#fhb talks

[far-hall-bridge]

My friends have convinced me that this girl (KV) is flirting with me but I genuinely can’t tell if she’s even into girls

[kingedmundsroyalmurder]

Jane of Lantern Hill chapters 3 and 4

Standard Jane warning for emotional abuse; new warning for genre-typical child servant abuse.

Two evening events in a row means that I am quite behind. We're doing these two chapters together because they're both about Jody.

The very first thing I noticed, and one that's purely craft-related, is that this appears to be the book in which LMM experiments with ellipses. Blue Castle was all about em dashes, Jane is all about ellipses. I haven't fully been able to pin down what she wants the effect to be. A pause, clearly, but why an ellipsis? I've never seen them used in the middle of sentences like this, to offset clauses or separate ideas. Did she get bored of em dashes? Did her publishers give her bonuses based on the number of characters she used? Was she playing a game with herself to keep the drafting process interesting? I feel like I'm reading this book through the medium of texts sent by my grandmother (who is much nicer than Jane's, thankfully.)

Second minor detail: Jane has RPG character or anime protagonist eyes, apparently. I know she probably intended them to be light, warm brown, but every marigold I've ever seen has looked like this:

This is an eye color that I give my characters in video games when I want them to look like aliens. And "marigold" as a color is a shade of yellow, not brown. So I'm not sure why that's the descriptor LMM reached for, but it is now my firm headcanon that Jane has yellow-orange anime eyes.

Anyway, on to the actual contents of the chapters. Between the rich girl befriending the poor girl and the whole imaginary garden sequence, I am getting such Frances Hodgson Burnett vibes, you have no idea. I don't know if LMM also read her books, or if they were just working similar themes, or if I just imprinted on FHB as a child and see traces of her everywhere.

So Jody is an orphan, kept on at the boarding house out of "charity", a word which in this context means "a servant you don't have to pay or treat well." She goes to school "every day there was no extra rush" which probably means she's not very well educated, which will make it even harder for her to find better circumstances when she grows up.

And she's clearly set up as a deliberate mirror for Jane. Here they are, two girls who on the surface couldn't be more different, who immediately recognize each other as kin because actually, under the surface, their lives are very similar. This is where we diverge sharply from the Sara Crewe/Samantha-from-American-Girls model. Jane doesn't just befriend Jody because she's kind-hearted and sees someone in trouble, she befriends Jody because here is another person who understands what it's like to live in fear of other people. Jane's material circumstances are much better than Jody's, but her emotional ones are just about as bleak.

That thread gets reinforced in chapter 4, when Mary and Frank are talking about Jane's mother. Jane's mother has every material thing she could possibly want -- and a great many that she doesn't want -- but she's not actually happy. She's just as trapped as Jody is, fully reliant on the good will of someone else to keep her home and fully aware that if she upsets that person too much she could be turned out with nowhere to go. And, like Jody, she doesn't seem to have the resources to just leave anyway and make a go of it. Jody is trapped because she's 11, and Mrs. Stuart is trapped because she's never had to make do on her own, and the one time she tried to leave it ended poorly and she's now too scared to try again.

Jane, meanwhile, is also trapped due to her age, and it seems that at each new turn she encounters a new bar in her cage she'd never considered before. "It had never occurred to her that she was not at liberty to give away her own doll" is such a good sentence. LMM is so good at simultaneously conveying Jane's youth -- she is learning these things for the first time -- and also showing the absurdity of the situation. No, says the narrative. Grandmother is not doing these things for Jane's own good. She will not understand when she is older. She is being a cruel and petty tyrant, and that's all she's ever been.

[dramaphan]

I’m exposing dramaphan for being a Canadian

[rainesclan]

tumblr’s refusing to let me change back to my normal layout so happy holidays forever i guess 

[dietraumerei]

Regarding the Secret Garden, I think what remains is Mary, who is a proper person (I read the book when I was about 12, I identified with her a lot) because she is grumpy and clever and likes keeping secrets from the adults because it's honestly none of their business what she does. She also makes friends with all the outcasts. And she's very honest. I think that's what I've always liked about her: brutal cutting honestly which is very trustworthy when everyone around you lies all the time.

That's also what stood out to me about Colin. It wasn't the ambiguous sickness that was the problem, it was the fact that everyone is always lying to him, especially about the fact that his dad doesn't want him! He knows he's not wanted and everyone is shaking thier heads going, oh poor Colin, he's so sick, but all the time he knows already. They don't what to see him or talk to him and it drives him crazy because they keep confusing the issue.

Things are the way they are because you're sick. No! Things are the way they are because you don't want me! Cut that out!

The book does make heavy use of healthy inside/healthy outside symbolism, in a world where thoughts are literally shaping reality. Which is bad because life is not like that.

But I guess I'm writing to say, I think you could totally drop the illness aspect of it and still keep the best part of the book: stuff you, I'm going to love myself and I don't need your permission to do it. Watch me make friends and find fulfilment.

(pardon the word salad, I love this story so much)

Oh yes, all of this, totally!! I still love the heart of the story, it's just some of the ways it's expressed are really harmful. But there's a strong core there that I can absolutely use to tell awesome stories about Aziraphale and Crowley :) Because Aziraphale keeps getting lied to, and lies to herself, and Crowley is just a little bundle of sardonic anger who sees the truth. (I've mostly cut out Colin's illness, but I think it will show up in roundabout ways, because I sort of do want to deal with that imagery, just...differently than FHB did.)

[thefrostfallathenaeum]

Of Ayahs and Missie Sahibs: Racist? Or simply a product of their time?

In other words: Rereading Frances Hodgson Burnett's works from the perspective of an Indian

From top to bottom: 

1. Little Lord Fauntleroy (paperback without illustrations)

2. A Little Princess (paperback without illustrations)

3. The Secret Garden (paperback without illustrations)

4. A Little Princess (hardcover, illustrated in colour by Ethel Franklin Betts)

5. The Secret Garden (paperback, illustrated in colour by Inga Moore) This is a gorgeous edition

6. Little Lord Fauntleroy (harcover, illustrated in colour and B/W by Graham Rust) Beautiful edition, but is out of print

7. A Little Princess (hardcover,  illustrated in colour and B/W by Graham Rust) Another lovely edition

Let me begin by telling you that 'The Secret Garden' has been a childhood favourite, so if I say anything against it, 'tis not because I hate it and I want others to dislike it too, quite the opposite. Now that we're done with that, onto business.

I first read 'The Secret Garden' when I was 7 or 8. It was this forest green paperback, printed on thin yellowish paper and tightly bound. There weren't any illustrations and the font was extremely small. Needless to say, it didn't deter me from finishing the book in 2 to 3 hours (I was a fast reader, still am, but only when it comes to reading stories), and because I enjoyed FHB's writing a lot, I decided to look for other books that she had authored, which led me to find 'A Little Princess' and 'Little Lord Fauntleroy'. Both of which I enjoyed quite a lot, although I thought that Fauntleroy was a bit too sweet, not because of his helpful nature, but because of how saccharinely innocent he was portrayed to be, but given that he was 7, I can look past it. A Little Princess was a class apart, I felt that Secret Garden didn't hold a candle to it, Sara was mature, but innocent. Thoughtful, but had a temper. And finally, had a beautifully vast imagination which was the life of the book.

What of the elephant in the room? The Secret Garden starts off in India, Mary Lennox is the daughter of a British officer posted in India and his young and beautiful wife. It's the pre-independence period, and as such, Indians are treated as second class citizens, and such is displayed in the book. Mary calling an Indian woman, 'a daughter of pigs', (Good heavens, that made me cringe so hard. I knew that Mary was the protagonist, but a protagonist without basic human decency? ) Cut to everyone dying of Cholera, Mary's parents, everyone else that lived in that house. Mary is sent to England after this, and that's where the story truly begins. Other than a few racist remarks about Indians, there isn't any mention of them in the book after that. So my question is, instead of being so overtly racist against Indians, couldn't Frances Hodgson Burnett just show that the story took place in British India? And yes, I do know that Mary was a horrible child in the beginning, and her behaviour was supposed to cement that. There were many other ways of showing such, for example, perhaps Burnett could've simply said that Mary flew in cold rages, complemented by an equally bad temper or yelled at the people taking care of her. But I'm not Burnett, so what can I say? Another issue, which bothers me is Mary's character arc, I agree that she helped Colin, and became friends with Dickon and was a better person for that. But Burnett could've also added a scene wherein she feels some sort of guilt or sorrow for how she treated her Indian companions. Instead, we get a scene wherein she talks about an Indian rajah (prince, that is) whose clothing was decorated with pearls and diamonds and other gem stones. Although, the part where she sings Colin to sleep with an Indian lullaby was very very sweet, I really liked that. Frances, my dear, couldn't you have added other similar scenes? :/

'A Little Princess', whose protagonist is the total opposite of Mary. Sara Crewe would've been happy to live in India with her father forever. But he sends her to a school in London, as it was said that Indian weather wasn't good for children (People believed a lot of strange things then, one of them being that skin colour made them superior to the other. Weird.) He sends her there and dies without a penny after 4 years, which leads to the headmistress turning Sara into a servant, and her struggles are depicted beautifully, her pain, her polite defiance, it's all magnificent. Coming back to the point of race, One one of the evenings in the attic that she was banished to live after her father died, as she watched a beautiful sunset, and Indian man with a monkey opens the window right opposite to her room, and the monkey escapes, that's when Sara speaks to him in 'Hindustani' which is most probably Hindi, I mean, how hard is it to know the names of Indian languages when you're writing about a girl that lived in India? But thankfully, there isn't any racism other than that, well, unless you count how Burnett described the Indian Lascar as a poor fellow. But I guess that was just a description of how miserable he felt because of the gloomy british weather, so we'll ignore that.

As for Little Lord Fauntleroy, there is no mention of India at all. Only of the US. The Earl, Cedric's Grandfather is described as a classist, (most probably racist) man who believes that everyone is out after his money. But that's a plot device and a character flaw. I wouldn't say there's any overt racism in this book.

So, what's the conclusion? 'The Little Princess' and 'Little Lord Fauntleroy' are good reads, even in present day, and the minor racism in TLP can be excused as a product of its time. On the other hand, The Secret Garden's first few chapters are overflowing with overt racism, and if children are reading it, they shouldn't be allowed to feel that Mary's actions and words are excusable by any means. That's all I've got to say, CHEERS!

[joonstitties]

huh i thought discourse anon was talking about bts?

yeah fhb i got confused sorry discourse anon :l hehe

[thememoryhole]

The Dude of Jack

August of 2004, probably almost exactly thirteen years ago. This story is the second in a series involving NSO (New Student Orientation) and is actually closely related to the first one.

As I mentioned in that previous story, part of NSO involved placement exams. However, that's not entirely accurate. NSO itself did not include placement exams, but to make life easier for incoming freshman, the university scheduled the exams for the days preceding NSO. The idea being that you could come one day earlier, knock out some placement exams, and then attend NSO.

One issue for us neighbor island kids was that, while NSO provided accommodations on-campus, if you went one day earlier, no such accommodations were available. I'm sure many people had friends or family on Oahu that they could lodge with for the extra day, but a couple of haole boys like John and I had no such luck.

The school did have an agreement with some hotel to help students in our situation. As I recall, it still wasn't cheap, definitely over a hundred dollars, which to a couple of teenagers fresh out of high school seemed like an insane amount of money to spend on a place to stay for one night. Between the two of us, the cost wasn't quite as bad, at least.

John and I flew to Honolulu that morning and the first order of business was checking in to the hotel. I don't even remember how we got there—I can't believe we'd be stupid enough to waste the money on taking a taxi, but on the other hand, we didn't know anything about Honolulu, so getting around was not yet our forte.

That's a theme I must stress from the beginning—we didn't know where we were or what we were doing. The epitome of small town kids lost in the big city for the first time, I can't be too specific on many of the details in this story because for the most part they were a blur. Though we would later grow to be quite adept at navigating the rough and tough streets of Honolulu, these were our first brave steps on our own.

I actually think that the hotel might have had an airport shuttle, which makes sense given that, when we arrived, it was like, a legit nice hotel. Not something super fancy, but this wasn't a Motel 8, either. Despite having reserved the room through the school, I remember needing a credit card, which was a big "holy shit" moment because we were still kids who didn't have anything. One of us used our newly-minted FHB debit cards. I think it was me, because for the rest of my time on Oahu I constantly worried about how the authorization hold on the card had basically reduced the amount of money I could spend during the entire trip to $30 or something ridiculous like that.

The hotel was in, or at least around, Waikiki, I am certain of that. I probably ended up walking past it a thousand times later on in life, but I never could remember which one it was. As we used the little keycard to open the door, I think we were both amazed that it was such a nice place. Why was this necessary for college kids here just to take entrance exams? The cost made sense, now, at least. It was fun, though. I enjoyed having a nice room to chill in. It would definitely beat the dorms they'd stick us in for NSO, as we'd soon find out.

I actually remember how we got to UH on that first day. Because the school at least had provided some public transportation guides for students staying at that hotel. We took the bus. I want to say it was the 4, but I have no idea if that's accurate or if TheBus still even uses the same line numbers as they did a decade and a half ago, so it's probably moot.

Regardless, I also remember that taking the bus was a big deal. Dude, we're just like, getting on this bus, who knows if we'll even get where we need to go? There were no smartphones back then, it wasn't like we could check our progress with an app or GPS. Just hop in, slide the two dollars in the little machine, take a seat, and hope eventually the little LED screen says the next stop is UH.

Clearly, we did get to UH, and I've already detailed some of the experiences there. I don't actually remember much more from that first day, obviously at some point we made our way back to the hotel and there isn't a whole lot that sticks out in my mind about that evening. What I remember more is the next morning. We had to get up early, to check out and then head back to UH for the official start of NSO.

But before that, we needed to grab breakfast. Being brave, we decided to wander the streets for a while and see if the big city could offer us anything novel. This is what makes me believe the hotel was at least in very close proximity to Waikiki, because we were easily able to stumble upon what felt like a very main drag of Waikiki. It was a weekday and still early yet, so it wasn't very busy, but it was very wandering tourist/pedestrian-friendly.

Then we saw it. Jack in the Box. At the time, Kauai had been Jack in the Box-less for a long, long time. I have no idea what John knew of Jack in the Box back then (I can't remember when Kauai's locations shut down), but I had fond memories. And when I had visited family in California, I always had a chance to rekindle my love affair with the fine purveyor of artery-clogging goodness.

It was clear. We were gonna have breakfast at Jack in the Box. Duh.

We wandered in, poring over the breakfast menu that was unfamiliar to us. There were a few other people in there, but we were in our own little brave new world. We placed our order, and waited.

I was probably talking too loudly, as usual. I wanted to appear cultured and worldly to John, and I was regaling him with stories of other rare fast food eateries. Jack in the Box was only one of the gluttonous delights we were denied back home on Kauai. I was telling him how in California, not only was I able to regularly enjoy Jack in the Box, but also this fabled little chain called Del Taco.

At that moment, the gentleman standing next to us at the counter butted into the conversation. He was a dude probably in his mid-30s, local, and possibly homeless. He was certainly slightly unhinged, as we were about to find out. He said, with no uncertain enthusiasm, "Oh yeah, man! I love Del Taco, too!"

Thinking back now, I suppose he was just joining in on the conversation because he was weird, but I remember at the time feeling like he was mocking me, like I was gushing too excitedly and noisily about something and he just had to step in and start ragging on me. And while it's not unheard of for a random stranger to join a conversation on Kauai or basically anywhere else, I still felt kind of uncomfortable because I was vaguely aware that things could be more dangerous in a big city.

Yep, small town kid for sure.

This dude certainly proved noisier than I ever could have been. He kept going on, "It's so much better than Taco Bell, or as I like to call it, TACO HELL!!!" The grin on his face indicated that he meant this as a joke, and an extremely funny and original joke at that. We nervously and politely chuckled.

I remember looking to the staff to see their reaction, which was one of indifference. Perhaps he was a regular that came in and behaved this way all the time, or perhaps they just weren't getting paid enough to deal with this shit. Couldn't blame them.

He asked us some questions, I can't remember what exactly, but somehow the topic of music came up and he suddenly asked, "Hey, do you guys like Linkin Park?!"

Maybe we looked like LP fans, or maybe he just really wanted to talk about Linkin Park. I think we muttered some sort of vague agreement, not wanting to push any buttons with this clearly unstable dude who was on a tear at seven o'clock in the morning at Jack in the Box.

"Oh, yeah? I like them too, but I don't know how that guy sings like that," he said. Then, without warning, he turned away from the counter, towards the dining area and screamed into an air mic, "CRAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLING IN MY SKIIIIIIN!!!"

When I say "scream," I'm not speaking hyperbolically. He put more energy into it than even Chester Bennington himself does in the real song. (His recent death is what inspired this story, because even thirteen years later whenever I think of Linkin Park all I can do is think back immediately to this morning spent in Jack in the Box.)

I think John and I both were pretty aware that we were fully on board the crazy train by now. Fortunately, the dude's attention had now shifted out towards the dining area. There was a Japanese family eating their breakfast, clearly tourists. As I recall, they were dressed in swimsuits, ready to hit the beach. Dad, mom, and a couple of small kids.

Who knew what was going through their mind as this guy started screaming loudly, but they could hardly expect that he would approach them and start talking to them in an over-the-top racist faux-Japanese accent. "OH, HERRO! GOOD MORNING!" he said, and they nodded nervously, hoping they weren't about to be murdered.

For some reason, he pulled out a $5 bill and proudly brandished it in their faces, pulling the bill taut a few times between his two hands for dramatic effect. "America quiz time! Do you know who this man is?!" he asked, waving the bill around the table. The family looked very confused. I have no idea if they understood in the slightest what was going on.

But after a moment of stunned silence, he made a buzzing sound. "Bzzt! WRONG! I guess you didn't know it's Mister Abraham Lincoln. Or probably as you would say it"—again he put on the heavy accent—"Abe-ra-ham RIN-con!" He laughed heartily at his own joke.

I wondered if this situation was going to get worse, like maybe he was not going to leave these poor tourists alone. Or maybe he would turn his attention back towards us. I had very little experience dealing with random crazies, I realized. Sheltered life.

But just as quickly as it started, it resolved. His order was ready, he grabbed the bag, and headed out the door, never to be seen again. John and I sat at a table and chowed down our breakfast, too bewildered by what had just happened to truly enjoy its goodness. We headed back to the hotel, checked out, and got back on a bus for UH.

The main reason for us coming to Oahu had not yet begun, but I had already learned something. Buying breakfast could be an adventure. So, this was what life was going to be like for the next four years.

[far-hall-bridge]

bedframes so expensive I looked up how to make one from scratch

[3d-dragon]

@ people who hate skyward sword

FUCKING FIGHT ME

[thegaitguys]

Too much extensor tone: The banana toe.

Too much extensor tone. We are often talking about the subtle balanced relationship of the long and short toe flexors and extensors. We often discuss that hammer toes are too much long flexor and short extensor tone (with too little in the short flexor and long extensor). Here we see the opposite. We see too much long extensor tone (note the upward banana-shaped orientation of the big toe). When this foot is on the ground, the pad and distal 1/2 of the big toe does not even touch the ground, standing or in gait. IF you look closely at the blown up pic, you can sort of see (sorry, should have taken more pics) the increased callus development in the contact area of the short flexor attachment (FHB, flexor hallucis brevis).

This relationship is the opposite of the above with hammer toes. Too much long extensor, too much short flexor, and not enough long flexor and short extensor. These clients need more homework for long flexor and short extensor. This is one of the reasons why we developed the exercise below in the youtube link.

[dramaphan]

Mom! I love you! I’m home until April so expect a decline in fhb rantings (except that on Friday he really seemed to be talking to me more) also remember how I sold nuts? I raised more money selling nuts than the whole school did with whatever Schmitty was doing.

I’m so proud of you and your nut business Snoko, an icon

[marvinyoung3483]

Podcast 271: Brian Pontolilo and Justin Fink Talk About Fine Homebuilding, Its Legacy, and Its Future

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[bookslight]

Thoughts on disabled representation in The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett

As a book written in 1911 I never expected The Secret Garden to have a well fleshed out disabled character but I chose to read it because it matched this months prompt as it does feature a disabled character and it’s been on my TBR pile forever. I loved the movie as a child. 

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

Colin Craven is the disabled character in the Secret Garden but his disability is always kept very vague. His father cannot bear to look at him and his servants do whatever he says so he has turned into a very sad, spoiled child, hidden away in a dark and gloomy room.  Mary (the protagonist) meets with Colin, she is bold enough (and unsympathetic enough) to contradict his negative thoughts putting positive ones in their place. This is one of the central principles of Christian Science.  Underlying this idea is the belief that nothing truly ails Colin's body—his disease is entirely a product of his mind.

When it comes to reading old books I always like to read a bit about the author, they often have really interesting gay lives . Frances Hodgson Burnett (FHB) was fascinated in Christian Science which comes out in her books. There are a lot of similarities between Mary’s character and FHB, with their bold personalities and imaginative nature. Colin Craven is similar to FHB’s ex husband Swan Burnett who was a shy, practical man of science, with a physical disability. He accidentally stabbed himself in the knee with a penknife as a child and it got infected, resulting in a permanent limp. Although FHB clearly cared for Swan the marriage did not last. Their personalities were not well suited, she left her children with Swan or paid companions for long periods of time as she traveled for business and pleasure. She traveled with men without a chaperone and it is likely that she had affairs with many. She bought homes in America, England, and Bermuda, and spent extravagant sums on the feminine fashions she adored. All this time Swan lived a quiet life focusing on medicine. Although he was faced with personal misery he was contented in himself and did not compare his success to his wife’s saying;

“No man can give another a sure receipt for success, because no 2 men ever achieve success in exactly the same way. . . . Always be yourself. Never be an imitation of someone else, and never strive for success by the apparently successful methods of another which are not in perfect harmony with that which is best and noblest in you. Better be a failure in the eyes of the world than a miserable disappointment to this best self.”   

FHB seems to miss this sentiment in writing The Secret Garden. In the end Colin is cured of his illness from positive thinking and his father embraces him. Implying that the only way Colin can find happiness is through being cured and that his illness is all in his head. As a person with an invisible chronic illness obviously this doesn’t sit well with me. Now I still think its a nice wee story but it doesn’t have very positive representation of disabled characters.

Swan Burnett was an interesting character and an esteemed ophthalmologist in his day and opened  the first eye and ear clinic in Washington, DC, and treated all who came there, including indigent and African American patients, which was unusual for the time. More about him can be read here.

It seems like I’ve been very negative of Frances Hodgson Burnette however she was also a fascinating person with a real rags to riches story.

I don’t know why I’ve written so much when I should be doing actual work but I love talking about books so if anyone has any other opinions and comments feel free to chat!

[palecollectorkoalathings-blog]

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