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sophia_gratia @ 2016-10-01T00:02:00

2016-09-30T23:15:51Z

Hello. It's been so long since I've been here that it took me a moment to figure out where the button was to make a new post.

I'm here now because I've just been hit with a massive nostalgia bomb, and wanted to say hello. I won't be staying; this stopped being the right venue for me a long time ago.

Here are some things that have happened in my life in the past nearly three years since my last post: I finished my Ph.D., and I moved to the UK. I developed a world-class problem about Nicola Walker. I've also survived, am still surviving, a lot of things I didn't think I would, when last I wrote here. Three years is a very long time on some scales and nothing at all on others.

I'm not sure how many of you are still here, or how many of you will read this, but if we were in touch before I'd love to be in touch again. I might send some personal messages later, but for now, just. Hi.

I'd love, love, love to know how you are.

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bustlebustle

2014-01-14T02:20:09Z

Friends, this week's topics (for lovely sapphoshands and lovely ceciliaj) are going to have to be rescheduled for this weekend – they're both things I want to do at least some justice to, and I'm just having TOO MUCH FUN setting up courseware and writing assignments and photocopying and scanning, too too much fun, to do awful tasks like write to people I adore about things I care deeply about.

(Okay, that is not entirely insincere. It is fun, in a sick way. And today I was wondering why I'm not panicking – I have a lot to do, and classes start on Wednesday, and there are a lot of things about this term that are going to be tough. I mean, I'm stressed, I feel the pressure of time, but I'm not freaking out. Why is that? ... Oh, oh. It's experience. Just a little gentling of the learning curve, enough to make it possible to breathe two days before the start of term. That's new, and that's nice.)

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january topics: favorite sculpture?

2014-01-13T05:22:43Z

Late again! Start of term is a crazy business. justwolf, who gets two questions because she is special and because she asked about unicorns and centaurs, asked: do you have a favorite sculpture?

And I was interested in this question because I had no idea what the answer was, even to the basic yes-or-no question. I know very little about sculpture, and tend to think about it less than I do about painting. I'm still not sure I have a favorite, though I do have this niggling little feeling that I am forgetting something very important.

For now, I shall offer this Mary Magdalene by Donatello. [Click the image repeatedly to embiggen – I am so in awe of Wikipedia's consistently amazingly high-quality images of Renaissance art, almost always better than what the museums offer.] I have never seen it in person, but I am captivated by it. One of my pet texts is a work by Robert Southwell that some of you have heard me natter on about (tree_and_leaf, have you read it yet?!) – Mary Magdalen's Funeral Tears is most interested in how to make something devotionally useful and theologically viable out of Mary's complete reduction to tears. And this Donatello sculpture is so evocative of the same problem: she appears to be literally melting, her hair and the rags she wears forming a cascading downward movement, her drawn features and wiry underfed limbs give the impression of flesh hanging on bone, and just scarcely hanging on. Penitence as dissolution: the whole body implicated in the spiritual condition. (No cutesy easy flesh/spirit binaries for Donatello, as for Southwell.) It looks as though it is still plastic, soft still, as though she is forever decomposing in her penitential grief. I am in love with it.

Oh, well, too bad, guess I'll just have to go to Florence one day to see it...

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january topics: five favorite foods

2014-01-11T14:41:46Z

{Content note: this is, obviously, about food, and a little bit about my disordered relationship with food.}

Whoops, a day late, by genuine mistake, to igrockspock's topic request: five favorite foods. (Have I lost time? I am very confused. And very disappointed. I need every spare day I can get!)

This is, however, a good day to think about this question. Yesterday, I went to the grocery store. I don't know how to make it clear what an achievement that is, but perhaps it is sufficient just to state that grocery shopping sort of crystallizes all of the worst features of the everyday. Actually doing it is seldom horrifying, but the anxiety and shame I'm capable of generating in anticipation of it is pretty outrageous. And food is one place where the difficulties of basic self-care tend to gather and coalesce. So, fuck you, brain chemistry, I WENT TO THE GROCERY STORE. I got simple things, like Annie's mac and cheese (which is literally life-saving), and avocados (AVOCADOS), and I got slightly more complex things, like eggs, and I got things to cook with, like all the fixins for a hearty pasta sauce. This morning, I will eat breakfast. I will probably also eat some kind of midday meal. And I will eat dinner. It's a miracle.

So, that said: the individual food or meal is less important to me than the circumstances of the food or meal – and these days, any food at all is a good victory for me. Still, there are specific things to which I am attached.

1. My local Vietnamese deli/convenience-store's four-dollar tofu banh mi. (A large quantity of marinated tofu, with sriracha, pickled carrot and daikon, and jalepeños [and cilantro, which I remove] on a hoagie roll.) This is not the first time I have written about it here. And that is because I eat at least one of these a week. It's hard to describe my relationship with this sandwich: it's such a humble thing, but it has rescued me time and again.

2. My own tomato sauce with hot Italian sausage. When I can go to a real grocery store (or multiple small stores) and get good sausage (and fresh basil – I can never keep a basil plant alive), this is my favorite thing to make. Sometimes it has mushrooms, sometimes it has wine, sometimes I relent and make it with sweet sausage instead. It is always the most comforting thing I can do for myself. And it is the one thing I can cook that will reliably please an audience.

3. Every time I go to my parents', my mom makes a pot roast. The pot roast itself is usually pretty fucking awesome, but it's the fact of coming 'home' to the smell of the house and the gift of such a robustly homely meal that I really love.

4. Time for a nostalgia trip: I still salivate every time I think of the fallafel spécial at l'As du Fallafel in the Rue des Rosiers in Paris. It has been a long time since I've been to Paris, but this shop used to be my very first stop – and when I was studying there, I went out of my way regularly to eat this miraculous sandwich, which contains a huge amount of falafel and almost as much eggplant, and is doused heartily in tahini and an optional hot sauce, and contains only good veg and no crap filler. When I was there, it was six euro to eat in and 4.50 to take out: a student staple, in other words. I dream of this sandwich.

5. Because I am so content with the three specimens currently sitting on my kitchen counter, I shall take this opportunity for an homage to the avocado. Smashed into guacamole, added to almost any sandwich, or eaten simply on its own, with a spoon, the avocado might be my favorite single food item this planet produces. (Well, after garlic, maybe. I wouldn't know how to live without garlic. Kelly, you'll never be able to eat with me.) Perhaps its most endearing feature is simply that it's a fatty fruit – which is also tremendously useful to someone like me who needs to pack in calories wherever she can. It is efficient and it is versatile and it is beautiful and it is, perhaps, evidence of the benevolence of the universe. And I am going to have half of one on an egg sandwich for breakfast, so there.

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january topics: recommended reading

2014-01-06T19:12:25Z

The intimidatingly well-read cahn has asked me for reading recommendations. These are somewhat idiosyncratic, and the list is shorter than I'd have liked, but perhaps we can continue in the comments!

* Sylvia Townsend Warner, Lolly Willowes

Filed under Spinster Manifestos. Laura Willowes tires of her role as the useful spinster aunt of a bourgeois family, so she does the sensible thing and takes off for the Chilterns to become a witch. Her final monologue, a sensitive and hilarious political diatribe, contains one of my favorite lines of all time: 'That's why we become witches: to show our scorn of pretending life's a safe business.' STW might be the most underread woman of the twentieth century, relative to her accomplishments, and I would like to change that, one twisted arm at at time.

* Lisa Cohen, All We Know

The only nonfiction work on this list, a set of three lives of three modern(ist) women: Esther Murphy, Mercedes de Acosta, and Madge Garland. A study of history and failure, popular culture and modern femininity and feminism – and a truly magnificent and very rare combination of properly scholarly and wonderfully readable. I don't usually enjoy biography. This is the exception. (kelly_chambliss, I think this is especially up your alley.)

* Kate Atkinson, Behind the Scenes at the Museum

An amazingly sharp first-person narrative that begins at conception and proceeds to tell – and not tell – a family history, marked by gaps in traumatized memory and intercut with scenes of earlier generations, tied as 'footnotes' to the main narrative by objects that store and index those memories. Atkinson's voice is not like any other I've encountered – visceral and funny, masterful and always sort of trembling on an edge. She's my favorite discovery of this year – and her newest, Life After Life, has just been shipped to me, says Amazon, so I'll be sure to report on it, too.

* Hilary Mantel, Wolf Hall

I won't rest until everyone I know has read this. All I will say is that it's so fucking smart about the early sixteenth century that I almost can't stand it.

* Nicola Griffith, Hild

I am making my way very, very slowly through this portrait of a seventh-century woman whose life is minimally attested but whose biography Griffith has wonderfully invented – my favorite thing about it so far is its careful evocation of a world, its prose that moves by meditations and landscape portraits, its constant invitations into its period. There are no dark-ages clichés here – it reads like nothing so much as the work of a mind that has been sitting with Bede and with a pile of alliterative poetry for a good long spell. And Hild herself is a marvel.

* Rachel Hartman, Seraphina

What first alerted me to this novel was the compelling fact of cosmic_llin, carawj, and silly_cleo yelling at me about it in public. Then when I read up on it and discovered it had mathy dragons, I couldn't resist. The dragons did not disappoint, but the truly great thing about this novel is the sombre intensity of Hartman's prose. It carries her meticulous elaboration of two peoples and their culture, her investment in religion and philosophy, her tricksome combination of allegories of queer, anti-racist, and disability politics, and her wonderful, intelligent, anti-social, grumpy heroine.

* Nancy Garden, Annie on My Mind

Those of you who know this book are laughing, but hear me out! It's a classic of lesbian YA, over thirty years old, but I just read it for the first time a few months ago. It's a very sweet story about two teenage girls and their devoted friendship and the difficulty of finding themselves in love with each other, set in a lovingly painted New York City. Heavy-handedly didactic in places, it is also wonderfully believable when it comes to the portraits of the girls' families and their teachers and their narcissism and their discovery of a world beyond themselves. If you haven't read it, you should.

* Joanna Russ, The Female Man

Virginia Woolf meets Djuna Barnes meets Ursula K. LeGuin, with a splash of Charlotte Perkins Gilman: a truly mind-bending piece of separatist science fiction. My first conclusion on finishing it for the first time: I don't understand and I MUST re-read.

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january topics: goofy thoughts about imaginary beasts

2014-01-05T18:16:38Z

justwolf has asked me the all-important question: unicorns or centaurs?

And I love this question. It comes out of a conversation that justwolf and I had a while ago about how completely awful smalltalk is, and how we'd like to invent a new set of ridiculous opening questions. Instead of (in her case) 'So are you in school?' or (in my case) 'How's writing?', to both of which the only appropriate response is to pull knives from our boots and start twirling them menacingly, we would like to hear things like: 'OKAY. FOR REAL: ALIENS OR ROBOTS?' (Anyone who opened with that would instantly win my friendship.)

UNICORNS was my first answer. Which is odd if you know me at all, but I have been using 'unicorns' a lot as a hyperbolic figure for anything good – when things happen that make sense, when something emerges from the nightmare of day-to-day as a clear and sensible good, it is just exactly (exactly) like stumbling upon a unicorn in an otherwise perfectly banal forest.

And not only because I like any animal that appears sweet and gentle and otherworldly but could kill you in an instant. I want to learn a lot more about medieval unicorn iconography – I am annoyed with myself for still never having been to the Cloisters in Manhattan to see the unicorn tapestries there, but I have seen la dame et la licorne at the Cluny in Paris, and I was not expecting them at all but I fell completely in love right away. (The dark room and its hush are part of the effect, I suppose.) More medieval unicorns in my life, is the point.

And in the periods I study (as in those tapestries) the unicorn is often as not an avatar of Christ – to hilarious effect, as it is impossible for even the most gifted stylist to work the word 'unicorn' into a sermon or devotional treatise without it being a bathetic occasion for a snort. And it once led me to one of the best google images searches I have ever run: 'unicorn jesus' yields, among many other things, this.

But the more I thought about this, the more I think the answer is Centaurs. I hesitated at first because of the usual gender difficulties – but here's how my thoughts ran. I think I need more information before I can say this for sure, but is it not true that you almost never see a lady centaur? Point me to media old or new in which lady centaurs appear and I might start to get interested. (That said, Julie Dillon posted this painting of [pretty gay] muscly draft-horse centaurs yesterday, and I stared at it for quite a while, so.) I'd like to imagine them strong, bare-breasted, savage – not dainty versions of the male sort. I'd be pretty into that, yes. This is the point at which my answer began to change, and this paragraph was moved down the page, because then I started thinking not just about fierce lady centaurs (sigh) but about herd sociality. I like a herd: organized, but without a rigid hierarchy; composed of individuals with personalities, but working instinctively as a group. I much prefer the herd sociality of centaurs to the exceptionality and solitariness of unicorns.

So: CENTAURS. I did not expect this to be a question that gave me occasion to think my way into a new position on something important (herds of ladytoughs), but that is what friends (and the internet) are for.

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drive-by rec

2014-01-01T18:44:13Z

I have read precisely one Yuletide story so far, and it is this delightful, funny, attenuatedly sexy Dorothy Zbornak/Blanche Devereaux story by my brilliant friend implicated2 and you should read it.

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topics open house!

2013-12-30T00:20:53Z

Most things in my life these days are oriented toward attempts to repair my relationship with writing, which has gone more or less to shit. This space is as good as any – and better than most – for such an endeavor, wouldn't you say?

So I am going to try and commit to the topics-open-house meme as a way of enforcing daily writing.

Choose a date in January, and provide me with a topic, and I will write you a post on that topic for that date!

( dates and topics )

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well, some people clearly expected the inquisition

2013-09-10T03:25:40Z

This evening at a talk on early modern book censorship, I learned a new thing.

There were very specific rules about what was to be – and not be – censored under the Roman Inquisition. And if you, sixteenth-century book owner in a place where the Inquisition was expurgating books, found some unscrupulous censor to have inappropriately censored material in your book, you could complain.

Because the speaker is a golden retriever in the shape of an eminent scholar, he did not explain anything about the mechanism by which such complaints might have taken place.

But here's a short story idea: notes from the Inquisitorial Complaint Office.

And here's a cruelly beautiful thing: censors (amateur and professional) deliberately used high-acid inks to scrawl out offending lines and passages. The ink acts as a literally perpetual censorship device: the page will continue to destroy itself, long after the pen or brush has left its marks.

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... hi!

2013-09-03T02:34:05Z

Hello, lovelies.

I've been absent from this space for a long time. I miss it, I think. I think I'd like to get back to it. Most of all, I miss you. I haven't even logged in to DW in a long, long time, so I have missed everything that you have posted, everything that's been happening in your lives, creative and otherwise.

I've been spending most of my fannish time on Tumblr, which frustrates me. I like a lot of what goes on there; I hate a lot of what goes on there. I like the people I've met there. I like the new ways I've found of interacting with people I knew before Tumblr.

What I like least about Tumblr is its easy invitation to passivity. 'Oh, a pretty thing. I'll reblog it. If I'm feeling up for it, I'll add some goofy discursive tags.' I occasionally write a text post. But mostly, it's so passive – endless scrolling, the occasional idle reblog. Refresh, refresh. Like this, ignore that jerk in the tag for Female Character X. Refresh, refresh, refresh.

It's easy to become a zombie that way, just staring into the internet, hoping it will yield something of actual interest. Occasionally, it does. Usually, it doesn't.

And it is terrible for the kind of static mindspace that comes with depressive periods. It lets me indulge that static mindspace. It lets me get complacent. I lose my critical investments, my creative engagements. A lot of that is on me – but the energy it takes to resist the zombification that Tumblr encourages is more energy than I usually have.

So I'd like to open this space up again, as a space that demands creative engagement. I don't know yet what I'll do with it.

But I do know that I miss you. So stop in and say hello. Let me know what's been going on with you – or not, as you wish.

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fic!

2013-04-24T02:24:13Z

Title: Minerva
Canon: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Characters: Kira Nerys, Jeris Dwyna (OFC)
Rating: T (for themes of war and violence)
Words: ~6,700
Summary: Wisdom and war.

This story takes up the premise sketched by cosmic_llin in her fancast of a sixth Star Trek series. The original characters here belong to her in the same way that the canonical characters belong to Paramount &c.

Llin suggests that the USS Minerva took flight a few years following Voyager’s return to Earth. This is a moment of conflict for the Federation, still reeling from the Dominion wars and still poised in a defense posture against a Borg threat that no longer exists. The Minerva’s own crew bear some old war scars – the Betazoid tactical officer, for example. How does a Betazoid become a weapons and strategy expert, if not in the course of the occupation of her planet by the Dominion and its relative abandonment by the Federation? And we know from the slim canon Llin has provided that young Ensign Peel’s story begins as one of post-war trauma. The First Officer, scion of a Starfleet dynasty, may wear some cocky swagger in that darling-of-the-admiralty way, but how many of her friends and relatives saw too much of the front in the Dominion wars, at Wolf 359, in the war with the Cardassian Union, in pre-Kitomer Klingon conflicts? And the Minerva’s Captain – all we know of her is that she is Starfleet’s first Bajoran starship captain. How does that happen? My sense is that the voyages of the Minerva are the tale of Starfleet coming to terms with itself, confronting its own ideology and beginning to move into a new era of politics in the Alpha Quadrant. With the tone and plot-arcs of DS9 and the exploratory ethos of TNG, where might such a story boldly go?

Here, I look for a way into Captain Jeris Dwyna, as she talks with an old friend on the eve of her new command – talks, and remembers.

( A fine name for a ship. )

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fic: alicia/kalinda

2013-04-02T15:05:58Z

Title: A New Day
Canon: The Good Wife
Characters: Alicia Florrick / Kalinda Sharma
Rating: M
Words: ~2,700
Summary: Sex was a strange way to reconcile, but perhaps no stranger than any other way they might have found. Set sometime mid-season-four.

( She's going to make Kalinda come. )

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fic: cj/everyone.

2013-01-06T08:20:32Z

This is, among other things, a little erotic loveletter to the fandom. Something here for – literally – everyone. Or almost: my only regret is that I couldn't get Margaret in here.

Title: The Ars Poetica of CJ Cregg
Canon: The West Wing
Characters: CJ Cregg; ensemble.
Rating: M
Words: ~1,500
Summary: CJ has a vivid imagination.

( Improbable possibilities. )

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SNOWFLAKE CHALLENGE, Y'ALL!

2013-01-01T07:01:01Z

First, let me say how entirely thrilled I am that snowflake_challenge is happening again, this year with its very own spiffy new comm! I think this friendly little lovefest is a real service to fandom, and I'm really excited to participate again. (If you want to see my entries for last year, click the snowflake challenge tag at the bottom of this post.) Selfishly, I'd be thrilled if y'all did, too, because I wanna see what you do!

This year as last, the first challenge is this: In your own space, post a rec for at least three fanworks that you have created. It can be your favorite fanworks that you've created, or fanworks you feel no one ever saw, or fanworks you say would define you as a creator.

As I did last year, I'll take those three categories as guides.

{1} A personal favorite:

Families | DS9 | Kira Nerys & ensemble | ~2,300 words | Rated G

Alternative families are a bit of a thing with me. And I love writing post-canon Kira. I think I captured something here of the melancholy of that period, and also the hope of new futures.

{2} A piece that's suffered a bit of underexposure:

Survival | DS9 | Kira Nerys/Lupaza | ~7,000 words | Rated M
{Note the content advisory at the beginning.}

Underexposure is what happens when you write (1) femslash for (2) a small fandom about (3) an obscure character and (4) slap a warning label on it. I get that. But I think this piece is one of my very best, and I'm extremely proud of it, and I ache for it to have a bigger audience. And I'm not a little in love with its characters, I'll admit, from its leading ladies to Furel and his singing to the OC cameos.

{3} A piece that defines me as a creator:

All of What? | The Good Wife | Diane Lockhart, Kalinda Sharma, and Alicia Florrick | ~1,300 words | Rated T
{Note the content advisory at the beginning.}

This one is enormously difficult. I'm not sure how I define myself as a creator, not least because it's constantly changing. But this little story's central concerns are interiority, difficult intimacy, and feminism. Which is more or less me in a nutshell. Longtime fanpals and readers and misc-stoppers-by, if you think there's one story that really defines me as a writer of fan fiction, I'd be extremely interested to know what you think it is!

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fic: cj/toby

2012-12-31T23:25:20Z

Title: An Approximate Rescue
Canon: The West Wing
Characters: CJ Cregg/Toby Ziegler, with ensemble appearances
Rating: M, for consensual sex
Words: 5,900
Summary: There is more than one way to have a happy-ending romance.

( They are each the other’s best self. )

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two complaints and one prompt request

2012-12-29T01:19:26Z

Analogy: writing a syllabus for a survey that covers eight hundred years of English literature is like solving a Rubik's cube with your teeth.

Note that I have never once in my life managed to solve a Rubik's cube using both hands. So.

Today I made a to-do list that is mainly composed of sub-to-do-lists, items on some of which include "make a to-do list for ______." It's positively Borgesian.

So. This is what happens when you just lose two whole weeks to a combination of misc. illness and general intransigence.

Meanwhile I'm futzing with the various year-in-review memes and frustrated with a few things. One of those things is that my fic mojo has been shot to hell for the better part of six months, and I'd really like to have it back, thanks.

So if you'd like to drop some manageable prompts for absolutely anything at all – any fandom, any genre, any pairing, any rating, anything goes – I'm not promising one single goddamn thing, but I will try to fill some of them and you will have helped me out by getting my brain moving in that direction. (If you're not sure if I'm familiar with a given canon, give it a shot anyway – or just ask.)

I hope you are all having a peaceful and bright end-of-December and turn-of-the-year, with all the best of the season. You're wonderful creatures and I adore you.

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okay then.

2012-12-27T02:31:56Z

And then there's that moment when someone just wins Yuletide.

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YULETIDE!

2012-12-26T22:10:06Z

A preliminary report on the very best of Yuletide:

The Life of Saint Margaret of Antioch (The Hundred Thousand Maidens Remix) | 1700 words | Rated T | ... The Life of Saint Margaret of Antioch

A gorgeous set of miniatures. How hagiography should be done.

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The Wretch Takes to Writing | 1600 words | Rated G | Virginia Woolf's Orlando

Orlando encounters her biographer.

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The Frame of Things | 4500 words | Rated G | Shakespeare's Macbeth

Queer robot theatre of the future.

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More later!

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help.

2012-10-26T01:50:51Z

So. Having submitted my first-ever Big Girl Grown-Up Huge-Ass Fellowship Application (on which more later), I am now turning my attention to the really important shit.

Namely, shoes.

Darlings, help me. Rank these (1=BUY THESE NOW; 4= "meh" or "not now" or "fuck no" or whatever). For those of you who don't know what I look like, I'm a slender 5'4'' with queerish asymmetrical hair and big hipster glasses, and I wear a lot of tight jeans, semi-androgynous slacks, and the occasional skirt/tights arrangement that could just as easily be worn by a Cantabridgian ladybibliographer of the nineteen thirties (if she were feeling a little scandalous), all of the above with various combinations of waistcoats and blazers and ties and such. Consider: beauty as against versatility, how you understand the gender of each style, and so on.

The Fluevog Simon in Brown | The Frye James Wingtip in Tan | The Frye Carson Oxford in Cognac | The Frye Carson Lace-up in Cognac

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misc. teevee and tetley-love

2012-10-23T04:22:16Z

So, it was really nice to watch an episode of The Good Wife that didn't leave me feeling like I'd been knifed in the gut.

( Vaguely spoilery thoughts about why Diane Lockhart is just the best, with bonus insensitive joke )

Entirely unrelated, except for the broad category of Awesome Ladies: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TETLEY!

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alpha centuari has a planet

2012-10-17T00:51:20Z

ALPHA CENTAURI HAS A PLANET! Roughly earth-sized! And it's right over there (she gestures at this small landmass just 4.3 lightyears around the corner). And SETI will apparently be making another pass at the Alpha Centauri system. You know. Just in case.

I find almost nothing so comforting as the thought of the scale of the universe – but this neighborly little fact from our own little corner of it is also wonderfully uplifting.

In celebration, I give you Neil Degrasse Tyson, autotuned to sing to you about how beautiful this universe is.

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rhetorical tropes!

2012-10-16T04:49:56Z

So I was talking to my buddy Meda this evening about my long-standing fantasy of running a fic-fest centered on classical rhetorical tropes, and while I don't have the time or energy to run a full-on fest (witness the total failure of Consentfest), it occurs to me that this might be relevant to some of y'all's interests, so I'm just going to drop this here and see what happens.

RHETORICAL TROPES! FAN FICTION! THESE ARE BOTH GOOD THINGS! LET'S PUT THEM TOGETHER!

The only rule is that your story has to feature one (or more) classical trope(s) as a central element. Use the trope to illustrate a character! To motivate a plot-point! Develop the erotics of zeugma; the apocalypticism of apophasis; the vexed longing of prolepsis. Whatever you want!

Drop some prompts! Write unprompted! Post your fic as a comment to this entry, or post anywhere you please and then leave a comment on this entry with a link, as you will! All fandoms, characters, genres welcome, and stories of any length are invited. Please remember to post relevant warnings in the subject-line of your comment.

If you want some help thinking of some good tropes, or refreshing your memory, Silva Rhetoricae is a wonderful resource.

Now go! RHETORIC AWAITS!

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tgw ficlet: diane and kalinda

2012-10-08T22:09:19Z

(Or, in which I imagine that Diane was as pissed at Anne-Marie Slaughter as I was.)

Title: All of What?
Canon: The Good Wife
Characters: Diane Lockhart, Kalinda Sharma, Alicia Florrick
Rating: T, for some language and an implicitly difficult theme (per the content of the episode).
Words: ~1,200
Summary: Diane gives herself a lesson in scale. {Set immediately following 4x02, ‘And the Law Won’. Contains spoilers.}

Special thanks to tellitslant for heroically battling her feels in order to comply with my demand for a beta.

( She’ll rescue this day yet. )

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tgw 4x02

2012-10-08T14:19:07Z

As I said to KK, "That was forty-three straight minutes of I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO FEEL."

( preliminary thoughts, with spoilers aplenty )

Jump on in and help me work some of this out, my lovelies.

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you know what the world needs more of?

2012-10-07T23:59:19Z

Golden Girls femslash.

That is all. As you were.

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