This is pretty wonderful

Apr. 29th, 2017 11:54 am
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People all over Wyoming wore tutus last night. In Wyoming. There's a "how to make one" gathering in Laramie. Where Matt Shepard was killed.

There's a bunch of bars in cities around the state offering discounts to anybody wearing a tutu.

#liveandlettutu is trending.

Wyoming. Seeing the mention of the tutorial night in Laramie set me crying. (4 hrs sleep probably helped).

Edit: What I wrote on FB: People all over Wyoming had tutu parties and bar crawls last night and a bunch of bars offered discounts to anybody with a tutu. (People mostly put them over clothes.) When I saw the link to the 'make your own' party in _Laramie_, where Matt Shepard was beaten to death for being gay, not so many years ago, I found myself crying.

I doubt that the guy who Enzi knows will get in many fewer bar fights. But last night was a very public display of a fairly major change.

Tutu protests and parties break out in Wyoming over senator's remark
Enzi has apologized for the remarks he made at Greybull High School, in which he told an unusual anecdote in response to a question about how he sees the LGBTQ community in Wyoming. As recounted by the Greybull Standard newspaper, Enzi said:

"I know a guy who wears a tutu and goes to bars on Friday night and is always surprised that he gets in fights. Well, he kind of asks for it. That's the way that he winds up with that kind of problem."

At the time, Enzi said his anecdote illustrated the need for civility and mutual respect, citing Wyoming's "live and let live mantra," as WPM reported. But he was quickly criticized for not succeeding in making that point — and for doing so in an inappropriate setting.

Wyoming Democrats Chairman Joe M. Barbuto said Enzi's comment "was ugly and indicative of a kind of backwards thinking that has no place in today's society."

On Tuesday, Enzi, 73, issued an apology, saying, "I regret a poor choice of words during part of my presentation."

He added, "None of us is infallible and I apologize to anyone who has taken offense. No offense was intended. Quite the opposite in fact, and so I ask for your understanding as well."

The plan for a tutu protest was met with enthusiasm in Wyoming, even prompting a tutorial on making one's own tutu in Laramie Thursday night.

Demonstrators were also urged to keep the issues of bullying and civil rights in mind, with Eliza Hanson urging her fellow protesters, "Wear your tutus this weekend but please take it seriously. Some of us 'wear tutus' on a daily basis and I would really appreciate it if you didn't try and make a joke out of yourself while wearing one."

Nun takes Brown Eyes to SEAF.

Apr. 29th, 2017 08:21 am
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I took Brown Eyes to the opening of the Seattle Erotic Art Festival last night. But before I get into that, I had a little technological scare.

As I was checking my coat* and messing with my evening bag, out of the corner of my eye I noticed that I'd accidentally activated the send-handwriting-by-SMS mode on my iPhone, which I didn't know existed. I didn't think twice about it until about a minute later when it seemed that my phone was completely bricked; the screen wouldn't turn on. This was about twenty minutes before Brown Eyes was due to arrive, and I had visions of her texting me and getting miffed at my lack of response; it could have been worse, but still, suboptimal timing. I spent the rest of the night with a bricked phone, but I plugged it into the charger anyway. This morning it's right as rain.

But! Brown Eyes arrived without incident, we got in & got drinks, and like, totally saw all the art. Notable trends this year: a lot of works featuring children. Maybe it's a parent thing, but BE & I were both a little squicked. Also a relative abundance of depictions of cutty things (which freaks me out) and poky things (which doesn't, as much). They did have one retrospective section which had a couple of faves from SEAFs past. I got to show Brown Eyes a little of what she missed; she'd never been before. The eye candy of the ambulatory variety was as fine as ever - I wish I looked that good in latex - if not as densely packed as I've seen it in the past. I dunno; maybe everybody decided to go tonight instead of last night.

My favorite piece, at least for most of the night (Foreshadowing!) was "Obsession" by Olga Zavershinskaya. Lots of red in a beautifully and meticulously composed photo that speaks to, well, a lot of my desires. At $750, I seriously considered buying a print.

From the Dept. of Be Careful What You Wish For: There's a younger lady, K, whom I've met out & about. I confess to first approaching her because she appeals to my weakness for a certain physical type: she's from Iran, speaking of brown eyes. As my date & I were taking a load off for a minute, K firmly informed me that I needed to come to one of her regular get-togethers at her place, which usually coincide with either Lambert House or dinner with m'boy. She mentioned that she has a trans friend who just started to transition a few months ago, so I may go out of a sense of trans duty. K herself is... intense, perceptive, and probably straight. (She was there with a much older fella.) She has interesting things to say about the difference between how sexism manifests in the US (objectification) vs. Iran (paternalism). She says playing dumb works way better for women here than in Iran.

Toward the end of the evening, Brown Eyes and I had one more look at "Obsession" because I liked it so much, but then something occurred to me.
"Wait a minute. Those hands on her aren't hers, are they?" I asked Brown Eyes.
"Nope." The hands in question, resting on her rib cage with splayed fingers, looked distinctly masculine.
"Fuck that! That's heteronormative. I'm not buying it. I just talked myself out of spending $750!"

I hadn't slept well the night before, and informed BE that as much as I'd love for her to take advantage of me, I might be pretty useless despite my prior consumption of strong tea & yerba mate. She said it was OK, she'd had a tough day full of doctor's appointments. In fact, she'd been quiet the whole evening because, she said, she'd been preoccupied with her upcoming surgery. Aw. I hope I showed her a good time. I think she needed one.

*My leather jacket, to go with my Acres of Dead Cow outfit - over the knee Fluevogs, pencil skirt, bra, opera gloves, all black leather - as requested by Brown Eyes.
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A couple things I want to do now and slept too little to remember where to search them
1) find the page that allows me to en masse add people back
2) find the page that allows me to en masse deal with filters
3) find the email with the results of the script for finding dw accounts.

This is partly because I would probably post the below flock what with the fundraising link having my full name, but instead I'm going to just not put a direct link to it.

For those playing at home, I badly turned my right ankle on Sunday, landing a jump. A break is terribly unlikely in that it supported full weight immediately and it was on gymnastics mats, so the stress would have been almost entirely from the turning part as opposed to any impact on anything hard part. Yes, my dr's office has seen pictures, and my shoulder PT was unconcerned, and a couple other medclues also seem to consider it not worrisome. The swelling is at this point variable, and the pain is annoyingly more, either because of less swelling or because I spent a lot of time on my feet Thurs and Fri, doing cleaning and sorting type stuff. Walking in the house had seemed to be not painful at all, but letting the aleve wear off last night by mistake showed me just how different walking was without it.

Anyway, I have the National Ovarian Cancer Coalition DC Chapter walk a week from today. Ovarian can sure as hell use more awareness and research dollars - the 5 year survival stats for anything other than stages 1 and 2 are abysmal, first line therapies work for less than half of those treated, there's no screening, and not a whole lot has changed in a couple decades. (Maybe 10 years ago a short list of 'do not ignore' symptoms was agreed on - bloating, pelvic pain, feeling full too quickly, having to pee often.)

But, um, the ankle.
Ellen suggested yesterday afternoon that I fundraise on a 'help Vval make good life choices' plank - donate in the hopes I /don't/ walk on Saturday but instead walk some time it won't damage my ankle. I'll leave my stated goal low, because last night showed me just how stupid walking a 5k in a week probably is (I'm very upset to realize how long I probably shouldn't dance or acro) but I'd really prefer to raise a full thousand. It's a terrifying diagnosis. If you have ovaries you're at risk.

a graphic describing symptoms of ovarian cancer, and that there is no screening

What I wrote over on FB:
No climate march for me on this ankle, despite it being my usual walking distance away. It was suggested yesterday afternoon that I should raise money for the Ovarian Cancer walk a week from today (link below) by asking people to donate as a "help Marcia make good life choices and /not/ be bad to her ankle." Later last night I let the aleve wear off and was appalled to realize how much of 'oddly, it doesn't hurt to walk in the house' was likely directly due to it, and given the walking speed difference with or without worried I could have been doing further damage.* will get you to the search page; my first name will get you to me.

Re the climate march, I know a bunch of friends will be there, and I'm glad to see there's educational parts. In one post someone commented about hoping economic aspects will be brought up, like, for example Florida real estate.

The Florida real estate part is especially compelling; I've posted about it before. But I ran across an article last night that gives me hope - there's a bipartisan caucus on climate, and it doesn't surprise me that the co-chair of the Climate Solutions Caucus is the GOP congressman who represents the Florida Keys. I'll post about this all in its own post, but I thought including something hopeful in a post about not marching might be nice :)

Edit: Also, I've just learned - the climate march has been planned since 2014 to be on the 100th day of the new administration. A useful tidbit of info.

* lots of icing late last night, slept with it up, planning on being way more slow regardless of what feels okay. A long conversation about how I seem to think my walking around on an ankle all day is a clever response to spraining it, with me realizing that spending several hours cleaning/straightening/sorting is still standing and walking, even if within the confines of one room and not measured in miles what with not using a fitbit or pedometer.

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Apr. 29th, 2017 07:58 am
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Thank heavens that work week is over and i get to run away and leave the kerfuffle. Our company wants to be certified for a certain standard. On round two of the process, we had a consultant in who basically revealed the most cynical frame for certification -- much smoke and mirrors and little conformance. Not dissimilar to round one. We're now on round three with a recently hired executive director of security who wants to do things by the book, but in the most expedient way possible: no consideration of long term consequences.

I made many jokes about alcohol.

And then there was the point where i lost a day's work because the combination of remote Microsoft "One Drive" plus Excel plus Mac OS executed no automatic periodic saves.

The best part of the week was contacting external vendors for what is called "multi-factor" or "two-factor" authentication, describing what we have built, and seeing if they could interoperate with our system. In describing what we do, i was gratified by the other person appreciating the complexity and scope of what we have built and the challenge with which i was presenting them.

--== ∞ ==--

The first part of the week was quite wet: now things are back to growing by leaps and bounds.

I am disappointed by my early April use of the greenhouse. I think things got far too warm and i killed many seedlings. Sprouting pawpaw seeds were cooked. I'm hoping my Torreya taxifolia seeds will survive: it's a rare yew tree. The seeds were passed on by another native plant enthusiast.

I'm also wondering about seed vendors, but before i start pointing fingers, i'll point at myself for failures. Still: how hard is it to provide sunflower seeds with over 50% germination rate? I've 12 seeds, dropped one, and three sprouted. A fourth sprout seems frozen. On the other hand, three of these 18' sunflowers are sufficient, i think, to shade the south west wall of our bedroom.

I harvested my one beautiful head of romaine and a cup or so of snow peas. I think i need to get a sense of how many square feet of plants make enough of anything to be useful.

--== ∞ ==--

Hot and humid. The air conditioner is already coming on, but i'm pondering lowering the temperature. I'm wondering about programming the thermostat. It's easier to cool the house overnight when it's cooler outside, right? So shouldn't i use the overnight setting to cool to the coolest temperature?
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 One thing of note happened today; the anthology I have a story in went live in e-format on Amazon.  It was originally published a year ago, so I've had some time to get past the OHMYGODI'MAREALAUTHORNOW mental squee, but it's still a real rush to see a book with my first professional story up on Amazon.

If you're interested, you can find it here:

Mine is the almost-novella called A Firm Place to Stand.

In other news, I'm baking donuts.

After determining about a year and a half ago that my joints really don't like wheat, I stopped eating it altogether.  Which means, yes, I stopped eating donuts.  Finding decent gluten-free *anything* pastry-ish has been a real chore, but recently I bought myself a couple pans specifically designed for baking donuts, and then went hunting recipes.

The pans came with a decent recipe, but not decadent, and I'm all about hedonism.  So I found a recipe on epicurious, and then went about munging the two together and then making it gluten-free.

Oh holy wow, did it ever work well.  And, because I love to spread hedonism far and wide, here is my recipe.

Baked Spice Donuts

2 cups Bob's Red Mill 1:1 gluten free baking flour
approx. 1/4 cup coconut flour
3/4 cup sugar
2 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp nutmeg
1/4 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp salt
4 tbsp butter
2 eggs, beaten
3/4 cup milk
1/2 cup plain greek yogurt
2 tsp vanilla extract

Mix all dry ingredients together, then cut in butter (like you do for pie crust). Mix all the wet ingredients together, then add to the dry ingredients and stir just until blended. The batter will be very thick. Scoop some into a ziploc bag and cut off the corner, then squeeze into the greased hollows of a donut pan, making sure each hollow is well-filled. Bake at 350 for 20-25 minutes. The donuts will have risen and will have a bit of a crust, enough that it won't break when you press lightly with a fingertip. Move the donuts to a cooling rack. Once they're warm rather than hot, dip the rounded side into a glaze. (I used 1 cup confectioners sugar, 2 tbsp butter, and 1-2 tbsp hot water.) Makes 10-12 large donuts, or approximately 18 mini donuts.

new raised bed

Apr. 28th, 2017 07:33 pm
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Here is the start of my gardening blog. Let me know if the thumbnail previews are fine, or if you would prefer all pictures behind a cut.

So this spring I put in a new raised bed, which Neal built for me out of 2x4s. It's in the front yard, which has more sun and less exposure to dogs, but the dog deficiency means the feral cats my next-door neighbor feeds think it belongs to them.

I didn't dig up the grass, just put down a thick layer of cardboard,

set the box on top,

soaked the cardboard, to provide all the elements necessary to decomposition,

and filled it with compost.

The white tubes are the bases of a hoop cover. I have some smaller-diameter flexible pipe, bent into half-circles, whose ends go into the white pipes. Then I can put a big piece of UV-resistant polyethelene over the top, and have a mini-greenhouse.

Next step is to mulch. Usually, when you are choosing a mulch, the first consideration is "What do I have lots of?" and then you evaluate how well those things work as mulch:
- Does it shade the soil to suppress germination of weed seeds?
- Does it keep the soil cooler?
- Does it let water get to the soil?
- Does it slow down evaporation?
- How fast does it break down, and what does it add to the soil?
- Will it stay where I put it?
And so on. But for me, the second consideration is, "Will this make my lovely loose soil more or less attractive to the feral cats as a litter box?" So the first mulch I use is a few layers of brown paper that came as packaging material.

Here it is in the rain:

Right now it is covered with snow, but I don't have a picture of that.

More about mulching and planting next time.

Awkward time gaps

Apr. 28th, 2017 04:18 pm
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Last Friday, I sent my PhD advisor a finalized draft of the current Manuscript of Doom*, where we have one remaining issue to address before it's ready for submission: it's too long. This is not a horrible problem, but it does require time and thought. She is a whiz-genius at shortening, so I asked for help.

Communication about the timing of tasks like this can be tricky to orchestrate by long distance, though, so when I hadn't heard a peep from her by Tuesday, I did some additional work to prune the reference list and sent over the revised version as a nudge. She replied to say, "Oh, I'd started working on this already, but I'll fold my changes into your version." And I haven't heard anything since then, so once again I have no idea what kind of timecourse I'm looking at. I do know better than to poke the sleeping bear too many times in a row on short notice, though.

All right, fine, I can work on one of a half-dozen other projects in the meantime, right?

...except task-switching isn't always so simple. The next item on the list was data analysis for the circadian project, and then again, I hit a sticking point where I needed to meet with my postdoc supervisor and confer before moving forward.

In the meantime, I'm helping an undergrad knock out her honors thesis at record speed, helping a grad student turn around a grant report, and gearing up for more circadian-type fun times next week. Oh, and working on a couple more manuscript reviews.

The challenge, for me, is that all these things leave me with weird, awkward time gaps. I want to do productive things with the time gaps, but sometimes I fail because they aren't long enough for me to pick up other projects, remember where I left off, and make headway.

Oh well. At least I'm not bored or underemployed?

* Manuscript of Doom = whatever current project feels like it's taking FOREVER to complete. This one's from my last dissertation chapter in 2011, for instance. I think it had a more clever name, like Manuscript of Doom IV: The Thunderdome, but I don't remember anymore.

How Not To Fight The Murder Zombies.

Apr. 28th, 2017 09:30 am
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So the murder zombies are in your town again, ripping limbs from torsos. Everyone knows the best way to survive the murder zombie onslaught is to hide in a closet.

But humans react to murder zombies in funny ways, even when they’re not being personally devoured by the zombies’ hoof-hard teeth.

See, because “hiding in a closet” is the best way of riding it out when the murder zombie herd comes ravaging through town, you’ll have people who get really good at hiding in closets.

With each Culling they survive, these people will become increasingly cocky about their closet-hiding techniques.

Eventually, they’ll start making fun of people who don’t know how to hide in a closet properly. Complaints about the way the murder-zombies ate your child will be met with a sneering, “I guess somebody didn’t have their closet ready.”

And the end result will be, unbelievably, people who have more scorn for zombie victims than they do a hatred for the murder-zombies who want to tear them to shreds.

Yet that’s not the weirdest thing. The *weirdest* thing is that these expert closet-hiders genuinely come to think they’re fighting the murder-zombies by teaching these hiding techniques. “See, if you starve them, maybe they won’t murder so much,” the closet-hiders say.

But that’s not actually fighting the murder-zombies. That’s just surviving the murder-zombies. At best, the murder-zombies might slaughter the people in the next town over – but the expert closet-hiders think that’s just great, because at this point anyone who gets eaten by the murder-zombies is so stupid they deserve to die.

They think they’re fighting the murder-zombies, but in a way they’re actually very much aligned with the murder-zombies.

Whereas the truth is this: hiding in a closet is a useful skill to learn, and you probably need to learn it. But reducing the murder-zombie hordes to mere nuisances will take more than one person. You need an entire town to rise up, grab guns from the burning houses of those who have fallen, the mobilization of thousands of people so their response is not “Shit, murder-zombies, better prep my hiding-from-murder-zombie camouflage techniques” but “Sound the alarms, get the pitchforks, let’s make sure these murder-zombies don’t hurt another person!”

You need an organization to fight the horde, man. One man (or woman) can’t stop the undead stampede. One man (or woman) might as well just hide in the closet.

But the problem is this: that expert closet-hider is mocking the people who want to go out and fight (“What, don’t you have a closet?”), and telling everyone that the people who died deserved their deaths. And yes, maybe some of the people who died were unwise in some of their decisions. We might need a couple of staunch closets until we can recoup enough resources to take the fight to the murder-zombie larvae in their terrifying butchernest, and if you want to lead a respectful class on “Closet Hiding 101” then okay, sure, it can help.

Yet when you spend more energy denigrating the victims than you do saying, “*Of course* the murder-zombies are an evil necrotic horde who deserve no sympathy,” then you’re sapping the town’s efforts to rise up, man. We need to get out and shine sunlight on the necromancer’s cursed butchernest jewel and dissolve this murder-zombie horde after all – and your reliance on “BUILD A STURDIER CLOSET” just makes us all live in increasingly smaller closets.

So, you know, survive the zombies. Nothing wrong with that.

Just don’t forget that survival is very different from changing the landscape so zombie-survival is no longer necessary.

Cross-posted from Ferrett's Real Blog.


Apr. 27th, 2017 07:48 pm
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I've been driving through a place called Lake Arbor Park to blow up my frenemies' Ingress portals, and ran across cormorants.
And herons.
But today I came home and walked Monty around the block and while I was down by the church to the south of our house I heard an utterly familiar (to me) "breet!" sound that is unlike any native bird. I managed a passable "breet!" response and got an extremely enthusiastic response, so we played Marco Polo until this old grey lady tried to fly towards me.
Her wings are clipped so it didn't work very well, but she's quite well-trained and civilized, so I got her to step up on my hand and walk up to my shoulder while monty had a complete emotional breakdown about not being allowed to eat the little bird, and brought her home. She's now sitting in the downstairs bathroom.

What. Is. That.

Apr. 27th, 2017 07:03 pm
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[personal profile] randomdreams was out walking Monty and heard a cockatiel hiding under a bush. I really don't know the probably of a tiny bird chirping out before an ice storm and somehow the person walking by speaks fluent cockatiel but it hopped on his shoulder and he brought it home.

Monty reluctantly did not eat the bird.

He says it's a girl bird and they are happily tweeting at each other. He's feeding her red pepper bits. In the morning I'll take her off to the animal shelter.

To know my data is to know me.

Apr. 27th, 2017 11:30 am
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My three most commonly used tags, in descending order: Wendling, trans, dating. Yeah, that's pretty much my life.
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So I’d hoped the Republicans would grow up after being trounced in their first attempt at repealing/replacing Obamacare.  I’d legitimately love it if Republicans said, “People are being bankrupted by out-of-control health costs, and health care is complicated – why don’t we take some time to get the law right and come up with something America doesn’t hate?”

Instead, natch, they’re trying to ram through a hasty bill that’s even worse than the last one.  They may vote as early tomorrow.

Which is why you have to call your Representatives now.  And here’s how you stop do that:

Politicians can ignore emails the way you do. They can’t ignore calls. Their staffers have to take the calls, which means their staff doesn’t get anything done while they’re handling calls, which means the Senator is far more likely to hear about how the office is slowing to a crawl because the ACA issue is jamming the lines.

Last time, my super-conservative rep changed his mind on the repeal/replace from “YEAH LET’S DO IT” to “Uh, maybe?” because the calls were literally running 20 to 1 in favor of keeping Obamacare around.

Let them know you’re local. Don’t bother calling if you’re not a potential voter. You do not have to give your name, though you can if you want; they may ask you for your zip code.  You may wish to force them to take your name to ensure they got your message.

A good script is something like:

1) I’m disappointed that there’s a rush to shove through even worse health care legislation;
2) Please do not repeal the ACA without a strong replacement;
3) If you have a preexisting condition or the ACA has helped your life in some way, talk about that and make it personal how your life (or the life of someone you love) depends on this;
4) I will not vote for any Representative who helps repeal the ACA without a strong replacement, either in the primary or the general election.

You’re free to go on, if you like, but be polite. They kind of have to listen. In my experience, they’ll generally say they’ll pass the message onto the Representative, and hang up. But if you want to be that person who the office groans when they have to handle them – that polite-but-firm person who will be heard – then hey! You can contribute to the office gossip that people are really concerned about this ACA issue, which is good in politics.

That means you have to make a maximum of one call, which will take ten minutes max. (Unless your Representative’s line is already clogged, in which case, keep calling.)

You can generally look up your senator by using Who Is My Representative, but if not you’ll find a phone number on their website. Calling the local number is generally viewed to be slightly better.

And here’s the trick: If you’re a conservative who’s opposed to mandating that insurers must be able to insure people with preexisting conditions (for some weird reason), flip the script and call as well. This is a republic, and you deserve to have your voice heard.

That said, there was a ridiculous idea last time that the ACA repeal only failed because it wasn’t conservative enough.  That wasn’t true.  The reason it failed was most because tacking to the right to appeal to the hard-core conservatives cost them more votes in the center, and trying to appeal to everyone made their base splinter.

So calling to register your complaint actually does work.  We’re not guaranteed, of course; the Republicans are desperate, trying to shove through a law they wrote in less than a month that nobody’s even fully read (as opposed to the ACA, which was introduced in July 2009 and voted on in March 2010 after heavy debate).  They may manage it.

But if they do manage to replace the ACA with something that literally punishes those with preexisting conditions (and that could easily be you, even if you’re healthy now!), let it not be because you didn’t try.  Make the call today.

Cross-posted from Ferrett's Real Blog.

Get out of my head.

Apr. 27th, 2017 06:33 am
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Work: meshuggah.

Dreams: messed up, two nights running. Tuesday night was seeing Evil Sister's kids and waking up crying; it's notable that their age in the dream was their age when I last saw them.

Last night was that I was writing code for a weapons system. The PM said, "Congratulations! You'll really make a difference in people's lives…by ending them."
"That's the most fucked-up thing a PM has ever said to me," I replied. "Hilarious, but fucked up."

Too much work, too much news.

wednesday reading

Apr. 26th, 2017 09:44 pm
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• What are you reading?

The Summer Without Men, by Siri Hustvedt.

• What did you recently finish reading?

Descender, Vol. 1: Tin Stars, by Jeff Lemire. A robot who is also an adorable little boy survives terrible and mysterious catastrophes. He may hold the key to understanding and preventing their return. The other characters and the settings are interesting. The art is beautiful. I would have loved this if I had read it when I was young. Now, I have read enough stories to notice when the plot is steered by the Rule of Cool, when the answer to "Why didn't the characters do the smart thing?" is "Because the author wanted a torture scene/a robot gladiator scene/a woman dying, gasping a slogan." Also, I have read enough stories that treat women as people to find the Weasley ratio really annoyingly noticeable. There's one female main character, one female supporting character, a few more who get a line but not a name. And only one of these female characters is human: the robot boy's dead mom.

• What do you think you’ll read next?

I've got suggestions to read or reread for my SF economics panel:

The Dispossessed, by Ursula K. Le Guin
Red Mars, Green Mars, and Blue Mars, by Kim Stanley Robinson
The Diamond Age, by Neal Stephenson
Walkaway, by Cory Doctorow
The Peripheral, by William Gibson
The Marq'ssan Cycle books by L. Timmel Duchamp

More suggestions still welcome!
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In the week between classes, I've been trying to take proper long rambles each day, to make more space in my head and all the spaces in me.

Trying isn't the word, really. I'm compelled up and out of the house to wander the earth. Fortunately this bit of the earth is damn pretty right now.

Here, then, are some photos from various park-hunting expeditions of the last few days, organized around the theme of awesome local species rather than chronology, because I'm too tired to explain the chronology.

Distinctive Regional Species and general springiness )

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