— Thinking. Maybe a little, maybe a lot.
— Planning and / or researching.
— Sending things to the beta.
— Relaxing, taking a break, etc.
— Other stuff-ing. Look at the comment.
And a good question for the day: Ever plan out a solid writing day in advance, only to have everything possible go wrong when the day actually arrives?
Currently reading: Ninefox Gambit by Yoon Ha Lee. Partly because it's Hugo nominated, and partly because jack was excited to talk about it so I've borrowed his copy. I'm halfway through and enjoying it a lot; it's a bit like a somewhat grimmer version of Leckie's Ancillary books. It has too much gory detail of war and torture for my preferences but it's also a really engaging story.
Up next: Quite possibly Too Like the Lightning by Ada Palmer, since I'd like to read at least the Hugo novels in time for Worldcon.
On BBC iPlayer, history broadcaster Dan Snow takes a look at Liberal Prime Minister from 1916-1922, David Lloyd George, who was his great-great-grandfather.
It’s an excellent documentary, drawing on photos and footage from the era of Lloyd George’s life, as well as commentary from a team of excellent historians and biographers.
The programme presents all aspects of Lloyd George: his undoubted charisma, his remarkable energy and drive, his unorthodox private life and corruption. Biographer Roy Hattersley credits Lloyd George with the most achievements in the shortest amount of time of any British politician, referring to his tenure as Chancellor of the Exchequer from 1908 to 1915.
All in all, it is a very accessible, if a little “Who do you think you are” in places. programme. You can see it here for the next 22 days.
* Paul Walter is a Liberal Democrat activist. He is a councillor and one of the Liberal Democrat Voice team. He blogs at Liberal Burblings.
But it's using phones ringing and ringing to indicate the level of chaos, so I just missed a phone call because it took me a few rings to notice it wasn't on CD.
It's always ages between calls on my landline anyway, it's always a bit of a surprise.
And they didn't leave a message.
Still, onwards to next disc of Torchwood...
Hoping this makes someone else's day as much as it made mine.
(entire album here: https://loscarniceros.bandcamp.com/
If you need your day made in Québécois French instead, here's a different brainy punk/psychobilly band (The Brains, appropriately enough, and they can make your day in English and North American Spanish too): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=
NB do not try to make your day with French-French punk, it works very poorly.
The complete book of Papercrafts;
Papercraft of the World;
Papercrafts and Origami;
Making & Decorating Your Own Paper;
Greeting Cards from A to Z;
Nature crafts with a Microwave;
Natural crafts from America's backyards;
The weekend crafter series: Gourd crafts;
It's a Snap!;
Folk Art Gifts;
The Scrap Craft project book;
Patchwork Puzzle Balls;
Napkin decoupage: simple, clever, effective;
More crafts for fun;
The button make;
Collage and Assemblage;
Art from found materials;
Pack 'n' go puzzles in plastic canvas;
Darling dowel dolls;
Year round welcome in plastic canvas;
Quick & Easy Scrap Projects;
More about Decoupage;
Masterpices in paper;
Travel Totes & Bags;
Herb & Spice Decorations (two copies);
but everything I came up with was technically just side effects of being neurotypical, able bodied, and physically healthy.
Ability to interpret emotional states by simple observation!
Ability to digest all human foods without ill effect!
Ability to go anywhere, even parks and gardens, and handle anything, even cats, without any ill effects!
Going up and down stairs of any angle!
Crossing the road even when cars might be around!
... I'm just saying, a fuck of a lot looks like superpowers from here.
Which is basically why I like F&SF and superheroes and so forth: the character point gap between a regular person and these super types gives them roughly the experience of feeling disabled, except the whole world is set up for them, and the story is designed to value their contribution equally, even if it does not involve shooting lasers out of their eyes.
It looks like, "synecdoche" means using a part to represent the whole, eg. "how many heads" in a herd of cattle, or "how many bums" in a theatre, or "nice wheels" referring to a whole car. But is also used for the reverse, using a whole to represent a part, eg. "what does Brussels think" referring to the European parliament.
I couldn't tell why the second meaning was included, but secondarily, if the first meaning came first, and then people started using it both ways round, or something else. Nor if only the first meaning is "correct" and the second is a mistake, or if both are equally accepted.
Apparently "metonymy" means "using a closely related concept to represent a thing". Eg. using "suits" for "lawyers" or "businesspeople", or "the pen is mightier than the sword" to mean "the written word is mightier than force of arms".
So the real difference between "synecdoche" and "metonymy" is different history and connotations, which I don't really understand. But in terms of literal meaning, the only difference is "using a part to represent the whole" vs "using one concept to represent another".
But, obviously, human pattern matching means if you mostly use synecdoche in the "part for a whole" sense, then the most common use of metonymy is "whole for a part", even if it could be used for other things.
Can anyone fill in the gaps here?
My poor husband doesn’t get a lot in the way of post. It tends to be bills, or adverts for stair lifts or begging letters from the Liberal Democrats.
The latter do not please him so I tend to intercept them so he doesn’t see them. He is of the not entirely unjustified opinion that his household has more than enough disruption because of his wife’s involvement in the party that they don’t need his money as well. The begging letters, 3 issues of Ad Lib a year and an absent wife sum up his membership experience. That and every five years, he stands in a ward of our Council that he has huge affection for because he worked there three decades ago.
So, yesterday, the postman left a strange looking cream envelope addressed to him with no indication of where it came from. I was fairly certain it wasn’t a begging letter from the Liberal Democrats so I gave it to him to open.
In fact, it was a very nice letter from Tim Farron thanking him for being a candidate in the local elections and commiserating with him for not being elected.
He was seriously chuffed to get it.
So, whoever in Great George Street thought this one up, well done. Take a bow.
I think that the People directorate in LDHQ are really starting to do some exciting and thoughtful stuff to make sure that members feel included and appreciated.
* Caron Lindsay is Editor of Liberal Democrat Voice and blogs at Caron's Musings
2. I got another chapter of manga finished up tonight. I have several chapters out for typesetting, so hopefully one of those will be ready to post soon.
3. Last night and tonight I got in a lot of cuddling with Molly. She often comes up on my desk for pettings, but sometimes finds it hard to calm down and just get petted, but both nights she lay down on my desk and I was able to cuddle her as I petted and gave her lots of tummy scritchings too.
A pretty good rendition of what happens when a night at the opera goes south, and a pretty good, claustrophobic sf/horror movie.
I know at lrast one person reading here might be interested.
Portland wants desperately to be a city of art and craft, of good food and progressive politics, hip and clever, full of small businesses and neighborhoods that are still full of neighbors, a beautiful city full of art and nature. And it is those things! It is also a city shaped by racism and gentrification, a city that wants artists but where artists can barely afford to live, and a city that fails to live up to its ideals.
Portlandia has been on the city’s seal since 1878. A tall woman bearing a trident, she looks out over the Willamette River and her valley. She is described as the Queen of Commerce and a star shines over her head. I was first drawn to her because of this; I saw her as a relative of my goddess Mara. New to the city and job-hunting, I made offerings that we might find work. Ultimately we ended up in a suburb outside of Portlandia’s domain, but I kept circling back to her and to the city itself.
A bit over thirty years ago, Portland installed a large (second only to the Statue of Liberty) copper statue of Portlandia above the entrance to the then-new Portland building. This depiction of Portlandia does not tower over the river valley, but instead she crouches down, holding her trident out to one side and reaching out to the city inhabitants below. There is an amazing amount of emotion in her face and body, and it was this statue that helped me make that connection with her.
She is the city, and like the city, she wants to be better. She wants to make things better for her inhabitants. She reaches out to help. She offers a hand up. I have gone to her for help finding work and for help finding housing.
I’ve never seen her work alone; it’s always in concert with other local spirits when I get results. I call her with the rivers, with the bridges, with the city ancestors, and with the spirits of smaller parts of the city. The offerings she seems to like best are public praise (Portland is a little bit self-obsessed), taking care of the homeless, and taking care of the city itself. Supporting local artists, local presses and local businesses is good, too. When you can, battle gentrification and racism, and hold the city government accountable.
Do your part to take care of Portland and Portlandia will do her part to take care of you as well.
This post was inspired by Sara Mastros’s American Gods Project; there’s plenty of good stuff worth reading over there.
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They certainly get to brawling fast, don't they? I get that the row and the ruckus has to start somehow, and that they're all a little into their cups by now, and Biddy sure is a buzzkill... but even so. I wonder if we're missing some important backstory here.
Science Says: Whale of a mystery solved? How they got so big
Why the Venus de Milo Has Extra-Long Second Toes
Capybara Loves All The Animals On Her Farm
Study shows snakes, thought to be solitary eaters, coordinate hunts
Gorgeous Artwork Shows Kids With Their Superhero Shadows and Will Warm Your Frozen Heart
Welsh Farmer Accidentally Creates World's Hottest Chili
How Women Mentors Make a Difference in Engineering (Relevant link to LJ)
How New York City Is Rediscovering Its Maritime Spirit
Migrants sweep their way to integration in rubbish-strewn Rome
Wolves need space to roam to control expanding coyote populations
Nevertheless, He Persisted: Tales of Masculine Perseverance
Why we have more and more days without frost
Animals still in cages a year after Buenos Aires zoo closure
In the aftermath of disaster, Haitians ask what makes a city.
Why A Surgeon Taught A Non-Doctor To Do Brain Surgery
Without ID, Homeless Trapped in Vicious Cycle
Covering Standing Rock
The 'Muslim World' Does Not Exist
In Some Rural Counties, Hunger Is Rising, But Food Donations Aren't
Cocaine Is Destroying Forests in Central America
Kurdish independence in Iraq likely 'not if but when': U.S. general
The Deportation Fears of Immigrants With Disabled Children
Federal Agents Are Now Using ‘Stingrays’ to Track and Capture Undocumented Immigrants
The Disappearing Data Project
Dubious arrests, damaged lives: How shelters criminalize hundreds of children
Police Forces Are Sending A Message To Black Suburban Residents: You’re Not Wanted
They Outnumber Refugees But Don't Often Make Headlines
The Scramble for Post-ISIS Syria Has Officially Begun
20 million people are starving and the media only cares about Trump, says UN
The story of a decades-long lead-poisoning lawsuit in New Orleans illustrates how the toxin destroys black families and communities alike.
Yesterday, my book about primulas (Plant-Lover's Guide to Primulas) arrived, so I was dipping into that before bedtime instead. It's got lots of pictures in it and should, I think, be useful. I don't know if I'll wind up reading it cover to cover, but at the moment I suppose I'm just trying to learn something. I now have EVEN MORE of an ambition of covering up the whole garden with prims! Well, not really, because I don't think Husband would let me, but I do have a number of vague ideas for where some could go and some confidence in eventually moving and adding to some of the ones I've already got. Gotta look for that dappled shade! (Can't believe I just wrote that. I've got ten thumbs and none of them green. Halp!)
I went to see my psych last week for a followup on the new/old meds and said, "I feel like I have my brain back, but I don't much like the brain I got back." In particular I'm having trouble with executive dysfunction and a lot of hyperfocusing.
I told the psych this and she looked at me, fidgeting in her office chair, and said, "have you ever considered that you might have ADHD?"
As it happens I have been pondering that very thing of late. But it's notable that I am 37 years old and she is the FIRST medical professional ever to suggest this diagnosis to me. See also: ADHD presenting very differently in women than in men.
Since I'm still having trouble sleeping without taking low-dose seroquel, we're going to focus on trying to sort that out first, but when I see her again in August we're going to discuss the possibility of going on something for ADHD.
This, by the way, would make all three of us upstairs both bipolar and ADHD. We're all medicated for at least one of those diagnosis but still, there's a reason our household is sometimes, um, volatile. Add in our various physical ailments and Rayne's PTSD and it's a wonder we're functioning at all.
To a certain extent this is part of why I'm poly. I need to have and be part of a support structure not just an individual partner. I think in pairs none of our relationships would be workable, but together we balance each other out quite nicely.
The really awful thing I can't talk about is possibly less awful than it was when I made my last post. Still awful, but no longer horrifyingly impressively awful. This has taken a lot of weight off our household.
I had a shrink appointment today and she said, "have you ever considered grad school?" The answer to which is a somewhat complicated yes. When I was in undergrad I always assumed I would go on to get my masters, probably in Intercultural Communications, but then I fucked up my last semester of university and that kind of crashed and burned. Currently, we're not in a financial/family place where me going to grad school would make sense, but yes, the possibility has entered my mind again.
We leave for Wiscon in the morning, and I am not actually packed, because reasons, so I should probably stop talking about stuff and sort through my clothes and figure out what I'm taking.
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 16 of ?
word count (story only): 1063
:: This story takes place the same day as “Insurance Salesmen,” picking up as Edwina arrives at work. This story will begin to make obvious and plot-critical connections between the earlier stories. I currently expect to wrap everything up within a total of twenty parts, around 25k words. ::
:: Pay Special Attention: Warnings will be listed by chapter, with the proper spoiler-cover on the index page and listing all necessary warnings. In this chapter, there is mention of injury to a child (the injury is perceived to be more serious than it is). Also, this is a promise from the author of a happy ending, because the plot is not about a missing shoe. ::
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to the Voices of the Engines index
on to part seventeen
When the driver helped Mister Williams out of the carriage, it was Robertson who tucked himself under the man's arm and suggested he lift his knee instead of his heel. “Sports injuries can be made much worse by walking on them,” he explained softly. “Our coach taught us how to help each other off the field.”
“Edwina.” Mister Williams nodded toward the door. “Knock, but if you don't recognize the person who answers, or you think that something is… not right, pretend we are only stopping here to ask for directions.”
“Yessir,” she agreed, then raced across the lawn. Her skirts flung themselves about like autumn leaves, offering glimpses of the lace-trimmed petticoats beneath. She knocked hard at the door, grateful for the gloves covering her hands.
When the latch clicked, she stepped back.
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Irish coming-of-age film about the friendship of the lit nerd and the rugby star at a boys' boarding school. this had good reviews but I was wary because it was likened to Sing Street and I didn’t get very far with that one. (Sing Street had this kind of misery porn going on that I couldn't stand long enough to get to the music.) anyhoo, great framing device of an essay about "your most embarrassing moment" and a notable absence of romance. and women, really, but it's the one setting where that made perfect sense. delightfully funny, a light touch with the cringe, and a sweet message. it shows again, worth seeing.
My family (completely fictitious, not my actual family) was vacationing with another family (equally fictitious; I've never seen any of these people) in a vacation cottage in the mountains. The stay was uneventful, peaceful and quiet. One of the young male cousins in the other family had brought his girlfriend, Ariana Grande. She was polite and charming and gracious and funny. And happy.
In my dream yesterday morning, she got to be happy.
I tried using the specified size crochet hook with the specified yarn (#4 worsted yarn with an I 5.5mm) hook. I crocheted normally for me and everything was way too freaking big. Okay, let's try crocheting as tight as I can get and still get the hook through the stitches. Still too big, damn it! Next, I tried a size smaller hook (size H at 5.0mm) and crocheted slightly tighter than I normally would. Okay, that got the row height fine, but the stitch count had far too may stitches. *pounds head into wall repeatedly* So, I tried a weird combination of slightly tighter and downright loose: tighter on the base loops of the double crochet and very loose on the last loop on the hook. That did it! FREAKING FINALLY! 8-P~~~~~
Okay, so for future reference, a question for those who crochet: is it usual to have such weird issues with gauge, or is it really just my crocheting? The pattern requires a gauge of 8 rows of double crochet with 13 stitches in 4" of double crochet using #4 worsted yarn (yes, I made the swatch with an extra row/stitch at each side of the square and only measured the stitches in the center).
Now that I've got a rough idea of how this is supposed to go, I can at least be ready to get started when my yarn finally gets here (hopefully on Saturday). And, yes, I will most definitely make another swatch with the actual yarn I'm going to use before I start my cardigan. No way in Hells am I going to spend that amount of time and money only to have it not fit.
Per his request, the Med Student will be known as the Intern for the next year. Then he'll be known as the Resident for three years. After that, we'll go with the Fellow for a year...and maybe, if I'm still stupid enough to be blogging in 5 years, he'll be the Doctor.
Did you follow? The Med Student --> the Intern.
Now he's fancy.
It was hot by the time we got on the road--88 degrees, portending an even hotter day. It was ok, because we knew there was a pool waiting for us in Murphys. We got to the rail museum just in time to participate in the roundhouse tour that was starting at 11:30.
The roundhouse was awesome. Not just the engines, but all the tools and pieces of iron lying around. I will post more of it later. Interestingly, I took more pictures in the roundhouse than I did in Yosemite.
This stuff fascinates me to no end. The roundhouse has a blacksmith shop with all sorts of hand-forged tools they have used on the trains, and still do. I am sure at least two of you share this fascination. More pictures in the coming days.
Laura, the docent who guided us on the tour through the roundhouse. I have gotten out of the habit of photographing random people, but the light was so good here I couldn't resist. I will see if I can send this to her.
Poppies and rust.
After the museum we headed to Murphys and checked into the hotel. We had a nice nap and got up to take a swim in the pool. After that we waked into the town and were completely charmed by it. There are a lot of wineries around here, and a lot of them have tasting rooms in town. They were all closed, but we made plans for another day. We had a lovely dinner at an open-air restaurant, and met a guy who drills wells. When he was a boy, he had a goat named Hortense, who won a ribbon at the county fair. There is a whole other story about this guy.
Toilet heaven, Murphys, Ca.
I'm not a small woman to begin with, I'm 5'9", and I did and still do construction, so 150 was kind of frightening. The only time I'd ever hit that weight since my late 20's was also during my moderatorship, when I'd gone four months on extreme stress and got to the point where I came down with vertigo before I could actually stop and rest for a week. I regained my weight fairly quickly with actual sleep and food.
I did that again.
Within two weeks of quitting competitive, where I was cooking again, lifting again, and went from doing about 3000 steps on average per day to doing about 7500 a day now, I got back up to 155. Now I'm at 158 and steady with the usual daily fluctuations as I had been before all these adventures. The interesting thing is that even with the weight gain, I still fit into my skinny clothes, so I suspect that a lot of the weight regaining was mostly muscle mass that had atrophied when I wasn't moving around all that much and forgetting to eat. I went from getting breathless just going for a walk to being able to do my usual three mile walk easily.
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