poetry sale!

Jan. 29th, 2015 11:38 am
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My poem "Misogyny" (inspired by The Stepford Wives) will appear in a future issue of Strange Horizons. The poem is part of my ongoing classic film/TV/pop culture poetry project (which I am really enjoying working on). It's my first sale of the year.

Requiescat in Pace

Jan. 28th, 2015 02:19 pm
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Hard night

Jan. 28th, 2015 12:27 pm
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Bad night, feeling very sick, sick to my stomach, reflux, and a weird strong headache that had increased over the day. Pain meds did not help the headache. It was so hard to fall asleep. like a horrible nightmare most of the night. I am not feeling well today, dizzy and sick and looking at the computer makes my head hurt. I tried to dial in to my 8:30 meeting and people's voices made me want to pass out.

Some sort of flu or virus I guess. Taking the day off. reading and dozing. I am missing the work I wanted to get done, swimming, and meeting up with people I wanted to see who are from out of town and also dropping by to see D. as she moves today from the nursing home to chuck's house. All on hold. I miss going to the office and swimming especially as I was looking forward to both.

Reading Wednesday (!)

Jan. 28th, 2015 11:21 am
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 Some Buried Caesar, Rex Stout.  Which I may not finish because, for the first time, Archie Goodwin has got up my nose.  Which is odd, because this is the book in which he first encounters Lily Rowan, who becomes his main albeit offstage squeeze.  But Mr. Stout's prose style is (seemingly) just this side of stilted, And it is raking its nails on how I hear the characters speak.  I don't think this book is resisting me merely because Nero Wolfe is out of his comfort zone element.  Maybe I just can't read Stout anymore.

Rereading A Dark Matter, Peter Straub.  Many fewer loose ends this time.

All About Addicts in Gamy Journalism

Jan. 27th, 2015 01:29 pm
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No. Just some.

Busy morning!

Jan. 27th, 2015 09:02 am
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Read news, HN (which I do if i wake up in the night or very early) had tea and half a tramadol, slowly unstiffening. Knees and ankles bad in the way of post-airplane flight. I read a very excellent draft of an article or post by a friend and commented in potentially useful ways. She is admirable in her careful and nuanced construction of thoughts. What a pleasure to read. Also, a nice way to start the morning. I need more tea, and now to work email, 9:05am so it is not like I have shirked.

Not sure how things will play out at work this week. I would like to focus deeply and submit a patch! Must catch up with email, go to at least 2 meetings. So i could not until late afternoon. By then I may be in too much pain. Then Wed. morning a meeting and then physical therapy. So I really really want to try for this afternoon.

biopsy results

Jan. 27th, 2015 02:49 am
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Abnormal cells that are not cancer, but still get me a date with a surgeon.

Home and happy

Jan. 26th, 2015 10:47 pm
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I liked Salt Lake City and Park City both. I did a fair job of relaxing and not trying to do too much, slightly over the line but most of that was today (getting off the plane to go to ada's school play opening night, which was AMAZING.)

I had great food, 3 different really good hotels, nice people all around, got to see a little of the library, strange experience today of scootering around downtown Salt Lake City and, yay, went to hear an organ recital in the Tabernacle, which was truly great. Mormons weirded me out. I went into the geneology building.

Actually just crossing the street from the temple plaza to the geneology building was weird and hilarious and a good silly story. I was facing the building across a wide, completely empty street at a crosswalk and red light and don't walk sign. The lights on either side a block away were red and no cars were even visible. Across the street from me was a lineup of mormons with name tags, ladies in skirts and like big hair, and men in suits with flowers in buttonholes. It was as if they were in 50s shop windows. They were all staring at me like i was from Mars but with big smiles. I have to say my heart quailed as I realized I was about to jaywalk or jayscoot in front of these people. Do Mormons do a citizens arrest? So, I went across and they all burst into nervous laughter. I went to the median and thought perhaps we could leave it at that, but no, it had to be done right so I just kept going. We grinned at each other wildly. ONe of them stepped aside and made a remark, something like "Well, uh oh, you might just block our way or something!" (Which was weird because.... i am one person and they were like 10 and they were blocking the crosswalk ramp) False joviality! I laughed lightly while grinning (and considered dramtically taking off my hat to reveal troll doll crest; rejected as the right moment had passed before I thought of it, plus, not actually there to troll mormons, just wanted to cross street, so, unworthy) and went on to admire the Pioneer Cabin to collect myself (rattled!) and hack its portal(s).

Then peeked into the geneology place. A large imposing building with very ugly art inside. The greeters were perturbed but came at me with smiles and nametags. Sister something explained that I could go to watch a video then go to the computers and people would help me. I said I was pretty experienced in doing that kind of research and familiar with how to do geneology stuff online and what i wanted to know was what paper archives they have and what access people can have to them because I like history. She did not know but after some fumbling said that there were books and papers and things on other floors but would have to ask around. I didn't have time to stay so thanked her and went off to the GLORIOUS organ music.

Gershwin on an organ, meh. "Southern Song" ok, noted the blue note accurately done (impressive) but this compounded feeling of cultural appropriation/ruining done by Gershwin. and yet it was quite beautiful and dreamy. BUT. Toccata and fugue(s) A PLUS WOULD FUGUE AGAIN. holy shit! So great. The organist did a demo of the acoustics by dropping a pin 3 times onto the table and then a nail and then tearing a newspaper. My observation of the pin drop was that the pins were dropped onto a hollow wooden sounding box type of thing on top of the table. That is not quite cheating, it is fine, but, it was implied that they were just dropped onto the table...... Kind of cheating really. Wondered what the hell. Immense wealth of odd religious cult displayed. What if someone like, busted me for playing ingress in t heir plaza? What would it be like to flat out own like 4 city blocks for the your monumental architecture of your Thing, whatever it is? What even is their thing, wtf? I think my knowledge of mormons goes like this: Sherlock Holmes story. Pat Califia complaining about childhood. Abuse scandals. They wear particular underwear (garments). Feminist Mormon Housewives group blog (which was great when i was reading it). Oh, also, impression that it is odd, but mostly harmless, to think if you record everyone's family tree then you get their souls in your heaven. You know, weird, but, shrug....

Back in SF feeling the vast weight of wondering if Mormons will get me lifted off my shoulders.

Much more to say but must sleep. Must blog about things like, the movie itself, my amazing breakfasts, all the nice things about the hotels, mountains, things I wish I had gotten to do, the library, etc. etc. also ada's school musical which, highlight of everything, was great.

Paging Fr. Guido Sarducci

Jan. 25th, 2015 12:01 pm
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 Satirical Catholic news site.  Crossed (oooops) with the "scandal" of the deflated footballs.  Conference in Mordor (there are some gems in the comments, but you'll still have to hold your nose). 

This Is the 21st Century, Right?

Jan. 24th, 2015 02:05 pm
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  • Pakistan and polio.  From Wired.  All right, who introduced the Taliban to the anti-vaxxers, and yeah, I call equivalence.  
  • Johann Hari at Huffington Post via AlterNet on the actual causes of addiction, presumably excerpted from his book.  (No, it doesn't address the middle-class addict.  Nothing does.  It also doesn't address the drug warriors' need to prevent all uses (except medical) of drugs whatsoever.  Maybe that's their addiction.)

wednesday reading

Jan. 23rd, 2015 10:41 pm
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Turned out I needed a biopsy. Microcalcifications. Should hear the results Tuesday.

• What are you reading?

The Good Lord Bird, by James McBride. I like the voice, which makes me think of Mark Twain. John Brown is preposterous enough to be a Mark Twain character, with his freakish good luck and his inexplicable charisma, and I find it very easy to believe that when he mistakes Henry, the narrator, for a girl, he bulldozes over every attempt to correct him until everyone, including Henry, falls into line. But of course John Brown isn't a Mark Twain character: when he decides that a family he came across at random are pro-slavery, he is equally impervious to correction, and he murders them.

I would be happier reading this book if someone could assure me that Henry, who is the only child, the only Black person, and the only person in women's clothing living with John Brown's army, doesn't get raped.

• What did you recently finish reading?

Yes Please, by Amy Poehler. It's no Bossypants, but I enjoyed it. The bit I liked best was about needing to apologize.
I was a shitty version of myself. The shadow side. I made a lot of noise because I felt bad about hurting someone's feelings and I didn't want to get quiet and really figure out how I felt. I was afraid to lie down and put my hand on my heart and hear the tiny voice whispering inside me saying that I had screwed up.

Your brain is not your friend when you need to apologize. Your brain and your ego and your intellect all remind you of the "facts." I kept telling myself that the only thing I was guilty of was not paying attention. Sure, I was being self-absorbed and insensitive, but who isn't? Sure, I should have been more on top of what I was saying, but wasn't that somebody else's job? Didn't everyone know how busy I was? Didn't Marianne and Chris take into consideration what a NICE PERSON I was? My brain shouted these things loud and clear. My heart quietly told a different story.
I like how accurately she voices the truths that she wishes were not true, in her apology letter from the head, and how unashamedly sincere she is about the part that she wishes were the whole truth, in her apology letter from the heart.

I like this even though it is not at all how I conceptualize my parts. When I discover that I owe someone an apology, the hurt of being criticized, the anger at being hurt, the shame of being in the wrong, those are all heart things. They are feelings, things I perceive directly. Looking at the situation from the other person's point of view; figuring out the difference between what she could see (my actions) and what she could not (my intentions, my history of being a NICE PERSON); trying to imagine what she felt about it; these are all head things, things I get by thinking. I don't perceive them directly. I don't perceive them at all unless I seek them out. Still, this is a useful step in my lifelong quest to learn how to apologize and how to forgive.

• What do you think you’ll read next?

The Golem and the Jinni, by Helene Wecker.

In Memoriam

Jan. 23rd, 2015 09:41 am
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Peggy Charren, activist for children's television.  (Boston Globe article, 1 of 5 free articles.)
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Selma might be the most absorbing, intense, engaged viewing experience I've had since first watching The Fellowship of the Ring as a teen. I will fight anyone who says shit about this picture; apart from a couple of complaints about the handling of Coretta Scott King, it was flawlessly done. And imo less violent/brutal than it could have been; I felt very safe seeing it on the big screen. It made me feel stronger, not weaker; affirmed, not beaten.
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yeah, it's been that kind of day

Jan. 21st, 2015 05:08 pm
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Thank goodness for Tolkien scholarship.

Industrial Necrosis Aside

Jan. 21st, 2015 09:21 am
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 The pointlessness of gendered products.  Via [personal profile] supergee , because I forgot.

mood contagion

Jan. 20th, 2015 06:11 pm
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I just saw Birdman, at my local indie theater. It's a really good movie! The ending was a little disappointing but I can't think of a better one, so okay. However. In the middle, the screen went black. I think there were maybe fifteen seconds where everyone was wondering, is this part of the movie? and then five minutes where everyone was hoping someone else would go tell the staff about it, someone who was seated closer to the exit, or who didn't have to climb over other people to get out, because after the movie went black it was really dark in there! But nobody else did, so I did. When I left, I was actually expecting that they would offer us free passes to make up for it, but no. The staff were all tucked away out of sight. Not that I would have asked for a pass if any of them had been visible. I am a coward.

The contagion part is: tomorrow I have an appointment for a followup mammogram. Before the movie thing I felt confident that everything would probably be fine and now I don't. Minds are weird.
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