#emigration and immigration

[jpf-sydney]

Help (not) wanted

New item:

Shelf: 334.41 STR Help (not) wanted : immigration politics in Japan. by Michael Strausz.

Albany, N.Y. : State University of New York Press, 2019. ISBNs: 9781438475516 (hardcover) ; 9781438475523 (paperback)

xv, 197 pages : maps, charts ; 23 cm.

Includes bibliographical references (pages 169-182) and index (183-197). Text in English.

[the-busy-ghost]

Minor throwaway sentence in a book on corruption I've just finished was talking about 1930s gangsters and about certain organisations in Chicago which the author stated were more ethnically diverse than the Italian mafia, and whose members were said to have included 'Irish, Welsh, Italian, and Jewish' gangsters.

Now call me sheltered but I've seen MANY Italian American gangsters immortalised in film, I've heard of the Jewish mob, and the police Irish American gangs but I have yet to see a movie about the Welsh mob. As a rule I don't go in for gangster movies but I feel there's an unfilled niche here and also I need more info.

[the-archenlandian-court]

Not all childhood trauma comes from abuse

Many things can cause trauma:

Terrifying events (eg. War, kidnapping, fleeing home, etc.)

Accidents

Long term sickness

School bullying

Religion

Emigration/frequent moving

Societal reaction to disability (eg. Autism, cerebral palsy, use of a mobility aid, etc.)

And many more….

Trauma doesn’t care about age, and I don’t think we recognise these types in trauma spaces, especially on the medical side (eg. ACE trauma test)

Trauma that doesn’t come from abuse isn’t less or more valid than trauma that does

No matter where you’re trauma comes from, you got this!

I hope your symptoms lessen soon

[lesbianamalvada]

google is telling the difference between immigrate and emigrate is that immigrate means to move to a different and emigrate means to move to a different country. I hate english.

[meyerlansky]

it does make me laugh seeing film bros (gn) get their feathers ruffled over literally any part of goncharov because like

for all that people are complaining that it doesn't make sense as a scorsese work, as a product of the given time frame, as a cohesive piece of [fake] media, no one involved in any of this understands how organized crime itself works, MUCH LESS the specific flavors involved in cross-ethnic organized crime a la a russian gangster in naples would work in the first place

but you don't see me with my masters degree in inter-ethnic cooperation in organized crime tearing that shit apart, because i know how to have fun

[revolutionarysuicide]

man it is seriously depressing remembering how excited i was when i first got my bottom surgery referral multiple years ago now like things were finally looking up i was so excited to finally get surgery after waiting my entire life i was constantly browsing bottom surgery forums to read other ppls account of their recovery etc. i really couldnt wait to feel comfortable in my own skin and be able to have sex the way i wanted and be able to shower with the lights on and all that. and then that was all taken away from me. and all that imagining post-op life that made me so excited is so painful now bc i know it is so far off and possibly i'll never be able to have it bc the nhs can just arbitrarily take it away from me again on the whim of one doctor.

cant stop thinking about emigrating cause i know i would literally get bottom surgery faster if i moved to another country and went through their processes despite the fact that my initial gic referral was in 2017 lol. even if i got my bottom surgery referral today (realistically i won't be re-referred for like another decade p much, and no they won't let me keep my old place in the bottom surgery waiting list, i checked many times with gdnrss lol) it still might be faster to emigrate. i know that a friend of mine who was recommended for bottom surgery in 2019 recently had surgery (she's a trans woman, im aware the waiting times are an order of magnitude longer for masculinising bottom surgery bc of the nhs fucking up the st peters contract too) and like i definitely know foreign surgeons with wayy faster turnaround than that, although im not sure how quickly i could become a citizen to become eligible for those countries' healthcare systems. maybe i could take advantage of my british passport privileges idk how much easier that would make it. but anyway i've been on and off thinking about moving to cuba since i was 16 anyway for anti-imperialist reasons, and ofc they have free bottom surgery there. ive have stayed put bc i think there needs to be communists in the imperial core too to sabotage imperialist efforts to crush revolutions abroad if nothing else bc the british people are so impotent lol, but like damn if britain doesnt keep giving me reason after reason to leave this shitty place

[cats-of-eden-valley]

so I'm actually going the full nine yards and including info about who mentored who and im coming out with even more interesting dynamics from it

[aziraphales-library]

Hiya! A while ago, I read and loved 'Lift Me Up, O Lord' by CopperBeech, a human AU which has Aziraphale be of Polish descent. It made me wonder if you know of any other human AUs in which Aziraphale or Crowley are immigrants or descendants of immigrants. Cheers!

Hello! I have a couple of fics along these lines that might interest you...

Food is Love by Sodium_Azide (T)

A chance childhood meeting leads to a lifetime sharing languages, hijinks, and meals together. Aziraphale and Anthony reach across cultures and nourish each others’ hearts and souls.

The British Agent by Jackie Thomas (NR)

He realises that Crawley is beautiful. He is as lovely as any film star. It is not the open, sunny handsomeness of a Hollywood leading man. Life and experience have left their intricate mark across his features. But it is beauty nevertheless. A beauty forbidden twice over to Aziraphale.

The Nice and Accurate Proposal by thealienmeme (T)

anthony crowley has two options: be deported back to South Africa or force his kind and soft assistant, aziraphale fell, into marrying him so he can stay in the country. on one hand, being deported maybe wouldn't be so bad, but on the other hand, aziraphale is kind of cute. cue a fake relationship, a whacky family, a cute dog, and a small town that hasn't seen anything like this before.

Whatever a Moon Has Meant; Whatever a Sun Will Sing by Beckers522 (E)

There was a photograph, torn down the middle. Pieces scattered as far as the East is from the West. Thousands of kilometers separated them now, as the world fell to pieces around them. And yet, if someone were to look closely, if someone were to traverse the space between them and lay the folded and worn parchment flat on the table, if someone were to line them up just so, they might realize that the two pieces fit together like the pieces of a puzzle, Like the gears of a clock. Like a nut and a bolt. Almost as if they were made from the same stock.

This is a tale of love and of loss. Of heartache and of hope. Told in three parts, follow Aziraphale and Crowley as they navigate the hardships of growing up, the horrors of war, and the miraculous wonder of finding love in the most unlikely of places.

And the one you mentioned...

Lift Me Up, O Lord by CopperBeech (E)

Aziraphale Fell’s maintained a string of weightlifting victories, a strained relationship with his family, and his grandfather’s waistcoat right into his fifties. His personal life is little more than an album of brief and pleasant memories. It’s safer that way.

Distance runner Anthony Crowley’s spent the last decade watching his racing career recede in the rearview, but it doesn’t stop him running, literally, away from his feelings. And now he’s fallen, equally literally, from grace.

Someone’s about to lift him up.

- Mod D

[softquietsteadylove]

Could you write their first meeting in the Pokémon AU? It would be super cool to read about that!!❤️

"Ralts!!"

"Sorry," Gil startled back at the sudden exclamation. He leaned over the bushes again, but the Ralts was already crouched down and holding the green 'helmet' of its head. They were very easily startled pokemon, but they were more prone to running away than just...sitting there.

"Hey, it's okay," Gil tried to soothe the little guy, bending down to him but at a safe distance away. "I'm sorry I scared you, buddy."

The Ralts continued to huddle over itself. It was waiting for...something.

"I didn't mean to," Gil said gently. "I'm a pokemon ranger. I was just checking the area. Are you lost?"

"Ralts," the little psychic type whimpered.

Gil pulled his pokegear out of the inside pocket of his vest. He wasn't due back quite yet.

"There you are!"

Gil looked up, finding a rather intimidating looking trainer glaring down at him. He gulped; she was beautiful.

"Who's this?" she asked the Ralts, rather than asking him directly.

"Ralts-Ralts!" the pokemon answered her, scurrying in between her legs and clinging to her white denim pants. She was dressed in white all over, actually; he would think she was an ice specialist if not for the Ralts at her feet.

"Ranger," she frowned at Gil again. Maybe she was one of those super intense competitive types.

"Uh, sorry," he apologised (for nothing). Maybe it would soothe her already riled temper? "I was going to offer to help him get back to whoever was waiting for him."

She looked down at her timid little pokemon and back to him. There was a coldness in her eyes that made it seem chillier than it really was. "Ralts is...shy."

Yeah, that was clear. Gil looked at the trembling little pokemon to the much more headstrong trainer standing over it. How in the world did they happen upon each other? Gil took his hat off and straightened up to look at her more properly. She was tall, but he was still taller than her.

"How did you end up catching him?" he asked in a friendly voice. His eyes drifted to her hip, where he could see only luxury balls on her belt. She seemed severe, but she obviously cared for her pokemon. Or maybe she was just rich.

"He just...fell right into me."

Gil blinked. But the female trainer leaned down and picked Ralts up, holding it in a surprisingly gentle way. Maybe she was just protective of her pokemon, and that was what made her come across as so frosty. She was far from a young, dumb trainer running around with nothing but a bike to their name, but it seemed so strange for her to only have this little Ralts with her.

"I moved regions recently," that explained the accent. "I was camping and this little thing just...tumbled right over and into my campsite."

"Ralts," it crossed its arms and looked up at her, like a child complaining of its parent telling an embarrassing story about it.

"He has to grow into his feet a little." She smiled--she finally smiled! It was a pretty smile.

It wasn't abnormally tall...yet. But she was right, the tracks Gil had followed had made him sure it was a different pokemon all together.

"Swablu?"

Gil blinked as the Cotton Bird pokemon peeked out from behind the trainer's ponytail. It nudged some of it away with its beak. "Oh, hello."

"Well, hello," she greeted the pokemon sitting in the hood of her jacket.

"Swa!" it cooed back at her, stretching out its fluffy wings.

A Ralts and a Swablu...and with the blonde of her hair - even lighter than a Ninetales' colour - they made kind of a funny picture.

"What?" she demanded as to what he was smiling about.

Gil shook his head, still smiling at her. "It's a nice team, you have. They obviously trust you a lot."

"Hm," she relaxed some, although he got the sense that it wasn't his praise that had earned her trust. Her eyes ran over him, "what about you?"

"Uh," he blushed faintly, gripping his hat tighter, "m-me?"

"You're a pokemon ranger," she raised a brow at him, tilting her head (Swablu moved to her other shoulder). "I know you're not about pokeballs, or whatever."

That was one way to put it, Gil supposed.

"But you really don't have any pokemon with you?"

Gil shrugged, not disclosing that even for a ranger, it was a little odd to not even have a partner pokemon, free roaming or otherwise. "Not...permanently."

"Are you..." she trailed off, still regarding him warily. She had every right, now that Gil thought of it; if she was new from another region, travelling alone, obviously beautiful--it probably wasn't easy for her to trust any old trainer she ran into. "Do you get lonely?"

Gil's back straightened. That certainly was a word for it.

"S-Sorry." Ralts tilted its head up to look at her, revealing its well hidden eyes. She patted his head, "I suppose you can tell I don't speak to people much anymore."

"That's okay," Gil smiled. She was actually...kind of sweet, under that hard outside. Like a pecha berry. "I get that question a lot, as a ranger."

"Is it safe for you to be patrolling alone, in any case?" she tilted her head at him.

"Well," it wasn't without its dangers, certainly, "for the most part. I'm heading back tot he ranger centre now, actually."

The trainer's eyes lit up.

Gil met her gaze, although she looked back down at Ralts. She was stubborn. "How long have you been camping out here?"

She tapped her finger against the tip of Ralts' red crest (making the little Feeling pokemon giggle). She was...embarrassed? "Until you reach a higher rank, the salary of a pro trainer...it isn't as glamorous as the league makes it look on television."

She was done with camping, clearly. Gil straightened up, slipping his hat back on. "Well, you're welcome to come with me. There's a pokemon centre, and we're fully equipped to handle travellers for however long they need to stay."

She debated it a little more before sliding closer. "I appreciate it. I...I'm Thena."

Thena; even her name was beautiful.

Gil tried to keep his smile contained to 'normal' and not 'some creep she met in the woods'. "I"m Gil."

"Well then," she cleared her throat, trying to resume the more lofty attitude with which he'd found her. But the contrast was kind of cute. "After you, Ranger Gil."

His heart flipped over in his chest. Technically he was barely more than a junior ranger--this was his first route he was allowed to patrol by himself, and he hadn't really found his place at the ranger centre here.

No one had called him Ranger Gil before.

"Uh, r-right!" he also cleared his throat. He pulled the brim of his hat down as he felt himself blush. "This way!"

"Swab!"

He laughed as Swablu took the liberty of perching himself on top of Gil's hat for the journey.

"Swablu, stop it!"

"It's okay," Gil assured her, letting the little bird settle down on his head. "I don't mind, really."

"Swablu!"

He heard Thena sigh from behind him. "Fine, but only because he's cute."

He knew she was talking about Swablu, but still, his blush worsened.

[netscapenavigator-official]

Oh so you’re a “queer ally” but you won’t marry an American Fag so that they can get a one-way ticket outta this dump? 🤨 Sounds home of phobic to me, dawg.

[loki-zen]

incidentally will be forever fascinated to know how that one black Revolutionary War soldier got my (extremely rare) surname but i can’t exactly post about it on tumblr without doxxing myself

[jpf-sydney]

Idō to kotoba. 2

New item:

Shelf: 801.03 IDO 2 Idō to kotoba. 2 = Mobility [and] language. edited by Kawakami Ikuo, Miyake Kazuko, Iwasaki Noriko.

Tōkyō : Kuroshio Shuppan, 2022. ISBN: 9784874248966

ii, 255 pages : colour illustrations ; 21 cm.

Includes bibliographical references. Text in Japanese.

Table of contents:

序章, なぜ「移動とことば」の語りなのか / 川上郁雄.

第1章, 名前をめぐるアイデンティティ交渉 : 「ハーフ」の娘と母の「移動」の軌跡から見えるもの / Laura Sae Miyake Mark, 三宅和子.

第2章, 湯呑の貫入に投げ込まれた「移動とことば」 / 尾辻恵美.

第3章, 「が」の正体 : 痛みをのりこえてひらく花 / 半嶺まどか.

第4章, 「留学」研究からことばの学習と使用を考える : 移動を重ねるスロバキア出身Denisaの言語レパートリー / 岩﨑典子.

第5章, 「当事者」研究をする「私」のオートエスノグラフィ : カテゴリー化をめぐって / 南誠 (梁雪江).

第6章, 「移動するこども」のライフストーリーとオートエスノグラフィ : 聞き手と語り手と書き手の関係を振り返って / リーペレス・ファビオ.

第7章, German, Japanese and beyond : how my languages made me a psycholiguist / 辻晶.

第8章, 移動とことばをめぐるダイアローグ : 異郷に生きる関西出身者の往復書簡より / 川口幸大, 津川千加子.

第9章, 「移動する子ども」と文学 : 荻野アンナの文学世界を読む / 川上郁雄.

あとがき, <個>の「移動」が照らしだす社会とことば / 三宅和子.

[susansontag]

I sometimes wonder if my great grandmother’s parents had emigrated to the usa instead of the uk whether I would now generations down the line have a much stronger sense of irish identity. like would I consider myself an irish american

[thekimspoblog]

Any government which complains that it is not prepared for large numbers of people entering and exiting its borders freely, is failing in its most fundamental duties as a free country.

[yardsards]

this cold snap combined with being Obligated to visit my shit parents has me fantasizing about the fact that some day i will move hundreds -perhaps thousands- of miles away from here

[fashionlandscapeblog]

Diversity is a key to human survival, but little has been done by governments to promote this important idea. (..) Ethnocultural variability, like biological variability, promotes and sustains life. To the extent that we insist on homogeneity, we are closing ourselves to needed options and alternatives. Successful evolution requires variability because variability creates the differences necessary for adaptation to changing environmental demands. The "unenlightened" society will continue to insist on “cultural homogeneity”, and in doing so, will foster its own demise. The enlightened society will acknowledge and promote “diversity”, and in doing so, encourage its survival.

— Leonore Loeb Adler and Uwe Peter Gielen, Migration: Immigration and Emigration in International Perspective