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([personal profile] mirabile Mar. 25th, 2017 08:38 pm)
Oh my goodness, I'm pooped. But it was a good day. Had a leisurely morning with Webster, then spent several hours with Mother. I had made Smitten Kitchen's Tiramisu and, although not the best I've eaten, it was pretty tasty, so I brought Mother a cup of it. She loved it! So I will make it again, that's for sure. (Webster also liked it, which surprised me since it has alcohol in it, though admittedly not very much.)

I left Mother around 1 to do a little Trader Joe's shopping, and then home for the rest of the day. I took a long walk and then sat in the hot tub this evening. Very pleasant.

Tomorrow we meet with the contractor at nine in the hopes of finalizing the plans/contract/timeline. I'm nervous about that, but less so now that I've heard from some of you about your experiences and have read what I could find online about such things. I don't feel quite so ignorant. Thank you!

Poor Fantasy_fan asked me about a good starting place for Kim Stanley Robinson's novels + climate change, since he's written so much about it, and I kind of went overboard; if you too are interested, here's what I told her.

I can't remember how I found this article about sequoias, but I enjoyed reading it (though I also wanted to edit it): In the Land of Giants: The branches often seem to have nothing to do with the sequoia they're attached to; they are trees themselves. In 1978, a branch broke off a sequoia called the General Sherman. It was 150 feet long and nearly seven feet thick. All by itself, that branch would have been one of the tallest trees east of the Mississippi.

Earlier tonight I read a poem over at the Great Poets LJ that I want to share: Prayer at Sunrise. I love the images in the poem, and think the second stanza in particular would make a lovely and meaningful meditation. Fill me with light! Fill me with joy!

Prayer at Sunrise, by James Weldon Johnson
O mighty, powerful, dark-dispelling sun,
Now thou art risen, and thy day begun.
How shrink the shrouding mists before thy face,
As up thou spring’st to thy diurnal race!
How darkness chases darkness to the west,
As shades of light on light rise radiant from thy crest!
For thee, great source of strength, emblem of might,
In hours of darkest gloom there is no night.
Thou shinest on though clouds hide thee from sight,
And through each break thou sendest down thy light.

O greater Maker of this Thy great sun,
Give me the strength this one day's race to run,
Fill me with light, fill me with sun-like strength,
Fill me with joy to rob the day its length.
Light from within, light that will outward shine,
Strength to make strong some weaker heart than mine,
Joy to make glad each soul that feels its touch;
Great Father of the sun, I ask this much.


And now it's time for bed. Sleep well, dear sisters of my heart!
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([personal profile] starandrea Mar. 25th, 2017 09:49 pm)
Tomorrow is my longest race before the marathon: we're running the entire New Hampshire coast, staring in Maine and ending in Massachusetts.

On the plus side, it should be super flat ♥



"I owned every second that this world could give
I saw so many places, the things that I did
Yeah with every broken bone
I swear I lived"

--onerepublic
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I was totally prepared to treat the new Power Rangers movie as a new team of Rangers, but I've already caught myself using their backstory for the original team. I'm cool with that. With as much fanfiction as we've written and read (about every team, but especially Mighty Morphin), I think it's easy to forget how much depth the TV show didn't have. The movie didn't have to go far to add plausible dimension to their relationships, most notably Jason and - well, everyone.
We’re still deep in AU territory here.
Cya died in If I Die Young.

And Um. Didn’t stay dead. She’d planned for that.

Then Cal wrote Don’t Just Survive,

So I wrote Stay Alive. Your Job is to Stay Alive.

Then Cal wrote A Child Named Thistle

So here’s Thistle.





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([personal profile] astolat Mar. 25th, 2017 08:27 pm)
Reader, I am really fucking tired. *insert long tedious explanation of the past week involving hospital, fainting, copious vomiting (different days, different family members), family visit, 3 playdates, and ending with my current location in hotel room in Disneyworld*

Everyone is okay now but OMG.

HOWEVER I am actually here to share this vidding zine what lim made, which I was so thrilled to participate in:

Videlicet

I think it is really quite awesome and full of interesting and joyful and fannish thought in the very best way. My own contribution was to rave on about [personal profile] sisabet's vid Bad Romance, which spoiler alert is one of my most favorite vids and if you want to know why GO LOOK AT THE SHINY.

<3
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([personal profile] damalur Mar. 25th, 2017 07:24 pm)
Title: Aim of Operation
Characters: Veronica/Logan
Wordcount: 2k
Summary: A Skype call spanning continents and seasoned with a dash of naked adoration.
Notes: #Alternate Universe — Characters Communicate

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([personal profile] lannamichaels Mar. 25th, 2017 08:12 pm)


So, the new muscle pain: it's lower back, hips, and upper thighs. This can make sitting uncomfortale, and also getting in and out of bed. (this morning was an ordeal)

I managed to get more of the Pain Meds Of Last Resort from the doc, but I can't combine it with one of my meds and I'm very cautious about combining it with others, so it remains Of Last Resort.

The muscle pain of ten-on-the-pain-scale i-can't-move doom I usually have is neck/shoulder, or my bad leg. I've had lower back pain before, but not like this. Also, my sides ache sometimes when I cough (I don't understand at all). This pain seems to come and go, at least, but it's still there. Sometimes it feels like it's my lower spine just being really angry.

Ideas for stretches/ways to sit or stand up/good ways to get in and out of bed/tricks or whatnot? I've been doing massage and also using sticky heating pads. I'm really hoping that this is somehow (????) a side effect of the bad cough and will go away once this cough goes away, but... well, either way, I still have to live with it.

(of course, through all of this, I'm still having shoulder pain and cramps because of course i am)

subbes: An excerpt from Cat & Girl. A teacher says "Follow your dreams," to which Girl responds "my dream leads to scurvy." (My Dream Leads To Scurvy)
([personal profile] subbes Mar. 25th, 2017 03:36 pm)
Friends, chums, and comrades went to Nancy Pelosi's San Francisco town hall with Jackie Speier. Pelosi is reticent about meeting with constituents - like Feinstein, she prefers to keep them far away unless they're paying $15,000 for a plate at a fundraising dinner, or asking only pre-written questions. In keeping with this tradition, tickets were required, space was limited, and the event wasn't really publicized until late, but we still managed to snag enough space - I gave up my space and the three extra seats I'd reserved to anyone who needed 'em (reserved for "Rosa Luxembourg," "Tony Benn," and "Jeremy Corbyn" so hopefully they weren't checking IDs at the door).

The town hall was ostensibly to talk about resisting - i.e. an opportunity for Pelosi to pretend that the Democrats are doing more than being milquetoast centrists (and that they totally would be doing all this resisting, even if we weren't overloading their switchboards and offices with calls and faxes and letters and e-mails and sometimes straight-up visits because it's the only way to get to them). I trust you know why I disagree with this claim.

What I'm seeing on Twitter is that we managed to get in some good questions about the need for single-payer/guaranteed healthcare, and Pelosi biffed the response - at one point claiming the ACA was further left than medicare for all - if anyone can explain the logic of this to me I'd be grateful, because... what? But then, she's the same one who responded "we're capitalist and that's just the way it is" to an earnest young socialist's off-script question: she... does not do well with unscripted Q & As.

Gads, and people wonder why the DNC is so unpopular. Look at them! Just look!
I was seven episodes into Iron Fist before io9 published their helpful summary of what happens in case you were only watching for Defenders related reasons, and in the self-defeating spirit of 'I've started so I'll finish' I carried on to the bitter end.

I mean, I like bad telly. I loved Lost Girl, I like Wynonna Earp, and I even liked the couple of episodes of syfy's girl Van Helsing that I saw. But I feel like those are shows that know they're bad telly, they lean in to the fact that they're bad telly. Iron Fist is bad telly that labours under the misapprehension that it's good telly.

You are the worst Iron Fist ever )
This is… just a scene. Came into my head pretty much full-formed

“Jasfe Tlacatl, Jasfe Tlacatl, damnit.“ Cya pounded on the ground uselessly. She didn’t have enough juice left in her to barely say the Words, much less to do any good. He was broken, bleeding, unconscious - dying, no, nearly dead. And there was nobody else close enough to save him.

“Dead gods and dragons, Leo, you are not allowed to die on me,” she swore. “Stop it. Stop it!

He coughed up blood and opened his eyes. “Jasfe Tlactl,” he gasped, and his wounds began to knit. He lost conciousness again, but it was enough.

He’d live. She passed out, while the battle petered out around them.
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([personal profile] ysabetwordsmith Mar. 25th, 2017 01:33 pm)
This poem is spillover from the March 7, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] sweet_sparrow. It also fills the "creative solutions to limits" square in my 3-1-17 card for the Disability Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. It belongs to the Calliope thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

Warning: This poem includes some touchy topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It has emotional upheavals, Vagary's continued stress over Calliope not wanting to do things with him, Calliope's continued stress over his closeness, tornado formation, interrupted therapy session, which triggers Vagary's abandonment issues, unexpected changes in superpowers, Calliope looming over Vagary, emotional suppression during an emergency, an emergency dispatcher doing a shitty job, negotiating with supervillains, stormchasing, exhaustion, crashing with friends at a weather station, and other challenges. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.

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([personal profile] kaberett Mar. 25th, 2017 10:03 pm)
  1. The English sofa is a loan from Turkish. The Turkish for the English sofa, however, is kanape, as a loan from the French canapé, which has the original meaning of English sofa and, by figurative extension, the meaning of English canapé, because you've got a little piece of bread or pastry or something that looks like a sofa with the topping perched on top of it. ([personal profile] sebastienne conjectured this etymology when I was grumbling about the Turkish last week; they were surprised and delighted to be correct.)
  2. Fox/vixen is the solitary surviving example in modern English of the Germanic feminine suffix -en, -in: Fuchs/Füchsin.
  3. The English/French foyer is rendered, in Swedish orthography, foajé. It is pronounced the way one might reasonably expect foyer to be pronounced. See also: restaurang.
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([personal profile] thatyourefuse Mar. 25th, 2017 05:30 pm)
Walked into this exhibit COMPLETELY by accident.

Immediately blurted out "I WANT TO LIVE HERE."

OMG.
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