The reasons that I haven't been posting in the last month are two: one is lovely and the other is hideous.  The lovely reason: Frank and Hana are here from Prague!  It's lovely having them in the house.  For a couple of weeks there actually I had a house of seven people.  I really liked it.  This is funny because I do not seek out the company of ( Read more... )

This week I have cooked.

I made, for last weekend, agua fresca de fresas y sandia (Mexican plain fruit punch with strawberries and watermelon, but also oranges and lemons). I also made some very nice sweet potato biscuits from the sweet potato puee I froze a while back. The rest of the meal was nice but nothing to write home about.

But! I also, later ( Read more... )

EDIT: I have lost NOTHING. Dropbox has a "previous versions" function and I can restore everything.  Tomorrow.  Now I am going to sleep ( Read more... )

The words I wrote this morning are probably compost.  And so is the long journal post about it that I just deleted.

So a hundred years ago little boys wore pink ("light red" -- the word "pink" usually meant a particular range of light red colors at the time) and little girls wore baby blue.  Though colors in general were less gendered, and you just did not see the monochromatic pallettes for small children you see now ( Read more... )

So, The Slash Pile Community is doing a little for-fun anthology with a "travel" theme, and I had this idea about a fellow passing through the city of Boem about a hundred years after the events in The Drummer Boy. It didn't go as planned. It's almost finished now, and it is way different from what I envisioned at first and it is also causing ( Read more... )

It only took me half an hour of fruitless reading in wikipedia and beyond to realize that the people who write about the history of clothes online have no idea what they're talking about and don't care ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wonder what the young duke Sasha even sees in Yanek, even though I made them both up. Sasha is such a shiny boy: he's always fluching and glowing and his eyes glitter from excitement or with imlied unshed tears of frustration or whatever emotion. And he's a good kid: he really tries to make Yanek's life better (though this siometimes ( Read more... )

today's thousand words will probably be pared down to five hundred or less later since the conversation between Sasha and Yanek leads away from the conflict instead of towards it like I planned ( Read more... )

I waited until Jo Walton came to San Francisco before I bought her book Among Others. Now I have a signed copy and I stayed in bed almost all day to read it.

People are right, you should totally read it.

I gather a lot of people say "that was me!" But it wasn't me, exactly, though I had many things in common with Morwenna. But it was surely a ( Read more... )