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So, that was a full day. I am encouraged by Lorie at Glendarragh Farm, who very carefully explained that lavender likes full sun, sandy soil, and a little lime for flavor. Also, on my walk around the farm, I was able to observe for myself that bumblebees love them some lavender. I'm back to thinking planting lavender in the place where the pool used to be, which is still stoopidly sandy. However! I did not buy a lavender plant today. Today I bought: a couple lavender sachets (one of which has found its forever home in the car, a t-shirt (I know, but! purple), a dark chocolate lavender bar, lavender-peppermint soap, a bunch of dried lavender destined to be placed in a vase and put in Steve's office, lavender lip balm, and lavender hand balm.

. . . I think I was quite conservative, really.

I walked in the gardens, and visited the lavender drying shed, which I would like to live in for the rest of my life. I had several in-depth chats with ZuZu, who is one of those little white dogs that everyone adopts immediately they retire and decide to travel. We talked about cats, ZuZu and I -- that cats, yes, do sleep a lot, and that she was just about as big as Rookie -- and also the fact that I had been raised by dogs, and that, yes, it was very very interesting and exciting to meet new people. I spoke for myself and ZuZu's owner translated for her, because -- you know this, right? -- I am one of those people who will talk to a dog for twenty minutes and never directly speak to the dog's owner.

Onward!

From Appleton, then, to Lincolnville Beach, where the tide was out and people were doing beach things, and thence to Belfast, where two full-color posters of kittens greet the traveler coming into town from Route One from the South, announcing the availability of Maine! Coon! Kittens! No, I didn't stop, and because I am an uncharitable person, I take leave to doubt that anyone with Maine! Coon! Kittens! needs to advertise their availability via street-corner posters.

Stopped at Nautilus for lunch on the covered patio, as reported elsewhere. The haddock Reuben was very tasty, though I admit I had some doubts.

After lunch, I went up the hill to the co-op and did some shopping -- fresh onions, cherries, three kinds of salads (curried chicken, potato, and pasta pea), local cheese, a bottle of alcohol-free wine, which -- I will, as it happens, quite happily drink alcohol-free wine, but it costs the earth, comparatively -- a loaf of Borealis rye bread for the freezer, bar shampoo and moisturizer.

After shopping -- ice cream! Homemade strawberry from Wild Cow, which I carried back to the public landing and ate while sitting on a bench overlooking the bay.

Then, it was time to come home, which is where I am now, and where I will be staying, rather than drag my weary self to the library.

Things that were missing from my day.

1 Crowds of tourists. It is now after July 4th and I was on Route One. Frequently the only car on Route One. Belfast was a little thin of people for even a off-season Tuesday, never mind a fine July afternoon, and there were ... less boats than I had anticipated in the harbor. There was no line at the restaurant during the Prime Hour for lunch. More! There were parking spaces available at the public landing.

2 Seagulls. There were no seagulls at Belfast. None. I'm trying to remember if there were any at Ducktrap -- sorry, Lincolnville -- and that probably tells the tale right there.

Well. Maybe the Seagull Militia is forming up elsewhere. Maybe that's where the missing tourists are, too.

Rookie was waiting for me when I came in, and! There was a drinker at the front-garden hummingbird bar. Score!

And there we have my news.

What's yours?

Lavender!

...with bonus poppies

sovay

I had no idea until last night that the runaway success of Lock Up Your Daughters at the Mermaid Theatre in 1959 had produced a small boom in Restoration musicals upon the London stage, or at least for two months in 1963 it produced Paul Dehn and James Bernard's Virtue in Danger, a musical translation of John Vanbrugh's 1696 The Relapse which despite a comedically impressive cast including Barrie Ingham, Patricia Routledge, John Moffatt, Patsy Byrne, and Alan Howard fizzled out as a curiosity with an original cast LP. As a musical, it does feel thin on the ground in that most of its songs are glosses on the Vanbrugh, but it does boast a couple of more dramatically substantial, melodically involved items such as the ironically frank "I'm in Love with My Husband," the cynically torchy "Let's Fall Together," and the sweetly bemused "Why Do I Feel What I Feel?" which last is stuck disastrously in my head. It's the catchiest tune in the show and the likeliest to have escaped containment—nothing else in the score rang any bell with me, whereas this one may have made it as far as Standing Room Only—and I don't mind the debt to Rodgers and Hart, but I couldn't stop thinking of Tom Lehrer.

Current Music: Barrie Ingham, "Why Do I Feel What I Feel?"

swan_tower

Following on last month's re-release of The Writer's Little Book of Naming, The Writer's Little Book of Platitudes is back out in the world!

A white background with the text "The Writer's Little Book of Platitudes: Tips and Tricks for Taking (and Ignoring) Advice," by Marie Brennan, author of the Memoirs of Lady Trent. In the center is a red circle with a diagonal line through it (the symbol for "no") with the words "thou shalt not" inside.

A white background with the text "The Writer's Little Book of Platitudes: Tips and Tricks for Taking (and Ignoring) Advice," by Marie Brennan, author of the Memoirs of Lady Trent. In the center is a red circle with a diagonal line through it (the symbol for "no") with the words "thou shalt not" inside.

“Show, don’t tell.” “Murder your darlings.” “Write every day.”

Certain pieces of advice are widespread in the writing community — but what do they really mean? And are they nuggets of universal wisdom, or do they only apply to some writers in some circumstances? Award-winning author Marie Brennan tackles these old saws, dissecting each one to see what purpose it might serve . . . and when you should toss it aside.

And starting next month, there will be a brand-new Writer's Little Book -- stay tuned for news on that . . .

(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://www.swantower.com/2026/07/07/the-writers-little-book-of-platitudes-returns/)

ffutures

This is a bundle of material for Vast Grimm, the "Creation Curation SFRPG of bizarre horror inspired by Mork Borg," It's a special offer timed for 7/7, which is apparently a special day for Mork Borg fans.

https://bundleofholding.com/presents/VastGrimm

Like a lot of material inspired by Mork Borg the typography is often somewhere between "Urgh, that's a weird layout" and "My eyes! They bleed!" which is not ideal for someone who has a damaged retina and often sees straight lines as sine waves, which is why this review doesn't go into much detail. But it's cheap and if that's the sort of thing you like it contains "everything you need to fight frenzied battles for survival as the Universe inches closer to inevitable demise. It'll be fun!"

Definitions of fun may vary, of course...

firecat

Who should get the $$ per month I was donating to Graham Platner?

james_davis_nicoll

The current Skeleton Crew ruleboo plus a Legion of adventures.

Bundle of Holding: Vast Grimm

bryant

Here we are in the middle of 2026, which is as good a marker as any to see where my movie watching is at. Thanks, Letterboxd, for enabling my OCD! All stats are as of June 30th.

I watched 197 movies in the first half of the year. I have a not totally serious goal of 500 this year, which is a number I hit in 2023 after which I decided to stop being quite so obsessive. You don’t need to make the number go up every year, so I pulled back for the sake of my sanity. Now, however, I have more free time. The math says… maybe, particularly since I’m gonna see like 75 movies at Fantasia. (I do count shorts in this.)

Full post: https://popone.innocence.com/archives/2026/07/07/midyear-reels/

oursin

Oxford, 1920. For the first time in its 1,000-year history, the world’s most famous university has admitted female students.

This would be rather startling to the ladies who had studied as home students, at Somerville, Lady Margaret Hall, St Hugh's and St Hilda's, before women were admitted to Oxford degrees which was what actually happened in 1920 -

- and those ladies who were still around were there to collect the degrees they were now entitled to.

I am so hoping that this is a blurb produced either by AI or by some intern at the publishers who has not actually read the book but has gathered that it is about women going to Oxford in 1920?

Because if the book is written in some apprehension that there were No Female Students among the dreaming spires before 1920 I hope the author is visited in her sleep by the shades of all, or at least some of, the women who were, who included some notoriously stroppy and acerbic characters.

This is even more egregious than the historical romance which posited a daughter of an Oxford prof at a date of obligatory celibacy for College fellows, which is a bit niche perhaps, but Women's Struggle for Education is surely well-documented???

(Come on down, Vera Brittain, The Women at Oxford: a fragment of history)

In further Did Not Do The Research, or at least have a Brit-Picker, JD Robb Stolen in Death has significant plot around theft of Important Jewels - from the Tate in London, wtf, surely you meant the V&A....

conuly

She's fine, no worries - well, not fine fine, she's at the hospital, but it's nothing to worry about.

Taking the bus back from the hospital always gets me thinking about Hurricane Sandy. They named a corner after those two boys. They'd be in high school now, or even entering college. It's easy to judge their mother - and don't get me wrong, I do judge her, because she made every possible mistake from before the storm even hit, starting with not evacuating - but people do dumb stuff all the time and it usually works out just fine. People don't usually die because they did something stupid, they don't usually lose their kids over it.

It's been rainy too. It's really just a maudlin way to start a week.

But I still think, every time I take that bus from the hospital, that those kids should've gotten to grow up, and instead they didn't even get to go trick-or-treating that year.

The moral of this post, inasmuch as there even is one, is that if your area is under an evacuation order, or ought to be, fucking evacuate. Or if you've decided to shelter in place, shelter in place. Don't try to evacuate after the storm is already upon you. That's how it all goes wrong.

sartorias

The reissue of INDA is today.

I can't express what a relief it is to have the tyops and other messes cleaned up. No doubt one or two escaped, but that can be fixed, now that my rights are back in my hands. Almost twenty years to the day since it first came out; at that time having gay characters as just part of life was pretty rare, especially in main characters, plus an autistic hero. Now I am glad to say there are plenty more out there, yay!

Available from: Kindle | Kobo | B&N | Apple |. Print at Amazon (soon also at IngramSpark, AND AT BOOKVAULT, which is a UK outfit)

Also, finally, after close on fifteen years, I have Wren Journeymage in print.

petra

This survey is run by the person who runs the Gender Census. It is looking for information about what first names nonbinary (defined very broadly) people use.

If this describes you, go get represented!

Current Mood: nonbinarie
Current Music: Why is it so lonely in between a boy and a girl

james_davis_nicoll

The Company will surely triumph over the Union upstarts, just as soon as R&D solves a few minor, pilot-killing, bugs in their cutting-edge systems.

Hellburner (Devil to the Belt, volume 2) by C J Cherryh

canyonwalker

Mammoth Lakes Travelog #5
At the Westin · Sun, 5 Jul 2026. 10pm.

Although June was my month of #PoolLife, the month I decided "I'm going to use the pool and/or hot tub every day" (minus the one day I missed), I've kept the streak going in July. Today we left home, though, for our Mammoth Lakes road trip at 9:30am. Did we squeeze in a soak in the hot tub early in the morning? No.. because we figured we'd get one at our hotel this evening!

The hot tubs and pool at the Westin Monache in Mammoth Lakes (Jul 2026)

The hot tubs and pool at the Westin Monache in Mammoth Lakes (Jul 2026)

After walking down to "the village" for dinner we came back up ("up" being an operative word 🥵) to the hotel and went for a soak in the hot tub. The high altitude sun was already set, so we didn't have to worry about sunburn and stayed out for almost an hour.

Oh, we had a little excitement from the balcony of our room before we went to the pool. From the street far below I heard the sirens of a police car making occasional short blasts. At first I figured, "NBD, police activity in a tourist town is not unusual. Probably someone trying to park in the bus stop." But when the siren blasted again and again I went outside for a look-see. A few people had stopped and were holding their phones up to record video. "Are the cops rousting a vagrant?" I wondered. Then I saw the action....

Watch on YouTube

The vagrant was a black bear! I was climbing along the retaining wall of an apartment building below us. A few residents were on the balcony the bear was trying to scale. (Not really a bright idea.) By the time I started my own video recording the bear had given up on joining the folks on the balcony and was instead padding along through the yard between that building and our hotel.

calimac

Slate has been running a daily quiz of six questions each with four multiple-choice possible answers, which runs the gamut from six questions I know the answers to offhand to six questions I have absolutely no idea of.

Occasionally there's a clever question or set of answers, and I liked one of today's in a cultural quiz; the question was, what were the names of the other two members of Josie and the Pussycats? Though I've seen the movie, I didn't remember the answer - which was Valerie and Melody - but I got it right because of what the wrong answers were. They were 1) Veronica and Betty, 2) Violet and Patty, 3) Velma and Daphne. I could remember where all three of those pairs came from, though two of the sources I've had no contact with in a long time, so elimination gave me the right answer.

andrewducker

A friend reported that it was taking him 20 seconds to load my journal (as opposed to only a couple of seconds for other people's). Other people's journals weren't slow, just mine. And only when logged in.

Can anyone replicate this? (I'm putting in a support request to DW over it, and it would be good to know if this is something special about him, or a more widespread problem.)

And before anyone asks, yes, we've replicated on multiple browsers, multiple devices, and multiple networks.

Edit: Support ticket raised

sovay

Rewatching John Carpenter's Starman (1984) in full for the first time in decades reminded me of the odd, small cycle in American science fiction of its decade with their almost folkloric exploration of passing for human—learning what it is to be human, which is never required to mean replicating it perfectly. Jeff Bridges as the Starman retains his slight, birdlike glitches of movement and artifically accurate cadences to the last. His eidetic mimicry of television fills in for the cultural tics and expectations he has not yet worked out the rules of, but whose pattern he can reproduce well enough for normal social weirdness. It took me well into adulthood to understand the humor of the scene in Splash (1984) in which Madison is initially upset by a shootout in an episode of Bonanza because that extra-diegetic awareness of acting which a slightly nonplussed Allen explains to her was exactly how I learned to separate my own emotional reactions from fictional images that similarly disturbed me. The Brother from Another Planet (1984) and The Hidden (1987) would be the other titles that come to mind; I may be overlooking others, but the superficial appearance of Earth-humanity is a necessary criterion. Of course they are immigration stories, too, or so many of our heroes wouldn't have an inimical government on their tails. Madison and the Brother even make their respective landfalls at Ellis Island. I would love to be able to interpret this strain as a rebuttal to the paranoia of so much of the previous generation's science fiction where the federal government, fueled by the Cold War and the Red and Lavender Scares, was fully justified in blowing the aliens away, but I might need a larger sample set. I can at least track that the nonhuman characters under discussion are just trying to get on with their own lives, whose cosmically personal stakes are love or freedom or knowledge. "I make maps," the Starman explains himself. They feel more like Zenna Henderson's People stories than even something like The Man Who Fell to Earth (1976). I saw three of them as a small child. It was a useful additional reinforcement of the different ways to be a person.

Current Music: Bridget St John, "Ask Me No Questions"

liv

So next/this year I'm assigned to Wimbledon, a kind of apprenticeship or internship where hopefully I will learn how to actually do the job of a rabbi as a whole, rather than individual pieces of it. They have asked me to write an article introducing myself for their magazine. And I'm really struggling to write something not boring; what I have reads like a list of the places I've lived, worked and volunteered with the Jewish community, like a very pedestrian covering letter. So, if you were a member of a synagogue and there was a new intern about to join, what would you want to know about them? I've included the (slightly redacted) draft below the cut.

( this is boring even to me and I'm the subject )

One of my next year teachers has set us for our pre-class homework over the summer "read a book". Like, literally pick up a book and read it. Presumably there's a point to this, I was planning to read some books anyway, but I assume there's more to it than just ticking the box to say, yup, I read a book. Suggestions welcome! If an eminent professor of Bible told you to read a book, what would you pick? I know the prof is an SF fan, she's trying to start a theological SF reading group.

Current Mood: blocked

sorcyress

I'm at ESCape and I'm pretty happy about it!

The moment that it all really hit and crystalized and clarified was just before I rushed out of my cabin to the staff meeting, hanging up my flag outside Kitty Alone, and just feeling...home. It was real good! It was _real_ good, to have that moment of stillness, that song in my heart.

Here are some other moments I have liked!

*Last year when I arrived for ESCape, my cabin was utterly _covered_ in hangers, as a brilliantly executed practical joke from me-at-LCFD dropping a suggestion saying "more hangers in Kitty Alone plz". This year I didn't have anything quite so ridiculous, instead I had an orange light-up spiderweb, plus two giant spider decorations, carefully festooning the interior of the cabin. I am _so thrilled_ and immediately texted my crew-sweetie a thank you, only to later learn they weren't from her.

"It's a bit of an unexpected answer", she told me when I made some other faulty guesses who. I did later learn, and oh boy, it was unexpected but totally in character and very very lovely. I dearly love my spiders and will obviously be keeping them up for all of camp! (they will be easier to dodge than the hangers).

*A small bittersweet moment, at staff meeting I introduced myself with "my role at camp is this is my tenth, and final for a while, year of teaching the beginner SCD" and Chloe from the committee throwing her hands over her face in gentle despair that they're gonna need to find someone else. It was very flattering! I've had several people describe or talk about me to my face as "very good at SCD[/teaching]" and that's also extremely flattering.

(why am I stopping my favourite job I've ever had? Because it will be better for the community as a whole if ESCape has a rotation of _different_ excellent SCD basics teachers, and is not just "the thing Kat does only". I don't plan on doing anything else that week, ever, and I am of course immortal and going to live forever, but it is healthier for the community to not lock institutional knowledge away and instead spread it out. I am increasing the week's bus number, and ugh, I hate it so much and next year will be _so weird_ if I get in off the waitlist.)

*Oh, directly related to the above, a friend of mine from contra who is a beautiful dancer told me that I am the dancer they watch when they are looking at the SCD floor! Again, extremely flattering! That felt super nice to hear!

*I liked going down an ECD line and being able to say to each member of Torrent in turn "I like your outfit" and get back some variety of chipper "thanks, did you see my bandmates?!". The three of them matched, and it was extremely cute.

*I experienced a just _beautiful_ moment of consent practice today and I want to file it away and try and do this for other people in the future. After staff meeting, I was very briefly touching base with Arthur, who is MCing SCD this year, and I mentioned I'd love to get a quick check in with him at some point before I teach tomorrow afternoon, just to confirm his program and what I might want to focus on.

He said to me "oh, we could do it right now. Are you busy?" and then he looked at me as I hesitated or possibly had my face betray me and followed up a reasonable beat later with "say yes!", clearly giving me an out of "yes, I am busy".

It was just so earnest and kind, him noting that I didn't immediately assent to the meeting, and making it *much* easier for me to give the "disappointing" answer. Reminds me of one of my favourite ever consent quotes (which alas I no longer remember where I got the context for this, so sorry to unattribute words): "the easier it is to say no, the more a yes actually means".

*It's great to see and feel part of crew! And also great to see and feel part of other friendships! Gosh I am happy to be here!

*I spent about an hour hanging with Tuesday, working on unpacking my room real nice, and that was _lovely_. I am very pleased for it! We're gonna stay together after the pub night and I'm excited for thatttt!

Okay yay! Love you all, goodnight!

~Sor
MOOP!

canyonwalker

Mammoth Lakes Travelog #4
Mammoth Lakes · Sun, 5 Jul 2026. 5pm.

As we neared the end of our road trip today things started looking up. And by "things" I mean the weather. All afternoon we'd had gray, depressing skies over the Sierra Nevada that even cast a pall over normally stunning Yosemite. Even the scenically overwhelming Tioga Pass was somewhere between overwhelming and "Meh" today. So imagine my surprise as we turned south on US-395 and looked forward (literally) to Mammoth Lakes....

Mammoth Lakes is the one bright spot in the Sierra Nevada today (Jul 2026)

Mammoth Lakes is the one bright spot in the Sierra Nevada today (Jul 2026)

Yes, Mammoth Lakes is, like, the one sunny spot in the Sierra Nevada today!

We drove into the town of Mammoth Lakes and to our hotel, the Alpenhof Lodge.

Alpenhof hotel in Mammoth Lakes, Calif (Jul 2026)

Alpenhof hotel in Mammoth Lakes, Calif (Jul 2026)

The Alpenhof is the hotel we switched to after we started planning the trip around the more-luxe but also spendier Westin Monache a few blocks away. We said no to the Westin because we reasoned that this hotel, despite being more like a Quality Inn from the 1970s, offered everything we wanted— for 40% less. Alas by the time we arrived we had learned that several of those things we wanted, which were promised on the website, were closed or broken. 😡

The front desk agent acted sympathetic... but the only option he offered was, "I can cancel your whole reservation right now." I pointed out how that was an absurd alternative, as we'd planned a 4-day trip around this stay, we'd driven 6 hours from home, and at this last minute finding alternative lodging would likely be way more expensive than what we booked a week earlier. I asked instead for a discount on our rate as a few promised facilities were unavailable. He said only the manager could authorize that, and the manager wasn't there.

I took the keys and drove around the back to find our cottage. I was still fuming about the situation... and seeing the cottage looking like something not particularly fancy from decades ago just snapped it for me. With Hawk's agreement we drove back to the front, checked that the "take it or leave it" offer was still available, and left it.

We walked out. I've only walked out of a hotel maybe 4 times in over 1,000 nights of hotel stays. And ironically 2 of those times have now been in Mammoth Lakes. (The last was 3 years ago.)

Hawk quipped, "It's now our thing!"

So, where did we go? We found a decent rate over at the Westin Monache. Yes, the one we steered away from a week ago because we decided it was too spendy.

Westin Monache hotel in Mammoth Lakes, Calif (Jul 2026)

Westin Monache hotel in Mammoth Lakes, Calif (Jul 2026)

It's spendier, but all the stuff they promise actually works. And actually we found a rate that's less spendy than what we saw a week ago... though it's still a big step up, cost-wise, from what we booked at the Alpenhof Lodge.

Fortunately it's also a step up in terms of luxury.

Our suite at the Westin Monache in Mammoth Lakes (Jul 2026)

Our suite at the Westin Monache in Mammoth Lakes (Jul 2026)

Here's a photo from the living room in our one-bedroom suite. Our balcony overlooks the town and the mountains and valleys beyond from the 7th floor. And now we're about to walk down to the village to get some dinner. When we come back it'll be time to the use the hot tub— the two hot tubs this hotel has, both of which work! 🤣

conuly

but at least it's cooled down!

(I always picture all this rain after a heat wave like somebody reaching up and literally wringing out the damp air.)

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med_cat

Я недавно беседу имел с котом,
Так как кот в настроении был как раз.
Он сказал, что нет никакого «потом» —
Лишь «сейчас и здесь», только «здесь и сейчас».

I recently had a conversation with a cat,
Because the cat happened to feel like talking.
He said that there is no "afterwards",
There's only "now and here", only "here and now".

Что коты эту мудрость знают давно:
Если ты спокоен, весь мир — эскорт,
Что прекрасно просто смотреть в окно,
Что в коробках тайна, а в миске корм.

He said that cats have known this wisdom for a long time:
If you're calm, the entire world is your escort,
That it's fine to simply look out the window,
That there's mystery in boxes, and food in the bowl.

Хочешь есть — поешь. Хочешь спать — ложись.
Одолеют мысли — лицо умой.
А девятая жизнь — лишь девятая жизнь,
Что-то вроде пятой или седьмой.

If you're hungry, eat. If you're sleepy, go to bed.
If thoughts are plaguing you, wash your face.
And the ninth life is simply the ninth life,
Rather similar to a fifth or a seventh life.

— Но потом — я воскликнул — потом-то смерть!..
Кот зевнул, небрежно махнул хвостом,
И сказал, живота умывая мех:
Ты забыл, что нет никакого «потом».

"But afterwards," I exclaimed, "afterwards--there'll be death!..."
The cat yawned, negligently waved his tail,
And said, washing the fur on his belly,
"You've forgotten that there's no such thing as 'afterwards'."

Сергей Плотов

Sergey Plotov

canyonwalker

Mammoth Lakes Travelog #3
Tioga Pass · Sun, 5 Jul 2026. 3:30pm.

Our road trip to Mammoth Lakes continues. After busting out in Yosemite due to weather we continued driving east on route 120. After exiting the park at the Tioga Pass, elev. 9,945', the road winds around a cluster of beautiful stark lakes and then drops down through an amazing canyon.

A vertical mile in the Tioga Pass (July 2026)

A vertical mile in the Tioga Pass (July 2026)

The sights here never fail to amaze, even under today's gray skies. Even the time I drove through here literally after midnight I could tell I was being dwarfed by the huge grandness of nature around me.

This is one of the places where you're up close to a vertical mile. The mountain peaks rise past 12,000' while the valley below rests at about 6,800'. The road itself doesn't descend a vertical mile; it's more like a 3,000' descent in your car. But notice the road skirting along the side of the mountain in the pic above. You are clinging to a narrow ribbon across the middle of that vertical mile!

Turn around and there's more, of course.

Waterfalls below Ellery Lake in the Tioga Pass (Jul 2026)

Waterfalls below Ellery Lake in the Tioga Pass (Jul 2026)

The little roadside pull-out we stopped at affords views in all directions. Back up the mountains behind us is a waterfall. It drains out of Ellery Lake higher up in the Tioga Pass.

From here it's down, down, down to the rim of Mono Lake.

flexagon

We had a week of heat waves (two days at almost exactly 100 degrees), and it felt like not much was happening, but in retrospect a lot was happening.

Fourth of July stuff? On Tuesday I went with Birdie to the fireworks show put on by my town, which is always carefully not on the actual 4th because nobody wants to compete with the huge Boston show. I was impressed, both with the show and with how many people turned out for it! We watched from far enough away to be out of the crowd, and it was still thrillingly close.

The squirrel and I met with a contractor on Tuesday about the redesigned cottage bathroom/closet that I've been working on. He quoted us a high price but also an appealing level of competence, engagement and organization. After several long talks about whether to let the squirrel's mom pay for some of it, which was not a simple topic for all kinds of reasons, we pulled the trigger and signed up on Thursday. Paid the deposit and everything. Let the demolition party begin! I spent a while on Tuesday, and again today, picking up little concrete overflow bits ("concrete kibble", I decided to call it) and screws, and spreading displaced gravel around to be level again. It's getting tidier.

Also on Tuesday, the existing upstairs tenants declared their intention to sign up for another year with Squirrels Inc. They agreed to a rent increase, we agreed to look into some small issues for them. Which I spent this morning doing. The peel-and-stick tiles in their kitchen are sooooo nasty and sticky, but so easy, to replace! Ewwww, ahhhh. I replaced what I could and bought some more.

Wednesday, new neighbors moved in -- at the house I live in -- to replace the ones who moved out. These ones also seem nice, but with nobility yet to be determined. We asserted our position as house elders, and now they come to us with cute questions like which garbage can is theirs (it's all communal) and whether they can use the compost bin (sure, join us). They have a two-week-old baby, which is the tiniest baby I've seen in a long time.

On Friday, I drove (okay, was driven) more than 2 hrs to the birthday party of the Monk, my ex acro partner. It was one of the 100-degree days, and I ended up spending four hours listening to Shearwater, a band I had to that point never heard of at all. The driver's favorite, obviously. I think I liked it, but maybe that was primarily a decision of self-defense? Anyway, this ended up feeling like the second half of July 4 festivities, since it involved outdoor grilling and bikini wearing and bug spray. The temperature wasn't bad... in the shade... as long as I didn't move.

Thursday and Saturday involved the baking and eating of a Fächertorte over at Quarte's, with the bug. It was many layers of filling, and extremely caloric. Like apple pie plus layers of plum jam, ground walnut goop, and ground poppy seed goop. I'm interested in finding ways to move an apple pie in that direction without creating a four-inch-thick monstrosity that can only be consumed by a crowd. Anyway, Quarte is imperfect but he also has cancer and is scared and is an old friend, so the bug and I are trying to be nice to him.

Workouts continue. My toe is still healing and constraining me a little. Wednesday and Sunday I did some good press practice -- no new records of any sort, just trying to get better with my current set-up and not lean too far forward in the initial lift. Trying to feel like I'm actively balancing with my hands the whole time. Trying to compress. Tiny Person was here for just a couple of days but I think she's gone until the end of the summer now, unfortunately... so I can't learn from her right now.

I did get a new-personal-record backbend on Thursday, thanks to the 100 degrees.

Also excitingly, my squirrel came back from Montreal with the phoenix tattoo design that he's been wanting forever. He finally found the right one! So he's going back up in a couple of weeks to get inked, and I might tag along. I like Montreal.

The upcoming week brings its own peculiarities. I'm getting my first colonoscopy, and circus school is closed during the daytime in favor of youth camp, and the squirrel is going away again right after getting announced as the new CEO at his workplace (!). Weather's looking a lot more reasonable, and I'm hoping to spend more time at home and watch a lot more of the sewing course I've started watching.

julesjones

It occurred to me after the recent binge on Blake's 7 fanac that I should Do Something about getting more of my old zine-published fic online, this being a project that was brought to an abrupt halt a dozen years ago by one of the many unpleasant ways in which my body has failed me. So at the weekend I went looking for the old files, hoping that I would actually find them in a usable format because the earliest ones date back to Lotus AmiPro, never mind Lotus WorPro.

It turned out I did have the submission file of the very first fanfic I ever wrote, and it was a .txt file. I read it. I thought, "Why on earth did

watervole publish this?" The answer, of course, is that she didn't. The .txt file is what I initially sent her as a submission. What appeared in the zine is the version I sent her after she'd explained how to improve it.

Unfortunately I can't find the file for the published version (and will have to beg her to see if she still has it on an ancient machine or mailspool somewhere). And I am *not* going to put the first draft out in public. There is a reason why Dolphin Dreams is dedicated to her and to my editor at Loose Id, Raven McKnight. As I said there, editors are good people. They make your stories better.

oursin

So, it looks probable that I am coming up to be the next person to suggest A Book for the in-person reading group.

And I recently had a flash of inspiration, why not something by Naomi Mitchison?

Except that when I come to Do The Research, hardly anything is at present actually in print, chiz chiz chiz.

I really don't think I can moot The Corn King and the Spring Queen which is Very Long.

We're doing a memoir for the meeting next week so perhaps not Among You Taking Notes.

Otherwise it's The Blood of the Martyrs, about the early Christians, not perhaps as good as the earlier Classical Antiquity novels, or Travel Light, which is not my own favourite among her fantasy works.

I really fancied blowing their minds with Memoirs of a Spacewoman but although there is a Kindle edition of the Italian translation, if you want to read it in English secondhand copies come pricey.

(INFAMY!!!)

So I have to think of something else.

To switch to an entirely different track, maybe Rosamond Lehmann, Dusty Answer, the archetypal Sad Girl Novel?

Hell, maybe I should go for Cold Comfort Farm.

rolanni

Monday. Breezy, sunny, and pleasant.

Wrote 1,000ish words today. Sadly, they replace the 1,000ish words I wrote yesterday, which had been predicated upon a misremembered history set forth in Balance of Trade. At least now the new scene is right, and I still get to keep Billy Wilde, who I so wanted on account of his ship is AcesWilde (or maybe WildeAce, to make a match with WildeToad), and not because I have any particular fondness for Billy himself. Well. Except that he has a piece of news that the other characters need.

Writer math.

What else? Vacuumed, performed my duty to the cats, took a walk, gathered the trash and recycling into the garage for tomorrow's migration to the curb, scheduled a haircut for Thursday. Ate lunch. Broke a favorite (of course) plate. After I finish this letter to the internets, I'll sit down with my notes for the WIP and refresh myself, now that I've broken 100 pages. Twice.

In neighborhood news, it looks like the new owners are moving into the big farmhouse. A car towing a trailer and a truck with the bed full of stuff arrived as I was getting lunch together.

Tomorrow is supposed to be a little cooler than today, so The Amended Plan is to arise and do breakfast, set out the trash, and go to Appleton early. After I've lavendered my fill, I'll skate over to Belfast, hit the co-op and forage for either lunch or ice cream, and be back home in time for needlework.

And that? Would be all of my news.

What's your news?

And! Let's give it up for the first day lilies of summer, Cat Farm Time:

sovay

I will be at Readercon! Observe my schedule.

Reading: Sonya Taaffe
Friday 12 pm
Sonya Taaffe

Current forecast: new and uncollected poetry.

100 Years of Lud-in-the-Mist
Friday 2 pm
Casella Brookins, Graham Sleight, Greer Gilman, Lila Garrott (m), Sonya Taaffe, The joey Zone

Lud-in-the-Mist was published 100 years ago, the last of three novels Hope Mirrlees would write. Reprinted without authorization in 1970 in the Ballantine fantasy series, Lud-in-the-Mist influenced many contemporary writers, such as Michael Swanwick and Elizabeth Hand. What power does this novel still hold today, and how did a once-forgotten work come to be so well-remembered?

Classical Reception in Contemporary SFF
Friday 4 pm
Alexander Jablokov, Lila Garrott, Sonja Ryst (m), Sonya Taaffe, Tom Doyle

Greco-Roman and especially classical Roman culture are alive and well in recent and current SFF, from the seemingly ubiquitous Imperium to the pastiche of Pliny the Younger that opens Kai Ashante Wilson's The Sorcerer of the Wildeeps. Why do we keep reaching not only for the classics but for the classical? And why does it all feel so current?

Why "Morally Gray" Characters Get All the Love
Friday 7 pm
Elizabeth Bear, Melissa Caruso (m), P. Djèlí Clark, Sonya Taaffe, Sunny Moraine

Why is everyone so in love with "morally gray" characters now? Are we seeking to understand the complexity of the human soul, escape hero/villain stereotyping, or is it something else? Are morally gray characters really more interesting to write and read, or has moral clarity simply gone out of vogue? Is a morally gray character just a villain with a redemption arc?

The Bog Body Motif in Trans SFF
Saturday 1 pm
Ann LeBlanc, dave ring (m), Sonya Taaffe

Izzy Wasserstein's poem, "Come Back Wrong" (Strange Horizons, May 5, 2025), examines medical transition, drawing parallels with the transformation of sacrificial bodies tossed into acidic bog soils and left there for centuries to tan to leather. The bog body motif seems to pop up again and again in queer and especially trans SFF stories, songs, and games. Why? What is so appealing about the bog body as a metaphor, and what does the repeated use of this imagery indicate about the times we live in?

SFF and Queer Cultural Memory
Saturday 6 pm
David Gerrold, Ian Muneshwar (m), Sonya Taaffe, Susan Stinson, Victor Manibo

Much has been written about the losses to queer cultural memory wrought by both repression and AIDS. From Nazi burnings of research to yesteryear's censorship and today's book and social media bans, repressive movements have long tried to prevent queer narratives from emerging. What role has SFF played in preserving queer cultural knowledge? How have queer writers and readers changed SFF, and how has SFF changed us in return?

The Odyssey in 2026
Sunday 11 am
Charles Allison (m), Kate Nepveu, Kenneth Schneyer, Sonya Taaffe

Homer's Odyssey is having a moment: a new major translation by Daniel Mendelsohn (following other major ones by Emily Wilson and Peter Green), a recent movie starring Ralph Fiennes and Juliette Binoche (The Return), a musical adaptation that is a social media sensation (Epic), and a forthcoming blockbuster movie written and directed by Christopher Nolan. What aspects are these translations and adaptations highlighting compared to past versions, and what elements are ripe for more attention?

Reckoning at 10
Sunday 12 pm
Corey Farrenkopf, Marissa Lingen, Michael J. DeLuca (m), Sonya Taaffe

Reckoning launched its first issue at Readercon 27, back in 2016. Join Reckoning contributors and staff in celebrating ten years of creative writing on environmental justice with readings of work from the new issue and highlights from the past.

After an unbroken run from 2004–19, I have been out of the Readercon loop since its virtual edition in 2021 thanks to a combination of pandemic and personal medical disaster. Am I returning in good health? Hell, no, but I am returning. Who may I expect to see there?

Current Music: Tim Eriksen & Peter Irvine, "Boston"

james_davis_nicoll

Random generators from Kent David Kelly for tabletop fantasy roleplaying games such as OSRIC (based on the 1979 First Edition of Advanced Dungeons & Dragons) and other fantasy retroclones.

Bundle of Holding: Oldskull Generators

ffutures

Launching in an hour, this is an offer of Oldskull Generators Bundle, random generators from Kent David Kelly for AD&D and compatible systems. Some of them were in an earlier bundle, Castle Oldskull, the rest are new.

https://bundleofholding.com/presents/OldskullGenerators

These really aren't my area of interest - if they're yours, they might be worth a look. If you previously got Castle Oldskull it may be worth checking if you need the new material in this offer, and it it'd be cheaper to cherry-pick the ones you need rather than buying the whole bundle.

petra

Send me an anonymous (or signed) summary of the fic you wish I would write. Maybe I will write a tidbit.

Maybe, if you're lucky, I'll get my UK on and write you a titbit.

Current Mood: silly
Current Music: Throw back the curtain

canyonwalker

Mammoth Lakes Travelog #2
Tuolumne Meadow, Yosemite · Sun, 5 Jul 2026. 3:pm.

As I mentioned in my previous blog, our road trip today to Mammoth Lakes takes us straight through Yosemite National Park. Bonus, right? And because we staggered our trip from the July 4 weekend, so we're going out when most crowds are heading home, we've enjoyed minimal traffic as we head out. Double bonus!

There's only one problem. The weather.

The "partly cloudy" promised in today's weather forecast— yesterday it promised full sun for today— turned into fully overcast skies by early afternoon. Today as we drove up past elev. 8,000' into Yosemite's Granite Country, everything was covered with a pall as if filmed in an overexposed, deteriorated black-and-white movie. The ground was gray, the sky was gray. There was no contrast. We skipped Olmstead Point with its view over Half Dome. We stopped briefly at Tenaya Lake, normally a stunning sapphire of the high country, but even the water gray as there were no colors to reflect.

We did stop again at a creek in Tuolumne Meadow and hopped out for a short walk.

Lembert Dome in Yosemite's Tuolumne Meadow on a cloudy day (Jul 2026)

Lembert Dome in Yosemite's Tuolumne Meadow on a cloudy day (Jul 2026)

We followed a footpath down to a small creek; I believe this is Lyell Creek. In the background you see Lembert Dome. There are hiking trails that loop around the back and up to the top of the granite bald. Hiking that was my plan for today! But in this crummy weather I'm just not feeling it. Oh, and I am feeling the effects of 8,000'+ elevation. So is Hawk. So maybe it's good the crummy weather gives us an excuse to nope out of hiking.

asakiyume

I have a friend (she's on Dreamwidth! She'll recognize herself if she reads this) who in the past has done free volunteer tax help for people come tax season.

It's an amazing help not just because taxes can be a nightmare to figure out for yourself and paying someone else to do them can be pricy but also because the mere fact of another person helping you can be hugely encouraging. And this is true for other miserable bureaucratic tasks as well--anything related to healthcare or unemployment claims or disability, or applications for other social supports. Or other stuff! Contacting any large organization about anything, really.

I've been thinking about this because I and a friend have been doing a lot of this kind help for the Eritrean families I've mentioned, and it's clear to me that all of us could use this kind of help and support from time to time. I know I can! And when someone does help me, I'm so profoundly grateful, yes of course for the practical help, but also for the human kindness. (Side note: people who are supposed to help but who are dismissive, impatient, condescending, etc. do outsized harm; probably most of us have had that experience too.)

So if you have a friend who's facing a bureaucracy monster, and if you have an hour or two you could spend with them, maybe you could offer to be their squire as they take on the monster. (Not talking about tax consulting! My friend who offers tax help gets special training for that! But this other stuff doesn't require that.) And if you're the one facing a monster, maybe you have a friend or an acquaintance you wouldn't mind by your side in the fight? People can be flattered and honored if you ask them ...

med_cat

Watch on YouTube

"...Once there lived a king called Henry IV,
He was a fine king,
He loved wine very much,
But every now and then, he was sober..."

oursin

Happy birthday,

tree_and_leaf!

calimac

So I did, Sunday afternoon, attend an Independence Day celebration of a sort. The Terrible Adult Chamber Orchestra, that group of nonprofessional musicians who get together to practice purely for the fun of it, was holding one of its rare public concerts, in the grass-lined amphitheater bowl in the park at the Mountain View civic center.

B. plays violin in this orchestra, so I chauffeured her to the event - a lot easier than driving in by herself - and stayed to listen to the concert. The conductor, knowing I was coming, even labeled one of the ADA chairs with my name. I was grateful for the chair: sitting on the ground at the top of the bowl, as the rest of the audience did, would not be in my repertoire these days.

For a patriotic program, they played not the usual custom of American classical standards like Gershwin and Copland, but resurrected one of standard patriotic songs, most of them in very fine arrangement. We had the national anthem, the Battle Hymn of the Republic, America ("My country 'tis of thee"), and America the Beautiful. We had a couple of Sousa marches (Stars & Stripes Forever and the Liberty Bell, of course). We had a few popular songs of patriotic cut: George M. Cohan's Grand Old Flag, Irving Berlin's God Bless America (on seeing that title, I always wonder if America sneezed), and Woody Guthrie's This Land is Your Land.

Most of these were instrumental, though the national anthem and one other were sung by a 13-year-old female student with an impressively powerful voice but some rather irregular, TACO-like, ways of expressing it, plus a pop-singer-like way of circling around the final note in a phrase before landing on it. The orchestra needed a second try on one or two of the numbers, but handled most of it pretty well.

One catch with a volunteer orchestra is that you can't control what instruments you get. For this concert, there were no oboes. Fortunately, a clarinet in C can cover the oboe part and serve as - brace for it - a fauxbo.

sorcyress

Have I been updating here? No I have not! It's been a shockingly busy week for "ah yes, a lovely lazy week with a partner before going to camp for most of a month". Let's try and fill in some details:

Sunday was going to BIDA! My memory says we also did something before BIDA, but it might be incorrect? BIDA was in the afternoon, so maybe Sam and I just hung around the house having a nice restful time of things, and then went off to the contra dance! I saw SO many people there I liked, and also got to really enjoy that it was a not-too-crowded hall. (I did count at one point, and a not too crowded BIDA was, I believe, six hands four in each of three lines, so like. 72 dancers on the floor while I was sitting out to count them. My kingdom, etc etc.)

Monday we went to Gather Here, and I bought yarn for a Big Project that I am very excited (and a small anxious) about. Shhhh it's a secret (it's not a secret). Then grocery store on the way home, and straight off to the graveyard for a bit!

Pre-dance wandering at Mount Auburn Cemetary is something Alexander and I have been trying to institute as a new Cambridge Class tradition, at least while the weather is not totally rubbish. The very rough details are "we meet approximately at the gate at approximately 7, wander around looking at graves and bunnies, and then leave around 7:30 to walk to dance and only be a little late". When it's just me and Alexander, we hop the fence closest to the CanAm, when we've had other friends (hi Thrantar! hi Eel! hi SamSam!) we've bothered to go the proper way out the main gate, which does not close until 8.

The Cambridge Class party was quite lovely, although I am feeling a little guilty about failing the intergenerational game by accidentally only dancing with people younger than myself. I will have to watch out for that, and try and diversify my partners more in future weeks! We did have a lovely chunk in the middle where several of us were hanging out outside instead, which was Real Good.

After, Willow and Alexander gave me and Sam a lift home, and the four of us wound up hanging out at my place until a bit after midnight which was very charming. (I figured (correctly!) that these were all friends who would get along, and we had a tentative plan to play escape room games on Friday, so it was nice to get to meet each other properly beforehand.)

Tuesday, we hung out for the morning, and then trekked out in the godsawful heat down to the far end of the red line, to go get dinner with Thom (Sam's older brother) and Liz (my longtime amazing fiddler friend, also happens to be married to Thom). The heat + not enough proper meals + car ride from red line to Canton kinda hit me _real hard_ and I spent the first half hour or so at Thom and Liz's house being miserable and sipping water and trying to eat crackers. OH. GATORADE. THAT'S THE THING I SHOULD'VE PURCHASED WHILE OOT AND ABOOT TODAY AND GETTING READY FOR PINEWOODS STUFF DAMNIT.

Anyways, the _rest_ of the visit was very very good! They made delicious food, and we went for an excellent little ramble in the park close to their house (we saw the Amtrak go by over an extraordinarily picturesque little rail bridge!). Before we left, I got to hold Ruairidh, who I am very very in love with, and who is a much larger beautiful orange corn snake than he was in 2023, the last time I visited Liz and was able to hold him.

Wednesday was Sam and mine's dedicated day _just us no errands no distractions damnit_ and it was lovely to be shmoopy and silly and have a nice time. We read some to each other, and they showed me Company, which I had never seen. It was an excellent staging --the 2006(?9?) cast where orchestration was provided by the actors. For a musical where absolutely nothing happens, I _really_ liked it --I want to find some brain time sometime soon to poke at it more as someone a bit past 35 and contemplating marriage, and see what stirs.

Thursday was a trying to get things done day. I finalized my packing list, and did some good serious work to get my briefs ready for MCing at Scottish Pinewoods. Then Sam went off to hang out with Amanda, and I had Austin over for the evening. He and I watched a bit of Leverage, and went on a...well I was going to say long walk, but mostly it was just a long "sit on the park bench like five minutes from my house and have a good relationship chat" which was super valuable and affirming. Took him home and squished him thorough and that was a lovely end to the night.

Friday, I sent Austin off with a "good luck on the peal!" (shocking no one, they didn't get it because someone got overwhelmed by the heat partway through. Austin says the ferry ride down to the Hingham tower was lovely, and swimming in the bay excellent, so it sounds like it was a very good time!) and continued to try to gogogo getting things done!

In the afternoon, we paused our accomplishments and once again set out into the horrible heat, this time with the very noble intention of Obtaining An Ice Cream Sundae For Free. This was because Gracies was doing some sort of complicated partnership with the MLB to advertise the existence of baseball oslt. Alexander met us there --well, okay, Alexander met us at Make'n'Mend where I was _mostly_ good but did get some more knitting needles in new sizes I hadn't had before-- and we got delicious sundaes and ate them and then were cursed by the bus gods and walked the whole way home from Union, which would've been fine had it not been eighteen billion degrees.

Luckily, I own a shower and Many Towels, and so we rotated in and out of the bathroom and then hung out to play board games until it felt like dinnertime. SamSam made scallion pancakes, and Alexander made a tofu-veggie stirfry and Willow showed up in the middle of dinner and we all had a jolly rest of the evening. The escape room game turned out to be a bust (not sure what we were doing wrong exactly) but it was fun company, and we were able to play some other games together that were quite good.

Saturday was "get serious about packing" day, sped along by the state-by-state updates from mom as they drove up from Maryland. They arrived around five, I finished gathering items to pack around...midnight-thirty, I think? Packing this year is _hard_ but I have broken down and begged some friends to take things home for me after Scottish sessions, so hopefully I will (somehow) manage to bring everything home on the train after the crew days.

(My friends and community are so good and wonderful and I love them so much. I am a very lucky person to be loved as I am.)

And then today! Today I shoved everything into bags (

_@), finishing just about in time for mom's "hey let's have plenty of time to go to the pharmacy before it closes" alarm to go off. Mom and Sam and I walked off to Davis Square, which was...okay, it's not hot anymore, but I would like the air to not be soup? Anyways, we got meds and crepes and fancy lemon soda from HMart (it's not discontinued! just moved! Sam found the new spot for me! Yay!!!!!!) and then went home and I spent three hours working on the Jobs Coordination for Scottish sessions. I had estimated 4-6 hours of work, I'm at about five total and I _might_ make it?

Anyways, that brings us pretty much to now, modulo dinner and a brain break and stuff. I spent a nice bit of the evening looking through the Pinewoods NGI letters page, which was a charming part of the scholarship for a while. It was real neat to see different people's "how I spent my summer vacation" letters!

Tomorrow we pack the car and then get in the car and then DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE to Pinewooooodssss! I am very excited! I will get to see Tuesday! I will get to dance! I will teach things! Aaaah! It's gonna be g-o-o-d good!

<3
~Sor
MOOP!

conuly

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canyonwalker

Mammoth Lakes Travelog #1
Manteca, CA · Sun, 5 Jul 2026. 11am.

"You had me at Lard." Who ever thought they'd say that? Well, we're stopped in the town of Lard. Except you won't find it as "Lard" on a map. Officially it's the town of Manteca, California. But manteca is Spanish for rendered pig fat. Aka, lard.

We got a slightly later leave on things this morning that I wanted. I wanted to leave at 9:15; we actually left at 9:35. Not a huge amount of difference. And it's not like we left late because we were lazy or unprepared or anything. I mean, I felt lazy when I sat in a chair and vegged after breakfast this morning. But I needed to sit for a bit because I was experiencing... let's say, gastric pain. Yes, a side effect of a medicine I'm on.

Originally I figured we'd stop for lunch in the town of Oakdale. It's a halfway point for traveling to Yosemite, where I'm hoping we'll squeeze in a hike this afternoon before driving the rest of the way to Mammoth Lakes later in the day. Yes, the fastest route to Mammoth Lakes takes us straight through Yosemite National Park, the crown jewel of the US National Park Service! But nope, we decided instead to stop in ~~Lard~~ Manteca, which is about 20 miles closer to home.

Why Manteca? It's because they have a Del Taco here! (Thus it wasn't actually lard that made us stop, it was a favorite brand of eatery in Lard. 🤣) Yes, we love Del Taco. It's a fast food chain that serves burgers and Mexican food, in combos together like a couple of tacos and a side of crinkle fries. The food quality is waaaay better than Taco Bell. It's one of our guilty pleasures, and because there are none in the Bay Area we only get to visit them when we're headed out of town. And yes, we've eaten at the site of the original Del Taco restaurant... and unlike the carpet-bagging centi-millionaire Fox News personality who bought his way into winning a primary race for California governor last month despite embarrassing himself with a photo op at the site, we know what a f-cking street taco is!

And right now I'm enjoying my gorditas in Lard.

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