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Contemplating the fact that UG and MA students have been increasingly coming to me for supervision on queer/trans sociophonetics topics, which is wild because I do not teach any sociolinguistics classes and have published more papers on *syntax* (1) than sociophonetics (0), but I love this shit.

Normally you wouldn’t want a fellow train passenger to put their feet on your lap, attempt to kiss you, and fall asleep with their head against your ankle — unless, of course, that fellow passenger is a Very Good Dog, in which case it will absolutely be the highlight of your week.

Walking through the empty rooms of the house I’ve lived in for a decade is like the montage from the DS9 finale, except it’s just me exchanging meaningful looks with my various mental illnesses. Thank you, house, for being the standing set for 10 seasons of that nonsense.

Hot tip: if you’re appearing as a shadowy telepathic presence in someone’s mind, saying “doooon’t be friiiiiiightened” in a low creepy voice is maybe not your best opening salvo.

Watching the first 10min of ENT2x22: oh, this isn’t as bad as I remembered! Trip is a doofus but they all seem to know that, Phlox expresses delight about the diversity of sex and gender in the universe, Andreas Katsulas is enthusiastic about intercultural exploration. Minute 11: ohhh, right.

Why is it so hard to convince students that “what sounds is this speaker producing?” and “how do listeners interpret those sounds?” are TWO SEPARATE QUESTIONS. Is this a neurotypical thing, or what.

Lies My Toaster Told Me

At a Lower Decks panel. Q: “If they offered you a Star Trek police procedural, would you do it?” Tawny Newsome: “yes but the first episode would be them all quitting being cops.” Give this woman the keys to Star Trek now please.

I just gave a talk at an outreach event over Zoom (because the trains aren’t running due to ::checks notes:: wind) — I’m simultaneously grateful that this is possible/normalised and reminded how much I hate the specific bodily sensation of trying to teach/present virtually.

“laws aren’t real” has a maybe more optimistic corollary: you have to make them real

the tightrope walk of the next few years: waiting and breaking down vague and terrifying pronouncements before despairing; doing this to show the ways all this can be slowed down, not to sound like the smartest person in the room or to demobilize people; not downplaying that they do sound terrifying

Unsolicited advice: pick one or two issues and whole-ass your support or advocacy and activism. Obviously remain open to show up for other folks’ organizing if it falls outside of your focus, but it’s gonna get tempting to stand for everything, which is a recipe for burnout and disappointment.

I don’t need to hear over and over and over how bad each new thing is. On any given day my anxiety is crushing my chest just from being alive already, and this online collective panic attack just immobilises me further. What I need is a beacon for action, something beyond endless screaming.

Fucking finally.

Today in oops no diacritics: Cien Anos de Soledad does sound like something I would read…

I read this essay, "Against Cop Shit," in 2020, and it's one of the pieces of writing that has had the largest influence on my thinking about how I teach out of almost anything. It's very short - if you haven't read it, please do. jeffreymoro.com/blog/2020-02...

Welp, 25 years after intending to get around to it, I finally read 100 Years of Solitude. I liked it a medium amount? I think I would have been more enraptured during my teenage literary snob phase, but also back then I lacked the experience of being left alone to go feral for a while, so.

I appreciate the rationale of “you can’t charge extra for X”, except sometimes the result is “fine, we just won’t allow X at all” and yes I am talking about the fact that the (very reasonable!) caps on rental deposits in the UK also make it fucking impossible to find a place to live with a cat.