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|Monday, March 10th, 2014|
|Speedy Call for Submissions
Originally posted by timprov
at Speedy Call for Submissions
Lydy at the Van Dusen House.
So, I’m working on the prepress design for the print version of The Reader: War for the Oaks, which I’m planning to kickstart in April. (If you’ve been wondering why there’s been no movement for a while, it’s because I decided I wanted to run the Kickstarter during Minicon.)
Anyway, it feels light on text to me, and I have a few more pages to work with than I need, so I thought I’d commission essays in appreciation of War for the Oaks to go into the book along with the photos. I figure that’s something well in the wheelhouse of a lot of people reading this. (For clarity’s sake, that’s in appreciation of Emma Bull’s novel, not of my photos.)
Payment is $50 plus a copy of the book. I need to ask a question of my printer before I figure out the deadline, but you’ll have at least until March 21st. (Hopefully this will be updated soon.) Submissions via email to firstname.lastname@example.org.
|Sunday, March 9th, 2014|
The room mate who moved in today has been transferred.
He's paid me for March, but will be gone by the 20th.(originally posted on dreamwidth. I'd like to keep all my comments in one place, so I'd rather you comment there by creating an openID cross-site login.)
|Monday, March 10th, 2014|
|Sunday, March 9th, 2014|
|March at North Beach Park
Saturday, March 22, 9 a.m.: Spring is busting out all over in North Beach Park. Skunk Cabbage is coming up in the wetlands, Pacific water leaf up in the trailsides, red flowering currant and Indian plum are blooming on the slopes, and everything is leafing and budding and getting ready to pop. Please sign up in advance on Cedar so we can make our plans.
We meet, rain or shine, at the main entrance to the park, 24th Ave and 90th St. NW. Wear weather-appropriate layers that can get dirty and sturdy shoes or mud boots. We provide tools, gloves, and guidance. Bring water and a snack as you need them but there are no facilities at the park. All ages and skill levels are welcome, but children must be accompanied by a parent or guardian.
Parking is on 90th St., east of 24th Ave. The #61 bus stops across the street from the park, and the #40 and #48 stop at 85th and 24th; check Metro for details.
After the workparty, starting about 12:30, join us for a Washington Native Plant Society field trip and restoration seminar. Here are the details:
Restoration Seminar of North Beach Natural Area, Saturday, March 22, 12:30 – 2:30
North Beach Park is a 9 acre ravine park in NW Seattle that has been under restoration since 2011. The bottomland is a permanently saturated wetland, yet there are also dry upland slopes, providing a variety of microenvironments in a small area. We’ll talk about some of the issues and opportunities facing restoration in small urban forests. We’ll also talk about the different forest types and what they mean to restoration efforts. We’d like this to be a seminar on restoration, and welcome any and all input.
Trail description: The trail has some moderate elevation changes, and is occasionally narrow and slippery. There are two log stream crossings.
Contact: Luke McGuff, 206-715-9135, email@example.com (email preferred).
Save the date for upcoming workparties: April 26th, June 28th, and July 26th. They’re also 9 a.m. to 12 noon, and meet at the main entrance to the park.
Can’t join us for a work party? Donate to the Seattle Parks Foundation to support restoration efforts at North Beach Park. Visit their website and click on the “Donate” button. Your donation is tax-deductible. Money will be used for tools, materials, and supplies. Donating is an important and appreciated expression of community support.
Mirrored from Nature Intrudes. Please comment over there.
I just watched Ep1 of CNN's "Death Row Stories". Very well done. Susan Sarandon does the voice over and the story is totally without the overdrama that the other networks insist on. Refreshing and interesting. The story was also about a murder in Greenwood, SC which is a tiny town I lived and worked in years ago. Interesting to see the shots from around town.
This afternoon, I did a massive cleanup of TiVo. Went from 80% full to 50% full. There were multiple episodes of programs I didn't even ever remember wanting to see.
There are still a lot of non-transferable movies on the harddrive that I'm just going to have to eat if the thing dies. But, I feel better about it all since I've gone through it with a fine toothed and thoughtful comb.
|Monday, March 10th, 2014|
|Edward R. Murrow, 60 Years Ago: Those Who ‘Keep Silent’ Share ‘Responsibility For The Result’
On March 9, 1954, Edward R. Murrow hosted “A Report on Senator Joseph McCarthy,” perhaps the most famous episode of his CBS show, See It Now. In this time of climate crisis and climate silence — Murrow is a reminder that at one time journalists spoke out on the greatest issues of the day:
This is no time for men who oppose Senator McCarthy’s methods to keep silent…. We can deny our heritage and our history, but we cannot escape responsibility for the result. There is no way for a citizen of a republic to abdicate his responsibilities.
The New York Times has called Edward R. Murrow, “Perhaps the most esteemed American journalist since Ben Franklin.” But now his courage and moral outrage in the face of injustice and intimidation seem to be of a lost era.
Even back in 1990, the Times could write, ” Since his day, commercial television has shown little enthusiasm for controversy of the sort that he courted; all the news divisions take chances from time to time, but the intervals seem long, and none of his successors conveys the passionate conviction that came so naturally to him.”
How far journalism has further descended since then can be seen daily on Fox News and the cable news scream-fests. But the real plague infecting the media was perhaps best exposed in a 2009 cover story on Paul Krugman by Newsweek‘s Evan Thomas. Assuming we don’t devote the mere 0.11% of GDP per year needed to avert climate catastrophe, future generations who are puzzled about our fatal myopia need look no further for explanation than Thomas’s remarks.
Thomas begins with the amazing admission, “If you are of the establishment persuasion (and I am),” and continues with words that should be emblazoned across journalism schools around the country:
By definition, establishments believe in propping up the existing order. Members of the ruling class have a vested interest in keeping things pretty much the way they are. Safeguarding the status quo, protecting traditional institutions, can be healthy and useful, stabilizing and reassuring. But sometimes, beneath the pleasant murmur and tinkle of cocktails, the old guard cannot hear the sound of ice cracking. The in crowd of any age can be deceived by self-confidence….
Thomas was writing about the economic crisis, but his words apply far better to the global Ponzi scheme. Indeed, his words could not more ironically apply to the catastrophic global warming that he and his establishment buddies are all but blind to — the sound of ice cracking in the Arctic, Greenland, and Antarctica.
We’re fast approaching climatic tipping points — the loss of Arctic sea ice, the disintegration of the great ice sheets, the release of vast amounts of carbon from the permafrost, Dust-Bowlification of much of the world’s arable land — that are catastrophic and irreversible on a time frame of centuries.
Even once-reticent climatologists are speaking out because, as Dr. Lonnie Thompson has written, “Virtually all of us are now convinced that global warming poses a clear and present danger to civilization.” Some climatologists, like James Hansen and Jason Box, have joined direct action and been arrested for it.
How can any of us do less? Frederick Douglass said in 1857:
“If there is no struggle there is no progress. Those who profess to favor freedom and yet deprecate agitation are men who want crops without plowing up the ground; they want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters. This struggle may be a moral one, or it may be a physical one, and it may be both moral and physical, but it must be a struggle. Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did and it never will.”
I don’t know if the climate crisis can be prevented in an era where much of the media is effectively an agent of the status quo rather than of the public interest. But I do know that Murrow’s words are as true today as they were 60 years ago: Those who keep silent on the great moral crisis of our time cannot escape responsibility for the grim result.
The post Edward R. Murrow, 60 Years Ago: Those Who ‘Keep Silent’ Share ‘Responsibility For The Result’ appeared first on ThinkProgress.
|Sunday, March 9th, 2014|
|Three little letters ...
Yeah, we're playing a show at Filk Ontario!
This was originally posted on Dreamwidth, after which it wandered out to various other sites. Feel free to reply where ever you want. I should still see it.
|Late Breaking News...
Little Red Reviewer gave my short story "God Box," which appears in KING DAVID AND THE SPIDERS OF MARS, a really awesome review. The full review is here: http://littleredreviewer.wordpress.com/2014/03/05/king-david-and-the-spiders-from-mars/
but the take away? The very best compliment anyone has ever given me about my writing, "Shit just got real."
To which I say? Shit just got awesome
The reviewer also said that it felt like the main character had walked out of a novel or a space opera series and showed us a slice of her life. That's high praise, indeed. Especially since for me, as a reader, that's the feeling I like to get when I'm reading a short story, too.
In other news, I forgot to mention in my previous con report--I'll have more tomorrow, but I'm exhausted and still processing--that one of the cutest moments of the con came after the Anime party, when Mason and I went looking for food in the con suite and we ended sitting next to two women who were probably twice Mason's age (which is to say about 20.) They had been at the Anime party and had announced that they were going to be hosting a panel at Detour called, "Name that Anime Tune." So, Mason sang them a good portion of the Toriko opening them (in Japanese, mind), they countered with my least favorite Bleach opener, then the three of us sang the second Bleach opener... all this goofy singing would be cool enough, but then the three of them sang the Free! ending them COMPLETE WITH DANCE MOVES.
It was pretty darling.
Mason has found his people.
|Monday, March 10th, 2014|
|Dear world, get over your fascination with coriander, kthxbye
- Cleaned the house, all shiny and fancy like. Particularly liked the part where the next morning, the YoT came out and asked if I'd done the vacuuming yet and offering to do it. I'm like "Can't you tell?" O.o
- Took the boat out for a few hours down the northeastern side of the Miramar peninsula. There's a shelf about 200m offshore I was looking for, but failed to find. I spent some time with anchor/berley and got bites, and I seem to be developing a knack for catching accidental blue cod. They like it when I stop the boat to faff around with something, it's like they know
I'm not paying attention. Actually, I think they just like drifting lures, so I might try that next time out. Anyway, still too small for me to be comfortable with taking home so back they went, but catching fish is better than not catching fish, eh? Also, my paddling is improving in leaps and bounds.
- On the kayak front, this week we'll be picking up my whitewater boat from my brother's for Dr Wheel to try out. Apparently the spray skirt is still there but the paddle's nowhere to be found. Weird.
- Spent all day Sunday in the garden. Trimmed edges, weeded, pruned, spread sweet pea and nasturtium seeds on all the unused banks, picked another 15 or so tomatoes, mulched, mowed the lawn, planted out broccoli, marigolds, cornflowers, stocks, and cosmos. Onions and carrots are coming up in seed trays. First lot of tomatoes is almost finished, second lot starting, beans about to come on, courgettes still going, and my solitary capsicum is getting bigger. Also, chillies!
- Went for dinner at Flying Burrito Brothers*, An hour and a half later our food hadn't arrived so we gave up and left because we had to be at a show. They were rushed off their feet and short staffed, and when we went back later they refunded us which made me feel a lot better about the whole thing, but I'm still not sure I'll go back. The show was really fun, lots of entertaining circus stuff and of course, adagio. As usual it inspired me to try doing things that will take years to get good at.
- Had a visit from the youngest Wheel. He's 19 months old and not really talking yet, but perfectly able to communicate just the same. Also, we had lunch in the sun on the deck, and my plate was sitting on the decking with a knife on it. Young Wheel was stomping and he noticed the clinking of the knife on the plate. I watched in fascination as he stomped right by the plate, then moved further away and tried it again, then right as far away as he could get to test his range. Smart kid. Eep.
* Turns out that Mexican and Thai are the two styles of food to avoid if you dislike coriander. I've taken to telling waitstaff I'm allergic because it makes them stop requiring justification for not wanting it in my meal. "Oh, do you just not like it?" is a really invalidating thing to hear when you ask about it. Actually no, I don't just
not like it. I am genetically predisposed to have my entire meal taste like it's been doused in laundry soap if it's in there, to the point where it's just
inedible. But I don't want to have to keep repeating this, so I say I'm allergic and they shut up. Regardless, Mexican and Thai are better if I make them myself - then I can avoid the whole issue.
|Sunday, March 9th, 2014|
|What I did today
I didn't go to church. Have been feeling too badly to be around people.
Ate, with a bit of difficulty. New med makes me much less interested in remembering to eat at regular intervals.
Took my morning medication. One of them. Forgot other two. Brain continues not to work very well.
Read the paper.
Stripped voice mails.
Went to Home Depot and bought lightbulbs. It took me almost half an hour to decide which light bulbs to buy. Making decisions when severely depressed is hard.
Came home, installed lightbulbs. All light bulbs in bathroom now work, and the lightstand in my bedroom has softer white compact florescents instead of blue-tinged compact florescents.
Washed a few dishes.
Exchanged a few Facebook messages with my sister, who is checking up on me.
Searched online for sources of StudioTac, the fixative I use for my soulcollage cards. Discovered the company that makes it went out of business due to Hurricane Sandy. I found a few places that claim to have it if I want to order online, but I was really hoping to find a source in town.
Picked up prescriptions for me and Delia at Walgreens.
Drove Fiona to gaming.
Took two bags of paperback books to Paperback Exchange for store credit. Dropped a few other books off at various Little Free Lending Libraries in the neighborhood.
Negotiated a deal with Rob (with Delia's assistance), a deadline after which a certain shelf has to get emptied.
Brought the last of the Christmas cookies that were still sitting on the porch to keep frozen (just a few left) and emptied them into the trash.
Went to Target and bought ginger and organic lemons. Came home and made ginger dragon tea and drank it.
Discovered ice dam dripping water into my kitchen. Went down to the basement to unearth wooden ladder; not big enough. Went out to garage to get out our steel extension ladder, but it is simply buried behind piles of Rob's hoarded stuff and I estimate it would have taken two or three hours to have unearthed it.
Said some bad words.
Pushed down my pride and asked neighbor across the alley if he had a ladder I could borrow. He good-naturedly brought it over, set it up, and got up on the overhang above the kitchen and shoveled the snow off. He said that the leaking won't stop for awhile because there's still about four inches of ice up there. And he noticed there were no tin shingles or caulking to protect the point where the overhang meets the wall. Leaks will undoubtedly continue.
I thanked him profusely while privately cursing some more.
At times when driving around town on various errands, I had tears rolling down my face, but I kept going. I reminded myself to breathe when the pain was too bad.
Perhaps now I will do some laundry. I have no socks left.
All this is really rather heroic, considering how I feel. All this busy-ness has kept the darkest thoughts at bay for a little while today. And I had taken care of some stuff that has been driving me crazy around the house, so that might help.
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|Noo! Not NOW!
So as part of the general rearrangement of the east end of the kitchen, I tapped the crappy one-bulb-in-a-white-glass-globe fixture in that end of the room with a broom handle.
It didn't break. But it made me think about that fixture and how easy it would be to replace it with something better suited to the new use for that end of the kitchen. So I did a little online shopping, and found a fixture I love. For some other room. DOH!( giant pictureCollapse )
Maybe the dining room.
But it's also $754. Which is a lot.(originally posted on dreamwidth. I'd like to keep all my comments in one place, so I'd rather you comment there by creating an openID cross-site login.)
I only made $1.25 on my free slot play today. But I found a penny in the parking lot, so it's all good. Current Mood: complacent
I wish I knew how to find goat cheese like the kind used on Target's goat cheese and spinach pizza by itself.... Because it occurs to me that while I detest cream cheese.... and I prefer my bagels toasted with butter/smartbalance.... the taste of this soft tangy-in-a-different-way-from-cream-chee
se item could be good between some kind of thin crunchy cracker and some lox
(if I ever managed to get my hands/tastebuds on lox in the near future... but at least with that I know what everyone calls it)
|OK. OK. OK. O..wait. Who do I know from THERE?!
Since I started the blog, I've had visitors from 8 different countries: USA, France, Canada, New Zealand, Australia, UK, South Africa, and Russia. Which sounds impressive. But each of those non-US countries, I can personally name the person or persons who visited the blog from there.
Except one country: I have no idea who the two visitors from Russia were.(originally posted on dreamwidth. I'd like to keep all my comments in one place, so I'd rather you comment there by creating an openID cross-site login.)
|Dear Daylight Savings Time,
God damn it, it was just starting to get a bit light at 5:30 in the morning. Not daylight, but at least a hint of gray dawn pale around the edges so it wasn't full dark. Yes, I'm sure I'll appreciate having an extra hour of light in the evenings eventually (right now, it doesn't really help 'cos the train I can catch doesn't pull in that early), but now that the rain is lovely and warm instead of wintry mix, Shoobie wants to stay out and hunt worms in the mud when I let the dogs out for their morning pee. It's somehow all that much worse to have to wade out into the mudpit formerly known as the side yard in the pitch dark of night to retrieve the Little King of Everything.
|Not using it
With a lazy morning of forethought, today I will not use it. I may lose it, but whatever. I'm taking today off. I have spent hours this morning, dozing and reading and breakfasting and reading and dozing and playing computer games and after I finish all this, I plan to watch TV and knit. So, if you lose it when you don't use it, I'm prepared for the loss.
And I am not going to knit sweaters for penguins. I love to knit and I thing penguins are adorable but, even if this sweaters for penguins thing didn't surface about every three years and if it was not a hoax and I would not be interested. When every child who wants one in Seattle, has a teddy bear hand knitted by me, I'll look at other ways I can contribute but knitting sweaters for birds a half a world away ain't going to be one of them.
I woke up this morning with my mouth aching. I'm ready to be done with that, thank you. There is still one spot on the roof of my mouth that is really tender. Ibuprofen has taken care of the ache. I guess I'm stuck with time for healing the roof of my mouth. I am having that freakin' pork chop for dinner tonight even if it hurts.
|more culinary discoveries
I've avoided white chicken meat like the plague for most of my life because I didn't see the point in bothering with a meat that didn't have flavor. Flavor is what I like about meat.
It turns out that some portion of the cooking world puts a significant effort into cooking chicken so it doesn't have flavor. It turns out also, if you don't do that, white meat has flavor. I always thought the times I accidentally stumbled on white meat that had flavor it was some freak accident. It turns out it's just a matter of not abusing the poor thing.
Yay, yumyum :)
(this is one reason I don't like mixing non-seafood meats.... to me they each have a distinct flavor and if you mix it up you miss out on that)
I know, I know, this journal has been seriously lacking in pictures of the Extradimensional Retriever. But yesterday was Cinder's first birthday, so now I *have* to post a picture. Here's a rare moment of good behavior.