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lenora_roseBecause it's important, I'll start with:
The Polar Opposite of Happy:
SF Author Beaten at US Border.
He was stopped coming back to Canada, a time when we're normally not searched. he was beaten, detained in prison, charged with assault, had his vehicle and property impounded, and was let go back into Canada. Walking. In Shirtsleeves. In DECEMBER. (ETA, he was left right near Canada Customs, from whence he could make a call and get a lift home from friends, not made to walk the whole way. But he still doesn't have his coat back. Still, this isn't the attempted murder it sounds like, just a nasty ongoing malice to add to the immediate and temporary ones.)
All for the crime of getting out and asking why he was detained.
I'm with Jo Walton: some people have said maybe he should have been meeker, quieter, or in her words, cringed more, but, also in her worlds, "Is that the world you want to live in?"
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Happy One: While most recent, highest in priority, because for me, it was important.
Today was a homebody day, and my practical accomplishments include:
1600 words on Merlin's Dive and about 1100 on the Serpent Prince. (Plus, in the latter case, significant editing.) I think it's the latter I'll be continuing for now, but the former got me unjammed enough to try it.
Merlin's Dive seems to want to be first person. While I worried that this may be influenced by its proximity to the Serpent Prince, I was thinking and planning scenes while I loaded laundry, and realized I was thinking "i" and not "she", and that was before I dug into Serpent today. I think it will make the dialogue and descriptions notably less clunky.
Happy two: Wednesday, after a dental appointment that lasted barely twenty minutes (to redo a surface filling), I paused for a busker between errands downtown, because he was playing a round-back mandolin, and ended up in quite a long pleasant conversation about all sorts of stuff musical and otherwise. Though he wouldn't let me give him money. Also, started Christmas shopping. I like Christmas shopping. it doesn't feel greedy, because it isn't generally for me. (Although I found Sting's Christmas CD used for slightly cheap even for used, and it sounds pretty good. Maybe slightly quiet and strange if you're expecting something like his pop stuff, but I looked at the track list and expected the quiet and quasi-renaissancesque effects. Though Jeff said it's played a lot at Starbucks', I don't frequent them often enough to have noticed.)
Happy Three: Yesterday, Iulianna invited a whole pile of female friends over for cookie-baking. This didn't quite work out as planned; exactly two of us girls showed up for any length of time (Two others stopped by long enough to say hi, really). Also, she'd sketched out a nativity scene in black lines of mock-stained glass for Christmas, and her houseguest, Tomaas, was painting in the colour when I arrived. So I joined him for a bit. Then, after we had got to cookie-baking, I invited my brother and husband over from my place to hang out, so we'd have pleny of company. And one other male friend stopped by. So, not so much of a girl's night when we were outnumbered, but a good evening was had, and the windows grew more colourful, and shortbread and other good stuff was made, and samosas were eaten, though I might almost have forgotten supper in the midst.
The Polar Opposite of Happy:
SF Author Beaten at US Border.
He was stopped coming back to Canada, a time when we're normally not searched. he was beaten, detained in prison, charged with assault, had his vehicle and property impounded, and was let go back into Canada. Walking. In Shirtsleeves. In DECEMBER. (ETA, he was left right near Canada Customs, from whence he could make a call and get a lift home from friends, not made to walk the whole way. But he still doesn't have his coat back. Still, this isn't the attempted murder it sounds like, just a nasty ongoing malice to add to the immediate and temporary ones.)
All for the crime of getting out and asking why he was detained.
I'm with Jo Walton: some people have said maybe he should have been meeker, quieter, or in her words, cringed more, but, also in her worlds, "Is that the world you want to live in?"
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Happy One: While most recent, highest in priority, because for me, it was important.
Today was a homebody day, and my practical accomplishments include:
1600 words on Merlin's Dive and about 1100 on the Serpent Prince. (Plus, in the latter case, significant editing.) I think it's the latter I'll be continuing for now, but the former got me unjammed enough to try it.
Merlin's Dive seems to want to be first person. While I worried that this may be influenced by its proximity to the Serpent Prince, I was thinking and planning scenes while I loaded laundry, and realized I was thinking "i" and not "she", and that was before I dug into Serpent today. I think it will make the dialogue and descriptions notably less clunky.
Happy two: Wednesday, after a dental appointment that lasted barely twenty minutes (to redo a surface filling), I paused for a busker between errands downtown, because he was playing a round-back mandolin, and ended up in quite a long pleasant conversation about all sorts of stuff musical and otherwise. Though he wouldn't let me give him money. Also, started Christmas shopping. I like Christmas shopping. it doesn't feel greedy, because it isn't generally for me. (Although I found Sting's Christmas CD used for slightly cheap even for used, and it sounds pretty good. Maybe slightly quiet and strange if you're expecting something like his pop stuff, but I looked at the track list and expected the quiet and quasi-renaissancesque effects. Though Jeff said it's played a lot at Starbucks', I don't frequent them often enough to have noticed.)
Happy Three: Yesterday, Iulianna invited a whole pile of female friends over for cookie-baking. This didn't quite work out as planned; exactly two of us girls showed up for any length of time (Two others stopped by long enough to say hi, really). Also, she'd sketched out a nativity scene in black lines of mock-stained glass for Christmas, and her houseguest, Tomaas, was painting in the colour when I arrived. So I joined him for a bit. Then, after we had got to cookie-baking, I invited my brother and husband over from my place to hang out, so we'd have pleny of company. And one other male friend stopped by. So, not so much of a girl's night when we were outnumbered, but a good evening was had, and the windows grew more colourful, and shortbread and other good stuff was made, and samosas were eaten, though I might almost have forgotten supper in the midst.
