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Vacation over [Jul. 5th, 2009|03:16 pm]

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I decided to have a bed-in, but I forgot to invite anybody...
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[link] @pzskc383 but then again, who does? [Jul. 5th, 2009|10:02 am]
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http://twitter.com/technocoreai/statuses/2484225108

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Side note to the world at large [Jul. 5th, 2009|11:57 am]

passionandsoul
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The Men's Final [Jul. 5th, 2009|07:26 pm]

poliphilo
It was gruelling, and not particularly pretty- like two blokes in a John Ford movie trying to punch one another's lights out. It's always a littlle dull when games keep going with serve. At times I thought Roddick was going to win. He certainly put the work in. Federer, by contrast, hardly seemed to break sweat. In the end it came down to stamina and self belief. They were both tired, but Federer lasted longer. And maybe it's the case that sheer class will always win out over heart.  Roddick has played wonderfully this tournament. After the match he paid tribute to the former champions sitting in the Royal Box- Borg, Laver, Santana, Sampras- and said he hoped he might one day have his name join theirs on the board. If he goes on playing the way he has played this week- against Hewitt, Murray, Federer- I don't see why that shouldn't happen.
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Walking [Jul. 5th, 2009|11:33 am]

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I've walked 10 miles in the past three days.

I am proud of myself.
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The 4th of July, McMurdo style [Jul. 6th, 2009|06:22 am]

mananath
If Mid-Winters Day is the biggest celebration on the continent, 4th of July is, by far, the biggest celebration at McMurdo Station. Which kinda makes sense. I don't expect, however friendly we might be, the kiwis over at Scott Base to be donning the old Red, White and Blue and running around with a wild glee in their eye wishing they had some M-80s. It just wouldn't happen. For obvious reasons.

But I dwell in irrelevancies.

This past Friday, July 3rd, we celebrated the 4th of July at McMurdo station. Even though I didn't stand at the edge of the east river watching Macy's do battle in the sky or observe some b-level celebrity host the lastest crop of idol's singing patriotic ditties it was pretty memorable, if not my most memorable 4th (3rd) yet.

It was held up at the heavy shop and hosted by the mechanics. This is my work center and for the past couple of days I watched the event come together. I watched 11 or so guys spend 2 days deep cleaning the shop, turning a floor blackened by grease, oil and Antarctica dust back to the whitish color that the first mechanics down here once worked upon. In the hours that preceded the event I witnessed tables and chairs brought up out of storage, an ad hoc stage get assembled and slowly but surely the framework of what would become the booths come together. For it was the booths that made the event.

Tradition, and what would winter at McM be if not steeped in tradition, holds that this event has a carnival flair to it, a smattering of games of chance to remind us all of the fairs going on at homes, the carnival barkers, the bunting and the warm glow of fireworks against a blackening sky. These are all run by volunteers in the community. There are no "required" booths (but there are many old favorites) and anyone who wants to set one up is limited only by their imagination and the supplies that are lying around on station.


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( Some, come with me below the cut and see a little bit of what went on... )
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Raucousness in our yard! [Jul. 4th, 2009|09:55 pm]

badgerbag
Drove Zond-7 to Milbrae, came home and cleaned up a little and so on. Hung out with Moomin taking photos of spiderwebs and bees.

Bees and BBQ

I was feeling sad and tired but then perked up for our party. Rook's classmates are super nice and fun and I like to be a party host. so that was awesome. We did bbq chicken and sat in the yard, which wasn't too hot but instead was stunningly perfect weather suddenly at 5pm when they started to show up! People in their 20s! a bunch of them ! Lively! I am old... They have all just moved here from other places into dorms and student housing at Staffnord and over the course of the party all sidled up to me to say how nice it was to be in an actual home. I felt the full force of girlycon-esque feelings wash over me. They have now all gone off with Rook (taking Moomin, appallingly past his bedtime) to see fireworks. I love fireworks passionately but am not physically up to a giant trek in crowded and cold and damp conditions (they are over the water out at the port and VERY lot of traffic etc, only worth it if you go hours before hand with blankets and food and establish yourselves). [info - personal]rae_beta went to emperor norton's grave and then likely out somewhere in SF with people. I already miss her and she's only stayed in my house 2 days!

*** a wad of classmates came back ***

The best bit of the party aside from the school folks being nice was Nukie's cousins coming over. His small cousins were afraid to come into the yard full of grown ups. "Don't LOOK at them" Nuku advised. "Just walk by. There are MARSHMALLOWS." We made s'mores. The small cousins got more comfortable and then the big teenage cousins drifted in like big awkward hulking almost-teenagers. I think the biggest one who often ends up here is maybe 12 but he looks almost adult - I feel very happy to give him popsicles and have him run with the little kids. Rook disarmed them with some good questions about the rules of the ball game they play in the street, which is rugby and which is what they play in Tonga. They know a lot and are very willing to explain it, which broke the ice! THEN... I pulled out some snaps (the kind you throw on the ground and they explode) and rolls of red paper caps for cap guns. "The experts should dispense them to the others" ... "I'm an expert! I'm an expert!" but no one had ever done it. The older kids were extremely bold in taking rocks so big they're boulders and dropping them on a whole roll of caps unrolled & then folded over. Anyway, picture us all sticky with marshmallows and it being about 9pm - dusk - and me in my wheelchair in the driveway maniacally snipping off pieces of red gunpowder papers. And let's see, Moomin and Nukie, the two small cousins, and then at least 3 older ones, kind of flipping out with rocks and gunpowder. SO AWESOME!!!!

BBQ party

I felt much better about the day!

I got to feel a bit like Mrs. Piggle Wiggle, which I always enjoy (but which I have mixed feelings about sometimes because it's a lot of work and I don't have as much energy as I'd like to spare.)

read a little bit of the "free range kids" book which is not useful for me because I already think that way but which might be a good present for several children I know. Perhaps E. or her friend Octavia.

rae_beta gave us a rubbing of emperor norton's gravestone! it's hanging on the wall! we are sad to see her go!

This morning I gave Moomin two dollars in quarters for folding laundry and helping me sort through a tub of old bits of toys. He sat on his bed holding the quarters and contemplating our cat Rocket who was sprawled in a patch of sun. "Ah... what I wouldn't give to be that cat! Lying in the sun! Happy as can be! No worries about money! Not a care in the world!" Moomin sighed. Luckily he didn't look up to see my face...

You may imagine me giggling afterwards in the kitchen as quietly as I could.

Now his friend T. is over. They're discussing the technicalities of wood elves vs. swamp elves.

I feel lucky to have so many amazing kids in my life!

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Signal Boosting - Falcon Ridge rides needed for Talia & Friend [Jul. 5th, 2009|02:14 pm]

sunspiral
Talia and her friend Holly are looking for rides to & from the Falcon Ridge Folk Festival, leaving the Boston area on Thursday morning. If you can help them with this, email her at porcelaincat at gmail dot com. Thanks!
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Bonny bloh black 4th. [Jul. 5th, 2009|02:03 pm]

caudelac
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Hrm. The connection here at Francesca's is being crap, so before it craps out again, I will just say that I had a magnificent 4th of july with co-workers who came into Durham and frolicked with me and other lovely people at [info]ghettonqueen and Harris's place and at the Bull McCabe, and yes.

Now, I have finished my Limonata and the internet still seems to be sketchy, so I think that I will go browse and sigh at the Ox and Rabbit, then perhaps go home and watch 1776. Or maybe more Oz. Or both. Whichever!

(also, happy belated nativity to [info]theferrett and to [info]redbaroness2! Recovery and lovely all around.)
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Today's Difficult Question [Jul. 5th, 2009|01:55 pm]

matt_arnold
I have been paid to draw a salesperson deceiving people in exchange for money.

What gender and race should the salesperson be?
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This is why you can't have a jetpack. [Jul. 5th, 2009|10:44 am]

jwz
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[twitter] [Jul. 5th, 2009|10:02 am]
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http://twitter.com/technocoreai/statuses/2484225108

@pzskc383 but then again, who does?
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[link] Quote Dis: Spiderman’s Sanity, Hanging by a Thread [Jul. 5th, 2009|09:47 am]
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http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ectomo/QlIJ/~3/k55lOxKbmGU/

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Benjamin Disraeli was wrong. [Jul. 4th, 2009|10:44 pm]

kyrie1618
Statistics are the surest and best guide we have in an increasingly con-fused world.

Too bad math is so hard!
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Day After Independence [Jul. 5th, 2009|11:09 am]

csecooney
[Current Location |The Aerie]
[Current Music |"Retinue of Moons" - Rasputina]

"Why don't you come in from the cold
to make an unlikely alliance with me?"

"Retinue of Moons" - Rasputina

[info]oberon_the_fool gave me a bunch of new music. Of everything I have not heard before, I like Rasputina the best. Of Rasputina, so far, I like "Retinue of Moons" the best.

(I REALLY like the Decemberists, especially the Mariner song and the "We Both Go Down Together" song... I was familiar with them from my pal Odo.)

Also. Who knew that month-old nail polish would take such LABOR to remove.

Doing LAUNDRY today! And writing with Patty! Theatre of the Underground, NEW DRAFT, here we go! (After which, I will email it to concerned parties, who will perhaps sit around my hotel room and read it with me at Reader Con. Perhaps to harp music.)

My hair is tangled.

I will pack tonight. Tomorrow I'm writing with the Shaw Witch.

I didn't go to my da's to see the fireworks. Desi the Rajah texted me an ominous emoticon, expressing his displeasure. But it was raining -- at least at the time I'd have been walking 1.3 miles to the station -- and I was feeling drearily slow. Heck, though. The fireworks were nonstop in this area. Like gunshot and cannon everywhere. To the south. To the east. Somewhere a few doors down. Chicago was under a siege of celebration.

So I stayed home, and wrote a fat letter by candlelight. And read a short story about a revolution. And about Scheherazade, with Scheherazade's picture glowing down at me from above my desk...

http://www.artsycraftsy.com/nielsen/kn_arabian_nights.html

And I drank a LOT of tea. And I was happy.
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Why does no one answer the phone on a sunday morning? [Jul. 4th, 2009|10:10 pm]

kyrie1618
I have cool spreadsheets to show off! I mean, these are the best spreadsheets I've made all week! Why the sudden lack of interest in my spreadsheets? Silly people.
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Things are going to get brighter. [Jul. 5th, 2009|11:17 am]

easyalchemy
So suddenly my iPod has two separate calendars in the Calendar app, and I can neither delete nor rename this new second calendar. It's blank. I can see where having multiple calendars would be useful - for example, family stuff, work stuff, and volunteer stuff could be separate - but not if I can't add, delete or rename these separate calendars. WTF?

The other new thing annoying me about my iPod is that it used to have an automatic shutoff; after a few seconds, I think the screen would go shades darker, and then if left unused, the screen would shut off. It was something I got used to and now that it isn't working, I can't find a setting to reactivate it.

These two things happened at different times, I think; the calendar thing is new, while the shutoff stopped happening after Steph's baby was here - I did let him play with the iPod, but I don't know if he managed to press some mysterious combination of settings that deactivated the automatic shutoff. I mean, babies + iPods = who knows, right? He's pretty smart, though; he headed straight for things that were fun, and couldn't be bothered with boring old text.

Incidentally, Steph, he really liked the free Motion X Dice app.Seriously, he rolled dice for like, an hour after we ran out of Thomas videos online.

Anyway, my iPod is still awesome, but y'know - little things annoy me about it still.
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Ursula Le Guin's 80th birthday ... [Jul. 5th, 2009|08:31 am]

wiscon
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... is October 21 of this year.

Kim Stanley Robinson had the brilliant idea of doing a _festschrift_: "a volume of articles, essays, etc., contributed by many authors in honor of a colleague, usually published on the occasion of retirement, an important anniversary, or the like." Karen Fowler and I have pounced on the idea.

Festschrifts are generally published in a single volume for the recipient. What Karen and I are planning (open to some discussion) is
a single high-quality printed volume for Ursula, plus a website where the contributions can be read, perhaps followed by a
wider-distribution book--but we surely don't have time to do a full book by October 21.

At any rate, we're looking for:

1) a personal memoir or anecdote
2) what some piece of Le Guin fiction meant to you
3) a general critical piece (obviously, this should be more admiring
than fault-finding)
4) a specific critical piece on a work or a series (ditto)
5) whatever else you think memorializes Ursula for you. I'm confident that we can find ways to include music, visual art, recorded messages, and other non-printed-word media.

We need finished pieces by September 7.

We'd like to hear from you if you think you'd like to contribute. And we'd love for you to pass this along to anyone you think should know about it. You can comment here or email me at kith at spicejar dot org. (If you contribute, I'm going to want your real name--or your byline for the piece--at some point.)
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Question Du Jour: Dead Celebrities [Jul. 5th, 2009|11:25 am]

theferrett
Here's a weird question for you: What celebrity would you be least surprised to find out had come back from the dead? (Warning: "Chuck Norris" is not a funny answer.)

I'm gonna go with Clint Eastwood. He'd just sorta brush the dirt off his shoulder, get up, look vaguely irritated, and get back to directing.
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Paging all Geeks of Things Mediaeval + Harping [Jul. 4th, 2009|09:29 pm]

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Via [info]snakey, please enjoy the gleeful madness that is this.

In other news, yesterday I had a lovely time with [info]sevenravens, practicing harp together and singing harmonies in anticipation of offering some humble entertainment to willing audiences at Readercon (hi, [info]csecooney!). It was great; we both marvelled at how easy it was to work together and put things together. We laughed at the fact that we have some of the same books, but that neither of us has a book of harp duets, because we've never known anyone else with a harp who'd be willing to partner up and play. There was reminiscing over old pieces as she flipped through my binder ("AUGH! THAT FUCKING LITTLE FOUNTAIN!"), discussion with her partner Magill as to whether Magic: The Gathering were more or less geeky than playing the harp (which, I ask you, is there even a contest?), and the consumption of embarrassing amounts of mango salsa by way of amazing tortilla chips.

Also -- I called the chips "crisps" before I realised what I was doing. There were no Brits in sight. Between that and the fact that I'm now apparently unable to say "pants" without pausing to make sure I won't be misunderstood, I'm clearly doomed.
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Loving You Sunday Morning - Scorpions [Jul. 5th, 2009|09:42 am]

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Still my favorite German export.
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Fireworks... [Jul. 5th, 2009|09:01 am]

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So Forestfire and family came through last night, and after a bit of a search for an open restaurant, we ended up at My Friends. Wow, haven't been there in years. After, we ended up at a friend's house to watch the fireworks from her front yard, which turned out to be perfect -- the kids got to burn off some energy, and we had a great view. Also, she has a parrot. I love parrots. I spent half my evening in front of the cage, playing with him.

The headache finally seems to have given up the ghost early this morning, so I'm a much happier camper. Watching The Five Doctors episode of Doctor Who, considering working some more on the tattoo project. I still haven't gotten accustomed to how much faster the research is going on this than it did for the first piece. Google Imagesearch is a hell of a lot faster than Interlibrary Loan. I've got enough images noted that it's getting time to pull them all together, print them out, and start looking at how they fit together, and eliminating options. There are eight figures on my left side at the moment, and I expect we'll add probably another eight or so. That was pared down from at least a hundred or so I originally pulled from research. I've got about that many male figures now, and it's time to start sorting out where the boundaries are -- how detailed is too detailed, what themes and variety are represented, how much clothing is too much, etc, as well as variety of poses and positions. Time for a spreadsheet. Oh yes.

Oh, yay! Mark is making me flan today.
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(no subject) [Jul. 5th, 2009|03:11 pm]

folzgold
Hello!

It seems the internet ate my original post. Mostly I wanted to say I am alive and still in Ukraine. Maybe not for long though! Adventure awaits!
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(no subject) [Jul. 5th, 2009|03:18 am]

roomette
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Sometimes life is a little less beautiful, a little more violent with you than you'd wish.   You remember, the stinging slap on your cheek, that life isn't some being or even something that comes and goes, it is a primate clinging to a rocky orb that hangs in vast space, hurtling along.

But there is more than that, there's refinement, if you'll have it, if you'll take it.  If you want your life to be more than floorboards or the sticky scum of dried urine rehydrated on the floors of subways, or the dirty crust in all the corners or the flat sound of "fuck" and "shit" hitting the air as your casual vocabulary, you can have it. 

I was never a guttersnipe girl. I always had a sharp disdain for those who felt that it was too charming to behave in such a manner.

Just a thought, as the evening refuses to wind down, just a thought coming from festivities that included, of all pleasurable indulgences, a box of fireworks that when emptied, could contain my sixteen year old cousin.  The scent of gunpowder carried on the hot evening breeze.  Laughter.  Fireworks and decadence, strawberries passed in a bowl, bare skin with ink marking lineage.  My own pale skin, standing out.  The shared waistline of a generation of women, as if some creature came in and bound us about the middle, tiny waists, hips, legs, shorts, laughter.  Twin babies and dust hills.  Professional exploders exploding things for fun, fire leaping and rings of burning napalm.  An engineer, a geologist, the forensic examiner's son, the novelist's grandchildren, the astrophysicist turned editor, and there we are.  Clustered around a mass of burned bits of paper like school children.  Exploding things at the silent end of a long road, not bothering with the usual decorum.

I like life.  I'm not good at it always, not late, ending up at some bus stop, thrumming with migraine.  Stumbling into what comes next and always finding strange handholds.  Somewhere I started t think this was supposed to be predictable.  But it doesn't happen that way for any of us, not in my family, not with my friends.

I have a combustible life.  

And I don't fit into the shape of any other.

That's okay.  It is intensely uncomfortable sometimes.  But that's the entire point of adventures. They don't always feel good as you go. Only masochists like them.

So bare my skin then.  I have no tattoos, but perhaps that is the only mark I could bear honestly.  I don't want to walk the straight and narrow. I have no true intentions of ever having a regular job- I don't know how to be that kind of practical.  I don't know how to be that kind of beautiful.
 

I only know this kind.
 



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Moonwalker [Jul. 5th, 2009|10:24 am]

poliphilo

I caught the end of Moonwalker yesterday. Michael has just saved the lives of three Dickensian orphans- two older boys and a little blonde girl-  by blasting an evil drug-dealer to bits.  Transformed into a starship, he zooms off into space and is intercepted by a comet which scatters stars.  The Dickensian orphans mourn him on the Dickensian streets of their Dickensian city. Then a leaf stirs in a supernatural wind and a dark silhouette is seen posing at the end of a foggy street.  It's Him!  He's back!  He tells them he couldn't leave them. There are hugs, tears.  He takes the children to the back entrance of a nightclub. The door opens and they are enveloped in billowing clouds of dry ice.  Inside the children are scared by the creepy darkness, but they needn't be.  They are greeted by an obese, pony-tailed roadie and reunited with a smelly-looking dog. The roadie escorts them to a vantage point in the wings of  the theatre.  There's a full house.  Everyone is waving glowy green sticks. And here's Michael again, in a skin-tight,  rhinestone studded uniform.  And here's his band, all punky and fetished-up. They back him through a strutting, crotch-stroking version of John Lennon's "Come Together".

You want to know what the insides of Michael Jackson's head were like?  Watch this film. 

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2009-07-05: Sinfest [Jul. 5th, 2009|01:00 pm]
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http://www.cartoonlabs.com/comics/index.php?date=2009-07-05&show=sinfest

Sinfest
Tatsuya Ishida

by Tatsuya Ishida

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Trauma as Fetish [Jul. 5th, 2009|01:51 am]

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From Twitter 07-04-2009 [Jul. 5th, 2009|02:00 am]

chalepa_ta_kala

  • 14:18:00: My tentacular Octo-shirt arrived yesterday! Thankies to @kimvermillion. http://kimboekbinder.com/store.html
  • 15:18:05: Baking booberry muffins with vanilla buttercream frosting, topped by red and blue sprinkles.
  • 16:23:23: Good Earth sun tea is brewing in the yard, Gili is basking nearby in his outdoor area, and there are various visitors to our bird feeder.
  • 20:09:24: At @rombarella's b-day/4th of July BBQ. Festivities abound.

Tweets copied by twittinesis.com

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Interesting [Jul. 5th, 2009|09:41 am]

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BBC NEWS | World | Americas | Alaska Governor Palin to resign

I still think the GOP were wrong to chose her to run with McCain but I can hear the tears in her voice and think that she *DOES* love Alaska, even if I don't agree with all of her politics and policies. I wonder if the last year or so has been too much for her and her family and now she just wants to concentrate on family for a bit.

Also, once she is no longer having to spout the party line in an election that was way above her head, she is a clear and sympathetic speaker. Maybe she is right for local politics where she was wrong for national politics?
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[info]dnalounge update [Jul. 5th, 2009|12:53 am]

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DNA Lounge update, wherein the kiosks are on the chopping block.

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chrisrobersonbooks.com [Jul. 5th, 2009|03:37 am]

theoblack
[Current Mood | accomplished]

Recently we at "The Black Arts" finished the web site for the artist Chris Robertson. Chris has done many editorial illustrations as well as worked as a storyboard artist to a director on many animated cartoons like Hey Arnold!, Family Guy, and American Dad and has also written and illustrated his own kids book called "Little Miss Liberty".

http://chrisrobertsonbooks.com/
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"I sleep all night and I work all day" [Jul. 5th, 2009|02:33 am]

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What's Wrong With Me? [Jul. 5th, 2009|12:47 am]

dmoira
Why do I feel like this?

I have three work days left before I go on vacation! :D Fuuuck yes. I'm not really looking forward to seeing my family. I probably should be. I am more looking forward to not being in Nebraska. Anywhere near Nebraska. I don't blame Nebraska for how crappy my last few months have been (I blame Petco) but it sure as hell hasn't helped.

Though the vet Petco uses for herptiles and the one I use for some of mine animals, has been absolutely a blessing. Or at the very least made the whole last week tolerable. Now if only I could stop eating.

I really, really want to be running right now. So badly. But it is the "fourth." And drunken idiots are legally allowed to set off glorified mini-bombs. Though technically it stopped being legal 10 minutes ago, they don't stop just because of some small thing like the law! OMG Explosions!

I have been so restless recently. I started rewatcing due South. I started reaching Dumas' Twenty Years After. I attempted grocery shopping, coming home with extra sharp cheddar cheese, juice and CO2 water after one and a half hours of shopping. I walk from here to there. Just so restless.

Marbles is probably going to need to be put down soon. I have to call the vet on Monday, but she has clotting issues, which we discovered a month or more back when she clawed her own ear (scratching and all) and didn't stop bleeding for 12 hours. However, yesterday she went to the groomers for her bath n' shave and while she made it through both, she started bleeding out of her nose while waiting for me to pick her up (i.e. no physical trauma to start the bleeding, just stress). It is no longer gushing but it hasn't stopped bleeding entirely either. Anyway, I need to call the vet to see how much testing costs. The most likely cause? Who knows? Liver disease is what I'm betting on. On the bright side, it could be completely treatable. None of the three vets she saw for her ear felt that way. And the vet called by Petco when the nosebleed started didn't think so either, but hey optimism? Worse case scenario, probably a brain tumour. Of course all this occurring on Friday, when all the vets were closed for the holiday... well that just adds to the "I hate the Fourth" syndrome.
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RETURNING MY SISTER'S FACE - Now in Trade Paperback! [Jul. 5th, 2009|12:01 am]

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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

Norilana Books presents the affordable trade paperback edition of Returning My Sister's Face: and Other Far Eastern Tales of Whimsy and Malice by Eugie Foster [info]eugie, a striking debut collection of short fantasy fiction with a Far Eastern flavor, with an introduction by Vonda N. McIntyre.

"Whimsy and malice­—yes­—also mystery, a very female sensuality, and wit. An elegant and entertaining book."

—Ursula K. Le Guin

"The tales are beautifully written, elegant, passionate, funny, and moving. The entire collection is a delightful, magical bridge across cultures. I hope many readers find their way to it."

—Patricia A. McKillip

Returning My Sister's Face:
And Other Far Eastern Tales of Whimsy and Malice
by Eugie Foster
Introduction by Vonda N. McIntyre



Enchantment, peril and romance pervade the shadowy Far East, from the elegant throne room of the emperor's palace to the humble teahouse of a peasant village. In these dozen stories of adventure and magic from the Orient, a maiden encounters an oni demon in the forest, a bride discovers her mother-in-law is a fox woman, a samurai must appease his sister's angry ghost, strange luck is found in a jade locket, and dark and light are two sides of harmony.

"Noted short story author Foster offers a dozen enchanting and sometimes chilling tales alive with elegantly sketched characters and sensibilities drawn from Asian folklore . . . Readers who long for a break from European medieval fantasy will be charmed and entertained by Foster's tales."

—Publishers Weekly

Eugie Foster calls home a mildly haunted, fey-infested house in metro Atlanta that she shares with her husband, Matthew, and her pet skunk, Hobkin. After receiving her master's degree in Psychology, she retired from academia and became a corporate computer drone. When her company asked her to leave the phantoms and fairies in the South and return to the dead-cold lands of the Midwest, she said "no" and retreated to her library to pen flights of fancy.

Eugie's fiction has been translated into Greek, Hungarian, Polish, and French; received the Phobos Award; and been nominated for the British Fantasy, Bram Stoker, and Pushcart awards. Her publication credits number over 100 and include stories in Realms of Fantasy, Interzone, Cricket, Cicada, Fantasy Magazine, Orson Scott Card's InterGalactic Medicine Show, Jim Baen's Universe, and anthologies Best New Fantasy (Prime Books), Heroes in Training (DAW Books), Magic in the Mirrorstone (Mirrorstone Books), and Best New Romantic Fantasy 2 (Juno Books).

Visit her online at http://www.EugieFoster.com/

Cover artwork: "Kitsune" © 2009 by Ahyicodae.

Returning My Sister's Face: and Other Far Eastern Tales of Whimsy and Malice
by Eugie Foster
Introduction by Vonda N. McIntyre
Norilana Books Fantasy
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July 5, 2009
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ISBN-13: 978-1-60762-011-2
ISBN-10: 1-60762-011-1
212 pages

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Power Play Academy- Age Play and Sacred Kink [Jul. 4th, 2009|11:33 pm]

passionandsoul
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animations! [Jul. 5th, 2009|02:27 am]

rosalarian
I am learning animation!
I've got a program that makes sense to my brain, so I'm going through all the tutorials now. I hope to someday entertain you all with awesome cartoons.
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Sunday.... [Jul. 4th, 2009|11:16 pm]

saraphina_marie
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[Current Location |Castro Valley, CA]
[Current Mood | melancholy]

*sigh*
Sunday morning will be here so soon. Ready to take me back to my Nashville life. I am always sad to leave my parents' place with all the cool weather and good friends in abundance- but this time I am digging my heels in and not wanting to go back.
Except that I miss my dogs. Even the big fella, Javert. And I miss my house and my truck.
*sigh*

I do not miss the job, the heat, the humidity. Mostly the job. I have to see what I can do about that.  I am really burned out. But y'all know that.

Thanks for everything everyone, I plan to be back at holiday time.
Until then, keep care of things in my absence and I'll be back soon.
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my life... [Jul. 4th, 2009|12:10 pm]

kyrie1618
has value.

so does yours.

it's a neat thing, to figure out. but no one should have to.
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Good news, everyone! [Jul. 4th, 2009|10:42 pm]

saraphina_marie
[Current Location |Castro Valley, CA]
[Current Mood | cheerful]

Comedy Central has ordered 26 new episodes of Futurama to air in 2010!!
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Photos! [Jul. 5th, 2009|01:32 am]

wiscon
[troubleinchina]
I have uploaded photos I took of sock puppet making!

Enjoy!
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Mount Rushmore s Starry Night [Jul. 5th, 2009|04:07 am]
apod

http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap090704.html

This starry night sky sparkles above the Black Hills This starry night sky sparkles above the Black Hills


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... and the horse in on which it rode! [Jul. 4th, 2009|10:20 pm]

tyedie
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[Current Location |Home Sweet Home]
[Current Mood |accomplished]

Around the start of June I ran six and a half miles, the farthest I had ever run in my life (I think - I'm not sure at what mile mark my half-marathon became a walk-and-shuffle struggle).

Six days ago on Sunday, in the hours before I marched in the Pride Parade, I ran eight miles, by one-and-a-half miles the farthest I'd ever run in my life.

This morning, for my thirtieth birthday, I set out to do ten miles. Having for no known reason Spinal Tap on the brain, I wound up going all the way to eleven.

Fuck aging.
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it always starts the same way [Jul. 4th, 2009|08:17 pm]

phinnia
[Current Location |home]
[Current Mood | excited]
[Current Music |roy orbison in clingfilm song (in capita)]

I've finally managed to find a copy of the Roy Orbison in Clingfilm novel, and it arrived today.

If you haven't heard about the internet phenomenon that is Roy Orbison in Clingfilm, check it out here. There's also a song written and performed here. (there's also a 'roy orbision in clingfilm' adventure game, which is new since the last time i've been there i think.)

I'm going to review the book when i'm done with it. It's not very long, so I expect I'll be done in the next few days.
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(no subject) [Jul. 4th, 2009|11:13 pm]

farklebarkle

The SO (okay, DH) and I were outside reading in the backyard this morning when he noticed a strange coincidence about our books:

We didn't plan it, I swear.
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BOOM! [Jul. 4th, 2009|11:13 pm]

murnkay
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This entry originated at adampknave.com.

I live next door to a school. It’s the Fourth of July. What do you think is going to happen? Right. Fireworks like woa. Explosions all night, just from the surrounding area, never mind the people in the schoolyard. Whatever. Fine.

So just now:

BOOM BOOMBOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOMBOOM! FIZZLE! HISSS! BOOM BOOM BOOMBOOM!

Then this tiny squeaky kids voice pipes up in the fresh silence:

Thank you!

Utterly silent during the fireworks, piping up when it takes a break, just the happiest thing on Earth.

(This is not the place to go into how dangerous firewroks are, etc. Just to revel in the glee of a small child.)

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Fireworks [Jul. 4th, 2009|10:59 pm]

theferrett
For me, fireworks are like Benihana Japanese Steakhouses. I know there's something inherently cheesy about both of them, and really I expect to wake up one morning and discover that yes, like any true adult, I have outgrown such base pleasures.

But every time that steak hits the grill or the fire lights the sky, a grin tugs the corners of my mouth, and I begin to applaud, and I realize the last of my childhood has yet to leak out of me.

As long as I have wonder, I shall last.
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"I don't care what it's been, I want to know what it is now!" [Jul. 4th, 2009|09:45 pm]

rosefox
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[Current Mood |full]

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Cowards and Sheds [Jul. 4th, 2009|09:24 pm]

elf_fu
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[Current Mood | silly]

July Flashfiction 4: Cowards and Sheds
What is this?: http://flash-fic-month.deviantart.com/journal/25396349/
Prompt: What happened in the old tool shed
Credit & Copyright: Uh. Me. And whomever invited the critters I refer to in this piece?
( Cowards and Sheds )
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(no subject) [Jul. 4th, 2009|07:07 pm]

unsane1
Everyone's always just so fucking busy.
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Rural Decay [Jul. 4th, 2009|06:53 pm]

tacit
[Tags|, ]
[Current Mood | accomplished]

If you drive along Interstate 80 through Nebraska, you'll see a lot of wheat fields, a lot of corn fields, and very little else.

If you keep at it, and drive until you feel the endless flat landscape pressing against your sanity like Nyarlathotep descending on a tasty morsel of virgin consciousness, you'll reach exit 382.

There's nothing there, really. A golf cart store, a gas station, a sign advertising an inn that's been closed for years...that's about it. There is also, just to the north of the interstate and a little more than a quarter of a mile from the exit, the ruins of a tiny wooden church, collapsing into decay.

The church itself is here:



When we drove past the church, I had no choice but to stop and photograph it. The ruins are beautiful beyond all comprehension. It's a pretty hard slog from the exit, through thick brush, and a barbed-wire fence along the interstate prevented me from getting behind it. Plus, I got ticks while getting these pictures. Ticks! *shudders*

As I was taking these, I was wishing desperately for a better digital camera. Some of these pictures would make awesome posters, but sadly, my first-generation DSLR simply doesn't offer the resolution for poster-sized printing.



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