Job Search: Beginning Anew Every Day

Tuesday, June 2nd, 2026 08:08 am
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So I started the new search properly yesterday. I think I got a lot done, even though the progress is never immediately obvious.

I did get one bite right off, but the web software used to test for French language skills was having trouble working with my browser. As the company involved is one that I like working with and hope to work with again - and they're actively working to resolve the issue to our mutual satisfaction - I don't think I'm going to name them here.

Also, before my contract ended, I decided to finally get a license for Fontlab. I'd been wanting that for decades.

Decades.

Because I already have a Typetool 3 license, I was able to get upgrade pricing. Not much of a discount, true, and I am okay with that. I've resumed work on a pet font design project going back a couple of decades inspired by background stuff in DC Comics' Legion of Super-Heroes series.
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Chapters 1 through 6 are here.

Part 2: Flavia

Chapter 7

If I had it to do over again (famous last words!), I would have torn the place down. It was one of the older dwellings on the Cherrytown loop—roads that had never seen a single cherry, but which, once upon a time, were overrun with feral crab apple trees. Hard little crab apples might pass for cherries if you weren’t paying attention. The tanners who settled this part of the Catskills probably used them for hard cider. By the 1930s, though, when the place went up, the tanners were long gone. They’d stripped the bark off the native hemlocks, polluted the streams, and moved on.

I bought it to save it: two hundred acres of mostly untouched woods plus a residential structure, more shack than house. The man who’d been living there since the Depression was one of those mountain hermit types, but he'd had distant relatives who'd waited out probate and were being courted by developers. You wouldn’t expect a developer to be interested in a parcel some hundred miles from New York City at the end of a twisting road, but you’d be wrong. There's always someone willing to bulldoze a hillside if the survey looks promising. So I decided I’d make the relatives rich instead and then donate the land to the Catskill Center for Conservation and Development.

Except they didn’t want it.

“What am I going to do with it?” I moaned.

“I’ll live there,” Neal said.

And within two months of the day I signed the deed, he'd moved in.

Hardly anyone who knew him understood why he would leave the small but bustling city of Kingston, where he had so many friends, where everyone knew his name, where he was one of the cocks of the walk, for the isolation of a mountainside.

But I understood.

And now he didn’t live here anymore. He didn’t live anywhere. He was dead. I’d been with him here most weekends for the past five years—and in plenty of other places besides, of course—but those other places weren’t imprinted with him the way this one was. Here was the kitchen where he cooked for me, the garden where he grew me kale and heirloom tomatoes, the bed where he brought me to sweet moan.

But wait! There's more! )

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Tuesday, June 2nd, 2026 09:35 am
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Happy birthday, [personal profile] bearshorty, [personal profile] sylvaine and [personal profile] trinker!

Books read, late May

Monday, June 1st, 2026 07:47 pm
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Erin Hatton, Coerced: Work Under Threat of Punishment. This book is thinking quite intensely about the points of commonality among kinds of coerced work in the US, particularly imprisoned labor, "workfare" programs, and the graduate student and student athlete labor associated with the American university. Hatton is being very careful about the ways in which these types of labor are dissimilar as well as similar, and there are lots of interesting thoughts on how this impacts the labor, the laborers, and the larger labor pool in which we exist.

Andrew Hiller, Hornytown Chutzpah. Discussed elsewhere.

Mark Hudson, Bronze Age Maritime and Warrior Dynamics in Island East Asia. Kindle. A brief monograph that, among other things, goes into some detail about considering what meaning the "Bronze Age" has beyond the geographic region where it originated. Revising thoughts about trade and tool use based on new information about this era is pretty cool, the idea that the future is not arriving linearly anywhere is usefully exemplified here.

Tove Jansson, Moominpappa at Sea and Moominvalley in November. Kindle. Rereads. The latter is an ongoing favorite I've read many times and find delightful; the former is my least favorite Moomin book, and there's a reason I haven't reread it since I was about 8. Basically it's Moominpappa Explores Mildly Toxic Masculinity. He pouts whenever he doesn't feel other people are centering and deferring to him enough; he stomps around making other people clear up after his messes; he is just generally an extremely unpleasant version of his previous self, and I hope I remember not to go back to this one again soon. Especially when November is always there. And the others.

Shay Kauwe, The Killing Spell. This is an own-voices post-climate-apocalypse fantasy whose use of languages is, I think, much closer to what many of my friends wanted in Rebecca Kuang's Babel. Its character is part of a complex family and community whose relationships with each other did not ever get oversimplified. I really enjoyed it and hope it gets attention, because frankly I don't think the title and cover are doing it any favors.

Patrick Radden Keefe, London Falling: A Mysterious Death in a Gilded City and a Family's Search for Truth. I sure hope that Keefe has a good therapist and personal life, because he so consistently writes about such awful people. And one of the things that makes him very good at what he does is that he doesn't get drawn into the "glamor" of horrible rich people. But oof. Criminals and Russian oligarchs in contemporary London, terrifying but interesting and well done.

Ada Limon, Against Breaking: On the Power of Poetry. This is a single essay in a beautifully published edition. It was published as a book because this is a former poet laureate, not because it in any way counts as an entire book. It's a reasonable enough essay but I'm glad the library had it because it would have disappointed me to spend money on it only to find the number of blank/ornamental pages.

E.C.R. Lorac, Death of an Author, Fell Murder, Post After Post-Mortem, and These Names Make Clues. Kindle. Lorac continues to write quite good Golden Age puzzle mysteries. The one I thought succeeded least here was the last of them. When your pen name is openly known to be an acronym (this is an author who is secretly a lady named Carol!!!), and then you title the book These Names Make Clues...having the names literally as clues is not a good mysterious mystery premise.

Sujata Massey, The Star from Calcutta. The latest in this series, and I think it's flagging a little but still worth having. This time it's gone into early filmmaking in India for its setting, which is fun and interesting.

Jo Miles, The Final Chronicle of Yeneh. Discussed elsewhere.

Andrew Moore, Pawpaw: In Search of America's Forgotten Fruit. A really cool exploration of this fruit throughout its range in the US, which does not include where I am, so it's interesting but from one step over. Definitely worth reading if you have an interest in how produce gets bred and marketed and/or local fruits, definitely of interest.

Viet Thanh Nguyen, To Save and to Destroy: Writing as an Other. Frankly much more useful in terms of interesting and provocative/inspiring essay writing about creative work. Lots of writers should read this and think about it.

D.T. Niane, Sundiata: An Epic of Old Mali. Kindle. I continue my slow-motion comparison of epics from different parts of the world. This one was somewhat defensive about its tradition--but a lot of writing down of oral epics does come out that way.

Emmet A. O'Brien, Both Your Houses and Ever Vexed With Storms. Discussed (both books, separately) elsewhere.

Nnedi Okorafor, The Daughter Who Remains. Kindle. Coming full circle in this series, and for heaven's sake don't start here; you'll know if you've read the rest of the series and want this conclusion, and if you do I think it'll be satisfying.

Linda Proud, Pallas and the Centaur. Kindle. No actual centaurs were harmed in this Renaissance Italy fantasy novel. It's the second in its series and worth reading the first if you think you might be interested; artists and powerful families and religious figures abound. It's non-fantastical except for a divine possession that might be literal or might be a really intense metaphor. I like this kind of big historical novel and would like to find more.

Rebecca Roanhorse, River of Bones and Other Stories. Oh gosh am I glad this exists. Several favorite things and also some new-to-me things, hurrah for having them collected, hurrah.

Rebecca Solnit, No Straight Road Takes You There. This is a reasonable collection but not one of her absolute barnstormers. If you like her essays previously, you'll probably like this; if not, probably try another thing first to find out.

Kory Stamper, True Color: The Strange and Spectacular Quest to Define Color--From Azure to Zinc Pink. I thought this was going to be about colors, pigments, and dyes, and it is not, it is about the Merriam-Webster 3rd edition dictionary and the people who figured out how to define colors in words to their particular standards. Stamper is a vivid prose stylist, and this was interesting and not terribly long.

D.E. Stevenson, The Two Mrs. Abbotts and The Four Graces. Kindle. These two are marked third and fourth in a series, but I would call them third and vaguely-related. They're both light middlebrow midcentury novels, and I enjoyed both, but only one is really stand-alone.

Molly Tanzer, And Side By Side They Wander. Molly's deep knowledge and love of art history really shines through in this novella, and she sets up her characters to ring changes on her theme very skillfully. It's one of the many novella cases where I wanted more room for them to do so, but I don't read the ending as very open to a sequel? I could be wrong. It's marketed as a heist and then the focus is very much elsewhere, which was fine with me, but if what you're looking for today is center-of-genre heist fiction, maybe read something else and come back to this a different day.

Jessie L. Weston, trans., Guingamor, Lanval, Tyolet, Bisclaveret: Four lais rendered into English Prose. Kindle. Weston did a bunch of translations of Arthuriana and similar eras of heroic poetry, and this volume is four Breton examples. If you're interested in more examples of that, here are some. If you're not, I wouldn't recommend them as the place to start or as particularly good exemplars.

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Rabbit, rabbit! I am thrilled at the notion that we may have been splatted into on Saturday by an Eta Aquariid. I will otherwise have missed all of the year's meteor showers to date.

On a forecast of long-range optimism, I am planning this summer on Readercon and NecronomiCon Providence. Noir City Boston is nearer enough future to be uncertain, but this year's selection is generously defined as jazz-themed and I am really eyeing that 35 mm screening of Blues in the Night (1941) backed with Black Angel (1946).

Last week [personal profile] selkie shipped me a paperback of Lee Welch's Mr Collins in Love (2025) and this afternoon [personal profile] a_reasonable_man was responsible for the arrival on my doorstep of Molly Crabapple's Here Where We Live Is Our Country: The Story of the Jewish Bund (2026), which swathe of interests makes me feel very catered for.

I had not heard of Goblin Band before discovering their exuberant version of "Clyde Water" (2026), a ballad I have loved since Kate Rusby via [personal profile] selkie and Nic Jones via [personal profile] nineweaving. I have since gathered with pleasure that they are trans/queer trad folk and Martin Carthy likes them.

For the first time in several days the weather heaved itself out of its autumnally raw overcast and I walked around and took a slightly disheveled seasonal picture.

May Writing and June Plans

Monday, June 1st, 2026 04:40 pm
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My writing news for May: I have finished a draft of The Paper Bird! It clocks in around 15,000 words, which is a somewhat awkward length, but WHATEVER, I have a draft a draft is DONE a draft is COMPLETE it may be a terrible draft but it is FINISHED. And the length may end up changing in revisions anyway.

I am in that part of the composition process where you have no idea whether a story is good or how much it will need to be revised. I plan to let the story cool until after my birthday (which realistically means "after the Fourth of July weekend") before I start revisions.

June plans: I have two stories out on submission, two short stories out for beta, and one short story I need to revise before it goes out for beta too. Need to send out at least one submission to fulfill my One Submission a Month goal. Might send out more, as there are many interesting calls for submission this month, especially for horror stories. Presumably short fiction venues are gearing up for spooky season. So I might end up writing a new short story or two. Even if they're not accepted, they could strengthen the ranks. I've currently got nine unpublished short stories capable of making the rounds.

Also contemplating some possible longer projects, but so far nothing has leapt ahead of the pack yelling "WRITE ME NOW." So we shall see what might develop there.

Knee bone connected to the shin-bone....

Monday, June 1st, 2026 08:28 pm
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Took my wonky knee to the GP this afternoon - the GP, as they are these days, appeared to be about 12 years old from my advanced perspective, but v competent, did a thorough interrogation and examination, and came to the conclusion that it looks very like a damaged meniscus -

- and guess what?

We treat that with PHYSIO! like what I am doing for other assorted bits of anatomy. They are sending letter to appropriate quarters and no doubt it will take 6 months at least to get an appointment.

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In entirely other news:

An investigation into acts of self-pleasure among parrots and other birds has reached a climax, with the results providing welcome relief for vets and researchers, not to mention the birds themselves.
Bird keepers are often advised to discourage and even punish birds for masturbating, but the study found the activity was more common in the wild than in captivity, with researchers concluding it is part of a bird’s natural behaviour.

I am trying to recall what novel it was in which somebody mentions that the family have a canary (or maybe a budgie?) they have christened Onan because it scatters its seed upon the ground....

'Don't forget to feed pleasure the parrot!!!' (so that nature will not turn sour in its veins.)

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Dungeons & Dragons Fifth Edition (and compatible systems) knavish adventure in Acheron Games' Brancalonia.

Bundle of Holding: Brancalonia (from 2024)



An all-new bundle of recent Brancalonia supplements.

Bundle of Holding: Brancalonia Bounty

The Undaunted by Alan L. Hart (1936)

Monday, June 1st, 2026 12:38 pm
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Happy Pride Month! In June I'll be reviewing media by trans and nonbinary creators.

Alan L. Hart (1890-1962) was one of the first trans men in the US to have gender-affirming surgery. He was a doctor himself and had an illustrious career in which he made major breakthroughs in our understanding of tuberculosis, and particularly the use of X-rays to diagnose it. He was also a successful fiction writer, publishing several short stories and four novels that drew on his experiences as a physician, which were well-received for their insights into the daily struggles and petty egos of the medical world.

His second novel, 1936's The Undaunted, follows Dr. Richard Cameron, who returns to civilian medical practice after serving in the Great War. He becomes fascinated by pernicious anemia, a condition that at the time has no known cause and no cure. He discovers an effective treatment, but to get his findings published and recognized he has to deal with lack of research funding, uncooperative patients, jealous rival doctors, egomaniacal laboratory heads, and greedy pharmaceutical companies. (Are we sure this was written 90 years ago?) Intertwined with his career are two important relationships: his love interest Judith, a university librarian whom he struggles to connect with because he's been hurt before, and his friend Dr. Sandy Farquhar, a radiologist who lives in fear of being outed as gay.

cut for length )

Hart's books were out of print for decades, but his first two novels, Doctor Mallory and The Undaunted, were recently brought back into print by Propeller Books and are available through Bookshop.org. Funnily enough, Propeller's interest is not in early trans authors, but rather in Pacific Northwest authors—Hart practiced medicine in Oregon for some time, and both books are at least partly set there. Whatever works!

My mother kind of okay on immigration

Monday, June 1st, 2026 05:44 pm
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My mother has been looking up & memorising the number of British expats living in various different countries around the world. This is ammunition for an long-running battle about immigration with one of the neighbours. Woman at num 3 says ".. small boats crossing the channel..." My mother says " .. over 700 thousand British economic migrants in America should they all be sent home? Estimated up to a million British migrants in Spain and they don't make any effort to integrate or learn the language .. " I don't think the woman at num 3 will change her mind, but my Mum is enjoying herself. She also has strong opinions about the use of the word Expat which she will share whether or not you give her the chance.

Unfortunately she lost points on the surprisingly-progressive-old-person leaderboard when talking about British Jews & British Muslims and assimilation.

Sometime Never…, by Justin Richards

Monday, June 1st, 2026 04:11 pm
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Second paragraph of third chapter:

“That’s your considered scientific opinion, is it Fitz?’ the Doctor asked.

I had actually read this one twice before, in 2008 and again in 2015, but I came back to it again to round off the ongoing multiple worlds narrative of the Eighth Doctor Adventures that I have been slogging through. In my first attempt, in 2008, I wrote:

Well, if I’m going to read more of the 8th Doctor novels at all, I’m going to have to start doing it in sequential order. Dipping into the series – in this case because I was interested to see a different treatment of the Princes in the Tower than we got in The Kingmaker – tends to confront me with characters (in this case Miranda and Sabbath) who clearly have deep significance for the author and for followers of the series but who are unknown to me. There are some vivid bits of description, and a twist at the end which I would have appreciated more if the whole book had not felt rather like fan-fiction in a canon I don’t know much about.

This time round, I felt that there was a decent bit of closure for the narrative, but in the end I still don’t have a strong sense of who and why Trix and Sabbath are in the series at all, and the twist at the end is a nice touch but doesn’t actually tie in with the rest of the story. But you can get Sometime Never… here.

Next in this sequence: Halflife, by Mark Michalowski.

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Whether actively harmful or simply inept, certain mentors seem to do more harm than good...

Five Terrible or Useless Mentors in SF and Fantasy

June 2026 Patreon Boost

Monday, June 1st, 2026 10:03 am
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Ever Vexed With Storms, by Emmet A. O'Brien

Monday, June 1st, 2026 06:26 am
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Review copy provided by the author, who is a dear friend.

Zamyatin is a Recusant world. Its people have considered the advantages of membership in humanity's great interplanetary Hegemony and decided that oh gosh, no thank you, they're washing their collective hair that day. But there are dangers in the universe that do not play by the Hegemony's rules, so sometimes careful diplomacy with the Recusing worlds is required. Enter our heroine.

Corin Oshima is still outrunning the timewave resultant from altering the timeline around the horrible events of Rossem (before this series begins), but she is also dealing with the fallout from more recent events on Eisenhower (in Both Your Houses). Gangster Charlie Salamanca has gotten away, and in a world with extensive body modifications available, he could be anywhere--or anyone. But Corin can't focus on that right now. She's busy trying to make sure that neither Zamyatin nor its already-shaky relationship with the Hegemony is destroyed.

This series continues to be really excellent at its balance of thought and action. If you want space opera that considers the nature of the universe both morally and physically--now! with cool aliens!--this is the series for you. This is volume two, and I happen to know there's more to come. Yay.

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Monday, June 1st, 2026 09:38 am
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Happy birthday, [personal profile] sea_changed!

Keeping time on the kingfisher's climb

Sunday, May 31st, 2026 11:47 pm
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I have one social medium and I am glad it did not in fact dissolve itself into cheese holes. On the other side of this afternoon's adventures in DW, please accept some slightly disparate links.

1. [personal profile] rushthatspeaks is legally divorcing and in order to cover the lawyer's fees, since he is both disabled and out of work, has set up a GoFundMe. His further details are frank and lucid. If you can donate, please do. Funds are closing in on the three-quarter mark. That sixpence of Leo Marks' never goes out of style.

2. Not only was the energy yield of yesterday's meteor, at an equivalent of 300 tons of TNT, larger than the Halifax Explosion, as a three-foot meteor it was more efficient than actual TNT. No wonder mass drivers have been outlawed by every civilized planet.

3. I do not regret the rest of The Singing Word: 168 Years of Poetry from The Atlantic (2025), but I took it home from the Used Book Superstore for Jane Hirshfield's "For the Lichens" (2011).

4. While searching for other footage of seaplanes, I found the Supermarine S.6B winning the Schneider Trophy in 1931. I almost certainly learned about the development of racing seaplanes between the wars thanks to Leslie Howard's The First of the Few (1942).

5. Just last night I heard about the West End transfer of the Old Vic's Arcadia and I screamed through my keyboard because unless it does a National Theatre-style stream, I will never hear Oliver Chris shout that he has been fucked by a dahlia.

I haven't read a hardboiled yarn with its own Yiddish glossary since Leo Rosten's Silky! A Detective Story (1979) and since neither it nor its sequel King Silky! (1981) features sheydim, Andrew Hiller's Hornytown Chutzpah (2026) has the slight advantage along with the tikkun olam. I would cheerfully follow the further adventures of its wise guy and his demons through the suburb between Hell and D.C. I read the novella this evening in a medically recommended bath.
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**Disclaimer** The views and opinions expressed in this post are my own, and do not reflect the views or opinions of my employer. DO NOT RESHARE ANY PART OF THIS POST WITHOUT PERMISSION. Thank you.

This post covers the weekend.

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FRIDAY


I was up at 6:30am so I could have breakfast and work on Foodie Finds before heading to the botanical garden. I was worried at first because it was raining but thankfully it was just a quick shower.

It was a little over a mile to the gardens but it was partially through a nice residential area and then a public park. I had prepurchased a ticket and walked right in. There was a large group of Girl Scouts there for a special visit, and "activity stations" were set up all over the place for them to learn extra stuff about the plants, do some arts and crafts, make flower pressings, all that sort of thing. So my timing was NOT great, but I was still able to avoid the huge Scouts group for the most part by watching which way they went first and going in the opposite way (they went right so I went left.)

First was the Rose Garden and the Great Lawn, which had a fantastic view of the city and many lovely flowers.
CLICK HERE to see the Pretty Flowers! )

It was getting close to lunchtime, and it was 90°F (32°C) and very humid. My water bottle was empty and I could feel myself losing steam so I decided to wrap it up. Later on I realized that in my zeal to avoid the Children's Garden, I had completely missed one of the most iconic parts of Atlanta Botanical Gardens: the Cascades Garden and the Earth Goddess! Rats! But you know, it's ok. If there is a next time, she will be my first stop :)

During food logging this morning I'd realized I was out of protein and oats, so I walked an additional mile to a Publix for those things. At that point I'd walked 4.5 miles (7.24 km) and walking back to the hotel would've been 2 miles and 40 minutes (with meat, in hot weather). An Uber it was. Had a basic lunch, sorted all of these lovely plant and flower photos, and reflected on how much I'd enjoyed the gardens today. Being surrounded by plants is, imo, inherently relaxing and calming. And I got to see many plants and flowers that I'd never seen before. It was a reminder that there is still so very MUCH out there that I haven't seen...rare creatures and plants, places and people, artworks and creations, discoveries and adventures.

I am SO privileged to have seen and experienced so much in my short life already!
And even that said, I want to see as much as I can before time runs out.
Why can't our lifespans be DOUBLE what they are??

I rested for a bit and before dinner walked to pick up my dry-cleaned pea coat. I got back inside and was eating dinner when the skies opened up, huge downpour (no thunder though.) Umbrella'd up and walked over to the theater when it was time. Packed most things in my trunk, warmed up the horns, yada yada. The evening show was fine, we had a hold at the top of "Belle" but it was only about 10 minutes, and the audience was great.

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SATURDAY


Standard morning with standard breakfast and standard packing of final trunk things. Called Southwest because due to their new assigned seating protocol, I'm not unable to change my own seat within our company group bookings, and I'm trying to figure out how to accomplish that. The department I needed is closed on weekends so it'll have to wait, but I tried.

First show was good. One of Jameson's childhood friends was there so I got to meet her, that was nice :)

Between shows the usual dinner at the hotel (butternut squash, avocado, egg bagel, turkey) then back for the evening show, which was good and well attended like all of our shows have been here. I should mention that when our show lets out it creates quite a bit of chaos on the street, a big crowd jostling at intersections and dashing across before the light has changed. I tried to capture the madness but you probably can't tell. It IS a very big crowd, though.
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There was some sort of big bash going on at our hotel (wedding afterparty maybe?) and only one elevator was working, and the line for that elevator stretched all the way across the lobby! Thus I ended my night by walking up TEN flights of stairs. Y'all, I am thankful to be in good enough health that climbing ten flights of stairs is nothing more than a minor inconvenience. I am not athletic by any means...I had to stop at floors 5, 7, and 9 to take deep breaths and massage my calves, lol. But it was probably good for me :p

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SUNDAY


Standard morning of breakfast and typing this post, light packing, making overnight oats for tomorrow, and finishing Tucson Foodie Finds (knocking these out but still drastically behind until I can tackle the Los Angeles list.) Ate lunch slightly early, walked to the theater and had the first show which was great. Back to the hotel for an hour of chilling out with anime, then dinner and walking back. The evening show was good, a roaring crowd and a nice sendoff from Atlanta. It's been an amazing week here and I'm gonna miss the enthusiasm and appreciation of the people here.

In closing, here is the on-stage group photo that was taken with Jodi Benson (voice of Ariel/The Little Mermaid) earlier this week. I am at the bottom left, holding my trombone.
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I've emoji'd out the kids' faces, out of abundance of caution after what happened that last time I naively reshared a social media pic containing Chip Kids. I have asked for and received permission from the parents/guardians to reshare this photo here. But I do not want any kickback on this topic ever again if I can help it, so no kid faces pretty much ever.

There was also an onstage photo taken for Asian American Pacific Islander Heritage Month while we were in Knoxville, and BATB just released the photo yesterday. This was the first time I've ever had my personal Japanese heritage acknowledged and celebrated, and it meant a lot to me! CLICK HERE to see the photo if you like.

Finally, in this city the pit is shallow and in front of the stage. This puts us in range of the "Be Our Guest" confetti cannons. I've been collecting the streamers that rain down on my spot and building a "nest" with them.

At the beginning of the week:
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By the end of the week:
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This is the biggest "nest" I've managed to make on tour so far! LOL. Wish I had a big plush chicken to put in the middle of it or something. During the Sunday evening intermission I picked it up, carried it backstage, and threw it out so no one would have to clean up after me.

I can envision a book title for this: "Arts, Crafts, and Enrichment for Your Pit Musicians." LOLOL

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Monday:
Direct flight to Memphis, later in the day. It's supposed to rain. Fingers crossed that we won't get delayed.

Tuesday: Opening day in Memphis. I do plan to visit a nearby Foodie Find, a local bakery with fresh bagels and croissants!
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It's been a glorious Sunday afternoon in Toronto--bright, calm, 25 degrees--so I devised a couple of errands in order to leave work deadlines behind (for a while).

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