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Jay Lake
Date: 2011-06-19 07:55
Subject: [links] Link salad says Happy Father's Day
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Tags:art, awards, books, cool, culture, links, personal, photos, pinion, politics, science
Sidewise Award Nominees — Yours truly is up for a Sidewise award for my novel Pinion.

Movie neon — Some awesome signs. (Via [info]willyumtx.)

Why Do Firefighters Take Such Risky Jobs? — Fascinating article. To misquote Willie Sutton, "Because that's where the money is."

The Gravity of LifeWhose well-being is threatened by our changing relationship with the myriad organisms that shaped the evolution of our species?

The Regolith of Asteroid Eros — A nifty close up from NASA's APOD.

Lop Nur, Xinjiang, China — A striking image of salt evaporation ponds in the desert of Lop Nur, China.

Breakthrough Batteries? — Considering that Alessandro Volta would recognize most modern batteries, this kind of scientific and technological progress is critical.

The supernatural does not exist — Bad Astronomer Phil Plaint on the supernatural and testability. As I've said a million times, just because you believe it doesn't mean it's true.

Don't know much about history — A conservative complains about 'politically correct' history. A conservative complaining about historical distortions is a like a dog complaining about barking.

?otD: What do you remember most about your dad?



6/19/2011
Writing time yesterday: 0.0 hours (chemotherapy)
Body movement: n/a (chemotherapy), possibly a short suburban walk to come
Hours slept: 8.5 hours (fitful) plus 4.0+ hours of napping
Weight: n/a
Currently (re)reading: A Storm of Swords by George R.R. Martin

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scarlettina: Candle
User: scarlettina
Date: 2011-06-19 15:53 (UTC)
Subject: About my dad
Keyword:Candle
I remember:
--His gravelly voice
--The straw cowboy hat he wore in summertime
--Him calling me "Pussycat"
--Sitting on the living room couch with him, reading National Geographic
--Roadtrips
--The mixed smell of Marlboros and Old Spice
--His engineer's handwriting: tiny, perfect block print

And so much more...

Edited at 2011-06-19 03:53 pm (UTC)
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User: mmegaera
Date: 2011-06-19 19:47 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Keyword:travel
What I remember about my dad is that he was like a toasted marshmallow. Crusty on the outside and, well, you know, on the inside. We used to tease him about how he enjoyed being grumpy. He loved to travel. He could make anything and fix anything. He was an engineer.

He loved football and red flowers and when I go to the lumberyard and smell the sawdust he's right there with me.

This is getting too long. I need to go post on my own LJ.

I miss him still. He's been gone eighteen years and I still miss him.
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Jay Lake
User: jaylake
Date: 2011-06-19 20:37 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
I'm starting to believe that missing people who are gone is a way of keeping them alive. I am glad you have such memories.
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That Which Fights Entropy: future life
User: amberite
Date: 2011-06-20 07:04 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Keyword:future life
My father and I have always gotten along better than my mother and I - even better now that we mostly do email. He and I are both prone to short tempers and poor social skills when tired, so in person we don't always get along as swimmingly, but even so, the thing I find most wonderful about him and have striven to cultivate in myself is that he can be trusted to put anger aside in favor of caring. When my father's angry or annoyed with me, I'm never scared it's going to come up later. No grudges. Every time I've told him something about my adult life that bothered him, he's gotten over it, and that's something I can really respect in a person. He accepts that his immediate emotional reactions are his own, and my life is mine, and respects that I keep my own counsel in the long run.

In some ways I think of him as my closest family member. I take after his side of the family physically and mentally. He's a physicist, and in many ways stereotypical of the breed: absentminded, irascible, always thinking deep thoughts and botching simple household tasks - and I take after him in many of these regards. One of my favorite memories: as a teen, I gave up on math because I hated the quadratic formula; it didn't make innate sense to me the way arithmetic did (I'd done almost all math mentally up until that point) and it seemed like a senseless thing to use. Put numbers in one end, some other numbers come out the other - what's the point? So one morning he sat me down with a piece of paper and wrote out a series of problems, and said "I'll pay you a dollar to work through these steps." I did - it was the derivation for the quadratic formula, and for a moment, it made sense and didn't seem so stupid. I was still afflicted with a series of bad math teachers that put me off the subject, but when I tackled it a decade later with a better teacher, I held onto that moment of triumph as a model for building my understanding.
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