cimorene: (workout)
LAPSI 1: Sä olet ihan lapsi!
AIKUINEN: Mikä sinä sitten olet? Aikuinen?
LAPSI 1: Mä olen melkein aikuinen.
LAPSI 2: Ei, ku sä olet lapsi. [MIETII] Sä olet IHAN lapsi.

And here's a few things that do translate:

CHILD 1: We can't do this. We need help.


CHILD: Hair styling is also my hobby! Everything is my hobby!


CHILD: How old are you anyway, 40?
ADULT: 26.
CHILD: That's almost 40. My mom is 50 and you're almost that old.
cimorene: Screencap of an iChat conversation bubble that says "Dude?" (huh?)
My dad's been low-level sick and riding the calling Drs merry-go-round for more than a month now, until two weeks ago a new assistant discovered a previously hidden pressure sore. So yay, solved, and he only had to go through a few more trips to various medical places, this time focused on treatment...

... except apparently he was ordered bed rest to decrease a risk of sepsis (?!), but a nurse said it to him when handing him his orders and the doctor didn't repeat it, so my dad decided that it didn't count. (??!!)

This, according to my mom, may or may not have to do with the fact that he actualfax loathes being in bed, even at nighttime (he finds it both uncomfortable and boring) and has been delaying going to bed as long as possible for weeks now, resulting in nodding off during the day.

RESULT: An exciting trip to the ER and he's now been admitted to the hospital. He hates the hospital. My mom was angry/worried enough to type like five screens' worth of explanation on her iphone, and my mom's patience for texting is usually very very low. My dad has apologized profusely to everybody for the worrying.
cimorene: murder magician: "i'm serious." assistant: "he is." (srs bzns)
My coworker asked me to wake the naptime stragglers & Child Who Always Wants Adult Attention was still lying there, unspeaking, even after I made three trips over the next five minutes attempting to request, command and cajole her.

"You won't have time to eat snack with everybody" left her unmoved, as did "Everybody else is up playing already" and "You have to get dressed and eat so you can go outside and play."

Finally I had a brainstorm.

ME: You know, I've already laid out your clothes on the carpet, and your sparkly barrette. If you don't want to wear it some other child might.
ME: I mean, it's just lying there and everyone else is in there playing, and who knows? One of them might pick it up.
cimorene: (stfu)
8:20 walk to work. Load dishwasher. Dress children.
9:30 walk with 2-yo by the hand over railway overpass to elementary school.
10. Undress children. Running-around-time in socks in a very cold, tiny, wood-floored gym. Dress children again.
11. Back to daycare. Undress children again. Unload the dishwasher.
11:30 Lunch. Load the dishwasher.
12-13. Do all the dishes from the daycare's bigger building using the industrial dishwasher.
13. Break... sort of... during which I had to put away the lunch dishes. (I sat down long enough to fix and drink two cups of tea in between doing stuff.)
13:45 Setting up snack for the big building.
14. Back to little building, talking 2-year-olds through diaper removal and dressing themselves.
14:30 My coworkers in the little building prefer to prepare snack themselves even though it's technically my job. Snacktime.
15. Chilling on the floor and occasionally saying things like "Come out of there" and "Don't throw that".

My work day technically ends at 15:45 but my coworkers tend to release me half an hour early, which I find reasonable because a) they don't need the extra pair of hands especially once kids start leaving and b) I don't get a real break during the day.

There's a windstorm warning and the wind was already blowing hard enough on my way to work this morning that it held me immobile with one foot in the air as I leaned into it trying to walk across the street. When I went outside again in the afternoon the sidewalk, road and park are littered with fallen branches, including several longer than I am tall. The children can't go outside this afternoon because of the big trees in the yard.
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The last time I cut my hair, I accidentally made the chin-length bob a hair too short and didn't like it, and decided to do a pixie cut instead.

But I have regretted this bitterly ever since (and increasingly), especially now, a month and a half on: it's like John Sheppard's greatest hits constantly. I can't just part it on the side and comb it down because IT WON'T LIE DOWN no matter what I do (even saturate it with gel and/or mousse and/or leave in conditioner).

I also can't just comb it up into spikes or a fauxhawk or whatever either: it absolutely refuses to point in any less than 20 directions, a minimum of 10 of these undesirable ones.
cimorene: (crack)
I had a really long discussion at lunch today with my tablemate1 about what monkeys might or might not like to eat, with a firm understanding that bananas come first and then a lot of speculation building on that - do monkeys like chicken? Maybe they prefer fruit in general?

My conversational partner's imagination was really stuck on sauce (we had chicken breasts cooked in a sort of curry-colored, mild fruity sauce for lunch today. She said she liked it at first but she didn't eat much of it). Namely, do monkeys like it?

We talked about how in the wild monkeys don't cook so they don't get sauce; but plenty of monkeys live in captivity so they might eat sauces there (someone would have to ask a zoo employee for example, and she interjected excitedly "I CAN ASK!" "Yes, if you go to a zoo and meet a zookeeper"); but even if they don't already eat sauce, they might LIKE sauce.

She kept coming back to that:

"They COULD like sauce," she announced (several times).


"They might eat it."

"Yep, they might eat it if you give it to them."

"They might eat chicken and sauce."

"If monkeys eat chicken at all they might. I'm not sure if they do."

"They might just eat sauce, without chicken."

"That's true, they might. Lots of people like sauce. Maybe monkeys would too."

"Sauce might be tasty to monkeys."

"Yep, it might."




I've never heard her talking about monkeys before, so I'm a bit curious where that came from.

1. I had two more tablemates, but one of them is monosyllabic because she's only mastered a couple of words, and the other was a 20-year-old substitute without any experience who was simply understandably shy.

I thought about bringing up that to my certain knowledge many monkeys eat insects, but my insect-related vocabulary in Finnish is slim and my coworkers are the type who react sensitively to insects and have weirdly exhaustive lists of things they apparently think you shouldn't discuss at the table, so I didn't want to risk it.
cimorene: murder magician: "i'm serious." assistant: "he is." (srs bzns)
It's interesting both that Armitage wears a legit stereotypical hooked Jew nose prosthetic in The Hobbit and that so much fanart ignores it.

From many angles:

  • The visual references to Judaism in The Hobbit are no doubt inspired directly by Tolkien as the association between dwarves and the jewish people is widely known.

  • As such, they are almost certainly intended to be both subtle and respectful - see the changes made to alleviate the 'species-wide greediness' aspect of the story and instead to underscore the 'return to homeland' narrative, for example.

  • But in the context of Jewish references, adding a characteristic such as this nose is neither subtle nor respectful; having one of your references to a culture that is the object of an allegorical exploration be the well-known object of racist caricature seems like an OBVIOUSLY really bad idea (unless that's the point, but then you have to problematize it).

  • However, it's obviously still subtle enough to go over the heads of a lot of blissfully ignorant people.

  • So this situation manages to be uncomfortable both coming and going, because first there's Racist Caricature Face, and then there's the fanart re-whitewashing the character by eliminating it in favor of a straight one like the actor's.

  • It goes without saying that 'maybe that didn't occur to the filmmakers' is not an excuse because it's their job to make sure that it occurs to them, even though it is sadly not impossible (NB it IS an excuse for the fanartists. They're in it for fun and fannish love, not to make millions and not backed by a lot of mega corporations ultimately enriching Donald Trump or whoever. The fact that they genuinely lack the cultural context to recognize the racist caricature is genuinely interesting here).

  • It should be noted the nose prosthetics on many of the other dwarves are not Jewish noses, just as their iconography is very different - their styles of hair and clothing also relying on entirely different referents - but that Fili's, for example, is still bulbous, even though his and Kili's visual style follow Thorin's otherwise. Of course, that means that hooked noses can't possibly be a 'racial' feature of dwarves in general (though the foundation of the stereotype for Jews is also a bit shaky), so maybe that makes it okay?

    But no, it still has to be suspect for several reasons:
    1. The amount of design that went into the character. Not a single facet of his appearance is due to chance. The nose was designed. It went through multiple iterations.

    2. The symbolic significance of the character. He represents - stands for- other dwarves, and dwarfishness, on multiple levels, both metatextual and within the text.

    3. He is the locus of the most intense Jewishness references already - the exile and return, the quest, the daring warrior king.

  • For the title assertion, I followed a link from Wikipedia to here: The First Book of Samuel by David Toshio Tsumura
cimorene: art by autumn whitehurst (godlike)

"I never use ketchup... I don't even like it. I mean, except when I'm making pasta sauce with ground beef and on top of the pizza crust of course, but not just on top of food."

cimorene: (workout)
  1. This fic is not beta-ed nor brit-pricked. How do you even write things and how do you come up with titles really?

  2. ((And please just pretend that there is a timeline that makes sense, lol, I'm afraid I'm ignoring such things for the sake of a good story))

  3. TW: Major Character Deaths
    I would recommend listening to the song while you read, but also adding in the lyrics in the brackets that I changed from the original song.

  4. Tags: Implied Versatile Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

  5. Please beware. This is an absolute crack! Seriously it’s so shitty but I kind of like it XD

cimorene: Screencap of an iChat conversation bubble that says "Dude?" (huh?)
CHILD: Cim Cim Cim Cim
ME: What?
CHILD: Wasps aren't eaten.
ME: That's true. We don't eat wasps. It isn't a good idea.

SAME CHILD: Where did the siren car go?
ME: Right past us. Somewhere else, where there's probably an emergency.
SAME CHILD: Yes, somewhere far away. I saw a siren car and then a helicopter came and they arrested a monster.
ME: Wow... whoa, a monster?
SAME CHILD: Yes, a big monster. REALLY big. It was this big [Indicates a height of 3']

ADULT: Okay, we've got horses in the barn now, so what animal should live there next? Maybe a cow, or pig?

CHILD, to me: Why do you always wear jeans?
ME: Um - I guess because I like jeans, but -
CHILD: Yeah but sometimes they should be taken off and washed though.
ME: Er, that's right. And that's why I do that. I have more than one pair of jeans.
CHILD: I have some jeans but my favorite pair are pink and they have a zipper AND a button.

ME: Hello.
CHILD: Why are you drawing on your phone?
ME: I like to draw.
CHILD, losing interest: Anyway here's my butt!
OTHER CHILD: And mine!
cimorene: Elizabeth Garvie as Elizabeth in P&P (1980), sitting alone in a smocked white dress, reading Darcy's letter (working)
Today at lunchtime a two-year-old who loves food was sitting next to me without eating at all and it turned out this was because he was falling asleep - literally nodding off in fact; couldn't keep his little eyes open. I spoonfed him a couple of bites and he ate them happily enough... and then his eyes closed again emetophobia, general grossout )

Then at afternoon snacktime the kids were eating bowls of fruit kisseli which is sort of like thin jam, or thick fruit soup (the dictionary offers "fool" and "dessert cream" which sound British and weird and also I had no idea what they were). And one of my two remaining tablemates grossness )

OH AND OKAY one of my coworkers in the Little Kid House is on vacay this week and I only met her substitute on Monday before getting sick the entire week, but I knew I would see her today as well on her last day, so when I walked in and there was a woman of the right general size and shape on the floor playing with a kid, I just assumed it was her.

So when she was like "Hey, good morning", I immediately fixated on her haircut and was like "Have you cut your hair?" which, surprisingly, kind of threw her into confusion.

She said "No," but it was more like "... ??? ??? No... ???" and we kinda stared at each other and she started to explain something along the lines of, "I've come here today..." and I was like

"OH! You're not [Substitute's Name]?"

"No... I'm X, the special education teacher assigned to this daycare..."

"OH, yes, I've seen your picture on the wall in the other building, that's why you looked familiar! Sorry..." I said.

And I mean, she wasn't mad or anything. I think. Just very, very confused.

But when I was telling the other work practicer about it at lunchtime I laughed until I cried.
cimorene: Screencap of an iChat conversation bubble that says "Dude?" (wtf?)
I sent an email to ask how to go about arranging a continuation of this work practice arrangement, because the job bureau only answer the phone when I am busy with said work practice. I got an email back that said if all parties are in favor it's fine, just "deliver a new contract to the job bureau about a week before the end of the current agreement".

Not unnaturally, I think, I took this to mean that all I had to do was deliver the new papers to them about a week before the end of the current agreement.

That's next Friday, so I went there today half an hour before their reception window closes to deliver the papers in question.

But the receptionist guy seemed unaccountably angry, all like "THIS IS TOO LATE" (which left me probably visibly astonished since, half hour before closing) because apparently the social workers have gone home and nobody but them is allowed to accept paperwork because they have to be examined right away to make sure they are in order. This was brand new information for me (I was envisioning a post-box kinda situation where you get an answer in the mail later. I've even been told to send my papers to them in the mail for a past work practice).

"You have to come back Monday," he continued, sounding about as annoyed as if HE was the one who was going to have to run across town first thing Monday morning and miss an hour of work. "Between nine and three." He also conveyed with a world-weary air that the workers' office hours are ALWAYS then which I already knew, but didn't say as it was unlikely to help things along.

"Someone tried to call you," he added disapprovingly, "on the 13th, and you didn't answer." The same day I got my email reply so I assume to convey the contents of the email, and definitely while I was at work but not a number I knew came from them. Talking would have enabled me to get that detail ironed out, but I can't leave my ringer on all the time and since 9 out of 10 unknown numbers are telemarketers, I answer to them but I can't start calling them back.

I'm irritated that I have to go back, but there isn't anybody to blame really, as I imagine the writer of the email expected me to understand 'deliver the papers' to imply 'into the hands of a social worker, and then watch with an air of alert anxiety while they examine them'. So I don't really blame that person, or, hence, anyone but the inevitable gaps between cogs in the machinery of bureaucracy. Therefore, mostly I'm kinda stumped by the dude's irritation.

I mean, of course it's better when there aren't these little misunderstandings, but he has to see a lot of them working reception in the most overworked and understaffed organ of federal bureaucracy around, right? And his attitude would be entirely understandable if I had been a Difficult Customer, but I hadn't; or making more work for anyone but myself, but also I hadn't (there wasn't anyone else there and it's not like he could leave early). Maybe he was having a really bad week.

I want cookies.
cimorene: A vintage nouveau illustration of a reclining woman embracing the enormous head of a dragon (domestic)
So there's a Finnish word for "boo-boo" (which is pipi and that's a whole other story in terms of English-speaker associations lol) but I didn't know it. I'm now learning bits of babytalk at this daycare which I can use in Finnish, even though when I speak English I can't really make myself use that kind of language because I was only exposed to parental contempt for it as a small child and never used it myself at that age.

But when I first got here I didn't know and a few days in the two-year-old who constantly demands adult attention was like:

CHILD (in a trembly little voice): I'M BLEEDING
Me: Oh yeah, I see, do you have a small wound on your lip?

Well, she picked that up from me - the somewhat situationally inappropriate "wound", I mean (babytalk aside, it's not really a word that makes you think of a tiny scratch with a single drop of blood welling up, hence my attempt to modify it with 'small'). And ever since then she's been talking about the wounds she has (and once she told me that I had a wound on my face - it was a healing zit). These have included another split lip from the playground, a bruise, a scrape, a hangnail and a papercut. It always goes

CHILD: Look! Look, I have a wound!!

It's very cute because she's really really tiny and can't completely form the words correctly yet but she says it super super solemnly, all 0.0
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So as the lone native speaker in an English "shower" (less than an immersion which in Finnish is a "bath", so it's a sort of pun) daycare where part of the paid service is using English phrases with children, should I correct my Finnish coworkers' mispronunciations?

I've noticed two so far, but I haven't corrected them. In one case she'd already taught all the children to pronounce "owl" OH-wl, and in the other she wasn't talking to the children at all and I presume she just said pudding ("POOdding") so any little eavesdroppers wouldn't realize we were having chocolate for snacktime and get excited in advance.

People feel quite differently about such things - some welcome it and some hate it - so usually I don't offer corrections without strong reason to believe the person would welcome it, usually when they've asked me to teach them something. But having been told that I was chosen for the work practice partly so they could get the benefit of my English skills (although the context for that was using them to talk to the children!)...?
cimorene: (stfu)
I got so much appreciation for overacted death-by-poisonings from some preschoolers today that they got overexcited and started throwing the plastic insects at me instead of "biting" me with them and I had to ultimately say,

"Girls - GIRLS! NO! - You know you aren't allowed to throw - DON'T THROW - STOP IT. No throwing toys and - STOP no pulling my clothes! Tugging on people's clothes isn't allowed!"

I didn't even get to use more than a tiny fraction of the potential overacted death impressions available to me, and apparently this activity is about as safe and sane for 4-year-old ingestion as a whole bag of Halloween candy all at once, so I suppose I won't be able to go back to it. Their tiny bodies just can't handle that amount of excitement I guess.
cimorene: the antique shop by john watkins chapman (studying)
The work practice has been going for 2½ weeks now and I'd say I have settled in and am enjoying myself.

In the past, I have found younger children less interesting than the 1st-3rd grade schoolchildren I have also interacted with, because the latter are more cognitively complex, I suppose. This particular daycare has already got the full complement of assistants and practicers in the older children's group, though, so I am with the up-to-age-3 group except 2 hours during their naptime.

But surprisingly, my Finnish is enough better now that I communicate more easily with the small children. Also of course, there is less talking in this group (although there wouldn't be in a similar sample of under 3s from my family so I am always a little shocked by the relative untalkativeness of other young children: however, as always, there are a couple of complete chatterboxes who demand adult attention 100% of the time and more than make up for everyone else's comparative quietude).

The terrible twos are perhaps aptly named - I've witnessed several drawn-out, lying on the floor tantrums for utterly mystifying reasons1 which were quite difficult not to laugh at -, but I actually find the children in that stage more interesting than the ones that are just slightly older than them, because the age group around 3-6 for the most part aren't very interested in adults:

  • they are mostly uncurious about the presence of adults around them and the changes in the adult cast

  • most of them will accept adult participation in their play if offered but will not request it, but others are too shy to play with adults, even known ones

  • for most of them this lack of curiosity extends to obliviousness about being observed by adults and they not only don't notice if you are laughing out loud at them, which is a relief because my baby sister always did at their age, but many of them will say things directly in front of the adults in the room that are supposed to be secret from them ("I took this from the other playroom but don't tell anybody!" "Let's play that we're making food for her but really we put poison in it but don't tell her until after she eats it.")

There are a few unusual children who are equally as interested in interacting with adults - at their age, in demanding the adults play with them, where children of that type a bit younger just want any adult attention whatsoever and a bit older often want to be talked with and listened to instead. So mostly I'm not actually left with NOTHING to do, unless the adult-friendly children are asleep or playing outside, and then I have to make more of an effort to join in other children's play.

A few memorable conversations:

CHILD: I was afraid of it.
ADULT: You don't have to be afraid of shirts!

CHILD: This lion doesn't have the energy to live anymore.
OTHER CHILD: This game is cool!

CHILD (on play phone): What? (gasp) The Groke is going to EAT me?!
SAME CHILD (calmly): What a pity.

CHILD: What do you want?
ME: Can I have anything from the menu?
ME: A shortage, please.
CHILD: If you order that you'll be here all day!

Footnote: enumeration of tantrums:Read more... )
cimorene: (Default)
Last Tuesday's false alarm about getting sick aside - at least, I still THINK it was a false alarm - I now can't breathe through my nose. It started feeling mildly congested Friday morning and by dinnertime I had to take a Sudafed. I'm still inclined to consider Tuesday a false alarm though, because I've certainly never had a complete recovery from the sore throat phase of a cold/flu followed by two days of perfect, symptom-free good health and high energy before the onset of head congestion. Although I guess it's possible my immune system was winning at first but got overtaken.

I finished reading all Catriona McPherson's literary output and the series remained a favorite throughout (My mom and [personal profile] waxjism's mom are the only people in my immediate circle who read mysteries but I have talked mine into them already with my review, and will give one to my MIL as a gift at the next opportunity.)

I also read the whole Rivers of London series because three people on my Tumblr feed had simultaneously started posting about them and I happened to catch a couple of quotes that I liked. (Then I read some fanfiction about them - not all of it, but most of it - and I started trying to talk my family and [personal profile] waxjism into reading them but none of them have yet. My parents don't do ebooks, and they're both sitting on about a year-long to-read pile which in my dad's case is regularly augmented by free review copies, but they and my sister at least agreed, after being plied with quotes, that they were persuaded.)

I've also continued reading the output of British contemporary detective writer Ruth Dudley Edwards, and still like her wit, plots, and characters; however, contrary to expectation, the introduction of the apparently well-known Baroness "Jack" Troutbeck has put me off rather. You see, the first book she appears in has as its central topic Political Correctness Gone Mad Read more... ).

I also read the first 1½ Campion books by Margery Allingham, but I'm finding the second one pretty impossible and am on the verge of giving up. I know she started writing very young, so I wonder if there's anyone who can recommend one of the better ones to start with? Part of the problem is that they are tending a little more towards action-thriller than simple detective stories, which is not my preference, and on top of that they're flavored strongly with Gothic, and then on top of THAT they've been too tropey for my taste so far.
cimorene: A vintage nouveau illustration of a reclining woman embracing the enormous head of a dragon (domestic)
Sometimes my throat swells most of the way closed, which feels similar to the intensely sore throat that usually precedes the nasal congestion stage of a cold for me.

Not counting colds - I don't think it swells quite as much with a cold? - this has happened to me maybe an average of (I think) less than once a year for the last 12 or 13 years.

I'm fairly certain the reaction is caused by perfumes, but perfumes and perfumed cosmetics have so many ingredients that I can't really be sure which one(s). Lavender is a suspect, but I am exposed to lavender a lot of times when it doesn't happen (this could be because it's a small concentration and doesn't go in my nose and mouth enough, I guess). Most of the times have been caused by perfumed stuff actually on my face - the first time memorably by smearing a streak of Bath & Bodyworks hand sanitizer that hadn't fully dried on my hand accidentally on my cheek next to my nose, and the second-latest time by a Body Shop cream face cleanser with a billion ingredients. (The reason I suspect lavender is because the only time when perfumes weren't involved, it happened after drinking a cup of herbal lavender tea.) (My mom used to have lavender soap in the linens though, and I guess it made me sneeze maybe, but it never caused a big bother. That I know of.)

Anyway, I thought I was getting better at guessing but today I was almost certain I was getting sick, but then my throat started feeling almost all the way better so I guess it was an allergic reaction after all. Depressing. And maybe I should see a doctor or something about it.
cimorene: (crack)
After my previous disillusioned post, I had the idea of digging into the early history of Golden Age mysteries and ended up link-surfing from Wikipedia to this book's page on Goodreads.

The line that sold me on reading it was:
"This is the first of Ruth Dudley Edwards' witty, iconoclastic but warm-hearted satires about the British Establishment."

It wasn't as personally enchanting to me as the Dandy Gilver mysteries (male protagonists, no historical setting and fewer of my narrative kinks), but it was a funny satire, extremely vividly and skillfully written, with a light-ish tone of black humor. It was a contemporary novel in 1982 so I don't know who edited the writer into the Wikipedia list of Golden Age authors, as she is obviously well after it, though one can see the resemblance. Still, grateful that they did and all that. Will happily read the sequels.
cimorene: (perfect)
I was looking at popular series and award-winning writers from a couple of websites that specialize in cozy mysteries, then looking for female protagonists and female writers. My main motivation in looking for cozies is a preference for a more Golden Age style versus modern bestsellerese (style), thrillers (genre), and law enforcement (subject matter). I'd be just as happy to read a modern locked mansion murder that was graphically bloody as long as the narration and storytelling were good and lacking clumsy clues, exposition dumps, and too many points of view.

One of the sites also had a thematic division of mysteries so I browsed through their description of the historical ones, but the few that I looked up samples from weren't at all what I was looking for. Read more... )

I also looked at short samples of a handful more modern American so-called cozies, but they had the same tweeness and unskilled writing, though in varying mixtures, as the aforementioned cookie shop mystery that irritated me so much.

So now I guess if I want to find more mysteries to read I should look at ones that are not considered cozy, perhaps? But I'm not sure I really feel up to it anymore yet. I've spent a week or so reading Catriona McPherson and have almost finished everything in her ouvre (I'm saving the last two because I am reluctant to run out), and after you discover a new writer that's rocketed up into your top ten list, almost everything else you try to read is going to be a bit of a let-down. Maybe I'll just reread some old favorites instead.


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