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([personal profile] ranunculus Dec. 24th, 2025 05:28 pm)
Yesterday's trip up Red Barn Creek to work on trail maintenance was lovely.  Kinda wet, but lovely. 
You may remember that I went off with some of the folks from the Grace Hudson Museum ( https://www.gracehudsonmuseum.org/ ) to pick Dogbane, sometimes called Indian Hemp. At the time I didn't post a picture of the plant. Here is a clump of Dogbane growing -in- the creek.  There is a small green bit of grass coming up through the clump. This is the right time to harvest these plants, the stems will need to dry before use, but the plant is dormant. 

I have always liked reading fantasy, from a young age. Maybe it started when I got the Dutch edition of Tanith Lee’s The Dragon Hoard? (Which is hilarious, by the way. If you have a young child in your life, this makes for a great book to read together.) I read a lot of the SF and Fantasy in the local library, especially as a teenager.


My parents put me in the “homework club” at secondary school. My grades were not good, because I was too lazy to really do any homework at home. The homework club convened every day (except the Friday I think) after school hours, and you’d sit there for two hours to do your homework. You were not allowed to leave before the end time, but if you had nothing left to study, you could read a book. I’m sure the intention was for the students to read books for their literature lists, but in the end we could just read whatever we wanted.

One of the boys at the homework club was reading something that was obviously fantasy, because it was titled “Dragonlance”. I think it was “War of the Twins”? Of course I was interested and I asked him about it afterwards. He described tabletop roleplaying games to me (which I thought was very strange and abstract) and how the books were like a description of what happened in the game. (Modern RPGs call this “the fiction”, which, in the case of Dragonlance, it literally is.) We got to talking about fantasy books and became friends in the easy way that boys can decide someone is a friend if they share an interest. Some time later, just before the autumn break, he told me that he was going to host a group to play these mysterious games at his house and that I should come too.

So I went there on the first day of the break (I think it took me two hours by bicycle to get there, he lived in a village at the other end of the city!) and I played my first tabletop RPG. So basically the Dragonlance books are responsible for getting me into RPGs — which they were designed to do, to get more people interested in Dungeons & Dragons. Except that we didn’t play D&D but Rolemaster, and it would take me another six years to play D&D in earnest. And I never read those Dragonlance books either, because I moved completely outside of the D&D “ecosystem”.


So when I came across the Collector’s Edition of the Dragonlance Chronicles, which are the first three novels to be released in the setting, I thought it would be interesting to finally read them. And it’s indeed interesting — but it’s not good fantasy. Be aware that the following will contain spoilers.


As I understand it, the books were written to sell more D&D by showing what kind of adventures you could have when playing D&D. And it is indeed a rather faithful recreation of the fiction that is created by playing D&D, if you squint you can see the rules systems operate just under the surface. That in itself is not bad, but it is also a faithful recreation of the kinds of adventures you’d have in an “epic” campaign played out by teenaged boys. It really has it all. The “you all meet in a bar…” beginning. The janky inconsistencies in background events because nobody remembered clearly what happened last session. The plot immunity, because as a GM you don’t want to kill off your PCs too easily so you have to insulate them from the worst combat results. There are all-powerful “GM NPCs” where a GM just wanted to play a cool guy (or gal) and basically used this NPC to overshadow the PCs.

The first novel, Dragons of Autumn Twilight, was written in 1984, well into the second feminist wave. But the way women are written and their relationships with the male characters is… not good. The romance (if you can even call it a romance) between Riverwind and Silvermoon make me wonder if the writers ever met two people who were in love. And for some reason they find it very important to let the reader know that all of the women are virgins. There may be a bit of fooling around, but obviously there is no sex before marriage! The single exception is Kitiara, who, to nobody’s surprise, turns up as an “evil” enemy commander. Much is made of how she takes men to her bed, and it takes only one night to turn a “good” character to her evil side. The message is obviously that sex does bad things to people!

There’s some sexual violence casually mentioned too. Some of it is in the past and not really dwelt upon (Tanis’ origin story), some of it is passed off as “just the way things are” (Tika having to deal with drunks pawing at her) and one bona fide attempt at rape that thankfully doesn’t get anywhere (when Laurana gets kidnapped). Yes, the 80’s was a different time etc, but it sure left a bad taste in my mouth.


D&D has a bad case of biological essentialism: all kender are child-like in demeanor, all dwarves are grumpy, etc. That is reflected in these books as well: Tanis is a half-elf, which means he is some kind of diplomat because he straddles two “races”, making him the leader of the group of course. And we only really see a single dwarf, and he’s grumpy… On one hand you know what to expect, on the other hand it makes the non-human characters a bit predictable and as the story progresses a bit tiresome.

The characters are supposed to be good friends, but they spend an awful lot of time full of mistrust of each other, very angry or outright fighting. Maybe this is also modeled on how teenage boys form friend groups? Raistlin deserves a special mention — we’ve all played in a campaign with an asshole who played an asshole character under the guise of “that’s what my character would do!”


The trilogy compares itself to the Lord of the Rings: the back flap even has a quote from Dragon Magazine, which names it “…a trilogy that should at last satisfy the old demands for ‘something to read after the Ring books.'” They don’t name the books by name, perhaps because TSR (the publisher of both D&D and these novels) had been sued by the Tolkien estate 7 years earlier for using names from Tolkien’s works and they tread more carefully after that. And of course Dragon Magazine is full of praise for the trilogy, because that was published by TSR too!

But that’s where any comparison has to end. Tolkien’s works are epic in the classic sense: there is a rich world with a rich history, some of which we get a short peek at. Things are going on just out of sight and the characters make a plan on how to achieve their goals in the middle of that. In these novels, by contrast, everything is just a set piece that is there, waiting idly for the characters to arrive. At no point did I have the feeling that there was a world off-screen (if you can call it that for a book) that was believable and in motion. It’s all so… pedestrian.

The scale certainly is meant to be epic: a world-spanning war with the evil side using dragons! And the first dragon we meet is terrifying! But soon, they’re relegated to being merely flying mounts with teeth and an attitude, and the whole thing feels cheapened. It’s like “oh, yeah, the dragons are also around somewhere…” and I feel that if you call your novel cycle “Dragonlance” there should be more dragons and more lances in it than this cycle has. We only see a dragonrider using a lance against another dragon, and it’s turned into some kind of slapstick with a kender and a dwarf crawling all over their dragon mount…

And yes, there are “funny” moments in there as well, whole scenes turned into some kind of slapstick. That certainly doesn’t help with setting an “epic” mood! Another gripe is how whole episodes are just skipped. “Oh, when we re-join our heroes they went to the ice wall and retrieve a piece of a dragonlance from a dragonrider encased in ice, and are now on their way back.” I mean, how is that not a big part of the story!?


Is it all bad? I mean, it’s not good, but I did read the whole thing and gave it 2 stars. Because it is interesting. You want to know what happens next, how the story develops, what new set piece is next. I did not read the whole thing through in one go — I had to read a little ‘palate cleanser’ in between the second and third book because it was getting to be a bit much. But if you frame it as pulpy fantasy aimed at teenaged boys, then it’s enough to keep your attention. That being said, I will not seek out any of the other books in the Dragonlance setting. Once was enough for me.


Crossposted from my blog. Comment here or at the original post.
Current reading quote: "F[redacted] the privatization of the toilet. F[redacted] the privatization of the sky."

To be read 1 Jan 2025: 90
To be read 24 Dec 2025: 67, lol (win, tho)

Books read: 123

DNFs: 8 (nearly 9, I'm looking at you William Heinesen)

Reading challenges completed: 49

These are minimums as some authors prefer their privacy, and some in-work representation was perfunctory or tokenising (imo as reader) so I didn't count it.
BIPOC representation: 41
Disabled representation: 21
LGBT+ representation: 26
Senior representation: 31

Woman author/s: 72
Also, authors as self-identified: 8 not men, at least one transman, and an unknown-to-me (because some authors prefer their privacy).

Authors neither British or USian (because these two anglophone publishing industries dominate my local book market).
Canada: 8 (but 4x1 author, 3x1 author, + 1 expat Canadian in UK).
Born in Palestine / Jerusalem: 6 (including 2x1 author).
Japan: 5
EU, current area: 8 (not all born or residing in actual EU member states).
Also: Afghanistan, Australia, Ghana, Jamaica, Korea, India, Indonesia/Australia/UK, Malaysia/UK, Singapore/UK/US, and schrodinger's New Zealander.

New to me, previously unread authors: 65

&c. )
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([personal profile] lb_lee Dec. 24th, 2025 08:18 am)
Mori: I done got my periodic need for books about queer ladies, so I have been wallowing in lady books. Here’s what I read!

queers and ladies from 1980s-1990s )

And now I feel a craving to make a lady zine. I BELIEVE IN ME!
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([personal profile] ranunculus Dec. 23rd, 2025 04:12 pm)
Here is a holiday recipe for you!
This fruitcake is incredibly rich and yummy. I got it from my Mom, who undoubtedly clipped it out of a newspaper or farm magazine. I note that it is up on Cooks.com these days.

California Fruitcake

3/4 Cup Flour We always used all purpose white flour.
1/4 tsp Baking Powder
1/4 tsp Soda
1 tsp Salt
3/4 Cup Brown Sugar Pack tightly into measuring cup.
1 1/2 Lbs Pitted Dates Mom used brown Medjool Dates common to Calif. I like to cut them in half.
1 1/2 to 2 Cup Dried Apricots Cut into halves or quarters. Pack tightly in measuring cup.
3 Cup Nut Meats (Walnut halves) in large pieces.
3 Eggs
1 tsp Vanilla

Mix all dry ingredients.
Add to fruit, coat fruit thoroughly with flour mix.
Beat eggs until foamy, add vanilla.
Pour Egg mix over dry ingredients & fruit. Gently stir in.
Line loaf pan (bread loaf pan) with wax paper or parchment paper.
Pack pan with mix.
Bake at 300 degrees 1 hour and 20 min.
Put small pan of water in oven with the fruitcakes while baking to help keep it moist.
When cool, wrap with tinfoil and store in a dark cool place for 4 to 6 weeks to blend flavors. Or eat immediately.
Storing give a much richer flavor. We tried it soaked in rum once, and never again. The flavors of this fruitcake are so rich that the alcohol dulled and muddied the taste.
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([personal profile] bitterlawngnome Dec. 24th, 2025 11:59 am)
Irises from the garden, 2025. "NOID" means "no ID", that is to say, I don't know their names. The noids in this group are all three in the street island garden and were there when I inherited it; the one identified as 'Benton Deirdre' is tentative - I decided it is that based on a combination of appearance and the recent trendiness of the Benton irises. The unnamed Pacific Coast hybrid was a random seedling child of random seedlings. The name and date in brackets is the breeder and the date of the cultivar's registration or introduction to commerce.

white falls, dull gold flags, both veined with maroon
Iris Miniature Tall Bearded 'In My Veins' (Charles Bunnell, 2008) 4957
©Bill Pusztai 2025



Not far from species - pale blue-purple falls and flags, white runway with gold eye
Iris Pacific Coast hybrid 4919.
©Bill Pusztai 2025



An indefinite gold / beige / brown with striking purple and orange beard
Iris Standard Dwarf Bearded 'Dragon's Den' (Chuck Chapman, 2002) 5231
©Bill Pusztai 2025



An indefinite gold / beige / brown with striking purple and orange beard
Iris Standard Dwarf Bearded 'Dragon's Den' (Chuck Chapman, 2002) 5335
©Bill Pusztai 2025



very nearly orange butterscoithch falls and flags, bright ornage beard
Iris Standard Dwarf Bearded 'Eramosa OJ' (Chuck Chapman, 2014) 9093
©Bill Pusztai 2025



very nearly orange butterscoithch falls and flags, bright ornage beard
Iris Standard Dwarf Bearded 'Eramosa OJ' (Chuck Chapman, 2014) 9119
©Bill Pusztai 2025



white falls with deep purple dots and veining in edge, pink flags with more purple dots and veining, yellow beard ... ID is approximate
Iris Tall Bearded Benton 'Deirdre' (Sir Cedric Morris, R. 1946) 1472
©Bill Pusztai 2025



An unusually elongated antique-style blue-purple, dark falls and pale flags, yellow beard
Iris Tall Bearded noid blue 1460
©Bill Pusztai 2025



antique-style blue-purple, dark falls and pale flags, yellow beard
Iris Tall Bearded noid blue
©Bill Pusztai 2025



antique style simple bloom with deep wine-red falls, yellow beard and throat, pale violet flags
Iris Tall Bearded noid variegata 4361
©Bill Pusztai 2025



Deep wine red modern hybrid, this one spotted with raindrops
Iris Tall Bearded 'War Chief' (Schreiner 1992) 4168
©Bill Pusztai 2025



Deep wine red modern hybrid, this one showing blueish sheen
Iris Tall Bearded 'War Chief' (Schreiner, 1992) 4230
©Bill Pusztai 2025

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([personal profile] andrewducker Dec. 23rd, 2025 07:35 pm)
I called them back at 7:00. Got through to someone helpful who has given me the location of a pharmacy that we're going to visit first thing tomorrow morning, who have been instructed to help us.

No idea why that didn't happen the first time!


An all-new Bundle featuring the Old Gods of Appalachia Roleplaying Game, the tabletop game of eldritch horror from Monte Cook Games based on Steve Shell and Cam Collins' Old Gods of Appalachia anthology podcast.

Bundle of Holding: Old Gods of Appalachia
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([personal profile] umadoshi Dec. 23rd, 2025 12:46 pm)
A few months (?) ago, Discord updated on my computer and promptly stopped working. [It would technically launch, but the program window was just a blank rectangle.) Subsequent updates (which happen pretty much every time I relaunch my browser) installed cheerfully enough and made no difference. I grumpily chalked it up to not having updated my OS in ages (I'm very resistant, but usually enough things eventually get creaky or stop working that I give in and get [personal profile] scruloose to update the system), and since Discord was still working on my phone, I figured that was that for the foreseeable future.

Then a couple of days ago, I let Discord install its newest update...and suddenly everything worked again. o_o I certainly wasn't going to complain, but it surprised me enough that I mentioned it to Kas on the weekend, and having just dealt with some Discord shenaniganry himself, he had an answer: Discord has decided it doesn't play nicely with some VPN locations, and I had happened to change my location setting to one it liked.

I mostly lurk on Discord, but there are a couple where I make tentative attempts at being social, and my dislike of typing more than a sentence or two at a time on my phone meant I was even quieter than usual for a while there, so this is a good development. But also, WTF, Discord.

Did I forget to mention the new-to-me Christmas ice cream here? It looks like I did.

A local ice creamery (Dee Dee's) does Advent calendars, which I had largely forgotten about until I saw mention of it on Bluesky, at which point I was safe from ordering one (too late!), but it got me to look at their seasonal flavors. Next thing I knew, I was asking [personal profile] scruloose to stop at a local-groceries shop that carries their ice creams, because I had to know what the chicken bones* flavor was like.more about that, plus a cheese stash )

Posted by Michael Geist

This week’s Law Bytes podcast featured a look at the year in review in digital law and policy. Before wrapping up for the year, the next three posts over the holidays will highlight my most popular posts, podcast episodes, and Substacks of the past year. Today’s post starts with the top posts, in which two issues dominated: lawful access and antisemitism. While most of the top ten involves those two issues, the top post of the year featured an analysis of the government’s approach to the digital services tax, which ultimately resulted in an embarrassing climbdown by the government.

  1. Ignoring the Warning Signs: Why Did the Canadian Government Dismiss the Trade Risks of a Digital Services Tax?, June 28, 2025
  2. Privacy At Risk: Government Buries Lawful Access Provisions in New Border Bill, June 4, 2025
  3. Government Reverses on Bill C-2: Removes Lawful Access Warrantless Demand Powers in New Border Bill, October 8, 2025
  4. When Words Fail: Reflections on the National Forum on Combatting Antisemitism, March 7, 2025
  5. Out of Nowhere: TIFF Undermines Artistic Freedom of Expression With Forced Name Change of October 7th Documentary, August 18, 2025
  6. Here We Go Again: Internet Age Verification and Website Blocking Bill Reintroduced in the Senate (With Some Changes), May 29, 2025
  7. Government Doubles Down in Defending Bill C-2’s Information Demand Powers That Open the Door to Warrantless Access of Personal Information, September 17, 2025
  8. “Big Brother Tactics”: Why Bill C-2’s New Warrantless Disclosure Demand Powers Extend Far Beyond Internet and Telecom Providers, June 18, 2025
  9. Why Bill C-2 Faces a Likely Constitutional Challenge By Placing Solicitor-Client Privilege at Risk, June 25, 2025
  10. Government Remains Silent as it Eviscerates Political Party Privacy in Canada By Fast Tracking Bill C-4, June 12, 2025

The post The Year in Review: Top Ten Posts appeared first on Michael Geist.

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([personal profile] andrewducker Dec. 23rd, 2025 12:34 pm)
I am an idiot who forgot my blood pressure medicine when I came down to Devon to see my parents.

So this morning I went in to the local pharmacy. Who can't help me because NHS England and NHS Scotland are two different organisations. But they told me to call NHS 111 and ask them for help.

NHS 111 said "We don't have anyone available who can prescribe, call us back after 6:30PM, or talk to a local GP as "Unregistered or Temporary Residents". So we went in to my dad's GP and they said "We don't help in that situation, go talk to NHS 111, they'll help you." - which would seem to leave me in an endless loop.

Just in case, I called my GP surgery in Scotland, who said that they can't prescribe in England.

At which point, as nobody is considering this very important, I think about the only options are to either call back after 6:30 tonight or to just do without for a week. Which, having checked online, doesn't look like a great idea.

Edit: I called them back at 7:00. Got through to someone helpful who has given me the location of a pharmacy that we're going to visit first thing tomorrow morning, who have been instructed to help us.

No idea why that didn't happen the first time!
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([personal profile] ranunculus Dec. 22nd, 2025 09:26 pm)
The river came up and did a little of very half hearted flooding yesterday, mostly it just ran bank full.  Today it didn't rain till well after dark. Tomorrow's forecast is for 1.25 inches, enough to bring the river right back up again, but I doubt the flooding will be bad here very close to the headwaters of our Russian River. 

The cows wandered into the horse pasture yesterday evening, prompting Donald and I to go out, cut a tree and a limb off the fence (they were fairly small) and get the fence working.  My it is nice to have repaired the wire under the road! It makes the whole system work better.  The meter says it is carrying 8 jewels, which is enough to make you really, really, really wish you had never touched the wire.  Speaking of he cows, they seem calm and happy so whatever was scaring them either isn't there any more or isn't in this pasture. Since there really is no boundary except a wire fence (with the gate open) I hope that whatever it was has moved on.  Donald and I walked from the top to the bottom of Jungle Pasture today and saw nothing out of the ordinary. No tracks even.

Due to the forecast of flooding and holiday traffic I took Donald to the Smart Train today. Tomorrow there might be flooding and it will be raining.  Today it was a pretty nice drive. 

Tomorrow. Chores around the house, replace light fixture at the Red Barn. 


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([personal profile] bitterlawngnome Dec. 22nd, 2025 08:20 pm)
I can feel it happening. Many artists enter - usually at the end of their career - a phase where they no longer govern themselves by the rules they know will make their work intelligible to others. Nowadays I often find I just want to photograph the light sliding across the backdrop from morning to night. It won't mean a damn thing to anyone else. But it's the utter essence of photograph, the light at an exact place and time.
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([personal profile] cellio Dec. 22nd, 2025 10:59 pm)

In my last post I talked about the sudden death of my Android phone (again) and my pursuit of an iPhone, which was stymied not by Apple but by T-Mobile. That was Thursday. On Friday morning I returned to the Apple store soon after opening time, this time with a backpack full of auxiliary hardware (tablet for an authenticator app, old mostly-broken phone that could still take a physical SIM card, iPad for Apple login on another device, and by the way my existing phone charger to confirm I didn't need to buy a new one).

It took almost two hours, but we got past the T-Mobile hurdles so I could walk out of the store with a working phone. I'd already decided there was no way I was buying it from T-Mobile (and I suspect it would be locked if I did), and neither I nor the employee who was helping me felt good about "buy it here, take it there, hope they do the right thing". I have many colorful things to say about T-Mobile...later.

For the locals: Mikey in the Shadyside Apple store is fabulous. This was customer service way above and beyond what I've experienced at other tech providers. Mikey was knowledgeable, empathetic, and cheerful even when T-Mobile was screwing with us. I really hope the feedback I gave on the customer-service survey contributes to Mikey getting some recognition. And this is in stark contrast to previous phone vendors, who, if you can get a human at all, will just tell you to ship the phone back to them at your expense, or buy a newer model, or otherwise do what is convenient for the vendor but not the customer.

I bought the iPhone 16E; it's the most affordable current model, but it's still a lot more than I've paid for a phone before. On the other hand, Dani has had his current iPhone for a lot longer than I had my previous Pixels (both of them). Maybe a mid-range phone costs $100/year and the replacement schedules are different between Android and iOS.

So, the actual iPhone. I've used an iPad, so I was a little familiar with the environment, but using a phone is different in some important ways. There are definitely things I'm not used to; some might be better, some worse, and many merely different and I just need to get acclimated. Initial stream-of-consciousness impressions:

Setup was pretty straightforward, carrier issues aside. No surprises from the first phone call and first text message. I couldn't import anything from my dead Android phone, but the iPhone knew about apps I had installed on the iPad, so that helped. I can access anything in Google's cloud storage by installing their apps (e.g. for photos). I haven't figured out if I can recover text messages.

The default keyboard does not include period and comma on the main screen. What the hell? Is this why so many text messages blow off punctuation?

I am used to a global "back" button, not just for browsers but for everything -- pop out of map navigation (while staying in the map app), go back to your photo gallery from looking at an individual photo, etc, with the top-level "back" being "exit the app". Apple does none of that -- they rely on the individual apps to provide navigation, so if an app doesn't have the "back" concept, you can't do anything. And apps, of course, can and do change the UI -- maybe there's a "back" button and maybe it's in the top left corner, or maybe you're expected to navigate by controls across the bottom for different views, or maybe it's something else. Android apps had those variations too, but there was always the phone-level "back" button. I miss it.

There's also no "home" button (take me back to the desktop). You leave an app by swiping up from the bottom of the screen. I sometimes have to try a couple times; I haven't yet found the magic "sweet spot".

There is a gesture, also involving swipe up from the bottom, to see all the apps that are running and allow you to really close individual apps. This was the third sticky button on Android. I haven't quite figured this out on the iPhone yet; sometimes I stumble into it, and often the screen shakes at me to tell me it didn't understand what I was trying to do. Learning curve... Also on the learning curve: apparently on the iPhone you swipe left to dismiss notifications, not right? Neither is better; it's just an adjustment.

Settings are weird. A lot of apps don't have any control for accessing settings, even when apps clearly have settings. I had to ask Mikey about that. It turns out that the system-level settings -- where you control things like display, sound, passcodes, etc -- also has a section for app settings. To add a non-default calendar to the calendar app, instead of using the non-existent in-app settings, I go to Settings -> Apps -> Calendar and poke around in there. On the other hand, some apps do have in-app settings, so you have to hunt around for them.

Apple is very much still in the world of "we think this design is intuitive and therefore you don't need any assistance". I had to do web searches to find documentation on what some of the glyphs mean. There's a "control center" (similar to Android) where you have quick access to things like toggling Wifi, Bluetooth, and dark mode, and changing brightness and text size and volume, and a bunch of other stuff. The iPhone offers more options than Android and the layout is highly customizable. They have some cute ideas, like apparently there's some tool for "identify the music that's currently playing", which I think means in your environment and not Spotify, but I haven't explored it yet. Almost all of this involves graphics not text, though, and not all of their choices are as obvious to me as they were to their designers. There are three "disconnected box around a thing" glyphs; one's a QR-code scanner, one's a "tell me what this thing is" (uses camera and probably AI), and I'm not yet sure what the third one is.

This is me, so we have to talk about visual accessibility. This was the very first thing I tested in the store on Thursday, 'cause if that didn't work, nothing else mattered and I'd have to head back to Androidville. Mixed review here: adequate with some compromises, but there is more work to be done here. Specifically, fonts: there are two font-related toggles, normal/bigger and normal/bold. These affect displays in apps that pay attention to them, which they don't have to. Also, apparently the OS is not an app in this sense; nothing I did changed the text labels for the apps on the home screens. The text is "one size fits all". Yeah, you can reportedly magnify your entire screen, but that's not what I want (too much collateral damage). I mitigated this by changing the desktop from their colorful interferes-with-text wallpaper to solid gray. Unlike my Android devices, the iPhone doesn't have a built-in library of wallpapers; there's the default, or you can use a photo, or you can set a solid color. So, solid color it is; I'd've preferred something with a little more character (but also legibility), a balance I struck on Android, but oh well -- it's just wallpaper, not something important.

There was something small and light gray that Mikey had to point out to me in the store (would have missed it entirely), but I can't now remember what it was. I suspect there will be more of that sort of thing.

Ok, apps. I was migrating from Android, so I couldn't just bring all my apps with me. There are iOS versions of most of the apps I used (not always identical), so I just had to look them up individually in the App Store and install them. Initially I did this from memory, which was frustrating, but then it occurred to me to ask my Android tablet if it could tell me about apps that weren't on that tablet but that I'd used. The answer to that turned out to be "yes". Some things I haven't found equivalents for yet; this will be a background process for a while, I expect. Critical stuff is mostly in place (I need to have a conversation with my bank about their app); nice-to-haves are trickling in.

I'm trying out some of the native Apple apps, particularly ones that could replace Google apps. Some differences are strange: in the Apple calendar app, how in the world do you get it to show you a month view like Google Calendar? I can get it to show me a couple days at a time (in list form, like a week view but not all week), but I want the month view. I haven't tried out the Apple apps for photos and maps yet, but plan to soon. The note-taking app seems fine so far. I can't imagine using Pages, Sheets, or Keynote on a phone, but they came pre-installed.

I couldn't figure out how to use Apple's email app with multiple accounts, but that's ok; I used Thunderbird on my Android phone, so I'll just install...what do you mean there's no Thunderbird app for iOS? (Beta coming soon, they say.) Ok, I found another client that'll do. Still hoping for Thunderbird later; I liked it on my previous phone and also use it on my desktop Mac.

My Android phone had a fingerprint reader for unlocking. It was flaky, so I often ended up having to enter my passcode. This iPhone has Face ID, and so far it's worked flawlessly for me. I asked Mikey how to temporarily disable it for situations where I'm worried about it being used against me (hostile agent has physical possession of your phone -- we can all imagine scenarios, I'm sure), and he pointed out that it always requires the passcode after restart. Good to know.

Speaking of restarting... I had to search the web. Mikey did tell me how to turn the phone off, but apparently I'd misremembered. On my old phone, a long press on the power button brought up a menu; on my newer Android tablet, you have to do it in software as far as I can tell; on the iPhone both are possible but the physical option involves both the power button and a volume button and then an on-screen slider. I guess people don't restart (or turn off) phones very often?

It's only been a few days (and one of those was Shabbat, a no-phone day), but so far the experience of actually using the phone has been smooth. It feels comfortable and even pleasant at times. My Pixel's 5G connection was sometimes flaky and would drop out at the most inconvenient of times (like while trying to navigate); I haven't taken my new phone on any big outings yet, but so far I'm not seeing these problems when out and about. There are some initial weirdnesses, but I think I'm going to like this a lot better than my Pixel.

More thoughts later as I settle in.

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([personal profile] lydamorehouse Dec. 22nd, 2025 03:20 pm)
Yule Log 2025
Image: Classice Yule Log with three white candles, bedecked with boughs and ornaments (surrounded by silver reindeer).

HAPPY SOLSTICE to all who celebrate. And those who don't? I hope you had a lovely Sunday all the same. 

Our Solstice was much as it is most years--a quiet, family affair. We have some traditions, the first of which is making rosettes (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosette_(cookie)). I have attached the Wikipedia article if you have no idea what a rosette is--it is, in fact, a deep fried cookie. Personally, if done well, I think they taste amazing, like sugar and AIR. Because, basically, the batter is ultra, ultra thin and you use a cookie iron to to crisp up a lot of vanilla and sugar-flavored nothing. Our recipe actually comes from a class I took on Christmas cookie making several years ago, but very likely (this being Minnesota) comes by way of Norway, though possibly Sweden or Finland. 

The cookie making class is memorable because I was the youngest person in the room. I really figured that probably I'd be the oldest, since I presumed things like rosette, pizelles, krumkaka, etc., were the sorts of things that grandma would pass on and, maybe, it skipped a generation. Nope. It was me an all older ladies and on older guy who kept telling everyone that he took the class hoping to pick up a lady. (Yep, he was that old.) Anyway, me and all the older folks all had a lovely time and I was really only there for the hidden rosette knowledge because everyone agrees there is "a trick to it." 

And, there is.

The trick is making sure the irons are hot first--but also not too coated in oil. But that little layer of hot oil will, in fact, help them come off. In fact, ours often just fall off the iron into the bubbling hot oil. So, we always have to have tongs to hand.

Mason and I making rosettes 2025
Image: me patiently waiting for the bubbles to slow down the appropriate amount. Mason in the forground. Our kitchen all around and a few exampes of the cookies drying on the paper towels. The irons come in a lot of shapes--star and flower/rosette shown. Not pictured is the Christmas tree. 

We never want the rosette process to be arduous so we only make as many was we feel up to, call it good enough, and then I usually make a fun lunch like deep-fried shrimp.  We have charcuterie for our Solstice dinner meal, light our Yule log (pictured above), open presents, and then take a bit of the Yule light upstairs in a safe, insulated container and keep the light  burning for the longest night. 

I like to joke: if the sun came up on December 22, thank a pagan!



Our Solstice gifts are always books. There is a version of the Icelandic Yule Cat where the present you must recieve is not new clothing, but a book. We decided to adopt that tradition. Mason got a Terry Prachett book (and a gift certificate for Uncle Hugos) because he's been on a Pratchett kick lately; Shawn got the last and final Phil Rickman novel The Echo of Crows; and I got Bad Gays: A Homosexual History by Hew Lemmy and Ben Miller. My gift is one I asked for because I've really enjoyed their podcast by the same name. 

Also as is traditional, someone's present must include the Solstice wrench. It has been Mason for many years, now, in part, I think because we started using it to baffle a child who could very distinctly tell the shake of LEGOs. 

Solstice Wrench
You can keep your King's Cakes, we have the Solstice Wrench!!  


By chance our friend John J. sent along a bunch of other book-related presents and so we opened those at Solstice as well.


Shawn inspecting a gift
Image: Shawn inspecting a surprise gift (one of many!) from our friend.

A lovely time all around. 

So, again, I hope you all had a lovely Solstice. If not, we can all enjoy the return of longer days. More sunshine! Hooray!
Blessed Yule and solstice, friends. May this next turn of the year be better to all of us than the one that's just ended.

Impressively and unexpectedly, we didn't lose power on the weekend (so many people did!); not really coincidentally, Bucky remains undecorated. We also haven't put up any lights or the wreath outside (probably just as well, given the winds), and I didn't even think of that until maybe yesterday. Oh, well.

(I no longer have any real hope of finishing a draft of this rewrite before Christmas, since I'm getting such a late start on work today and we have plans for much of Christmas Eve once [personal profile] scruloose's half-day of work ends. It's fine. I've been doing other things. *shrugs*)

A few nights ago I guess I ~slept wrong~, as I woke up Saturday with a very unhappy neck. Yesterday was better, and today is better again, and I'm lucky to not have this kind of thing happen more often (*knocks wood*), but it's so annoying as well as painful. Body, if you're taking damage while sleeping, why don't you move to a better position?! Does the conscious brain need to handle everything around here? (Thankfully no.)
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([personal profile] james_davis_nicoll Dec. 22nd, 2025 02:45 pm)


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So, I'm reading something about an abusive relationship. So toxic, in every tiny respect. But the commenters! You've got a handful of them happily chirping things like "Oh, Abuser is trying so hard! He's really just controlling because he's worried, but look, he's trying to make Abusee happy!" and we've got another handful saying things like "I don't get why Abusee doesn't just leave. I mean, he's in public, is he scared of getting hit? In public? Like, geez."

Like... do you people know what sort of story you're even reading? Or, in the latter case, do you know anything about humans!?

Some people should not be allowed to comment on anything. WTF.

(Though, that having been said, the very first rule of running away and changing your name is never pick a fake name that has any connection to your real life. And because of this, our protagonist got kidnapped back by his abuser and his goon squad. Again. Well, the plot had to happen somehow, I guess, but still.)

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([personal profile] bitterlawngnome Dec. 22nd, 2025 09:05 am)

On a dark BG a single bulb with two flowering stems. Of about ten flowers, four are fully open, and the rest are in late bud or early opening stages. Each flower has three petals and three sepals. Their base colour is light icy green with a central clear midrib, and varying degrees of red wash and veining in each. The one pointing directly down has the least red. The stamens are prominent and pale green. The light is morning window light.
Hippeastrum 'Wild Amazone', amaryllis (N.L. van Geest B.V., 2019)
©Bill Pusztai 2025



A black backdrop, textured. On it a very pale blue-green celadon plate. On that, a pair of the flat type of persimmons, still attached to their twig. They have been on the tree quite late and so are a bit beat up, with cracks, scratches, and spots. There are water droplets on the plate.
Diospyris kaki, persimmon
©Bill Pusztai 2025

 Actually, I just had to take vacation time because I'm a WEE bit stressed out from the volume of work, but also this allows me to post while I'm caffeinated, a blessing for anyone who takes time to read. 

Last weekend I did, in fact, drive to Ohio. The trip out was unremarkable, just long and dull as usual. So dull I don't remember details. When I arrived, it was just before the DoorDash my sister had ordered - Thai food, and she thoughtfully got me non-spicy steamed tofu and vegetables since my stomach can be kind of iffy when I'm traveling. I have never ordered DoorDash...the exorbitant delivery charge, plus the generous tip I'd feel obligated to provide, puts me off. If I truly want takeout, I go pick it up. Anyway, all was fine. We watched a lot of DVRd episodes of Jeopardy and went to bed early. That's when I learned that my sister's office/guest room, which is referred to as the Hut for reasons I'm not aware of, is COLD. So cold. I like my bedroom cold, but I have a warm, warm duvet (in fact, so warm that I'm going to try switching it for something less warm, though I digress). There is an electric blanket on the Hut bed so I turned it on, but mindful of the fact that I tend to sleep hot, I had it on the lowest setting. At 4:00 I woke up absolutely freezing and nudged it up a bit, hoping to fall back to sleep, and that's when the printer on her desk went mad and started churning out pages, then displayed a bright error code that would not stop. I got up and tried to power it off, got back into the chilly bed, put on my sleep mask and eventually did sleep a little more. JEEPERS. This all was funny by the light of day, but I was tired.

We visited Mom briefly. Mom is not even 100% of her approximately 60% "normal" so she didn't mind at all that we were there only about 15 minutes. She showed me pictures she's been coloring, gossiped about the other residents, and looked on approvingly while I rearranged the ornaments on one of her two Christmas trees, as they had clearly been tossed on there hastily, probably by my sister, who is always hurrying. Mom likes when I do tasks like this for her, so she was delighted. She was a little disappointed that we weren't taking her out and about, but we assured her that it was very cold and windy and a snowstorm was blowing in - none of that was a lie. From there we went to Paris Baguette, which is a chain but okay I guess, and had coffee and goodies. Then we went thrifting and the store I'd been so excited to visit was a damned trash hole and a waste of time. Snow was starting by the time we left. The last stop was a big Asian market that for some reason my sister was intimidated by and wanted my expert guidance, so odd. It was HUGE! How happy was I to to discover they had raisin shokupan. No yuzu potato chips, though, nobody has those. My sister stocked up on soup bones. Back at home, she cooked an enormous dinner, after which all of us played trivial pursuit. My brother-in-law put my old matelasse coverlet, which I gave them years ago, on the Hut bed in hopes I'd stay warm enough to sleep.

In the morning, the storm had deposited snow over ice and the temperature was quite low, plus the wind was brisk. BIL cleaned the snow off my car while I had breakfast. Even with my down-filled mittens, 20 minutes of scraping ice off my windows left my hands aching from the cold, but it was done at last. I backed out of the driveway, flipped on my wipers and...the driver's side wiper blade flew off into the snow. It's a busy street, so after pulling into the driveway I had to wait a while for traffic to clear, but I did retrieve the thing. The two of us spent about 20 minutes taking turns trying to clip the wiper blade back on. It would click into place, but was easily wiggled off again. Finally he sent me to Advance Auto Parts, where I waited 10 minutes to talk to a clerk who walked outside with me, looked at it, and said, "These are those clip ones, I don't know anything about them, you'll have to wait for Alexia." Back in the store, I stuck my hands up into my armpits to warm them up until Alexia appeared 10 minutes later. She's a very young woman, definitely under 25, and dressed in only jeans and a hoodie she accompanied me outside and spent another 10 minutes trying to get the wiper blade to stay put. No dice. We went back inside to warm up while she watched an installation video (the same one I had watched before installing these wipers on Thursday night), then tried again - nope, it wouldn't stay. We went inside again, and Useless Guy and Alexia started brainstorming for actual garages that might be open early on a Sunday in church country. I said, "Before I do that I just want to try one more time." Went out, snapped the wiper blade into its designated spot, and SURPRISE! A bunch of plastic pieces broke and flew off. Once again I went into the store and told Alexia, "I broke it! Can you sell me one?" Another 10 minutes passed as I purchased the wiper blade, but finally we were back outdoors for the moment of truth. She snapped it into place and it held, perfectly sound. I thanked her. And in my heart I vowed I would never, ever, ever buy shitty Michelin wiper blades from Costco again. 

On the way home I ate at the most demented-looking Long John Silver's. We don't have these in Wisconsin, though every bar has a fish fry on Friday nights. Fast food emporia around Christmas are just so surreal. This one was staffed by a total of two very young Black fellows (both rather handsome 😊) and they were super kind and apologetic about my protracted wait for lunch as they were filling big orders for DoorDash. Honestly, fuck DoorDash. They gave me a coupon, which I'll mail to the family eventually. Then I got into an icy roads/poor visibility kind of snowstorm for a while, then I mistakenly turned onto 90 to go up the Skyway instead of 80 to go around, so I was stuck in bumper to bumper traffic on the Dan Ryan for over an hour (so dumb, I berated myself, just bedazzled by the sun's reappearance I guess) and thus I got home later that evening than I'd hoped, and the air temperature was really cold, like 7°F. But I was home in one piece, hooray.

I came in to greet my cat and the house smelled like Satan's workshop. Turning on bright lights, I observed that he had obviously vomited copiously all over the Damned Ruggable, and Jason the cat sitter had tried to wipe it up, but it was odiferous. I texted Jason to let him know I was home and asked what the heck happened. "He threw up during the night. I did my best to clean it up," Jason said. I was more despondent than mad...Nandor just loses his damn mind every time I leave town overnight. I hastily consumed some bean soup (thanks, Past Me, for putting soup in the freezer) with a little of my raisin shokupan, Venmo'd Jason for his work, and then got out the carpet shampooer to make life less stinky until I could get to a laundromat. 

The week passed in a blur because of my volume of work, which was even more insane as I'd been out all day Friday. I only made it to the gym once. Monday morning I had a telehealth call with the CPAP people, who promised to ship out my stuff ASAP. The electrician came to hear my weird tale of woe on Tuesday morning and promised to send a quote, and Tuesday night I got my hair highlighted by Chatty Pam, who wore out my patience chattering about her five-toed shoes and how they're beneficial for heart health and Alzheimer's; also she's into Hyrox and that was good for at least 30 minutes of nonstop talk. My trivia team played Wednesday night. Thursday afternoon was my team's holiday party, which wasn't so bad - the four of us went to a nearby tavern to have drinks and fried snacks, and we played Bananagrams and Trivial Pursuit.

The CPAP arrived Tuesday but I couldn't set it up - hadn't been to the store in over a week, no distilled water in the house. Insomnia woke me at 6:00 on Thursday morning so I went grocery shopping before work. That night, I tried to set up the machine, following the video instructions, and when I got to the part about the mask - there was no mask. I carefully searched all of the packaging, multiple times, and confirmed there was no mask. Friday morning I called the CPAP people and talked to a nice rep who was skeptical about a mask not being in the package, because "those orders are picked by AI," implying that mistakes are impossible. She went to talk to a trainer, and called me back, exclaiming,"So I told her your mask wasn't in the package and she said 'of course it wasn't there' and I said 'what?'" It seems that my mask is a special small size that must be ordered separately from a different vendor, and someone hadn't done that, thus the "AI" couldn't pick it. Ohhhh okay. I was relieved to hear that no, I wouldn't have to pay extra for either the mask or the shipping, which she had earlier mentioned might be on me.

After a depressing vet visit where I learned that Nandor's glucose is still high and he's probably going on insulin soon and also he's lost another half a pound, Friday was a "normal"ish workday, just busy but not horrible, and I actually made it to the gym. Saturday I wrestled the Damn Ruggable and all three sets of sheets (last week's, guest, and current week's) to the laundromat and ran errands. Sunday, finished the shopping I hadn't done on Thursday and made a pot of vegan Irish stew that was absolutely inedible - so bitter, will definitely not ever make that recipe again, had to chuck it into the bin. Also went to the gym, and skipped the solstice bonfire because each day has only 24 hours and mine were filled. And now, Monday morning, I'm just chilling as I have the morning off, mainly because I'm scheduled for a mammogram at lunch time. I'll actually do some work shortly, I'll just "appear offline" on Teams so nobody knows I'm on there working. 

Posted by Michael Geist

Canadian digital law and policy in 2025 was marked by the unpredictable with changes in leadership in Canada and the U.S. driving a shift in policy approach. Over the past year, that included a reversal on the digital services tax, the re-introduction of lawful access legislation, and the end of several government digital policy bills including online harms, privacy, and AI regulation. For this final Law Bytes podcast of 2025, I go solo without a guest to talk about the most significant developments in Canadian digital policy from the past year.

The podcast can be downloaded here, accessed on YouTube, and is embedded below. Subscribe to the podcast via Apple Podcast, Spotify or the RSS feed. Updates on the podcast on X/Twitter at @Lawbytespod.

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([personal profile] vampyrichamster Dec. 21st, 2025 08:58 pm)
It seems I am fated to be a celery farmer. Mumm-ra I and II (the Ever-living), my celery plants spawned from a dying stump my husband saved one winter, are now clearly joined by Mumm-ra III and IV (probably Ever-living), and if I am not mistaken, Mumm-ra V and VI may also be sprouting in a couple of previously "empty" pots. This is all well and good, if my relationship with celery as a vegetable wasn't quite so tenuous. When I was little, my mum had a soup she cheerfully called ABC soup--celery, carrot and tomato in clear stock--that often showed up for dinner. I don't know why, but my tastebuds registered the boiled tomatoes and celery together as a weird clash. To this day, I can't look at a minestrone straight. My dad, when he tried hard to cook for his kids, often made stir-fried celery. It's a little better than minestrone, but again, something about celery stir-fried in soy sauce wasn't working for me. Stir-fried celery shows up a lot in Asian-American stir-fries too, probably because it's an abundantly cheap vegetable. Any stir-fried celery I encounter in my take-out goes to my spouse. And here I am, growing these ever-living bushels of celery.

But wait, you say. I like Cajun food. The base of Cajun food is the Holy Trinity, their mirepoix of onions, peppers and celery. Mirepoix is where the vast majority of the celery we grow ends up. I can tolerate any amount of mirepoix from whatever cuisine. The celery works with the other ingredients to create a specific flavour profile in a mirepoix. If mirepoix tasted mainly like celery, that's not a mirepoix. I use celery stalks and leaves in my cooking, as the leaves are a fairly common garnish in Malaysia. It's used to bring out the aroma of soups, especially for noodles, everything from simple clear broths to fairly spicy curries. It garnishes chicken soto, one of my favourite clear broths (which is taken with either or both noodles and rice). Also, it's worth noting that while clear broth with tomatoes and celery in it is still repellent, celery as part of a tomato sauce, like a marinara, is just fine. So again, as mirepoix, flavourant or garnish, finely-chopped celery shows up in a good number of our meals.

I do not, by the way, kill any of the plants that decide to survive my garden. Even the celeries I take decent precautions against to prevent spawning. That's honestly what being a local-vore is all about. The core of eating local is eating what grows seasonally where you live, the closer to you the better. (Thereby reducing the carbon footprint of your food.) I think it's also a lot about being creative with the things that will grow locally during the season where you live. Put more bluntly, you're also forced to make do with the plants that will grow for you. Before eating local was trendy, there was a time when most of the world didn't have the immense variety of produce in local markets--or for that matter many markets--than it does today. I'm not even talking about the ancient world yet. This was true even in the 1980s, when I was a child. Malaysia was one of the luckier countries, I think, because the majority of our cuisine combined Malay, Chinese and Indian cuisines in whole or part. That meant basic ingredients of those cuisines were easier to access for a large number of people. I can't, for example, imagine pandan, spring onions and black pepper being out of reach unless you lived very, very off the map. In fact, some of these things might very well have been growing in one's home garden. 

I still remember when fresh button mushrooms first started being a common sight in KL (they were tinned for a chunk of my childhood). Even the tinned mushrooms were kind of a treat, as they still had to be imported. My surprise was finding out the mushrooms were originally white. I knew about straw mushrooms as white mushrooms, but who knew these uniformly brown things in tins were white? An American friend told me that when yellow bell peppers were introduced in American supermarkets, they were considered odd in the 1980s. It turns out these varieties were originally Dutch and exported from Holland. Button mushrooms are grown in Malaysia these days (though also substantially imported), the same way candy-coloured bell peppers are grown in the US. The heirloom vegetable revival brought a pile of zany new colours, flavours and shapes to market out in San Francisco, albeit at an heirloom-esque price. California is particularly lucky for local-vores because the state grows the vast majority of America's fresh produce. Farmer's markets in SF, loci for local-vores, have impressive piles of things I'd say we're lucky to get locally. Bok choy and mangoes were not things I thought I'd find in an open-air market in the US. Personally, I wished the variety of kales would expand a little away from the European types (note: tough and bitter). Bok choy is a great start, but explaining to my spouse that kale is from the same family as the delicious, tender green vegetable I got at the Vietnamese market as the intimidating yet clearly built-to-last purple feather-duster I forgot to remove from our produce box isn't convincing. They're all mustard greens! (Also note: Blanching and seasoning with vinegar can make even the latter taste edible to someone whose childhood wasn't an endurance test of mustard greens.)

Here lies the crux of my present ramble: without the influx of tasty produce varietals, eating local would be...a more difficult creative process. We can think big, like how without the Columbine exchange or our ancestors exchanging seeds with neighbours everywhere they moved, we'd be growing a lot less types of food where we are. Just without the Columbine exchange, there'd be no potatoes, squashes, capsicums, tomatoes or corn. Trying to think of my food without garlic (domesticated probably 4000 BCE in Central Asia) or ginger (5000 BCE, Southeast Asia) makes my blood curdle. Don't get me started on chicken eggs (domesticated 8,000 years ago in Thailand). Even for a brain that likes to imagine recipes with historical subtractions and menus proper for the cradles of civilisation, there are possibilities too apocalyptic to consider. 

If we think small, the lack of agricultural innovation with the plants people had in place would still be pretty bad, honestly. Remember kale? The reason I somehow managed to still like mustard greens as an adult is because ancestral Asians decided they needed to expand their repertoire of Brassica juncea as far as they could stretch it. In Asia, mustard green flavours go from mild, almost spinach-like varieties to peppery and even somewhat astringent types. There are types for soft leaves, firm leaves, tender stems and crisp stems--or combinations thereof. Some varieties are actually grown primarily for the stems alone. As an adult, I'm fascinated by the varieties of mustard greens I didn't know other parts of Asia had. So in spite of the hillocks of greens I was made to eat as a child (greens were cheap, my mother's a health nut and she's Chinese--which somehow combines to maximise stuffing small children with vegetables), I was able to remember in some corner of my lizard brain that mustard greens taste nice.  

There's a great cookbook I have that tries to recreate from an archaeological perspective what ancient Vikings ate. This was primarily cereals and legumes, mostly porridges. Although they had bread, it was pointed out grinding flour takes significant effort for a small amount without large-scale facilities. Women were the primary millers. Female skeletons have been found with torn joints commensurate to the ones used to work a hand quern. It gave me a new respect for liquified cereals, whether porridged or fermented, as a source of nutrition. The book's primary emphasis is imagining how the different regions of Scandinavia ate with the seasons, making do with the last bit of cheese and dried meat in the pantry before harvest season, and flavouring the sameness of everyday staples to stretch what you had. While our ancestors' tolerance for sameness was forced primarily by circumstance, even back then, cooks were clearly faced with the same dilemmas we have in squeezing satisfaction from our meals. People then and now do still eat to fill our bellies, yes, but I can't imagine that, if given the choice, anyone would continuously just fill their bellies. This is as baffling as saying poverty is a choice. Incidentally, the other takeaway from that cookbook was yet again that meat in virtually every culture was once a celebratory food item. Particularly important for anyone trying to eat local is understanding the impact the Green Revolution had in feeding people who once otherwise struggled to obtain a nutritiously balanced diet. One of its offshoots was the increased availability of cheap meat protein, which requires the most intensive inputs to create. Cooked cereals/legumes flavoured with vegetables and occasionally with (usually preserved) animal protein, whether land animal or aquatic, was the daily staple everywhere before the advent of cheap chicken. I guess what I'm trying to say here is the ideal local-vore diet is probably a reflection of that. Before anyone starts yelling at me about nitrates, I do want to point out there are other methods of preservation to stretch our local proteins, outside of eating less meat in general. Which reminds me, it's been a while since I had stockfish. (It's ancient! It's a seriously ancient food!)
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([personal profile] lb_lee Dec. 21st, 2025 10:58 pm)
Sneak: I have discovered ultimate power!

Now that I have FoxitReader working on the new computer, I have regained the ability to print insta-zines out of any fancy academic articles I want! (Just as long as they're ~52 pages or less.) We have been sorting the periodicals at the sci-fi library, and we decided to snag an empty box because it was the perfect size for our bookshelf, and also many of those boxes are empty, dusty, sad, and unloved.

And then I had a great idea. @_@ What if it became our multi library box?

A bunch of the very old multi articles we have (and some of the new ones) are from magazines or 600+ page tomes with names like Transactions of the Royal Edinburgh Society, which include a gazillion articles by a gazillion people on all sorts of topics. (The Royal Edinburgh Society one not only has an early 1823 "dual personality" case, but articles on a plant fossil found in a quarry, milk of magnesia, and math.) Obviously, we aren't interested in, like, 580+ of those pages. But thanks to my trusty printer and FoxitReader, I can print out just the articles that matter to us, date them, annotate them, and put them in the periodicals box in chronological order for easy reference!

I now have seven historical articles printed:
  • Papierfliegerfalter's translation of a 1791 German medical multi case: Gmelin, E. (1791). Materialen fur die anthropologie (pp. 3-89). Tubingen, Germany: Cotta. (The original German case is already online and screenreadable at GoogleBooks.)
    • Maybe now that we have it on paper, we will FINALLY read this!
  • Plumer, W. (1859). Mary Reynolds: A Case of Double ConsciousnessHarper Magazine No. CXX, Vol. XX (May 1860).
    • A case about the lady often credited as "the first multiple," even though there's no such thing. She switched between two folks for years, and settled into one permanently after a while.
  • Dewar, H. (1822). Report on a Communication from Dr [sic] Dyce of Aberdeen, to the Royal Society of Edinburgh, "Oh Uterine Irritation, and its Effects on the Female Constitution." Transactions of the Royal Society of Edinburgh, vol. XI. Edinburgh: William & Charles Tait.
    • Early "double personality" case involving a teenage girl who'd sleepwalk/sleeptalk/go into trance and whose "sleep" memory and "waking" memories were kept completely separate from each other. This paper was listed under the mistaken titles of "Double Personality," and "Report on a Communication from Dr. Dyce of Aberdeen" in Goettman and Greaves' gigantic 1991 multi bibilography.
  • Carlson, N. (2011). Searching for Catherine Auger: The Forgotten Wife of the Wîhtikôw (Windigo). in Sarah Carter (Ed.) Recollecting: Lives of Aboriginal Women of the Canadian Northwest and Borderlands. Edmonton: AU Press.
    • The story of the wife of Napanin/Felix Augur witiko, who in Alberta in 1897 "went witiko," became overwhelmingly compelled to devour his wife and children, and begged to be killed so he wouldn't do so. The local medicine man did so.
  • Schmidt, L. E. (2010) Chapter Six: One Religio-Sexual Maniac. Heaven's Bride: the Unprintable Life of Ida C. Craddock, American Mystic, Scholar, Sexologist, Martyr, and Madwoman. New York: Basic Books.
    • Ida Craddock married an angel in the 1890s and got harrased to death for it in 1902. The chapter title comes from Schmidt tearing down...
  • Schroder, T. (1936). One Religio-Sexual ManiacThe Psychoanalytic Review, 23(1).
    • More of Craddock.
  • B.C.A./Nellie Parson Bean. (1909). My Life as a Dissociated Personality. Boston: Gorham Press.
    • earliest medical multi autobiography we know about.
  • Also Fox and Ara of Team Meg-John Barker's Plural Tarot Companion from 2025 because I think it's neat. :) (Their Plural Tarot is here!)
I had to stop because I ran out of toner (we were already low) but they all make for very small little zines! Still plenty of room in that box.

I had to stop because I ran out of toner (we were already low) but they all make for very small little zines! Still plenty of room in that box.
Still to-print:
  • Mitchell, S. W. (1889). Mary Reynolds: A Case of Double Consciousness. Philadelphia: Wm. J. Dornan. Not to be confused with the Plumer article with the same title!
  • the Anna Winsor/Old Stump case from 1889 (because that case was so hard to find, I never want to lose it again, augh)
  • This article on Alma Z. from 1893!
  • Cutten's two 1903 articles on John Kinsel, the guy who his whole college dorm knew about and they took to spanking him with textbooks to make him switch.
  • The Doris Fischer case from 1916 (turns out we had it buried in our bummer files!)
  • Brandsma's 1974 article about Jonah, just because finding ANY record of black male medical multiples is rare and terrible!
  • Everything else I can find that we keep having reference!
We can annotate terms in use... ideas of personhood... theories of cause... so many opportunities, guys! @_@
The music is great, but the plot + worldbuilding raises some issues that they don't bother to even attempt to address properly.

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Can they use their abilities in the course of their mandatory voluntary community service? Or maybe, the question is, how to use them without running into the bar on endangering other people or themselves?
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([personal profile] ranunculus Dec. 21st, 2025 08:19 am)
Solstice greetings to those who celebrate this turning point. 
I am so glad that the days will be getting longer, no matter how small the increment at first. 
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([personal profile] lb_lee Dec. 21st, 2025 07:45 am)
Sneak: with (a lot of) my friend Leaf’s help, I’ve gotten our new computer working better!

WHY DO COMPOOTER GUTS GLOW? WHY DO? DISAPPROVAL! )
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([personal profile] james_davis_nicoll Dec. 21st, 2025 11:02 am)
When I discovered Olivia Newton-John's father took Rudolf Hess into custody during World War II.
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([personal profile] james_davis_nicoll Dec. 21st, 2025 09:40 am)
It turns out if you really want to raise the profile of your writers' union, all you need to do is announce LLM-generated works are eligible for awards, as long as they are not entirely LLM-generated.
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([personal profile] jjhunter Dec. 21st, 2025 08:28 am)
What will happen after the moral equivalent of the battle of Yorktown?

I think we should have another Constitutional Convention.

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What rights and rebalances would you fight for? What values would you wage peace for?
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([personal profile] andrewducker Dec. 21st, 2025 10:59 am)
7 days ago was our earliest sunset (15:37)
7 days from now is our latest sunrise (08:44)
Today is our shortest day (6:57:37)

I am looking forward to the return of the light.
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([personal profile] ranunculus Dec. 20th, 2025 08:22 pm)
I just ate a lovely pickled okra.  So yummy.  Must grow more okra next year...

Yesterday before our work on the Red Barn, Donald and I worked on the road.  It was pelting down rain which is ideal for showing just exactly where to use the shovel.  I got involved with some blackberry vines down by the neighbor's pond and have several nasty scratches which are still making a nuisance of themselves.  We got wet enough that we had to turn around and get dry clothes before going to the barn. Fortunately it isn't cold.  
Yesterday night I got a text that there were cows out in the horse pastures.  Cody said he'd come in the morning. 

Today the Fence Charger project began with running a new ground wire from the outlet on the southeast side of the barn through the 4 tackroom light fixtures and then through the new conduit to the new outlet on the northeast corner.  The outlet works properly, the fence charger got moved to its new location.  We cleaned up and headed home.  I had just sat down in my easy chair when the sense that "something wasn't right" turned into "I know what I forgot!"  While I -had- grounded the outlet to the regular barn grounding system, I had NOT run the 8 feet of wire needed to hook the fence charger to the special fence charger ground.  This is bad because fence chargers burn up if they don't have a ground.  Donald and I jumped in the car and ran back down.  It didn't take long to run that last cable (and for Donald to find the missing hammer).  Once again we cleaned up noting that tack room #1 needed a new light fixture (simple pull chain light).  

Meanwhile, back at the Ranch, Cody was continuing to be puzzled by the actions of the cows.  They have been bunched up pushing on the fences, trying to get out, ever since he put them in Jungle pasture.  These include old cows that have been coming to that pasture for 10+ years and have never caused problems.  Yesterday they were all in.  Today most of them had leaked through the fences into the pastures to the south.  I want to put up a trail cam and see if we can figure out what was scaring them. The older cows have years of living with mountain lions and bears.  They aren't especially afraid of them as neither a black bear or a mountain lion will usually attack a 1,200 # cow.  Calves yes, but there are only two, fairly big calves with the herd and they are fine. Coyotes aren't a threat.  Dogs will run cows but usually they will leave marks on the cows, shredded ears, bitten off tails or bites on the legs. None of that is apparent on these cows.  For now we have let the herd into the House pasture where they are much more content. 

Because the cows moved into the House pasture we closed the gates around the house itself and turned on the electric fence. Mostly this is to keep the cows out of the area directly in front of the house.  When Donald and I returned for the second time I wanted to double check that the fence was on.  It was, but Donald noticed that the fence was "snapping" near one gate post. Snapping indicates a short to ground which is bad. I know this particular problem, it has been an issue in the past. I think the wire that runs under the road was done with the same batch of wire that failed at the Red Barn.  After a rather lame attempt to patch it, we pulled a new wire through the pipe  that runs under the driveway.  Really didn't take long, but it was getting dark and the third flashlight of the day had dying batteries. It was sprinkling on and off.  We turned on the power and then had to replace the last 8 feet of electric fence tape which clearly had broken some of it's tiny wires and was also shorting. The final test of the fence showed it to be good.   By then it was full dark and definitely time to go in.  



 
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([personal profile] psipsy Dec. 20th, 2025 07:31 pm)
Christmas break is here so I'm off for over two weeks. There's a chance I can be asked to go in, and there's a chance I'll do it because $$$. If not, I'll be fine.

Do I need another radio-control car? No. Do I want one? Yes. This is exactly what I knew would happen when I got the Blackfoot truck almost 2 years ago. The kit I'm looking to get requires the end user to supply their own radio, steering servo, speed controller, and motor. That sounds like a rip-off but it's really not.

All six VCRs here do in fact have something wrong with them. As none of them are from this side of the year 2000, this is somehow less surprising than if any of them worked. I still have a few options for a couple of them, so I'm not completely out of luck. But some of the older ones from the 80s, nah, they might be done. So I do what I usually do, which is put them back together and back onto the shelf with the intention of getting to them again later.

I discovered that one of them had an original price tag of about $550 when new in 1984. Adjusted for inflation, that comes out to about $1700 in 2025. I got it for free in 1994, which comes out to free in 2025. I got my money's worth from that one.

Made some more sandwich topping/dip. Sour cream base, with gorgonzola and parmesan cheeses as a thickener, bacon bits, some hot sauce, assorted spices, salt & pepper, some horseradish, and some more hot sauce to give it some kick. Except for the sour cream that's in 8 ounce increments, the rest of the ingredients are just thrown in by vibe.
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([personal profile] ink_13 Dec. 20th, 2025 04:51 pm)

KWLT's VHS Christmas Carol edition.

I can't fault their book, which is excellent. I enjoyed the adaptation of Dickens as an 80s pastiche.

Performances were uneven, but it's a musical at KWLT, so how much you want, really? I think musical direction could have been a little stronger, but Mike Elg was on stage the whole time and his physicality never faltered.

I enjoyed.

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Someone set up a bot to process a year's worth of Hacker News submissions/comments and generate an amusing summary, complete with a personalised XKCD. And, frankly, it did a great job.

"The Legacy Defender General"

A seasoned architect who spends their days patrolling the wall between actual engineering and unsustainable AI hype while desperately trying to keep their Windows 10 box alive until the heat death of the universe.
You are the only person on the internet who still remembers what a build script does and why we shouldn't let LLMs touch them without adult supervision.

Roasts

🔥 You have the energy of a man who would rather spend four hours debugging a custom Git hook than thirty seconds clicking a button in a GUI.
🔥 Your posting history is just a very long, very polite scream into the void about how AI is basically just Accenture in a trench coat.
🔥 I haven't seen someone this committed to public transport and vertical taskbars since the last time a Linux kernel developer got stuck in an elevator.

Predictions 2026

🔮 The Great Migration - You will finally buy a Steam Cube after your Windows 10 machine starts emitting a high-pitched whistle every time you open a browser tab.
🔮 AI Realization - You'll post a 4,000-word manifesto titled 'I Told You So' after an LLM successfully deletes a production database using a build script it 'hallucinated' was optimized.
🔮 Local Hero - You will be appointed the unofficial 'Minister of Trams' for Edinburgh after submitting your 100th link about geoblocking and public transport network maps.
🔮 Rust Awakening - You will successfully convince a junior developer that Rust is 'woke' but only because it respects the personal space of memory addresses.



(If you're on HN, and the site hasn't been melted down from demand yet, you can get your own here.)
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