Plus it turned out to be a gaming night, so... Well, stuff. No walking today, either. Oh, well.
I did all my walking last night. I wanted to finish up my Activity ring before midnight, and then it ticked to midnight and I was walking anyway so I did the 30 minutes of Exercise ring.
I need an Editing ring. >_>
I need SLEEP. Or, rather, I need the sleep to work.
Went looking for a photograph and found the stash of the various pin-up pose stuff I sent to spouse when we were courting.
...okay, I was kinda hot as a teenager.
Oh, I did finally get to do the Featured Episode in STO, and methinks they scripted some stuff Rather Pointedly. HEH.
It had been, frankly, an even more terrible day than ArchMage Khadgar had expected.
( INwatch+Bookwatch )
( Dragons under fold )
DNA analysis of horse sacrifices from Scythian burial mounds proves that in addition to being serious riders, archers, metalworkers and tattoo artists, the Scythians were serious horse breeders. "Many, although not all, of the horses possessed genes associated with racing speed that are found in today's thoroughbreds. The genes also showed a variety of colorings—cream, black, spotted, bay and chestnut." It is notable that the Scythian horses were not at all inbred; somehow despite reading an inordinate amount of Marguerite Henry as a child, I had missed the degree to which modern horses are. I look forward to the follow-up paper on genetic diversity.
DNA analysis of bone and teeth fragments from the disastrous Franklin expedition suggests that some of the crew of HMS Erebus and HMS Terror were genetically female, "which is surprising since the crew was reported as all male." They might still have been, of course, however they were assigned at birth. Or they might not. Either way, I wish I knew those stories. With any luck, someone will work to write them.
So, yeah. Science.
I spent most of the afternoon cleaning the apartment, in which endeavor I was joined by Rob. For one brief shining moment, not everything is covered in cat hair. (Hestia and Autolycus are already doing their best to reassert the status quo.) We got out of the house in the evening, walked to Davis, had dinner at Punjabi Grill, ran errands, walked circuitously home. I ate ice cream. I am thinking of watching a movie. The fact that I am not already collapsed and/or asleep suggests I might be getting better. Fingers crossed!
This is a totally fucked up, regressive ruling, and I hope it gets kicked to the curb somehow fast.
Florida continues to try to keep people from voting.
We could learn a lot from Jane Addams.
Why poverty is like a disease: it gets into people's heads and bodies and makes changes.
How Trump gave up on the Wall. And thoughts on his unintelligible presidency.
Did humans arrive on this continent 100,000 years earlier than expected? Well, whythehell not? Trump wasn't here to keep them out then. I see no reason not to think it. There's a book I read a few years ago, 'Bones', (don't recall the author) about outliers in anthropology that didn't fit the current theories -- like the idea (supported by indigenous stories throughout Central and South America) that when it got cold up here with glaciers, people moved south and lived there for a while, and then came back.
Missouri has a stupid new law: kids in grade school who fight could end up in jail with a felony.
See that bus coming? Looks like Paul Ryan will be under it.
Johnny Depp. Captain Jack Sparrow visits the Disneyland Pirates of the Caribbean ride. In character.
I absolutely adore the Irish Pagan Federation. Long may they reign. Long may they honor the gods.
Anyway, it was more or less a straight up political thriller, which I always enjoy, involving Smart Girls and Team Work and Secret Societies and literal gender politics, all of which I basically live for.
There was also a possibly triggering depiction of mental health. Basically, the MC's family gaslight her for, like, international security or whatever, and so she has all of these terrible reactions to her therapist and her meds. Which I gather was problematic for some, but as a person with experience being gaslit(?) by a relative, I have to say: the MC's anger and betrayal and RIGHTEOUS FURY was kind of cathartic. I liked that Carter didn't shy away from the damage that was done.
ALL OF WHICH TO SAY I can't wait for the third book to come out in paperback so I can GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS.
It didn't hurt :-)
Until somewhere in the cooldown stretches when it hurt all the way from the top of my hip on down, which was nasty, and I swore a bit out loud in class, which obviously one tries not to do.
It's weird though, everything is fine until it isn't, and it's hard to figure when it isn't, except getting in and out of the car. Maybe my sitting down hurts. boo.
But the shopping worked good and I have four movies because they were a fiver each and most of them said Classic. So they probably won't be very good by current standards but I've heard of them whenever other things copy them, so they'll be interesting.
now I'm going to eat real food with vegetables, because I rather forgot all day.
You know, I've been going back and forth on how bad I feel about the way we got Finn. Right now I'm firmly back on the "not bad at all" side, because apparently the kids told her that he got out while they were bringing in groceries, and instead of catching him or chasing him (and as an older dog, he just doesn't move that fast, even when people do bother to trim his toenails so they aren't digging into his feet!) they decided to finish with the groceries first. This task must've taken quite a while, because it was a good 45 minutes between Finn arriving at our door and them arriving at our door to ask if we'd seen him.
Honestly, it seems this is the bare minimum of responsible dog ownership. Just a day or two ago, I caught somebody's dog for them. The dog bounded into my arms, and I held her still as the owner trotted up. That woman had chased after her dog for three blocks! But they couldn't bother to get their not-very-fast dog before they brought in the potatoes? Potatoes don't go anywhere!
Finn, thus far, has proven himself quite enthusiastic about plain boiled potatoes, tomatoes (only in tiny quantities, which means I now have to hide my tomatoes away), green beans, and sweet potato. Moonpie is enthusiastic about... dog treats. Sometimes. Well, there's no accounting for taste!
We want to get Finn fattened up so he can have his surgery, so anything healthy that he's eager to eat, we're happy to give him.
More coltsfoot scattered, forsythia now blooming outside of town. Trees are taking shape from flower and leaf buds, and I see (or wish to see) a faint haze of green on the tamaracks. First actual skunk cabbage leaves. Maybe spring isn't a fraud.
Temperature rose, roads dried off to a minimum degree of dry, got out on the bike. Maybe chipmunk roadkill, but I didn't spot it fast enough for clear ID.
15.28 miles, 1:16:35
As for what I'm doing: Tuesday and Thursday morning I attend a Greek course at Athens centre. They call it a newspaper class, but really it's a conversation course. We're five students and one teacher and we talk a lot. Today we read an article on Easter traditions, and discussed various traditions and other things along the way. I think it's rather fun. Besides me, there are a Finnish lady, a Chilean man who's a monk, an American woman some ten years my junior, there are also two people who have Greek as an heritage language, one British/Cypriot lady who is rather quiet, but also almost fluent, and one Greek-American lady who is kind of stereotypical Greek-American; rather like in My big, fat, Greek wedding; loud, and also very pink. All her accessories, from earrings to pens are pink. I'm trying, or at least pretending to try, to reserve judgement on her, but I'm not very good at it.
Aside from that, I've not been a diligent scholar. I've got a desk at the reading room at the Nordic Library here, but haven't been there much. Monday I slept, did some shopping and some administrative stuff, Wednesday I also slept late since I went to the opera (Macbeth, pretty good, although the scenography was a bit excessive for my tastes) and didn't come home until 2am, and today I got a message from my cousin asking if I really was in Athens, since she just arrived here from Santorini, and should we meet up?
So that's what I've been doing. Now I'm drinking coffee at a cafe in Thissio. I'd planned to read some articles, but I'd forgotten to download them to my tablet. But tomorrow!
Doesn't mean I won't be doing that in a couple of weeks or so. I'm giving notice now that I expect to be more than a bit bitchy toward the end of June. But that's a while away. And it might not be as bad as last year, when I had no notion what to expect.
Still waking up absurdly early -- I haven't been awake that far before dawn since elementary school days, when I had to be outside, fed and washed and clothed and waiting for the school bus before 7:30, or when I did factory work and had to get up at 4:30 to drive 20 miles to do a 9-hour shift, get home and fall in bed exhausted at 7:30 p. m. Still, waking up before the birds is weird. I am used to them waking me; I listen for them, for which ones are calling when. Can't identify them all, but some are familiar. Wake up early enough, and the Beltway is nearly silent -- which really only happens during snowstorms or ice storms. Who knew it happened at 2 a.m. also? No trucks cranking their gearshifts and brakes on the turns, grinding gears so the sound bounces off the barriers and over the top.
The first was the little one, above. Six by six inches, oil on paper; it was a classroom demo that took on its own life. I liked it well enough to want to do a larger painting based on it, so ...
Here's the second, 11 x 14" oil on canvas.
Both are going into an art event this weekend and I think the small one may already have a buyer. It's a little odd sometimes to sell new pieces so quickly; it's wonderful and I will not turn down the opportunity, but some of them I wish I got to spend just a little more time with. If the big one goes this weekend I will miss it for a while.
Discover that the hold on the check I deposited to cover taxes doesn't expire untul midnight tonight.
Go to town office, explain problem.
Succeed in getting a day's grace.
Go home, make coffee. Drink same.
This whole enterprise has been full of stumbling-blocks at every step. Will be very glad when it's done and I can resume merely normal worrying and fretting, as opposed to potentially apocalyptic worry and fret.
And dammit, my sprained wrist hurts,
10 wild true tales from Studio 54.
Managing editor at a clickbait factory -- how your internet gets filled with those stories.
And Ajit Pai on why he's trying to change the way the FCC regulates the net.
The significance of what's really going on when Ivanka fakes Adrienne Vittadini labels on her clothes -- Vittadini was a Cold War Hungarian refugee, among other things. Just the kind of person Trump wants not to come here.
A museum for failures -- to encourage people to try things and fail more. And why not? That's how we learn stuff.
Fox News should learn to fail less. Now they're facing a racial discrimination lawsuit, along with their sexual lawsuit troubles. Old journalism truism: the news organization should not be in the news.
This is what it is to live in third-world Flint, Michigan, now. Post-industrial doesn't even start to describe it.
Advice to young women from women who are entrepreneurs. Not fond of the original title of this --'female entrepreneurs' sounds like someone trying to do drag for money.
Scientists have found a worm that eats plastic.
Trump family values.
At Yale, psychiatritist cite their duty to warn about an unfit president -- discarding the long-held precept of not analyzing people they haven't met in person because he's there, all the time, in the news, lying his head off.
Social media trying to prevent suicide.
"I was tired of conversations about race being framed in black and white, so I started my own conversation."
If you stop thinking you have the answers already, your questions are more powerful.
Dispatches from suburbia -- the important thing is that you're not white. This is where I live. And while not arguing with this viewpoint, I need to mention that being caucasian in this county is being a minority. The small cities here -- Wheaton and Silver Spring near me, for instance -- are vibrantly and wildly diverse, in terms of people from many nations and cultures. Yes, this needs to be represented more in local organizations -- but that's up to the people themselves, to support or create new ones that include Hispanic/Central American/South American, Asian, Jewish (largest Conservative community outside NYC), African, black and European-ancestry people. We all live here, on the same streets. This is the world in my neighborhood.
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