December Days 02025 #15: Chalk Mark

Dec. 15th, 2025 11:46 pm
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It's December Days time again. This year, I have decided that I'm going to talk about skills and applications thereof, if for no other reason than because I am prone to both the fixed mindset and the downplaying of any skills that I might have obtained as not "real" skills because they do not fit some form of ideal.

15: Chalk Mark

Comments to earlier entries in the series, and many of the other times that I talk about my (lack of) technical skills or l33t coding ability, and with regard to cooking by recipe, as well, have pushed back on the still persistent conception I have that recipe following is not doing the thing, and that there is no great skill in executing someone else's code to create something that works (or something delicious.)

Thank you for doing so. I know it is a weasel-thought, and yet I have trouble keeping it away from myself. I cannot see what it looks like from the outside, only from the inside. I know all the things that I have at my disposal, and I have used them enough that they no longer appear to be special to me.

A regular part of my job is troubleshooting. Most of it is what I would consider the simple stuff, where I have seen the error message sufficient numbers of times to know what the likely process should be to fix the problem, or it's clear that someone has gone astray from the established process and needs to be guided back to the way that will work, or to be taught the thing that they actually want, instead of the thing they said they wanted, when it becomes clear the thing they said they wanted was not actually what they wanted. As I have said before, a large amount of the training I have as an information professional is not extensive knowledge of the specifics of any one implementation, but a good dose of the general concepts behind them, and a confidence that when encountering a specific situation, that general knowledge will be enough to get to a specific solution. Or at least enough key phrases to toss into a search engine and read a good candidate page for the specifics of how to get something done. It makes me seem like I know much more about what I'm doing than I actually do. And knowing that there's the undo command available in most places means experimentation is much more possible than if it were not. I still sometimes have to work through people's anxiety or anger about the machine and what it will do to their material, but for the most part, I can get people to click and/or type in the places I would like them to so they get the desired result that we're both looking for.

If I can't actually succeed at getting something to work, I try to send along as detailed of bug reports as I can when there are inevitably tickets filed for things that are out of my control or I need to call in the people with the specialized skill set and knowledge base to fix things. (Learning how to file a good ticket is something I wish they taught everyone who works in libraries, and plenty of other places, too. It makes everyone's job easier when they have a handle of what the issue is, or when there's information in error messages being conveyed to help zero in on the problem.)

However, because I can manage to obtain and wield knowledge at an quick rate for helping people, I've also developed a little bit of a reputation for being good with machines, or manifesting beneficial supernatural auras around them, or being able to work through what the problem is that we're facing and find a solution to it. So I sometimes get or find on my own some of the more esoteric issues that show up. And sometimes I get to laugh my ass off when the solution presents itself. Observe:

The problem: Someone couldn't get to Google after signing in to the library's computer. That's not usually a thing, because, well, Google. So I observe the attempt and get to read the error message.

The error message: "Tunnel connection failed."

Hrm. While I'm not an expert in networking, running a quick search on that error message has the results come back and suggest there's something gone wrong with a proxy of some sort. Let's see if we can figure out what's going on here.

  • First check: we're not having a widespread network outage. Other computers are still going fine, so that's not the case.

  • Second check: Yep, all the cabling is plugged in at both ends, so that's not it.

  • Third check: Do websites other than Google load? Yes, they do, so the problem is not that all connections are being denied by whatever the proxy error is, just the one to Google. (Or to Google and some unknown number of other websites.)

  • Fourth check: Is it just this machine that's having trouble getting to Google?

    I grab the next public computer over, and check the following:
    • Can I get to Google if I use the secret superuser login? Yes.

    • Can I get to Google using my own library card and selecting the "unfiltered" Internet access option? Yes.

    • Can I get to Google using my own library card and selecting the "filtered" Internet access option?

      Nope! And the error message that I get back matches the error message I first saw when I started investigating.


We have a winner! Now I have an idea of what happened, and what the proxy server was that caused the problem.

So I ask what setting the user chose when logging in. The user confirms to me that they chose the "filtered" option when logging in. So I had to explain that to get to Google at this particular moment in time, they'd have to log out and choose the other option from whatever they chose this time around. The user might have been embarrassed about this happening to them. I wonder if they thought that engaging the filters would make them less likely to receive advertisements or spam or other kinds of things like that, and especially on topics they might not be interested in. Sadly, that's not the case, and while I have lobbied regularly to have proper extensions installed on the public machines that will do most of that malvertising and ad-blocking as a default, IT has not yet seen fit to include it in their deployment. (And they also have settled on Edge and Chrome as the browsers we offer, and Chrome nerfed the effective ad-blockers earlier this year because Alphabet is fundamentally an ad company that has some other software tools they offer.)

[Diversion: I don't particularly like filtering software. I think it causes more problems than it solves, and frankly, I would rather we didn't have to deal with it at all, but Congress, in their lack of wisdom, decided to tie federal e-rate discounts and funding to ensuring we have "technology prevention measures" in place to prevent the minors from looking at age-restricted material in the Children's Internet Protection Act (CIPA). CIPA should qualify as a four-letter word in my profession. So, to actually provide services for our users at a rate that will not be disastrous, we have to implement the filters, since that's the easiest way of ensuring compliance with the law.

The other problem I have with filters is that they tend to be things created with the idea of a parent that wants no information about the world outside to make it to their child's computer as their primary customer and who they set the defaults for. This almost always results in over-filtering, because the defaults are tuned to the parent that wants no pornography, and also no sexualities other than straight, and no gender identities other than cis, and no way of communicating with the outside world, and so forth. And the people most affected by this, our kids and teenagers, are the ones who are least likely to tell a library staff person, "Hey, this site is informative and not explicit, and yet you have blocked it with your filters. Please unblock it." Because that creates the possibility of a paper trail. The kids are more likely to find some method of circumventing the filters entirely rather than asking for them to be more appropriately tuned.]

I am not trying to show that I am having a right and proper laugh that our filtering software is now blocking Google, even on Google's own browser, because that could be interpreted as laughing at the plight or embarrassment of the user, and that's not acceptable behavior. But I do go and file a ticket about the fact that the filters are apparently now blocking Google, and we should probably fix that, since our landing page for public machines points at GMail as one of its major outbound links. Turns out things were going rather haywire with the filters in their entirety, and the whole thing needed to be wrestled back into the intended effects instead of what had happened to all of us, according to the ticket update. I can imagine how many other users were particularly nonplussed about this as well. And I wonder how many of our under-17 users, the ones who have filters automatically chosen for them, had a time with filters gone off the rails.

At the end of the story, even at the time it was happening to me, I also must once again grudgingly admit that I am a computer toucher who sometimes can solve problems as if I had magic. This is because of long experience in knowing where to put the chalk mark so that someone else can wallop it with a mallet later. (As the joke goes, an engineer is called in to fix a piece of malfunctioning machinery. He examines it, draws an X on a particular part of the machine, and then smacks it, bringing the machine back to full functionality. Later, the company receives a bill for $5000, an absurd amount of money, and demands the engineer itemize the expenses. He does so: "Chalk: $1. Knowing where to put it: $4,999.")

To drive the point home that week, a few days later, I had another instance of supposed computer magic. Someone was having trouble finding a thing they were sure they had saved to a personal OneDrive account they had signed into.

I could see the save on the local storage of the computer, and the folders that were on the signed-in OneDrive, but the file on the signed-in drive was not present.

  • Check one: "Would you save the file again, so I can see what's happening?"


After watching them go through the process of how they were saving, I realized that the shortcut in the saving menu, despite saying "OneDrive," and Microsoft Word assuring the user they were signed into OneDrive correctly, was diverting itself to the OneDrive that would be associated with the Windows account on the computer itself. Instead of the signed-into personal OneDrive, the "OneDrive" shortcut in Word was for our Windows account used to sign in to the machine and run the program for user control through library cards and guest passes.

Cue massive eyeroll from me, and perhaps a choice comment about how computers are remarkably stupid, because they do what we tell them to do, and sometimes because they make assumptions and have defaults that are not correct. If this weren't in a user-facing context, I might have peppered my response with a few four-letter words of my own.

Now that I had an idea of what was going on, I could explaining what was happening to the user, and from there, assist them through the save menus to get to the correct and proper OneDrive folder. Lo, and behold, the file promptly appeared after Word had been told where the correct path to save to. We made sure that the recently-saved document could be opened again, with the changes properly inserted, and, with the remaining time available to the session (I didn't mention it until now, but this was working under time pressure, both because an assignment was due and because the library computers were about to shut doen and restart, no time extensions possible.), figured out how to get a different document properly into edit mode so it could be then changed, saved, and uploaded for an assignment. The second upload happened with about 90 seconds left on the computer session, so you can probably also append a certain amount of "does excellent computer touching and calm instruction under pressure" to my skill list. (There have been more than a few times where I'm being called in at the last minute or something close to it and I have to manage to both create the save and get it off the local machine into something more permanent before the session expires. This is not fun, but I have several successes at this, including directing people through the process while they're panicking about losing all their work.)

I think of these things as something that any information worker could do, if they had the same knowledge base as I do to draw from. I may be faster at it, and possibly able to detect and error correct from a wider range of possibilities due to my experience at what commonly shows up in these situations, but, as with most of the things that I do and get paid for, I maintain that it is not rocket science, computer science, or magic. And, because it's not something like having to learn to program in a language, or to diagnose and fix things like the workings of a passenger vehicle, or to do whatever the hell it is that Chocolate Guy is up to right now, all of which seem to require a specialized body of knowledge and a large experience base, I think of it as easier to pick up, comparatively. I suspect a fair number of you, a strong amount of my coworkers, and a great number of my users that I have pulled through a potential panic situation, would strenuously object to the idea of it being "easier," even with me accounting for the amount of practice that I have at making things look easier than they actually are. As I mentioned at the top of the post, I see from backstage, rather than from the audience, and therefore I am very likely to need irrefutable proof that "no…no—no, that is not the kind of thing that anyone can just pull out of their hat on a moment's notice!" Supposedly, a grandparent on one side was reputed to have the lack of skill at cooking to burn water, so the ability to follow recipe is a significant improvement there.

And while I'm bashing my head against a computer problem for a game at this point and feeling very foolish about my inability to explain to a computer what's intuitive to me as a human, I have to remember that everything that I've accomplished so far is still pretty cool, even if it's not optimized, golfed, or doing things the "right" way all the time.

(It's a real pain in the ass, and the people who have been helping me with other problems freely admit it's a pain in the ass, because it's trying to do something with incomplete and possibly fuzzy information. I have to figure out how to get a computer to perform a sum of the values at particular indices of an array, and then, when that solution inevitably turns out to be wrong, to move one of the indicies up or down one and run the sum again, and if that doesn't work, to do it again until the correct sum is reached. The potential problem space is too large to brute-force efficiently, and there are imprecise hints about where to plant your initial guess and make small adjustments from.

Once I can get the computer to do the adjustments until it reaches a solution, I have to figure out how, when the values of the problem space change due to other actions, to recalculate the sum based on the index pair that I already know is right, because that shouldn't change over the course of an attempted solve, even if the imprecise hints do change, because while the indices of the hints haven't changed, the values those indices refer to have, and so the correct solution has changed as well.)

So we all have our strengths and weaknesses, and our specialized body of knowledge to apply to any given situation. I will marvel at your skills from the audience, while I shrug at my own, since I see and use them so much. I see chalk marks as the thing I'm doing, and the thing that people ascribe value to, and not necessarily knowing where to put them.

Books read, early December

Dec. 15th, 2025 08:41 pm
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Eleanor Barraclough, Embers of the Hands: Hidden Histories of the Viking Age. Material goods/archaeological evidence in the study of this period. It's slightly awkwardly balanced in terms of who the audience is--I have a hard time that people who need this much exposition about the era will pick up a book this specifically materially detailed--but not upsetting in that regard.

Elizabeth Bear, Hell and Earth. Reread. Returning to my reread of this series in time to still have all the memories of what's been going on with Christopher Marlowe and William Shakespeare and their connections to faerie realms; as the second half of a larger story, it goes hard toward consequence and ramification from the very start of the volume.

Jerome Blum, In the Beginning: The Advent of the Modern Age: Europe in the 1840s. I feel like this is trying for more than it achieves. It goes into chapters about Romanticism and the advent of science and some other things, and then there's a second section with chapters about major empires. But what it doesn't do is actually talk about Europe in this period--it's fairly easy to find material about England, about France, even about Russia, but there's nothing here about Portugal or Greece or Sweden. It's not a volume I'm going to keep on the shelves for the delightful tidbits, because it's not a tidbit-rich book. Also some of the language is '90s standard rather than contemporary. So: fine if this is what you have but I think you can do better.

Ashley Dawson, Environmentalism From Below: How Global People's Movements Are Leading the Fight for Our Planet. Good ground-up Third World environmentalism thoughts.

Victoria Dickenson, Berries. One of my friends said, "a book about berries, Marissa would love that!" and she was absolutely right. It is lushly illustrated, it is random facts about berries, I am here for it.

Emily Falk, What We Value: The Neuroscience of Choice and Change. Interesting thoughts on working around one's particular brain processes--the third "c" that did not make the title is "connection," and there's a lot about how that can be used to live lives closer to our own values.

Margaret Frazer, Heretical Murder. Kindle. One of the short stories, and possibly the least satisfying one of hers I've read so far: there's just not room for questions, uncertainty, or even a very human take on the life experiences of heretics in this milieu. Oh well, can't win them all.

Jonathan Healey, The Blood in Winter: England on the Brink of Civil War, 1642. If you're an English Civil War nerd, this book on the lead-up to it will be useful to you. I am. It is.

T. Kingfisher, Snake-Eater. A near-future desert fantasy that was creepy and exciting and warm in all the right spots. This is one of Kingfisher's really good ones. Also Copper dog is a really good dog--I mean of course a good dog but also a well-written dog, a dog written by someone who has observed dogs acutely.

Olivia Laing, The Garden Against Time: In Search of a Common Paradise. Lyrical writing about gardening in the face of more than one apocalypse at the same time. Laing loves many of the same reference points as I do, in life, in literature, and in botany, so I found this a warmly congenial book.

L.R. Lam, Pantomime. This is very much the first volume in a series; its ending is a midpoint rather than an ending per se. It's a circus fantasy with an intersex and nonbinary protagonist, and it was written just over a decade ago--this is one of the books that had to exist for people to be doing the things with intersex and/or nonbinary characters that they're able to not only write but get published now.

Ada Limón, Startlement: New and Selected Poems. Glorious. Some favorites from past collections and some searing new work, absolutely a good combination, would make a good present especially for someone who doesn't have the prior collections.

Daniel Little, Confronting Evil in History. Kindle. This is a short monograph about philosophy of history/historiography, and why history/historians have to grapple with the problem of evil. I feel like if you're really interested in this topic there are longer, more thorough handlings of it, but it was fine.

Robert MacFarlane, Is a River Alive? Really good analysis of how we parse things as alive and having rights, and also how riverine biology, ecology, social issues are being handled. Personal to the right degree, balanced with broader information, highly recommended.

Lars Mytting, The Bell in the Lake and The Reindeer Hunters. The first two in a series of Norwegian historical fiction, not more cheerful than that genre generally is but more...active? relentless? I really like this, they're gorgeous, but people will die sad deaths, that's how this stuff does, it's just as well that I'm taking a break before reading the next one because too much of it can make me gloomy but just the right amount is delightful. The symbolism of the stave church and its bells and weaving and all the weight of rural Norway hits in all the right ways for me.

A.E. Osworth, Awakened. This queer millennial contemporary fantasy is not rep of me, it's rep of the people I'm standing next to a lot of the time, and that's powerful in its own way. Many of you are that person. This does things with magic/witch community that feel very true and solid, and it's a fun read.

Lev A.C. Rosen, Mirage City. The latest in the Evander Mills mysteries. This one takes Andy to Los Angeles and his childhood home, in pursuit of missing (queer) persons. Some of them turn out to be perfectly well, some of them...a great deal less so...but the B-plot was focused on Andy's relationship with his mother, whose job turns out to be something he didn't know about--and will have trouble living with. The last line of the book made me burst into tears in a good way, but in general this is a series that has a lot of historical queer peril, and if that's something that's going to make you more unhappy than otherwise, maybe wait until you're in a different place to try them. I think they continue to stand reasonably well alone.

William Shakespeare, King Lear. Reread. Okay, so at some point in early October I earnestly wrote "reread King Lear" on my to-do list for reasons that seemed tolerably clear to me at the time. Things on the list tend to get done. Somewhere in the last two months I forgot why this was supposed to get done. If there's a project it's supposed to inform, reading it has not helped me figure out which project that is. I'm not mad that I reread it, it still has the bits that are appalling in the most interesting ways, but...well. A mystery forever I suppose.

Martha Wells, Platform Decay. Discussed elsewhere.

Platform Decay, by Martha Wells

Dec. 15th, 2025 08:41 pm
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Review copy provided by the publisher.

I got this in the mail today and immediately read it. Now, yes, it is December and my TBR is perilously small. But also: new Murderbot! Yay! Still delighted to see more of this series.

In this episode: Murderbot has installed code that allows/requires "emotion checks" periodically, so we get to see the self-awareness process evolve with that (and sometimes devolve...). Murderbot is also assisting with the extraction of several humans, including juveniles and an elder. Juvenile humans do all sorts of things that alarm, annoy, and in some cases terrify Murderbot. This is all to the good.

("Terrified" is never the response to an emotion check. Obviously. Like the kid in The Princess Bride, Murderbot is sometimes a bit concerned, that's all. Definitely only a bit concerned.)

Unfamiliar systems, unfamiliar humans, what else could be called for here...oh, wait, is it the consequences of Murderbot's own actions? WELP. Lots of fun. Still recommend. Don't start here, it's mid-ramification.

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[F]irst wild beaver spotted in Norfolk in 500 years and Wild beavers may have spread further than we realise:

It is not clear whether the Pensthorpe beaver, whose sex and age is unknown, was illegally released into the reserve by activists using a practice known as beaver bombing. It is possible it wandered of its own accord into the Wensum – an aquifer-fed chalk river whose name is derived from the Old English adjective for “wandering”.
“It could be a naturally dispersing wild beaver,” said Emily Bowen, a spokesperson for the Beaver Trust, a charity that aims to restore beavers to regenerate landscapes. She said that there were established wild populations in eight areas in England at the moment.
Wild beavers have also been spotted in Kent, Hampshire, Somerset, Wiltshire and Hereford, she said. Norfolk has some captive beavers but none have been reported missing.

Maybe it's a sinister beaver underground conspiracy....

And if we are talking aquatic mammals, see also otters: otters’ revival in Britain. Still rare only 20 years ago, the charismatic animals are in almost every UK river and a conservation success story.

White storks to be introduced to, believe it or not, Dagenham.

A rather different story: voyaging owls: Two burrowing owls stowed away on a cruise ship out of Miami, and are now living the high life at a Spanish resort before returning to the US next month. We think they may have been in flight from being a threatened species in Florida....

Yuletide progress

Dec. 15th, 2025 12:19 pm
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 Yes, I am cutting it close. I blame getting COVID Halloween week, and having to rest like a potato. Which I am still doing, but I have advanced to the stage of literate potato. I hope. Because this thing is due in, what, fifty-some hours?

Anyhow, I came here to post that I have reached the milestone in writing the current draft where I just reread a section and said out loud, "OK, so there are actually a few bits in here that aren't completely shitful." Like, it's a known milestone. So that's encouraging.

Onward.

(Yes, that's why nothing new is in the shop this week. I have been on a schedule of sleep, write, sleep, write, with meds and basic necessities in there as needed. Not enough oomph left to photograph new work and still write and edit. Potato has limited spoonage here. But Potato is too proud to default on Yuletide. Please point people to go shop in the Etsy shop, though. Potato is fretting about this being a rough December for so many artists. Oh! Remind me to tell you about Boxing Day, which is going to be completely bonkers in a new way.)

Vindicated!

Dec. 15th, 2025 02:35 pm
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Literally the funniest thing I have read about the Heated Rivalry tv show so far (thanks to the Rec Center newsletter last Friday):

"With Hockey RPF the fanfic was for the romance and the sex, the things canon didn't provide. But in Heated Rivalry canon does provide. So logic dictates that the fanfic is there to make them actually play hockey." - (from bluesky)

It's not just me who wants more hockey in the hockey romance!

(Heated Rivalry is still not legally available in the UK; HBO Max is launching in the UK in March, hopefully it'll include the show when it does.)

Meanwhile my Rick Riordan reading adventure has come to the end of the 10 (ten!) books I bought on Kindle a decade ago for no reason I now remember, so I have been wrangling the local libraries to get more. I'm officially off sick today with this stupid cough, and resting / reading a lot.

  • I could be reading through the large pile of library Riordans ... but no
  • I could be reading one of the other four library books I have out that are due back this week ... but no
  • I could read one of the several books I already bought in December ... but no
  • I could go wild and watch the episodes-so-far of Percy Jackson on Disney+ (challenge my inability to watch anything by myself!) ... but no
  • I am actually reading a modern AU fanfic of Much Ado About Nothing and vaguely wondering about challenging my inability to watch anything by myself with the Tennant/Tate production

Just one thing: 15 December 2025

Dec. 15th, 2025 06:46 am
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It's challenge time!

Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.

Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished!

Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!

Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.

Go!

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Dec. 15th, 2025 09:29 am
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Happy birthday, [personal profile] dancing_moon and [personal profile] sdn!

December Days 02025 #14: Terminal

Dec. 14th, 2025 11:18 pm
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It's December Days time again. This year, I have decided that I'm going to talk about skills and applications thereof, if for no other reason than because I am prone to both the fixed mindset and the downplaying of any skills that I might have obtained as not "real" skills because they do not fit some form of ideal.

14: Terminal

Being a child of DOS sometimes gives me an advantage and a bit of comfort whenever a project or a task that I have to do involves the command line. I still love a good Graphical User Interface (GUI), and I firmly believe that most applications these days are well-suited to having a GUI, even if it's basically a visual wrapper for three command line applications dressed in a trenchcoat. Having a GUI makes your application more accessible to the person who does not feel at home running cryptic commands and not understanding what they will do. I especially like the people who provide the GUI in a terminal (a TUI) when it makes the most sense for their application to be run from the command line and manipulated in such a way.

Others extol the terminal and the command line as the superior option for all things, because the terminal runs faster than the GUI does, needs smaller files to produce the same outputs, requires less clicking and typing, and because being able to run a thing from the terminal generally means it can run on a much wider variety of things, instead of being locked to those things that have enough horsepower behind them to run graphical environments.

Still others, the people who get the side-eye, say that the terminal is the superior option for all because it functions as a skill gate. People who cling to their GUIs are still n00bs and lusers who have not demonstrated sufficient computer touchery and geekery to be allowed access to this particular tool, and therefore anyone who wants to use this jewel has to git gud. Snobbery is not a good look on anyone, but technological snobbery can be particularly vicious, and there are more people than we'd like to admit who fall into the third category of "people who don't want the less technical 'polluting' their spaces with demands for things like accessibility or an easier-to-use interface or syntax."

It is a potentially scary thing to type in a command that someone has put on the Internet, or in a script, or to run as an executable, and hope that it doesn't do something awful to your machine. And even scarier when the potential for malice is not embedded in an executable program, but instead a script inside an innocuous-looking document, or even as things that may or may not require someone to do anything before their system is compromised. And unlike many GUI programs, the command line is a place where the assumption is that you know what you're doing when you type the command and press enter. Great power, great responsibility, great potential for disaster. Not everyone necessarily wants to learn how the syntax of the command works, what it does and any tertiary pieces of knowledge that go along with it, like how to construct regular expressions, how to pipe the output from one program as input into another for further manipulation, or how to construct Boolean logic to capture all the possible conditions and find the correct one for the situation. These people are still valid users and they should have access to tools just as much as the people who want to run everything through the terminal.

Some of the most common situations I had for working with the command line as a youngling were, naturally, in pursuit of playing games. As described in the first post, once I left the comforts and constraints of Automenu, I learned how to navigate around in DOS and do things with it. As games progressed and started taking up more and more memory, there had to be some tricks involved to ensure there was enough available memory for the game to successfully run. DOS in those days had what they called "TSR" programs (no relation to the company that developed Dungeons and Dragons) - Terminate and Stay Resident. Most of the time, these TSRs were drivers so that hardware attached to the system would function properly. Others might be ways of taking advantage of greater amounts of system memory, and setting things up for something like bank switching, so that from the "conventional" memory space, you could still address, store, and retrieve things from "high" memory or "upper" memory that wasn't subject to the 640k limitations of "conventional" memory. (The deep dive into how to store and retrieve information from a Game Boy cartridge was intensely fascinating, and also helped me understand a little more about clever solutions used in limited circumstances.) The difficulty with TSRs is that they had to stay in the "conventional" memory space, and while there were all kinds of solutions and methods to access and use the higher memory spaces, many of them relied on there being enough conventional memory space available in the right places to implement their tricks. So, as time went on, while there may have been enough available RAM and processing power to run Sierra family games, the setup wasn't distributed properly to work.

Thus, the boot disk. From the TUI of the game installer, there was always an option of creating a "boot disk." In those days and times, DOS progressed through the various drives available to determine what to boot from, and the floppy disk drives were always assigned letters earlier in the alphabet than hard disk drives., so they would always be earlier in the boot order than the hard disks. By sacrificing a floppy to the installer, it would craft a DOS boot environment where the bare minimum of TSRs would be loaded to make playing the game functional, with the assumption that after using the boot disk to load the correct environment, you'd then proceed through the directory structure to the hard disk and load the game that way. And they worked very well, loading the drivers for keyboard, mouse, sound card, and sometimes the CD drive, as well as the tools needed to access the higher memory blocks. Once I was done gaming, I'd reboot the system so that it could return to normal operations and access to things like Windows. These days, we don't need to fiddle around with such things, even as RAM requirements and availability have grown. And these days it would be something more like a boot image of some sort, a way of loading a specific environment and then booting directly into the game itself. I wonder what kind of game might take that on as their packaging method, trying not to allow installs, even if they might allow for the mounting and running of the image inside some form of container, but otherwise trying to keep the entire thing on the disc image created.

Boot disks were another way of helping me get comfortable with the command line, and with giving me an incomplete understanding of how a computer actually sets itself up to run and produces the environment that the user will be working in. That's all basically abstracted away, and we only see a little bit of it when watching the console output scroll by as my current machines load up. I'm glad of not having to make boot disks any more, and I'm glad that we have more sensible ways of managing memory and startup now, so that people don't have to do arcane things to set themselves up for playing games and running software. Terminal comfort can come from other sources than hacing to rearrange your entire environment just to play a game.

For some time after that, as Windows got better, and then became the way that most games were played, and DOS eventually found its way to emulation, rather than being a major part of everyone's lives, those command line skills didn't pick up a lot of use, although they also never really went away, because, as I was getting older, this somewhat new-fangled object called The World Wide Web had joined the scene (again, telling you more about how old I am than not) and the interconnectedness of computers was now not only possible, but achievable to people who weren't on defense or university networks. The early parts of this interconnectedness relied on a few different protocols to make it all work - HTTP for HTML document transfer, FTP for binary file transfer, there was Gopher around, and a few other protocols. (All of these protocols still exist, although not many people are maintaining FTP servers any more, I suspect, having found it easier, faster, and better on the bandwidth to seed large files through BitTorrent.) ECMAScript/Javascript/Typescript were promising new ways of doing things, and a lot of website addresses at the time had a /cgi-bin/ in their paths, so even at that time, there were attempts to bolt interactivity and responsiveness onto the more static HTTP protocol.

Since I missed the BBS scene entirely, and never had newsreader access, I don't have the experience of dialing in with a modem and using a program to peruse the bulletin boards and the newsgroups - that would come later, with things like phpBB and other implementations of forum software, before we all decamped for our individual blogs and tried to link them together through rings and RSS. What I do have, however, is that there was a…surge? resurgence? rediscovery? of the Multi-User Dungeon and the use of the telnet protocol to connect to such things and interact with them. I won't say I was any good at any of them at all, and a friend of mine wanted to have me build some things for their own MUD, but I didn't get very involved with that, and so I didn't contribute all that much to it, either. I could have possibly learned a few things about scripting and other such things if I had persisted with the building aspect of it, but I didn't have the time nor the always-available Internet connection, to do most of my building and scripting work with. A more involved me might have instead grabbed the ability to run a local server on a non-Internet-connected machine and put together all of the things that needed doing to make it work, before uploading all of that to the live instance when I had an Internet connection. Which very well may have required either exporting in some way or retyping everything that I did in the local copy onto the non-local copy.

As it is, I entered university days with some amount of telnet experience with the MUDs, and a little more from having used the earliest form of using computers to make requests from other locations in the library system. (With the added bonus of being able to use that same system to look up and make requests from home, instead of having to be at the library to do so.) This made me particularly well-suited to using whatever computers were handy to do things like work on assignments, check e-mail, and do the occasional bit of socializing or other such between classes. While the university provided us with a disc of useful programs to put on our personal computers in the dormitories, or off-campus, I don't remember how many, if any, of the machines that were in the shared computing labs had those same programs present. As a further not-really-complication, since most students were comfortable with Windows machines, that usually meant the available machines were on the Macintosh side of the lab. As someone who could get things done in both of those environments, it mostly meant that I was on the Mac side of the lab instead of the Windows side. (Even more so in graduate school, as the Macs had a good text editor with syntax highlighting that I could use when I was away from my own Linux machine and its syntax highlighting.) The University e-mail system had a command-line interface and interaction point, and I think that was accessed by telnet as well. (What I remember much more clearly about it was that all of the servers we could connect to were identified as being arcade games. While we used a single point of entry to connect, the server we were assigned at random always was a classic arcade game. Zaxxon, Xevious, Pac-man (and Ms. Pac-Man), Asteroids, Battlezone, etc. I liked being able to get the reference and wondered which game I would be working with every time I signed in.) Pine was the system, I remember that, and it was a perfectly serviceable TUI to check, manage, and respond quickly to various e-mails that had been sent out and I was looking at in the time between classes, or when I was in the lab. I felt smart and technologically awesome that I was able to use the terminal for this kind of purpose, and to do it well. And, yes, I did feel a little smug and superior that I could do this on whichever machine was available, instead of having to wait for a specific machine to come available or to trek to a specific laboratory where those machines were available. My university-aged self is still unlearning things as much as they are learning things, and so I have to treat them with patience and understanding.

So when it comes to the terminal and the command line, I have decades of experience in using it, in having things blow up in my face, in having to use it because various utilities, servers, and tools run best (or at all) from terminal, and in using it because I want to see what a piece of software does, and whether I can get things to go faster from there than from other methods. I'd say that comfort with the command line is a second-order comfort when it comes to computers, because you can't really get comfortable with a command line until you are properly comfortable with the machine itself, and feeling competent and curious enough to try things, have them explode, recover from them, and otherwise recognize that many things that wreck a computer can be recovered from, although what form the recovery takes is different depending on how big of an explosion happened, and that most systems with a GUI will ask if you're sure before they do something destructive. This is the kind of thing that a spare machine is perfect for, because spare machines are what you do things that are destructive or explosive on, and then when they do explode or do unwanted things, you have gained knowledge about what to do or what not to do, or that the thing you tried to do was not properly formed, even if it was accepted as valid. Sometimes you discover some really cool things you can do and then take that knowledge back to the main machine to make it run better and more according to your needs.

Once you have the willingness to experiment and see what happens, and the knowledge backstopping you that you can get out of most common bad situations, and perhaps even the knowledge of how to reconstruct a system from scratch and start again, then you can start getting more comfortable on the command line and using the terminal when it seems appropriate or useful to do so. Because, again, many terminal commands don't ask if you're sure, they just do what you told them to do. (More of them probably should ask, but most of the core utilities and commands on any operating system were developed and used by people who did know what they were doing, and they probably found it annoying to have to confirm it every time they wanted to do something. For Linux specifically, even though many distributions of Linux are better about not requiring the use of the terminal or the command line, there's still a certain assumption baked in that the terminal is the real heart of using Linux, and everything else is eye candy, abstraction, or concession made to those who don't want to do everything from the terminal. The terminal-centric focus of Linux makes it both very powerful and very portable, since the terminal itself, and the core utilities don't require a lot of fancy anything to work, and can be put in embedded or underpowered systems to provide functionality and flexibility to their operation. Terminal commands and abilities are also part of creating scripts and programs that will chain together commands to produce useful output, which is the part where the possibilities expand outward exponentially.

I'm trying not to make the terminal sound completely intimidating, and that you need all the time and experience that I have with it to produce useful things and be comfortable with it. But especially in Linux systems, grasping the terminal and what you can do with it is almost a prerequisite for unlocking the full potential of such a system. And I don't fully know everything that I can do with the terminal, because I haven't had to learn it yet, so you don't have to know everything and read all the man pages before you can start using and experimenting with it. I do think, though, that having grown up in an era where the command line was the primary method of accessing programs and using the computer has made it easier for me to re-adopt a terminal, now that I've chosen an operating system that relies on it. I'd still rather that people took the time to put in interfaces and help for people when they release programs to users, or that, if it makes sense, they build a GUI component for their program so that it's more widely accessible, but that is not always the case.

I guess the point is to say that computer touchery does not have to involve terminals and text editors, and that there are several fine programs that require neither to run admirably and well. And that for as much as I have experience with it, there's still plenty that I don't know and may never know. It's one of the places where I can have a growth mindset about myself, and I think it's one of the places where others can, as well, so I'd encourage you to dive in, in whatever way that you can. There will be gatekeeping jerks, there will be unhelpful StackOverflow answers, and sometimes the thing that's the best and most useful response for you will be a blog post from decades ago, but there is a certain satisfaction, at least for me, that comes from accomplishing a task through clever program use or even writing the script yourself and seeing the output that you wanted to have happen scroll by in the console. I am unlikely to claim that I'm good at any of this, but I could venture forth that I am at least semi-competent.
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For the first night of Hanukkah, my mother accompanied me to None Shall Escape (1944) at the Harvard Film Archive. It snowed into the late afternoon, silver-dusting the unsanded streets. The wind chill feels like zero Fahrenheit. [personal profile] spatch and I lit the first night's candle for strength.

Nihotupu dam, early summer

Dec. 15th, 2025 01:42 pm
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I drove out to my local reservoir to charge my car battery and check the water levels after the unusually hot spring we've had (global warming and La Niña). It wasn't too bad as despite the heat we've also had bouts of heavy rain. The Watercare site says the local dams are at 85% of usual levels.

pics here )

vital functions

Dec. 14th, 2025 10:19 pm
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Reading. Scalzi, Bourke, Barber + Bayley, Boddice, Cowart )

Writing. I have a document that contains the outline and extensive transcribed quotations for the Descartes apologia! ... it's already over 5000 words long! And that's before I even get into the argument about Against New Dualism! I think. It is going to wind up needing to be split into two essays. One of which is the quotations about How People Summarise Descartes + What Descartes Actually Said, and the second of which will then be the polemic about how you don't get to rail against mind-body dualism if you then replicate it unfailingly with commitment to the absolute separation of central sensitisation and peripheral nociception. With the former as non-essential background reading for the latter...

Watching. Encanto, courtesy of The Child. I had retained approximately none of the plot from the Encanto-flavoured Baby Yoga we did together recently, happily, and also I Did A Cry. (I am also genuinely impressed that "fish is in terrible bowl" was an indication of where things were going...)

Listening. The Instructions For Getting To The Child, while cycling, via the bone-conduction headphones. V pleased.

Playing. The Little Orchard avec Child! Using some definite House Rules. Also being Someone With Long Arms for various self-directed play. I continue to be told Many Numberblocks Facts. :)

Eating. I put in an order with Cocoa Loco, maker of My Favourite Chocolate For A While Now, for the purposes of A Convenient Present; I also acquired, because Why Not, a single brownie portion and the cocoa nibs & hazelnut bar. I'm not sure I think the cocoa nibs particularly enhance the experience but I do like the Good Dark Chocolate With Hazelnuts of it all; I think I prefer My Default Brownie Recipe to their brownie BUT I also think that having a bag-safe well-wrappped calorie-dense food was extremely valuable in the context of some of this week's more questionable adventures, and I did enjoy it a great deal while I was, you know, inhaling it.

Exploring. BIG HECKIN BIKE RIDE. Many fewer birds along the canal than last time I did that route (on an unseasonably warm day in April); extremely excited to confirm that Walthamstow Wetlands is Within Scope for a trip At Some Point, though possibly not until it's warmer again.

And then today I learned of the existence of and attended an event at the London LGBTQ+ Community Centre, just across the bridge from Blackfriars, which they blurb as "The London LGBTQ+ Community Centre is a sober, intersectional community centre and café where all LGBTQ+ people are welcome, supported, can build connections and can flourish." They have comfy sofas and a permanent clothes swap and a wee library and a very large bookshelf full of boardgames, and a whole bunch of structured social groups as well as walk-ins. I am charmed, I am pleased with my purchases (including MORE BULLSHIT CERAMICS), and I... am contemplating maybe actually getting myself out to some more of their events, not just when I have a friend visiting from abroad who suggested Attending A Market.

A day too big for one day

Dec. 14th, 2025 09:10 pm
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Almost nothing has happened today, but that gives me a chance to talk about everything else that happened yesterday, hopefully before I forget.

I woke up and actually managed to get the train and tram to lift club. The last couple times I'd tried to make it there on public transport hadn't worked out, so it was nice to be able to make it. Especially because it's the last one of the year! At the end I gave George a hug that he said was so good it changed his life. "I'm a very enthusiastic hugger!" he said. "People aren't usually able to meet my energy!" But I guess I did. I love George, even if he does put me on a pedestal a little bit sometimes.

I got a lift home, with had the usual good chats with my pal D. I went right to Teddy's house to walk him, because our usual evening-walk had been swapped to morning walk this once. So this was not only the day that his human, Graham, was having his knee operation, he was having it as we were walking! I let Teddy lead me around the neighborhood for as long as I could but I had a big list of things to do so had to drag him home eventually. I had a good catch-up with Sylvia -- her sister was there, who is so effusive about how much of a help my household has been, aww -- but did have to scurry home so I could have a shower and be on to the next thing.

The next thing was D and I going most of the way to Liverpool to help a relative of V's who's cleaning out his mum's house. We've done this a few times and it's nearly done now. He'd saved me some apple-shaped dishes that I'd coveted the first time but left there; when I was looking through photos of the year for something parent-suitable I saw the photo of these dishes that I'd sent V in order to squee about them, and I was really sad that I hadn't taken them after all. I didn't expect them to have been put to one side for me but since they were I figured it was a sign and eagerly brought them home. They were greeted when I got here by [personal profile] angelofthenorth who recognized them immediately and has a couple herself. It was nice to feel so validated in that decision!

D and I spent a long time at the recycling center, separating stuff out into the appropriate bins. I was stymied by what to do with all the food: all the half-finished bags and jars that a well-stocked home cook had -- the jars all labeled neatly and everything. It was sad to have to get rid of it all. In the process I cut my finger on a bit of broken glass and had to ask the staff for first aid: one employee shouted to another in the scousest accent I've ever heard: "Alex! This man needs to wash his hands! He's got an injury!" They also gave me a little wound-cleaning wet wipe and a band-aid so it was okay.

I got home and needed a nap because we were going out again that evening. To see Karkasaurus and Petrol Bastard, which was such fun even if there was so much dry ice I could taste it and it felt like I was in beginning-of-horror-movie levels of fog. And like I said D got his Loop earplug stuck in his ear, but V got it out today so that's worked out okay. We ran into a number of people that we know there, from different things -- sign of a good gig -- and might have been led astray for a completely extraneous pint afterwards, by this person and her girlfriend and their Welsh friend. Said person continues to be delightfully tactile around me in a way that usually doesn't get to happen absent some romantic or sexual interest, and it's utterly delightful.

And then we left them to their reckless ways and got an uber home just before midnight which is why I didn't have time to talk about all of this in yesterday's blog post!

I did well to be feeling as okay as I am today; I think the fact that I continue to get insomnia when I'm drunk, which at least means I can drink water while I'm awake, keeps the hangovers from being as bad as I've been led to expect in my forties!

Culinary

Dec. 14th, 2025 06:30 pm
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Last week's bread held out fairly well until it did a variety of mould-related activity. There were still some rolls left, fortunately.

Friday night supper: Gujerati khichchari (with cashew nuts) which I do not seem to have made for absolute yonks.

Saturday breakfast rolls: brown grated apple: Light Spelt flour, molasses, a touch of ginger (this didn't really come through, probably overpowered by the molasses): rose like absolute whoah.

Today's lunch: the smoked haddock and pulses thing - smoked haddock loin fillets baked in cream + water with bay leaf, mace and 5-pepper blend, flaked and then layered with bottled black beans (would buy again), some of the cooking liquid added, top sprinkled with panko crumbs and baked in moderate oven for c. 40 minutes, served with baked San Marzano tomatoes, and slow-cooked tenderstem broccoli, finished with lime, some of which seemed less tenderstemmed than one might have expected.

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Dec. 14th, 2025 10:37 am
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On a lighter Parisian note, I read my first Katherine Rundell book, Rooftoppers, which I would have ADORED at age ten but also found extremely fun at age forty!

The heroine of Rooftoppers is orphan Sophie, found floating in a cello case the English Channel after a terrible shipwreck and adopted by a charming eccentric named Charles who raises her on Shakespeare and Free Spirited Inquiry. Unfortunately the English authorities do not approve of children being raised on Shakespeare and Free Spirited Inquiry, so when they threaten to remove Sophie to an orphanage, Charles and Sophie buy themselves time by fleeing to Paris in an attempt to track down traces of Sophie's parentage.

Sophie is stubbornly convinced she might have a mother somewhere out there who survived the shipwreck! Charles is less convinced, but willing to be supportive. On account of the Authorities, however, Charles advises Sophie to stay in the hotel while he pursues the investigation -- but Sophie will not be confined! So she starts pursuing her own investigations via the hotel roof, where she rapidly collides with Matteo, an extremely feral child who claims ownership of the Paris roofs and Does Not Want want Sophie intruding.

But of course eventually Sophie wins Matteo over and is welcomed into the world of the Rooftoppers, Parisian children who have fled from orphanages in favor of leaping from spire to steeple, stealing scraps and shooting pigeons (but also sometimes befriending the pigeons) and generally making a self-sufficient sort of life for themselves in the Most Scenic Surroundings in the World. The book makes it quite clear that the Rooftoppers are often cold and hungry and smelly and the whole thing is no bed of roses, while nonetheless fully and joyously indulging in the tropey delight of secret! hyper-competent! child! rooftop! society!!

The book as a whole strikes a lovely tonal balance just on the edge of fairy tale -- everything is very technically plausible and nothing is actually magic, but also, you know, the central image of the book is a gang of rooftop Lost Kids chasing the haunting sound of cello music over the roof of the Palais de Justice. The ending I think does not make the mistake of trying to resolve too much, and overall I found it a really charming experience.

December Days 02025 #00: Fool

Dec. 13th, 2025 11:30 pm
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It's December Days time again. This year, I have decided that I'm going to talk about skills and applications thereof, if for no other reason than because I am prone to both the fixed mindset and the downplaying of any skills that I might have obtained as not "real" skills because they do not fit some form of ideal.

00: Fool

The Fool, in all his forms, represents unlimited potential. The Major Arcana places him at 0, the number that requires some other number than itself to provide the context of what zero means. Zero is cyclical, and represents both start and end of journey at the same time, ready to embark upon new adventure and learn, and returning and integrating what has been gathered so that the next loop goes with more information and knowledge. Zero is the first index value, which is a thing you have to learn and remember when working with computers. Humans generally start from one when they count, because zero holds no intrinsic value to them. (Zero is actually a fairly abstract mathematical concept, despite being crucial to most operations. I think its only rival for importance and many-faceted-ness in mathematics is one.)

Unlimited potential describes infants and children very well, since their brains are in their most plastic states, learning and absorbing the world, language, society, and how to operate their bodies in space at a phenomenal rate. Eventually, that learning rate tapers off as decisions get made about what to practice and obtain skill in, sacrificing plasticity for efficiency, but it never goes away entirely. We get all kinds of "human-interest" stories in the media about someone of a somewhat advanced age picking up and obtaining great skill in a discipline that they had no knowledge or practice in not that long ago. The entire system of athletics, whether for Olympic prizes or lucrative sport contracts, starts very young and demands both skill and discipline to rise in ranks where someone might challenge for those same athlons. And in other tracks, we see stories all about smart people doing smart things (and a fair number of stories about smart people doing things they believe are smart, but have consequences that are clear and obvious to people outside of their specific discipline.)

Carol Dweck, in the early 2000s, published a book called Mindset: The New Psychology of Success that introduced to us two new concepts to work with: a fixed mindset, where someone believes their intelligence is finite and there is no way of developing it further, and a growth mindset, one that believes there is development potential skills, abilities, and intelligence. This became simplified in the popular parlance and spawned a fair number of ideas about how to keep people, and especially children, out of the fixed mindset, usually centering around the idea of praising students for the effort they've put into their work rather than suggesting that they lack smarts or other fixed qualities that would make them good at things like schoolwork and the various subjects. Dweck came back to revisit these ideas with clarifications and to squash the idea that effort was the only quality that was praiseworthy in helping someone develop a growth mindset in a 2015 Education Week article. And to say that most people have a mix of fixed and growth mindsets about their skills, abilities, and applications of intelligence.

I'll say that mathematics is one of the spots where there's the easiest contrasts of fixed and growth mindsets, although there's some confounding coming from xkcd 385 that contributes to some students being steered heavily toward fixed mindsets. I mostly mention this in the context that I didn't hit my math wall until integral calculus, where I didn't fully understand how I was supposed to go about transforming an equation into forms that I could apply rules to by using the various exotic and trigonometric properties of one, as well as the occasional shuffling of various components to one side of the equation or other so that I could, again, put things into forms where rules could be applied. This makes a little more sense, because geometric proofs were the thing I disliked the most because of the way they made me go through logic and fill out what I knew from what was provided. Despite the fact that I like playing games and solving puzzles, which is the same kinds of things, just with different visuals.

But until that, and with a fair number of other subjects, I was cruising with absorption of knowledge and doing well on tests, and all was well, at least in the realms that can be measured and quantified. My second grade teacher thought I might have a learning disability, because she never saw me do work in class. She saw that the work was good and done well, but she never saw me go to work on the worksheet and finish it while she was explaining and demonstrating the concepts and procedures on the board, such that I was done and quietly reading by the time she turned back around to give us time to work on our sheets. The tests came back that my weak spot was at least one grade level above my current space, and the opportunity to pick up that I did have something affecting me was lost, because that's not what was being tested. They wouldn't have diagnosed me then, anyway, because I presented atypically for my gender presentation at the time, and there wasn't any reason to test for it. These days, I think that if someone comes back as some sort of savant or "gifted" student, you should run them through a battery to see if they have any accompanying neurospice that could cause them great grief in their future.

This ease at things that others considered difficult meant painful emotional experiences when the perfect child turned out to be human after all. And I also had at least one physical altercation in my life because I saw something as simple that someone else found difficult, and they didn't like my attitude about it. (I'm not surprised that I would have come across as arrogant about it or similar. I wasn't intending to do it that way, but I'm definitely a poster child for "What I intend and how it's received are two different things, and I'm not great at accepting that it was received differently than I intended it to be.") It makes me sensitive to the disappointment of others, and it also makes me want to avoid situations of consequence or importance, because if it's important and I fail, then the fallout is both deserved and all my fault, regardless of how the failure happened, and someone will be by to punish me for failing soon.

Dweck is trying to encourage instructors and people who are working with others to adopt the idea of the growth mindset and try to foster it in others. Not just a matter of changing feedback so that it focuses on qualities and items that can be improved or the effort put into the situation (and avoiding feedback that references fixed or intrinsic qualities like "smart"), but also providing the scaffolding and feedback that allows for growth and learning, so that the skill can be not only practiced, but practiced correctly and well. It's not enough to praise effort if the answers are still coming out wrong and there's no understanding of what's going on and where the mistakes themselves are coming from. Humans are capable of learning and doing all kinds of things, many of them remarkably complex. Instruction and repetition and refinement are generally the ways that this works, and if we're going to require all of our small humans to go to school for twelve-thirteen years of their lives, we may as well make the environment as rich in opportunities to grow as we can. (There is an entire separate post here about the ways many educational systems provide the exact opposite of this growth-rich environment, and not all of it is the fault of the instructor and the feedback they give.) While that sometimes gets tritely summed up as "Whether you think you can, or you think you can't, you're right," that reduction makes it seem much more like it's a matter of willpower rather than one of opportunity.

Many of the creative arts, and several of the scientific ones, are less about people of great inherent talent having an inspired burst and then created a masterpiece out of whole cloth using nothing more than their raw talent. Musicians rehearse, writers compose, artists have references and practice works, dancers and athletes train and practice. The skill-taste gap is real, and while some things may be easier to pick up than others, the actual limitations of the brain and body are about whether the brain can translate verbal or demonstrative instructions into body movements, and whether the body in question can perform those movements at the desired level of skill and speed. Where I think a lot of our childhood pathways fail us is that we get told early on to focus on what we're good on, and our feedback tends to be in that form. The point of the schooling system (and the university system beyond that) is to get us in a state where we can perform labor for wage, unless we are one of the lucky few capitalists where we have enough for ourselves and our work is instead making others perform labor for us for wages. Creative arts and other such pursuits might be where our desire lies, but the necessities of not starving often prevent us from fully exploring those arts and pursuits, or they twist it into something that is used for not starving instead of for exploration, practice, and attempting to grasp a little of the numinous. The messaging about doing what you do well, combined with the artificial scarcity of capitalism, can often put us in fixed mindsets about creative arts, because the standard warps from "will doing this make me feel like a fulfilled and whole human being?" to "can I do this well enough for other people to give me money so I don't starve?"

The Fool and the concept of Beginner's Mind are intertwined with each other. Approaching any situation, including existing in a body of matter, with the curiosity of someone who doesn't know anything about the situation, but is interested in learning about it, or observing it and letting it move on, is to approach something with the greatest potential for growth. By shedding as many preconceptions as possible about the thing being approached, the full realm of possibility opens up before you. Admittedly, sometimes conceptions of things come with experience, and that's useful to bring in. Not approaching something with an expectation of how it will turn out, but being prepared in case it does go a way that you have experienced before. Zen, and its famed koans, and much of the practice of it revels in contradiction. Practicing meditation is so that you can get to where you already are. Sitting and observing the world as it goes by, without chasing after any one thing, lets the mind realize the impermanence of all things, the great constructions that take place within our very selves. Knowing about it makes it easier to jettison the whole thing and to practice approaching each moment of life as it is, rather than what it will be, or what it was, and without the structure of preconceptions clouding reality. It always seems impossible until it is done, and Zen tends to work toward the sharp flash of insight when it stops being a theoretical and starts being a practical. In response to another person saying they wanted to become a monk to "deepen their practice," a monk starts laughing and says the person seeking to become a monk already is one, and that there is no deeper to the practice of Zen, just the one level. The one, seemingly-impossible-until-insight level.

We see breakthroughs like this happen all the time with small ones and ourselves. It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense, and then it does. With enough time, practice, and instruction, some things that were thought to be limits aren't, and it's not that the person is stupid, it's that they didn't have the right frame to work with. Or not enough opportunity to practice and refine. Or a low-stakes situation where they could get over the anxiety about it needing to be perfect or sale-worthy and instead focus on doing the actual practice.

There are going to be limits, where some things just won't happen, or be comprehensible, no matter how much good instruction and practice we get. I suspect, however, that most people don't actually reach their true limits on most things in their lives, because they don't get the opportunity to see where those true limits are. Many of the stories that appear in this and other series where I talk about myself are stories where I thought I wasn't "good at" something, but I could practice it and approach it in a Fool-ish way, and now it's (marginally) better than it was before. Because of the experiences my brain has had around praise and punishment, saying I have expertise in things is unlikely, but demonstrating that I have it is routine. And it's tempting to have a fixed mindset about things that are difficult, because I spent so much of my life with things that were not difficult to me. Letting myself overgeneralize into the belief that I used all my skill points on these things and there are none left over for anything else is an easier thing to believe, rather than it being a matter of time and practice. You'd think that being an information professional, where the formal training you go through is much more about learning underlying concepts and methods that then get put to use in specific situations, would make it easier for me to recognize and dismiss the fixed mindset, but, alas, brains. The best I can do is continue to be a Fool when I recognize the need for it.

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Dec. 14th, 2025 01:10 pm
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  1. Book tokens
    My mother gave me a book token for my birthday and I am enjoying the spending of it so much. This year I did not buy online, but went to local bookshop (Waterstones) and spent some happy time looking, and browsing, and reading before making a selection of some books I had never heard of before.

    I have come home with The Wall by Marlen Haushofer and O Caledonia by Elspeth Baker. Both wonderful. Happy serendipity. And there's rather a lot of book-token left.

  2. I was expecting advice about lifting heavy weights.
    I read Casey Johnston's blog She's a Beast Johnston is a weight lifter, and the standard column is about protein powder, or the importance of eating well, or bracing your core. Or some such.

    But a couple of weeks ago, she surprised me with a column on How to read more and yes, it's about reading more and rediscovering the joys & delights of reading, and social media distractions vs bookbookbook. Recommended.

  3. Lets take a fairy-tale and beat it to death
    I'm listening to *Princess Floralinda and the Forty-Flight Tower* on audible. This is a delight. A witch has imprisoned the princess at the top of a tower, with a monster on each floor and - as a treat - a dragon with diamond scales on the ground floor. The princess waiting for a prince, and twenty-four princes have indeed come to rescue her and they have one by one been crunched up by the dragon. (Princess Floralinda had to put her fingers in her ears because the noises are quite horrid). So she just has to rescue herself. She has the world's most unsympathetic & sarcastic fairy as a reluctant accomplice - "That’s another creature you’ve killed simply by having no brains, which makes anyone with brains feel as if it isn’t worth the headache of having them.”

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Dec. 14th, 2025 12:42 pm
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Happy birthday, [personal profile] amindamazed and [personal profile] hhw!
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 Um.

I tried to write an intro for this, but all I can do is gesture incoherently. No, I wasn't a Baldy, I wasn't a skinhead, but the milieu affected my life for Reasons.  If you watch this documentary it may give you a better understanding of (some of) what made Minneapolis in the 80s what it was. Or maybe you were there too, and this will be an interesting tour of byegone days.

I really want to get together and share stories of those times. For now, here, have a pretty good documentary:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=8BSDZ1DIEIQ

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