not today or tomorrow

This is going to be a fairly short catch up, in spite of all the things that have been going on. I don't think I've posted properly on Dreamwidth for several weeks — but I have been massively busy. This weekend is the first time in quite a while that I've felt relaxed and not as if I were lacking in huge quantities of sleep.

My mum, and then sister #1 arrived to visit. Mum will be back (she's doing her usual multiple-month European summer holiday), but my sister just stayed for a few days. Currently the pair of them are in Italy, wandering around beautiful places (which I envy) in 35-degree heat (which I don't).

My sister's time in the UK coincided with Beyoncé's London concerts, and she asked if I wanted to go if she covered the costs (she's always wanted to see Beyoncé in concert and had never had the opportunity since she doesn't tour Australia any more) and dealt with all the palaver of sitting online refreshing the ticketing website when they went live. So now I can cross 'attend massive stadium concert' off my list of cultural experiences. The London weather did not cooperate (although fortunately our seats were under cover), but that didn't stop procedings: nine outfit changes, incredible band and dancers, lots of theatre and pyrotechnics, and of course music and stage presence enough to fill that vast space. I wouldn't say it's my favourite way to experience live music (I like gigs in weird little clubs with thirty other people), but I'm glad I went.

We only got home after midnight, and I then went out the next night to the silent disco ('90s music-themed this time) with Matthias, so I was completely exhausted.

Beyond that, my family's visit involved a lot of good food (my sister took me out for a meal at this place as a fortieth birthday present, she, Mum, Matthias and I went to this place for lunch, etc), some wandering around London, and a chance to see the excellent British Library exhibition on the history of gardening in the UK.

Unfortunately, my sister also brought her Australian germs with her, and I was then horrendously sick with a cold for most of last week, recovering just in time to head over to Worcester for a conference. Refreshingly, this was the first library or educational conference I've attended in several years that wasn't completely dominated by the topic of generative AI (indeed it didn't even get mentioned until one of the questions asked of the presenter of the final presentation), which was nice. I returned home on Friday, immediately cancelled my classes at the gym for Saturday, and collapsed in exhaustion.

My most recent reading (with the exception of Autocracy, Inc by Anne Applebaum) has been decidedly mediocre, and I think the combination of my low tolerance for a) poor editing and copyediting and b) 'cosy' fiction is going to lead me to be a lot more cautious in picking up any currently hyped SFF (especially fantasy) unless I am already familiar with the author. I came to the realisation after reading two such disappointing books in quick succession that although I love stories which involve a lot of domesticity, cosiness just does not work for me, since it seems to currently translate as no conflict (or the kinds of conflict that are easily resolved by a conversation, or a character spontaneously offering help with nothing previously building to that point). Hopefully I'll make better book choices after this previous run.

I think it's possibly fair to say that I want cosy cottagecore in my own life, and not in my fiction!