And that last post was the first blog post I've written since I got sick. So yay, me!
I'm settled into my new place, and I feel safe and comfortable here. Also, not having to figure out what kind of food I can eat and just having it there for me has made all the difference. I've stopped losing weight, for one thing [g].
The symptoms are starting to gradually get worse (whatever Power That Be who decided the main symptom of the endometrial part of this would be the equivalent of really bad menstrual cramps all the time needs to be shot in the kneecaps and left to die), but that's just the way it is. It would be nice to have a working internal thermostat again, too, but hey. At least I still have a brain.
I am so grateful to my local friends, who have bent over backwards to help me out. You have no idea. Seriously. And my long distance friends, too, who have done all sorts of things to keep my spirits up. I have the best friends on the planet. Period.
Tonight my friend Tina and I went to a program/exhibit at the Lacey library. It was put on by the Pacific Northwest Vintage Sewing machine organization. It was fascinating. All kinds of antique and vintage sewing machines, as well as a program where several people spoke about them. Some folks there own more than a hundred sewing machines!
There were also quilts up on the library’s walls from a couple of local guilds, which was nice.
And I got to try a sewing machine about the right age to have been Karin’s sewing machine from True Gold, which was truly cool.
Here are some of the photos I took.
Oh, and by the way, this is a photo of the Golden Staircase up to the top of Chilkoot Pass that Karin carried her sewing machine over, and the conditions in which she would have done it.
Mirrored from M.M. Justus -- adventures in the supernatural Old West.
In light of the recent additions to the Points series, I now find the Marlowe sections of The Armor of Light much more Astreianty than before. Not exactly a sketch for Eslingen, but a less positive version of same.
- Neanderthals, like contemporary humans, had the sort of prolonged childhoods which lend themselves to intelligence. National Geographic reports.
- The cool chill water of oceans is starting to be used to cool data centres. VICE reports.
- Brazil is set to embark on a substantial process to restore Amazonian rainforest. VICE reports.
- The Dawn probe found evidence of subsurface ice on rocky asteroid-belt protoplanet Vesta. Universe Today reports.
- A Canadian proposal at the NAFTA negotiations to liberalize migration across borders got shot down by the US.
- Latin American governments have recently called for a radical liberalization of migration law worldwide.
- Canada is in a potential position to take advantage of the DREAMers, if they are forced to leave.
- Québec premier Philippe Couillard wants to encourage Anglos to move back to the province. Global News reports.
- The resettlement of LGBTQ refugees is especially complicated. VICE reports.
The spring ones I saw looked like suspiciously flimsy crap and I refused to buy them. That was okay because I initially learned to hang clothes with the wooden round ones (that doubled as dolls for me sometimes with tissue paper dresses). I was initially pretty excited when I pulled them up on amazon. Except I noticed the ones they're making now are rough raw soft wood with a slit up the middle that can't possibly accommodate a clothesline and clothing. The annoyed comments from people that wanted to use them for their original intended purpose confirmed that. I need to be able to hang up my jeans, yo.
So I went on eBay and found someone selling real clothespins that wasn't asking for an arm and a leg in exchange. That's right, I went and ordered myself some damn functional old school round clothespins. The slit is wider and the bottoms flare out in a curve. Those are the real working clothespins that will hold your stuff on the line even if the wind blows.
MY CLOTHESPINS HAVE ARRIVED. I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY ABOUT THIS. ABOUT CLOTHESPINS. YEAH THAT'S RIGHT. REAL CLOTHESPINS. LIKE MY GRANDMOTHER'S. AND MY MOM'S BEFORE MY MOM MOVED TO A FANCY COMMUNITY THINGY THAT'S TOO GOOD FOR CLOTHESLINES (TBF THEY ALSO LIVE ON THE SIDE OF A RAVINE NOW SO A CLOTHESLINE WOULD PROBABLY BE A LIABILITY)
I'm going to go hang up whatever of my Victorian gear and 50's swing dresses that didn't get ruined at MiL's. BYE.
- CBC notes that the Yonge and Dundas street artist scene is closing down under city regulations, including permits.
- Emily Mathieu talks about how she conducts her journalism with some of Toronto's most marginalized as subjects.
- The Globe and Mail notes the local controversy over having police officers permanently stationed in schools.
- The idea that police who actively undermine the Special Investigations Unit should be seriously punished seems obvious.
- Veteran NDP politican and LGBTQ rights advocate Cheri DiNovo is leaving politics to become a minister in church.
- Finally, the Dundas West TTC station will be connected to the GO Transit hub less than 300 metres away!
But oh my heart watching those full grown dragons was glorious. And now one of them's got special powers.
( squeeing with spoilers )
Have a great Caturday!
( 126. Kushiel's Dart - Jacqueline Carey ) I still think this book is really messed up, but the plot just about makes up for it.
( 128. Trouble and Her Friends - Melissa Scott ) Mostly interesting as a kind of historical curiosity, but if you like cyberpunk it's definitely worth a look.
( 129. Shadow Man - Melissa Scott ) Lots of cool gender stuff in this one, but I really loved the story about building for liberation that it surrounded.
( 130. Temeraire - Naomi Novik ) The simplest and also I think best of Novik's novels so far; nothing else she's written is quite this adorable.
( 131. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle ) I dunno, I love these less than I used to.
( 132. Curse of Chalion - Lois McMaster Bujold ) Remains one of my consistent favourites.
( The Commonweal books - Graydon Saunders ) I wish more people were reading these, because I love them. And also that he would publish the next one, because I want to read it.
( 136. The Witch of Syracuse - Dorothy J Heydt ) These are pretty good, but not exceptional; on the other hand, they're free to download, so you could definitely try them!
( Black Panther: A Nation Under Our Feet, books 2 and 3 ) I like these, and I like what Coates is trying to do, but I'm not sure how he's going to get there! And it's an awkward mixture of elements, at times.
( 139. Speak Its Name - Kathleen Jowitt ) A sweet little romance, with lots of student Christian politics thrown into the mix. Fab.
( 140. Servant of the Underworld - Aliette de Bodard ) This is more like the de Bodard I found in the short stories! Will be reading the sequel.
I haven't watched Anastasia in forever. That might be nice. Oh hey, I've never seen Disney's Hercules, and the Nostalgia Chick loves it, so maybe I'll watch that.
Hey, they even have Nightmare Before OMFG GREMLINS IS ON THERE WHY IS GREMLINS ON THE KID LIST HOLY FUCK I AM GONNA HAVE NIGHTMARES JUST FROM THE THUMBNAIL FUUUCK!!!!
*decide on Hercules*
I seriously need some James Wood's voice acting to wipe away the horror of fucking Stripe Gremlin popping up on my screen. WHY IS IT ON THE KIDS LIST?!!!
New Zealand has laws that haven't quite caught up to 2017. By law, all electioneering materials have to be taken down by midnight before election day. Yesterday saw hordes of volunteers taking down election billboards, hoardings & other advertisements.
Today, no campaigning is allowed. So while I can exhort you to go vote, I cannot encourage you to vote for a particular party. Anything I posted up to midnight last night is ok but nothing today.
That said, there's nothing to stop a non-New Zealand voter from retweeting a tweet so it shows up on my current timeline. And I don't know what the law says about liking someone's tweet or Facebook post.
by Victoria Silverwolf
One of the most notable events this month, at least to those of us who look to the stars, was a speech by President Kennedy at Rice University.
We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win.
Fittingly, the second team of NASA astronauts was announced this month, captured here in a lighter moment.
Clockwise from top right are Frank Borman, John Young, Tom Stafford, Pete Conrad, Jim McDivitt, Jim Lovell, Elliot See, Ed White and Neil Armstrong.
Will one of these men become the first human being (or at least the first American) on the moon? We'll have to wait some years to find out.
Meanwhile, back here on Earth, the airwaves are dominated by the smash hit, Sherry, by the Four Seasons. Personally, lead singer Frankie Valli's falsetto makes me want to leave the planet myself.
A more practical form of escape can be found in the pages of the October 1962 issue of Fantastic.
(see the rest at Galactic Journey!)
( Rosh Hashanah )
It's genuinely disorienting to encounter all these spaces where I don't have to educate anyone or fight to be seen for who I am. Other people have already done that work, and leaders have clearly been receptive to it. (Rabbi Lippman is queer, but I don't assume that cis queer people will be welcoming to or understanding of trans people, especially nonbinary trans people.) I get to just show up and be a human being in human community. What an immense privilege. What a gift. Honestly, that might be the thing that gets me to stick with this—just the pure pleasure of being in a place where I didn't personally have to claw out a space for myself.
Josh met me and Kit in the park and we walked for a while (GMaps Pedometer says I walked 3.2 miles today, most of it pushing a heavy stroller with a heavy toddler; my feet and arms are very tired). I teased him that he should be glad I didn't make him meet the rabbi. But this is my thing, really. Maybe it's my latest three-month hobby. Maybe it'll be more than that. We'll see.