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Thursday, May 9th, 2013
10:17 pm - Eleven Questions
[personal profile] thistleburr asked me 11 questions. Leave a comment and I will ask YOU 11 questions too!

1. What is the significance of your octopus default-icon?
When I first went to Wiscon, I was charmed by the Octopus Car Wash locations I saw around Madison. My icon is from a photo of their mascot -- a statue of an octopus with its arms full of cleaning supplies. I adopted the icon for cleaning and housework and generally being busy, and used it here because I was doing a lot of work cleaning out my life, selling off books, and trying to cut down to essentials. I have done a lot but still have a fair bit to get through.

2. What are you reading currently?
Dearie, a biography of Julia Child. A fascinating story, but the writer is annoyingly sloppy with language. (No matter how hungry she and Paul were, they did not eat "a myriad of meals" in the space of two months.) Renee L. Bergland's The National Uncanny, about how Indians appear as ghosts in US literature. Dense lit crit but full of insights. Also, Paula Guran's The Year's Best Dark Fantasy & Horror 2010. Some truly great stories. I'm reading slowly to savor.

3. Night owl or morning person?
Night owl. Or sometimes morning person. IMO afternoons are for napping.

4. Do you prefer to travel by plane, travel by train, or travel by some other means?
Depends on how far I'm going. If I'm visiting my family back east, it pretty much has to be an airplane -- and I do love the rush of takeoff almost enough to make up for the TSA, the crowding, the dry air, the airports. OK, it's my least favorite form of travel, but it works for cross-country trips. For commuting and shorter journeys, I am happy with trains. Much more legroom, and I can read, nap, or just look out the windows. I like driving when the roads are relatively quiet -- I'm a speed demon and prefer that nothing get in my way. And I love to walk around in a city or in the country.

5. Please share some of your own thoughts on nonviolence?
Nonviolence works, but it requires time, patience, honesty, self-awareness, and genuine concern for the other. None of these will get anybody rich, so our government will go on making war -- so profitable! But I've seen too much violence (and lived with the effects of it) to believe that violence can ever be anything but a partial and temporary solution, carrying the seeds of destruction for tomorrow.

6. Forest or ocean?
Oddly enough, I had a chance to test my knee-jerk answer about ten days ago. I drove alone down to Santa Cruz and then north along California Rte. 1 -- a spectacular road along the ocean. Then I went inland through the towering redwood forests of the Santa Cruz Mountains, where I lived when I first moved west. The ocean was beautiful. The forest, the mountains -- they are home. I belong to them.

7. Dog or cat person?
Cats, and not just because I am allergic to dogs.

8. E-book or paper book? And why?
I'm in transition. I love paper books. The batteries don't fail, Amazon can't repossess them, my friends can borrow them, and they're always a topic of conversation. I own thousands, and my housemates own thousands. We're thinking of moving, to a smaller place, and that means letting go of a lot of them. But it's so much easier to carry a lot of books on an airplane if most of them are digital. I use an iPod Touch as an ereader, so I can literally have a library in my pocket. Also, the iPod lets me read under the covers at night without a flashlight. However, some books are not yet digitized and aren't likely to be. So I'll provavly go on owning (and preferring) many paper books but also reading on the iPod.

9. Favorite impressionist artist and/or artwork?
That's a toughie. Using the strict definition of Impressionist, I'd have to say Cezanne. Something about his landscapes in ochre and olive has always touched me -- then I came to California and saw landscapes like them, and was hooked. For an inidividual artwork, the Monet oak. Taking the definition a lot more loosely -- (19th century French painters), I like Courbet's lush landscapes and lusher nudes.

10. Best live musical performance you've ever been to?
Hmmmm. Eric Clapton? The Talking Heads? Joni Mitchell? The Grateful Dead? Richard Shindell? No, probably an outdoor summer concert of the Philadelphia Orchestra, where I heard Beethoven's Seventh Symphony for the first time.

11. If you could visit any country that you've never been to before, where would you go?
My foreign travel has been limited. I've only been abroad once: England -- for 10 days, 2 of them travel days, on my honeymoon in 1985. Because my allergies have become so severe, I can't go anywhere that they don't speak English. I'd like to see British Vancouver someday. I'd love to go back and see much much more of Great Britain.

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Friday, March 29th, 2013
7:53 pm - The Bio Meme: 23
You comment, I give you an age (please tell me how old you are, or risk having to time-travel to find out the answers) and you respond to the meme questions with what applied to you back then, and what's true now.

[personal profile] dorothean gave me 23. I turned 23 in August 1982.

This was a good year.

I lived in:
A tiny apartment in Philadelphia with oil-stained bright orange wall-to-wall carpet. I had my desk in an alcove off the galley kitchen. Through a small and rather crooked window, I could see the Art Museum. The front windows looked out onto 22d Street, just off Spring Garden. At that time, the neighborhood was only just beginning to be gentrified. I lived alone, as I almost always did until my marriage.

Now:
The last time I spent much time in the Philadelphia area was the week when I had norovirus after Wiscon. This is a real pity, because I still love Philadelphia.

I drove:
Nothing. I walked everywhere or took a bus or the subway or a SEPTA train. I didn't learn how to drive until the end of 1983.

Now:
In addition to a car, I use BART and sometimes MUNI.

I was in a relationship with:
Brian. An economist from LA. Not a long-distance relationship, either. I met him just after he'd moved to the city to take a new job.

Now:
Obviously not still together. The relationship ended after more than 3 years when I wanted a commitment and he didn't. I moved to Connecticut to make the severance stick. That's where (after four months) I met Billy; we married a year later.


I feared:
Doing something awful to camera-ready copy.

Now:
Home computers changed publishing. Camera-ready copy is no longer insanely expensive and difficult to replace. Hell, most of the time it's a digital file.


I worked at:
Temple University Press. That's where I learned my editing and book production trade.

Now: I still love publishing and would be glad to get a permanent job in it.


I wanted to be:
A writer and editor.

Now: I have the life I want.

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5:03 pm - The Bio Meme: 39
You comment, I give you an age (please tell me how old you are, or risk having to time-travel to find out the answers) and you respond to the meme questions with what applied to you back then, and what's true now.

[personal profile] elainegrey gave me 39. I turned 39 in August 1998. I recently did 45.

TW for lots of things. I swear not every year is a traumatic nightmare.Collapse )

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Wednesday, March 27th, 2013
4:35 am - Weird Moments in Pet Ownership
When I went to the bathroom a few minutes ago, I was surprised to see that a couple of the vanity drawers were partly open. I tried to close them, but they bounced back. Something stuck inside?

Then an unearthly yowl of despair and misery echoed through the bathroom. I looked around and saw no cats. I spun in a circle, searching for unhappy felines in the shower, behind the toilet, in the greenhouse window. Nothing.

Then I realized the sound was coming from inside the bathroom vanity.

Yes, Ivan the Scarable had opened the drawers, climbed in, slipped or jumped behind the drawers, and got stuck there.

No matter how I tugged or lifted, the drawers wouldn't come out of the vanity. Nor would he come out.

Finally I had to go wake the Kitty Mommy herself, [personal profile] housepet, who coaxed him out. He trusts her. She told me Bear had been waking her at half-hour intervals since 1:30 this morning. I bet he knew Ivan was trapped and was trying his best Lassie imitation.

What bizarre interspecies encounters have you had lately?

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Sunday, March 24th, 2013
7:55 pm - Memeliness: Age 45
How this works:
You comment, I give you an age (please tell me how old you currently are - I don't know all of your ages unfortunately) and you fill out the meme questions with what applied to you back then, and now.

[personal profile] belleweather gave me 45.


I lived in:
Deepest south San Jose with [personal profile] gramina and her husband and [personal profile] housepet, plus various cats. Gabriel, of course. Little Bit was still alive then. Simon may have been alive still. And then there was a kitten nicknamed the Microcat, a tiny black fuzzball smaller than a bow tie who used to sleep under my chin. These days he’s grown into his name, which is Bear. He’s 15 pounds of purr and muscle and iridescent black fur.

I drove:
A battered red Ford Ranger truck

I was in a relationship with:
[personal profile] pokershaman and [personal profile] gramina. Same as now.

I feared:
Sleep (lots of nightmares), losing my family (horrible car accident)

I worked at:
Finding a job (which I did that year)

I wanted to be:
A mother

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Monday, March 4th, 2013
6:15 am - Ann Bridge E-books
Some of Ann Bridge's books are now available as ebooks, and a few are on sale for $1.99.

This may interest [personal profile] oursin and a few others.

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Sunday, February 24th, 2013
3:30 pm - QOTD: Pat Cadigan
Don’t talk to yourself in such a way that if you did so to a friend, it would end your friendship.

If you had a friend dealing with the same things, you wouldn’t berate that person, say, ‘You’re not working hard enough,’ ‘You suck,’ or ‘You’re not as good as [whomever].’ You’d offer your friend encouragement, you’d try to point out all the things your friend did right, and how much progress your friend had made.

You should do no less for yourself.

Be very careful how you talk to yourself. Because *you are listening.*


--Pat Cadigan

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Tuesday, January 29th, 2013
6:44 pm - Be Careful What You Wish For
Or write about. This morning I was writing laundromat porn. Tonight in the hotel laundry room, I encountered a male stranger as I transferred my wet clothes from washer to dryer. Luckily, he wasn't an entomologist.

Also: I shared my tale with [personal profile] pokershaman, who seemed puzzled. "Let me get this straight. Your friend complained about bad porn set in a laundromat, and you wrote her some more?"

I admit it. I am not just perverted, I am perverse.

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Wednesday, January 16th, 2013
8:27 pm - The Wednesday Reading Meme
• What are you currently reading?

Nonfiction: My bedtime books these days are about baking, notably Rose Levy Berenbaum's Bread Bible and Peter Hamelman's epic Bread (second edition) both of which I recommend unreservedly. I'm finding Peter Reinhart's books (The Bread Baker's Apprentice, Whole Grain Breads) much too focused on how wonderful and famous he is and not sufficiently focused on the dough. The Hamelman book is telling me exactly what I need to know -- not just recipes, but how the underlying physical and chemical processes determine bread quality. Holiday gift from the estimable [personal profile] wild_irises, who also gave me Cheryl Strayed's wise, heartbreaking collection of advice columns, Tiny Beautiful Things.

Also [personal profile] oursin mentioned Alex Comfort's 1967 book, The Anxiety Makers, about the ways in which the medical profession has encouraged weird fears (sexual, fecal) so I ordered it from interlibrary loan. Delightfully snarky and also a bit scary, since we're going through another wave of everything-is-poisonous food anxieties.

Also Ian Pickford's book, Antique Silver; I do not have the money or desire to collect silver but I wanted to understand the development of flatware for the nineteenth-century novel I'm working on. (Obsessive? Me?) Seriously, the dinner table changed enormously during that remarkable century. Mostly it had to acquire much stronger weight-bearing members, because the simple flatware of 1812 multiplied into a monstrous array of luncheon forks, dinner forks, salad forks, lemon forks, oyster forks, pickle forks, fruit knives, fish knives, salad knives, meat knives, round-bowled spoons for clear soups, oval-bowled spoons for cream soups, tiny spoons for demitasse, medium spoons for tea, large spoons for dessert, small knives for dessert, and pierced spoons for berries and absinthe. Also multiple special serving tools for various types of food and carving forks with a kickstand. No, really.

• What did you recently finish reading?
Nonfiction: Cynthia B. Herrup, A house in gross disorder, which casts a completely different light on the infamous prosecution of the 2nd Earl of Castlehaven for rape and sodomy. Highly recommended.

Stephen Trombley, The execution protocol, a somewhat outdated yet vividly horrifying look at the execution industry in the US.

Jennifer Reese's delightful Make the bread, buy the butter. She spent several years testing which things are better homemade (home-grown), which can better be bought at a supermarket. Lots of recipes and some rueful anecdotes. The difference between her and Reinhart has a great deal to do with self-deprecation versus self-aggrandizement.

The full run of the Aubrey/Maturin novels -- second read for them all. Delightful but occasionally too painful to read.

The earliest and latest of P.D. James, which show both her great talent and her serious flaws. "Cover Her Face" is viciously classist. It reads like a defense for the killer. Also, I find it creepy that Adam Dalgleish picks up women at crime scenes. Isn't that unprofessional? Also, given that he was 40ish in 1963, when A Mind to Murder was published, he probably shouldn't be all excited about fathering another child 45 years later. Anyway, he dislikes children. OTOH, it was quite amusing to read Death Comes to Pemberly, her Pride and Prejudice fanfic, which reads like the hero is Adam Darcy or Fitzwilliam Dalgleish but makes a number of errors in Regency culture, Jane Austen lore, and basic storybuilding.

This sounds like I dislike P. D. James. I don't. I just find the great novels of her middle period (Shroud for a Nightingale, Death of an Expert Witness, and so on) far superior to her earliest and most recent work.


• What do you think you’ll read next?
The Compleat Boucher (SF and horror stories) and a compendium of four of his mystery novels. He's Ghost of Honor at FOGcon this year. Also, I adore his work. Looking forward to rereading some lovely old friends and discovering stories I've never read before.

What are you reading?

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Saturday, January 5th, 2013
11:37 am - How to Live with Your Depressed Partner
Captain Awkward tackles some very difficult situations. Trying to maintain a partnership with someone who is having mental health issues definitely counts. For me this advice is right on the nail. And I'm speaking from the standpoint of the depressed and ADHD partner.

I've suffered from near-lethal depression most of my life. This advice works for me. Yes, there are times I feel so profoundly incompetent at everything that I'd rather be dead. But for me, knowing someone else relies on me is actually helpful. What I wouldn't do for my own sake I will do for a partner or a friend. For me it's good to have obligations and even better to meet them.

I've already lost one friend over this, but truly, I think this advice is worth considering. I shared it with my partner, who was glad to see suggestions for handling the issue if I melt down when she tells me what she needs from me. It's useful to make the distinction between the depression and the person who has the depression.

I don't recommend this in all situations. Any advice needs to be tested, tried gently, modified to fit circumstance. But I am saying this is the wake of a memorably difficult year, in which I was suicidally depressed for a long stretch, then had to deal with a family member's attempted suicide, and then got slammed with hugely triggering news events that recalled the worst days of my own life while evoking idiocy and horror from the mass media.

I have been very far from well. But I have been doing my work in therapy, trying to take good care of myself, and trying to keep up my end of household chores. A week ago, we rejiggered the chore list; because everyone else is working and commuting, I now have more chores. But that feels fair to me. The change didn't come with accusations that I was lazy or with a lot of passive-aggressive repressed sighs. We discussed it like adults. We worked out what was fair. I am undoubtedly crippled by PTSD, ADHD, depression, allergies, asthma, and being short. None of those things are likely to change. But I still have responsibilities, and responsibilities are signs of my strength and my adulthood.

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Monday, December 24th, 2012
6:33 pm - The Annual Christmas Poem
Wherever you are, whatever you celebrate, may the turning of the year bring you renewed joy.

Toward the Winter Solstice

by Timothy Steele

Although the roof is just a story high,
It dizzies me a little to look down.
I lariat-twirl the cord of Christmas lights
And cast it to the weeping birch’s crown;
A dowel into which I’ve screwed a hook
Enables me to reach, lift, drape, and twine
The cord among the boughs so that the bulbs
Will accent the tree’s elegant design.

Friends, passing home from work or shopping, pause
And call up commendations or critiques.
I make adjustments. Though a potpourri
Of Muslims, Christians, Buddhists, Jews, and Sikhs,
We all are conscious of the time of year;
We all enjoy its colorful displays
And keep some festival that mitigates
The dwindling warmth and compass of the days.

Some say that L.A. doesn’t suit the Yule,
But UPS vans now like magi make
Their present-laden rounds, while fallen leaves
Are gaily resurrected in their wake;
The desert lifts a full moon from the east
And issues a dry Santa Ana breeze,
And valets at chic restaurants will soon
Be tending flocks of cars and SUVs.

And as the neighborhoods sink into dusk
The fan palms scattered all across town stand
More calmly prominent, and this place seems
A vast oasis in the Holy Land.
This house might be a caravansary,
The tree a kind of cordial fountainhead
Of welcome, looped and decked with necklaces
And ceintures of green, yellow, blue, and red.

Some wonder if the star of Bethlehem
Occurred when Jupiter and Saturn crossed;
It’s comforting to look up from this roof
And feel that, while all changes, nothing’s lost,
To recollect that in antiquity
The winter solstice fell in Capricorn
And that, in the Orion Nebula,
From swirling gas, new stars are being born.


"Toward the Winter Solstice" from Toward the Winter Solstice (Swallow Press/Ohio University Press, 2006, www.ohioswallow.com).

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Wednesday, December 19th, 2012
8:37 pm - QOTD: Muriel Spark
"I think it awful to contemplate a world in which there are only two supreme and luminously self-evident beings, yourself and your Creator.... For my part [a defrocked priest] is a self-evident and luminous being.... So are you, so is my lousy landlord, and the same goes for everyone I know. You can't live with an I-and-thou relationship to God and doubt the reality of the rest of life." -- Muriel Spark, Loitering with Intent

Quotation encountered while reading The Receptionist by Janet Groth, an uneven memoir of a girl's journey to strength and self-possession and a career as a college professor after 21 years as a receptionist at the New Yorker.

Another good quote I found in the book:

"We are all of us searching for a perfect family. Sometimes we substitute material things, but often in the friendships we form, the lovers we take, the mates we marry, we are arranging for ourselves the understanding mother, the good father, the loving brother and sister we yearn for, the things we missed in our own." -- Jane Groth's therapist's mentor

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Wednesday, December 5th, 2012
6:52 am - The Next Big Thing
Yes, I am still a writer. My alter ego has filled this out on her blog, too.


1) What is the working title of your next book?
Spinsters.

2) Where did the idea for the book come from?
Massachusetts.

3) What genre(s) does your book fall under?
Literary fiction, historical fiction, crime fiction.

4) What actors would you choose to play the part of your characters in a movie rendition?
All the gingers in Hollywood, plus Kathy Bates.

5) What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
A historical Gothic mystery Tarot deck.

6) Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
I'll send it to my agent.

7) How long did it take you to write the first draft of the manuscript?
I've been working on this book off and on for a decade, and I still don't have a completed first draft.

8) What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
Michael Cunningham's The Hours may come closest, or The Dictionary of the Khazars.

9) Who or what inspired you to write this book?
A lonely beleaguered orphan who loved animals.

10) What else about the book might pique the reader’s interest?
In addition to reading the book, you can tell fortunes with it.

So what are you writing these days?

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Wednesday, November 28th, 2012
6:17 pm - Bread Baking
The house is scented with today's batch of whole-wheat rolls. They should be out in 15 minutes, whereupon I will put them on the rack to cool. When I can't stand the anticipation one second longer, I'll rip one open, butter it, and eat with great enjoyment and some 3-year-old cheddar.

The challah braids I made for Thanksgiving were beautiful but heavy; today, working with fresh yeast, I realized they'd had no oven spring. Oops. The old yeast was inadequate.

I've been baking bread since I was ten years old, but I admit I've gotten out of practice lately. This is partly because I was too depressed to have energy or resources for anything but just getting through the day, partly because our oven is unreliable and runs insanely hot -- as much as 75 degrees more than the temperature gauge -- as well as being full of strange hotspots. That resulted in breads that were done on the outside and raw in the middle, which is far from desirable. Setting the gauge low made some difference; using heavy stoneware pans, moving them around the oven as needed, is fixing the rest.

I'm still searching for the ideal bread recipe for our household. [personal profile] pokershaman bakes superb sourdough in the style of San Francisco's Tartine Bakery, but my household members prefer something less crusty and softer-crumbed, while needing a bread with more whole grains. I'm working on it. I also appreciate any suggestions.

OK, it's out. It's tasty. It's much much better than the Thanksgiving braids. Let there be bread. Mmmmm.

In related news, we're entering the final few days of the Pampered Chef sale. Just go to http://Www.pamperedchef.biz/lesliepease, click Shop Online, and enter Lynn as host.

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Thursday, November 22nd, 2012
3:36 pm - Gratitude
Life is very, very good right now.

When I started this post, a week or more ago, I was sitting in a hotel somewhere near Los Angeles, while [personal profile] pokershaman was off doing his 52-card magic. I'd been listening to all kinds of good music -- from Vivaldi guitar concertos to Laura Nyro. I'd done some useful work. Dinner would be homemade chili: as I wrote, I was caramelizing purple Spanish onions. (Brought my own Calphalon everyday pan -- the pots and pans in these extended-stay places are flimsy.) Then the chili simmered to blend its flavors: onions and garlic, red and yellow peppers, cinnamon and chipotle, beef and beans. It was excellent, and the leftovers made great tortillas.

Lately I've been getting my kitchen mojo back: not just the courage and desire to cook anything other than ramen (and sometimes not even that), but the ability to taste a new recipe in my mind, to cook on the fly, to put together a week's worth of menus, to run a kitchen. Those are skills I learned when I was a child, and I never thought I'd lose them. Then for a long time I never thought I'd get them back. I'd broken where I was strongest.

Now I have a batch of whole-wheat challah in the oven for Thanksgiving dinner. In the morning I'll make stuffing, while [personal profile] housepet prepares the turkey and mashed potatoes. [personal profile] gramina already made mashed squash and cranberries in port. I'll probably make the green beans as well -- steamed or sauteed, probably. Maybe with slivered almonds.

The ability just to do something -- to have an effect in the world -- makes me rejoice. I haven't always felt that power, been able to exert that will. I'm so grateful I've found that again despite all the difficulties of this past year or two: cut for sorrows and horrorsCollapse )

The election news is also a cause for rejoicing. I feel like I can breathe now. I was pretty badly triggered by the GOP war on women. It's one thing to have reasoned political disagreements or even impassioned political disagreements. cut for politics of rapeCollapse ) Now that the electorate has rejected those policies, I can breathe a lot more freely.

So I am thankful that 53% of the country isn't as insanely conservative as most members of my family. Thankful that I have friends and chosen family, as well as my blood kin. Thankful that I'm coming out of this long dark tunnel. Thankful for love, life, challah dough.

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Thursday, November 15th, 2012
4:09 pm - Anyone Interested in Pampered Chef?
Pampered Chef makes excellent stoneware and other gourmet cooking goodies, and they sell it through home and now online parties. The quality is superb, the prices are reasonable, and it's an easy way to buy wintergifts for yourself and your cooking friends.

I'm having a a virtual Pampered Chef party from now to November 30. If you want an email invitation, please give me the appropriate email address in a comment. Naturally, all comments are screened.

Yes, I do get some money off my own purchase. Also, I've been using Pampered Chef stoneware for more than a decade, and it just gets better with age and use.

If you're curious, check it out here.

ETA Argh, weirdness with the site. I'm checking with the consultant. End date is November 30.

ETA No invitations needed! Just go to http://Www.pamperedchef.biz/lesliepease, click Shop Online, and enter Lynn as host. The show MUST say Your Host Lynn Kendall for them to get local shipping to you.

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Wednesday, November 7th, 2012
5:16 am - Thank You, Jesus
Now let's get to work.

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Tuesday, November 6th, 2012
6:32 am - Connections and Distractions
It's Election Day in the USA. Please vote if you're so qualified. As for me, I have voted, and I've got three very busy days ahead of me: today I have errands, therapy, a dental appointment in the city, and all on a few hours of sleep. Tomorrow I'm preparing for a trip to LA, which entails getting my oil changed, clearing out the car, packing things, and still more laundry (I did five loads yesterday and one already today). And Thursday I'll be on the road. So if the news is bad, I have things to distract me.

Here are some things to distract you.

Great interview with neurologist Dr. Oliver Sacks on hallucinations, his own brain quirks, W.H. Auden, and aging.

Retrocausality experiments coming soon. In the words of Jackson Browne, "The future's there for anyone to change. Still you know it seems it would be easier sometimes to change the past."

And speaking of complicated cause and effect: we're hooked on Once Upon a Time. We're watching the first season on streaming Netflix. Although we're only half a dozen episodes in, we are solidly addicted. Anybody else have that as a fandom? There are so many things I want to talk about.

What are you up to?

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Sunday, October 28th, 2012
10:56 pm - Frankenstorm!
To all my East Coast US friends and family: stock up, stay safe, have fun. Yes, I am feeling a little left out. OTOH, the Giants just won the World Series, so I don't have too much to complain about.

How would you prepare/are you preparing for a huge blizzard and a week with no electricity?

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Sunday, September 23rd, 2012
5:12 pm - The Kitchen Gadget Meme
Bold the ones you have and use at least once a year, italicize the ones you have and don't use, strike through the ones you have had but got rid of.

I wonder how many pasta machines, breadmakers, juicers, blenders, deep fat fryers, egg boilers, melon ballers, sandwich makers, pastry brushes, cheese knives, electric woks, miniature salad spinners, griddle pans, jam funnels, meat thermometers, filleting knives, egg poachers, cake stands, garlic crushers, margarita glasses, tea strainers, bamboo steamers, pizza stones, coffee grinders*, milk frothers, piping bags, banana stands, fluted pastry wheels, tagine dishes, conical strainers, rice cookers, steam cookers, pressure cookers, slow cookers, spaetzle makers, cookie presses, gravy strainers, double boilers (bains marie), sukiyaki stoves, ice cream makers, and fondue sets* languish dustily at the back of the nation's cupboards.


I've also had various food processors and currently am satisfied with a Cuisinart blender/food processor (one motor, two attachments). Long gone and much lamented are the rice cooker, hand-cranked ice cream maker, and standalone wooden-barrelled ice cream maker (these days I use an attachment on my KitchenAid). I got rid of a lot of stuff while leaving my husband.

I also have and use a silicone rolling pin, silicone rolling mat, silicone baking mat, many wire whisks, teapot, bread knives, chef's knives, fondue pot (great for desserts at dinner parties), etc.

Haven't used the meat hammer in a long time.

Swiped from cofax and heresluck.

What gadgets do you have and swear by? What gadgets are useless?

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Friday, September 21st, 2012
6:35 pm - International Book Week!
It's international book week. The rules: Grab the closest book to you, turn to page 52, post the 5th sentence. Don't mention the title. Copy the rules as part of your post.

"She move little closer, till she nearly touching my knees."

From a wonderful story.

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Monday, September 17th, 2012
10:09 am - Posthumous Access to Electronic Accounts
Lynne Thomas, curator of special collections extraordinaire, has a Question for the hivemind: posthumous access to electronic accounts.... One of my authors, Jay Lake, has terminal cancer. [NB: I'm not sharing anything here that Jay hasn't already done so via his blog.] I’m beginning to look at how best to handle electronic materials from social media and email accounts, specifically after the death of the account holder, as a result of working with him [more details here]. We are doing our best to navigate this together, while Jay still has the wherewithal to make decisions.

Has anybody handled this? [personal profile] oursin, is this within your purview?

This kind of topic is much in my mind lately, because of several recent events in my social circles. (Freaking important aside: Suicide is NOT A GOOD IDEA, people. Please. The amount of devastation it causes is far worse than the most depressed person can possibly perceive. If life is so wretched you need to escape from it -- something I understand from the gut -- there are less damaging solutions. Truly.)

Whether you're an archivist or not, how do you plan to handle emails, passwords, accounts, notification of friends, when you die or become incapacitated?

because I often work in coffee shops, my laptops are password-protected; in addition, I have a main password that when deployed correctly will give access to all my passwords in Firefox. And I tend to stay logged in to various sites. So my executors, as long as they have the laptop password, should be able to post to my various accounts and let people know I am gone. But I need to figure out a way to keep my passwords private for now, yet leave them available for my heirs. Any ideas?

(For the record, I am completely healthy and planning to live at least 40 years longer -- something I have the genes for, if a piano doesn't fall on me in the meantime.)

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Thursday, September 13th, 2012
1:57 pm - Not the last word on Readercon, but possibly the first
Pride & Prejudice & Readercon. By the amazing [personal profile] beth_bernobich.

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Saturday, September 8th, 2012
8:26 pm - The Few, The Proud, The Prescient
Four-part Memoirs from 2034 by [personal profile] housepet. Scroll down to see Part 1, and read them in order. Then register and vote.

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7:00 am - It Would Be Easier Sometimes to Change the Past
----My cell phone is irredeemably bricked. I've been without a phone for close to a week.


++++Luckily, it's less than a year since I got it and activated it.


--------------Unluckily, it was three days MORE than a year since I ordered it, and that's the date the 12-month warranty started.


++++++Replacement phone has been found, thanks to [personal profile] ookpik.


--------There's a lot of red tape between me and activation.


---------------Since I see my therapist over the phone, that has meant NO THERAPY.


+My missing therapy seems like a minor issue, relatively speaking.


----------------------------Because not having a working phone meant a long delay in learning some bad family news.


+Nobody's dead. (Knock on wood.)


--------------------------------------We won't know how bad things are, or how much worse they'll get, for several days.


++Maybe by then I'll have a cell phone on which to get the bad news.


---------------------------------------------Oh goodie. More bad news. This is not the kind of situation in which there can be good news. Just bad news and worse news. I'm sorry to be mysterious, but I'm not a frontline player in this particular disaster.


?????These days, the crises in my life generally result from other people's bad decisions or from the emotional stress of cleaning up my own past, not from my doing stupid things in the present. I can't tell if this is a good thing or not.


++We have a cat who likes to nap in a half-opened drawer. So cute to see that little head peeking over the rim.


Yeah, I'm reaching. Sue me.

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Friday, September 7th, 2012
6:00 pm - Joyful News
Because by God we need it.

ETA My apologies for the autoplay. Let me just provide a link.

Singing in a deep bass rumble:
Chelonians down in Flo-ree-da
Let my turtles go!

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Tuesday, September 4th, 2012
11:32 pm - Got an Old Credo Phone?
ETA Well, that was fast. Looks like I found one. Also, I realized that I can use Skype to make essential calls in the meantime. It will cost a little money, but that's ok.

Ain't technology grand?


My cell phone is now a brick. Unfortunately, it happened days -- just 4 days! -- out of warranty. My choices are to buy a new phone (expensive) or swap carriers (prohibitively expensive) or find a used or refurbished Credo phone. I've already searched Craigslist and ebay with no results. I've posted on local Freecycle lists. And now I'm asking you. Do you have one? Do you have a source for them?

Does not have to be a smart phone, but it does have to be a phone that originally came from Credo. Apparently they have Sekrit Software nobody else can provide.

I'd be happy to pay for the phone and shipping.

If I can't find one used, I'll end up buying the lowest-priced one. But yeesh, what a pain!

Thanks!

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Thursday, August 30th, 2012
5:56 pm - Happy Birthday, Dear Molly Ivins

I wish, oh how I wish, that Molly Ivins were here to cover the Republican National Convention. I want to hear her take on how they claim to be in favor of small business but banned independent souvenir vendors so they could garner all the sales for the campaign war chest. No, really.

She was funny, trenchant, smart, ferociously devoted to Texas and feminism and the ideals of the USA. Some of her best quotes:

<blockquote>Satire is traditionally the weapon of the powerless against the powerful. I only aim at the powerful. When satire is aimed at the powerless, it is not only cruel -- it's vulgar.

"I don't so much mind that newspapers are dying - it's watching them commit suicide that pisses me off.

When politicians start talking about large groups of their fellow Americans as 'enemies,' it's time for a quiet stir of alertness. Polarizing people is a good way to win an election, and also a good way to wreck a country.

There is no inverse relationship between freedom and security. Less of one does not lead to more of the other. People with no rights are not safe from terrorist attack.
 
It is possible to read the history of this country as one long struggle to extend the liberties established in our Constitution to everyone in America.

One function of the income gap is that the people at the top of the heap have a hard time even seeing those at the bottom. They practically need a telescope. The pharaohs of ancient Egypt probably didn't was a lot of time thinking about the people who build their pyramids, either.

I believe all Southern liberals come from the same starting point--race. Once you figure out they are lying to you about race, you start to question everything.

What you need is sustained outrage...there's far too much unthinking respect given to authority.

So keep fighting for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don't forget to have fun doin' it. Be outrageous... rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce. And when you get through celebrating the sheer joy of a good fight, be sure to tell those who come after how much fun it was!</blockquote>

How am I going to get through the next couple months? That's a serious question. I keep getting distracted with outrage and my own triggering. For months on end, we've been enduring a political attack on women's rights, on top of the nonstop rape/culture news from Penn State, the Catholic Church, and Readercon. I don't have much left to give.

How are you dealing with the election news? Any strategies I could adopt, other than not going online or listening to the radio until Thanksgiving?



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Wednesday, August 29th, 2012
11:38 pm - Job Openings in Computer Security in Santa Clara
Locals, are you one of these? Because Michele's company is hiring.
• Development Manager
• Java Client Developer
• .NET Client Developer
• UI Web Architect
• Perl Developer
• QA Manager
• QA Engineer
• Data Engineer
Ping me! She works for a fabulous company, and she can get your resume looked at.

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5:41 pm - A Breakfast Proposal
Over on Facebook, Josh Lukin suggested that we need a new product. I was inspired to create this commercial. (Slightly edited.) It's been ages since I did an ad parody.

ANNOUNCER: Focus Puffs Caffeinated Cereal, now with gingko biloba! The kickass, kickstart breakfast for the whole family.

MOM: "The caffeine wakes me up, the gingko blows away my brain fog, and the fiber scrubs my colon!"

KID: "Mom, Mom, we want some too!"

MOM: "Some what, Johnny?"

JOHNNY: "That wake-up cereal."

(Three half-dressed kids aimlessly wandering around each crunch a mouthful and converge on the kitchen table with sudden purpose.)

MOM: "And my kids with ADHD love it too. Remember the name--"

ALL YELL TOGETHER: "FOCUS PUFFS!"

ANNOUNCER: Better write that down.

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