Alix Hui

@alixhui.bsky.social

Historian of science, environment, sound, and silence. Raising small kids through covid. Pie hobbyist. The Johnny Appleseed of googly-eyes.

When I wrote in my book proposal to a press that I could have the complete manuscript of my monograph to them within a week, I didn't mean THIS WEEK.

Been trying to solve solvable problems lately. Today, because my basket was full of the rest of my boulangerie and market haul, I found a way for my beautiful fractal crucifer to get home safe and sound. Also, CRS lined up in the cold drizzle on my street, so I shot them long dirty looks.

Photograph of a child seat on the back of a big parked on a French street. In the seat is an up-turned strawberry helmet and cradled in the helmet is a brilliant fuchsia romanesco chou, all buckled in for safety!

The youth protests in France that began over poor learning conditions in schools are now being met by police brutality. This is a clear demonstration (in every sense of that word) of the massive shift in state resources to policing & surveillance rather than public goods like education.

Stephanie Lamy@stephlamy.bsky.social · 6d ago

Protests have been met with unprecedented police brutality & mass detention: 1,949 on the 1st October, 90% minors. This exceeds daily arrest peaks during May 1968, Yellow Vests & 2005 & 2023. 215 injured kids. 15-year-old lost a hand; another an eye to a and another suffered a fractured jaw.

Day 3 of lycée student protests on my street: Have spent the morning with the windows shut tight against tear gas and smoke, slowly working through an interviewer’s questions about my Safe Place for Science fellowship.

If I owed you an email today, I didn't send it because I spent the morning (a) flooding my apartment and (b) fixing the clothes washer. Accomplishment net zero? (I found the main shutoff valve before the floodwaters made it out of the kitchen to the wood floors)Ph

Photograph of the side of a small French clothes washer with the panel removed. The belt that turns the wheel that turns the drum so that clothes are actually agitated rather than just sitting in soapy water for three hours has been reattached. Other than flooding the laundry room, I'm very proud of myself.

Me: Hey, kids, there's an organ festival coming up. I thought maybe we'd be interested in going? My kids (one's eyes narrowing, the others' widening): WHICH organ?

This Day in Labor History: September 13, 1990. The mostly Black workforce at Delta Pride Catfish in Indianola, Mississippi walked off the job in revolt over the working conditions they faced. Let's talk about this key moment of civil rights unionism against a racist employer!

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There's lots to love about the public transit in Toulouse but my favorite thing is that each metro car has a padded butt rail to lean on, aloofly. I've never been so cool on a commute. Also, there's unsettling art in the stations!

A photograph of a large (like, 20 feet high) cement mushroom-like tree on the metro platform at Mirail-Univeristé station in Toulouse. On the floor and in the background is grey and white tile and paneling.

Have been talked out of starting every sentence of this article manuscript review with “however” to drive home my point that overusing it weakens one’s writing.

Today has been a lot of stupid bureaucratic hurdles and webforms requiring resets and nothing just being straightforward and easy. I throw in the towel on productivity and pull out the whole-grain rice mix thingy for an easy dinner base. Only to discover the cooking instructions are in Flemish.

With each demented “coo,” the soundmark of the wood pigeon is increasingly decoupled from my memories of Berlin, and putting down auditory roots here in Toulouse.

I love the "behavioral advices" that accompany our current "orange awareness" weather: 1) I'm moving away from trees & waterways 2) I take shelter in a solid building 3) I stay informed 4) I protect property exposed to wind or which may be flooded 5) I avoid to use my phone & electrical devices...

Today I caught a coke bottle midair as it tumbled off a waiter's tray while he was serving us. He looked me in the eyes and said something like "Je m'en souviendrai pour toujours." I might be falling in love with Toulouse.

A few years ago, one of the TSA guys at our little airport said I always walked up to his perch like I owned the place. I guess I have an city stride, swing my arms vigorously, and am often spaced out, which probably comes across as aloof. My step matches whatever music I’m listening to. 1/5

A panoramic photograph of a lush, wooded area with a small canal on the left, a cobbled path curving through the middle, and tall trees and bushes and a small waterfall on the right. An unexpected woodland glade in the middle of France's third largest city.