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https://copperbadge.tumblr.com/post/187467923104/biggest-gaudiest-patronuses-angrylampshade

(I mean, it's been like a decade since I last posted fic, but this sort of thing is what this journal was started for...)

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Heavens make a star of him

The subject line is spoken by Pericles in the Shakespeare play of the same name, upon hearing that his beloved father-in-law is dead.

Hearing it tonight, at the Nashville Shakespeare Festival, I immediately thought of David Bevington, my University of Chicago Shakespeare professor, who was for many years a familiar figure flying from his home on Blackstone to various classes, meals, and performances around campus. A renowned scholar, he was also a very gracious man who was unquestionably responsible for me getting offers from grad schools (several interviewers made a point of telling me his letter on my behalf was impressive -- this in spite of me not having earned a solid A in his courses) and also a dedicated violist.

Since hearing of his passing, I haven't been sad, exactly -- he was in his late 80s, and I had figured that I would be reading his obituary sooner than later, although he was also spry enough that I also wouldn't have been surprised if he had made it to 100. But the world does feel a distinct shade colder with him gone.

The performance of Pericles was by the apprentice company, and it was a mixed bag. Some of the singing was gorgeous, and much of it wasn't quite in tune. But I was entertained by other audience members' attempts to understand what the heck is going on in the play (it's such a mess -- I'm fond of it, but it is SUCH a mess), I finally got to try the vegan ice cream joint that's been getting rave reviews (Kokofetti and peach scoops, yo), and even though I know the play well, I nonetheless cried in reaction to a couple of peak moments. Nice to see graceful dancing by non-waifs, too. Oh, and as Shakespeare does, there was a standout moment that hadn't registered with me during previous performances/reads: this time it was the nurse telling Pericles to pull his damn self together because his kid needs him.

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Heavens make a star of him

The subject line is spoken by Pericles in the Shakespeare play of the same name, upon hearing that his beloved father-in-law is dead.

Hearing it tonight, at the Nashville Shakespeare Festival, I immediately thought of David Bevington, my University of Chicago Shakespeare professor, who was for many years a familiar figure flying from his home on Blackstone to various classes, meals, and performances around campus. A renowned scholar, he was also a very gracious man who was unquestionably responsible for me getting offers from grad schools (several interviewers made a point of telling me his letter on my behalf was impressive -- this in spite of me not having earned a solid A in his courses) and also a dedicated violist.

Since hearing of his passing, I haven't been sad, exactly -- he was in his late 80s, and I had figured that I would be reading his obituary sooner than later, although he was also spry enough that I also wouldn't have been surprised if he had made it to 100. But the world does feel a distinct shade colder with him gone.

The performance of Pericles was by the apprentice company, and it was a mixed bag. Some of the singing was gorgeous, and much of it wasn't quite in tune. But I was entertained by other audience members' attempts to understand what the heck is going on in the play (it's such a mess -- I'm fond of it, but it is SUCH a mess), I finally got to try the vegan ice cream joint that's been getting rave reviews (Kokofetti and peach scoops, yo), and even though I know the play well, I nonetheless cried in reaction to a couple of peak moments. Nice to see graceful dancing by non-waifs, too. Oh, and as Shakespeare does, there was a standout moment that hadn't registered with me during previous performances/reads: this time it was the nurse telling Pericles to pull his damn self together because his kid needs him.

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Her time in liberal New York, she said, emboldened her with a strong sense of acceptance. “You can’t go 10 city blocks in New York without running into a lesbian rabbi,” she said.



Rabbi Grushcow’s inclusive approach was apparent on a recent day when she went to offer condolences to a family in mourning. There were not enough people to say kaddish, the prayer for the dead, so the rabbi rang doorbells in the apartment building, looking for worshipers to join them.

According to Orthodox Jewish tradition, 10 men — known as a minyan — are needed to say the mourner’s prayer, and several older women apologized that their husbands weren’t home. When the rabbi invited the women to join the minyan, she recalled, several had tears in their eyes.

“They felt for the first time that they counted,” she said.


https://www.nytimes.com/2019/07/12/world/canada/rabbi-lisa-grushcow-montreal.html

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three random things

Prompts from [personal profile] marginaliana:

scissors: Because I was moderately serious about bookbinding and other papercrafts around twenty years ago, I believe that slicing paper with a fresh Exacto blade against a metal edge typically results in a cleaner, straighter edge than cutting with scissors. But I hold even stronger opinions about getting on with things and getting them done rather than procrastinating in the name of perfection (aka "perfect is the enemy of done"), and also about staying within budget, and also about getting enough sleep when my hamster-wheel brain will let me, so my m.o. is far more often to reach for the nearest tool. Which is sometimes the pair of embroidery scissors I inherited from the BYM's Aunt Louise:

embroidery scissors

Said m.o. is also why you're not also getting a snapshot of the gray-handled ergonomic scissors I acquired from some rubber-stamping outfit in the mid-1990s. I don't think it was from the late Curtis Uyeda, from whom I ordered two Japan-inspired images that I will bring myself to mount and use someday. (Yes, I realize what I just said. I contain multitudes, y'all.)

ear: it has been a source of vexation throughout my life that I am pants at discerning intervals, since that's how one tunes a viola, it's a key part of music theory labs, and I'd really like to lock into the harmonies of Foster the People's "Houdini." I joke about being linear to a fault, but it's also true that I used to test my tuning of said viola not by listening for fifths but by softly plunking the scale between the two notes.

And yet, I do know about to sing in tune, within chords and while sight-reading my way through weird-ass contemporary pieces where said knowledge of music theory becomes one's compass, and I can recognize when other performers are off by a hair or a mile. So I'm not dead hopeless about intervals, and in fact better than the average schmoe, especially when reacting to Voice France episodes. (I am reminded of Mika bellowing "Are you fucking deaf?" at his fellow Italian X Factor judges . . .) I supposed it's like my limited facility with foreign languages -- I'm terrible at accents myself, but I sure can hear when someone doesn't yet have a handle on Mandarin tones.

prestidigitation: I had a lightbulb moment earlier this year that was so shiny that I sent this email to a friend at 2 a.m.:


I'm annoyed as hell about having to work on Sublimations through the night, but in typing a note to the graphic designer, I suddenly realized the origin of the word legerdemain. Apparently I am easily cheered up.




Want to play? Hit "reply" to request your three words.

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bathtub vids, take 2

A friend pointed out I hadn't actually linked to me with the ducks and drumstick:
https://www.mikafanclub.com/topic/33693-ice-cream/?do=findComment&comment=4155255

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paddle leather

Since Good Omens is trending hither and yon, this seems a good time to note that Nanny Ashtoreth sales at BPAL raise $$ for the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund and the Orangutan Foundation UK.

I have a fond memory of wearing this scent: I was in a corporate elevator with a handsome stranger who, after a floor or two in polite silence, suddenly burst out with "What is the perfume you're wearing? It smells fantastic!"

Also in the realm of "escapades fandom is somewhat responsible for," here are two clips of me singing Mika's #IWantYourIceCream to my Nashville Public Library and Kentucky Horse Park rubber duckies: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99ii0W0Z5Kw (for a @mikasounds video challenge, and to make some of you laugh).

==

In other news:
Jen Hoffman on perseverance: https://americansofconscience.com/writes-future/

The Godwin of Godwin's Law on concentration camps.

Not gonna lie: it's disheartening that yet another candidate for whom I wrote postcards has lost (Ryan Terrell in Florida). But I shall write some more postcards to get out the vote (in FL, coincidentally), and Jen has actions/scripts for protecting the vote. And I just saw the Pirke Avot quotation Paula and I have both invoked a number times embedded in a longer extract attributed to Brooks McCall:


The Talmud states, "Do not be daunted by the enormity of the world's grief. Do justly now, love mercy now, walk humbly now. You are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are you free to abandon it."


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there's a wine for us



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https://the-bi-bilingual.tumblr.com/post/185069984853 [via copperbadge's tumblr]

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hockey RPF + Sayers

So, Tequila_Mockingbird at A03 posted a new fic set in the Superstition Hockey universe from the perspective of fans tweeting and blogging up a storm (in both French and English) in reaction to a Major Event in the series. (If you haven't read the series and don't want to be spoiled, start at the beginning. I haven't linked to the title because it in itself is a spoiler.)

(1) Fandom meta is hilarious.

(2) Philadelphia has become one of my heart's cities, and I am inordinately entertained by mentions of their hockey mascot. (One of my favorite tweets of all time is this summary of the city's reaction to Gritty's debut, and then there was a wedding...)

(3) Within the fic, there's a blog post titled "the eternal continuity of ducks." And suddenly there's a comment thread on which positions various Wimseys would play.

Some days fandom is the best.

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