lotesse: (gsp_green)
When the first breath of spring touched the Limberlost, and the snow receded before it; when the catkins began to bloom; when there came a hint of green to the trees, bushes, and swale; when the rushes lifted their heads, and the pulse of the newly resurrected season beat strongly in the heart of nature, something new stirred in the breast of the boy.

Nature always levies her tribute.


So I did an amazing thing this weekend. I ran up to Lansing for my sister's senior flute performance recital, and on my way I went to the Limberlost swamp.

LOTS of photos behind the cut )
lotesse: (winter)
Thank you for writing a story for me!

I'm a happy-ending kind of girl. I like stories about people in love, sexual or otherwise - stories where people care for and help one another. It satisfies my idealistic streak. I do love angst, oh do I ever, but I kind of need happy endings afterward. h/c is probably my biggest kink. I'm also really into family-of-choice tropes and stories about strong or passionate emotional intimacy.

I like female characters really a lot. Not all of my requests center directly on women, but it's important to me that narrative spaces reflect gender parity/equity, or specifically condemn the lack thereof in more realistically patriarchal 'verses. I like non-standard sexualities and imaginative modes of sexual engagement. Similarly, cultural diversity that opens up the imaginative space of the canon makes me seriously happy. There's no reason why kyriarchal western values, images, mores, or cultural practices need to rule speculative stories that are fairytales or take place in outer space!

Battlestar Galactica (1978) )


Limberlost books )


Tamora Pierce, Tortall )


Orlando )
lotesse: (Default)
'Cause I love me some historical ladywriters. From the top: 1. Christina Rossetti, 2-3. Charlotte Brontë, 4. Emily Brontë, 5-6. George Eliot, 7. Louisa May Alcott, 8. Gene Stratton Porter (<3), 9. Lucy Maud Montgomery, 10-12. Virginia Woolf, 13-14. Edna St. Vincent Millay



of some mute and inglorious Jane Austen )
lotesse: (darkisrising)
It got so cold these last few days that I ended up turning back to Susan Cooper to cope with it! And oh dear me, I do love her books. The Dark is Rising books are sweet as honey, and I get all heart-clenchy over them. They're the sort of books that have me gasping out characters' names in peak narrative moments, just to somehow give voice to the abundance of love I end up feeling for them.

Question: did anyone else ever read Cooper's book Seaward? It was one of my best beloveds as a kid, and I haven't seen nor touched in for years, now - it tends to be hard to find. I remember that it was one of those books that were a big deal for me in early adolescence: the ones that were still pretty much children's lit, not YA - classic high fantasy, not hip or modern or anything like that - but that had sex bits in them. And not porn or anything, but just sort of an awareness of the body as a subject. Seaward and Many Waters and Tehanu, and Freckles. Before Song of the Lioness and Mists of Avalon. I loved those books so very very much.
lotesse: (sad!Gwen)
Hoo. Spent today doing business - trying to sort out my stupid loans, because my college is full of dips who don't think they need to continue sending out enrollment information, and panicking around about graduate financial aid. Apparently, the state of Indiana does things late - they've only just set this next year's tuition, and aid packets won't go out for another two weeks. I'd been freaking, because omg July! and I didn't know about my loan yet! but I think I should be okay.

Lauren, sent out your dwth invite code, sorry to have dragged my feet about it.

I've been watching Merlin on the telly with The Baby, and man, they weren't even trying. The whole "born like this" deal? So. Stinking. Queer. I continue to not like Gaius. King Uther yay!

I just finished reading Gene Stratton Porter's "A Daughter of the Land," and was shocked by how dark it was. And grown up - I'm used to her doing bildungsromans, but this was a novel about adults. Perhaps the cynicism came from that. It lacks her usual transcendentalism, but it's strongly shot through with a very Midwestern kind of work ethic, one that values honest craft and tasks well done over riches or beauty. Her heroines are always very restful for me, because they're so often not beautiful, and yet remain loved and lovely. Though "Freckles" does rather break that pattern, at least wrt the Angel. I suppose that Freckles himself isn't exactly pretty, when you come to it.

daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin

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