October 19th, 2017
wanderlustlover: (Inconvenient Truths - imaginaryalice34)
I think about starting this up, taking this up, having taken it up again, a lot the last few days. It's the go-to topic in my head that is not King Lear Act I, AP Multiple Choice Strategies, or Tropes & Schemes Poetry. I've turned over and over in my head this idea I've been trying to put into words, about the glaring hole of silence in my world, in my heart, in my head.

I think about talking about feeling relieved every time I've hit send, like this iota footprint of space has cleared out from my clogged to choking mind, never quite sure how to put it into words. My last post was the beginning of my 2017 version for 31 Days of Blogging (which I've actually been working on since this morning/last night, making sure all the links were updated right, and picking pictures during work today on the side), and I thought I'd glance at my number II from 2013.

Starting out, my options, were amusing, but then I hit twelve and felt my heart stutter.
12. I write a lot. A lot. And it's true that maybe there is only one person who sees it that on a daily basis, whether that's in a game or it's in iMessage. But it's there, and I really only massively worry about how my internal barometer is doing when I stop being able to see where the massive daily/weekly outpouring of my words is.
I used to talk about this a lot. The idea words (words, words) defined where my internal barometer truly was, and you could tell something was wrong if I was quiet and not writing. It wasn't ever not true. A number of words happening in my week. Anywhere. Everywhere. I'm not writing a lot anywhere. Discourse is at a minimum. There are band-aids, but not tributaries.

The idea this silence shapes the edges of my emptiness feels suddenly deafening tonight, in these words from a me who was only saying them four years ago, four very different years ago, especially when I think about the fact 90% of the noise in my weeks, currently, is children, who need me as a teacher and don't know me at all as a singular person...

I'm not entirely willing, or wanting, to stare at the whole of this dark shape in the eyes yet. But at least I can recognize its name in the mouth of my younger self, when I feel where the sore beat of my heart thumps furiously for a moment in the clear connection to what was once far more of itself.
Mood:: 'tired' tired
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Today's DailyOM Offerings...

posted by [personal profile] ariestess at 08:46pm on 19/10/2017 under
Mood:: 'sick' sick
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posted by [personal profile] akm_ca at 08:35pm on 19/10/2017 under ,
Я помню, что обещал пост про Благовещенск. Пишется потихоньку.
А пока только один кадр.
Геометрия набережной в Благовещенске.



Best Regards!
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posted by [personal profile] archangelbeth at 10:06pm on 19/10/2017
What is sleep?

Ugh.

Bank put a hold on my debit card because it didn't like me sending a present to someone in the UK, and didn't call me about it when I did it, but noooo, at EIGHT IN THE MORNING. (Did I mention that I haven't gotten to bed before 4 in the morning for... I don't know how long now?) I told them that really, I did want to do that, but I dunno if the thing will go through after all. *headdesk*

Spouse had Root Canal Part 1 today. Next week, Part 2. Then after that, Return of the Crown.

Finished That Edit Thing. Did a quickie for someone else on a first-chapter. (But their process is bogged down by going back to rewrite, so it's "put this in the file and don't look back! Run, run! Write like the wind! O;> ) Need to go read other things, too. Maybe in the hotel, I can get some writing done? Grind, grind, grind? Let's hope it's a comfy hotel.

It's YET ANOTHER hotel, as it happens. Not the awesome 2-room + bathroom apartment suite, with kitchenette, nor the second one which was... well, it was a hotel room and I didn't overheat (though I was kinda chilled) underneath the AC unit that spilled frigid air upon me. (Also, that part of the hotel is easily 25+ years old. I'm not too surprised the floor was uneven in spots.) But where was I? Ah, yes. Yet another one. I suspect it's the one-room-two-beds-one-desk arrangement. The one with kitchenettes was full.

It probably has a pool. I should pack a swimsuit. >_>

Or maybe I should just try to write. I need to figure out how someone is gonna spin a suggestion...

Or if I don't do CLB, I should try to get into the right frame of mind to get to a particular scene in DragonSmut(notmuchsmutyet) which has a turn of phrase that should be kind of hawt. *headdesks about this bit of fic that was supposed to be fluffy erotica and developed a plot* Never let the erotica develop a plot. PWP with a plot is direly uneven, it feels. BUT OH WELL, LET'S FINISH IT SOMEDAY.

...cross fingers for me, please.

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[AO3-3704] - If a work was styled with a work skin, and a co-creator edited that work later, the skin would be stripped off (...gruesome), requiring another edit by the first creator to tack it back on. Now the work skin stays where it should be at all times.
----https://archiveofourown.org/admin_posts/8571
(Gruesome!)


INwatch+Bookwatch )
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Dragons under fold )
wanderlustlover: (Poetry: I Contain Multitudes - Ruuger)
Day I - Introduction and recent photo

Hi, I'm Amanda, called Amanda, who is Amare, and is recognized sort of twitter/Tumblr/fanfic/etc internet over as Wanderlustlover. I'm really good at being willing to answer any question someone poses me about myself, or take part in any discussion volleyed over in my direction, but my introduction never seems to run short, because I never seem to consider the world in concision.

My first introduction people find is the one you'll find on my journal profile;

I am ink stains and music notes; reader, writer, singer, and muse. Loves the smell of old books; entertain that which aspires to a library. Cooks a soulful yuletide bread, a mean lobster and amazing ramen mix. I am worn pages and spinning atoms; philosopher, student, and rule breaker. I adore teachers, books, classes, and homework. This is my bliss. Respect it. Challenge it. Please.

I am snowdrops in spring; horseback riding, cheerleader, girl scout turned comic manager and college salesman, seventeen-year soprano turned writer and teacher. Champions those who would challenge fear to seek their hearts and dreams content, ever-changing daily. Thinks smoking should be banned, parents taught how to raise children, and children left alone to dream.

I am silent wish, whispered prayer; dragon-protected, water-touched, moon-child, unconditional love: Amare. Four things truest- dragons, blue, three and love. I am dried leaves and exotic scents; eclectic herbologist and oiliest, sometimes Diana dedicated, Pagan. Thinks God's a man, think God's a woman; think it's silly we're trying to assign trivial things like names and genders to the great creative force.

I am Taurus with Pisces rising and five houses in Sagittarius. I am spontaneous movement and grounded stability. I am the arrow that is going. My mind is always seeking, ten thousand things in ten thousand directions. My feet, filled wanderlust, traversing new places constantly. Dreams endless, each old invoking a new star to populate my sky.

I am hawthorn tree and staunch boar; stubborn, at times unyielding. Works self into the ground at regular intervals. Willing to give everything for others when needed and not needed. Place those around me above my self. I am INFP and one; sensitive dreamer, loyal and easily wounded. Sanity is continually dependent on my car, my computer and the bed of blue.

I am sleepless nights and lines of code; geek, gamer, web creator and fangirl. X-men spectator; fan by fanatic, all around comic enthusiast. Watcher of almost all sci-fi space shows; third generation Trekkie; shameless gamer. Lover of all stories of love. I am oddity and intensity; have worked with children, elderly, handicapped, retail, museums, and comic fanboys.

I am husky fragrance and flowing form; female of the species, mostly free-spirit tomboy to slowly charming woman. Still prefers bare feet to sandals, sandals to heels, but thongs to underwear and bath bombs to soap bars. Have outgrown tank tops and discovered scarves, elegant dresses, and girl-cut shirts. Secretly entranced with becoming a girl.

I am fire's ember and phoenix's flare; posses long fuse, explosive temper and hidden scars. Still learning how to cry. Starts more things than are finished. Lives in a constant state of inspiration, gratitude, and hunger. I am a water creature; a palette of deep browns, pale pinks, and deep blues. Needs forests and oceans, needs cities and cars.

I am ever woods and crumpled papers; faithful, honest, nervous and judgmental extroverted introvert. I am understanding and hypocritical. Loving and hoping beyond reason. Forgive everything, forget nothing. Think too much about my body; yet content with my weight. Believe that all forms of falling in love and making mistakes should be embraced.


My second one, aka The Massive and Informative One, you'll find as the top first entry of both my live journal (here) and my dream width (here), which is from many years, but was mostly recently updated today/yesterday.

It comes with when, where whats of I was born, where I'm living now and with who, and then a plethora of tiny overviews of important topics: Parents & Family, Spirituality & Religion, Education, Health & Body, Sexuality & Politics, Strong Passions, Fandoms & Fannish, Places to Find Me, and Filters You Can Opt In To and Out Of.

Another awesome introduction is My Mini-Gaming Intro Link. It was made in late 2015, during my foray into some new games while partaking of fandom/gaming community involvement on Plurk (but is updated often enough).

Some recent & relevant pictures  )



Subject Index )
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posted by [personal profile] lannamichaels at 08:00pm on 19/10/2017 under


Spoilers )

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My iPad is always within reach, but it doesn't have cellular service. Could I get a mobile hotspot and use it as a phone?
more details )
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posted by [personal profile] boxofdelights at 04:13pm on 19/10/2017
Tor.com is giving away the ebook of Winter Tide by Ruthanna Emrys until midnight October 20.

It is a response to Lovecraft, but Kirkus describes it as "essentially a story about identity, found families, wrapped in a cozy mystery. With magic. And monsters. Except the monsters are not exactly who you expect them to be."

https://giveaway.tor.com/
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Most of the time, I'm sufficiently busy that updating the log of books read falls off my radar. But! I want to!

I am going to forget items, I'm sure.

Books 2017: 157-181


157. Jim C. Hines, Terminal Alliance. DAW, 2017.

Read for review for Locus. Fun.


158. Elizabeth Bear, The Stone in the Skull. Tor, 2017.

Read for column. Extraordinary fantasy.


159-160. Elizabeth Bonesteel, Remnants of Trust and Breach of Containment. HarperCollins, 2016 and 2017.

Read for column. Space opera. Okay, I guess.


161. Sarah Gailey, Taste of Marrow. Tor.com Publishing, 2017.

Read for review for Locus and for column. Novella. Hippos.


162. John Crowley, Ka: Dar Oakley in the Ruins of Ymr. Saga, 2017.

Read for review. Baffling.


163. Ausma Zehanat Khan, The Bloodprint. HarperCollins, 2017.

Read for review. Epic fantasy. Meh.


164. Julie Tizard, The Road to Wings. Bold Strokes Books, 2017.

F/F fighter pilot romance. Meh.


165. Melissa Brayden, Eyes Like Those. Bold Strokes Books, 2017.

F/F workplace romance. Meh.


166. Jaycie Morrison, Heart's Orders. Bold Strokes Books, 2017.

F/F historical American WWII women's army corps romance. Meh.


167. Sophia Kell Hagin, Omnipotence Enough. Bold Strokes Books, 2017.

F/F near-future SF romance.


168. Fonda Lee, Jade City. Orbit, 2017.

Read for review. Really good fantasy.


169. K.B. Wagers, Beyond the Empire. Orbit, 2017.

Read for review. Space opera trilogy conclusion.


170. R.E. Stearns, Barbary Station. Saga, 2017.

Read for review. Really good science fiction with pirates and murderous AI.


171. Melissa Caruso, The Tethered Mage. Orbit, 2017.

Read for review. Really good fantasy.


172. K.J. Charles, Think of England. Ebook, 2014.

M/M romance. Sad boys in love. Historical.


173. K.J. Charles, The Secret Casebook of Simon Feximal. Ebook, 2015.

Linked stories about sad boys in love. Historical fantasy.


174. K.J. Charles, An Unsuitable Heir. Ebook, 2017.

Historical romance between a man and a genderqueer person. Good.


175. K. Arsenault Rivera, The Tiger's Daughter. Tor, 2017.

Read for review. Excellent epic fantasy debut. Includes epic romance between women.


176. Rose Lerner, Courtney Milan, and Alyssa Cole, Hamilton's Battalion. Ebook, 2017.

Three romance novellas set around the American revolutionary war. The first two, a heterosexual romance and a M/M romance, are excellent; the third romance is F/F and is entirely meh.


177. Leena Likitalo, Sisters of the Crescent Empress. Tor.com Publishing, 2017.

Sequel to The Five Daughters of the Moon. Read for review. Meh.


178. Tade Thompson, The Murders of Molly Southborne. Tor.com Publishing, 2017.

Read for review. Strange and peculiar and compelling novella.


179. Nnedi Okorafor, Binti: The Night Masquerade. Tor.com Publishing, 2017.

Read for review. Concluding Binti novella. Pretty good.


nonfiction.

180. Shihab al-Din al-Nuwayri, The Ultimate Ambition in the Arts of Erudition: A Compendium of Knowledge from the Classical Islamic World. Penguin Classics. London & New York, 2016. Translated and abridged by Elias Muhanna.

This is Serious Abridgement, one slender Penguin volume for a 33-volume medieval Arabic encyclopaedia. This abridgement and translation gives a flavour of what the original might possibly contain, and makes me deeply regret the lack of proper complete translations of more medieval Arabic literature.

It is really enjoyable, though.


181. Michael Maas (ed.), The Cambridge Companion to the Age of Justinian. Cambridge University Press, Cambridge, 2005.

Cambridge Companions aren't really designed to be read cover-to-cover, but I did. Eventually. It is a quite comprehensive companion, to be fair. An introduction to many things. Worth perusing.
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location: home
Mood:: 'awake' awake
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posted by [personal profile] lurkingcat at 07:45pm on 19/10/2017 under
And in this week's episode of [personal profile] lurkingcat visits Starbucks too often...

I was going to take a walk in the park and visit St Nick's market this lunch time. But it was pouring with rain. So I popped into Starbucks instead. There was an enormous queue of people taking shelter from the rain and dithering over drinks choices, insisting that each item was rung through individually on their reward card, stopping to discuss other things with friends while in the middle of ordering and so on. The staff were unfailingly polite and friendly to all of them but somehow found the time to do this to my order as well:

2017-10-19_12-29-49

Apparently I've graduated to art on food bags as well as on my coffee cup :)
Mood:: 'amused' amused
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posted by [personal profile] jesse_the_k at 11:27am on 19/10/2017 under , ,
Thanks to [personal profile] rushthatspeaks for the link to a marvelous story about the Santa Rosa fire:

https://modernfarmer.com/2017/10/guard-dog-wouldnt-leave-goat-flock-california-fires-lived-tell-story/

A goat-herding dog refused to leave his goat flock -- and they made it it through the fire, and even enlarged the flock by a couple of deer fawns.
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posted by [personal profile] flick at 04:01pm on 19/10/2017 under ,
We went to see a horse this afternoon. He was a very sweet lad, owned by a teenage girl who's too busy with GCSEs.

The only thing that I didn't quite like was that he wanted to run off in canter: he came back ok when I asked him too, but he had a stronger bit than I'd like which makes me worry what he'd be like with a gentler one. (He wasn't very keen on standing still, either, but then I realised that he was only being fidgety when he was by some plastic in a partly-built drainage ditch next to the school, and later found out that it was only put there yesterday so actually he was doing amazingly well with it!)

Unfortunately, it turns out that he doesn't like men much: dad had mentioned that he wasn't too keen, and when Mike got on him he started getting nervous, which made Mike nervous, which made the horse more nervous, which.... He didn't actually do anything dangerous, but he also wouldn't do what he was being asked to.

Ah well. We will find something eventually, right?

Jo's doing much better now that she's got a t-shirt on and can't scratch. Back to the vet tomorrow to have the stitches out, and then soon she'll be able to have proper walks (we hope: she's getting a bit bouncy)!
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posted by [personal profile] cahwyguy at 02:45pm on 19/10/2017

Riding into work on the vanpool this morning, my mind started musing on transformative technologies — specifically, the beam. Just think about it for a bit. What transformed a simple small room residence into a castle was the ability to have large roofed congregating areas — great rooms. What made the Great Room possible was the beam: a single long span strong enough to support a roof without the need for pillars in the way. But what did it take to get us the simple beam?

In the days when all we had was wood, we might be lucky to find a single tree that was large enough to give us the beam, but we then had to mill it to make it be what we wanted. That milling required small metal devices: axes, saws, sawmills. This is why the ages of metals were so important: they gave us the ability to mill wood (and cook, and so many things).

Suppose we couldn’t find a single tree long enough. We might combine multiple smaller pieces to make a beam. That required two more transformative technologies: glue and the nail. We don’t often think about glue and adhesives, but they are what make it possible to create long beams by gluing together multiple small beams. These are then strengthened by nailing them together (and later, screws and bands). Nails and screws are a key technology: they allow us to fastened in a strong manner. Just think about the difference in strength between a peg and a bolt or nail.

There are other technologies that the beam leads us to. Consider beams made out of metal. That requires, at minimum, foundries and forges to make long long pieces of metal: longer than can be worked by a single individual alone. There’s also cement, which can combine with natural objects to give us concrete. Concrete allows us to move from whatever natural rock we can find into shaping rock into the image we want. In some ways, brick is less transformative, because brick requires mortar for longer pieces, and mortar can fail.

Now, when we look at today’s world, what is the key overlooked technology? Looking at the last 300 years, what invention completely transformed society? My answer is the same as was given in the classic movie The Graduateplastics.

When we think of hydrocarbons, we generally think of oil and gas and how they changed transportation and make large scale electricity possible. But now think about the role of plastics in your everyday life, and just try to imagine a world without them. Insulation on wires. Cases for computers. Uses in circuit boards. Medical uses, from syringes to pill bottles to gloves to sterile enclosures. Think of how much plastic goes into a car. Think of how much you use everyday — and how much you throw away, from sandwich bags to trash bags. Think about the use for leftovers, for piping, even in the clothes and buttons we wear.

When we worry about the impact of the cost of oil and the fact that it is a limited, non-renewable resource, think about where much of our plastic comes from. A small percentage is recycled, and a small percentage comes from renewable oil — corn, soy, etc. But the bulk? Petrochemicals.

When you look around your world, what little technologies do you realize are critical to life and society?

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posted by [personal profile] kaffyr at 08:36am on 19/10/2017 under , ,
The Good News Is...

Phil's home, and with both external ears. I am amazed at the lack of communication that can occur over the phone; I specifically heard the other doctor say the external ear had been removed, and I specifically asked about that - and was told yes, the ear was taken. Apparently "external ear" means different things to cat owners and vets. No matter: that's good. 

What's making this an awful, bad, no good day for everyone is the medication regimen. We're supposed to give him an antibiotic once every twelve hours, and two painkillers: gabapentin, again, once every 12 hours, and hydromorphone, once every 6-8 hours. 

Since we got him home yesterday afternoon, we've gotten one gabapentin dose in him, and one antibiotic dose, and, we think, one hydromorphone dose. He is horrible about opening his mouth, and literally twists himself upside down to avoid doing so. We're supposed to keep up this regimen every day for five days (the hydromorphone) and 10 days (the antibiotic). This may or may not happen. He's gotten so stressed; at one point, losing control of his bowels. Poor little guy. Jesus ....

Also? He has to wear the cone of shame for 10 days, except when we take it off him to let him eat, drink, and - ha - take his medicine. The poor guy is running into walls and everything else, we've had to take the top off the catbox because he can't get in with it on, and he definitely can't get up or down to places he normally wants to go. 

He slept on me for much of last night, after I lifted him to the bed. I didn't get much sleep, nor did BB. I called in sick today, although I'll try to get at least a couple of things done; if the hydromorphone we think we got into him 15 minutes ago takes hold and he sleeps again, I'm going to catch a few wink. 

It's like having a baby again. Except one with claws, some teeth, a lot of stress, and stitches. 

Gah.
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posted by [personal profile] catness at 04:33pm on 19/10/2017
Finished Breaking Bad. No spoilers so far, just the message(s) I got from the story:


* The main cause of all unhappiness, unnecessary suffering and stress is moral principles. Or more precisely, the lack of personal integrity. If you're a villain and believe in what you're doing, you can lead a happy and fulfilling life. Same if you're a good guy who never succumbs to temptations. But whenever your conscience acts up and you start having qualms about your actions, it's self-sabotage, and an invitation for a disaster.

* Family is a burden and a vulnerability. Supportive, completely trustworthy families are rare (and only found in criminal circles). Otherwise, family (and romantic relationships in general) will drag you down.

* The most important thing in your life is to find something you can be good at - preferably, the best - and go for it.

* Be honest with yourself.

* Who cares for Daredevil and other pathetic slaves of law and order? Better call Saul!
Mood:: 'cynical' cynical
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posted by [personal profile] kate_nepveu at 07:41am on 19/10/2017 under
Last night, I bolted out of a dead sleep at a little after 11 because the landline was ringing. I run downstairs, but let it go to the answering machine, which is basically a reflex at this point. No message.

I then look at my phone, because grabbing that when I wake up in the middle of the night is absolutely a reflex (though the Pip sleeps much, much better these days!) . . . and it was me. The cell had someone dialed the landline. [*]

I post this story elsewhere, and literally seconds later, I get the punchline )

[*] On reflection, it wasn't that late, so I think I fell asleep with the phone still on in my hand and touched it enough to keep the screen awake, until eventually I randomly dialed home. I checked, I hadn't made any other outgoing calls, at least.
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posted by [personal profile] dglenn at 05:24am on 19/10/2017

"Despite everything, no one can dictate who you are to other people." -- Prince (Prince Rogers Nelson, b. 1958-06-07, d. 2016-04-21)

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