wildeabandon: (books)
2017-06-23 09:22 am

Reading notes

Gosh, I've not done one of these for a while...

The Good Immigrant edited by Nikesh Shukla
This is a series of essays about the experience of being an ethnic minority in the UK. A lot of the ideas were things I'd encountered before, but all presented thoughtfully and engagingly, so it would be a really good starting point for someone who hadn't thought much about race relations to introduce themselves to some of the common ideas and experiences. But there was also a lot that was new to me. Thoughts about representation and tokenism in popular media, about the relationships between generations with different levels of integration, about colourism and casteism, and about the impact on ethnic minority children of growing up learning that stories are about white people.

Seed to Harvest (Wild Seed, Mind of my Mind, Clay's Ark & Patternmaster) by Octavia Butler
This is a collection of four of the five Patternist novels (the fifth is set in the same universe, but I understand doesn't include any of the same characters, and is disliked by the author). These are all exciting and easy to read novels, but other than that and the plot thread that runs between them, they have surprisingly little in common. Wild Seed is alt-history, Mind of my Mind is a near future story about psychic mutants, Clay's Ark is gritty apocalyptic stuff, and Patternmaster is in a distant future that feels more like fantasy than sf. They're all great though - lighter than Kindred, but still packed with ideas about society and hierarchy.

Starting Strength by Mark Rippetoe
This book has a phenomenal amount of detail about the anatomy involved in five major lifts - the squat, deadlift, overhead press, bench press, and power clean. A fairly tedious read, but one which I hope will make me less likely to injure myself.

Building a Bridge: How the Catholic Church and the LGBT Community Can Enter into a Relationship of Respect, Compassion, and Sensitivity by Fr James Martin SJ
I really like Fr James Martin, and his "The Jesuit Guide to (Almost) Everything" is one of the best books about life and religion that I've ever read. This is a short book in two parts; first an essay based on a talk about how the Church hierarchy and LGBT Catholics can heal the divide between the two groups, and secondly a series of suggestions of bible passages and questions that LGBT Catholics and their allies might find useful in prayer and reflection. I liked the essay, although more because it echoed a lot of my own thoughts back at me than because I learned much from it. I think that the more traditionalist members of the church could benefit a lot from reading it and taking it to heart. I think that most LGBT people, especially those who aren't Catholic, would find the suggestion that they too need to show respect, compassion and sensitivity towards those in the hierarchy who have hurt and oppressed them quite frustrating. I have a lot of sympathy with that, but ultimately I think that Fr Martin is correct, both because we are called to love all our neighbours, not just those whom it's easy to love, and because I don't think we will see change any other way.
wildeabandon: musical notes on a stave (music)
2017-06-22 08:51 am

Hobbyish revival

Apparently it's the time of year for reviving old hobbies. I recently got to the top of the waiting list to join the London Gay Men's Chorus, so I'm going to be starting rehearsals with them in September. I'm a bit nervous about this, because singing in public is scary, but also really excited. I'm switching my piano lessons to singing ones for the time being, which should help with the nerves, and having external things to practice for will hopefully mean that I'm a more assiduous student than the last time.

Yesterday I also went climbing for the first time in years. I used to climb quite a bit when I was a teenager, and then about five years ago I tried going with [personal profile] emperor as a day trip from Ardgour, and found it depressingly difficult. Since then my strength to weight ratio has improved significantly, so last night I had a much easier time hauling myself off the ground. I was still distinctly conscious that the kind of strength you need in order to lift a heavy thing and then lower it five times before putting it down and having a break to recover is quite different from the kind of sustained effort you need to put in climbing a wall. I started with what was probably the easiest route on the wall, and then gradually increased in difficulty until I found a couple of routes that I made it up but just barely, and a couple more that I couldn't manage, but which are now on my target list for next time.
wildeabandon: "If God had intended for people to be bisexual he would have created two sexes.... Oh." (bi)
2017-06-15 09:32 am

Faith & Sexuality

I have said from time to time that although I have very little time for the idea that Christians in the West are somehow oppressed, I personally, in the circles I move in, am far more likely to be attacked for my faith than for my queerness. On reflection, I’m not sure whether that’s entirely true, or if it’s just that I’m more likely to feel attacked for my faith than for my queerness. (Please don't read this as being sure that it is false)

In the immediate aftermath of Tim’s resignation I started to feel defensive even before I saw any reactions, guessing what would be coming. And when I saw those reactions I got more so, and started poring over his letter, desperately looking for an interpretation that would mean that in his heartfelt prayers he didn’t believe my relationships were inherently sinful. I could have found it, could still find it, but somewhere along the line it became clear to me that although it was there, it was far from the most natural reading of the text, and why was I so desperate to find it?

I feel more attacked for my Christianity than for my queerness, but I think that might be a function of my expectations. When I get half-hearted support of my right to love those I love, to marry my partner, to be who I am, I compare it to the outright denial and bigotry that still exists in so much of the world outside my little bubble. When I see Pope Francis continuing to support the idea that gay men are unsuitable for the priesthood, I compare him to Pope Benedict, and make excuses for him.

Being a queer Christian is hard. I have very little time for the idea that Christians in the West are somehow oppressed, and acknowledge that the fact that I still can't get married is the fault of the church and not atheist queers. But I still can't get married, and it is an injustice that I suffer as much because I'm a Christian as because I'm queer.

There are readings of the bible in which loving sexual relationships between men are not sinful, but they are not the most natural reading of the text. There's an interpretation of Tim's resignation letter where in his heartfelt prayers he doesn't believe my relationships are inherently sinful. Why do you think I was so desperate to find it?

On a political level I entirely agree with the argument that what matters is how a politician votes, and what they campaign on, and on that measure Tim's record has been excellent. On a personal level though, I care very much about whether my relationships are actually sinful. I don't believe they are, but I am not as confident in that belief as I would perhaps like to be.

I am uncomfortable sitting with this uncertainty, and that discomfort is relieved when I allow myself to believe that my view is (or is becoming) the dominant one, and that views of same-sex relationships as inherently sinful are fading away. But I don't want to allow myself to believe comfortable falsehoods. I want to be able to hold in my mind the belief that Pope Francis can be less homophobic than his predecessor, and still think that my relationships are sinful, and be wrong. All three at the same time. I want to be able to hold that Tim Farron can be admirable for separating his private beliefs and political actions, and still think that my relationships are sinful, and be wrong.

I am uncomfortable sitting with this uncertainty, but I am going to try to stop making myself more comfortable by pretending that there is more support for my relationships from other Christians than there actually is, and maybe if I do that, I will find it easier not to feel personally attacked when other Christians are critiqued for their homophobia.
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2017-06-09 09:12 am

Good things/bad things

+ UKIP vote absolutely through the floor, and they have no MPs again.
- That pillock who used to lead them is still getting screentime.
+ Diane Abbott (another person with whom I disagree politically but have a lot of respect for as a person) was re-elected with a significantly increased majority, despite the media attacking her disproportionately for reasons which totally have nothing to do with misogynoir
- Zac sodding Goldsmith winning Richmond
+ Mhairi Black and Caroline Lucas both retained their seats (the latter with a considerably improved majority)
- A depressing amount of my twitter feed is Labour & Lib Dems snipping at one another for not voting tactically, and both parties claiming that they did so and the others didn't.
+ More female Lib Dems, including a woman of Palestinian descent. More female MPs in general. New BAME MPs and openly disabled MPs (although I'm not sure about numbers, I would guess they've probably gone up as well)
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2017-06-09 06:27 am

Well that was an election night and a half...

I've been up all night, which could make for an interesting day at work, but at least I've been drinking coke rather than wine. I'm not quite sure how I feel right now. Obviously I'm pleased about the LD gains (especially Jo Swinson and Vince Cable), and the Tory losses. And although I disagree with a lot of Corbyn's political stances, I admire him as a person, and the generally positive style of his campaigning. And I'm really pleased that, along with the French Presidential election, it seems like we might be seeing an end to the lurch to the right that we've been seeing across the West in the last few years.

On the other hand, I'm sad to see such a bit swing away from us in Cambridge, especially as I rate Julian Huppert highly as an individual, and I'll be very disappointed if Zac Goldsmith sneaks back in to Richmond Park (ETA. Arse. 43 votes ffs.) But most of all, I'm deeply nervous about what a minority Tory government backed by the DUP will be like, both in terms of the Brexit that it will deliver, and the sort of social and austerity policies it might pursue.

On the third hand, there was another vote in Scotland yesterday that I'm unequivocally pleased about, as that's a much shorter distance to go for a sacramental marriage than Canada.
wildeabandon: A gin bottle and martini glass (gin)
2017-06-08 01:12 pm

Further adventures in non-alcoholic beverages

One of the things I miss most about drinking is discovering delicious cocktails. Of course, non-alcoholic cocktails exist, and some of them are very nice, but a lot of them have the failure mode of basically tasting like a mixture of fruit juices, maybe with a hint of ginger or mint if you’re lucky. Don’t get me wrong, I like interesting fruit juice mixes, but they don’t feel like a cocktail.

Recently however, I acquired a couple of bottles of Seedlip, alcohol-free copper pot distilled “spirits”. There are two varieties with different selections of botanical. The first, Spice, has notes of allspice, cardamom, citrus fruits, and is quite similar to Opihr. The second, Garden, has notes of herbs, grass, and pea, and whilst I’m not aware of anything as similar as the Spice/Opihr comparison, there’s something a little Hendricks-like about it. Both of them make a pretty decent G&T. Spice goes well with a standard tonic and a dash of bitters, and Garden is lovely with Double Dutch Pomegranate and Basil.

In addition, the Seedlip website has a couple of downloadable booklets of cocktail recipes (Spice, Garden) which I’ve been working my way through. A lot of them call for ‘shrubs’ - a mixture of sugar, vinegar, and fruit. This may sound a little odd, but I find that it adds quite an interesting note, and really helps steer well clear of any “this just tastes like fruit juice” potential.

I really liked the Garden Sour (Seedlip Garden, apple juice, lemon juice, cider vinegar, sugar, and egg white) although did reduce the vinegar from 5ml to 2. I wasn’t entirely sold on the Peas and Quiet (Seedlip Garden, mange tout and fennel shrub). The Watermelon & Basil Sour was alright, but a little bit watery, so I think I might need a better shrub recipe. Of the spice cocktails, the Pennsylvania Dutch and the Persica (Seedlip Spice with raspberry or peach shrub respectively) were amazing. The Seedlip Switchel (Seedlip Spice, pineapple & ginger shrub & soda) and the Eliza Cholmondeley (Seedlip Spice, marmalade, & soda) were both pleasant and refreshing, but I think would be improved by substituting ginger beer or lemonade for the soda. The Spice Sour was pretty good, but not as good as the Garden, and sadly the “Martini” didn’t really work at all. I think that short drinks with these bases need something fairly powerful to stand up to the intensity of the spirit, and the brine/verjus combination wasn’t doing it. I also tried making a conventional dry martini using vermouth, but it had the same problem. Possibly a sweet one might work, but by that point you’d be stretching the idea of a non-alcoholic cocktail rather past breaking point.
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2017-06-02 08:41 am

Persiana

Yesterday we had Fr Daniel and Fr Justin and their respective spouses over for dinner and a house blessing. I was jolly pleased with the food. Other than the pudding, which was a reprisal of the rhubarb posset from Easter, everything was from Persiana which was a gift from [personal profile] borusa and [personal profile] cm a couple of Christmases ago, and is really rather good.

I made a pistachio and feta dip, then walnut, barberry and herb frittata as a starter, and pomegranate, split pea and meatball stew with a pearl barley, zatar and chargrilled vegetable salad. It was quite time-consuming, but everything except assembling the salad could be done in advance, so I wasn't too frantic on the day.

I did slightly regret not having replaced our broken food processor though, as there were an awful lot of herbs to chop. We'll be hitting up Which! shortly, but any personal recommendations gratefully received.
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2017-05-30 12:01 pm

Weekend

I had a quiet and pleasant bank holiday weekend. I woke early on Saturday and did a bit more clearing of the garden shed, resulting in enough free space to set up my gym in there, and did my first set of heavy squats for nearly a year. I was pleasantly surprised by how much strength I’d retained* although I predictably left myself rather achey for the rest of the weekend. I then went over to church at a gentle jog and met up with Fr Daniel for an organ lesson. We’ve recently lost a long term tenant and therefore taken a bit of an income hit, and were considering only having a paid organist some of the time as a cost-saving measure, so so I was going to see if I could reach a standard where I could usefully fill in. Things are looking fairly hopeful on the “finding a new tenant” front, so with a bit of luck I won’t have to inflict my playing on an unsuspecting congregation in the immediate future, but it seems like it could still be a useful skill to acquire.

On Sunday I had another early start, and then watched a couple of episodes of “Dear White People...” There’s a slight weirdness in that there’s an awful lot of continuity with the film (which I saw last week), to the extent of fairly lengthy flashbacks of verbatim dialogue, but there are also a few significant plot points where it diverges, and I’m finding that a little bit jarring. I really like that it explores the complexity of race relations from a variety of black perspectives, and for once the internality of the white folk is given limited attention. There is a slightly frustrating departure from this in the first episode, where Gabe, the lead character’s white boyfriend, acts like an arse and then gets all fragile about having his privilege pointed out, and the show seemed less critical of this than I might have expected, but despite these minor flaws, I’m enjoying it a lot.

That afternoon we had planned to investigate Sunday lunch at our new local, the Salisbury, but it turned out the kitchen was closed, so we went to one of our old haunts, The Old Dairy which lived up to my expectations of decent gastro-pub fare. Feeling quite replete I went for a late afternoon nap, and apparently the early mornings, or just getting old, had been catching up with me, as I ended up sleeping right through to Monday morning!

On Monday the soreness from the weightlifting kicked in a bit more vigorously, so I had a very gentle day, mostly soaking in the bath and playing piano, plus a little bit of productivity on the church accounts, and making a start on the scripts for the next installment of our readthrough of Game of Thrones.

*Work set at 72.5 kg, compared to a pb of 93.5, but I deliberately stopped a bit light of what I probably could lift, because it seemed safer to ease back into it.
wildeabandon: crucifix necklace on a purple background (religion)
2017-05-19 02:06 pm
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Understanding St Paul

I recently read “Paul: The Misunderstood Apostle” by Karen Armstrong on [personal profile] angelofthenorth’s recommendation, followed by a reread of Meeting God in Paul by Rowan Williams for comparison. Both were good, and left me with a deeper understanding of Paul’s writings, as well as of the context which surrounded it. I felt as though I got more out of the Williams, but that was more because the thing that it was doing was of more interest to me personally, than because it was a better book in general. To me the most marked difference between the two books is that the Armstrong felt like a history book with theological implications, whereas the Williams (based, as it was, on three sermons) was a theology book with historical underpinnings.

One thread that was common to both books was the emphasis on how radical Paul’s teachings were. He often gets characterised as a fuddy duddy conservative, misogynist and homophobic, corrupting Jesus’ message and making it more acceptable to the traditionalists at the time, but actually, in the context of the hierarchical worlds of the Roman Empire and the Jewish religious authorities, his proclamation in Galatians that “There can be neither Jew nor Greek, there can be neither slave nor freeman, there can be neither male nor female -- for you are all one in Christ Jesus.” would have been ground-breaking. Similarly, in Corinthians, where he says “The wife does not have authority over her own body, but the husband does”, this was just common wisdom at the time, but to follow it as he does with “and in the same way, the husband does not have authority over his own body, but the wife does.” would have been shockingly egalitarian. The whole letter to Philemon, in which he exhorts his friend to take his disgraced runaway slave back into his household, but as an equal, was turning the established order of things on its head. The question of how we square this with some other verses where he seems more sexist or pro-slavery is a difficult one, and Williams notes but doesn’t address it. Armstrong makes an argument that some of the other verses were later additions by another writer, and I don’t have sufficient knowledge to assess its robustness.

Both books are short and engagingly written, and both were improved by reading the other at a similar time.
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2017-05-15 10:25 am

Queer Art

On Saturday I feel as though I managed to get a good couple of months worth of queer art into one day. I met up with [personal profile] hjdoom, and first we went to the Jo Brocklehurst exhibition which was showing at the House of Illustration near Kings Cross. I'd never heard of her until [personal profile] ghoti_mhic_uait mentioned the exhibition last week, but a quick look at the website suggested it would be very much my sort of thing, and indeed it was. I particularly enjoyed the thread of genderfuckery which ran through so much of her work, as well as the vivid intensity of the colours, and the evocation of a world that I was just a bit too young to be part of, but always felt I should have inhabited. This was its last weekend, but if it goes on tour then I wholeheartedly recommend it.

We then headed south to the Tate Britain to see Queer British Art, 1861-1967. As you'd expect from a hundred years of different artists, this was more variable in both theme and quality than the Brocklehurst. I found it really interesting seeing how what could be made explicit and what had to be coded changed throughout the years (although unsurprisingly given the times, there was always more of the latter). In particular, I liked that a lot of the 19th century art were very obviously homoerotic to a modern audience, but weren't seen as such at the time. [personal profile] hjdoom made the remark that it was nice to see how much of the art had a quietly domestic focus - this particularly stood out in the work of the Bloomsbury set, and made a pleasing contrast to the stereotypes of their wildly bohemian lifestyles.
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2017-05-10 10:14 am

Life snippets and reading notes

Oogh. Somewhere in the last year or so I seem to have completely lost my erstwhile ability to drink truckloads of diet coke and fall asleep anyway, so I'm now functioning on very little sleep. I think I'm going to have to institute a "no caffiene after six pm" rule.

The new job continues to go well. I'm out of the honeymoon period, and people are still generally helpful and lovely, but I'm now confident that they're not just putting on their best behaviour for the new guy. I'm now firmly past the stage where I'm just learning new things, and feel like I'm making substantial and concrete contributions (although I'm definitely still asking questions at a formidable rate, which I hope isn't annoying my team too much!)

I recently finished reading a couple of books by Samuel Delany. The first one, Hogg, can only be described as violent hardcore pornography. It was disgusting and vicious and visceral and vile, even by my generally open-minded standards. It was also fascinating and compelling at the same time as being deeply uncomfortable reading. It invites comparisons to Lolita and 120 Days of Sodom, and also reminds me, in its exquistitely written journey into a pit of depravity and unpleasantness, to [personal profile] hjdoom's novel "This is not a Love Song".

I followed that with one of his earlier and shorter SF offerings, Babel-17, and whilst the deftness with the English language is a common feature, they couldn't be more different in terms of content and ambience, and reading this was an unalloyed pleasure. On one level it's classic science fiction with a fast-paced plot and spaceship battles and intrigue and betrayal, but on another it's a work of poetry and an exploration of the psychology of trauma, and a love song to language.
wildeabandon: Comedy tragedy masks (drama)
2017-05-02 01:52 pm

Terrible theatre, excellent food

I spend much of the weekend in Manchester with the delightful Nathan. On Friday evening we went for Japanese food at Shoryu, one of the better chains, and then a drink at a bar called The Alchemist. It was rather loud, but I suspect that’s hard to avoid on a Friday night, and how much it bothered me is just a sign that I’m getting old. They did have a decent range of non/low-alcohol cocktails though - I had a “mini-Negroni”, which came fizzing and bubbling, and tasted good as well as being theatrically fun. I’m not the greatest fan of the classic Negroni, as I like my drinks bitter, but not that bitter, but as this version was obviously restricted by the very low alcohol requirement to only having a hint of Campari, it managed to have all the interesting notes without too much of the mouth puckering aftertaste.

On Saturday we had a lovely breakfast - the black pudding and to a lesser extent the other pig products weren’t as good as we get at home, but there were pancakes and poached eggs which we don’t usually get, so it roughly balanced out. We went to the Museum of Science and Industry, where we got to ride on a replica of the first ever passenger steam train, which was rather jolly. There was a lot of the museum that we didn’t have time for, so it’s definitely one for a revisit.

We then went to The French, for Nathan’s first ever tasting menu, which he charmingly described as ‘like a culinary theme park for grown-ups’. Tasting menus, introducing people to new experiences, and Nathan are three of my favourite things, so I was pretty much bound to enjoy myself, but it was also a rather good example of the genre. My favourite course was the cod, which was cooked sous vide to absolute perfection, and served with a rich brown butter and shrimp sauce, with plenty of lemon cutting through, and thick but tender asparagus chargrilled and then unfussily left well alone. Honourable mention also goes to the beer bread and whipped beef fat butter, which managed to serve the function of both butter and marmite in one.

In the evening we met up with Nathan’s new partner, who seemed extremely charming and friendly and interesting, and most importantly, doesn’t object to me making out with his boyfriend. The three of us went for a light dinner, and then to see “Wonderland! The Musical”, as we’re all fans of Alice in Wonderland adaptations. But maybe not this one. There were a handful of decent songs by minor characters, and a fantastic costume for the Mad Hatter, but that’s about all there was to recommend it. The majority of the music was derivative and badly sung, and the sound tech had the levels all wrong so you couldn’t hear the lyrics. The story was saccharine and obvious, and they introduced a completely unnecessary romantic subplot. The leads were utterly unlikable as written, and poorly acted to boot. If you want an interesting musical version of Alice, then I’d instead hope for a revival of Damon Albarn’s wonder.land.
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2017-04-28 11:33 am

Reading notes

Sophie's World, Jostein Gaarder
This was technically a re-read, but I'd forgotten virtually all the details. This is a history of western philosophy textbook in disguise as a novel, and does a pretty good job at both. There were occasional bits where I wasn't entirely convinced that the philosophy was being conveyed perfectly accurately, and it's quite likely that someone with a more in depth grounding would find more to disagree with, but as a high level overview, it certainly did the job of making me want to read more of the originals.

Xenogenesis trilogy (Dawn, Adulthood Rites, Imago) - Octavia Butler
I really enjoyed these - sociological science fiction set on and near a future Earth which has brought itself to the brink of destruction. The survivors are rescued by aliens, but as part of the rescue they are genetically modified to be infertile - descendants are only possible through interbreeding with the aliens, in an attempt to eradicate the human flaw of constantly seeking to build hierarchies and dominate. These novels are both great stories, and a powerful allegory for fear of racial integration.

Between the world and me - Ta Nahesi Coates
This is an autobiographical book written in the form of letters from the author to his son about the experience of growing up in a black body in America. His thoughts about the construction of whiteness as a means to enforce a hierarchy dovetail nicely with the ideas in the Butler trilogy. I found this fairly uncomfortable reading, as I expect I should have. It opened my eyes to some aspects of black experience that I'd been oblivious to before - in particular, the sense of all pervading fear, and the way that changes how you look at the world. Strongly recommended
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2017-04-23 04:25 pm

Snippets

Yesterday I went to Walsingham for the wedding of Fr Daniel and his lovely bride Elise. It was a beautiful service, presided over by the Revd Canon Stephen Gallagher, Elise's father, and with a sermon from +Philip North which was both moving and highly entertaining. The music was exquisite - the ordinary was William Walton's Missa Brevis, which I'd not heard before, and sounded beautiful but also very hard! It was marvellous to spend some time in Walsingham, and I somehow managed to come away from the shrine shop without buying any tat, and only one book.

As Fr Daniel had other places to be this morning, we had a visiting celebrant today, and since she had enough on her plate getting to grips with an unfamiliar ceremonial, I was asked to step in as cantor for the Alleluia. I'd had enough warning about this that I was able to ask CN to turn half my piano lesson the previous week into a singing refresher, and that helped me feel a lot more confident. Despite being frightfully anxious, I think I did a pretty decent job, and I might ask about possibly doing it more regularly, so I can work on getting over my nerves.

We continue to settle in to the new house. We still lack a functioning dishwasher, and have slightly more furniture in the spare room than we actually need, but apart from that we've done all the urgent jobs, and are starting to move on to the longer term nice-to-haves. Today I put together a new standing desk, which I'm hoping will have the twofold effect of being good for my back and shoulder tension, and discouraging me from wasting too much time hitting refresh on social media.
wildeabandon: Champage bottle and flutes (champagne)
2017-04-21 10:00 pm

In search of a good non-alcoholic sparkler

One of the things I find most difficult about not drinking is missing out on celebratory Champagne, so over the last few weeks I have been sampling every non-alcoholic fizz I can lay my hands on, in the hope of finding a suitable substitute. I tried twelve that could generously be called wine, as well as a couple that were definitely-not-wine which came in a wine bottle. The latter two were Lloberetta, a perfectly pleasant fizzy passion fruit drink, and Cloudem Blue, a truly absurd concoction which is bright cyan with iridescent swirls, and tastes of pure e-numbers. There’s definitely a place for it as a ridiculous party drink, but it’s not the Champagne substitute I was looking for.

The majority of the wine-like options fell into two categories. Most of them were about as sweet as your average rosé, which is far too sugary for my tastes. I found it less off-putting in the one that actually was a rosé, because it wasn’t so out of place, but it still wouldn’t be something I’d like to drink regularly. A couple of the others were actually dry enough, doing a passable impression of an inferior Cava, but neither of them was terribly pleasant - they had the distinct carbonic sharpness of a wine made with the soda method and lacking any complexity to distract from it.

Of the remaining three wines, one was a red, which, well, wasn’t the worst sparkling red I’ve tried, but there is a reason that nobody makes them, and that is that they are universally terrible. On Easter Sunday I opened a bottle of Differente Aromatic Cuvée, which was dramatically better than any of the other ones I’d tried. It was also more expensive than the actual vintage Champagne that everyone else was drinking. And whilst it was good, it wasn’t that good, and certainly not worth shelling out thirty quid a bottle for on a regular basis.

There was one wine left to try though, which had been out of stock the first time I ordered, appropriately named Win Sparkling, because ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner. It’s still very slightly sweeter than would be perfect, but well within acceptable parameters - on a par with a typical Prosecco, but with more of the biscuity notes that I’d associate with a Champagne. If money were no object I’d still prefer the Differente, which I'll probably treat myself to on special occasions, but the Win comes in at less than a quarter the price, and is very nearly as good.
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2017-04-20 07:17 am

Easter Weekend

I continue to be in that slightly weird place emotionally, where everything in my life is awesome and keeps getting better, but I have this nagging conciousness of the world descending into madness, and don't quite know how to incorporate the two. I'm intending to do some campaigning for the upcoming election, probably in the nearest Lib/Con marginal, but concievably for Labour if that looks like it might have more impact for the anyone-but-Tory cause.

After the Watch, my Easter weekend continued well. I was nearly late for the Easter Vigil because I was making an unsuccessful attempt to retrieve my crucifix from the massage parlour where I'd lost it earlier in the day. Fortunately I made it just in time, and they called later to say that they'd found it, so I picked it up on Tuesday, which I think you can call a happy ending.

I was a little bit grumpy towards the start of the Vigil, partly because it's at the wrong time (dusk rather than dawn) and in the wrong order (with the new fire preceeding the readings rather than coming afterwards), and partly because the children were more than usually rambunctious, but of course all that got swept away as the fanfare sounded and the Allelulias rang, and I was filled with joy in the Risen Lord.

There was another Mass on Sunday morning, after which I set off home for the Feast, which we were hosting this year. I was really pleased with all of my courses. As a starter I did chargrilled courgettes in a mint dressing with olive tapenade and crumbled feta. The fish course was scallops and black pudding with caramelised red onion (or sushi for the vegetarians - teriyaki mushroom & tamago chirashi and avocado & watermelon nigiri). But I think best of all was the pudding, which was rhubarb and yuzu posset. I reckon when you're on course seven of a nine course meal, and told that the only criticism is that there should have been more of it, you must be doing something right!
wildeabandon: crucifix necklace on a purple background (religion)
2017-04-14 06:54 pm
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Passion

Well that's certainly been a spiritually intense day. Unsurprisingly, keeping silent vigil for sixteen hours (even with a short break to get some coffee and breakfast about thirteen hours in) is both physically and psychologically taxing.

At first I was consciously trying to keep my thoughts focused on our Lord and his tribulations in the garden of Gethsemane, remonstrating with myself every time my mind wandered and dragging it back. As the night deepened I realised this was folly, and allowed my thoughts to drift away; in retrospect the fact that they wandered back of their own accord, bringing me new insights and answers to the question "Where is God in my day to day life" isn't that surprising.

The real revelation came later though, after the watch had ended, and we entered into the Solemn Liturgy of Good Friday, a service which draws you in to the horror of the crucifixion, and always leaves me feeling somewhat fragile. Entered into from a starting point of having been awake for 24 hours, alone in the garden watching my Beloved Lord suffer, something just broke. I began to weep as Fr Daniel delivered an austere and beautiful chant of Psalm 22, and continued through the Passion of our Lord.

Fr Justin, always an outstanding preacher, was on particularly fine form, with a meditation both impassioned and erudite on the different interpretations of Jesus' final word, Τετέλεσται, "It is finished." We were invited to shed our hindsight knowledge of the resurrection, which makes clear the valedictory nature of the phrase, that Jesus' great saving work, His fulfilment of the scripture and His redemption of the whole world is now complete. It is finished. Instead we were asked, hear those words through the ears of Mary, of the disciples. Watch the last breath of our dear son, our beloved friend and teacher, and see his life, and all that he has worked for disappear, ended, ruined. It is finished.

By now I am a complete mess of tears. I don't believe I can truly imagine what it can have been like to be there, but I understand better now than I ever have before.
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2017-04-12 08:49 am

Liveliness

Gosh, my DW feed is livelier than usual today - between people switching across from LJ, and reconnecting with a few folk who'd either fallen off my lists or I'd never got round to adding, plus, I think, an uptick in posting because of the migration, it all seems pleasantly active. Possibly I should try and post a bit more myself?

The University closes its offices for an extra couple of days over the Easter bank holiday, so this is my last day until next Wednesday. I brought in Hotel Chocolate eggs for my team - confectionery bribery is a key part of being a good boss, right?

I'm quite glad to be getting the longer break, even though in contractor world it means losing out on a chunk of cash, for a couple of reasons. One is that this year I had the brilliant idea of suggesting to Fr Daniel that instead of keeping the Watch of the Passion until midnight and then closing the church, we should try to keep it all the way through to the Good Friday Solemn Liturgy*. And then I had the next brilliant idea of saying that if we didn't get enough volunteers to do it in stages, I could just do the whole thing myself. I'm expecting it to be quite an important experience, but probably also quite hard and exhausting, so having a day beforehand to adjust my sleep pattern as much as possible is quite helpful.

I've also got an Easter Feast to plan for - because clearly the first time you cook for guests in your new house and kitchen a ten course meal for nine people is the way to go. It's going to be fabulous of course, because it always is, but usually I'm a bit more prepared at this stage, so it feels slightly daunting...

*for non-Catholics, the Watch of the Passion is a tradition where after the Mass of the Last Supper on Maundy Thursday evening, we process the body of Christ to a special altar called the altar of repose, and stay with it, praying, in memory of the night Jesus spent in the garden of Gethsemane. Although we are, in some sense, following in the steps of the apostles who accompanied Jesus, the idea is not to emulate them in the 'falling asleep' part of the story.
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2017-04-11 12:51 pm

New job - one week in

As you may remember from various posts in recent months, for the last year or so I've been trying to take the next career step from analyst into management. A week ago I finally managed it, and without having to go back to permanent work. I've just started a new role as Interim Head of Student Records at the University of Bedfordshire. The job is based at their Luton campus, which is only 22 minutes out of St Pancras if I get the fast train, so in addition to providing an important step for my career, a more interesting job spec, and a faintly implausible pay rise, it has the extremely wonderful benefit of being commutable from home, which means that I get to see a lot more of [personal profile] obandsoller and [personal profile] robert_jones, and to actually live full time in the shiny new house we've just bought.

Given all that, it feels like a slightly unfair hogging of all the good luck that from my initial impressions my team are scarily competent and thus easy to manage, the work looks like it will be just that right level of challenge to ensure that I'm not bored, but don't feel out of my depth, and everyone I've met has been incredibly welcoming, open, and helpful. There may be an element of new shiny going on, but even accounting for that, I seem to have fallen on my feet in quite a spectacular fashion. Hoorah!
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2017-04-05 01:07 pm

Impending livejournal deletion

Given the new ToS, this will be my last crosspost to LJ, and I'll be deleting it and moving entirely to Dreamwidth in a week. If you want to follow suit and haven't done so already you can import your entire LJ including comments here.