August 19th, 2012

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[links] Link salad's enemies walk free

Judging a Book by its Cover — Shannon Knight on cover art, including my novel Green.

Big Bang, Big Boom — A real cool stop motion animated graffiti art video. (Thanks to [info]willyumtx.)

Ancient Havens of Reflection and Renewal‘Chinese Gardens,’ at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The curator mentioned in this story, Maxwell Hearn, is my (step)mother's cousin. (Thanks to Dad.)

Magic 'Pixie Dust' made from pig bladders helps 'regrow' limbs of wounded soldiers — (Thanks to [info]melissajm.)

Don't tear down that wall! — Roger Ebert on Church and State.

‘Inerrancy’ is not a victimless crimeSlacktivist Fred Clark on Christianist idiocy.

Why the Family Research Council is a hate group — Because hate is a family value for so many American Christians.

?otD: Is every prison yet blown to dust?




8/19/2012
Writing time yesterday: 0.5 hours (WRPA); plus convention time
Body movement: 2 hour suburban walk
Hours slept: 5.0 (solid, !)
Weight: 235.6
Currently reading: The Essential Engineer: Why Science Alone Will Not Solve Our Global Problems by Henry Petroski

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[food|photos] Lunch at Deschutes Brewery

This past Friday, Lisa Costello, [info]the_child and I went to Deschutes Brewery Portland Public House. This is where Jersey Girl in Portland works as a professional line cook.

It was fun to see her in operation, and the food was excellent. [info]the_child rocked the phone cam.

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As usual, more at the Flickr set.

Photos © 2012, Joseph E. Lake, Jr. and B. Lake.

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[cancer] Going splat

Yesterday was tough. I took Lisa Costello to the airport early. Seeing her leave made me sad. I saw H— in the morning, then had lunch with [info]mlerules and a friend of hers before hitting GEAR Con. Finally I came home and spent some time with [info]the_child.

Almost the entire day, I was filled with dread, depression and anger. The new cancer diagnosis has really gotten to me in a way that even the previous diagnoses did not do. This is a combination of the terror of another horrible round of chemotherapy and my continued processing of my sharply increased mortality risk. This is not a terminal diagnosis, but the third metastasis kicks me into much higher risk category that strongly indicates a limited lifespan. One of my oncologists actually referred to the possibility of a "miraculous cure" in discussing this.

I am horrified.

I do bounce. From almost everything. Right now I'm still in the splat of hitting the floor. The true measure of this thing has barely begun to make itself known to my heart and mind. The shattering is going on right now.

I am horrified.