everyone is sick at once. One of the worst parts of being a parent is not being able to retreat to the couch with a Gatorade, regardless of how terrible you feel, because a child needs you to hold their hair back or heat up some soup. It’s a good time to rely on food delivery for a short period (if anyone actually feels like eating), and I recommend having basic sickness prep ready to roll (children’s cold medicine to bring down fevers and help with sleep, Pedialyte, extra mattress protectors under extra fresh sheets so you can just yank off the soiled top set and have a pre-made bed ready to go, etc.)

You and your husband are not going to solve for all time the “but I’M sicker when I’m sick” argument. You do need to ask for what you need and to be specific with what those needs are. “Can you please switch the laundry to the dryer? Can you load the dishwasher? Can you bring home saltines and ginger ale?” It seems as though communication in your household has become contentious and now carries the weight of grievances from Ghosts of Seasonal Flu Past. He thinks you’re telling him he’s a malingerer, you’re drowning in gross tissues, etc. Please try to strip emotion out of these interactions whenever possible. Fake it like you’re on a team until you’re actually on a team here.

Also, I hesitate to tell a grown man to wash his hands during cold and flu season, but if he hasn’t grasped the repeated and unpleasant cause and effect at play here, you have my permission to tell him a professional advice columnist thinks he’s being a real tool.
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Dear How to Do It,

I made a mistake. I have been very close with my friend, who’s a woman, for the past three years. I am a man, and for the most part, I’ve been able to convince her that I am gay.

At first, I just yearned for the platonic affection that only a woman can offer; nothing obscene. But now … I am enticed by her smooth skin and curves. I’ve seen her naked several times, and she’s always felt safe around me because she thinks I am gay. How can I proposition her so that she’ll forget all about my so-called gayness? Should I pretend to be bisexual? HELP!

—Cross My Heart and Hope to Die

Dear Cross My Heart and Hope to Die,

Did you consult with any media before deciding to pursue opportunistic identity impersonation? With icing on her face, Mrs. Doubtfire would have shrieked at you, “Hell noooooo!” You have placed yourself in a farce that rarely works out as intended. You purposely deceived someone in order to make a connection, and now that you have that connection, you want more. Meanwhile, your friend will end up with less. It is safe to assume that her attachment to and comfort around you are predicated on your lie. You’re asking what to say to make her forget, as if I’m a wizard who’s been holding out on revealing a magic technique for mind-editing and not just some guy sitting on his couch in Brooklyn.

Here are your options: Keep up the deception and forget any kind of romantic pursuit because to her, you are as good as gay. You will have to keep up this deception for the rest of your life and/or friendship (whichever ends first), which seems exhausting and doomed to fail. Or you can come clean and hope that she is already in love with you and has been secretly wishing that you would just turn straight already. Unless she is under love’s spell, she is likely to be angry when she finds out that you have deceived her. Since your relationship is built on a lie, you can expect the relationship to collapse once the lie is dismantled. I don’t think there’s any way around that, but at least now you know what not to do next time.

Extraction team

Mar. 12th, 2026 05:25 pm
[personal profile] cosmolinguist

I am sure there was toothpaste in my washkit the last time I traveled... But there is not now.

Apart from this and lack of snacks (why didn't I think to bring snacks, ha), I am doing alright. I slept decently last night, and slept a lot more this afternoon, once the van was as loaded as it was going to get.

I feel for [personal profile] angelofthenorth, who basically has the same level of difficulty extracting the things she wants from the two big storage containers that I would've had if Andrew had decanted all of our house into similar, since that's more or less what has happened here.

Everything has been a sliding-tile-puzzle of needing to move things to get to other things, and all the tiles are heavy, and you also have to think about whether they're packed in a structurally sound condition and whether they can get wet.

We have been remarkably successful at furniture, but also some things have just been too difficult to unearth, particularly in the worst weather possible for this: rain and heavy wind. She has dealt with it all very well, being very practical about what can be replaced via Manchester's charity shops or Ikea.

All of this is such an emotionally exhausting undertaking. I'm glad I can at least handle some of the physical burdens for her.

Running update

Mar. 12th, 2026 08:57 am
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I've been too busy to post, but my knee got a lot better in the last month, and I'm back to running. Google Maps thinks I did 4.5 miles in 45 minutes today, which, if true, would be better than I expected.

I still have a hamstring injury that I can't shake, from last May, and it does prevent me from walking or running long distances, but hopefully maybe I can eventually figure out what it wants?

What my knee wanted was a few days of sleeping with my leg unbent.

...If I had known that, I could have done that a year ago, and never gotten a hamstring injury in the first place! And I could have spent the whole last year running and walking and hiking. But it's always a lot of trial and error to figure out what my body wants.

Anyway, remind me that if I get to where I'm pretty sure I'm doing 6 miles, I should join the gym and start doing some cardio and uphill workouts. It's hard to do cardio in this flat-as-a-pancake neighborhood. I miss the hills where I used to live in Massachusetts. But at least the weather lets me run in February and March. And the gym is only 1.5 blocks away.

Other goals if I can get caught up on some academic projects: try out a roping course at the nearby climbing gym, see if I can get some useful skills for caving.
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Case: Netchoice v Wilson, 3:26-cv-00543, (D.S.C.)

Netchoice's litigation page: Netchoice v Wilson

Netchoice filed the motion for preliminary injunction on March 9. It isn't available on the docket in RECAP yet (and I'm over my threshold for PACER fees that will get refunded for the quarter, or else I'd put it there!) but it is available on Netchoice's litigation page: Motion for Preliminary Injunction. They haven't included the declarations, but here's Dreamwidth's declaration as filed, authored by yours truly. Because of the wild incoherence of so many of the provisions of this law, many of which were new because a lot of states have switched to using different model legislation, I had to write almost all of our declaration for this one from scratch (while recovering from a lumbar puncture, lying flat on my back in bed: never let it be said I am not completely extra about the lengths to which I will go to fight against this bullshit), so much less of it will look familiar than usual, but boy was I mad.

We'll let you know when the judge makes a ruling on the PI! And three cheers as always for the Netchoice team and for the outside litigation counsel team, who is Lehotsky Keller Cohn for this one and who put in massively heroic effort to get this filed as fast as possible thanks to the law taking immediate effect.

Community Recs Post!

Mar. 12th, 2026 09:58 am
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Every Thursday, we have a community post, just like this one, where you can drop a rec or five in the comments.

This works great if you only have one rec and don't want to make a whole post for it, or if you don't have a DW account, or if you're shy. ;)

(But don't forget: you can deffo make posts of your own seven days a week. ;D!)

So what cool fancrafts/fanart/fics/fanvids/other kinds of fanworks/podfics have we discovered this week? Drop it in the comments below. Anon comment is enabled.

BTW, AI fanworks are not eligible for reccing at recthething. If you aware that a fanwork is AI-generated, please do not rec it here.
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Archeological data with AI- and physics-based modeling explain typhoon-induced disasters in inland China around 3000 yr B.P.
Science Advances, 12.10 (3/4/25)
Ke Ding, Siyang Li, Aijun Ding, Houyuan Lu, Jianping Zhang, Dazhi Xi, Xin Huang, Sijia Lou, Xiaodong Tang, Xin Qiu, Lejun He, Yue Ma, Haoxian Lin, Shiyan Zhang, Derong Zhou, Xiaolu Zhou, Zhe-Min Tan, Congbin Fu, Quansheng Ge

To fully understand the significance of this paper, one must realize that the Central Plains (Zhōngyuán 中原) and Chengdu Plain in Sichuan are crucial, fertile agricultural and economic hubs with deep historical significance. The Central Plains served as the "cradle of Chinese civilization", and was a vital transport corridor in the East Asian Heartland (EAH). The Chengdu Plain has been a perennial "Land of Plenty", supported by the Dūjiāngyàn 都江堰 irrigation system, a miracle of ancient hydraulic engineering still operating today more than two millennia after it was constructed.

Abstract

Climate change–related extreme events during the mid-late Holocene, especially around 3000 years before the present (yr B.P.), severely threatened human survival and cultural development at various locations. However, although marked social change during this period in China have also been reported to coincide with extreme disasters, the causes and impacts of these events remain unclear. Here, we aligned paleoclimate reconstructions with quantitative analyses of archeological evidence, including oracle bone scripts, together with artificial intelligence– and physics-based model simulations to uncover the causes. We found that intensified typhoon activities exerted considerable impacts on climate extremes and social change in inland China around 3000 yr B.P. These findings underscore the urgent need to improve preparedness for today’s typhoon-induced disasters in the context of accelerating climate change.

Introduction

In this study, we quantitatively examined the weather-related written records in ~55,000 pieces of oracle bone scripts (3200 to 2996 yr B.P.), the earliest form of systematic Chinese writing (1415), and developed several indexes representing the climate conditions during ~200 years in the Late Shang Dynasty.

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For the last few years, I've been noticing that Chinese archeologists and scientists publishing in English consistently refer to 甲骨文 as "oracle bone scripts" (note the plural), when I think they mean "oracle bone inscriptions" or "oracle bone texts".

I'm wondering if I should make an attempt to correct this usage, or whether it is so well entrenched in Sino-English that nothing can be done to change it.

Oracle bone scripts, the earliest form of systematic Chinese writing, were mostly found in AY in the Central Plains and generally considered as divination records of royalty and nobility in the Late Shang Dynasty (1415, 36). Therefore, besides being recognized as invaluable cultural relics, oracle bone scripts also serve as precious contemporaneous documentation of people and their circumstances during the Chinese Bronze Age (3738). Consistent with that revealed in the relevant geological and archeological records, oracle bone scripts also suggest a considerable influence of climate extremes, especially floods, during the Late Shang Dynasty (8, 3941). A typical example can be seen in Fig. 2A; one of the main characters representing “disaster” in oracle bone scripts is a pattern resembling water waves, which indicates floods according to existing studies (42).

This is Fig. 2A of the article:

The authors claim that the three wavy lines near the top resemble water waves, which indicates "floods", hence "disaster".  I wonder about that.

They also post He27219 and say that it means "[upcoming] heavy rain".  It looks like this OB character for rain:

Is there a special character for "heavy rain"?

Judging from the paper as it appears in Science Advances examined here, it does not seem to me that the authors have made productive use of the oracle bone evidence.  It was a good idea for them to attempt to take the large amount of references to rainfall on the OBIs* (Oracle Bone Inscriptions) into account, but they only tell us how often the rains fell, not how much fell.  At least, that's all the information I can obtain from the data proffered.

—–

*For many years, I translated jiǎgǔwén 甲骨文 as "oracle shell and bone inscriptions" (abbreviated as OSBIs), until specialists in the field talked me out of it by telling me that turtle plastrons are also a kind of bone.

 

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Separation by W. S. Merwin

Mar. 10th, 2026 10:01 pm
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Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.


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Jenn related everybody's lack of sleep, ending with a hopeful "So, you're not working tonight, right?"

Ah, no, I am working, and under no circumstances will I call out on the grounds that my dog is crazy.

Other than dementia, which she shows no signs of (the dog, not my sister... I mean, not her either, but that's not what I'm talking about), what could cause this sudden barking spree in an otherwise pretty quiet doggie?

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