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badly_knitted ([personal profile] badly_knitted) wrote2025-11-17 04:46 pm

Ficlet: Childhood Ambitions

 


Title: Childhood Ambitions
Author: 
[personal profile] badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 767
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack and Ianto are finally on their first official date.
Written For: 
[personal profile] scifirenegade’s prompt ‘Any, any canon adult, what they wanted to be when they grew up’, at [community profile] threesentenceficathon.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
 
 



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osprey_archer ([personal profile] osprey_archer) wrote2025-11-17 11:07 am

Newbery Books with Jewish Themes

I figured some of you would be interested in Newbery books with Jewish themes, so I’ve made a list. (As usual, it’s entirely possible I’ve forgotten some, since I’ve been reading this books for nigh on thirty years.)

1931: Agnes Hewes’ Spice and the Devil’s Cave. A kindly older Jewish couple help matchmake our hero and heroine and also lend money to the king of Portugal for voyages of exploration. (The modern reader may have a low opinion of voyages of exploration, but in Hewes’ eyes these are very much a Good Thing.) The entire Jewish community gets kicked unjustly out of Portugal.

1941. Kate Seredy’s The Singing Tree features not only a kindly Jewish shopkeeper but an extended musing on how Hungary was formed when everyone - Hungarian landowners, Jewish shopkeepers, some third group that I’m forgetting right now - came together as one. This is a building block toward the book’s central theme: not only are all the people of Hungary one, but in fact all human beings on this earth are one, and therefore can’t we stop tormenting each other with the horrors of war? (A cri de coeur in 1941.)

Then a trifecta of short story collections, written in Yiddish by Isaac Bashevis Singer and then translated into English: Zlateh the Goat and Other Stories (1967), The Fearsome Inn (1968) (actually a short story made into a picture book), and When Schlemiel Went to Warsaw and Other Stories (1969). Stories of eastern European Jewish life, often very funny or with a supernatural twist.

Then in 1970, the Newbery committee followed this up with Sulamith Ish-kashor’s Our Eddie (Jewish life in the Lower East Side in the 1900s) AND Johanna Reiss’s hiding-from-the-Nazis memoir The Upstairs Room. Another Holocaust memoir followed in 1982: Aranka Siegal’s Upon the Head of the Goat: A Childhood in Hungary 1939-1944.

2008: Laura Amy Schlitz’s Good Masters! Sweet Ladies!: Voices from a Medieval Village is a series of poetic monologues told by different members of a medieval village, including a Jewish child.

2017: In Adam Gidwitz’s The Inquisitor’s Tale: Or, The Three Magical Children and Their Holy Dog, the narration rotates between the three magical children, one of whom is Jewish. (I would be remiss if I didn’t take this opportunity to plug Gidwitz’s Max in the House of Spies and Max in the Land of Lies, even though they’re not Newbery books. Yet. Max in the Land of Lies is eligible for 2026! Just putting that out there, Newbery committee!

Most recently, Ruth Behar’s 2025 Across So Many Seas is a generational saga of a Sephardic Jewish family, based loosely on Behar’s own family history. The story begins in the 1400s when the family is forced to leave Spain, then continues in the 1900s when a daughter of the family emigrates to Cuba for an arranged marriage. (Behar based this section on her own grandmother’s story, which she recounts in the afterword. The real story seems much more romantic than the tale Behar told to tell instead, which is such a strange choice.) Her daughter becomes a brigadista teaching peasants how to read until she emigrates to the US, and then her daughter vacations in Spain which the family was forced to flee so many generations before.

Edited to add: [personal profile] landofnowhere pointed out that I forgot Lois Lowry's Number the Stars, which is both embarrassing and inexplicable because I read that approximately 500 times as a child, and have reread it at least twice as an adult.

And also E. L. Konigsburg's The View from Saturday, but that one is much less embarrassing, as I read that book once and remember nothing except the fact that I didn't understand any of it. (And also during the quiz bowl at the end, the judges would allow posh to count as an acronym, but not tip. Why did this stick with me? The human mind is a mystery.)
Atlas Obscura - Latest Places ([syndicated profile] atlas_obscura_places_feed) wrote2025-11-17 11:00 am

Monument als Castellers in Tarragona, Spain

In the plazas of Catalonia, a centuries-old tradition continues to defy gravity and unite communities: the castells, or human towers. These awe-inspiring structures—reaching up to ten levels high—are built not with scaffolding or steel, but with the synchronized strength of people climbing atop one another, forming a living monument to balance, teamwork, and daring. Declared a UNESCO Masterpiece of the Oral and Intangible Heritage of Humanity in 2010, castells remain a vital part of Catalan cultural identity.

While the tradition is practiced across the region, the city of Tarragona holds a special place in its history. Every two years, thousands gather in its grand Tarraco Arena Plaça for the Concurs de Castells, the most prestigious human tower competition in the world. Teams—called colles—train year-round to perfect their technique, hoping to achieve the elusive tres de deu amb folre i manilles, a ten-level tower requiring extraordinary coordination and courage.

In Tarragona, castells are more than a spectacle—they're part of the city’s heartbeat. The tradition is deeply woven into local festivals, schools, and neighborhoods, bringing together people of all ages, from toddlers who climb to the top as the agile enxaneta, to seasoned veterans forming the sturdy base. The communal spirit behind each tower is a reflection of Catalonia’s resilience and solidarity.

At the center of Rambla Nova, Tarragona’s main boulevard, stands a striking tribute to this tradition: a bronze monument capturing a frozen moment of ascent. Created by artist Francesc Anglès in 1999, the sculpture immortalizes the unity and tension of a castell that has just been crowned. Look closely and you’ll see individual expressions rendered in vivid detail—straining muscles, clasped hands, and upward gazes—each one part of a collective reaching higher, together.

Atlas Obscura - Latest Places ([syndicated profile] atlas_obscura_places_feed) wrote2025-11-17 10:00 am

Elephant House in Toronto, Ontario

Embedded within a residential zone of Toronto’s Christie Pits area, a full-scale African elephant sculpture has been strategically positioned in the front yard of a standard brick dwelling. Constructed from fiberglass and measuring approximately 9.5 feet in height, this installation has produced notable behavioral responses among pedestrians and motorists, including visual double-takes and hesitation, indicative of its high-impact presence within the local environment. Over time, it has evolved into an unofficial landmark with significant recognition among area residents.

The distinguishing feature of this installation lies not solely in its dimensions or context, but in its sheer incongruity within the urban landscape. There is a deliberate absence of interpretive signage, guided explanations, or commercial elements. The juxtaposition is immediate: a series of uniform residential facades interrupted by an anomalous, hyper-realistic pachyderm. Such an abrupt visual anomaly is statistically rare in metropolitan settings characterized by architectural homogeneity.

Originating as an art school project in the late 1990s, the elephant was relocated to its current site in 2003, where it has since remained stationary, effectively serving as a static sentinel on Yarmouth Road. The sculpture is not enclosed or otherwise inaccessible, permitting unrestricted visual engagement by the public—rendering the location an informal, open-air exhibit.

Historically, the installation included supplementary components—specifically, concrete sheep and a bronze red herring—though these have since been removed, resulting in the elephant’s solitary presence. This reduction arguably intensifies the symbolic impact and the interpretive ambiguity of the piece.

In summary, this object functions not merely as public art but as a persistent stimulus for inquiry and social interaction within its community. It exemplifies the potential for unexpected, site-specific installations to disrupt routine visual experiences and catalyze public dialogue, serving as empirical evidence that urban environments can accommodate elements of unpredictability and whimsy.

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Larry Hammer ([personal profile] larryhammer) wrote2025-11-17 08:12 am
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“the black queen chants a funeral march/cracked brass bells will ring/to summon back the fire witch”

For Poetry Monday:

War Is Kind, Stephen Crane

Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the affrighted steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
War is kind.

    Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment,
    Little souls who thirst for fight,
    These men were born to drill and die.
    The unexplained glory flies above them,
    Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom—
    A field where a thousand corpses lie.

Do not weep, babe, for war is kind.
Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches,
Raged at his breast, gulped and died,
Do not weep.
War is kind.

    Swift, blazing flag of the regiment,
    Eagle with crest of red and gold,
    These men were born to drill and die.
    Point for them the virtue of slaughter,
    Make plain to them the excellence of killing
    And a field where a thousand corpses lie.

Mother whose heart hung humble as a button
On the bright splendid shroud of your son,
Do not weep.
War is kind.


Crane knew how to write creepy af.

---L.

Subject quote from The Court of the Crimson King, King Crimson.
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Kalloway ([personal profile] kalloway) wrote in [community profile] readingtogether2025-11-17 09:53 am

November Group Read Check-In 2

I'm just going to wander in a bit late and without pizza. Sorry about that! How goes the reading?
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malada ([personal profile] malada) wrote2025-11-17 09:43 am

Sleep schedule in retirement

My alarm clock is OFF. Life is good.

My sleep schedule is still a mess. I have a hard wake up at 5 AM - which I've had for many years. I've decide to get up, get breakfast, do laundry if needed then go back to bed.

*Falling* asleep is still an issue.

But I've got plenty to do. Some things I initial don't want to do until I start in on them, then thing go well. Writing, making music, doing my YouTube videos - the initial ramp up is hard (because I'd rather lie around and read) but once I start I can flow.

I have to do adulting today - checking my retirement accounts. I prefer a hands off approach - have a general scheme and let my paid professionals worry about the details. I've got a meeting with them this week so I'd best be prepared. Changes will probably have to be made so I'd best be aware of things before I walk in.

Stay warm folks and release the Epstein Files.
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reclamation ([personal profile] sodomhipped) wrote2025-11-18 09:39 am

dust and memories [The Outsiders; Darry & Sodapop & Ponyboy; Gen]

Title: dust and memories [or read on Ao3]

Fandom: The Outsiders

Pairing: Darry & Sodapop & Ponyboy

Characters: Darry

Rating: Gen

Warning: None

Tags: Post-canon, Boy of the Year Darry Curtis, Grief (sort of), Character Study

Event: The Outsiders Week on Tumblr & Ao3

Summary:

A cloud of dust comes down on Darry when he pulls the cord that lowers the ladder to the attic crawl space. He spends the next few minutes blindly hanging onto a rung as he coughs until his lungs rattle and blinks the grime out of his watering eyes.

“Jesus H. Christ,” he hisses, even though there’s no one in the house to hear his complaint.

『Or, Darry goes through some old boxes.』

Read more... )
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ice cream ([personal profile] bluedreaming) wrote2025-11-17 08:16 am
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a fun post about starting with ao3 (or not) for ao3’s anniversary

[personal profile] author_by_night shared a fun talk post on [community profile] fictional_fans:
Were you an early adopter, or did it take you a while to start posting? Were you writing fanfic elsewhere at the time, or were you not into fic yet? How has your writing changed since the first fic you posted? Do you even use Ao3 now, or do you post somewhere else?

It was fun thinking of a response, especially since I recently did so much spreadsheet work for my own fics. Lots of interesting responses to read!
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it only hurts when i breathe ([personal profile] spikedluv) wrote2025-11-17 09:08 am

Monday [Fandom] Madness! The Hallmark Christmas Movies the Second Edition

I DVR’d and watched some more Hallmark Christmas movies since the last post; some were okay, but some were pretty good.


1. Believe in Christmas: This movie was cute, but I don’t have any interest in watching it again. I only DVR’d it because John Reardon and Megan Ory where in it. I liked the friendship between Beatrice and Emelia. I also thought it was neat that Kevin Hanchard (who plays Superintendent Joe Donovan on Hudson & Rex) was also in the movie. The ‘miscommunication’ bit is my least favorite of every Hallmark movie, especially when the miscommunication is brought on by something really stupid, but at least this one was resolved quickly. I did shake my head when Beatrice found the angel that had been missing for five years under a piece of furniture, as if the owners of a B&B haven’t vacuumed under that piece of furniture in five years. o_O


4 more back here )
Atlas Obscura - Latest Places ([syndicated profile] atlas_obscura_places_feed) wrote2025-11-17 09:00 am

'Copii pe bancă' ('Children on a Bench') in Chișinău, Moldova

In central Chișinău, two bronze children sit side by side on a bench, caught in a moment of innocent curiosity. The boy points excitedly toward a rooftop where a group of bronze animals—a cat ready to pounce and pigeons fluttering just out of reach—belong to the same sculpture group and could be easily missed without his gesture. Though many people call it the Cat Chasing Pigeons Sculpture, its real name is Copii pe bancă—Children on a Bench.

The artist behind the sculpture is Veaceslav Jiglițchi, who was made an honorary citizen of the Moldovan capital for his work around the city. He makes the figures look real but adds a playful, slightly kitschy touch. They feel like characters from a storybook, which makes people want to sit down and be part of the scene. This mix of real and fun is why locals like the sculpture so much.

The city hasn’t had an easy history—war, earthquakes, and years of tight budgets have left their mark. It’s not a place people usually call beautiful. Lately, though, local leaders have been adding public art to brighten things up and give residents something to connect with. Copii pe bancă is part of that effort, bringing a small moment of warmth and playfulness to a community still working on its future.

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it only hurts when i breathe ([personal profile] spikedluv) wrote2025-11-17 08:34 am

The Day in Spikedluv (Sunday, Nov 16)

I did two loads of laundry, hand-washed dishes, ran a load in the dishwasher, went for a couple walks with Pip and the dogs, clipped Pip’s hair, cut up chicken for the dogs' meals, changed kitty litter, and showered.

I finally finished a book! It’s been so long since I’ve managed this feat. It feels like quite an accomplishment. I watched a Hallmark Christmas movie. I had the Bills game on background in the afternoon and Zoo Tampa in the evening. (The Bills game was nerve-wracking as the teams alternately scored, but exciting when it became clear that the Bills were going to pull out the win, lol!)

Temps started out at 48.7(F) and dropped to 38.5 over the next few hours. During the middle of the day temps hovered around 40 while the weather itself was volatile and weird: rain, hail, snow, sun, hail again, more snow, more sun, more snow and through it all windy like crazy! Each time the snow moved in again, Pip would say, here comes another wall of snow! Temps started dropping again mid-afternoon.


Mom Update:

I don't have much. Mom sounded good today. Sister S stopped in to see her. She didn’t have any issues with eating (that she told me about). She watched some Hallmark.
Atlas Obscura - Latest Places ([syndicated profile] atlas_obscura_places_feed) wrote2025-11-17 08:00 am

Equestrian Statue of Viscount Gough in Chillingham, England

Equestrian Statue of Viscount Gough

In the grounds of Chillingham Castle lies an intriguing sight. An equestrian statue, complete with plinth. It's a sight that is sure to raise questions. Who is it? Why is it here? The answers are both interesting and unexpected.

The statue is of Field Marshal Hugh Gough, Lord Gough, a noted officer in the British army whose service lasted over half a century. Born near Limerick in 1779, he joined the army as a teenager. After fighting in the Peninsular War, serving with Wellington and being twice wounded, he travelled to India in 1837. When the First Opium War broke out in 1839, he was chosen to command the British forces in China. Appointed Commander-in-Chief of the forces in India in 1843, he saw active service in the Anglo-Sikh Wars. Becoming Viscount Gough in 1849, he left active service later that year. He was promoted to Field Marshal in 1862, and died in 1869, aged 89.

A statue was first proposed as early as 1869, eventually being placed in Phoenix Park in 1878, sculpted by John Henry Foley, also known for his statues of Daniel O'Connell on Dublin and of Prince Albert in London's Albert Memorial. After Ireland gained its independence in the 1920s, statues of figures like Gough were destroyed/removed. After past attempts damaged the statue, in 1957, a blast destroyed it, and for nearly 30 years was kept in storage. A charming 1967 RTÉ news report shows footage of Gough in his sorry state being kept company by a statue of Queen Victoria, now located over 10,000 miles (17,000km) away in Sydney, Australia, and Lord Carlisle, who now resides in the gardens of Castle Howard in Yorkshire.

Sold to Robert Guinness in 1986, two years later the statue came into the possession of architecture and antiques expert Sir Humphry Wakefield, who embarked on a painstaking effort to restore it to its former glory, which was successful. In 1990 he had Gough relocated to his home at Chillingham Castle, complete once again.