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The Masks of the Eshadra

The Eshadra had been wearing masks long before the Empire had discovered them.

At first (for a long time, actually), the Empire, or at least the Imperial would-be scholars1 who attempted to treat with the Eshadra2  believed that the masks were simply a guard against the weather.  After all, the Eshadra lived in a cold, dry climate which was unbearable on the naked face and would quickly rip ones lungs to pieces without some sort of filter; in this weather, the Imperial explorers gladly took the gifted face-masked, lined with the softest fur, and did not ask too many questions.

Of course, in that time and in that place, they were not inclined to ask questions as much as they were to make assumptions anyway.  The Eshadra greeted Imperial people only in the small front room of their houses – houses which Imperial people first thought were that small, little huts built into mountainsides.  When they realized the huts were only the fronts of the home, they assumed that the Eshadra cloistered their women.

When they realized a few of the Eshadra they’d been talking to were women, they assumed then that the Eshadra cloistered some women. Perhaps there was an exception for certain trades?  By this point, there were certain trades that the Empire, if not all its client components, had declared were to be open to people no matter their gender or rank.

Meanwhile, they had studied the form of the masks, the style of them, and realized that there were patterns of beading on the outside, or fur trim, or embroidery, or all three.  They asked what the decorations meant, belatedly, but because they did not understand the answer, they assumed it was superstition and chalked it up as such.

One particularly interested scholar, who was unnoted in their own time but later considered remarkable, asked more questions.

The scarf, ah, the fleoioa-

ffle-e-o-ioa-a, the guide corrected.  Helloanei was, according to this scholar – we will call them by the name the Olleaiaelloa gave them here, Loearanni3, the-story-bringer – not only a willing guide and very quick to pick up both Imperial Standard and (as the Imperial folks learned later than they expected), several of the home-tongues, Helloanei was also an attractive and clever young woman and an amazing hunter. 

Ffle-e-o-ioa.  This wards off demons.  The ice?

The ice is one demon.  See here, these lines here.  If I need to take a mask, this mask tells me it protects me the most from cold.  But if I am sick, this mask here, it keeps the sickness demons from bothering others.  And this one, if I visit a sick relative, see?

they all have a similar central pattern.

ah, well.  Here, Loearanni’s notes tell that Helloanei laughed.  Well, when one is covered head-tip to toe-tips, those tell people who one is.

Ah.  What do ours say?

yours, yours says Lo-e-ar-ran-ni, that is, story-bringer.  The others,. and here she giggled.  One can tell from Loearanni’s notes that already the Imperial scholar was smitten.  The others, they all say ‘stupid stranger’.  That tells us that we should make sure they stay away from steep cliffs and wild dogs and not let them go into the desert alone.

Her, Loearanni’s notes say “I did my best in Helloanei’s language to thank her for her care to my idiot kinfolk.”

Loearanni was the first, as far as we can tell, to connect the Eshadran demons to then-speculative theories on disease transmission.   Loearanni was also the first to be able to document the ceremony with which an Eshadran removed their face mask.

For many years, Loearanni was called a liar, among less kind things – because the notes on this said when Helloaneei began to remove her mask, she explained matters to me which are secrets in the Olleaiaelloa and in the Hafeallo as well. I will not relay these secrets, but I will say: if an Olleaiaello-eh-a takes off their mask for you, take it very, very seriously indeed.  There is no more serious thing for their people.

It would have done the whole world a great deal of good if more in the Empire had heeded this.  Less than a century later, the Empire found itself in a tricky situation when an Emperor demanded that the Eshadran envoy remove his mask in the presence of the Emperor.

Due to some careful verbal footwork by the translator, seeking to avoid offence, the Eshadran envoy took this as a request, which led to the envoy believing the Emperor had just proposed marriage.

And ever since, the Eshadra have been part of the Empire.


1 The scholars of this point were not the Informers.  The Informers were already a nascent organization, but they would not reach the Eshadra for many years yet.

2 from a word in the home language of one of those scholars, which referred to mythical ice demons; they called themselves the Olleaiaelloa.

3 While the reasons for such will not be clear here, we can state this one: that this is the name that Loearanni themselves preferred in later days.


This story brought to you by:

Current events, gasp

Listening to Today I Found Out, something about Miasma Theory, and something similar (it all sort of merges togther)

The Inuit, although not directly.  

Work From Home Blog: Day 20

Birthday

Today starts the 4th week of my work-from-home adventure, and tomorrow is my birthday (Happy birthday to my cousin C today, who is a day and a year older than me and is at home with 8-year-old triplets and a child a year or two younger… here’s hoping she’s kept her sanity!). 

(Shh, I know what it says on all my profiles.  That’s … a thing. )

That means Thursday is T’s birthday, and that makes Wednesday the holiday we usually celebrate as Our Birthday.  I often take off either My Birthday or Our Birthday off of work, but I’m sort of wondering what the point is this time. 

I mean, maybe I can find out if one of my favorite Thai places is still open  & doing take-out, that’d be nice. I haven’t had Thai in a while…. Maybe I’ll make myself a cake. 😀 😀

And then make T a cake 2 days later…

Yesterday, I met Mom & Dad halfway at a park at the top of Seneca Lake & we had a rather chilly picnic and a nice walk.  Mom made veganized German Potato Salad (It was really quite good) and the sweet rolls I love and never make because Extra Steps. 

We were a nice Social Distance away from the fishermen fishing up and down the river.  ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seneca_River_(New_York) )

There were also people walking their dogs, people biking, and people doing something that looked like parasailing maybe? Paraskiing?

Ah!  A google tells me it was probably kitesurfing!  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiteboarding

For a windy, grey day before the park even opened, when all the bathrooms and playgrounds were closed, it was a rather busy day at the beach – and everyone kept their distance. 

We’re not going to have picnic weather again this week or next, it looks like, but maybe we can come up with something.

Anyone else marking holidays or landmarks while in lockdown?  How’re you improvising?

Saving the Cult (if not the World), Chapter Fifteen

Saving the Cult (If not the World) "It's time." Manfield Lee knew he was good at sounding authoritative even when he didn't know what he was talking about - he'd turned a fortune into a megafortune doing just that, after all, not to mention running the Organization - but right now, he DID know what he was talking about. After all, it was just a date, wasn't it? And if the date turned out to be wrong, well, then he knew exactly what to blame it on, and that blame would fall on the scholars and the psychics, not on him. The other thing Manfield Lee knew how to do was to place the blame in very specific ways that were not him.

Grocery shopping was not, in theory, a novel sort of thing.  Lina did it every second week for the family back home. 

But when she was doing so with three rich boys who had never had to do that sort of thing – “Why not just have a grocery service?” – it turned into an adventure. 

It helped, or possibly made things worse, that it being late at night, they were nearly the only people in the store.  It helped that they were actually buying things, although Lina’s mental list appeared to confuse everyone but Jackson, who actually knew how to cook. 

“So why are we shopping again?” Dylan asked, when the cart was half-full.  “I mean – there’s already food up there.”

“But is it good food?  Also, I want to make pizza.”

“Make?  Make pizza?”  Continue reading

Work From Home Blog: Day 19

Today, in lieu of a work blog post, I’m going to present a couple scenes or snippets from my morning dream, which was weird.

Class was in a huge room -a cathedral? Possibly a former cathedral. It had that feeling.  The professor was unkind, short with anyone.

And as if the words had been presented on a script, I found myself cutting in.  “Professor, if you think that we are idiots, the reasonable thing to do would be to explain things to us when we ask questions. If you continue to berate us, we won’t ask questions, and thus we’ll stay ignorant.”

The professor ignored me completely.

I fled up to the choir loft. Here things become a little obscure, because I believe three things happened at once, but my dreams do like to overlap scenes.

Angels came crashing in from the highest window, from the skylight, and landed in the choir loft.  Other people examined them, finding they were covered in lash marks, dead, fear on their faces.

What could make the angels fear? people murmured.

The man-who-was-courting-dream-me brought me a bag of chocolate and told me he thought I was crazy, but it was all right.

In another place, an Emperor forced a prisoner to tell him who he’d been.

In the Cathedral, the Emperor walked down the stairs and declared himself returned.  He declared the man-who-was-courting-me to be his heir, because such was needed now, in this time of chaos.

The Emperor was back, he declared, and there would be Changes.

I watched the man I loved – by this point I was no longer me, outside of that person, but we’ll stick with “I” for the moment – walk out to greet the crowd, a smaller crowd at a rural church.  He’d been adorned, wearing the golden headpiece and torque of a pharaoh, although his lovely curly hair was still visible.

(Was the scene where a ninja-warrior girl broke in and stole some clothes from a statue, the golden headcloth and the complicated torque and some clattering head-beads, was that part of the dream, or was that in something I watched?)

“He’s not all that good looking,” murmured Missandei in my ear, but I disagreed.  He was perfect – but the Emperor had stolen him from me to make him a god.

I was watching as the now-High-King-and-Savior (the man who had courted me) took off the headpiece.  “Is this what you did to them?” he asks the Emperor, in private. “When you came the last time? Did you trick them into making them think you were a god?”

“I did what was necessary,” the Emperor told him.  “And so will you.”

The overarching story appeared to be one of someone who ruled over a huge empire but rarely made a showing, who used trickery a la Wizard of Oz and special effects when he needed to, especially on backwards worlds.

And then, of course, I woke up.

Work From Home Blog: Day 18

I miss small talk.

I didn’t realize this until Monday, Tuesday, when people were walking, running, jogging by and I would be far more chatty than I normally am with strangers-walking. And then picking up pizza last night (we have finally run out of things that Must Be Cooked in our fridge), and I wanted to talk talk talk.

Not about anything important. Not to form any meaningful connection.  Just to chat.  Just to have intercourse with another human being that was in no way Important, or tricky, or anything. Just Chatting.

(Husband is not great at Chatting.  Even social media these days is fraught with traps, although cat pictures are safe everywhere (which is good; Oli has taken to camping out on my desk and sometimes directly in front of my laptop camera) and my realization yesterday that I could make masks and skirts that met was met with lots of favorites… but little interaction, even at the small talk level.

I want to chat with people about how their day was and what they had for dinner, you know?  What their cats are doing even when I don’t care, so I can talk about what my cat is doing (sleeping on the back of the chair next to me, like she does every morning; Theo is stalking the house looking for something and Oli is probably looking for more food.).  Or you know, what our plans are for the weekend (Same thing we do every night, Pinky.) or the yard chores we can do now that the snow is hopefully gone.

We need to repair our garden beds. I suppose at some point we’ll actually have to GO to Lowes, since they do not deliver peat moss, even when you’re having a fridge and a lawn roller delivered.

Oh, and then of course we’re going to roll our lawn (roll your own… ♪♫) and we bought lawn timbers (we had to measure our lawn to buy a fridge!).

And firewood.

And more firewood.

Last night was moving firewood to clear a spot to put the car in the Spare Driveway (so our house has 2 driveways – one in front of the garage, and then, 50-100 feet away, one in front of the house.  The garage one is currently, and often, filled with firewood.) so the ‘fridge could be delivered.

So!  What are you up to?

What are you doing this coming weekend?

How’re your yards, if you have them?  How’re your cats?

How are you doing with socialization and interaction?

Did anyone else scroll through two weeks of XKCD comics to find the CORRECT coronavirus comic?1

…OH that’s part of why I keep listening to podcasts.

NOISE

Malina and the Border Banners, Chapter 8 (A Story for B)

Began here.
Chapter 2 here
Chapter 3 here.
Chapter 4 here.
Chapter 5 here.

It had been a long day for Malina Serafina Anastazja Dominika Naveed Jeleń nic Cecília O Alexandre, a long day now exacerbated by a very long hallway. The sand-cat walked at her side; a little fish sprite hopped in front of her in mid-air. 

She opened one more door to find one more, albeit short, hallway; Malina very nearly screamed.  Her feet WERE screaming.

“In the times when this was a fully-occupied castle,” the cat informed her, “These passages would have had guards at all times. The Queen needed her private time.”

“It must have taken her all day just to get there,” Malina muttered.  Continue reading

Work From Home Blog: Day 17

Mines

It’s time to address the cubic elephant in the room:

Minecraft. 

I have been playing a lot of Minecraft. 

The rail line I’m building on our shared server is pretty amazing; the giant room I’m carving out at the bottom of my mine is, um, well, giant, and sometimes I just take a day and build a rail station. 

It’s pretty cool. 

The struggle is keeping it at reasonable levels, and I’m not entirely sure I succeed all the time, but I have check lists of things I want to get done every day – x number of work tasks, x number of things for my web pages, for the house – and as long as I keep those in check, I’m not all that worried. 

One of the things is all those meetings. 

When I’m in a meeting that I need to be at but that’s about it, there’s a lot of sitting-there time and minecraft is a good way to help me focus the rest of my mind on what’s being said. 

Doing actual work means I’m distracted, doing writing is nearly impossible. 

When IRL in meetings, I did drawing.  Maps.

At home, it’s minecraft.

It has a sort of positive/negative effect in that it feels productive. So I feel like I’m getting something done, which is a great feeling, and sometimes with this treading-water feeling work is giving me, is a great thing.  

On the other hand, if I feel like I’m getting something done on the computer when the dishes still need to be done…

(The dishes are done.  The floor has been vacuumed.  Today’s task is cleaning the area around the fridge and the entry way to the house and then cleaning it some more.  And then a little more)

We get a new fridge tomorrow!!!

Work From Home Blog: Day 16

Lipstick

 If you know me in person – which few people reading this do – you know that I rarely wear make-up.  In the last decade, I think I’ve had my makeup done for two weddings and once done something for a LARP.

It’s not that I don’t like the idea of it, it’s that I learned only basic makeup back in the late 80s, early 90s and back then, having ‘cheap skin’ as I do (sensitive skin) everything itched and a bunch of it made me break out.  Not a good look, especially not in your early teens. 

Top that with the fact that I tend to shower, get dressed, leave for work. (Shower, get dressed, log in), and there’s not a lot of makeup going on. 

But I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but we all look sort of weird on camera. 

Mr. Thorn has been suggesting that I try lipstick for a while, because it’s an “easy” (easy for him to say; I NEVER got the hang of lipstick) way to look more professional.  And I’ve been going, “yeah, yeah, sure, some time.”

This time, well.  I really need to get some back lighting for the camera.  I may need to get less Oli-butt on my camera too. But I’d love to look less flat-faced and washed out and, short of losing 80 pounds (working on it) and getting a tan (ha. ha, ha ha.  Ha.), I’m going to need some tricks. 

So I guess I’m going to be learning how to put on lipstick.  At least I have lots and lots and lots of time with nobody but Mr. T, who’s already seen me at best and worst, to see me.   

Anyone have any favorite video tutorials on this? Or tips?

I’m also considering how to hide the consistent, I mean like part of my face consistent, bags under my eyes.  And wishing I’d gotten my eyebrows waxed and a haircut before this whole thing started, instead of putting it off because I didn’t really feel like leaving the house, but at least with that, we’re all in about the same boat. 

(I think I have a box of hair dye somewhere…)

What’re your pet peeves about being on camera?

Is anyone still reading these? Am I talking to myself? I mean, this started as a “live journal” back in the dark ages when livejournal was still invite-only and ad-free, so I suppose that’s not a bad idea, since I’m writing them in part to keep me sane. 😀

Anyone know what makeup looks best on camera?

Or how to deal with looking quite as pallid as I actually am?

Work From Home Blog: Day 15

 What I noticed most this morning was “how is this the beginning of my 4th week of work from home?  Seriously? I’ve been doing this for nearly a month?”

Well, okay, 3 weeks minus a day down does not make for a whole month, but you get the point.  It all sort of blurs together. 

I mean, I’m not known for having a sense of time – a good one or any sense, really – and this is exacerbated by not having different things at work.  Like, I’m not taking Soylent to work 2 days a week and having tacos on Thursday because that’s fish taco day…  

(I miss the lunch people!)

And the differentiation of the weekends is, as mentioned before, not all that strong. 

But there’s also nothing URGENT going on in work stuff, there’s nothing pressing at me other than a whole lot of meetings and webinars and then meetings. 

So “and then we had to start moving ice packs into the fridge” is a lot more notable than “and then there was more meetings and I did some more basic work.”

Speaking of, we’re getting a new fridge on the 9th,which ought to mark time a little.  I consulted with friends who had bought a new fridge, decided “more than the stimulus check for both of us” was too much for a fridge in our situation, but took some advice, looked for a dual compresser, ’cause we’ve had trouble keeping the fridge and freezer in balance, and ended up with a Samsung “entry level” (if these are entry level, what the heck is the $400 fridge we bought the first time?) stainless steel (!) fridge. I’ll let you know how we like it on Friday. 

How are you keeping the days separate?

And at what point does a fridge stop being entry level, and is it before it costs more than $3000?

Saving the Cult (if not the World), Chapter Fourteen

Saving the Cult (If not the World) "It's time." Manfield Lee knew he was good at sounding authoritative even when he didn't know what he was talking about - he'd turned a fortune into a megafortune doing just that, after all, not to mention running the Organization - but right now, he DID know what he was talking about. After all, it was just a date, wasn't it? And if the date turned out to be wrong, well, then he knew exactly what to blame it on, and that blame would fall on the scholars and the psychics, not on him. The other thing Manfield Lee knew how to do was to place the blame in very specific ways that were not him.

There was one of the white-robed security people watching the exit into the parking lot, but he looked distracted and it wasn’t even hard to sneak around him.

Once they were in the lot, it was easy enough to put a couple SUVs in the line of sight between them and the security-cultist, and then it was a straight walk out of the park.

It was later than Lina had realized; most of the houses outside the park had their lights off. They were small houses, well-up-kept — sort of like cottages, but with the feeling that they were lived in year-round.

“The prophecy,” Lina asked Jackson. “It’s just the top of the hill, right? Because if it was all of this, our parents would have bought this all up and built houses here.”

“They keep trying to buy the park,” Dylan offered. “My dad, Ethan’s mom, I think your dad. But the city won’t sell it.”

“The impression given has been a little fuzzy,” Jackson added in. his lips were d he looked like he was reading off an invisible book somewhere in front of him. Lina took his arm so he didn’t wander off the side of the road. “Most of the prophecies seem to suggest a small area — the park, that sort of thing — but a few could mean the whole hill. It’s not a great school district here—”

“Like any of us go to public school,” Ethan scoffed. The further they got away from the campground, the less worried he seemed to be. Lina wondered if they should just run away.

Of course, if the top of the hill was really the only place safe from the end of the world, running away wouldn’t be a good idea. Continue reading