October 29th, 2011

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[links] Link salad is with the high command

Alma Alexander announces the publication of the anthology River — In which I have a story, a brief post-apocalyptic piece set in the Columbia gorge.

Mountain Shadows

Police Actions and Media Coverage of Occupy Wall Street

Occupy Wall Street: Outing the Ringers

The Rage Of A Privileged Class — Ta-Nehisi Coates on the politics of NYPD. [info]pnh with more on this at Making Light.

Oh How They Loved Sarah Palin — A little restrospecitve on the Right Wing commentariat's love feast for the First Grifter.

Paul Ryan, Defender Of The Safety NetThe GOP thinks that conservatives are eager to develop a self-image of themselves as the real friends of the poor. From the part whose candidates consistently call the poor lazy leeches and undercut every effort to help them. Hypocrisy much, Rep. Ryan? Slackivist with more on this, in detail.

?otD: Can you hear me running??




10/29/2011
Writing time yesterday: 0.0 hours (chemo fatigue)
Body movement: none (on the chemo pump)
Hours slept: 11.25 hours (solid overnigt plus napping)
Weight: 221.0
Currently (re)reading: Moving Pictures by Terry Pratchett

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[personal] Burning down the house

Yesterday afternoon during one of my chemo naps — I'm on the pump this weekend and sleeping a lot — I had a brief, laughably symbolic dream. I was home in a dream version of Nuevo Rancho Lake. I was on the chemo pump, and half the house had burned down. It was still smoldering, in fact. Mother of Child was scolding me for having the place in such a mess. I asked her if I could wait until I was off chemo and the ashes had cooled before cleaning up.

It's a pop truism that one's home symbolizes one's line in dreams. Well, that's my life under cancer, all right. Half burned down and still smoldering. And me on the pump, well, I guess that symbolizes me on the pump. MotC scolding me is my subconscious telling me to cut it out and get my life in order. My asking her to wait is me saying not yet, I can't do it now.

Ah, cheap pop psych symbolism. Heh. Surely my subconscious can do better than this.

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Chemo session 9, day 1 - FOLFIRI

Yesterday was day, which began earlier than normal due to the vagaries of the appoint making process. Which is fine with me, because then I come off the needle earlier on Sunday. [info]tillyjane is my primary caregiver this weekend. H— came over with a CD of La Planète Sauvageimdb ] which made for some very strange viewing when one's brain is scrambled on drugs.

Today, another quiet day in the offing. Yay for anti-nausea drugs.