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steepholm ([personal profile] steepholm) wrote2025-12-16 01:51 am

Fuyu Diary

2025 has been quite a year, the second half being a distinct improvement on the first. The first six months saw various troubles come my way, including a) the threat of redundancy for me and my Cardiff colleagues; b) my brother having a serious stroke; c) the Supreme Court changing the meaning of the Equalities Act to the opposite of that intended by its authors, and the EHRC turning that up to 11; and d) the roof having to be removed from my house and rebuilt, due to a design flaw in its construction.

On these various fronts - work, family, societal, domestic - 2025 took quite a scunner to me, and the feeling's been mutual. However, the second half has mitigated some of these issues. The threat of redundancy passed, at least for me; my brother is recovering, although it's a long road; the EHRC appears to have overreached itself and its more radically exclusionary policies are getting some pushback, though we're currently in a very fragile place and the country is being kept in a perpetual ferment against imaginary enemies, of whom I am but one; and the roof situation is (almost) resolved, with the scaffolding coming down just yesterday.

Nevertheless, I needed a holiday, so when my daughter told me that she'd be away for Christmas I saw the opportunity to come to Japan on my own for a couple of weeks, which is where I am now - staying, for the moment at a friend's flat in Akasaka. The area is full of embassies (my friend and her husband are both translators/interpreters among other things, so it's handy for work) and the new Prime Minister lives about 10 minutes' walk away, so it's quite a swanky area, though the swank is mostly hidden behind high walls and fences.

Coming to Japan these days is in large part about seeing friends. I took Naoko and Eric, the flat owners, to dinner on the first night, and the next day went to a lovely party at Miho's, where I discovered that my Japanese is still good enough to have good conversations, and even (like everyone else) to make a little speech, even if my jetlagged appetite wasn't quite up to making the most of the goodies begroaning the table.

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Yesterday I took a side trip to Kawagoe in Saitama - just a 45 minute train from Ikebukuro - which contains a district known since the early Edo period as 'Koedo' or 'Little Edo'. If you're based in Tokyo it's probably the easiest place to get to if you want to see 'old-time' Japanese shops and houses, which escaped the various depredations of the twentieth century. It's also a good place to buy a pickled cucumber, as I did in honour of former tenant Yuko, whose grandfather (I think it was) used to be a cucumber farmer in the area.

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Kawagoe seems to be the kind of place that everyone knows about, but despite (or because of) being so easy to get to surprisingly few Tokyo-ites have actually visited, and I will be recommending it highly to my friends, as I do to you.

This is my first time in Japan in December, so I'm not sure it's a fair comparison, but I've been struck by the relative sparcity of tourists. In particular, there are very few Chinese here, no doubt in large part because the Chinese government (which has taken offence at some of the new PM's more combative remarks) has discouraged people from visiting. It's not quite 2022 levels, but this is the first time in a long time - certainly in Tokyo - that I've see so few foreigners, other than in the mirror.

Then to the 'Blue Cave' illuminations in Harajuku/Shibuya, where I met up with Yoshiko, who translated my book into Japanese, before going with her to meet her publisher, Manabe, in the fanciest tonkatsu place I've ever seen, The Pretty Pork Factory - with an extensive menus that allows you to choose the breed of pig and the cut of meat, for an experience of fine-tuned gourmandism.

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As you'll have noticed, there's no escaping Christmas in this non-Christian country, even if you wished to. I've been Whamageddoned several times, and in Kawagoe I was even treated to Noddy Holder telling me that it was Christmas at the top of his voice, not far from this fish and chip van. Not that I've any objection!

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oursin ([personal profile] oursin) wrote2025-12-15 07:44 pm

Okay, nobody has entered the beaver lodges to check for sewing machines - yet

[F]irst wild beaver spotted in Norfolk in 500 years and Wild beavers may have spread further than we realise:

It is not clear whether the Pensthorpe beaver, whose sex and age is unknown, was illegally released into the reserve by activists using a practice known as beaver bombing. It is possible it wandered of its own accord into the Wensum – an aquifer-fed chalk river whose name is derived from the Old English adjective for “wandering”.
“It could be a naturally dispersing wild beaver,” said Emily Bowen, a spokesperson for the Beaver Trust, a charity that aims to restore beavers to regenerate landscapes. She said that there were established wild populations in eight areas in England at the moment.
Wild beavers have also been spotted in Kent, Hampshire, Somerset, Wiltshire and Hereford, she said. Norfolk has some captive beavers but none have been reported missing.

Maybe it's a sinister beaver underground conspiracy....

And if we are talking aquatic mammals, see also otters: otters’ revival in Britain. Still rare only 20 years ago, the charismatic animals are in almost every UK river and a conservation success story.

White storks to be introduced to, believe it or not, Dagenham.

A rather different story: voyaging owls: Two burrowing owls stowed away on a cruise ship out of Miami, and are now living the high life at a Spanish resort before returning to the US next month. We think they may have been in flight from being a threatened species in Florida....

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schneefink ([personal profile] schneefink) wrote2025-12-15 08:06 pm
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Books read recently: Camp Damascus, The Incandescent, Queen Demon

I have an e-book-reader with many many unread books on it. But when I'm e.g. on the underground, taking out and turning on my e-reader would be an extra step, and it's easier to read things on my phone. Which used to be fic, but now I also have the library app on my phone so I can read books I'm currently borrowing from the library. Convenient, but a side-effect is that which books I read next is more often determined by which books I finally got from my wait lists. And sometimes it is almost stressful when I get several at the same time ^^

Camp Damascus, by Chuck Tingle
Camp Damascus )

The Incandescent, by Emily Tesh
The Incandescent )

Queen Demon, by Martha Wells
Queen Demon )
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oursin ([personal profile] oursin) wrote2025-12-15 09:29 am

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Happy birthday, [personal profile] dancing_moon and [personal profile] sdn!
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oursin ([personal profile] oursin) wrote2025-12-14 06:30 pm
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Culinary

Last week's bread held out fairly well until it did a variety of mould-related activity. There were still some rolls left, fortunately.

Friday night supper: Gujerati khichchari (with cashew nuts) which I do not seem to have made for absolute yonks.

Saturday breakfast rolls: brown grated apple: Light Spelt flour, molasses, a touch of ginger (this didn't really come through, probably overpowered by the molasses): rose like absolute whoah.

Today's lunch: the smoked haddock and pulses thing - smoked haddock loin fillets baked in cream + water with bay leaf, mace and 5-pepper blend, flaked and then layered with bottled black beans (would buy again), some of the cooking liquid added, top sprinkled with panko crumbs and baked in moderate oven for c. 40 minutes, served with baked San Marzano tomatoes, and slow-cooked tenderstem broccoli, finished with lime, some of which seemed less tenderstemmed than one might have expected.

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sartorias ([personal profile] sartorias) wrote2025-12-14 08:59 am
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Wishing . . .

A peaceful Hanukkah to all who celebrate. And to all others (who are sane) let's wish that those who do celebrate can do so in peace.
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Hunningham ([personal profile] hunningham) wrote2025-12-14 01:10 pm

3 Book-related things


  1. Book tokens
    My mother gave me a book token for my birthday and I am enjoying the spending of it so much. This year I did not buy online, but went to local bookshop (Waterstones) and spent some happy time looking, and browsing, and reading before making a selection of some books I had never heard of before.

    I have come home with The Wall by Marlen Haushofer and O Caledonia by Elspeth Baker. Both wonderful. Happy serendipity. And there's rather a lot of book-token left.

  2. I was expecting advice about lifting heavy weights.
    I read Casey Johnston's blog She's a Beast Johnston is a weight lifter, and the standard column is about protein powder, or the importance of eating well, or bracing your core. Or some such.

    But a couple of weeks ago, she surprised me with a column on How to read more and yes, it's about reading more and rediscovering the joys & delights of reading, and social media distractions vs bookbookbook. Recommended.

  3. Lets take a fairy-tale and beat it to death
    I'm listening to *Princess Floralinda and the Forty-Flight Tower* on audible. This is a delight. A witch has imprisoned the princess at the top of a tower, with a monster on each floor and - as a treat - a dragon with diamond scales on the ground floor. The princess waiting for a prince, and twenty-four princes have indeed come to rescue her and they have one by one been crunched up by the dragon. (Princess Floralinda had to put her fingers in her ears because the noises are quite horrid). So she just has to rescue herself. She has the world's most unsympathetic & sarcastic fairy as a reluctant accomplice - "That’s another creature you’ve killed simply by having no brains, which makes anyone with brains feel as if it isn’t worth the headache of having them.”
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oursin ([personal profile] oursin) wrote2025-12-14 12:42 pm

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Happy birthday, [personal profile] amindamazed and [personal profile] hhw!
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shewhomust ([personal profile] shewhomust) wrote2025-12-14 09:04 am
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North London local

Lots of shopping and pottering about and enjoying the company and so forth...First, Majestic, in search of wine to mull. We were greeted by a young lady representing a wine company with vineyards in Bordeaux and Italy (chianti - is that a region, or just the name of the wine?) which we had no intention of buying, but enjoyed tasting and chatting about. This eased our progress round the store, and we found something that looked suitable for mulling, plus some things to try...

Lunch at the Rabbit Hole came up to expectations - though I should probably say "brunch", because that is the section of their menu I find irresistible. I ordered the Ottoman Empire (how could I resist?) which involved poached eggs and aleppo pepper and spicy sausage, all adrift on a sea of yoghurt. [personal profile] durham_rambler went for Alice's Fluffy Bunny, a collision between an all-day breafast and an American-style pancake stack, fruit and maple syrup and all. GirlBear's cappucino was decorated with a bunny rabbit (I tried to photograph it, but my phone decided to give me a video instead).

After lunch we went our separate ways. [personal profile] boybear walked home by the scenic route. [personal profile] durham_rambler came back to our AirBnB where - although I didn't learn this until afterwards - he decided to have a shower, but was interrupted by the arrival of the plumber. And GirlBear and I caught the bus to Highgate. We were aiming for a little light shopping, but the bus dropped us at the gates of Waterlow Park, and Lauderdale House was inviting: a sort of community centre in an originally Tudor house, though the exterior now looks eighteenth century. We wandered in to admire the building itself and the exhibitions inside. Downstairs, Mathematical Mirrors takes famous works of art and expresses them as mathematical formulae (The artist's website currently shows some examples): Slices of π, for example, renders Andy Warhol's Campbell's soup cans as a potentially infinite series of the irrational number π. Clever, but I have no idea how seriously it is intended. Upstairs, and indeed up a rather magnificent staircase, is an exhibition of Chinese calligraphy: easier on the eye but ultimrely less intriguing.

We carried on up Highgate Hill, calling in at the bookshop - and inevitably buying a book each. GirlBear's was about the moquette designs of London Transport's seat upholstery ("Niche!" she said); mine was The Penguin Book of Penguins. Higher up, admiring the shops. I was tempted to post a photo of the tumbled treasures of a greengrocer's display, but chose, for the moment, to go with this seasonal pillar box topper:

Yarn nativity


All the way up to the top, resisting the temptations of Gail's bakery, then back down as far as my knees would allow, before catching a bus home. [personal profile] boybear made us tea, eventually [personal profile] durham_rambler abandoned the plumber and joined us, and later still a great-nephew and partner joined us for a sociable dinner before heading off to a party.

And that was Friday,
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oursin ([personal profile] oursin) wrote2025-12-13 04:32 pm
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What, to absolutely EVERYONE???

I think this is an absolutely terrible idea, and that they should be giving book tokens, and, okay, maybe recommendations, but letting people choose their books:

30 authors on the books they give to everyone

I am in particular stunned by the choices of Some People, e.g. Colm Tóibín's Christmas Downer:

There is a book I buy as a present that never goes out of fashion. It is The Good Soldier by Ford Madox Ford.... the extraordinary plot creeps up and bites you before you know where you are. The narrative curls and twists; the narrator knows too much or too little. But at some point the appalling and ingenious nature of the treachery – what is called “cheating” nowadays – becomes apparent and you feel that you have been let in on some intriguing and explosive secret. It is perfect, thus, for Christmas.

I am also beswozzled by what Tessa Hadley considers comfort reading: Rumer Godden??? Okay, some of her works fall into that category, but on the whole I would not consider the ones she does name - The River in particular - exactly comforting.

Much as I love them, I would not press into anyone's hands Middlemarch, The Fountain Overflows, Cold Comfort Farm or The Pursuit of Love, urging that they they must read this.

I am reminded of GB Shaw's rewrite of the Golden Rule, about not doing to others as you would be done by, as tastes differ.

Take it away, Sly and the Family Stone!

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Helen ([personal profile] heleninwales) wrote2025-12-13 04:30 pm

Mist and trees

We're not yet quite half way through December, but I'm already starting to feel end-of-yearish. I've started working out my goals and plans for next year and I've just been through my photos and failed to find 10 that I felt were special enough to feature in a "Best of the Year" album. I could only find 6 which can be seen here...

Which brings me to yesterday's photo of trees silhouetted against mist. There was mist down where we live, but after doing the Co-op shop and driving up to see my friend M, I discovered that up where she lived was clear. If I'd had time and a better camera with me I could probably have got some really interesting shots, but I was already a few minutes late so could only trot quickly back down the hill a little way and grab a phone shot.

Mist & trees

In other news...

I am still struggling with the video about the Quaker locations around town. To be honest, if I hadn't told so many people that I'm doing it, not to mention having done the walk and spent time shooting video, I'd just quietly forget all about it. However, I've cut the voice-over script drastically and will have another attempt at pulling the thing together, making it much shorter.
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oursin ([personal profile] oursin) wrote2025-12-12 08:52 pm

Thundering up over the horizon....

Suddenly it seems like Christmas is more imminent than I thought - I was going, oh, it is only the beginning of December, and now we are nearly 2 weeks in and aaaaargh.

Anyway, I have managed to get off the book tokens for the great-nieces and nephews - I was waiting on my sister coming back to let me know that, yes, they are all still readers, and then looked again at her email in which she said, would let me know if not....

So I got on to that and I had clearly erased from memory how immensely tiresome Waterstones site is should you want to purchase physical gift cards for several people, you have to make a separate purchase for each one, moan groan, and quite soon reached point where credit cards went 'we are sending you OTP' as you put in details yet another time.

Am feeling a bit generally fratchy today after a night troubled with resurgence of hip issue - probably due to a certain amount of standing about at Institution of Which I Am Honoured to Be A Fellow's Party yestere'en.

Had a moderately agreeable time and pleasant conversation but am still irked that the email issue remains unresolved.

Also, having determined to ring opticians to confirm appointment for dilation test - after a very satisfactory, insofar as holding one's head in awkward positions and having lights flashed in one's eyes can be thus designated, eye-test on Wednesday, at which it was determined I did not need new glasses, hooray, hooray, person I was dealing with right at the end looked at my notes and asked how long it was since they did a dilation test, which resulted in booking me in for a week's time. However, did not get any confirmation, odd I thought since they had been inundating me with texts and emails reminding me of the eye-test. So I was going to ring them but then they rang, going ooops, we are actually closed that day for training, can we reschedule. So rescheduled.

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radiantfracture ([personal profile] radiantfracture) wrote2025-12-12 10:53 am

Weird. (a game)

Hey, I posted my game! You can find it here.

Playtests welcome. It is a solo storytelling/journalling/story creation horror game. It uses a simplified version of solitaire to drive the story.

[ETA] From the writeup:

And yet the sun rises.

Weird. is a horror game about a flawed protagonist confronting their worst nightmares.

I, a troubled character, am alone on the longest night of the year.

You, a storyteller, use prompts and the inevitability of card order to tell a story for me, driven by fear and fate.

I am tormented by unfinished business, which, as you know, is a great way to become the target of supernatural forces.

Enjoy bringing about my nearly inevitable and almost certainly miserable end, but also maybe final moment of grace, redemption, or transformation, in Weird.

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Title-wise, I went with Weird, as an archaic synonym for fate, styled with a period: Weird.

I liked the suggestion of Patience quite a bit, but this isn't really a game about being patient. I'd want waiting, duration, something like that, in the mechanics somewhere. Actually, maybe I'll try to make such a game, since I still seem to have Game Fever. Maybe it's to play in waiting rooms.

As predicted, the game jam I made has not posted to the Itch calendar, so I am the only person who knows about it or has submitted anything. But I tried!

Thoughts on the possibilities of this mechanic )

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Qua writing tool, I find the game a pretty decent method for creating something between a detailed outline and a rough story draft.

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Helen ([personal profile] heleninwales) wrote2025-12-12 04:30 pm

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The rain had stopped yesterday but we could see by the speed the clouds were moving that it was still very windy. Unless the wind comes from one particular direction, we don't get much wind down by our house, so we can get caught out when planning a walk. There are time when it's calm as we set off, but as soon as we leave the shelter of the valley, we get the full force of the wind. Therefore our plan to walk to the coast was shelved and instead we did a circular walk round a quiet lane that forms a loop.

The weather was very grey, so the photos are not exciting. This shot was taken looking back down the winding lane we'd just walked along.

Looking back

There's really nothing in the way of arable crops grown round here, but these look like some sort of fodder beet. The sheep will no doubt be turned out in this field later this winter. More photos here... )

There's always something new to see, even when we've done a walk many times before. I'm sure this cottage has had a makeover since the last time we came this way. The windows and white paint look new. Note also the devastation wreaked by Storm Bran. The green wheelie bin has been blown over.

Cottage

Shortly after passing the cottage we saw some highland cows, but I couldn't get a decent photo due to the hedge and the fence, so you'll just have to imagine them.




In other news...

Speaking of decent photos, I looked back over the photos I've taken during 2025 and couldn't find any that I was proud of. The photos are not particularly bad but none stand out as good either. I've got into a rut again. I'm just snapping things I see while on the walks I do with G. I think I need to make more effort and go out on my own with a camera and take photos more mindfully, at least a couple of times a month.
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shewhomust ([personal profile] shewhomust) wrote2025-12-12 10:35 am
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Home from home

We set off before midday (later than I'd like, better than I feared) and reached our destination by 7.00, with a lunch break at The Tawny Owl on the Neward bypass. We didn't intend to stop at a pub, but followed the signs for services and that was where they took us. So we lunched on things with chips, while the car charged at an extremely pricey charger: and since we were done before it was, can't claim that the pub stop delayed us.

Our AirBnB (a new one to us) is midway between the Bears and the Tube. I have been getting quite stressed about it, so was glad just to arrive and confirm that it exists and we could get in. I suspect that the main problem was a cultural one: they asked for additional identification, which rattled me, and then delayed sending instructions: how very 20th century of me, to want this stuff in advance, when I should have been happy to stand on the doorstep, phone in hand, before receiving the passcode. We unloaded, did a minimum of unpacking, and then headed round to the Bears - and then my phone went off, from our host (though not at the number they had given me) demanding to know where we were, because the plumber was trying to get in. So [personal profile] durham_rambler came back here, let the plumber in, and the two of them spent the next half hour hunting unsuccessflly for the fitting he was supposed to attach. This morning I logged on to the wifi and found the message that we whould expect a plumber (sent at 7.15, which must be when, if not after, we left the property) and a second message, sent half an hour later, saying "Just a quick update — the plumber is already at the property now and is carrying out the repair on the shower hose. It will be a very quick fix." Will it, indeed?

Despite all this, we had a mostly) relaxed evening with the Bears, and made plans for the next few days. Right now, [personal profile] durham_rambler has removed the car from the parking space which is not available berween 10.00 am and noon, and taken it away to feed it; he will return to collect me and take me to Majestic, to buy wine for mulling. Then we will meet the Bears at the Rabbit Hole for lunch. This evening we have a date with a great-nephew. So all is good.
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oursin ([personal profile] oursin) wrote2025-12-12 09:37 am

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Happy birthday, [personal profile] avendya, [personal profile] cesy, [personal profile] tazlet and [personal profile] trude!
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oursin ([personal profile] oursin) wrote2025-12-11 03:05 pm

More London and heritage links

This is rather news to me - I think of people protesting the enclosure of commons as doing this a) a lot earlier and in more rural parts: Today in London’s parklife: 1000s destroy enclosure fences, Hackney Downs, 1875:

The 1870s were a high point of anti-enclosure struggles in the London area, following on from a decade of (mostly, though not exclusively) peaceful campaigns to prevent large open spaces being developed in the 1860s. Wanstead Flats in 1871, Chiselhurst Common in 1876, Eelbrook Common (Fulham) in 1878, all saw direct action against fences, as part of long-running resistance against the theft of common land.
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Many of these struggles were characterised by the large-scale involvement of radical movements, as London radicals, secularists and elements who would later help to form socialist groups made open space and working class access to it a major part of their political focus. Radical land agitation, notably through the Land and Labour League, was beginning to revive the question of access to land as a social question, and within cities this manifested as both battles to defend green space, and propaganda around the theft of the land from the labouring classes.

The struggle is not over:
Centuries of hard fought battles saved many beloved places from disappearing, and laws currently protect parks, greens and commons. But times change… Pressures change. Space in London is profitable like never before. For housing mainly, but also there are sharks ever-present looking to exploit space for ‘leisure’. And with the current onslaught on public spending in the name of balancing the books (ie cutting as much as possible in the interests of the wealthy), public money spent on public space is severely threatened.
Many are the pressures on open green spaces – the costs of upkeep, cleaning, maintenance,
improvement, looking after facilities… Local councils, who mainly look after open space, are struggling. Some local authorities are proposing to make cuts of 50 or 60 % to budgets for parks. As a result, there are the beginnings of changes, developments that look few and far between now, but could be the thin end of the wedge.
So you have councils looking to renting green space to businesses, charities, selling off bits, shutting off parks or parts of them for festivals and corporate events six times a year… Large parts of Hyde Park and Finsbury Park are regularly fenced off for paying festivals already; this could increase. Small developments now, but maybe signs of things to come. Now is the time to be on guard, if we want to preserve our free access to the green places that matter to us.

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HEIR, the Historic Environment Image Resource:

HEIR’s mission is to rescue neglected and endangered photographic archives, unlock their research potential, and make them available to the public.
HEIR contains digitised historic photographic images from all over the world dating from the late nineteenth century onwards. HEIR’s core images come from lantern slide and glass plate negatives held in college, library, museum and departmental collections within the University of Oxford. New resources are being added all the time, including collections from outside the University.

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Dragon’s teeth and elf garden among 2025 additions to English heritage list:

The heritage body publishes a roundup of unusual listings to draw attention to the diversity of places that join the national heritage list for England each year.
As well as the anti-tank defences, this year’s list of 19 places includes a revolutionary 1960s concrete university block, a model boat club boathouse built in 1933 by men who were long-term unemployed, and a magical suburban “elf garden”.

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Art history is too important to be the preserve of the privileged:

The act of looking has become commodified as technology companies ‘mine and sell our attention like coal’, as Kee writes. Letting art history become endangered and drift further into elite status is not only unfair, it’s also perilous. ‘Art history gives you tools to interpret the visual world and makes you more of a critical viewer of political messages, advertising and a barrage of social media images,’ says Perry. ‘It’s dangerous if you can’t examine these things critically.’

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oursin ([personal profile] oursin) wrote2025-12-11 09:36 am

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Happy birthday, [personal profile] crookedeye!
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radiantfracture ([personal profile] radiantfracture) wrote2025-12-10 09:10 pm

(Repost) Atmospheric River

As we are once again fording the atmospheric river, here's the villanelle (!!) I wrote about the one in 2022:

(Climate Change Villanelle)
After an image by K.

Consider the atmospheric river
as a dragon, slithering through peri-
apocalyptic skies. The end is never

reached of all this rain. Its teeth of silver
gnaw the bones of men who refused boldly
to consider the atmospheric river

as a dragon, not just as the weather,
winning us the wages of false bravery:
apocalyptic skies. The end is never-

ending. Consider the dragon, glitter-
ing, greedy, cruel and wise; now carefully
consider the atmospheric river

as an alternative to the wither-
ing coils of smoke, wildfires' choking, hazy
apocalyptic skies. The end is never

quite what you expect or would prefer.
Drink if you wish, smoke up, get high, daily
consider the atmospheric river,
apocalyptic skies. The end is nigh.
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schneefink ([personal profile] schneefink) wrote2025-12-10 08:57 pm

Silksong: the "epilogue"

I played very little Silksong in the past 1-2 weeks and did pretty much everything I wanted to in my first playthrough (before the DLCs come out) so now is a good time to post the "epilogue" notes.

Things I did after the true ending )

Some more thoughts )

LPs I watched )

I already know what I want to play next: Hades 2, of course. (But probably not this year, I have a huge backlog of books etc.)