June 29th, 2013


[links] Link salad sets out to lose another award

How to Report Sexual Harassment, by Elise Matthesen — This is important. If you have not read the piece already, please do so.

A Good Death — This. (Thanks to Lisa Costello.)

Dinotopia in Legos — So cool, this kind of thing. (Snurched from art guru James Gurney, Mr. Dinotopia himself.)

Human Dinosaurs Psittacosaurus Went from Moving on Four Feet to Two — Misleading headline, pretty interesting story.

From ‘Reefer Madness’ to Woodstock and beyond, marijuana’s zigzag march toward mainstream — I don't do 420 myself (not even medical marijuana), but I have never understood why a society that so widely tolerates alcohol is so prudish about dope. It makes no sense whatsoever.

Processed carbohydrates are addictive, brain study suggests — Also, this just in: sky is blue.

Faces of Earth: A Mapping Contest Between Man and Machine — Pareidolia writ very large indeed.

Everything you wanted to Know About NSA Surveillance *but were afraid to ask

Anonymous Hacks Neo-Nazis, Finds Ron Paul — Quelle surprise. (Via [info]danjite.)

Suspect 'Science' — A very detailed case study of how conservative money buys respectable research that is in point of fact just as intellectually fraudulent as the conservative principles on which it is based. In this case, the idea that LGBT parents can't possibly raise healthy kids. This is precisely the same way Republicans are forced to approach elections: if you can't prevail on the merits, cheat with vote suppression and concealment of your own positions. Since apparently modifying their positions based on actual evidence is completely out of the question. (Via Slacktivist Fred Clark.)

QotD?: Are you in Seattle for the Locus Awards?

Writing time yesterday: 0.5 hours (WRPA, plus time at the Clarion West party as well)
Hours slept: 6.5 hours (solid but rough)
Body movement: 0.0 hours (in hotel)
Weight: n/a (n hotel)
Number of FEMA troops on my block attempting to secure minority voting rights despite the recent Supreme Court ruling: 0
Currently reading: Real Happiness: The Power of Meditation: A 28-Day Program by Sharon Salzberg; Snuff by Terry Pratchett


[events|travel] In Seattle for the Locus Awards

Yesterday was a good day, mostly. Lisa Costello and I laid low in the morning. We then had a very nice lunch with [info]mikigarrison, before visiting with Sonia Lyris that afternoon. Then we were off to the Clarion West Party which was hosted at the Locus Awards venue. We saw a bunch of people there, far too many to name, but it was good to see and be seen.

Back there this morning for breakfast with Janet Freeman-Daily. Then it will be the Locus Awards fun, including the actual awards ceremony. Dinner tonight with J.A. Pitts, and Greg and Astrid Bear.

So it will be a good day today as well. Tomorrow we're having a working breakfast with John again, doing some literary estate planning, then back home to Portland.


[cancer] Last night I had a meltdown

Lisa Costello and I were at the Clarion West party for a little under an hour yesterday evening before heading back to our hotel. We were both overwhelmed by the sheer volume. I saw a lot of people I don't see often, and in many cases, after today will never see again. I was navigating the party slowly, with my cane and my protective gloves. Both of these things served as obvious markers of my decline.

Back at the hotel we each sorted out our evening routines and got close to sleep. I had my trazodone and lorazepam combination on board. Trying to settle down for the night, I felt overwhelmed all over again. That quickly brought me to tears of anger and despair. All I could say is, "I want my life back."

I want to be able to go to a party and last more than an hour.

I want to walk quickly down a hall.

I want to be able to say to faraway friends, "See you again soon."

I want the people around me to deal with their stuff without being distorted by my illness and my needs.

I want to write.

I want to plan ahead.

I want my old energy, my old charisma, my old busy-ness.

I want my life back.

Instead I get fatigue, tears, and ever shorter horizons and an ever smaller existence.