thursday reads and things

Jun. 19th, 2025 04:30 pm
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What I recently abandoned reading:

I got just over halfway through Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao before deciding that YA mecha is not my thing, even when it's a YA mecha AU of Chinese history. I think I'd rather read an actual historical novel or even nonfiction about Wu Zetian, who seems to have been an impressive-as-hell woman. (I will take recommendations!)

What I'm reading now:

Lamentation, the 6th Shardlake book by C. J. Sansom. (An actual historical novel! 😁)

What I recently finished watching:

S2 of Andor, which as I said, weirdly ironic to be watching as we grapple with our own ascendant Evil Empire. The pacing of this season was strange, big time-skips and characters that had seemed important in S1 (or in early episodes of S2) disappearing completely, or reappearing briefly only to be killed. I was expecting more about Mon Mothma's family, after all the screentime lavished on the wedding and her sort-of-blackmail situation. I was also expecting more of a resolution, though that's probably because I only vaguely remember Rogue One, so a lot of the breadcrumbs were, "wait, who was that again?" instead of, "aha!" for me. But I liked Kleya a whole lot, and also the snarky ex-Empire droid, and some of the spycraft bits were fun.

What I'm watching now:

We are giving American Primeval a try, despite it probably being on the violent/gory side for our tastes. We're two episodes in, and - I immediately recognized Shorty Bowlegs from the most recent season of Dark Winds! (Derek Hinkey, playing Red Feather.) Also, there is a local(ish) woman in it, Nanabah Grace from Cortez just down the road, who plays Kuttaambo'i. An article about her in the local newspaper was the way I first heard of this series, actually.

I'm enjoying the historical stuff; it's set during the Mormon War, which I actually researched a bit for my Yuletide fic, the premise of which was that the main reason that Deseret became an independent republic in the alt-history of Francis Spufford's Cahokia Jazz was that President Buchanan backed down in the face of united Mormons and natives, as both religion and respect for the tribes were stronger in that universe's US. I also like seeing the Old West, even though it was all filmed in New Mexico pretending to be Wyoming, although I'm getting a bit tired of the washed-out sepia filter.

What I recently finished playing:

Okay, not quite finished, but I have completed the last major quest in Mass Effect: Andromeda, so it's basically over. (I mean, the credits rolled! Therefore, it's over!) I know that Andromeda is considered ME's poor stepchild, but - I really enjoyed it. The "major threat to the world as we know it!!1!!one!" of the main trilogy is such a staple plotline of video games like this that I appreciated the "survive, explore, and (hopefully) thrive in a NEW UNIVERSE (and also defeat the major threat to the world as we know it)" plotline for its novelty. I thought the structure of quests opening new planets and objectives in a rough but not strict order worked well, and I really liked that most (maybe all?) decisions are not hugely critical, so you don't doom yourself to a bad ending by choosing X instead of Y. I did check the wiki a few times when I was nervous about things, but pretty much none of these decisions made any real difference, which meant I was free to actually role-play as "what WOULD (me as) Sara Ryder do?" and I find that much more relaxing.

I wasn't quite completionist - I didn't do all the fetch quest type quests, and I didn't do one vault (Elaaden, which I might go back and do), but I did pretty much everything else. I liked the glyph puzzles, and I hated the Architects, ugh. I played mostly as what in the main trilogy would be Infiltrator (combat + tech). I romanced Liam (after a fling with Peebee). It was fun!

What I'm playing next:

I think I will try some shorter games; I got Lorelei and the Laser Eyes a while back because a friend recommended it, and Skabma - Snowfall from a recent deal, because it looked pretty. I might try Baldur's Gate 3 again - I never managed to get into it and found it frustrating and annoying. Eventually I plan to get Dragon Age: The Veilguard, and also probably Clair Obscur: Expedition 33, which I've heard good things about.
(Or sell me on your favorite adventure game!)

When Life Looks Like a Movie Set

Jun. 19th, 2025 08:57 pm
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Posted by John Scalzi

The little island town of Burano, which for all the world looks just like someone set designed the place. Cute tiny colorful homes set next to a canal? Check! You half expect Popeye to show up, singing a sea shanty. But it is, indeed, real. And apparently it’s against the law to change the house colors without permission. The things you learn.

We’re still on vacation. It’s still lovely.

— JS

The Big Idea: Auston Habershaw

Jun. 19th, 2025 06:19 pm
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Posted by Athena Scalzi

There’s magic to be found everywhere you look, even in a mall! At least, such is the case in author Auston Habershaw’s newest novel, If Wishes Were Retail. Come along in his Big Idea to see how this idea initially set up shop in his brain.

AUSTON HABERSHAW:

When I graduated from college, I had a really clear idea of what I wanted to do with my life: I wanted to be a novelist. I’d already written a novel during college (I will never inflict it upon anyone, I promise) and I figured, if I worked hard and focused on my goals, I’d be a professional author making a comfortable salary by the time I was 25. 

I’ll pause here for your peals of laughter. 

Done yet? No?

…(checks watch)…

Okay, okay—the point here is that I needed to get a job in order to pursue my dreams. For that period of time (my early-mid twenties), the idea was to get a job that wouldn’t occupy much of my attention so that I could focus the balance of my efforts towards writing. That’s how I wound up doing a lot of odd jobs and minimum wage gigs. I was a coffee barista, a restaurant server, a lifeguard, a swim instructor, a theme park performer (I dressed as a pirate), an SAT tutor, a hotel bellhop, and so on and so forth. I spent most of my time broke and barely able to pay rent and in the evenings I bashed my head against a keyboard until words came out and I published exactly nothing. I was exhausted, usually hungry, but still chasing that dream. 

And that, right there, is where If Wishes Were Retail comes from. Everybody’s got a dream, right? And the world just gets in the way, you know? Money, opportunity, luck, health, family—the list of obstacles to “making it” are endless, or so it seems. Enter the genie.

I mean, everybody’s thought about it, right? If you could get 3 wishes, what would they be? We ask ourselves that, over and over, because just about no one is content with the state of their lives. There’s always some mountaintop we have yet to reach, and the only way we feel we’ll ever get there is, essentially, an act of God. A lottery ticket. A mysterious stranger, offering us a deal for our soul. A genie in a lamp. Rare, mythical things; unheard of strokes of fortune. We all recognize that is never going to happen to us. The world just doesn’t work that way. 

But what if it did? Say we have a genie and he’s just there, you know? In public, doing his thing. Anyone can just walk up and make a wish. Now, of course, the genie has goals of his own and dreams he’d like to see realized, so he’s charging money for wishes. Cash. Walk up to him with a stack of twenties and plonk it down and BAM, you could have the life you’ve always wanted. What would you wish for? How much would you spend?

When preparing to write this book, I asked people I met those two questions. I would say “what if you could make a wish, but it cost money? What’s the wish? What would you pay?” This was a fascinating experiment. First off, a lot of people wouldn’t wish at all. They assumed the genie was malevolent and they wouldn’t get what they paid for. Second, people would make outrageously powerful wishes (World peace! A cure for all cancers! My own private moon!) and then offer some piddling sum, like ten bucks or something. “What’s it matter,” they’d say. “It doesn’t require any effort on the part of the genie! What does he care?” Everyone agreed, though, that the money—having to pay for a wish—sort of ruined the “magic” of it all. Money got in the way of their dreams. 

I wanna repeat that last bit: money got in the way of their dreams. Ya THINK? Could, possibly, money and the way our economic system works interfere with people’s ability to achieve happiness and satisfaction in their lives? NO, SURELY NOT. Everyone, we live in capitalism, the fairest and most beautiful-est system ever, where the only thing that stands between you and complete material and spiritual satisfaction is hard work! Just work hard, and everything will work out! I have been informed by my lawyers that this is entirely 100% accurate with no loopholes or conditions whatsoever. 

Hang on, someone is handing me a note…

…oh.

Oh no.

And, not only, does our capitalist system make it difficult to achieve our dreams, it also just so happens that we, fallible mortal creatures that we are, are incorrect about what we want! We wish for stupid, selfish things! We seek self-destructive ends! So, like, even assuming you manage to run the gauntlet of 21st century late-stage capitalism to somehow, maybe hack your way to the top of the artisanal bagel shop market only to realize you hate it and are miserable anyway. And that, friends, is a super-common problem that not even a genie can fix! How’s the genie supposed to know that you would hate being a fashion mogul? And even if he knew, would you listen to him if he told you?

I wrote this book to reflect upon the ways in which our grind-mentality, sleep-when-you’re-dead, coffee-is-for-closers culture has led us astray. Our society has created essentially infinite obstacles in an unending labyrinth that we have been told leads to happiness and fulfillment and we expend such massive amounts of energy seeking these things only to miss sight of all the things we could have that are right in front of us. It’s tragic sometimes, but it’s also funny and absurd and just, like, life you know? What are you gonna do, not be human?

Anyway, I wrote a book about this. It’s funny and it has a genie in a failing mall seen from the point of view of a teenager with big dreams, just like I was. Just like maybe you were or even are. Here’s hoping it’s exactly what you want and exactly what you’re willing to pay. 


If Wishes Were Retail: Amazon|Barnes & Noble|Bookshop|Powell’s

Author socials: Website|Bluesky|Facebook

Read an excerpt.

Juneteenth 2025

Jun. 19th, 2025 12:52 pm
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Posted by Judy G. Russell

A cause for celebration

It’s only been a federal holiday for four years.

But it isn’t new… not at all.

It all started back 160 years ago today, on the 19th of June 1865.

Juneteenth.

Google doodle Juneteenth 2025

That’s the day on which, it’s believed, the very last persons held in bondage in what had been the Confederacy learned of their freedom.

And it happened in Texas:

(It) was on June 19th (1865) that the Union soldiers, led by Major General Gordon Granger, landed at Galveston, Texas with news that the war had ended and that the enslaved were now free. Note that this was two and a half years after President Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation – which had become official January 1, 1863. The Emancipation Proclamation had little impact on the Texans due to the minimal number of Union troops to enforce the new Executive Order. However, with the surrender of General Lee in April of 1865, and the arrival of General Granger’s regiment, the forces were finally strong enough to influence and overcome the resistance.

 

…The celebration of June 19th was coined “Juneteenth” and grew with more participation from descendants. The Juneteenth celebration was a time for reassuring each other, for praying and for gathering remaining family members. Juneteenth continued to be highly revered in Texas decades later, with many former slaves and descendants making an annual pilgrimage back to Galveston on this date.1

And it spread from there — with ups and downs as conditions and circumstances changed, but never disappearing, never diminishing in its importance.

First officially recognized in Texas in 1980, by 2021 it had become either a state holiday or ceremonial holiday in most states. And that year, in 2021, the Juneteenth National Independence Day officially joined the list of federal holidays.2

Even Google with its doodle above is marking Juneteenth.

A day of celebration.

A day of reflection.

A day of self-education.

A day of activism.

A day to look at history and reflect and grow and learn.

Juneteenth.

Nothing new — except its significance to us all in the times in which we live.


Cite/link to this post: Judy G. Russell, “Juneteenth 2025,” The Legal Genealogist (https://www.legalgenealogist.com/blog : posted 19 June 2025).

Image: Google Doodle, 19 June 2025

SOURCES

  1. History of Juneteenth,” Juneteenth.com (http://www.juneteenth.com/ : accessed 19 June 2025).
  2. Wikipedia (https://www.wikipedia.com), “Juneteenth” rev. 19 June 2025.

Move Over, Hallmark

Jun. 19th, 2025 01:00 pm
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Posted by Jen

Tired of the same ol' "Happy Birthday"s, "Congraderaultions", and "I Want Sprinkles?" Then consider these inspiring sentiments the next time you order a cake.

Perfect for the neighbor kid's party!

Assuming you're moving soon, of course.

Here's a solid, any-occasion choice:

Although it's especially effective when dropped off anonymously in the office break room.

For when the get-well and sympathy cards just seem too namby-pamby.

Because you can never be too specific.

I think I speak for Amy & Claudia when I say: that had better be chocolate.

There's this new "budget-friendly" home insurance plan around: It doesn't actually cover any losses, but you do get this nice cookie cake:

If only all bad news were delivered via cake. Can you imagine?

"He's breaking up with me?? Why that lousy, rotten, om nom nom ooh, hey! Raspberry filling!"


Thanks to Anony M., Kris K., Lauren M., Gal N., Amy D., & Melissa K., who might go back to cards after this.

*****

P.S. Prepare for a triple dose of "Awww," because LOOK HOW CUTE:

Rex the Green Dragon

This teeny pocket-sized dragon comes in a bunch of different styles: wearing aviator goggles, nursing a singed wing, even skateboarding, heh. It's hard to pick a favorite; they're all so stinking adorable!

*****

And from my other blog, Epbot:

of a runaway American dream

Jun. 18th, 2025 10:56 pm
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[tumblr.com profile] angelgazing just informed me that there's a movie coming out in the fall where Jeremy Allen White plays Bruce Springsteen - here's the trailer - and idk but all I see and hear is Carmy from The Bear (the only thing I've seen him in) so it's not working for me. He has a very specific *gestures* everything that's not translating for me. I guess we'll see!

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Mixology Monday At Salar

Jun. 18th, 2025 08:24 pm
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Posted by Athena Scalzi

If you’ve been reading my posts for a bit, you may remember me doing a piece or two over my favorite restaurant, Salar. The posts I’ve done have been featuring their wonderful monthly wine dinners they host, but today I’m here to talk about one of their other monthly events I enjoy: Salar’s Mixology Monday!

This was the second Mixology Monday I’ve attended, the theme of this one being “Blended Beverages.” Listen, I’m a basic white girl, you already know I love a fun, blended bevvie. What I dislike, though, is the sound of a blender, especially if I’m dining at a fine establishment. It totally ruins the vibes and detracts from the classy aura of a really nice restaurant.

Fortunately, our lovely mixologist for the evening feels the exact same way, and the event was held on the secluded back patio of the restaurant so we wouldn’t disturb other guests. Salar’s back patio is my favorite patio in Dayton. It has a beautiful pergola, pretty string lights, and tons of plants that make it feel vibrant and lush.

Check out the mixologist’s setup:

A bar-station set up on one of the patio's tables. There's several different bottles of liquor, a bucket of lemons and limes, fresh herbs and sliced berries, and a thing of tajin and black volcanic salt for rimming glasses.

I thought it was odd there was a dish of poppyseeds, but upon closer inspection it was black lava salt for rimming the glass. My (silly) mistake!

Since Salar is a Peruvian restaurant, I started off with a blended Pisco Sour, which I was informed is the national drink of Peru.

My blended pisco sour, frozen and icy with four drops of bitters on top.

This was so light and refreshing, the fact it was all icy and frozen only added to that refreshing-ness. She actually let me mix this myself, which was fun.

One of my favorite things about Salar is that when you dine here, their version of “bread for the table” is housemade pita and hummus, which was served at this event, as well:

A white bowl holding some triangular pieces of pita, and there's a smaller black bowl in the middle containing the hummus, which is green in color due to the herbs they use in it. It sits atop a bed of spinach.

Their hummus is so unique, it’s super herbaceous and fresh tasting, and their pita is perfectly golden brown and crisp. I love that they start you off with something so fun compared to just regular bread and butter (not that I don’t also love good bread and butter).

Unlike their monthly wine dinners, where everyone is served their own plate per course, the Mixology Mondays have a smaller crowd (only about ten people) and are more casual in tone, so the food is served family style on larger platters that get passed around, and you just take however much you want and put it on your own plate.

Here’s some roasted veggies we were served:

A big white bowl full of roasted squash, roasted bell pepper, green beans, mushrooms, all that good stuff.

There was also a salad with grilled chicken, elote, and some kind of really yummy green dressing over top, but I failed to get a picture of that one. I do, however, have a picture of the tofu dish the kitchen made for someone with dietary restrictions, and that looked tasty:

A small grey plate with some salad, topped with two giant chunks of tofu that are dark orange in color, probably have been marinated and grilled the same way the chicken was.

Actually, I now notice that the salad the tofu is sitting on top of is definitely the same salad mix that the one with chicken had, so just imagine that salad but with chicken on top instead and that’s what I had.

Of course, gotta get our second bev going:

A super cute pineapple shaped glass filled with a reddish pink liquid. The drink is topped with a blackberry and a raspberry, plus a pineapple frond for garnish.

I absolutely love this pineapple glass it was served it, plus the pineapple toothpick and pineapple frond decoration was so cute. This drink was made with blackberries, raspberries, I honestly don’t remember what else but it was so fruity and totes delish! I felt transported to a hammock on a beach.

Even though I came alone, everyone was sat at one long table and I ended up having some great conversations with my tablemates. It was so fun chatting, sharing food, sipping our drinks, it was definitely more friendly and chill than I was expecting. Good vibes all around.

And to finish the evening, a strawberry margarita made with Mezcal, with a tajin covered lime for optimal enjoyment:

A short glass filled with pink liquid. The drink is topped with a lime wedge that is covered in tajin.

As you can probably tell, it was pretty warm out so the drinks did tend to melt kind of quickly, but they tasted just as good in liquid form as frozen form, so I can’t complain too much.

All in all, both the food and the drinks were super summery and tasty, the conversation was easy-going and fun, and it was just a pleasant way to spend a Monday evening. I look forward to the next one of these I attend.

What’s the best complimentary bread and butter you’ve had at a restaurant? Do you like pisco sours? Let me know in the comments, and have a great day!

-AMS

Window Pain

Jun. 18th, 2025 01:00 pm
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Posted by Jen

Bakers, in case it's been a while, this is your friendly reminder to go ahead and spruce up those window display cakes. After all, without them the customers might have to rely solely on your signage to evaluate your baking skills:

And nobody wants that.

("I'll take a Sahara and two small Mojaves, please.")

Now, your display cakes say a lot about your bakery. Ideally, you want these things to be positive, like "Look! Our cakes don't show the dirt at ALL!"


Or, "Yes, we CAN cut out small pieces of paper!"


Or even just "Divorce!" written in German:

Your displays also showcase the things that are most important to your bakery.

Like spelling:


And the fact that you never make the same mistake more than twice:


And finally, remember: when it comes to drawing in potential customers, you can never go wrong with a really good wizard cake:

Guaranteed to work like magic.

Thanks to Elizabeth R., Mary I., Erin Z., Kate, Catherine C., & C.M., who think that last window might have a few kinks to work out.

*****

I usually like to tie in my product links to the final cake, so this is an EXCELLENT time to plug my friend Scott's side-job:

Off To Be The Wizard

Lucky for y'all, Scott's a writer.

This is the first book in a hugely entertaining series about a modern day guy who tweaks some software code and ends up in the middle ages posing as a wizard. It's HEE-LARIOUS. Go check it out if you need more fun stories in your life.

******

And from my other blog, Epbot:

The Big Idea: Aimee Ogden

Jun. 18th, 2025 02:25 pm
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Posted by Athena Scalzi

Coming back to ideas with fresh eyes is always a good idea. For author Aimee Ogden, it was eight years before she revisited the story that would come to be her newest novella, Starstruck. Check out her Big Idea to see how she made this story shine.

AIMEE OGDEN:
Ten years ago, I had the Big Idea that would become Starstruck: a world where each falling star held a soul that would animate whatever plant or animal it fell on. What would happen if those stars stopped falling? And what about when something got a soul that was never supposed to have one?

I wrote a book I loved about that idea—a fantasy for YA readers—and queried it with around a hundred different agents. And I got an equivalently hundred-adjacent number of rejections. C’est la vie écrivaine; I cried, presumably ate a cookie or two about it, and buried it in my trunk of failed stories, never to be seen again.

It turned out that out of sight did not mean out of mind. Starstruck haunted me (the book itself embodied, occasionally, in the person of a friend who also cared about it a lot), until two years ago, I exhumed the story’s corpse, and I was happy to find it still had good bones. They just needed to be arranged into a different order; and there was a fair bit of carrion flesh to strip away, too, to pare it down to a novella.

I still had a magical world of falling stars. I still had the same main characters: an abandoned human child, a gentle fox, her pragmatic radish wife, and a rock with delusions of destiny. Even the climactic moment stayed almost unchanged from the original version, except for the paring back of some elements that had proved extraneous to the story.

But the original version was YA, and the story had centered around the human boy. I hadn’t read widely enough yet to expand my conception of what a lead character could or should be. Coming back to it, I knew right away that I only wanted to write about a middle-aged radish. A magical middle-aged radish with a soul, and her enormous love, and her silent, squashed-aside regrets, and her utter inability to cope with a chunk of granite that told her it had a name and a birthday and a favorite color.

If I’d been paying more attention, I probably should have known where the story’s emotional heart lay the first time around—in the original version, the final scenes take place from the radish perspective. Even before I understood this was her story, I must have sensed that the needed closure could only come from her.

Or maybe I couldn’t have known yet. Eight years is a big gap to develop and change as a writer, and to accrue emotional baggage besides. Without that time, and without the double regret of failing with and then abandoning Starstruck, it couldn’t have been the same book. And as pleased as I was with it the first time around, it’s better now for its chance for maturation, and I have more room in my well-used, middle-aged heart with which to love it. Maybe you do, too. How do you feel about radishes?


Starstruck: Publisher website

Author Socials: Website|Bluesky

Red Silks (by eliade) (E)

Jun. 18th, 2025 09:59 pm
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Shows: SGA
Rec Category: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Categories: M/M
Words: 3111
Content Notes: Aliens yet again make them do it, Rodney's drugged with an aphrodisiac, John's restrained, dubious consent
Author on DW: n/a
Author's Website: eliade's SGA fic on LJ, and old website on Wayback (SG1, other fandoms)
Link: Red Silks on LJ, and backup on Wayback
Why This Must Be Read: This a delicious, very tropey AMTDI/Aphrodisiac fic, where the aliens have decided Rodney needs to have his way with John for trade relations, so they've drugged Rodney and tied John down in a lush bedroom. Yes, it's non-con or at least dub-con, but as they both want each other it's in the usual PWP tradition. Eliade is a gorgeous writer and the story's deliciously erotic, sensual, and super hot. Rodney, stoned and vaguely accusatory, edges John mercilessly, and John's turned on but increasingly frustrated POV is highly amusing. A classic romp in the genre.

snippet of fic )

Today in “Look at This Dork”

Jun. 18th, 2025 09:48 am
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Posted by John Scalzi

Someone is a little too excited to be on the Scalzi Bridge, with the Scalzi Church in the background to the left, about to have dinner at the Ai Scalzi restaurant. It was an all Scalzi day yesterday, you see. And it was all lovely, even if the dork pictured above clearly was not at all cool about it. Shine on, silly dork!

— JS

The Last Stone

Jun. 17th, 2025 03:43 pm
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 So yesterday spelled the end of the Great Kidney Stone Explosion.
 
In February, I had a KUB x-ray to check for stones, and the doctor said I had one. He was new to me, and didn't know my history of countless stones or the horrible operations I endured over them, so he delivered the news in a calm, cavalier fashion that was at odds with my inner "holy shit" reaction. Only one. ONLY one. Only ONE! I couldn't remember the last time I heard those words.
 
Although the stone wasn't quite big enough to justify treatment, the doctor recommended lithotripsy (sound waves) because I'm going out of the country in the fall and it wouldn't be a good idea for it to flare up overseas. I agreed to this. I held it together long enough to schedule the appointment, and I left the office.
 
In the car, I cried for several minutes. It was a sudden alleviation of thirty years of stress so pervasive that it had become normal for me. I only had one stone left, and I was going to be rid of it. With luck, this would be the last one, the last time for the pain, the last time for the anxiety.
 
Yesterday was The Day.
 
I thought I'd largely dealt with the trauma and anxiety surrounding operations that the stone surgery and my shoulder surgery and my prostate biopsies had left me with. I was wrong. Anxiety kept me awake well into the night.
 
At 6 AM, Darwin and I got up and pulled on our clothes. A veteran of operating prep, I knew to wear sweats and pull-on shoes, and put just my ID in my pocket. No wallet. I felt a bit calmer than usual, mostly because I knew this procedure wouldn't be painful. I still hated/feared the anesthesia angle, but I chanted to myself over and over that these were kind people, that the medical staff who had hurt and abused me were highly unusual. A pair of Xanax tablets did their bit to calm me down.
 
At the clinic, the nurse let Darwin come into the prep room with me. I always like that. A lot of places don't let anyone but the patient in. Once I got gowned up and into the bed, my cousin Mark popped in. Mark is a regional manager for a medical company and wanders all around southern Michigan. He arranged for his schedule to take him to this clinic during my procedure because he knows I get unhappy about this stuff, and he wanted to lend support. He's a very, very nice cousin, and I was glad to see him. 
 
The anesthetist came in and said she would give me something to relax me. I asked if it was Versed. It was. I politely turned it down. "I don't like what it does to my memory," I said. "I'd rather be nervous." The nurse nodded.
 
They made ready to wheel me down to the operating room. Darwin stayed behind, but Mark came with. His job, you see. His presence was a big help—I knew I had a witness in the room who was close with me.
 
In the OR, the nurse injected me with propofol, and then I was waking up in the recovery room. 
 
When I come out of anesthesia, I repeat the same two questions over and over: "What time is it?" and "Where's Darwin?" This time was no different. I remember seeing the clock on the wall and being unable to read it. My brain couldn't process the information. It was weird.
 
My memories are hazy about this part. I think the doctor came in to talk to me. He said they actually found TWO stones that were close together, so they looked like one. But they pounded both to gravel. No more stones.
 
Here sudden sobs rushed over me. I cried for quite a bit. This was less a tension release and more as another reaction I have to anesthesia: I cry. A fairly common reaction, really.
 
Mark said nothing odd happened during the procedure, which reassured me, and then he had to leave—work, you know. Darwin brought the car around. I barely remember getting into the car.
 
At home, I was zonked all day, a bit unusually. Normally I feel fully awake by the time we get home. This time I slept for hours and was still zoned in the evening.
 
Today, I'm a little sore and taking prescription painkillers. Other than that, I'm fine.
 
I'm deeply relieved. No more kidney stones! I still have to be checked for them, but I think we can dial it back to annually instead of every six months. I can't describe how it feels. Lighter, I think. I'm still wrapping my head around the idea. But I'm so, so glad.
 

The Big Idea: John Wiswell

Jun. 17th, 2025 03:15 pm
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Posted by Athena Scalzi

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. Author John Wiswell tells us of a tale that usually ends in revenge and violence, but imagines a world where our hero chooses kindness instead. Follow along in the Big Idea for his newest novel, Wearing The Lion, and see where empathy takes us.

JOHN WISWELL:

You deserve better than revenge.

I know, you want to catch your father’s murderer and duel them to the death, but then you’ll leave the scene feeling hollow and unfulfilled. Or worse, the pursuit will corrupt you into becoming the kind of person you hated. And there’s a great likelihood that your quickness to action will make you hurt the wrong person, and then you’re inspiring revenge in others. Think better of it now, because I will throw the book across the room if you kill the villain’s entire crew but spare the villain at the last minute because otherwise you’ll be “just like him.”

So we know there are problems with revenge. But what are the alternatives?

It’s something I’ve been exploring for my entire life. It’s tough to begin thinking about because our narratives of justice overflow with blood. We’re taught to seek culturally fetishized violence. We’re promised that reprisal will give us catharsis and justice. Mythology is rich with these narratives. Every king has made enemies who would like to get back at him. And the gods? They never drop a grudge. 

Mythology is the richest place to explore this theme. Myths tell us what we think about ourselves, which is why every generation wants to remix them, ear cocked for the sound of truth. What does it do to the traditional revenge narrative if the hero refuses to hurt anyone? No cracking goons’ skulls. No blowing up a dragon’s lair. Instead, we’d follow someone who was hurt and carried that hurt in his heart, but because of that, didn’t want to see more suffering in the world. Perhaps his entire journey toward “revenge” would actually be about finding the right thing to do.

Heracles (“Hercules” to the Romans) is such an interesting character from this point of view. His was never a revenge story. The gods drove him mad and made him slay his children, and for that he set out on the twelve labors in order to gain forgiveness. All that hydra-chopping and lion-punching was about being sorry. The modern eye jumps to thinking he shouldn’t be sorry, but vengeful toward the gods.

As it is, few Heracles retellings ever reflect on him slaying his family at all. He’s too busy doing epic stuff to be bothered with mourning. It’s like if Spider-Man never thought about Uncle Ben again.

That sort of violation would change you for the rest of your life. Doing violence with your hands ever again could be nauseating. You might do literally anything to avoid hurting others, especially if your labors were carried out to get justice for your children. When the gods said to kill that invincible lion, you could technically do it. You’d have Zeus’s strength. But that same strength would give you an opportunity to find another way through the labor. And in feeling like a monster yourself, you might find yourself relating to outcast creatures. You might find kinship with the invincible lion, and the hydra, and the titans. They might know what it’s like to feel wrong.

That became the heart of Wearing the Lion, my retelling of the Heracles myth. It changes the entire nature of his great labors. If you won’t hurt anyone—and if your power can’t solve your problems—then you have to adapt.

There is a long tradition in masculinity whereby those of us who have been hurt want to hurt others. It’s a lesson we learn before we can speak, treated as immutable nature. As I grew up, these narratives went from entertaining to exhausting. It hurts to see someone use their few resources on things other than supporting survivors, on sheltering people, healing and feeding them. There’s something about losing enough in your life (and helping others through their darkest times) that reveals how paltry retribution is. Survivors deserve better.

Yep! I accidentally wrote about the crisis of masculinity. I swear it wasn’t on purpose. 

But it was important to me to write about someone wrestling with these principles and looking for a better response to loss. The harm cannot be fixed. This sort of loss is not something you just “heal” from. It’s the sort of vacuum that makes revenge appealing, because in uncertainty, norms call to us. When Heracles rejects revenge and instead goes on the labors to understand what is really happening in the heavens, he starts to sound truer to me.

In his struggle, he questions if anyone can understand what he’s feeling. He thinks he doesn’t fit in with the world anymore. That he doesn’t belong around people. Who understands feeling that lost? Monsters.

Yes, his first new friends are a giant lion and extremely opinionated hydra. The creatures his labors send him towards know what it’s like to not fit in. They know what it’s like to not have answers. Grief isn’t something you can get tough enough to ignore. Heracles’s struggle with his culpability, and his quest to figure out which god is behind all of this, requires more than strength. It requires sides of the character I fell in love with while writing.

When Heracles is set against monsters while starving for peace, there’s the potential for a different kind of family. A found family of the creatures that civilization would never let near itself. Rather than skinning the Nemean Lion, Heracles winds up carrying it everywhere on its shoulders, because it demands snuggles. It’s ferocious about snuggles. Heracles bonding with these creatures, learning how to give support and feel worthy of it himself, are things I didn’t know I needed to write.


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Woodlawn Cemetery

Jun. 17th, 2025 11:19 am
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 I came across this cemetery by accident a few years ago when I found this empty-looking field surrounded by a ragged edge of trees. A bit of exploration, however, turned up tombstones and sunken graves. I did some research and discovered Woodlawn Cemetery.

Ypsilanti used to be a segregated community. The north side was White, the south side was Black. There were no cemeteries on the south side, and the north side White folk refused to let Black folk bury their dead in "their" section of town.

In 1946, Reverend Garther Washington had enough. He bought a plot of land and created Woodlawn Cemetery for the Black community. The cemetery acquired dozens and dozens of burials. Then disaster struck. Rev. Washington died, and the cemetery was left to his wife Estella and her friend Brooker Rhonenee. They went bankrupt and died in 1965.

Now we had a problem. Who owned the cemetery? Usually in cases of bankrupt land, the county, township, or state takes ownership and resells it. But a cemetery creates a unique problem: no one ever wants to buy a cemetery. Cemeteries don't make money, and moving the remains and the stones so the land could be used for something else would cost more than the land was worth. Also, if a township takes ownership of a cemetery, it's legally required to maintain it. So if Ypsilanti Township declared it owned Woodlawn, the Township would have to pay enormous sums to take care of it until someone else bought it--and no one ever would. Understandably, the Township was reluctant to do so.

As a result, the cemetery landed in legal limbo. Literally no one owned it, no one wanted it, and eventually, no one remembered it.

This happens more often than you might think. A lot of people think cemeteries are owned and run by the city, but few these days are. Most smaller cemeteries are privately owned, often by a church or a kind of co-op group. They earn money by selling graves. But cemeteries have finite space, and when they run out of graves to sell, their income dries up. This is why few groups are willing to operate them--they know their business will eventually, so to speak, die, leaving them with no income and an obligation to maintain the space.

Anyway, someone finally decided to do something about Woodlawn Cemetery. They got grant money from county to clean and restore the graveyard, and it'll be jointly run by the Township and this organization.

This is a splendid thing.

https://www.bridgemi.com/quality-life/abandoned-michigan-cemetery-unearths-history-segregation-even-death

Blowing in the Wind

Jun. 17th, 2025 01:00 pm
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Posted by Jen

How many times must a baker be told,

"Don't pipe 'flowers' where flowers belong?"


And how many colors are spelled correctly,

While still managing to be wrong?


How many directions are misunderstood,

Like the first Wreck that received such renown?


And how many ways can you try to explain,

That "nothing"'s still something written down?

The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind.

The answer is "italicized" like it's blowing in the wind!

Thanks to Anna B., Alexis, Erica, David H., & Rosej, with the thanks "fuzzy" like a warm hug. (Only not in a creepy way.)

*****

P.S. Y'all, I have to introduce you to the handiest little kitchen gadget for under $7:

Dishwasher "Dirty/Clean" Slider Bar

The whole thing is magnetic, and it also comes with a double-sided adhesive for non-metallic machines. Also comes in black, and there's a prettier cursive option if you don't want the bright red/green!

*****

And from my other blog, Epbot:

30 Years

Jun. 17th, 2025 01:28 pm
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Posted by John Scalzi

I have a lot to say about being married for 30 years — to the same person! — but I’m also on vacation and wandering around Venice, so I think I’ll save a big post on the matter for when I get back. Be that as it may, today is the actual 30th anniversary; on this day in 1995 the two of us said “I do” in front of a bunch of friends and family and haven’t really looked back from that. 30 years and there has yet to be a moment of regret. I know how lucky I got, and try to make Krissy feel like she got lucky too. She’s amazing, I look like a thumb, and we’re very happy together. I wouldn’t mind another 30 years.

— JS

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I swear, sometimes I think my oven is some kind of black hole or something, because sometimes the laws of physics seem to weirdly not apply. Yesterday, as planned, I made teriyaki meatballs. Because I don't understand how the recipe author got 28 meatballs out of 16 oz of ground meat, I had 32 oz of ground chicken, from which I made 28 ping pong ball sized meatballs. I baked 16 meatballs on one tray at 400°F for 20 minutes. It was the only tray in the oven. FOURTEEN out of the 16 were at least at 170°F when I took them out of the oven (generally I aim for 165° for fully cooked ground chicken) and checked with my instant read thermometer. TWO were at 143°F. They weren't even next to each other! Just 2 random meatballs that somehow didn't cook to the same temperature as EVERY OTHER meatball on the same tray in the same oven. I mean, I know ovens can have hot spots, so does my oven somehow have cool spots? Less hot spots? I mean, what the actual fuck???

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First Dateaversary, 2025

Jun. 16th, 2025 05:13 pm
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Posted by John Scalzi

32 years ago today, Krissy and I went on our first date. Today, our most recent date included a gondola ride, because if you’re a tourist in Venice and you don’t have a gondola ride, they will probably kick you out of the city. We didn’t want that. Gondola ride it was.

And how was the gondola ride? It was lovely, and it’s also an attraction that leans heavily on the novelty of Venice’s canals. I mean, basically, we were cruising past people’s houses for 30 minutes. If we did that in a golf cart in a Florida retirement community, no one would think it was special. But on water in nifty boat, pushed along by a dude with an oar? Magical.

Of course, the most important thing was who I was with. As long as I’m with Krissy, gondola or golf cart, the date is going to be magical. I like her a lot. Even after 32 years, it doesn’t get old.

— JS

Gootchie Goos

Jun. 16th, 2025 01:00 pm
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Posted by john (the hubby of Jen)

Last week we had some friends visiting with their new baby. Jen and I don't have kids - not unless you count the kind with claws and hairballs - so being around a lil' diaper potato has put me in a baby kind of mood.

Granted, I'm as seedless as a bag of lettuce*, but indulge me, won't you?

*See also:
Sterile as a box of Band-Aids
Fruitless as a butcher shop
Pulp-free

Technically, it's also of girl.

I think that's spelled "Toby."

You're right: "3 Times" was just silly. Much better to cross out the "s" with that exclamation point.

Ok, nobody panic. We're just gonna need some hot towels, a flashlight, and a low voltage car battery. And no sudden movements.

Well, yee-haw! Good for you, son!

And finally,

Guess Who!!

Aaaaand the baby mood is gone.

I do, however, miss my cats.


Hey Kelly R., Merideth J., Kimberly G., Danielle R., Beverly S., Anony M., Susan G., & Sarah W., is there a doctor in the house?

******

If you got that last joke and know who Tom Baker is, then I have a timeless treasure for you:

Time Lord Fairy Tales

You can buy this book as a beautiful hardback, paperback, OR the the audio version, which is read by an entire cast of actors including Tom Baker! So cool, and perfect for Doctor Who fans.

******

And from my other blog, Epbot:

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Posted by Athena Scalzi

Have you ever been watching a Shakespeare play and thought, wow, this would be a lot cooler if the actors on stage were drinking, there was improv involved in every scene, and tons of audience participation going on? Well have I got just the thing for you! Dayton Drunk Theater is an amateur troop here in Dayton, Ohio who decided historically famous plays needed more of two things: laughter and liquor.

The founder of the troop, Bobbie, created Dayton Drunk Theater last year, and so far they have done Macbeth, Hamlet, and A Midsummer Night’s Dream. The fine print after the titles of these shows reads as “Kind Of,” as these aren’t exactly the truest adaptations of Shakespeare you’ve ever seen, but they are damn funny.

Saddling up at the Yellow Cab Tavern for all their performances so far, all their shows have managed to sell out! I saw A Midsummer Night’s Dream this past Friday, and my ticket was only twelve smackaroos. I had a friend in the performance so I wanted to go support him, even though improv isn’t usually my thing.

For twelve dollars you definitely get your money’s worth. A ticket gets you a chair and over two hours of entertainment, including the pre-show of improv games involving volunteers from the crowd.

Of course, there’s plenty of beverages to imbibe thanks to the Yellow Cab Tavern, and you can even buy the actors a drink for them to have during their performance. The way it works is that each actor has their drink of choice predetermined, and everyone has tally marks next to their name so no one ends up with ten drinks. You tell the bartender which actor you want to buy a drink for, and they have someone run their beverage out to them on stage (or behind the scenes if they aren’t on stage at that moment.)

If someone gets like three drinks bought for them at once, the bar makes sure to space out their beverages appropriately so everyone stays safe and upright! I think that’s a super rad system.

The performance itself was a riot, with improvised locations changing all the time, characters having to pretend like they’re in a Western or Noir film, people losing their place in the script, a chase scene involving a giant 3-foot dildo, it was wild all around.

If you’re looking for a perfectly performed, true to form Shakespearian play, this is not the show for you. However, if you want to have a beverage and watch a bunch of goobers do improv, be quick, witty, and slightly lewd, then this is the show for you, and I would recommend following them on Instagram or Facebook to see when their next show is going to be.

Plus, while the event is at a bar and it is called Dayton Drunk Theater, you don’t have to drink if you don’t want to! There was a great selection of mocktails and non-alcoholic beverages available. The person behind me I ended up talking with got a mocktail and it looked really yummy.

All in all, I really enjoyed my time at their show, and I hope to see the next one, which if I remember correctly is going to be Dracula. I think they’re doing auditions sometime soon, so if you’re in Dayton and are interested in performing, maybe check them out!

Does Dayton Drunk Theater sound like something you’d watch? What’s your favorite Shakespeare play? Let me know in the comments, and have a great day!

-AMS

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