December 8th, 2013

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[links] Link salad watches the snow fall like soft memories liberated from the failing mind of God

If Only for a Second — Remaking cancer patients. This made me cry. (Via [info]willyumtx.)

From Tudors to Turducken: An Engastration Tale — Engastration? (Via Daily Idioms, Annotated.)

Seams Geeky | Items Sewn with Love for the Chic Geek — A Kickstarter for some high quality embroidered geek gear. Me, I’m down for the Schlock Mercenary stuff.

Google Glass prescription frames spotted but concerns linger — Yay for this. If I were not so sick as to make the project more or less pointless, I’d be very actively pursuing a prescription version of Google Glass.

Nymi Is A Heartwave-Sensing Wristband That Wants To Replace All Your Passwords & Keys — And more than that. From the department of weird future tech. (Via David Goldman.)

Microsoft designs smart bra to combat emotional eating — What happens when your smart bra has a blue screen of death? I guess that would be the ultimate Nerd World problem.

Wafer-scale production of graphene devices to become a reality

NASA May Test Its Lunar Green Thumb

Everest Panorama from Mars — Mars!

Solar would be Cheaper: US Pentagon has spent $8 Trillion to Guard Gulf Oil — Imagine what we could have done in alternative energy with an eight trillion dollar research budget. Instead of warring for oil, destroying whole countries, and slaughtering people wholesale.

Top 25 Censored Stories from 2012-2013 — (Via [info]danjite.)

The Mandela Problem of the Angry White Male Wing of the GOP — Wing? That’s the whole GOP. Duh.

?otD: How deep is your slush?




12/8/2013
Writing time yesterday: 0.0 hours (chemo brain)
Hours slept: 8.0 hours (restless)
Body movement: n/a (traveling)
Weight: n/a (traveling)
Number of FEMA troops on my block forging presidential birth certificates: 0
Currently reading: n/a (chemo brain)

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[photos|travel] My trip to Omaha (at least so far)

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I flew there, of course

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Hanging with the pooches

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A friendly meighborhood duck

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Yesterday we set out in the car of [info]garyomaha

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As always in life, we drove down uncertain roads

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Until we came to my joint in Shenandoah, Iowa

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A slightly more sobering neighbor

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Me and my namesake (or vice versa)

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The store was full of cool old things, like those sliding ladders, and the manager was very kind about us wandering around gawping and photographing

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[info]elusivem and [info]garyomaha enjoyed old fashioned fountain treats (I had an iced tea)

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Themselves

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We then looked at interesting old buildings in Shenandoah, which reminded me of my grandparents' town in north Texas when I was a small boy in the late 1960s

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Including a dry-docked caboose

As usual, more at the Flickr set.

Photos © 2012, 2013, Joseph E. Lake, Jr. and M. Jones.

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[personal|dreams] Die Traumdeutung

It's 13 degrees outside, with a windchill below zero, and snowing merrily. Supposed to accumulate two to four inches today here in Omaha. Luckily I am flying tomorrow, which is supposed to be clear and calm, though still colder than Dorgau's hindmost paps.

Low-key day today after yesterday's roaming about the wilds of southwestern Iowa. I think we're catching a movie this afternoon, and an early dinner. Another friend may pop by the hotel to visit a little while this evening, weather and schedule permitting.

Last night I had, as usual, complex dreams. The part where my house was flooding to the window sashes in clear, warm water wasn't hard to understand. My bladder has a sharp voice in my nighttime wanderings. The part where Zachary Quinto leapt out of a wrecked VW bus to attack me with a badminton racquet was a little harder to interpret, but I went with it. After fighting Mr. Quinto off, of course.

That last part is odd. While I often dream about real people, either directly or in the form of a dream avatar, I quite rarely dream about people I do not actually know personally.

I've spent time with the folks from my prior Day Jobbe. That was good but also sobering. I went on disability there just shortly after my tenth anniversary of service. That makes the Day Jobbe my longest-tenured employment in 26 years of working professionally across three related industries, by a fairly substantial margin. A big part of my life. It was work I enjoyed, with people I (mostly) liked, in a field where, while I wasn't exactly working for the betterment of mankind, neither was I helping make anyone's life worse. It was also work which enabled me to have a writing career through a good work-life balance and a decent paycheck. And, later it on, it was work of a sort that allowed me to segue into the deeper phases of my illness without an abrupt economic disruption, both through disability-friendly management and workplace policies, as well as a very good benefits package that turned out to make a critical difference in my life in at least three different ways.

So a lot to reflect on here in Omaha. Plus, well, Zachary Quinto. And snow.