...I have 353 words on Grail and given my Cabdriver Protocol*, I think I may have to just give this up as a bad job today and go play Bejweled or something.
*Cabdriver Protocol: a work ethic that suggests that, rather than knocking off early when you've made good progress and toiling harder when you haven't, it is more productive to work hard when things are happening (ie, you are getting fares) and give yourself a break when they are not (nobody is riding). So named because the original research was done on cabdrivers.
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Save me, Internets! You're my only hope!
Quick! Haunted/possessed/demonic/evil/magical carousel horses! Fiction or alleged nonfiction, genre and medium unimportant. I know there are a ton of these out there, and the Oak Bluffs ponies (which are clearly bound demons--compare horses at other antique carousels in San Diego CA and Hartford, CT*) have me thinking about whether there's an interesting way to reinvent them.
ETA: No really, guys. I'm looking for EXISTING STORIES AND FOLKLORE about magic carousel horses. Not links to historical carousels, and not suggestions as to what I should write about. Thank you!
*Here is my most beloved horse at the Bushnell Park carousel. Isn't he gorgeous?
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I've just been contacted by a student who's looking for suggestions on modern reworkings of "Thomas the Rhymer" for her dissertation.
I was able to suggest
Help?
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Basically I'm thinking of dishes such as red beans and rice, dirty rice, arroz con frijoles, biryani, tagine, paella, jambalaya, pilaf, fried rice, risotto, and so on. It seems like every culture has one--
(Right now, as part of operation Clean The Fridge, I am making one containing brown rice, diced sundried tomatoes, preserved lemon, kalamata olives, and almonds, and a fistful of red lentils. It smells awfully good.)
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Sentence in question is:
The stool wobbled under her when he took her hands, the one leg shorter than the others that his father hadn't mended in fifteen years gone past.
Test the sentence by removing the adverbial phrase:
The stool wobbled under her
Let's take out the prepositional phrase too.
The stool wobbled
No, that still looks right. Am I misremembering my grammar that badly?
...I think I need a new career...
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--Jean-Paul Sartre, "Existentialism is a Humanism," 1946
All right. Does anybody out there in LJ land know if the quote Sartre attributes to Dostoevsky is accurate? I have never actually made it all the way through The Brothers Karamazov, which is supposedly the source of the quote, but a little googling around seems to indicate that Sartre took the sense of a phrase that's repeated in the book-- "...everything is lawful" --and sort of made up the rest.
Anybody got a definitive answer?
(This is not a request for people to run right out and google for me. I have done that part already. However, I know there are at least two people with degrees in Russian literature reading this: I am looking for an expert answer.)
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I've turned my work chair so I have a better view out the window without craning my neck so much, which has the added advantage of not putting the sun over my shoulder and blanching the laptop screen.
So, flist, I am asking for opinions.
My aged HP Pavilion is reaching the end of its useful lifespan, and I need a replacement laptop. (Mostly, I use the device for word processing, internet, and so on.)
What I'd like to know is, if you're bored and want to tell me and you use a laptop or tablet PC--
--what brand, model, vintage, and specifications is your device?
--what do you use it for?
--how durable has it proven?
--how's the service contract?
--what was the price range?
--do you like it or loathe it?
(If you use some other word processing or internet solution, other than a laptop, and you love it with evangelical glee, I'm very happy for you, but telling me to get a Palm and a roll-up keyboard will simply make me roll my eyes and think you're a twit who can't read directions. I know, it's unfair, but that's what will happen. I'm just letting you know.)
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Anybody know what, in these days of political correctness, Johns Hopkins calls what we used to refer to as a "male aide"?
NB: I don't care what other hospitals call them. My question is specific to JH. Thanks!
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February 29th would have been my second wedding anniversary, if I were still married. (The alert among you will have already figured out that this means I got married in 2000.) I've been separated for over two years now, and divorced for six months, and I have realized something recently.
I am ready to start dating again.
Of course, I have no idea how a self-employed artist would meet people. A friend of mine has been exploring the wilds of Craig's list for similar purposes, but her results have been mixed enough that I'm totally hesitant to try that. On the other hand, I'm also enough at a loss that on the way home from Fall River (it's about a two hour drive) tonight I started composing a personal ad.
Let's see.
Self-employed, financially independent artist seeks person(s) for acquaintanceship, flirtation, possible escalation. I am: divorced, female, 36, eclectic, geeky, mercurial, empathic, intellectual, opinionated, radical, insecure, overscheduled, tactile, energetic, intimidating, picky, prickly, defensive, spontaneous, amusing, tough, devoid of ownership issues, bad at communicating needs strongly, moderately traumatized but so over the glamour of my own tragic past, and can cook. I am looking for someone(s) who is/are: 25-55, single or in an open relationship, solvent, outdoorsy, creative, adventurous, ethical, ambitious, geeky, competent, active, curious, friendly, funny, and not a picky eater.
Anybody not within a reasonable commute of Hartford, CT, need not apply.
And then it occurred to me... I could ask my Internets! So there you go.
Internets, set me up with your friends!
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Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 263
Hanged for a lamb, hanged for...
a ewe.![]()
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49 (18.6%)
an ewe.![]()
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38 (14.4%)
a sheep.![]()
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108 (41.1%)
many sheeps.![]()
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20 (7.6%)
mmm. mutton.![]()
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51 (19.4%)
wooly ticky.![]()
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57 (21.7%)
black-faced ticky.![]()
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63 (24.0%)
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59 (22.4%)
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And then you won't get to read the sequel.
At any point in Dust, does Tristen indicate his opinion of/relationship with Arianrhod, either by implication or express statement?
I know what I think he thinks, but I can't remember what he said.
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embarrassed - Music:Suzanne Vega - Calypso
I think I have finished the revision of "King Pole, Gallows Pole, Bottle Tree." I got a little more than 400 words out of the first twenty pages. And I think the rest of it was already pretty okay, so I just poked it a little.
Favorite paragraph that didn't survive the surgery:
Hey, did you know Lassie was a boy dog? True story. They're bigger and more impressive, so that's what got cast. She may have been the first drag queen on TV.
So tomorrow I can print it out and mail it in.
So,
A nice thoughtful review of A Companion to Wolves at Hippoi Athanatoi. I feel like I should correct a misapprehension re: auctorial intent, there. Sarah and I didn't write the book with the intent to shock anybody. Rather, we wrote the book because we were having fun with the genderfuck and worldbuilding and story, and we wanted to shine some light into a corner of the genre we both had some problems with. And when we had finished, we looked at it and said, well, this is gonna be a tough sell, and is going to ruffle a few feathers.
And then we decided to sell it anyway. Though that took a while.
(We did have one publisher before Tor make an offer on it, if we took the sex out. Which more or less would have made it the book we were having the issues with in the first place, so we politely declined.)
I'm generally pleased and surprised that the response has been so overwhelmingly positive, with a few exceptions, and that many people seem to be taking the genderfuck in stride. (The secondhand comment here from somebody who has worked with wolf-packs and who thought the canine dynamic was realistic, made me bounce up and down and squee. Trellwolves are not socially exactly like earth wolves, but I think their behavior pattern works pretty well, biologically speaking, given their genetics.)
Also, for the record, Sarah wrote all the sex scenes. And Emma wrote all the torture scenes.
Oh, wait.
That other one is a different book, and you haven't read it yet. *g*
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A patron is looking for the title of a science fiction book about a human beehive. He says these or similar keywords are in the title, and is quite sure that it is a full-length novel, not a short story. It was probably written in the 1960s, because that?s approximately when his wife read it.
Who knows the book?
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cheerful - Music:Happy Rhodes - The Flight
I have a flist full of Shakespeareans and medievalists. Surely someone can help the man out?
There is no hot water this morning. I have a headache from washing my hair under the cold water tap. It's a hard life where-ever you go.
Today, it is raining. I am going to sit in my big chair, drink tea, eat oatmeal toast with pink grapefruit marmalade, and in general recover from yesterday, which involved ten hours in the car and reaching that state where a McDonald's cheddar melt actually tasted pretty good. (Thus, I have discharged my yearly obligation to check and make sure I still don't like fast food.)
I am not going to the gym, and I am not going for a walk, except maybe to the corner to buy cat food.
I will read, and I will probably write some fanfic, because the nice thing about long drives is that they tend to make huge chunks of story fall into my head. (When
I should probably feel guilty about goofing off that profoundly and Wasting My Talent On Writing For Self-Entertainment, but you know what? I don't. I might feel a little guilty about not feeling guilty, though.
Take that, guilt gorilla.
In other news, the only thing more fun than an 8 week old Briard puppy is four 8 week old Briard puppies that you get to give back after you're done wrestling with them and getting them wound up.
Someday, I will live someplace where I can have a dog again. And plant some rosebushes and raspberry brambles.
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nerdy - Music:Orbital - Tunnel Vision
Also, my space opera disguised as an epic quest fantasy/epic quest fantasy disguised as a space opera just grew a chosen one. Oddly enough, it's not who I expected it to be. Apparently I am also contriving to
I also lifted an entire subplot from Roger Zelazny last night, but I'm pretty sure nobody will notice after I spend a few hours on it with the hammer. I mean, other than the entire internet, you know.
And now, I must go back to writing creepy paternal villain internalizations. Apparently, this is a book about father/daughter relationships. And the ethics of creating God.
All right, coffee break's over. Back on your heads.
We are stardust
We are golden
We are billion-year-old carbon.
--Joni Mitchell
Mm. Gotta buy that new-ish Vienna Teng album. And the new-ish Dar.
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So, what do you say? Has anybody here ever coughed up a nice lungful of bright red froth? Because that's what I need to describe....
(gee, and I wonder why Rien wouldn't give me an opening line.)
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ETA
For those of you who haven't picked up this apparently more-obscure-than-I-knew historical tidbit, in the winter of 1439, when Paris was a bone of contention between between the followers of the Count of Armagnac and those of the Duke of Burgundy (and everybody was quite tipsy a lot of the time) and the English and the French were arguing over who exactly got to call himself King of France, and two wet years and bad harvests in a row had provoked the worst famine in twenty years, and population was still almost nonexistent in the wake of the Black Death...
...a large pack of wolves took up residence near the City of Paris, and in fact pretty much roamed the streets at will, eating whatever they could catch. Including citizens.
Now, Daniel Mannix wrote a novel about this event (And Cris Williamson wrote a song about it. Both book and song are called "The Wolves of Paris," with rare originality.). Anyway, Mannix calls the alpha wolf Cortaud, and describes him as a wolf-wolfhound hybrid. My question is, did he make up these details? I know that one of the theories about the Beast of Gevaudan was that it was a mastiff-wolf hybrid; he certainly could have borrowed from the other famous French wolf story.
Can anybody with either better Google-fu, a firsthand knowledge of Parisian folklore, or access to a research library confirm that for me?
P.S. Mebd's new trick for getting me up in the morning is to pull my hair.
Anybody want a cat?
Will ship.
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H'ep?
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