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So it turns out that, although the things in the "sunchoke" bin at the local grocery store looked like (sort of large) sunchokes when I got a bag of them, and even looked rather like sunchokes when [ profile] chinders peeled them to put some in the dinner salad, they didn't quite _smell_ like sunchokes. They smelled a little ... peppery, she said. And, so, experimentally, Morgan and I each had a thin slice to taste to see if they tasted odd.

Morgan, wisely, had a tiny bite and then spat it out.

Meanwhile, I ate the whole slice, because why wouldn't one do that.

And now I know that eating a slice of raw horseradish root is not an experiment I particularly want to repeat. Yipe. Oops.

So now I need to figure out what to do with about three pounds of horseradish root.
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The word "family", in the sense of "chosen family" (which may or may not include one's "blood family"), can mean a lot of different things to different people. Likewise, especially in the poly world but even in the world of standard-appearing monogamous relationships, "partner" (in the relationship sense, not the business sense) can mean a remarkable lot of things.

As a result of some recent miscommunications, I'm chewing over what these mean to me, and I'm feeling very curious: What do these words mean to you, if and when you use them for your relationships? Do they have implications about what sorts of things you can rely on someone for, or what they can rely on you for? Are there expectations of willingness to perform emotional labor, or physical labor, or provide resources? (In exceptional circumstances? As a normal pattern?) Are there expectations of where the relationship fits in daily life? Of there being particular emotions that tend to come from the relationship?
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I clicked on a Facebook-ad clickbait link about the things one could do with avocado seed, out of possibly-misguided late-night curiosity. Well, definitely-misguided; the link went to a video that I declined to watch, so it wasn't enlightening at all, but putting "grated avocado seed" into Google found a few more things.

I was particularly entertained by the site that was all about "antioxidants" and "amino acids" and buzzword this and superfood that, and how it will regulate thyroid function; can be used topically as a joint- and muscle-pain reducer and rejuvenates the skin; prevents tumor growth, heart disease, and epilepsy; and is an aphrodisiac -- and, to top it off, "ground avocado seeds mixed with cheese and flour are used for mouse poison"!

Just what I always wanted as a recommendation for a food that will cure all that ails me, yeah?

(As far as I can tell from other sites, yeah, avocado seeds are toxic to rabbits and rodents, but apparently not to humans in quantities of one seed or so -- though the recipes suggest removing the brown skin from the pit. Also, there are claims that a bit of ground avocado pit is a traditional ingredient in some North-Mexican enchilada sauces.)

Perhaps more uncontroversially, one can also use them to make a rather nice dusty-reddish dye. That one, I might try.
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I posted this on Google+, initially intending to just link to an article and write a paragraph about it, but it turned into a bit of a long-form rant so I'm posting it here as well.

The article I linked to is "Why the South Is Rebelling Again" on, with a lead photo of a run-down roadside used-to-be-a-gas-station building in Southwest Virginia with a Trump "make America great again" campaign sign out front, and lead-in text of "Rural voters are mad about constant job losses, and they’ve had it with the party establishment."

Here's what I had to say about it:

I find it noteworthy how little airplay this set of issues -- and, for that matter, the ways these communities of people have been systematically disenfranchised and marginalized by our governments and businesses in the last handful of decades -- gets in the political discussions around me here in Silicon Valley.

Frankly, from this perspective, I can't see a thing about the other Republican candidates that I would support -- but I can see quite a lot about Trump that sounds appealing. This is who he's talking to with "make America great again," and for these communities their part of America definitely was great within living memory in ways that it certainly isn't now for reasons that are in part directly because just about every political side in power has shortchanged them for profits elsewhere.

I think there's also a critical difference in the rhetoric that will appeal, between communities like this that remember doing well, and communities that have "always" been disenfranchised. Rhetoric of "wealth equality" is not going to appeal (to your pocketbook, anyway) when you think of yourself as being on the well-off side of the spectrum, and a lot of that anti-appeal carries over when you think of yourself as should-be-well-off.

Likewise, a critical difference in the rhetoric that will appeal to rural communities where the whole geographic region is economically depressed, and urban communities where you ride the train past the rich neighborhoods on a regular basis. Rhetoric of "wealth equality" talks about solving the problem as if it's a zero-sum game, and in a place where you can't see hardly anyone who has what they had 30 years ago, zero-sum solutions don't look so good. But making the whole pie great again, that's a solution that could go somewhere.

And of course these combine. I'm guessing that the typical Trump supporter in rural Virginia is struggling to get by, but sees themselves as having more than many other people around them, and also habitually sees themselves as more well-off than not. And so the natural expectation is that anything that redistributes wealth is going to redistribute it away from them, not towards them. Oh, and for good measure, add in the politics of seeing themselves as "middle class", seeing typical government social programs as primarily benefiting people who are below middle class, and (rather reasonably) observing that the upper classes are not very populous and generally find -- or buy -- loopholes so that they don't actually pay for anything.

And, when "I'm from the government and I'm here to help you" is a running joke with an awful lot of truth to it -- even with social programs, just look at how much pain we put people through to get even rudimentary social services -- the only sorts of government help that people are likely to really believe in are the ones that involve the government being over there doing something far away from me. Like, say, building walls, or lowering my taxes.

I certainly hope that the Democrats (whether Sanders or Clinton wins the primary) can field a campaign that understands this position as much as Trump does and is as clear about standing up for these people, and then can deliver on those promises.
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I've been exploring the attic in our new house in order to run a phone line across to the logical place -- a somewhat centrally-located closet -- to put the networking stuff, and also to put in a power outlet there. (The house has no crawlspace, so everything goes in the attic instead.)

So far, I have found the following things in the attic that I did not expect to find in the attic:
  • A plastic figure of a character from Spongebob Squarepants.
  • The rear window to an unknown (but relatively recent) car.
  • An empty package for a lubricated condom.
Also, the electrical panel for the house is very incompletely and inaccurately documented with a handful of Dymo labels in what we think might be Slovenian. The one that happens to go to the one light in the attic, along with a random assortment of other things throughout the house, is labeled "ZAHODM", which two people have independently suggested may be a typo for "Z'ha'dum".

I am beginning to be slightly concerned about this....
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So The Toast posted an essay on the Black woman character in the new "Ghostbusters" movie as she shows up in the trailer. In particular, an essay about the ways that at least in the trailer she's reflecting all the stereotyped Hollywood (and broader-culture) portrayals of black women.

You could read this for the view on "Ghostbusters" and what to make of it as a social-justice-promoting movie for its having an all-female ghostbusting team, and whether you're likely to like to movie.

You could also read this as a very clearly encapsulated illustration of the ways that "I included a positive character who's not a standard white male, so I'm doing my part for diversity" can fail in ways that are worse than not including them, and exactly why that failure state is possible. There are no doubt all sorts of subtleties and corner issues and ways that well-intentioned writers can unknowingly do this badly -- but this isn't one of those cases. This is a very clear and easily-explained and obvious (at least once explained) example, and the things that lead to the problems are big and easy to see.

This seems like a good antidote for writers who are worried that they will do this sort of thing by accident. Go, read this. Here's what the problem actually looks like, and how it works, and why. This isn't a subtle trap that people run into despite trying not to; it is not at all hard to avoid this instance of this problem. It is not at all hard to do a lot better than this. And, once you've written a thing, you can ask people to beta-read it and tell you if it's doing this in a subtle way -- and, if it is, you now know how the problem works so you can fix it.

As is usual with The Toast, also read the comments. The comments are good, and add extra commentary -- such as one that points out the importance of taking responsibility for why your audience is laughing at your jokes, as well as for making them laugh.
brooksmoses: (Brooks and Suzanne)
Beatrice, ???? to 2016.

We adopted her in 2008, and we don't really know how old she was then; the medical paperwork we got with her wasn't very accurate. But she was at least six, and maybe ten, years old then. She was a tiny, tiny cat; maybe seven or eight pounds at the most. She spent most of the nights curled up sleeping on top of Suzanne's hip, or occasionally mine, and was generally quite snuggly. And very patient with Morgan. We will miss her a lot.

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The world really could use a revised version of "You Are My Sunshine" with non-creepy lyrics. And a good earwormy recording thereof.

Or at least, I could.

(For the record, the instrumental that inspired this was by Bert Kaempfert and his Orchestra.)
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This word came from the alt.polyamory newsgroup (at least in my experience), and I find myself wanting to use it in other contexts frequently. Most of those contexts are ones where nobody would know what it means, and this is a notable hole in my casual-language vocabulary.

So, definitions, insofar as it works in my idiolect:

seeble, transitive verb [humorous mock-backformation from sibling, brother or sister]: To have a (gender-nonspecific) sibling relationship with the subject, particularly in the metaphorical sense of sharing the same feelings about the current topic of discussion and/or supportiveness and feeling sympathy.

seeble, interjection [from transitive verb seeble]: An expression that one seebles the person one is replying to.
brooksmoses: (introspection)

I had forgotten how much I enjoyed splitting firewood.

I had forgotten how much I enjoyed splitting firewood, outdoors on a crisp Virginia slightly-below-freezing late November afternoon, and having the muscle memories start to come back.

I have brought down a wheelbarrow full of large pieces of firewood from the half-frost-covered stack on the trailer behind the shed, a trailer that probably hasn't moved since I left seventeen years ago.... )
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I expected it to be sort of tricky, like baking is, but then I looked at the recipes and did it twice, and it isn't.

The basic recipe seems to be thus: Take a quantity of powdered sugar, about equal in size to the amount of frosting you want. Mash in butter (or, if doing dairy-free, margarine) a bit at a time until you get to a smooth paste. Then mix in milk or cream (or, if doing dairy-free, coconut milk) a bit at a time until it's the consistency you want. Presto, frosting.

For chocolate frosting, add cocoa powder in something approximating a 1:5 ratio with the sugar and mix that together first. Optionally, whether doing chocolate or plain, add some vanilla along with the milk. Presumably you could also add other extracts, such as almond or orange or lemon or mint.
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Over dinner last night, [ profile] chinders and [ profile] tiger_spot and I were talking about this, "If you had a bowl of M&Ms and knew that 1 in 4 were poisoned, would you feel comfortable eating one even though most of them are just fine?" metaphor that's been going around to explain why "most men aren't threats" is not a helpful thing. There are some problematic responses that it's been getting, mostly from men.

A lot of the problematic responses seem to be based on some wrong assumptions, aside from the fact that some of them seem to imply that men are entitled to having women eat their M&Ms regardless, or that women are responsible for the M&Ms being poisonous:

The metaphor isn't talking about women being friendly to men, or having sex in the context of a relationship where people know each other pretty well. It's specifically talking about women putting themselves in vulnerable situations with a man they don't know well, where he could easily assault them if he chose to. I suppose you could make that about women turning you down for sex when you don't know them well, but unless that sort of sex is your aim or you're feeling rejected because a woman you don't know doesn't feel safe riding home with you or coming up to your apartment, then the metaphor isn't actually talking about anything that's going to make you feel fulfilled. Maybe you have to form relationships with women in safe places first before they'll come home with you; big deal.

The metaphor also isn't saying that women shouldn't talk to men or have sex with them. It's descriptive, not prescriptive -- and it turns out that, descriptively, most women have sexual relationships with men regardless of poisoned M&Ms, and the vast majority of women are friendly to men. Many women even end up getting into vulnerable situations with men they don't know well, often for pretty strong reasons. What happens is that women mostly do these things with a bit of attention to the potential threats.

(Also, most women do not individually have sex with the vast majority of men who might ask, but that's not about poisoned M&Ms; that's about people being picky about sex partners in ways that are far more complex than value judgments.)

And there's the thing that the metaphor, really, is kind of broken. This should be no surprise; all metaphors are broken -- they explain the thing they're meant to explain, and they fail at the edges where they stop mapping to reality. So, if you're going to have a meaningful conversation with a metaphor, either you have to take it on its own terms or talk about where it doesn't apply. This metaphor is about why a few men being dangerous means most women quite reasonably view all men as potentially dangerous even though most men aren't. It's not about what women do with that view; if I had the bowl of M&Ms in question, I'd throw it out without a second thought (even if I had a poison-test kit!), and that obviously doesn't map to what most women do with men. And it's not about the numbers, either; 1 in 4 risky interactions with men don't end in assault even given 1 in 4 men will assault a woman at some point in their lives. But neither of those is the point of the metaphor, and if that's your objection, the useful way to say that is not to say "but you should eat the M&Ms anyway."

The metaphor also leaves out something that I think is really important, because it's focused on the poison M&Ms -- the interactions with men that leave a woman assaulted or worse. The claim is that the rest of the M&Ms, the vast majority of them, are just fine. The thing I've been realizing, listening to my friends talk about this (and the post I linked to above by [personal profile] metaphortunate is a good example) is that mostly what happens when a woman turns down a man's offer of a ride or invitation up to his apartment or whatever because she doesn't want to take that risk right then, is that he either takes it personally or gets overly apologetic and in any case it becomes this big deal with a lot of emotions and becomes this long-lasting awkward thing. And, no, that's not a "poison M&M" that gets her assaulted, but it's not anything close to "just fine" either. And it's not 1 in 4; it's "most of the time." And one of the problematic things about a lot of the responses is that they're directly part of this pattern of men hearing something like a "no", even when it's not personally directed at them, and making it emotionally painful for the woman saying it.

One of the many reasons that side of things is important is that ... well, it's hard to see where I can personally do a lot about men who assault women. Men who think that's okay tend to be men I avoid associating with, and the public persuasive essay has never been a thing I'm good at. But men who get all feelings-hurt about perceived rejections from women? It's a lot easier to find something useful to do about that: It hurts to admit it, and it's something I really don't like about myself, but I've been one of those men a few times. And so I can start by learning how to not do that again.
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A couple of the photos that [ profile] tiger_spot took of me and Morgan at Happy Hollow park yesterday looked like they would make good usericons, and it's been a while since I've had one that was a current photo, so I've created two new icons -- the one that's on this post, and this one that includes Morgan:

Also, here's a larger version of the one that's just me:

cut tag )

And a larger version of the one with Morgan: link, because it's quite large.
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I just happened across a list of various American "National such-and-so food" holidays. Provenance completely absent, of course; that's half the fun of these lists, that some random product council or local politician made a declaration and someone found it when assembling a list, and by random chance it propagated rather than dying out, and it's entirely likely that the number of people publishing a list has exceeded the number of people who have actually celebrated the holiday.

With that said, we just missed National Pears Helene day. And Tuesday is National Lacy Oatmeal Cookie day, as distinct from National Oatmeal Cookie day in late April. In a couple of weeks, we have Turkey Neck Soup day (oddly not "National"), and then on April 8 there is National Empanada day which [ profile] andres_s_p_b may want to celebrate as well as National Spanish Paella Day on March 27.

Interestingly, both June and September are National Papaya Month.

And, in oddly particular holidays, November 12 is National Pizza with the Works Except Anchovies day.

Anyhow, it was amusing, and seems like a good source of excuses for parties or supply of ideas for what to cook.
brooksmoses: (introspection)
Some bits of sysadmin-foo need commemorating....

So, about a week over ten years ago, in mid-February 2004, a few friends of mine and friends of theirs bought a new little Compaq Pentium-3 server, named it "jinx", installed FreeBSD on it, and set it up in a co-op colo in San Francisco. Later that year, I also got an account on the server, and set up my "" domain and email address there.

In December 2006, when the little mush that [ profile] lilairen and [ profile] keshwyn and [ profile] annwyd and others of us lived on disappeared in someone else's server move, I set up a replacement little mush on jinx. It wasn't much of a mush -- 90-odd objects all totaled including rooms and players -- but it was a community that saw us through hard times and good times and quite a lot of life.

Ten years on, and jinx has been through a couple of datacenter moves and a couple of co-op reorganizations, and a regrettable lack of operating-system upgrades. The friendships with the friends that initially set it up seem to have mostly drifted apart, mostly amicably (I had one hard breakup, perhaps now healed though distant enough that it's hard to say), and I think I ended up with the server because I was the only one really using it. But there comes a time when, no matter how stable a ten-year-old system seems to be, and how reliably the pair of 80MB disks keep spinning (28 billion revolutions so far, or thereabouts), that the need to replace it becomes too hard to ignore.

And so I have set up a new server, in a co-op colo in Minneapolis, and transferred over my domain and email server and the little mush, and they're now running on the new server as if not much has changed. This weekend, I'll go by the colo here to pick up jinx, so this evening was time to shut it down.

So, for posterity, the last session log. )

Goodnight, little server. And thank you.
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I assume that my circle of readers in Minnesota fandom is pretty much a subset of [ profile] scott_lynch's, but just in case, I pass this along: He's looking for a general assistant, about 10-15 hours/week. Details in the linked post.
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In which I had several sick people with varying dietary restrictions to feed, and leftovers from a 16.5-pound roast turkey (among other things) with which to feed them.

The largest ingredient was the broth and leftover turkey -- it turns out that one can make an astounding amount of broth from this quantity of turkey carcass and leftover bits. About a gallon and a half, I would guess. In addition to the broth, we had the two drumsticks and a 6-cup-sized Pyrex bowlful of leftover carved bits, all of which I shredded into bite-sized or smaller bits.

Basic Turkey and Dumplings )

Vegetarian Carrots and Dumplings )

Gluten/Dairy-Free Turkey and Dumplings )

This was a general success, but it also dirties all the dishes....
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So, because it came up in conversation earlier this evening, as these things do, Andres introduced me to QWOP.

QWOP is mostly the reduction to triviality racing game: You have a runner, and a 100-yard flat track, and you want to get to the end as fast as possible. There is no competition except yourself, the track, and the clock. The catch: You basically get to play the motor neurons in the spinal cord. You have four control keys -- Q and W to control the thighs, and O and P to control the calves. (Thus the name.) No further explanation is given, except a reminder that it's not about whether you win or lose....

The result is a lot like the little cars in the various "genetic algorithm" machine-learning demo programs, where a bunch of randomly-generated simulated "cars" are placed on a bumpy track, and most of them flip over or otherwise spectacularly fail to go anywhere, and a few make it a little ways down the track before spectacularly failing. There is much flailing, and flipping over, and generally failing to make forward progress.

I found it very interesting observing myself learning how to play it. The first step was mostly conscious -- what, exactly, do these keys do? (My immediate guesses were wrong. The answer, which I will not spoil in case you want to repeat the experiment, seemed rather clearly the right thing for them to do once I got there, though.) And then there was figuring out what to do with them. Some of it was watching what my subconscious brain came up with and seeing whether it worked or not.

I noticed myself getting very good at the "this has gone pretzel shaped, hit the spacebar to retry" recognition and action. And starting to become good at the "don't hit the spacebar until the runner has actually hit the ground" timing on that (because it doesn't do anything until he has actually finished falling over). I didn't have to think about that one much, and generally I was already hitting the spacebar by the time my conscious brain processed what just happened.

Somewhere in there I managed to run 3.2 yards backwards. I also came close to Andres's best (in the demo) 3.0 yards forward, but didn't beat it.

Also, at some point I had a distinct insight of, "oh, right, that's how running works," at which point I got about 3.5 yards almost immediately. I still had more false starts and flailings and such than I had good starts, and most of the good starts went only a couple of steps before the spectacular failure, but it was something.

Then was a stage of an interesting back-and-forth between unconscious and conscious learning. I had a reasonably good run of 7.3 yards pretty quickly, and then started getting worse again and had trouble getting past 3 or 4 yards. It seemed like what happened was that my unconscious had temporarily figured out something that worked, but then as I started consciously trying to understand why it worked, I was throwing off my timing and also interrupting the pattern and thus getting momentarily stuck at a key moment. And eventually and more laboriously, I started to both understand consciously a little of what was working and not working, and -- a little ahead of the conscious understanding -- I started being able to generate patterns that worked some of the time.

At the end, I was working on reliably getting a good start (mostly by conscious observation) and getting a recoverable one maybe one time in three, and a good one maybe one time in nine; on mostly-consciously developing a sense of what a good pattern looked like once the running got started; and pretty much entirely unconsciously working on getting the timing right to keep that pattern going once I got there.

The conscious/unconscious interplay became even more intricate; I was noticing that most of the recognition of a good pattern was unconscious -- the critical stuff was happening too fast to really do any conscious processing in time to do anything useful -- but I was trying frantically to overlay conscious processing on it, first to understand what had gone wrong, and second to figure out what I needed to be looking at to keep it from happening. Of course, this was also throwing off my game a bit; I kept breaking the subconscious patterns by focusing on different things. But occasionally I got a decent pattern going that didn't fall apart too fast, and didn't interrupt it too quickly with conscious thinking about what was making it work.

My best was a run of maybe 10 steps or so, making 8.5 yards.

It's remarkably addictive for such a simplistic game.
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I tried a few experimental things in my Thanksgiving cooking this year that came out well, so I'll record them here. As usual, this year's dinner was a semi-organized potluck of everyone bringing a few things, and this year I made the stuffing and cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes.

Also, [ profile] chinders can't have dairy or gluten, and it was important to me that she was able to eat some of everything I was bringing -- so, experimentation.

Cornbread )

Mushroom Soup/Gravy Base )

Stuffing )

Gravies )
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I was going through my ripped-CD collection as part of transferring it to a new computer, which meant going through and associating album art with the various albums. And one of the ones that didn't have album art already in the system was Annwn's Come Away to the Hills, so I went off on a web search to see if I could find a copy -- and found that the whole album is downloadable online on the bandleader's website, with notes and such.

And that means I can share a song that I'm particularly fond of with you all: "The Bard's Exhortation to the Salaryman", which the bandleader wrote "to poke fun at [one of her spouses] during a time when he had a day job and she didn't." It's a cheerfully fae little song about luring someone off to the hills, with a level of lighthearted humor and also a bit of reminder to spend a little time away from work.

Unfortunately, while I can share that with you, I can't tell her how much I enjoyed it ... because, as I found out reading other parts of her site, she died in a motorcycle crash a few years ago, about the time I happened across the CD. And so I am sad.

Anyhow, go listen. It's a fun song.
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