Hey, it beats actually working. ;)
My shoulder feels less bad than it did! At least one ergonomically unfortunate writing position is actually possible for me to sit in again, hooray(?)
I haven't put a word in on the latest fic project of doom (the Elsa/Hans faerie contract fic) in quite some time, which is unfortunate. I've also got Yuletide coming up, which I have to construct some kind of requests for, I suppose? It feels like aaaages since I've done any kind of challenge, which is probably because I "skipped" YT last year, haha.
Anyway, in other news, I still think this is accurate. Someone not me should write that.
Date: September 26, 2017
For writer and scholar Gloria E. Anzaldúa, a border wasn't just a line on a map: it was a state of mind and a viewpoint on life. Born on this date in 1942 in the Rio Grande Valley, Anzaldúa possessed an astounding gift for transforming dividing lines into unifying visions.
Growing up on ranches and farms in Texas-Mexico border towns, Anzaldúa developed a profound appreciation for the earth and its riches. She fell in love with art and writing as a way to capture the magic of the landscape around her. She also faced racism and isolation, but that didn't stop her from becoming a stellar scholar. After graduating from Pan American University in 1969, Anzaldúa taught migrant students, traveling with them to serve as a liaison with school boards.
She realized early on that she lived in many worlds at once: she was both American and Mexican, both native and foreigner. "It's not a comfortable territory to live in, this place of contradictions," Anzaldúa noted. She understood that the way forward was not to choose a side, but to embrace a third place — a land of both, not either/or.
Anzaldúa mapped this new frontier with her pen. Her most famous work, Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza, alternates between English and Spanish and includes a variety of forms — from poem to prose, from critique to confessional. This striking mix of voices and perspectives earned Borderlands a place on Literary Journal's list of best books of 1987.
In 1977, she moved to California, where her writing soon became known in academic circles. Her theories had impact across disciplines, including Chicano/a Studies, Women's Studies, LGBT Studies, and Postcolonial Studies. She was awarded a posthumous Ph.D. in literature by the University of California Santa Cruz.
Today's Doodle celebrates Anzaldúa's ability to live across borders, whether geographical, social, or philosophical. She put it best: "To survive the Borderlands / you must live sin fronteras / be a crossroads."
Location: United States
I came home and went back to bed, but I never managed to get back to sleep. Miss Darden, from the PRRC called me to find out how I was doing a month past graduation. I told her about Jack, and that I was worried the guy might try to sue. She gave me a number for legal aid which will work with you depending on your income. I think we have lawyers we've paid for through Kevin's work, though, which we've already paid for if we need them. Miss Darden said she'd call me again closer to graduation day to see if I wanted to be in the ceremony, but she's done calling me for check ins. I can call her if I need her though, and she made sure I had her extension. I can also call them if I want tickets to something they may be able to get them. I almost missed her call. I saw that the VA hospital had called me, but I assumed it was a reminder for my Thursday appointment. Well, then I got the reminder call for the Thursday appointment, and thought it weird that they would call me twice, so I checked my voicemail, and was pleased that it was Miss Darden.
I rolled out of bed again at noon since I decided I'd eat lunch before golf. I ate a peanut butter sandwich and cried when I got jelly on my computer, and no one immediately shoved his head in there to eat the leftover jelly. Then I went to golf, where I hit approximately 25 shots on the driving range, almost all of them rolling pathetically along the ground and not going up in the air at all. This was a special day at golf because Hines Ward, a super bowl MVP for the Steelers, was there. He works for CNN now, and the head people from CNN all picked a charity to spotlight on the channel between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Well Hines picked BlazeSports, so he was out there today playing golf with us. Because of this after an hour we moved onto the course. Kevin the instructor (as opposed to my Kevin) went with me, and picked all my clubs and helped me track the balls (I kind of lose them in the sky and can't remember where they fell...). I hit my first shot 100 yards, which, yanno, is 75 yards longer than I've ever hit anything before, but after that I was just hitting balls rolling along the ground again. But here's a picture of me with Hines Ward.
Anyway, it was a lot of fun to actually play golf instead of just staying on the driving range. And the area we were playing in was very pretty, although they had lost over 100 trees in the recent tropical storm we had. We only played 3 holes, and then we went in for dinner. We had sandwiches and potato salad (and salad, but with caesar dressing so I couldn't eat any).
I came home and spent some time with Kevin. Rogue REALLY likes the borg cube she got from this month's loot pets. Like, we were squeaking that plus her previous favorite toy, and she was picking the borg cube every time. She also woke me up with it a few times, which normally she doesn't do that with toys. So I guess I'm glad I didn't give it to Jack to destroy, but I feel kind of guilty that I didn't give him any kind of a toy. Then I kind of kidnapped Rogue and locked her in my office with me. The cats are in here too. Aaron is curled up in Jack's usual spot, but Aggie is hiding in the closet. She did spend some time against my chest though.
I think I've made two decisions that might help my sanity. First is that I'm going to intentionally write 0 words in October. Hopefully that will get me over my burn out and I'll be able to start November strong and spit out a novel for NaNo. The other decision is that in November I'm going to count every word I write - even words in this blog, even though they aren't fiction. I just... I don't think my brain will let me push on in any other way. At any rate, I'm still planning to go to write ins on Tuesday and Thursday nights in October, I just don't plan to write. I'll have my laptop and internet connection, so I mean, I can do other things on the internet while I talk to people at the write ins. Maybe I'll start counting blog posts already in my word counts.
I looked at the weather report in order to make the title of this post and found that it is still supposed to be over 90F on Wednesday when I was supposed to go to the zoo and work as a greeter. I decided to cancel that, and sign up for a shift in October when it will be in the 70s. We're supposed to start getting more seasonable weather on Sunday (hey that's my birthday!). That means high 70s, and still not sweatshirt weather, but at least it won't be 90 out anymore. I also signed up for a shift at the aquarium on the day of Red Tower, which I guess means I'm not going to that, but I was kind of leaning towards not going anyway. They're not having any classes. I guess this means my next event is Jour D' Amour in February. I'm alright with that. I don't need to go to a million SCA events anymore. Honestly, the meetings are more fun, and archery practice lets me shoot things monthly, which really if I wanted to shoot more often than that, I'd go to Sol Haven's archery practice, or I'd go shoot archery with BlazeSports every week. Clearly, I don't want to that badly. Although honestly, I may ask Bill if there is teaching at archery, because if I could get someone to watch me shoot and tell me "this is what you're doing wrong," that would be kind of good and I might consider waking up early for that, at least a few times.
Speaking of BlazeSports, swim team is this Saturday, which, I'm sure the Jews on my list are already seeing the problem - it's Yom Kippur and since I skipped out on Rosh Hashanah, I really feel like I ought to go. Also I signed up to go to the break the fast after services. Because I can't make it this month, and didn't make it last month, I cleared out my schedule for next month, which meant cancelling an aquarium shift (which is why I added the one on Red Tower - I need to be going twice a month to get my guest pass next year). I need to be doing a better job of getting hours at the zoo, too, but honestly, it's hot, and I don't have khaki shorts.
I got an email today that my 3rd volunteer gig, the reading to an elementary school student, is set to start on October 3rd. So hopefully that will go better this year. That seems kind of last minute to be telling me about it, but I guess it is what it is. They still haven't told me what time I need to show up. I'm hoping for some time in the afternoon, because my poor little brain.
Sunday is my birthday, and that means talking to my aunt and trying to convince her just to get me amazon gift cards, while she comes up with a million things I absolutely do not want and says, "what about this? what about that?" I think we finally settled on socks. Hopefully she doesn't find a way to fuck that up, but she was already trying to convince me on socks that stop at the ankles pretty hard, which I will never wear because I hate socks that stop at the ankles. Honestly, I appreciate that she wants to buy me a present, but I don't understand what her thing is against buying me what I ask for? My parents make things easier. I send them a link, and they order it. My sister will get me an amazon gift card. That's all the presents I expect.
I've been listening to the radio to try to find a song to add to my collection on the first (I always add a song to my collection on the first of every month. It keeps me up to date with modern music and stops me from getting too bored with the music I have). Unfortunately, I really don't hear anything new and clever this month. Does anyone have any suggestions? (Send youtube links!) I like pop, hate rap, and really hate rap in my pop. Some favorites include Miley Cyrus, Katy Perry, Pink, and Lady Gaga. I particularly like listening to songs with a good message.
I miss my puppy.
If anyone has any non-AO3 recs, I'd welcome them! Or just babble at me about this (whether "this" is Prince of Tennis, or getting ambushed by weird fic cravings, or that one fandom that you never thought you'd be into) in the comments.
As tends to happen when I fic-binge, I've ended up thinking a lot about what works for me and what doesn't, both for a specific canon and more broadly. This fandom definitely hits a couple of bulletproof narrative kinks for me - especially 'struggling with an unwanted attraction'/'questioning one's orientation' (with a side of 'concealing it in a hostile environment'), and 'deep platonic loyalty' - and that might explain why I'm so invested in a couple of characters from a shounen sports anime, despite having no interest in school settings or sports.
Does anyone else have an "outlier" fandom or OTP that helped shed light on your narrative kinks? (Also, why are a bunch of mine so hard to describe? It's difficult to go looking for more of something when it takes a paragraph and a half just to summarise the basic concept!)
Medical detail, TMI, mini-rant, brain weirdness and body weirdness ( Read more... )
However, good things today and recently included:
Fall leaves on a row of trees on a hill.
A view of Mt. St Helens enrobed in white snow under a blue sky.
Food ( Read more... )
On Sunday, attending an extremely moving Fall Equinox ritual with the local ADF druidic grove. We'll be back. It's still echoing.
Brain weirdness ( Read more... )
In a bit here I'm going to turn off the screenglow and lights, and light a candle. Yay candles.
On the bright side, none of the ceramics we bought as gifts seem to have broken in transit!
Feeding Mr. Whiskers, by Dawn Bonanno (Fireside)
Dire Wolf, by Michael J. DeLuca (Beneath Ceaseless Skies)
Man-Size, by Gwynne Garfinkle (The Sockdolager)
The Last Cheng Beng Gift, by Jaymee Goh (Lightspeed)
We Came Here to Make Friends, by Martha Hood (The Sockdolager)
If a Bird Can Be a Ghost, by Allison Mills (Apex)
And Sneer of Cold Command, by Premee Mohamed (The Sockdolager)
Plain Jane Learns to Knit Wormholes, by Wendy Nikel (Flash Fiction Online)
Birth, Place, by Brandon O'Brien (Uncanny)
Stories We Carry on the Back of the Night, by Jasper Sanchez (Mithila Review)
Clearly Lettered in a Mostly Steady Hand, by Fran Wilde (Uncanny)
You Can Adapt to Anything, by John Wiswell (Daily Science Fiction)
This is Cary Elwes' memoir of the making of the film, a book I had vaguely meant to read for years, but did not actually get around to until our new roommate left his copy in the house this summer as a sort of placeholder before actually moving in. It's very charming! I'd sort of always had a vague sense that Cary Elwes must in some way resent being forever branded as The Man In Black, and I'm sure that at some points he has and does, but this write-up is probably the most overwhelmingly positive and enthusiastic Hollywood making-of memoir I've ever read. It's clearly intended for people who love the film and want to go on loving it, without a complicated feeling in sight.
My favorite part was probably the enthusiastic things that Cary Elwes and everyone interviewed had to say about Robin Wright and her acting as Buttercup; they're all like "we sailed through on jokes! playing the straight man is the hardest role in the cast! ALSO SHE CAME FROM SOAP OPERAS, SOAP OPERAS ARE SO HARD, DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY LINES PER DAY --" I went in braced to feel vaguely defensive of Robin Wright and Buttercup, as I so often do, and instead I was charmed and endeared!
I also enjoyed accounts of:
- Mandy Patinkin turning up to the first rehearsal with six months of sword practice under his belt, much to Cary Elwes' dismay
- William Goldman freaking out about Rob Reiner setting the leading lady on fire
- Andre the Giant accidentally conking Cary Elwes out on set
- Cary Elwes carefully arranging himself on the grass in an elegant lounging position to hide that he'd broken an ankle joyriding in a golf card
- so much detailed description of sword training and fight choreography! *__* SO MUCH
I called out of work and went back to bed, and spent the day reading fic. And, oh yeah, got my period for the first time since May. Coincidence? I think not.
Sigh. Time to restart the menopause clock.
*as opposed to the normal level of existential dread that I've been feeling every morning since last November, which is bad, but doesn't usually prevent me from getting out of bed most days
These are the characters appearing in "Everything That Is Real About Us."
( Read more... )Uniform: Casual boy clothes.
Qualities: Good (+2) Fast, Good (+2) Intrapersonal Intelligence, Good (+2) Shodo
Poor (-2) Broken Family Background
Powers: Average (0) Super-Intellect
Motivation: To belong.
Tex Airey -- He has fair skin, brown eyes, and long black hair with just a little wave. He keeps trying to grow a mustache and beard, but they come in thin and scraggly. He has numerous children, all out of wedlock and all from different women.
Qualities: Good (+2) Con Artist, Good (+2) Fast, Good (+2) Gamer
Poor (-2) Lech
After the 2003 opening of the Chukchansi Gold Resort and Casino, the Chukchansi Tribe has developed a bad habit of disenrolling its own members. Hundreds of people have been ejected, denying them benefits, and thus giving the survivors a larger share of the pie. The tribe has ousted members of documented ancestry and several of the last native speakers of the Chukchansi language. Between 2003-2013, the tribal membership plummeted from around 1800 members to about 900 members.
In T-America, some tribes still have serious membership problems. Different states have handled this in different ways. Some have designated an existing reservation to accept rejected individuals, so long as they can prove tribal ancestry from the U.S. government rolls. Even if they are no longer counted among their tribe of birth, the government is still liable for its obligations to them. Others have set aside a new reservation from government-owned land, in support of people who want to establish a new tribe from the fragments of several old ones. However, both of those solutions only apply to residents of that state and/or its tribes. There isn't really a national solution yet. Additionally, a few tribes have voted to take in people rejected by related tribes, but this has its own pros and cons. The government is also negotiating with some tribes to sever the dependent relationship, giving them back more of their treaty land but no longer providing payments, in the hope that they can become independent. This would at least get the U.S. government out of the argument over who is or is not "Indian enough."
Watermark (Culaccino) (Vedette Fedele) -- She has light olive skin, brown eyes, and short straight brown hair with a wide stripe of bluish-breen. A blue-and-white tattoo of a wave wraps around the upper part of her left arm. She comes from the municipality of Cosoleto in the region of Calabria in Italy. Vedette is a soft butch lesbian, and prefers lovers of moderate to butch persuasion rather than femmes. Her personality is fluid, easily shaping itself to the current context around her. Skilled at reading people, she makes both friends and business contacts easily.
Watermark works as a bodyguard for the Marionettes, particularly in cases where raw physical violence is not ideal. She uses aikido and de-escalation skills, along with subtle touches of her Water Powers, to keep people safe. If provoked, though, she is entirely capable of making limbs swell to immobility or of filling someone's lungs with water. Her nickname comes not from the colored hair but from her habit of leaving dangerous opponents with a permanent spiral scar by distorting the water within skin cells, so that she and others can recognize them easily in the future.
Origin: When she was thirteen, she got swept away by a flood and presumed lost. She returned three days later with a broad aquamarine streak through her hair, and Water Powers.
Uniform: On duty, she wears a masculine business suit. Off duty, she wears fashionable masculine clothing, usually from Italian designers. For swimming, she likes turquoise and white striped swim trunks with a bareskin top.
Qualities: Expert (+4) Emotional Intelligence, Good (+2) Adaptable, Good (+2) Aikido, Good (+2) Bodyguard, Good (+2) Connecting with People, Good (+2) Dancer, Good (+2) De-escalation
Poor (-2) Worrywart
Powers: Average (0) Water Powers
Vulnerability: As a Water elemental, she takes double damage from Fire, whether superpowered or ordinary.
"We English speakers have tried our best to describe this phenomenon with the phrase “water mark,” but Italians have had this term on lock for quite some time. Whispering the word culaccino makes us want to sit back, relax and sip an ice-cold drink on a hot, lazy day -- and then we remember that it’s fall, and we want to hop on a plane ASAP."
-- Italian Words We Don't Have in English
Here is Watermark with some friends, and a closeup of her Bareskin top. The one on the far left is an Earth elemental tattooed with roses and ivy. Watermark is next, with her blue streak temporarily colored brown. The woman in the pink swimsuit is a transwoman with Fire Powers, and a flaming tattoo on her thigh. The one on the far right is a transman, an Air elemental tattooed with angel wings on his back and birds on his wrists.
There are many types of stealth weapons. Watermark has last-ditch knives laced into her boots. A covert coin knife has a hilt and sheath made from two halves of a coin. Her keychain knife is a Mini Black Night Watchman. A comb knife is typically made of rigid plastic so it won't set off a metal detector. Her money clip also contains a hidden knife. This wicked little gem is a pressure point weapon. Hit someone in a sensitive place, and it increases the effect. Watermark is wearing it in the palmar position for slapping or grabbing, but it could also be worn on the back of the hand, the way some people use heavy rings as brass knuckles.
Sandy Vierra -- She has naturally tan skin, brown eyes, and long curly brown hair. Her body is muscular with wide shoulders, flat chest, and narrow hips. Her heritage is predominantly Latina with some Chinese plus a little British and Italian. She speaks English, Mandarin, and Spanish. Athletic and boisterous, Sandy loves communal sports such as beach volleyball or cooperative obstacle courses. She also enjoys waterfront recreation such as beachcombing and exploring tidepools, and she volunteers to protect baby sea turtles from predators as they scramble toward the waves. On the weekends she likes to visit the Pacific Ocean; during the week she favors the Merced River. Her favorite reading is the trashy fiction characterized as "beach books."
At home Sandy has landscaped her entire yard with plants, primarily native to the area, that require no supplemental watering except to establish new ones. Her house is a lovely little one-bedroom cottage with a studio loft which she has turned into a personal gym. One of her neighbors is a Yokut man who likes to make things from traditional materials. Sandy trades him things from her yard in exchange for him looking after her place when she gets called in to work suddenly or is injured.
Sandy serves as a firefighter in Mercedes, California. Her courage and energy make her very popular with her teammates. She is interested in learning soup care, but hasn't had an opportunity yet. Sandy is not good at ladythings such as painting her face or walking in high heels. She thinks she's hawt enough in fireproof pants and a sport bra. She is right.
Qualities: Master (+6) Boundless Energy, Master (+6) Courage, Expert (+4) Athlete, Expert (+4) Firefighter, Expert (+4) Strength, Good (+2) Beach Fun, Good (+2) Hawt, Good (+2) Teamwork, Good (+2) Thermodynamics, Good (+2) Xericulture
Poor (-2) Ladythings
Saltation (Digo Ingram) -- He has ruddy skin, brown eyes, and short curly brown hair. He wears a short beard that goes from ear to ear, wrapping under his jaw. He has some pretty radical scars from a beach accident, but the big ones are hidden under knee-length shorts and a t-shirt. Digo enjoys beachcombing, and often picks up litter as he goes. He also makes and plays percussion instruments from junk. Often he incorporates large pieces of beach garbage, such as hubcaps or PVC pipe; the chemical changes caused by water can create fascinating influences on the musical notes produced.
Digo took a double major at the Scripps Institution of Oceanography, studying both the biology and geology of coastal environments with an eye toward environmental preservation. Currently he works for the California Coastal Sediment Management Workgroup, primarily replenishing beaches by moving sand from undesirable locations (such as harbors) to desirable locations (such as shrinking beaches). Sometimes he also helps with marine search-and-rescue; in the picture, he's holding a mask after recovering the body of a supervillain who drowned when he dove into the ocean to escape arrest. Christopher also does presentations on environmental awareness and the creative application of superpowers in professional work.
Origin: During a college field trip, he was swept away by a rogue wave and battered against the rocks. While submerged, he struggled to regain control of himself and move purposefully through the water -- and his superpowers manifested. He spurted up onto a large outcropping of rock, where the Coast Guard managed to rescue him.
Qualities: Master (+6) Naturalistic Intelligence, Expert (+4) Citizenship, Expert (+4) Water Sports, Good (+2) Junk Percussionist, Good (+2) Marine Biologist, Good (+2) Marine Geologist
Poor (-2) Fear of Fire
Powers: Expert (+4) Beach Powers
His superpowers primarily influence Earth and Water, allowing him to influence local ocean currents and control the movement of sand. He can manipulate Air also, but only at Good (+2) level.
Vulnerability: He takes double damage from fire. This has left him with a strong fear of it, not phobia level (since it is a reasonable fear) but enough to be bothersome at times.
Motivation: To protect the beaches of California.
Signal-boosting much appreciated!
Do jellyfish dream of gelatinous sheep?
Ephrat Livni @ Quartz: Octlantis is a just-discovered underwater city engineered by octopuses
Gloomy octopus males seem to spend a great deal of time chasing each other out of dens.
Ed Yong @ the Atlantic: Octopuses Do Something Really Strange to Their Genes
It’s impossible to say if their prolific use of RNA editing is responsible for their alien intellect, but “that would definitely be my guess”
Greta Keenan @ New Scientist: Fish recorded singing dawn chorus on reefs just like birds
Nocturnal predatory fish use calls to stay together to hunt, while fish that are active during the day use sound to defend their territory.