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Jul. 31st, 2025 11:39 pm
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Greetings, traveller! Welcome to Highly's House of the Peculiar. Public posts are mostly bookish: regular reading updates (What are You Reading Wednesdays, only I normally do them on weekends), book reviews, and other bits and pieces.

Fandom-adjacent, but not a Fandom Blog. Links to fannish discussions occasionally, but would probably rather not end up on a fandom meta roundup. Don't mind if fandom accounts follow me, but probably won't follow back for fic or shipping centred accounts.

My photoblog crossposts to [personal profile] speculumannorum, and I also occasionally repost or unlock photo and poetry posts here.

Access locked posts tend to be personal navel-gazing: I do grant access, but usually only if I've interacted with you a bit first.
highlyeccentric: Slightly modified sign: all unFUCKed items will be cleared by friday afternoon. FUCK you. (All unfucked items will be discarded. Fu)
I spent most of this past weekend hyperfocusing on little pixelated men (Age of Empires). I have also contemplated my family-ish medical-logistics. I have considered where I might fit within this. I must now contemplate my own, after seeing specialist 1 and finding out he can't do much until I've dealt with the domain of specialist 2.

I do not have solutions.

I do have this recommendation, which I have seen aggregate-classiified as both country and punk:



I saw, somewhere deep in the #proofofcat or #caturday feed on Bluesky, someone recommend this in response to a "look at my asshole cat who just waltzed back in after I've been putting up Lost Cat posters for days". The recommender was a friend of one of the band members, and apparently the song is about a prodigal cat.

I bought the whole album and am enjoying it.
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I don’t follow Jay Hulme. But I did see something a few years back about him scaling back online due to some kind of harassment.

Well, now the BBC’s religion editor has run a long story about it.

I also did my periodic check over Jay's social media, because while I do not follow because I might be an Anglican-watcher I don't need THAT much waxing lyrical about queer-affirming church in my regular feed, I do find some of his work and/or hot takes cool or interesting.

I particularly enjoyed A post with five years of photos of Leicester Cathedral renovations in progress. As well as being cool because Jay got access to, eg, the internal scaffolding, so there's at-level photos of the clerestory and close ups of some delightful grotesques, it involves this sentence:

And so, unable to resist, I reached out my arm, and in that dusty room, hidden away above the Cathedral, I touched Sir Ian McKellen’s left nipple.
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Recommendation: the first episode of the "Ill Concieved" podcast, which promises to be a podcast about natalism. Their first episode is Promise Keepers.

Note: I had a complex reaction to this content. The dominant one is actually a sort of relief in finding someone in 2025 of vaguely my demographic digging into this. I recognise Promise Keepers. I don't think I know anyone who went to a Promise Keepers rally (I'm not even sure if there WERE such rallies in Aus), but I definitely heard people talk about the Important Movement which Ill Concieved delightfully describe as "700,000 Dicks Out For Jesus".

However. I was a left-ish, liturgy-friendly Protestant growing up around charismatic and Pentecostal-leaning evangelicals. I dealt with this by Reading Up, particularly once I got academic library access and could search the keywords which my confirmation mentor had mentioned. Marion Maddox's "God Under Howard" is in my top five formative books, I reckon. I also read a fair bit of Karen Armstrong, which I realise is not the BEST one could read, but several points which were jarring to me in that episode come under the heading of "wait, Karen Armstrong can and does explain this, I'm open to other explanations but you're just saying it's Odd?".

Consequently, I ended up posting a mini-essay in skeets. I reproduce it here with corrected punctuation.




Recommendation: this.

Additional note: it’s a little weird to me, someone who dealt with growing up around charismatic evangelicals by researching as much on the history of both Pentecostalism and evangelical movements as I could get my teenage hands on, to hear @ junlper.beer repeatedly surprised about the multi-racial makeup of Promise Keepers. “Revival” style evangelical movements in the US have historic roots in African-American evangelical movements, and Pentecostalism in the US traces back to a Black revivalist preacher in early 20th c LA.

Pentecostalism didn’t get integrated into “mainline” evangelism until the 80s or so - many regarded them as indecorous, which no doubt had a lot to do with race. But folding Pentecostal practices and beliefs in with other charismatic evangelicals allowed the charismatic sectors of some of the major denominations to really strengthen their dominance over the evangelical cultural landscape.

Summary One: you thought the filioque dispute was difficult, you thought reformation predistination disputes were arcane, you try not to think about Arianism... I give you: subdivisions of charismatic and pentecostal protestantism )

Summary two: some Protestants will do literally anything to avoid endorsing sacramentalism, including... whatever the fuck happened with Pentecostalism.

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*Obligatory citation to Marion Maddox's "God Under Howard".
highlyeccentric: Divide by cucumber error: reinstall universe and reboot (Divide by cucumber)
Today's musical development is that courtesy of the world's least impressive dictactor parade, I have remembered that I actually like Credence Clearwater Revival. Figured out that the cassette tape we used to have in the car must have been Cosmo's Factory with a couple of tracks off Willy and the Poor Boys taped onto the end.

Instagram has been feeding me a trickle of interesting indie protest-song creators lately.

Consider Jesse Welles, who seems to be able to come up with a new political song within a day of every new twist the Trump administration disaster show. I do somewhat prefer his less "breaking news" work, for instance:



There's Malört & Savior, who have this rather catchy little track. Although what really strikes me is that they seem to be a fairly new band, and cerainly this was put out in the past month - but they SOUND like they walked straight out of 2009.



And there's Rain McMey, who has a few bangers going back a few years now, but this one delights me:



Podcasts, assorted recommendations:

  • The recent Bad Gays episode about Gavin Arthur was pretty fascinating.
  • I enjoy "Lions Led By Donkeys" frequently, and they had a thematically linked pair of interesting episodes recently: The Pastry War (also known as the first French Intervention in Mexico) and The War of the Oaken Bucket.
  • The most recent episode of Gender Reveal, with Alison Bechdel is great, generally, and has particularly interesting comments on the difference between memoir and fiction.
  • The Odd Lots podcast episode of last week, A Major American Egg Producer Just Lost 90% of its flock was fascinating. It's sort of a follow-up to Why are Eggs So Expensive of last year, which I also really appreciated (dangerous though: the cashier at my local service station convenience store wasn't expecting a mini-lecture on how long it takes to recover from a bird flu outbreak, or the impact which the fade-out of battery farms has). This time I was also particularly struck by the way Hickman talked about not being able to access vaccines - apparently the US exports vaccines to other countries who choose to vaccinate their laying flock, but US producers who WANT the vaccine can't get hands on it. He did not once mention the post-covid stakes in anti-vaccination policy, but you can kind of hear the outlines of it as he's talking. The other thing that was really clear is what an impact bird flu must have on the local economy - when Hickman's talking about the cost to the company of losing "institutional knowledge" and/or having to "hire back" the staff once the flock is re-established, that must mean that an outbreak means massive job losses.
  • The Behind the Bastards two-parter about Versailles was fascinating in its own right. I also, courtesy of a reminder somewhere in there that this is NOT a medieval system of administration, and courtesy of my own having figured out that the HSC modern history syllabus, which started "modernity" with the French revolution and absolutely did refer to the preceding regime as medieval, wasn't just lying-to-children, it was specifically drawing on the long duree, Marxist-leaning school of historical analysis - well put those two together and... oh, RIGHT. The reason the "palace complex" of Tamora Pierce's Tortall (or Mercedes Lackey's Valdemar) is so _bizarre_, economically speaking, is that their shared invisible template is _Versailles_. Combined with the 16th c English Chancery, certainly, and some influence from the Prussian War College.


  • Fiction:
  • I powered through Dimension 20's "Fantasy High: The Seven" and I loved it. Adorable! Now on to Fantasty High: Junior Year, which I am actually finding a little difficult as the early episodes have so much emphasis on how busy / under pressure everyone is. And the "your god is at risk of dying, you are her only believer, why aren't you evangelising for her?" storyline re Kristen is... uncomfortable. Maybe it's cathartic to Ally Beardsley, but it makes me feel squeamy.
  • Because I require MORE of Brennan Lee Mulligan in my ears, I found Worlds Beyond Number and am so far enjoying The Wizard, The Witch and the Wild One.
  • highlyeccentric: Demon's Covenant - Kitchen!fail - I saw you put rice in the toaster (Demon's Covenant - kitchen!fail)
    Last Sunday I had lamb, but had to go get more ingredients before I could make Nagi's slow-roasted middle eastern lamb shoulder. I ended up running too late to make it in a slow-cooker, and still short a few items, so I had-hocked it a few ways. The leftovers turned out amazing though, kept going all week.

    Spiced Lamb Shoulder )

    Nagi serves hers with lemon herb couscous. I (being gluten-intolerant) recommend basmati rice, cooked with at least half the liquid being stock. You may wish to add sultanas to the rice.

    Recommended toppings:

    Yoghurt sauce )

    Ful Medames )

    Serve: Lamb on a bed of rice, with roast vegetables and the two dip/sauces.

    Leftovers 1: Same thing, minus the yoghurt if you're taking it to work to reheat. If carrying it in a container to reheat, do include an orange wedge, and a dash of extra water, to infuse with the rice.

    Leftovers 2: Ful Medames on celery sticks, as a component of Girl Dinner / Picky Tea.

    Leftovers 3:

    Lamb and Feta Pizza )

    Leftovers 3b: Leftover pizza.

    Leftovers 4, which I made at the same time as the pizza:

    Spiced vegetable and bean soup )

    Leftovers 4b: soup. Mix yoghurt sauce through if you're taking it in a container to work.

    Leftovers 5: Wraps/soft tacos/thingy with fuul medames and lamb. If you have leftover mushroom / zucchini from the pizza, toss that in here. Add avocado if you have any.

    Leftovers 6: at this point just "uses for ful medames", but ful medames mixed with Jack M's banana chili ketchup makes a good spread base for breakfast burrito.

    This has been: a week of lamb and things that go with lamb.
    highlyeccentric: Vintage photo: a row of naked women doing calisthenics (Onwards in nudity!)
    Upon my rolling to-do list is laid the burden of "listening post", and due to my inconsistency in the past Quite Some Time, my meta-thoughts will accept any contribution.

    Therefore, please consider: my new favourite song:



    Now, be it noted that when I first saw the album title "Land Shanties" I was not endeared, I was annoyed, not even first because I know the difference between a true shanty and a capstan shanty/sea song/etc. I am in fact QUITE liberal about that, including enthusiasm for, eg, music-hall songs which may or may not have transitioned to sea-songs, as in Shores of Botany Bay / Good Ship Ragamuffin, the total illegitimacy of which can be confirmed by the fact that it has two names and each name has a better-known song with the same name and neither of those is a shanty.

    No, friends: I am ENTHUSED by non-shanties. But I was suspicious of "land shanties" in a significant part because I know of so many shearing, droving, etc songs which are either *actually work songs* closely related to the narrowest definition of shanty, or ballad-type songs with a high overlap.

    GOOD NEWS: I was wrong!

    "The Lady of the Map" is a banger and expresses my feelings toward GPS entirely.

    ALSO it turns out that if you give me music venue speakers such that I can't keep track of what /I/ sound like, I... have chest voice. Do I think I'm in tune? No, but we're talking about FAMILIAR arrangements. Surround me such that I cannot hear myself and suddenly I have a chest voice I haven't heard since 2022 - AND if the band are in front of me I can identify exactly who I think I'm following (badly, perhaps, but nevertheless).

    ME: HOLY SHIT I'M NOT A TENOR

    My Second Thoughts: Well no fucking shit. We SAW Great Big Sea in 2012 and we HAD this realisation. You're no Sean McCann.

    My quibbles: but... I feel like the reason I remember dwelling on Sean or Alan is that I couldn't keep up with EITHER of them when they were showing off their tenor range, and also sometimes when Alan led I knew I ought to follow Sean...

    Exactly one concert of data, different band: ... oho. JD has an amazing range (his party trick appears to be shifting down an octave, whereupon Andy will have the vapours). But there are times where Robin (madcap mid-range vocalist, why yes I have a type) is leading but I instinctively gravitate to the higher support line. But as per my second thoughts I... believe I am gravitating to the lower support line, now. I previously had difficulty distingishing Alan Doyle and Sean McCann: with that knowledge, I can confirm that I have NOT had difficulty distinguishing JD and Robin; that difficulty is now all on the lower end of the range.

    Refer back to: my interest in bluegrass harmonics. It is possible that Hanging Out With Choirs has kind of skewed me here.

    However what is most discombobulatingly imporant is: I ... have chest range. Can I use it? not really. Is it in tune? Definitely not. Did I sing along and have the _felt_ experience of at LEAST getting back the chest range I lost, maybe more? Oh hell yes I did.

    I have MANY musical thoughts (see above) but I suspect that the thing to actually do is to sing "drunken sailor" a lot, and look for youtube arrangement instructions for drunken sailor, etc.

    There is a whole other story about well-intentioned lavatory signage gone wrong, in this case, overlaid over actually shockingly IDEAL actual toilet layout. Whole other update about that later.
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    Apparently I haven't made one of these since mid-2024. I remember getting wildly overwhelmed by not being able to keep track of what podcast episodes I've particularly enjoyed. I can't easily just save a pinboard pin from apple podcasts, the way I save links from my phone browser. For a while I was trying to cross-post to Twitter, then Mastodon, and now I try to remember to use highly-reckons at bluesky.

    Whatever, I clearly can't catch up now, so let's look at some recent listening.

    Music:

    Apparently, this is about Bob Hawke. It is telling that I had to look this up, as it could describe any number of Australian politicians before and after Redgum's day:



    On the subject of blokey music, would you like a song that sounds like 90s queer-ish britpop is being belted in a scrappy Aussie pub, only it's extremely queer?



    Podcasts, Fictional: Lately I have been watching Dimension 20: Fantasy High (eg, today, I sat on the parental couch and painstakingly sewed a trouser-hem, grumpily used resistance bands, and got through 3 episodes of the sophomore year series). At the end of the freshman series I had WITHDRAWALS and yet had too many chores to do that couldn't be done in front of a TV.

    Enter, Worlds Beyond Number, a high fantasy RP adventure DMed by Brennan Lee Mulligan. The tone is very different - there is a little leavening humour, and I wouldn't say it's DARK per se, but it's not a comedy. Something it carries off very well is that the DM and players had conducted a campaign zero, prior to starting the main campaign - so they know backstory that the audience doesn't. This feels very different to the DM knowing things that neither the players nor the audience know - it feels less like "fly on the wall watching your parasocial pals play DND" and closer to an audiodrama, I guess, while still having the the narration and choice-reaction-improv aspects.

    Podcasts, informative:

    I really enjoyed Margaret Killjoy's Cool People Who Did Cool Stuff two-parter A madhouse against the Nazis.

    The first episode, which is the one I've linked, actually looks at Françoise Tosquelle's life in and flight from Catalonia, and his early innovations in the field of psychiatry during the Spanish Civil War. Tosquelles was with the POUM, the same anti-stalinist anti-fascist group George Orwell volunteered with, in anarchist-controlled parts of Catalonia. The history of shellshock>PTSD as I know it (and I've been reading up a bit lately), filtered through mainly UK/US histories of both war and medicine, doesn't talk about much between WWI and WWII. But out there in Catalonia, Tosquelles was working out that his traumatised soldiers needed to stay in community, in or near their homes and/or the communities who had been housing them as volunteers.

    So Tosquelles set about setting up psychiatric hospitals close to the front. Local monastic institutions worked with him, providing the physical infrastructure and some staff. But where would he get nurses? Insead of sending for medically trained nurses from the cities or appealing to the red cross, he looked to the local area, and enlisted other professionals to do shifts as psych nurses (in this context, doing jobs that would be later specialised to social work or occupational therapy). Apparently lawyers were common (keen to support, not usually keen soldiers), as were artists, writers, teachers and... sex workers. You see, anarchist Spanish regions had usually legalised sex work and set up worker-owned brothels. The soliders were already their client base. So Tosquelles went around looking for women who wanted a second job: they couldn't see the same clients in both roles, but one imagines they already had a good understanding of the psychological fragility of the war-traumatised soldier.

    By the end of episode one, Margaret has followed Tosquelles over the Pyrennes and into a refugee camp in France, where he promptly sets up a makeshift psychiatric unit under dire conditions, before eventually being sought out and transferred to work - not initially as doctor, oh no, just a nursing assistant - at a nearby asylum. The second episode follows the asylum's radical transformation during the Vichy regime (with no ration cards for mental patients, the patients, staff and doctors began to work together to pool resources, trade labour on local farms for produce, get locals to teach foraging classes - and meanwhile radically restructure the heirarchy of the institution), with the spectacular highlight in Margaret's eyes being their work (colletively agreed upon by all at the hospital) housing and even running guns for the resistance.

    I really enjoy Margaret Killjoy's take on this, as I have some of her other health-focused work. There are a number of reasons for this, but one of them I think is that as a trans woman she's both acutely critical of pathologising institutions, but also... hardly anti-treatment, anti-medication, etc. (The other axis, and this isn't true of all anarchists any more than it is of all trans women, that I think I particularly appreciate is a streak I'm starting to see in the anarchist-leaning podcasts I follow, where the commitment to something radically better, no better than that or that or anything else on offer, seems to come with an openness to positives that aren't Total Movement Success / Total Revolution.)

    At any rate, I trundled off to do some further reading afterwards. This essay by Ben Platts-Mills was clearly one of Margaret's key sources. This interview between Platts-Mills, Camille Robcis (a scholar of the psychiatric movement which arose out of St Albans after the war), and Martine Deyres, who had made a docummentary about St Albans, is also worth a read - I particularly appreciated Martine Deyres' comments about how St Albans was, yes, physically and politically isolated during the Vichy regime (allowing its survival), but that the psychiatric community and the leftist-communist community was very well networked, even during the war. One of the key resistance fighers who was there during the war - his grandfather had been a previous director at St Albans, and as a communist in the 30s, this chap had known of Tosquelles' work in Catalonia.

    Finally, Margaret describes herself as a "simple girl" and not a theory-head, but she does a good job of breaking down the wild inter-group tensions, and paradigm-shifting historical differences, between and across far left history. She says she ended up reading more about Tosquelles in the context of Theory than she wanted (I'm guessing because Camille Robcis is really the only anglophone scholar to have touched on him), but there were questions *I* had that she put aside, and some basic Theorist Facts I didn't know (like Franz Fanon's career trajectory). I found this article on the APA blog a great supplement there.

    In fact I shall leave with a blockquote from that post (Gregory Evan Doukas, 2023):

    Institutional psychotherapy also attended to the ways that institutions not only are shaped by but shape human action. Many make the error of associating institutions intrinsically with coercion; institutional psychotherapy took seriously the capacity of institutions to instead empower. The institutional psychotherapy advocated by Tosquelles also differed from anti-psychiatrists who rejected all neurological bases for mental illness. Evidence of this is that they often prescribed medication. Following Lacan, who Fanon argued in his medical dissertation was correct when asserting that “madness is a pathology of freedom,” the Saint-Alban school argued that the goal of therapy was freedom. This meant that the job of the psychiatrist was to reinstitute the social in the human personality. For Hermann Simon, an important influence on Tosquelles, this necessitated a “more active therapy,” one which took advantage of the organization of the hospital, the land it was on, and the patients’ families and social networks (22). It required revolutionizing the hospital staff and breaking down both physical and logistical barriers, de-carceralizing the institution. The nurses were asked to take off their uniforms and dress indistinguishably from the patients. “Walls” separating the administrative and medical divisions of the hospital were torn down; everyone who worked there, including the patients, began to take responsibility for running the institution and playing an active role in the healing process.
    highlyeccentric: Joie du livre - young girl with book (Joie du livre)
    Apparently, I have not made one of these posts since June least year. I don’t know how 10 months have passed, I feel like I only recently finished The Woman In White.

    I spent a lot of yesterday reading about 1970s far-left Japanese insurgent groups. I had no idea they even existed )

    Currently Reading:
    Fiction
  • Gregory McGuire, Wicked. Someone told me that this book was “not as good” as the musical, and I’ve definitely heard people say it’s Worse In The Queer Way. I am baffled. The ableism as applies to Nessa Rose is still there, but honestly, far less simplistic.
  • Edmund White, The Beautiful Room Is Empty. The front cover of this second-hand copy fell off shortly after I got it, and then the book (I’d guess 90s paperback?) fell behind the bed and the back cover has taken some weird damp damage as well. I have a new copy on the way, because… well, because.

  • Non-Fiction
  • Will Tosh, Straight Acting: The Many Queer Lives of William Shakespeare, in fits and starts
  • Richard Firth Green, A Crisis of Truth. I’ve had the USyd copy out for nearly a year now, revisiting (in fits and starts) legal details I did not particularly care about or didn’t internalise at any point 2008-2022, but the vague memories of which impede and frustrate my encounters with modern legal history. I have tried, on and off, since at least 2011, to buy a second-hand copy, and it has never been worth the $50 AUD + shipping given I had access to university copies. But I found a NEW copy for $40-ish dollars and domestic shipping, from an Aus/NZ online-only bookstore. I think it might be print-on-demand? Everything looks exactly the same (cover, pagination, publication details page) except for the tiny note on the final verso which, instead of “printed in the united states”, has the details of “Ingram Content Group Australia”.


  • And part-read on the backburner: (selected)
  • Bruce Pascoe, Dark Emu
  • Bessel Van der Kolk, The Body Keeps the Score
  • Hannah Fry, The Indisputable Existence of Santa Claus. Fun Christmas-themed maths/logic exercises.
  • and, for some reason, Enid Blyton More Adventures on Willow Tree Farm. I ploughed through both Cherry Tree and Willow Tree farms in audiobook then stalled out on this one. Unsure if its not for me or if I just lost whatever “inner seven year old is running the show” mood I was in; unsure whether to abandon it or file it for a future mood.


  • Recently Read:

    The Secret Barrister: Stories of the Law and How It's BrokenThe Secret Barrister: Stories of the Law and How It's Broken by The Secret Barrister

    My rating: 5 of 5 stars


    This was fascinating, and written with remarkable humour and wit for what is actually angry and depressing material.

    Also I learned how the Magistrates Court works in the UK and who presides over them, and I am ... wow. What IS really striking is that the Secret Barrister doesn't seem to be aware that it's not just the Americans who don't do the "lay magistrate" thing - down here in Aus we started with those, thanks to colonialism, and decided to get rid of them!

    Conversely, the Secret Barrister also doesn't seem to be aware of the aspects of the UK (/Eng-Wales) system which closely related jurisdictions in fact envy! "The UK has much greater availability of legal aid" is something I've heard plenty of commentators upon how NSW works remark upon.


    Restless Dolly MaunderRestless Dolly Maunder by Kate Grenville

    My rating: 5 of 5 stars


    I wonder what it says about me that read The Secret River, and came away with a fascination with the history of the Hawkesbuy but no real desire to keep reading Kate Grenville until this came across my path. And I loved it, and admired it much, much more than the literary-lush narrative style she wins awards for.

    This is sparse - clearly fiction, in the way it invents incidents and individual conversations and scenes for a woman whom Grenville did not know well while she was alive - but sparse, hewing close to the documented outline of her grandmother's life. At times I could actually identify the context-providing sources that she would have needed to cite, if this was a biography.

    And Dolly Maunder is such a well-drawn character, while growing progressively less and less likeable as she gets older. I liked the *book* more and more the less likeable she became. The points where the narrative dwelt sympathetically on her - when, for instance, she thinks over how she and her husband have been compatible and successful business partners despite their loveless marriage, she's still not a person that *I* would like (or who would like me, at all).

    It's also striking - given I then went on to read "One Life", which was written earlier than this one - how *unlikeable* Grenville's mother appears in this book, too. One sympathises with her, bounced from school to school and town to town and too aware that her mother does not love her: but it's hard to like her. In "One Life", she is likeable and Dolly is not; in "Restless Dolly Maunder" it's hard to like either of them, but one is invited to sympathise with Dolly's awareness of her own inability to bond with her daughter as much as with the daughter.



    One Life: My Mother's StoryOne Life: My Mother's Story by Kate Grenville

    My rating: 4 of 5 stars


    Should this be shelved with fiction or biography? Restless Dolly Maunder is clearly fiction, but there has been fictionalising here, too - the scripting of scenes and conversations, at minimum.

    The life of Isabella/Nance, who trained as a pharmacist in the years of the Great Depression - one of the few jobs, her mother was told, where a woman could keep working after marriage or even children (although, in Nance's several attempts to set up her own business, to support her family while her husband first pursued radical politics then the law, it became clear that being legally able to own and run a business did not overcome the practical barriers) - is in many ways more interesting to me than that of Dolly, but I believe I preferred Dolly's novel to this, perhaps because Restless Dolly Maunder stood just a little further over the fiction line.




    I Can't Remember The Title But The Cover Is BlueI Can't Remember The Title But The Cover Is Blue by Elias Greig

    My rating: 5 of 5 stars


    This was extremely funny - little dialogue style "Me: ... Customer [Characteristic]: ..." scenes, brought to life by excellent caricatures.




    CheckersCheckers by John Marsden

    My rating: 4 of 5 stars


    Found this in a box at home. I never ended up with a copy of So Much To Tell You but I had this.

    Honestly not his greatest work - although good work on realistially and empathetically characterising an assortment of kids in inpatient psych. I'd completely forgotten there was a gay character here.

    What brings it up from 3 starts to 4 is the sheer audacity of writing a Teenagers In Psych Ward novel which is also a mystery/thriller about, of all the fucking things, _insider trading_. It works though!



    Backdated: The next bunch of books in my record after Detransition Baby and Stephanie Alexander’s Home are a bunch of Chaucer and/or 18th c texts, and then an eight-book re-read of Tamora Pierce’s Song of the Lioness series and then Protector of the Small. This was, as you might guess, deep in the “this egg is now scrambled” phase. I… have a few actually load-bearing thoughts on Alana, which I ought to write up one day (in conversation with PTerry, and probably also Silence and also Butler and also fucking Pierre Bourdieu).

    But I will also say that something which I struggle with - I remember turning this over and over in my head in my late teens and early twenties - is that… not only am I not like Alana, it’s a total toss-up whether Alana would like me. Kel, on the other hand? It’s pretty clear I have little in common with Kel, and I doubt she’d think I was ideal company - but I remember thinking somewhere in my late teens or early twenties “but I am, or I think I should be, someone Kel would respect”, which is a wholly different question.

    Some short fiction, read at some point
  • Cislyn Smith, Tides that Bind, which is about Scylla and Charibdys.
  • Abra Staffin-Wiebe, Becks Pest Control and the Case of the Drag Show Downer. This was published in 2022, back when drag + kids was Topical, scary, but still more of a harbinger than the “just one part of all the Doom” situation we have now.
  • Michelle Lyn King, One-Hundred Percent Humidity, which Electric Lit pubished with the compelling tagline “The only thing more humiliating than virginity is sex”.
  • Guan Un, Re: Your Stone , in which Sisyphus encountered corporate email.


  • Recently Added To My To-Read List:
    Fiction:
  • Leanna Renee Hieber, Strangely Beautiful, which looks like a fun lil steampunk adventure
  • Victor Heringer, trans James Young, The Love of Singular Men. If I’m on a gay lit dive, I definitely don’t read enough in translation, and this looks like my kind of thing.
  • Steve MinOn, First name, second name. Aus lit, Chinese myth/cosmology and immigrant intergenerational heritage, queer author, porous boundary between fiction and autobiography. Seems like fun to me.

  • Non-fiction
  • Moudhy Al-Rashid, Between Two Rivers: Ancient Mesopotamia and the Birth of History
  • Billy-Ray Belcourt, A history of my brief body
  • Esther Cuenca Liberman, The making of urban customary law in medieval Europe
  • highlyeccentric: Divide by cucumber error: reinstall universe and reboot (Divide by cucumber)
    Let us talk about the training I am supposed to deliver, as one of many deliver-ers.

    Context: we have one (1) new person started today. He has a full caseload as of 1 May; while I was on leave, Boss G re-allocated some April work from Various Of Us to New Person. I think he has avout 2 weeks before his "deadline 2: file scanned for decision-makers" points start hitting (and deadline 1: notices of listing has already been done).

    1-2 weeks before I went on leave, Boss G sourced from the team a) volunteers to cover a list of induction topics she had come up with, to match her developing Procedural Guides and b) any further suggestions.

    I volunteered for "adjournments". I was aiming to avoid the "core essentials", since I had not exelled with those myself, but adjournments? I have made several "find out the hard way" errors.

    Colleague L then raised "hmm, this list doesn't include evidence gathering".
    Me: Agreed, although it could fit in with one of the existing topics. I also note there isn't a slot for "late papers / file management after scanning", I can cover that".

    I MEANT: I think this topic would mesh well with "adjournments".

    I GOT: slotted for "file managemnt and late papers", tomorrow, and "adjournments" on Thursday. I agreed, although I was a bit "hrmm": "file management" is slotted after "allocations / The Spreadhseet" and before "notices of listing", which sort of makes sense but "late papers' does NOT make sense before Notices of Listing", and frankly I would have assigned "evidence gathering" to one or other of those not grouped with late papers.

    I considered: how can I make this chain? I will find out what M is doing for "allocations / the Spreadsheet" and try to orient my session around "so, let's build on that".

    THEN TODAY: I realised that I am booked in to WFH on Thursday, the day I am supposed to explain Adjournments. But while I was away, a file turned up on my desk, re-allocated, in pristine "weird, a new adjourned matter" state, notices due out Thursday. I sent a TEAMS mtg invite with short agenda and note that I would leave an Example File on New Person's desk on Wednesday evening and he could look at the hard copy while walking through What one Does with it.
    THEN NEXT: I explained this to Boss, who was like... "or you could move it to Friday morning? There's time".
    ME: Uh... hrmm... I'll ask him what he'd rather.

    ALSO TODAY: I found out that Boss had reallocated two of my files to New Person (good, that makes space for the unexpected adjourned-reallocated file). One of those has actually been administratively relisted, and I could quickly send "notice to vacate and relist" BUT it was one where I hadn't been able to contact the care facility and send them a direct notice. I am INSTRUCTED to tell/show him what to do about this file.

    HOORAY, CLEAR GOALS:
    First: Colleague M will show New Person what the macro-level planning looks like for "here are all your files".
    Next: I will
    - familiarise New Person with The Files (PREFERABLY NOT BY LECTURING HIM)
    - give New Person an explicit task, ie, "send a notice of listing to this care facility"
    THEN: R, who was my induction buddy, will walk him through how to send notices of listing (from scratch)

    That leaves, of the things I was supposed to cover tomorrow:
    - essential evidence seeking (which either M or R might cover anyway)
    - Standard Late Papers (ie, what happens when your essential evidence comes in less than 7 days from hearing)
    - Exciting/Alarming Late Papers (easily covered under Adjournments)

    ERGO:

    1. I talk to Boss G tomorrow morning and suggest that instead of asking New Person if he would prefer "TEAMS on Thursday or in person on Friday" I ask him if he would prefer "this week, or deferred to around about when your first file-due-out-for-scanning deadline is" for our second meeting.
    1.a. I try to raise this in a way which exhibits my Pedagogical Wisdom but also defers to Boss G's known "good at induction and training" reputation. If I do have to, or choose to, go back to ESL teaching, I'll probably want Boss G as a referee.

    2. Were I drawing up a CELTA-standard lesson plan for tomorrow it would go like this:

    - Hello, my name is Edmund, and I talk too much

    - The Learning Goals this lesson are: "I know what is in a file" and "I have at least one clear task for the file(s) I have inherited from Ed"

    3. After providing a somewhat more normal human version of the above, I reckon I will
    a) note that he has worked for NCAT before: so he knows SOMETHING about case management and files. I not only talk too much but wish to KNOW many things. Ergo: have a look at these files, tell me what you understand from them / how they seem different / what questions you have.
    b) actively get up and walk away to make tea - offering him a choice from my selection of Office Tea / Coffee Bags

    My thought is that item a) re-directs my Explaining Instinct toward what New Person actually knows; and item b) prevents me looming, while providing slightly more scaffolding than just leaving him alone at his desk to read his assigned files might.

    4. I return and
    - we discuss comparative file structure
    - one file I printed and loosely tucked in several "generic correspondance" emails not sent to the members: see if he knows where they belong; if not, explain; thence foreshadow conversations he may have with the stakeholders based on those emails
    - I verrry lightly run over the "types of evidence and what if they're late" questions
    - Zero in on "this case: I sent the vacate-and-relist notices, but I haven't called the care facility" - his one specific task is, subsequent to colleague R's "notices of listing" training (or in it!), to call the care facility and get contact info and then send them the notice

    5. When shall we two meet again: would he prefer this week? Or would he prefer to postpone "adjournments" and "more details on late papers" to just before or just after his first "file out to scan" deadline?
    5a. Noting that if he would like me to shadow/hover/etc while he does the Call The Care Facility step, I can do that!

    WAIT: None of Boss G's advance plans involve the telephone splitter. The telephone splitter was actually an excellent part of the induction I recieved. Raise this also with Boss G.

    I appear to have drafted this but not posted it. This was drafted evening of 31 March, NSW time. SOME THOUGHTS and SEVERAL OUTCOMES have happened since. Please stand by.
    highlyeccentric: Manly cooking: Bradley James wielding a stick-mixer (Manly cooking)
    Everything else: better for having time off, I guess, but I'm spending the time off going SPLAT rather than... doing.... things.

    Except cookery.

    Things I have cooked since last I reported on my cookery:

    - a sort of baked medley thing: roasted chicken quarters (seasoned with powdered garlic, sumac, oil), diced butternut (par cooked in the microwave then seasoned with the same minus the sumac and plus pepper and roasted), broccolini (added to pumpkin, tossed with more of the second season/dressing, roasted more). Once coooked, shred the chicken, toss everything, add pomegranate seeds and feta cheese.

    - pomegranate jam, which is actually mostly apple jam: around 500g total composed of apple (including skin, but crack open the core and reserve the seeds), pomegranate seeds, juice of one small lime; 500 g of jam sugar (ie reinforced with pectin already - the skin & reserved seeds SHOULD do the job but I like to be sure); and in a tea infuser, the reserved apple seeds and the skin/flesh/seeds of the small lime. First blitz the apple/pomegranate combo, then add it to the lime juice and sugar in a saucepan. Add the tea infuser. Proceed with Making Jam. This will make you 3-400mls of jam, starting from two medium-small pomegranates. If you have more pomegranates, scale up according to the usual 1:1 fruit to sugar ratio.
    highlyeccentric: Manly cooking: Bradley James wielding a stick-mixer (Manly cooking)
    I pulled some paneer out of the back of my shelf in the fridge, and the hermetically sealed packet had expanded with mystery gases. That was clearly no longer food. Faced with a choice between Palak Aloo, Palak Feta and Palak Halloumi, I chose the latter.

    And it was pretty great, actually. Definitely better than Pallak Feta, more satisfying than Palak Aloo, and, I reckon, better than BAD Palak Paneer. (Probably because of the salt quotient in halloumi.)

    And unlike pretty much every other halloumi dish I cook, the cheese was fine when reheated! Amazing discovery.

    (I also adulterated it by adding a can of cannellini beans, and about a cup of pre-cooked brown lentils. We might be talking about spinach-and-pulses tomato-based stew with curry spices and halloumi at this point. But it was pretty great, so... No regrets.)
    highlyeccentric: Sign on Little Queen St - One Way both directions (Default)

    I neither attended the funeral nor picked up Mum yesterday, but I did drive in to town to see her. I ended up going in later than I had planned because I needed to psych myself up to it (and eat lunch). You see, in this case, driving somewhere familiar was worse than driving somewhere new, because: “My fraught relationship with Roads )

    And so it came to pass, and driving was not scary, etc.

    Which brings us to: Pride

    I left the hospital desiring to get my glasses fixed & make it home before Dad and co got back. Mum assured me they would feed themselves en route but I had said I’d have something easy to cook.

    Destination: Jesmond. A suburb I have been to only a couple of times & I’ve certainly never driven to the shops there.

    Problem: there’s no mobile reception in the hospital basement car park with which to prime Google maps.

    Achievement: I successfully drove myself there using only road signage and my sense of direction! I strutted into Jesmond shops feeling like king of - well, not the world, just king of a small patch of Known Geography.

    And then: Matters cascade

    The vyvanse drained out of my brain like power from an iPhone battery in 0 degree weather. I wandered, increasingly stupid, around Jesmond looking for Specsavers. I decided to grocery shop there, so that I could buy a Coke & consume emergency dex.

    And then! The city ganged up on me, starting with the fact that I had parked in the weirdest parking spot in Jesmond and to get out had to reverse UP the lane and then do a reverse six point turn under the amused gaze of the auto detailing guy. Then… I have complaints. Urban planning is my enemy )

    And that is how I took a twilight tour of the suburb of Shortland, and ended up home a full hour later than the relatives who had traveled twice as far.

    If you consider this screenshot map, reconstructing where I had proudly navigated myself to by memory, my prospective routes out of town (blue) and where I ended up (yellow), you will see that, in fact…

    Pride goeth before Wallsend

    highlyeccentric: road sign: car eaten by monster (pic#320259)
    On the one hand, I bumped into my housemate's family when I was wearing only a towel.

    On the other hand: since the time in undergrad when I narrowly dodged out of the way and avoided meeting Gough Whitlam in a towel (I was in the towel. Gough Whitlam was in a wheelchair), it's hard to feel embarrassment about these things.
    highlyeccentric: (Sydney Bridge)
    1. Person, definitely queer, of potentially any or all genders, on the street in Ashfield. They were wearing pink leggings, and, over them, a mid-length handkerchief skirt made of patched-together butt panels of jeans (each with pocket intact - the panels were the seat surrounding the pocket). When I said unto them "Great skirt!", they joyfully lifted their top to show me the waistband and crowed, "I started TAFE today at 11 instead of 9, so I made this". Then they said "Thank you, darling," and, upon consideration, "I love your hair". I had just had my hair freshly cut short, and suspect that they were seeking to Note My Masculinity as a course-correct from the "darling", but perhaps they did specifically like my hair.

    2. Person with glorious hair and admirable relaxed fashion sense - long cardigans and docs feature heavily - seen several times on a bus, and once engaged in enthusiastic conversation.

    3. Bearded man in what was probably a Threadless shirt, at a council consultative meeting. He was rather annoyed with the general tone of "we love how diverse the Inner West is", because, as he rightly points out, the Inner West is LESS diverse than it used to be, because everyone has been priced out. I bounced over and introduced myself, "Hi, you're my new friend!", and we enthusiastically griped about the horrors of renting in the Inner West.

    4. Tuxedo cat in a baby blue collar, in the pub.

    5. The first member of the Shooters and Fishers I have had reason to respect, namely, person driving a dusty four-wheel-drive down Park Street in the CBD, their party-sticker-bearing vehicle at least a decade old, and looking modest and practical compared to the city-shiny yank tanks in the adjacent lanes.

    Also, these guys:

    a large stuffed unicorn in a t-shirt sits alone at a tall table on the sidewalk outside a bar

    a bronze hog, rampant, outside the Sydney Hospital
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    [personal profile] archive posted: Sydney Metro: Rodd Staples on when he feared the worst for new harbour rail tunnels

    “What came with that was as we tunnelled under the harbour, every metre we were worried about water ingress into the tunnel,” Staples says. “Most of the tunnelling that’s done in Sydney is like carving a hole out of Swiss cheese whereas going through the harbour is more like tunnelling through yoghurt.”

    highlyeccentric: Manuscript illumination - courtiers throwing snowballs (medieval - everybody snowball)
    While professionally Hurring Up And Waiting, I have been reading my way through Richard Firth Green's A Crisis of Truth: Literature and Law in Ricardian England, a book I could have sworn I had read at least three times. But clearly I had skimmed the nitty-gritty of the first few chapters on "folklaw" and legal change in the high Middle Ages. Today, I learned about the last time a civil case in England was tried by combat.

    It was, by all accounts, a bit of an odd occasion: Geoffrey Le Scrope, Chief Justice of the King's Bench, sat in Northhampton at an Eyre Court in 1320 (systematic Eyres had not been held some decades). The proceedings were between one Thomas Staunton and the Cluniac priory of Lenton over some sort of rights re a parish church. Staunton had summonsed the prior by writ, and each had appointed a champion (both named William).

    Firth Green points out that the amount of detail in the record suggests that someone, or everyone, knew this was an old practice that might never be seen again. First up, before the champions even arrived, someone brought to Scrope's attention that traditionally, two oaths had been sworn: one at the bar and one at the fild of combat; some procedural discussion was had about whether that meant that one champion swore at the bar and one outside? Scrope eventually decided on uniformity.

    The two Williams arrived, with attendants bearing symbolic items. The prior's champion, one hand on the bible and the other holding the other William by the hand, swore on oath that the priory had the rights to the church. Staunton's champion then reversed the pose and swore on oath that the prior's William had perjured himself vis a vis the church.

    Scrope then appealed to the parties to compromise; and urged the two Williams to, if either of them should find himself in a position to kill the other, not to do so if the other William's master would intervene. Having second thoughts, perhaps, about this form of justice-seeking.

    Nevertheless, the two Williams were escorted outside to make a second oath, which would have been to the effect of "I, William, have done nothing sinful lately, so if I lose it's not because God hates me, this is all a judgment of my master's rights or wrongs." However, Thomas Staunton lost his nerve, and offered to give up his claim to the church if the priory covered the court costs (a familiar situation, I'm sure, to many a civil lawyer).

    At this point, you'd think Scrope would be relieved. But no! Here, perhaps, we discover why this antiquated proceeding was being conducted at all: he wanted to see some wrestling. He told off Staunton, and insisted on seeing the two Williams put on a display fight with staves, and then wrestling. Scrope generously awarded each William the staff he'd been fighting with, as a prize.

    It seems like Firth Green is in the camp of "trial by combat as an incentive to negotiation and settlement" that the law textbook slightly sniffily mentions in its two-sentence coverage of the practice (either mediated trial by combat serves as an alternative to a society-wide constant brawl, or the formal prospect of trial by combat encourages confessions, negotiations, etc), but it's pretty clear Firth Green doesn't love that level of explanations-to-children, and disagrees with many people who the Law100 textbook would lump together. So I'm having fun with that.
    highlyeccentric: Demon's Covenant - Kitchen!fail - I saw you put rice in the toaster (Demon's Covenant - kitchen!fail)
    I have once again subscribed to a vegetable delivery service, and once again, this leaves me staring at vegetables thinking "I don't have a roast meat to serve with you, what SHALL I do with you?" (I made a rather tasty non-vegan version of this roasted brussel sprout pasta earlier in the week, for instance.

    Tonight, I did not actually make this roast apple beetroot and halloumi salad, not least because I can't eat pearl barley. But I did use that as a launching pad for the below:

    Dietary and accessibility notes )

    What you need and what you do with it )
    highlyeccentric: Demon's Covenant - Kitchen!fail - I saw you put rice in the toaster (Demon's Covenant - kitchen!fail)
    The ancestor recipe for this is this one on taste.com.au. This version has been made more complex, but also explained in highly specific detail as it's intended for my father, a man who could cook two things when I was a teenager and has now *doubled* his repertoire and is considering advancing to Impossible Quiche. I have deleted the components explaining EXACTLY which of mum's cookware to use.

    Accessibility pros and cons )

    What you need and what you do with it )

    Note: this works perfectly well with feta/goats cheese and spinach, for a vegetarian option.
    highlyeccentric: I've been searching for a sexual identity, and now you've named it for me: I'm a what. (Sexual what)
    I realised, talking to a long time but never super close friend on instagram today, that there are whole reams of... notable (hilarious) stuff that I have turned into oft-retold anecdotes, but either only put on Twitter or never told social media at all.

    Today, a day when I am wearing two pairs of socks (outside temperature, 18 degrees c; inside temperature same), I shall tell you about the Trans Student Who Told Me The Truth.

    Let us call this student Felix (carefully chosen because it is a name of a transmasc YA protagonist, but not the one he actually has). He had spoken in class, but not stated his pronouns; I had clocked him as some kind of trans by his fashion sense and name choice. After class, he comes up to me.

    Felix: Um, I don't mean to be a pain, but are you going to keep the windows open every class all spring?
    Me: Uh, I was hoping to. I'm also hoping it'll warm up soon, but... this is Switzerland.
    Felix: Riiight. Because even with my gloves on (*shows a pair of thermal fingerless gloves*) I can't really feel my fingers.
    Me: But you were sitting right in the drafty spot. Hmm. I tell you what, can you try sitting in the middle of the room? I do a lot of groupwork tasks where I personally mix people up and move them around, and I can make sure I put your group in the middle of the room. Damn, even the gloves don't help? I thought my circulation was bad.
    Felix: *pauses for a moment, looking up at me from his very short stature* Even going on T didn't help.
    Me: *sorting this information, and the fact he deems me chill enough to off-handedly disclose to*
    Felix: *pauses while I sort this information*
    Me: Damn. My boyfriend told me he went on T and never got cold feet again.
    Felix: People said that to me, too, and it hasn't turned out that way.
    Me: ... Thank you, Felix, for telling me the truth the Trans Lobby just don't want me to know.

    He then went on to tell me about how going on t had made his adhd symptoms worse (and we compared this to people we both knew who found that their adhd management got easier, because of the overall improvement in mental health), and thank me for pro-actively providing links to free audio versions of most of our texts.

    LATER I found out that he was good friends with the transmasc student who had already disclosed to me via email (because their efforts to change their name in the student IT system had not yet borne fruit), and that a) the already-disclosed student had chosen my seminar because they looked at my departmental webpage and thought "definitely queer" and so b) the majority of the queer students in the first year were in my class and c) my intro email and the vibe they were getting from my manner of introducing myself and my pronouns was such that several of them read the "I'm your teacher, Amy, she/her" and thought "yeah, right let's lay bets on how long those pronouns last".

    The circulation in my fingers has somewhat improved - I didn't need to wear gloves at all last Australian winter, and I noted in Swiss spring 2023 that I could be outside in as low as 4 degrees without gloves, and 0 in fingerless gloves only. But my toesies are a lost cause. I was, in fact, extremely called out by this McSweeney's "What Your Favourite Classic Rock Band Says About You" list: I read through thinking 'I bet they don't have AC/DC' and then I found the entry for ACDC.

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