One of my favourite, most expressive German words is Muskelkater.
Cross-posted from my tumblr, because it seemed substantive enough to live here as well.
I just reblogged cassolotl‘s beautiful post about gendered behaviour, feminism, and gender as emotion, because it encapsulated many things I’ve felt for ages and I would like it to be as widely read as possible. Now I will muse about some other gender-related things that I didn’t necessarily want to attach to that post, which is so whole in itself.
This entry is part of a loose series of posts about (mostly) software tools I use to make my life better. Quantified Self is a slightly odd fit in that regard: a lot of the data I collect on myself is not currently analysed in any useful way, and I'm not certain that some of it even can be. Content note: exercise, weight, eating habits.
David and I have been together for nine years this summer. It seems to be going pretty well so far! A lot of that is basic compatibility, but there are other parts of our day-to-day relationship that we've put serious thought into. I think there are some transferable lessons that might be helpful for other people, too.
This is the banana bread recipe I've been making lately, based on the one in Kelsey's copy of The Joy of Cooking. David doesn't like it, which just leaves more for us. It is unfortunately not vegan.
There exists in Switzerland a wonderful organisation, the Institute of Incoherent Cinematography, which arranges showings of silent movies with live accompaniment. I've been dragging friends to these for quite some time, and last week they finally showed one of the films I've most wanted, for the longest time, to see: Pandora's Box.
My friend Hayley writes monthly summary posts at her blog, which has always seemed like a good idea to me, so I'm copying it. What did I get up to in January?
As I mentioned in my 2015 wrap-up post, one of the very last things I did last year was to get tattooed with my best friend Fox. This is the story of what we did and why.
As is probably to be expected, my schedule on this daily posting thing is slipping a bit because of the Christmas holidays. I accounted for that in the (imaginary) fine print when I started, however, so I'm in the odd position of wanting to beat myself up about it, because I am neurotic, but technically not being able to, because I am also quite keen on following rules. Good job, past me.
In which I cheat — a meaningless word in this context — and do not actually follow the post prompt for today.
Today's writing prompt asks how I behave when I'm sick: do I let others take care of me or try to soldier on alone? My plan is to write this post and then ask David whether I got the answer right, since he's the one who takes care of me when it's needed.
John Everett Millais's painting, The Bridesmaid, has been one of my favourites for years. Since I used to live in Cambridge, I was lucky enough to see it hanging in the Fitzwilliam Museum several times (always somehow forgetting it was there until I turned a corner and saw it on the wall). It's a lot smaller than you might imagine. I find it magnetic.
My parents gave me my first pet for my sixth birthday: a golden hamster with a white belly and big black eyes. I named him Hammy, because it seemed to be what one should call one's first hamster. He was the most exciting part of the best present I'd ever received — it might still hold that rank, actually — a bedroom all to myself, with fresh paint on the walls, a bedside lamp and a proper desk for writing at.
My funniest relationship disaster story (as requested by the prompt for today) is probably the one about The World's Least Romantic Valentine's Dinner.
A first draft of some fiction, from a prompt. I don't know how well this hangs together or if it goes anywhere, but in the spirit of this blogging challenge, I shall just post it all and let the readers sort it out. David's is much better!
Content note: domestic abuse.
After the last post here, I ruefully tweeted that my early New Year's resolution is to blog about other topics than how bad I am at blogging. To that end, I've decided to try writing a short post every day based on a prompt (starting with the ones here, so long as they're any good). Today's is very easy: to write about three blog posts I've read and loved this week, and encourage you to read them.
Last summer, I posted here about trying out Beeminder, the productivity tool that combines pretty graphs with a financial incentive to get the stuff done that you want to do, but tend to put off. Despite a lot of ups and downs, I'm still using it, and thought this would be a good time to evaluate my experiences with it.
I bought a copy of Michael Talbot's The Delicate Dependency, a cult classic of vampire literature, a few months ago, when it was re-released as an ebook. I think it was cloudsinvenice who mentioned it, and I'm very grateful that she did so! This review won't be a very long or in-depth one, because The Delicate Dependency contains so many of my favourite themes of vampire fiction, and fiction in general, and has such a twisty plot, that it's difficult to discuss without spoiling certain revelations. I loved this novel and heartily recommend it.