dorchadas: (In America)
The Constitutional Crisis Is Here.

Most Americans, having not lived under authoritarian regimes or dictatorships, don't actually know what they're like. They imagine doors getting kicked in, social chaos, constant warring gangs or warlords, that kind of thing. But the truth is that society basically functions the same way it does everywhere else. People go to work, they go to the movies, they meet up at restaurants and go to religious services and form clubs. Very few people just disappear.

But everyone knows that people do disappear, and that if they're not careful, it could be them, and they act accordingly.

Americans mostly haven't internalized that yet because they think it can't be them. Oh, those people being sent to foreign prisons were foreigners/criminals/radicals/communists/antisemites/American-haters/whatever, there must have been some reason. This is America and we love freedom, the government wouldn't just scoop someone off the street and bundle them out of the country for no reason. There must be a reason. If there's no reason that would mean that it could happen to me, and for my own psychological safety I cannot consider that I am subject to having my life ruined in an instant due to things I have no power to affect, so there must have been a reason.
"What happened here was the gradual habituation of the people, little by little, to being governed by surprise; to receiving decisions deliberated in secret; to believing that the situation was so complicated that the government had to act on information which the people could not understand, or so dangerous that, even if the people could not understand it, it could not be released because of national security. And their sense of identification with Hitler, their trust in him, made it easier to widen this gap and reassured those who would otherwise have worried about it.[...]

"To live in this process is absolutely not to be able to notice it—please try to believe me—unless one has a much greater degree of political awareness, acuity, than most of us had ever had occasion to develop. Each step was so small, so inconsequential, so well explained or, on occasion, ‘regretted,’ that, unless one were detached from the whole process from the beginning, unless one understood what the whole thing was in principle, what all these ‘little measures’ that no ‘patriotic German’ could resent must some day lead to, one no more saw it developing from day to day than a farmer in his field sees the corn growing. One day it is over his head.[...]

"But the one great shocking occasion, when tens or hundreds or thousands will join with you, never comes. That’s the difficulty. If the last and worst act of the whole regime had come immediately after the first and smallest, thousands, yes, millions would have been sufficiently shocked—if, let us say, the gassing of the Jews in ’43 had come immediately after the ‘German Firm’ stickers on the windows of non-Jewish shops in ’33. But of course this isn’t the way it happens. In between come all the hundreds of little steps, some of them imperceptible, each of them preparing you not to be shocked by the next. Step C is not so much worse than Step B, and, if you did not make a stand at Step B, why should you at Step C? And so on to Step D."
-Milton Mayer, They Thought They Were Free: The Germans, 1933-45
I wrote after the 2016 that we were in the final days of the Republic, it would just take some time for the country to die. Maybe we'll find a miracle cure, but I suspect not.

Appropriate ("appropriate") that this all happened on Pesaḥ, the holiday where as part of the Seder we repeatedly say "Once we were slaves, but now we are free."
dorchadas: (Cowboy Bebop Butterfly)
On Thursday my parents came out and picked up Laila and thus began our weekend of adventure.

It started on a bad note, with workers unable to deliver most of our appliances, but after that Laila went off with Papa and Nana to have an exciting time and we spent most of the rest of the day doing not much of anything. [instagram.com profile] sashagee fished up a bunch of fish in Final Fantasy XIV and I read and played Fallout. It was the tail end of Shavuot, the holiday where G-d gave us in the Torah on Mount Sinai, so I took it off and spent it at home with my family, eating cheesecake and ice cream. I was tempted to go to the Tikken Leil Shavuot at Anshe Emet, but maybe next year.

And for the rest of the weekend )
dorchadas: (Judaism Nes Gadol Haya Sham)
Saw this post yesterday and I’ve been thinking about it:



Ignoring the "lol lmao" commentary on the video, the thing that gets me is this is a huge missed opportunity for them.

We’re no strangers to reinterpretation and reinvention. It’s been our tradition for millennia. Genesis 22:20 begins with the words ויהי אחר הדברים, which is used all the time in Tanaḥ to mean "some time later." But the Sages said that can’t be it, every single letter and space of Torah has meaning, and the word הדברים (devarim) can mean either "things" or "words," so they came up with an entire debate between G-d and the Satan about how faithful Abraham was and whether he would sacrifice his son.

This happens to extremely problematic parts too! When the Sages read Deuteronomy 21:18-21:
If someone has a stubborn and rebellious son who does not obey his father and mother and will not listen to them when they discipline him, his father and mother shall take hold of him and bring him to the elders at the gate of his town. They shall say to the elders, “This son of ours is stubborn and rebellious. He will not obey us. He is a glutton and a drunkard.” Then all the men of his town are to stone him to death. You must purge the evil from among you. All Israel will hear of it and be afraid.
...they were just as appalled as any modern reader would be and worked to divine the hidden meaning. First, it specifies that the child will not listen, so this involves flagrant disregard by the child over an extended period of time. Second, the parents (both) must bring the child to the elders of the city, so both parents and all the elders must agree that the behavior is execrable. Third, it says they must declare the child "a glutton and a drunkard," so this is only appropriate for a child who frequently steals meat and wine.

And so on. The approach with a difficult passage is to grapple with the meaning, examining the words with new perspectives. "Turn it [the Torah] and turn it, for everything is in it." The readers here should have had an anti-Zionist drash! They should have looked for a metaphorical meaning of "this land," or something.

Not just trying to pretend it doesn’t exist. How embarrassing.
dorchadas: (Dreams are older)
A couple weeks ago, [livejournal.com profile] greyselke texted me out of nowhere after years--the last time I saw her was when I went to Philadelphia in 2015--and said that she and her family were going on a road trip that would lead them through Chicago and were we free to meet up? We were, and so yesterday the planned day arrived.

[instagram.com profile] sashagee and Laila and I arrived just a little late at Yolk in the South Loop and we waited. And we waited, and we waited, and forty-five minutes later [livejournal.com profile] greyselke and family arrived--they were staying up in Skokie and had driven into the city and then taken the L but slightly misjudged the time. Fortunately, despite the larger crowds showing up, 9:45 a.m. was still early enough for brunch that they were able to seat us in a few minutes. I sat with Laila on my right and [livejournal.com profile] greyselke's elder daughter on my left, and we caught up over salmon on salad (me) and red velvet French toast ([livejournal.com profile] greyselke's elder daughter and [instagram.com profile] sashagee). I was a little worried about Laila around new people, but she's still young enough that it's all the same to her--and later on she really took to [livejournal.com profile] greyselke's daughters.

After brunch, we walked over to the Field Museum and met one of [livejournal.com profile] greyselke's family friends there, a man whose wife runs the Women and Children First bookstore in Andersonville, along with his two-year-old daughter. She was more talkative than Laila but less active--we were chasing Laila all over the place and trying to prevent her from climbing onto the dinosaur exhibits, but the other girl mostly wanted to be carried. Laila was happy to run around while [instagram.com profile] sashagee chased after her and [livejournal.com profile] greyselke talked about our lives:
Me: "So, you work for the hashtag deep state?"
[livejournal.com profile] greyselke: "Well, they have health care."
until Laila ran back and wanted me to pick her up, then [instagram.com profile] sashagee got a break. But in the end, it was [livejournal.com profile] greyselke's daughters that came to the rescue--they, especially the older one, really took to Laila, holding her hands as she walked between them and arranging a nest where they all sat in each other's laps. Even though Laila couldn't talk to them very well, or maybe because she couldn't so she was pure cute. Regardless, they all had a lovely time in the Pleistocene megafauna section until it grew too late and we had to go home to put Laila to bed for her nap, with a promise to meet up again later in Andersonville.

Laila went to bed late but she woke up early, so when we texted [livejournal.com profile] greyselke's family they hadn't arrived yet. We got Laila changed and snacked and walked down to Andersonville, and after a brief pop into Ándale Market for the Carolyn's Krisps cookies that Laila tried and loved at the farmer's market a couple weeks ago, we entered the bookstore and were followed a couple minutes later by [livejournal.com profile] greyselke and company! We all hung out in the children's book section and [livejournal.com profile] greyselke's daughters read mostly quietly while Laila ran around trying to pull basically all the books off the shelves, and when the store had ten minutes to closing, [instagram.com profile] sashagee picked out a fold-open book for Laila and we bought it and went outside, followed a bit later by [livejournal.com profile] greyselke's family friend. His daughter and wife were going home to spend some time together but he came with us to dinner--technically, it was [instagram.com profile] sashagee and I coming with them to dinner--and they followed our suggestion of vegan tacos, especially because it was literally a block away. The only interruption to our meal came when Laila was being rambunctious and I offered to go take her outside so she could run around. [livejournal.com profile] greyselke's younger daughter immediately asked if she could come, and I said sure, and then her elder daughter asked if she could come, and, well, the more the merrier, so we all went outside and they ran around and played with gravel near the trees and held Laila's hands as they walked until we were told that the food had come. [livejournal.com profile] greyselke's younger daughter didn't originally want to go back, but food drew her in.

I got the vegan chimichanga and it was delicious. [livejournal.com profile] greyselke's older daughter got the enchiladas, but she wasn't a big fan of spicy food. Laila got a couple tacos, and a bunch of people got various flavors of horchata. We ate our food, and drank our dranks, and went out to ice cream afterwards and at last had to say goodbye. But we got [livejournal.com profile] greyselke's home address so we can at last send her nengajō and hopefully visit her in the future, and she told us if we go to Philadelphia to visit everyone (as we plan to do), to let her know.

Laila got hugs from [livejournal.com profile] greyselke's daughters. In the end, they really liked meeting her, and it was lovely to see them all too. Emoji ~ Cat smile

Waka Laka for Ōsaka

2023-Aug-02, Wednesday 14:51
dorchadas: (Chicago)
Last night I went to a welcome reception for the mayor of Ōsaka, here in Chicago to celebrate the fifty-year-anniversary of the sister city relationship between the two cities. Some people I knew from Anime Chicago invited me, and the last time I was in Ōsaka was a great time, so I signed up and showed up after work. The first forty-five minutes were just mingling and music, so we chatted while people slowly showed up, a step dance troupe performed, and we drank Suntory whiskey tonics and Old Fashioneds while the hors d'oeuvres people came around with hot dogs and veggie empanadas and chicken skewers and some kind of spicy beef thing where the spicy sauce was in a small bottle you were supposed to squeeze before eating it. Since there was a giant tray of cookies behind us, I stuck to the veggie empanadas, at least until the dinner buffet. The longest--really, only--line was for the sushi, but they also had deep-fried kushiyaki (chicken, onion, and zucchini), onokomiyaki, and burgers (more a piece of steak in a bun than a burger). I loaded up on sushi and kushiyaki and tried the okonomiyaki--Ōsaka-style, sadly--and then we waited for the program to begin.

Well, it turned out the program was pretty short. Japanese Consul-General 田島浩志 (Tajima Hiroshi) gave a short speech, the mayor of Chicago Brandon Johnson gave a short speech about how great Chicago is and also how great Ōsaka is, the mayor of Ōsaka 横山英幸 (Yokoyama Hideyuki) gave a short speech about how great Ōsaka is and also how great Chicago is, and then they re-signed the sister city agreement.

2023-08-01 - Sister City Osaka Chicago signing
You can probably tell who is who here.

That was basically it. There was a jazz performance, and then afterward we went over to the Chicago Athletic Club for drinks and I finally got home at 11:30 p.m. after fulfilling a shopping request from [instagram.com profile] sashagee. It was like the pre-Plague Year days for me. But I haven't seen Laila at all since Monday except when I checked in on her last night as she was sleeping, so I'll be very glad to see her today.

I was a little surprised the ceremony was so short. Since everyone was in suits and business casual attire was recommended--I should have remembered the definition of that is different in Japan vs in America--I figured a more extensive program was in order. Some short speeches and nice food and drink were much better, though, to be honest. And the mayor of Ōsaka's English was pretty good.

Mitsuwa Trip

2023-Jun-19, Monday 21:49
dorchadas: (Genbaku Park)
We had a lovely brunch with [instagram.com profile] dinaraua and went to baby Shabbat--which was more like baby playtime since the coordinator was on vacation--but this post isn't about that!

After [instagram.com profile] sashagee's parents came and picked up Laila and we finished up with brunch, we hopped on the bus and got home around 2 p.m. We had maybe 20 minutes or so to rest before we had to get out and walk to the bus. Originally, my idea for getting out to Arlington Heights was to go downtown and take the Union Pacific NW line. Then I discovered that there was a Clybourn stop, which would save us from having to take a trip downtown, and then when I put the directions in google again it turned out there was a stop at Jefferson Park, which is even easier to get to, so one quick walk and one late bus which retroactively obviated the need for a quick walk, we were on our way. We got to Jefferson Park with plenty of time, took the outbound platform, or what we thought was the outbound platform. There was no signage up on the platform, and my confusion was justified because multiple other people came up to us and asked us if we were on the to Chicago or from Chicago side. We were on the right side, though, and the train came right on time, we traveled for forty minutes, and then arrived in Arlington Heights.

Downtown Arlington Heights is extremely suburb, with a little district of 100% restaurants right in front of the train station. The streets were all pedestrianized as well, with seating taking up most of the sidewalks and the streets blocked off from cars, so we walked around for a few minutes while we waited for [facebook.com profile] maptekar and her boyfriend to arrive. It turned out they only live ten minutes away so we didn't have to wait very long, and when they arrived we went on another walk around. When we stopped at a map, I looked at the food listings since [instagram.com profile] sashagee was pretty thirsty and I noticed a place called "Mochinut." [instagram.com profile] sashagee has been watching a Youtuber lately called Kimono Mom, a former 舞妓 maiko trainee who now is has a daughter and does Japanese food content on Youtube, and she just recently had a video about mochi donuts! I suggested we go there and everyone agreed, and we walked through a few side streets to find it on the edge of the map. There were no matcha donuts, unfortunately, but there was an ube donut, so [instagram.com profile] sashagee got that and I got the honeydew donut. My donut tasted like a glazed donut, with a nice bit of mochi chewiness, but [instagram.com profile] sashagee's did have some ube sweetness in the frosting. Donuts done, we hopped in the car and drove to Mitsuwa

If you're not familiar, Mitsuwa is an American branch of a Japanese supermarket company. Most of their stores are on the west coast, but there's one here because Chicago has a Japanese consulate, so there is a large group of Japanese natives who only live in America for 2-5 years for their diplomatic postings. There's a Japanese-language newspaper, a school that uses the Japanese curriculum for diplomat and staff children, and Mitsuwa, which has a grocery store but also a bookstore, a food court, a bakery, and a hair salon. They used to have a travel agency--it's the travel agency my parents used when they came to visit us in Japan--but it doesn't seem like they have one there anymore. We have a lot of Asian grocery stores nearby us since Argyle Street (where a lot of Vietnamese people live) is within a couple miles, but there's some items they don't have. Mitsuwa does.

When we first walked in, [facebook.com profile] maptekar pointed out the Kinokuniya Bookstore on the left so that's the first place we went, since [instagram.com profile] sashagee wanted to get some stationary. They grabbed a book off the light novel shelf and asked me what it was and then to read the Japanese title: 地上最強の男:世界へのヘビー級チャンピオン列伝 (chijō saikyō no otoko: sekai e no hebī kyū chanpion retsuden, "The World's Strongest Men: Biographies of World Heavyweight Champions") while I tried not to listen in on the aisle next door. Someone had cornered a poor shop employee and was telling his tale of woe--it sounded like he had had a falling out with his Japanese wife and she had moved back to Japan with the kids, which basically means that he'll never seen them again. Japan has no laws about dual custody and barely any family law, and it's common even for divorced Japanese men to have no contact with their children, much less foreign men--ex-Prime Minister Koizumi Junichiro has no contact with his youngest son since he is divorced. I can see why the guy was talking to a book store employee about it, because the Japanese embassy won't help him and probably doesn't even see it as something that needs help. The kids are with their mother, so what's the problem, they would say. It would be too disruptive for them to change countries again. Time for him to move on.

I looked for a copy of ヨコハマ買い出し紀行 yokohama kaidashi kikō but didn't find it--no surprise, the last volume was published in 2006 so there's no reason they'd have it in stock--and [instagram.com profile] sashagee bought the English volume 2 of My Happy Marriage (the only one they had) and some thank-you cards that said "Thank you berry much" with art of blackberries and vines on them. Then we went over to the grocery store.

As I mentioned, we have a pretty good selection near us, so I was really only looking for things that we couldn't buy locally. We got shiso furikake and yuzu ponzu sauce almost right away, and in the snack aisle [instagram.com profile] sashagee found the rum raisin sandwich cookies that used to come in our Japanese snack box (and for one third the price that website is charging). The real excitement for me, though, came when I came around an aisle and saw that they had Hiroshima momiji manjū! They're the signature snack of Hiroshima Prefecture, maple-leaf shaped pastry with red bean inside, sold everywhere in Hiroshima and in a bewildering variety too. The best ones I've ever had were chocolate-coated and soaked in bourbon, and on Miyajima there are ones with apple or chocolate or custard filling, but even finding them in America is nigh-impossible. I guess you can order them on Amazon if you want to pay $5 per manjū instead of the $4 I paid for eight of them. That's only slightly more of a ripoff than the $30 that Amazon is trying to charge for 高野豆腐 (kōyadōfu, "freeze-dried tofu") but which Mitsuwa was selling for $2.39. [instagram.com profile] sashagee picked up some rice crackers and more cookies, a loaf of shokupan, mitarashi dango and a salmon riceball, and we finally went over to the alcohol section and she seized on a bottle of shiso umeshu. Then we checked out and hit up the food court.

Much of the food court was closed since it was almost the end of the day, but we slipped in just under the wire. [instagram.com profile] sashagee, [facebook.com profile] maptekar, and I went to a stall called Tokyo Shokudo that had a lot of standard-style Japanese food. I was drawn to the curry and I talked [facebook.com profile] maptekar into getting some too, but her boyfriend really wanted ramen and managed to get into Ramen Santōka as the very last order. By the time we sat down every stall in the food court had shut down and most of the people had emptied out, so right after we ate, we left and went back to the downtown near the train station.

It wasn't quite time for our train yet and [facebook.com profile] maptekar suggested getting a drink, but what we settled on was ice cream. We went to Kilwin's originally but while we were looking, the others all decided they'd rather get froyo, so w went to the other dessert place, which I just learned in looking it up is a local place called Berry Yo. They had the little sweetened mochi bits, which was all I really wanted. Then we went to the train station to wait for the train and...it never showed. Ten minutes after it was supposed to arrive, they made an announcement that the next train was coming in 57 minutes. Five minutes later, [facebook.com profile] maptekar offered to drive us home, and we took her up on her offer. They told us about their upcoming housewarming and we said we'd keep inviting them to Shabbat brunches, we went back to her boyfriend's house, changed cars, and she drove us home, ending the saga.

We'll be back. There were too many things there we just can't easily get anywhere else not to, and it was actually easier to get to than I expected. Other than the train snafu at the end, which we couldn't have predicted, and there's also a bus that's supposed to go right by Mitsuwa from Jefferson Park as well if we wanted to take that. We just need to figure out the schedules.

food pictures! )
dorchadas: (Baldur's Gate II)
Haven't used that icon in a while. I finished Shadows of Amn but I need to get back to Throne of Bhaal.

So in my constant jumping around from RPG project to project, I've recently been trying to modify True20 to fit my design sensibilities and am thinking about running a game in the grey box-era Forgotten Realms with it (1351 DR or so), and one of the things I'm running headlong into are the fundamental assumptions underpinning D&D religion. D&D has clerics, who are literally Bishop Odo and Bishop Tilpin crossed with Abraham Van Helsing. In original D&D a holy symbol was just a cross, and a lot of cleric spells replicate miracles from either Tanakh or the Christian Bible. A cleric is a devoted servant of their god, spreading the word and attempting to enact their god's agenda within the world. But this all takes place in an explicitly polytheistic worlds where each god has their own area of influence.

The devotion to a single god that shows up in official material, the way D&D religion is like thirty different monotheisms that all happen to be side-by-side, is one of the weirdest parts to me. I was telling [instagram.com profile] sashagee that you'll have the god of winter, who's all about freezing people to death and having wolves eat their crops, but then there'll be a temple of winter built in a market town, where every Sunday people come to hear winter sermons from the winter priest, who was appointed to his position by the local winter bishop. And the followers of winter wear furs even in summer to demonstrate their devotion, and maybe if there's a writer who's given enough word count they'll have some kind of Midwinter holiday celebration described. But why do people do this? What do they get out of it? What's so great about winter and in a polytheistic world why wouldn't you do what real-world polytheists do and consult specific gods for specific problems. Well, it's because the god of winter is the center of their devotion, right? They have faith.

And that's the problem. Faith, for the overwhelming majority of human history and for the majority of existing human religions, is secondary to practice. That's not to say it's pointless--Islam has the shahada and Judaism has Maimonides's "Thirteen Principles of Faith," for example--but especially in Forgotten Realms, the current official D&D setting, faith is the most important principle. The gods derive their power directly from the faith of their worshippers, which is why clerics go out and try to proselytize--gods who have no followers vanish. Faith is of ultimate importance.

In the real world, though, what usually matters is specific acts. In Roman state religion, the form of the rituals was of ultimate importance, to the point where a mistake made in the words recited invalidated the entire ritual. There's an elemental of this in Judaism as well, in the way we interpret the Third Commandment. Not taking G-d's name in vain does not mean not saying "G-d damn it," it means not using G-d's name heedlessly or frivolously, such as by prayers that are unnecessary or to no purpose, so there are entire lists of foods and what specific blessing they call for you don't use the wrong blessing and thus say G-d's name in vain.

Modern people often have a "try your best, G-d will understand" attitude about things, but that is not historical. The gods had expectations that things would be done a particular way, in the same way that if I went to see a performance of Hamlet I'd expect the "To be or not to be" speech to be in verbatim. The belief of the priest or the worshippers did not matter in the least. But there's little sense that D&D clerics really do any sort of rituals. There's no sacrifices, there might be daily prayers but it's often not clear, and while sometimes this is described I've rarely seen it actually portrayed. There are few strictures that don't relate to usable weapons and armor. Second edition had some of this with its specialty priests, but 5e doesn't have anything like that since clerics are divided by their granted domain, and there's nothing mechanically to differentiate one cleric with the Arcana domain from another. They aren't religions in the ancient sense. The religious duty of a cleric is turning undead and casting cure light wounds.

The other major Protestantism of D&D religion is how top-heavy it is. Protestant Christianity has the trinity and...well, that's it. Ancient religion was absolutely filled with a vibrant spiritual ecology, with gods of major concepts like "the ocean" or "the underworld" all the way down to gods of "the city I live in" or "the lake we fish from" or "my family" and basically everything smaller than a major concept is completely missing from D&D. What would have been ancient local gods, dryads and naiads and so on, are physical beings in D&D with stats who can be killed. There are no city gods the way that the Egyptian city of Thebes had Amun, Mut, and Khons as the gods of the city. There are barely any spirits at all as ancient people would have understood the term.

This means there are no gods whose area is limited. Ancient peoples believed that even powerful gods had geographic limitations to their power. You can clearly see this even in Tanakh:
"Meanwhile, the officials of the king of Aram advised him, “Their gods are gods of the hills. That is why they were too strong for us. But if we fight them on the plains, surely we will be stronger than they."
-1 Kings 20:23
The ancient idea of omnipotence was not the ability to do literally anything, it was the ability to exert power in all places, and this was not common. Gods were local and tribal. I know this is ignored so that clerics aren't stuck in a particular area and can travel to wherever the adventure is, but local deities is part of interesting local culture.

In Chiyoda, the local rice god Sanbai lives up on a mountain, and the point of the Mibu-no-Hanadaue festival is to alert him that the rice-planting has commenced and call him down from the mountain to assist. Official D&D does not have anything like this.

I get the sense that a lot of people aren't interested in it, though. They want D&D primarily for character drama and cultural exploration is low on their list, if it even exists. I'm reminded of this post I wrote from the author who thinks that picking a race in D&D should be like picking a Fortnite skin and they should all be completely interchangeable. That attitude is completely alien to me but it exists. The number of people interested in a more accurate depiction of ancient religion is always going to be smaller than the people who want to make a cleric of the God Of Granting Flamestrike 3x A Day.
dorchadas: (Chicago)
In a striking change to most years, the weather has not plunged like 30 degrees after the new year and the weather report even shows that it's above freezing for the next week! On the one hand it's nice to be walking to work and not have to button my coat--the universal sign that winter has arrived--but on the other hand a warm Chicago winter is not exactly an encouraging sign for the global temperature mean. Nonetheless, it's supposed to be 5°C today so maybe I'll take a walk along the river at lunch.

We finished all of our 年賀状 (nengajō, "New Year's Cards") this week--we were waiting on a few addresses. In Japan, 年賀状 are strictly formal without much personalization at all. They have a few set phrases offering good wishes for the new year, you stamp your personal seal on them by the dozen, and drop them in the mail. The mail carriers pick them up and hold them during the month of December and then deliver them in a blizzard--something like two billion 年賀状--on New Year's Day. They're premade and all you need to do was address them, and in past years that's mostly what I did, though I did translate the Japanese on them for the benefit of the mostly non-Japanese-speaking recipients. This year, [instagram.com profile] sashagee wanted the absolutely cutest 年賀状 out there, so I presented her with a few candidates and she went with this one:

Nengajou 2023

The year of the rabbit! It doesn't include the rest of the standard text, usually something like 旧年中は大変お世話になりました。今年も宜しくお願い致します。 ("You have been of great assistance to me in the last year and I look forward to our continued good relations in the new year"), but I suggested that we modify the tradition a bit and put photos on our family on it. I'm certainly never going to send anyone a Christmas card but there is social value in updating your friends on how your family looks, so I put a photo on there from our trip to the arboretum and [instagram.com profile] sashagee wrote a simple good wishes standard message (shades of the standard 年賀状). I ordered fifty of them and that's usually more than enough for my purposes but this year we ran out! Next year we'll have to order a hundred since we're sending 年賀状 to [instagram.com profile] sashagee's family and friends now which expands the circle of recipients by a lot. Next year, I'll be writing 年賀状 for a while at the end of December. At least two people working on them makes it faster.

I'm still working on my psychic powers mod for Cataclysm: Dark Days Ahead and last night I spent two hours trying to solve a problem. I decided to make the starting Teleporter profession an "Imperial Terran Navy Liaison," a psychic from an alternate dimension where Earth has an interstellar empire who got dumped on post-apocalyptic Cataclysm Earth after a jump drive accident, so I thought I would give them a hypertech gun that was standard issue in their home reality, balanced by virtue of never being able to reload it. Easy, I thought. Cue hours of "invalid ammo type" errors and me frantically scrolling through documentation, loading up a Teleporter and finding the ammo type was "0 Null", reading existing documentation and examples of guns and trying to figure out what was wrong, searching through the Discord and Reddit, the classic woes of computer programming. And sure, JSON doesn't involve math or formal logic, but it does involve proper semantics being extremely important, and something was missing.

In the end, I solved it by writing these four lines:
{
"type": "ammunition_type",
"id": "mom_fusion_ammo",
"name": "B47 fusion shot",
"default": "mom_fusion_ammo"
}

The problem was while I had defined the ITN B47 Fusion Pistol, and the magazine that goes in that pistol, and the physical ammo that's placed in that magazine, I hadn't made the definition of that physical ammo as an ammunition type--it was just an item with type AMMO, not an ammunition_type. Emoji Byoo dood As soon as I put in that extra definition, all the errors went away. At least for the other error I got (teleporter's "attune to location" ability not working) it was because I had assigned the same id to two different things. That ammo problem...ugh.

As my father often says, the more you know about computers, the more surprised you are they ever work.

Thanksgiving Week

2022-Nov-29, Tuesday 15:50
dorchadas: (Maedhros A King Is He (No Text))
Thanksgiving but JewishBack at the office now after a week off (and working from home yesterday). It's honestly been very rough, since [instagram.com profile] sashagee hurt her back on Monday and couldn't do much looking after Laila, or really much anything, at all, so she spent most of the week icing and heating her back and taking naps while I did the work of the home, cleaning up after Laila, taking her to the park during the sudden burst of warm weather--it had been below freezing but climbed back up to 12° during the day--until she was feeling better. On Wednesday my parents came over in the morning and we all went to the zoo on probably one of the last good weather days this year to go. Laila was more interested than the last time she went because the weather was warmer and so the animals were active, but she really got into watching the seals. One of them came right up to the glass and they were nose to nose for a bit, but the seal sadly swam away before my father could get a picture.

Thursday we woke up and took the train out for two days at the grandparents' houses, Thursday at [instagram.com profile] sashagee's parents and Friday at mine. I'm used to a standard turkey dinner at my parents' house, so Thanksgiving dinner was exotic--veggie lasagna and...well, that's mostly it. They also made ham (which I don't eat) and scalloped potatoes (which I don't care for), but fortunately lunch was the real star of the day. Whereas dinner was a bit simple, lunch had a vegetable platter, a cheese platter, smoked salmon, olives and an olive tapenade, grapes, and some pork product I don't recognize. A lot of it was left over from lunch, so I took olive tapenade and veggies with my lasagna and filled out my dinner with that. The best part for Laila other than seeing her family, though, was when bubble wrap was taped to the floor:



Friday we went to my parents' house for a more traditional Thanksgiving dinner with turkey, mashed potatoes, pie, stuffing, and all the stuff I've eaten every year for literally forty years. Hey, if it works, why change it? Emoji kawaii flower

Saturday after Shabbat ended we met [twitter.com profile] worldbshiny for frozen custard at Lickity Split, since it is the most wonderful time of the year--maple custard season. I got maple custard with crushed waffle cones and butterscotch and held Laila on my lap while [twitter.com profile] worldbshiny and [instagram.com profile] sashagee chatted, and this outing revealed that the time of us being able to just blithely bring Laila along to friends' events is slowly but inexorably marching toward its end--Laila used to be fine just hanging out on our laps, but now that's boring. When I was done with my custard Laila lost all the patience her little baby body could hold and started demanding to be let down, so I didn't really get to participate in most of the conversation because I was holding Laila's hands while she was marching around. I didn't mind because Laila is the cutest baby in the world, but also it would have been nice to talk to [twitter.com profile] worldbshiny more!

Going back to the office this week made me understand why so many parents are happy that the school year starts up again. I loved spending all that time with Laila but by necessity, all my time was time spent with Laila. Later in the week when [instagram.com profile] sashagee was feeling a little better I could redirect Laila if I had to do some dishes or clean a bit, but otherwise if I wanted to even go to the bathroom I had to put Laila in her crib because otherwise she'd wander off and get into things. This is, of course, why modern life for parents is so exhausting and alienating, because there's never a dull moment when there's a curious baby who wants to get into anything. [instagram.com profile] sashagee spent some time volunteering at a hospital in Ghana and told me that the women in the nearby villages had rotating care systems, where all the children would be watched by one person while the others worked or did chores and they'd switch off who looked after the children. The only thing similar we have is that both sets of grandparents live nearby, and they're generously willing to drive into the city to watch Laila when we ask. But it's no substitute for a community, and we have a society that's specifically built around destroying social bonds.

We still had Thanksgiving together with both families, though, so some traditions survive.

In a land long ago

2022-Nov-29, Tuesday 12:54
dorchadas: (Warcraft Temple of the Moon)
Sometimes I think about the story of the Good Samaritan and what percentage of Americans who learned that story don't realize that Samaritans are real and they could go and meet one.
dorchadas: (Mario SMB3 Boss Bass Eating Mario)
In the house of the king there are many secret rooms. And there are many secret keys used to unlock those rooms. But there is one key that can unlock all the rooms, and that key is an axe.

Fall is upon us

2022-Oct-21, Friday 14:23
dorchadas: (Autumn Leaves Tunnel)
There's a chill in the air and we've had to bring out the heavier coats. Right now it's 23°C and sunny outside but a couple nights ago it got down to 1°! This next week will be warmer but it's probably the last gasp of summer.

Last weekend we went out to visit my parents for dinner, since [instagram.com profile] wanderluster_kp was going to be in town and then gone for months, probably until April or June. It was basically like Thanksgiving, with a turkey and mashed potatoes and pie for dessert. We learned that Laila is truly my daughter, because just like me she hates mashed potatoes. Emoji embarrassed rub head When some of her other food fell into the mashed potatoes, she whined and tried to pick it out instead of just grabbing handfuls like she does with other foods. I hated (and still hate) mashed potatoes too and my parents told me they had never heard of a baby who didn't like them. Well, now there's two. Maybe it's genetic.

The other thing we did was take a trip to the Morton Arboretum, since the year is waning and there's not going to be many good weekends left that aren't too cold and have good leaves. It looks like we went just before the peak fall colors but the weather was lovely and I got a lot of nice photos, especially of the Human + Nature exhibit that [instagram.com profile] sashagee really wanted to see after missing the trolls. My favorite picture was taken by someone else for us, at the piece entitled "Basilica":

2022-10-15 - Human + Nature Basilica family photo


But I took quite a few more photos:

Arboretum trip photos )

Definitely know I'm getting older when I look forward to family trips to go leaf-viewing!

Monday evening was the beginning of שמחת תורה (Simchat Torah, "Celebration of the Torah"), the day when we finish the very last part of דברים (Devarim, "Words", Eng: Deuteronomy), and roll right through into the first part of בראשית (Bereshit, "In the beginning," Eng: Genesis), in an endless circle as we've done for thousands of years. Before that, though, is the singing and dancing. Some people hold Torah scrolls and rest of us dance in rings around them, and we did that this year too with the addition of a baby! I was a little worried that Laila would be scared or irritable, what with several hundred people packed into a room and a klezmer band playing while we danced, but she loved it. She was smiling and looking around and very happy for the first five הקפות(hakafot, "encirclements") and then she got very tired, so we left and took the bus and the L back home and put a sleepy baby to bed.

Laila did get to meet another Laila there, who was a month younger than her! Our Laila really wanted to give her a hug but other Laila was much more bothered by all the noise and people and didn't want to be touched. We definitely don't have a shy baby.

This was also the last weekend of the farmer's market. I got some more apples, pickles, eggs, and vegetables, ran into [facebook.com profile] aaronhparker and one of his friends, got more Sfera arancini for dinner and dealt with a mixup, and then went home.

Tonight, my parents are coming over to babysit and [instagram.com profile] sashagee and I are going to see Wardruna! I went with her to see KPop, so she's coming with me to see folk metal. Hopefully she likes it. Tomorrow, [twitter.com profile] meowtima is back in town for the first time after moving to Pittsburgh for work, so a few people are going to Indian food together. Then Sunday we'll be resting, because we'll probably need it.
dorchadas: (Pile of Dice)
That's how the joke goes, anyway.

Today I saw an article entitled Why race is still a problem in Dungeons and Dragons and I have some Thoughts since I'm doing my own heartbreaker at the moment.

My two coppers )
dorchadas: (JCDenton)
The subject line is a stretch, but it'll be memorable if I ever have to find this in the future.

There are two things of import that happened lately. The first is that I went through a racial equity training at work hosted by the Racial Equity Institute and strongly encouraged by management. I was pretty dubious of its worth going in, since implicit bias training doesn't work, but though they did touch on that in the beginning that's not actually what the class was about. It was simply informative about the way systems are set up to put white people on top, and how whiteness is implicitly cast as the default and everyone else is in some way a deviance from that. I already knew most of the information they presented about restrictive covenants, the racial wealth gap, and so on, but by their own admission many of my co-workers in the training did not, so hopefully opened their eyes to something that a lot of them had never had to think about before. I'm not sure it really needed sixteen hours--two full working days--of time, but it wasn't the pointless waste of time that I initially expected.

The only thing I really took issue with was their claim that the concept of race began when the white planter class needed to pit workers against each other in order to maintain economic dominance. It's all nice and progressive, but the first racist laws in recorded history were actually the Limpieza de Sangre laws in 15th century Spain targeting Jews and Muslims, and the concept of race is ancient--the Book of Gates in the time of Seti I in 1275 BCE depicts the four races of humanity: the Libyans, the Nubians, the Syrians, and the Egyptians. Inconvenient for their narrative, but history is rarely neat. Emoji Kawaii frog

The other major thing I did recently is that I ordered a new phone! I've had my iPhone 7 since the day it released, and since it had 256 gb I stopped doing yearly upgrades because I finally had enough space for everything. Well, I filled the whole phone up and now the battery is such that it goes from 100% to 20% while playing music on a 20-minute walk, so when the iPhone 12 came out this year I decided it was finally time to upgrade. It came on Friday with my information all set up on it, I moved my SIM information (or whatever) over and then copied the rest of my phone's data...which I should have done on Saturday, because I have gigs and gigs and gigs of music and I was up until almost 4 a.m.! [instagram.com profile] sashagee wandered in at one point because I hadn't come to bed and found me not playing games, not reading anything, just staring at the progress bar, willing it to move faster. It eventually completed without issue and the next morning I started trying to get used to how it worked.

I miss the button. Emoji dejected Now everything is done with swiping, but with different degrees of swiping, so I'm constantly swiping too much and closing my program instead of going to the app switcher. I need to find some kind of guide to all the functions I've missed, because I had my perfect phone and didn't pay attention to any new capabilities. My phone's at 55% and I haven't charged it since Friday night, though, so that's already a huge improvement over my old phone! I feel like I went from a stone tablet to a Star Trek data slate.

FaceID doesn't work with a mask, though, so the future isn't quite here yet.
dorchadas: (Warlords of the Mushroom Kingdom)
So over the weekend, a ton of Nintendo's historical prototypes were liberated. Luigi in Mario 64, the original more dinosaur-like Yoshi design from Super Mario World, early maps from Ocarina of Time, a Pokemon MMO, a possible sequel for Zelda 2 (😮), and even more.

I've already read a bunch of people rush to the defense of a billion-dollar corporation like it was their cousin, and while whoever leaked the info should have sanitized it--there's apparently some person diary entries mixed in among the sprite sheets and game dev tools--all I can think about is how quite possibly the most important video game company has an extensive catalog of its own history, preserved through the years even when projects are cancelled while other companies fail like how Blizzard lost the source code of Diablo II or Konami lost the source code to Silent Hill 2 and 3, and I think:

It belongs in a museum

It's all related to how so much of popular culture, the people and stories that we all know and reference every day of our lives, are owned by specific corporations and it's illegal to make new stories with them in a way that's totally unprecedented for most of human history. So I won't weep for Nintendo losing control of the history of some of the most important video games of all time. They belong in a museum.

And I really hope someone takes that Link sprite sheet and makes a new side-scroller Zelda game so I can play it. Emoji Link smilie
dorchadas: (Chicago)
My sister [instagram.com profile] wanderluster_kp came to visit this weekend!

She was originally going to come visit last weekend, but at the last minute she was on call and couldn't make it. She was going to come early on Friday to meet me right after work, but taking the day off turned into being stuck at work until 4 a.m. She's a veterinary surgeon, so almost all of what she does is surgery, and if there's an emergency, she'll get called in to operate, which means that even most of her free time is stuck waiting for her phone to ring and summon her in to work. She works like 80 hours a week and basically doesn't have a life outside of work, going to the gym, and sleeping, though she does get to travel internationally a few times a year (to go to veterinary conferences). That's why she's quitting and doing...something. She's not entirely sure yet, since she hated her first private practice job, and she currently hates her job at a veterinary school, so what's left?

Anyway, she got in late on Friday, so after I left services we met in Lakeview for dinner--it was Valentine's Day, but we found a Thai restaurant that wasn't too crowded after Strings had a giant line of people waiting to get in--and then I texted around to see who was free. [instagram.com profile] britshlez got back to me saying that her sister and her sister;s boyfriend might be coming up from the south side to go out and said we could over while we waited for them. We ended up hanging out and talking until 2:30 a.m. and her sister never showed up, which I guess is par for the course. We drank wine, and [instagram.com profile] wanderluster_kp talked about our family, and [instagram.com profile] wanderluster_kp told [instagram.com profile] britshlez about her work dilemmas, and then we called it in the early morning and went home, and I set up the couch bed for [instagram.com profile] wanderluster_kp and went to sleep.

I woke up at 10:30 a.m. the next morning, and apparently [instagram.com profile] wanderluster_kp woke up around the same time but kept drifting in and out of sleep. I guess I happened to catch her at all the wrong times, because I checked on her several times and every time she seemed to be fast asleep to me, only waking up at 1 p.m. That meant we missed the Chicago Folk Festival down in Hyde Park, so instead I made us breakfast and then we walked around Andersonville and looked at the shops--mostly antique shops, since I didn't want to bore her with shoe shopping or the other things I have to do, though I did go and buy more groceries at the Middle Eastern Grocery Store--went back home and ate dinner, and then came the time for the evening's entertainment.

I had originally planned to go with [twitter.com profile] liszante to Whisper House, a musical by Duncan Sheik, who I was only familiar with though his 90s hit Barely Breathing before. I knew that [twitter.com profile] lisekatevans had gone to see it and said she liked it when I asked her about it, so I suggested it to [twitter.com profile] liszante, and when [instagram.com profile] wanderluster_kp was going to be here I asked if it was okay that she came too. We arrived just barely in time thanks to my local Red Line stop being closed for repairs, but [twitter.com profile] liszante saved seats for us, so we sat down and the musical began.

It was...extremely odd. It was almost like there were two separate productions going on which had been uncomfortably smashed together. In one of them, a boy whose father had died in World War II and whose mother had suffered a nervous breakdown went to live with an aunt in a remote lighthouse in Maine. His aunt had a clubfoot and so had a Japanese handyman, and the boy--and some of the surrounding people--weren't happy about having one of "them" so close by, so the play was a story about prejudice, love crossing barriers, overcoming tragedy, and the way the past comes back to haunt you. In the other one, there were two singing ghosts who kept popping up to perform musical numbers like Better to Be Dead. They were kind of the narrators, if the narrator only talked about the emotional undercurrents of what was happening rather than a strict recounting of events.

It didn't quite cohere for me, though. Very occasionally the ghosts would speak, and very occasionally other people would sing, so the musical illusion--that this is a world where sometimes people just burst into song--never took hold. It was jarring when the ghosts spoke, and it was jarring when the others sang, and sometimes the ghosts would sing songs that weren't entirely relevant to what was happening on stage like The Tale of Solomon Snell. The singers were talented, and I liked all the ghost songs...and the actors playing the other characters were compelling. The stage was well-ordered and they maintained proper distance, so that even on a small stage, when they went back behind the pillars and across to the other side, it was obvious they were going to the bell house, or the basement, or were otherwise in a separate location even though the two stage sides were maybe two meters apart. But like I said, it was like two separate performances that just happened to be taking place on the same place. I had a nice time, but I don't know that I'd recommend it.

Afterwards we went out to Murasaki, a sake lounge in Streeterville, for their monthly City Pop night. Again I texted around and again no one could come, so [instagram.com profile] wanderluster_kp and I went and sat in the corner and each had one drink. I got a Minty Kiss, which both looked and tasted like mouthwash, and [instagram.com profile] wanderluster_kp got a gin and tonic, and then a second gin and tonic for free because they had used the wrong gin in the first one. She drank the second one, I drank my mouthwash, and then we went home and went to bed.

The next morning we woke up at a much reasonable time, and after I made Japanese breakfast, we walked down to Andersonville again and went to the Swedish-American Museum, which I wrote a bit about here a while ago. The permanent collection was the same, though this time there was an exhibit of photography by someone who went to the Chicago Botanic Garden! There were several pictures of trees and parts of the garden in fog that looked gorgeous, but I didn't take any pictures. I suggest you go see it while you can, if you're in Chicago--it will only take a bit.

We left the museum, walked across the street, and hopped on the Clark bus to head to Boystown for Milt's Barbecue for the Perplexed, which [instagram.com profile] wanderluster_kp, who has a mild dairy allergy, was extremely excited to go to because she could be sure they had no dairy on the premises. Unfortunately, while we were on our way, [twitter.com profile] lisekatevans texted me and told me that Milt's was closed for a private event. I asked her if there were anything nearby that was suitable, and of the choices she suggested, I picked Shiawase, a sushi restaurant, because it was at least likely to have little dairy. We sat down and talked a bunch about the show that [twitter.com profile] lisekatevans is in--she was rehearsing lines when we came in--and about [instagram.com profile] wanderluster_kp work woes while we ate bento box lunch specials, and then we all rode the bus back north so [twitter.com profile] lisekatevans could go to rehearsal and [instagram.com profile] wanderluster_kp could pack up and go home.

She told me she was meeting our parents at a truck stop so they could give her back the dog they've been taking care for a couple months, and that she suggested we all meet in the city for brunch, but they said, "We saw [personal profile] dorchadas last weekend," so Emoji Cute shrug

But I'm really glad that [instagram.com profile] wanderluster_kp came to visit! And hopefully next time she'll have more time then, and Milt's will be open, and more people will be free to meet up! And maybe she'll come in the summer or spring when the icy winter wind won't be blasting us into ice as we walk down the street. But even with the winter wind, it was a lovely time.
dorchadas: (Judaism Magen David)
Sunday was Tu B'Shevat (ט״ו בשבט, "The 15th of Shevat"), also called "The New Year of the Trees." In modern terms it's a lot like Arbor Day, with planting trees and thinking about environmentalism and conservation and so on, but originally it was for tax purposes--re: Leviticus 19:23-25, there needed to be a way to determine how old trees are, and so all trees are one year older on Tu B'Shevat. Religious communities in Israel (and probably elsewhere?) still uphold this law, but I don't own any fruit trees. However, five hundred years ago the kabbalists decided to model a Tu B'Shevat Seder on the Passover Seder, including four cups of wine, songs, and discussion of the multilayered nature of reality, and when I posted about how it might be too much kabbalah for people and my friends were all like "WHAT, MYSTICAL TREE SHIT!??" I decided to throw a Seder after all.

Here's the table setup:

2020-02-10 - 5780 Tu B'Shevat Seder Fruits
Divisions provided by Waddle Dee, Waddle Doo, and Kirby, in ascending order of spiritual elevation.

These four divisions represent the four levels of reality: עשיה Assiyah, יצירה Yetzirah, בריאה B'riyah, and אצילות Atzilut, respectively the worlds of Action (The physical world, the season of winter, the element of Earth, the concepts of groundedness and protection), of Emotion (The internal world of the heart, the season of spring, the element of Air, the concepts of growth, inspiration, and striving), of Thought (The internal world of the mind, the season of summer, the element of Water, the concepts of creation and independence), and of Spirit (The world of the soul, the season of autumn, the element of Fire, the concepts of completion and unity). Respectively, the fruit has a hard exterior but a soft interior, a soft exterior but a hard interior, a soft both interior and exterior, and does not exist--at the level Atzilut, no sustenance is needed because all is unified with Ein Sof (אין סוף, "Without End").

...and that's about the limit of my understanding, because I've done very little formal study of kabbalah and absolutely none in a religious context. Emoji embarrassed rub head So instead, a lot of what we talked about was the concepts of place and home. What does it mean to be home, can you have a community that doesn't have a location (physical or virtual) to gather, that sort of thing. We had repeatedly diversions into other content, puns based on bits of the haggadah, and at one point there was an extended Talmudic discussion until we realized that all the non-Jews in attendance were getting bored because they couldn't contribute--it started with [twitter.com profile] gothiklezmer bringing up how much of an asshole Rabbi Gamliel was based on a variety of things, but mostly on his behavior to his fellow rabbi who had to work for a living:
Rabbi Gamliel: "From the walls of your house it is apparent that you are a blacksmith"
Rabbi Yehoshua: "Woe unto a generation that you are its leader as you are unaware of the difficulties of Torah scholars, how they make a living and how they feed themselves."
and then when I heard about rabbis being dicks to each other, I asked if it was better or worse than the rabbi hiding under his mentor's bed and then criticized his mentor when he was having sex with his wife:
"Rav said to him: Kahana, you are here? Leave, as this is an undesirable mode of behavior. Rav Kahana said to him: It is Torah, and I must learn."
We had a great time talking about all of this, but I guess it sounds ridiculous if you don't have any background.

And then we ate! We didn't know the melodies to any of the songs, but [facebook.com profile] hillel.wayne led us in a slam poetry version of The Tree Song (actual melody within), and then I served dinner, which was mostly Israeli breakfast just like I ate with [instagram.com profile] thosesocks over Thanksgiving weekend. [twitter.com profile] gothiklezmer brought a fruit kugel and [twitter.com profile] meowtima made mango lassis, and people ate and told me how much they liked the food and how they had a wonderful time. Emoji Weeee smiling happy face

There was one other event that didn't get as big of a place as I would have liked. I saw an article on Twitter about a custom called Malida practiced by South Asian Jews, including an invitation for other Jews around the world to participate in order to spread their customs to Judaism as a whole. I'm definitely in favorite of diaspora diversity, so I ordered some poha and, after the Seder was over, I whipped up the dish:

2020-02-10 - 5780 Tu B'Shevat Seder Malida

It's supposed to look like Mount Sinai and due to the dish I put it in, it's buried under a mountain of fruit, but everyone who tried it liked it. It's a sweet rice dish, like a rice porridge but a little crunchy due to the rice not being boiled, and the fruit added some crunch as well.

There's a ceremony to go with it, but since we were done with the Seder before I made it (since I didn't have time to make it beforehand), and since I wasn't familiar with it, we didn't do it. Since it had prayers to Elijah, maybe we should have at least sung Eliyahu haNavi. More about the ceremony here.

The haggadah we used is online here, if you want to see it!

Chag Sameach, and happy New Year of the Trees!
dorchadas: (Cherry Blossoms)
Happy Setsubun! 鬼は~~外!福は~~内!

My weekend was taken up with other cultural celebrations, though.

新年快乐 🐭🧧 )

Date tonight with a tabletop RPG / theatre nerd, so we'll see how that goes. At least we'll theoretically have a lot to talk about?
dorchadas: (Autumn Leaves Tunnel)
A few months ago, [facebook.com profile] resurii reached out to me on a hunch and asked me if I had ever heard of a band called Heilung. I had not, but I went out to listen to a couple of their songs, then bought both of their albums, and then when the tickets went on sale I...missed out because I didn't expect them to sell out within two hours. But due to the massive response, the organizers moved the concert from the Vic (where Mishkan had its Yom Kippur services) to the Riviera, which was both closer to me and opened up more tickets, so I got one. And last night was the concert ritual.

2020-01-20 - Heilung opening
Wish I had a better phone camera for this, but.

We are all brothers )

Afterwards we all went out to Fat Cat on Broadway and got food and drinks, and I stayed and chatted until midnight. I was planning to go home and sleep and go then go into work a bit tired, but what actually happened was that I couldn't fall asleep until 2 a.m., I woke up repeatedly during the night with my throat clogged completely full, and when I woke up again at 5:45 a.m. almost an hour before my alarm, I called in sick. That ruined my plans to meet up with [facebook.com profile] resurii, [facebook.com profile] servermonk, [facebook.com profile] sam.florida, and [facebook.com profile] jenna.morgan.750 for lunch at Hanabusa cafe Emoji Extreme crying, but I need to rest and I don't want to get anyone else sick. So I'm staying home today, reading and drinking tea, and hopefully I'll be better tomorrow. 🧿

Hmm. Maybe it was the evil eye. 🧿🧿🧿

If Heilung tour near you, go see them! It's unforgettable.
dorchadas: (Warcraft Temple of the Moon)
I'm just going to cover a few things here:

Contains moments of life )

I'm incredibly tired today due to screwing up the laundry timing last night and not being able to put all the blankets back on the bed until 11:30 p.m., and even having done that I woke up during the night due to being too cold and needing to pull more blankets on. And then I woke up before my alarm, so while I wasn't completely exhausted, I still feel like there's a wall of cotton between the world and me. The last night I had to myself was the Sunday before last, so I'm looking forward to just doing nothing and going to bed earlier tonight.

Well, nothing other than chores, anyway. Let me tell you, it's garbage that you dust and things are clean and then more dust is there next time you look. Who made that legal? Emoji shaking fist
dorchadas: (Judaism Nes Gadol Haya Sham)
I refuse to spell it "Xanuqa" even though that was the second-most-popular spelling at my party.

Eight crazy nights )

Tonight I'm going over to [facebook.com profile] koppel's place to watch Zardoz, which I introduced to him at the quiet hangout I went to on the 25th, and which fired him up to get people together to watch it. It seems like a great way to usher out the old decade, with a bunch of ridiculous 70s imagery to purge all the venomous nonsense from the last year. And there was so much venom, but I feel like all the candle-lighting I've done lately has helped.

The year and the decade are almost gone. Let them go.
"Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die."
- Alfred Tennyson, Ring Out, Wild Bells
dorchadas: (Judaism Nes Gadol Haya Sham)
Lots of religion in this accounting of my life, and for once, it's not just Judaism!

Omurice and Chanukah Stories and Singing )

One more week of work and then I have two weeks off for the New Year! I'm really looking forward to having a long vacation. Maybe I'll even play a video game--it is time for me to finally get to Quest for Glory IV: Shadows of Darkness.

Daisho Con 2019

2019-Nov-24, Sunday 19:43
dorchadas: (Enter the Samurai)
An anime convention at a waterpark? At a waterpark resort? Really?

Yes, really. And it was great.

Thursday )

Friday )

Saturday )

Sunday )

I'm weirdly energized now, though I feel like I need to walk roughly a hundred miles because I'm full of alcohol and candy. I was worried about how much I would use either the con or the waterpark facilities, and I feel like I got my money's worth on both of them. I spent Friday at the waterpark, Saturday at the con, and a bunch of time at the villa. I didn't go to the rave, but you know, that's okay.

Looking forward to next year!

(Translator's note: I assume that the name Daisho comes from the 大小 daishō, the matched katana and wakizashi worn by samurai)
dorchadas: (Autumn Leaves Tunnel)
Came back from Galena on Monday. My Japanese tutor told me that Galena was a weird kind of tourist town that didn't seem entirely real--ディズニーっぽい dizunīppoi is the word she used, "Disneyified"--and that's definitely true. I described it on Instagram as an American's idea of a quaint European rural town scooped up and dropped in the middle of the Midwest, but it was a lot of fun. We went into town on Friday to shop, eat at a sushi restaurant, and visit a wine bar, and I can see why people think it's so charming. Though as my Japanese tutor suspected, it was mostly older white people. Or white families with children. That's who that particular version of small town idyllic life appeals to, in America at least,

I just wish it had been a little warmer. It snowed on Halloween and stayed cold basically all weekend, so most of what we did was hang out indoors and watch movies, play board games, cook, and drink. There was no leaf-viewing to be had other than what we could see as we walked around elsewhere, and going apple-picking was off the table too. I had a great time, though, and I'm glad I went. Emoji La

A bunch of my friends who went seem to have gotten sick, but I didn't. Yet. 🧿

I spent most of my Monday evening doing chores, laundry and shopping and food prep for the week, and then on Tuesday went back to work. On Tuesday evening after work I went to Japanese tutoring, ate a quick dinner at Panera, an then went over to Millennium Park to look at the leaves since I could see them from the window of the top floor. Joke's on me, though--thanks to the time change, it was far past dark when I made it there and the leaves were only visible in the light from the streetlamps. I'm going to have to go on a lunch break some time in the next couple of weeks, since winter has truly come to Chicago and temperatures are dropping below freezing starting tomorrow.

I took a great photo of the sunset as I crossed the Wabash bridge on the way to tutoring, though:

2019-11-05 - Sunset

After Millennium Park I went up to Fourth Presbyterian Church in response to [twitter.com profile] lisekatevans's invitation to attend a Michigan Avenue Forum discussion entitled "How Love for G-d Asks Us to Embrace Rather than Exclude Each Other" given by Cardinal Blase Cupich, archbishop of Chicago; Rabbi Wendi Geffen, senior rabbi at North Shore Congregation Israel; and Eboo Patel, founder of Interfaith Youth Core. I thought it was kind of mixed--they started off giving mostly what I would say are platitudes about our commonality and how we're all looking for the same thing, which I think is a major downside of a lot of interfaith discussion I've heard. A relatively small percentage of people disagree with wanting to get along with people of other religions, or working together for peace, or similar broad goals. It's the details where problems occur.

However, after that intro things got better during the question segment. I liked when each participant talked about specific components of their faiths that led them toward interfaith cooperation, like when Rabbi Geffen mentioned the midrash about Hagar and the well (Genesis 21:19) that the well was there the whole time, but Hagar hadn't seen it due to her fear and grief; or when Patel talked about how Waraqa ibn Nawfal, a Christian priest, was the first person to believe that Muhammad had actually received a revelation. More of that and less "What if we all were nice to each other" would have made an even better discussion, but as it was, I came away happy I went but slightly disappointed with the content.

Fourth Presbyterian has a really beautiful interior, though.

I haven't played a single video game for almost three weeks now and I really have no strong desire to even now, which is weird to me. This is the longest period I've gone without playing anything in...maybe decades? And I have mostly a clear night tonight, but I think I'm going to read instead? I don't know. It's not a good or a bad thing, it's just a thing. I'm sure I'll feel the desire to play more games later, once I'm feeling less behind on other things.

On the other hand, that does make me wonder how much video games were a coping mechanism papering over not dealing with things. I know it's more than zero.

Jewish goth aesthetic

2019-Oct-02, Wednesday 12:46
dorchadas: (Judaism Yahrzeit Candle)
I've been thinking lately about trying to spin my usually goth/cyberpunk aesthetic in a more Jewish direction and wondering what exactly that entails. Just yesterday I ordered this necklace, and I thought, what else would fall under "Jewish goth"? Traditional goth stylings are about transgression, but usually with a very Christian or pagan spin--funeral veils, upside-down crosses or pentagrams, Norse runes, etc. How to do that with Jewish iconography?

So here's some thoughts:
  • Ravens: Ravens are treif, obviously, but there's more than that. Noah sent out a raven first when the waters were receding, and then was forced to send out a dove when the raven never returned (Genesis 8:7). Midrash states that this was because the raven spent the whole time eating the corpses of the dead, which, metal. 🤘🏻 The ravens also brought food and drink to Elijah in the wilderness (1 Kings 17:6), indicating they are companions of the outcast, the voices in the wilderness.

  • Fringed Shawls: I'm thinking black, or black and white, or black and dark blue, with a fringe on the end to evoke the tallit.

  • Torn Clothing: In addition to the association with decay, this is explicitly funereal in Judaism. It's traditional to rend your clothing (קריעה keriah) on hearing of a death, dating back to Tanakh (Genesis 37:34, II Samuel 1:11), so wearing torn clothing all the time would indicate that death is always on your mind.

  • The Moon: Night, obviously, but the sages also wrote that the moon and sun were originally of equal stature and size, but the moon complained to G-d about not being given a pre-eminent place. For her hubris, she was demoted to the lesser of the two, but provided with the stars as a slight compensation (Chullin 60b). Again, outcast, associated with night. There's some traditions that associate the moon with sin and redemption as well--it waxes and wanes just as people commit transgressions and then atone.

  • Owls: Owls are associated with Lilith, visible in Isaiah 34:14 where the word variously translated as "night creature," "night bird," or "screech owl" is לילית lilit, "Lilith." The name Lilith itself is cognate with the word לילה laylah, "Night." Lilith has a lot of transgressive associations--she was Adam's first wife but refused to submit to him, she flies through the night attacking children in vengeance for G-d's slaying of her own children, and chose exile and the power of night over a diminished place in the hierarchy.

  • Biblical Quotes: A lot of quotes from Tanakh are extremely goth. Take Isaiah 64:6:
    All of us have become like one who is unclean,
    and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags;
    we all shrivel up like a leaf,
    and like the wind our sins sweep us away.
    I'd definitely get that in Hebrew on a shawl or clothing somewhere. Pick something appropriate about mourning (Psalm 137), blood (Deuteronomy 12:23), vengeance (Jeremiah 46:10), bitterness and sorrow (Job 10), desolation (Lamentations 1), or death (Ecclesiastes 8:8) and go to town.

  • Candles: I mean, we light candles at sundown, drink wine, and eat bread and salt every Friday. That's already pretty goth--it's not really much of a stretch.

  • The Evil Eye: The hamsa is a common Middle Eastern symbol to ward off the Evil Eye, and you can still find older people who say kein ayin hara after complimenting someone in order to prevent the Evil Eye from falling on the focus of their compliments. I'm envisioning something like a Nazar amulet, but cracked, or with a red eye instead of blue, or one that's crying.

    I should say that I honestly wouldn't be comfortable doing this one Emoji embarrassed rub head, but it certainly fits. I'd be more likely to wear a hamsa straight, which evokes the kind of spooky supernatural aesthetic a lot of goths like (at least in America--they're everyday items in Israel) without explicitly inviting bad luck on yourself. I've thought about getting gloves with hamsas on the back. Someday.

  • The Seal of Solomon: By this I mean the six-pointed star versions, not the later versions by Christian writers. The main distinguishing point from the Magen David is that the Seal of Solomon has interlaced triangles (in order to confuse demons), whereas the Magen David has overlapping triangles--at least in the past, though that distinction isn't really followed anymore. Even a Magen David can work if it's a little different--I have one that's done in Celtic-style interwoven knotwork, and I found this design modeled after bones with a bit of searching.

  • Layers: I'm thinking here of reinterpreted tzniut, the way there's a lot of Victorian fashion among goths. Something like dark mori would work for women--no one could say that someone wearing a long skirt, stockings, boots, a blouse, a cardigan, a shawl, and gloves was dressed immodestly. For men it's a little harder, but still possible.

  • Serpents: The serpent of Genesis 3 is the obvious inspiration here. It specifically says that the serpent is more crafty than any other creature, but there's no real motivation for its discussion with Eve given. Or is there? Genesis 2 says that after G-d said Adam needed a companion that the beasts of the field and the birds of the sky were brought to him, and only when none of them were found suitable did G-d make Eve. So the serpent was jealous--and possibly, according to the sages, asking a question: "What makes you so different from us, that none of us were suitable as a companion for you? Are you so far above us? What is the line between us that neither of us can cross?"

    Plus, the serpent was right. Eve says that if she eats the fruit she will die, and the serpent says that no, her eyes will open and she'll gain wisdom. Secret wisdom, forbidden truths, knowledge that other people shy away from--those are goth. (suggested by [twitter.com profile] gothiklezmer)
More as I think of them.

I do a bunch of this already. I ordered that raven skull necklace, I have a knotwork Magen David, I have a black scarf with ragged edges that's tallit-sized, and I layer clothing all the time. And speaking of torn clothing, some of my clothing has rents incorporated into the designs, so that I've worn four layers and still had skin that wasn't my hands or face exposed to the cold. I have a ring with the first part of the Shema on it. But just in writing this down, I've already thought of a few more ideas. 🖤

Final note: I flopped back and forth between and for the icon, but eventually I had to go with the Yahrzeit candle.

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