Show more

Gusts of wind blew last night, but with pauses in between, so there was also a pause to write a thing.

The night is breathing
in and out of the bare trees,
silence in between.
The dark lungs of this winter
move as in meditation.


Inspired by a note in our weekly veg box, I made a kale/ground almond/homemade cheese pesto last night. It was a serious win. (There was also olive oil and garlic and a bit of salt.)

Another forgotten beast has just appeared, Ubbul Gakittithleth, "A gigantic blob composed of snow."

Oddly, it is swimming in the lava about 130 z-levels below the top of the volcana with either melting or catching fire.

The fire raged on but was isolated to the level with the field. One elk bird and our only trained giant cave spider perished, the rest of the livestock fled, and now that the fire has burned out, the dwarfs are returning the animals to their field, where new cave moss and floor funugs have already begun to sprout.

Udil Likotorrun (Inkroars) the Scholar is one badass Dabbling Bowdwarf. When Adur Fevilceshfot, the forgotten beast, a giant, fire-breathing hairy mantis with a trunk showed up, Udil was the first of the militia to arrive in the field where Adur was beginning to terrorize the flock of elk birds. With two arrows (I think it was two, it might have been three), our hero dropped the beast where it stood amidst the flames, much to the relief of her husband and children (we assume)

National Geo ran an article about that, too; aimed at a less academic readership:
It includes a quite impressive photo of Viking/Slav reenactors in Wolin, Poland.

In middle school I once brought a very large onion with a flamboyant green top to class and asked my teacher to plant it in the school garden. My teacher asked "why" and I told her my mom bought it a while ago to cook. Then it sprouted.The sprout just grew bigger and bigger. Until finally my mom couldn't bear to chop it up "because it was trying so hard". My teacher looked at me and was like "okay that's weird" but she planted it and it was the only onion in the garden. #smallStories

Today, the first thing to pop up on my duolingo Swedish lesson was to translate "I am a fish" which was just surreal enough to make me giggle.
(Jag är en fisk for those who care)

I cannot for the life of me figure out what “there is no ethical consumption under capitalism” is SUPPOSED to mean, considering people always use it to mean whatever they want it to mean

Plan for today, get started on reading Santich, 'The Original Mediterranean Cuisine', 2nd Edition (supertitled, 'Medieval Recipes for Today') for a review I need to write for FC&S -

For over a century, one particular Viking Age grave-site has been considered a major example of a high-status warrior's burial.

Turns out, the warrior was biologically female:

It's a fascinating read, esp. the consideration given to gender vs/and sex issues.

For the and folk - useful and interesting both in itself and for highlighting that many of our assumptions are just that - assumptions, and not really backed up by data.

The full article is also available at

Sadly I can't make it to this one day event - Scribal Cultures in Late Medieval England - but what a powerhouse lineup! Linne Mooney (one of my thesis examiners, by the way), Nicola McDonald (one of my thesis supervisors, by the way), and Derek Pearsall whose edition of Piers Plowman is the standard one, among others.

@banjofox A fox is cat software running on dog hardware, so I'd be surprised if you had the dog libraries loaded.

Relevant to some of your interests ... so I grew up listening to classic rock stations in the American West. I never even heard of, much less heard, Fanny until Deb Frost (musician and rock critic), mentioned them to me in passing. Somehow this groundbreaking, damn good, band got overlooked. And it's really hard to believe that the fact that they are all women had nothing to do with it ...

Show more

Medievalists and Medieval-adjacent. Sort-of.