hannah: (Rob and Laura - aureliapriscus)
I've been feeling weirdly shaky all this evening, by which I mean literally shaky - not quite shivering but almost there, which I'm putting down to having stood for a good chunk of the workday without taking breaks or drinking much water. Tomorrow I'm bringing a bottle with me to see if that helps.

But in any case, despite the actual shaking enough that when I sat down I wondered if there was a large airplane flying overhead, it's still a good day.

Because Stubborn Mouths is currently on the first page of the AO3's DS9 page when sorted by kudos.

It was already there by comments and bookmarks, but now it's there on kudos, too. And hot damn, this feels good.
hannah: (evil! - ponderosa121)
During a dermatologist's visit earlier today, I got confirmation that parasols are good sun protection. That what's more or less carrying around a patch of shade is a good way to keep from getting too much damage done.

I'm sure you know where this is going.

Vampires with parasols. Oh, yeah. Make it happen, fandom. I trust you.
hannah: (Pruning shears - fooish_icons)
There's a very particular delight that comes from sitting between two guys on the subway, planting my legs down and not giving up my space or making myself smaller and forcing them into taking up just one seat each - and then pulling out a volume of Jane Austen. Oh, they tried to get their dudespread back, but my book was out and I wasn't getting up for at least another three stops. Nothing doing, guys.
hannah: (Travel - fooish_icons)
I got back from Con.Txt about an hour ago...and I've been spending that time catching up, slowly, on work for my part-time job as well as filling out and submitting the invoice I forgot to send in last Thursday. Welcome to the working world.

Will do my best to get my memories recorded shortly, and add everyone on every social network that I possibly can.
hannah: (Travel - fooish_icons)
Heading out to Con.Txt. See you all Sunday!
hannah: (Dar Williams - skadi)
Having seen the first three seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the first season of Angel, I'm really in it for the long haul now. Swapping the series' and alternating the seasons' viewing was a good choice - it's an opportunity to enjoy the experience of incomplete information. It's very clear there's more going on around the edges of the story I just haven't been informed about yet, and while I've been spoiled for some things I haven't been spoiled for all of them, or the particular circumstances of how they happen.

What it really reminds me of is the feeling of reading X-Men comics in the nineties before widespread fandom wikis. I didn't read everything in order, just chunks here and there when I had enough money to get another trade paperback, so there were some significant gaps between the stuff I knew, and the stuff I had to infer and extrapolate about. With Buffy and Angel, it's kind of like that, and I'm struggling to avoid spoilers - even indirect ones - to sustain that feeling of filling in the blank spaces.

Watching the shows also reminds me of those comics in the way the casts and themes get retooled every so often. Again, the X-Men kept getting new 'volumes' and major team shifts, and sometimes it was swift and decisive and sometimes it was slowly constructed and realized over a number of years to the point where it wasn't immediately evident even while it was happening. The general ethos and drive is still generally intact, but the execution changes. The first "volume" of Buffy, which was about as neatly designed as anything Whedon's ever done, was the first three seasons, and after that it's onto volume two. Which I can understand, having seen that come through before.

Oddly enough, the first direct experience I had with any Buffy-related media - not counting vids - was the first Fray trade paperback, which my hometown library had for some reason. And from that, I got the impression every Slayer got the memories and experiences of each past Slayer. Not quite reincarnation, but certainly some form of singular collective memory. When I watched the show and found it was just prophetic and illustrative dreams, I was fairly disappointed, in no small part because it was a retroactively lost opportunity for so much good storytelling - Buffy having to maintain herself against the tide of all the past Slayers and their lives to bring more emphasis and emotional undercurrent of her struggle for personal identity and not just her rallying against her grand destiny, having the strength and the memories of the skills but but not knowing how to put them together, and the dichotomy between ageless warrior and young girl would make her relationship with Angel much more compelling. If she's both the young girl and ageless warrior, as Angel is always a young man and ageless demon, there'd be a sense of understanding between the two of them that would provide weight and resonance to their love beyond new relationship energy that first came from Buffy being sixteen which got lost after she grew up a bit and it turned into a contractual obligation.

This misconception also had me anticipating that when another Slayer showed up, she'd have all of Buffy's memories to the moment of her death. Which had me thinking - would Faith, with her copy of Buffy's life stored safe in her head, be the only person who remembered life before Dawn was rewritten into it? I know she was on another show at the time, but wouldn't that have been interesting to explore?

Also, the moment Charles Gunn appeared, "Right-Hand Man" came into my head - "You were expecting someone else?" Here comes the General - BOOM!
hannah: (Martini - fooish_icons)
During Hadestown one of the Fates gave me a cup so I could raise a toast. I was sitting close enough to the action that I could hold my hands out and receive; she gave it to me with a grin, gladly, and I smiled back. And when I drank, it was champagne in the cup.

Couldn't tell you what kind. Just that it was champagne.

I hung around in the lobby afterward to catch the stage manager and ask her what it was. And even though I know what she told me, I also know what I drank. She said it was water, and that it must have been theatre magic, but I know it was champagne. Something sweet and wonderful.

Because of course it was.
hannah: (steamy drink - fooish_icons)
I've been getting up way too early this week for reasons that aren't vacations or elections. Then again, I haven't had a cold since about this time last year, or a few months earlier, so if I keep hunkering down and drinking hot liquids, I should be able to get through it with a minimum of worry and whining and at least a little joking - yesterday at work my partner down in the stacks was also feeling under the weather, so I said between the two of us we made one healthy person, and that got her to laugh.

I've also finished the third season of Buffy, and I'm quite tempted to stop right there because Whedon managed to say so much about the point and purpose of the character he created in the last two episodes with the added bonus of a wonderfully choreographed set of battle scenes, and I wouldn't have to deal with his attempts to convince me either Buffy or Angel had any romantic feelings for each other. Not that I'll stop watching it, though, just that I'm considering it. The other day at work I once again compared Whedon to Jules Verne, who's also very good for his time, a great maker of ideas, and a reasonably competent storyteller who the world has moved past.

In any case, after viewing the polled data, I'm going to go to Angel season one, then Buffy season four, and keep switching on and off until I run out of TV. I grew up reading X-Men comics and Marvel crossovers. Two parallel canons should be just fine.
hannah: (Library stacks - fooish_icons)
I'm almost done with the third season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and I know Angel kicks off right at the same time as season four. I'm aware there's a lot of crossover, in characters shifting between the shows if nothing else, but what I don't know is the best possible viewing order. Just going by air date doesn't seem like it'd work, since there are multi-part arcs for each show and flipping back and forth when I have everything on Netflix seems a little silly.

I found this guide, and this one - so to those who've seen both, which looks better?
hannah: (Captain Jack Harkness - darththalia)
The Wonder Wheel is a grand old Ferris Wheel out on Luna Park in Coney Island, the best in New York City. It's tall, and built to last, and rises up out of the rest of the park as the main attraction, the central feature, and walking towards it with the sunset behind, it really is the stuff tourism campaigns are built on. Tonight could have been on postcards, for all the sunset had to offer - pinks behind the clouds running jagged blue - and all the lights of the park with the day not yet gone but far enough away to whisper night had almost arrived, all the lights of the park standing bright to keep their colors and keep the strangeness and tender unreality standing through.

Also of note about the Wonder Wheel is it has stationary cars that move as the Wheel turns, and rocking cars that shift back and forth on runners when the Wheel stops and momentum kicks in. Rising up to see the park spreading out beneath you, unfolding and unfurling as the wheel slowly carries you is a quiet delight, something to hold gently. The moments the Wheel stops and the car swings out past its edge with nothing but the window of the car between you and the sky - they're quite thrilling. And if you're lucky enough to swing forward when the fireworks at the nearby baseball park are in full bursting bloom, there's nothing else like it. My family wouldn't have gotten to see that if we hadn't been so late getting going in the morning, getting held up at dinner, and waiting in line for quite so long. We did, though, and when we rode up as the sunset disappeared underneath the city skyline, and the ocean and sky darkened, and the fireworks were a matching piece of unreality to the park beneath us - when we rocked forward and for a moment were going to fly out and join them, just a moment but a rich one. The sky was dark, the air was cold, and the lights were hit. The light of day became the lights of the night, and Luna Park carried us from one into the other without noticing - sometime between stepping on and off, the phantasmagoria of the park holding us afloat and alight until we left it to return to the world.
hannah: (Dar Williams - skadi)
I didn't realize I had Monday off until my boss told us yesterday. I'm taking it as a good sign that I've gotten adjusted to working full-time, and even enjoying it. My weekends are still crammed, and I'll be doing so much stuff this Monday I don't think it'll be all that relaxing of a day, but I can still sleep in until eight and not feel bad.

In the meantime, I'm going to enjoy the sound of the rain, and plan out what baked goods I can bring in over the next few weeks with the fruit coming into season.
hannah: (Travel - fooish_icons)
Last night I said that for all the trouble it took me to get to Alabama and back, I might as well have been traveling to Denmark. In retrospect, that isn't strictly true, since there are direct flights to Copenhagen. It was mostly Atlanta that did it - two hours' delay both going and coming thanks to weather. Even so, it wasn't that bad. The delays were so enormous for the entire airline that I knew there wasn't any possible way I could make my connecting flight, and the airline knew it, too, so they rebooked me without me having to call them.

So if I've learned anything from this trip, it's that one shouldn't connect through Atlanta, and to always travel with some way to rebook or contact the airline. Just in case. I was lucky that I was only delayed a couple of hours and was working with flexible schedules - pretty much the only things on the to-do list were go hiking, bake bread, attend a roller derby match, and watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer. And we saw to all of them.

While I can no longer bring a room to silence by saying "I've never seen Buffy" I think I can probably still get some strange looks when I say it took me so long to get to it. But I said the only way I'd start is on a friend's couch, and that was how I did it. I'm genuinely enjoying myself, and while I doubt there's fic or meta for the exact sort of things I want to read and discuss, the fandom's been around long enough I might be pleasantly surprised. Since I'm only midway through the second season, and plan on going concurrently with Angel once I get to that point in continuity, so maybe by the time I'm finished with it all someone will have gotten around to it.

Then again, I've always had very specific desires.

There was a lot of parallel socializing while we watched - I paid attention and made silly comments, she worked on a paper and sometimes responded - that was ideal for a pair of introvert-leaning individuals who wanted to share each other's company without getting burned out. We'd take breaks that sometimes included discussions of the fundamental appeal of AUs and the semiotics of color theory in True Detective, and on Friday I made challah in the morning, caught a tiny frog on a hike in the afternoon, and roasted a chicken with root vegetables in the evening. Alabama has some stunningly beautiful mountains, and for those alone it's worth a trip. Just bring water and wear clothes that breathe.

Saturday morning we went out to an indoor artists' market, which was full of great stuff and shiny things, as all artists' markets should be. There was a giant metal insect on a radio tower outside, and strawberry Jarritos and a great burrito for lunch. That night was roller derby, which I'd never seen before - and I'm glad I saw it live, because there's so much to keep track of I'd have been lost if I'd seen it any other way. There's always something happening in the ring, always something to pay attention to, whether it's the jammers trying to get in front, the blockers trying to hold them back, the pivoting players shifting the whole state of the bout, and this is all while it's always moving around. Nothing's static. The announcer was a fabulously dressed old woman in a giant purple hat, everyone on the track had smile lines on their face, the local team won by a 200 point lead, and I caught a firefly when I took a little walk around the building during halftime.

And coming back, I was so late I circled all the way around to arriving just in time to catch the last of the Pride fireworks on the Hudson river, which made the delay very much worthwhile.
hannah: (Travel - fooish_icons)
Discounting the time zone shift, and including the few minutes I stopped for pizza, it took at least twelve hours to get from Alabama to my apartment. I might as well have been coming in from Denmark for all the trouble it took me.

Worth it, though.
hannah: (Travel - fooish_icons)
Fighting off pre-trip jitters and worries with podcasts and checklists.

If you need me, I'll be back Sunday night.
hannah: (Zach and Claire - pickle_icons)
The sun's set now, but it took its time in doing so. I spent a little while outside this afternoon and walked through the park on the way back, stopping for some white mulberries and to notice the bees. No strawberries, though - if I'd known it was the Strawberry Moon tonight I might have stopped at the greenmarket sometime today to pick some up. Strawberries don't need reasons or excuses, but sometimes it's nice to have a deliberate occasion.

It's also that time of year I really need to accept it, give in, and turn on my AC. Every year I resist, and once again I'm left unable to focus and manage my time on account of the heat and humidity. Opening the window only helps so much - same with turning on the regular fan. It's a minor hassle to keep having to wrangle with the screen and window every time I want to turn the AC on or off, and enough of one I avoid it as much as I can. But tomorrow night I should see about that. See what writing I can get done when it's not so humid in here. I can't help it - I'm still not used to this sort of summer night.
hannah: (Marilyn Monroe - mycrime)
I saw Hamilton last Thursday. Seat 113, two rows down from the very top of the theater. A great spot to see the entire stage, and I'm really glad I stuck to my word and didn't listen to it until I was in the theater, watching it happen. Because it works so well as a musical narrative piece, and it soars as a piece of stagecraft. I didn't cry, though some people around me did.

There were a last few moments of the look people gave me whenever I'd say I hadn't listened to it yet, and one guy giving me an incredible moment of silence when I told him. It'll be a little disappointing to lose that, but only a little, since I can listen to the album now. Maybe once a week. So as not to wear it out.
hannah: (Library stacks - fooish_icons)
At the end of the day, after filling out payroll paperwork and getting photos taken and going on a tour of the labyrinthine architecture, my boss gathered her team together - the better for us to get to know each other and work together, and to find out we all actually do like each other - and asked us to sum up our days in one word, and why.

The one I picked was "accountability." Because it wasn't just becoming an official employee with a key card, it was also getting an understanding of the scope and scale of the projects I'll be working on, and the structure of the organization with all its moving parts and how my work fits into those, and who I'll be answering to at the end of the day.

During the meeting, I found out that even though this place is larger than any other company or organization I've worked for, by at lease one if not multiple orders of magnitude, it was structured a lot like most of them. Just to a slightly larger scale. So that was pretty nice to learn, since I know how to think about it when I walk in the door. Just more of what I'm used to, in the usual way I come into these things: off to the side, doing my own stuff, supporting everyone on a big scale but removed enough from them the abstraction helps me focus on exactly what's in front of me, and getting to know a small number of people very well and nodding politely to pretty much everyone else.

Getting my picture taken for staff ID was fairly memorable because the photographer asked me what it was behind my back, and it took me a minute and me turning around to show it to him for me to understand he'd been asking about my hair.

So all in all, my first day went well. On account of most of the day's tasks being maintenance and bookkeeping-type stuff, I was able to leave early, which was a nice way to help ease into things. It won't be the case tomorrow, but I'm sure it'll still be fine.
hannah: (Martini - fooish_icons)
Thank you for all your kind words and wishes; they're making the prospect of tomorrow terrific rather than terrifying. So much love to everyone.

To celebrate, I've got a cocktail of a tiny bottle of only reasonable passable prosecco and the last of the second batch of homemade lilac syrup. It's really not that bad - the syrup's a lot better than the wine, but it's a nice, single-serving way to mark the night as something different.
hannah: (Robert Downey Jr. - riot__libertine)
Today I cooked risotto and roasted some vegetables, and baked cookies and pumpkin spice bars. I also managed to rip two pairs of pants, only one of which is worth the money to fix. On both counts, I doubt tomorrow will be as notable, but perhaps that's not such a bad thing in either case.
hannah: (Zach and Claire - pickle_icons)
I only seem to get on bicycles on small islands I get to by ferry. Last year it was Lido in Venice, and this year it was Governor's Island in New York City. Which could be argued for as a step-up or step-down in either direction, really.

On the grounds that there weren't lizards today, I could say Venice has the advantage. Conversely, on the grounds that I got back to my hometown for about ten minutes, today had Venice beat.

We'd arrived on Governor's Island early in the afternoon and spent most of it walking around, checking out the sights, finding out what was and wasn't accessible to the public - I haven't been for a couple of years, and was surprised at how fast things have changed there. For one, the old building the fire department used for practice - by setting it on fire - had been torn down, and now they seem to have moved on to these old lovely brick houses that I'd always hoped would be turned into apartments but are now looking to be testing grounds. For another, what used to be some open lawn space has been turned into a park-like area, with open gravel paths and curving benches. And still more, there's these new hills, very gently sloping around, with a mix of exposed dirt, manicured lawns, and tall grasses underneath a bright sky.

After investigating a children's fair, pointing out food trucks and birds, and contemplating barracks, we got to the bike rental place. And promptly split up, with my parents going in one direction and my brother and I in the other. Since we had our cell phones with us, it wouldn't be hard to find each other if we got lost - and it's not a big island, in any case. There's only so much of it.

Once I was on the bike, I took off. Turned it to high gear to get good feedback and really exert power and speed, leaned down into the curves and turns, pushed on forward and tried to go as fast as I possibly could with other bikers and walkers and water in the way of me going for miles and miles, like I'd done back in my hometown in the middle of a flat river valley. There's nothing like it I've ever found, not for that sort of sustained motion - you're moving under your own power, out in the air, nothing between you and the world as it zooms by and you zoom through it, and as fast as you're going it's never too fast to look around and see where you are and what's around you. And to place yourself exactly where you are.

Because it was a very specific combination of factors that, without even one of them, wouldn't have worked. Being on a bike, speeding along for the sheer joy of the movement. Riding it on a hard, black path through tiny, cultivated hills with small trees and clipped lawns and a couple of dirt piles and some spots of overgrown grass. Underneath a hard sun and bright sky.

For just a moment, I was biking through my hometown.

Then I turned around a corner and the lower Manhattan skyline burst into view, and I turned another and saw the Statue of Liberty, and there was no mistaking where I was.

But there had been. For just long enough.
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