Picspam/Quiz: Hands

Dec. 28th, 2025 10:50 pm
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Two years ago, I did a picspam/quiz about shoes and ever since then I've been meaning to do one for hands as well. There are so many striking close-ups, so many iconic moments - but also many not so easily recognised. And some great visual parallels/motifs. So let's have some fun with this!

a hand pile


The challenge: identify who's being depicted, and which scene it is!
Hard mode: without looking at the comments first. :p

Sometimes it's easy to tell who it is, but not necessarily when; sometimes if you know who, you know what scene it has to be. Please post your guesses in the comments!

Without further ado (as usual, click for full size): 44 pics to identify! )

I'll post the solution next weekend. Good luck, everyone! Looking forward to some guesses! Or if you're not playing, enjoy the picspam! :)

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Dec. 28th, 2025 01:22 pm
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Had a great time with my friends last night. Earlier today I went to this great French bakery in my neighborhood to pick up a few goodies, also petted some friendly doggos and had an interesting conversation with a young guy who works in my neighborhood mom and pop grocery store about music (he liked my Velvet Underground tote bag).

Frogtown Racer.

Dec. 28th, 2025 08:53 pm
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Posted by languagehat

Trevor Joyce, the generous and inquisitive Irish poet so frequently seen around here as a source of Hattic items, writes as follows: “I’m sifting through some files of research on family history, and came across this, which drew my attention for its boozy air. The anecdote is obviously the thing, but when I went googling, expecting to find very many instances, I found myself flooded with BMX bikes, but divil the cocktail of this name.” Here’s the thing itself, quoted from the Boston Globe of June 11, 1893:

UNDER THE ROSE

Considerable curiosity has been aroused as to the exact nature of the beverage alluded to in Dr Frank Harris’ editorial of last Sunday, to wit, the “Frogtown racer.” None of the wine clerks seems to be familiar with it. Happening to meet the doctor, I ventured to ask him for the recipe. He said that the beverage was invented, or at least exploited, by that bohemian of medicine and literature, the late Dr Robert Dwyer Joyce, who consumed. according to his own account, two gallons of the “racer” while endeavoring to get Deirdre down from the tower into which he had put her in the course of his construction of the poem of that name.

The recipe indicates that the Frogtown racer is a very light whisky punch made with soda, into which a teaspoonful of maraschino is put and on top of this is carefully laid a “lemon float,” that is, a thin section of the fruit cut at the middle of the lemon. On this is gently poured a little port wine.

The effect is to make a drink of delicate flavor and presenting alternate zones of amber, yellow and purple whose relations, owing to the difference in specific gravity, are maintained during its consumption. This drink was a favorite not only of the doctor, but of the late Edgar Parker and many others of the Papyrus at a time when the club coat was a tradition.

Apropos of this drink, Dr Harris tells a good story of his friend Nat Childs. Both were abroad seeing Europe “while you wait,” and in Paris Nat was much amused at the so-called American bars, where the barkeeps were more English than a unicorn, and where a man was especially employed to sweep out at regular intervals the h’s dropped by the barkeeps and the regular customers. At these bars were sold as American drinks compounds with names entirely unheard of in this country, such as “corpse-reviver,” “beautiful lap,” “pick-me-up,” “eye-opener,” etc.

Now, Nat used to go into one of these places after the other and inquire: “Do you sell American drinks here?”

“Oh yes, sir, hall of them.”

“Then,” said Nat, “make me a Frogtown racer”

“A wot, sir?”

“A Frogtown racer.”

“Wy, bless me soul, Hi never ‘eard of it sir.”

“What! never heard of a Frogtown racer, the commonest of all American drinks – what they put children on to as soon as they are weaned? Very well. I’ll try elsewhere.

“The same conversation would be repeated in all the bars – Champs Elysee, Place de Madeline, rue de l’Opera, etc. Finally one night, pretending great vexation that so simple and common an American drink could not be served, he asked the privilege of making one himself. This was granted, the ingredients furnished and the racer concocted. The barkeeper watched the process very closely, and next day Nat found, done in soap work on the great mirror behind the bar:

*****************************************

* FROGTOWN RACER *

* NEW AMERICAN DRINK *

******************************************

and “tout Paris” consuming the article. He always has claimed that he was entitled to a large commission which he never got. At all events, the consumers found a thirst-quencher which fulfilled the conditions which Dr Joyce claimed for the shillelah, “light to the hand and pleasant to the head.”

Now I want a Frogtown racer. (I also imagine a song “Frogtown racer, that’s a drink, Doo-da, doo-da…”) I post the anecdote not only for its own boozy sake but in the hope someone can come up with independent verification of its existence… although, come to think of it, it may well have been the invention of an exuberant and sloshed Globe reporter.

vignettes

Dec. 28th, 2025 04:03 pm
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This week's prompt is:
plain 🟫

Anyone can join, with a 50-word creative fiction vignette in the comments. Your vignette does not have to include the prompt term. Any (G or PG) definition of the word can be used.

(I may tackle it tomorrow in fact. It's a nasty cold)

Birdfeeding

Dec. 28th, 2025 03:00 pm
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Today is cloudy, windy, and cool.

I fed the birds.  I've seen a few sparrows and house finches.

I put out water for the birds.

EDIT 12/28/25 -- I did a bit of work around the patio.

EDIT 12/28/25 -- I did more work around the patio.








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Solo RPG - The Bird Oracle

Dec. 28th, 2025 12:42 pm
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Mason bought me a solo RPG called The Bird Oracle for the holidays. I'm several days into it and just wanted to share a bit of my adventure. (Most of this will be under the cut, so those of you who would like to ignore it can.)

Here's a page from my journal:


The Bird Oracle journal sample
Image: sample page of my The Bird Oracle journal, where I've glued in a printed color photo of the nest I built, per instructions.

The basic premise is that I've inherited the cottage of the previous Bird Oracle and the job that comes with it, which is providing divinations for the people who write to me.

Initially, however, Jane (the mentor who left me this cottage) has given me various assignments to ease me into my new role I'm meant to take on. She's teaching me her mystical arts by asking questions I'm answering in my journal (pictured above). Previously, they've been things like what you can see if you expand the picture above where I'm supposed to think about what "egg" might mean to me and respond to a question like, "When do you feel protected?" This is all prep to lead me to coming up with my own definitions for bird-related divination prompts. Sometimes Jane comes with little crafting projects, like above, where I was asked to build a nest for Twigs, the carrier pigeon who also comes with the cottage. (I also later decided there are chickens, but I'll get into that in a second.)

I am not playing as Lyda, however, because, for me, that isn't role-playing. So, I've been feeling around for a character as I've been answering these questions. I finally hit on something as I was writing up my entry for "feather," which turned into an actual story. The only other thing I'll say about this above the cut is that I love playing villains, but RPGs are largely cooperative when played around a table (not all of them, obviously, but player v player isn't much fun when what you're playing is "let's all kill this dragon" or other such things where, you know, it's best if people have the same agenda.) In a solo RPG, I can choose evil.

I'm not choosing to be actively evil in this excerpt, but you can sort of see how it vibes like a villain's origin story (if you choose to read it.)


Cut for potential boringness.... )

Conclave

Dec. 28th, 2025 03:47 pm
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A last-minute entry to movies I watched in 2025! When I popped into the library yesterday, there was Conclave sitting on the New DVDs shelf, so of course I snatched it up and took it right home and watched it.

Conclave is about a fictional modern-day conclave to elect a new pope, and I’ve been chomping at the bit to see it since it came out because… I guess I am just into movies about the Catholic church… I don’t fully understand this about myself. It may just be the aesthetic. Gold! Red! Shiny things! Lots of candles! One can criticize many things about the Catholic Church but by God they’ve got a look.

Anyway, cardinals converge on Rome, all wearing their cardinal gear, and if like me you enjoy things like aerial shots of cardinals carrying white parasols crossing the courtyard of a vast church complex, you will find great visual delight in this movie. And the movie doesn’t bog down in explaining things like the white parasols either. We don’t need to know why they’re part of the cardinal’s vestments.

The plot of the movie centers on the machinations to elect the new pope, featuring a bunch of guys who desperately want to be pope but also desperately need to pretend that they are being forced into pope candidacy against their will, because other people believe they are the best candidate. At one point in my life I would have scoffed at this hypocrisy, but having endured many years of Donald Trump on the public scene, I have come to believe that actually it’s quite politically useful for candidates to have to hang back until other people more or less drag them bodily into candidacy.

At the center of this is Ralph Fiennes, and I regret to inform you that I remember almost none of the character names from this movie, because I really struggle to tell people apart when they are all dressed the same and also all look pretty similar, in this case a bunch of old white guys with a smattering of old guys of other races.

Ralph Fiennes, as I was saying, is playing the guy who is in charge of making sure the election runs smoothly, and also perhaps awkwardly is one of the candidates - against his will, of course. (Perhaps slightly more sincerely against his will than some of the others.) I saw him about a year ago in the National Theater recording of Antony and Cleopatra, where he plays the sottish, running to seed, impulsive and still dangerous Antony, and his character here is just about the opposite in every way, which raised my respect for his acting ability even more.

He is calm, controlled, thoughtful, and deeply compassionate, a quality perhaps most clear in the scene where he points out to another cardinal that his hopes to be pope are toast. On the surface this action seems almost brutal, but that clarity allows the other cardinal to grieve his dreams in private, instead of hoping against hope and watching them get smashed in public.

An absorbing movie. I didn’t love it quite as much as I hoped to love it, but I greatly enjoyed watching it nonetheless.

Done Since 2025-12-21

Dec. 28th, 2025 09:23 pm
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The week's been a bit of a roller-coaster. I guess that's not unusual for me these days. It would have been worse without the cats -- Bronx is often a bit of a nuisance, but he's a very affectionate, cuddly nuisance.

QOTD: (me, elsenet, apropos feeling old): Today would have been my mom's 105th birthday -- she died a little before her hundredth. My 50th wedding anniversary will be a week from yesterday; it's the fifth I'll be spending without Colleen. Our oldest kid turned 40 in July.

Light is returning to the world, but my capacity for hope is rather limited tonight.

How about this glorious 8-bit version of Ravel's "Boléro"? Or Carol of the Bells [Shchedryk] near the frontline in Ukraine? (I'n a sucker for bandura music.)

Notes & links, as usual )

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