progress of pauline @pauline@myna.social

Epitaph came in a dream: I WAS A DIN AND I DIED

@AngryTransLady The real fun ones are when, for some reason, a scan of court order doesn't cut it and they want to see a certified copy of the document, which, at least where I am, costs $40 a pop plus an hour's drive out to the county seat, unless you want to wait 6-8 weeks for them to get through their mail order backlog.

Seriously, fuck the bullshit around name changes.

@rooster Oh very cute! I remember sitting next to @nicole on that same bench last year… we were not, at the time, nearly as confident as you are there.

@oulipien I didn’t know about this!

Today risks being a bothersome day but a) all the magnolias are flowering; b) new shoes!

(the website called them “tan” but obviously it should have said “rust” and I love them)

The London Review of Books writeup for this went and spoiled the ending, and even if it’s not much of a surprise I’m annoyed with myself for not having known better than to read it, and to find that it actually does change the reading experience.

I guess the rationale was “why does it matter, it’s a long modernist novel where nothing happens,” but it’s not, it’s a long modernist novel where like two things happen, and dude, you can’t just yank the curtain.

Brazenly characterize a shopping trip on the e-bike as “put some paneer in my panniers”

@kelidanovus @Impossible_PhD @terrafiedkestrel @dani_tseng @Jamie Did you find the answer???

“‘Wet leg’ is a term that inhabitants of the Isle of Wight, where Teasdale and Chambers grew up, apply to day-trippers and holiday-makers who ferry across the five miles from Southampton, on England’s southern coast. (‘D.F.L.,’ short for ‘down from London,’ and ‘overners,’ from ‘over the water,’ are others.)”

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2023/01/23/the-women-of-wet-leg

"from time import sleep" has not become any less mystical in all the years I've been typing it.

@piratescarlett I'm interested in this Tokyo reading list she did for the NYT - some known quantities, some very much not, at least to me.

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/01/04/books/books-tokyo-japan.html

I think this one is a good pairing with Amia Srinivasan’s The Right to Sex on the constructedness of desire (for any of us who get perplexed around how desire gets constructed).

This novel, a sweet one, made me feel warmer about the possibility of recuperating old confusions and errors—though I didn’t get into it with the guy on BART who wanted to know about my reading habits and told me I looked like a librarian.

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@nicole Such a good photo.

For @nicole

Core curriculum. It’s urgent about what it is and really uninterested in pretending to be anything else. The main character is on-brand in dismissing Joyce as patriarchy, and yet the book’s got exactly the same arc as Ulysses: building up expectations for a surrogate filial relationship that finally converges, sadly, in a deflationary missed connection.

(Also, why is it so funny that the book’s Joyce booster is a manic trans guy named Kieran? It’s just funny.)

The afterword, on what Binnie learned/received permission to do from Joanna Russ, Gloria Anzaldúa and others, is an actual inspiration.

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