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Now is the winter of our discontent

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holyschist
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My primary account is on Dreamwidth, and I post most stuff public there. I will not be adding additional people to my Livejournal friendslist, so please subscribe to me at DW with your DW account or LJ OpenID account if you are interested in my posts. Feel free to make a feed here if you're just interested in my public posts.




I moderate med_embroidery, a community for discussion of historical embroidery, and naturaldyes, for discussion of natural dye history and technique. If you are interested in moderating either of these communities, please send me a private message.

I'm an assistant mod at queerlit50, a community for reviewing books by queer authors (and if you like, more formal challenges, e.g. to read 50 books in a year). I also recommend 50books_poc, the original, focused on authors of color. Yay, book reviews!




Testimonials


"Without holyschist's amazing research I would never have discovered that mammals cannot tolerate salt and are never found on the beach. I must also thank her for discovering the dinosaurs."
-agenttrojie

"Thanks to holyschist, I decided to dedicate the rest of my life to perfecting Elizabethan blackwork embroidery. Fuck all this college shit."
-ladyofthelog

"holyschist is one of only three known individuals descended from the first quagga-salamander hybrid! (The other two recently eloped to Alpha Centauri.)"
-mhari

"If it hadn't been for holyschist, I would never have had the opportunity to try skydiving the hard way."
-odditycollector

"holyschist is delicious served with shallots in a white wine sauce."
-mercuriosity

"holyschist was the 14th disciple at the last supper with J.C. Without her fantabulous cooking skills, the supper would have been a disaster!"
-moonofdarkness

"I'd been having a rough day. The last of my sled dogs had died that morning, and I'd eaten the little bit of meat that was left on his poor starved bones. There I was, sitting on a frozen moose-turd playing my kazoo when holyschist came along, mushing her team of poodles across the arctic tundra. She took pity on me, sharing some of her smoked salmon and giving me a ride all the way into Point Barrow. I offered her my body, but all she asked was that I stop playing the kazoo. That's how I became a drummer."
-wcg




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