Book log: year 30

Oct. 21st, 2017 09:18 pm
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Yes, that's right, I made it out of my twenties.  I consider this an actual achievement and not at all a foregone conclusion.  I don't at all understand people who are freaked out about hitting 30.  I actually feel like a semi-adult by now (only 17 years after leaving home for the first time, hah.) 

As always, I tally the books I read in this most recent trip around the sun.  This year I read a paltry 20 books.  So shamed of myself.  *sadface*  I also look at several of these and think, "Wait, I read this in the last year?  Surely it must have been longer ago than that."

For posterity, the list below the cut:
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In which pride goeth before a fall

Oct. 21st, 2017 09:44 pm
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Why did I SAY those THINGS? I said the majority of stress for this work-year was over, I said I was heading into a quiet quarter at work. Why did I not take seriously the ominous signs of a) having been happy with my management chain for a whole year and b) the pending promotion, rendering me ripe to be shoved into a new situation by a sardonic universe just when I'm uncomfortable at level?

On Monday I celebrated my 10-year anniversary, on Tuesday I found out one of my middling-senior team members wants to transfer out (okay, I had warning, but it meant I had to spend time starting to recruit), and on Wednesday I found out my director's team is being ripped in half for shitty corporate reasons and I'll have a new grandboss. For the sixth time in just over five years, with another one coming for sure because we're not in a stable place (reporting straight to a VP... for the nonce). Soon I will explain what my team does and why it does it, cross all my fingers and toes that this management chain thinks I'm performing at level, and tell a partially different calibration room why it is that my folks perform at their levels.

Oh! And my sister-in-law is visiting. She arrived the same day that the reorg news broke.

In my grumpiness, I turned the entire universe into paperclips by playing this little browser game. So satisfying. Go ahead, try it... you won't get sucked in or anything.

{{{evil laughter}}}

My brag shelf

Oct. 21st, 2017 06:42 pm
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Every author has one: a shelf (or six, depending upon who you are) full of the books that one has either written or has stories in. I have one. Mine includes anthologies I've been in and I've edited, as well as magazines my work has appeared in as well. It came down as part of the house redecoration project. I have a new location for it. I look at those books and I just don't care anymore. I mean . . . I do care, but it's not vital that I have them out there. Like, I feel like, big deal. When did I stop caring about being a writer? Was it within the last 2.5 years, when everything changed so dramatically, when I nearly died, when my love and I lost each other, when everything fell apart? I look at my shelf and I think, is this it? Does it matter? I want it to. I . . . don't know how to make it matter anymore.

G-d, I'm so sad. C's death yesterday is part of it but not all. Maybe it's the return of the rain. Maybe it's another year when, at work, we asked management specifically not to schedule the big two-day meeting in the week before our biggest release of the year and they do anyway; talk about not feeling heard.

I should probably have dinner. Food could help. Yes.

head medicine

Oct. 21st, 2017 06:46 pm
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The Source feat. Candi Staton (Now Voyager mix 2006)

76F - 55F : Sunny

Oct. 21st, 2017 08:52 pm
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This morning started out a little rough. I rolled out of bed half an hour late. Then I went to the new parking lot for zoo employees and volunteers, and I couldn't figure out where it was. The only lot I found was being barricaded off by someone else's car. I wound up deciding to go to the Cherokee lot that we're not supposed to park in anymore. It was better than no-showing, right? So I got there, and I checked in with Sarah who asked if I had parked in the new lot. I was like "I tried, but I couldn't find it" she was like "it's okay, I was actually going to seek you out to tell you this since you're my only disabled volunteer that if you have handicap plates you can still park in the Cherokee lot." lol All that stress this morning for nothing. Although admittedly it may be better to park in the lot with a shuttle than have to walk in from street parking. Unless the shuttle is small and cannot take my walker? IDK.

Today was Boo at the Zoo, at which there is music, activities for kids, and trick or treating. I was responsible for passing out candy to kids who came trick or treating to my seat. Can I just say, what happened to "Trick or Treat?" More kids came up and said, "Can I have some candy please?" than actually came up and said "Trick or Treat." Although the most frequent response to seeing me was to open their candy bag and stand there silently. I gave each kid one piece of candy, and the ones who said, "thank you" got two although it very rarely actually happened. But good manners should be rewarded so if a kid said thank you unprompted I gave them extra candy. At least until the candy nazi came and sat beside me. She wouldn't even give kids another piece of candy if they'd already gotten candy from me. She was like "Just one!" I was like "bitch, did you buy the candy? (no, she was a volunteer) it's halloween. Give the kids their sugar rush." We wound up having plenty of candy, so there was no reason to be stingy.

Anyway, this was a lot of fun and I didn't even look at my watch until 2pm (it ran 11:30-3). I thought it was supposed to run until 3:30 but they shut down at 3, and I left. I got home and Kevin said Todd, Tara's husband, had been by to put up blinds, but they were the wrong size. I'm not sure how this has happened to him twice since he did measure, but whatever. Then around 4, Tara, Todd, and Todd's daughter showed up. Todd and his daughter moved the trash to the curb so they can more easily pick it up when they get a truck, and then built my bookshelf. Tara cleaned the kitchen. I talked to Tara while she cleaned. You guys, Tara cleaned the stove, and now it turns on all by itself without a match! Apparently all it needed was to be cleaned! I can cook all by myself now! This thing hasn't worked since before we moved in.

Todd and Tara left a bit after 7, and I went to take a shower.

Did I tell you guys how the infants I worked with when I worked at a preschool are graduating high school this year? Yeah, I feel old. lol. That was my first college job. Before I even had an LJ.

Also, my parents did end up extending an invitation to Klepto to come to our Thanksgiving. So that was nice of them :)

Xalapa Dos

Oct. 21st, 2017 08:33 pm
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      . . . . We have returned from five hours in the Xalapa - Veracruz Museo de AntropologíaWe had not only one, but two, private guides, one of whom speaks some English -- this is what she is studying at university -- and the other a Ph.D. student in the cultures of this part of Mexico.  They were splendid.   Patriciá was with us as well. Among other things, having these three people taking us through these eras of pre-Columbian and Spanish Mexico meant Ned and I were treated to many unofficial legends and lore that they have received from their own parents and grandparents -- these three were each a descendant of one of these indigenous cultures.


Our little group of five were totally fluent in Spanish with the exception of myself. Yet, sometimes it took all five of us, including me, to come up with the correct word in Spanish and English to express a meaning, particularly of everyday objects and practices. We enjoyed ourselves immensely.  I'm sure they did enjoy themselves as much as we did, because it was five hours and nobody was in the least obligated to be there for five hours.

 

One of the Olmec Great Heads which  date from at least before 900 BC and are a distinctive feature of the Olmec civilization of ancient Mesoamerica.  There are 17 of them; this museum has 9.  This one is known both as #1 (numbered in order of their recovery) and as it was the first one found, The King.  The stone is basalt, which comes from a long distance away from the region where the heads have been dug out. It weighs many tons.

The flat nose is a reflection of the jaguar's nose - face, which animal is of multiple significations of intensity including divinity, and which flows through all these cultures throughout the millennia
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The museum itself is one of the most beautiful I've ever been in. It's built over a site that was an indigenous village when Cortés arrived, with burial sites, the pyramid, etc. of one of the subject groups of the Azteca. The architectural design deliberately suggests one of these edifices. There are those who claim to feel the power that still remains not only in the contents of the building, but what is under the ground. The museum is so elegantly and intelligently arranged that we go from the earliest eras up through the arrival of the Spanish in chronological order, and are able this way to see the continuations of the cultures across the millennia.


It was a miracle that my back was able to do this.  Fortunately, having private guides who were enjoying themselves, there were no objections to stopping so we could all sit and rest our feet and other parts, while the guides continued giving us stories, histories, legends and instruction.  That was how I managed.  But o do I hurt now!


Patricá, el V and I had lunch in a northern African Mediterranean restaurant afterwards.  Even el V was dragging his tail hard after this marvelous day.  We came back to our neighborhood.


Calle des Diamantes


El V picked up his suit and then we went through the calle des diamantes to look at the jewelry in this long outdoor market.  This being Saturday, all was packed.  But generally the streets and brick and mortar stores are always filled with real people, really interacting with each other and many material objects from roasting corn to be made into masa, and then into tacos! tortillas! and so many other things that are good to eat! to reading newspapers and discussing the contents (as can be imagined, the crisis de Espana and Catalonia is much in people's minds).


What is the most wonderful about being here is the presence of things, from flower markets, husking corn, people talking with each other, playing board games, card games, so many activities, recreational as well as work, that take place in real space and time -- not as pixels.  People have wifi -- many, many public wifi areas (so different from the USA) -- at home, at work, etc.  They have smart phones.  But they are not consumed by them -- at least so far.  They are not living in the internet online-order-and-deliver culture.  The sheer pleasure of stores, filled with attractive goods, good that are necessary to a smoothly running household, adequately staffed by interested, professional people -- the street as economic driver and social, political and cultural space!


Calle Enriqui, the cathedral.  One of its two towers was destroyed by lightening early in the 19th century -- twice.  so there remains only one tower, the people of Xalapa taking it as a sign to leave well enough alone.  Above the cathedral, in a men's shop two doors down from a Sears (!), el V found his suit.  Some distance up from the cathedral is our Hotel Clare Luna.


I have been missing this so much in the post digital age that is NYC and our neighborhood.  


Our neighborhood is packed with pedestrians and traffic, but this density is meaningless, for most of them neither live there nor work there -- they don't even live in the country.  Oddly, here, I revel in the density of pedestrian traffic, because these are the people who live and work there, and it has meaning.


We have at least been able to carve out neighborhood for us long-time residents along with St. Anthony's and some of the long time businesses such as the Bistro, but generally, it's just -- nada.  Tourists and those who extract their money and that's that.  No culture, so social life, no civil life.  I just hate it. 


In Xalapa, meaning still seems to exist among the younger generations as well. It goes on every day, all day, late into the night.  The amount of night life here, even beyond the cantinas, taco places, restaurants -- high end, low end -- theaters, movies, music -- is tremendous.  By the way, bookstores everywhere!  People sitting and waiting, like Patricá when we have to have meetings, reads a real book.  She doesn't have to -- she's got her smart phone, etc.  (I too read a real book when sitting around waiting.)


We saw it in Mexico City, the few hours we had between getting into the hotel and having dinner, and going to bed.  In the restaurant where we had our dinner, the young hipsters (it was one of those hipster heaven nabes), we were by far the oldest people there.  The other tables were people discussing politics and literature, playing -- monopoly! -- playing cards, playing games that I had no idea what they were, singing and occasionally getting up to dance. 


Like people in Xalapa and all over Mexico do, we take taxis all the time.  The drivers insert themselves into the conversation as a matter of course.  They like to talk. They seem all to speak English, as they seem to have been either born in the USA or lived there for a long time.  They all seemed to work more than one job in the US, had their own businesses and so on.  But all that entrepreneurial energy, that produced taxes for the public good and paid into our social security has gone back to Mexico, where their contributions and spirit may well transform their country into a global powerhouse, while we, with our mean ugly exclusive spirit goes broke while the obscenely wealthy appropriate whatever is left.  Nor is it only Mexicans that the USA is doing this to.  We are cutting our own gdded throats.


Tonight, we're supposed to be taken out by one of the people who has brought us to this festival, to visit an old school pulquería - cantina.  Popular street culture, el V wants, where he can hear Mexican music.  So far -- blues (the international hipster choice), jazz, etc., but no local Mexican music has been heard by him.  


Tomorrow is going to be another long day, as we drive to Veracruz, tour the castle fortress and look at various slave ship markets and other historical locations.
 


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As Susan Tschudi, marriage and family therapist and author of Loving Someone with Attention Deficit Disorder, would explain to me....ADHD is basically an allergy to boredom.


....ahahaha this is EXACTLY how I have been describing myself most of my life ("low boredom threshold," "I need a book going to calm down and think," "allergic to boredom," "if I get bored I will get in trouble"). Haha! //cries

(Yeah the treating the ADD thing has kind of gone by the wayside because I was on Vyvanse!, and Vyvanse! was motherfucking expensive and seemed to peter out, and they were also all hassling me about my blood pressure ((which is FINE)) and then a later doc terrified me about being overweight and taking stimulants and heart failure. sigh. I dunno. It also seemed to kind of set off my hypomania. On the other hand I've been napping every three hours again so....)
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Woohoo! [community profile] femslashex reveals have happened. And I wrote Missy! Of course I did. (I'm really having a lot of fun with Missy at the moment, even if most of it is still in WIP form.) Anyway, here's the story I wrote:

Title: Finding Forward
Pairing: Thirteenth Doctor/Missy
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "Forging blindly ahead is a well-honed strategy of mine," the Doctor admitted wryly. "I can do that any day. Now, forward? That's proven a bit more difficult, you see."
A/N: Many thanks to [personal profile] fluffyllama for being there for me at the last moment. ♥

Originally posted here at AO3.

Finding Forward )

My FemslashEx story

Oct. 21st, 2017 05:18 pm
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I had tons of fun with FemslashEx, and highly recommend browsing the archive.

My recipient was [personal profile] iknowcommawrite aka Scioscribe, who wrote me two lovely Treats last Yuletide! FemslashEx allows prompts for original fiction, and this is the prompt I wrote for:

Female Revolutionary/Princess

Class issues, identity porn, loyalty kink, and compromised principles: hell yeah. I think ideally I would like this one in a fantasy world, but I’m open to other possibilities. I’d love to see about any variation on this I could think of. Is the revolutionary undercover in the palace, getting ready to overthrow the monarchy while falling for the princess? Is the princess on the run from the revolution, disguising herself, and falling in amongst the rebels? Do either of them begin to rethink their principles or their policies? Is the revolutionary agitating in the open, and the princess is intrigued by her radical ideas? Other things I’m totally here for: wearing a crown while being thoroughly debauched by a revolutionary, hurt/comfort, kneeling, undressing from gowns and corsets, and virgin princess/experienced revolutionary.

Isn't that great? I found it very inspiring.

I wrote Burn, an epistolatory exercise in Ultimate Identity Porn. The revolutionary hides her face to conceal her identity. The princess silences her voice to preserve her purity. They know each other. And they don't...

Celluloid Hero chapter update

Oct. 21st, 2017 05:07 pm
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Celluloid Hero (43914 words) by gwyneth rhys
Chapters: 9/?
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Golden Age Hollywood Actors
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bette Davis, John Garfield, USO Tour Dancers (Marvel), Original Characters, Barbara Stanwyck, Gene Tierney, William Powell, Cary Grant, Randolph Scott, Jack Warner, Delmer Daves, Ida Lupino, Hedy Lamarr
Additional Tags: Golden Age Hollywood, Hollywood Canteen, World War II, The Star-Making Machinery, Propaganda, someone's going to get his V-card punched, and by someone I mean Steve, Letters, Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, First Motion Picture Unit, Pining Steve, Period Typical Everything


In which Steve has to cope with the terror of his first screen kiss, gets assigned to make sex hygiene films, and finds out his idols have feet of clay.

Alien 3 thought

Oct. 21st, 2017 05:08 pm
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As much as I like Alien3 (not least for its complete refusal to suck James Cameron's kneecaps), I would've totally dug an alien-free sequel in which Ripley finds herself working to re-adapt to a civilization 70 years past the one she left to join the Nostromo's crew, driving load lifters, dealing with her memories, and working to be a single parent for her (not legally) adopted daughter.
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  • Bloomberg notes that the people and businesses leaving London for the EU-27 will enjoy lower rents.

  • DW reports on potential British interest in joining NAFTA, if Brexit talks with the EU collapse entirely.

  • The remarkable Bombardier deal with Airbus may yet save the Canadian company from American tariffs. Global News reports.

  • Global News takes a look at the provinces and economic sectors in Canada to be hit hardest by the end of NAFTA.

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  • The area of Humber River Bay may yet be radically transformed by the development of the vast Christie's site. The Globe and Mail reports.

  • Torontoist notes how the City of Toronto is starting to let apartment dwellers know if they might die in a disastrous fire like Grenfell.

  • Wired reports on the vast Google plan to make not just Quayside but the entire waterfront a high-tech prototype.

  • TVO's John Michael McGrath argues that the city does not need Google to design good neighbourhoods.

  • Apparently many people are escaping the Toronto affordable housing crisis by moving into vans. The Toronto Star reports.

Happy Birthday, [personal profile] editrx!

Oct. 21st, 2017 07:35 pm
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(Adjust numeral on cake as appropriate.)

Eva's party was a blast

Oct. 27th, 2017 07:23 pm
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She went to laser tag with 7 friends - damn, that's a long trip by bus! - and they loved it. One friend, who is diabetic, went in with a fairly high sugar count. Her mom showed me the tracker app on the phone a few minutes later - in at a high count, and it just plunged with all the running around.

The pizza and cake were both adequate, if not delicious - whatever, the kids were too hyped to care. The candles I got that advertised multi-colored flames really worked. OMG. They were just too cool. Everybody had fun, nobody got injured, and isn't that what you want in a party?

And then on the bus ride home Ana and Eva absolutely slammed the opposition in a friendly, respectful dialog* on the subject of abortion. So, yeah.

* It really was friendly and respectful, if a bit loud.

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Oct. 21st, 2017 04:26 pm
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Planning to see Blade Runner 2049 tonight, as a respite from studying. Odd, to think I may be doing this- seeing movies in theaters- regularly again soon.
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