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Community Thursday challenge: every Thursday, try to make an effort to engage with a community on Dreamwidth, whether that's posting, commenting, promoting, etc.
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bnha_fans. The comm is really active in all sorts of good ways, which is LOVELY! :D
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getting_started about whether image links also get redirected when using a rename token. The answer is YES which is pretty cool and good to know :D
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newcomers, in case any of you have more tips and paths to share.
So here's what I came up with after exploring the historical and education tags on steam, if anyone has any recs or anti-recs please let me know!
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Author:
Character(s): Harry Potter, Severus Snape
Pairing(s): Harry/Severus
Rating: PG
Length: 100
Summary:
It was an otherwise normal Yule feast.
Notes:
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Yule Feast on AO3
Much Ado About Numbers, Rob Eastaway. I picked this up again and finished it, but found that the bits that I'd already read were the most interesting to me. I found this book to be strongest when it was explaining the technology level of Shakespeare's time, and weakest when it was going into speculative interpretations of Shakespeare. (Though some of the theories it admitted were too far out there, like the joking theory that Cassio the "great arithmetician" might have inspired the naming of the Casio calculator.)
Alice James: Her brothers, her journal, edited by Alice Robeson Burr. I recently learned about Alice James, sister of the better known late 19th century American intellectuals Willam and Henry James, and was interested enough to pick up her diary. This book also contains Alice Robeson Burr's essay on the James family, which had some interesting tidbits that led to my learning more about forgotten 19th century American women intelectuals, like Mary Moody Emerson, aunt of and inspiration to the better-known Ralph Waldo, and Sarah Alden Bradford Ripley, of which Burr writes "In those days and communities, there was always a woman who read Greek, and in Concord it was Mrs. Ripley who had this distinction."
I'm about halfway through Alice James's diary ; being a diary (and without contextual footnotes) it is slow going although it does have some good passages writing about her chronic illness and other things.
St. Helios, Alice Robeson Burr. The diary being slow going, I decided to look into what else Anna Robeson Burr had published -- she was a prolific popular novelist, and encountered this entertainingly snarky review of her novel St. Helios, which was enough to get me to pick it up. I found it to be very readable but ultimately disappointing novel. It is set in 1920 and centers on the triangle between an aristocratic British poet who is both a relic of the Victorian era and a Byronic figure, his illegimate daughter, and the American lawyer who falls in love with both (though the book is not that slashy). The daughter starts out as the most interesting of the three main characters, but halfway through she gets a change of heart and moves from manipulative schemer to damsel in distress. After reading, I found two more contemporary reviews of this book, which are just as entertaining as the NYT review.
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I'm sitting in the livingroom, listening to Kpop rather than Christmas music of either secular or Christian origin. I've been prepping for Christmas Day, when we'll entertain four friends, and the house is full of the smell of two types of dressing cooked tonight so that I don't run the risk of overcooking it in the same oven as the tiny turkey (10.5 pounds) I bought for our somewhat unexpected meal. Unexpected, because we hadn't planned to do Christmas at all; one of our friends texted to ask if we were doing Christmas, possibly because they remembered that I'd said I wanted to invite them to a post-Thanksgiving dinner, and I just texted back "Yep!" because they've been very good to us, and this was one way we could repay them.
We jumped into "Emergency Christmas" mode, and I've already completed the cranberry orange relish and the Green Slime (it's a 1950s/60s recipe I got from Bob's mom, and it's not a canonical Christmas for our friends unless this is part of the menu, lime jello, cream cheese, maraschino cherries and all.) Tomorrow morning I'll stuff the bird with some of the dressing that didn't get baked tonight; I'll bake the veggie side-dish Bob and I chose; I'll make the peach cobbler I decided on instead of pie because cobbler is much, much easier to make. Then it's on to sweeping and damp-mopping the diningroom before putting extra leaves in the table and setting the Christmas board.
Last year, we were both despondent about the federal election and, without having the kids and Harlan here to be Christmasy for, we spent the day in a bit of a funk. To put it mildly.
A year later, the despondency has lifted a bit, but we still hadn't thought about Christmas much. We had improved enough to buy gifts for our three closest friends, and their son, but we'd expected to share them on New Year's Eve. Instead, that text came, and the rest is recent history.
And tonight, I got a comment on my AO3-archived story, "It Was Wonderful," a fanfic based on "It's a Wonderful Life," which Bob, Andy, and I have loved for years. For several years on Christmas Eve, I've reshared the fic, which I originally posted on my LJ, then on Dreamwidth, and I eventually posted it on AO3, and was always tickled when I got the few kudos I did for it.
The comment was thoughtful and that would have been all I needed to read. But the person then asked if they could do a podfic. They were polite, said they'd understand if I didn't want them to do that because they'd still love the story. I checked them out and found that they a) weren't the type of scammers apparently infesting the archive these days (people pretending to be fans of stories, then working around to asking for money to "create fan art" for stories) and b) were experienced podficcers.
I told them I'd be honored. It's the first time anyone's done that for one of my pieces, and it seems like a lovely and unexpected Christmas gift.
I'm not much of a believer these days - not a Christian, certainly, although my experience with Christianity growing up in a house filled with love was very good, and that experience colored the way I approach spirituality. But as Bob has often said, and I believe him, some stories are true even if they never happened. The story of a child born in a stable and placed in a manger for warmth, a child who angels sang to sleep, who shepherds approached quietly after having heard the lullabies, a child who was a hope of peace ... well, that's not a bad story to happen, even if it never did.
And then there's "It's a Wonderful Life," and "It Was Wonderful." You can find the latter at the link, should you like to read it, either the first time or perhaps for another time.
Merry Christmas to all who celebrate. Peace be unto all, even those who don't celebrate. I am lucky to know all of you.
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2. It had rained a bit overnight and was raining slightly when I went for my walk this morning, but I managed not to get very wet at all. Then I almost immediately hopped in the car to go down to Gardena and pick up the Christmas cake. It was raining a bit on the way down and then there was a sudden downpour right before I got to the bakery, but it stopped before I arrived. Got my cake and had almost no rain on the way back, but then it really let loose as soon as I was a few blocks from home lol. I had to dash in the house, but at least then I didn't have to go out anymore.
3. There was a few hour break in the rain in the late afternoon and early evening, so we got some more walking done and were able to take the trash out to the outside bins (Thursday is our usual trash day but of course they're not going to pick up until Friday this week; still, we like to get everything out on schedule, especially since we'll be out all day tomorrow).
4. When the rain was only drizzly this afternoon, the doorbell rang and I assumed it was a package, but it was the little boy across the street who was bringing homemade gifts to all the neighbors. Not sure if everyone was getting the same, but we got some chocolate coated Chex mix. Tasty! And very nice of them.
5. I forgot to mention yesterday but we did get the car back. I really wanted to get it back before the holidays and before the rain, so it was good timing. Hopefully nothing else goes wrong with either car for a while.
6. Look at Ollie all tucked in! That's actually not a blanket covering him, or rather, it's a wearable blanket with a hood. It's been very cozy now that the temps are down, but when I'm not wearing it, I leave it folded up on my bed and the cats just love to lie on it. (Or under it, in Ollie's case last night, though that was my doing. He did stay there, though.)



My senior year of college, I was invited by the Dartmouth Alumni Magazine to come and write a story about the college’s Green Key Weekend, a weekend of partying and games and partying and also partying with partying on the side (why did they invite me? Because I was from the famously unfun University of Chicago, and they wanted to see what the weekend looked like from the view of an outsider with that sort of perspective).
There was much of the weekend I don’t remember (ahem), but one thing that sticks in my mind is the Spring Sing concert, in which the several acapella groups of Dartmouth got together and did their thing. I thought they were all fantastic, and also, during the concert there was one girl who took a penny, balanced it on the end of a stretched-out wire coat hanger and spun it, keeping it stuck on the end of that coat hanger while singing the Toy R’ Us jingle, backward. I remember thinking this was the most hilariously amazing thing I’d ever seen, and also, I wanted to marry that girl, whoever she was.
Spoiler: I did not marry her. But neither has a year gone by that I have not thought about her and wondered what she was doing with her life now. We don’t always pick the things we remember. They make an impression nevertheless.
It is perhaps this personal history with acapella that primed me to enjoy Pitch Perfect as much as I did. It is a very silly film about something that doesn’t have much consequence, namely, the hyper-competitive college acapella circuit. This is obscure to the real world (or was, until this film), but is life-or-death to the theater-adjacent-kids who yearn to get out and sing without instrumental accompaniment. I first watched Pitch Perfect not expecting much, and came away having laughed more than I thought I would, and having been unexpectedly moved in a couple of places.
The plot: Beca (Anna Kendrick) is a jaded wanna-be DJ attending Barden University, mostly because her dad’s on the faculty so presumably she’s getting a tuition discount. She mostly wants to work at the college radio station and focus on her remixes, but one day Chloe (Brittany Snow) hears her singing in the shower and basically dragoons her into auditioning for the Barton Bellas, a once-proud all-girl acapella group now struggling because of an infamous event at the previous year’s national competition (which I will not relate, you will see it soon enough if you watch the film).
Beca auditions, gets in and immediately butts heads with Aubrey (Anna Camp), the group’s type-a leader, who wants to do things just so. Beca wants to loosen things up, whether everyone else agrees or not, and eventually there’s a battle of wills for the future of the group, interspersed with various competitions and run-ins with the Treblemakers, Barden’s all-male acapella group, who include Jesse (Skylar Astin), a fellow freshman who is sweet on Beca more than Beca is sweet on him.
Truth to tell, Beca is not a hugely sympathetic main character, even if she is played winningly by Kendrick. Beca gets a lot of mileage out of not being a joiner and being her own person, but mostly it just means she’s unhappy and maybe a little miserable to be around, and causes more trouble than needs to be caused. This is not bad for the movie, since it precipitates at least a couple of amusing scenes (including an acapella rumble, which is as ridiculous as it sounds). It does make you wonder what everyone in this film sees in her. Usually when someone is this casually dismissive of everyone and everything, you just let them get on with being their own little ball of gloom.
But no, the film and its characters are determined to pull her out of her shell, mostly because otherwise there wouldn’t be much of a movie, but also because they intuit that Beca’s lone wolf act is just that, an act. She likes being part of a group, and having friends, and being someone that others can rely on. The question for the movie is whether all of that can be achieved through the power of song, and whether Beca’s own particular set of musical skills will come into play. Inasmuch as this is a crowd-pleasing comedy, you will get no points for guessing how it’s all going to turn out.
No points, but that doesn’t mean it’s not still fun and even affecting. Acapella doesn’t mean anything in the real world, but there are worse things to get wrapped up in as a college-age person, and there’s something to be said about the joy you can have, getting into the same groove as all your friends. This movie is a jukebox musical and all the music is diegetic, but when you’re with a group of people who will naturally burst into song just because they feel like it, that diegetic nature doesn’t feel materially different from a standard musical. There’s something winning about a bunch of people just singing because, you know, why not? Why not sing? Even Beca eventually gives in to it. The power of pop compels her!
Naturally this all leads up to the movie’s final musical performance, where Beca has come up with a way to bring the underdog Bellas back to glory. I don’t know enough about the state of collegiate acapella in the early 2010s to know if what occurs here is an actual innovation or just the film reinventing the musical wheel, but at that point I also didn’t care. It’s a banger of a performance, so full of music nerd energy that I couldn’t help but smile all the way through it, and maybe even tear up (I am a weeper, deal with it). As musical payoffs go, it’s a winner.
Does the world change because of it? Not really, no. But not everything has to change the world. Sometimes just saving a dour little freshman from her own self-imposed alienation is enough. And in the meantime, the movie packs in a lot of snark along with the songs, thanks to a fun script, a very funny supporting cast (including Rebel Wilson in her star-making role), and a greek chorus in the form of two acapella color commentators (John Michael Higgins and Elizabeth Banks, the latter of whom also produced, and who would direct the sequel). It even made a pop star out of Anna Kendrick, as “Cups,” a version of a song she performed in the film, went to number 6 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart.
Pitch Perfect was a moderate-sized hit at the box office and blossomed in home video. Its two successors were box office smashes and there was even a TV series spin-off that detailed the adventures of a Treblemaker named Bumper (Adam DeVine) following up a fluke hit in Germany. None of these quite had the magic of the original, but they didn’t have to have that full measure of magic. Turns out people just seem to enjoy low-stakes comedy with a lot of music thrown in. I’m somewhat surprised that this film hasn’t yet been turned into a Broadway musical. If ever there was a property designed for the a long Broadway run as a tourist favorite followed by an eternal life as a touring show, it is this one. I suspect it’s a question of when, not if.
I watch Pitch Perfect when I need a little pick-me-up, because it’s fun, it has music, and inevitably it makes me smile. I suspect I am not alone in this assessment; I imagine every single acapella kid ever feels the same way, up to and including that penny-swinging, backwards-Toys-R-Us-theme-song singing girl. I know she’s still out there. I bet she loves this film to death.
— JS
(PS: If you want to read that story I wrote about Dartmouth’s Green Key Weekend, 34 years ago now, it’s here.)

A Chorus, Divergent anthology by Reckoning Press
A special issue featuring reprints by neurodivergent creators from Reckoning’s first decade.
Essays, poetry, fiction, and art by Oluwatomiwa Ajeigbe, E.C. Barrett, Kaye Boesme, Offor Chidera, Jacob Coffin, Kelsey Day, Tania Fordwalker, Abbie Goldberg, A.P. Golub, Ruth Joffre, Taylor Jones, Laura McKnight, Kat Murray, Micah Nemerever, Mari Ness, Ellis Nye, Maria S. Picone, T.K. Rex, Ariadne Starling, and Adam Stemple, with new cover artwork by Abi Stevens.
I read quite a few anthologies this year and this was one of the best. It has some real stellar stories that I'll be thinking about for a long time, and some new writers that I definitely want to see more from. The stories are all speculative fiction and many dance with the climate apocalypse in its many forms and stages.
The real knock-out of the whole book was SQUAWKER AND DOLPHIN SWIMMING TOGETHER. I am a sucker for animal communication stories, and dolphins, and climate disasters and finding glimmers of hope amongst the rubble. There was so many cleaver plot threads dropped in here and there, the story felt like a much longer and fleshed out novel. (I've already preordered their upcoming anthology!)
Also shout out to The Blackthorn Door and Fixing the System in Tilt Town, both with really interesting worldbuilding. And a nod to Icediver, which started off strong but I feel like the wheels fell off halfway through.
I didn't dip into the poetry but if it's of the same quality of the fiction than it's pretty good too.
The entire anthology is free to read online or follow the links to support through an indie bookseller.
Fandom: BTS
Rating: Gen
prompt: prompt 24: cat and dog at Christmas
Summary: Holly is sad and Yoongi doesn't know why
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Next year, moods will go up on Thursdays; I hope to see you then!
- Mod
🎄 Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays 🎄
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Wishing everyone a wonderful and peaceful time this holiday season, and even if you don't celebrate I hope you have a good day regardless. ❤
I took the dirty kitty litter out and proceeded to the bus stop, where I got the 20 and went to the Jamaica LIRR station. I just missed a train at 12:50 because of having to wait so long for the elevator to the platforms. But the next train to Hicksville was at 1:02 so I didn't have to wait too long.
I called the group home from the train, and when I got to Hicksville it was only a few minutes waiting til they got there.
The trip home was uneventful. We got here a little after 3:00 and I put Christmas music on Pandora until 5:00 when we Ubered to the Neptune Diner.
It was very epty, hardly anyone there which surprised me, and they weren't playing Christmas music. We had a good meal, Middle Brother got his usual cheeseburger and fries and I had apple cinnamon French toast. We both had the chocolate cake for dessert.
Then we took an Uber home, and I put Christmas music on for half an hour, and then put the Clancy Brother's cds on the cd player while I Teamed the FWiB.
Now Middle Brother is listening to the end of the Clancy Brothers cds, an after it's over I'll inflate the air mattress and either we'll listen to Christmas music or else he'll go to sleep and I'll go to my bedroom.
Happy Christmas Eve to all!
Oh, the Kid texted, they were on their way to the airport.
Gratitude List:
1. The FWiB.
2. Got another card today.
3. Middle Brother was successfully gotten and is happy.
4. Nice weather to do this in.
5. The Neptune Diner.
6. All my friends and friends of friends.
What if there’s no ethical way to have unlimited access to every book, film, and record ever created? And moreover, what if that’s not something we should want?
What if we simply decided to consume less media, allowing us to have a deeper appreciation for the art we choose to spend our time with? What if, instead of having an on-demand consumer mindset that requires us to systematically strip art of all its human context, we developed better relationships with creators and built new structures to support them? What if we developed a politics of refusal — the ability to say enough is enough — and recognized that we aren’t powerless to the whims of rich tech CEOs who force this dystopian garbage down our throats while claiming it’s “inevitable?”
Tapes and other physical media aren’t a magic miracle cure for late-stage capitalism. But they can help us slow down and remember what makes us human. Tapes make music-listening into an intentional practice that encourages us to spend time connecting with the art, instead of frantically vibe-surfing for something that suits our mood from moment-to-moment. They reject the idea that the point of discovering and listening to music is finding the optimal collection of stimuli to produce good brain chemicals.
—Why I Quit Streaming And Got Back Into Cassettes by Janus Rose
It's true I'll need to head out to buy flour, and it's also true there's a grocery store in my neighborhood that doesn't play music. As such, I'll happily give them my business throughout the year, and especially during December.


