I am, apparently, someone who copes with existential terror by writing villanelles. (It is surprisingly helpful. Villanelles are so complicated that fighting through it is a good distraction .)


Watchful waiting has a cost
Meet peril’s ambush unaware
This is how the war is lost.

Stay your course, let fear exhaust
Claim it’s delusion to prepare
Watchful waiting has a cost.

Thoughts and prayers with blood embossed
Empty words meant not to scare
This is how the war is lost.

Illicit power is not crossed
Deny, avoid, ignore, beware
Watchful waiting has a cost.

Blood-fed petals will be tossed
Maintain denial if you dare
This is how the war is lost.

Peace shall fade in killing frost
With enmity beyond compare
Watchful waiting has a cost.
This is how the war is lost.
I require a certain amount of meat in my diet to function, both because if I'm not eating enough red meat I start getting sick (and it does *have* to be beef or buffalo or goat or similar; I've tested it) and because there are so many other things I can't eat that it needs to form part of the thing I can.

I would rather do the meat from local farms; I've established recently that meat not from local farms doesn't taste good.

Walden Local will sell me, for $50 every other month, 5 pounds of meat every other month-- I think at least a pound of that is ground meat and the rest is assorted other things which I would be much less willing to consider had I not discovered the magic of crock pots. (Also it arrives frozen so I do have time to figure out how to cook anything weird.) And I'd need to either check off the "no sausage" box or find a way to query whether their sausage routinely contains fruits or mushrooms.

There's no commitment involved, so I suppose there's no harm in trying it--- especially if I also invest in small tupperwares so leftover roast can be frozen in portion size-- but I'm still mentally going "That is... actually a *lot* of meat..." (On the other hand, I suspect this would actually bring my food costs *down*, since it would have the effect of me buying less by way of snack foods and insta-foods and more of my meals being "wrap leftover meat in tortilla; have done with it." Especially if I got enough tupperware to go back to "make hand pies, freeze" as a viable survival tactic.)
Why could this not have been the popular anti-racism book, if what we're looking for is "white woman talks about the process of becoming an ally?"

The book in question is Waking Up White: And Finding Myself in the Story of Race by Debby Irving. I think I would only use it as a first introductory book with white people who have themselves had privileged enough lives that the mention of a country club doesn't cause some kind of instinctive disdain, because the first part of the book is her journey of coming to racial awakening and that starts with a very privileged childhood. I don't think it will land the same way for anyone who grew up poor. She does discuss race-versus-class a bit at the beginning, but I do think people who didn't grow up with money are going to have a ready excuse to be dismissive.

However, for people who did grow up with the kind of privilege she describes, the book is potentially incredibly valuable. There no heavy academic theory in this, and no intense performativity. Instead, she starts with an explanation of her own childhood and how she was encouraged to brush anything even vaguely unpleasant under the rug, and mistakes she made with her early zeal to "help the less fortunate" and the resultant seeing herself as savior/rescuer. Then she was late registering for classes during her master's degree and the only thing that had spots was the racial justice class... and it appears to have been a very good racial justice class, one aware of the effect it was having on the participants. But she's also very clear that having been woken up wasn't the end; it was the beginning-- she goes on to describe a lot of learning experiences she had later, including some truly cringe-inducing mistakes.

From there, she goes to broader questions of "what immediate behavioral changes can you make," with sections for both inner work (reflection and changing your thought process) and outer work (start thinking about ways you can contribute positively to changing society). She still keeps it focused, though-- broad patterns are discussed, but they're discussed in layman's terms and illustrated with anecdotes from her life.

The chapters are short, and each one a question to answer at the end, or  a couple of related questions. It took me so long to get through it in part because I was writing my answers down and some of them required time to think about.

At the end, there's a section called "Tell Me What To Do," which includes further reading, ways to engage with the people of color around you, ways to evaluate whether the anti-racism you've found is helping or further perpetuating the problem, and places to donate to.

(Some of you might remember my scathing review of White Fragility back in July, and I haven't been able to stop myself mentally comparing them as I read, since they're both introductions to racism written by privileged white women. To my mind the biggest difference between the two books is the focus: DiAngelo wants to make sure you feel bad-- and indeed seems to consider making you feel bad to be the entire point of the exercise-- while Irving wants to make sure you're equipped to help, and I know which one I think is more useful to enacting long-term change. But Irving also wants to make sure you can understand what she's saying; she's well-educated but she's not actually an academic, and it shows-- she's careful to use clear, plain language throughout.)

So this one is highly recommended! It's practical, it's focused, and it acknowledges that everyone will make mistakes but also that those mistakes aren't the end of the world if you learn from them.
Found in submission guidelines: "Please make sure your submission is actually attached to your email."

Which is a good and important reminder-- Google has stopped me a couple of times with "you wrote attached in your email; do you want to attach something?" when I've forgotten this myself-- I'm just amused at how often this apparently happens.

I was similarly amused a while back when I encountered a list of "topics we don't want to see" which included "stories in which global warming is caused by a magical creature." That definitely sounds like it would be hard to do well-- I'm certainly not going to try-- but I'm also slightly boggled by the number of stories they must have gotten on that subject to decide it was necessary to say up front "please don't do that." I don't think I've ever thought "Yes, I want to write a story where global warming is all the magical creatures' fault."
No one ever mentions that the first step is not learning how code works, but failing at installing your development environment.
I love country music. I love it deeply and ferociously. I'm also very, very aware of its cultural problems, and so periodically I go look at one of the major country news sites to find out about all the songs that are critical darlings and will never, ever get radio airplay because they're trying to change the culture of country. I've found some lovely songs this way. (Also some utterly heartwrenching ones; if you want to hear a stunning country take on being a rape survivor, go check out Lindsay Ell's "Make You".)

Which is how I came across a song released in early November called "The Problem," sung by Amanda Shires and Jason Isbell, which strikes me as being very much in the same tradition as Reba McEntire's "She Thinks His Name Was John".

Both songs strive to draw attention to a topic your many if not most country music fans would really much rather victim-blame about, and they both do it somewhat obliquely without ever outright mentioning what they're talking about, in such a way that if you're not living in that moment you might not know what they're talking about-- I guessed fairly quickly that "The Problem" was about abortion, but I didn't know "She Thinks His Name Was John" was about AIDS until I went looking for the lyrics and found articles about how historic it was. (By the time I was old enough to notice, AIDS was well on its way to being under control in the US.)

We're actually in a really wonderful cultural moment for country songs starting to explicitly call out country culture-- Keith Urban's "Female" may have gotten dragged by progressives outside the country community, but a lot of people on the inside were well aware of the importance of a major A-list star publicly identifying as feminist. (From my perspective, the important thing about that song was that something explicitly referencing the idea of "she asked for it" being wrong went on to get actually played on the radio.) And the lovely-but-no-radio songs are more accessible than ever because of the internet-- note that I'm finding all these songs from one fairly mainstream country news site which is also talking about the gender gap in radio time. Relatively recent songs: "Black Like Me" and "What Are You Gonna Tell Her" by Mickey Guyton (and I could enthuse for SO LONG about "What Are You Gonna Tell Her"; she's addressing the issue of growing up told you can do anything and then hitting the world and discovering sexism exists), "The Daughters" by Little Big Town, "Get It Girl, You Go" by Laura Bundy (which is a very *weird* song), and the entire Highwomen album.

On a related note, while not a callout of country culture per se, country music is also now in the sort of place where a song like "To Break Hers"-- which is about the fallout of finally admitting you're gay after years of long-term relationship with a woman-- can exist at *all*. (I like it because it manages to thread the needle of "everyone involved in this has a good reason to be upset" while still making it clear that being gay is not, in fact, the problem here; having a serious relationship based on a lie is.)
A while back, I posted about circling and there was a discussion of encounter groups in the comments. Specifically, that encounter groups aren't around so much anymore because putting a bunch of people in a room to have feelings at each other with inadequate facilitation tends to end badly.

Apparently circling isn't the only place they've made a rebranded reappearance. No, there's now something called "racial healing circles" which I spent an hour chasing down specifics on today. As far as I can tell, they are slightly more focused encounter groups being put forth by a number of social-justice-oriented foundations where you're all supposed to sit in a circle with a facilitator and talk about your racial feelings. They're explicitly not about dealing with systemic injustice, but rather are supposed to be a place where you all sit in a circle and talk about your racial feelings and promote *understanding* each other.

I don't have to describe all the obvious ways for this to go horribly wrong, right?

ALA-- yes, my very own professional organization-- has trained some people to facilitate these in libraries as a way of getting libraries to participate in more social justice stuff. Just a two-day workshop with some preparatory webinars, and you can be qualified to facilitate racial healing circles too!

The thing is, because the way this sort of disaster manifests is in the form of quiet lasting damage to the individuals hurt by it, the people running the workshops are never going to know the harm they're doing.
I have returned to my attempts to actually *use* my cookbooks! (If you're just joining us now, I have more than a hundred cookbooks, many of which were acquired secondhand and chosen on a basis of "interesting" and "eye-catching" rather than anything as pedestrian as "useful.") I did not, however, wind up using a book I haven't used before, but rather two old favorites.

Since I have made all the brownie recipes except the blondies in The Ghirardelli Chocolate Cookbook at least once, I know I've made chocolate fudgy brownies before-- though last time I was making brownies from here, we still didn't know what-all my dietary restrictions actually were and I was making them vegan with applesauce, which is turns out to be exactly the wrong way to do it once you know what I actually have. This time I did it properly following the recipe. It's the first time in a while that I've done anything that involves melting down chocolate chips rather than using cocoa powder, and it's a lot easier than I remember it being. I need to remember that many of my early experiences with this cookbook were made much harder because I was dealing with pretty serious untreated (and for a while undiagnosed) mental and physical illness, a highly stressful life, and not a ton of experience with cooking. Doing it now that I have experience with things like making every banana bread variation recipe in the same loaf just because we can (which is delicious but such an intense flavor that you can have, like, a bite of it), this recipe is actually very simple, very quick, and very good, though next time I am definitely lining my pan with parchment paper.

Maybe next time I pick up this cookbook I'll try something not in the brownie section. I've made all the brownies, but nothing not a brownie.

Today, while looking through How To Bake Everything, I spotted a recipe for Sweet Potato Galette, which I attempted. The main problem with it is that the amount of filling called for and the amount of crust called for don't match, so it came out somewhat undercooked in the middle and then burned on top. Other than that it's quite tasty and there are a *lot* of galette recipes in there, some of which look pretty good, so I think I'm just going to spend my winter making various varieties of galette.

Also however clumsy it was I MADE A GALETTE AND I'M VERY PROUD OF THIS.

I really should try one of the cookbooks I haven't used before, though.
As a general observation: if you are doing a study on the subject of keeping secrets and you're using a questionnaire to get people who have recently committed an infidelity, it would be a *lot* simpler and probably more accurate to add a question to your questionnaire about whether they've told their spouse about their infidelity and exclude the ones who have than it is to do what they apparently did, which was conduct an entirely separate study about whether people who've committed infidelities usually tell their partners about them and assume that the "roughly 80% keep it a secret" that you get holds true for your other sample size. Like, this is REALLY OBVIOUS bad research design.
I have come into the possession of a frozen farm share chicken that is defrosting in the fridge.

Anyone have a good crock pot recipe for a whole chicken?
I just saw an article talking about how Q-drops are functionally creative writing prompts-- their followers take whatever, look for "meaning", and create things out of the whole cloth based on the prompting.

I am now extremely tempted to *actually* use Q-drops as fiction prompts and write some dystopian short stories based on them.
Apparently the paperback version of We're the Weird Aliens came together faster than expected; you can now order it here.

This means plenty of time for holiday shopping to beat the expected paperback shortage!
I'm finally reading Waking Up White. It is already better than White Fragility and I'm only a couple of chapters in, but I was expecting that. I'm going to do a proper post on it later, once I've finished it, something which is taking a while because they're short chapters and at the end of each chapter there are self-reflection questions intended to get you to think about your preconceptions. (And the way she approaches this is so much more likely to get people to actually listen!)

However, I did discover something interesting in the bit at the beginning that addresses the "but it's REALLY about class" people, because Debby Irving grew up a country club girl. My immediately family never belonged to any country clubs, but I had cousins who did.

Jewish country clubs.

And the attitudes of Jewish country club people seem to be somewhat different from the attitudes of Yankee WASP country club people, quite aside from there being something I can't quite identify in her descriptions of her early life that makes me want to offer catlike hiss at the culture she's describing, as I realize that my usual disparaging eyeroll at "country club people" is very specifically directed at the kind of country clubs where you wear salmon shorts and play polo. (Which is also how country clubs usually intrude on my consciousness, as that's how they appear in media, while my experience of the Jewish ones is primarily attending other people's bar mitzvahs.) I don't have the same instinctive mental hiss at the Jewish ones.

The more racial-awareness stuff I read the more I become aware that a fair bit of Jewish culture penetrated through despite my mother's efforts to separate me from it. (Heightened, I think, by growing up in a very Jewish area, such that there are a lot of things that are actually Jewish outlooks that I perceive as "just how the world works." Right up until I'm out of the local area, anyway...)
I have a story in an anthology, which is now live for Kindle preorder, with the physical copies soon to come.

The anthology is called We're the Weird Aliens and follows the premise of "What if humans are the species considered really *weird* by the rest of the galaxy? Not just 'indomitable spirit and endure when the chips are down', but are really *weird*?"

My story is called "Variations" and is my "aliens discover service dogs" story: the human delegation to the ship Starleaf includes someone with a strange creature no one mentioned, and a young alien aspiring to the job of Intercultural Liaison sets out to find out both why it's there and why no one mentioned it was coming. But asking straight-out would be rude... and so misunderstandings ensue.

That's just one of the stories, of course; there are several others by other authors.

You can preorder the ebook on Amazon here, or when preorder for other formats and stores goes live it will be posted here.
I haven't watched it yet, but Lindsay Ellis has another video up about getting a cease and desist letter accusing her of defamation from the omegaverse lawsuit people because of the last video, and other events subsequent to that.

(Because these people apparently don't know how to quit while they're behind...)
Dichroic Glass Dice

No dice shall ever be prettier. Someday, when I have money, I shall acquire a set of these. (I have comparatively few sets of dice-- just one set of ace pride dice and one set of jewel-toned sparkly red metal ones-- but the ones I have, I treasure.)
Grocery shopping is horrendously overwhelming and I hate it. At some point I do need to manage to make it inside a TraderJoe's, though, for the very simple reason that I need pumpkin butter-- every year I get a jar of pumpkin butter at Halloween which I stick on a shelf until Purim, whereupon I use it for hamantaschen. I refuse to let the pandemic steal my hamantaschen.

I did not, however, do that *today*, because unlike most grocery stores, Trader Joe's is doing the "line up outside so we can limit customers" thing and the line at the one I was near was *really long*. I might try combining it with the "get up early to go vote while everyone else is at work" errand, which is the other thing I didn't do today because the line was really long. There are two more weeks of early voting plus actual election day; I can do it sometime that *isn't* the first day of early voting and therefore incredibly crowded. Especially since my work schedule is irregular which means I can do it when everyone else is at work.

(The bright spots of the day were sitting around a fire in [personal profile] benign_cremator's yard and finding cranberries while on the terrible grocery shopping trip. It is, at last, the season. I shall make cobbler later, and torte, and potentially sugared cranberries although those are more fun when you soak them in alcohol first.)

An observation on the cold weather: my body appears to have shifted into "STARVING! ALL! THE! TIME!" mode.

I hate the "OMG YOU USED THE WRONG WORD" thing in general-- not the "don't use slurs" part, slurs are totally reasonable to be upset about, but the thing where something was the correct term a few years ago and *now* the social justice establishment has decided that the word is Deeply Offensive. The constantly-evolving terminology is a way of excluding those who don't have the in-group connection to keep up, and to anyone who's not deeply immersed in the movement it makes the movement look petty.

As in this instance, where there are about a thousand reasons to object to Amy Coney Barrett, and yet the one certain circles seem to have decided on is "She used 'sexual preference' when the correct phrase is 'sexual orientation'!"

Whether or not that's a dog-whistle (and I'm not totally convinced it is given the number of people *within* the community I've seen use the two phrases interchangeably) do you realize how that makes you look to *other* people? People who are probably going to look at that and go "Oh, the people objecting to her are petty people fussing over language" and use that to dismiss all the legitimate human rights stuff?

(Sure, the deep-red people are going to dismiss it no matter what you say, but there actually is a decent chunk of the country that just doesn't think too hard about this stuff either way.)

YA Fiction

Oct. 15th, 2020 09:51 pm
There is an attitude towards life in a lot of YA fiction that I absolutely detest: the idea that being angry is always unjustified and being nice involves letting people walk all over you.

Oh, not fighting evil. YA will let you rage against outright evil all day. Go kill the dragon, fight the wicked king, discover that no, really, you *can't* redeem that bad guy. The problem lies in closer relationships. Friends. Family. Every time I try to read a YA novel, especially a contemporary one, I run into situations where protagonist's family or friends are terrible to the protagonist in a more mundane way-- constant belittling of her hobbies, or breaking her stuff, or ignoring her interests, and the book very clearly takes the side of the family, insisting that being upset about their constant boundary violations is the real problem here. It's always set up so she learns a "lesson" about being more accepting of other people, or "people are more important than disagreements," or your family breaking your prized guitar isn't something you should hold a grudge over because "people are more important than things."

I have never been especially inclined to any sort of YA other than the epic hero fantasy stories where there's barely a romance-- and truly, not even very many of them-- and I wonder if this being *incredibly* common is part of why.  Especially given that I adore Claire Kann's YA romances, where the primary theme is "let's think about what boundaries mean"... and where I frequently have to pause and remind myself that this is Claire Kann so this thing where people are hitting the protagonist's boundaries is going to be resolved in a way that acknowledges those boundaries are fine. Good, even.

But we really do need to start thinking, when we analyze a story, about more than just "does it have any obvious sexism or prejudices", because honestly I find the implicit message that having boundaries is a bad thing to be far more damaging.

And I don't like the world twisting to make the protagonist wrong, as in this current one I'm reading. It's differently angled from the usual "guy is a jerk except he lets *only you* see his deeply wounded core!" stories because there are strong hints guy is only a jerk to the protagonist and not generally a jerk to everyone, but that's still not... *good*.

(Also someday I really want a story where the "secretly we are pen pals and don't know it" trope is *not* infused with extra melodrama about their real identities hating each other. It is *possible* to pull that off well, but most writers are not Sherwood Smith. Can I have one where they're just kind of generally in each other's social circles but not close?)
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