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Carol made me this wonderful, wonderful necklace, all brightly coloured metal beads clustered on a silver chain, which would be perfect even *without* the silver spoon charms strung on at intervals. The necklace jingles, I love the colours and the spoons made me giggle very much.

I have Chorley cakes. They're like Eccles cakes but more buttery and with less fruit. I live about ten yards from Chorley but have never seen them for sale here. These are from a garage in Tonge Moor, the one I used to go to on my dawn walks.


The Asian Women Carnival is asking for submissions for the fourth Carnival. Yayness. The posts are not for or about me or people like me but they never fail to make me think, so I am very much looking forward to the next one, which should be in late October. Truthrages says here I’ve been thinking about various cultural ideas of silence when it comes to Asian women, the ways that our words and voices are so often unheard or discounted. I’ve been thinking of the roles that Asian women play in fairytales and myths and in today’s media, and the ways they compare to the roles we play in real life. I've been thinking of the stories and images we Asian women create for ourselves, as compared to those fed to us by others.

( Herein lie mentions of racism and sexism in science fiction and a post that made me giggle a lot )

The clinic that oversees my migraine treatment, the City of London Migraine Clinic is in deep financial trouble. They undercharge for their services (their suggested donation is too low to cover costs) so they're begging for enough funds to carry on. They were the main push that got me into the pain clinic and thus a reason behind my being remarkably sane for someone who gets anywhere from one to three full-blown migraines every day. I am short of funds, having splurged on going to London to see a play with ruthi, but I will scrape together what I can.

I like living within sight of a farm. I can see the farming year going by, even if I need binoculars for most of it, and even with binoculars I am not really impinging on privacy since people are still little stick figures. The sheep wander from field to field. Today there was a yellow digger. I've no idea what the farm is called, but I like it being there.

There was a comedy thingy on Radio Four, which I missed most of, but it ended up with a nasty slap in the face for me. A joke that had a punchline including the words 'you stupid cow'. Well, thanks for that, Radio Four. Women have traditionally been seen as being stupid, and this was a reminder that we're often still seen that way, in jokes and sketch shows. It's only three words, but there's so much history behind those three words, they really hurt. The song before that sounded like it may have been advocating violence against men, which I am not keen either.

Moth's tending to not sleep through the night so much and be more keen on sleeping through the day. It makes it awkward to give her medicine. When I was getting up every dawn, medicating her was easy. Perhaps I should start setting a wake-up alarm again.

Trout, fennel, lemon zest (not juice), carrots and almonds go together really, really, really well.

If you're going to claim not to be a troll, why randomly put in a gender slur and then hang a lantern on it? There's also been someone kicked from a community I am in, for being a leeeeedle too racist-trollish, so I went to their LJ to check them out, and urgh. There were some very not nice racist things in their journal. I am so glad to see them gone. They'd jumped into the conversation and were replying to *everything* anyone said on cultural appropriation, doing everything on the Derailing for Dummies website, from raising other subjects, to 'whites have it bad too'. Someone else pulled a 'this discussion is too academic' and 'we need to be colour blind'. It was like all of RaceFail 09 in one post.