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([personal profile] rosefox Jul. 23rd, 2017 03:13 am)
Vacation to-do list/wishlist summary: not too bad! Especially given that today was totally eaten by stressful unexpected circumstances. (Everyone is fine now.)

Things without deadlines (fun):

* Watch Voltron: Legendary Defender and do some knitting
* Stroll in the Botanic Gardens (I didn't do this but did go read in the park near our house)
* Maybe steal the baby from daycare early one day and get extra baby time
* Read (three books! in one week!)
* Cook
* Lunch with my mom
* Sleeeeeeeep

Things without deadlines (productive):

* Shower and dress in real clothes every day (mostly)
* Tidy room enough for vacuuming
* Unpack
* Vacuum (well, I swept, but it's pretty clean underfoot now)
* Catch up on laundry
* Celebrate the 1st anniversary of Story Hospital (!)
* Call insurance company about that bill
* Call doctor's office about that prior auth
* Finish setting up Tinybeans
* Remake OT appointment for next week
* Do a family Readercon debrief/postmortem
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([personal profile] klgaffney Jul. 21st, 2017 03:34 pm)
Miss Mousie has a ton of $10 vouchers for her store and she's emailing them out to everyone. She asked if I didn't mind signal-boosting, so here I am, and this is her Society6 store, where she's selling a bunch of textured, nature, and vulture-themed stuff.

If you'd like a coupon and/or a discount, let me know, I'll PM you her email. Just send her an email entitled "Coupon please!" or something to that effect and she'll get it right to you.

I may get one of those throw pillows I've been eying. Also a print.
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([personal profile] klgaffney Jul. 21st, 2017 01:09 pm)
Went up to use the bathroom, glanced out the window, and huge-assed black vulture fledgling was peering back at me.

Vulture family was apparently feeling adventurous and chose to sun themselves on the roof outside the bathroom window today. They appeared to be as uncomfortable with this situation as I was and ultimately retreated, dropping down to the deck railing to resume their vulturely activities there.
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([personal profile] klgaffney Jul. 21st, 2017 09:55 am)
I hate the mornings I wake up exhausted.

We did move my columnar apple trees from MiL's house and plant them in a line in the front yard last night (well 3 out of 4 anyway; we were getting peered at by lightning, so there's still one in its half barrel sitting on the protected side of the house where we abandoned it). Honestly, planting a few tiny trees is not a good reason for me to be completely wiped out after a full night's sleep.

I'm more inclined to blame 2-3 straight days of re-evaluating and re-plotting a story, and general emotional Nope. And yeah, I am actually still deeply upset by some of my long-time deeply loved artists up and ending their lives one by one. Music's important to me--their music's important to me, but y'all that already know me, know me. I know you're not surprised. I know a lot of you feel the same, too.

Doom!Twin01 is having a gaming convo with W somewhere else in the house, the dining room, probably. Just to add to the fun, the kid talked to a recruiter on the phone yesterday and now we have to take her over to Tinton Falls today to talk to the Marines.

Emailed the job I really want earlier this week, 'cause I hadn't heard anything. The nice HR guy apologized, said they hadn't made it thru all their applicants yet, and he was hoping to be able get back to everyone at the end of this week one way or another? Maybe? He hopes? So I'm antsy about that, too (They interview, hire, and train in groups, and I've been on the other side of that proceedure. If they're actually doing the 6-part interview process I experienced with everyone? Yeah, he's having some very long days right now.)

Recruiter just called to confirm. D!T01 took the oppertunity to get a hookup for her twin. So now they're both going. They're really going outta their way to try me now.

So I reached into the bedside table, and pulled a stone out of the bag. I got back DONO NTOASO - the double praise drum. I gave it a squeeze. Took a deep breath. I'm going to finish my tea and carry the fuck on, and keep trying to give a hand up (or at the very least try not to wound) anyone I meet along the way. Godsdamn I'm fuckin' tired. Could be worse, tho. I've definitely been worse.
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([personal profile] klgaffney Jul. 20th, 2017 07:28 pm)
We're blasting Hybrid Theory at top volume here in Chaos Central. The Amazon horde is screaming along.

Farewell, Mr. Bennington.
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([personal profile] rosefox Jul. 19th, 2017 01:31 am)
Archiving some Twitter threads here regarding cons and congoing.

Thread 1: You are not entitled to be a panelist at a convention.  )

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Thread 2: Cis People Please Don't Do This. )

Comments are off because I'm on vacation and don't feel like moderating them. Feel free to share the link to this post.
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([personal profile] rosefox Jul. 18th, 2017 04:26 am)
Once more unto the vacation to-do list/wishlist. A whole week of vacation when I'm not ill! Such luxury!

Things with deadlines:

* NONE AT ALL

Things without deadlines (fun):

* Watch Voltron: Legendary Defender and do some knitting
* Stroll in the Botanic Gardens (needs to happen today if it's going to happen, because the weather's going to be too hot and unpleasant the rest of the week)
* Maybe steal the baby from daycare early one day and get extra baby time
* Read
* Cook
* Lunch with my mom
* Sleeeeeeeep

Things without deadlines (productive):

* Shower and dress in real clothes every day
* Tidy room enough for vacuuming
* Unpack
* Vacuum (or ask J to if my arms are sad)
* Catch up on laundry
* Celebrate the 1st anniversary of Story Hospital (!)
* Call insurance company about that bill
* Call doctor's office about that prior auth
* Finish setting up Tinybeans
* Remake OT appointment for next week
* Do a family Readercon debrief/postmortem
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([personal profile] rosefox Jul. 17th, 2017 02:29 am)
We are HOME. I have rarely in my life been so tired, and I have spent much of my life being tired. This is non-Euclidean tired that collapses in upon itself. I'm sort of impressed by it.

As usual, Sam was thrilled to see me, Sophie was thrilled to see X, and Alex pretended to have entirely forgotten our names until we ordered pizza and he decided he wanted some. Tili took very good care of them. She also pointed out that our inexplicably huge basil plants grew enormous flower spikes during the three days we were gone. The leaves are yellowing a bit; might be time for more fertilizer.

I cannot overstate how tremendously lucky we are to have such a good travel-bean. They were really clearly Done With Everything around 2 p.m. yesterday, and very polite about our inexplicable failure to take them home right then. They didn't nap much on the train today, though they did sleep on me for about half an hour—it's such a pleasure to be slept on by a baby, and we were all jockeying a bit to be the one that Kit napped on; I only won because J needed to get up to get something and I snagged the sleepy baby and the blanket—but they were generally cheerful and amenable to distraction nonetheless, and as soon as we got home they chugged a bottle and sacked out. They even signed "train" while we were waiting for the train, and they made friends with another toddler who was riding in our car, trading many high-fives and handshakes. They really liked the train trips; we should do more train travel with them.

Next year, more and better planning. Definitely. But on the whole it was a very good con.
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([personal profile] rosefox Jul. 16th, 2017 02:11 am)
We are at Readercon! We are having a very good time.

We took the train up instead of driving. There was a mess leaving Penn Station—we had to get off our broken train and get onto another one at the last minute—and a friend couriered much of our luggage, so that was all a bit of a logistical headache, and it's stressful being bound to an external schedule. But I actually haven't missed having a car (or even thought much about leaving the hotel) and I definitely haven't missed being the only licensed driver for a long trip. Maybe the train again next year; maybe not.

Me being sick for the crucial two weeks (two full weeks! June 26 to July 10! let's never do that again!) when we would usually do all our planning led to many hilarious planning failures, including not packing enough underwear, packing the wrong bra, not bringing enough warm clothing for a freezing cold hotel, never getting around to going swimming (after much fuss about making sure we all had swim gear—though of course we forgot Kit's swim diaper!), not bringing toothpaste, not bringing enough cash for housekeeping tips, forgetting that my new eyeglass prescription means my hoarded last pair of contact lenses was useless, and not scheduling enough babysitter time. Rarely has my behavior.planning.agley tag been so apt. X and J did their very best to make up for my incapacity, but we're all used to me being the primary planner, and at this age Kit is very distracting and makes it hard to focus on planning. I suspect that we're going to go home, sleep for a week, and then plan out our entire schedule for next year in advance.

I gave a talk on habit reversal training for writers that was extremely well received. That was very gratifying and enjoyable, and set a good tone for the rest of the weekend. I attended a few panels, was on a couple more, read none of my book and knit none of my knitting, had a really lovely time hanging out with friends, stayed up very late—the usual.

Some of it has been a bit strange. I'm now at the age where my friends tell me about their divorces; I was not quite aware I had reached that age, but it's happened twice in two days, so here we are. (To be clear, I am very glad I could be there for those friends. I just wasn't expecting it.) No one's slept much except Kit, who remains an absolute champion traveler and has taken a solid two-hour nap every day we've been here, including on the train on the way up (and will ideally do so on the train home). But we're coping.

I was nearly falling asleep during my own room party, and then after it was done I went out to the patio because 1 a.m. Readercon patio conversations are a superb vintage I only get to taste once a year. We talked about consciousness upload and replication, which led to digressions on neuroscience, parenting, and karma. Good times.

I must go sleep a lot now. A whole lot. Tomorrow: home.
I'm over at MIL's and she's making us watch The Lawrence Welk Show, which is something my grandmother watched when I was a tiny child, and I called it 'The Bubble Show' because there were bubbles at the end of a big band variety show that mostly played jazz songs in the slowest, tamest, whitest 50's way they could, along with an accordion, because polka was important for some reason.

Anyway, there's this couple on, and the lady is singing about how much she loves frankfurter sandwiches, and how she thanks her love for giving her frankfurter sandwiches all night.

And somehow I'M THE ONE BEING ACCUSED OF MY MIND BEING IN THE GUTTER. Mm-hm.

Ugh. Now there's this barbershop quartet on. I hate barbershop quartets. Maybe except for this one. The ginger in this one ('Sonny' Delight?) always has my attention.



Oh good this evil-assed show is over. Now the damn closing theme song is stuck in my head. Uggghggh. Shoot me now.
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([personal profile] dpolicar Jul. 15th, 2017 12:09 pm)
(A friend recently posted about feeling depressed at the extent to which people seem perfectly content to embrace beliefs about the world that fly in the face of our observations of it. This started out as a comment and got out of hand.)

Yeah, I hear that.

That said: I find it really helps me, when I'm disoriented in the way you describe, to remember that the Enlightenment is fairly recent, historically speaking.

The idea that we can arrive at accurate beliefs about the world by observing it, studying it, experimenting with it, taking careful records, making predictions and checking to see whether our predictions are accurate... that idea is just a few centuries old.

The idea that we can converge on beliefs about the world through that process...
That the same experiment can be expected to get the same result whether performed by Christians or Jews or Pagans or atheists, by conservatives or liberals, by materialists or spiritualists...
That the observable world itself can be the source of a set of shared self-reinforcing beliefs...
That reliance on that process can form the cornerstone of a community just as reliance on a set of stories about God that we inherited from our ancestors does...

...these are really new ideas, historically speaking. Our culture has not fully assimilated them, not even close. Most of us weren't raised in the community of believers in the process of observing our surroundings and reasoning about them rigorously and communicating about them reliably. We don't really have social practices that reinforce that process.

So, sure, we often reject it. We often stray from that path and return to the older practice of performing culturally endorsed beliefs about reality in order to reinforce group boundaries and affirm group loyalty without reference to a shared observational practice.

That's unsurprising. Humans have been doing that before we have records; probably since before we were recognizably human.

And the alternative is genuinely hard! And honestly, as community-centering practices go, it lacks a lot: it de-centers individuals, it doesn't directly address moral issues, it doesn't distinguish between emotionally satisfying and emotionally alienating claims, it doesn't speak to our fears about nonexistence and loneliness, etc.

The one thing it has going for it is a promise to converge on shared truths if followed assiduously.

And for a lot of us that just isn't enough, or isn't always enough. We may embrace the tangible benefits of the practice, the tools and medicines and crop yields and cherry-picked theories that reinforce our culturally endorsed beliefs, but we tend to reject the practice itself. Heck, even the thing we call "science" is riddled with those practices, like any other human institution. Those habits run deep.

So, sure, of course we continue to practice the old ways, choosing the practice of performing cultural beliefs despite contradictory observations over the practice of centering and converging on observable patterns in reality.

We will continue to do that for a long, long time. It's a natural consequence of being the sort of systems we are.

So anyway, as I say, remembering that helps me approach Enlightenment apostasy with compassion during periods where I start to fear it as the end of the world. And I find that helps.
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Pulled out of the notebook and tweaked a little. Stone talking about his favorite neighborhood garden, Glenwood Green Gardens, which started up in the early-to-mid '80's in N. Philly and is still going strong. Not sure I remember what I intended this to be a lead-in to, tbh. I have to see if I can find the box with my not-an-outline in it.

******

The neighborhood was a lot more acceptin’ than I expected about Fen being both this quiet, tall, polite red-haired white guy and a big fuzzy wolfy-lookin' dog. Hel, the people in the neighborhood that said they was scared of dogs would talk to Fen and scratch him behind the ears, after asking if it was okay. I think most folks think he’s just a different kind of faery, and that’s okay, 'cause the other thing would be a lot harder to explain and wouldn’t go over so well.

Patience asked, though. )
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([personal profile] klgaffney Jul. 11th, 2017 11:33 pm)
Had a series of interviews that went really well; one of the managers said as much, and I'm hoping to hear back from the company by the end of the week.

In case you wanted to feel old today, please be advised that Miss Mousie turned 19 over the weekend.

Acknowledged that I've essentially been hermitting, which is not wrong, but I like the idea of having people over. So I bothered some ex-coworkers and hopefully, we'll hang out here at the end of the month. And I'm threatening to have my parents and lil' sis and her spouse over for dinner eventually, and I still have a few smaller projects that I'd like to get wrapped up. So of course, I stalled out and fixated on tablecloths for a week. As you do (no really, brain. WTF?).stuff. shopping. chaos. taxi cab prophets and the end times. )

Anyway, so the twins started Sheriff Youth Week yesterday, with the rest of a pack of a 160 117 kids, and W had a pretty good chuckle dropping them off, as true to form the sergeants started in right away:

"WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO WAIT FOR PEOPLE LIKE YOU! TELL YOUR DAD GOODBYE. DON'T FORGET TO TELL YOUR DAD YOU LOVE HIM"

D!T02: They're really trying to tone it down, like no cusses or anything. It's kinda funny. They're calling us Pukes. As in "Line up in rows of 4. When I look at you pukes, I only wanna see one puke!'

D!T01: I know they know that we know and use all those words, but they're still trying really hard. I respect that.

D!T02: We learned about internet safety, and gangs, and I learned more gang signs. Also, you know, I can really see the appeal of gangs? Like I probably shouldn't. But I really do.

Today it was:

D!T02: I got to handcuff a cop today! After my team put him on the ground! XD

D!T01: I got to bull rush a cop with a tower shield! XD

W: *pause* They're teaching you how to riot?

D!T01: No! We were the arrest team! I had the tower shield!

Apparently, D!T02 has been dubbed Care Bear by one of the sergeants (they're all obtaining nicknames at a rapid rate). She and/or D!T01 are also The Future President (they're not sure if the boys calling them this have figured out which one they're referring to), which seems to be rather long for a nickname really.

After picking them up today, we got caught in the pouring rain, got cleaned up, had dinner, and then we met up with their history teacher and a handful of other students at an ice cream shop because he promised them that he'd buy ice cream for anyone that got a 5 on their AP tests. The twins alternated between 5s and 4s on their U.S. History and English tests. So we all went and Mousie, W and I brought our own ice cream.

Not a bad day, all in all. I got the house insurance thing sorted, I found a box full of art, two pieces of which are even up on walls (many of the rest are still leaning against the walls while I figure out where I want things to go, and will probably remain leaning against them for a few weeks until I get Exasperated with having to move them to sweep and dust). The yard is slowly but surely coming along. I can still smell fresh dirt through the open window. It's quite pleasant.
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