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Apr. 19th, 2024 11:04 amI'm very used to people (almost always men) trooping through my yard with various tools and equipment since the neighborhood trunk line for AT&T fiber is right behind my house. So when two young men walked through my patio and past my front window with giant boxes of tools I didn't think much about it. Then the hammering started. I popped out to ask what was going on (since I had a phone call scheduled this morning) and apparently they're replacing the house siding. My landlady had warned me this was happening but hadn't told me what day.
The call wasn't a huge deal and wasn't a tarot reading so okay whatever. The vibrations knocked one thing off my mantle so I have to keep going over to it to push everything to the back again once in a while but it's no big deal.
One of the guys is kinda hot, and looks not unlike my facecast for the love interest of my novel. Every time he walks by the window I'm like "gosh you sure are a cutie" but it wasn't, you know, distracting or anything. Until he passed by smoking a long brown cigarette. And now I shall sit here consumed with lust for the rest of the evening (and it's not even noon).
ETA: Curly-haired smoking no-doubt fuckboy has now set up a table saw on my patio and is slicing up planks of siding. My blue collar worker kink is being unfairly and horrifically served. Help.
The call wasn't a huge deal and wasn't a tarot reading so okay whatever. The vibrations knocked one thing off my mantle so I have to keep going over to it to push everything to the back again once in a while but it's no big deal.
One of the guys is kinda hot, and looks not unlike my facecast for the love interest of my novel. Every time he walks by the window I'm like "gosh you sure are a cutie" but it wasn't, you know, distracting or anything. Until he passed by smoking a long brown cigarette. And now I shall sit here consumed with lust for the rest of the evening (and it's not even noon).
ETA: Curly-haired smoking no-doubt fuckboy has now set up a table saw on my patio and is slicing up planks of siding. My blue collar worker kink is being unfairly and horrifically served. Help.
Responding to apologies
Mar. 9th, 2024 10:21 amI've worked hard (and continue to work at) at improving my ability and skill when it comes to apologizing. I used to be really, really bad it. A lot of us are, thanks to precious few good examples. I don't remember ever seeing a collection of meaningful ways to respond to a good apology, though. This reel on Instagram came up on my feed today and I wanted to share it with anyone else who could use a similar resource. ( For posterity: )
And if you're looking for an excellent, incredibly in-depth read on apologies, I just finished On Repentance and Repair by Danya Ruttenberg. Absolutely 10/10 recommend.
It's 10pm...
Feb. 26th, 2024 11:12 amI know the mentality of the generational divide(s) is a problematic construct and often detrimental to building and cultivating inter-generational communities but omg these public service announcements explain so much about why Gen X is the way it is. As one commenter says: "Gen X. Raised on hose water and neglect!"
Got the denial of my appeal for disability in the mail yesterday. That was not the news I needed to help me out of this fatigue phase but it's the news I'm getting, so.
The couple thousand that was in my TIAA retirement fund from the six-month stint in Engineering landed in my bank during the wee hours of this morning so that's nice. Looks like I'll definitely be cashing out that life insurance policy in a few months, too.
I absolutely must find ways (multiple ways) to pull myself up/together. I know I need more contact with human beings but I'm at a loss of where to find it safely. Perhaps it's time to resign myself to the fact that safety is impossible for someone in my position and start operating under that reality.
I'm not going to turn off comments but I don't know that I'll be up to responding to them.
The couple thousand that was in my TIAA retirement fund from the six-month stint in Engineering landed in my bank during the wee hours of this morning so that's nice. Looks like I'll definitely be cashing out that life insurance policy in a few months, too.
I absolutely must find ways (multiple ways) to pull myself up/together. I know I need more contact with human beings but I'm at a loss of where to find it safely. Perhaps it's time to resign myself to the fact that safety is impossible for someone in my position and start operating under that reality.
I'm not going to turn off comments but I don't know that I'll be up to responding to them.
Another $50/mo I don't have
Feb. 15th, 2024 09:38 amI vented about this on Bluesky but am mentioning it here, too.
I got an email this morning notifying me that the Affordable Connectivity Program is ending in April due to lack of funding from congress. There are no words to describe the obscenity of my government affording to fund a genocide but not discounted internet to its citizens living in poverty.
I'm down to my last few thousand dollars and am just hoping my approval for disability comes through before that money runs out. If worst comes to worst I can cash out my life insurance policy, but I'd really, really rather not.
At least I have it to cash out, so I'm grateful for that. But I'm weary of being grateful for having the means to continue existing in moderately comfortable, isolated poverty for a limited period of time.
I got an email this morning notifying me that the Affordable Connectivity Program is ending in April due to lack of funding from congress. There are no words to describe the obscenity of my government affording to fund a genocide but not discounted internet to its citizens living in poverty.
I'm down to my last few thousand dollars and am just hoping my approval for disability comes through before that money runs out. If worst comes to worst I can cash out my life insurance policy, but I'd really, really rather not.
At least I have it to cash out, so I'm grateful for that. But I'm weary of being grateful for having the means to continue existing in moderately comfortable, isolated poverty for a limited period of time.
On the regular
Feb. 4th, 2024 03:00 pmLast week's sinus problems were (I think/hope) caused by too much dry air. Every week I descale my humidifier by letting it soak in vinegar. Lawrence has really hard water and I think it's getting worse because I've lately had to soak it for 24 hours instead of just overnight. Apparently that was too long to go without adding moisture to the air because after three days of running it full blast my sinus pressure had decreased. Yay for that but also I can't just... stop? cleaning it? So idk, crossing fingers and hoping for the best which seems to be all I can do about most things these days.
I've come to the distressing realization that I've lost the ability to converse like a normal person about normal person things. I don't watch shows, I rarely read, and when I do it's mostly about writing, tarot, or emotional/internal stuff. I don't go anywhere. I don't have any actual activities other than just existing. Turns out when years pass where 90% of what you do happens in your own head it kinda destroys your ability to just... chat. If I had the spare energy I'd take the opportunity to re-learn how to engage in casual dialogue but anything I've got has to go to writing (or the business thereof).
At least tarot readings (the type I do anyway) are all about internal life stuff so I can still do those! But laid-back conversations like "hey what've you been up to?" are hugely difficult for me. It's very weird to have yet another layer of isolation laid over the obvious, logistical ones.
Speaking of writing, I'm over halfway through the final edits of the first book. At some point I really gotta start on the marketing work.
God damn what I'd do to be able to work a regular job. Talk like a regular person. Live something like a regular life.
I've come to the distressing realization that I've lost the ability to converse like a normal person about normal person things. I don't watch shows, I rarely read, and when I do it's mostly about writing, tarot, or emotional/internal stuff. I don't go anywhere. I don't have any actual activities other than just existing. Turns out when years pass where 90% of what you do happens in your own head it kinda destroys your ability to just... chat. If I had the spare energy I'd take the opportunity to re-learn how to engage in casual dialogue but anything I've got has to go to writing (or the business thereof).
At least tarot readings (the type I do anyway) are all about internal life stuff so I can still do those! But laid-back conversations like "hey what've you been up to?" are hugely difficult for me. It's very weird to have yet another layer of isolation laid over the obvious, logistical ones.
Speaking of writing, I'm over halfway through the final edits of the first book. At some point I really gotta start on the marketing work.
God damn what I'd do to be able to work a regular job. Talk like a regular person. Live something like a regular life.
More tracking, more "of course!"
Jan. 29th, 2024 12:14 pmWhen I leaned over to pick something off the floor my sinuses very aggressively informed me they were massively swollen and not happy about it. Now that I've been alerted to the problem, I can feel the pressure behind my eyes and also my teeth aching. More fallout from the fatigue flare, or just unfortunate coincidence? ¯\_(ใ)_/¯
Fingers crossed that double doses of (actual) Sudafed and regular applications of a warmed eye-beanbag thing will help things calm down in there soon. The next few days will be spent actively avoiding any emotional shifts because crying under these conditions is absolutely unacceptable. Also avoiding unnecessary movement since all my energy needs to go toward avoiding a sinus infection.
*jazzhands*
Fingers crossed that double doses of (actual) Sudafed and regular applications of a warmed eye-beanbag thing will help things calm down in there soon. The next few days will be spent actively avoiding any emotional shifts because crying under these conditions is absolutely unacceptable. Also avoiding unnecessary movement since all my energy needs to go toward avoiding a sinus infection.
*jazzhands*
Fatigue tracking
Jan. 28th, 2024 02:21 pmSo mostly for my own records:
I was already feeling a bit run down in advance of that post. Seeing two friends on a rare (masked) indoor visit on Friday afternoon was by far the best I felt that week. The joy still took a toll, though, and the weekend following was a nonfunctional blur. I had to cancel a standing Monday morning phone call that I haven't missed in over a year. I wasn't even capable of bathing until Thursday. My brain has been slowly coming back online, but I still get spells of dizziness when I stand for more than a few minutes. I have to lie down two or three times a day for at least thirty minutes, sometimes an hour. This is day nine and I'm still not capable of anything more taxing than watching a movie. I wasn't even able to do that until yesterday and it wore me the fuck out.
Please continue praying or crossing fingers or whatever that I get approved for disability soon.
Big book sale from University of Chicago
Jan. 19th, 2024 10:00 amIf anyone's in a bargain basement book shopping mood, the University of Chicago has a book sale with 90% off a bunch of books on art, history, science, writing, and more. Most are under $10, and you won't find most of them outside an academic library.
If you're on Bluesky and want to spread the word, here's the post where I got the info.
If you're on Bluesky and want to spread the word, here's the post where I got the info.
Temperatures are reaching (reasonable) double digits today so I'm running all my errands. I hope the snow I can't shovel will allow me to exit my driveway. I'm pretty sure it will, although I'll likely have to clear at least a couple narrow paths to roll down my trash bins and my landlady's. Crossing fingers she doesn't have enough recycling to worry about because that will mean three paths and I'm not sure how I'll manage that and run errands. We'll see.
I'd planned to write marketing copy for Secular Sacred yesterday--those ten words and brief embellishments of them--but only managed five because I spent a lot of energy (and wrist strength) on removing the ice from my bedroom windows. Between the potential damage to the untreated wood sills (I know, but I don't own this place so am not putting in the effort and money to rectify that) and the specks of mold I saw growing under them (yikes) I figured I needed to deal with that toot sweet. Tomorrow I'll tackle what's likely the same on the window in my art studio, which will entail clearing off the entire worktable so I can kneel on it (it's very large and unmovable by me).
I despise winter and everything that comes with it, but I am also emotionally bereft when removed from an environment without a significant tree population. Also I can't really afford to live anywhere but the Midwest. Capitalism continues to be the bane of my existence (and so many others').
Monday I had the pleasant surprise of someone scheduling a tarot reading. It felt good to read for someone again, and the $30 didn't hurt! I'm feeling a bit discouraged by the lack of response to my offers of even free general, vibes-based readings to my Patreon members. I'm considering offering a free reading a week to the general public because now that my online tarot group has disbanded I have few opportunities to stay in practice. But I think a similar lack of response to a general audience might be further depressing? On the other hand I don't like operating from a place of acting (or not acting) out of a fear of the worst, so...
The business of practicing optimism is a difficult one.
Excelsior, though. Right? Right.
I'd planned to write marketing copy for Secular Sacred yesterday--those ten words and brief embellishments of them--but only managed five because I spent a lot of energy (and wrist strength) on removing the ice from my bedroom windows. Between the potential damage to the untreated wood sills (I know, but I don't own this place so am not putting in the effort and money to rectify that) and the specks of mold I saw growing under them (yikes) I figured I needed to deal with that toot sweet. Tomorrow I'll tackle what's likely the same on the window in my art studio, which will entail clearing off the entire worktable so I can kneel on it (it's very large and unmovable by me).
I despise winter and everything that comes with it, but I am also emotionally bereft when removed from an environment without a significant tree population. Also I can't really afford to live anywhere but the Midwest. Capitalism continues to be the bane of my existence (and so many others').
Monday I had the pleasant surprise of someone scheduling a tarot reading. It felt good to read for someone again, and the $30 didn't hurt! I'm feeling a bit discouraged by the lack of response to my offers of even free general, vibes-based readings to my Patreon members. I'm considering offering a free reading a week to the general public because now that my online tarot group has disbanded I have few opportunities to stay in practice. But I think a similar lack of response to a general audience might be further depressing? On the other hand I don't like operating from a place of acting (or not acting) out of a fear of the worst, so...
The business of practicing optimism is a difficult one.
Excelsior, though. Right? Right.
Writer support group!
Jan. 12th, 2024 05:36 pmHeads up anyone looking for a writing community,
kimboo_york is starting a Discord server for writer support and resources. It launches on Monday and is super reasonably priced compared to similar services. Basic info here and a more detailed write-up here. The first 25 members to register will get a lifetime deal of $5.99 per month and membership after that will be $9.99 a month. The server goes live Monday, January 15.
It's a welcoming space for fanfic writers, as well as professional (and aspirational) writers. Please pass the info to any writer friends or communities you know!
Full disclosure, this is the kind of group I've been looking for so I have a definite interest in helping Kimboo build it. ๐ I'll be participating as a member and serving as a mod.
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It's a welcoming space for fanfic writers, as well as professional (and aspirational) writers. Please pass the info to any writer friends or communities you know!
Full disclosure, this is the kind of group I've been looking for so I have a definite interest in helping Kimboo build it. ๐ I'll be participating as a member and serving as a mod.
Shakespeare and the science of language
Jan. 10th, 2024 12:33 pmI haven't had the brain resources to read this (very old) article about Shakespeare's use of language but I finally manged it today and it's so good. Ignore the clickbaity title that has nothing to do with the content.
This sentence amused me greatly: it makes sense to imagine engagement with art as involving lots of active, self-aware deliberation, with correspondingly high levels of neural activity…doesn’t it? Because no? Not at all? Anyone with even the most superficial experience with general media consumption probably understands on some level that our gut-level, unexamined response to art (of any time) drives a lot of our desire to remain engaged.
But this articulated why I'm often bored with arty, pretentious adaptations of Shakespeare: In addition to its concordance with the 16th-century concept of sprezzatura —lightness, ease, the ability to make even the most difficult things look effortless—a play crafted to maximize delight helped Shakespeare fill theatres in a way that a lot of visible sweating over the lines might not have.
Productions like the 2015 production of Macbeth that don't engage with the absurd, ridiculousness of the source material leave me cold. But I'm still enthralled by the 2009 Hamlet (the one with David Tennant), despite it being conceptually more ~arty~ with its groundbreaking camera technology and plot that is (imo) genuinely more tragic.
Anyway, Shakespeare, yay!
And now I am checking out of anything resembling cohesive thought for the rest of the day.
This sentence amused me greatly: it makes sense to imagine engagement with art as involving lots of active, self-aware deliberation, with correspondingly high levels of neural activity…doesn’t it? Because no? Not at all? Anyone with even the most superficial experience with general media consumption probably understands on some level that our gut-level, unexamined response to art (of any time) drives a lot of our desire to remain engaged.
But this articulated why I'm often bored with arty, pretentious adaptations of Shakespeare: In addition to its concordance with the 16th-century concept of sprezzatura —lightness, ease, the ability to make even the most difficult things look effortless—a play crafted to maximize delight helped Shakespeare fill theatres in a way that a lot of visible sweating over the lines might not have.
Productions like the 2015 production of Macbeth that don't engage with the absurd, ridiculousness of the source material leave me cold. But I'm still enthralled by the 2009 Hamlet (the one with David Tennant), despite it being conceptually more ~arty~ with its groundbreaking camera technology and plot that is (imo) genuinely more tragic.
Anyway, Shakespeare, yay!
And now I am checking out of anything resembling cohesive thought for the rest of the day.
Thanks to
mekare for the link to this random question generator. I know engagement around here is tapering off (on my DW anyway) so I realize this will be mostly for my own entertainment, but sometimes it's nice to think about something other than how tired I am ๐
1. What was a situation where you literally did a double take?
Alas, no. Not sure if that's because I'm not easily surprised, but perhaps life will give me the opportunity at some point. They look fun.
2. Is there anyone that you're wondering about and if they're okay?
So many. One in particular has been on my mind lately. Terri Ann was probably my first crush but of course I didn't understand that at the time. I just knew I wanted to spend as much time as possible with her and we were almost inseparable our fourth grade year which was when she moved to town. I think she didn't have a good home life because I never went to her house to play, but she came to mine all the time. One day I called her house (the town I lived in was so small you only had to dial the last four digits) and nobody answered. I eventually found out she'd moved. Thus setting the precedent for my romantic trajectory, really. I wish I could remember her last name.
3. If someone were to sum you up with a phrase, what would that phrase be?
For better or worse I don't pay a lot of attention to how people perceive me so I can't really answer this one. "She tries" seems likely. I'm open to suggestions.
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1. What was a situation where you literally did a double take?
Alas, no. Not sure if that's because I'm not easily surprised, but perhaps life will give me the opportunity at some point. They look fun.
2. Is there anyone that you're wondering about and if they're okay?
So many. One in particular has been on my mind lately. Terri Ann was probably my first crush but of course I didn't understand that at the time. I just knew I wanted to spend as much time as possible with her and we were almost inseparable our fourth grade year which was when she moved to town. I think she didn't have a good home life because I never went to her house to play, but she came to mine all the time. One day I called her house (the town I lived in was so small you only had to dial the last four digits) and nobody answered. I eventually found out she'd moved. Thus setting the precedent for my romantic trajectory, really. I wish I could remember her last name.
3. If someone were to sum you up with a phrase, what would that phrase be?
For better or worse I don't pay a lot of attention to how people perceive me so I can't really answer this one. "She tries" seems likely. I'm open to suggestions.
I think there's a lot of factors for people losing their conversational skills these days. I've mentioned Cole Jeanette here before because I appreciate his takes as a neurodivergent person who struggles with outwardly compassionate engagement. He offers practical, non-judgemental tips on how to talk with people, not at them. This recent post of his is a great step-by-step on how to converse in a way that shows people you're actually interested in them and their experiences. He also offers a small talk toolkit downloadable here.
To post or not to post....
Jan. 5th, 2024 09:23 amI'm considering posting The Price of Redemption (sequel to The Deconstruction of Hei Pao Shi) even though there's a more than likely chance I'm not going to finish. It's a bit more than halfway done. Would anyone be interested in reading the 66k words I currently have?
If you'd rather answer anonymously and you're on Tumblr I put a poll there.
eta: First chapter is up.
If you'd rather answer anonymously and you're on Tumblr I put a poll there.
eta: First chapter is up.
Fellow fans, please read
dhobikikutti's post A Call to Disinvest from the OTW and Sign in Support of Palestine as well as the linked Fanworkers International Coalition Statement of Solidarity with Palestine and consider signing.
From the DW post:
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From the DW post:
We deserve a liberatory organisation representing our interests. Fanworks only exist because of fanworkers--we need an organisation that is like an international union, not an undemocratic cabal of white, Global North hobbyists. We need fanworker representatives reaching out to other threatened artistic communities across the world, the many who are being arrested, attacked and killed for daring to make art that threatens majoritarian, fascist powers. For fuck's sake, how impoverished does your imagination have to be, to not connect your freedom to make art with Black peoples' freedom to breathe, and Palestinian peoples' freedom to live?
What disinvesting from and dismantling the OTW will look like is individualised for everyone according to their needs and abilities. The OTW has always had a very imperial British "we gave you trains" attitude towards the infrastructure they provide the communities they seek funding and social status from. It is perfectly legitimate to continue to use the trains while working to drive the colonisers out of power.
The most obscene part of the conversation that OTW tries to force fandom to have, of course, is derailing any impulse towards justice that centres the people actually harmed. Because it is inconceivable for the OTW to structurally think of Black fanworkers or Palestinian fanworkers as 'one of us', it expects everyone it interacts with to share this attitude of Othering.
What disinvesting from and dismantling the OTW will look like is individualised for everyone according to their needs and abilities. The OTW has always had a very imperial British "we gave you trains" attitude towards the infrastructure they provide the communities they seek funding and social status from. It is perfectly legitimate to continue to use the trains while working to drive the colonisers out of power.
The most obscene part of the conversation that OTW tries to force fandom to have, of course, is derailing any impulse towards justice that centres the people actually harmed. Because it is inconceivable for the OTW to structurally think of Black fanworkers or Palestinian fanworkers as 'one of us', it expects everyone it interacts with to share this attitude of Othering.