January 24th, 2015

TARDIS at Giverny

DW Fic: Cooking With Gallifreyans

Title: Cooking With Gallifreyans
Author: [personal profile] kaffyr 
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: The Fourth Doctor, Romana II
Rating: PG
Words: 1,743
Edited by: dr_whuh/[personal profile] buckaroobob 
Summary: The Fourth Doctor learns that a kitchen can be comfortably small, that he can be a suitable sous chef with the right master chef in charge, and that he might actually like walnuts.
Author's Note: Written for [personal profile] kerravonsen  for the 2014 [community profile] fandom_stocking  effort. Written for kerravonsen for the 2014 fandom_stocking effort. She mentioned liking recipes, and it occurred to me that she might like to see how the Fourth Doctor and Romana would work together culinarily. If you squint, you might see a bit of romance.
Disclaimer: As always, the characters are the sole property of the BBC and their respective creators. I assert no copyright and take no coin, but am grateful that the BBC lets me play in its sandbox.


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Ice and the stars

Dept. of Beauty on Blades

Goodbye, Toller

It's been a tough week in terms of remarkable athletes, at least for me. Toller Cranston, who redefined male figure skating (hell, who redefined a lot of figure skating in general) in the 1970s and 1980s, has died at the age of 65, of an apparent heart attack in his adopted home of San Miguel, Mexico.

When I grew up in Canada, figure skating was very important; not as important, perhaps, as ice hockey, but definitely important. And I adored Cranston. He was an artistic virtuoso. Watch his short program below, and you won't see the stratospheric jumps common among male figure skaters today (jumps that were pioneered by other Canadian skaters like Kurt Browning and Elvis Stojko). What you will see is an elegant and seamless marriage of art and athleticism that has become a rarity in the field.

During his amateur career, it was obvious that judges either didn't know what to do with him, hated him, or hated the fact that they loved him. He never got to the top of heap, partly because of his style, and undoubtedly because of his caustic, snarkily humorous, and brutally honest observations about judges and, less often, other skaters - although he could also be supportive and kind to skaters.

It didn't matter. None of that mattered. He outshone all his detractors, even with the inconsistency that was his one bugaboo. (I don't consider his battles against the classic figures as a problem; he correctly said putting so much emphasis on figures was foolish, and that was one place the skating world eventually agreed with him.)

He was also a painter, whose works were displayed all over the world, and it was that art that sustained him after he left figure skating.

I once got the chance to interview him, as a reporter in Moncton. At the end of the interview, which was a joy, because he was, as always, a sparkling conversationalist, he gave me a small postcard with a piece of his art on it. I don't think I still have that, and I'm sorry it's disappeared in the decades since then.

There will never be another Toller Cranston, and the world is poorer for his absence.

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