Thought for the Day

Apr. 28th, 2017 02:54 pm
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The woman was shot once in the thigh with a small entry wound but no exit wound—a stray bullet that struck her while she was walking down the street. In the trauma bay, the surgeons taped a paper clip over the entry wound so they could identify that spot on the X-ray. Goldberg wheeled the monitor over to show me the X-ray image: paper clip and bullet. “Very small,” she said, pointing to the slug, “like a .22.” As so many other patients do, the patient asked the trauma surgeons if they were going to take the bullet out, and the surgeons explained that they fix what the bullet injures, they don’t fix the bullet.

They left the wound open to prevent infection and put a dressing on it. “We’ll probably send her home tonight,” Goldberg said. “Isn’t that awful?”

She meant it as a strictly human thing. There’s no medical reason for a patient to be in a hospital longer than necessary. The point was the ridiculousness of the situation. A woman gets shot through no fault of her own, she comes to the hospital scared, and if she’s OK, Goldberg says, “It’s like, here, take a little Band-Aid.” The woman goes home, and for everyone else in the city, it’s as though the shooting never happened. It changes no policy. It motivates no law. In a perverse way, the more efficiently Goldberg does her job inside the hospital, the more invisible gun violence becomes everywhere else.

— Jason Fagone, “What Bullets Do to Bodies”

Mirrored from Under the Beret.

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How eBooks lost their shine: 'Kindles now look clunky and unhip'.

Which sounds to me a statement about 'at first it looked cool and cutting edge to have an e-reader, now everybody has one, meh'.

I.e. it's all about the lifestyle statements, which certainly seems to me to emerge like a miasma from all the to-do about books as lovely artefacts and saying something about the person:

#bookstagram, a celebration of the aesthetics of books, where books are the supermodels and where readers and non-readers can see cats and dogs reading books, books photographed in landscapes, books posed with croissants, sprays of flowers, homeware, gravestones and cups of coffee, colour-matched and colour-clashed with outfits, shoes, biscuits and in what can only be described as book fashion shoots. You just can’t do a shelfie with an e-reader.

No, but you can sit down and bloody read the thing, rather than poncing about making design statements.

We are in the same territory, I fear, as those interior designers who consider books as quirky objects and do not see shelves as things which should contain as many books as possible, fie upon your sea-shells and plants and framed photos taking up space.

Why mainstream publishers may be feeling the pinch on ebooks might possibly be because they price them like hardbacks rather than paperbacks. Okay, there are some authors whose latest work I would buy at that price, because I would buy them in hardback when they came out, and I am trying to reduce the number of books that come into the house.

(Stop laughing.)

And somebody please pass a) a sickbag and then b) a large codfish:

Once upon a time, people bought books because they liked reading. Now they buy books because they like books. “All these people are really thinking about how the books are – not just what’s in them, but what they’re like as objects,” says Jennifer Cownie, who runs the beautiful Bookifer website and the Cownifer Instagram, which match books to decorative papers, and who bought a Kindle but hated it. Summerhayes thinks that “people have books in their house as pieces of art”. One of her authors’ forthcoming works features cover art by someone who designs album covers for Elbow.

One is reminded of those arrivistes who bought tastefully bound volumes by the yard to fill up the shelves in the library in the stately mansion they had bought (or had built). NQOSD.

School accessibility

Apr. 28th, 2017 11:23 am
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To get in and out of the high school yesterday there was a locked door, a locked elevator, then another locked elevator, then a locked door leading to a ramp to a gate with a locked padlock.

There was one security guard from the district to run around doing the unlocking and he was mostly wrong about everything (I don't think he works specifically at that school.)

I wrote to ask how they normally handle access (cc-ing the district accessibility coordinator) And got the answer that during the school day they have someone stationed on each floor by the elevator. (I can't picture that is really true... maybe between classes though.)

And, apparently there was a buzzer and intercom but we missed seeing it. (Or, I missed it anyway)

Steeling myself for it just always being awkward. At least elevator wasn't also the mop closet!

Have Room, Seeking Roommates

Apr. 28th, 2017 02:03 pm
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(cross-posted from wiscon-talk Google group)

Hi all,

I've booked a room with two double beds for WisCon 41, and so far there are just two of us in it. I'd love to find more roommates!

About me: I'm a 36yo non-binary femme (they/them/theirs). This is my first WisCon, and I'm travelling solo. I'm allergic to smoke and critters with fur (so I come from a pet-free home); I do best in no/low-scent environments.

About the room: This is a Concourse-level quad room. It's costing me about $166 per night including taxes/fees, which I plan to split evenly among as many of us use it each night. I have the room Thursday evening through Tuesday morning (and so far there are two of us in it Thurs-Sun nights).

Quiet hours: Because of my chronic illness, I need to get a lot of sleep -- which means I'm looking at going to bed around 11:30pm or so each night and sleeping until 9 or 10 am. I wear earplugs and a mask, so lights on / people using phones/laptops / whispered conversations are fine, but loud conversations or having folks over for get-togethers are a no-go.

If you're interested in becoming a roommate or have questions, feel free to write me at this email address.

Best,
Kit
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Posted by Kip Manley

Before we decided film should tell stories, we were content with the Lumière brothers’ slices-of-life and Méliès’ magic tricks, with workers leaving factories and trains arriving at stations, with the miracle that pictures were moving at all. And a young film viewer’s ontogeny recapitulates film-historical philogeny. Young children are at a protocinematic stage of development: they enjoy picture books and nonsense nursery rhymes, improvisational dance, scribbling with crayons, and other repetitive, relatively drama-free, narrative-free, content-free entertainments. They are attracted to cinema for its motion and its color and, for lack of a better word, its “magic.” Uncorrupted by exposure to more sophisticated entertainments, they ask no more of motion pictures than that they be what they are: motion-pictures.

As cinema grew up and learned to talk in the 1930s, it developed more rules and conventions. And as children grow, they learn how a movie is “supposed” to go; they internalize the beats of the structure. Most people spend the rest of their lives watching a type of film they were taught to enjoy in their childhood. Those who venture into the world of international film, art film, and counter-cinema may find that it’s not just about developing a taste for the slow or unusual, or getting out ahead of our desire for traditional narrative—it’s about getting back to our cinematic state of nature. Perhaps our mistake is in wanting to use films, to have them cater to us and keep us from boredom, rather than to see them, love them, and respect them as the free, precious, ephemeral things that they are.

Lauren Wilford

Far-Flung Beagle

Apr. 28th, 2017 07:42 am
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I may have mentioned that Becca, the daughter formerly known as Avocado, decided to take this semester off and go traveling, mostly because she felt like if she didn't scratch the Gotta Get Up and Go itch soon she'd explode and never finish her degree.

So Monday night she flew off for 3 1/2 months, after having worked since Christmas to get the money for this expotition. She has a 2-month Eurail Pass, a booking on the train from London to Paris in a week or so, a friend to crash with in Paris, and plans plans plans. Otherwise the trip is unstructured. She is, in fact, doing exactly what I did at her age--wandering in other countries. But I never got photographed for a website that celebrates "street fashion" (honest to God. Kid could make friends and influence people at the bottom of a well).

And through the miracle of cellular technology we are getting even more texts from her than when she was sitting upstairs in her bedroom.
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Posted by Helen Philpot

  FROM HELEN:

Margaret, I am sorry I haven’t written more, but honestly, honey, I am just too tired.  Sadly, it has nothing to do with my age and everything to do with my home.  Don’t get me wrong, I love my home.  Unfortunately, my home is located in Texas, and in this state, we liberals are all tired.

The rest of the country woke up last November and said, “Oh Shit.  What just happened to this country?”.   But all of us in Texas woke up and said, “Oh Shit.  The rest of the country just became Texas.”

We’ve been dealing with race baiting, misogynistic, religious nut-jobs for decades.   For us, the craziness started when George W. Bush became Governor in 1995.  Now just imagine how tired you would be if the government had been trying to grab your pussy for 22 years.  Even my husband gave up sooner than that, God rest his soul.

Yes, Texas has a long history of electing morons and, somehow, we’ve survived.  But I warn the rest of you, if you think Texas is the benchmark you might want to consider these recent headlines:

Texas Industrial Plants Spewing Pollutants Illegally

Abandoned Texas oil wells seen as “ticking time bombs” of contamination

Environmentalists Ask EPA to Strip Texas’ Regulatory Authority

In Washington, Texans Continue to Question Ozone Science

Texas Governor Abbott Signs Bill to Limit Pollution Lawsuits

Abstinence-Only Texas High School Hit By Chlamydia Outbreak

Texas School District Sex Education Compares Non-Virgins To Chewed Gum

Texas Governor Rick Perry Struggles To Answer Question About Sex Ed: ‘Abstinence Works’

Texas Governor Tweets Marriage Was Defined by God

Texas places 43rd among states in national education ranking

Texas has the highest rate of repeat teen pregnancy in the nation

Texas has highest maternal mortality rate in developed world, study finds

Now any of those are reason enough for most Texans to not want to get out of bed, but that last one is particularly alarming.   When Texas moved to defund Planned Parenthood our maternal mortality rate doubled.  Doubled. Texas politicians are literally killing women.   And you might not have heard this expression before, but it is becoming agonizingly clear – As Texas goes, so goes the nation.

Our President admitted on camera to molesting and assaulting women.  That alone should have disqualified him to be anything in politics.   But what I fear now is that his politics won’t just assault women, it will kill women.  And for those of you hanging on to the hope that Ivanka is going make it all better, I offer you this headline:

President Trump signed legislation Thursday allowing states to withhold federal family planning funds from Planned Parenthood

The election of Donald Trump was alarming to the majority of voters because the majority of voters did not vote for him.  And those that did, usually defended their vote by saying, “I like him because he speaks his mind.”   Well I say, if your mind is full of shit, speaking your mind is akin to farting in public.  And if you think I am wrong, then smell these quotes from The Donald himself:

  • Donald Trump at the third presidential debate: “Nobody respects women more than me.” Three minutes later: “Such a nasty woman.” (October 19, 2016)
  • “I sorta get away with things like that.” —Donald Trump, on bursting into Miss Universe pageant dressing rooms
  • “Believe me, she would not be my first choice, that I can tell you.” –Donald Trump, mocking the women who alleged he sexually assaulted them, suggesting his accusers weren’t attractive enough to earn his attention. (October 14, 2016)
  • “You know I’m automatically attracted to beautiful — I just start kissing them. It’s like a magnet. Just kiss. I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab them by the pussy. You can do anything.” –Donald Trump in a 2005 interview with Access Hollywood’s Billy Bush

There was a time when Texas got it right.   We ushered in the great Ann Richards as Governor when her Republican opponent, Clayton Williams, joked, “Rape is kinda like the weather. If it’s inevitable, relax and enjoy it.”

If only jokes about assaulting women were still reason enough to lose an election…

I watch the news everyday waiting for a reporter to ask Sean Spicer if being President means  Trump has been able to grab even more pussy.  It hasn’t happened, but an old gal can dream.

Both Texas and the U.S. used to be great.  In a few years, maybe we can elect someone who can make them great again.  I mean it.  Really.

  FROM MARGARET

Cheer up, dear.  Our favorite new movie Silver Skies is out.   And knowing that you live there, I have no doubt Texas will be great again.  You are not too much older than The Donald.  Run for office.  I’d vote for you.


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Apr. 28th, 2017 07:06 am
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Someone is vigorously bathing in my lap to make sure she looks lovely for her new human. :)

furiously grooming!

Barring disaster, we'll be transporting her in two weeks! And then she can get as much petting as she wants:

Thea getting lap scritches
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... it being the UK release of Guardians of the Galaxy 2.

Exhibit A: Nazi Captain America holding Thor's hammer, with an associated discussion of symbology, senior Marvel staff donations to the 45th US President's campaign, etc

Exhibit B: Marvel asking comic stores to change their logos to Hydra symbols and staff to wear Hydra t-shirts.


Like. Especially maybe don't give them opening-weekend money for this shit, please?
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World Ain't Ready (185796 words) by idiopathicsmile - Les Misérables - All Media Types - Enjolras/Grantaire, background Courfeyrac/Jean Prouvaire

Do you ever read a fic and it's just so right and true and real that it just burrows into your heart and makes a home there because it's everything you always wanted, but never knew you needed? Yeah, this fic is like that for me.

It's a fake-dating, high school AU and I'll be honest, neither of those are things are go-to fic tropes for me. And yet, I spent all day today, in between some really, spectacularly unpleasant stuff that I can't talk about, just soaking in this fic. Basking in it and everything it represents.

It's about queerness and community and finding trust, when trust seems impossible. And it's about being seventeen and queer in a conservative town, with fucked up brain-chemistry and crippling self-doubt and overwhelming expectations and basically, what it was like to be ME. This fic was like looking into a mirror.

Only this mirror-me got the things I desperately needed and I'm not sure could ever have had. Because I went to high school in the mid-90s and although a remarkable number of my high school friends have since come out, we never -- could never -- talk about it at the time. I didn't even have the language or self-awareness to talk about this shit. Not about being queer. Not about my fucked up brain chemistry. Not about the crippling fear that I was smart, but not smart enough. (If I could have talked about the second one, the third one might not have come back to bite me in the ass so much in university).

So, yeah, this fic is going to stick with me for a long fucking time, in the way that all the best fiction does. It's one of the most honest stories I've read in a long, long time.

Ski Day Two: Aprilary

Apr. 27th, 2017 09:11 pm
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Our second ski day was more like the depths of winter than the end of April…unless you’re on Mt. Hood. The weather system that Cliff Mass calls “Darth Vapor” is dumping snow on the Mountain, fine, wet powdery stuff…and I got a reminder that Timberline Road in some ways is a tougher drive than crossing the Blue Mountains via Tollgate.

The official snow count this morning was 199 inches at the lodge. I’m willing to bet it had gone over 200 by the time we got our skis on and got out there. It continued to snow, a wet powder that formed rime ice on our ski pants and parkas along with a mild wind. We went back up to Stormin Norman simply because given our level of conditioning, it’s the easiest run to do with blowing and drifting snow. My knees were fussing at me first thing this morning so I didn’t want to push it.

Not sleeping well last night didn’t help, either. I started with fatigue and it didn’t help things. My first run down, I bobbled a couple of times but didn’t tweak anything and stayed upright. The second run was better, and the third run was when I started to feel the flow coming. But then the fourth run was just not quite right, so I didn’t find the flow. The wind was also such that above the trees it was occasionally hard to see where the snow ended and the air began. When we headed back to the lodge, I encountered a few surprise drops, and had to stop in one place to figure out where to go.

On the other hand, my feet didn’t cramp up in the boots today. That’s a big plus. I’m getting them back into shape.

There was a big living quarters horse trailer in the parking lot. Obviously there weren’t any horses in it–I had to wonder if it was hauling equipment while the owners were staying overnight in the living quarters, or maybe that was the only trailer they had.

We saw some very happy snow doggies in the parking lot, romping in the snow. On Tuesday we saw one dog who was ecstatically rolling in the snow–nothing like that today, but nonetheless there were happy snow doggies around.

No spectral whooshes from the ravens today, though they were scouting the parking lot for any food scraps.

By the time we left, a little six-inch drift was forming by the rear driver’s side wheel. Driving down Timberline Road had some interesting moments with slush and ice.

But we’ve survived another ski day, and I’m beginning to trust my legs and feet again. One thing I am noticing is that my hips are stronger than they were before. It’s easier for me to stand up and get out of the chair. I can thank those long rides on Mocha for that, I think.

Now I just have to be in better shape….

Mirrored from Peak Amygdala.

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Apr. 27th, 2017 10:54 pm
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Joe and I did not realize that the anime Fate/Zero was a prequel to Fate/stay night, thus leading to a brief WTF??? when we hit the ending of the former. Can anyone who's familiar with both tell us without being too spoilery, in general terms, whether Fate/stay night is as, um, traumatic and Nightmare Fuel-laden as Fate/Zero?

P.S. We also did not realize it was an Urobutcher show when we completely randomly picked it to watch. HA HA HA HA HA the more fool us.

hither and yon

Apr. 27th, 2017 10:02 pm
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New Orleans takes down Confederate monuments; Alabama refuses to.

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.

Image test: Richie Brace

Apr. 27th, 2017 06:07 pm
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Richie Brace

I'm not sure if this will work. This is a Richie Brace, just like the one I got today. It's a custom orthopedic ankle brace which, the technician told me, was invented for my problem. My problem has a long name with initials - PTT - maybe post-tibial tendonitis or something like that. It's basically what happens when you get old and have had no arch in your foot and weak ankles all your life. The ankle bones are misaligned and instead of your leg to foot being perpendicular, you wind up at a bit of slant, which makes walking painful, difficult, and very tiring.

I had instant relief. The test will be when I go back to work on Monday and work a 12-hour shift in a factory with cement under the linoleum (heavy equipment - it's a wafer fabrication plant; we make magnetic heads for disc drives for computers).
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Posted by Fred Clark

Rayford Steele gets a thrill from the idea that he is living in “the most cataclysmic period in the history of the world.” That thrill — which plays a big role in the allure of Rapture-mania Christianity — comes from the idea that this makes him special, that it makes his life more meaningful than it might otherwise seem. That attitude only makes sense from an extremely self-centered perspective: Sure, the apocalypse means widespread suffering and death, but it makes MY life more significant, so on balance that’s a plus.

Requiescat in Pace

Apr. 27th, 2017 03:48 pm
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