September 9th, 2013


[links] Link salad has got ninety nine problems

Reply of the Zaporozhian Cossacks — When you absolutely, positively have to tell someone off. (Via [info]danjite.)

Chromoxylographic CodingWhile taking Terry Belanger's course on book illustration processes at the Rare Book School this summer, I became enchanted with chromoxylography: the printing process in which a color image is built up from the successive printing of multiple woodblocks, each responsible for a single color. Not only are color wood engravings beautiful but -- as I discuss a bit below -- the process of making them strikes me as a wonderful metaphor for how we code. (Via Daily Idioms, Annotated.)

‘Sixth sense’ in human brains mapped by researchers — Cool story, misleading headline. Also, the URL could use a little manual editing.

Unraveling the origins of life with mathematical chemistryLooking at all the possible models for reactions based on hydrogen cyanide.

Blind people are granted gun permits in Iowa — More guns means more safety!!! 30,000 deaths of other people every year is a small price to pay for your illusion of security, after all. So why not let blind people feel safe, too?

Seeing threats, feds target instructors of polygraph-beating methods — This is, uh, alarming. (Via David Goldman.)

Qotd?: Do you feel bad for me, son?

Writing time yesterday: 0.0 hours (chemo brain)
Hours slept: 6.5 hours (solid)
Body movement: 30 minutes (stationary bike)
Weight: 245.0
Number of FEMA troops on my block closing golf courses for Agenda 21: 0
Currently reading: n/a (chemo brain)


[personal|photos] Yesterday was weird

So, yesterday was weird. I had an unexpected burst of energy and focus in the morning, so I did some housecleaning and arranging of stuff. This resulted in significant decluttering, much to the delight of Lisa Costello when she returned from her brunch date. [info]the_child then did some needed furniture moving.

My friend AC came over, and we talked writing for a while, then she, Lisa and I went to lunch. So far so good.

After that, it got a little weird.

Lisa and I tooled over to the Hawthorne district to get me a haircut. I'm just shaggy enough to need it, even though things are ridiculously short. Plus she'd never met John, my crossbow-toting stylist. That was a fine time, and my hair was much improved.


On returning to the Genre car, we found that the fig tree we'd parked under with the top down had dive-bombed the interior with a rotting fig. It looked like someone had vomited all over the back seat. In the process of dealing with this, I got fig poo all over my cane. I need to go to the auto detail place tomorrow and get the crusted fig poo washed out of the carpet and seats.

We then hied over to Portland Saturday Market to see artist Beverly Toyu. Ellen Eades had given me a gift certificate for a life mask to be made by Beverly. I sat for the making of the facial mold with plaster of Paris, which was a more than passing strange experience. Very intimate, very centering, and rather reminiscent of being laid out as if for my own funeral.





Plus the aftermath was pretty funny.


I don't recommend this process to anyone who's claustrophobic or has issues with having their face obscured or pinned close. Otherwise, it's damned cool experience.

Back at the Genre car, we returned to Hawthorne to buy cheese and bread at Pastaworks. On returning to where we parked, we discovered a flat tire. It was not dead flat, so I pulled around the corner to a side street. Being no longer capable of changing my tire, I of course called my stylist. Being a Hero of the Revolution, he walked the three blocks from his salon and changed my tire for me.

We eventually got to chez Team E— for dinner, only to discover I was supposed to have brought groceries which I had utterly failed to procure. This resulted in dinner at The Observatory (mmm, oregano fry bread), before we finally went home.

Team E— did have some marvelous peppers and whatnot at their house.




So, other than the exploding figs, plaster of Paris up my nose, and the flat tire, it was a pretty good day. Today I have not previously planned stops at the tire place and the auto detail place.

Ah, life. She is for living. Every day I wake up alive is a good day, but figs and all, yesterday was a better day.

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[cancer] My health and yours

I wrote my doctor an email last night. It was about the fact that I've had moderately red-tinged stool three times in the past ten days.

Long time readers may recall this is how my cancer journey started, with blood in my stool.

I am not too concerned yet. I can think of several possible causes which are not especially alarming. Nonetheless, I follow up.

And you. If you're 50 or older, or otherwise at risk, say with a family member who's experienced colon cancer, go get a colonscopy. They're annoying and kind of embarrassing and truly no fun. But if you think colonoscopies are annoying, try dying of colon cancer as I am busily doing.

If you love anyone else in this world, do them a favor and get checked. If you love yourself, do yourself a favor and get checked. Hell, do me a favor and get checked. I don't need company on the cancer ward.

You hear me?