Promotion: If I Was Your Girl

In case you missed it, Meredith Russo's If I Was Your Girl is available for purchase today. It's a YA novel with a trans girl protagonist, written by a trans author who is also my friend on Twitter and generally awesome.



I haven't read this book yet, but it's so high on my reading list it's basically #1 right now. Meredith is sweet and funny and clever, and we need so many more books written by trans authors. I'm really excited to see If I Was Your Girl published and I hope we see lots more from Meredith.

Open Thread: Snowgrass


[image] I live in New England; it was Tuesday.

I'm sure there are a plethora of places you could use to replace "New England" in that sentence and end up with similar Tuesdays.

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Narnia: Passing Time

[Narnia Content Note: Racism, Violence]

Narnia Recap: Shasta has run away from the Narnians.

Obligatory note about racism, intent, and Lewis is here.

The Horse and His Boy, Chapter 6: Shasta Among the Tombs

Haha, did you think we were going to see Aravis any time soon? I DID TOO, but we were wrong. It would seem that Lewis has a really hard time being crowbarred out from the white male point of view character he's imprinted on.

Okay, I will freely admit I am starting out snarky here. It is a valid writing choice to follow Shasta's path out all the way to the "dead-end" and then backtrack to take up Aravis' path. It's not a writing path I would use here, and it reminds me personally too much of video game mechanics where split-the-party mechanics end with everyone hanging out in a big waiting room, but it's a valid choice. However, I went to sleep last night thinking "well, at least I get to write about Aravis in the morning" and that isn't panning out, so y'all get snark.

  SHASTA RAN LIGHTLY ALONG THE ROOF on tiptoes. It felt hot to his bare feet. He was only a few seconds scrambling up the wall at the far end and when he got to the corner he found himself looking down into a narrow, smelly street, and there was a rubbish heap against the outside of the wall just as Corin had told him. Before jumping down he took a rapid glance round him to get his bearings. Apparently he had now come over the crown of the island-hill on which Tashbaan is built. Everything sloped away before him, flat roofs below flat roofs, down to the towers and battlements of the city’s Northern wall. Beyond that was the river and beyond the river a short slope covered with gardens. But beyond that again there was something he had never seen the like of—a great yellowish-gray thing, flat as a calm sea, and stretching for miles. On the far side of it were huge blue things, lumpy but with jagged edges, and some of them with white tops. “The desert! the mountains!” thought Shasta.

I said waaaaay back in a previous chapter that there are glimpses and pieces where I feel Shasta was channeling an earlier ideal of a City Street Rat. I don't know if there was an earlier draft (seems unlikely) or if Lewis got the idea from 1,001 Nights (along with much of the rest of the aesthetic) or if it's only there for me, but there's these glimpses of a Shasta that isn't our Shasta. He's good at stealing, and good at not being caught. Now he's running over roofs like a pro despite never before having left the ground.

He's also getting his bearing pretty quickly, given that this place really ought to feel impossibly big to him. I mean, he's lived his entire life among rural villages of maybe a few hundred people but now he's capable of taking in at a glance where he is and how to get to the meeting-point they've already agreed upon. I'm impressed, and I don't know whether to chalk this up to spotty characterization (Shasta is what the narrative needs him to be), racist characterization (Shasta is the best because he's white), or my pet theory that this is a glimpse of an older, earlier, more competent and morally-gray Shasta who was a proper "city pauper" in contrast to Corin's princeliness.

Repost: Moral Event Horizons

[Ana's Note: By popular demand, this is a re-post of an old deconstruction, partly to have content while I struggle with my ongoing disability challenges and partly so that newcomers can comment on old conversations.

The original post is here. I have not edited the content.



Narnia Recap: Edmund has slipped out of the Beavers house and is heading for the Witch's home.

The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, Chapter 9: In The Witch's House

   AND NOW OF COURSE YOU WANT TO know what had happened to Edmund. He had eaten his share of the dinner, but he hadn't really enjoyed it because he was thinking all the time about Turkish Delight -- and there's nothing that spoils the taste of good ordinary food half so much as the memory of bad magic food. And he had heard the conversation, and hadn't enjoyed it much either, because he kept on thinking that the others were taking no notice of him and trying to give him the cold shoulder. They weren't, but he imagined it.

Regular readers of this deconstruction will possibly recollect that I have an unexpected soft spot in my heart for young Edmund, so in this chapter, it probably won't be too surprising to see me take an issue here or there with the narrative. What I wasn't quite expecting was how soon into the chapter this would occur.

Open Thread: Caustics


The glass gallon jug was free to good home.  Its shadow and caustics are seen here outside of the building where I found it.  The sun was bright, the wind was strong.  The dark shadow that goes out of the right side of the picture is from note saying it was free, it's being blown straight up here.

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[Added:] Sorry about initially publishing this without a name, and as a political season reminder, please take any stuff on the election to The Slacktiverse.  In fact, I've just made an open thread just for political stuff over there.

The platform there is kind of overly cautious when it comes to new faces so your comment might not show up right away if it's your first time posting there, but I'll make sure that it's told your not an evil spambot once you've made your first post.

Open Thread: Blue Too


They're sort of like giant sequins that are designed to blow in the wind.  As they blow they catch the light differently, creating an ever changing pattern.  This was a sunny day so the light and dark was particularly pronounced.

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Open Thread: Blue


Floor of a Greyhound bus, low light.  The key to finding pretty, it has often seemed to me, is to always be open to finding it even when you're not looking for it and wouldn't expect it.  Maybe it's hiding on the floor of a bus, maybe it's the way light is reflected off of water glazing the concrete area where commuters wait for rides and buses when their journey on the T is over.  Actually reflections have a lot of potential.  Sun in the sky: blinding light, don't look it'll kill your eyes.  Sun reflection on largely flat water that has a gentle breeze rippling the surface: Sparkly!

Or maybe it's a rust formation on the metal sidewalk of a drawbridge.  Maybe it's the light through the leaves or the stitching pattern on a textile you never thought to take a close look at.  Maybe it's the way light comes through a dirty lampshade, or the bark on a tree.  Maybe it's those monochrome rocks they keep around the subway tracks, or lichen on a rock that you usually don't have time to notice.

Maybe it's the floor of a Greyhound bus.

The world is full of pretty once you start taking notice of it.

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Xanth: Very Honorable Men

[Xanth Content Note: Rape, Misogyny, Self-Harm]

Castle Roogna, Part 8

When we last left Xanth (er, over a year ago, sorry), the Harpy Faction (air-creatures of all descriptions) and Goblin Faction (ground-creatures) were closing in on Castle Roogna. They are not, to be clear, particularly concerned with the humans in Castle Roogna; instead, they are closing on the site through the magic of Murphy's curse, which is sort of a play on "Murphy's Law" except not really.

Dor asks King Roogna what weapons they have left, and it all has a very quaint D&D slash McGyver slash Chopped feel to it, because you have to use everything in the basket to pull out a win. They have a Pied-Piper flute that makes people follow it, a two-inch ring that anything which passes through disappears forever, and a Major Forget spell. Vadne enlarges the ring to a thin hoop despite it being outside the normal limits of her "neo" (i.e., not-up-to-sorceress level) talent because fuck any kind of consistency when it comes to Vadne.

Chapter 11 starts with the words "Zombies ahoy!" because a centaur lookout has noticed that the Zombie Master has shown up with his horde to help. The problem is that there's a huge army between the castle and the zombie horde and they were really hoping to have the Zombie Master INSIDE the castle so that he can set up his laboratory and start zombifying people. I don't really understand this, because I thought I remembered his talent to be essentially touch-based and immediate, so why he can't just carve his way through the goblin army, zombifying things as they go, is unclear. The book just sort of asserts that the goblin army is a Problem, but I mean, it's the Problem that the zombie horde was brought here to solve.

Thing Of The Day: Rogue One

Also, here is some nice things in the wake of the new Star Wars trailer.

Xanth: A Romance Series

I plan to revive my Xanth deconstruction soonish, but I wanted to share this. It was a good affirming thing for me to realize.

Narnia: Noble and Free-Born People

[Narnia Content Note: Racism, Violence]

Narnia Recap: Shasta has been taken in by the Narnians so that we can observe their conversation from the character's POV.

Obligatory note about racism, intent, and Lewis is here.

The Horse and His Boy, Chapter 5: Prince Corin

Welcome back to Chapter 5! When we last left Shasta, he was idling in the corner while the Narnians planned their escape. That's fine. I explained why I'm theoretically okay with this as a rhetorical device. But now the author is faced with a rather big problem, namely: since the Narnians are going to where Shasta wants to go, and since their way seems a lot more fun and less dangerous, why can't he go with them?

Open Thread: South Station Spring


Taken on the 24th of March at South Station in Boston.

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Open Thread: Painted Truck


Seen in Portland Maine on Wednesday.  I can make out "Love", "Peace", and "Music", not much else.

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Open Thread: Polluted Art


The hard part isn't getting the picture, it's getting the picture, once on computer, to look the way the thing did in real life.  Anyway, the rains have come.

Before summer heat I actually prefer the snow.  It's not that I like shoveling, it's just that snow (as opposed to wintery mix and other states of near-snow) is dry.  Even the types that cling until your body heat melts them can't soak you as fast as rain.  Soaked and cold is very bad.

But on the plus side: no shoveling, watered plants, and snow doesn't do nearly as nice looking things with the fluids of leaky cars.


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Narnia: Rearranging the Bookends

[Narnia Content Note: Racism, Violence, Rape]

Narnia Recap: Shasta has been taken in by the Narnians so that we can observe their conversation from the character's POV.

Obligatory note about racism, intent, and Lewis is here.

The Horse and His Boy, Chapter 5: Prince Corin

When we last left Chapter 5, Edmund was asserting without any evidence at all that he thinks their host is likely to forcibly marry Susan and/or make her into a slave (which is worse, according to him).

   “But how can he? Does the Tisroc think our brother the High King would suffer such an outrage?”
   “Sire,” said Peridan to the King. “They would not be so mad. Do they think there are no swords and spears in Narnia?”
   “Alas,” said Edmund. “My guess is that the Tisroc has very small fear of Narnia. We are a little land. And little lands on the borders of a great empire were always hateful to the lords of the great empire. He longs to blot them out, gobble them up. When first he suffered the Prince to come to Cair Paravel as your lover, sister, it may be that he was only seeking an occasion against us. Most likely he hopes to make one mouthful of Narnia and Archenland both.”

I've been staring at this passage for a couple of weeks now with no idea what to do with it because there's just so much to unpack here and I don't know where to start. I'd like to attempt a summary.

SUSAN: But Peter.
PERIDAN: But army.
EDMUND: Have you noticed they both suck?

Disability: Chronic Pain, Disability, and Opioid Access

[Content Note: Pain, Disability, Addiction, Self-Harm]

Storify below the cut.

Open Thread: Nature's Ice Breaker


Not that long ago.  Wednesday.  I had to drop off primary computer at the Best Buy to have it sent out for repairs.  It's a long walk, definitely an hour each way.  I think they remodeled the mall a bit.

Coming home the sun decided to race me.  It bet that it could set before I could reach Clark's Pond to have an unobstructed view of the sunset.  It won.  But as I got there I saw geese.  There were at least five, maybe more, but at first I saw only two.  One was standing on the ice as a goose naturally would.  the other was this one.

This goose is not surrounded by water, unless by "water" one means "hydrogen dioxide regardless of physical state."  No.  It is in ice.  But it swims.  Because why should the pond being covered in ice stop it from taking a swim?  It cuts trails through the ice, leaving water in it's goose-thin wake.

It is nature's ice breaker, and it will not let a little something like the fact the pond is completely frozen over stop it from having a swim.

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Disability: Oranges and Disability Accessible Items

[TW: Abuse, Disability]

So, this happened yesterday. My tweets immediately went viral and I've had about 3,000 notifications (give or take) in 24-hours. I figured I'd share it here, though I don't have a lot more to say on the subject.

Storify under the cut.

Open Thread: At the Docks


Something I saw at the docks a while back.  For people who aren't fans of wheels.

The Casco Bay Bridge goes over the Fore River Estuary and passes almost directly over the spot where The Scotia Prince used to dock.  The Prince was a cruise-ferry, or is that a ferry-cruise?  It went from Portland, Maine, to Yarmouth, Nova Scotia.  (It also had gambling once you hit international waters.)  Over a decade ago it stopped operating; there was a major health problem in the terminal (mold) and in the end they were evicted and the building demolished.

I don't know who owns the docks there now, but they're using them for shipping goods instead of people.  Usually you don't see anything but the containers the size of an 18 wheeler trailer which are designed for easy switching from ship's cargo to truck's shipment.

Sometimes there's something different.

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Narnia: Wife or Slave

[Narnia Content Note: Racism, Sexual Violence, Orientalism]

Narnia Recap: Shasta has been taken in by the Narnians so that we can observe their conversation from the character's POV.

Obligatory note about racism, intent, and Lewis is here.

The Horse and His Boy, Chapter 5: Prince Corin

I can't quite believe we're only in Chapter 5. When we last left Chapter 4, Lewis cut a conversation midway through because I presume he was trying to add suspense. But the short version is: Susan doesn't want to marry Rabadash, she suggested that they leave Tashbaan "this very day" (which would be unreasonable and insulting to her host, but I'm not sure if Lewis didn't know that or if Susan didn't), and Edmund looked very grave and asked that the doors be shut against possible spies.

Incidentally, if you missed it in the comments last time, gehayi reminded me that I wrote this: Loving Her Less. I recommend reading it, because I'm pretty proud of it and we're at that place in the book and now moving forward. Onward and upward.

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