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seekingferret ([personal profile] seekingferret) wrote2025-12-16 10:32 am
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Oy to the World

I did not have high expectations for this year's Hallmark Hannukah movie and this about lived up to my expectations.

When Jake, Rabbi's son, and Nikki, Reverend's daughter, were teenagers, they were inseparable best friends, until high school academics made them rivals and brought out a dysregulated competitive streak in both that ruptured the friendship.

As grownups, they both seem to live stunted lives. Nicki appears to have zero adult friends and works at her father's small church as children's choir director. Jake has spent 20 years playing tiny NYC rock clubs and chasing a label signing (in 2025!) and refusing to visit his henpecking mother.

When the temple has a fire the week before Hannukah, the church invites their Jewish neighbors to make use of the church space to celebrate Hanukkah. This soon bizarrely evolves into a joint Chrismukkah with combined sermon ("Both Hanukkah and Christmas are about love," natch) and combined choir concert, as Jake and Nikki are guilted and manipulated into co-choir directing by their pandering parents.

The Chrismukkah merger is eerily frictionless. The movie is not at all interested in interrogating the reasons why Hanukkah and Christmas are distinct observances or exploring how Jewish people and Christian people are different and approach the world differently. Religion is represented as a sort of universal fiber, with the different versions no different than a comic book with variant covers.

This lack of friction extends to the film's romantic chemistry. Jake Epstein and Brooke D'Orsay are charming actors and it's clear that their characters like each other, but because all their seeming differences resolve so simply, we don't see their relationship really deepen. Everyone in both families is on board with intermarriage, nobody discusses what religion future children will be raised in, everything is just easy. At worst, Nikki is briefly confronted at dinner eith the fact that if she marries Jake, her mother in law will be the worst version of a stereotypical Jewish mother in law, but this is quickly papered over. Even the inevitable, overforeshadowed moment where Jake has to miss the concert to go back to New York and meet with a label is resolved without any argument, and doesn't actually force Jake to compromise. Surprise! Turns out he can make it to the concert after all, without missing his meeting.

Hallmark really fooled us with Round and Round. The past two years have been a reversion to the nonsense we used to get in Hallmark Hanukkah movies. I will continue to watch them, of course, but I am back to watching them with gritted teeth.
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Larry Hammer ([personal profile] larryhammer) wrote2025-12-16 07:51 am

“i just found this smile to think about you / you’re a saturday night far from the madding crowd”

A link for you, and a link for you, and, yes, a link for you, too. All three are for the anonymous gifter of a paid account -- thank you, whoever you are:

Drone videos of black sand beaches in Iceland.

There I Ruined It presents Santa Claus Is Coming to Town as sung by Radiohead, to the tune of “Creep.” (via)

A contemporary (1813) review of Pride and Prejudice. That Mr Collins was considered a recognizable type and not a caricature is interesting. (via lost)

---L.

Subject quote from On Grafton Street, Nanci Griffith.
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antisoppist ([personal profile] antisoppist) wrote2025-12-16 02:39 pm
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Advent calendar 16

Rose made Phebe promise that she would bring her stocking into the 'Bower' as she called her pretty room, on Christmas morning, because that first delicious rummage loses half its charm if two little night-caps at least do not meet over the treasures, and two happy voices Oh and Ah together.

So when Rose opened her eyes that day they fell upon faithful Phebe, rolled up in a shawl, sitting on the rug before a blazing fire, with her untouched stocking laid beside her.

"Merry Christmas!" cried the little mistress, smiling gayly.

"Merry Christmas!" answered the little maid, so heartily that it did one good to hear her.
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osprey_archer ([personal profile] osprey_archer) wrote2025-12-16 08:58 am

Archive News

My archive book list was running low, so I decided to spend some time poking around the archive catalogs again to see what else I might find. And to my shock, I discovered a book I somehow completely missed on my first go round: a hitherto unsuspected book by Edward Eager!

“Edward Eager wrote more books?” I gasped, for I’d always thought the famous seven were the only seven.

Yes, quoth Wikipedia, Edward Eager wrote three books beyond the famous seven. The other two I’ll get to in good time, but the one in the archive was Mouse Manor, which just so happens to be set at Christmas (although not a Christmas Book), so of course I had to read it right away.

Mouse Manor is a slim children’s novel about Miss Myrtilla Mouse, the sole inhabitant of Mouse Manor, who on Christmas Day decides impetuously to go up to London. (Mrs. Felina Thompson mentioned that she was on her way to London to look at the queen, you see, and Miss Myrtilla found herself saying she was on her way to London too.)

And so away she went! She hid in a hamper on the train, hitched a ride in Charles Dickens’ coat pocket, and met a dashing mouse in a checked suit who took her into the palace kitchens to try to nab a bit of sauce for the plum pudding that Miss Myrtilla had fortuitously brought… only the cooks caught sight of the two mice, and the dashing mouse distracted the cooks so Miss Myrtilla could flee, only to find herself in the throne room where the cats were taking their yearly Look at the Queen!

Just charming. I loved the illustrations by Beryl Bailey-Jones, too, especially Miss Myrtilla’s delicious candy-cane striped Christmas skirt, which swirls about her as she bustles about planning her trip to London. A cute quick read for any Edward Eager fan.
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james_davis_nicoll ([personal profile] james_davis_nicoll) wrote2025-12-16 08:51 am

Hard Landing by Algis Budrys



Starmen marooned in barbaric America!

Hard Landing by Algis Budrys
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badly_knitted ([personal profile] badly_knitted) wrote in [community profile] fan_flashworks2025-12-16 01:38 pm

Torchwood: Fanfic: Devastating Discovery


Title: Devastating Discovery
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: [personal profile] badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Meriel, Jack, Nosy.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 787
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Meriel is having a bit of a meltdown
Content Notes: None needed.
Written For: Challenge 500: Flood.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.



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conuly ([personal profile] conuly) wrote in [community profile] agonyaunt2025-12-16 06:12 am

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Dear Prudence,

My sister and I are identical twins, but we grew up terrorizing each other. I was the girly girl, while she was on her way to a PhD in preschool. I had a learning disorder, and my sister would constantly correct people and say she wasn’t the ”stupid” one—I was.

My sister started the college track in ninth grade while I went to a middling school. Our parents did their best to treat us equally and celebrate our accomplishments, but you really can’t compare taking a beauty school test to getting a master’s at 21. I will admit I gave as good as I could get. If my sister were the smart one, I was the pretty one, which was stupid, as we were identical twins. I want to say we settled down and grew up to be close, but that would be a lie.

When I got married and was obsessed with all the details, our cousin jokingly called me a bridezilla, and my sister cut her off. She told her this was my big day, and it wasn’t like I accomplished anything else worth noting. This wasn’t the first or last time my sister said stuff like this. I have been married for 15 years and have two beautiful children. We used IVF and have a few embryos still left frozen.

My husband and I were debating whether to have a third child when my sister bulldozed in. She was ready to be a mom, had everything planned out, saved, and sorted, except her eggs weren’t viable. So the completely obvious solution was to give her our embryos!

We refused, and my sister threw a fit. I was apparently stealing her only chance to be a mother, and worse, my parents are on her side. They think that giving her the embryos costs us “nothing,” and we already have children, so I was denying my sister out of pure spite. I don’t know how I would feel if my sister bothered to ask rather than make a demand, but it was a demand and one that isn’t happening. My problem is that I am very afraid it might permanently poison my relationship with my parents. We were supposed to travel to their place for Christmas, but after all this, I am afraid to. Help!

—Twin Trouble


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conuly ([personal profile] conuly) wrote in [community profile] agonyaunt2025-12-16 06:02 am

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Dear Care and Feeding,

When she was 8, we adopted “Alina.” She was the daughter of a close friend, and lost both her parents in an extra painful way. Understandably, she was in a lot of pain the first few years and needed extra parental support. But she worked hard in therapy, and we supported her, and at 15, she’s doing well. The problem is more with our other kids, her siblings. They love each other, but they are all convinced she needs extra care and protection all the time, when actually she’s ready to grow. She’s been pushing back at it, but I think it’s time for us to step in as parents. She says she needs room to mess up and have her own social life, and I think that’s fair.

A classmate asks Alina to the fall dance, and she accepts? Her 14-year-old brother steps in and tells him it will be a double date with him and his girlfriend. Alina dies of embarrassment. Our teens are going to swim at the public pool? Without Alina, they just go together. With Alina, her 16-year-old sister announces they must have an adult. This type of stuff seems to have ramped up since she started high school, and I don’t know how to dial it down. I’m glad her siblings love and support her, but they shouldn’t be taking on this extra role, and she’s also asked them to stop so she can learn on her own. We absolutely do not want to set up a weird dynamic between our kids, but it feels like it’s already started. I love that they look out for each other, but it needs to be appropriate. My husband and I had multiple conversations with the kids about this, but it only stops them from doing concrete examples we mention, not the overall behavior.

—Give Her Space


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themis1 ([personal profile] themis1) wrote in [community profile] girlmeetstrouble2025-12-16 10:59 am

The Spy Who Loved Me - chapters 4 and 5

More of Viv's backstory!

Chapter 4: Read more... )

Comment: A chapter of backstory.

Chapter 5: Read more... )

Comment: Gosh, Viv does find some bastards!
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lucy_roman ([personal profile] lucy_roman) wrote in [community profile] fan_flashworks2025-12-16 10:24 am

due South: Fanfiction: Finding Hope

Title:Finding Hope
Author:[personal profile] lucy_roman
Rating:Mature
Summary:Ray finds something to help lift his depression
Pairing:Fraser/RayK
Word Count:250

Finding Hope )
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C.E. Murphy ([personal profile] mizkit) wrote2025-12-16 10:24 am
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Fic: How Sussie Got His Hat

I was trying to get up to 50K written in 2 weeks (for reasons, and I succeeded), but I didn't have enough brain to write my book, so I asked for fic prompts and someone suggested a Kpop Demon Hunters prompt of "How Sussie ended up with Derpy's hat" and I thought, I can do that!

In an ideal world, you would go read this over at my Patreon and become a member there if you're not already, but nobody's going to strike you down for reading it here. :)

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The Gauche in the Machine ([personal profile] china_shop) wrote in [community profile] sid_guardian2025-12-16 10:42 pm

Some recent Guardian fanworks

All Guardian drama, no archive warnings apply. :-)

Title: The Mouse and the Dragon (1559 words) [General Audiences]
Characters: Guo Changcheng, Zhao Yunlan, Shen Wei
Additional Tags: Background pre-relationship Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan, Missing Scene, Episode 4, Guo Changcheng interrogates Shen Wei, zhao yunlan pov, Community: fan_flashworks, Prompt: Fish
Series: Part 1 of The rest of the SID team interrogate Shen Wei (episode 4)
Summary:

Zhao Yunlan watched Shen Wei closely. Could his unflappable demeanour survive Xiao-Guo’s naïve bluntness?


Title: Analysis and Verification (838 words) [General Audiences]
Characters: Lin Jing, Shen Wei, Wang Zheng
Additional Tags: Background pre-relationship Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan, Missing Scene, Episode 4, Lin Jing "interrogates" Shen Wei, Wang Zheng too
Series: Part 3 of The rest of the SID team interrogate Shen Wei (episode 4)
Summary:

Lin Jing stuffed his dark-energy detector into his pocket and arranged his sweatshirt to cover it as he headed next door. When he passed the boss in the hallway, they exchanged nods, and then Lin Jing was leaning into the interview room. “Professor Shen, I’ll see you out.”


Title: not close enough (300 words) [General Audiences]
Relationships: Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan
Additional Tags: Flirting, Timeloop feels, Episode Related, Episode 6, Yearning, Triple Drabble
Summary:

Zhao Yunlan is across from him, slouching forward with sleeves pushed up, making inroads into Shen Wei’s space.


Title: Sartorial Evidence (550 words) [General Audiences]
Relationships: Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan
Characters: Shen Wei, Shen Wei's clothes
Additional Tags: Episode Related, Episode 4, Dixing Powers, Clothing, Shen Wei POV, UST, Zhao Yunlan touches Shen Wei A LOT, Community: fan_flashworks, Prompt: First Aid
Summary:

The morning after he’s found at a crime scene and taken to the SID to be interviewed, Shen Wei opens his armoire and—stops.


Title: Crudité (4183 words) [Mature]
Relationships: Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan
Additional Tags: Episode 22, Post-Blindness Arc, Missing Scene, Porn Without Plot, First Time, vegetable sex, Oral Fixation, Non-Penetrative Sex, Unorthodox Seduction Techniques
Summary:

As the clatter of food preparation starts up in the kitchen, Zhao Yunlan folds his arms behind his head. Just how unambiguous does he need to be to override Shen Wei’s reservations? What will it take to get them what he knows they both want? If he’s as weird and over-the-top as his apartment, will that turn Shen Wei on or turn him off?


Title: Hard at work [General Audiences]
Relationships: Da Qing & Zhao Yunlan
Additional Tags: Beginner Art, This is how Zhao Yunlan runs the SID, Ably assisted by his deputy, Episode 2, Fanart, Community: fan_flashworks, Prompt: Boss
Summary: Coloured pencil & ink sketch of Zhao Yunlan lying on the SID couch with cat Da Qing on the table next to him.


Title: The Gondolier of Dixing [General Audiences]
Characters: Chu Shuzhi
Notes: Beginner art (colour pencil, ink, a little digital messing about).
Summary: What if Dixing were flooded and became a city of canals?
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recognito ([personal profile] recognito) wrote2025-12-16 03:14 am
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Is 2025 dead yet. no?

Last book blog of the year! I recently read the first big story Janet Malcolm did for the New Yorker and… you know what, it rocks, lmao. Really reassuring that she published Psychoanalysis at the age of 47… never kill yourself, etc. I'm in the middle of The Sadeian Woman by Angela Carter and The Purloined Clinic by Malcolm, both which I feel strongly positive on and will write up in more detail next time. Also in the middle of Laing's The Garden Against Time, which I feel generally positively on and lol one million novels I most likely am never going to finish.

Some quick notes on two recently read books, and then some reflection on the rest of the year:

 

The Bridegroom was a Dog, Tawada )

 

 

Night's Master, Lee )

 

I had a good time reading this year on a whole, in part because I dedicated myself to two or three authors (44 completed titles, 31 unique authors) and every time I hated a book, I fled back to Janet Malcolm or Tanith Lee until I stopped being mad… I was about to reflexively start writing a whole morose thing about how my attention span has been blighted by the problem of "I love dicking around the computer and playing video games" (how about Hades 2 and Silksong, eh?) but I guess I don't care that much. I'm still growing as a writer and reader, I like writing my little book blog, and that's enough to keep me pretty happy about how things are going in my chosen dumb, meaningful, and penniless occupation. Viva la 3:00am book blogging, and see you all in 2026. 

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nnozomi ([personal profile] nnozomi) wrote2025-12-16 05:24 pm

life on a crocodile isle

Good wishes and hugs as wanted to people on my f-list (and others too!) who are having a hard time right now; a lot of people seem to be sick and stressed, even aside from the usual global issues.

More adventures with Kuro-chan the cat, no photo this time: I went past the park gates one evening to find Kuro-chan curled up on the wall outside, so naturally I stopped to say hello. Me: aw, your fur is so cold, 小冷猫猫, let me pick you up-- Kuro-chan: [hiss, growl, snap] Me: okay okay, I get it! Kuro-chan: [looks around, stretches, jumps off the wall to suri-suri around my ankles] Mrrowr? Me: …okay, if you say so? Kuro-chan [contentedly settles into my arms to relax langorously throughout the very short trip across the street to their putative actual home, while being stroked and crooned at in whatever language came into my head]. Cats.

I was thinking about what my family always called “household words” meaning phrases either from books/movies/etc. or heard in real life which we started using on a regular basis. Five cents, please (courtesy of Lucy van Pelt the psychiatrist, also allowing me to link my favorite Peanuts strip of all time here); long time no interface, I have no idea where this one came from or if anyone else says it, but I use it with online friends often; that’s life on a crocodile isle (from T.S. Eliot, sometimes used in full with “You see this egg? You see this egg?” too, I say it to myself when frying eggs); Study now, dance later. Plato AD 61, a graffito my mom saw once, which we use as shorthand for “get down to it”; after the opera—my dad ran a semi-professional opera company in his spare time, and was always exceptionally busy with rehearsals in the last few weeks before a performance, so that any normal household duties would be postponed until “after the opera,” a time sooner but not much more definite than the twelfth of never. What do you guys have of this kind?

I posted my Yuletide fic, considerably later than I’d planned but well before the deadline; it could still use (and will hopefully get) a brisk edit, but I think it hangs together. Big relief! Knock wood I will manage to write a couple of short treats before the 25th, we’ll see.

Jiang Dunhao song of the post: a couple of new ones from a music program, 好盆与 and 小孩与我, not all that exciting musically but fun to watch and listen to, the former in particular has a couple of really lovely vocal moments.

It’s the season when vending machines in Japan offer hot drinks of all kinds; many varieties of coffee and tea, to begin with. I’m not much of a coffee drinker except when very sleep-deprived, so I favor 焙じ茶 or roasted green tea (I also like to make it from teabags at home and soak dried fruit in it as a late-night snack). Corn tea is also much rarer but delicious (I was wondering if cornsilk tea, known in both Korean and Japanese as “corn beard tea,” is correspondingly 玉米胡茬茶 in Chinese…). I love hot chocolate, but vending machine cocoa is usually repulsive, basically hot brown water full of sugar and chemicals. Other standards include corn soup (with corn kernels in), お汁粉 hot sweet red-bean porridge, and Hot Lemon (just what it sounds like, hot flat lemon soda with honey, stickily sweet but very satisfying on a cold day). The less standard offerings are getting weirder and weirder every year, this year I took some notes: miso soup with clams, yukkejang soup with rice, sundubu soup with tofu, extra-fancy corn soup scented with truffles (at an extra-fancy price), Starbucks caramel macchiatos, and “milkshakes,” which as far as I can tell are hot sweet slightly thickened milk with caramel?

The download problem never ends! cobalt.tools was so great and now it’s not; it doesn’t do YouTube any more, which is YouTube’s fault, of course (and I’m still not sure of a decent YouTube downloader, none of them seem actually safe?) and now cobalt.tools won’t recognize bilibili URLs any more either, although it says it should work. And you can’t ask for support help with error messages without signing up to a github account, and… (Yes, it’s a free service! I would be happy to pay them some money and get some support in the normal way!) oh dear.

Rereading Melissa Scott’s Dreaming Metal, the second volume of her Dreamships SF duology (the eponymous first volume is also very good). I really love these, they are far and away my favorites of anything Melissa Scott has written. They are about, among other things, AI but not in the way we think of AI right now (although the first volume bears a little more resemblance). The worldbuilding is wonderful—everything is in there, technology and language and clothes and entertainment and politics and ethnic groups and class issues and public transit and food and jobs and religion and family structures and God knows what else, but it’s not infodumpy, you just get to live in the world for three hundred pages or so and see it all there. Spoilery thoughts on the central conceit of the book: where it’s also amazing is the ideas about what kind of music an AI musician might want to make, how it would be derived and what it would sound like, and the way human musicians might react to it and work with it—in a way that’s both plausible and sounds like something exciting that I actually want to hear.

Reading another book of essays by a Taiwan-born writer who lives in Japan and writes in Japanese; unlike Li Kotomi|李琴峰, who grew up in Taiwan, taught herself Japanese, and came to Japan as an adult, 温又柔 came to Japan with her parents at age three and has lived here ever since (she’s Wen Yourou in the Chinese reading and On Yuju in Japanese; her romanized name on the copyright page splits the difference and uses “Wen Yuju.” I’ll settle for the latter for convenience. She also comments on how much her real name sounds like a pen name). I’ve only read one of her novels, 祝宴, which is about a middle-aged Taiwanese businessman, resident in Japan for many years, and his family—he’s 外省人 and his wife is 本省人, their younger daughter is marrying a Japanese man and their older daughter has a girlfriend. Very little actually happens but it was affecting and hopeful without veering into melodrama or Japan Sentimental. I found a lot to resonate with in her essays (reminded also that for me, with no original connections to Japan or Taiwan or anywhere else in Asia at all, studying/writing in Japanese or Chinese can be a much less fraught matter for good or ill). Like me Wen Yuju was fascinated by Lee Yangji’s short story Yuhee—she’s the editor of a Lee Yangji collection, which she says drew her some criticism from Korean-Japanese readers who argued that a Taiwanese-Japanese woman shouldn’t be doing it, another complex issue.
In some ways she covers a lot of familiar ground—growing up as a first- or 1.5-generation immigrant, more comfortable with the new country’s language than her parents’, sometimes accepted and sometimes dealing with microaggressions and blank majority ignorance, struggling with identity and complicated relationships with her parents’ country and family, and so on. It occurs to me that though there are so many anglophone novels, both YA and adult, now that go into this—just from a quick look through my shelves right now, Elizabeth Acevedo, Bernadine Evaristo, Tanuja Desai Hidier, Jean Little, Melina Marchetta, Naomi Shihab Nye, Chaim Potok, Nina Mingya Powles, Isabel Quintero, Joyce Lee Wong, Lois Ann Yamanaka, and that’s just a tiny sample—and still so, so few in Japanese, so that Wen Yuju and just a few others are reinventing the wheel because they have to. It’s not like the “monoethnic Japan” myth was ever true, I wonder when this will change.

Photos: Seasonal leaves, flowers, and skies; Koron-chan, who doesn’t seem to feel the cold and maybe I wouldn’t either if I were that nicely rounded; a bakery with an interesting tagline; kumquat jam made by Y from the produce of his father’s kumquat bush, which was as delicious as it was beautiful, although the photo isn’t very good. I’ll take a better one next time.




Be safe and well.
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Silver Adept ([personal profile] silveradept) wrote2025-12-15 11:46 pm

December Days 02025 #15: Chalk Mark

It's December Days time again. This year, I have decided that I'm going to talk about skills and applications thereof, if for no other reason than because I am prone to both the fixed mindset and the downplaying of any skills that I might have obtained as not "real" skills because they do not fit some form of ideal.

15: Chalk Mark

Comments to earlier entries in the series, and many of the other times that I talk about my (lack of) technical skills or l33t coding ability, and with regard to cooking by recipe, as well, have pushed back on the still persistent conception I have that recipe following is not doing the thing, and that there is no great skill in executing someone else's code to create something that works (or something delicious.)

Thank you for doing so. I know it is a weasel-thought, and yet I have trouble keeping it away from myself. I cannot see what it looks like from the outside, only from the inside. I know all the things that I have at my disposal, and I have used them enough that they no longer appear to be special to me.

A regular part of my job is troubleshooting. Most of it is what I would consider the simple stuff, where I have seen the error message sufficient numbers of times to know what the likely process should be to fix the problem, or it's clear that someone has gone astray from the established process and needs to be guided back to the way that will work, or to be taught the thing that they actually want, instead of the thing they said they wanted, when it becomes clear the thing they said they wanted was not actually what they wanted. As I have said before, a large amount of the training I have as an information professional is not extensive knowledge of the specifics of any one implementation, but a good dose of the general concepts behind them, and a confidence that when encountering a specific situation, that general knowledge will be enough to get to a specific solution. Or at least enough key phrases to toss into a search engine and read a good candidate page for the specifics of how to get something done. It makes me seem like I know much more about what I'm doing than I actually do. And knowing that there's the undo command available in most places means experimentation is much more possible than if it were not. I still sometimes have to work through people's anxiety or anger about the machine and what it will do to their material, but for the most part, I can get people to click and/or type in the places I would like them to so they get the desired result that we're both looking for.

If I can't actually succeed at getting something to work, I try to send along as detailed of bug reports as I can when there are inevitably tickets filed for things that are out of my control or I need to call in the people with the specialized skill set and knowledge base to fix things. (Learning how to file a good ticket is something I wish they taught everyone who works in libraries, and plenty of other places, too. It makes everyone's job easier when they have a handle of what the issue is, or when there's information in error messages being conveyed to help zero in on the problem.)

However, because I can manage to obtain and wield knowledge at an quick rate for helping people, I've also developed a little bit of a reputation for being good with machines, or manifesting beneficial supernatural auras around them, or being able to work through what the problem is that we're facing and find a solution to it. So I sometimes get or find on my own some of the more esoteric issues that show up. And sometimes I get to laugh my ass off when the solution presents itself. Observe:

The problem: Someone couldn't get to Google after signing in to the library's computer. That's not usually a thing, because, well, Google. So I observe the attempt and get to read the error message.

The error message: "Tunnel connection failed."

Hrm. While I'm not an expert in networking, running a quick search on that error message has the results come back and suggest there's something gone wrong with a proxy of some sort. Let's see if we can figure out what's going on here.

  • First check: we're not having a widespread network outage. Other computers are still going fine, so that's not the case.

  • Second check: Yep, all the cabling is plugged in at both ends, so that's not it.

  • Third check: Do websites other than Google load? Yes, they do, so the problem is not that all connections are being denied by whatever the proxy error is, just the one to Google. (Or to Google and some unknown number of other websites.)

  • Fourth check: Is it just this machine that's having trouble getting to Google?

    I grab the next public computer over, and check the following:
    • Can I get to Google if I use the secret superuser login? Yes.

    • Can I get to Google using my own library card and selecting the "unfiltered" Internet access option? Yes.

    • Can I get to Google using my own library card and selecting the "filtered" Internet access option?

      Nope! And the error message that I get back matches the error message I first saw when I started investigating.


We have a winner! Now I have an idea of what happened, and what the proxy server was that caused the problem.

So I ask what setting the user chose when logging in. The user confirms to me that they chose the "filtered" option when logging in. So I had to explain that to get to Google at this particular moment in time, they'd have to log out and choose the other option from whatever they chose this time around. The user might have been embarrassed about this happening to them. I wonder if they thought that engaging the filters would make them less likely to receive advertisements or spam or other kinds of things like that, and especially on topics they might not be interested in. Sadly, that's not the case, and while I have lobbied regularly to have proper extensions installed on the public machines that will do most of that malvertising and ad-blocking as a default, IT has not yet seen fit to include it in their deployment. (And they also have settled on Edge and Chrome as the browsers we offer, and Chrome nerfed the effective ad-blockers earlier this year because Alphabet is fundamentally an ad company that has some other software tools they offer.)

[Diversion: I don't particularly like filtering software. I think it causes more problems than it solves, and frankly, I would rather we didn't have to deal with it at all, but Congress, in their lack of wisdom, decided to tie federal e-rate discounts and funding to ensuring we have "technology prevention measures" in place to prevent the minors from looking at age-restricted material in the Children's Internet Protection Act (CIPA). CIPA should qualify as a four-letter word in my profession. So, to actually provide services for our users at a rate that will not be disastrous, we have to implement the filters, since that's the easiest way of ensuring compliance with the law.

The other problem I have with filters is that they tend to be things created with the idea of a parent that wants no information about the world outside to make it to their child's computer as their primary customer and who they set the defaults for. This almost always results in over-filtering, because the defaults are tuned to the parent that wants no pornography, and also no sexualities other than straight, and no gender identities other than cis, and no way of communicating with the outside world, and so forth. And the people most affected by this, our kids and teenagers, are the ones who are least likely to tell a library staff person, "Hey, this site is informative and not explicit, and yet you have blocked it with your filters. Please unblock it." Because that creates the possibility of a paper trail. The kids are more likely to find some method of circumventing the filters entirely rather than asking for them to be more appropriately tuned.]

I am not trying to show that I am having a right and proper laugh that our filtering software is now blocking Google, even on Google's own browser, because that could be interpreted as laughing at the plight or embarrassment of the user, and that's not acceptable behavior. But I do go and file a ticket about the fact that the filters are apparently now blocking Google, and we should probably fix that, since our landing page for public machines points at GMail as one of its major outbound links. Turns out things were going rather haywire with the filters in their entirety, and the whole thing needed to be wrestled back into the intended effects instead of what had happened to all of us, according to the ticket update. I can imagine how many other users were particularly nonplussed about this as well. And I wonder how many of our under-17 users, the ones who have filters automatically chosen for them, had a time with filters gone off the rails.

At the end of the story, even at the time it was happening to me, I also must once again grudgingly admit that I am a computer toucher who sometimes can solve problems as if I had magic. This is because of long experience in knowing where to put the chalk mark so that someone else can wallop it with a mallet later. (As the joke goes, an engineer is called in to fix a piece of malfunctioning machinery. He examines it, draws an X on a particular part of the machine, and then smacks it, bringing the machine back to full functionality. Later, the company receives a bill for $5000, an absurd amount of money, and demands the engineer itemize the expenses. He does so: "Chalk: $1. Knowing where to put it: $4,999.")

To drive the point home that week, a few days later, I had another instance of supposed computer magic. Someone was having trouble finding a thing they were sure they had saved to a personal OneDrive account they had signed into.

I could see the save on the local storage of the computer, and the folders that were on the signed-in OneDrive, but the file on the signed-in drive was not present.

  • Check one: "Would you save the file again, so I can see what's happening?"


After watching them go through the process of how they were saving, I realized that the shortcut in the saving menu, despite saying "OneDrive," and Microsoft Word assuring the user they were signed into OneDrive correctly, was diverting itself to the OneDrive that would be associated with the Windows account on the computer itself. Instead of the signed-into personal OneDrive, the "OneDrive" shortcut in Word was for our Windows account used to sign in to the machine and run the program for user control through library cards and guest passes.

Cue massive eyeroll from me, and perhaps a choice comment about how computers are remarkably stupid, because they do what we tell them to do, and sometimes because they make assumptions and have defaults that are not correct. If this weren't in a user-facing context, I might have peppered my response with a few four-letter words of my own.

Now that I had an idea of what was going on, I could explaining what was happening to the user, and from there, assist them through the save menus to get to the correct and proper OneDrive folder. Lo, and behold, the file promptly appeared after Word had been told where the correct path to save to. We made sure that the recently-saved document could be opened again, with the changes properly inserted, and, with the remaining time available to the session (I didn't mention it until now, but this was working under time pressure, both because an assignment was due and because the library computers were about to shut doen and restart, no time extensions possible.), figured out how to get a different document properly into edit mode so it could be then changed, saved, and uploaded for an assignment. The second upload happened with about 90 seconds left on the computer session, so you can probably also append a certain amount of "does excellent computer touching and calm instruction under pressure" to my skill list. (There have been more than a few times where I'm being called in at the last minute or something close to it and I have to manage to both create the save and get it off the local machine into something more permanent before the session expires. This is not fun, but I have several successes at this, including directing people through the process while they're panicking about losing all their work.)

I think of these things as something that any information worker could do, if they had the same knowledge base as I do to draw from. I may be faster at it, and possibly able to detect and error correct from a wider range of possibilities due to my experience at what commonly shows up in these situations, but, as with most of the things that I do and get paid for, I maintain that it is not rocket science, computer science, or magic. And, because it's not something like having to learn to program in a language, or to diagnose and fix things like the workings of a passenger vehicle, or to do whatever the hell it is that Chocolate Guy is up to right now, all of which seem to require a specialized body of knowledge and a large experience base, I think of it as easier to pick up, comparatively. I suspect a fair number of you, a strong amount of my coworkers, and a great number of my users that I have pulled through a potential panic situation, would strenuously object to the idea of it being "easier," even with me accounting for the amount of practice that I have at making things look easier than they actually are. As I mentioned at the top of the post, I see from backstage, rather than from the audience, and therefore I am very likely to need irrefutable proof that "no…no—no, that is not the kind of thing that anyone can just pull out of their hat on a moment's notice!" Supposedly, a grandparent on one side was reputed to have the lack of skill at cooking to burn water, so the ability to follow recipe is a significant improvement there.

And while I'm bashing my head against a computer problem for a game at this point and feeling very foolish about my inability to explain to a computer what's intuitive to me as a human, I have to remember that everything that I've accomplished so far is still pretty cool, even if it's not optimized, golfed, or doing things the "right" way all the time.

(It's a real pain in the ass, and the people who have been helping me with other problems freely admit it's a pain in the ass, because it's trying to do something with incomplete and possibly fuzzy information. I have to figure out how to get a computer to perform a sum of the values at particular indices of an array, and then, when that solution inevitably turns out to be wrong, to move one of the indicies up or down one and run the sum again, and if that doesn't work, to do it again until the correct sum is reached. The potential problem space is too large to brute-force efficiently, and there are imprecise hints about where to plant your initial guess and make small adjustments from.

Once I can get the computer to do the adjustments until it reaches a solution, I have to figure out how, when the values of the problem space change due to other actions, to recalculate the sum based on the index pair that I already know is right, because that shouldn't change over the course of an attempted solve, even if the imprecise hints do change, because while the indices of the hints haven't changed, the values those indices refer to have, and so the correct solution has changed as well.)

So we all have our strengths and weaknesses, and our specialized body of knowledge to apply to any given situation. I will marvel at your skills from the audience, while I shrug at my own, since I see and use them so much. I see chalk marks as the thing I'm doing, and the thing that people ascribe value to, and not necessarily knowing where to put them.
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Muccamukk ([personal profile] muccamukk) wrote2025-12-15 10:11 pm

Finally Updated My Media Tracker

Which included a bunch of American Political movies, watches/rewatches of said being inspired in part by current events.

Dave and Independence Day: When the East Wing got it, in memory of the White House, and a time when we expected presidents to be non-terrible, or at least rational. Also, Nenya hadn't seen them.

Good Night and Good Luck: Following Keith Olbermann turning out to be the real villain in the Olivia Nuzzi scandal, and me remembering that even when I agreed with his takes (circa the Bush administration), I thought he had a hell of a lot of nerve to use that sign off. Also, Nenya hadn't seen it. Also, I couldn't find a good quality copy of the 1986 biopic I grew up watching (though I see there's a passible one on YouTube).

A Few Good Men: Because a man made a lot of art that mattered to a lot of people, and that should still mean something. Also, I'd never seen it.
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Sonia Connolly ([personal profile] sonia) wrote2025-12-15 10:16 pm
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O Generous One! Origin of Carol of the Bells

O Generous One by Timothy Snyder, a Substack link with more history of Ukraine then and now. Excerpt below.



Excerpt from the article:
“Carol of the Bells” stands out because it arises from a different tradition: that of Ukrainian folk songs, and in particular ancient Ukrainian folk songs welcoming the new year, summoning the forces of nature to meet human labor and bring prosperity. These are called shchedrivky, “carols of cheer” or, a bit more literally, songs to the generous one. The word “magic” is used a good deal around Christmas; this song has its origins in rituals that were indeed magical. And perhaps this is exactly why it reaches us.

Before the advent of Christianity, and for that matter for centuries afterwards, these songs orchestrated and encounter with the forces that could bring what was sought, which was the bounty of spring after the cold of winter. The pagan new year began, reasonably, in February or March, with the arrival of the swallows or the equinox; the carols of cheer were pushed back towards January or December 31st by Christianity -- and one in particular was pushed deep into December by Americans, transformed into a Christmas carol.

The melody that I heard in St. Paul’s Cathedral in Toronto as “Carol of the Bells” is a Ukrainian folk song. It was arranged as “Shchedryk” by the Ukrainian composer Mykola Leontovych in the middle of the First World War, likely on the basis of a folk song from the Ukrainian region of Podilia. The four ancient guiding notes of the melody sound like the dripping of icicles joined by the singing of birds. Leontovych’s lyrics capture the earthy directness and incantatory purpose of the ancient songs. My English translation is no doubt inadequate and a little free -- in Ukrainian, for example, a dark-browed woman is by definition a beautiful woman, and so I have rendered her.

Ukrainian text and English translation )