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A stained-glass advertisement for the Czech electronics company TESLA is located in the Světozor Passage in Prague. Created by artist František Hudeček in 1947, this artwork features the TESLA radio logo and is a historical example of sophisticated urban branding. The TESLA company is unrelated to the American electric car manufacturer, despite the shared name.  It was a state-run manufacturer of electronic equipment under the Communist government of Czechoslovakia until 1991, when it was privatized.

B5 color theorizing

Jan. 11th, 2026 11:46 am
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I FOUND IT AGAIN. I read a post on Tumblr a while back on a particularly nicely done instance of color symbolism with Londo on B5, and I finally found it. (More beneath the cut.)

Spoilers for the whole show )
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Is it too late to post about Yuletide? Surely not!

For Yuletide 2024, I tried to pick up a Hornblower-TV pinch-hit. Alas, even though I had the first part of the story written, I wasn't quick enough to get assigned the pinch-hit. Which turned out just as well, because the story stalled out and while I told myself I could post it as a treat, I never finished it. I ended up quasi-trunking it that spring as a hopeless job.

But in November I finally figured out what its plot needed to be (sadly, it would require a complete rewrite!), and then one of the Yuletide 2025 requests was even a better match for the overhauled story than the original 2024 pinch-hit would have been. So I rewrote it, and published as a Yuletide treat, hurrah:

The Worst Part of Waking Up for [archiveofourown.org profile] BromeliadDreams

Bush/Hornblower

Hurt/Comfort, Dying Declarations, First Kiss (is also the) Last Kiss (or it should have been damnit), Everybody Lives (as embarrassing as that is for some), When He Made This Bed He Wasn't Expecting to Wake Up In It, Episode: Loyalty

Summary:

At the end of Loyalty, Bush is too late to save Hornblower. With his dying breath, Hornblower requests a kiss from Bush…

…only to wake up a week later and discover he's going to live after all. Damnit.
The title btw, was only meant to be provisional, but it was as sticky as fuck and time was tight and I never got around to changing it. I do realize it's the perfect title for a Folgers Incest fic (and I had a serious conversation with myself about whether I really wanted to waste such a great title on the wrong fandom), but in the end I don't have any real ambition to write Folgers Incest fic. And anyway, it's funny. So there it stayed, sorry for the earworm.

This morning I was tidying my WIP folder, archiving the stories I've finished since the last time I cleaned up, and remembered I still had the first version of the story, which is in Bush-pov. I still like it very much, and it's mostly all stuff that doesn't appear in the rewrite, except by implication.

So this morning I published it as a bonus:

Too Late, Too Late

Hornblower/Bush

POV William Bush, Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Episode: Loyalty

Summary:

Bush is too late to the beach to stop the firing squad.

Bonus Bush point-of-view on the beach scene.

One of the things I love about fic is that there doesn't have to be one canonical version; you can post alternate povs and alternate endings, and bits and bobs and scraps of things. And a lot of times people enjoy them! And if they don't enjoy them, they don't have to click. It's great.

So if Bush-pov on the beach scene is the kind of thing you might enjoy: enjoy!
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The CIA has been the target of numerous rumors, spanning everything from its knowledge of UFOs to its alleged administration of covert drug trials.

The Puhoi Pub in Puhoi, New Zealand

Jan. 11th, 2026 02:00 pm
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The small village of Puhoi, just north of Auckland City, is tucked away and hidden in a quiet valley just off State Highway 1. 

The village is known as being the only Czech settlement in New Zealand, and still holds true to its Victorian era, small town New Zealand roots. 

The best part is tucked away in the Puhoi Pub and Stables, a good old fashioned New Zealand pub built in 1879 and left virtually the same in all the years since. 

As soon as you enter the pub you'll notice it's not any regular pub. The walls and ceilings are covered top to bottom in souvenirs, mementos, banknotes and ID cards from all around the world. 

For decades the Puhoi Pub has allowed its patrons, whether it be locals or travellers that have somehow strayed off the typical tourist path, to leave their own little mark behind. 

Immersed in all the wall-decor are objects from the towns history, as well as photos commemorating times past in Puhoi. 

Settle in, grab a beer (and maybe a soul-warming Kiwi pub feed), and enjoy your time in oldschool New Zealand. 

Culinary

Jan. 11th, 2026 07:09 pm
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Last week's bread held out for most of the week.

Friday night supper: ven pongal (South Indian khichchari).

Saturday breakfast rolls: Tassajarra method, 50:50% wholemeal/strong white flour, maple syprup, dried cranberries, turned out nicely.

Today's lunch: game crumble - the game mix (partridge, pheasant and venison) casseroled in red wine with onion, garlic, bay leaf, juniper berries, coriander seed, 5-pepper blend and salt, before putting the crumble topping (mixture of approx 2:1:1 wholemeal flour/strong white flour/pinhead oatmeal) on for the final half-hour; served with tenderstem broccoli tips which I cooked thusly - sizzled some chopped ginger and cumin seeds in oilve oil, turned the broccoli in this, added some water and steamed for half an hour, turned out rather well although I think the original recipe said fennel seeds....; and stirfried tat soi.

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Friday morning we had about 8-10cm of snow and public transport wasn't running, so I worked from home. All the main roads around me were clear pretty much throughout, but side roads etc didn't get clear - and then everything half-melted and refroze so anywhere that still had snow got pretty miserable. The pavements on my way to church yesterday had about 3-4cm of lumpy ice, and it was not a fun time, although it also didn't feel particularly dangerous as long as I walked carefully.

At ten minutes before Mass we had six people in the building including me, the priest, and one other altar server. As we went in we'd hit about twenty, and by the end of the homily we were up to 45, which is a bit under half the usual number (although there were a lot of unfamiliar faces, possibly coming to a closer church than they would usually attend?). I was very surprised by the number of latecomers; I left home half an hour earlier than usual, to be sure of getting there OK, and it's not like anyone didn't know there was ice everywhere. I can understand not coming in those conditions, but just, idk, leaving at the usual time? that seems weird to me!

Anyway, it's warmed up a lot today and has been raining for a couple of hours; remnants of the packed ice will no doubt hang around for a while, but hopefully most of the pavements will be more-or-less clear tomorrow morning when I leave for work.

Dad's off to France again this week, so I'm back over there next Monday for the week. My chances of ever catching up with the laundry are receding into the distance and I'm starting to feel stressed about the weekend after, since I'll be there until Sunday morning, then into a double choir rehearsal, then back in the office on the Monday. Probably it will be fine but I need to do a lot of thinking about food planning etc at some point this week. I was having such a nice relaxing time too!!!

Birdfeeding

Jan. 11th, 2026 01:03 pm
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Today is cloudy and cold.  It snowed a little last night, just enough to leave riffles in the grass and some larger white patches in the fields.

I fed the birds.  I've seen a large flock of sparrows, several mourning doves, and a starling.

I put out water for the birds.

EDIT 1/11/26 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.

I've seen a male cardinal.

EDIT 1/11/26 -- I did more work around the patio.

I've seen one female and two male cardinals.

EDIT 1/11/26 -- I did more work around the patio.

As it is getting dark, I am done for the night.

Cruz del Cóndor in Caylloma, Peru

Jan. 11th, 2026 12:00 pm
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The "Cruz de Cóndor" which gives the name of the viewpoint.

Deep within the peaks and valleys of the Andes lies the Colca Canyon, one of the deepest land gorges on Earth, with a depth ranging between 1,000 to 2,000 meters. Located about 160 km northwest of Arequipa, the surroundings of this canyon are home to small towns founded during Spanish colonial period and populated by communities with cultural roots that predate the Inca civilization.

At the edge of the canyon stands the Mirador Cruz del Cóndor, a stunning viewpoint and popular stop along trekking routes in the region. It is also a place which offers a privileged view of the flight of the Andean condor, one of the largest flying birds on Earth and a powerful symbol throughout Andean cultures.

Considered a symbol of power and wealth by many indigenous communities of the Andes, the condor plays an important role in regional folklore and mythology. It is also the national bird of countries like Bolivia, Colombia, Chile and Ecuador. Condors build their nests on the rocky outcrops in the high peaks of the Andes and glide over mountains and valleys, often carried by the thermal air currents that rise from places like the Colca Canyon.

Spotting the condor can ultimately come down to luck, but certain conditions can increase the chances of a sighting. As sightings are extremely rare on rainy days, the dry season, from August to early October, offers the best time, and the most favorable weather. Additionally, flight activity of the condors usually peak between 8 am to 10 am. For those who can catch a glimpse, witnessing the distant glide of the condor over the canyon can be an experience that captures the spirit and grandeur of the Andes.

the step in my groove, yeah

Jan. 11th, 2026 12:40 pm
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I've got French onion soup simmering away in the slow cooker (I sliced almost 3 lbs of onions last night and my eyes - even with the stupid onion goggles - were not happy with me) and I just took a pan of baked oatmeal out of the oven to be breakfast for the week. I was waffling between the oatmeal and another batch of orange cranberry scones, but the oatmeal won out because it used up a bunch of stuff - the dregs of both a bottle of honey and a bottle of maple syrup; the last 2 eggs in the carton (I still have a carton of eggs in the fridge, but now just the amount a normal person would have); the rest of a bag of frozen strawberries; the rest of a bag of chocolate chips; what was left in the bottom of the jar of cinnamon; and what was left in the container of rolled oats (exactly 3 cups - exactly as much as needed for the recipe). I still have cranberries in the freezer, though, so orange cranberry scones are probably still in my future.

Now I'm trying to decide if I want to make a loaf of bread to go with the soup. I originally bought a small loaf with my groceries on Friday, but then ate it as cheesy garlic bread for a couple of meals. *hands* The heart wants what it wants, and in this case, my heart wanted cheesy garlic bread.

Since the slow cooker is working, I can't use the KitchenAid (it is blocked in by the InstantPot), so I want a no knead kind of bread, but also one that is only going to take 2-3 hours, nothing that needs an overnight rise. I think I might end up making the old, reliable peasant bread (halved to only make 1 loaf). It's easy and fast (for bread), and doesn't require a stand mixer.

Hmm...

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Jan. 11th, 2026 12:32 pm
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Still not dead but also still sick, so that's great. At this point I'm constantly congested and constantly exhausted. Bodies were a mistake.

About Hey!Cafe?

Jan. 11th, 2026 12:31 pm
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It's like Twitter-as-was, Bluesky-as-is, and the Mastodon-Fediverse network. Canadian-based - Penticton, BC, specifically - and Canadian-owned, though. If you're in Canada and want one more fallback option for short-form social media stuff, this might be useful to you at times.

https://hey.cafe/

Just putting it out here.

Playing D&D. Soon. I Hope.

Jan. 11th, 2026 09:06 am
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I posted a week ago about how I'm looking to get a Dungeons & Dragons game started soon. It's been taking a while. And it's not even a big game. It's purposefully a small one! First, there was fleshing out the story enough to start making plans, then finding the right group of players, and now the challenge of figure out when we can all play.

It reminds of me this very true D&D meme:

d&d-easy-normal-hard-scheduling.jpg

Yes, scheduling a D&D game is the hardest part of running a D&D game. Especially once you and your players all have regular lives— with jobs, families, and other activities and obligations. So frequently the discussion goes like:

"How about we do Saturdays, 7pm 'til late?"
"I'd need to be home by 10pm."
"I have another D&D game already Saturday evenings."
"What about Saturday afternoon?"
"I can't start before 2."
"I can't stay past 6, maybe even 5:30."
"How about Sunday?"
"I'm busy in the daytime."
"I'm busy in the evening."
"Oh, and I can't do the 4th, the 11th, or all of February and March."
"Could we do a weekday, like Friday night?"
"I couldn't be there until 7pm, at least.'
"I'd need to turn into a pumpkin by 10."
"I'm still out all of February and March."

Pretty quickly you start to feel like this:

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What I Just Finished Reading: A novella and two novels since the last time I posted about books, I think: Automatic Noodle (Annalee Newitz), about sentient robots winding up running their own restaurant; Stone Yard Devotional (Charlotte Wood), a very-much-~literary~ book about a woman who winds up living with a group of nuns, although not a nun herself; and The Lovely and the Lost (Jennifer Lynn Barnes), about a search-and-rescue case from the POV of one of a trio of teenagers who're involved with the rescue effort, who was herself rescued from the woods as a child after she'd been there long enough to go feral and was (largely) resocialized and adopted by her rescuer. Many layers of family history and secrets in that last one, which was my favorite of the three.

(And since I've mentioned a couple of YA books recently where their flavor of YA really didn't work for me, I should say that The Lovely and the Lost is also very clearly YA but in a way I could work with just fine as a reader, despite being very much not the target audience.)

On the nonfiction side, I read The Crone Zone: How to Get Older with Style, Nerve, and a Little Bit of Magic (Nina Bargiel), which was...mostly odd, honestly. It's from the same publisher (and I guess the same...product line?) as Goblin Mode: How to Get Cozy, Embrace Imperfection, and Thrive in the Muck, which I read last year, and the presentation and vibe were really (I mean really) similar in a way that might've made more sense to me if they were also by the same author, but they're not. The Crone Zone's subtitle does accurately reflect its contents, so I feel weird saying "it's such a weird blend of exactly what it says it is", but...yeah. Not my thing.

What I'm Currently Reading: Chuck Wendig's Wanderers, which I chose at random from my ebooks and probably would not have started had I actually known anything about it. It's a 2019 novel that starts with a mysterious phenomenon where people just start...walking...somewhere, but also spotlights (*checks notes*) a world-changing disease, AI, and right-wing violence tearing at the seams of the US, all of which are being amply provided by reality. It's also pretty hefty, length-wise. And yet I keep reading.

I've also begun reading Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants (Robin Wall Kimmerer), as the starting point for my 2026 goal* of "aim to read at least one chapter of nonfiction each week" (swiped from a friend else-net). (Another goal is to aim to read a volume of manga each week, and that one hasn't been started in on yet, but we'll see how strict I feel like being about "each week".)

*I have a full bingo card of goals! I will probably share it at some point! But not this minute.

What I Plan to Read Next: K.B. Spangler's newest Rachel Peng novel, Inside Threat is out/about to come out! (It was supposed to come out this week, but Amazon dropped it early, so she's also released it on her website.)

Plus: What I've Been Watching: [personal profile] scruloose and I are two episodes into Pluribus! I also recently watched Challengers. (A movie? So soon in the year?) Hopefully we'll get the premiere of The Pitt season 2 watched today.
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Deep in the pine forests of Brandenburg lies a quiet clearing that tells a story both tragic and profoundly human. Here, a modest stone memorial marks the site of one of the last war crimes of World War II—an atrocity nearly lost to time, yet kept alive by an extraordinary act of remembrance and reconciliation.

In April 1945, just days before the war’s end, 127 Italian forced laborers were executed here by German soldiers. They had been marched from a nearby labor camp, Sebaldushof, to this sandy pit on the outskirts of Nichel. Only four men survived. For decades, their story was barely spoken of—overshadowed by the chaos of postwar Germany and forgotten by history books.

Today, however, the forest has become a place of peace and shared memory. Each April, Italian and German visitors gather beneath the tall pines. Wreaths are laid, candles flicker, and the same silence that once hid the horror now honors those who perished.

Done Since 2026-01-04

Jan. 11th, 2026 04:02 pm
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Not a great week. Many things to worry about. Spent a lot of time curled up on the couch wrapped in a fuzzy green blanket. On the other hand, I started the week by watching Flow, which I've had on my to-be-watched shelf ever since it arrived in July. (I'd pre-ordered the DVD in March, as a slightly-belated birthday present to myself.) Highly recommended. Sunday also has links to a couple of "making of" videos on YT. Note that it was made using the open-source 3-D animation program Blender. And I had a really good cancer support group session Wednesday evening.

On the gripping hand, Renee Good.

Breakfast this morning: Raisin Bread French Toast (for one person; scalable):

  1. I started with two raisin bread buns, sliced vertically into about five 1cm slices. Use what you have.
  2. Beat one egg with a little milk.
  3. Pour the egg mix into a flat-bottomed bowl.
  4. Melt a pat of butter in a non-stick skillet (cast iron counts).
  5. Using a pair of tongs, dip a slice of bread in the egg mix, quickly flip it over to coat the other side, and transfer it to the skillet. Repeat as needed.
  6. Use tongs to flip the toast to the other side and to transfer it to your plate when both sides are done
  7. Add maple syrup, butter, raspberry jam, et. al. (I just used maple syrup this morning.)

Linkies: Pecorino Romano Recall Now Class I Over Listeria Grated Romano numerous brands, including Boar's Head, which was distributed throughout 20 U.S. states. "Dream Cat." Or how “Flow” reached the Oscars -- more under the cut on Sunday.

Notes & links, as usual )

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"Jazz Fish, a saxophone playing wanderer, finds himself in Mamboland at a critical phase in his life." --Howie Green, on his book Jazz Fish Zen

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