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The fare is $3. If you commute, you take the bus or train twice a day, five days a week. Every week you spend $30*. You'd have to be caught and ticketed more often than once every five weeks in order to make this math not work out in your favor. And that is never going to happen, because there aren't nearly enough enforcement agents. As it is, the ones we have cost more than they make back. It's all a racket, but you'll notice the buses still aren't free because Albany is still in control of the MTA.

* I'm making a few assumptions here, first, that you're not sharing the same card among several family members with staggered schedules; once you spend $35 in a week on the same card, subsequent trips are free. Also, this is the full fare for most buses and trains, but not for the express bus.
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Fic one: Protagonist very recently, like, last week, left home to live with a friend. Protagonist wonders how his newly estranged family found him, then reflects that "the internet still exists". Technically a true statement in 1994, however, it's perhaps a bit more likely that they just used the phone book.

Fic two: Protagonist is touristing in NYC, casually stops in a bodega, buys a flip phone so he can text people. Not in 1992 he didn't - texting via phones was only just invented that year and phones were bricks!

You gotta laugh. Kindly and gently, but still - you gotta laugh!

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May. 12th, 2026 10:26 pm
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I was introduced to this piece - specifically Jupiter, Bringer of Jollity - via Wolf 359, the Christmas episode, aka the one where things go from "comedically dark" to "shit just got real".

Arms around the stereo.

May. 10th, 2026 09:09 pm
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It's fairly amusing to get scam calls to hang up on me - I'll ask for a website or an email, and they cut their losses then and there.

"Do you have a website?"

"No."

"Why?"

It was one of the brighter points of the day. There was a decided lack of stimulation, and it's making the evening drag on somewhat. I'm hoping a light weights routine will help some, once I decide what movie to do it to.

Black Cherries by W. S. Merwin

May. 11th, 2026 02:17 pm
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Late in May as the light lengthens
toward summer the young goldfinches
flutter down through the day for the first time
to find themselves among fallen petals
cradling their day's colors in the day's shadows
of the garden beside the old house
after a cold spring with no rain
not a sound comes from the empty village
as I stand eating the black cherries
from the loaded branches above me
saying to myself Remember this


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Have a happy day today!

May. 10th, 2026 08:53 am
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And, you know, feel however you feel about your mother!

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Digital packrat.

May. 9th, 2026 08:24 pm
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In trying to free up apartment space, I need to de-accession some materials. In de-accessioning some materials, I need to free up hard drive space. In needing to free up hard drive space, I'm taking a long, hard look at what I've collected over the last couple of decades. Some of these files date back to freshman year of college. Few of them are shows I'm at all interested in rewatching. There's a half-season of something here, the last season of something else there, the season where I downloaded everything and then wandered away from the fandom halfway through watching them, episodes I later ripped from DVDs and Blurays. It's a weird form of digital nostalgia. There's no needing these. There's liking the record of having them, and there's no needing it.

Certainly for some of the newer ones where there's no boggling over downloading it that long ago, there's an ease in getting rid of them. Admitting I'm not going to watch that, giving up on the sense of obligation, reminding myself if I really want to watch it then I'll find some way to do it and if I really wanted I'd have likely done it by now. Sure, there's stuff like Rome where I downloaded the first season in 2007 and only got around to watching it a few weeks ago, but those I'd ripped so I knew I'd have everything, plus subtitles. By now, I'm not watching those old files because the quality's so low compared to what I can get now. I can find my way to the full seasons of Psych and 30 Rock if I'm so compelled, on one format or another, on box sets or a streaming service.

The technology of streaming remains largely positive to me. It's the vertical integration of the distribution methods and fragmenting of the market that's the true downfall of the whole affair. Ages ago, I saw it suggested that a Steam-like service for shows and movies would solve a lot of problems, and as there's less money in that than the alternative, it's going to take an act of God to get it going. Until then, I'm having to say I need to take comfort and relief in knowing I don't have to commit to hauling these around anymore.

Amusingly, checking the local library for DVDs of Life on Mars and Ashes to Ashes gets me a David Bowie concert movie. I can't say it's wrong. Not what I'm looking for, and also not wrong.

Tigers by Eliza Griswold

May. 9th, 2026 02:00 pm
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What are we now but voices
who promise each other
a life neither one can deliver
not for lack of wanting
but wanting can’t make it so.
We hang from a vine
at the cliff’s edge.
There are tigers above
and below. Let us love
one another and let go.


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Seen on the SIR

This poem references the well-known zen koan.

Sigh

May. 7th, 2026 11:31 am
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My shampoo is no longer being produced and I need more shampoo.

It needs to be perfume light, and ideally I should be able to get shampoo, conditioner, and body wash that don't clash with each other. I generally find that products marketed as natural are more likely to have scents that aren't overwhelming and don't make my eyes itch, give me a sore throat, or trigger a headache - but there's no guarantee there.

And, of course, it needs to get my hair clean, ideally without drying it out.

Help?

For the first time in over a year

May. 6th, 2026 12:09 am
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We owe nothing on this gas bill, no outstanding debt.

Summer's arrival.

May. 8th, 2026 09:09 pm
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Not quite fully ripe, a little firm, and they're still the first strawberries of the season. I haven't kept track of their arrival year to year, but I'm sure someone has, so rather than try to track that, I'm going to take a moment to enjoy them without much further thought. That can come after I've eaten them.

I didn't even think about getting enough to turn them into a cake for my older brother J.'s requested birthday cake. I just grabbed two boxes to eat straight. One went to the Friday night family dinner and one's just for me, with the tops infusing into tap water for aggressively pleasant hydration later this week.

Projects.

May. 7th, 2026 10:48 pm
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In preparation for Disclosure Day next month, I'm going through all of Steven Spielberg's movies I haven't yet seen. I know there's some good ones in there, so I started on the ones I've largely been avoiding because I know they're not his better outings. Let me say I don't think it's at all possible he's got something worse than Ready Player One. It might be better than the book, and there's only so far you can polish a turd. Though I'll give it credit for highlighting the difference mindsets of curatorial and transformative fandom in a way that's impossible to argue with.

Adjusting to the new schedule's going well enough. As with many jobs, getting a good night's sleep beforehand is key to a good day. I'm hoping to be done by July, which is why I told my client it might take me until August.
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Last night I watched The Miseduation of Cameron Post, a film about an 11th grader whose aunt sends her away to a Christian conversion camp after she gets caught hooking up with a female friend. The film is set in 1993.

It’s a heartfelt film about Cameron’s resistance to being changed and her developing identity (Asked early on at camp when she started to think of herself as a homosexual, Cameron asserts “I don’t think of myself as a homosexual. I don’t think of myself as anything, really.”), but it doesn’t differ meaningfully from other conversion camp films I’ve seen. Boy Erased made me cry and this one didn’t, if that’s worth anything.

The film swings between the current moment, and flashbacks to Cameron’s relationship with Coley, the friend with whom she was caught, in ways that both show us the line of Cameron’s thoughts and also become somewhat confusing. It was unclear to me for much of the film what actually happened that resulted in Cameron getting caught. Both that experience and the letter Coley sends Cameron later make it seem like that was their first hook-up, but the flashback sections suggest they had been together several times before, which makes it unclear of those are actual memories or just Cameron’s fantasies of what could have happened (further complicated by a couple of actual dream sequences). It was not helped by the actors frequently dropping into whispers and mumbling; I missed entire exchanges because I couldn’t hear.

Either of Cameron’s two buddies at camp—Jane, a Black girl who grew up on a free love commune but whose mother recently married a conservative man whose decision it was to send Jane away (and who has been at this camp for over a year); or Adam, a Lakota two-spirit whose father recently got into politics, converted to Christianity, and demanded his child follow suit—would have made for more interesting protagonists. Cameron comes off pretty nondescript, which is exacerbated by how internalized she is, rarely speaking or expressing herself. It’s not until the end of the film where she really starts saying anything.

One thing The Miseducation of Cameron Post does do differently is that the staff at the camp lack the total, violent conviction of other conversion camp narratives I’ve seen. Some staff have that attitude, but others visibly doubt if they’re doing the right thing, particularly after some exchanges with the campers (and I maintain there’s a scene at the end where one staff member chooses to be passive in a way that helps Cameron and her pals, when he could have done otherwise). This adds an interesting tension, where it’s not just the campers asking themselves if what’s going on here is right or wrong.

The ending is pretty open in a way that’s not totally satisfying (one of those “Okay…but what now?” kind of endings) but it is a sweet final moment and it’s so easy to root for Cam and her friends, even though we just got a reminder of how little the rest of society cares about what’s happening to the kids in these camps.

This film is based off the book of the same name by Emily M. Danforth, which I haven’t read. Turns out it’s a bit of a chunker, at 500 pages, and reviews say Cameron doesn’t go to camp until halfway through, with the first 250 pages just backstory on her relationship with Coley. The film cuts out almost all of this to focus on the conversation camp narrative, which I think is the right choice, because it’s where the real story is.

On the whole, I enjoyed it, but it doesn’t stand out to me in any way.


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