May 23rd, 2011


[links] Link salad goes back to the work week

Prom Time — A gay friend talks about proms then and now. Moving.

Politey-tighty-whities — The cutline on this photo cracked me up hard.

Islands in the stream: The extraordinary homemade dams holding back the Mississippi as desperate residents try to save their homes

Microsoft Wants to Rule the White Spaces — Not typography, networking.

Birds vs. planes — Darren Naish on the biology of bird strikes.

Serena Williams’ Patriarchal Bargain — Sigh.

Is Anti-White Bias a Problem?A new study says whites think discrimination against them is a bigger problem than anti-black bias. Is this surprising? Sadly, this is not surprising. Sigh.

Former Palin aide pens tell-all — I knew who Palin was before McCain ever nominated her, because her petty corruption and generally weird behavior was a fairly regular feature of the political news cycle, though never headlines. The initial, apparently reflexive rush of some progressive feminists to defend her staunchly baffled me; so does her continued popularity with the Republican base.

Presidential pronouns, one more timeLanguage Log on yet another weird conservative obsession with Obama. This reminds of the conservative outrage over the Obama 'feet on the Oval Office desk' photo a while back, which was in no wise tempered by the existence of a nearly identical Bush 'feet on the Oval Office desk' photo that had never bothered anyone. Not even liberals. Confidential to GOP in America: all the manufactured outrages make your genuine outrages a lot harder to take seriously.

Charlatans and Cranks — Paul Krugman on GOP policies and politics. As usual, he's speaking from the reality-based wing of, erm, reality.

?otD: Do rainy days and Mondays always get you down?

Writing time yesterday: 0.0 hours (out of town lacrosse game)
Body movement: 30 minute stationary bike ride
Hours slept: 6.75 hours (fitful)
Weight: 232.6
Currently (re)reading: A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin


[photos|travel] The Russian fort on Kauai and an abandoned sugar mill

After leaving the Steampunk Dream House [ | LiveJournal ] behind, [info]the_child and I hove to in the town of Waimea. As you enter from the east, you pass the site of Russian Fort Elizabeth. I had no idea there was ever a Russian presence in Hawaii, but apparently the Russian-American Company had three sites to protect resupply ports for their American fleet and possessions.

The site is a lot more interesting to read about than to look at. No preservation work has been done, and the walls of the fort are in perilous shape. Still, we wandered around poking at construction equipment, graffiti, and, yes, chickens.

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Next up, driving into Waimea Canyon.

And as usual, more at the Flickr set.

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[cancer|personal] Hood River, digestion and me

Yesterday [info]the_child had her last lacrosse game of the season in Hood River, OR, a beautiful town that is a long way from here. They lost, but played well, on a field with a great sightline toward Mount Adams, which obstinately remained clouded, thus denying me any wonderful photographs of teen aged girls playing lacrosse with an enormous snow-capped volcano as backdrop.


So other than my morning walk and a couple of minor errands, I got pretty much nothing done. Especially given how exhausted I was when I got home. (Mother of the Child drove both ways.)

This is rather my own fault, because I'd taken an extended walk both Saturday morning (up and down Mount Tabor, a small, non-snow-capped volcano in the middle of Portland's SE side) and Sunday morning through various neighborhoods. I burned my own damned spoons, thank you very much.

The lower GI rebellions of Saturday weren't so bad Sunday, but by the time we got to the playing field in Hood River, I'd become stupidly hungry. Having brought only snacks with me, this was inconvenient. So I borrowed Mother of the Child's keys and drove her car into town looking for food. As I drove, I got hit with another round of intestinal cramps so intensely painful I was screaming and crying in the car, searching for a fast food restaurant or any place else with an easily accessible public restroom.

That was profoundly unpleasant, and put a certain tenor on the rest of the day.

Post-game, the girls had their end-of-season party in a pizza joint out there. I wasn't sure I'd have the energy to attend, but I did make it, and I'm glad I was able to do so. Came back and pretty much collapsed.

Now I've got a four-day work week, with chemo session two on Friday. I confess to dreading it. The vomiting and days-long nausea of the first session are really weighing on me. I'll discuss this with the oncologist, of course, and ask for both advice and for stronger anti-nausea drugs. On the plus side, I seem to be less mentally vague on FOLFIRI than I was on FOLFOX. The oxaliplatin of FOLFOX blew my brain out as soon as it hit my veins. The irinotecan of FOLFIRI flattens me badly and upsets my GI more, but it does less to my brain.

For now, the day. As ever.

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