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podcast friday
It's been a challenging transition from Kelsey McKinney to new host Rachelle Hampton, but Rachelle has finally hit her stride with this episode (and the one after it)—it's very funny and her storytelling here does the thing where you're like, "and then what happened?" It helps that the subject matter is up my alley. Anyway, it is incredibly cute so take a break from doomscrolling and give it a listen.
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The Week in Spikedluv (May 16 – May 22)
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Pool and Weekly Update
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The rest of this post will probably be less coherent than normal. I've been finding that I'm really tired lately and that's making it hard for me to find the motivation to post and the spoons to organize my thoughts.
The last two weeks have been good. I practiced my flute, made progress on Duolingo, did a bit of weeding, didn't entirely fail at doing the dishes, and I read one and a half books.
Mother's Day weekend included flower shopping and planting, a Mother's day brunch at a nice restaurant, and some shopping.
Last weekend was a friend's birthday party -fun but socially draining-, a trip to a car show and dinner at a winery. It was a fun with, with a lot of cool cars. :)
Coming up, I'm going to hang out with my good friend, get some chores done this weekend, then maybe participate in my sister's amazing race. Hopefully I can get some sleep and see if that fixes some of my problems.
Have a good weekend everyone. :)
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Today, We Begin
Tonight is some kind of champaign mixer for parents and.... Wesleyan grads? professors? It's somewhat unclear. Shawn and I are bringing along somewhat fancy dress so that we can look exactly like the scholarship parents we are. And by "bringing along" I mean that we are stuffing our somewhat fancy clothes into a backpack and bringing it along to our real job for thae day: Packing.
Mason has sent a few things home via FedEx early.Things he was not likely to miss, like his winter clothes. Now we triage what we can pack up and send back via some mail service (now that we will have a car, likely USPS, since it should be cheaper) and what absolutely has to come back in the car with us Like most college students, Mason started out with almost nothing and now has an apartment full of things. Wish us luck.
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Interesting Links for 23-05-2025
- 1. Why are Scotland's councils so short of cash when tax is going up?
- (tags:scotland tax )
- 2. Greenland Signs Lucrative Minerals Deal with Europe in Blow to Trump
- (tags:Europe USA materials Greenland trade )
- 3. How I Beat NES Mario in 0.000005 Seconds (the nerdiest video I have ever watched. If you've seen something nerdier then do let me know)
- (tags:video games programming technology mario )
- 4. Trump's image of dead 'white farmers' came from Reuters footage in Congo, not South Africa
- (tags:USA politics Africa southafrica )
- 5. Programmers spend 5% of their time editing code, the rest is mostly understanding it/the issue they're trying to solve..
- (tags:programming research )
- 6. Which word made you old? (Mine was GOAT)
- (tags:language age change comic )
- 7. Explaining "what a species is" turns out to be very very tricky
- (tags:video ontology life )
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Traveled down the road and back again. Your heart is true--you're a pal and a confidant.
Yesterday was a busy day at work. While I was off for Jess birthay a volunteer activity appeared. And then another. I was interested in both, so that was the beginning of my morning. The oncology team is working half a day on Monday, and they need someone to take calls for them to be able to schedule radiology appointments. Otherwise, they'll have a full day of calls to make on Tuesday, when we (and they) Will already be slammed. They're willing to pay me 4 hours of Time and a half, plus 4 hours of regular holiday pay. Which works out to double time and a half. It's the same arrangement they offered for MLK Day, and I'm just sorry it's not a full day.
Later on in the day, my boss gave me more info. My pay is coming out of oncology's budget, and I'm the only one who was actually offerered the job. They put it on the team chat, but no one else was interested. I don't think our pool opens til noon anyway, so I can 100% be the sole employee that day. My boss was like "Call me if you need me, but I know you won't."
Later on, we got an email inviting people to work the Hopkins booth at the Various pride festivals. I signed up for the 12-2 shift on 6/14 at the trans pride table. I really want to do it, and maybe see a bit of the festival while we're there. I'm going to find our fanny pack to wear for it.
Hopefully it won't be terribly hot. Either way, I'm going to do it.
I haven't been down in forever, and I'm not looking forward to parking, but I think it'll be fun. I'm going to get a hat between now and then, to avoid my face looking like a lobster.
Aside from that, things are relatively quiet. I made gochujang chicken last nighty, whihch involved a marinade of gochujang, soy and honey. It was baller, and there's some left over for today, which makes me happy. a Little bit spicy, but really tasty.
And now, I've got to work on some stuff for game on Saturday. Everyone have an excellent Friday!
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Detective Comics #621
Writer: Alan Grant
Pencils: Norm Breyfogle
Inks: Steve Mitchell
This issue is told via flashback as Batman tells Tim what happened to his parents.
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Detective Comics 2025 Annual #1 - "Batman, Do Not Solve My Murder"

I had a really good time kind of finding my level with Batman. I think the notes I got back for the first draft was that my Batman was a little too chummy and a little too quirky and a little too friendly. He needs to be a little bit spikier. And I was like, "Yeah, I get that." -- Al Ewing
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D.O.P.-T.
Earlier—well before lunch but later than it should have been—the dog took me on an epic walkies. I had to turn back towards home, via the near section of the park, and then when we reached our driveway she walked right past it and was headed for a whole second walkies. I think she'd had a bit too much sun, so I did bring her back into the house.
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I'm a 100 year old cat
I did have to take more breaks than usual (and very thankful I'm at the hotel. 10 years ago I would have stayed at a boutique hotel that made me happy and walk a few blocks. Now I want to be able to run to my room whenever I need to.
I had my presentation today. It was very interesting. Only 4 men came up to talk to me. Women on the other hand were all around me, thrilled by the topic (women doctors/women medical schools) and one came up with her poster for a different woman scientist that no one talks about and showed it to me on her phone. Another is a veteran telling me she's friends with the female thunderbird pilot who was just removed from the DOJs website thanks to Trump and how they're afraid they won't even be allowed to have their 50 anniversary of something women in the military (can't remember what) They understand the need to preserve this history at a time when it's actively being erased.
A younger woman stopped in (obviously a student) who was absolutely taken with the poster and my name (hers is one letter different but very different in pronounciation of the vowels). Later, an Armenian professor stopped in to tell me his daughter would love this and I asked if that was the young woman I was talking with. He was so excited I remembered her and then proceeded to tell me how his mother would have liked this presentation because she had wanted to be a doctor but back in the 50s wasn't allowed to go to school in Iraqi (because her father didn't want her to get her head turned by a non-Armenian)
I didn't get the foot traffic as some posters because it wasn't as applicable to teaching as others but I had women dragging over other women to see my work. That makes it worth it
The vendors were paying for cocktails tonight (I got an extra ticket from the imprinted sheet vendor because she liked me) and holy crap the hotel was milking it. My gin and tonics were literally just tumblers filled with gin and a whisper of tonic. I was buzzed by the time I got back up here and made bad doordash decisions. Okay not bad but average, so very very average. Disappointing. Hopefully tomorrow shall be better. I need to figure out who is open on Sundays because not all of them are.
Oh and I looked up what my cough medicine to see how it works and it's made from insect venom that numbs your lung's carina (the center of cough reflexes) and your throat. Well then. I didn't have bug venom on my bingo card
Forgot to mention yesterday i knocked yet another dexcom off early. Sigh. I knew it was getting loose so I brought another one but these are like 300$ each so if they keep falling off early it's going to be a problem.
Comm rec thursday. Here's two. a new Buffyverse one
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It's a cup trick shell game, it's a puff of smoke
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Last night's shooting at the Capital Jewish Museum is still going around in my head, even if I didn't have people in the Jewish professional community of D.C. I don't want to entertain a referendum on the politics of the victims any more than I want to hear it about detained students or deportees, but it feels too cheap for irony that the shooter targeted an event with a focus on humanitarian aid in Gaza: all that mattered was that it aggregated Jews. The word antisemitism should be like hot iron in the mouth of the man in the White House. What he has to offer, none of us need.
In stark contrast to the mishegos with FB, when Criterion's website refused to honor a gift certificate I had received from them in the last month, I was able to get a real live person on their customer support staff who solved the problem for me so that I could ship a DVD of Arsenic and Old Lace (1944) to a relative who really needed it. Maybe I should try to bribe them for editions of my favorite films.
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[food] ... :|
Wagamama have once again Done The Thing, by which I mean: the reliable Always Food For Alexes thing they've been doing for the last little while has rotated back off their menu.
The thing I tried instead today was sufficiently food for me to finish the rice but not sufficiently food for me to finish all of the toppings; I am suspicious of pho in "a clear yuzu broth" (which is not the same thing as "I won't try it").
(This is a Thing they have now done Twice, the first time about 15 years ago, and YES I AM HOLDING A GRUDGE.)
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Connecticut has no Ocean

Image: whaling ship in the grey, cold rain
Shawn and I have made this trip to Connecticut (and back again) five times. Once to move Mason in, and then four times now to move him out. We have never, ever been able to see anything more off the coast of Connecticut than mist. I was pretty sure that the whole fog-of-nothingness/evil was supposed to be a Stephen King thing for Maine, not Connecticut, but here we are, our fifth trip, and there is clearly NO OCEAN OFF THE COAST. It is all greyness and LIES.
But, we managed a fun sight seeing trip anyway.
We went to Mystic, CT, bringing along with us both Mason and his partner Jas.

Mason, our grad, (left) and Jas (right) at the Black Sheep in Nantic, CT.
The Seaport Museum was probably an interesting choice given the foul weather, and, honestly, I would have hoped that pouring rain would mean that we'd have the place to ourselves. No, every school group in the history of school groups were all there, making trying to get into the litttle faux village shops somewhat of a crapshoot. It was a lovely little space, though. Mason and I explored the whaling ship and I got inspired to do a better job explaining how cramped berths on sailing ships (in my case space ships) can be.
I'm going to say, however, that my favorite thing was seeing a family of geese and their three little goslings.
And getting to see Mason hanging out with the person he calls "love."
We did not get any packing done today, but the four of us got very moist and a little cross, so it's back to the AirBnB for us. Clothes are in the dryer and my wet toeies are tucked under the covers. We are giving up for the day, with only dinner out for plans. I wish we'd had better weather, but we had excellent company and that's what it's all about.
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Long Ago and Far Away: Repatriation of the Canadian Constitution
I'm intentionally not looking up the details as I write this, because the initial point I want to make involves what it looked like to J. Random, not what it looked like to the well informed. It's been a "hot" political issue for me ever since, as it had major effects on both my attitude and my future life choices; this has only been somewhat mitigated by recent examination of the actual history. I'm hoping "what it looked like to me" might cast some light on non-specialist perception of current and recent political issues, still too hot for most people to discuss - or even think about - objectively or even calmly.
There first thing to know is that I had no clue why the constitution was being repatriated, or even what the term "repatriation" was intended to mean. The whole thing was being presented as a good thing (TM), so I was clear that the political classes wanted it. (Later review suggests this was spin, not reality.) As I (mis)understood it, the idea was that Canada would take control of its own constitution, previously controlled by the United Kingdom and its parliament. This was good and necessary ... but why? Ah, nationalism. "We" wanted to control "our" own destiny, and were taking that control.
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The Big Idea: Christy Climenhage
The world can be a dark and scary place. It would be foolish not to acknowledge this, but to author Christy Climenhage, it’s also important to acknowledge the ways in which we all keep on keepin’ on in the trying times. Follow along in the Big Idea for her debut novel, The Midnight Project, and see how the world is ending, and yet still going.
CHRISTY CLIMENHAGE:
There are lots of themes underlying my debut sci-fi thriller, The Midnight Project: genetic engineering gone wrong, man-made ecological collapse, what it means to be human, what exactly is wrong with late-stage capitalism and the commodification of science. But for me, the Big Idea behind my book lies in the resilience of the two main characters who just keep going as everything collapses around them. The book asks: how do we live a good and meaningful life in a crumbling world? How do we muddle through the pre-apocalypse?
I’m slightly appalled by how familiar this fictional dystopian world feels – powerful billionaires, dying pollinators, corporate greed, off-the-charts scientific possibilities but everything is spiraling into disaster. These days (today, I mean), I can read about ultra-rich men with a messianic complex who want to save humanity while carelessly destroying the environment, or mining companies that want to strip the ocean floor before even bothering to map its ecosystems. Philip K. Dick and Octavia Butler would weep. J.R.R. Tolkien would be mightily pissed off at the companies stealing words from his realms to name their businesses.
I suppose the world of The Midnight Project is rooted in reality as well as fiction. I wrote it and re-wrote it during the darkest part of the covid-19 pandemic when we were all just getting up and getting on with it. The bad news “out-there,” until it encroached on “in-here.” The work piling up even while the stores closed, the hospitals filled and everyone stayed home. The kids still in school, online, then in-person, with the rules changing every five minutes to try to keep them safe. No enrichment, no entertainment, just everyone hiding under their rock, trying to get by, putting food on the table, getting the laundry done. I suppose it’s typical of late-stage capitalism that even as the world was crashing down, everyone still needed their paycheque to cover groceries.
Of course, when I talk about today’s world in pre-apocalyptic terms, I’m not being prescient. I’m recognizing the fear and anxiety that underlays much of what is happening in the world right now. And the feeling of powerlessness that might make a person desperate enough to attempt to create an oceanic hybrid human just to feel they could make a difference. In Frankenstein, the monster’s creator is motivated by a dark ambition to create life and then is horrified at the result. In The Midnight Project, Raina is motivated by money and ambition but also wants to salvage something good out of the circumstances she finds herself in. In her heart, she is motivated by a desire for redemption.
In the midst of cataclysmic problems around the world that just keep piling up, our two genetic engineer heroes see an opportunity to do some good in the world, or at least try to prevent someone else from doing worse. It’s not much, but it’s within their control, and their abilities.
Going back to the today’s reality for a second, I think it’s normal to wonder how to live a meaningful life in our current circumstances too—how to lead a life filled with hope, ambition and purpose. And I can’t deny how much I relate to the two main characters of The Midnight Project, Raina and Cedric, just getting up and going to work every day, in spite of everything barreling toward them. So, according to the story, and my own experience, how does one muddle through the pre-apocalypse? Let’s take a lesson from our plucky heroes.
First, Raina and Cedric hold onto their comforting routines. They drink coffee together every morning out of the same mugs, watch the Holo-News and compartmentalize their lives. Then they turn to the hard work of inventing deep-sea human hybrids. The big bad world out there, the safe world inside their laboratory. They keep tabs, they know what’s happening in the outside world, but they hold it at bay and get on with the things they need to do to get by. They ignore some things. As Raina says, “They were trying times and I only wanted to try in certain ways.” They get up, they go to work, they keep solving their problems. One step at a time. One foot in front of the other. With perseverance. With persistence. With, occasionally, steely-eyed determination.
Second, at the heart of everything, Cedric and Raina hold fast to meaningful relationships, even if they’re isolated and cut off. Even if those relationships are themselves imperfect. They cling to comfort and each other and keep drinking their coffee to the bitter end (bitter, get it? Because it’s coffee).
And finally, through it all, they try to do just a little good in the world, even when it feels like the world is too big and too far gone to make much of a difference. As Cedric says, “We cannot fix the world. But in this tiny corner of it, perhaps we can control our own destiny, at least for a while.” This little bit of agency and momentum is the way they light a candle against the darkness. This is the way they cleave to hope in the pre-apocalypse.
And maybe there’s something in that for our trying times too.