Intention is not yet act

May. 22nd, 2026 09:45 am
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To clarify: what we did yesterday was the secular and bureaucratic equivalent of calling the banns.

This has to be done some while before the actual ceremony (although one has to present evidence that this is booked): presumably to allow time for the sibling of the mad previous partner one is keeping confined in the attic to travel from the Caribbean and burst in to interrupt it.

But many thanks for the congratulations!

New Worlds: The Annals of History

May. 22nd, 2026 08:11 am
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"History is written by the victors" is a familiar adage, and it holds a lot of truth in it. But as an analysis of who specifically is writing the history, and what they're out to do, it falls a bit short.

First of all, we should acknowledge that history -- like many intellectual fields, and perhaps more than some -- really does involve standing on the shoulders of, if not giants, then at least the ordinary-sized people who came before you. Until we invent time travel, there's no way to go back and get fresh primary data on, say, the Battle of Marathon; we have a limited number of ancient sources on any particular topic, and some of those sources are probably based on their fellows, narrowing the pool even further. There are also histories we only know about because a later historian mentioned, summarized, or outright quoted those in the course of writing their own work. Archaeology can fill in some gaps, but not all of them, and not of all kinds. When we're extremely lucky, a document turns up that contains a previously unknown fragment of somebody's history, but that's rare.

So who are the giants whose shoulders we're standing on?

Some of them are, to put it bluntly, dilettantes. Some guy (it's usually a guy) with time and money decides to write a history of his current era, a past one, or -- if he's feeling really ambitious -- a sweeping account of everything up to the present moment, at least in his own land, or maybe the whole region. Or the whole history of the world! If he's writing about the more distant past, he assembles all the previous histories he can gets his hands on and synthesizes them into one narrative, maybe with the aforementioned summaries and quotations. But what does he do when those sources disagree? If he's a rigorous fellow, he'll note the disagreements and perhaps offer his own judgment on which one is more reliable. If he's not, then he'll just choose and not tell you . . . or even make up his own answer, based on his philosophical convictions and what "makes sense."

But while the dilettantes can be interesting, where I find this actually fruitful for worldbuilding is the more official end, where the Powers That Be get involved.

It's not uncommon in history, but vanishingly rare in the fiction I've read, for there to be a royal chronicler of some sort whose job is to record the events of the monarch's reign. This can be anywhere from a tool of governance ("let's look up how we handled a similar situation before") to an exercise in ego-stroking -- with those two options not being mutually exclusive! It can also be a tool of legitimization, when the chronicler's job extends past the current reign into the events that came before. A history of a dynasty burnishes the credentials of its current scion; if the dynasty is new, this may be even more important, as the chronicler lays out the arguments -- genealogical, supernatural, or what have you -- that justify why the current guy ought to be on the throne.

. . . and yes, this does sometimes mean that "history" ought to have sarcasm quotes around it. A chronicler's job is not always to record fact, but rather to create a historical narrative that favors his employer. Someone who refuses will rapidly be out of a job, imprisoned, or even executed -- and the latter two fates can also befall the dilettante who writes an unfavorable account.

But not always! While it's often true, especially in older eras, that history is written to flatter those in power, there are some fascinating exceptions.

The Veritable Records of the Joseon Dynasty from Korea are a truly astonishing historical resource, covering nearly five hundred years in nearly nineteen hundred volumes. But even more impressive than their scale is their completeness and integrity, thanks to a well-regulated system. There were eight historians tasked with recording current affairs; the king was always accompanied by at least one and forbidden to conduct official business without a historian present. Then, after he died, those daily records and other sources like administrative accounts were compiled into an official version whose drafting and revision were overseen by ministers and scholars.

What's truly gobsmacking here is the information security they practiced. After the official account was finalized, all its sources were destroyed, to prevent information from leaking out via other routes. Sounds like a recipe for flattering revisionist history, right? Except that even the king himself was not permitted to read the official history. Only authorized historians could do so, and if they spilled anything about what it said -- much less tried to change it -- they faced serious punishment. They had so much editorial independence and legal protection that it led to a famous incident still remembered more than six hundred years later: when King Taejong fell off his horse and tried to order his accompanying historian not to record that event, not only did the historian note the fall, but he also included the order he ignored.

Furthermore, the Veritable Records existed in multiple copies held in different locations -- a security measure that's the only reason we still have the earlier volumes, since all but one copy were destroyed during the sixteenth-century Japanese invasion. Making those duplicates was of course aided by the existence of printing presses: by the time the Veritable Records began, Korea had movable type. Doing the same thing in, say, eighth-century Europe would have been wildly more difficult.

If similar security measures had been taken with the text known as the Secret History of the Mongols, we might not now have the massively frustrating gap left by someone literally cutting pages out of it. The last bit of text before the hole has Genghis Khan saying "Let us reward our female offspring" -- and given that other records allow us to piece together the scale of power and influence his daughters wielded, it's a tantalizing lacuna. I await someone with the proper Mongolian chops to give us the alternate history we deserve, about one of them rising to become khatun over her father's mighty empire!

Given the interest right now in "dark academia" as a subgenre, I'm a little sad we don't have more stories about this process of making history and all the tensions around it. Whether it's the discovery of some fragmentary text that undermines the official narrative, a royal chronicler balancing a commitment to truth against the desire to keep his head on his shoulders, or a Joseon-style historian defending a priceless archive against political attack, I feel like there's real potential there!

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(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://www.swantower.com/2026/05/22/new-worlds-the-annals-of-history/)
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Hestia is sleeping against my knees. Earlier in the night she hopped onto the bed where I was reading, trampled my ankles, and curled herself into a gravitational field of black fur. At dinner she stretched forth her delicate paw and clobbered as her rightful prey a portion of [personal profile] spatch's haddock. Out of this week's three doctors' appointments, one was objectively encouraging and I am acting toward its future which I cannot yet believe in. I have so many moving parts to keep track of. I feel like eighteen and a half plates in the air. In lieu of room in my life for real convalescence, I am reading a lot in the evenings, accompanied by cat, which is where she came in.

Ask me questions

May. 22nd, 2026 07:43 am
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I am very very wrecked (because of something I did on purpose which I hope was useful, but which I did knowing that it would burn all my spoons and crash me for several days).

If anyone would like to distract me by asking me questions about things I enjoy rambling about (see my DW for recent topics, as well as the perennial ones), PLEASE do so, I would be deeply grateful.

(no subject)

May. 22nd, 2026 12:00 pm
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My IRL friend Blurr has joined DW! He posts about videogames, anime, and other cool stuff at [personal profile] radiokomorebi so if you've got similar interests, feel free to take a gander. I've been trying to bring more IRL friends to Dreamwidth (for my own selfish reasons: I don't like the social media sites they're on and want to convert them to mine). Every such success shall spur me to never stop trying!

Hosting a Regular Dance

May. 22nd, 2026 12:36 am
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So, I was poking around some old journal entries today, and found this gem1 from 2012. It's me, saying I'd like to start a dance, host something regular. A chance for my friends to get together with me and do a wide variety of fun stuff.

It's from me not-quite-a-year out of college. Bright and a little naive and always the kind of optimistic that says "what if I could get all my friends to come dance with me!?". Not really thinking about the stress of balancing schedules and the difficulties in advertising and promoting and ensuing the regulars have reasons to come back and the new people have reasons to try it out and everyone can have some fun. I do appreciate the part where I say "in an ideal world I'd just pay for it myself".

It took me twelve and a half years after that post to have the first instance of GenderFree SCD in Somerville. It's not Oella North --this is not an open format "whatever kinds of dance we feel like" melange. It's just Scottish, with a waltz thrown in at the end.

But tonight I was one of twelve dancers, and it was a week with no "newbies" as it were. I looked around at one point and my brain said "I am here with my friends!" and that is true, that is what it is. One of the friends is someone I only met because of this, because she found it random and started attending regularly. Some of the friends primarily do other dance forms, and this is how I am slowly dragging them into SCD. Some of the friends are more experienced than me. One of the friends is my high school friend!

It was twelve tonight, and I think at least 2/3 of the April nights had seven couples. This wasn't even everyone who's shown up more than a few times! I have _regulars_ and I have enough regulars that it feels increasingly like I have something _sustainable_. There are still more steps to go to reach the highest dreams, but oh gods, the dreams that have already come true are so amazing!

part of the genesis for this is the idea of having a space to do Scottish Country where no one cares about your gender or who you're dancing with

I have _successfully given myself that space_. I built it with my own two hands, except that's not true at all, I built it with my own community and all our hands together! And we are continuing to build it, and expand it outwards. A floor where we care about each other's genders in the sense that we love and respect these myriad identities, but no one thinks any of them have anything to do with where you dance.

Tonight we were doing presumptive dances from Book 55, and it felt _so good_ to approach that as a team and a puzzle. We tried out four of them (part of my words goal for tonight is to type up the notes so I can pass those along) and it was great fun! I don't think we would've done so many if we'd actually had beginners this week, but we didn't and so it was marvelous!

It felt good also to be able to make eyes at each other about the various divisors being so clunky about their language. And also, honestly, to be in a space where I could start us off with "hey y'all, I think I'm gonna just do a mental find/replace on role terms" and have people think that's dandy.

And if I'm being extremely vain and just a little smug, it felt really good to be in a space where we tried one of the dances that CambridgeClass tried Monday night. I didn't dance it then, my observation from the side of the room was "hm. That seemed. Semi-disasterous". The two people who did dance it then, seemed to like it much better tonight, and several of the rest of us thought it was extremely good as dances go.

And yeah, a little bit of that is me! I am good at teaching and I'm especially and increasingly good at teaching this class. But a lot more is that I successfully recognized the space that wanted to exist, and bullied it into existing. I built it, and they came, and by they, let's just say, well. The dancers!

It's real great and it makes me _abundantly_ happy, every single week.

I hope you are also happy!

~Sor
MOOP!

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Crafts

May. 21st, 2026 10:52 pm
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How to weave an obelisk with Dave Jackson The Stick Smith

Dave Jackson a.k.a. The Stick Smith teaches how to weave a willow obelisk, for climbing plants; be they peas, sweet peas, runner beans, jasmine, etc.


This is a very sophisticated weaving method. It's not so much difficult as it is particular. Following these steps will give you a very consistent and durable structure. However, you could just as well make the basket ribs and do a simple over-and-under weave that would suffice for many garden purposes.

Weaving is a garden craft that lets you make many useful things. It also lets you obtain more yield from your permaculture or other garden. Many types of willow can give you a near-endless supply of excellent weaving materials. So will bushy dogwoods, hazels, and some types of maple. You can use these whips to make baskets, mats, obelisks, fences, and more depending on how thick you let them grow before harvest. Coppicing is the technique of cutting back a bush or tree so it sends up new shoots. You can do this for many years with the same plant.

It's a Jetta

May. 21st, 2026 11:14 pm
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It was an interesting ride to Enterprise. The guy I've been talking to picked me up and we were talking, got onto the topic of writing. He's doing a post apocalyptic thing where he wants to subvert the toxic masculinity you often see in dystopic fic and queer it as well (the character is a bi man) and he is a Huskerdust Hazbin fan. I'm surprised he was so comfortable to tell me about a queer story here in deep red southern Ohio. Maybe in the fall I'll try harder to get a SF/F/Horror writers group going at the library. Maybe there is more of us than I know.

The car is a Jetta. I haven't been in a Volkswagon since my mom's 1970s Bug. I had to dig out the owner's manual three times before I got home because shit wasn't where I'm used to it being in my Japanese cars. Also how to tell I haven't been in a car in almost a decade? Within an hour I bashed my knee into the steering column, knocked my skull into the top of the door, jabbed my elbow into that same door. I'm already over the Jetta and they gave it to me with no damn gas. Why is the gas tank on the wrong damn side?

I drove it to my coffee shop, went inside. Not one seat open and six people ahead of me in line. I leave, go to Kroger for road snacks (forgot my toothpaste) go back. It's still jammed but I get at seat. WTF? It's just a random Thursday morning. Are people taking off already for Memorial Day? I'm there trying to write and hoping my book will come at the library before I leave tomorrow. It didn't.

Come home, did laundry but didn't do much else. I don't have to leave until later tomorrow because Evil Little Dog has work and I don't want to be sitting in her driveway waiting. I have a list. I feel like I'm going to leave something.

At 4 pm I get an email. Book is at the library. Head desk. Well now I can get my toothpaste and the book tomorrow (I have to go to Jackson to get to where I'm going)

I took a swing at that not-likely shot at the demon anthology curated by V. Castro. It's worth a shot and I really like that story. I did edit the Appalachian one thanks to ELD's beta but I also shelved it for now since that open call seems hinky.

Science

May. 21st, 2026 08:50 pm
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Humans have a seventh sense called 'remote touch' that allows us to detect objects without physical contact, according to scientists

Scientists believe that humans have a hidden sense of touch, called “remote touch,” that extends beyond the nerves in our fingertips.

In new experiments, volunteers detected objects buried in sand without making contact – successfully identifying hidden cubes with about 70 percent accuracy.

The discovery suggests that people can perceive faint pressure ripples in loose materials, much like certain shorebirds that sense prey beneath wet sand.



Interesting but not new. Some professions rely on extremely sensitive touch, including remote touch, and have all along. People with mystical abilities commonly sweep a hand above an object to read its energy field. Far more people can feel mystical energy than actually see it -- a sense of heat, cold, pressure, or tingling similar to electricity.

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the shore remembers

May. 21st, 2026 09:40 pm
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Horror Writing Prompt #2189: #slipstream
#horrorprompt

the shore remembers

I slip from the stream
of your presence
into your vacancy
caught in a draft of
daytona intensity
only to learn
that races on the beach
are things of the past.

05-21-2025

Fossils

May. 21st, 2026 08:35 pm
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Discovery overturns long-held assumptions about Earth's earliest complex lifeforms

Life on Earth became complex very slowly. Before forests, fish, or dinosaurs existed, tiny cells called eukaryotes appeared. These cells later gave rise to plants, animals, and fungi.

Scientists have long wondered where these early cells lived. A new study from Australia suggests they remained near the seafloor in oxygen-rich waters rather than floating near the ocean surface.



Note that this means "complex single-celled organisms" not "complex multicelled organisms."  The eukaryotes did eventually expand into larger creatures, and this does show some of the background behind clusters like the Ediacaran biota.

Planning.

May. 21st, 2026 08:45 pm
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In the absence of my parents being in the city, and in the absence of either of my brothers being willing to host dinner - my sister in law G. is worn out from work conferences and I don't think it's worth asking given my sister in law E. to begin with - I'm torn between going out to the movies, or staying in and watching a movie.

I'll likely stay in. Nice as it'd be to go out, it's not like I don't have enough movies I want to see, and I can make my own popcorn. Also, it's to do my own Shabbat on occasion.

In other news, pulling out a box of paper clips at least 14 years after putting them away in case I might need them because I finally needed them is one of the stronger reinforcements of my pack rat tendencies I've had in a good long while. I seriously don't know how long I've been carrying them around - probably since grad school - and today, I needed them. And there they were.

Feeling my goddam feelings, ugh

May. 21st, 2026 11:45 pm
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The good news is that today has been less uncomfortable in the ineffable way that yesterday was.

The bad news is that today I've just been depressed. )

today in movement

May. 21st, 2026 11:24 pm
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Pilates on the terrace: delightful, except that every time I stopped weighing the mat down with my personal body (due to, for example, lifting up a limb to wave it around) the wind started folding it back up under me.

Pilates more generally: realised today that in addition to normally doing clam and hip stretches at the end of Pilates, and the current Hip Trouble having started after a couple of weeks of not managing that part of the routine because I was only getting as far as doing my bare minimum get-on-the-mat-and-breathe... a whole bunch of the movements incorporate, essentially, sciatic nerve glides. There's another entry to the list of But What Has Pilates Ever Done For Us...

Meanwhile I am out of routine and therefore also eating less protein than I've been managing upcountry, and o have just for the first time since the initial DOMS wound up with post-gym soreness. I have a horrid feeling that my medium term future might contain protein powder; in the short term, dinner was heavy on eggs and tofu.

And, regarding DOMS, last night's "... huh" was about the (extent of) overlap of symptoms and progression with those of post-exertional malaise. This is not yet a fully-formed thought, but it's definitely trying to be a thought. (As part of the theme of "a whole bunch of the experiences of disabled people around embodiment actually do form a continuum with those of the temporarily able bodied, and so do management strategies".)

The Girl in Red, by Christina Henry

May. 21st, 2026 02:52 pm
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A very loose take on "Little Red Riding Hood," set in modern times post-apocalypse!

Cordelia, nicknamed Red because she hates her given name and always wears a red hoodie, is the sole survivor of her family. She's traveling the post-pandemic wilderness to get to her grandmother's house in the woods, armed only with an axe. She's used a prosthetic leg since losing one in a car crash when she was a child, so people underestimate her. They shouldn't.

The story alternates between her post-pandemic journey and the events leading up to it, when Red lived with her mom (a Black college professor), her dad (white, I forget his job) and her older brother Adam. Red is about 20, Adam is about 22; they're both college students. Red is extremely into horror movies and preparing for danger, so she sees the urgency of the pandemic well before most people. Unfortunately, that's not enough to save her parents and brother.

I was absolutely glued to this book, staying up past midnight to finish it, despite its many flaws. If you, like me, enjoy a small scale apocalypse story with a focus on the logistics of survival, this is a must-read. The logistics of survival bits are GREAT.

It's repetitive (HOW many times do we need to be told that Red can't run fast because she has a prosthetic leg?), everything is over-explained, Red is somehow able to use a small axe to kill multiple men armed with guns (all at once in addition to sequentially!) despite having no training, and the ending is incredibly abrupt and has more loose ends than a half-finished sweater. I cannot believe the author's chutzpah in setting up all sorts of fascinating mysteries only to have Red conclude that she's not the main character (what?) and so no longer cares that she'll never know the answer to any of them. Okay, but I care!

And yet, I enjoyed the hell out of it, right up to the non-ending. I am just a sucker for people searching for beef jerky in looted supermarkets and rescuing kids.

Spoilery details.

Read more... )

Halfway through this book, I was looking up all of Henry's other books, which are horror or thrillers, many dark fairytale retellings, so I could read them all. When I got the end, I looked up their reviews. Many mention "abrupt" endings and none of the rest are post-apocalyptic, which was by far the best part of the book, so I will probably leave my reading of her books right here.

in which we utterly fail to take it easy

May. 21st, 2026 09:20 pm
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Today was supposed to be a nice short easy walk of a day.

We started walking a few minutes after eleven. We caught the bus home -- well, to the pub down the road from our hotel for dinner, because once we got to the hotel boy howdy were we not leaving again -- at quarter past five.

It wasn't challenging walking, it was all basically level and the hardest part was that we were often walking in roadways, pressing ourselves against the hedge or ducking into driveways when a car went by. And we did see some lovely things, including another dolmen, and we walked out onto a part-time island that's only accessible at low tide, which was very cool. But we also walked through a bunch of not that interesting residential areas, and had to scramble across a rocky beach and clamber up its bank onto private land and sneak away to the road when our GPS utterly lied to us; we think its trail was probably programmed before all the residential construction we were walking past and through, because it absolutely insisted that we were supposed to be walking through places that were absolutely not possible to walk through.

Anyway, I am wiped, and we have to be up and out early to get to the ferry port for our day trip to the even smaller island of Sark, population 500 people (rising to 1,000 in the tourist season when seasonal tourism workers arrive) and zero cars. Fortunately I do not need to squeeze in time for breakfast, since the only thing I'll be consuming before we make landfall is a pill. But we'll ask if we can grab some bread and cheese and breakfast meat from the cold buffet before we leave, and picnic when we get to Sark.

As for recounting today's adventures, though, that's not happening tonight, and probably not tomorrow either, given our schedule. Geoff's blog of today is up, though, with a few pictures; he is less wiped than me, and also he travels with his laptop so he can type on a proper keyboard whereas I'm swipe-typing on my iPad.

G'night.

Vocabulary: Marla

May. 21st, 2026 03:29 pm
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I stumbled across this post:

Essential Tips for Budget-Friendly House Construction in Pakistan

Building a dream house is a major milestone, but managing the construction cost in Pakistan can be highly challenging due to fluctuating material prices. Whether you are building a 5-marla or a 10-marla house, careful planning is the key to avoiding unnecessary expenses and staying within your budget.


So of course I got curious and had to look up what a "marla" was:

The Real Estate Puzzle: Understanding Marla Sizes in Pakistan

​In the intricate world of Pakistan’s real estate, few things cause as much confusion for new investors as the “Marla.” It is a term deeply rooted in the history of the subcontinent, yet its definition seems to shift depending on where you stand.

You might buy a plot believing you own a specific amount of land, only to find the calculations don’t match your expectations.
​Why is a Marla 272 square feet in one area and 225 square feet in another? Is it a scam, or is there a method to the madness?



It's fascinating to see how units of measurement relate to things that people consider important, which vary in different cultures. Add colonialism and that just complicates it further. But it's fascinating to explore.

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