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I threw away the candle today. 🕯 This is meaningless to most of you, but I put it here so I'll remember.
Square Roots Podcast is currently going through Earthbound, so I'm back on my translating kick. They just went through Threed in the last episode, and there's a bit of translation I'm particularly proud of. On the way into town, there's a note on the billboard that says:
On Saturday morning I went out to brunch with![[twitter.com profile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/e0caa790ec10/-/twitter.com/favicon.ico)
meowtima at Pauline's, which is really close to Rose Hill Cemetery. I've wanted to go there for years, and Saturday the weather was nice for once, so I walked over to the west entrance--because I didn't realize I was two blocks from the east entrance, oops--and then went through the entire grounds.
It was beautiful. Stark, with the trees still bare of leaves or buds and the grass only barely starting to revive, but with birdsong in the air and the sounds of the city fading away as I traveled further into the cemetery. The only sound was the occasional car of a mourner or someone coming to the Chinese funeral association meeting being held on the grounds, which must have been the source of the incense I smelled as I walked up Western toward the entrance. The effort was slightly spoiled by the planes flying overhead on their way to O'Hare, but otherwise it was incredibly refreshing. 森林浴 shinrinyoku may be a marketing term, but that doesn't mean it isn't worthwhile.
I took a ton of pictures, but I'll leave two here:
This is a little on-the-nose--behold, where love lies buried--but I like the design of the marker, with the window effect. And the inscription I just noticed, "He giveth his beloved sleep," from Psalm 127:2, fits the family name so well. I've always wanted a marker like this when I die, primarily for the opportunity to have an inscription like that. I say, while not having any idea what I would put on a gravestone at all.
My maternal grandmother was going to put "I'd rather be dancing" on her and my grandfather's grave, but her friends talked her out of it because they said it would be sacrilegious, and so their grave says "Dancing together in Heaven." That's not bad, but I think her first idea was better.
I saw a deer in the cemetery in the distance, which caught me by surprise. I knew city deer were a thing, but Rose Hill Cemetery isn't really near any larger parks so it would have had to cross several large roads to get there. And then when I followed it to get a closer look, there was a whole herd of them! None of them with antlers, since it's the beginning of spring, and it's not like I could tell males from females otherwise. They seemed pretty docile--they were watching me pretty closely, but they let me get within ten meters to take my picture without showing any other signs of panic. I didn't try anything more than that. All I had was an iPhone camera anyway, so I'd have to be right next to them to get a really good picture.
I wandered down into the Jewish section of the graveyard, looked at the mausoleums and the small stone bench with a tiny bit of moss covering part of it, but only stayed there a bit due to the noise of construction equipment over the wall. I went out the east gate, past the reconstructed graves of Civil War soldiers, and then home where I suffered from a splitting headache for an hour due to being out in the sun.
And then I played Breath of the Wild for the rest of the day.
Friday I went out to Locked Into Vacancy Entertainment's April show, a week early this month, and then out to dinner at Ukai (from 鵜飼い ukai, "cormorant fishing") withworldbshiny and JimMcDoniel. I wanted late-night trash food and while most of the menu was sushi, there was one chicken katsu curry option on the menu. So, I ordered it and then I got...this:
Barely any sauce and what sauce there was was watery. Rice in the center rather than off to the side. At least the chicken katsu was good, though it didn't quite save the food for me. And I felt even worse because I commented on how mediocre the food was and thenJimMcDoniel picked up the whole check and waved me off when I asked him how I should pay him back. 
I went over tolisekatevans's apartment for drinks on Monday, and what was going to be a co-working space but we ended up having drinks and chatting with her roommate and never got any work done. She invited me on a trip to her family's cabin up in Michigan, which sounds amazing. I never had the opportunity to do anything like that growing up, because my family always went to visit my grandparents in Oregon, and also cabin vacations were never my parents' style. And now I'm old enough to appreciate it but not so old that I'd hate it. Just have to be careful I don't overload on sunlight and get headaches like I did on Saturday.
This week is pretty low-key. Going to dinner withworldbshiny, meowtima, and some people I don't know on Friday, and my Betrayal Legacy session on Saturday was cancelled because ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mutantur had something else came up, so I'm free then too. Probably going to practice coding and play more Breath of the Wild, or maybe frantically finish カニに誘われて / An Invitation from a Crab, since I'm going to a manga discussion about it on Sunday.
I hope your weekends went well!
Square Roots Podcast is currently going through Earthbound, so I'm back on my translating kick. They just went through Threed in the last episode, and there's a bit of translation I'm particularly proud of. On the way into town, there's a note on the billboard that says:
ヒンと鳴くのは馬だけどヒント出すのはヒント屋だWhich literally says:
hin to naku no wa uma da kedo, hinto dasu no wa hintoya da
The thing that lets out a 'hin' sound is a horse, but the thing that puts out a hint is the hint shop."Hinhin" is Japanese for "neigh," which took me a while to figure out. But once I knew that, I had a pretty good translation that I think keeps the spirit and meaning of the line:
A horse says neigh, but the hint shop never says nay!I'm proud of that one.
On Saturday morning I went out to brunch with
It was beautiful. Stark, with the trees still bare of leaves or buds and the grass only barely starting to revive, but with birdsong in the air and the sounds of the city fading away as I traveled further into the cemetery. The only sound was the occasional car of a mourner or someone coming to the Chinese funeral association meeting being held on the grounds, which must have been the source of the incense I smelled as I walked up Western toward the entrance. The effort was slightly spoiled by the planes flying overhead on their way to O'Hare, but otherwise it was incredibly refreshing. 森林浴 shinrinyoku may be a marketing term, but that doesn't mean it isn't worthwhile.
I took a ton of pictures, but I'll leave two here:
This is a little on-the-nose--behold, where love lies buried--but I like the design of the marker, with the window effect. And the inscription I just noticed, "He giveth his beloved sleep," from Psalm 127:2, fits the family name so well. I've always wanted a marker like this when I die, primarily for the opportunity to have an inscription like that. I say, while not having any idea what I would put on a gravestone at all.
My maternal grandmother was going to put "I'd rather be dancing" on her and my grandfather's grave, but her friends talked her out of it because they said it would be sacrilegious, and so their grave says "Dancing together in Heaven." That's not bad, but I think her first idea was better.
I saw a deer in the cemetery in the distance, which caught me by surprise. I knew city deer were a thing, but Rose Hill Cemetery isn't really near any larger parks so it would have had to cross several large roads to get there. And then when I followed it to get a closer look, there was a whole herd of them! None of them with antlers, since it's the beginning of spring, and it's not like I could tell males from females otherwise. They seemed pretty docile--they were watching me pretty closely, but they let me get within ten meters to take my picture without showing any other signs of panic. I didn't try anything more than that. All I had was an iPhone camera anyway, so I'd have to be right next to them to get a really good picture.
I wandered down into the Jewish section of the graveyard, looked at the mausoleums and the small stone bench with a tiny bit of moss covering part of it, but only stayed there a bit due to the noise of construction equipment over the wall. I went out the east gate, past the reconstructed graves of Civil War soldiers, and then home where I suffered from a splitting headache for an hour due to being out in the sun.
And then I played Breath of the Wild for the rest of the day. Friday I went out to Locked Into Vacancy Entertainment's April show, a week early this month, and then out to dinner at Ukai (from 鵜飼い ukai, "cormorant fishing") with
Barely any sauce and what sauce there was was watery. Rice in the center rather than off to the side. At least the chicken katsu was good, though it didn't quite save the food for me. And I felt even worse because I commented on how mediocre the food was and then
I went over to
This week is pretty low-key. Going to dinner with
mutantur had something else came up, so I'm free then too. Probably going to practice coding and play more Breath of the Wild, or maybe frantically finish カニに誘われて / An Invitation from a Crab, since I'm going to a manga discussion about it on Sunday. I hope your weekends went well!
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You seem rather nonplussed about this candle, so it's hard to ascertain whether its absence is good or bad. I suppose it's simply a thing that happened, or perhaps it isn't my business! (Leaning more towards the latter.)
Do you visit cemeteries often? What draws you to them? Bambi & co. in the cemetery look cute! I like how the leftmost fawn seems rather interested in you.
That curry....can that even be called curry? I am sorry you had a disappointing dining experience.
Would sunblock and sunglasses help with the sunshine overload?
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I used to go through a cemetery all the time--there was one in my hometown on the way from my parents' house to downtown, and I'd go on walks in the evening through it. I think it's mostly the solemnity that like. There's no extraneous noise and making such noise is actively discouraged, so it's easy to find peace there. And I love reading the headstones that have more than just a name and trying to imagine their lives.
I told
I actually have transition lens on my glasses precisely to help with the sunlight, but it only does so much. I do use sunscreen if I'm going to be out to avoid sunburn, but it doesn't save my eyes.
I guess I could wear a hat, if I could find one I actually liked. Or a stillsuit like in Dune.