kindkit: A late-Victorian futuristic zeppelin. (Airship)
This list includes all of my posted fanfiction, apart from unfinished things and a few short pieces that I never even gave titles to. Most of these links go to An Archive of Our Own; a few go to DreamWidth posts and a few to LiveJournal.

Within each category, stories are listed in reverse chronological order with the most recent at the top. I've included only the title and main characters here; see the header of each story for rating, any warnings, etc. Generally speaking, the first character listed is the POV character.

Please let me know if there are any problems with the links.

2013 Addendum: This post is no longer being updated. All of my newer stories and most of my old ones can be found at An Archive of Our Own, which has handy search features. They're also still being posted here on DW and you can find them using my tags.



Blake's 7 )

Buffy the Vampire Slayer )

Colditz )

Discworld )

Doctor Who )

due South )

Harry Potter )

Simon Pegg and/or Nick Frost fandoms )

Tintin )

Top Gear RPF )

Torchwood )

X-Men Universe )

Other Fandoms )
kindkit: A late-Victorian futuristic zeppelin. (Airship)
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kindkit: Rupert Giles drinking a mug of tea and reading (Buffy: Giles and tea)
Something I've cooked recently: Since the election it's been all about the comfort food. Yesterday I cooked polenta with a creamy mushroom sauce, and today I made a mediterranean-ish soup (beef stock, tomatoes, onion, lots of garlic, a little barley, a little kasha, zucchini, spinach, chickpeas, and small meatballs made of ground beef and grated onion; bay leaf and a bit of Greek oregano for seasoning; a squeeze of lemon and a little crumbled feta cheese to finish). It was very loosely based on a recipe from Jerusalem by Yotami Ottolenghi and Samir Tamimi, and it was yummy.


Something I have concrete plans to cook soon: oden, the Japanese fish and tofu stew. I adore it but don't make it often because the ingredients are costly, even if you cheat like I do and mostly buy the less expensive fish cakes and tofu products manufactured elsewhere in Asia, rather than the authentic Japanese ones. But when I was in Albuquerque on Friday, the siren song of the big international grocery lured me in, and I bought some fried tofu and several kinds of fish balls, and proper Japanese kamaboko (a sort of shaped fish loaf) and konnyaku (a sort of extremely firm flavorless jelly/jello made from taro root--it doesn't taste like much but you can form it into cool looking twists). I'll add in some daikon, some boiled eggs (the eggs are the best part of oden!), and maybe, inauthentically as far as I know, some fresh squid. Normally oden is eaten with rice but I confess that I often eat it with soba noodles instead. I think the earthiness of soba is a great match for oden. Apologies if I have just horrified any Japanese people or connoisseurs of pure Japanese cuisine.


Something I have vague plans to cook eventually: I'm supposed to bring a pie to a friend's house for Thanksgiving, but not a pumpkin pie because the friend's making that one herself. I think I'm going to go for a chocolate and orange marmalade tart that I found in one of my cookbooks. Almost everybody loves chocolate, and the recipe is easy but not uninteresting since it calls for you to make your own marmalde filling.
kindkit: A late-Victorian futuristic zeppelin. (Airship)
I didn't cry about the election.

Well, not until I watched this. From Saturday Night Live, of all places.
kindkit: A late-Victorian futuristic zeppelin. (Airship)
Has anybody seen hard data on whether, and to what degree, low-income white voters went for Trump? I've found lots of statistics broken down by race, education, income, etc., and some combined data (race + education or race + sex), but I haven't seen race + income anywhere.

The stereotype is that Trump's base was poor and working class whites, but other statistics do not seem to bear this out: a significant majority of people with incomes under $50,000 voted for Clinton. But I'd like to see those numbers broken down by race. (There's also a weird demographic twist where the less education a voter--especially a white voter--had, the more like s/he was to vote Trump. But the income figures are basically the opposite, and I'm wondering who all these less-educated rich people are.)
kindkit: John Constantine dreaming of the end of the world (Hellblazer: Constantine dreams the apoca)
President Trump.

President Trump.

How the fuck did this even happen? How could half the country be willing to vote for a megalomaniacal racist, misogynist, and avowed sexual assaulter of women?

I mean, I know that a disturbingly large number of people voted for him because of that stuff. See also: basket of deplorables.

But I can't imagine what was in the minds of the people who voted for him despite it.
kindkit: Second Doctor looking throughtful. (Doctor Who: Second Doctor thoughtful)
I'm trying again to use Facebook to keep in touch with people. Which is to say, I'm trying to make my affection for the people overpower my hatred for the cluttered, unintuitive, inconvenient interface.

But please tell me, o knowledgeable Facebook users: is there really no way to limit your news feed to posts by your friends, instead of getting a post ever damn time a friend "likes" something or comments on something? I only have about 30 Facebook friends and already the signal-to-noise ratio on my news feed is pretty terrible. I know about using friends lists, but I still don't want, say, a baby announcement from a grad school friend's cousin turning up on my feed because my friend comments on it. I don't know how people with hundreds of friends wade through the sea of posts to find anything of real interest.

Second question: is there a way to not see someone's posts without actually unfriending them? I have an old boss friended, but O.B. posts a ton, and a lot of it's Christian stuff or cryptic but probably pro-Trump election stuff, and I don't want to see it but I don't want to offend O.B. either.

various

Nov. 4th, 2016 11:29 am
kindkit: A late-Victorian futuristic zeppelin. (Airship)
1) I saw the movie Denial the other night. It's about the trial of Deborah Lipstadt, a history professor who was sued for libel by Holocaust denier David Irving after she called him a Holocaust denier. The script created a surprising amount of suspense and tension from a story to which most people know the ending (Lipstadt was acquitted on the grounds that everything she said about Irving was true), and the acting was great. Rachel Weisz may have overacted a little bit in some scenes, but it's hard to be sure because she was playing a brash American among a bunch of restrained middle-class English people. Andrew Scott was great as Lipstadt's solicitor, Tom Wilkinson marvellously nuanced as her barrister, and Mark Gatiss imbued a small role with a quiet, mysterious charisma. Anyone who thinks Scott and/or Gatiss can't act should see this film.

The script, by David Hare, is a delicate balancing act. The plot trajectory is almost that of a feel-good film, in which truth wins out and the bad guy is reproved and shamed. But the truth that wins out is one of the greatest atrocities in human history. The film, especially in the final sequence, sharply restrains our celebratory reactions. In the end, that's what I liked most about it.


2) After seeing the film, I read Lipstadt's book on the Eichmann trial (I haven't been able to get hold of her book on Holocaust denial yet, but I want to read it although it's well out of date by now.) The Eichmann book was disappointing. This gets a bit long )

3) In (somewhat) lighter reading, I've been thinking about re-reading Tana French's Dublin Murder Squad books so that I can finally read Secret Place and then the new one. I need to be reminded of the characters' backstories and interactions, but I'm not sure I can take that much concentrated bleakness in one big dose.

I'd like to know why so many contemporary mystery writers think the only story worth telling is one that makes you wish that whole human race would be wiped out in an asteroid strike.


4) Work post-mortem gathering tonight. I'm going, because I want to try to maintain relationships with people, but I can't say I'm eager. Hopefully the people I particularly want to see will be there, and not too many of the ones I don't.
kindkit: 'A man in WWII-era military uniform drinks tea in front of a van painted with "The Soldiers' Drink: Tea" (Fandomless: Soldiers drink tea)
If it's autumn where you live, this is a great seasonal cake. I brought one to a work potluck last week and it was a big hit. It's easy, though a bit time-consuming because of peeling, coring, and chopping the apples, and it freezes fantastically well.

The recipe comes from Susan G. Purdy's Pie in the Sky, a helpful book of baking recipes adjusted for various altitudes. I'm giving the sea level version under the cut, since it's likely to be the most generally useful, but if you'd like to know the adjustments for 3000, 5000, 7000, or 10,000 feet of altitude, just let me know.

recipe )

In other food news, the supermarket where I shop seems to be experiencing a bounty of very good late-harvest heirloom tomatoes. They're been selling them (organic ones at that) for $1.99 a pound, so I've been eating all the raw-tomato dishes I was craving earlier in the summer. This paradise cannot last--on my most recent shopping trip, most of the tomatoes were obviously under-matured--but I'm enjoying it.

Also, comice pears continue to be amazingly good. I was eating one earlier, while reading, and when I reached out for another wedge only to discover that I had already eaten the entire pear, I made a small but audible cry of disappointment.

I've read that comice pears are excellent with blue cheese, though it's hard to imagine them being better. But I want to give it a try.
kindkit: Two cups of green tea. (Fandomless: Green tea)
Sorry I haven't posted for ages. At first I felt there was nothing interesting to say, then there were too many things to say and yet I still wasn't sure any of them were interesting. So I'm just going to post, regardless.

1) I keep reading everybody's Yuletide posts with envy and ruefulness. I'm not doing Yuletide this year, because I defaulted last year and I haven't managed to finish a story in a painfully long time. I'm looking forward to reading a bunch of new stories come Christmas, though.

2) Still not king feeling very fannish about anything. I continue to love most of my more recent fandoms (e.g. Hannibal, all the world wars-related stuff), but it's not an excited, "I want to write and read all the fic" sort of love. I guess this is just a fallow period for me. I'm trying not to worry about it.

3) The Great British Bake Off has got me baking again (the onset of autumn and cooler weather has also helped) but I don't feel the same intensity of interest in the competition as I did last year. Those who've made it to the semifinals all deserve to be there, but I'm not as impressed by their baking as I was by last year's semifinalists, and I don't feel the same attachment to any of them as I did to Ian, Nadiya, and Tamal last year. Still, it's fun to watch.

4) What have I been baking, you ask? In recent weeks I've made a (semi-successful) Victoria sandwich filled with strawberry jam and lemon curd; a rather good apple, walnut, and raisin cake; a savoury sweet potato pie; some very nice pumpkin cream cheese muffins (brought to work for potluck--I want to make another batch to keep for myself); some anadama bread made with cornmeal and molasses (horrible--I ended up throwing half of it away); and some proper cornbread with bacon, cheese, chipotle chiles, and no fucking molasses, which was delicious. Today I've got the dough for a four-grain pot boule resting in the fridge, since I want to start baking my own bread again instead of buying it like I did over the summer.

5) much, much more food talk underneath, including discussion of past weight-loss attempts, body shame, and disordered eating )

6) I've been reading Mark Billingham's series of mysteries featuring Detective Inspector Tom Thorne, and just finished the most recent one today. It's a series I like a lot despite often wanting to give the protagonist a very hard slap. The early books are fairly standard serial-killer stories, but they have enough character development that they kept me interested anyway. The later books are much more driven by the characters and by an interest in the social and personal aftereffects of violent crime. My favorite, The Bones Beneath, features no detective work at all. Don't start with that one, though, because it refers heavily to things that happened in earlier novels.

There's a recurring queer character who gets good development, and a number of interesting women (though I'd note that the two women Thorne has romantic relationships with during the series are much more compelling when the relationship stuff is backgrounded and they're doing their own things).

7) I acquired the first two series of Penny Dreadful for very cheap ($6 for both) and will probably start watching today.


Comments are welcome, unless they're concern trolling about weight/food issues, in which case I will delete them with extreme prejudice. I'd love to hear what you've been cooking/eating/watching/reading or whatever--we almost all seem to post less these days, and I miss you!
kindkit: Two cups of green tea. (Fandomless: Green tea)
I'm back again, after an unexpected hiatus. The touchplate or whatever you call it on my laptop stopped working, and I had to buy a mouse.

I'm feeling somewhat disconnected with fandom, especially since I've been away for so long. About all I've been doing that's remotely fannish is watching the new series of The Great British Bake Off. (As always, I've love it if you pointed me towards books/movies/TV you've enjoyed and think I might too.)

Some thoughts under the cut )

As usual, the Bake Off (and the onset of cooler weather) has got me baking again. Today I made a peach pie, which turned out rather nice despite some trouble with the pastry. I used the tricky-ish recipe for Flaky Pastry from Paul Hollywood's Pies and Puds. It's about halfway between a normal flaky pastry and a puff pastry: you rub some of the fat into the flour, but you scatter most of it over the dough and then do folds and turns, and I had trouble with the butter wanting to come through the dough each time I rolled it out. Also, I discovered too late that the recipe doesn't make quite enough pastry for a covered pie, so I had to roll it worryingly thin.

Besides the pie, I made a potato salad dressed with anchovies, garlic, olive oil, red wine vinegar, and chopped olives, based on a recipe by Marcela Hazan. I also cooked some broccoli until just tender and tossed it with a similar dressing of anchovies, garlic, olive oil, lemon, and some grated pecorino cheese.

In a little while I'm going to make up a sort of coleslaw dressed with oil, lime juice, and cumin, which I plan to eat tomorrow alongside roasted pork tenderloin with an orange and chipotle chile sauce.

My cooking, like the local weather, is hovering at the edge of autumn. Usually I look forward to colder weather and heartier dishes, but about a month ago I became obsessed with watermelon and crave it all the time, and I'm not ready yet for it to go away.

On the other hand, soups. Lovely, lovely soups.

ugh

Jun. 19th, 2016 04:59 pm
kindkit: A late-Victorian futuristic zeppelin. (Airship)
It is 99 degrees Fahrenheit (37 Celsius) outside. Not much less than that inside, I suspect. I'm supposed to be cleaning my apartment for another stupid inspection on Tuesday, but it's not really happening. They probably won't pick my apartment anyway, and in case they do I might just hang a note saying "It's been too damn hot to clean. Deal with it."

Anyway, I wanted to let everyone know that I'm going to be mostly offline from tomorrow until July 7th, because money's a bit tight and I can't spend it on internet access right now.

Best wishes to all, and do please leave links here to things you post or interesting posts you see, so that I can check them out when I get back.

Must go now because computer is v v hot.
kindkit: Man sitting on top of a huge tower of books, reading. (Fandomless--book tower)
Thanks to Mary Beard, I now know about Allia Potestas, a Roman freedwoman who, round about the 2nd or 3rd century CE, lived in happy harmony with her two lovers. One of them wrote this epitaph that was carved on her memorial stone. There's a nice image of the stone here about halfway down.

How I wish that, back when I was trying to learn Latin, the textbook had given me more of this kind of thing and less about stern manly virtues.

reading

Jun. 16th, 2016 07:11 pm
kindkit: Man sitting on top of a huge tower of books, reading. (Fandomless--book tower)
Recently read: Inspired by Melissa Scott, I've been re-reading Katherine Kurtz's Deryni novels, which were dear to me in my youth. I was given the second trilogy, the Camber books, for Christmas when I was fifteen or sixteen; they were probably the first fantasy I'd ever read, and I fell in love with Kurtz's medieval-inspired world. It fostered not only my love for fantasy, but my later academic interest in medieval and early modern England.

More under the cut )

What I'm reading now: I'm about halfway through Mary Beard's SPQR: A History of Ancient Rome. I'm impressed by this book, which does what I always want popular history to do: while definitely written for the nonspecialist, it retains some of the rigor of academic history. In particular I like Beard's attention to historiography. She pays a lot of attention to problems of scant evidence, biased evidence (e.g. most of what we know about Catiline comes from his arch-enemy Cicero), and what evidence is actually evidence of (e.g., ancient Romans writing about Rome's early history often imported the concerns of their own times). And she makes an effort to explore traditionally silenced perspectives like those of women, the poor, and slaves. Beard also writes brisk, clear, fluid prose that's a pleasure to read.


What I'm reading next: I have two library books next on the agenda. A Kill in the Morning, by Graeme Shimmin, is a post-WWII alternate history, a genre I'm shamefully fond of. Could be good, could be dreadful. Matt's Ruff's Lovecraft Country, which explores the Lovecraft mythos and its underlying racism through the story of African Americans in the 1950s confronted with bigoted white cultists, is a book I've heard very good things about. I'm looking forward to it, though with some trepidation because I expect it will be wrenching. (Though it would have to work hard to be as devastating as Kai Ashante Wilson's extraordinary and brutal The Devil in America, which tackles similar themes of the murderous history of racism in America, though without the Lovecraft element.)

After I've read those, it will probably be back to the Deryni for me.
kindkit: A late-Victorian futuristic zeppelin. (Airship)
For some days I've been mostly unable to reply to comments in DW or to edit posts. Every time I try, I get a "the connection was reset" error. I really don't have the patience or energy to try to sort this out right now. (Yes, I've tried clearing the cache. Yes, I've tried temporarily turning off my firewall.) So, apologies to those whose comments have gone unanswered. It's not on purpose!

I'm not loving this additional sense of being cut off, but I don't know how to fix the problem.
kindkit: 'A man in WWII-era military uniform drinks tea in front of a van painted with "The Soldiers' Drink: Tea" (Fandomless: Soldiers drink tea)
1) Today I baked a pie, very very loosely based on one of Yotam Ottolenghi's recipes for a roasted vegetable tart. Said tart, while delicious-sounding, uses lots of flavors I associate with late summer and autumn, like sweet potato and roasted bell peppers, and I wanted springlike veggies. So I used spinach and arugula, artichoke hearts, and chives as well as the onion, garlic, feta, and ricotta called for in the original recipe. It turned out quite nice, especially the pastry (I used Paul Hollywood's shortcrust recipe), though unfortunately I didn't entirely think through the consequences of substituting very mild ingredients for strongly-flavored ones. So, yes, a little bit bland, but not bad. I want to make it again, with its original ingredients, in September or thereabouts. Anyway, I feel a sense of satisfaction at having achieved Proper Cooking--as I define it for myself--for the first time in ages.

I have a little steak thawing in the refrigerator for tomorrow, and I also intend to make an Amalfi-style potato salad from one of Marcella Hazan's cookbooks: small boiled potatoes dressed with anchovies, garlic, capers, and olives. This combines several of my current favorite things, so I'm looking forward to it.


2) I've finished my binge read of (almost) all of Dick Francis's novels. Reactions and such under the cut )
kindkit: Finch standing by a pay phone looking tense (POI: Finch and phone)
My current mobile phone contract is soon to expire and I'm probably upgrading to a smartphone, if only because it's very difficult not to, these days. I have a couple of questions.

1) I'm strongly leaning towards a Samsung phone because they're much cheaper than iPhones and because Apple annoys me. If you have/had a Samsung, what do/did you think of it? Conversely, if you have good arguments in favor of the iPhone, I'm willing to listen.

2) The cheapest data plan offers 1 GB monthly. How much data is that, really? Is it enough for normal use--checking when the movie starts or what the weather forecast is, forays onto the internet during lunch or while standing in a queue, and so on? I don't think I'd use the phone a huge amount for internet access because if I'm at home I'd rather use my laptop.

Thanks in advance for your advice!
kindkit: Man sitting on top of a huge tower of books, reading. (Fandomless--book tower)
Here's the latest news from Operation Lie In Bed a Lot and Read All the Dick Francis. I'm still feeling a bit under the weather--not actually ill but very tired, and emotionally a bit low--so lying down + light fiction has enormous appeal.


The Edge, 1988
Main character: Tor Kelsey, investigator with the Jockey Club

This has the oddest premise I've so far encountered in Dick Francis's books: it's set on a cross-Canada train journey, a sort of luxury excursion for racehorse owners that includes some stops for races, and which also features a murder mystery performed by actors who pretend to be guests and crew. Kelsey, in search of a real villain, is undercover as an actor who's undercover as a waiter. The plot is a bit overegged, and as a result the romance subplot is even thinner and less plausible than is typical for Francis, but worth it if you like journey stories (I do). There's also an interesting brief little scene where a gay man makes a pass at Kelsey.


Straight, 1989
Main character: Derek Franklin, jockey

After his elder brother's sudden death, Franklin finds himself having to run his brother's jewel import business. This one feels like a psychological novel wrapped in, and rather bogged down by, a mystery. To some extent it's about grief--the opening scene in the hospital is intense--and to some extent about identity, the latter mostly in creepy ways that I'm not sure Francis realized were creepy.


Longshot, 1990
Main character: John Kendall, travel writer and wilderness expert

Kendall becomes entangled in the family of a racehorse trainer whose biography he's agreed to write. There's a lot to like about this one, especially the family dynamics and the unusually complex way Francis handles the mystery plot. However, it is flawed by troublesome sexual politics that I wouldn't have expected from Francis.


Comeback, 1991
Main character: Peter Darwin, diplomat

This feels like more "typical" Francis than The Edge or Longshot, as Darwin, on leave and at loose ends, helps a veterinarian friend investigate a series of mysterious horse deaths during or after surgeries. It's perfectly entertaining but not a standout, except perhaps for some unusually disturbing violence.


Driving Force, 1992
Main character: Freddie Croft, owner of a racehorse transportation company

Croft tries to figure out who's been using his horse vans to smuggle, and what they've been smuggling. Again, fairly typical Francis, but with bonus points for Croft's sister (a physics professor and amateur helicopter pilot) and a sufficiently unusual love interest that it took me about 3/4 of the book to realize she was really going to be the love interest.


In general this is a good run of books; Francis's characterization has improved a lot, and they're less formulaic than the earlier novels.
kindkit: Man sitting on top of a huge tower of books, reading. (Fandomless--book tower)
Still reading my way through Dick Francis's novels, and I thought I'd write up some brief reviews for anyone interested in trying them.


Twice Shy, 1981
Main character: Jonathan Derry, teacher, and William Derry, racehorse trainer

A departure from Francis's usual style, with two narrators and a time lapse of fourteen years between the first and second parts. This makes for a fractured story and neither protagonist really engaged me. The plot revolves around computers, and there's a certain hilarity factor in the details (an expensive specialist computer has a whopping 32K of memory!) if you're into that. Partway through this book I realized I'd read it before, back in the 1980s, and had disliked it enough that I had no interest in trying more Dick Francis books until recently.


Banker, 1982
Main character: Tim Ekaterin, banker

The plot is mostly about horsebreeding, and you'll probably figure out what's happened before the narrator does. Ekaterin is likable and there's some fun office politics, but the book as a whole is middling.


The Danger, 1983
Main character: Andrew Douglas, anti-kidnapping consultant

Both plot and characters are unusually thin, but I found the long middle section of the book, which is basically about how people recover or don't recover from trauma, highly engaging. Also, the love interest is a woman jockey (the first in a major role, I think, in a Francis novel) whom the protagonist deeply admires as well as loves. I wouldn't call her a nuanced character exactly but she's a nice example of Francis's interest in writing competent, independent women.


Proof, 1984
Main character: Tony Beach, wineseller

My favorite of this batch, with an engaging plot about the trade in fraudulent wines and spirits and a protagonist who's anything but a tough guy. There's no het romance here except in backstory; the emotional arc could not unfairly be described as "grieving widower (Beach) meets a good man and learns to be happy again." Slashy fun, perhaps best read with a glass of wine or whiskey to hand.


Break In, 1985
Main character: Kit Fielding, jockey

I wanted to like this, if only because of the main character's name, but it didn't work for me. Fielding is a throwback to Francis's earlier super-tough, super-stoic, super-competent heroes and much too Mary Sue for me. The plot was interesting at points--there's some resonant stuff about tabloid newspapers wiretapping people's phones--but ultimately overheated and implausible.


Bolt, 1986
Main character: Kit Fielding, jockey

I skipped this one. I wasn't enthusiastic about another dose of Kit Fielding, and from the first few pages it seemed like the plot was going to be about the international arms trade. Mystery writers (even my beloved Reginald Hill) aren't usually successful at such big sweeping issues, so I stopped after about 20 pages.


Hot Money, 1987
Main character: Ian Pembroke, amateur jockey and multi-millionaire's son

A lot of Francis's protagonists have little or no family, but the Pembrokes, due to patriarch Malcolm Pembroke's five marriages, are so numerous that there's a list of them at the start of the book. This is very much a family story, revolving around the question: who's trying to kill Malcolm? Characterization isn't really Francis's great strength, but he tries hard to raise all of the many (bitter, quarrelsome) Pembrokes above stereotype, and I enjoyed this book. In particular I like its clear-eyed insistence that money can, in fact, solve many problems.


Speaking of money, I've noticed that while Francis's early protagonists struggle hard to make a living, his later ones get richer and richer. There are exceptions, of course, but it does seem to be a trend. I suppose to some extent it reflects Francis's own experiences as his books became more successful, got made into films, etc., as well as the cultural shift as Britain moved from the last depressing remnants of postwar austerity into the loadsamoney Thatcherite era. Still, I find it easier to sympathize with the broke jockeys and hard-luck commercial pilots of the early books. There's definitely a very eighties atmosphere to the eighties books; they're full of merchant bankers, property developers, and stock market speculators. Francis doesn't endorse the greed-is-good mentality by any means, but I do sometimes wish his characters had to feel the damage being done to ordinary people instead of just looking sympathetically at it.

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