I took off work Thursday through Monday and went to NECTR, the Northeast Connecticut Region Ember Art Festival. Jesse and Jon and Zev went early and set up lots of things, and Sam and I went on Thursday. I brought a few layers that I didn't use. The pants I brought were fantastic. I got them for winter bike riding last year but they work just fine to keep your legs warm in the woods when it's approximately freezing.
I had a lovely trip, but didn't make enough art or take enough photos. (re photos, pretty sure no one should ever take away my camera. a better solution would have been airplane mode. rawr.)
Walking and tripping around NECTR reminds me of all the previous similar experiences there. There was a point where I was being offered Tuaca, aka Liquid Sex, a citrus vanilla liqueur, and couldn't manage to take a drink. Someone would take it away from me when I couldn't stop laughing, and the process would repeat. I don't remember what I was experiencing, but it was amazing.
Dishes worked well. +1 for occasionally boiling water to add to the dishwater when it gets later and colder. We had enough shelving. I want to get a bunch more buckets for food on the shelves. Sending an email about produce was a good idea. You should explicitly tell people "look at the food shelves. If you brought it, take it home with you." next time.
This has been open in a tab for a few days so I guess I'll post it.
Planted more things, went jogging, ate dinner, moved some art supplies from one box to another, pet the cat, watched most of season two of Legend of Korra.
Did a bunch of chores this morning. This app's text editing is still kind of wonky. Though not as bad as on Android? Going to Brickbottom open studios and maybe the Importance of Being Earnest later today.
Spent my time falling asleep last night planning to get up and take my meds. oops. Maybe just taking that one early today.
I'm getting really tired of the phrase "for some reason". It usually feels they're saying "this isn't in any way my fault" or slightly accusing "you should have already handled this".
Went up to the Firefly site yesterday and spent a few hours moving logs and sticks and rocks and hauling on rope with Jesse. My shoulders and upper back are sore today, but it feels really good.
Yesterday I did some laundry and transplanted tomatoes in the rain and snuggled my cat and bought some clothes that I hope will be useful to me, and people fed me and made music and snuggled and relaxed in the hot tub under the falling drops.
On Saturday I drove out to Hudson and picked up my dad, and we drove to Tolland MA to open my grandparents' cabin with my sister and aunt and cousin. I talked to my cousin Alex about our respective jobs in IT, and climbed onto the roof to sweep off pine needles and moss. The pond there is still low; they're in the process of refilling it for the summer.
Tonight I am going to Dorchester to visit people I haven't seen in ages.
I am really valuing being able to go somewhere and eat dinner there with friends. I enjoy cooking, but don't tend to make much time for it on my own, and making big batches of things leaves me with repetitive food. This only works if I have a car, but I usually do.
One of my coworkers is a relatively new dad, and he's working from home a lot in the past couple of months. I'm disappointed that we don't have a paternity leave policy where I work. I'm curious what places do offer that. Is it mostly a new shmancy tech thing (if that), or is it basically unheard of unless you live in Sweden?
The 47 was just pulling away as I exited the stairs at Central. Ran for it, but she didn't see me/look and didn't stop at the first stop around the corner. I slumped theatrically and got on with walking it. A short school bus rolled up next to me and the woman inside signaled that I should get in. "I saw you running! Get in! We're gonna catch that bus!" And I held on and told her she was the best and thanked her and a few stops later I jumped out and banged on the windows as the bus was about to pull away again, and the driver stopped and let me on. "I didn't see you."
I hope she learns to look in her right side mirrors more frequently. Anyway, thank you lovely school bus driver. You made my morning into a joyful, exciting and victorious adventure.
I have done a million things like spend Christmas with my family and visit the UU church that my mom's been singing at and go on nice long dates with people and get book recommendations and books (Codex Seraphinianus and Monroe's What If). And spend loads of time over at Rainbows helping/prodding with Jesse and Ellie, wiring and hauling drywall and running errands and making foods and all that. Haven't done things like drop off my prescription or call the HVAC people or get a vet for my cat or respond to the mortgage people (for fuck's sake can't they just use e-mail?) or schedule an initial PT appointment. Have paid off bills and done laundry and snuggled the cat. Would like to see a movie. Would like to take that day-trip I've been planning. Looking forward to seeing various folks tonight and a bit sad that I won't see all the people, and also trying to remember that it's healthier to do reasonable things than seemingly-or-emotionally-logical but actually probably unhealthy things.
Lit candles with friends on Solstice.
4 tbl margarine
1 tsp baking powder
1 tbl chopped onion
1 cup flour
1 cup milk
1 tsp salt
1 lb. sharp cheddar, grated
2 pkg frozen chopped spinach, thawed & drained
Preheat oven to 350. Put margarine in 13x9x2 baking dish and melt in oven.
In a large bowl, beat eggs well, then add flour, milk, salt & baking powder.
Add grated cheese & spinach, mix.
Spoon into baking dish and level off. Sprinkle with seasoned salt, if desired.
Bake at 350 for 35 minutes.
Remove and let cool for 45 minutes, then cut into bite-sized squares.
Makes 40 to 60 squares.
Freezes well. To serve: defrost & reheat at 325 for 12 minutes.
I found out a couple of days ago (while browsing for non-kindle e-book readers) that my Kobo touch has had firmware updates available forever. So that's cool. It doesn't fix any of the issues I have with it: cannot zoom in on images in .epub files, cannot connect to WPA2 Enterprise networks (which, at businesses and colleges, is kind of the thing that gets used), and still no note-taking app. They added a new layout, chess, and access to an app/service called Pocket, which might be remotely useful if I could use the wireless at work with the device.
I'm currently reading Salt
and The Windup Girl
. I think I've abandoned Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
. Mostly I just got tired of the way the main character talks about women, I think. Felt the same as The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
. May give up on Windup Girl. Recently finished The Dervish House, but it mostly didn't grab me. Something about rich white dudes.
I'm curious about books like Salt, and Germs, Guns, and Steel, about history and how we got to where we are now, and travel things like Bill Bryson's stuff and Adams' Last Chance to See, but written by women.
grah emacs. almost got it. can chmod the file, edit it in emacs, then chmod it back. hassle, but, fine. unless there's some issue with the directory's security as well.
came over and made me "happy birt" (half birthday) dinner out of Dave's Fresh Pasta and sauces, and peach icecream from J.P. Licks, and it was lovely. fennel
visited and we all snuggled on the couch for a while.
After driving fennel home I passed a group of four or five raccoons wandering the neighborhood on Paulina. Those things are big.
I'm reading Permutation City and being reminded of reading So Yesterday. The first came out in 1994, the other in 2004. They're both near-future sci/spec fiction, and it's fascinating.
So Yesterday talks about the grainy photos our protagonist was able to take with his cellphone. A lot of people are pretty happy/impressed with their phone cameras these days.
Permutation City talks about computing power as a public resource (and the costs of creating and running large virtual environments). It reminds me of the terminals of yesteryear and how internet access is a utility these days. We pay for bandwidth, but not so much for how resource-hungry our habits are. Or, at least, if we're doing really intense stuff, we tend to use our own expensive computers, or industry/academic resources. (Correct me?)
DOOM was released in 1993, Wolfenstein 3D in 1992.
Folding@home, Spore, and Second Life, WoW, etc all come to mind.
Books seem to need to describe in meticulous detail what their character's shiny tools and environments are like and what they do. In many cases they don't exist yet. I suspect in other cases, even if there's a current version, they'll date themselves severely by using any brandnames, e.g. the movie Frequency talking about investing in Yahoo! stock.
Having just read The Quantum Thief and The Fractal Prince, this feels kind of dusty. Let's brush off the old near-future post-humanism, where uploading our brains is still incredibly expensive and we can't grow new bodies for ourselves and matter fabricators/replicators don't exist yet.
Finished The Dispossessed. (Didn't realize I'd already read a book from that universe: The Word for World is Forest.) Enjoyed it! It encompasses a bunch of time and space, and the societies/philosophies described are interesting. I feel like I haven't seen positive written examples of a functioning society so close to communism before. Also there's a bit of the Buddha thing going where our hero is shielded from the suffering of the common people when he is brought to a new place.
After I finished, and after I decided to get angry at life yesterday, I became displeased with the portrayal of the nuclear stick-together family as the ideal, strong, home-feeling for our protagonists. Which is fine; plenty of stories have loving monogamous partnerships in them. In this story they're the odd ones out; they're bucking the trend by living together and raising their children as a whole family unit.
I feel like I should have more to say on the socio-political stuff going on in the story. I like that there's a Terran embassy and I'm curious about the history of how it all came to this.
So Mundi seems to be doing all right with the collar-with-bell I put on her last night. It feels pretty strange, though. Suddenly she's not a cat, she's a cat with a bell on. More item, less person? The bell is a way of making her a convenience. Also now I can tell where she is whenever she moves. I have no idea if this will make her less effective at killing things (Internet commentary seems to vary) - haven't seen any remains recently, but we're both spending more time outside now. There are juvenile sparrows and maybe cardinals at the birdfeeders, though.
Yesterday we broke walls down and made a huge amount to dust and then fled the house to recover. We removed stains and gave tours and primed walls and explored hidden-away places.
There are bits of space that act differently, here. The dust doesn't settle. It barely moves. Paper sits there spinning and water pretends to be a lava lamp. It doesn't feel much different to pass a hand through, or anything else for that matter. We're pretty sure it's just gravity, not time. I'm wondering how to mark them out or use them as accents in future decor decisions. Unsupported flower bouquets? Battery blinky lights?http://crisper.livejournal.com/26562.html
Can has car. (Ford focus zx5 - need to drive it a hundred miles and get it reinspected. And get the Somerville permit stuff. But otherwise good. Insured, titled etc.)
Went to the Kim Boekbinder show at The Middle East last night - that was neat. Have had otherwise a frustrating weekend thus far. Should do useful things, poke at bike lights, maybe groceries. Winter soup ingredients? Go for a long drive?
Originally posted by ursulav
at It Was A Day
It was a day a little bit like today
the way the clouds threw shadows over the hill
the day you realized that you weren’t going to find your future.
You were never going to go to Mars
You were never going to open the door that led, inexorably, to Narnia
(or even Telmar, you weren’t picky, and you were confident of your ability
to lead the revolution.)
Inigo Montoya was not going to slap you on the back
and invite you to take up the mantle of the Dread Pirate Roberts.
There would be no sardonic Vulcans or Andorians;
you would never be handed an elegant weapon for a more civilized age.
That was a strange day.
It ranked up there with the day that you realized that everybody else saw the you in the mirror, not the you inside your head. Not the you that was lean and tough and clever, not the you with perfect hair and a resonant voice that never said “Um….?”
Not that you.
No, they got the one that was fat and wobbly and stiff inside with terror, the one who was a little scared of eye makeup, the one who wore black because it was better to be freaky than pathetic.
You were never terribly fond of that you.
It was a day not at all like today
a day where the sun shone very brightly around the edges
that you realized that you could write that future.
You could blot out all those old arguments in your head by asking each character “What happens next?”
“And what do you say?”
“And are there ninjas?”
It wasn’t the old future, but it was close.
(Besides, by that point, you’d realized that Inigo probably bathed once a month and that when people stuck you with swords, you’d fall down and shriek, and also that your feet hurt. And writers get indoor plumbing
and birth control pills if they can get them.)
It was a rather odd day
though not entirely unexpected
when you met the people who were angry with you.
It took awhile to figure out. Much more than a day, in fact.
Eventually, it came to you that those people had a future, too,
but they hadn’t quite realized they weren’t going to find it
and they blamed you for the fact it wasn’t here.
You were not the sort of person that lived in their future.
You were still too fat and too wobbly and much too weird, and you laughed too loudly
like a good-natured hyena
and you were not supportive of their high and lonely destiny.
And if you were here and their future wasn’t
it was probably your fault
and if you went away
maybe they’d get to go to Mars after all
pal around with Tars Tarkas
have phone-sex with the Pierson’s Puppeteers.
They got very mad about it.
You pictured them hopping,
arms and legs going up and down
like angry puppets
when somebody pulled the string coming out of their crotch.
It was all very strange.
It was a day sort of like last Tuesday
or maybe the Friday before last
when somebody came up
with a copy of your book
it was dog-eared and they looked like they might cry
and they said “Thank you.”
It was a day.
Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.
Biking in the rain, biking in the dark, blinky lights, art shows, messaging dogs (not a euphemism, but a greyhound), new games I can play, interesting conversations and recommendations, kisses.