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Below is a list of my various fanfic and blog posts discussing different books, TV shows and movies. Feel free to poke around and read anything that strikes your fancy.

The fiction in particular often carries specific warnings and benefited from the help of beta readers and (in the case of some poetry) co-authors. Rather than trying to recreate this information here, please find it at the archive where the stories are posted. If you've helped me out over the years and I haven't properly thanked you, please let me know so I can correct it. Most of the links point to, which I joined several years ago, and while I've done my best to give credit where due, I do know my own limitations in this area and am willing to fix any mistakes.

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new blog post over at FQ

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Today I read a blog post at the American Conservative about the value of roadtrips and stopping at in-between spots (not just going to your destination), which GPS supposedly encourages us to do. I beg to differ; GPS's used badly do this, but they can also encourage just the kind of exploring Ms. Olmstead likes.

So, my thoughts on that. Comments welcome there or here, as you prefer.

There and Back Again?

I will say, it still feels like my command of language is at about the third grade level (I saw a duck, and its feathers were wet but he was really nice and then we went over the bridge...). Thinking may be ever-so-slightly muddled. But I like to think the basic thoughts are there. Plus I got to go on at some length about Tolkien and why Bilbo is not the best model for people wanting more than a there-and-back trip. I also included a video I found on YouTube, where Frodo recites the "Road Goes Ever On" poem (quoted by Olmstead) from the BBC radio drama. So even if you're just looking for Tolkien goodness and care little for Deep Thoughts (TM), there's that as well.


Jul. 10th, 2014

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I'm in one of those rare moods where I actually want to say something nice about FedEx, of all things. But they finally, finally got my computer back to me. It was a hassle this go-around because apparently the doorbell outside my apartment has Angela's name, not mine. I could point out that not only does it also have the apartment number but they also required (but never called) my phone number. But the good thing: they said they would try one last time but it would be tomorrow rather than today because the truck had already left the rebel base central dispatch point. And they got it to me today.

All of which means my baby is back home. The sheer emotional attachment I have to this piece of plastic is really a bit ridiculous. Also-also means that I am mildly amused by FedEx's foibles rather than peeved. Also also-also, I am not loopy and contented rather than loopy and stressed from the strep.

And even the strep is really okay because now I have a sound card so I can finally sit down to watch Winter Soldier tonight. First I must clean so I can go get groceries (those are connected because I'm on a fifth-floor walk up, sans garbage chute and I have respiratory sickness so gathering up the stuff to throw out before I go down actually makes a lot of sense.

As a bonus, someone over at Tumblr shared a Sherlock-and-Redbeard-as-Russell-and-Dug-from-"Up" picture, which got me thinking about some imagined Up/Sherlock crossovers. Just a bit of silliness. Read them here if that sounds like your things.


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The recent Supreme Court case has me thinking a bit about birth control and my own experience working for an institution with an ideological problem with it. I've spent the last several years as a grad student at a Jesuit (Catholic) university, and as part of my stipend/work benefits/whatever, they provided my health insurance.

Catholics are opposed to birth control not only when it threatens to harm or kill an embryo (so abortifacients and drugs that prevent implantation), like Protestants, but they also think good, moral sex has to be open to procreation. "Natural" infertility like if you're post-menopausal or infertile due to a health problem or just not in the fertile part of your cycle is supposed to be okay, there's no problem having sex then, but trying to have sex in a way that wasn't open to procreation like anal/oral sex or with a condom or other kind of contraception is pretty strictly against the Catholic viewpoint. Fordham's a Catholic-affiliated school and so while it's separate to an extent and I never felt I had to be a Catholic to be welcome there, you're also going to have a certain amount of influence from RCC beliefs and policies on how things are done.

Which made the situation at Fordham... interesting, when it came to birth control. On the one hand, university policy clearly states that you can't distribute contraception of any kind on school property or at school-affiliated events, meaning there's no fish-bowl of condoms on the sign-in desk at the infirmary like there was at the two state-funded schools I've attended. (There's an exception made if the medication serves a legitimate health need, including --I asked because I was curious-- if there's a medical or psychological reason why getting pregnant would pose a danger to the would-be mother.) In those cases you have to go off-campus to get the prescription filled, but they will write the prescription for you.

What there was, in the pre-ACA days, were two pamphlets in the display that also housed information on anorexia, binge drinking, meningitis, flu vaccinations, and date rape. One pointed you to an OB-GYN that was maybe a dozen steps from the campus exit nearest to the infirmary that did provide prescriptions for contraception. The other one was an informational pamphlet put together by the infirmary on how to use condoms effectively, along with a map to public clinic just off campus that did have said fishbowl of condoms where you could just walk in and take them at no cost. On one occasion, I had a doctor at the clinic ask me specifically: you're thirty years old, your chart doesn't list birth control medication, would you like someone to talk to you about your options here and how your Fordham insurance covers them?

Because, yeah, the student insurance did cover birth control, you just couldn't get it through health services. I think there was a push after the ACA came through (I was at Fordham going back to Fall of 2008, so pre-Obamacare) to get the insurance to stop covering so-called abortifacients, specifically the IUD (I think some versions of that actually do raise the risk an embryo won't implant, though statistically there would also be much fewer embryos in question, so both fewer failed implantations and fewer unwanted pregnancies leading to chemical/surgical abortions) - we never had the nonsense about the morning-after pill come up. But the thing was, around the time Obamacare came on the scene, Fordham stopped just enrolling everyone in insurance, they gave you a credit to your student account which could be used toward your insurance or they could cut you a check and you could get your own. And just as I was leaving I noticed the infirmary making a real push to tell students (myself included) that this was what the student insurance did and didn't cover and if it wasn't sufficient for their reproductive health needs, there were other options like taking the money the school would contribute to your insurance and using it to buy insurance through the public exchange. And they did two things to make this more practical: they started cutting you a check for the full stipend even if you owed the school money for something else; and the infirmary pointed you to specific recommended plans that were similar to Fordham's but also covered pretty much every kind of contraception on the market.

(Worth noting: this is possible for Fordham where it wouldn't be for some place like Hobby Lobby, because grad students are legally students rather than employees, and they receive educational funding rather than wages. So Fordham doesn't have the same legal obligations to provide me insurance through the institution that it would for a non-student employee. I don't know what the coverage is like for employee health insurance.)

Because I wasn't sexually active during my time at Fordham, I don't know how well these attempts translated across the board. (I do know some Fordham students have been denied prescriptions or referrals, even for medical problems that had nothing to do with contraception. Obviously there are still problems - being told you have to go off-campus can be a bit overwhelming when you're eighteen and in the Bronx. But what I've seen at Fordham is an institution, or at least parts of it, that has tried to balance their beliefs about contraception against the needs of the people they're treating. Which left me feeling decidedly more tolerant toward those beliefs and the way it would impact me than I did toward Hobby Hobby, since the latter apparently didn't realize they were covering what they called abortifacients until it became a thing in the culture wars and then made no move to try to ease things for its female employees.

I guess my point is, there's ways to navigate this kind of a situation that doesn't compromise your values and beliefs but also tries to be an actual decent human being about it at the same time. I don't have a lot of positive things to say about my time at Fordham, but this is actually an area I found them operating above par.

Jul. 5th, 2014

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People have many different ways of marking a holiday. Some people go to patriotic music concerns. Others cook out or watch fireworks. For me, though, it's not the Fourth of July until I make the time to read Brian Leiter's poll on how philosophers celebrate the day.

I'm honestly not sure if it will be anywhere near as funny to people who have never run in philosophical, or at least academic, circles. For me, though, it's pretty chuckle-worthy.

Jul. 3rd, 2014

We're having a bit of a cloudburst (<-- understatement) and I am officially happy the Kid and the Mum and I got our holiday celebrations in early. I plan to commandeer my neighbor's laptop and finally do my patriotic duty by watching Winter Soldier and possibly get caught up on the Daily Show, because that's apparently the flavor my brand of patriotism comes in these days. I'm crossing fingers that the rain holds, because PTSD and fireworks really don't mix well and, much as I hate to rain on everyone's parade, my nerves are a bit shot. I could use the local festivities being rained out this year.

But the rain. The rain is really pretty intense. It's a combintion of a slightly off-and-on omni-soppiness, shot through with twenty-minute periods where it's like God turned on the fawcetts upstairs full blast, like he's trying to flush some sort of heavenly cockroach down the drain and got a bit weirded out by it and it must go away right nao kthxbai. If I may be allowed to mix a metaphor. But you get the idea. And it's been going on for two solid days, with the full-blast faucet thing every hour or two.

It's lovely to listen to, but much less lovely to get stuck out in. Finally got down to pick up Rx refills and laundry from the fluff-and-fold, and soda and a sandwich from the corner bodega. I'd called down to have the sandwich ready, but the man at the counter forgot to give it to the man making the sandwiches and it meant I got caught by one of those cloud-bursts. Because I am a doof, I still managed to forget my umbrella at home, and when the guy at the corner (the owner) saw the weather, he gave me my sandwich for free. I'm a regular and I think he likes to keep me happy as I spend about $10 there every 2-3 days and am generally nice to him. So I got dinner, chocolate, and enough soda to last me at least through the weekend for about $5. Just having it be an unexpected pleasure is really quite nice. And as I was going straight home, getting drenched wasn't so bad - I got to strip down to my undies and dry in front of the AC while I listened to Benny Goodman and pretended I'd had an adventure of sorts.

Yes, I am an odd one.

Now I finally have ideas on how to make the latest story idea a bit less not-good, so I'm going to work on that. But as this post was originally inspired by rain, and as "Twosies Twosies" has been increasingly unsettling (the rain song of my childhood about Noah's Ark - look it up if you've got a stomach for genocide in cute children's songs), have a taste of the other song that matches the mood this weather brings on: "The Rain Rain Rain Came Down Down Down," from Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh.

probability in fandom, + Holmestice fics

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Over at Tumblr, Tiger in the Flightdeck pointed out that there are a lot of things from Sherlock's third series taken directly from fanfic and fan-art. There's a whole genre of Sherlock being a ballet dancer predating the show, and the bit from TSOT where Sherlock stuffs a dozen or so cigarettes in his mouth is almost an exact match for a particular fanfic, to give two examples.

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Speaking of fandom and Sherlock, Holmestice authors + artists + etc. were revealed a few days ago. That means I have a new story to share for the interested. I need to track down one or two things to clear up the notes (*le geek*) before I post it over at AO3, but I think this is definitely polished and readable.

Summary: Sherlock's smirk, the arched brow, the teasing humor suffusing his every word: these were chess-moves in a game the two of them have played for long years now, one Mycroft had initiated years ago but which Sherlock had long embraced as well. Mycroft was not bitter, did not wish things could have been different, save perhaps in the way God might move Aquinas's immovable boulder by rewriting the laws of reality. So he had always insisted, to himself most of all.

If that doesn't make it clear, this is Holmescest (Sherlock/Mycroft) and there are brief flashes of sexual imagery though there aren't any actual sex scenes. (Whether it counts as UST or actual incest is a... grey area. Whether John and Sherlock are romantically involved is also a grey area. That's kind of the whole point, actually, or at least a large part of it.) It's essentially my attempt to write a story about two men who were long devoted to the idea that sentiment was a chemical defect, as they try to work out what it means to love and be in love. Also more than a bit of RL philosophy and discussion of The Hobbit. Also also, an account of how Sherlock learned how to handle a gun, and why his gun-safety behavior was so attrociously wrong at the pool and elsewhere.

==> Read Getting Involved, my story for dioscureantwins
==> Read Trimurti, the really exceptional story I received as a gift from hitlikehammers
==> Read (or look at) all the fic + art + videos + etc. created for this exchange. So many treats.

patriotic holidays, fandom-style

An early happy fourth of July to my fellow Americans. Have Tom Hiddleston playing Loki playing Captain America.

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(Goodness, but he is such a Shakespearean. You can just see it.

And also a happy belated Canada Day. Have Captain America as Captain Canada.

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And as a bonus, here's some lovely Avengers fanart of Steve, Bucky, Tony, Bruce, Thor, Loki, Natasha, and Hawkeye... reimagined in the style of the artist, a Muslim woman, so complete with hijabs and modest clothing. Love it!

And lest the Brits feel left out, here's one of my favorite moments from the Doctor Who episode "The Idiot Lantern":

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Hobby Lobby thoughts

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The gang over at Facebook got me talking about the recent "Hobby Lobby" case, and I promised an explanation of why I disagreed with the decision. Not necessarily as a lawyer; I'm not one, though I play one on TV hang around quite a few and try to listen to what they say. Still, this is less about what the law allows and more about how I think things should be from an ethical or philosophical basis.

And, me being me, it quickly grew out of hand. Just why I can't pound out 4,000 words of fic in a night, I'm not sure. But for the interested, have this ex-philosopher's thoughts on the issues in that court case. I'm trying to keep this blog more personal + fannish but feel free to comment here or there, whichever is more convenient.

Jun. 30th, 2014

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In the best Cabin Pressure tradition, I'd like to declare myself a rabbit of negative euphoria (not a happy bunny). *grumbles*

The computer was apparently sent back to me after the repair work was done but with only the street address and not the apartment number. All the emails I've received with them had the correct address, but for some reason the address they actually returned the package to didn't. What makes this a situation truly worthy of negative euphoria in my opinion is that someone (in theory) made several attempts to deliver the PC, got here to see there was no apartment number but didn't look up my name on the buzzer labels or even phone me at the number I provided - and then returned the package to the company doing the repair where it sat in their warehouse for three days without someone contacting me. Automation does not a euphoric rabbit make, apparently.

This would not be such a huge thing, but I missed seeing Winter Soldier in the theaters and so had bought a bootleg DVD on the subway. I know, I know... I fully plan on buying digital access when the actual DVD comes out, Team Marvel will get their pound of flesh out of me. Which means I could watch the movie I've been wanting to see if I was in possession of a computer with a working sound card. (Reason #2 why this laptop is my backup.) It's not like I lack for entertainments because anything on Netflix, YouTube, Amazon Instant Video, etc. - anything I can get over the internet - I can watch on my Kindle. Still, I was really looking forward to that and just generally want Mormegil back. (Yes, A., my laptop is named after your OC. Make of that what you will. :^D)

But HP was actually apologetic and responsive this time, remarkably so. Knowing them, I'll probably end up getting a gift code out of the deal (they didn't mention it but the few times in the past there have been problems, they usually have given me a $25-$50 credit on anything purchasable through their site), which means I can finally justify getting new toner for the printer and not having to run to the library to print things off.

Right, enough grousing. I'm going to try to make some progress on Le Story. Actually a new Le Story, as the ASIP piece is apparently wrapped up in mixed feelings about the store of much unpleasantness so my brain isn't wanting to go there. That's okay. The draft's about two-thirds finished and I'll pick it up again when I'm ready. In the meantime, I read a news piece last night about Jeremy Bentham on sexual liberty which got my synapses firing in a new (Holmescestian) direction and I pounded out 800 or so words that I'm actually happy with last night that might work as the beginning of a possible come-at-once story or may be something nice on its own. I'm going to work on that some more, and then when the sun sets and it cools off, I'm going to head over to the zoo and do some people-watching. And then gelato if I get back before the shop closes, and quite possibly some listening to radio drama. I'm thinking the old BBC radio dramatization of Lord of the Rings, or possibly relistening to the Swordpoint audio book. No job searches, and no more grumbling over corporate incompetence.

ETA: One of the things I was considering listening to later tonight was the old Rathbone radio adaptations of Sherlock Holmes stories, before I decided I could use a bit of variety on that front. (They're on Spotify so can be streamed through the Kindle.) Imagine my surprise at seeing one of the stories is "The Eyes of Mr. Leyton." I'm sure my male relatives like their anatomy precisely where it is.



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