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Edit: Hat tip to the Bujold Dreamwidth (and probably livejournal) community: Georgette Heyer books on sale at Amazon, B&N, and iBooks for $2.99! At least, in the US.
Eating straw wrappers seems to correlate with my mood being slightly better? Maybe? Dunno?
Still hugely sleepy. Maybe I'm fighting off a bug. -_-
More good thoughts for friends, please. And for the state of medical research.
f___ says, “This show is /so good/. And because life and socialization are as they are, I feel bad about saying that, because I do not want to create hype overload and thus make people disappointed in a good show becuase it wasn't as good as they'd been led to believe.”
f___ says, “But, damn, this show.”
--I think this is about Black Sails?
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The same principle behind this leads to this and this.
I told you so. I have been saying and saying that when a society starts pulling down statues, it tends to mushroom, because people get it in their heads they can destroy all the art they dislike. Sure it's tempting. Everybody loves to pull down something they hate and stomp on it. That's very gratifying. But it's a bad idea because it destroys the past and then nobody has nice things for a long time. It also sucks when other people pull down stuff that YOU like just because THEY don't, and there is probably not one piece of art on the planet which is liked by everyone.
Seriously, people, stop doing this shit. Unpopular art can be moved to a place where it won't annoy folks, but destroying it is counter-civilization.
Me: NINE HOURS OF SLEEP, STEAMY SHOWER WITH PINE AND MINT ESSENCE, NASAL RINSE, SALT-WATER GARGLE, ANTIHISTAMINE NASAL SPRAY, STEROID NASAL SPRAY, CLARITIN, AGGRESSIVE TOOTHBRUSHING
My body: —look, forget i said anything, okay?
I refuse to get sick. REFUSE. R E F U S E. J has had a horrid cough for a week and is on antibiotics and prednisone (when they prescribe prednisone to the guy with insomnia, you know it's bad), X is wrapping up a course of antibiotics for a throat infection, and J had to do that for his own throat infection last month. So far I've been fighting off all the respiratory bugs Kit brings home from daycare, but I don't take my ability to do that for granted. And I can't take most antibiotics without serious mood effects because apparently I depend on my gut flora for emotional management, so I have to be extremely diligent about my preventive care.
I'm going to go have spicy curry for lunch and drink some ginger honey tea. Fuck off, germs.
In spring, the strappy green leaves
emerge from the fertile earth
but bring no blossoms.
The leaves turn yellow,
then brown, and fade away.
In summer, surprise!
A sudden resurrection
out of the dry bare ground
raises flower stalks like magic,
pink lilies spreading themselves
in the sun like naked ladies.
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Lycoris is a type of lily with many different names including resurrection lily, surprise lily, and naked ladies. Both my parents and I have these, and they're beautiful flowers.
In reality I was only able to go for the long weekend. I spent an eye-watering amount of money on a trip that didn't quite work for me, between flights, accommodation, Worldcon membership (when I actually only ended up attending for half a day), and just general living expenses in a not very well planned trip to an expensive city. It feels churlish to complain about being in a position to spend a bit too much on a less than perfect trip, and in many ways it was good, just not quite what I'd hoped for.
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Like. At eighteen, it was so important to have answers and labels and direction, and now all my labels are "ehhhhhh" and I have more questions than answers, and this feels like a good thing.
I was waiting to see the Radiation Oncologist.
I kept working on it on Tuesday,
in a waiting room,
while waiting to see the ENT Surgeon.
And then I finished it on Wednesday,
in another hospital waiting room,
while waiting to see the base of skull Neurosurgeon.
All ballpoint pen.
World Harvest keeps improving their stock of tea and spices. \o/ Regrettably the cumin and ginger bottles don't fit in our spice rack. >_< But I found some other stuff I haven't seen in a while so I'm happy. Also the food selection on the Strawberry Fields side is improving. The beef pie is a tasty little thing.
My partner Doug and I tried the gansito split at El Oasis. Gansito is a Mexican junk food similar to a chocolate-covered twinkie. I imagine it would be awful by itself, but is quite good with ice cream, either mixed in or like this, split with several scoops of ice cream in between. Chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla topped with whipped cream, nuts, and a cherry. <3
Barnes & Noble continues to grow more annoying. Twice I had someone stop and ask if I needed help finding anything. Well no, you already broke the bookstore, so you can't fix that. I need to browse by looking at a batch of similar things arranged by topic. Now that you have dispersed the new books among the old books, this is impossible, unless you want to go hand-sort the new ones for me. The cookbooks are splodged together, some by topic, others by author or title. So instead of having all the special diet books together, organized by name of their theme, which would be easy to browse, they're all scattered over a couple of bookcases. Someone actually asked me if I knew the titles I wanted. Well if I knew the titles, I'd be able to find them myself! It was yet another damning example of how the store is catering not to bookworms, but to people who don't usually go into bookstores. I guess they've been hyping electronics often enough that they're getting a lot of traffic that can't even find a help desk. 0_o It's gotten to where just being asked is an irritant, another reminder that I'm no longer their target audience. Jesus, lady, I was helping shelve library books when I was four. >_< I did find a couple of books to buy, but it's not fun like it used to be. Bah.
At Wal-Mart I found a new pair of shorts. Things that make me ridiculously happy: garments made of that silky, ventilated fabric that's almost never used on girl clothes, only guy clothes. These shorts are lined and have contrasting trim around the edges. I first got gray with pink trim to go with some tie-dye shirts I bought. Then I got the turquoise with white and tonight the black with white. I wanted the cobalt blue, but so far everyone's been out of that in my size. I'd be happier if these had pockets, but I like the fabric enough to tolerate the lack. They're really comfortable and really, really genderfucking awesome. :D
Tomorrow the washing machine comes.
Today, I belatedly ordered spouse's anniversary gift. I told him this. He went, "But I didn't get you anything." I told him the washer could count. He said that sounded like something that should get him in trouble instead. OTOH, not having to go to the laundromat is certainly a win...
Plus all his clothes are permanent-press, and transporting those -- they have to hang to get the folds right -- would be pretty tricky or impossible to do from the laundromat. (Which made me realize that permanent-press is a status marker along the lines of "owns house and washer/dryer." The next status marker up is "send everything out to be dry-cleaned," I suspect? Which then removes the need for house and washer/dryer, probably due to living in a studio apartment downtown that costs eleventy zillion a month and has a spectacular view and white chairs...)
Portuguese version of Legend of the Morning Star should be up on the Zon now. And now I can fix... the copyright date. *headdesk*
(Please continue good thoughts for my friend who dearly, dearly needs them.)
M__ needs to rant about Secret Empire again.
M__ thought he purged all the toxin. But then comics this week came out.
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M__: Wow, I'm glad Secret Empire can't get worse...
Marvel: HOLD MY BEER!
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My favorites include Maya Angelou, Robert Hayden, Alice Walker, Langston Hughes, and Phillis Wheatley.
If you want to poke a bigot in the eye, you can go shopping for things made by black writers or crafters, or you can buy multicultural-themed material from any author. I've got a fluffy family dinner with multiple ethnicities in "Dinner at Donnie's" ($171) in Danso and Family.
And they signed love back.
Kit: [earnestly signing love at the camera]
My baby told me they love me. I'll just be here in a little melted puddle forever.
Like many of us, I’ve been struggling to process what happened in Charlottesville over the weekend, and what’s been happening in this country for a while now. The racism and hatred and violence didn’t magically appear out of nowhere. It’s been building up for a long time…in fact, much of it has always been there. It’s just boiling over into the open right now, making it harder (but obviously not impossible) to look away and pretend it’s not happening.
Part of the argument I’ve seen centers around free speech and the First Amendment. Free speech is a right, an important one, and rights apply to everyone. Even people you dislike and disagree with.
But freedom of speech in this country is not and has never been limitless. From the U.S. Federal Courts, here are a few examples of actions not legally protected by freedom of speech:
- Students making an obscene speech at a school-sponsored event.
- Making/distributing obscene materials.
- Inciting actions that would harm others (e.g., Shouting “fire” in a crowded theater.)
Now, here are some of the “alt-right” protesters who gathered in Charlottesville.
Mirrored from Jim C. Hines.
My immediate family are largely good people who generally behave with kindness to all, and abhor the concepts of white supremacy and fascism like any decent person.
My aunts on my father's side are pretty awesome. Hippie Uncle is great, and Woodworking Uncle has good intentions and maybe a few distortions due to assorted experiences of privilege, but he does not appear to go out of his way to fuck other people over.
My aunt-by-marriage scares me. She's a doctor, and things she has said about transgender people, and gender in general, make me feel unsafe around her.
My uncle who is married to that aunt has good intentions, but does not appear to be in a position to temper his wife's attitudes.
"Racist Cousin Anna" has said some things about Mexicans that made me turn away from her. She's married to the older of that uncle's kids.
Both those cousins have posted things about guns and Muslims on Facebook that make me scared, like they wouldn't hesitate to support laws that would marginalize my friends, or might use one of those guns on someone.
I don't have the scariest family in the world. And I'm still skittish of saying anything that might prompt them to stop seeing me as their tame cousin and start seeing me as Other.
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... which I served up with The Rice Of My People, which I'd apparently somehow not made for A before; he is a Fan. It turns out. ( Read more... )