January 16th, 2010


[links] Link salad tries to make a good impressionism

This week, Tor.com ran a pair of collaborative stories by me and kenscholes, with an accompanying article by calendula_witch and an art blog post from Irene Gallo. The stories: "The Starship Mechanic" and "Looking For Truth in a Wild Blue Yonder"

Post a Story for HaitiCrossed Genres hosts a writerly fundraiser for Haiti. My piece is here: [ jlake.com | LiveJournal ]

I nominated @MatchesMalone for a Shorty Award in humor — He's a very funny guy on Twitter. If you Tweet, check him out, as well as other possible Shorty nominees.

Contagious cancer: The evolution of a killer — Some fascinating stuff here, even if you don't share my particular focus on this issue. Among other things, story fodder for you writer types.

The physics of space battles

Voice of the ancients — Hahahahahahahaha. Hippie nonsense. Hahahahahahahaha. This is hilariously snarky.

"Cheating on your wife is a deal breaker for Republican voters -- but only if you're a Democrat." — Ah, yes, the vaunted intellectual and moral consistency of American conservatives.

Making out is its own reward — Roger Ebert on, among other things, the history of college sex. (And though it's not his point, the piece also presents a very clear example of why people like me tend to assume sheer bugfuckery is the default position of conservative thought.) Ebert is a hell of a writer, how did I not know about him all these years?

Into the ClosetA question now is whether the opponents of same-sex marriage can plausibly claim, as their court papers have sought to do, that they face threats to their lives and property comparable to those faced by civil rights workers in the Deep South in the 1950s and 1960s. Ah, the conservative cult of victimization. People working assiduously to victimize others, who then try to claim their own rights are imperiled. Um, no. Sorry, conservative America. Could you at least pretend to stand up for your beliefs, especially while cramming them down the throats of an unwilling nation? And yes, I suppose it's progress when conservatives are self-aware enough to be ashamed of their bigotry instead of proud of it. (Thanks to Scrivener's Error.)

?otD: Manet or Monet?

Body movement: 60 minute suburban walk
Hours slept: 6.0
This morning's weigh-in: 226.2
Currently reading: Bangkok 8 by John Burdett


[personal|cancer] Another mixed update

Last night was pretty bad. Lower GI distress got significantly (and very unpleasantly) out of control. I have the right meds for that, but they cause other problems, so I'm perhaps too slow to take them when needed. Which I did, eventually. I feel mostly okay this morning, so I'm proceeding with the weekend plans.

scarlettina and I are packing up soon to have breakfast with my parents, then drive to Seattle. A small party this afternoon. Tomorrow I'll go visit shelly_rae, and stay with her a couple of days, taking the train home Tuesday. Dinner with a friend Tuesday night, calendula_witch arrives Wednesday, then chemo infusion number two next Friday, six days from now.

I am still tired a lot, and sleepy, but I'm slowly chivvying my sleep hours down toward normal. I'm not getting nearly the mileage out of my waking hours I would in ordinary health, but still I walked an hour yesterday, and wrote almost two hours! Wore myself out doing it, though.

On this morning's walk I was briefly, and politely, questioned by a police officer. I'd forgotten my reflective vest, which I'm pretty sure is universal code for "not a thug", because no self-respecting meth head or housebreaker would be wearing one, so I was walking in a black hoodie and black shorts. On the flip side, I was wearing the varicolored hat deborahjross knitted me, and the red scarf the_child knitted me. Not your usual crimewear.

More to the point, I am white and well-spoken. Being (relatively) tall and pale-haired/pale-eyed doesn't hurt either. But I'm not the least bit ignorant of the fact that as soon as the officer saw my face and heard my voice he relaxed. That's white privilege on the hoof, bluntly. Not having to show my ID or justify myself in detail for wandering around empty streets at 4 am in dark clothes.

For whatever it's worth, I was friendly and polite to the officer, and wished him a nice, safe morning. And as a resident of this neighborhood, I'd just as soon he did examine suspicious characters. I don't think I'm suspicious, but anyone wandering around in the rain at 4 am is a bit odd, frankly. I plan to call the police non-emergency number and thank them for the safety check, because I figure all they ever hear is bitching, so it might be nice to have a pleasant call for a change.

I mostly have part 2 of the pink unicorn post sorted in my head. It makes me realize there may be a part 3. I want to get that right, so not rushing that out this morning. And of course, every time I think about this topic, I have forty other things I want to say. Why didn't I become a talk show host or something?

Off to get ready for my weekend. You all play nice.


[personal|cancer] A wrap on the day

All in all, a good day. scarlettina and I had breakfast with my parents at Bob's Red Mill, accompanied by the_child. Bob his own self was a couple of tables over, but we didn't bother him. The drive up to Seattle was much easier than expected, both weather and traffic wise. Party this afternoon was lovely, and I got to see the lushly appointed residence of markbourne and e_bourne, as well as seeing a number of old friends.

Home to Chez scarlettina after that, with much talkage and Chinese dinner. In the morning, we're breakfasting with shelly_rae and (hopefully) her brother, then I'll head over to her place to play network engineer and suchlike.

Collapse ) Frankly, scarlettina is putting up with more than a human should have to, tonight.

Zonking out soon, but I'm glad I made the trip.