April 28th, 2010


[links] Link salad will never go back to Arizona

The release of the opera in 2000Vintagraph with an 1882 vision of air travel in the year 2000.

Foreign Accent SyndromeLanguage Log on one of the weirder (and dodgier) phenomena around head injuries.

We Have Met the Enemy and He Is PowerPoint — (Via The Edge of the American West.)

Two Lumps and Doonesbury take on the rhetoric of the Tea Party — When the comic strips are making fun of the arrant nonsense of your position, maybe it's time to rethink.

?otD: What's so conservative or patriotic about making people show their papers?

Writing time yesterday: none (chemo brain)
Body movement: 30 minute stationary bike ride
Hours slept: 8.75 (solid)
This morning's weigh-in: 231.0
Yesterday's chemo stress index: 4/10 (fatigue)
Currently (re)reading: Witches Abroad by Terry Pratchett


[cancer] To sleep, perchance to fricking sleep some more

Monday night, after three nights of deep sleep, I experienced massive sleepfail. This meant Tuesday, normally my best writing day of the week, was a wipeout. I went to bed at 7 pm last night, and stayed there til 4:45 am. I hate how this eats my time, but I need the rest more than anything. Ah, sweet Lorazepam, thy blandishments sustain me even now.

Also, lower GI went on strike Monday and most of yesterday, which didn't help anything. Definitely back at work now, as today appears to be Shedding Day.

Four more, four more, then I am free.


[conventions|repost] JayCon X

Mark your calendars now. In celebration of my natal anniversary, JayCon X, my 10th annual 37th birthday party, will be Saturday, July 3rd, from 2 to 5 pm at the Flying Pie in SE Portland. Come help me celebrate both my birthday and my successful completion of six months of chemotherapy in late June.

We're partying because I was born, and because I will have beat cancer. Again.

Flying Pie Pizzeria
7804 SE Stark Street
Portland, 97215
(503) 254-2016
[ Google Maps ]

As is traditional for JayCon, Paul Carpentier is specifically not invited.


[politics] Dear Arizona

Dear Arizona,

I am a proud immigrant to these American shores. My nth grandfather Lake arrived in North America in the mid-seventeenth century via Guilford, Connecticut from England. He did not have papers, he did not have a visa, and he certainly was looking for work. My family wandered across colonial and national borders, moved to the territories and to the Republic of Texas, and eventually back to the United States in the fullness of time. Always without papers, or a visa, always looking for work. Every single Arizonan who is not a tribal member is just as much an immigrant as I am. Even the tribes are, along their different path of history.

So the next time you ask someone for their papers, my dear Arizona, fall down on your knees and thank your petty little shriveled soul that no one was doing that to you when you were new, hungry and poor.

No love,

Jay Lake, proud immigrant American