What would the smell of a subtropical monsoon climate zone be like?
Sep. 28th, 2025 12:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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I am writing a oneshot essentially set in the Zhangjiajie National Forest Park. My character is so surprised and overwhelmed by what he is seeing that I am introducing his senses one by one, but I couldnt quite imagine what it would smell like being in his position.
I know its quite humid, so thats probably the bulk of the experience, but are there any other, more subtle undertones I could include to make the scene feel more alive?
Even if you havent been to the exact location, any experience in a subtropical, humid climate would already be quite helpful.
Thank you!
Hedjog is go flop
Sep. 27th, 2025 08:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Today was the day of the conference at which I had been invited, at rather short notice, to give a keynote.
Not only did I have to get up EARLY especially for a Saturday, I had a rotten night because the lower back decided to kick off and even when it had calmed down a bit it took ages to get back to sleep.
And then as I was doing my final preparations I discovered the battery in one of my hearing aids was flat, which was a bit irksome, because I had been expecting all week for it to do the warning bonging, like the other one did, and had to replace that.
So anyway, I got out, and found that the place I was aiming at was not quite so far distant from the Underground station as had been indicated, and also, even though I was late, so was the start.
Rather few actual in-person attendees - I'm not sure how many there were on the Zoom.
Crisis! there was supposed to be a delivery of sandwiches at lunchtime which Did Not Arrive so we all went out to forage (these later turned up some hours later, what is the point).
So, I think my paper went over okay, and there were some questions, even if some of them got rather off-topic onto more general questions about archives.
Some of the papers were moderately interesting, some of them were a bit hard to hear, and I picked up at least one useful reference (possibly) for one of my own projects.
Met one old academic acquaintance from way back, and a couple of interesting Younger Scholars.
Had already decided that I was not up for going on to meal in restaurant, so came home to flop.
Volunteering
Sep. 27th, 2025 06:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Thinking about it, I should have sewed the the other side, but that never occurred to me at the time. I just hope no-one ever turns up wanting something lined. That would take too long.
But I will go along next month.
A little cheering news?
Sep. 26th, 2025 07:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Let's All Remember When We Saved The World:
Montreal Protocol on Substances That Deplete the Ozone Layer - signed 16th September 1987 and entering into force on January 1st 1989, [became] the first universally ratified treaty in the entire history of the United Nations....
Much smarter people than I have spent the last 2 decades trying to understand exactly why it was such a resounding success, and let’s be clear here, I am just an idiot with a newsletter. But a couple of details stand out:
The agreement didn’t wait for all the science to be completely firmed up before implementing regulation - which is a good job, because early conclusions about ozone depletion levels were significantly underestimated. Instead, it adopted a “Precautionary Principle” that was enshrined in the Rio Declaration in 1992 - acting on likely evidence to avoid consequences that may be catastrophic or even irreversible if any delay is sought. (This is markedly different from how some politicians seem to think science should work - if their words can be believed, of course.)
Negotiations took place in small, informal groups, to give everyone the best chance of being heard and being understood. More than anything else, this reminds me of Dorsa Brevia, and how utterly exhausting that conference was for all the characters involved. Who knows how many such talks led to Montreal being accepted? But every one of them counted.
There was a clear economic benefit for the industries using CFCs to move away from them - not just on principle or to avoid public backlash, but because CFCs were old tech and therefore out of patent, and shifting to new alternatives would allow companies to develop ozone-friendly chemicals they could stick a profitable patent on.
And so the world was saved - just in time for its next challenge.
Also:
The plant's disappearance from Cwm Idwal is thought to have been driven by the Victorian fern-collecting craze known as 'Pteridomania', which stripped sites of rare species.
Its rediscovery suggests that the holly fern may be recolonising from spores carried within the national park, or that a hidden population survived undetected.
“This is a remarkable rediscovery," says Alastair Hotchkiss, the Botanical Society of Britain and Ireland’s Wales Officer. "The cliffs around Cwm Idwal are seriously challenging terrain for botanists to explore, but the fact that this species remained undetected for over a century and a half is a powerful reminder of how much we still have to learn about our upland flora – and how much we still have to protect.”
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Sep. 25th, 2025 10:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
And Russian and English-language Twitter do it in different ways. With Russian Twitter, it's mostly issues of everyday life, relationships, etc. Russian Twitter is very small, and it seems that any large-scale kerfuffle will drift into your feed whether you like it or not. And what it does to me is mostly proving that men are terribly poor stuff. Like, every possible type of a nasty misogynist male that always seemed like 'surely it's a caricature!" turns out to be real.
As for English-language Twitter, I get a lot of right-wingers in my feed, it seems (because it turns out if you follow accounts about books and classical learning, they often tend to be right-wing), and especially American ones. And here I also see things I thought to be a caricature. Like actual people saying that the Pope is not Christian but Catholic. I feel like maybe I should read up about all this non-denominational Christianity, because it's so bizarre sometimes.
... maybe I should read less Twitter, yes, but when I am tired and not in the mood, I can't concentrate on books, I read Twitter and play casual games on my phone.
Vibes are not a form of contraception
Sep. 25th, 2025 06:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
And I wonder whether small or even large earthquakes have been noticed in the vicinity of Fishkill.
‘Who Am I Without Birth Control?’:
Ms. Hamrick, who was 26 at the time, felt normal. No unusual weight gain, no mood swings. But a couple of questions had wormed their way into her mind and lodged themselves there: Who am I without birth control? Will I feel some sort of difference coming off it? Ms. Hamrick had started taking birth control pills a decade earlier, when she was 15. Now, as she browsed her social media feeds, she kept stumbling on videos of women saying how much better they felt when they stopped taking the pills, content she wasn’t seeking out. The posts typically went like this: a glowing blonde in a workout top — the picture of health! — saying that she had stopped taking birth control pills and immediately felt more clarity of mind. Like an emotional fog had lifted, like she was a brand-new, much happier person. Ms. Hamrick’s doctor was clear with her. If she wasn’t experiencing any side effects, there was no reason to stop taking birth control. Ms. Hamrick wasn’t so sure. The more videos about the pill she watched, the more skeptical she became, and the more she felt drawn toward experimenting. She was, after all, in a moment of change. She had moved, on a whim, from Indiana to Texas. Soon after settling near Houston she met a guy and they started dating, then looking at engagement rings.
Just over a year since Ms. Hamrick decided to stop taking the pills, she has figured out who she is without birth control: She is a mother. Her baby is four months old.
People should really look up the nocebo and placebo effects before doing this sort of thing.
Okay, my own history with the Pill was not wonderful, but I do wonder if the doc I saw at the Migraine Clinic was just a bit too invested in biochemical explanations (in particular, I discovered later that she got very into The Awful Effects of the Pill over a range of factors) rather than, um, things going on more generally in my life. Because going off the Pill may have brought about some temporary alleviation (don't honestly remember) but not much, really.
Anyway, it is probably a bit of an exaggeration to say, this is like going off the TB drugs to experience the full Consumptive Experience (and I have no doubt that there are people around in thrall to the Myth, and it is a myth, of Syphilitic Geeenyus: Sid is falling about larfing liek drayne). But honestly. 'Pure' 'Natural' I spit on that.
On 'pure', I like this on the 'pure bloodlines' mythos Alot: Claims of pure bloodlines? Ancestral homelands? DNA science says no.
And on The Miracles of Modern Science: Huntington’s disease treated successfully for first time in UK gene therapy trial:
The disease, caused by a single gene defect, steadily kills brain cells leading to dementia, paralysis and ultimately death. Those who have a parent with Huntington’s have a 50% chance of developing the disease, which until now has been incurable.
The gene therapy slowed the progress of the disease by 75% in patients after three years.
I am not entirely sure what I think about this: I mean, I am glad that somebody's looking at people doing 'local herbalism', both professional and amateur:
[H]omegrown remedies from locally gathered plants – defined here as ‘local herbalism’ – were still being used to address both simple and complex healthcare needs.
and it's an interesting look at how far this matches historical herbal medicine - but let's say I hope nobody's still doling out pennyroyal.
Wednesday has attended an online seminar on the Chevalier d'Eon
Sep. 24th, 2025 07:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
What I read
Finished The Return of the Soldier.
Started Carl Rollyson, The Literary Legacy of Rebecca West (1997) and decided that I was possibly a little burnt-out on his Rebecca-stanning and took a break.
Moved on to Upton Sinclair, Presidential Mission (Lanny Budd #8) (1947), which occupied most of the week's reading.
On the go
Picked up the Rollyson again.
Have embarked on Anthony Powell, The Military Philosophers (A Dance to the Music of Time #9) (1968).
Up next
No idea.
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Sep. 24th, 2025 10:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
As I did the morning walk with the little dog, and listened to the local crows up in the eucalyptus and pines, I wondered if the crows that follow me at home were watching for me to come. Now that the sun is lowering a bit, we're back to increasing numbers, so I might have thirty or so swirling around me when I throw unsalted peanuts out. so exhilarating to watch them!
Here they don't know me, of course, so the calls can't be to let me know they are there. I'm sure the lives of humans are ignorable, except as annoyances that send them into the trees. I wondered about that sky civilization as I trod the path to the dog park. So much going on at the tops of the trees, that we barely notice!
It's such a relief not to be toiling with packing, though of course unpacking lies in wait to pounce when I get back. Then I'll only have three or four days before I take off for my October east trip, so most of my share of the unloading will await me on my return. The big job (and the fun one) is the library.
Speaking of, since it's Wednesday, let's see, what have I been reading? The Military Philosophers by Anthony Powell, which is part of a book discussion that I've been following since the start of the year. One book a month in Powell's A Dance to the Music of Time series. The discussion happens at the start of each month over Zoom, and what interests me is how folks from either side of the Atlantic read the work. Also, non-genre reading. This time I'll be on the train when the discussion rolls around, so I hope I have connectivity, but if not I'll listen to the recording. At least that way I can skip ahead if the fellow who leads it gets prolix over an obvious point as he has a tendency to do. The academic curse; students above a certain age level are too polite to say 'Zip it! We got the idea already." (High schoolers had no such restraint, and middle schoolers invariably signalled boredom by more physical means.)
Anyway I had the leisure, for the first time in a couple of months, to make chocolate chip cookies. So I can have those and tea and do some reading. Heigh ho, I will go do that now.
Recherches de Temps Perdu (down the back of the sofa?)
Sep. 23rd, 2025 07:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
These days, I will often find myself puzzling over, what was that person's name? connected with some Thing in the past. I was actually struggling to recall the name of the very weird woman who was the landlady of the bedsit I inhabited near Mornington Crescent in the very early 70s, with whom there came about Major Draaaama (it eventually popped into my mind, as these things do, a couple of days later when I was thinking about something else: see also, finding that book one is looking for in the process of looking for something entirely different.)
I am not sure if this is AGE or the fallibility of human memory, and is it actually AGE and the wearing out of the little grey cells, or just having That Much More stored in them, so that they resemble one of those storerooms in museums where no-one has catalogued anything for centuries and curators have gone in and nicked stuff to sell on eBay -
- I think this metaphor is going a bit too far, somehow.
And yet one can recall quite readily, in fact one might even say intrusively, an obscure pop song by a not particularly renowned group.
That is, after reading that Reacher novel, The Hard Way, the other week, I found myself being earwormed by The Hard Way, a single put out by The Nashville Teens (who were from Surrey) in 1966 which got to all of 45 in the charts. It's not on iTunes even or in any of the compilation CDs, it's obscure. And yet I remembered it and who it was by.
Maybe it was being repetitively played on one of the pirate stations of my youth?
Brekekekex, ko-ax, ko-ax!
Sep. 22nd, 2025 06:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Though probably African frogs do not say that (the chorus from Aristophanes' The Frogs).
Anyway, this was of considerable interest to me having had to do with archives relating to these here amphibians (in which they were described as 'toads'):
Escapee pregnancy test frogs colonised Wales for 50 years
and also read the ms of a work by A Friend on the history of pregnancy testing in which they played a significant role.
They replaced the rabbit test ('did the rabbit die' - the rabbit had to die, actually, in order to examine its ovaries) as this was a non-lethal test and kept producing yet more frogs.
And there was quite an issue of what to do with the little blighters once chemical testing became the norm - as I recall attempts to dispose of them as pets.
Also
The frog is genetically surprisingly similar to humans, which means that scientists can model human disease in this amphibian and replace the use of higher sentient species.
Do we not feel that this is the beginning of some Golden Age sf/horror work? FROGMAN.