Straight Pride

Jun. 22nd, 2025 02:56 pm
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 Whenever someone says to me, "Why isn't there a straight pride parade?", I always respond, "So organize one. What's stopping you?" Now this event was announced:

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/dozens-attend-hetero-awesome-fest-in-idaho/ar-AA1Hafxf

Make no mistake, though: this event isn't a celebration of heterosexuality ; it's a denigration of the queer community. The tone is not, "Heterosexuality is awesome! We're happy to be straight, and we're celebrating it!" Not at all. The tone is, "Thank god we're straight, because queer people are perverts and pedophiles who want mutilate children's body parts."

The festival organizer reached out to companies to sponsor the festival, and each company gave him some version of, "We only sponsor 501-3C charity groups." So he registered his group as a 501-3C. The result? He got three or four small sponsors.

On the day of the festival, this happened: https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/dozens-attend-hetero-awesome-fest-in-idaho/ar-AA1Hafxf

You read that right. "Dozens" of people attended. The bands played to a mostly-empty park of dully-dressed white people, many of them openly carrying. (Side note: if I were a woman, I'd be seriously wary of attending a festival that celebrates heterosexuality with a bunch of armed men standing around.) The festival was a dud.

When it ended, the organizers set up a GoFundMe page. Why? Because the festival was figuring on ticket sales for most of its budget. Few people showed up, so the festival owes $18,000 in various bills.

This guy is not only a homophobe, he's an idiot. You don't organize a festival this way. You start small, with eight or ten booths from local businesses and artists and a couple of rented rides for kids in a local park. You only pay the park fee and the ride rentals. You hope to make some money back by selling concessions and asking for donations, but you figure you'll be out of pocket for a while.

Publicity consists of flyers and posters around town (another OOP expense) and social media. If you don't have a robust social media following, that's an indicator that few people are interested in your event, by the way.

If the event draws a decent crowd, celebrate it and do it again. If the event draws more people than you anticipated, cheer and use the momentum to expand the festival next year. And the next, and the next, until you have a large thing going.

If the festival sputters, you try again next year. If it still sputters, it's clear that 1) the only person interested in your event is you; or 2) you suck at organizing events; or 3) both.

This guy is so self-centered that he missed the key idea: Gay Pride caught on because an entire community of people had been beaten down and made invisible for generations. The sense of anger and outrage that every single LGBT person has felt bonded the community together. Pride is a way to fight back.

Heterosexuals don't have this feeling of community. Straight people haven't been downtrodden, beaten, burned, or murdered for being straight. There's no sense of community in this arena to bring people together. When the only thing you have in common is that you're straight, it's hard to find anything to bond over.

Anyway, this guy is an idiot.

Sunday Sweets: Jim Henson Tribute

Jun. 22nd, 2025 01:00 pm
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Posted by Jen

Today we’re celebrating Jim Henson with some Sweets featuring his most famous friends:

By dutch-cakebox

Not to mention my unofficial role models. Heh.

Submitted by Eri R. and made by Bluebird Cakes

This is the cutest flying bed (and miniature rubber ducky) I have ever seen. Such a great design, too!

By Cupcake Occasions

Why is there a Sam Eagle cupcake? Because AMERICA, that's why.

Now on to the "cakes you want to cuddle" section of today's post:

Sub'd by Karen A. and made by Suikertaartjes

Ernie is such a doll!

By Kakes by Klassic

And Elmo is begging for a squeeze!

By Delicious Cake Design

Best toy chest ever? I'm thinking YES.

These guys look like little beanie baby versions of themselves:

Sub'd by Mags and made by love-a-cupcake

I'd love to have Cookie Monster sitting on my monitor right now. So cute!

Here's a newer character from the Street today: Abby Cadabby:

Submitted by Lisa M. and made by Rhapsody Cakes

And classic Kermit never gets old:

By Torki's Sugar Art

I promise I *did* look for Sweets from some of Henson's other work - the Dark Crystal, Fraggle Rock, and my personal favorite, Labyrinth - but all I found worth mentioning (and that I haven't posted before) was this doorknocker from Labyrinth:

By Cakes by Pixie Pie

Yes, it's really cake! I actually have the matching set of Labyrinth knockers on the closet doors in my office (photo here) so I was especially smitten to see one rendered so well in cake.

So getting back to the Muppets, here are two more of my favorites (and who I'd also love to have on my desk):

By Sweet Pudgy Panda

Beaker and Dr. Honeydew! The baker calls this a "baby shower cake for a mom-to-be who is more into science than babies." (Note the H2O molecule on the border.) Brilliant!

And finally, since I don't have a cake version of him for you, here's the Swedish Chef demonstrating the proper use of the "cäkenschmööscher."

Bork bork bork!

Happy Sunday!

*****

And from my other blog, Epbot:

i know there's nothing to say

Jun. 20th, 2025 10:15 pm
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ugh the Mets are killing me. I had to turn it off.

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The Big Idea: Jane Mondrup

Jun. 20th, 2025 02:20 pm
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Posted by Athena Scalzi

Sometimes when you look in the mirror, it can feel like you don’t even recognize yourself. This might be doubly true if you’re looking at a perfect copy of yourself that thinks you’re the copy, not them. Author Jane Mondrup brings us such a conundrum in her new novel, Zoi. Follow along in her Big Idea to see how evolution is just the beginning.

JANE MONDRUP:

An endosymbiosis involving humans and set in space—that is, in very few words, the big idea of my science fiction novel Zoi

Symbiosis is a close relationship between two life forms, often (though not necessarily) to the degree of mutual dependency. Endosymbiosis is when one of those life forms gets integrated into the other, living inside it. 

One very important endosymbiosis, which happened around two billion years ago, provided the conditions for the evolutionary jump from the simple life forms—the procaryotes (bacteria and archaea)—to the much more complex eucaryotic cell, of which we and our multi-cellular relatives are made. This is a whole little world in itself, full of internal structures and mobile elements, all with specific functions.

To furnish its lavish lifestyle, the eucaryotic cell needs energy—lots of energy—and that energy is provided by an organelle called the mitochondrion. And the really interesting thing is that this extremely important element didn’t develop inside the cell but was originally an independent organism; a small procaryote that somehow ended up inside a larger procaryote, managing to survive in there and become an integrated part of its host and all its descendants. These proto-mitochondrial lodgers were the kind who not only pay the rent and keep their room in order but start refurbishing the whole place, in this case developing a small hut into a veritable castle.

Not being a biologist, I heard about the origin of the mitochondrion on a podcast, the 2016 episode of Radiolab titled Cellmates, and found it endlessly fascinating. My subconscious started working on it, until it surfaced again in the shape of a dream vision of two identical women drifting apart. I knew it was a cell division, happening in space. Like proto-mitochondria, the women (originally one person) had become part of a larger organism and was now included in its procreation.

There was a story here, but what story exactly? And how could I tell it?

That’s often how a story begins for me, with a situation I either have to work from or get to. Making up what feels like a plausible background for this (usually quite strange) situation will send me in all kinds of interesting directions. In this case, I had to invent a creature fitting the picture, a cell-like, space-dwelling species that I decided to call zoi, based on the Greek word zoion (living being). 

The zois, I figured, had not developed an immune defense, but the opposite. In space, life would be very rare. You wouldn’t have to defend yourself against parasitic intruders, and the chance encounters with other organisms would represent an evolutionary opportunity. 

Whenever the zois came across another life form, they would invite it in, immediately discern its basic needs and start to accommodate them. Some needs would either be impossible or very costly to meet, and it would be more rational to solve the problem the other way around, helping the life forms it had engulfed with adapting to their new environment. Changing them.

This was the unsettling situation the woman (I named her Amira) was in—residing inside a living creature, experiencing changes to her body, and then starting to grow a double. It seemed very scary indeed, and my story could easily be a classic SF horror, ending in some terrible conclusion. But that wasn’t what interested me.

The horror elements were there, and I absolutely planned to harness them for emotional impact, but the horror ending didn’t fit my dream vision. The women in it had looked desperately sad. They obviously had a very close relationship which was now broken up. There was regret too, a hint of unsettled conflicts. But no enmity.

When a cell divides, the two resulting cells aren’t parent and offspring, but equally newborn. I saw the two Amiras in the same way, not as a human being with an inhuman clone, but a set of identical twins—one person becoming two. While the double grew, there was only one consciousness. Then, the two woke up with identical memories, both convinced of being the original. That would be a difficult situation, and very interesting to explore.

Amira would be part of a small crew of astronauts, the first to leave the solar system inside a zoi. They would know some but not all of the consequences, and they would react to them in different ways. The impact of these differences on their relationships to each other would be another backbone of the story.

Even before the cloning began, the astronauts were undergoing physical changes, starting with adaptation to the lack of gravity. In zero g, humans quickly start to lose bone and muscle mass, which is why astronauts on space stations have to do a lot of exercise. The zoi would recognize the deterioration as something that needed correction. This would be the first of many adjustments helping the mutual adaptation along.

Just like the bodily transitions and upheavals of a normal human life, such changes would have consequences for mood and physical well-being. This parallel allowed me to draw on concrete experiences with puberty, pregnancy, illness, menopause, and aging. These are all processes involving bodily reactions outside our control, influencing or even determining our thoughts and actions.

I have a lot of themes in Zoi, but they are all related to the big idea: becoming part of another life form, and what that would entail. My aim has been to write something both visionary and tangible, based in science but easily understandable, equally comprising ideas and emotions. If you find this essay concepts interesting, there’s a good probability that you will like the story. I hope you will read it.


Zoi: Amazon|Barnes & Noble|Bookshop|Powell’s|Indigo|Kobo

Author socials: Website|Instagram|Facebook|Bluesky 

Read an excerpt.

My New Favorite Wedding Cake

Jun. 20th, 2025 01:00 pm
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Posted by Jen

Roses are red,

Butterflies are blue,

Um...

Pardon me, but are those sperm on your wedding cake?

Poem Option #2:

The cake that keeps giving,
and makes your guests squirm,
'Cause nothing says "marriage,"
like butterflies and sperm!

Poem Option #3:

Roses are red
And cake can be pretty
.
How sad for you,

'Cuz yours looks all...
[eyeing children]
...unpleasant.

Thanks to Kristen G., who wishes more things rhymed with "tadpoles." Or is that just me?

We’re Seeing Art

Jun. 20th, 2025 12:28 pm
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Posted by John Scalzi

And it’s giving us a lot to think about.

Venice continues to be lovely and also at this moment rather warm and sweaty. After a morning of seeing art we’ve retreated back to the air conditioning of our hotel room. We’ll go back out again when we’re not so darn sticky.

— JS

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.

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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.


Wearing The Lion: Amazon|Barnes & Noble|Bookshop|Powell’s Books|Oblong Books

Author Socials: Website|Bluesky|Instagram|Substack

Read an excerpt.

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
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