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Waiting at a bus stop listening to the new Lizzo album which I'm already in love with.

It's so sunny out I don't have any pockets -- I didn't even bring a hoodie with me. I'm waiting at the bus stop to meet [personal profile] diffrentcolours for a drink, after an afternoon in the sunshine eating Japanese food with [personal profile] haggis.

A lot of things are really tough but right now the world feels nice and sounds nice and smells nice and I'm enjoying it. I figured that was worth making a note of.
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I walked in the door from having lunch out with [personal profile] diffrentcolours to Andrew saying "Have you seen the picture of the black hole?"

I love that he knew to check this as soon as possible.

My Mastodon timeline was full of urgent black hole excitement too:
this black hole is bigger than our solar system. The event horizon you are seeing is downright bigger than the orbit of Neptune.

the most surprising part of this is a man REPEATEDLY calling attention to how many people helped make this happen instead of just taking sole credit for it

This new technology made a telescope with a functional array the size of the EARTH

The image is beautiful and the science is beautiful and the collaboration to do it is beautiful and right now I wanna hug everybody and talk about theoretical (and not only theoretical anymore!) physics #EHTBlackHole

I wonder if there are any other civilizations that have taken images of the same black hole.

Still stuck on "We have seen what we thought was unseeable" and "...to know that you've uncovered a part of the universe that was off-limits to us."

Heh. The big black hole image papers were not published in Nature or Science, the glamour journals, but the workhorse Astrophysical Journal. LIGO did the same thing. The glamour journals feed an elitist view of science, but it's hard as a researcher or small research group to turn down the reputation bonus of publishing there. So it's good to see the big projects doing it.

I sent my sister a pic of the black hole and her response was “she’s beautiful! Orange gorl.” The appropriate response.
Here's a proper article about it.
As well as the unveiling the properties of M87*, the EHT has now lifted a veil on the event horizon, showing that it is now possible to experimentally study the region via electromagnetic waves. This, the researchers write, has now transformed the event horizon from a purely “mathematical concept” to a “physical entity”.
At a time when we're short on earthly reasons to appreciate the current era, it's nice that space science keeps performing the vital function of making people feel lucky to be alive: landing stuff on Mars, looking at Kuiper Belt objects, now seeing a black hole and its shadow.
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First nice day of spring. Outside spaces at uni were covered with students sprawling everywhere. Everything smells green. It's baseball's Opening Day, one of my high holy days (and it's so delightful that I've found some baseball people on Mastodon who are as excited about it as me so I feel less alone this year!).

It has been a pretty shitty day personally -- I cried in the library, I cried just now -- but at least I can wrap up in a blanket and watch the Twins play in Minnesota and that's just what I'm about to do. In this blessed week where the clocks have changed for the U.S. and not for here, their 3pm game starts at a manageable 8pm for me.

Here's a baseball-related story that definitely makes me feel less alone because it stars the baseball fan I regularly get to see in person:

I'm sorry to say it was another day I was feeling less than optimal, and I said as much on Mastodon. [personal profile] po8crg saw that, and he'd just learned what hat size I am, gleaning the information from an aside in a very long blog post, so now he wanted to buy me a fitted baseball cap for my team.

He asked me if that would be okay, and honestly just that morning I'd spotted my current Twins cap hanging on a hook and mused on the fact that it's so old now it doesn't even come clean any more, and I will need a hat with a brim now that the sun is coming back (drastic contrasts in light levels, like you get between sunlight and darkened interiors, are one of the worst things for my eyes to cope with, and I don't like sunglasses because they take away too much of my useful vision), so I told him yes I would be delighted with such a thoughtful gift. He got me one in the same style as the Twins wear on the field.

I told him my favorite part was the lateral thinking he'd put this random trivia to use for -- I barely even included the head size measurement in my blog post at all! He said his favorite part was that he got to use pi (to convert the metric head-circumference measurement to the imperial head-diameter measurement). Everybody wins.
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I never did hear of the old one being found but I was able to get a new one from the sensory team and it's better!

My first thought when I picked it up was this seems lighter! I don't know what either the old one or the new one is made of, but continued use (carrying it when it was folded, and especially going up stairs where the technique I was taught is to hold it up and above you a bit so it hits the stair above the one you're standing on until there aren't any more because you've reached the end) has confirmed that it definitely feels a little ligther than I'm used to. That's awesome because it makes it more responsive.

I've got a better tip too, one I've been meaning to try but had always been given another one -- which was okay and free so I never complained, but. This is probably the one I see on the most other people's canes (yes I check out other people's white canes!), it's particularly advertised for "road obstacles" and "pavement cracks" and where I live there are millions of both of those things. I'm happy with it, though it takes a little getting used to because though I know the manufacturers do their best to make them lightweight, it is bigger so it's a little heavier. Combined with a slightly lighter cane, it feels a little like I'm flinging a stocking with an orange in the toe, but I'm sure I'll get used to it soon, and I do really like the tip. (But they're al great at first; I'm interested to see how it'll work as it wears down.)

And this cane folds up smaller! It's the same length as the old one (this is determined by the height of the person using it and sadly I haven't gotten any taller) but that folded up into four sections whereas this one is six.

This is a big deal because it's always determined the kind of bags I can use. My current little one has a hole in it and I was telling Andrew I have to go shopping but don't have the spoons for it. He offered to look for something for me on Amazon and I said I really do need to go shopping; I need to see if/how my cane will fit, because left to my own devices I'd have a smaller bag but I need something that'll fit it when I'm not using it.

The old cane just barely fit into my current bag and I think contributed to the hole it now has in it. If it had fit better, I may have put the cane Away instead of just putting it Down yesterday.

I took a couple pictures, saying "I was so excited I took pictures of the tip and how small it is folded up, even though these probably won't mean much to anyone who doesn't know what the old one was like," haha.

At least, in the unimaginable future where I get one better than this, I will have these as comparison shots.
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An aerial video of Mars, laboriously stitched together from HIRISE photos by Finnish filmmaker Jan Fröjdman. Nice space music accompaniment too!

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I saw Em J for the first time in weeks, which is always so nice. But it was extra nice because she had such lovely birthday and Christmas presents for me!

I got a Moon nightlight, swirly space colored pencils, a planner with shiny constellations on it, and two other notebooks with constellation covers, one that's got a planisphere, a rotating paper disc so you can move it around to see what constellations are visible at different points if the year.

"I thought it might be a good thing to mess with in lectures when you're bored," she said about that, which made me giggle.

The planisphere notebook also has all different kinds of pages: ruled (nice and thin! I never see it thin enough for me), dotted, graph, even some with tessellating triangles.

The space pencils I remember seeing in Fred Aldous and being so excited about them I wondered if Em J had been the friend I was with. But then I remembered that'd been a different friend, Em J just knows me so well.

The other constellation notebook she said she was thinking might be nice if I want to do some poetry like Stuart. She got him a nice leather-covered notebook that he says he's going to read out of next time we go to Spoken Weird.
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Best moment of the month, suggested by [profile] zhelena

Yep I was right. I've written an essay, I'm done with lectures, I survived the festivities (as they apparently ask in German), I'm done feeling lonely because I'm around some of the best people, and this is the first time all month I've been able to say that.

And [personal profile] miss_s_b has just handed me a basil smash. My favorite drink discovery this year. Life is good.


Oct. 26th, 2018 08:29 pm
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An internet/Lib Dem friend of mine shared a Facebook meme that goes "Comment and I'll reply with how I'd introduce you in a novel" and he's just written theost wonderful reply to me:
"She sat with a half-smile and a glass of gin, listening to the conversation at the next table for a moment as associations from it - Sheffield steel, a missed bus ride, worlds outside worlds - registered and worked their way into place in her mind. A tablet computer in front of her, screen dull from a few moments' disuse, boldly showed a range of phonemes and letters, script by script.

A creaking door, and a familiar voice, and she moved her coat and cane aside for another figure to sit by her, and she was home. This was home - where she wanted it to be, where the people who were home were, where the things that fascinated her were. The tablet screen turned itself off altogether, and a second gin was shortly on the way."
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When we got home from my grandma's, my dad insisted on showing me the garden, with the huge peppers and the many green tomatoes. The plants are ridiculously huge this year; they've had the perfect weather for growing things: Dad has complained they're still mowing lawn every week (there's so much of it it's an all-day task so this is a big deal) when usually by the end of August it's dried out a little. I could eat as much fresh green pepper and cucumbers as I like this week and hardly make a dent in the supplies.

And then the new kitten, and all the other kittens (so many!) who live in the barn. There are like fifteen kittens I think he told me? The new one is absolutely tiny. My dad found him last week when he was out for one of his walks. Dad tried to pick him up to carry him home with him but the kitten insisted on jumping down and walking until he got tired and then letting himself be carried until he got restless again. So my dad had to walk back mostly at kitten-speed. I love this story. This kitten was outside when we walked toward the barn, he snatched it up and gave it to me. I'm not usually susceptible to cats but kittens melt my heart and I was a happy puddle at this point. The kitten jumped down after a few seconds, independent as ever, but I still felt blessed by its presence. After a week here, the new kitten fits right in with all the others despite being new and so tiny. I'm gonna try to get some pictures of all the kittens because they're great. I'm just sorry smell-o-vision isn't a thing since I love the old-hay smell of the barn where they live and I think it enhances the experience a lot.

And then we had to visit the apple trees next to the barn. The Honeycrisp one on the left has two apples on it this year, but it only had one last year so Dad is looking forward to four in its third year. The Zestar one in the middle apparently had tons of blossoms this spring but no apples. And then there's another new Honeycrisp one on the end. Minnesota apple varieties!

And we had to visit the new evergreens they've planted near the apple trees. The two tiny ones are Black Hills spruce, they're only a foot or two tall now. The other two Dad doesn't remember what they are but says he has the name on a card somewhere. They're about five feet fall. They're next to huge trees, dozens of feet tall, which are dying away so Dad wanted to replace them.

I just wouldn't want to give the impression that it's all bad being here.


Jul. 22nd, 2018 09:11 am
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(Note to readers: The UK grading system is notoriously panic-inducing to Americans who are used to getting grades out of 100; here anything above 70 is a "first," i.e. as good as it gets.)

So I'm pretty sure the grades that are showing up on the student webpage now are official; there isn't that "these are provisional until the external examiners approve them" (or whatever it was) at the top of the page any more. And I'd really like to know what I've done before I have to pick classes for next year -- something I can finally do as of Wednesday or Thursday this week.

So to go with my 81 and 77 from last semester (I had three classes but only got two grades because the Arabic lasted all year), I appear to have...

65 in Arabic )

75 in History and Varieties of English )

80 in Study of Meaning )

87 in The Sounds of Language )
So now next to "Academic Year 01" at the bottom of this page on my student website, it says "Year Mark 77.667," and yes, the next column that says "Weighting %" is blank because first-year grades don't count, but it still feels good.
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It's funny how "Spitfire" emded up being the song I'm obsessed with after yesterday. A year and a half obsessed with the Race for Space album, could practically recite it to you, and here I am thinking all the time about this song from an album I only recnetly realized was on Spotify so I could easily start listening to it.

Partly it's stuck with me because it was the song Public Service Broadcasting played after three songs in a row from Every Valley, an incredible portrayal of the heartbreaking effects that the end of the Welsh coal-mining industry had on the people who lived through it. By the end of the second one, Bethan was saying "play some space songs!" and by the end of the third, whichever of PSB does the talking onstage said "now, something different" in a way that reminded me a little of Jefferson in Hamilton saying "Can we get back to politics?"

So we got back to songs that make my heart soar (rather than sore, oh dear I didn't even see I'd done that...), with "Spitfire." The music is beautiful, it gets the heart racing just to hear that simple, perfect guitar riff. It's the kind that when you first hear it already feels familiar, it's somehow so right and pleasing that you can't believe you didn't always know it. I've been humming it all day and I always feel better when I catch myself thinking about it much less listening to it. I feel like I can't dance to it enough to properly express even with my whole body how happy it makes me.

I've argued (especially when I'm trying to convince Andrew that he might appreciate them (not like them, because he won't like the style of the music, but I think he could see what's good about them even if he wouldn't enjoy listening to them) that Public Service Broadcasting are making radio ballads, which that link describes as "a form of narrative documentary in which the story is told entirely in the words of the actual participants themselves as recorded in real life; in sound effects which are also recorded on the spot, and in songs which are based upon these recordings, and which utilise traditional or 'folk-song' modes of expression." I stumbled upon some of the original Ewan MacColl ones on Radio 2 one day, probably a decade or more ago,* and was utterly enchanted and endeared by them.

PSB's versions don't always have the voices of original participants interlaced in their songs as the proper Radio Ballads did, though they often do. The "Spitfire" samples are taken from a movie, Wikipedia tells me, The First of the Few, which is about the designer of the plane.

Being a movie maybe helps make his thoughts into poetry: the song starts
The birds fly a lot better than we do
See how they wheel and bank and fly, perfect
And all in one
Wings body tail
All in one
Someday I'm going to build a plane just like a bird
It isn't exactly a bird I'm creating, is it?
At least a curious odd bird
A bird that breathes fire and spits out death and destruction
A spitfire bird
What has most resonated with me though is the second sample of this speaker, which starts with the line I've used for my subject here.
It is tiring always stretching out for something that's just out of reach
But I'll get it
After all what I want isn't as easy as all that
It's gotta do 400 miles an hour
Turn on a sixpence
Climb ten thousand feet in a few minutes
Dive at 500 without the wings coming off
Carry eight machine guns
Stuart loves planes and knows a lot about them, and Spitfires particularly, so for eight years now they've made me think of him, details like this espeically so. I have no idea what's high or fast or difficult for any kind of airplane of any age, but I do know how tiring it is when everything is out of reach.

I'm unreasonably delighted that he said "tiring" there, rather than disappointing or challenging or whatever else might fit the usual narrative we're given. It's wearying. Exhausting. I quoted this line as a Facebook post this morning when I was listening to this song for the first of many times today, on the bus to work. I let it trail off there but Bethan commented with the all-important next line: But I'll get it. And Mr. Spitfire Man certainly seemed to. So maybe I will as well, even if I don't have as defined an "it" as he did.

I meant this to be an introduction to me talking about the whole day yesterday, but it's turned out to be too long on its own. I promise I won't have this much to say about all the songs.

* It might have even been when the BBC commissioned the newer radio ballads, which Wikipedia tells me was 2006; I remember hearing that one about the decline of the Sheffield steel industry anyway; I still can sing bits of the beautiful song sung by Kate Rusby although I don't think I've heard it since; it's so striking and powerful. Also it was one of the first times I heard her name and I've adored her voice ever since.
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I spent the last few days mostly away from the internet (literally with no signal a lot of the time), setting up for a wedding reception in a field, enjoying the day, and tidying up after it today.

There was a lot of stress on the Friday, thanks to a ridiculously prolonged journey because of the standstill on the M6 and how catastrophically lost we got, twice, trying to make it to our hotel. It'd have been enough to make most days The Worst Day Ever but when we finally did get back to the hotel we agreed it had still been a great day; that's how good the rest of it was.

Between Friday evening and this afternoon, I:
  • helped put together marquees (and took half of one down by myself)
  • went barefoot in grass
  • lugged hay bales around for the first time since I was a teenager (and for a very different purpose! they were being used as furniture here)
  • saw a marvelous read-through of A Midsummer Night's Dream
  • heard a prayer in old English in the church service! (the text, and modern translation, of which can be seen in the comments here)
  • had Richard Coles shake my hand and fairly convincingly say he was glad I was there (a very important quality in a vicar!)
  • very briefly held the distance record in the welly-wanging game, which is extra impressive considering the shoes I had to do it in
  • laughed at a bunch of other people welly-wanging, umbrella-fencing, and egg-and-spoon racing (something about doing these games in our fancy wedding outfits made them even funnier)
  • saw some of my favorite people, including some I didn't know were going to be there, and some new friends I made over the weekend.
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They are the kind of lovely people who don't act like they know how good a band they are.

Sadly, too few people knows how good they are either.

But a few more do tonight, including Stuart who helped with the last-minute chaotic logistics.

At one point he went from looking over his shoulder at them (the booth where he was sitting faced away from the stage), to turning around and sitting on his knees to get a better view over the back of the booth, to leaning over it like a dog with its head out of a car window in unmitigated glee.

Andrew said on the way home that musicians appreciate Blake Jones and the Trike Shop best because anybody can tell they're good but other musicians can tell how many very difficult things they make sound very easy. I think that's what was going on here!


I'm still too wired to sleep, an hour after I got home. I have been awake since 5:30am (20 hours now!) and if I'm not up by at least 8am (6.5 hours from now) my parents will get up to all sorts of judgmental mischief on their own.

But tonight was still worth it. When I spend this much time around my parents I almost forget who I am, and this helped remind me.


Jun. 15th, 2018 09:22 pm
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This evening, after Tas left us at the market, my dad said "You've got some really good friends here, it seems like. Helps make up for being so far from family." I'm glad that's so obvious to my parents.

I'd been thinking that both the friends my parents have seen so far this trip, Tas and Stuart, have done an especially brilliant job of being nice and friendly and interesting and totally themselves yet in a perfectly Holly-parent-friendly way that they normally don't have to do!

And I'm really looking forward to seeing [personal profile] diffrentcolours tomorrow, who's kindly offered to drive us to Llangollen for a nice touristy day out.
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I had such a lovely evening. [personal profile] diffrentcolours and I had amazing food (poached eggs, asparagus, feta, mint, and smashed avocado on toast for me) and nice beer, followed by a Lib Dem fundraising whisky-tasting evening hosted by Alastair Carmichael.

We tried five whiskies that ranged from okay to amazing (the Ardbeg was unsurprisingly great, but my new discovery was the lovely Glengoyne).

And then came the raffle, whose prizes ran the gamut from the Lib Demmy "free leaflet artwork" to the interesting "day-long photography lessons" to the inevitable "bottle of whisky," the last of which was explained by the person who donated it as rare and special and going for more than a hundred quid right now.

The first winning number was drawn and since it wasn't anyone at our little table we carried on chatting. I was a bit sad I'd never see what the whisky tasted like. But then the person whose number had been chosen announced that she was taking the free artwork, not for herself but for her local party, which was warmly applauded. I'd barely had time to think "wait that means the whisky is still up for grabs?" when Alastair chose my raffle ticket number.

When Iain presented me with my prize, he also announced to the room that I was not only standing as a candidate for the first time, I was also only able to vote for the first time now. Which got a round of applause itself (and embarrassed laughter from me) and, as people were trickling away, a bit of interest and encouragement from people there that I didn't know which was sweet.

So here's a daft picture (click to embiggen) of me with my prize, a bottle of Arran Founders Reserve.
Me presenting my new bottle of whisky
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I asked social media for shampoo recommendations the other day because I was sad the only shampoo I've ever found to be good for my hair is now only available online and I didn't want to pay ridiculous shipping costs for something already expensive.

I got a bunch of suggestions, but I also had my friend Lucy say she'd get me one of these Lush ones I was sulking about. My first thought was oh god, I look like I'm fishing for gifts? but my second was that this was ridiculous and it was a surprise from a kind friend. I worked hard to bite my tongue and just say thanks and be nice, because I know it's no fun trying to do a nice thing for someone and have them argue with you or make you do the emotional work of dealing with their guilty feelings.

Anyway, this was a week or two ago and I'd mostly forgotten about it until I got a text saying my Lush order would be delivered on Thursday. Then I got another saying the same on Friday and figured it was a mistake, a glitch repeating the previous day's message, but no: I just got home to two Lush boxes. One from Lucy with two shampoos in, another completely unexpected from my friend Amy, with face mask, foot soak and two more shampoos.

I'm so touched and delighted. I've got like a year's worth of shampoo now, and a couple of treats I'd also never buy for myself.
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Andrew was feeling really ill last night, which is sad (especially because I was away and it's nice to have someone to offer cuddles and fussing when you're sick). But it had the upside of him not being preternatually warm, so he actually turned the heat on and kept it on today when I got back and...

All afternoon/evening I've been in my house but at a temperature comfortable to me and it's so weird and glorious. It's so hospitable. No part of me is so cold it hurts or is distracting me. The house never seems to reach that point normally, when the heating is on only when I'm out of bed, and not always then.

I feel bad that I'm benefiting from his suffering (he says he feels better today, but apparently hasn't overheated enough to turn the heat off again) but I guess at least that's better than how these things usually work out, where there's just suffering and nobody benefits?
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My final grades for my first-semester classes have finally appeared!

I only have two (because I have one first semester class that is also a second semester class).

I got 81 for one (psycholinguistics) and 77 for the other (morphology and syntax).

(The way this semester is going, that is not going to continue! So I'll enjoy the feeling while I can!)

Honestly though I think my biggest achievement is just figuring out how to access the damn grades. It is not obvious and no one tells you how.

Best day

Feb. 14th, 2018 10:43 am
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When the mail arrived today, we had:
  • My February whisky from Whisky-Me, a Christmas gift that really does keep giving the whole year.
  • an unsigned valentine! typed address and everything! I showed it to Andrew who looked over it, slightly baffled, just as I had
    He noticed the postmark was from Guernsey. "Do you know anyone from Guernsey?" he asked. I don't. "Do you know anyone who was going on holiday in Guernsey?" Not as far as I know, I laughed.
  • a letter for Andrew from the Student Loan Company. Saying they owe him money. "I bet its two pounds," I said. He thought maybe twenty or something. There was a number to ring, so he was going to call them while I took the dog for a walk. When I came back in, he was on hold and told me how much it was and...it's a lot. Easily a month's worth of mortgage and bills. "Remember all those times they called me and I kept hanging up on them?" he said. "This is what they were trying to tell me!" I shall be using this for a long time as an example of why it's better to face things you think are scary than to run away from them!
And, sad as I am that my Arabic teacher is ill today, I'm delighted it means I have only one lecture today instead of six hours in university trying to cram more knowledge into my head than is likely to fit at the moment.
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I wrote about Cassini when it got to Saturn, musing on what a long time it had been traveling. So much had happened to me; I'd gone from a high school freshman to living in a country I hadn't thought much about before.

And then I happened to notice Cassini's seventh anniversary at Saturn, and thought how quickly and how slowly the years were going by.

Time piles up so quickly in space, where seven years is nothing compared to the uncountable vastness of the universe. But one of the great things about spaceships is that they connect the universe to the humans: its twenty years now Cassini has been in space. And I don't even know how many years in development to get it that far. A good chunk of a person's working life could have been spent on this one little thing, anyway, that flew through space and burnt up today.
I've seen dramatic words about Cassini "plunging to its death" and some twee cartoons about how it's going home because Saturn is its home, but all I'm interested in is how much we love this little spaceship. We've made it a person, we've given it a lot of time and attention. We've followed it on twitter. My phone's background pictures aren't of my partners or even my dog; they're ones taken by Cassini. (This one and this one, in case you're interested.) Of course we'll miss it now it's gone.
Here's a video with lots of pictures and nice music.


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