(I named the laptop Gemma, and she's silver and sleek and pretty. ♥)
Today's topic comes from onthehill: Which member of 1D would you be for a week if you could?
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( An invitation to ramble about One Direction? Don't mind if I do! )
From the Quotation of the day mailing list, 2013-10-10:
life is hard for kids today
they have to program everything
dude, they have to use computers
just to sing
-- Christopher Ewen and Stephin Merritt, from their song Keep Your Children In A Coma, recorded by their band Future Bible Heroes.
(submitted to the mailing list by Terry Labach)
Ahem. Where does the time, etc.
It's been cold this week, down below freezing and quite windy. At least it's bright as well. I think I've been sleeping better. I'm dreaming consistently for the first time in years and years. It's not bad dreams at least. Just ... mildly disconcerting, in the clear(er) light of morning.
Too, I feel rusty. My fingers have forgotten how to speak.
Two weekends ago, uilos and the Belgians and I went out west to see some eagles.
I grew up on the east coast and in the South, so there was always something rare and magical about bald eagles. Then we moved out here and... they're still impressive, just not so rare. I mean, there's at least one nesting pair in Stanley Park that comes our way every so often. You know to look for them because all the seagulls and crows freak out in unison if they see an eagle. Kinda funny, really.
Anyway, so, bald eagles are mostly opportunistic scavengers. This is important because come autumn the rivers up here run pinkish with the
And I do mean every. We drove west along the Fraser for an hour and a half, to an old mill town at a place where another river joins it, and got in a boat with a bunch of people and rode upriver a bit. I expected to see maybe a couple dozen eagles.
Then I realised that all the white spots in the trees on the bank weren't tent caterpillars, they were eagle heads. Yow. Hundreds of them, quite literally. Not to mention the ones we saw cruising at altitude, or sitting on poles, or chowing down on some salmon. Yeah. That was an awful lot of eagles. Still impressive, though, even coming one or two at a time.
Last weekend uilos's medtech test results came back (negative), and I helped load the Belgians' worldly possessions into a UHaul. The test doesn't bear dwelling on. The move had the standard UHaul trick where they don't really understand the concept of a 'reservation,' so Dawn & Sebastiaan didn't get to leave on their drive to Calgary until several hours after they'd planned to. I'd been meaning to go and help another friend move but between the cold and the wet and the waiting around in both, I was exhausted, so I just went home instead.
A little while back, I was asked on twitter: if tech conferences are, for women, an experience that's dangerous at worst and uncomfortable at best, how do we go about fixing it?
This is rather a big question—basically akin to "how do we eliminate sexism in society?" Conferences are a microcosm of the larger world; they transmit most of its problems and amplify some to boot. That being said, I'm certainly happy to outline what I think some reasonable starting points for allies might be.( Read more... )
Because, I mean, SERIOUSLY.
We are 38 minutes in and mollyamory is sitting over there going "I just want to watch something nice and sweet, like Revenge."
This. Show. Is. MESSED UP.
I'm thinking here!
Oh, here's one. Spouse cleared out space for the Radon Exterminator to put in the Radon Exterminating Fan. So now we just need to email him or something. Yay, spouse!
And I put another load of laundry into the... wash? Dryer? I need to make sure it's gotten into the dryer.
And I picked up the kid from school, early because she was feeling blargy and pathetic. I made her finish some unfinished homework, so we could put it in the teacher's mailbox on the way out. (It was just drawing things that she'd already gotten the vocab-word definitions of, so I had been fairly "oh-well" about it not being done, late last night.)
And Baxter is still doing well, and gained a pound in... 2 weeks, because of Prednisone Appetite. The vet is now encouraging us to get him back to eating kidney diet food instead of treat. Baxter thinks we are trying to feed him pebbles, apparently, but as he has a bit of room to miss meals now, we can have that debate with him. (I wish the kidney diet smelled more intense, or something.)
( Still to do, with minor incrementing )
Where I am from, this is known as the "Dance of the Glittering Hindquarters."
( INwatch+Bookwatch )
( Dragons under fold )
Is there anything you'd like me to talk about?
Pick a date (or not?) and give me a topic. It can be anything from fandom-related to IRL to pizza preferences to whatever you want.
Could be brief or lengthy, depending on the topic and my state of mind. Standard right of veto on topics I don't feel comfortable about. Maybe I could take photos of things?
Topics: Life, fandom, work, cats, Australia, gardening, fic, music, cooking, crochet, or scan my tags/fic/tumblr.
ETA: Starting a list!
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I don't have one go-to quote, but here are three that I've used for various things at various times, that probably triangulate a hypothetical actual favorite.
Under certain circumstances, urgent circumstances, desperate circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer.
- Mark Twain, a Biography
"Good morning, Eeyore," said Pooh.
"Good morning, Pooh Bear," said Eeyore gloomily. "If it is a good morning," he said. "Which I doubt," said he.
"Why, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can't all, and some of us don't. That's all there is to it."
"Can't all what?" said Pooh, rubbing his nose.
"Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush."
"The advice being not "Dare to dream"-- Every young person dares to dream-frankly, it's all they do all day! But many bright young people, under their 'A' student masks, also harbor a secret passion. . . And the key to releasing that last exotic bird to flight is not "Dare to Dream," but, listen carefully, "Dare. . . to disappoint. . . your father."
-Sandra Tsing Loh
Today was a lot of tests and exams. I still have at least one more doc to go through. They might let me go home tnoight or tomorrow morning with pain meds and more anti-nausea stuff. Monday I come back for a colonoscopy. They said i did not have to hang out in the hospital just to wait for that! They look for colitis and other stuff. The gi doc will confer with the rheumatologist, is it related to immune stuff or not. If so, they probably give me lots of prednisone and I go back on Enbrel and see if that helps it.
If they aren't sure of that and if i'm still this bad by next week then I probably need to come back and have an exploratory laparotomy. like if something is stuck to that part of the start of my colon/small intestine/caecum, near the appendix it could be causing all this and they could ... i don't know... bust it loose. I did not think "adhesions" were something that could go on this scale as it has always been mentioned to me as something that may make your cramps vaguely worse and then they dismiss you as one of Those people with vague lady-parts problems.
When I'm awake, I'm fine! I'm just not awake as much as normal. It makes it hard to plan things, since it's very irregular.
My friends and I get the
( The medical stuff )
I'm actually pretty happy at the moment. So far this has been more frustrating than worrying, and now not having to try to fit my work schedule takes out a lot of the frustration. If the sleep study doesn't lead to answers, that may change, but I'm waiting til then to worry about that.
by Lassi Nummi (translated into English by Herbert Lomas)
So often leaving. Never there:
just about to arrive
gone, left behind, far off elsewhere
for the return, leaving
in the draught of dark on the icy sea
in the bright inside of a cloud
in the grey crush of a street
in a flash of time
let it canker your flesh.
It'll take you anyway.
When you're calm, open,
its image fits you. Its
tremor of extremest light,
of most distant darkness.
When you go to meet it. When
you let it root,
canker through you
a stabbing moment
you're implicated in it:
the prick of the root pierces your heart,
the vision of God. The universe.
(taken from Contemporary Finnish Poetry, an anthology edited by Herbert Lomas and published by Bloodaxe, that I bought for 50p from the Lit & Phil book sale)
Still, I was having plenty of fun freerunning this summer, and my weightlifting is going well so far this autumn (records set in the last fortnight: 80kg bench, 115kg squat, 130kg deadlift, 50kg shoulder press), so I'm trying not to worry about it too much. It did remind me that it's been a long time since I took some progress pics though, so I figured I'd do that today and see what's what. So here we go...
( Semi-naked photos, proceed at own risk... )
... I think my boobs have got bigger. :-p
More progress pics from October 2012
About a week ago I answered the door to someone who wanted access to my back garden to get to the communal TV aerial box. No, said I, it's not in my back garden - you access it from the patio of No.1 Elm Close (just round the corner, and the house that has the garden that backs on to mine). OK, said he, and a few minutes later I heard and saw him bring an extending ladder out of their back french windows and put it up against the wall; and he went up and did things to the box. It's up at eaves-level, actually on my side of the building, but tucked right in the corner.
This morning the doorbell went again. Another bod, wanting to access the 'aerial box' in my garden. There isn't one, I told him; round to 1 Elm Close, it's up on the wall... Oh, yes, there's one in every garden, he says gaily. Oh No There Isn't, I said; it's my back garden, and I should know.
This, by the way, is the 'new' TV aerial that was put up a few years ago, worked for three months and when I came back from holiday had stopped working entirely, and has never worked since. I'm still using the old connection...
From "Lessons of the Montreal Massacre: Why women must fight to be what they want" by Catherine Porter, 2009-12-05:
"At the time, I thought to be a feminist meant you had to be militant," says [Nathalie] Provost, who today is overworked and feeling skittish as the anniversary approaches. She was the young woman who, from her hospital bed a couple days later, urged Canadian girls to not be frightened by the event and to pursue engineering careers. She was also my introduction to feminism in life, not just theory. And to the concept that the personal is political.
"I realized many years later that in my life and actions, of course I was a feminist. I was a woman studying engineering and I held my head up."