1. Can you diagram a sentence?
I sure can. Well, I could five years ago. [personal profile] packbat asked a very good question -- "why do sentence diagrams put the verb at the top?" -- and in my attempt at figuring out this thing that I probably got taught but do not remember, I looked at some wikipedia pages because I couldn't even remember the name of the kind I'd learned in my syntax class. Eventually words like x-bar theory and lexical-functional grammar started to ring a bell. I learned how to make diagrams that look like this:

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d7/The_X-bar_structure_of_%22John_studies_linguistics_at_the_university%22.png "a tree structure diagram with branches starting with IP and going on to NP and VP and PP and Det and etc., leading to the words "John", "-s" "study" "linguistics" "at" "the" and "university"

2. What word do you always spell wrong, no matter what?
I used to be fine but now I can't remember how many R's embarrass has.

3. What word always looks like it's spelled wrong to you but isn’t?
Honestly so many British spellings still look wrong to me after almost 20 years. Especially the extra vowels: my initial reaction to things like "foetus" is still what is that, that's not a word I know. It's bad when they team up too: colourise has both the -our and the -ise endings and that's just not fair.

4. Do you have any little memory games when it comes to similar words, like principle and principal?
Stalactite has a C in it because it comes out of the ceiling. Stalagmite is, uh, the other one.

5. Was grammar something you enjoyed or detested in school?
I didn't study it until college! When I was an English major there was a class called Grammar & Language which everyone talked about like it was the worst thing ever, so I planned to avoid but then I had to take it one semester because my schedule clashed with my other options. The "Language" part ended up being the history of the language, and between that and "grammar," this was my first exposure to linguistics. I adored it. I was sufficiently convinced to take Old English (this professor's specialty) the next year. I then realized -- at the end of my junior year in a school that didn't offer it -- is what I should have been studying in the first place. And which I spent 15 years feeling bad about until I went on to do just that!

Before that, I thought I enjoyed grammar but what I actually enjoyed was reading parts of our English textbooks that we never studied in class, and just reading a lot anyway, and getting from this a pretty good idea of how "correct" English should be, which I was relieved to be good at since I didn't feel good at much else, and which I was delighted to weaponize over others who were less good at it. It was only in adulthood that I realized how racist, ableist, and otherwise bigoted this idea of a single correct English which all else should aspire to is, and how much harm it does. I learned how arbitrary standards are in language; they are, like all else about it, just made up by people and they could just as easily be different than they are. I used to call myself a grammar nazi proudly, but it turns out that power-dynamic control-freak shit isn't grammar, and we've had real nazis all along.

I hardly slept at all last night -- lethal combination of bad mental health for both me and Gary -- which left me so tired I could barely function today.

But it worked out okay.

  • I had a chill easy work day, where I could do some important stuff without spending a lot of time on it.
  • This meant I could get some useful stuff done this afternoon: D and I ran errands to the post office, Boots because both Gary and I needed meds (he has hay fever and can take human allergy meds as long as I get the right kind! the vet said I can get them there but they're cheaper from a pharmacy), and Martins for sandwiches for lunch.
  • At Martins, we ended up talking to the staff about how people describe the cakes they want in the glass cases. One told us the proper names, the only one I remember is one's a bavarian. Gesturing at another, the other staff member told us "That gets called the square one, the custard one..." They were very genial about it. Just as we left, one told a story about a lady who's come in every week for sixteen years and every time says "I'll have two barbarians." All that time, two barbarians. I love that.
  • On the way back home, we stopped at a yard sale we'd seen on the way. I went to so many yard sales with my grandma when I was little. She liked them anyway and I was excited at the kind of stuff that could be bought for a quarter. I've been thinking about her so much lately that it seemed appropriate to visit one. All the dishes and crystal looked like they could've come from her cupboards, or my mom's. It made me so happy to see that kind of stuff again.
  • I was really sad about not feeling up to going to see the new Spidermovie like we'd planned (it's so rare that all three of us get to do things together) but I assured the others I was fine with them going without me and they ended up saying it would've been really difficult for me because apparently it's a really flashy/strobey movie. With my nystagmus being so bad already from the lack of sleep today, this is the last thing I needed.
  • And I actually had a great time while they were out. I sat in the garden with cold drinks, I made dinner, I walked the dog and played with him, I listened to podcasts because the aforementioned nystagmus meant I couldn't read or look at my phone much.
  • Janelle Monáe's new album came out today! Thanks to lovely [personal profile] diffrentcolours buying it and putting it on the file server, I can play it already on my phone. Even though I'd already gone to bed by that point. It sounds like bed is an appropriate place to enjoy The Age of Pleasure anyway!

Gary has settled down easily today, but my own mental health is no better disposed towards sleeping than it was last night, unfortunately. I'm so bored of spending time awake in bed. It feels so lonely.

but I'm so tired you're getting bullet points today.

  • I did get up on time today. Had a pretty normal morning: my usual meeting, opened curtains, emptied the dishwasher, had coffee (iced coffee from cold brew I made yesterday)
  • I spent the afternoon working on the patio in the sunshine, with [personal profile] diffrentcolours on his own laptop to me. We even had the radio outside with us. It was sunny and the weather was perfect (72F, windy enough for plenty of breeze, no humidity).
  • I managed to strike a good balance between pushing myself to do work tasks I was finding inexplicably overwhelming, and letting myself have little breaks. My mental health still feels really fragile (thanks for the nice commentsthat I haven't had spoons to answer yet, by the way; I do appreciate them)
  • amazing hand-knitted rainbow socks arrived in the mail!
  • D and I went for a bike ride after work, something we've barely done this year so it felt good. We went to a big park, had ice cream, and watched the kids and dogs and bikes and everyone out in the sunshine.
  • We got home and made dinner out of vegetables that needed to be used, which is very satisfying. And we ate outside when it was still just warm enough to do so, after the sun had gone behind the buildings near us.
  • Gary was a good boy who had such a good day. Super energetic, cheerful, wanted a million little walks, played his usual games with hilarious enthusiasm. He's the best boy.

Good night! Second try at those blood tests tomorrow; wish me luck

  1. How did you find Dreamwidth? What attracted you to this platform? Why did you start blogging?

    I don't remember which particular LiveJournal outrage drove me over here, but I'd been blogging there for nine years before I started this account. I was attracted to this platform for having the features I liked from LJ: music/moods, icons, communities, threaded comments, and of course most of all the social aspect: making it so easy to follow people and get to know them.

  2. How long have you been blogging on Dreamwidth? What has changed here, or in your life, over that timespan?

    Created on 2011-03-30 21:30:55, my account says. So much has changed. I was living in the terrible flat then. I don't think I was working. Didn't even have Gary yet!

  3. What are your favorite things about Dreamwidth? What do you dislike about it? What do you wish it had, or had more of?

    I love the possibility of longform. I like how thoughtful it can make people, and all the other stuff it makes easy -- you can quote a whole song/poem easily, or qoute things at length and comment on them, practically every Twitter thread should be a blog post.

    I like cut tags. So here's one! There's 15 more questions. )

I just remembered that, after the days with my family, I came away with a bit of a to-do list, things [personal profile] diffrentcolours asked me to do.

Before I forget, I should write them down!

  • make banana cream pie (I never had before, but I helped my mom this time and she wrote down the recipe for me!)
  • make coffee cake (I've already got this recipe; I haven't made it lately but I did in my old house and it's easy)
  • teach him how to shuffle a deck of cards

All sounds very fun and doable.

Our plan for today was "meet a friend for lunch, maybe do something with him after."

It turned into a spectacular day of

  • D buying rum-filled dark chocolate truffles for me
  • a stranger striking up a conversation in HMV about my mask and eventually about being bisexual
  • going to the Jewish museum (where I hadn't been since before its vast and impressive renovation and D never had)
  • stumbling across a baseball-themed bar, of all the things, with batting cages and chairs with backs made of old bats and punny cocktail names (I had a Home Rum and D had a Circus Catcher; they came in red Solo cups and we ended up tipsily watching a video of circus catch highlights to illustrate what they were for D
  • a nice cheap dinner in a café when I realized I'd only eaten half my lunch all day
  • sharing a table with strangers at another pub, one of whom was from San Francisco and another one who talked to D about old computer games
  • finally a drink in the Molly House where yet another stranger struck up a conversation with us -- it was the day for that!

1. What did you do in 2022 that you'd never done before?:
Got divorced. Got a white-collar full-time job. Talked to a financial advisor.

2. Did you keep your new year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?:
Last year I said "if I'm not divorced and on hormones I'm going to be extremely disappointed in myself." The latter will have to be carried forward until next year at least.

the rest )

There's a meme going around again, where people are answering five questions from their friends and then giving the first five people to ask five questions of their own.

I'm not sure how I'm going to be for thinking up questions for commenters, but I've accumulated ten questions so thought I would try to answer them.

First, from [personal profile] annofowlshire:

1. What brand (food or otherwise) do you miss most from the US?

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2. How did Gary get his name?

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3. Which book (or other media) has had the most impact on you?

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4. With Twitter imploding everyone is talking about Mastodon now. You're really the only person I knew to use it before now. What do you like about it?

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5. Do you find your 365 posts project to be helpful or a chore?

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And, from [personal profile] jesse_the_k:

1. How did Gary the Wonder Dog come into your life?

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2. Given how you enjoy touring history-made-tangible, is there a tangible monument you want to leave behind?

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3. Have you been able to deploy Arabic knowledge lately?

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4. Tell me about something you treasure that's older than you.

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5. Tell me about your first baseball game -- have you ever played?

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I woke up today to

  • a bunch of work stuff I suddenly need to do
  • the only ten minutes today I could talk to my manager (and he spent some of it asking me if I want to go to Sheffield next Thursday or London next Tuesday, which ugh...)

and, just in time to interrupt me trying to do the work

  • separate automated texts telling me to book both a covid shot and a smear test.

This is just...too much before 9:30am.

I booked the covid shot (Monday afternoon) and smear test (few weeks away), did the work with added complications from my boss (I had to send a bunch of emails and thank goodness no one wrote back to me today, ugh).

[personal profile] diffrentcolours asked if I could call the dog grooming place that could fit us in today to get Gary's nails clipped, and I had a frustrating time being unable to either get through or leave a message; I think something was wrong with my phone but [personal profile] mother_bones was able to arrange for us to go there at 1:30.

So then I got to help do that. In the rain. With us being interrupted halfway through by someone picking up their very barky little dog. Gary was so good; there's nothing he hates more and he didn't growl or bark at the dog, he didn't bite anyone meaningfully...

It rained hard for quite a while today. There's a problem with the gutter that means rain hits the window next to where I work so loudly that I can barely hear people talking on Teams. It's so miserable, and I had a tension headache early on today which this noise and auditory processing demand made worse.

Soon after we got home I determined I should really go to London on Tuesday. I booked train tickets but found out that a combination of an inaccessible train booking website (I hate it so much!!!) and train strikes meant I could not actually go to London at all. It was extremely stressful and frustrating and left me feeling awful which is no way to end the work week.

I laid down for half an hour and then made dinner (purple dinner! veggie roast (not purple), heritage carrots (some of which were purple), beets and red cabbage, all roasted)). I didn't feel up to it at all so I'm glad I could do it.

And now we're watching a really cool documentary about the making of the Perseverance Mars rover. It's so great.

I woke up this morning to a text message that made me cry in frustration (and brief worry for a good friend but they made me feel better about that).

Other things I've cried at today:

  • Making it to lunchtime after five hours of basically non-stop stressful work.
  • The train-ticket buying website I have to use for work.
  • The existence of a Lego JWST
  • The first time I thought I was done with the mortgage paperwork today and I wasn't.
  • The second time I thought I was done with the mortgage paperwork today and I wasn't.
  • The end of the most frustrating work day I have had in this job.
  • The third time I thought I was done with the mortgage paperwork today and I was.
  • When I left the post office and was finally "done" with my day.
  • When [personal profile] diffrentcolours was trying to massage a knot out of my shoulder.

It was actually really horrible for me personally when yesterday got turned into a bank holiday. It meant I had two days' worth of things-that-have-to-be-done-during-work-hours to fit into one day today.

And I still didn't manage them all! I really hoped for a haircut before an in-person work day tomorrow, to help mitigate how badly I pass. But I ran out of spoons before that could happen. They all went to good causes, but ugh. Whatever.

And my prize for getting through today is that I have to wake up at half past five tomorrow, leave the house by 6am, and hopefully get back before 10pm.

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Aug. 21st, 2022 11:47 pm

Oops, just remembered I haven't written anything yet today!

Nothing happened today though. Gary had such a bad night that I only got three hours of sleep, so I've been utterly useless today. Didn't exercise, didn't get to enjoy enough of the nice weather, didn't make dinner, didn't write down what I wanted to say about doing those interviews.

Okay fine I guess I did so stuff

  • I did laundry, just before I run out of underwear (that I actually want to wear).

  • I helped a friend with formatting their thesis.

  • I made a plan to see a friend tomorrow for her birthday.

  • I listened to a million old episodes of a baseball podcast that [personal profile] mother_bones, of all people, told me about the other week after hearing its trans Midwestern host as a guest on another podcast and thinking I should know about this one. Turns out this host is a Twins fan too! Hearing her chat to a couple other people about old baseball stuff (I have been too tired for current baseball stuff) did a decent job of fulfilling today's (para)social needs, while also reminding me in form if not content (that always seemed to be about football which I detest) of the sports-talk radio my dad always listened to which is a cozy nostalgic thing for me.

I've had this tab open for a few days, it's a little bit late now...but hey it's also the fourth day of Christmas technically (calling birds!).

It's a listicle from Susie Dent of old-fashioned, Christmas related words that are at least sorta-English.

Some highlights.
bellycheer: is the 16th-century version of comfort food. It is defined in the dictionary as “the gratification of the belly; feasting, and gluttony”.

cover-slut: If ever there was a time when we needed bibs, Christmas is surely it. Whether it is the warm glass of wine at 1am, or the gravy passed round and round the table, things are going to get spilled. For such moments we need the “cover-slut”, 17th-century speak for a garment worn over the top of another item in order to hide something unsightly.

hufflebuffs: One of the greatest joys of Christmas is surely the liberty to wear “hufflebuffs”, old Scots for the well-worn, comfy, and usually elasticated clothes we shuffle into at holiday time.

jolly:... Among the “jolly” phrases listed in the dictionary is “jolly-timbered”, meaning round and cuddly – surely the perfect epithet for Santa.
(I've been thinking ever since about how good an epithet it is for [personal profile] diffrentcolours, too! Indeed the other day his little nephew told him "Maybe you're Santa: you've got a beard, you've got a big belly, you've got the vibes...")
mystery, bags of: the Victorian’s favourite word for sausages – “bags of mystery”, because you never quite know what’s in them.

respair: A word that should be savoured at the beginning and end of every year – especially this one. Respair is fresh hope; a recovery from despair.

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Apr. 17th, 2021 11:29 pm
I did so many things today! I
  • made breakfast for [personal profile] mother_bones (fried eggs and potato cakes)
  • went with her to the garden center to help carry the pots she wanted to buy (it was such a nice atmosphere: it's outdoors but people were still making an effort to distance and most of us wore masks
  • ate lovely lunch that [personal profile] diffrentcolours made for us (scrambled eggs and toast)
  • finally finished painting my room (it looks so good! I'll try to get a picture when the light is better and there's less junk everywhere), with much help from the other two
  • rode along into town to pick up this weekend's Fancy Takeaway (town was horrible, crammed with people all acting totally "normal" and much as I sympathize with wanting the pandemic to be over, we can't make it so by pretending it is; quite the opposite really) (however I got to try a Beyond burger! it was fine but honestly I'd rather have the Birdseye Green Cuisine ones we've been getting from the supermarket!)
  • watching Death Becomes her, a favorite of [personal profile] mother_bones's that I hadn't seen before
Me: ugh I can't think of anything to say today. It was a very boring day. Let's see what the questions meme has for us today.

Questions: 2. Do you listen to any podcasts?

Oh boy do I ever!

This is gonna get long )
This meme I've seen from a couple of people serves pretty well as a "state of the me."

Last song: I listened to "Born to Run" in the shower yesterday. Sometimes loud music is the only thing that gets me going.

Last film: Must be Scrooged with the Discord lot last Sunday. I'm not really a film person lately.

Currently watching: caught up with the new episode of Discovery last night, as is now traditional for a Friday.

Currently reading: I'm at various stages of Humankind: A Hopeful History by Rutger Bregman, The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration by Isabelle Wilkerson, and The Horse, the Wheel and Language: How Bronze-Age Riders from the Eurasian Steppes Shaped the Modern World by David W. Anthony.

Currently craving: okay you know what I miss lately? I miss the Boots meal deals I'd sometimes get for lunch if I was getting a train or at uni for a long day or something. They do really good spicy bean wraps, and good snacks. I also liked the Morrisons ones near uni, which had less of a selection but also had cherry Coke for a drink.

I feel really pathetic about missing a £3 lunch but there we go! I think it's really a sign that I miss being out all day and thinking 'oh I'll just grab something quickly." But also I do like those wraps and crisps and soda for lunch, I just do. And lately it's been occurring to me how long it's been since I had that kind of combination.
1. How's your health this week?
I have a pinched/trapped nerve in my shoulder. It just suddenly appeared Tuesday afternoon, when I was sitting still in a chair. My neck and shoulders were so tense that the muscles just fucked up all by themselves!

My mental health was garbage especially on Wednesday. It's gotten a lot better since, in some ways, but I'm at the "can only lie on my bed and play games on my phone" stage today which is not surprising but is frustrating. It's not fun for me, because I'm lacking in activation energy/executive function rather than because I'm relaxing and enjoying it.

My sleep has been utter trash this week, but that's nothing new.

2. What's the healthiest thing you've done recently?
Refused to worry about how healthy any particular activity is. I've had disordered eating and bad body image pretty much constantly and sometimes quite severely in lockdown.

3. What do you look for in a doctor?
I really wish I could find someone who would prescribe me anxiolytics. I might have to start looking for one who can do trans stuff too.

4. What was your most memorable childhood illness?
I wasn't very often ill. I had chicken pox at an inopportune time -- my mom was recovering from an operation (I think it was the emergency appendectomy) and to be released from the hospital couldn't be too far away. Our house was too far but my grandparents' wasn't. My brother and I would've been four and six so we stayed there too. It was the beginning of summer vacation.

My grandma was already looking after my mom who was still sick (the appendix had been full of tumors and was poisoning her blood before they could get it out) and then my mom was getting me dressed one morning and asked her mom to come look at some spots on my torso. The verdict is that they were indeed chicken pox. My little brother was possibly the most solicitous he'd be of me his entire life, bringing me juice and spending so much time so close to me that my mom and grandma were worried he'd get chicken pox too. He didn't, not for a couple more years, but he did get some kind of intestinal infection so my grandma had all three of us to look after at once.

I remember this situation but don't remember exactly having the chicken pox itself. Apparently I had such a mild case my mom has always worried I'd get shingles as an adult. But I've babysat kids who had chicken pox and stuff and I've always been absolutely fine.

5. What's your most interesting scar and how did you get it?
When I shave my head, the scar on it becomes much more obvious. I got it on what must've been my twelfth birthday. I was wearing a white sweatshirt I just got from my parents as a present. I dropped something on the classroom floor near the whiteboard and when I picked it up, I stood up with my head too close to the marker ledge.

I thought I'd just given myself a bruise first but a minute later I rubbed my head and my hand came away completely covered in blood. I thought "oh maybe I should go clean this up." I was found in the girls' bathroom, blood on it and myself, by Amber S., one of the prettiest most popular people in my grade. It was practically the only interaction we ever had so she mentioned it even in the pages of my high school yearbook autograph pages, six years later.

My mom had to collect me and take me to the doctor. Amazingly it didn't need stitches; it was a deep cut but very narrow. Those metal marker ledges were vicious, it turns out.
This morning I:
  • got up early
  • had breakfast
  • walked the dog
  • went to the pharmacy (which sucks and guess who wasn't obeying the "only two people inside at a time" sign? That's right, the only white guy!)
  • nipped into the Asian shop on a whim since I had to walk past it anyway, to get the cumin I didn't get in Monday's delivery
  • went to Asda to get dog food and a couple other things that were missed on Monday, that give me more meal options this week
All by 11:30! I've had weeks of not even being able to get myself out of bed in the morning, not eating, not doing chores or errands that really need to be done. So doing all this before noon? Feels like a pretty big deal.

Normally I'd expect myself to be so self-critical now, at how little I can expect of myself. But today that voice is quiet, so far at least, which is nice.

Then I rested for an hour, did uni reading for an hour (I'm having to remind myself of stuff from last fall so I can finally take my forensic linguistics exam in a couple of weeks) and, just as outside was getting noisy with workmen next door and I was thinking I was due a break, [personal profile] diffrentcolours texted to say if Gary and I walked to the park right now we'd see him.

Gary didn't want to go (he's a bit under the weather today, he's got a very delicate stomach) but I went on my own and had a really nice time chatting, enjoying the warm and sometimes sunny weather, we even had something approximating an ice cream although it was from the hippie shop so it was a frozen triangle of banana and coconut milk, still delicious. When I met [personal profile] diffrentcolours there, he said something about how normal it felt, and it did. There was an exercise class happening, which probably didn't need to be much more socially-distanced than it would've been anyway for people to have room to flail around. There were lots of people walking Good Dogs. There were kids who'd be on holiday anyway. The weather was nice and summery: warm enough for a t-shirt and shorts, with intermittent sun and a good breeze.

I still have one essay left to do, this one a research paper on a topic I really don't understand but luckily Andrew does. He fixed my graph from a nightmare to one where the lines are actually near the dots. I've been so worried about that, and so mired in the essay I handed in yesterday, that just having one of those done and the other confirmed as manageable, possible, has made such a big difference to me. No wonder I got so much done this morning. But also I had to: some stuff I'd been putting off as I could only manage the bare minimum in recent weeks.

I have to hand in that last essay by a week on Monday and the exam, an open-book one that lasts a week which means writing more essays, starts two days after that is due. By the 26th of August I will finally be done with my degree. Then I have to start jobhunting in earnest.
When it came up in conversation today, I just realized that I'd forgotten the name of one of the Great Lakes and now I feel like a bad Upper Midwesterner.

It also turns out that I have a hierarchy of how likely I am to remember the names of Great Lakes! My mental model goes something like this:
  1. Superior: never gonna forget this, as a Minnesotan it's not allowed, got a temporary tattoo of it at the State Fair last year, I even know its real name is Gichigami ("great sea" in the Ojibwe language)
  2. Michigan: this one's also really memorable
  3. Erie: I know this is a Great Lake but I'm not sure which one
  4. Huron: good name, but I'd have to think about it a bit to remember this is the one the other side of Michigan
  5. ??? Must start with O to make the acronym work but could be anything
(I know it's Ontario. But I had to look it up!)
Last time I traveled abroad: Neither here nor Minnesota really feels "abroad" to me, but that's the only place I go. So, December.

Last time I slept in a hotel: York, a fortnight ago.

Last time I flew in a plane: 28th of December, technically the last place was Amsterdam to Manchester.

Last time I took a train: Getting back from York a week ago Monday.

Last time I took public transport: That Monday was the last time I took public transport. I'm walking to and from work now that buses feel like scary germ vectors. I'd walk it occasionally anyway, in the summer when it was nice and I'd gotten myself ready in time (factoring in time to wait for the bus being late, it doesn't take that much longer to walk). But now that I have more time and so much less exercise overall, it doesn't seem like such a chore to walk to work and back.

The last day I took a bus was my last day at uni, a fortnight ago Thursday. It's still really hard to wrap myself around the fact that it really was my very last day at uni, ever. I like the campus a lot and I'll really miss it.

Last time I had a house guest: @barakta stayed the last weekend that it was likely that anyone could stay. I am very glad we got to see her.

Last time I got my hair cut: @diffrentcolours cut it last week. Annoyingly I was due a haircut just before all this nonsense started. I still might end up shaving it all because it's getting Much Too Long for me on the top, but I haven't yet; D just shaved the back and sides for me.

Last time I went to the cinema: that David Copperfield movie, which wasn't quite as funny as the trailer had led me to believe but was still very good. There were problems with the audio description that led to Home (worst name for a venue, honestly) giving us free tickets for a future movie; I wonder when we'll get to use them.

Last time I went to the theatre: A performance of two M.R. James stories at the Leeds Library, with Andrew and @strange_complex and her chums.

Last time I went to a concert: New Model Army at the Ritz in January.

Last time I went to an art museum: I think this is the one kind of museum we didn't get to in York! Though we saw art at the Castle Museum, the minster, and arguably even Jorvik.

Last time I sat down in a restaurant:
That last day in York. @diffrentcolours and I had lunch in a café called Sand Witches just before we came home. I thought "I'm not that hungry, I'll just get the 'cheese selection,' " excepting the usual "three bits of cheese and one grape." Instead I got about a week's worth of four different kinds of cheese, two kinds of chutney, olives, salad and ciabatta. I will order a cheese board almost any time I get the chance and this is the only one to defeat me. @diffrentcolours ended up eating almost half of it (and all the olives, and the chutney that was more obviously pickled/vinegary, on account of those things being Not Food). When I put a few pictures from our York trip on Facebook, this is the one that got by far the most attention. It was bittersweet: I posted it on my first day in what was for me already essentially lockdown and it did cheer me up a bit even though I cried at how king it might be before I can do such a thing again. I think this might be one reason my friends were so interested in it too.

Last time I went to a party: Must be me and Eve's birthday party, just before I went away for Christmas.

Last time I played a board game: I don't think I actually played anything at the last games night I went to, just watched people learning Terraforming Mars. So it'll be whatever l played in January; Carcassonne, I think?
How do you feel about cooking?
I learned to cook almost entirely on food I don't eat now. I've never been very ocnfident or adventurous in cooking. It's a chore I wouldn't mind so much if it weren't part of a constellation of chores (food shopping, meal "planning" even if that's only looking at what I've got in and deciding what I want to make with it), food prep, cooking time, and cleaing up afterwards) which I find overwhelming. If it was like on cooking shows where you've got nice utensils and plenty of space and people have already measured out ingredients for you and will clean up after you, I would enjoy it more.

How often do you cook a meal (from mostly fresh ingredients, not something ready-assembled that you just heat)?
Not often at all, at the moment. Taking things out of the freezer and putting them in the oven is a cooking achievment right now; cooking failure is takeaway, which happens more often than we can afford. It's not a treat for me, it's lack of spoons.

How many people do you usually cook for, when you cook?
One. The aformentioned lack of confidence I have in cooking is somewhat lessened by the fact that I'm only inflicting the results on myself. I have done a bunch more cooking for [profile] diffrentcours and [personal profile] mother_bones in recent months, and it's made me much less anxious about cooking for other people (at least for such nice, appreciative people who only expect me to, like, chop up vegetables to put in pasta sauce), which is a nice unexpected benefit of that.

Do you have a favourite recipe book or chef?
I really like a lot of the Abel & Cole recipes; when I got theirveg boxes I'd sometimes end up with something I wasn't familiar with or didn't know how to prepare and I found their recipies could be really good for that. From them I learned things like how to make a tomato-ey pasta sauce/chili base from scratch, how to do a lazy but acceptable hollandaise, and how to make kale delicious.

Kitchen tools: use the fewest possible or gadgets are your friend?
I have the tiniest kitchen, so no real gadgets.

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