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 Facebook shows me a lot of sewing ads. No big complaints from me; but sometimes they're still ridiculous, because that's the way of ads.

Ads for a new-to-me pattern company: "These styles would look so good on you!"
Featured styles so far:
A blouse with no bust darts. I have a sewing D cup.
Trousers with dropped waist. I have a long torso and short legs.


Honestly, it's a bit comforting to know they still don't know everything about me. :D

Meh and yay

Feb. 7th, 2023 11:36 am
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 I've just kind of spontaneously left a Facebook group that used to be a source of joy and inspiration and whimsy because it's been increasingly becoming a source of frustration. It now officially has a "controversy" and, you now, ain't nobody got time for that.
I think that's often the problem when groups with too wide a focus become too big. People start using them to vent, for one.
I began doubting myself over that move pretty much immediately - night shifts this week, I'm not at my best - but, well, night shifts are a fact of my life now and if that group that used to give me a mood boost is ceasing to do so, I really do have better things to do with the free hours of my day than to keep filtering that out.

I think it was also brought into sharp focus because I had been previously browsing vintage knitting patterns online that people have generously shared for free and... THAT is the sort of online experience I want to be a part of (even actively, if I can). And I think that group has become too big for its shoes and for that sort of thing; individual voices are beginning to get lost unless they're loud, and the loudest people now are the disgruntled ones.

And since that's been my experience, that's the end of my venting in this post, and instead I shall excitedly share what I might have once shared in that group: that I started knitting a gauge sample from a cone yarn I got for free at work and I think it's going to be a perfect match for vintage 3-ply yarns from 1930s & 1940s patterns. As per Retro Claude's video youtu.be/pH1aT8ab91w. And I think if I triple some thin yarns from the same work-related yarn haul, I may get similar results.

It's not what I had once planned to write about on this blog, but whatever. Creativity is creativity.


P.S. Also, I now finally have a digital scale which makes planning knitting projects so much easier. The old kitchen scale is hugely imprecise. (It was equally frustrating for baking, but at least there I can do it by the ear to an extent.)
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I need YouTube to introduce other options for when you click on "Not Interested".

Something like:

- "Genuinely just not interested in this particular subject, that's a valid reason not to be interested"
- "The subject is something I'm actively trying to avoid for reasons that are none of your business"
- "The title of this video insults my sensibilities for helpful unvarnished factuality"
- "Even though I might be interested in the subject on general terms, everything about this particular video's title and preview tells me the style of this particular video will not be my cup of tea"
- "I love this channel but this one particular video looks like very much not my cup of tea and I'd prefer if you stopped recommending it"
- "I might even be interested in this video under other circumstances but right now I want to let someone responsible know that the automatic translation of the video's clickbaity title is absolutely awful and hurts my brain with how much it misses the mark for what sounds natural and inviting in my native tongue and culture, please turn it back into the source language"
- "Several of the above"

I'm finding myself very often opting out of baking videos with titles that are something like "You won't believe this awesome cake! Only 15 minutes! Grandma's recipe!" or "Forget XY, I only do this now!" None of that info is anything I find the most important ingredient of a recipe title, and that usually leaves me thinking that, with how many recipes exist out there, I can easily live without this one. Sadly, YouTube's algorhythm does not yet seem to possess the ability to recognise the incompatibility between a specific user and a specific style of video title. So if I remember, I usually opt out of those channels altogether, and for a while YouTube will get the message, and then it will look at my subscriptions to the Townsends channel and Tasting History and go "She's interested in baking!" all over again.
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 This: youtu.be/eVzfcfyWIQA

You see, that's a childhood favourite I never thought I'd hear again so, um, I might be crying a bit right now, especially because it's even better than I remembered. It's so dramatic, it's awesome (it's about a peasant/farmer uprising).

Posting from my phone so I'm struggling with more fancy formatting.

But! But! But!

There's a whole playlist - it's from a set of LPs that we have, that we had when I was little, all old Czech music, folk music, and mostly not the stuff everyone knows.

Our gramophone doesn't work anymore, and this one slipped through the cracks at that point in time when father tried to digitalise old favourites. We mostly listened to it when I was really little and then later it somehow fell out of the rotation.

So I just vaguely remembered it and did not think I'd hear it again and then suddenly I found another piece from that LP while searching for something completely different and the name vaguely rang a bell and that's how I found the whole playlist and this and...

I don't even know if you'll appreciate it but for me this is finding some of my earliest memories again, this is HUGE; so I needed to share it.
 
(And here's another post that none of the predefined moods do justice to, but this time in a good way!)
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 So, guess what, it wasn't just Lyme disease, it was anaemia. BAD anaemia...

This is a public service announcement: iron deficiency can make you depressed. If you feel scatterbrained, and always tired and out of spoons for no particular reason, and depressive, try looking into that possibility. Obviously anaemia has other symptoms but one of the terrible things about it is that they're all fairly minor on the surface and it makes even your brain go weird and then you don't put things together. I had it bad some years ago and have to watch out for it now, now that I know what the other things feel like, too. My sister has it now, worse. I think I might try to put together some descriptions of some of the odder, less-listed but typical symptons we've both experienced so other people may also know what to look out for and maybe realise they have it? It's apparently pretty widespread, especially in women (for obvious reasons).

Contrary to [personal profile] edenfalling who says August is the month nobody takes vacation, in my world for the past five years it's the month when everybody takes vacation. I'm starting my two weeks off on Monday. The two weeks before were supposed to be light work as things are getting finished and orders are petering out, but yesterday it suddenly ended up being "light work but I had to stay at work for nearly twelve hours as things needed to be finished."

Like, mostly doing nothing in particular but I had to be there and watch over things. So I took that opportunity to do some sorting out of myself, among other things making some mind maps which my sister recently suggested as a way to organise my tangled mind processes.

Turns out that yeah, it's a great way to put down all the scattered interconnected ideas I carry in my head for WIPs and ongoing stories and crafts that can never quite be put down in a linear manner. So I'm definitely going to do a lot more of that during vacation. And hopefully it will help me work on some of my ongoing stories. This is also a public service announcement of sorts. If you have trouble writing chronologically and filling in the gaps even when you have vague ideas of what needs to happen... maybe mind maps are a good way to fill the gaps? Not sure. I have yet to see how it works for me more longterm. At the very least, though, I think it may be my best way to battle block in that my blocks often aren't necessarily a lack of ideas (as most advice on conquering blocks assumes) but rather a lack of ideas on how to make the existing ideas work organically... and mind maps are kind of an organic way of organising thought.

I'm curious to see if it will also help with the process of processing, as touched upon in the previous posts... On that front, I have a while ago decided to write a list of all the little(ish) things that have been annoying me recently and that I haven't really had time to process because of all the big things, and then ceremoniously burn said list. So I started on that, too. It's a long list and it's definitely not complete but even just putting it down is quite therapeutic, and I'm lilooking forward to burning it because... fire is also a bit therapeutic, for me, in terms of things like watching a candlelight or a campfire.

... I just wish said future ceremonious burning could stop some of the (biggerish) things on the list.

Update

Jul. 13th, 2021 07:32 pm
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I took the long weekend of 5th and 6th (two Czech state holidays) off. As in, I allowed myself to do pretty much nothing. I'm feeling a lot better, also now that I told myself that I'm absolutely not doing anything with deadlines that I don't have to.

Eating quark ice creams. And vegetable meals.

The newest bad news from that last post is that my sister has Lyme disease. But fortunately she caught it early, immediately got medication, and also feels a lot better. Turns out part of the previous stress was also the fact that the thing was already eating away at her, tiring her out and making her act more erratically than she normally would. I guess it's a sign of the times that we both just put it up to the stress of the tmes.

Right now I'm also tired, but that has to do with the fact it is hot today. Amazingly, that's not a common everyday occurrence the way it was for several years in the recent past. In the space of the terrible week from the previous post, I also managed to go on two fantastic trips with mom in perfect warm but not hot weather. So. It's not all terrible. I just needed a much longer stretch of "nothing in particular" than I had been getting to be able to process things.
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No news on that front so far, but even if it happens, I'm not doing it. I just don't have the mental capacity for it.

The last thing I need right now is a) another project that takes precedence because of external factors (= deadline); b) being at  the mercy of external factors in yet another thing (= someone else's prompts).

I just know I could not do it justice this time around. I'd much rather leave it at the high of last year for now, and work on my own neglected stories.

I've stopped managing to process everything that happens. About two weeks ago I suddenly stopped short with the shocked realisation that the attack on the US Capitol was this year. In conversation with my sister today, we hit upon a couple more things that were this year.

I had a different version of this post written up. Before I got around to actually posting it, there's a brand new bad thing to process, rendering most of my ponderings from earlier today kind of moot (still true, but the whole attitude has shifted). That's a third upheaval in the space of one week. And that's just because I don't count the little ones like "oh, there's someone coming in two weeks to check the gas and I'm not sure there will be anyone at home so maybe we'll have to call in beforehand. Bother."

There was a tornado a week ago. In Czechia. In South Moravia. Not anywhere near where I live, but exactly in the area I have just recently deduced figures in some of my most crucial early memories that are a bit of a touchstone for me.

The very thing I was recently drawing on to maintain some semblance of order and mental stability in my life is now the scene of one of the most devastating tragedies in my country in decades.

I just can't.

So I'm not doing the NFE. It would probably be disastrous for my mental health, and I would not write anything good.
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And it makes me rather giddy both because I like that gardening implement, and because I like the fact that English has a special word for it. Aaaand I named a dwarf character in The Peridan Chronicles that for both those reasons.

* * *

In other news regarding English and my language nerddom, I took a random test that purports to assess the size of your English vocabulary and to my surprise it landed me in "Top 0.14%, You are Shakespeare! You can even create new words that will expand the English dictionary."
It calculates, in a process I have no idea about, my vocabulary size at 29886. Why that particular number, I also have no idea.

Which is all quite funny to me as a native Czech speaker, and can probably be entirely laid at the door of:
A) My language nerddom and my family's language nerddom.
B) The fact I probably read a lot of writers (both "official" and in fanfiction) who use big words well.
C) Okay, and the fact I studied English and read a lot of big word books for school I never would have read otherwise.

I ended up not really "using" my studies (I work in the textile industry now which never occurred to me as a possible career path at the usual decision-making times of life but I love it because it combines lots of things I like in a productive whole AND challenges me and pushes me to keep learning). But... I also did end up using them because at my previous job they specifically hired me also because I had good English and could play occasional interpretter and translator.
So, yeah. I suppose it is possible I have a really big vocabulary in English also because I can tell you, for example, what a heddle is...?
(It's this implement in a weaving loom - kind of a wire, can be made of wire in simpler looms but modern power looms have specifically made heddles - that the warp yarns go through, and it's part of the mechanism that moves the warp yarns up and down, so that the weft yarn can be inserted, and then the warp yarns go over and under the weft yarns and that creates the fabric.)

And I'm a language nerd so I also know what a dibble is.

But also I'm a lazy English user in a way and don't use my presumably large vocabulary all that much, actively. It mostly manifests in the way that... I will casually throw words like "manifest" into a rambling post about my life where others would probably say "show"...

* * *

Father sends us daily e-mail updates on his life. Just little tidbits, just so we can be sure he's okay and hasn't fallen down from a tree or something. (It was my sister's idea about two years ago, and in this whole coronavirus mess it's become a pretty nice feature because he often sends us news about ships in the Baltic, and videos of locomotives in Wales, and stuff like that.)

And sometimes language nerddom manifests. So this one time recently he goes:

"Cymraeg (he actually used the bohemised Czech word for it but I need to press the point he pointedly uses that language's word for itself, not the English word for it) usually puts adjectives behind the noun except for the word for old so:

hen tŷ - old house
tŷ newydd - new house

But then I realised that just like "haul" is "salt", "hen" is "sen"."

And I go, wait, what? (Because "sen" is "dream" in Czech.)
And father goes "like senior".
Me: Oh, right. I actually don't speak Latin and the Italian word is different, so it didn't click.
Father: I don't speak Latin, either.
Then he proceeds to give me a rundown of the two Latin words for "old" and various words in other languages they are related to.

I present to you: My father who claims he's not good at languages.

Father also:
 
  • Visited Wales on a holiday with friends and then went and bought himself a Welsh textbook in London on the way home. That's the souvenir he brought home. That, and a picture children's dictionary for us. Like it never even occurred to him to think the way some other parents might, that maybe he should bring us an English dictionary from Britain since that's definitely the language we'll get more practical use out of? (I believe the only other souvenir he brought was a bunch of pieces of slate.)
  • Come to think of it, the thing he brought us from his first trip to Germany immediately after the Velver Revolution was, you guessed it, a picture dictionary. It never occurred to me until now but, folks, this was the time when everyone was bringing all the cool stuff we could not have behind the Iron Curtain, and he bought us a dictionary. It says a lot about the collective language nerddom in this family that we loved that book and never once questioned that choice.
  • Many years ago bought a classic etymological dictionary of the Czech language when it was published anew, and then would reach for it a lot when I was growing up to read up on the etymology of random words. (We still reach for it, and one of my regrets in life is that I don't have my own copy.)
  • Studied Tibetan for about 14 years (the crazy amount of years was a recent discovery of mine) basically just for the kicks. And because a Czech authority on Tibetan was kicked out of his job because Communists, so a group of friends got together to take private lessons in Tibetan from him to support him, and invited father along, and father's reaction to said invitation was basically "yeah, sure, sounds like fun". I cannot vouch for this, but I have a strong suspicion that he may have stuck to it the longest in the end. (It's now been nearly thirty years since father did anything with the language, but he can still write in it at the drop of a pen.)
  • Happens to own a Greek grammar textbook for no particular reason.
  • Read the entirety of Pan Tadeusz in the original Polish. (I mean, I own the book in the original Polish because why should I read my favourite book in a translation when I found the original in a secondhand bookshop, eh? But this is my father who doesn't really read fiction we're talking about here.)
  • Will also read me passages from Latvian news (usually something pertaining to his interest in trains or trams) and be surprised that I have zero idea what he's talking about.
  • Can read English Wikipedia articles with no big difficulty.
  • Will point out the various words for "heart" that can be found in popular songs in different languages.

:D

* * *

... there was this one time during our Grammar School years when my sister and her friends threw an "egg party" over the Easter holidays, and my sister's contribution was to look up the word for "egg" in all sorts of languages and make up a game of matching the word to the language.

This is the sort of stuff it never occurred to me to question before an online test told me I have a bigger vocabulary in my second language than most native speakers.

I knew I was a language nerd because it's a sure-fire way to get me going and also it annoys me to no end when people use Tolkien's Elvish plurals for individuals.
I also knew I came from a family of language nerds because yeah, it kind of gets us all going.

But this trip down the memory lane suddenly made very clear to me how much it's just part of life for me and how weird it probably would be for a lot of other people.

* * *

The other thing I turn out to be good at, and have known for some time I'm good at, is colour differentiation.

It was, in fact, one of the things I did in my previous jobs, and one of the things I miss about it in my current one. (The current one wins on many other fronts, though.)

It suddenly occurred to me now that I use colour differentiation (or, rather, the lack of it) as a method of recognising Photoshop (colour) jobs. I thought other people can be more susceptible for taking Photoshop jobs for the real thing because they'd never tried their hand at it themselves (which I have, mostly for fun), and don't have any background in art and no experience with how colours change in shadows or with distance, and thus don't have my eyes for it. I can spot where someone just coloured a whole area, by how it's the same hue, and how at the edges of said area there will often be these sharp delineations where in a real photo it would be more of a colour gradation. But it suddenly occurred to me now that maybe one of the reasons could simply be because they literally don't have my eyes for it. Huh.
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I was seized by a desire to watch "I'll Make a Man Outta You", as you do, so I looked it up on YouTube and then ended up leaving a comment at a comment about how wow, Mulan was actually being strategic. Which I will now quote here, because it jumpstarted more of a thought and I want to share that thought here.

"I first encountered this story in the form of a library book where it was straight up pointed out that's what she did, so I was on a look out for it in the scene even before I saw the film. I was a greater reader than a film-watcher, so I encountered many Disney films as books first.
But in retrospect, I have a feeling it was specifically a run of Disney books published in the Czech Republic where the stories were re-told by a Czech writer (Pavel Šrut); he had a great gift for picking up on the really important stuff in them and telling a great story in the confines of a children's picture-book (he wrote his own excellent original stuff, too, so he wasn't just a hack writer paid to do it). It coloured my view of the stories a lot, in a good way. But it also meant that with some of the films, when I finally watched the thing, I was actually disappointed that they spent so much time on the unimportant things in the story and many of these important character-building moments were kind of passed over... :D"

And now the further thought is... I think those books also kind of spoiled me for the blockbustery kinds of films that everyone raves about when I finally get to see them. I'm the sort of person who often watches films with a delay. So I often find myself in a similar situation, where people filter out the important stuff for me so I then end up being disappointed by all the unimportant stuff also present. Everyone was raving about Pacific Rim and Mako Mori so I instead ended up being disappointed that she actually wasn't the main protagonist. Et cetera.

I also once had the odd experience of realising that I had actually never seen the animated Anastasia, and that the real thing had a lot more of the crazy black magic stuff and explosions and whatnot in it than the story in my head.

I mean, it's not my only experience. But I realised that that sort of experience is kind of symptomatic of me as a reader first.
I grew up without a TV, and moreover, I grew up kind of spoilt by the choice of films I did get to see - because when I did get to see something, it was often "tested by time". It doesn't mean I don't watch my share of mindless entertainment - especially because I think sometimes you simply do need that sort of thing, to clear your head - and also I'm not into heavy artsy stuff either. But I am kind of spoilt by, say, quality old Czech fairy tale films where very often the character arc is the story, with far less of the flashy stuff around it that actual Disney films delight in. Many of which were based on stories by, um, actual writers like Pavel Šrut (who did indeed write one fairy tale screenplay) who didn't just focus on what would look good on the screen but what would work as a story. (This is a gross simplification of both sides of the coin but I hope you get what I'm getting at.)

So it makes me wonder. There probably aren't that many people nowadays with my experience growing up - when I was growing up, people would react to learning of our not having TV like I've grown a second head. It's perhaps actually more common and accepted now than it was then - but it's because people just watch stuff on their computers and phones these days. So there probably are very few people who, like me, grew up with the occasional TV experience at family and friends and the occasional conema outing, and otherwise buried in books.

It's not like I had not read my share of stupid children's books, either.

But the indisputable fact is that a book works differently from a film, and that I encountered many of these stories as books first so my perception of them is coloured that way. I share some of the same defining fiction moments with people of my generation but at the same time I don't. The people commenting at the YouTube videos will have memories of the songs and action, and are suddenly realising the character arcs years later, and I have memories of the character arcs and am only now discovering the songs and the action. And it's a bit weird sometimes.

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 I've just had a lightbulb moment of realising that maybe one of the reasons I'm so into Found Family elements in stories is because it happened in my own family.

I grew up with mom's stories of Grandma Š. who was a bit of a touchstone - and anecdote - for old-fashioned femininity in the stories of my childhood. Grandma Š. was the one with ideas of how a proper lady behaved. We have vintage linens from Grandma Š.  that have that quality of really proper vintage linens. (Finding a duvet cover with the respective initials in my stack of old torn linens to possibly turn into costumes is what jumpstarted this train of thought and I suddenly realize that duvet cover may be getting close to around 80 or 90 years old... and is still of better quality than many a newer one.) Grandma Š. was the one wearing old-fashioned underwear that years later my mom would tell me about to paint a picture of the past. I have a vague suspicion that some of the antique sewing supplies I got from my grandma originally came from Grandma Š.

Over the years, I gradually pieced together the story of my Great-Grandma Š. who, it turns out, was not a blood relative at all.

The bare bones of the story are roughly this:

Mrs Š. lost her daughter when her daughter was about twenty and about to get married.

My grandma lost her mother when she was young.

Years later, when Mrs Š. was a lonely old lady with a fairly large house with a garden she had no one to bequeath to, and she was getting frail, there was (I think in the same church?) this young motherless girl just getting married who didn't really yet have any proper place to live and to raise the family she wanted. So Mrs Š. had a proposal: The young couple could move in with her, and take care of her in her waning days, and they could keep the house and basically become Mrs Š.'s sole beneficiaries. And Mrs Š. would spend her last days with a young family instead of lonely.

Her last days turned out to be quite a number of years, and it's not difficult to imagine having young people and children around her had something to do with that. (Also, my grandma was a nurse - well, pediatric nurse, but still a nurse - and my grandpa was a dental technician so Mrs Š. was definitely a clever old lady.)

It's a rather weird arrangement on one hand, but on the other hand that's how my mom grew up with two grandmas after all.

It's one of those things that are par for the course for you when you're a child and that only slowly sink in as you grow up.

So... yeah. I guess I'm into Found Family and Mandalorian concepts of family and I am writing that odd but very real family arrangement Frank and Methos and my OC Ondra have because... to me, it's par for the course to have a Great-Grandma who wasn't a blood relative  and to thus have heirlooms from someone who wasn't a blood relative so... duh.

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