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A while back we got to wondering if a favorite dessert, bread pudding, also came in a savory version. It does. Alas, most of what I found online did not sound very appetizing. I poked around until I found something usable as inspiration. Then we experimented for a while. We quickly discovered that this kind of cooking lends itself well to algorithm rather than recipe mode. So here it is ...

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Barbie Joins Big Brother

Mar. 29th, 2015 02:55 pm
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Mattel has a new product, Hello Barbie, due out later this year.. (This is not exactly news, but as I don't watch much commercial TV and even less daytime-kids TV, it's new to me.) It talks, listens, and remembers.

And by "remembers," I mean, "uploads conversations to ToyTalk's servers, so they can improve their voice recognition software over time."

Many privacy groups are freaked out about this. Many consumer advocate groups are concerned that Barbie may start spouting commercials at impressionable tykes. I think it's an obvious Summon Lawsuit spell, and I can't imagine why Mattel's legal department thinks that saying "but ToyTalk has all the voicey softwareish server stuffs" will keep them off the hook. (I don't think ToyTalk has a legal department.)

I'm willing to believe that their only reason for wanting these recordings is to improve their software. I'm less willing to believe they won't hand them over to law enforcement on request, but willing to posit that such requests are unlikely to be common. I don't know whether I think the NSA's dragnet would include the metadata, but am willing to accept that it's probably not particularly damaging either way; when and how often a kid talks to a doll is much less invasive info than when and where your cellphone conversations take place.

I imagine the planning discussions went something like this:
"Our voice recognition software needs work; kid voices are hard because their grammar is weird and their accents and tones aren't consistent the way adult voices are. Hey, let's arrange for thousands of kids to upload snippets of real conversation to us, and we can make better software!"

Yeah, dude, nobody's done that before. That's because there are LAWS AGAINST RECORDING PEOPLE without consent... and for kids, you need parental consent, and for kids-under-13, you need COPPA compliance, and it's a nightmare of permissions with any one slip-up being a company-destroying lawsuit.

But it's okay. They get consent by email. )

Going to Fiddle Tunes!

Mar. 29th, 2015 01:15 pm
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This summer I will be doing a first for me: going to a musical workshop camp! Specifically, I’m going to Fiddle Tunes!

“But Anna,” I hear you cry, “you’re not a fiddle player!” This is true! But I am a guitarist, and there are several guitarists that will be teaching at this camp. Most notably, André Marchand!

If you know anything about Quebecois music at all, you may know this man’s name. At minimum, if you know anything about La Bottine Souriante, you’ve very likely heard him. He’s a veteran of the genre, with a long history with La Bottine and later with Les Charbonniers de l’Enfer. He also has recorded with flautist Grey Larsen, is one third of the trio Le Bruit Court Dans La Ville (all of whom will also be at Fiddle Tunes!), and has recorded with a few of the other Charbonniers gentlemen under the name Les Mononcles as well.

While my blatant fangirling is reserved for Le Vent du Nord and De Temps Antan, my general musical respect for the Quebecois trad genre owes a lot to Monsieur Marchand. He’s an excellent singer–several of my repeat-play La Bottine and Charbonniers tracks are things he sings lead on. But he’s also a fine guitarist, and I feel I would be entirely bonkers crazypants to pass up a chance to learn from him.

Bonus: my pal Dejah will also be there, and she will in fact be acting as M. Marchand’s assistant, providing translation assistance to help jump the language barrier. And a bit of a musical barrier as well, since Francophones use a system of scales oriented around “do re mi fa so la ti do”–so what an English speaker thinks of as the key of C, a French speaker’s going to be calling the key of do. D becomes re, E becomes mi, and so on.

I am very much looking forward to tackling this. Not only for exposure to a different way of thinking about musical scales, not only for a chance to learn from a veteran of the Quebecois trad genre (and maybe get in a bit of practice listening to someone speak French), but in general to just be able to sit down with people who know what they’re doing and improve my general ability to play. I feel like I’ve gone about as far as I can on my own, as a self-taught guitarist who just likes to doink around with the instrument. Talking to skilled musicians and learning from them will open up all sorts of new and exciting things to practice!

I’ll also be taking my carbon fiber flutes and the good whistle, mind you–because if any all-melody-instrument tunes sessions break out, I want to be prepared to practice learning those, too. And there will be some organization of participants into bands, too! So maybe somebody will want a flute or a whistle. :D

These musical shenanigans will be taking place in the last week of June, and will be taking place out in Port Townsend in Washington–which is the other reason I want to go to this thing. It’s a camp I can get to by car. And since I won’t need to get on a plane, I can bring the General.

Because if I’m going to learn from a veteran of the Quebec trad genre, better believe I want to bring the good guitar!

SO EXCITED. This is going to be huge fun. Y’all may expect I’ll report on the experience in depth!

Mirrored from angelahighland.com.

Reading

Mar. 29th, 2015 11:28 am
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About a week ago I went to the bookstore at the end of the block, Bindlestiff, specifically for one book: Neil Gaiman's new The Ocean at the End of the Lane, which I'd seen in the window earlier. The charming woman behind the counter talked me into leaving with two books, the other being The Robbery: J. Edgar Hoover's Secret FBI. Well, that's bookstores for you, or at least for me.

I was trying to improve my stock of paper* books, especially so that I could read in the evening without exposure to computer or smartphone screen light, which I understand tends to make it harder to fall asleep. And I finished the Gaiman book last night… but not reading in or before bed. No, I was carrying it in my purse, and I finished it while in transit to and from an ASL practice meetup down in Center City. Probably just as well. My god, that is a scary book! It goes without saying that it is fuckin'° brilliant.

It also has, in the back, something that I'm not used to seeing: Notes for reading groups, with a list of questions to discuss. (!) And, after that, less surprisingly, an interview with the author. Which includes what looks like a wonderful pancake/crêpe recipe.

And, of course, the photo credits. If you have the book and have read it, go look at those credits. You may find a surprise. I did.

* I.e., physical, dead-tree; not necessarily paperback, though both of these are. Not that I have any shortage of those, God knows! I'm trying to get rid of lots of excess stuff. But I mean new stuff that I am interested in reading, including especially for entertainment /relaxation.

° As in "Fuck, I got a Hugo."
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from National Geographic


The Birth of Religion

We used to think agriculture gave rise to cities and later to writing, art, and religion. Now the world’s oldest temple suggests the urge to worship sparked civilization.
By Charles C. Mann


Every now and then the dawn of civilization is reenacted on a remote hilltop in southern Turkey.

The reenactors are busloads of tourists—usually Turkish, sometimes European. The buses (white, air-conditioned, equipped with televisions) blunder over the winding, indifferently paved road to the ridge and dock like dreadnoughts before a stone portal. Visitors flood out, fumbling with water bottles and MP3 players. Guides call out instructions and explanations. Paying no attention, the visitors straggle up the hill. When they reach the top, their mouths flop open with amazement, making a line of perfect cartoon O's.

Before them are dozens of massive stone pillars arranged into a set of rings, one mashed up against the next. Known as Göbekli Tepe (pronounced Guh-behk-LEE TEH-peh), the site is vaguely reminiscent of Stonehenge, except that Göbekli Tepe was built much earlier and is made not from roughly hewn blocks but from cleanly carved limestone pillars splashed with bas-reliefs of animals—a cavalcade of gazelles, snakes, foxes, scorpions, and ferocious wild boars. The assemblage was built some 11,600 years ago, seven millennia before the Great Pyramid of Giza. It contains the oldest known temple. Indeed, Göbekli Tepe is the oldest known example of monumental architecture—the first structure human beings put together that was bigger and more complicated than a hut. When these pillars were erected, so far as we know, nothing of comparable scale existed in the world.

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Hugo Rumpuses

Mar. 29th, 2015 09:07 am
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So you may remember the Sad Puppies, who think that science fiction is being destroyed by women and minorities. They long for the good old days when science fiction was about manly men rescuing beautiful women from bug eyed monsters, or manly men locked in manly struggle with other manly men. (Cat pauses for a moment to admire, in a purely platonic way, the bulging muscles peeping through the torn clothes of the manly men as they struggle.)

However for some reason minority characters cannot be manly men or beautiful women, and have the additional deadly characteristic of making the exact same story instantly dull (for the Sad Puppies) unless you have a good reason for them to be minority characters (like, he's going to go under cover as a slave in the next book to gather information; of course he has to be black.)

They're also very fond of explosions and guns.

They think one of the symptoms (or perhaps the cause; treating a symptom wouldn't make much sense) of this moral decay of society is that the Hugos have been going to Books They Don't Enjoy, due to a lack of explosions and guns. Or, wait--Ancillary Justice had explosions and guns. I guess they don't enjoy the books due to the presence of women and minority characters.

Their solution is to game the system. While non-Puppies spread their reading and nominations thin over all the good SFF published in 2014, the Puppies only have one place to check for suggestions--the Sad Puppy slate. So the slate skews the nominating, giving the Puppies much more nominating power than they would have had without that unifying focus.

And this year, the Puppies have been trying to own the nominations. If they can nominate all five members of a category, they can leave the Hugo Voters to choose among only Puppy alternatives.

The Hugo committee contact authors of nominated works privately before making the public announcement, to give them a chance to decline the nomination (as Neil Gaiman did last year, and as Terry Pratchett did in the past.) Some of the Puppy authors have not seen fit to keep that information private, as requested. So we know that, for example, "Wisdom from my Internets" is a Hugo nominee.

"Wisdom From My Internets" is available on Kindle, so you can get the first part as a free sample, which I did. Basically if you set Rush Limbaugh into a "Notebooks of Lazarus Long" format, removing the science fiction from both, you'd have created "Wisdom From My Internets." If the first part is typical (and not, say a bunch of chat-room messages that a werewolf PI is sorting through to figure out who stole the orbital laser plans from the robot ambassador) apparently Sad Puppies want to give this work a Hugo for, basically, repeatedly spelling the president's name with a zero. We will see whether the non-Puppy Hugo voters agree that this cleverness deserves one of science fiction's major awards.
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1:

For "hooter"  you provide two definitions and one example (quoted below). The example does not illustrate either of the defs; it uses a third sense, which you don't mention ("nose, especially a large one").

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2:

Concerning Turns Out You Can Unboil An Egg: A Phrase About the Impossible, Which is Now Possible:

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Oh, I hate this

Mar. 28th, 2015 09:22 pm
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Sick again. Having a touchy stomach really sucks.

Late to bed, not as late to rise...

Mar. 28th, 2015 08:25 pm
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Makes Beth tired and sleepy and fried. >_>

I am going to swap computers in a moment and attempt to do more real work.

Dragcave collectors will notice new dragons today.

Havva Quote
Oscar to his ghost roommate: "It was so intense. I seriously thought I was going to die. and I just realized saying that to you sounds incredibly insensitive.
--http://www.wildelifecomic.com/index.php?id=132


INwatch+Bookwatch )

Dragons under fold )

Poem: "The Cold of the Winter"

Mar. 28th, 2015 01:00 pm
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This poem was written outside the regular prompt calls, inspired by discussion with [personal profile] dialecticdreamer. It's posted in barter for her demifiction and "Urgent Business," taking place shortly after and following up the consequences of the trot-line incident. It belongs to the series Frankenstein's Family. This is another triptych, so watch for the other two poems appearing later.

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My cat Ista sometimes insists on licking me: Lick lick lick lick lick lick lick lick, my arm or my hand or my face or whatever she can reach of my skin.

It's not really unpleasant, except that I'm allergic. Normally the allergy is very well-controlled with a prescription med, as long as I keep her fur out of my eyes. But the first time I let her do this, years ago, she methodically licked up my forearm from wrist to elbow, then back down in a parallel line right next to the first, and a third line up again right next to the second, for all the world as if she were painting my arm and didn't want to miss a spot. It felt interesting, too, in an ambiguous yes-and-no sort of way, both pleasant and irritating because of the barbs that cover a cat's tongue for grooming and other purposes.

And then it began to itch like crazy, so that I had to run to the bathroom and scrub it thoroughly with soap and hot water. She had saturated my skin with her allergenic saliva. I don't want to have to keep doing that, especially since she sleeps on my bed and this morning she started licking me when I woke up.

I guess she's grooming me. It's all right when she does it to my head where there's some "fur" left, but please not the bare skin! Is there anything I can do about it?
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Things are . . . not normalizing, not yet, not remotely, but The Actual Bear has moved into her new apartment mostly, though her cats will remain here, poor dears, until the repairs that should have been done before she moved in have been completed.  She doesn't have a TV yet, or a computer, but those are both getting remedied next week.

Expenses keep coming in.  She got a flat tire.  This utility or that utility wants a deposit or a connect fee or some other stupid shit.  Stuff that would be minor, would slip under the radar for someone with, you know, money, but which are huge pains in the ass for people without it.  I'm convinced that a lot of the "bad luck" it looks like poor people have is just poor people being in a shitty position to begin with, so that stuff that a wealthier person wouldn't even blink at becomes a massive issue.  Also, the services we tend to be able to afford are just worse.  Worse insurance.  Worse phone plans.  Worse medical care.  Worse vehicles and vehicle repair.  Worse homes.  People have said it a hundred different ways, but it's expensive to be poor.

We're tired, all of us.  I'm exhausted.  Physically, emotionally, mentally.  At this point I'm not even, like, as mad about the stuff that got stolen as I am about the enormous fucking logistical disaster those assholes caused.  And the fact that they scared the shit out of my girlfriend badly enough that she's (UNDERSTANDABLY) still twitchy.  Thanks a lot.  Fuckers.

I'm barely eating.  I know that's bad, but . . . so is pain.  I can't deal with pain AND all this other shit.  At least I know how to deal with hunger.  You just ignore it.  It's . . . still easy.  It even feels good -- if I'm hungry, it's very likely that I am not in pain, so I have some interest in preserving that by just putting off trying to take food.  There's nothing doctors can do, of course.  This is something else I have to solve alone.

I need a new mattress because I can barely sleep on this one -- I wake up multiple times a night, often cramped and in pain.  I need new shoes because mine are wearing out, but my feet are such an odd size I have to get them from an expensive-ass store, and I HAVE to be able to try them on, I can't order online and then pay shipping back and forth for stuff that doesn't fit -- again, it's expensive to be poor. 

Most of all, the one that really hurts, is that I want to take a sort of anniversary vacation to Eureka Springs with my girlfriend the first week of May because that is really fucking important to me and I've actually angry-cried and hurt-cried and frustration-cried about not being able to do it when it's something that would feel so good, like such a huge relief, when it's something that would help.  Which makes me feel like a weenie, AND makes me feel like a spoiled whiny brat, but when you hurt, the idea of something that you know would help is about the only thing that makes it bearable, and not having that is . . . well . . . unbearably frustrating sometimes.

So I need all this stuff.  And the money isn't there for any of it.  I can save, but . . . Christ, it's slow.  A hundred dollars a month, if I'm lucky.  Though being scared to eat is helping with some of that.  :/

I am getting things accomplished, though work has slowed down dramatically with my schedule and life being so disrupted by shit that wasn't the Bear's fault or my fault or anyone's fault but those assholes, but we're the ones who have to live with it.  I'm proofreading and trying to get caught up, even though in my worse moments I feel like it will never, ever be done.  It doesn't matter that it won't ever be done, I guess.  I still have to keep at it.  Even though I'm broken.  Even though that's why we are doing this.

I have some drawings I could sell if I could get my shit together long enough to fight with the scanner, but I'm so tired.

Life doesn't make sense.  It's stupid and painful and I am very much in love with it in general, but in specific, right now, I'm not very pleased with things.  There are so many things I could fix if I had money, or if I had the energy and emotional resources to really go at it.  And I don't.  So I'm broken, surrounded by broken things that I could fix if only if only if only.

I'm trying to do better, I really am.  I try not to complain.  It's just hard, because . . . I guess because everything is.

Fiction: Salvaging (25 of 26)

Mar. 28th, 2015 06:01 am
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Salvaging
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 25 of 26
Word count:1422



: : Another fic in the Polychrome Heroics universe, with [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith's permission, and any ideas developed here are hers to play with as she sees fit. This began as a Creative Jam fill, but spiraled into a lovely crossover with Schrodinger's Heroes (who need LOTS more love, people!) : :

WARNING: Sensitive topics, implied child abuse/neglect/exploitation. Some swearing. The main character is a hit man for hire; you have been warned!

: : Author's second note- I apologize for skipping Tuesday's scheduled post, which was done via open wifi in a city a hundred miles away from my brain (laptop). The current plan is to post the last two parts back-to-back (today and Sunday) and wrap up an ENORMOUS story.

Back to Part TWENTY-FOUR
Jump to the INDEX
Forward to Part TWENTY-SIX



“I'm sorry,” Juan blurted, “I didn't know we were in a private area of the building.” He took two hasty steps back, but the doorknob refused to slip from his numb hand.

“We?” Quinn moved quietly forward, as inexorable as a rising tide, glancing briefly down both paths.

“Chris,” Juan explained simply.

“Come on in,” Quinn answered in the same tone.

Juan tried not to take a visible breath, but his lungs, like his hands and feet, seemed to be working without him today. As he breathed in, audibly, his feet pushed him through the doorway, automatically pointed toward the overstuffed chair in the corner to his right. “Thanks,” he murmured.

“We've all wondered what your Quinn was like,” the young man continued, running a brisk hand through the strands of his silver and green hair.

“You even sound alike, not just inflection and accent, but the timbre of your voice,” Juan told him, offering each word as if they might explode if jostled.

“But you said 'she',” Quinn mused. “Sit down before you fall down,” he added, guiding Juan backwards and to the side. The Hispanic automatically sat when his calves brushed against the armchair, and his hands fell flat, palms down, to his lap.

“She hadn't yet...” Juan's mouth flattened into a bloodless line. His eyes shut, squeezing tight, as he took another slow breath, tapping his fingers first against each leg above the knee, then moving up to cross and tap his shoulders. He breathed out just as carefully, tapping a pattern from bicep to elbow to forearm to wrist, then the backs and palms of each hand in turn. Finally, he took a more relaxed breath, and opened his eyes.

“Since you don't want to talk about that,” Quinn offered with a cheeky grin below haunted eyes, “could you explain that tapping thing?”

“If you promise,” Juan countered with a wry grin of his own, “to make your pal Chris keep UP with his EFA. There's a decent basic library for him to work with, and I think he'll be devastatingly good at it.”

Quinn's chin dipped forward. “So he's the one? I wasn't sure which one would try to give you a little nudge. It's... pretty obvious that your version of Quinn was important to you.”

Juan's head bobbed, mirroring Quinn's gesture. “Let's start with the tapping. It's... It's the level of EFA equivalent to a Band-aid in that you can do it yourself without causing more problems, although most people don't ever use it in public, so if you think someone needs to catch their breath from a shock, or something emotionally difficult, try to get them in private first. It also especially helps to know this in advance, because it's not something I could do for you, for example.”

“First, identify the problem. You don't have to say anything aloud, but it does help, especially for beginners. Mine's pretty obvious... Seeing Quinn again is a shock,” he said with terrible gentleness. “Establish how much that is bothering you, on a scale of one to ten. Then you tap key reference points, like this, and use what amounts to reciting a counter-example, reminding yourself that you are still a person of value. The example, if you choose well, works either verbally or mentally.” Slowly, he patterned the series of three or five taps, explaining why odd numbers were preferred to even, and how to watch out for overly hard taps which indicated problems with that part of the body, or triggers related to that part of the body.

Quinn followed the movements, tapping along his shoulders and biceps, but consistently tapping along the outer, bony portion of his elbow instead of just below the crease. Juan finally reached over, lifting Quinn's hand into the correct position.

“That wasn't terrible, was it?” the Quebecois man whispered.

“You and Chris will be a force to be reckoned with,” Juan agreed, shaking his head. “Let me get you through the whole set. Some people start with the crown of the head, some start with the legs or hands... To me it's the 'toilet paper over or under the roll' argument. Find a pattern which works for you and keep to it.”

When they'd run through the pattern to explain the points, Juan walked them both through the process again, though he used the example of an ice cream headache, and gave much more emphasis to the re-assessment and how to tell if the improvement has plateaued.

“You want to talk about her?” Quinn murmured as they finished the third repetition.

A laugh rasped out. “You're her, with different parts. Did you get...?” he ventured, waving toward Quinn's body.

“Surgical,” Quinn agreed. “She didn't? Saying 'she' seems weird to me,” he admitted.

“She never had a chance to. We were friends, not... Quinn had...” Juan shrugged, struggling with both the silence and any words he could drum up.

“I came to Montreal when I was twenty-one. Met her by chance, just an afternoon at an interesting music festival.” Juan rolled his shoulders, then pressed both thumbs into the thick muscles of the trapezius, and sliding toward the thinner fasciae. “We hung out, talked, got to know each other... I'd come into the city with a delivery of contraband, but found reason after reason not to take another job, and when I moved around it was within an hour of the city, not halfway around the world. For... a year, year and a half,” he finished, biting off the last word with careful precision.

“We'd talked about...” He turned to look at Quinn's shoulder, then deliberately dragged his gaze down the masculine chest in its unisex tee shirt. “I'd talked her into going the more expensive route, with a healer instead of surgery.” His voice cracked.

Quinn muttered a particularly choice epithet, making Juan nod in brisk agreement. “Doubled. Trebled.” He shivered. “It was just an ordinary evening. We'd been out listening to a new band, having fun. On the way to the metro station, someone took exception to her, quote, behavior. It was more than a street brawl, more people than I'd ever had to deal with in an ambush. My ability kicked in at a pure survival level... people just didn't see me, hear me, moved around me. I ended up on the fringe of the crowd unable to do anything except phone the police. I... went quite a bit nuts for awhile.”

“I- we,” the other Quinn corrected, “didn't have any idea you might've been there. I'm so sorry.” He reached out, sighing.

Juan leaned forward, closing the millimeters-wide chasm separating them. “I'd been putting money aside, planning to help her get to a particular person... a soup who can make you the way you imagine yourself to be, not just... surgery,” Juan said carefully, “and the prepared, logical way I approached it was to plan for a year or so when Quinn couldn't work because all her time would've been--” He shook his head. “Never mind 'might have been'.”

“That's not your fault,” Quinn whispered, pulling himself closer, until his arm draped over Juan's back.

“Says everything but the part that still hurts.”

Even the noises of the building, and the Tef intermingled with the air conditioning, seemed to fade. Whispering, his tone threaded with amusement, Quinn asked, “What were you smuggling into Montreal?”

Juan's lips quirked wryly. “Blue chamomile, actually.”

“What? The herb?” Quinn shook his head. “I thought you guys had more of your society together than we do.”

“I can't guess, but at home, the government in Canada at the time was keeping records of the sale of blue chamomile, supposedly to keep everything to a very high standard of quality, but in fact to keep track of who was buying it.” Juan spread his hands, shrugging. “Making a couple of trips into the area every year with unregistered bottles of high-quality blue chamomile was not just lucrative, it was a way of, as my Quinn put it, keeping government out of the equation.”

“Are they still?” Quinn wondered.

Juan chuckled grimly. “That was overturned less than two years after my Quinn died. Somebody sank a lot of money into a political campaign to improve soup rights, and they were ahead of our United States right up until last year. US laws are still patchy, so I'm not calling it a win yet.”

Quinn perched on the arm of the chair. “I think I'm grateful to that somebody.”







Author's note: A good starting point for the very real tapping technique Juan relies on is available. As part of EFT therapy, this is a surprisingly INTENSE and useful bit of personal emotional first aid. Some things to be aware of: if you have a tendency to say negative things about yourself, the phrase “I love and accept myself completely” may be totally out of your reach. Find something you can work with, like “I am worthy of love and respect.” It's not as far-reaching or absolute, but it IS something a person can grow to believe, and that is a KEY part of EFT. Some tapping can be done in public, subtly. When reaching the limits of my ability to cope with a difficult situation in public, I rub my thumb along the inner wrist point for the opposite hand, and the ONE person who has noticed this “nervous habit” has dismissed it as part of stretching my hands and wrists to reduce RSI.

New Verses

Mar. 28th, 2015 01:25 am
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Thanks to a donation from Stephen Laird, we had an audience poll.  There are 8 new verses in "Often Buried Deep."   Astin picks up asteroid gems.  There are 10 new verses in "Settled." Aidan checks to make sure that Danso is okay, and explains some of what happened with his talent.

And Ng_moonmoth just finished "Often Buried Deep" so you can read the rest of that now.  Astin, Spalling, and V conclude their latest round of trade and enjoy each other's company.

Got a wee bit of editing done

Mar. 28th, 2015 12:15 am
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(Though not on anything of mine.)

(Cue up a rant about teachers who don't teach punctuation or how to do dialogue. SITH EDITRIX SMASH.)

Kid did not get her Roleplayers of Avon webcomic finished, because of horn/music theory lesson, and then getting homework stuff done. Hopefully she'll have some time after doing more homework, tomorrow, to finish the comic.

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N_____ says, “One for Beth:”
N_____ | But the Virtues are going through the motions of being sexy without any warmth behind it.
N_____ | Technically they're not chicken.
--From the MUSH. N_____ has been having fun with Markov Chains... This one is making some surreal, sometimes plausible, sentences...


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Today’s Boosting the Signal is the latest installment of The Epherium Chronicles, from fellow Carina author T.D. Wilson. Because yay, SF! T.D.’s been on Boosting the Signal before with a prior installment of this series, and now, we’re revisiting his protagonist–who has the larger goal of the safety of humanity jammed up against how he must report on the death of a friend.

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Echoes

Echoes

EDF Dreadnaught Armstrong
High Orbit
Tau Ceti 3
Tuesday, March 11
Earth Year 2155

James Hood stared at the blank screen of his terminal. An hour had passed with him sitting at his desk, and he hadn’t typed a single word of the letter he intended. In truth, he didn’t know where to start. As a warship Captain, he had written many letters over the past several years to family of fallen crew members under his command, but this occasion was altogether different. This message of condolence was for a close friend and the circumstances of his death were shrouded in conspiracy.

Hood stood from his comfortable chair and shook his head in disgust. EDF Command had created different magnitudes of elite cover ups in the past, often to hide to the unfortunate intangibles that the public couldn’t properly digest, but this time they fabricated a façade to promote a sense of order among the rank and file. The truth behind the falsehoods was that the brass was scared. He couldn’t believe that Admiral Grant, the supreme commander of the EDF fleet, would actually go along with it. The mere reality of that fact made the pain in his heart even greater.

Turning away from the terminal, Hood walked over to the nearby viewport and stared down at the lush green planet below. He was certain many in the upper echelon of the EDF had no idea what was orchestrating the unrest back home, but after what his people experienced on the planet surface, he had a pretty good idea now. There was a horrible darkness stalking humanity, and Hood was certain that the recent events on Earth were at its direction. This new enemy’s long term goals were still unknown, but it has the power to feed on people’s fears and turn friends into bitter enemies.

The Tau Ceti star appeared on the horizon of the planet and its warm light bathed the sky below in a yellowish orange glow. Inspiration swelled within Hood. Just like the life giving power of the nearby star, his people had managed to thwart the darkness at the new colony. The thought of their victory gave him renewed hope. He didn’t have all the answers, but he had faith they would be revealed when Earth and the EDF needed them most.

Hood spun on his heel and returned to his desk. His fingers struck the letters on the digital key pad with vigor. “Victoria, it is with deep regret that I must confirm to you the news of the untimely death of your husband. Russell died doing what he always hoped he would—saving a life of a friend…”

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Seraph Wright, Trainee Attorney.

Mar. 27th, 2015 04:36 pm
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So I logged onto the MUSH...

[DR] K______ is requesting a drabble: arcangel: celestial attorney at law
[DR] You have ten minutes. GO!!!
<<OOC>> arcangel eyes K______.
<<OOC>> arcangel says, "One moment."
---------------------Quoted by arcangel---------------------
"Objection!" the trainee Seraph shouted, thrusting one wing out.

The judge, an Elohite, did not facepalm. "You have to say why you're objecting," it murmured.

"Because... because it wasn't true?"

"And you know that how?"

Smugly, with the words "take that" all but hovering over its head, the Seraph said, "Because the witness HAD TO WRITE IT DOWN IN ENGLISH."

"And this is a problem because...?"

"Because we're in Heaven, and speaking the angelic language permits no lies!"

"And this is the only reason for writing?"

"...er, yes?"

The Malakite "witness" held up a card. It read: "Vow of Silence."
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Regarding Clean Reader

Mar. 27th, 2015 11:03 am
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Every Damn Day

Every Damn Day

Spotted on Dear Author’s news post for today: the latest tempest-in-a-thimble publishing brouhaha, this time pertaining to an app called Clean Reader. The purpose of this app is apparently to provide an adjustable profanity filter on ebooks.

Dear Author points off to Digital Reader’s post on the matter, and Digital Reader in turn has links off to assorted authors’ commentary, notably Chuck Wendig’s, which I link to because his rant IS a thing of glory.

As for me, thinking about this, I’m rather of two minds about it. On the one hand, with my reader hat on, I’m firmly in the camp that if I buy an ebook, that book should be bloody well mine, and I should be able to do what I like with it. Whether that be keep backup copies in my personal library, put it on the device of my choice, or hack into the thing to fix typos that irritate the hell out of me. Or, if I’m so inclined, edit out profanity.

(Not that I would edit out the profanity–because if you’ve followed me here for more than five minutes, you know I will swear with impunity in my posts. Likewise, if it’s appropriate to their states of mind at any given point in a story, my characters will also swear. Given my comfort with that, I’m hardly going to edit profanity out of a book I’m reading, much less one that I’m writing.)

Given this, I have a hard time mustering any damns for any readers who might decide, “well hey Anna, I like your book and all, but that one bit where Kendis says ‘fuck’? That bothers me so I’m going to take it out.” If I got paid for the book, and as long as that reader only does that to their local copy on their own device or computer, fabulous.

But. With my author hat on, I have to say, I totally see where Wendig and other authors are coming from on this. From what I’m seeing reading up on the matter, it sounds like that at least at one point, there were signs that the ebookstore associated with this site might have been selling profanity-filtered copies of ebooks? (I use the ? there because on the various posts I’ve read, whether or not that actually happened or is still going on is unclear to me.) I do have a problem with somebody trying to sell a profanity-filtered copy of my book. Because as Mr. Wendig says, if you’re trying to get a cut of sales off of my book, and you’re getting in there and altering the language and you are neither my publisher nor my editor, that warrants a big fat fuck you, no.

Moreover, it appears that this profanity filter functionality is weaksauce, regardless–replacing words it deems offensive with words it thinks are acceptable substitutes, often with pathetic results. This, I feel, is even worse than just bleeping out “offensive” words on TV, or the old practice of replacing said words in prose with lines instead (e.g., “G– d—“, or “b—–“, or what have you).

People swear. It’s part of life, and it’s certainly part of language. In fact, well-crafted profanity is its own art form, in English as well as in Quebecois French. To this day, I still giggle over SB Candy’s “HOLY FUCKING SHITDAMNNING CRAPMONKEYS IN A FUCKBARREL”, preserved here for posterity. Partly because part of me is twelve years old and has just got to giggle over yelling “CRAPMONKEYS!” But also because there’s unmitigated glory in that one shining sentence.

People also have sex. And authors write about it. And look–if there are words you don’t like, for whatever reason, it’s your right and privilege to avoid consuming content that contains those words. But maybe, just maybe, you might want to doublecheck your reading choices before you find yourself compelled to edit what you find offensive out of other people’s work.

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GamerGate is killing video games.

Mar. 27th, 2015 12:30 pm
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I am going to quote [personal profile] ysabetwordsmith's post verbatim here, including the link to the post whose title I've swiped. See also the comments on her post.



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So GamerGate just shot videogames in the crotch.

The academics are being stupid. You do not ignore a part of history because you think it's pointless and some of the people involved are assholes. You do not ignore it because it is "too new," it is easier to preserve then and your descendants will curse you for being so fucking slow and stupid as to let it fade away. Ephemera are valuable precisely because they usually get lost. You would think more people would have learned this after thousands of years of history. Apparently not.

But hey, this is what sexism gets: academic careers blocked, research and preservation not done, games therefore probably lost when they degrade because nobody knew how to save them. Thanks, assholes, you just turned over the thirteenth card and blew up the universe, now everyone loses.

***FUME***

I am sulking at having to share a planet with these two groups of idiots. The stupid, it burns like hydrogen.

absolutely flat equalisation

Mar. 27th, 2015 08:30 am
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I rebuilt and altered the crossover circuit on the worse of the two speakers. Check it, here’s the new crossover. I kept the original coils, but moved them so they’re out of plane with each other, which matters for clarity and prevention of crosstalk.


New Crossover

The numbers on the board are kind of wrong, those were what was there before, plus or minus 20%, except for the one that had pretty much completely failed from age. That’s okay, electrolytics do that. That’s why I went with film.

I made a phone recording, just using the built-in microphone. The last recording, of the other speaker, I was able to get it sounding reasonable through inappropriate use of EQ once I got the tweeter to come back online. Even that was a huge step up from where it had been.

This recording? Purely flat equalisation. Absolutely flat. Played off an iPod through my Sampson amp, into the speaker, recorded via phone mic.

Whaddya think, sirs?

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General Fund Poll

Mar. 27th, 2015 05:06 am
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 Surprise!  There's $30 in the general fund, and a poll on how to distribute it.  You can vote in a comment if you don't have LJ.
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Echoing the Alarm

By Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
Part 1 of 2
Word count: 963

:: Part of the Frankenstein's Family universe, this is the text of the second of two letters carried to the village in Vladimir's delivery (The story "Urgent Business.") ::


The enclosed missive was written in elegant, precise German on fine linen paper. My translation is... adequate, but I enclose the original and pray that you will ask your village doctor for his translation as well. The letter was delivered to me only two days ago, returned from the first I sent north, to Constanta.

Yours in Christ,
a fellow priest.

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I hate nightmares.

Mar. 26th, 2015 11:30 pm
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Especially nightmares where one's kids are kidnapped. Not just the one that one has, but also the fictional baby sibling of indeterminate gender. (As I said to the kid after school, when explaining why I was tired, "larval human.") Anyway, I woke up too early because of it and couldn't resolve the situation consciously because it was too blighted scary.

So now I am tired.

I got almost 200 words written on fiction, woo! ...need to do editing stuff.

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Lobbyist claims Monsanto weed killer is safe to drink, then bolts when TV host offers him a glass
--http://linkis.com/www.rawstory.com/rs/j4hx2


INwatch+Bookwatch )

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...

In your short video clip at "Germanwings Co-Pilot Intentionally Crashed Aircraft", the caption at 0:44 translates the speaker's French use of the verb "ignorer" as "ignore": "So he activated this button to initiate this loss of altitude for a reason that we completely ignore today." Wrong, wrong, WRONG AND TOTALLY MISLEADING!


"Ignorer" in French means "not know", "be ignorant of". It does not mean "ignore"! You have the speaker saying in essence "We know why he did it, but we're acting as if we didn't." Holy ....!

Please don't leave your captioning to amateurs. It's a huge disservice to your readers and it makes you look like fools.

When Everything Is Awful

Mar. 26th, 2015 08:43 pm
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... here are some things to try.

Most of this advice is good. It can be boiled down to, if you feel awful, try changing one simple thing.

I will add, don't pressure yourself too much about anything. Also check to see if these things make you feel better or accomplish a practical purpose. If so, keep doing them. If not, quit and try something else. Don't try to force yourself to look or act "normal" if it doesn't help or actually makes you feel worse. You've got better things to do with that spoon.

Beyond that ...

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Poem: "The Noblest of All Animals"

Mar. 26th, 2015 06:16 pm
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This poem is spillover from the March 3, 2015 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] rix_scaedu. It also fills the "drama" square in my 3-16-15 card for the [community profile] genprompt_bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. It belongs to the series Frankenstein's Family, and is a direct sequel to "Man's True Nature" and "Between Power and Vulnerability" so read those first.

Warning: While this poem does not have the gore of the first one, it is much heavier on social and legal tensions. If those are touchy issues for you, please consider your headspace before clicking through.

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Ephemeral Histories

Mar. 26th, 2015 02:58 pm
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 [personal profile] cmcmck is a true historian, noting the value of ephemera in history.  See some beautiful photos of graffiti about Charlie Hebdo.  This is raw cultural material.  It's not elite.  It's not meant to last.  It's a snapshot of the human soul in one moment of emotion.  Like a breath of mist on a cold winter day, it is there and gone in an instant.

Unless someone catches it.  This is what historians are for.  We are timebinders.  We see, so that humanity may know.  We witness, so that humanity may remember.

Every tidbit of information is important, although some are more famous or influential than others.  Watch.  Listen.  Record.  For what is considered important today is not always the same as what will be valued or studied tomorrow.  It is ours to keep, so that others who come after us may explore more of our time than we have left of those before us.  Because we know these things matters.

This is what we're here for.

And Je suis Charlie?  It doesn't mean we're all at equal  risk of being murdered for our beliefs right now.  It acknowledges that today they're coming for someone else, but tomorrow they could come for us, if we don't stand up and stop them.  Je suis Charlie,  unless we make a world in which it's not okay to murder people for annoying you.

alt.icelandic.chef.bjork.bjork.bjork

Mar. 26th, 2015 08:54 am
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Last night I went to City Center to see Björk. She's touring to support her latest album, Vulnicura.

Vulnicura is a very emotionally raw album, but brilliant. The first half of the show last night, with songs from the album, was much the same. The latter half was much more eclectic, drawing on a lot of her lesser known back catalog (with the exception of "Come To Me").

One percussionist, one DJ/synthesist. A 15-piece string ensemble. And, of course, Björk. I've seen her live once before, at the Virgin Music Festival in Toronto in 2006. She was good then, but this was a much more intimate performance in a much better venue (I love live music, but it's a whole different experience than a festival).

No pictures to speak of but I did sneak some audio recordings on my mobile.

Really great show.

(And, no, I couldn't resist that title for this post)

Negative Impacts of GamerGate

Mar. 26th, 2015 03:43 am
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So GamerGate just shot videogames in the crotch

The academics are being stupid.  You do not ignore a part of history because you think it's pointless and some of the people involved are assholes.  You do not ignore it because it is "too new," it is easier to preserve then and your descendants will curse you for being so fucking slow and stupid as to let it fade away.  Ephemera are valuable precisely because  they usually get lost.  You would think more people would have learned this after thousands of years of history.  Apparently not.

But hey, this is what sexism gets: academic careers blocked, research and preservation not done, games therefore probably lost when they degrade because nobody knew how to save them.  Thanks, assholes, you just turned over the thirteenth card and blew up the universe, now everyone loses.

***FUME***

I am sulking at having to share a planet with these two groups of idiots.  The stupid, it burns like hydrogen.

Abortion as an Option

Mar. 25th, 2015 10:46 pm
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One of the best presentations I have ever seen

I will add one caveat: becoming (or making someone) pregnant CAN have permanent, life-changing, psychological effects for some people along all possible paths.  You can be happy, sad, or have mixed feelings about abortion, adoption, or parenting.  It just hits people differently.  Even a pregnancy scare  that doesn't turn out to be true can have a big impact.  It's a life event.  As the post suggests, a supportive environment helps make this a learning experience and not a trauma.

Also, want to be a hero?  Support a friend anywhere along any of these life paths.  Sometimes you might be the only help they have.

Long Day With Headache

Mar. 25th, 2015 11:30 pm
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So I spend a lot of time reading twitter to distract myself from the ibuprofen not working fast enough. >_>

Also took the kid for her dr appointment, regular checkup, etc. Timing of that is one reason the headache started -- I basically had no food till about 1pm. I thought eating would nuke it, but nooooooo. By the time we got to the other end of Long Drive, the pain of my head was making me slightly nauseous. O:p

I do not advise headaches.

On the way back, discussed the kid's webcomic, Roleplayers of Avon, a bit more, including good lines for when they get around to doing Hamlet, plus Bob's real name. (The kid really does have some good lines going on.)

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Hey, we just predicted you'd be a king! Have a little respect!
--https://roleplayersofavon.wordpress.com/2015/03/26/banking-on-banquo/


INwatch+Bookwatch )

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A Comic About Closets

Mar. 25th, 2015 09:34 pm
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Here's a great comic about coming out of closets

Thing is, some of us never came out, because we were never in a closet.  I knew about my weirdnesses many years before I developed any kind of verbal or social brakes.  Also some of the things that complicated my life were conspicuous and not concealable.  Number one on that list was ... my parents being schoolteachers.  This guaranteed that other children would hate me, and I didn't care, because my parents are awesome.  Since I had exactly zero chance of being popular no matter what I did, there was no reward for conforming and therefore not much pressure.  Not that it would've worked anyhow, but it was kind of nice to have such an obvious reason for the prejudice and for my indifference.  I did eventually learn that there were things that would make people extra berserk, and I figured out which ones I was willing and able to modulate to some degree.  There are things I'm more open about, and things I'm less open about.  But for the most part, I can fake being normal for a maximum of about three hours and then I am exhausted.  No closet could possibly contain that.  You might as well try to contain a bonfire in a paper lantern.  (We did that once.  It was spectacular for the 30 seconds or so that it lasted.)  And that makes a difference in how people experience the world.  How early they knew themselves, and whether the less-common traits were ever hidden.
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This poem is spillover from the March 3, 2015 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] rix_scaedu. It also fills the "disability (temporary)" square in my 5-22-14 card for the [community profile] origfic_bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. It belongs to the series Frankenstein's Family, and is a direct sequel to "Man's True Nature" so you should read that one first.

Warning: This poem is nowhere near as gory as the first of the triptych. However, it delves deeper into the emotional and psychological issues. If the latter are more sensitive for you, consider your headspace before clicking through.

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Têtu

Têtu

There are certain phrases that hold massive magical power with me, people. “Great Big Sea is coming to town”, for one. “Let’s go out for sushi”, for another. “I just read and loved your latest book,” that one’s a contender. My favorite over the last couple of years, though, is hands down “a new album by Le Vent du Nord”. Têtu is album number eight for mes gars, and the sixth one with the lineup of Nicolas Boulerice, Olivier Demers, Simon Beaudry, and Réjean Brunet (counting four studio albums, the live album Mesdames et messieurs, and my beloved Symphonique)!

You may take it as read at this point that yeah, I’m going to adore anything these boys do. That goes without saying, since I’ve spent a whole lot of energy here on my blog and on social media not being able to shut up about them. But when they drop a new album, I get to actually back up my fangirling with evidence. I get to talk about not only adoring the music of this band, but why I adore it, too. And despite this post I made earlier today, I do not really have the French vocabulary yet to talk properly about this album. So I’m going to do it in English.

Overall picoreview first! This is the longest Le Vent album yet, with a total of 15 tracks, and there’s a whole lot to love with each one. After all the time these boys have spent playing together, they’ve pretty much got this down to an art and a science, and it shows here. Têtu is a tight, expert production, one in which the joy of the music shines through on every note. If you’re a fan of this band, you’re going to relish this album. If you’re not a fan yet, I submit for consideration that this would be an excellent album to use as your first introduction to them. Instrumentally and vocally, les gars are at the top of their game. And there are particularly high quantities of Simon Beaudry singing lead on things, and that’s always a good thing.

And now, track by track commentary behind the fold!

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Pour mes amis du Quebec!

Mar. 25th, 2015 03:28 pm
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(I just posted this to Facebook, where most of the Francophones I know are most likely to read me. But because I am a completist, and because I want to save this for later, I’m posting it here too!)

Aujourd’hui je veux pratiquer mon français! Attendez! Ce sera longue. ;)

Vous pouvez demander, mes amis d’Internet, pourquoi une femme américaine et anglophone, aime tellement la musique traditionnelle du Québec. J’écris beaucoup sur ça déjà en anglais, mais ça, c’est facile. Aujourd’hui je veux écrire sur ça en français!

La première chose: je pense qu’il est bon d’apprendre d’autres cultures. Les Américains, nous ne faisons pas souvent ça comme nous devrions. Les gens du Québec sont nos voisins, et ils partagent l’Amérique du Nord avec nous. C’est bon à connaître vos voisins. Et la musique et la langue sont deux voies merveilleuses à le faire.

En particulier, il a été mon honneur et mon plaisir à rencontrer plusieurs musiciens québécois. Ceci me donne les visages, les noms, et les gens vivants. Cela rend réel. Et je pense, ces gens, ils sont gens splendides. Je veux respecter et apprécier eux.

(Et c’est un signe de mon respect que je m’excuse à Olo et André et Éric quand mon français et poche. ;) Je ne peux pas m’exprimer en français parlé, pas encore. Je dois travailler de m’exprimer en français écrit. J’apprends encore!)

La deuxième chose: je suis un écrivain. J’aime des mots. J’aime des langues. Et une nouvelle langue entière–c’est un nouveaux voie de voir le monde. Il y a magique dans ça. Magique pour un lecteur comme moi-même, de voir le monde. Et pour un écrivain, de parler du monde.

Seriéusement, savez-vous comment mon cerveau s’éclaire quand je pense de tous les livres de SF québécois que je n’ai pas lu encore? Toutes les histoires que je pourrais dire si je maîtrise la langue? :D

Et la troisième chose, et véritablement, la chose plus importante–la musique? C’est magnifique. Elle parle à mon cœur. Elle parle à mes pieds et les incite à danser. Elle parle à mes mains et les incite à jouer les tounes. Et elle parle à ma voix et l’incite à chanter.

Pour ça, j’aime tellement la musique traditionnelle du Québéc. Oui, je suis américaine–mais pour cette musique, un part de moi devient française.

Merci pour ça, les gars. <3

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The Gospel of Firefly

Mar. 25th, 2015 03:42 pm
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Beautiful music.  See, this is why crowdfunding is so awesome.  MOAR GOODEEZ for everyone!

Gender Neutrality in Sweden

Mar. 25th, 2015 03:35 pm
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Sweden has officially added the gender-neutral pronoun "hen" alongside the masculine "han" and feminine "hon" in dictionaries.  That is just so awesome.

none of this was expected

Mar. 25th, 2015 08:30 am
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I got given a couple of terrible, terrible looking- and sounding- speakers, and a pretty good power amp that has been in storage for a while, as a set. I haven’t started working on the amp yet, but it’s supposedly actually just fine. Yay!

But these speakers, goddamn. I mean look at this. This is already cleaned up. The other one is not better.


Already Cleaned. No, really.

By the way, if anybody knows how to get this goddamn horn off this tweeter driver? I’d like to know. Is there a trick? I took off the bolts and NOPE NOT MOVING. But it had to have been assembled in place, because you can’t fit it into the cabinet face otherwise. If it unscrews (after bolt removal) I don’t see how – I put a lot of force into it with a strap wrench and got nowhere.


HONK HONK

Honestly it’s like trying to fly the Constellation after the Doomsday Machine hit it. I got them wired up tho’ – it took some custom cabling and alligator clips, but I got them running. Limping along, anyway. But by that time I’d already discovered that despite their shitkicker exteriors, inside? All JBL pro gear. Really pretty high-end stuff. I don’t get it either.


If only we had some phasers…

Once I had them stable, I figured out the reason there was no high end was because hey, guess, what, neither of the tweeters were doing anything! The first one, I got back online by working around a bad connection. No idea how long that had been out. The second one…

The second one, I looked at, and tried to figure out what the hell they were doing with this weird circuit and this giant pot that like varied between 0 and 10 ohms maybe, and seemed to be in parallel with the speaker. Eventually I decided it was part of an inexplicably assymetrical Zobel circuit and realised that making it symmetrical would fix other problems too, so that’s fine, except…

…then I got the same circuit out of the now-working other speaker and discovered the one I’d been analysing had been misassembled since construction.

That’s as in at least 25 years. Probably 35 or so. SPEAKERS SURE DO SOUND DIFFERENT WHEN YOU ACTUALLY HOOK THE TWEETER UP, DON’T THEY? Or rather, hook it up so you haven’t filtered around it.

Which is what someone had done.

I am apparently the first to try to figure this out. I’m certainly the first to find it.

Honestly, I don’t even know what to say about that.

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Morally ambiguous hero/ines?

Mar. 25th, 2015 05:26 am
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I hate it when morally ambiguous characters are just labeled either villains or anti-heros. I think that’s why I like my character Lyria Spellspinner so much. She's cunning, manipulative, secretive, isn't afraid to kill people when she feels it's needed, defies the laws of nature and man by being heavy into the dark arts, befriends dark creatures, performs necromancy, performs forbidden soul magic, and has a temper problem (in that if she loses her temper, everyone heads for the hills screaming hysterically, and witnesses will probably need therapy for the rest of their lives. Those on the receiving end of her wrath generally end up either dying horribly, begging for death, or going insane from the trauma).

But she's fiercely loyal to her employees and her loved ones, protects children (even when they're not hers), doesn't kill needlessly, feels remorse for some of the more horrible things she's done and has nightmares about it for decades or even centuries ("losing her temper" involves a massive temporary personality shift in which she is not herself, and thankfully has only one trigger1 which doesn't often happen), she's usually very level headed, she treats people with respect (sometimes even when they don't do the same for her) but isn't afraid to show contempt for people she dislikes if she thinks they're useless and harmless, she's fighting on the side of Good, and even though she's ungodly wealthy, she's generous to those in genuine need (even if she doesn't like them, if she doesn't think they deserve whatever misfortune they've run afoul of). She is a heroine, and if anyone ever thinks differently, well, they're well within their rights to think that. But to me she's a heroine.

If I had to give her a Hogwarts house, I'd say she's equal parts Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Griffindor, with a dash of Hufflepuff. But adult Lyria would probably get sorted into Slytherin... and would probably have very little patience for most of the idiots in that House during the events of the books, especially Malfoy. Child Lyria, however, would probably have ended up in Ravenclaw.

1 = Her trigger is if somebody murders someone she loves.

Hidden Disabilities

Mar. 25th, 2015 01:22 am
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Here's an essay about hidden disabilities in speculative fiction and real life. It makes some interesting points about people's assumptions and different levels of ability.

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Poem: "Man's True Nature"

Mar. 24th, 2015 11:13 pm
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This poem is spillover from the March 3, 2015 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] rix_scaedu. It also fills the "trapped!" square in my 12-15-14 card for the [community profile] genprompt_bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by [personal profile] janetmiles, LJ user Zianuray, and EdorFaus. It belongs to the series Frankenstein's Family. This is the first of three connected poems.

WARNING: This poem is intense and graphic hurt/comfort. The detailed warnings contain spoilers; highlight to read. Fridrik steps in an abandoned trap and suffers serious injuries. He is sometimes in human form, sometimes in wolf form, so be aware of the switch if animal injuries are squicky for you. He feels betrayed, even though that's not exactly what happened. Victor is pissed that somebody broke the rule forbidding traps, after he specifically designed the rules to prevent accidents like this, and consequently having trouble controlling his temper. Lots of gross medical details, quasi-historic treatment methods, a miserable flashbacking injured werewolf, desperately worried friends and family trying to help, awkward social dynamics, dominance issues, trouble thinking clearly under stress, trust issues, difficulty accepting urgently needed help, vampire bites, werewolf licking, and other mayhem. Also a bunch of the supporting links are graphic too. On the bright side, Fridrik will eventually recover, the teamwork is terrific, and this installment ends with two cuddlepiles. The mood is pretty typical of the "gothic fluff" in this series; it just has a higher amount of gore due to someone else's stupidity. Consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.

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Parti-Color Clothes

Mar. 24th, 2015 11:04 pm
ysabetwordsmith: Cartoon of me in Wordsmith persona (Default)
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 Here's a fascinating article about parti-colored clothes.

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