This is your life on drugs

Jan. 10th, 2026 01:10 am
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Apologies to friends here at DW. I've been so obsessed with HR everything I'd gotten very behind in reading my flist here. I am now caught up! Will try to do better.

I remember this state from when I first fell into fandom in about 2008/2009, and the key word is salience. The object of your desire becomes virtually the only salient (important) thing. Everything else pales in comparison and seems less important and interesting. It's no accident that salience is a technical term in addiction medicine. It's for sure linked with dopamine receptors and my brain is now very trained to give me dopamine hits for things related to HR, especially, at this stage, fic.

I'm not complaining, but I realise that we loons (an in-joke name suggested for the HR fandom) must be tiresome for those not in the fandom. (There's a solution to that...)

Anyway, it's also midsummer here and very nice, too. The garden (will do a few pics soon) is getting blowsy and a bit beset by fungal annoyances as we've continued to have intermittent rain and high humidity, but most days have highs of 27^C which is lovely and not too hot. Perfect for lying around reading and rewatching! I finally finished and mailed my second tranche of seasonal cards for NZ friends and family, the earlier lot having been sent overseas. They're later than usual due to the aforementioned salience of other distractions.

The bloody ducks managed to force their way back into my water garden through the duck dome, so the dome is now a basket weave with weft as well as warp, and tied more firmly to the barrel. The waterlilies are slowly recovering for a second time. The giant Mexican sunflower (Tithonia) is once more as tall as the house, having regrown from a 2 foot stub after cutting back. I'm not sure there's anything in the earth under my flat except Tithonia roots, these days. My peppers aren't thriving - not enough direct sun, as my potted plants got away from me and I didn't have the peppers in the front row. Lesson learned. Scarlet runner beans are doing well, but a lot of veggies and annuals haven't been great, probably as the very hot early summer exhausted and confused them. I'll plant some things earlier, in winter next year (sweet peas, tomatoes, peppers.)

Okay, that's my update - hugs for everyone and hope you're all coping with 2026 so far!

(Downs periscope and prepares to dive back into excellent HR fic).

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I did not go downtown today, so this was really a no-shopping day!

I visited mom, did a load of laundry, hand-washed dishes, ran a load in the dishwasher, went for a couple walks with Pip and the dogs, cut up chicken for the dogs' meals, and scooped kitty litter. I put a roast in the crock pot for supper. (Not my usual chuck roast; I decided to try something different.)

I went with the Ginger Peach tea again this morning. for reasons that you might not want to read )

I wrote more! ~1,200 words and I’ve managed to finish the first draft of the fic at ~5,600 words! Now to type it in. o_O I read more in Amelia Peabody and watched the first Jack Reacher movie. (I’ve seen it, or most of it in parts, before, but having read the first three books, I wanted to re-watch it to see what I thought about it in comparison. I can see Tom Cruise as a pilot, I can even see him as a spy, but I cannot see him as Jack Reacher. And not just because of his height. Jack Reacher is hugely muscled. He was shot in the chest and didn’t die because his pectoral muscle was so thick it acted like kevlar. I cannot see Tom Cruise as this character.)

Temps started out at 36.0(F) and reached 43.5. It was not supposed to get this warm, but it has so I won’t complain. We even had some sun!


Mom Update:

Mom was doing okay when I saw her. I was able to help her get last year’s bills out of the filing cabinet so she could start filing this year’s bills and I did up the few dishes in the sink. We talked more about the hospice visit and she told me that hospice would be completely covered and that the rep (I should probably start calling her the nurse?) will start visiting mom once a week just to check-up on her and take vitals, etc.

Mom often talks about a woman she knows who lived 3-years past when her family called hospice, so she’s not giving up. I know she wants to see Ireland graduate, and if she could just hang on that long I think she’d be happy.

podcast friday

Jan. 9th, 2026 06:51 am
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I've been steeped in work hell (which is just not letting up) so I haven't really caught up with DW or formulated anything more than a wish for [REDACTED] to happen to every single ICE agent and [REDACTED, replaced with screaming into the void] in general, but in the meantime, podcasts gonna podcast I guess? Honestly that's where I get my news because the mainstream media has either fallen for the lie of objectivity or just reports on things so shallowly that it's unclear as to whether things like gunning down a mother in her car as she tries to get away or kidnapping the leader of a foreign country are actual crimes or just "controversial."

Anyway.

Today I have a new podcast for you, AI Skeptics, with Cathy O'Neil and Jake Appel. Cathy O'?Neil wrote the fantastic (and still very relevant) Weapons of Math Destruction, so I was very interested in what she had to say about AI. Neither of them really come off as Professional Podcasters but the content of this is excellent and both they and their guests are insightful. "AI Versus Artists and Educators ft. Becky Jaffe" is the most recent one and most relevant to my interests.

It should be noted that folks on the podcast are skeptics rather than professional haters like me, so there's occasionally a use case, 90% of which I still disagree with. But it's an important and intelligent discussion, and the episodes are quite short and accessible.

Furuya Kiyoko (1875-1929)

Jan. 9th, 2026 08:52 pm
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Furuya Kiyoko was born in Kumamoto in 1875; her maiden name was Ihoshi. She was two years old when the Satsuma Rebellion broke out in Kyushu, a civil war which left Kumamoto Prefecture devastated. Relying on the Japan-Hawaii Immigration Convention of 1886, her family left Japan when she was eleven to work as laborers on the Hawaii sugar cane plantations.

The conditions there were appalling, with Japanese laborers living in camps and frequently beaten while working out their indentures. Kiyoko’s family stayed on after their contracts expired, unable to earn enough money to go home as inflation rose in Japan. It was there that she met Furuya Komahei, a shopboy for a white-owned liquor store who spoke fluent English and was also a black belt in judo. She was probably twenty or in her late teens when they married, opening a general goods store on Honolulu’s bustling King Street; she did the accounting and kept the store solvent. Over the next few years, Hawaii’s sovereignty was to fall in a coup d’etat followed by annexation to the United States; Kiyoko’s personal life was also upset when Komahei was arrested in 1896 for involvement in opium smuggling, caught up with the maverick Japanese missionary and coffee planter Hoshina Ken’ichiro.

As Hawaii became an ever more unfavorable environment for the Japanese, Kiyoko and Komahei picked up and went. First they returned to Japan, where they procured a large quantity of Japanese goods and headed for Cape Town in South Africa, arriving there in 1897 after a six-month journey via Hong Kong, Singapore, and Bombay.

They settled down to found the Mikado Shokai trading house. Although trouble seemed to follow them, with the Boer War breaking out in 1898, orders placed by the English military helped keep their new business afloat. They also served as brokers for the British Museum when it purchased East Asian antiques. Eventually they were employing over a dozen people, two thirds of them white. Kiyoko, almost the only Japanese woman in Africa [citation needed, sorry, I don’t know how to go about researching this] at this point in time, served as a big sister and mother to the young Japanese men working there, while taking an active part in running the store and traveling back and forth to Japan to procure goods.

By the age of forty, in 1915, she was homesick enough to settle in Japan for good. Komahei joined her permanently eight years later as British prejudice against the Japanese worsened; he built them a mansion in fashionable Hakone and continued to do business under the Mikado name, until the Great Kanto Earthquake killed him and his employees at work in Yokohama in September 1923. Kiyoko moved in with Komahei’s niece and her husband, who had worked with them in Cape Town, and adopted one of their children. Decorated by the government for her charitable donations (including the elementary school in Komahei’s home village as well as temples and shrines), she died in 1929 at the age of fifty-four.

Sources
https://www.ndl.go.jp/kaleido/e/entry/14/1.html (English) There are not a lot of sources which mention Kiyoko or even Komahei that I could find online; this touches only briefly on Komahei’s life but offers a lot of interesting background and does include a picture of both of them and Komahei’s niece Kimiko.
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I finally got back to this! Masterlist.

The chapter: Construction of Meaning: Picture Composition.

It was really interesting reading this as someone who has read lots of art theory for the purposes of being better at art, and picked up some more formal theory via vague osmosis from my artsy parents and their books, but not generally thought about composition very deeply from a media analysis angle.
Read more... )

Media and Power: Masterlist

Jan. 9th, 2026 05:07 pm
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Going through the free university mini-course Media and Power from the University of Iowa.
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New Worlds: Memento Mori

Jan. 9th, 2026 09:01 am
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You probably don't much like thinking about death. It's understandable: death is sad and scary, and few of us look forward to it coming for us or anybody we love. But believe it or not, reminders of death have not infrequently been baked in as a cultural practice -- in a couple of cases I'm going to discuss, literally baked!

There's a grim reason for this, which is that death was far more of a looming threat for historical people than it is for us. Obviously it's true now, as it was then, that everybody eventually dies; the difference is that the average person today can expect to enjoy decades of life first. But life expectancies in the past were much lower -- which is not the same thing as saying that most adults died by the age of thirty! The reason average life expectancy was so much lower is that the odds of surviving your first few years were horrifyingly low. Childhood diseases like the measles tended to kill almost half of all children born before they reached the age of ten.

Which means that nearly every family in existence, rich as well as poor, suffered the repeated grief of seeing life cut short before it really had a chance to start. Then, for those who made it to adulthood, men often had a meaningful chance of dying in war, and women faced the recurrent risk of dying in childbirth. On top of all that, there's the experience of death: people were more likely to die at home, rather than off in some hospital, and ordinary people had the task of caring for them in their final hours and preparing their bodies for funerary rites afterwards. They saw and touched and smelled the effects of death, in a way that most of us today do not.

One of the ways to cope with this is to look death squarely in the eye, rather than flinching away. The Latin phrase memento mori, an exhortation to remember that you must inevitably die, has come to signify all kinds of cultural traditions intended to remind people of the end. Our modern Halloween skeletons and ghosts used to have that function, even if few of us think of them that way anymore; let's take a look at some other approaches.

A few memento mori traditions are things you do rather than objects in your life. Buddhism, for example, has traditions of "foulness meditation," in which a person is encouraged to contemplate topics like disease and decay -- sometimes in cemeteries or the presence of corpses. After all, Buddhism tells us the nature of the world is impermanence, and what illustrates that more vividly than death? Islamic scriptures likewise exhort believers to think about death, and some Sufis make a habit of visiting graveyards for that purpose. I'm also reminded of a fictional practice, which I think might be based on something in the real world, though I can't place it: in Geraldine Harris' Seven Citadels quartet of novels, the Queen of Seld holds banquets in what will eventually be her tomb.

Speaking of banqueting, the Romans had a rich tradition of memento mori (as you might expect, given that we got the phrase from their language). In the early imperial period, it was fashionable to dine in rooms frescoed with images of skeletons and drink from cups decorated with skulls. The message, though, was far from Buddhism's reminder not to become attached to impermanent things: instead it was, as the poet Horace wrote in that same era, carpe diem. Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow you may die. These macabre decorations were meant to heighten the transient pleasures of life.

Other classical thinkers took it in a more Buddhist-style direction, though. Stoic philosophy is full of injunctions to curb the pleasures of life because you and all the people around you are mortal, and there are accounts which claim a Roman general celebrating a triumph was accompanied by someone reminding him that eventually he would die. We find the same sentiment echoed in the Icelandic Hávamál, with its "Cattle die, / kinsmen die, / all men are mortal" -- though that one goes on to praise the immortality of a good reputation.

Christian tradition leaned heavily into this for centuries, because of the theological emphasis on the dangers of sin and of dying unshriven. To have any hope of heaven, a Christian was supposed to live with one eye on the ever-present possibility of death, rather than assuming it must be far off and you'd see it coming, with time to prepare. Memento mori took every shape from tomb decorations (don't forget that many wealthy people were buried inside churches) to clocks (time is inexorably ticking away) to paintings (the genre known as vanitas emphasizes the vanity, i.e. worthlessness, of impermanent things) to jewelry. The devastation of the Black Death undoubtedly bolstered this tradition, as seen in the Danse Macabre artistic motif, where the Grim Reaper summons away people from all walks of life, kings and bishops alongside peasants.

I promised you baked goods, though, didn't I? Malta celebrates the Month of the Dead in November and commemorates the season with ghadam tal-mejtin, "dead men's bones," a type of cookie filled with sweet, spiced almond dough. And in Sweden, there was a nineteenth-century tradition of funerary confectionery, wrapped in paper printed with memento mori images -- though the candies were often meant to be saved instead of eaten, and some manufacturers bulked them out with substances like chalk to cut costs. You could break a tooth trying to bite into one.

We might even count death omens as a type of memento mori. Most of the ones I know about are European, and take forms ranging from spectral voices in the night to black dogs to a double of the person who's about to die -- with a certain amount of ambiguity around whether encountering such a thing causes you to die (perhaps with some way to avert it), or whether it's merely a signal that death is at hand. To these we might add plague omens, which I know of from both Slavic lands and Japan: people or creatures who appear to warn a town that an epidemic is about to sweep through. The Japanese ones usually promise that anyone who hangs up an image of the creature will be protected from disease, which is certainly helpful of them! (And yes, there was a resurgence in that tradition when the Covid-19 pandemic began.)

These days we are more likely to enjoy death imagery as an aesthetic rather than a philosophical practice. Our life expectancy is vastly higher -- in part because we're far more likely to survive childhood -- and thanks to modern medicine, even an ultimately fatal injury or illness stands a higher chance of giving us time to prepare for the end. But notwithstanding the fever dreams of some technophiles, we have yet to defeat death; immortality remains out of reach. Until that changes, mortality will remain an inescapable fact for every human born.

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Ok, so I have committed my first HR fic! A short, fluffy, h/c fic about Ilya and the white fleece jacket from the Sochi Olympics. So Fluffy.

Also a larger artwork combining a photoshoot pic, Ember and Ice and Heated Rivalry. I had a better ref for Shane, and am especially happy with how he came out. It's rated mature, NSFW. Diplomatic Relations.

It's an interesting fandom to be posting works in. In my older, quieter fandoms there's much more community engagement and more comments, with everyone aware the fandom's relatively small, these days, so more loyalty. In HR there's this frenzy of creation (nearly 7000 works so far), and fans hungrily soak up what's created with almost instant hits in the thousands, masses of kudos and bookmarks, and very few comments. Both types of fandom have their pros and cons. I'm just happy to be energised into writing more, and that energy rubs off (heh) onto my other main fandoms as well. What a time to be alive! (I realize seriously shitty things continue to happen elsewhere, but honestly, HR saved 2005 for me and many others, so I'm going to enjoy it.)

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I'm currently updating my Neocities art site again and found two artist webrings that I thought would be of interest:

Neocreatives Webring - this one has grown so big (500+ artists) that it now functions as a directory.

Adult Artist Webring - this is MUCH smaller but I'm glad those artists have found a way to connect on a new platform after being kicked out almost everywhere.

Editing because I found a new interesting link via this post by [personal profile] katzenfabrik:

The rise and fall of internet art communities.

Reading that article made me thankful we have this space here.

Rain rain

Jan. 9th, 2026 12:11 am
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Classic Chicago winter thunderstorms.

Jokes aside it just rained for six hours straight. I've hear stories of people clearing storm drains by hand--they're clogged with fall leaves because this is not usually something we have to worry about--to clear the six to ten inches of standing water in their streets. Usually it's -10°C around this time of year after the New Year Temperature Drop but today it was 12°C and all that snow we should have gotten was rain. I can still hear thunder in the distance. [instagram.com profile] sashagee and Laila got drenched walking back from gymnastics and that was hours ago and then it kept raining.

At one point lightning lit up the entire house brighter than the noonday sun, and then the crash of thunder didn't come for at least five seconds afterward. This is crazy for January in Chicago.

for obvious reasons

Jan. 8th, 2026 08:59 pm
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It is David Bowie's birthday, so I've been listening to Bowie today. But since yesterday I haven't been able to stop thinking of Phil Ochs's "I Kill Therefore I Am," especially these lines:

"Farewell to the gangsters
We don't need them anymore
We've got the police force
They're the ones who break the law
He's got a gun and he's a hater
He shoots first, he shoots later

I am the masculine American man
I kill therefore I am"

Last day off

Jan. 8th, 2026 10:43 pm
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I started talking about all the anxiety at the state of the world but it nearly sent me into a spiral so let me say what I AM thankful for this thursday.

1. chocolate covered strawberry mochas are back at my coffee shop. They are my favorite and I look forward to their Valentine's presence.

2. My well stocked library for as small as we are (now I can do the prompt for a book about a popstar that I didn't give a damn with a graphic novel about queen)

Have some community recs

[community profile] betaplease as it suggests, a beta community

[community profile] goals_on_dw set goals and get support on keeping them

[community profile] ushobwri writing centric. I belong to this one

[community profile] 12monthsofmurder If I wanted a new challenge community, why not one where I can kill a character over and over for a year?

[community profile] picture_prompt_fun I don't need another challenge. i don't need another challenge. I would love this.

3260. Snowflake #3: letter to fandom

Jan. 8th, 2026 11:31 pm
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Snowflake Challenge #3: Write a love letter to fandom. It might be to fandom in general, to a particular fandom, favourite character, anything at all.

As cheesy as it sounds, fandom is why I'm still here. Fandom is how I found my wife. Fandom is how I've survived some of the worst times in my life, from losing family to a drunk driver to trying to rebuild after getting walloped by Helene. So thank you, fandom. Thank you for being weird and wild and wonderful and openly queer even everything else is on screaming hellfire. Things are still wildly dystopian, but I'm doing what little I can to bring joy in spite of everything.

but it's all coming back in a way

Jan. 8th, 2026 10:58 pm
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MY SHOW! MY SHOW IS BACK!!! Ahem.

The Pitt: 7 am - 8 am
spoilers, mostly just incoherent squeeing )

My show is back! I AM EXCITE!!!

*

US Flight routes

Jan. 8th, 2026 11:27 pm
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Hello, everyone!

So, I'm writing a fic where a plane disappears in the US. As in, it drops from all radars for a few minutes and it's presumed down for a few hours. I need to know any plausible flight routes within the US from Boston where this could happen. Any stretches of land where a pilot could make an emergency landing and the plane still be presumed down for like an hour or three is good for me.

i am doing my best to be a helper

Jan. 9th, 2026 01:13 am
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Posted by Wil

Mister Rogers says that when terrible things happen, to look for the helpers.

This is so important to me, I have the tattoo.

Terrible things are happening. I’m upset. And I’m angry. And I’m so sad.

While I am looking for the helpers, I am also doing my best to be a helper.

I have to be honest: when a domestic terrorist organization, created and unleashed on us by our own government, are terrorizing, tear-gassing, kidnapping, and murdering with impunity, the way I help feels pretty pointless.

It feels woefully inadequate to me, but I entertain, I tell stories, I help you recover your hit points. It’s what I know how to do, and it’s what I do best. And I keep reminding myself that if I can make something that helps someone else create the space I have when I read a book or listen to an album, or whatever I’m doing to rest, then I have to do that. I can’t not do that. This is my purpose. I entertain, especially when it feels like entertaining is less important than something other people need entertainment to get a break from doing.

I want to be crystal clear: I am not comparing myself to anyone, or suggesting that what I do is equivalent, but we all do what we can, right? I’m doing my best, I think.

What I do right now, and what I hope to do until I retire, is tell you stories that help you create a bit of safe space to just … be … for a minute, a place where you can recover some hit points, while you listen. Today, I went to the studio, and told you a story that you will hear next week. I was so grateful to have a break of my own. I loved doing this story. It was so satisfying to focus on how I chose the narrator’s emotional point of view, to find my own narrative pace, to notice something in the narrative that I hadn’t, before. To feel that indescribable thing performers only feel in our bodies when we perform.

It was a privilege and a blessing, all made possible by authors who said yes, a team of people who believe in me, and so many people I will never meet, who trust me with their time and attention, week after week.

I am so grateful. I will continue to do my best.

As I was about to click publish, I noticed that there are 1000 new subscribers to my posts. Welcome. If you’d like to get my posts in your email, here’s the thing:

Drawing Challenge #75 - Romance

Jan. 9th, 2026 02:05 pm
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Deep pink banner with clusters of red and pink hearts and challenge text.


Challenge #75: Romance


It's been a heady, romantic holiday season for some of us in fandom, so the first theme of 2026 is ROMANCE! You can draw characters from a romance, or put characters from any fandom, or no fandom, into a romantic situation. Or you can draw and paint anything connected with romance, whatever that means to you - like an anniversary, gifts, or a romantic memory. Make it as schmaltzy as you like, or as tragic and angsty, and don't forget "enemies to lovers", and other romance tropes! ❤️

The challenge will run through February as well, to cover Valentine's Day.

A round-up post for submissions to this challenge will be done at the end of February.