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I don’t remember a time when I hadn’t seen “Star Wars.” I grew up with it. The original trilogy is one of my mom’s favorite films, and she took Baby Me into the theater to see “The Empire Strikes Back,” nursing me to keep me quiet. We used to check out the television magazine in the Sunday Tribune and highlight the showings of “Star Wars” movies, and she’d let me stay up late to watch them. She started reading me “The Hobbit” and “Lord of the Rings” as a bedtime story when I was so young that it just sank into my conscious. I don’t remember hearing it for the first time, I don’t remember a time without those stories in my blood, although I do remember lying on an inflatable pool float on the floor one hot and sticky summer listening to her reading to me and my brothers. Something was going on with our bedrooms, I don’t remember what, and we weren’t able to sleep in them. So we camped out on the floor upstairs and she read to us by candle light.
My mom introduced me to a lot of science fiction and fantasy, and encouraged me to read and enjoy the genre. She scoured used book stores for out of print books back in the day when out of print books could be very hard to find (no internet!). She took it as given that I could and should love these books, these movies, these tv shows. She shared them with me, shared her love and adoration, her visions of the future and endless possibilities.
I know a huge amount of women who are really deeply invested in science fiction and fantasy books, movies, and tv shows. Most of them were introduced to it by other women, by their moms and aunts and older sisters and cousins and best friends. Paperbacks are circulated, pages worn fabric-smooth, binding creased and bent and chipping away, covers held on with yellowing tape. Read this. Try this. What do you think of this? Have you read this one yet? We induct each other into little worlds, usher each other in, introduce each other to our favorite books and characters and authors and worlds.
More and more the recommendations involve “there’s a female central character!” or “nobody gets raped in this one!”
Science Fiction and Fantasy, like Gaming, has a reputation as being male-dominated, a genre ruled by men: written by men, about men, for men. Women interested in these areas are treated as trespassers, foreigners, creatures suspect and false. This despite the fact that there’s a very long history of women writing Science Fiction and Fantasy… that one could easily argue that the novel in general and Science Fiction specifically were founded/originated by women authors. Women have always been involved with Science Fiction, with Fantasy, with Gaming, with Horror, with Pulp, with all the little islands men set themselves up as absolute rulers of despite all evidence to the contrary.
So let’s have a toast to the women in our lives who introduce us to our favorite nerd things, our geeky tv shows and movies and books and games. Let’s think of our lady friends and their recommendations and our history. Let’s remember each other with fondness and kindness and keep sharing our passion and love.
Women have been a part of every aspect of nerd culture since the very beginning. We aren’t going anywhere. But we’re bringing others with us.
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Cordelia had volleyball practice last night. Once again, the school was locked when we arrived. It was still locked when I got there to pick Cordelia up. Another parent said he thought this was part of an effort to increase security at the schools, but really, how are kids with sports practices supposed to get into the building? We only got in to begin with because some of the staff from aftercare were still in the building. If they'd already gone, we'd have been standing outside for a very, very long time.
I did my volunteer time at the school library this morning. The librarian had me go through her bookshelf of donations to check each title against the library's current holdings. About half of the books were duplicates. After I'd searched everything, another mother and I pulled the library's copies of the duplicates off the shelf for comparison to the donated copies. I think we found about 75% of those books on the shelf. Some books, like a couple of Harry Potter hardcovers, will be added to the collection regardless of the condition of the library's current copies, but for most other titles, which one gets kept will depend on the condition of each of the two copies.
Scott scheduled tomorrow off because that's the one sure way to avoid unexpected Halloween overtime. He was hoping to sleep in until 7:00 when Cordelia and I get up, but the car dealership wants him there at 7:00, so he'll be getting up pretty much when he normally would on a work day.
I got my Yuletide assignment. It's a fandom I was very interested in writing, so that's good. The hard part is that I have no plot bunnies for it right now, and my recipient says they're open to just about anything in the fandom. There is another request for something I know but didn't offer (it was on my list of things I could offer but wasn't incredibly eager to write). I have to consider whether I'd rather write that instead. I will start a canon review tomorrow morning and see what that brings up for me. I just need a starting point of some sort.
[the icon is a San Francisco Giants baseball which will not appear on LJ. Sorry.]
ETA: while I will never enjoy a game seven when it's my own team, tonight's was as close to perfect as a game seven can be.
The Phase-whatever title reveals: ( spoilers if you've managed to avoid pop-culture headlines in the last day )
The leaked Ultron footage with Steve and Tony talking: ( further discussion of title reveals, speculation on footage )
Also, there was an announcement trailer for one of the way-down-the-road movies, which I can't bring myself to care about, but if you do, there are you.
Did I miss anything?
Le maître des livres #1 by Umiharu Shinohara. This is a Japanese manga translated in French about libraries, books, reading really well done. Not available in English yet but recommended if you can read French. I have #2 to read. This was a recommendation from my employee at the reference desk (who is a manga aficionado) who loved the first two books.
What I'm reading now
Ransom Riggs. Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children. YA. Supernatural of sorts. Still reading this. I'm passed the half way point. Interesting.
Foundation of Trust. Cost of Repairs #5. This is David's story. So far it's quite angsty with a pinch of anger sex and pain. Not sure how the author will handle it.
What I'm reading next
Le maitre des livres #2. Definitely. Also Book 1 made me want to reread Oscar Wilde and Stevenson.
What I bought/got from the library this week
Volume 3 of Hawkeye is on its way. I can't wait to read about the adventures of Kate Bishop in LA.
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I have a sick kid, so haven’t been able to watch movies lately.
He’s not worryingly sick, just sick enough to stay home from school (first with a stomach bug, then with a cold).
If he were 10 or older I’d try to find movies to watch with him/around him. But he’s 5, and my review of “Curious George And The Big Halloween Boo Fest Of Ridiculous Circumstances” would only devolve into a rant about colonization and the 1%.
I’ll finish up reviewing 31 movies total, but alas, it might not happen until after October is finished.
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Last night, Cordelia's school had a social event. Kids and parents came in, many of the kids in costume. There were a couple of games, and kids could get Halloween themed temporary tattoos. There were small cups of cider, and everybody got half a donut. There were also apples available. They showed a DVD in the gym-- A Halloween episode of The Cat In The Hat Knows A Lot About That. Fifteen minutes before the event ended, there was a costume parade.
Cordelia didn't wear a costume. She thought that was silly. Most of the other sixth graders I recognized also weren't wearing costumes (I no longer know most of Cordelia's classmates by name. It's kind of weird). I guess they feel too old for that. Cordelia wandered the school with a couple of her friends and spent some time out on the playground.
Scott came for about fifteen minutes, but he had to go in to work early this morning, so he wanted to get home and get ready for bed. He mainly showed up because he wanted a donut.
I was largely bored. I don't know very many other parents, and most of those I do know were busy talking to other people. At the end of the evening, I ended up talking to a couple of sixth grade mothers I know from Cordelia's volleyball team. One of them had a five month old baby girl who was darling (and fussy. She was tired but too stimulated to sleep). I meant to volunteer at the event, but I lost track of it and never signed up. They didn't seem to be short on volunteers, however. I didn't recognize most of the volunteers, and I'm used to the same dozen people doing most of the work for all events. I guess the bigger school means more volunteers.
I do think that the PTO won't be able to do most of the activities they used to do. Floor hockey nights only works up to a certain density of players, and the bigger student population would mean more crowding in the gym. I don't know if they'll try bowling night or mini golf night for the same reason. The international dinner is a potluck that, again, might not work with a lot more people. I also suspect that the talent show would be very different-- Last year, it ran more than two hours, but everyone who wanted to participate did. More kids means either a much longer show or real auditions with only some kids getting to participate.
1. Cheese - I'm a vegetarian, but could never be a vegan and the reason for that is cheese. I usually have at least 3 or 4 kinds of cheese in the fridge at any one time and my current total is 7. I don't really have a favourite, more like lots of favourites depending on what I'm making, the only exception being that I'm not a big fan of the blue stuff.
2. Beer - if beer doesn't count as a food, it really ought to. Like many teenagers, I started drinking at an early age and for a while I drank cider - I was only really introduced to beer (and by 'beer', I mean real ale) a few years later. I was lucky I grew up near a good brewery, then had the chance to try more things at university, and finally have had the good fortune to have settled in what is currently considered to be England's real ale capital. My current pint of choice? Derby Brewing Company's Business as Usual.
3. Eggs Benedict - I rarely have this, because I'm usually too lazy to make Hollandaise sauce, but it's a favourite of mine. I've also had the kind with guacamole, which is always going to be good because I love avocados and chilli.
4. Pasta - again, a major love for me, also a staple of vegetarian life. My particular favourite is a wholemeal one of the shape called mafalda corta, which the supermarket does good deals on every so often at which point I end up buying 5 or 6 bags of it.
5. Pretty much any kind of curry, as long as it's vegetarian. Once, this used to be mixed veg in curry sauce (meh) but now it can be all sorts of things. Personally, I eat a lot of dhal, but am also likely to throw whatever I have into a basic curry or alternatively buy something particular (like pumpkin, which makes a great dry curry).
This reminds me a bit of a conversation I had with someone who's a chef but who had only been in the UK for about 10 years - I was telling her about how food used to be back in the 1970's and 1980's (and into the 1990's in some places!). About how my first experience of pasta was tinned ravioli and tinned spaghetti, how I used to only be able to get particular spices in one shop and that when people first started cooking with olive oil they had to buy it from the chemist's rather than the supermarket.
Hard to believe how much things have changed now, isn't it?
( General preferences )
( Music )
( My requests, copied from the sign-up form plus some additional info: Sleep Dealer, Mighty Avengers, Crash Pad series, Black Panther, The Motorcycle Diaries, Brother to Brother, Daughters of the Dragon, Cloudburst )
Anyway I don't want to over-read into the politics of the series because I feel so many people are busy careful interpreting its politics that it's not being read as what it actually is, which is an (awesome) space opera which is no more or less political than David Weber or Orson Scott Card or Lois McMaster Bujold or any fantasy of space battle glory.
( So brief thoughts on narrative structure )
plus laptop power cord kablooeying a few hours before takeoff
plus waiting for overnight delivery of a power cord
equals a lot of time to read actual books.
My non-spoilery thoughts on Ancillary Sword come down to this: I was checking Twitter during my reading breaks, and much of my Twitter stream is Ferguson-related. I wondered how much the parallels I was drawing were me forcing an interpretation, though some of the commentary on respectability politics seemed overwhelming. I had some vague impression that Ann Leckie was Australian.
Until I finished the book and read in the biographical note that she's from St. Louis, Missouri. Which, as cnoocy pointed out, needs to be interpreted in the light of a book's creation cycle, but is still very telling to me. (The more obvious ideological metaphors are to colonialism -- though reducing this series to ideology is stupid, which hasn't prevented a bunch of illiterates from claiming it's making some kind of feminist separatist statement -- but the arguments Breq hears are certainly used in more domestic issues, as well as post-colonial ones.)
Today, I'm feverish and feeling under the weather (isn't that a lovely phrase?) and it's remarkable because of how long it's been since I felt this way.
So, thank you seems like an odd thing to say, but really, thank you is what I mean. Most people get sick a couple of times a year. Perhaps I've rejoined the herd?
Wouldn't that be nice?
[salt over shoulder/wood firmly knocked upon]
First-trimester nausea really, really sucked this time around (hence the disappearing from life... er... if you asked for a beta in those months, I want to repeat that I am really really sorry for disappearing!). It is possible that there was a psychological component there, stemming from being so done with the first trimester after going through it two times in a year, but man, life is so much better now that that's over with.
I am sort of panicked about having a boy and all the baggage that comes with being a boy. I told D that we'll have to buy some baby dolls for him now (E never got any dolls, although she has a bunch of stuffed animals). One person, whom I very very much like but who definitely has a plethora of unexamined gender assumptions, said to me, "Oh, buying toys for boys is really fun — you can buy them Legos and Lincoln Logs and —" "Um, we… already have all those…" I feel like I have a better handle on girl baggage?
On one hand, E is old enough to do things for herself, which will make things just about infinitely easier with a new baby. On the other hand, it means that I am no longer at all used to not sleeping through the night, changing diapers, teaching a kid how to feed himself and put on his own clothes and… oh man, it's making me tired just thinking about it. What were we thinking again? Oh, right, that E is the cutest thing in possibly the entire universe and that in time maybe, hopefully, if all goes well, we could have a second incredibly cute four-year-old. I hope!
Cordelia enjoyed her field trip; she actually was sad that it will be back to ordinary school time today. I'm not sure where all they went, but the field trip was focused on hydrology, and Cordelia talked about recycled plastic as something they encountered. The two sixth grade classes went to each place at different times, so Cordelia only saw her own class. They didn't even have lunch at the same time/place.
Scott didn't get the supervisor position on third shift. He's very disappointed. They gave the position to a supervisor from second shift, so there's now an opening for a supervisor there. That shift runs 3 p.m. to 11 p.m., so if Scott applies and gets it, he would only see Cordelia on weekends (it would also make a lot of things like Cordelia's sports much more inconvenient as I'd have to find transportation for her). I get the impression that he's seriously thinking about doing it because he doesn't see any better way forward.
We went out to dinner last night to Saica, a nearby Japanese restaurant that also serves Korean food. I always forget how little there is there that I can eat. Everything is spicy or has egg. I should probably stick to udon, but I keep trying the tempura and ending up with bad reflux. I slept poorly last night because of that, and I'm still coughing because my throat is irritated (it's not because I'm getting Cordelia's cold. It's not).
I called Mom after we got home from dinner. She didn't find a house to buy in Lawton, so she and my step-father are thinking to rent a place next summer (I'm not sure for how long). There have been a few houses they've wanted to buy, but the sellers are in debt for more than the houses are worth and can't afford to sell at market value.
Like everybody else, I'm waiting eagerly for my Yuletide assignment. Sixteen of the fandoms I offered have requests, so I should be relatively easy to match. Of course, most of them had more offers than requests, so who knows? I am sad that the Alcatraz series didn't get any offers from anybody but me. I would like fic for that, but I guess it's not at all well known. Maybe I need to work at getting people to read it-- Who can resist a book called Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians?