I got to see a friend being ordained, and it was so moving and wonderful. I cried and I laughed and I smiled and I prayed. And accidentally played a crow-trick on her by getting my head shaved while I was killing time before the service. (Sorry not sorry.) There was a huge, full, gratuitously beautiful double rainbow outside, just as the service ended, and Juli was framed against it, wearing a lei, and listen I would buy that postcard. (Instead I bought a postcard of the organ in St. Mark's, which is very handsome! Also a postcard of the cathedral hiding behind CHUBBLIES.) I had never been to an Anglican service and I am a bit in love.
Me, buying postcard: Chubblies!!!
Me: *points at cherry blossoms*
Sisterofjuli: Is that what they call cherry trees in Canada?
Sisterofjuli: How interesting!
Me, ashamed: ...no, it's not what they call cherry trees in Canada.
BUT IT SHOULD BE, OBVS.
Well, cherry blossoms, anyway.
Me: What time-o-clock is it?
Sisterofjuli: Is that how they ask what time it is in Canada?
Sisterofjuli: How inte--
Me and Scruff: NO IT IS NOT
There is an eagle nest in one of the power towers along the highway from the border to the ferry! And it has adorable ginormous probably going to fledge soon eaglets in it right now and I saw one!
I tore a contact this morning.
This is less of a huge world-ending problem than it would have been the last time I wore contacts, because those were more or less eternal and cost several hundred bucks a pair. These are specifically designed to give out after a month, so I've got a bunch of them.
I just don't have them here, while I'm in the far north. (Not actually all that far, by one measure. Maybe fifty km north of the centre of British Columbia. Then again it's a twelve-hour drive to get here from Vancouver, so maybe it's just that BC is Way Too Big.) So I'm wearing my four-year-old glasses.
There's a mild but definite difference in my vision. Far-away things get fuzzier sooner than I expect them to. Not to mention the lack of peripheral vision, which I'd gotten to the point of taking for granted.
And I seem to be getting a headache. There's any number of environmental factors that could be causing that, but "minor change in vision prescription" seems to be the most likely culprit.
Might be time to start carrying a spare set of contacts with me when I travel.
(I've not gotten new glasses partly because they're expensive, and partly because I hate getting frames fitted to my face. It always involves several trips back to the optometrist and complaints of an earpiece that's rubbing weird right in front of my ear, or pushing into my skull behind my ear, or something like that.)
posted the first reply:
Who can tell? Look how arbitrary the QWERTY keyboard is, designed to slow typing down as much as possible so the first mechanical typewriters wouldn’t jam.
I can make a WAG that on a computer keyboard it would be put on Option-S (or Alt-S), which is a logical place for it. Which means that Microsoft would put it someplace else entirely. ;-p
Of courſe, that could eaſily create confuſion if uſers weren’t uſed to it. And that would really ſuck.
Oh, Lovely: The Tick That Gives People Meat Allergies Is Spreading
First comes the unscratchable itching, and the angry blossoming of hives. Then stomach cramping, and—for the unluckiest few—difficulty breathing, passing out, and even death. In the last decade and a half, thousands of previously protein-loving Americans have developed a dangerous allergy to meat. And they all have one thing in common: the lone star tick.
Red meat, you might be surprised to know, isn’t totally sugar-free. It contains a few protein-linked saccharides, including one called galactose-alpha-1,3-galactose, or alpha-gal, for short. More and more people are learning this the hard way, when they suddenly develop a life-threatening allergy to that pesky sugar molecule after a tick bite.
Yep, one bite from the lone star tick—which gets its name from the Texas-shaped splash of white on its back—is enough to reprogram your immune system to forever reject even the smallest nibble of perfectly crisped bacon. For years, physicians and researchers only reported the allergy in places the lone star tick calls home, namely the southeastern United States. But recently it’s started to spread. The newest hot spots? Duluth, Minnesota, Hanover, New Hampshire, and the eastern tip of Long Island, where at least 100 cases have been reported in the last year. Scientists are racing to trace its spread, to understand if the lone star tick is expanding into new territories, or if other species of ticks are now causing the allergy.
Life: I'm at this moment on my way to Contata. Grisly details: some leftover Delta points were surprisingly enough for a redeye to JFK. I could have brought a small instrument, like a uke, on Delta. But I'm not flying back on Delta. Somehow, I booked a return trip on Frontier. I don't think I knew what I was doing. On Frontier, a uke would count as a carryon. They charge for carryons. So, I have a daypack.
It's OK. I know there will be many kind people who will be happy to loan me an instrument if I ask.
I arrive at JFK at 6 AM. I estimate 2 hours to get to Morristown from there.
Finances: I probably have close to just barely enough cash on hand to cover my share of the hotel room. I'll need more if I'm going to have enough for things like transportation, food, spending money. I brought a few spare CDRs to peddle, plus (good news) I have over $200 in bids so far on ebay auctions that end Monday night. If people pay promptly (most do) I'll be fine. If not, well, I can use my Paypal card, and that should give me an extra day or two, by which time everything will be fine. Worst case scenario: next payday is a week from tomorrow.
Health: Everything seems OK.
Well, I'm almost at the airport now. Bye.
- plotting for Mrs. Hawking part 4
- outlining for Mrs. Hawking part 4
- drafted external quests for third and fourth faction for Susurrus
- had 1 request for Hood pilot
- 1 blog entry for Mrshawking.com
- 2 journal entries
- had 1 rehearsal for Murders at the Rue Morgue with PMRP
- organizing costuming for Murders at the Rue Morgue with PMRP
- put together costuming for forest elf photo shoot
- put together costuming for gender-swapped Crow photo shoot
- 1 two-mile runs
- 2 weight machine routines
- 2 fighter abs routine
- 1 one-mile run
- walked 10,000+ steps 3 days
- walked 15,000+ steps 1 day
- watched Orange is the New Black season 5
- listened to episode 114 of Tom and Lorenzo’s Pop Style Opinionfest
- made garden salad with smoked tuna
- made panko breaded chicken tenders with roast potatoes and squash
- made roast sirloin with pepper and squash farro salad
"Our important new character in Hawking part 4"
I am busily working away at my plan to have Mrs. Hawking part 4—tentatively titled Gilded Cages —ready to go into rehearsal by the end of the summer. That means all this month Bernie and I have been working on the outline for the story, as I like to get the structure and shape of it down before I actually start drafting.
As I’ve mentioned, one of the toughest parts of this piece is dealing with the presence of Victorian colonialism. It’s a major factor in this story, and I want exploring the issues that stem from it to have an important place in the story’s theme. Without revealing too much, I will say we’re including a character who is an indigenous resident of a colonized place in Asia. It is incumbent upon us to be as respectful as possible in that character’s portrayal. This is particularly challenging because we will be adding this character to an already established cast, where the protagonist is a white woman. Even under the best of circumstances, there is a very real danger of what I refer to as my theory of The Problem of the Protagonist— in short, where the centrality of your main character necessitates subordination of any other character’s story, which can result in those supporting roles’ marginalization or dehumanization.
Read the rest of the entry on Mrshawking.com!
So I've got about a thousand buttons that I have no obvious use for. They're generally in good condition and they're sorted by slogan.
I could just throw them out, but does anyone have any better ideas?
Would anyone like to pick up the buttons? I'm in South Philadelphia. Or I could mail them. I'm estimating the postage at $50 to $100, paid in advance. I'll come up with something more exact if anyone is interested.
*Removing "Free Hugs" was an error. I'll be putting it back in the trays.
So I'd drawn out some of the dosh for spending money, and have topped up my Amazon account with a bit; Paypal's not too bad at the moment, so that can wait. But today I went up to North Finchley( and bought stuff )
Only down point of the day, really, was that I found a mouse in one of the traps this morning. Obviously dead, so I had breakfast before disposing of it. I hope I'm not going to get another influx; it's been over a year since the last one that got in.
For want of me the world's course will not fail;
When all its work is done, the lie shall rot;
The truth is great and shall prevail,
When none cares whether it prevail or not."
-- Coventry Patmore (b. 1823-07-23, d. 1896-11-26), "Magna est Veritas", The Unknown Eros, 1877 [spotted in a tweet by @aristofontes]
1) What makes a good potty? The number of variations is overwhelming. We want something pretty simple, I think: looks like a toilet, no branded characters, doesn't play music, sits on the floor, is basically a bucket with a seat. In the more distant future we'll need one that folds up or goes over the toilet seat or something, for when we're on the road, but right now this is just for Kit to examine and contemplate and get used to the idea of.
2) Like most 18-month-olds, Kit is full of energy. Unlike most 18-month-olds, Kit can barely walk unassisted and can't run or jump. They've only just started climbing around on the most low-level playground equipment and are very uncertain; they can get up five steps to the top of the baby slide but haven't yet sorted out how to slide down it. When they can't burn off all that energy, they get very agitated and fussy. How do we help them get something like vigorous exercise on the weekends? So far my only idea is to take their walker wagon to the park so they can toddle along at a fairly fast clip for longer distances than our apartment allows—there's a good smoothly paved straightaway there—but that's a pain because the sidewalk between here and there is very uneven and narrow, so I'd have to figure out some way to carry the (heavy, bulky, non-folding) wagon while pushing Kit in the stroller, and that may surpass my own physical limitations. Maybe a lightweight folding medical-style walker? Is that a ridiculous expense for a kid who probably won't need it anymore by the end of the summer? And what do we do when it's not park weather? The nearest real play space for kids is the Brooklyn Children's Museum and it's kind of a haul from here—two buses, and you have to fold the stroller on the bus. They can only crawl around our apartment for so long.
EDIT: We did have a great dance party to the B-52s on Sunday—their pure sincerity is a perfect match for toddler sincerity, plus a good beat—so I should remember that's an option for indoor days. Friends on Twitter and elsewhere also suggested walking while holding Kit's hands/arms; playing follow-the-leader movement games ("Stretch WAAAAAY up high! Now bend WAAAAAY down low!") or doing movement to songs; setting up a tumbling mat and big foam blocks to climb on if we can get some that fit Kit's room (need to measure the open floor space); getting a cheap flimsy lightweight doll stroller to use as a walker in the park.
I'd really appreciate any suggestions on either or both fronts!