September 18th, 2011


[links] Link salad sleeps the sleep of the undead

Space Opera Treasures — Sherwood Smith on some gems of the field.

The Most Racist Thing That Ever Happened to MeProminent African Americans recall painful and life-altering brushes with discrimination. Those of us who are, you know, white and stuff, really need to be a lot more aware of stories like these. And the million more stories of non-prominent people of color.

Largest dam removal aims to bring salmon back — This is a big deal in the Pacific Northwest.

Albert or Marilyn? — Very strange.

‘Heather’ is pushing 30Slacktivist Fred Clark on Evangelical bugaboos. Pretty funny, really. Also pretty sad.

Sinners In The Hand Of An Angry Columnist[T]he government has done immensely more to protect creditors, shareholders, and managers of major banks from the negative consequences of their sins than it’s done to protect bus drivers.

GOP presidential calendar threatened by rogue states — Frankly, our primary system is ridiculous. Why a bunch of Iowa corn farmers should set the agenda for a country over over 300 million people is beyond me. There’s no more special wisdom in Midwestern crops than there is in any other region or occupation or demographic.

Obama Tax Plan Would Ask More of Millionaires — The GOP, who have been waging unremitting class warfare on the poor and middle class since the days of Ronald Reagan, are naturally framing this as class warfare against the rich. Presumably their message control will hold as it has done so well these past decades. The Big Lie never dies, and neither does the psychological mechanism of projection.

?otD: How did you sleep?

Writing time yesterday: 1.75 hours (revisions to Kalimpura)
Body movement: 30 minute stationary bike ride
Hours slept: 8.5 hours (severely interrupted, plus napping)
Weight: 220.0
Currently reading: Inversions by Iain M. Banks

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[personal] Another page torn from the dream log

I had a very bad night last night with my GI, which meant I was awake or awakening a lot, and spent a fair amount of time in a hypnagogic state as well. This led to a series of linked dreams which had in common the presence of [info]elisem and the implication of [info]pnh and [info]tnh.

In the first act, I was in a hospital, or possibly a clinic setting. I had with me a medical fragile small child, whom I was trying to get in for a series of imaging tests. Mother of the Child had somehow dispatched me on this. No matter where I went in the facility, I was in the wrong place. Or I didn’t have the right records with me. Or the child with me didn’t have an appointment. Or I had to take her to see someone else first, for a referral. These are all classic anxiety dream elements, but it didn’t feel anxious to me within the dream state. Just sort of tedious, same-old same-old. Eventually this child and I ran into [info]elisem, who was there for tests of her own. She explained that the reason I was having so much trouble was that most of the hospital staff were having a cupcake festival, and took me to a common area where there were hundreds and hundreds of cupcakes in every imaginable size, color and style. We stood around, trying to figure out if we could get in line for some of our own.

In the second act, I was at a convention. The production budgets of my dreams apparently having been limited last night, it was in the same physical place as the hospital, except the place was now a combination hotel and mini-mall. A lot of people were dressed as Locutus of Borg, or in similar costumes at the intersection of steampunk and harder SF. I found a nice eyepiece from a vendor, but it didn’t have an actual eyeball — that needed to be purchased separately. I went around looking for an oculus of my own with increasing desperation. I knew I would not fit in if I didn’t have my own artifical eyeball. I blundered into a private sale [info]elisem was having, to the annoyance of her helpers and the other patrons, though she was gracious about it. She explained to me that she did jewelry pieces, not oculae, and really I would have to go somewhere else. She also offered me a cupcake.

In the third act, [info]elisem‘s private sale had moved to the courtyard of a farmhouse in the south of France. (Where in real life my mother is currently vacationing, and sending daily updates by email, just for context here.) There was also a combination of a small convention and fetish party being set up. I had the medically fragile child with me again, and for some reason was now very obsessed with making sure that we all had enough food to eat. Various doms and other practitioners were bringing me samples of their culinary wares, including a rather nice lamb teriyaki with sticky rice. No more cupcakes though.

What did you dream?

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[cancer] A very bad couple of days

Yesterday and last night were as awful in their way as the violent lower GI disturbances of Friday. Today (Sunday) isn’t promising to be a whole lot better, though things are a bit low key so far, so maybe I am being pessimistic.

On the plus side, H— took me and [info]the_child to the circus yesterday here in town. That was fun, in a sort of cultural-experience-I-don’t-need-to-repeat kind of way. It would have been more fun if I could have teleported from Nuevo Rancho Lake into my seat at Rose Garden and back again, as the logistics of getting in and out with 10,000 of my closest friends and their tiny children were a bit daunting. This was a small touring subset of the big circus, mostly animal acts and acrobats. Always interesting to see people pushing the limits of human achievement. And really, who knew you could train dromedaries so well?

As for the GI stuff, a few details for them what wants it.

Under cut for medical and digestive TMI
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