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I went to China last week, for the second time this year and third time in my life, a couple of days working in Beijing and then a couple of days at Galaxycon in Chengdu. Just a few notes here.

I started with a presentation to the European Chamber of Commerce in Beijing, as chronicled in this LinkedIn post by a colleague, making that case that gravity favours an improvement in (already strong) EU-China trade relations. I did this from the 76th floor of the World Trade Centre tower; the view of nearby helipads was impressive.

Later that evening a group of friends workshopped a Chinese name for me. I had previously settled for the phonetic but cumbersome 尼古拉斯·亨利·懷特 – Nígǔlāsī Hēnglì Huáitè, 尼古拉斯 for short. But the dinner group determined that I should instead adopt the Chinese name 白怀珂, Bái Huáikē – 白 means “white”, which is fair enough, and it also looks a bit like a TARDIS; and 怀珂 sounds a bit like “white” but also suggests that I have a heart like a semi-precious stone. I can live with that, and have started trying to sign it when needed.

I also got a tour of the Xiaomi electric vehicle factory, where the new SU7 and YU7 are made, one every 76 seconds; they can go from 0–100 km/h in 3.23 seconds and have a top speed of 253 km/h (157 mph); the battery has a range of 760 km and can recharge 620 kilometres (390 mi) of range within 15 minutes. Robots scurry around the factory floor assembling cars, playing music to themselves. I felt that I had seen the future. (Disclosure: I have been advising Xiaomi since 2021, but on their phone handsets not their EVs.)

In Chengdu, it was a little alarming to be confronted with myself at slightly more than full scale at the convention entrance.

(Will make sure they get the memo next time that I am now 白怀珂 in Chinese.)

The centre was, again, beautifully located beside a lake, this time south of the city (in 2023 it was northwest). This is the view from the hotel; the small white triangles are the tents in the dealers area of the convention.

The Whovians were out in force.

The science fiction museum had some fascinating exhibits, including a battered first edition of Cat Country:

The convention opening ceremony as usual featured a children’s choir:

I took careful note of the Galaxy Awards ceremony in the evening. As far as I understood it, a preliminary nominations list was made by readers of Science Fiction World, and a panel of judges then chose the winners. Twelve of the judges appear to be men, with one woman.

There were 23 categories, including some pretty market-related ones like “Best Distribution Chain” and “Best Electronic Sales Platform”. The loveliest was “Best Student Science Fiction Society”, won by the Parallel Universe Science Fiction Club of Donghua University in Shangha, presented by Liu Cixin (who was made to work hard that evening).

They invited all of the nominated student clubs to join them on stage.

Liza Trombi and Wang Jinkang sitting in front of me.

In more familiar categories, Best Translated Related Work was jointly won by Rob Wilkins’ Terry Pratchett: A Life in Footnotes and Ursula K. Le Guin’s Words Are My Matter, Best International Distributor went to Neil Clarke. The Best Novel award went to Golden Peach, by up and coming writer Yang Wanqing. I have not been able to get a text version of the full list of winners, but I can give you graphics in Chinese here and here.

Unfortunately I came down with a stomach bug that evening and missed much of the rest of the convention, struggling in on the Saturday for a symposium on different ways of running science fiction events with Wu Xiankui and Esther MacCallum-Stewart, but otherwise spending the day in bed. The next day was my last day, and I had a very convivial lunch in central Chengdu with the Whovians, but didn’t feel like eating much.

Many thanks to Sara Chen and her team for the organisation of the event. Once again I felt stimulated and enlightened by my visit to China, and hope it won’t be long before I go back.

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Flint by Louis L'Amour

A man who left the West, and the fame he won in one shooting, to grow rich in the East, returns to the West.

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lirazel

Title: i'm hoping there's someone home (7077 words) by Lirazel
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Pitt (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Melissa "Mel" King/Frank Langdon
Characters: Frank Langdon, Melissa "Mel" King, The Pitt (TV) Ensemble
Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 01, Divorced Frank Langdon, it's another conference fic, frank langdon’s full-time job is being dr. melissa king’s #1 hypeman, (medicine is his side-hustle), langdon is allowed to be a little bit evil if he’s doing it for mel, VINDICATION!!!! /raymond holt voice, the undeniable satisfaction of showing up your childhood haters, by having a pretty doctor boy be a simp for you, mel and the bad bitch she pulled by being competent and smart and kind and autistic, langdon wants to be the king sisters' champion so bad, warning for gratuitious interjection of the author's opinions about charleston south carolina, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together
Summary:

“Melissa? Melissa King?”

He turns to see—oh, fuck—a pack of young women in sun dresses, one, a curvy brunette, sporting a sash with the word ‘bride’ written on it in glittery loops. The bride is—fuck, she’s hugging Mel and not noticing (acknowledging?) how Mel is shrinking away from her. He takes a step to intervene, but Bridezilla finally lets go, and he pauses.

“Hi Miranda.” He’s standing behind her, so he can’t see Mel’s face; her voice is polite but dull, and her shoulders are up by her ears. He feels himself tense up.

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It's challenge time!

Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.

Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished! Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!

Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.

Go!

oursin

Happy birthday,

naryrising!

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Tucker by Louis L'Amour

An tale of adventure.

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cosmolinguist

While we were in Stornoway, I noticed that my phone wasn't getting text messages when I expected them for 2FA.

Again. This happened a few months ago and the phone company's suggestion was to try my sim card in another phone. Which D (who can see these tiny things) was obliging enough to do by swapping it in to his phone.

And (with a lot of me running up and down stairs between where V was and where he was asking people to text each other and letting them know when the other had so we could check if the text went through) that actually worked!

But then (with a lot of me running up and down stairs asking people to text each other and letting them know...) it turned out that his phone/sim card was now having the same problem! Only worse! I felt so bad for having "infected" him with this, a version so bad it wasn't fixed for a few days when he got a whole new sim card in the mail... Even though I didn't actually do anything and it isn't like Independence Day where you can infect a gadget with techno-gremlins like this.

I didn't want any of this to happen to any of us again, and I figured I could put it off until we were home anyway because it's rare that I actually get SMSes (other than for automated stuff I mostly ignore and the 2FA; I could use other options for that) and besides D needed his little phone-takey-aparty kit with the tiny pokey stick for the sim card which of course he didn't have with him so that settled it.

And I forgot about this entirely (because I never think about SMSes) until this morning. The ongoing dregs of the restructure at work have taken another fabulous colleague from me; she had sent me a message saying goodbye with her personal email and phone number. So without thinking much of it I sent her a text...and then I got a reply text a minute later!

Which is a good thing, because I soon after got a text from the pharmacy saying my meds are ready for collection and I'm about to run out, but then even more importantly I got one from the gender clinic telling me I have finally made it near the top of the waiting list for Voice and Communication Therapy.

Only fifteen months after I was told I'm near the top of the waiting list for voice therapy, only three months after I was assured that I really am near the top of the list, I've been sent a form asking me when I'm free and stuff shout accessing the sessions.

The form also asked me why I want voice therapy, which feels so much less urgent than it was when I was referred for this 3+ years ago. Then, my reason could have been described as "I can carefully sculpt my appearance to avoid most misgenderings, especially online, but I'm sick of being misgendered by everyone who can hear but not see me and I work with a lot of blind people." Two years of planned manitizer has mostly taken care of that problem.

But I am if anything even more interested in voice therapy now because I feel like I've been given by the 2+ years of testosterone a...tool? weapon?...that I don't really know how to operate properly. And, nothing against YouTube videos and the other online DIY resources, but I've never felt good about steering my (post-)transition life by them. To say the least (I still have to write about how the whole top surgery thing is going... I can't just now but let's just say that the two big headings will be Medical Anti-Fatness and Why are Healthcare Professionals Telling Me I Have to Go on Facebook and Reddit).

But anyway, the SMS with the link to the form also included a boilerplate NHS thing:

If we do not hear from you within 7 days, we will assume you do not want to access VCT, and you will be discharged from the VCT service. You can re-refer at a later date by contacting...

I was gone for longer than seven days, imagine that had been in the U.S. where I wouldn't have access to my SMSes, or imagine my phone hadn't fixed itself this time. I had no other indication of this information, no email or attempt at a phone call or anything.

It's maddening when a referral I've been waiting three years for depends on my phone working properly (and a bunch of other aspects of my life working properly!) during any given one-week period.

cosmolinguist

Last night after a long day in the car (Falkirk aside), when we finally got home I was so excited to be out of the car that I popped out like a Jack-in-the-box, grabbed some random stuff to haul inside, and all but stumbled through the door only to be met with a cheerful greeting from

angelofthenorth, the delicious smell of mushroom risotto cooking, and even the Doof playing -- picking up seamlessly from when we'd just had it on in the car.

And then this evening she asked if saag paneer would be okay for supper and that's my *favorite* curry, and I came back from yoga to find her already happily eating it and the other two in the kitchen just dishing up, I could hear them being silly with each other.

It's so cozy and I was so grateful, having spent the whole day so discombobulated and exhausted that I needed a nap before yoga and I didn't get as much work done as I should have. Home cooked food is very recombobulating!

siderea

1)

Is there a term for the part of a large non-fiction writing project that comes after the research – when you have a huge pile of sources and quotes and whatnot – and before the actual "writing" part, the part that involves making sure you have all the citations correct for the sources, maybe going over the sources to highlight what passages you will quote verbatim, organizing them (historically by putting things on 3x5 cards and moving them around on a surface), and generally wrangling all the materials you are going to use into shape to be used?

I think this is often just thought of as part of "research", but when I'm doing a resource-dense project, it's not at all negligible. It takes a huge amount of time, and is exceptionally hard on my body. I'd like, if nothing else, to complain about it, and not having a word for it makes that hard.

2)

I don't suppose there's some, perhaps undocumented, way to use Dreamwidth's post-via-email feature with manually set dates? So you email in a journal entry to a specific date in the past? This doesn't appear among the options for post headers in the docs.

I am working on a large geopolitics project where I am trying to construct a two-year long timeline, and it dawns on me one of the easiest ways to do that might be to set up a personal comm on DW and literally post each timeline-entry as a comm entry. But maybe not if I have to go through the web interface, because that would be kind of miserable; I work via email.

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That's a wrap, folks! Today I concluded the entirety of the Earthsea Cycle by Ursula Le Guin for the first time. The final book in this series is The Other Wind, but the collected volume I have also includes after that a few short stories by Le Guin set in the Earthsea universe as well as a lecture she gave at Oxford on gender and the Western archtype of a hero. Seemed best to lump these all together for this review.

I was emotional about this book from the start, and I can only imagine it was moreso for those who had been familiar with Ged and Tenar for decades before this book was published. The Earthsea Cycle begins with A Wizard of Earthsea in Ged's childhood, before he's even discovered his propensity for magic, and here at the start of The Other Wind, he is a man in his seventies, puttering about his old master's house and waiting for his wife and daughter to come home. We've gotten to see Ged throughout his life--as a child, apprentice, wizard, archmage, goatherd (take 2), old man--and this continuity and journey really got to me.

At the end of the previous novel, Tehanu, the mantle of hero is passed on narratively from Ged and Tenar to their adopted daughter, Tehanu, but it's here in The Other Wind that Tehanu really comes into herself. Given Tehanu's past trauma, the way she clings to Tenar and Ged makes sense, so it was very rewarding to see her grow into herself here and eventually claim the power she was told by the dragon Kalessin she possesses at the end of Tehanu.

As with Tehanu and Tales of Earthsea, women play a much more central role in The Other Wind. Our noble king, Lebannen, who came into his own in the third book of the original trilogy, is really blown hither-and-thither by the women of the book, who are the real plot-movers. Tehanu, the youthful rising power; Tenar, the wizened heroine; Irian, the free woman who's embraced the power Tehanu shares; Seserakh, the foreign princess who brings Kargish knowledge of dragons; these are the real players of the game. The kings and wizards who follow in their wake exist to help them carry out the plot.

As with all the Earthsea books, Le Guin focuses her fantasy without centering violence. The great plot of The Other Wind essentially boils down to righting an ancient wrong, and it is resolved through shared knowledge and cooperation. On the whole, the book feels quite positive and we leave Earthsea for this final time on a sweet and hopeful note.

The conclusion itself feels perfect: Ged and Tenar on Gont, talking of nothing, in the end. Who else but Le Guin would have concluded her epic fantasy series with her male hero explaining how he'd kept up the house in his wife's absence? The pair go for a walk in the woods, and that's where the overarching plot of Earthsea ends, beautiful in its simplicity.

If I had a complaint about Le Guin's writing, it's that she sometimes stows key elements of the plot in opaque dialogue between characters, which comes up a little here, but not as much as in Tehanu.

After The Other Wind come a few short stories by Le Guin set in the world of Earthsea. These are fun little tales, none longer than fifteen pages, which have nothing to do with any of the characters we know, until the final one. If you like the worldbuilding of Earthsea, these will be a great addition. The final one, for reasons I won't spoil, had me getting choked up even though I suspect from the opening paragraphs what was happening.

I had such fun exploring Earthsea and while I wish I had gotten into them when I was younger (because I know how much I would have enjoyed them as a teen!) I'm still glad to have found them now (and I can just envision the daydreams I would have spun about my own female mage OC if I had known about these books then...) I know I'll revisit Earthsea and the adventures of its heroes again, although I'll stick to the paper versions--I've heard nothing good about any of the attempted screen adaptations! It truly feels like this has been a journey, and what an enjoyable one its been.

cosmolinguist

Recently D sent me the link to a 2019 Dreamwidth entry of his about an outing to Anderton Boat Lift that stands out in our minds for two reasons: one is that it's the day before we ended up dating and we had no idea but the other is that he mentions that we, he and I, had been on about going to Anderton Boat Lift for ages by that point.

And the other feat of canal engineering we always talked about wanting to visit is the Falkirk Wheel.

But unlike the Anderton Boat Lift which I could rush my work day to finish a bit early and be picked up in time to get there for a late lunch, or the Barton Swing Bridge which is so close we biked to it last summer (or maybe two summers ago), Falkirk is very far away so we'd never found an excuse to be in the vicinity.

Until this Stornoway trip. D has a complicated spreadsheet with all the moving parts for such a trip and realized that if we stayed at the further of their two usual spots after the ferry back to the mainland, it would leave us with little enough driving to do on the second day that we could spend some time in Falkirk.

We saw the Kelpies first, which I'd heard about as motorway landmarks from haggis but never thought about as a destination. We had so much fun there though that we stayed past the time D had expected our visit there to last and got home at 8pm instead of 7pm. The weather was beautiful, there were good dogs everywhere, the visitor centre had a very good video explaining the history of Falkirk and was full of excellent tactile models: the kelpies made of Legos, little models of them to scale with world landmarks like the Statue of Liberty, the Sphinx, the Christ the Redeemer statue in Brazil...

Then it was on to the main event. First we had lunch at the kind of place where we'd have wanted to sit outside even if we weren't always doing that now anyway, we ate in the literal shadow of the wheel. I was sitting across from D who when the wheel was moving was just smiling at it in a way that reminded me of icons of saints gazing upon some heavenly scene, full of proper awe and joy. So I got to see the Falkirk Wheel and I got to see how happy it made him, and I can't decide which I enjoyed more.

We finished eating just in time for D and I to take the next tour, where you get in a boat, go up to the aqueduct and along the canal a little while you listen to a local do their spiel (ours was called Gary! and he complimented my #TeamGary t-shirt which I happened to be wearing that day).

Sadly V wasn't feeling up to it: this was Day 9 of traveling and being so much busier than usual was already catching up with them. But they made the right decision; they know so much about narrowboats and canals anyway and the tour was very audio-based and they'd have struggled to get much out of it. They had a nice time in the sunshine watching ducks and moorhens and more good dogs, and buying the cutest fridge magnet in the gift shop, a little abstract model of the wheel that you can spin like a fidget toy, which is delightful.

For a few years now I've been desperate to show him the Aerial Lift Bridge in Duluth, and this has only deepened my desire to make this happen. It doesn't seem overly likely any time soon, but then the Falkirk Wheel has only existed for 23 years and we must have spent at least half of that talking about wanting to go see it, so I'm okay to wait a while.

kaberett

I cannot tell if it's that I'm asleep, or that I'm Not A Biologist, or just that this paragraph (from The Challenge of Pain, Melzack & Wall) is actually very, but I am... struggling to persuade it to resolve into meaning:

Embryological and anatomical studies of fish, amphibians, and reptiles reveal that, even in the lowest vertebrates, reflexes are created by internuncial cells that link the sensory input to the motor output. During embryological development in these species, behaviour becomes increasingly a function of earlier sensory inputs as a result of the memory traces they have etched into the neural connections. Behaviour, then, is not merely the expression of a response to a stimulus, but a dynamic process comprising multiple interacting factors. Coghill (1929) was the first to propound this principle, based on his brilliant neuroembryological-behavioural studies of salamanders, which has been substantially confirmed by later investigators. Given this fundamental principle -- that organisms are not passive receivers manipulated by environmental inputs but act dynamically on those inputs so that behaviour becomes variable, unique and creative -- the remainder of evolution becomes comprehensible as a gradual development of mechanisms that make each new species increasingly independent of the push-and-pull of environmental circumstances.

Other than (but also, actually, in addition to) being sufficiently puzzled by this that I should definitely Go To Bed: I have caught up (mostly) on the PD e-mail. I completed one EYB indexing project and have been happily rolling around in making a start on the next. I made pastry, and used it as a prompt to unfuck the kitchen some, and then made progress on project Cook All The Things (From This One Book). I went on a Stupid Little Walk for my Stupid Mental Health. I am very very tired, and it has been a good day.

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Every downhill walk is a waterslide that might have been.

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oursin

Let's All Remember When We Saved The World:

Montreal Protocol on Substances That Deplete the Ozone Layer - signed 16th September 1987 and entering into force on January 1st 1989, [became] the first universally ratified treaty in the entire history of the United Nations....
Much smarter people than I have spent the last 2 decades trying to understand exactly why it was such a resounding success, and let’s be clear here, I am just an idiot with a newsletter. But a couple of details stand out:
The agreement didn’t wait for all the science to be completely firmed up before implementing regulation - which is a good job, because early conclusions about ozone depletion levels were significantly underestimated. Instead, it adopted a “Precautionary Principle” that was enshrined in the Rio Declaration in 1992 - acting on likely evidence to avoid consequences that may be catastrophic or even irreversible if any delay is sought. (This is markedly different from how some politicians seem to think science should work - if their words can be believed, of course.)
Negotiations took place in small, informal groups, to give everyone the best chance of being heard and being understood. More than anything else, this reminds me of Dorsa Brevia, and how utterly exhausting that conference was for all the characters involved. Who knows how many such talks led to Montreal being accepted? But every one of them counted.
There was a clear economic benefit for the industries using CFCs to move away from them - not just on principle or to avoid public backlash, but because CFCs were old tech and therefore out of patent, and shifting to new alternatives would allow companies to develop ozone-friendly chemicals they could stick a profitable patent on.
And so the world was saved - just in time for its next challenge.

Also:

“A remarkable discovery”: Rare fern found in Welsh valley 150 years after being wiped out by Victorians:

The plant's disappearance from Cwm Idwal is thought to have been driven by the Victorian fern-collecting craze known as 'Pteridomania', which stripped sites of rare species.
Its rediscovery suggests that the holly fern may be recolonising from spores carried within the national park, or that a hidden population survived undetected.
“This is a remarkable rediscovery," says Alastair Hotchkiss, the Botanical Society of Britain and Ireland’s Wales Officer. "The cliffs around Cwm Idwal are seriously challenging terrain for botanists to explore, but the fact that this species remained undetected for over a century and a half is a powerful reminder of how much we still have to learn about our upland flora – and how much we still have to protect.”

osprey_archer

We've hit the busy season at work, so I haven't been posting much, but a student just canceled at the last minute and I have a couple of recent shows I want to write about!

1. The local Civic Theater put on Steel Magnolias. I've seen the movie (in a packed cinema full of women about twenty years older than I am; this must have been a formative film for a generation) and although I didn't love it, I was curious about the stage play because I heard that it all took place in one room, the hair-dresser's salon.

So of course when I had a chance to see the stage play I jumped at it, and of course Civic Theater was ALSO full of women about twenty years older than I am, because once again this film was apparently formative for a generation. I thought the first act dragged a bit, but overall I quite liked it. The single set and limited cast (you hear about but never see the men) heightens the emotion, I think. M'Lynn knocked it out of the park in the last act, and of course grumpy Eeyore-ish Ouiser is always a good time.

2. I also went to Global Fest, which is not a show per se but a festival with food booths, craft booths, a stage with mostly dance and singing shows, etc. When I was a kid we went every year (my mom helped with the food booths for years) and I always liked to hit up the bonsai room, watch the bobbin lace makers, stop in the pottery workshop... The pottery was not exactly global-themed, but the pottery workshop lived in the building where most of Global Fest took place, so why not?

In the intervening years, Global Fest has changed management, and I was distrait to discover that the only free attraction remaining is the stage show. Which is not negligible! Who doesn't love a lion dance! But there's no more bonsai room, no more craft demonstrations, no more pottery, just a bunch of booths selling stuff. I enjoy buying a pastry as much as the next person, but it felt like a lot of the soul had gone out of the event.