November 28th, 2013


[links] Link salad asked the man for a room with a view

Fate of next year's Sriracha supply to be decided by experts

Weather could ground Macy’s parade balloons — How many days a year does a Macy’s balloon wrangler work, anyway?

Black hole with unexpectedly ‘elegant manners’ baffles astronomersThe discovery impacts the long search for evasive intermediate-mass black holes.

Elusive Higgs decay channel spotted; particle looks ever more standardA pair of taus, just as the Standard Model ordered.

Fibonacci in Budapest

Benford's Law And The Art of Succeeding in Multiple Choice Tests In physics multiple choice papers, the correct answers should follow Benford’s law while the other options should not. So can an enterprising student use this to beat the test? (Via David Goldman.)

Parents plead to be able to help terminally ill children die — Sigh.

Gynecologists May Treat Men Board Says In Switch — Huh. Sanity. (Thanks to [info]danjite.)

Yeah, Alec Baldwin Really Is a Bigot "Bigot" isn't a "global" judgement of someone's character. It's a description of how they choose to act. Ta-Nehisi Coates is wise.

Their Old Kentucky Home: Ken Ham, Al Mohler and Big Bone LickHe just keeps repeating his insistence that you’re in jeopardy of Hell if you don’t reject reality in favor of demonstrably false ideas. Welcome to conservative America.

Gun Goes Off at SEPTA Station, Shrapnel Hits Rider Heading to 'Hunger Games'The man, who has yet to be identified, told police he got home and saw himself on the news and then called 911. He says he didn't know his gun had fired. Yep. Guns definitely make us all safer. Only pinko liberals who value human life and public safety could possibly object to such responsible gun ownership, and we all know what those concerns are worth in conservative America — even less than our nation’s irrelevant-to-gun-owners 30,000 deaths a year, to choose an example at random.

John F. Kennedy’s Thanksgiving Ideals, 1962– How different they are from Ours — Well, for one thing, Kennedy wasn’t a Republican. Unlike the contemporary GOP, proudly counterfactual small mindedness and a smug, mean spirit weren’t his stock in trade.

?otD: Was anything said as he stared at his shoe?

Writing time yesterday: 0.0 hours (chemo brain)
Hours slept: 7.5 hours (solid)
Body movement: 30 minute stationary bike ride
Weight: 241.2
Number of FEMA troops on my block closing down donut shops: 0
Currently reading: n/a (chemo brain)


[art|personal] Taking off the mask

A while back, the delightful Ellen Eades arranged for artist Beverly Toyu to create a life mask of me. This thing was done, and we arranged for some copies to be made. A while back, Lisa Costello went out to Beverly’s studio in the Oregon wine country to pick them up, as documented here: [ | LiveJournal ].

Finally, we were able to pull the masks out and look at them carefully.









These are pretty awesome. I love them. Hopefully their recipients will too. My special thanks to Ellen for both thinking of this in the first place, and then making it possible.

Art © 2013 Beverly Toyu.

Photos © 2013, Joseph E. Lake, Jr.

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[personal] Giving thanks

Today is Thanksgiving here in the United States. For the rest of you, I suppose it's just Thursday. But whether it's Thursday or Thanksgiving, this is as good a day as any for giving thanks.

I am thankful to my parents and my family for bringing me into this world and setting me on a path in life which has been more than satisfactory.

I am thankful for [info]the_child, who is the light of my life and the devilment of days, as it should be with children.

I am thankful for Lisa Costello for joining me in the last days of my life, and sharing love in a time which can be profoundly unloveable.

I am thankful for all the people who love me, and all the people I love. Friends, family, lovers, colleagues, the tribe here in Portland, Ken and John, my postal clerks, the guys at the Lamp and the whole team at Brooklyn Pharmacy — all you people who keep an eye out for me and check up on me and help me in ways ranging from tiny to life changing.

I am thankful for the publishing career I've had. I did not achieve even a fraction of my overweening ambitions, but I think if I had done so I'd be a smaller person than I am. One should always aspire to more. In any event, I have achieved so very much more than any rational hope would ever have dared, and for that I am very grateful to my mentors, my fellow writers, my agent and editors and publishers, my readers, critics and fans.

I am thankful for the life I still have, despite the terrible disease which haunts my body every day. I fully expect this to be the last Thanksgiving I ever celebrate, but it is also the sixth Thanksgiving since my cancer first came upon me. I am grateful to all the doctors, nurses, NPs, MAs, technicians, researchers, clinic staffers, and medically-inclined friends who have conspired to keep me alive even this long.

I am thankful to be here, and I am thankful you are here too.

Happy Thanksgiving.