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Wednesday, November 26th, 2014 03:35










Finished objects from today! My shirt and vest for Wonderland Seishirou, and my Echolaria shawl I started back in July. The shawl still needs to be blocked, which is why it looks like a tiny balled up frumpy mess, but I need to find sufficient space to do that here.


The shirt and vest are pretty much done-done, though. Hand-stitching done, buttons sewed on, edges finished, etc. The only reason the cuffs are pinned is because they’re double-barrel French cuffs and I don’t have cufflinks for them yet. In retrospect I maybe should have done bound-buttonholes on the vest, but they’re such a pain. If I end up feeling really strongly about it later, I can take out the inside finishing seam, rip out the current buttonholes, and add them. We’ll see.


Tomorrow I think I’m going to finish one of my repair projects (probably Jedistuck Aradia or Phoenix) and maybe start in on Rufus’s jacket….

Tuesday, November 25th, 2014 21:59
post-tags: instagram, crosspost "Then the horizon glows, almost like it's on fire." #sunset #winter #newengland
Tuesday, November 25th, 2014 15:19
...always knows when you're wearing black.

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Tuesday, November 25th, 2014 11:22
I read my email in Alpine, because I love it; it's fast, powerful, and does 95% of what I want efficiently and easily. As a happy side effect, this means I see a kind of plaintext rendering of HTML email unless I request a browser view, making it much easier to instantly identify phishing scams (Alpine puts the destination domain after every link in its HTML rendering), and easier to not see gross images.

It also means I sometimes see text the phisher probably didn't know was there:

("hello" + " " + "world!");; val it : string = "hello world!" > "hello" + " " + "world!";;
val it : string = "hello world!" Why then String.length works with the first but not with the second one? >
String.length ("hello" + " " + "world!");; val it : int = 12 > String.length "hello" + " " + "world!";;
String.length "hello" + " " + "world!";; ------------------------^^^
amazon

Yes, other CSHTML are still updated correctly when I make changes. And yes, I tried displaying an empty
page, but it still displays the same old one


Hidden by CSS in the browser view. :D
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Tuesday, November 25th, 2014 15:06
1. Lunch was sourdough bread made from my breadpet that was identifiably sourdough, it was great, I will add more water next time; and leek-and-potato soup with bay leaves & lovage (Liebstoeckel) from my mother's garden, & the best parev chicken-style stock.

2. I continue to listen to Vienna Teng on loop.

3. I was rather irritated by the most recent poetry-in-translation I read (because of the translator, not the author!). I accidentally had a bit of a rant and consequently feel somewhat better.

4. My largest smallcousin is a fuckin' rockstar and I am so proud of her.
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Tuesday, November 25th, 2014 10:35
Mondays, every week, let's celebrate ourselves, to start the week right. Tell me what you're proud of. Tell me what you accomplished last week, something -- at least one thing -- that you can turn around and point at and say: I did this. Me. It was tough, but I did it, and I did it well, and I am proud of it, and it makes me feel good to see what I accomplished. Could be anything -- something you made, something you did, something you got through. Just take a minute and celebrate yourself. Either here, or in your journal, but somewhere.

(And if you feel uncomfortable doing this in public, I've set this entry to screen any anonymous comments, so if you want privacy, comment anonymously and I won't unscreen it. Also: yes, by all means, cheer each other on when you see something you want to give props to!)
Tuesday, November 25th, 2014 15:10
A shitty thing happened at work today, as it sometimes does. A coworker made some derogatory comments about Russians in a meeting with a bunch of people in the department, including myself.

As sometimes happens, a different coworker later came up to me and said "Are you all right? I'm so sorry that happened. I was on the verge of saying something to [coworker who was speaking], but I didn't, but I wanted to apologize to you on behalf of all of us." These are quiet, private conversations, that of course go nowhere in terms of precluding such behavior in the future. In fact often the coworkers who express this sentiment are doing so more because they hate the offensive coworker, for whatever reason, that week, than out of genuine solidarity or sympathy, as evidenced by the fact that these "sympathetic" coworkers themselves occasionally make disparaging comments about Russians, mock Russian accents or Russian food, etc. (Last week we had a whole discussion at lunch about how gross Russian food was, obviously initiated by people who were not me, but I was present. It was great.)

It makes me think about a lot of things.

About how used to it I am, at this point. About how it's taken slightly less than 3 years of working in a place where I'm the only Russian speaker to be used to this. Where I'm no longer even offended or angry, just tired and scared. Where I just want to ignore everything I can, forget everything I can, pretend these people don't hold these opinions, pretend, in the most fantastical scenario, that they don't even know I'm Russian. That I can hide it from them somehow, make them forget. How well I've learned to navigate the battle of being visibly, outspokenly Russian with being prepared for the backlash. I know people will mock me, I know they won't understand my perspective, I know they think my parents are trash and their accents, their food, their fashion sense are horrible.

At least so far - so far, praise be - I haven't succumbed to actually wishing I wasn't Russian. I've always hoped that spending my adolescence in a 98% Russian speaking environment, among my fellow immigrants, has inoculated me against that, at least. A lot of my upbringing, both at home and at school, growing up, talked about people who were, essentially, "ethnic traitors". People who would change their names, change their clothes, pretend not to speak Russian, avoided Russian things at all costs, etc. These people - kids and adults - were despicable, pitiable, pathetic. My mother used to tell me, when I was 7, about my native-born classmates, who used to bully the fuck out of me, including stealing and destroying my things, beating me up and spitting on me: "don't try to fool people that you're one of them. They'll always know that you're not." I had asked to change my name to something less Russian sounding than Marina. Perhaps Miriam. My mother had laughed, a sort of kind, sad smile. Like she didn't know how to explain to me that nothing I did would ever be enough.

I used to hate myself a lot as a kid, for a lot of reasons, most of which had to do with immigration. When I was older, my hatred for people who tried to "pass" as non-Russian bordered on the irrational. It was not uncommon among my peers. There was literally nothing more pathetic, to us, than trying to suck up to the people who bullied you in grade school, who thought your heritage was garbage, who mocked your parents. It was too sad and disgusting to contemplate.

It took a long time, to learn to forgive. To accept that there are no good choices under duress. To learn not to judge my fellow immigrants for whatever they had to do to survive.

The other thing instances like this make me think about is - how privileged I am, and how utterly horrible it is that this is my experience considering how privileged I am. I'm not even on the outskirts of marginalized identities in Israel. Mine is a relatively light case.

It makes me sick and terrified to live in this country, drives home how incredibly, unspeakably worse it must be for others, who like me work and live here, in this, our most progressive city.

Lastly, it makes me think about how uncomfortable I am, still, in spaces occupied by the wealthy, educated, "liberal" elites of this country.

I, and most people from my community, come from areas of poverty, lack of access to resources, lack of education, working class neighborhoods. These were the people I grew up with, the people I was surrounded by. Ethnic tensions in these places looked entirely different. I grew up unused to the subtlety, the insidious nature of discrimination and prejudice when it's something one can't openly mention in polite company.

Among my coworkers, the educated liberals will only say derogatory things about Russians when caught off guard. When they're stressed or in the middle of a poorly thought out joke or are responding to a statement they didn't realize would touch on Russianness. They're not necessarily repentant, afterwards, but they feel as though they've transgressed.

Where I grew up, when people didn't like Russians they were very vocal about it. Everything about their manner, their speech, their attitude let you know they thought you were beneath them. No one was shy about using slurs or saying what they really thought. The refinement always makes me uneasy. Everything feels like hypocrisy. It's like I have to assume beforehand that everyone has these prejudices, or else I'll let myself get attached and only discover it at crunch time, when there's stress or drama or something major happens. It worries me, sets me on edge, being around people who think they're above ugly prejudice or discrimination. That they're too smart, too "good", too educated, too peace loving, too kind to fall prey to it.

I know I'm certainly not above prejudice, I know it's something I struggle with, in areas where it doesn't affect me and even in some areas where it does. I try to keep that in mind. Understanding how oppression works doesn't make you immune to perpetuating it. The air you breathe is always tinged with it, and the work of undoing its effects is continuous.

Anyway, it just always makes me think how odd that is, and how not-unusual. To work so hard to get to the "top", to live and work in the centers of social and material wealth, only to feel, after all your formal education, like you miss the open hostility and discrimination of the neighborhoods you worked so hard to escape.

Native-born Israelis: please consider whether your comments are appropriate on a post like this, and please don't speak for me or for groups you don't belong you re: what it's like living in Israel. In general, but especially here.
Tuesday, November 25th, 2014 08:14
Let's just say there's a huge difference between "I don't want to live anymore" and "I don't want to live on this planet there must be a better option where is my goddamn jet pack I'm moving to Mars."

And let's just say that someone might be cruising eBay for used rockets.
Tuesday, November 25th, 2014 08:04
I am deeply upset (but not at all surprised) by the grand jury in Ferguson declining to indict Darren Wilson for shooting Mike Brown. (Everything I read about how the grand jury was convened and how the evidence was presented makes it absolutely crystal clear the prosecutor did not want the indictment. Which, again: heartbreaking, but not at all surprising.) I'm more upset by the fact that county prosecutor Robert McCulloch made the announcement at 9PM -- that was such a bone-headed move that even before I saw the announcement there was absolutely no doubt in my mind the timing was deliberate to provoke the very response that happened last night as protests erupted into violent confrontation. You don't announce news like that at 9PM unless you want an explosion -- every conflict gets escalated after dark -- and it's yet-a-fucking-nother example of how badly the whole thing was handled from the beginning.

I'm posting, however, to let people know about the Ferguson National Response Network, which has a coordinated list of protests being planned across the country, mostly for today. I don't know if I'm going to be physically capable of attending Baltimore's tonight, but there are planned protests in loads of locations and judging by my reading list I know a lot of you are just as upset as I am.

(And if you're looking for something you can give to people in your life who don't get it, I thought this article by Janee Woods, 12 Ways to Be a White Ally to Black People, was a really good attempt at being concise and clear about a very complicated subject.)
Tuesday, November 25th, 2014 09:02
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Mako & Raleigh + text posts
Tuesday, November 25th, 2014 08:32
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just-the-fics-maam:

just-the-fics-maam’s tips for getting unstuck with your writing.

These ideas have helped me when I have gotten stuck. I hope they help you, too!
Monday, November 24th, 2014 23:16
1. We went to see Big Hero 6 today and it was so awesome! I really loved everything about it. (Except the price. Over $8 for the bargain matinee!? Yikes! And that wasn't even 3D!)

2. We have been having a little heat spell, but thankfully it's not getting too hot and it's still cold at night. And it should be getting cooler again next week and also rain. I hope it really does rain!

3. I got some translating done today despite not feeling like doing much of anything. Hopefully I can wrap this chapter up tomorrow or Wednesday and send it off to the typesetter so I can get it posted before the end of the month.

4. Irene bought some ginger lemon Haribo gummies today and they are so good! Why have I never seen these before!?
Monday, November 24th, 2014 21:46
Well, the world is a terrible, bleak, unjust place. But Sleepy Hollow was good?

Of course it was delayed by the vile press conference, so my plan of "watch Sleepy Hollow right after the press conference so I'll feel better" failed. Which, you know, lots of way fucking shittier things happening in the world tonight. Pardon me while I console myself with television.

Sleepy Hollow, Magnum Opus recap )

...are there any named white cops in Sleepy Hollow not counting dead Corbin? Not that I'm complaining.

Also next week's episode is called spoiler ). Which... could go well or poorly, depending on who dies.




And now back to your regularly scheduled nation in permanent crisis mode.
Monday, November 24th, 2014 19:02
Listening to the mother next door as she protects her sons is breaking my heart. Her boys are smart, clever, wild, strong, funny, savvy children. They smile and joke with each other and the old men in the neighborhood. They act like kids a lot of the time, but they are young and Black. The world isn't great for them right now.

I can hear this hitch of fear in her voice when she tells them to "go inSIDE! I said inSIDE! You DEAF, BOY? Go inSIDE!" I've heard her admit that things "don't look good with the police" a few times, and I know that her position as a mother has got to be really difficult. In the 100+ days since Michael Brown was murdered, a number of Black mothers have written articles and blog posts about parenting while Black in the US. There have been panels and speeches and presentations. I'm trying to listen. I'm trying to hear and learn.

And I'm trying to call out injustice when it's time for allies to speak up because the work of parenting is hard enough as it is.
Monday, November 24th, 2014 19:17
While chatting with our tenant, I decided on a whim to touch up the paint around her living room window. We're talking two little strips of green, about 1" x 6", that had been peeled away just above the window frame.

So I dug out the little 200ml paint tester canister of that chartreuse color from the basement (where leftover paint goes to age). We're talking a five-minute job. I didn't even change out of my work clothes. And I put the screw-top lid wet-paint-side-up on my tenant's bright glossy red side table.

You can see where this is going. But it was only going to take me five minutes. Not even that.

Pleased with my touch-up job, I looked down and there were these little chartreuse marks in a line going across the glossy red table. And there was a little tuxedo cat next to the table, looking pleased with her explorations.

the underside of Ginny's green paw

She was not pleased when I wrangled her into the kitchen sink for a paw wash.

(Fortunately, wet paint wipes right off a glossy red surface. Fyi.)
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Monday, November 24th, 2014 19:03
I fell down the rabbit hole of the Maccabeats and YouTube videos, thanks to the Facebook alumni page posting Adon Olam to the tune of Cups. And then Adon Olam to Happy.

...And now it's 19:00 and I'm so hungry and my stomach hurts from that. Fnargh. Cheese and crackers, or will I bother to go out?
Monday, November 24th, 2014 13:23
SRVE0255E: A WebGroup/Virtual Host to handle /aic/jsp/FederatedLogin.html has not been defined.

SRVE0255E: A WebGroup/Virtual Host to handle w2.assurant.com:80 has not been defined.

IBM WebSphere Application Server



Of course that's what you want to see when using your INSURANCE SITE.

I'll deal with this tomorrow, I guess - maybe their equivalent of an SRE will actually be on the job. @.@
Monday, November 24th, 2014 10:29
Oh my gosh, BAM was awesome. To quote Bordermarch's Herald, it was "fantabulous". I dragged Brent along and he's gotten excited about doing Arts and Sciences again. Especially since his friend Lady Willow got surprised-Laurel-elect this event. He's going to work for her this Gulf Wars.

I learned the Oslo stitxh for naalbinding. It took me forever to figure out and Brent just picked it up like it was nothing. That means that he got to sit there a lot while I asked questions. But now I know how to do it! And I can learn the other stitches. It will be glorious! I can make mittens and enter them in an A&S competition!

The drive to Texas and back was really nice. The weather was good. It did rain on us while we were there, buy not the mess we were all expecting.

Yay camping!
Monday, November 24th, 2014 15:21
I am going to try to get to:


(I am still apparently too brainwrong to reliably book tickets for myself for things I want to go to, let alone other folk, so it'd be lovely to see you but I am not going to cope w organising because brains; sorry!)
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Monday, November 24th, 2014 13:38
I have been saying for some time that I really need to look at voting statistics for my borough in order to determine whether I need to vote for my (mostly competent, keeps trying to pick twitter fights with Julian Huppert) Labour MP Andrew Slaughter in order to avoid a Tory, or whether Andy's sufficiently safe that I can vote LD or Green instead depending on policies and candidates.

As it turns out, there isn't enough record to make a good call because the borough's only bloody existed since like 2010 (in its most recent incarnation; it previously existed 1885-1918 and 1983-1997, but I'm not poking at boundary maps hard enough to work out whether that's meaningful for my purposes). Anyway, it looks like Andy's sufficiently safe that I can vote according to my politics + desire for candidates without risking getting a bloody Conservative in; which means I will wait for Green & LD candidates to be announced and then make my mind up. (For all Andy annoys me he does mostly respond plausibly to letters and I approve of his interactions with the NHS, so.)
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Monday, November 24th, 2014 10:18
1. Yesterday one of my coworkers celebrated her birthday, and as she does every year, she brought metric fucktons of food. I'm talking at least 5 big pots + two vegetable crates of food, for about 10 people. I ate so much I didn't eat anything else for the rest of the day. There were several types of kubbeh (including kubbeh matfuniya), mafroum, homemade couscous, chicken with olives, roasted eggplant with homemade tahini, of course, and just... so much delicious food.

2. In related news, I am trying to get back into cooking. I basically stopped cooking since I lost my apartment in September. First there was the madness of the 3 weeks before my trip, moving out, packing, dealing with everything, then I was abroad for nearly a month, then I came back and have been staying with [personal profile] roga where I... keep feeling unable to cook, for reasons that are silly and I need to get over. The primary thing is that I feel like this is temporary, it's just a place I'm staying in for a little while, so there's no point investing in getting to know the stove, buying supplies for adventurous new stuff I want to try, buying spices and sauces. This is silly because no matter how long it takes me to find a place, whether it's a day or a week or whatever, it's been long enough that I need to start cooking again, and supplies don't cost that much.

The other thing is that, of course, I don't feel comfortable cooking in someone else's space, especially when I'm there temporarily, especially when that someone isn't hugely into cooking, especially when the food I'd be making, due to differences in taste and things like my lactose intolerance, would not be something the other person would likely eat. It just feels... rude and indulgent somehow. But the point where it's winter and I can't cook soup because of the aforementioned reasons, is the point at which I feel like I need to get over it and make it work somehow.

So, I am getting back into cooking, by which I mean slowly expanding my very basic skills. Current challenge: some kind of soup with rice noodles. I don't like tomatoes, can't use dairy and meat is way too much work at this stage, so finding recipes has been a challenge! Currently leaning towards buying a bunch of mushrooms and seeing where that gets me. The main problem here is that I've never made soup and I don't want to use stock (for like a billion irrational reasons) and can't make my own (because that would basically mean making soup to begin with) so either I manage to fight through this or it defeats me and I have to re-examine my views on stock. WISH ME LUCK, GUYS. So far I treat all cooking like salad making, so it's basically like chop up a bunch of stuff, throw it in a container, wait for it to be ready. This does not always work when heat is involved! So, we shall see.

(I think, seeing it all laid out like this, that my biggest unconscious fear has been a completely failed cooking experiment. It's one thing to fail utterly in your own kitchen, but to fail utterly in someone else's, with the dirty dishes and the time you're taking up and the end result being unusable... somehow that just feels wrong. And you can't really try new cooking things unless you're willing to fail miserably, so.)

3. I AM PROBABLY GOING TO AMSTERDAM IN APRIL. No plane tickets yet, so. But if you are in Amsterdam or know a fangirl who is - let us meet up! I'll be traveling with IRL geeky friends, but I'm sure I'll have time for lunch/dinner/whatever with internet people.

4. I continue to be an utter failure as a human being. No apartment, no master's degree, no plans for the future (see previous), no progress on original writing. \\\\o//// HURRAY.

The biggest thing right now that I know I need to dig myself out of is the grad school thing. I'm done with all my classes, either I submit to the PTB and forego a thesis and just do a few more classes next semester, or I press on and do a thesis (which is what I want). To do the latter I need to find an adviser, to find an adviser I need to (1) research all the professors at my faculty + adjacent faculties (after the rejection from the head of my program AHAHAHA I am basically terrified of this the way cats are terrified of water) (2) conduct original research into my proposed area of study to see what other research is already out there (basically, what if anything has been written on the connection between pornography and fan fiction). THIS I am putting off because it's shit tons of work and it makes me nervous and so I ~never have time~.

So, I guess I can say I've made progress because I at least know what I need to do? IDK if I'm setting the bar that low for myself yet? Basically miserable failure of a human being. Bonus: this has become so stressful that it's disrupting my sleep schedule and impacting my self esteem. FUN TIMES.

5. I suppose the one thing I am not currently 100% failing is yuletide. And by that I mean that I actually have an idea for a story! All thanks to [personal profile] roga, without whom I'd still be ripping my hair out. If I can get over my general anxiety of I am a failure in all things long enough to spend an hour or so writing, I might even bang out something like a first draft.
Sunday, November 23rd, 2014 23:16
1. New Simpsons, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, and Bob's Burgers tonight! :D (All my favorite shows are on the same day now...)

2. Found out I have Thanksgiving day off for sure. (And it's paid, yay.) We're going to have dinner here and Alexander is coming over.

3. We're going to see Big Hero 6 tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it!
Sunday, November 23rd, 2014 22:35
I managed to crunch through the last of the month's transcription on Friday.

Purple brought the disc. Now I have to figure out time to watch it. Lunch was pleasant. The three-hole punches have been secured.

As it got later into the evening, I pinged Purple to see if he had dinner plans. They were vague. After they firmed up, he asked me if I was in. I was. So I finished the transcription and started tidying my to-do list and tallying up my hours. Then I brushed my hair (which I'd left loose, since it was Friday) and put on lipstick.

Parking in downtown Mountain View was a subbasement of hell. Having gone all the way through one garage and come out the other end unparked, I saw Purple crossing the street. He waved me off the second garage; I obediently turned and sought street parking. Which I found, at length. Then I hiked in the direction of the pizza place.

I arrived to find Purple chatting happily with Mr. Zune and girlfriend; Ms. Antisocialest was there but hadn't been properly introduced. Mr. Zune and his girlfriend headed on their way, and the rest of us waited for a table. I was happy that I'd swapped my cardigan for the jacket. (And Purple still looked really good in his.) We were seated outdoors. Somehow I got to contemplating how to make siege weaponry from common tabletop items, just around the time when the very elastic mozzarella flung a tomato at Ms. Antisocialest.

lb does not like this pizza place, as he is from Chicago and has some very specific ideas about how deep-dish should be done. Pizza is a religious issue. I am a polytheist.

Punkin Chunkin -> I am not allowed to blow pumpkins at Purple either.

Dinner rule: he who grabs the whole tab gets to take home the last two pieces of pizza. Purple claimed the leftovers.

As we were saying goodnight, Ms. Antisocialest said "See you next time", which made me simultaneously happy and awkward.

Purple walked me back to my car. It was a lovely night, and wasn't dripping. We chatted for a bit. I had inadvertently parked on The Other Guy's street, just a few houses down. If I get finished with Catching Fire, Purple miiiight be up for a movie excursion, though his plans are essentially becoming one with his couch. The vacation has been a long time coming for the amount of work he's been doing. (And with my approval or without, Purple is very warm. This has my approval anyway.)


Saturday, I mostly slept, although I did venture forth for groceries.
Sunday, there was some writing.

I called Darkside, yay! His parents are in town for Thanksgiving. The rate his parents are zooming through things on Netflix is going to inevitably result in a close encounter with the bandwidth cap. The Evil Dead musical is coming through Phoenix in a while. Before we said goodnight, he had one quick thing to ask me: did I listen to podcasts at all? Had I heard of Welcome to Night Vale?

"... I recommended that one to you."

So he had, in fact, fallen in love instantly. And he works with a certain number of WtNV fans, including one shift lead who was wearing a NVCR Intern shirt. :D
Sunday, November 23rd, 2014 21:03
reality whiplash:

going from bedside of ER to a high society function within 24 hours.
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Sunday, November 23rd, 2014 21:45
post-tags: instagram, crosspost Tail end of the sunset over Spy Pond. Almost home.
Sunday, November 23rd, 2014 21:23
post-tags: instagram, crosspost Sunset over Peeper's Pond.
Sunday, November 23rd, 2014 09:07
They've developed a blight-resistant American Chestnut tree! That link goes to a fundraising page -- the team behind it, at SUNY-ESF, is trying to start a reforestation plan. Contributions are tax-deductable, and they're so close to being funded.
Sunday, November 23rd, 2014 04:39
I'm trying to be more diligent about reposting these regularly, really I am.

Behind the cut: reviews of Old Demons of the First Class, Dwarf, The Lion, Rage, Half-Elf, Morocco, Lear, Blood, Sjöfn, Haunted, Good, Elf, Mr Vandemar, Black Lotus, Coyote

15 reviews )
Saturday, November 22nd, 2014 18:03
I am really enjoyin' the album Pretty In Scarlett by Murder Ballads. Featuring some folk songs, some prog-rock, and The Ballad of Captain America's Disapproving Face.

I reckon [profile] kabarett ought to check it out. Possibly also the rest of you.
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Saturday, November 22nd, 2014 12:29
This week:
  • Arranged flights.
  • Wrangled the first bit of travel insurance. (Still to do: pay extra premium for having mildly faulty lungs.)
  • Applied for accommodation, got three offers, accepted one. (Chose the option that was neither eye-wateringly expensive, nor due to be demolished halfway through my trip. Think I made the right choice.)
  • Set up a GoFundMe to try and help fix the shortfall between my grant and necessary expenditure. If you like postcards and/or videos, and have some cash to spare, there are 'rewards' relevant to your interests :D
  • Started figuring out things I need to buy before I leave. (Please feel free to add suggestions in the comments.)

Plus 18 hours of lectures and homework, and 14hrs on my assignment. Word count around a third of what I was hoping it would be by now. This may be a long weekend.
Saturday, November 22nd, 2014 11:23
Courtesy of [personal profile] gingerschnapps, it's the [mental health] Downswing Party!

Bring your mood disorder, anxiety or other mental health issue! Commiserate! Hang out!

Important note: if you're worrying that you're not doing badly enough to qualify, you are welcome too!
Saturday, November 22nd, 2014 04:11
...at timing schedule for thanksgiving. A surprising amount of blank space! That's with 10 min slots. Next step: shopping list.

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Saturday, November 22nd, 2014 00:24
1. Tomorrow and Sunday are my late days and then Monday I have off, so I get to sleep in three days in a row!

2. Looks like there's a cold going around my work as we've had a few people call in sick this week. (I really hope I don't get it, since I just had a cold like a month ago!) But thankfully even though we were short a cashier today, we had someone scheduled as a stocker who could also use the register, so she was able to take over and I didn't have to be at the register and could actually get stuff done.

3. I've been playing a lot of video games lately. In addition to the new Mario Kart levels, I've also been playing the remake of DuckTales on the Wii U and Link's Awakening and Professor Layton and the Diabolical Box on the 3DS. They're all a lot of fun! (I'm getting close to the end on both DuckTales and Link's Awakening, though.)
Friday, November 21st, 2014 20:00
Food geeking ahead; feel free to skip. )
Friday, November 21st, 2014 22:00
Neuro appt today yielded a new preventative med, a new PRN med, and an MRI
at 7am tomorrow. My neuro agrees that it is more likely that there are 1-2
underlying conditions which account for all of the issues. It is easier to
treat one or two conditions instead of trying to balance 8-10 piecemeal
diagnosed conditions.

Wish me luck.

--Kat
Friday, November 21st, 2014 22:49

Aaaa, this blast from the past rolled around on my partner's spotify tonight. So much power pop goodness...I have ~feels~ about this song. ^_^;

Also notable: apparently Weezer did a cover of this song for the movie Cars 2. It's pretty good! They didn't stray very far from the original. =)