[sticky entry] Sticky: one point of divergence

Dec. 7th, 2015 02:47 pm
thanate: (bluehair)
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This article is mostly about addressing archaeology as a continuation of the cultures of native populations instead of ignoring the people who live there to "discover" things the locals already know. (Not an issue I ever dealt with, given that most of the sites I dug up were from displaced or otherwise no longer local people on a much shorter timescale.) But it took me weeks to read it because I kept having to stop and glory in this bit at the beginning:

As we were eating, Don Cipriano, the oldest of the Pech and an expert on the region’s archaeological sites and forests, asked if I had heard the lost city legend—the one about La Ciudad Blanca, or the White City. “I have heard the stories,” I said. Everyone in the region has heard them.

“It’s nearby,” he told me. “Just up this river, up on top of a hill.” I asked him if we should go see it. He told me we couldn’t. The site was sacred, he explained, and was the refuge of Indigenous gods who had fled when the Europeans had arrived nearly 500 years earlier. There were gods from all seven Indigenous groups, and if you went there and couldn’t speak to each one, they wouldn’t allow you to leave, he added. You needed to know all seven Indigenous languages, and nobody knew them all—not even him.


If that's not a writing prompt, I don't know what is.
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I had grand delusions about going to the Climate March, and then grauwulf had a speaking engagement in Canada, and the EV caravans were focused on carpooling so you could sell your passengers on EV technology (um... did I mention we got a Volt? I didn't, did I? Someone rear-ended the little red car (Honda Insight) & we went from "well, technically we have 2 cars so we don't need another one" to grauwulf picking out the car he wanted in about a week. It is pretty cool and has magic key technology. And then we bought the 13-acre woods, so April was for spending all the money...) and the nearest metro station to us was closed & the train down had big warnings about how they expected to be mobbed, and I've been having allergies and/or the sick the others had last weekend that kept us from going to the Science March, and I wasn't quite up for that much adventure with a 4-year-old Megatherium in tow.

So the dolls are having a Climate Rally on the front steps. Boxes were opened. (Ask me next week how many of the secondhand barbie collection makes it back into the boxes...) We would have had more, but I ran out of clothes. Barbie clothes are the Megatherium's yard sale quest for the year, so there perhaps next time we can do better.



all the pictures )

Improvements for future rounds include more glitter pens, and getting sign-making help from a few more people who can actually write. (The Megatherium had a sign which didn't make it out here saying "Save the Weather please / thank you" but she only wrote the first "s" herself.) Also we have a strange lack of ocean-related signage, & probably a couple other holes I haven't noticed yet.
thanate: (darkkerrigan)
Just ticked the ticky box long enough to pop over here & say I'm turning off cross-posting from Dreamwidth: I'll be over here (and on twitter) if you want to keep in touch, & please do ping me if you're on the DW side & I haven't tracked you down yet.

I shall continue to miss the lj that was, now with extra bonus not supporting the creepy Russian Mafia new owners, or whatever they are.
thanate: (darkkerrigan)
Apparently lj has taken another dive into the (a)moral abyss? I haven't been over there yet, but it looks like a good time to switch everyone who's on DW over to my actual DW feed...

Who else is over on the DW side that I'm not following here yet? hard link to comment for those interested

Anyway, I'll probably keep cross-posting for a while, mainly because I'm lazy, but the slow migration away from all that is past continues. (And it's not as if I'm supporting lj; I still cling to my ancient ad-free basic account, which is why I've never added more than 5 icons.)
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Well. 2 or maybe that's 3 months of successive rounds of minor illness later...

I don't journal anymore, do I. Bah. I've read about three books off my giant TBR stacks, a few library books, and a lot of bits out of backyard habitat books. Maybe I should do a review of those at some point, but that would involve taking notes. I have an online css course queued up, which is the major obstacle between me and remaking my website into what I think I want instead of how grauwulf interpreted what I said I wanted and adding a backyard naturalist blog component. Tho it would probably be easier to give up and do a wordpress blog which I hate for amorphous personal aesthetic reasons that are most likely pretty stupid. (Well, that and the lack of lj-style reading aggregations.)

We're working on buying 13 acres of hillside and stream conservation woodland near Liberty Reservoir out west of Baltimore, slowed up slightly by our bank's saying when asked that of course they do lot loans, no problem! up until the final check of paperwork before submitting at which point they say, no we can't do anything without a house on it. Thanks guys. So we're on round two of paperwork with somewhere else and less excellent terms, but we're still on the probably worth it side of the equation.

Dithering has gone roughly as follows:

*Woods!!! I don't even have a mental concept of how huge 13 acres is, and it's full of trees with a very nice stream at the bottom. 100 yr+ woodland, mainly tulip & red & white oak, some hickory & a couple beech trees (by my not terribly practiced once-over in winter) with some deer sign, but also some non-invasive understory.

*also full of invasives, including fields of lesser celandine which we'd have to hire someone who's certified to buy Rodeo (the wetland-safer version of roundup) to herbicide for us some February, ugh. May lose the skunk cabbage when we do that.

*3 or so acres of buildable land on kind of steep hillside at the top. But we could build a house into the hill!!! (grauwulf, thinking of hobbit holes, was skeptical, but I dug him up some more modern earth-sheltered designs & I think we're at least on adjacent pages now.)

*for the short term, we'd be looking at a prefab weekend cabin/writing retreat, with larger building to come later & possible "retiring" to there when the Megatherium gets done with school.

*What kind of idiot retires to a house with no level ground? Almost-40 me is cool with living in a tower. Most likely 60-year-old me will be also, but should I live to 80+, this may not be the convenient place to be.

*It's well above the predicted levels of the sea coming to get us, and if I walk up and down that crazy steep slope daily, I'll be/stay in far better shape than any other future presently on offer.

*There is basically not anywhere more convenient to live than where we are, certainly not this property, in terms of access to everything.

*It's only about a half hour drive from home. Can I do enough good with 13 acres to justify driving back and forth for 20+ years? Nobody else is stepping up to do that good, tho...

*I could plant chestnut trees!!!

*There are entirely unauthorized & in fact illegal 4-wheeler trails down by the stream, so we'd have to address that.

*When we got 2" of ice pellets this week, they got 8" of real snow. But buying here basically means I'll never be moving to where it really does snow in the winters, wherever that'll be in 20 years anyway.

We basically concluded that even if we end up never doing more than having a tiny cabin out there & improving the habitat a little it's worth doing. Probably. So we'll see.

Xposty from dreamwidth.
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Well. 2 or maybe that's 3 months of successive rounds of minor illness later...

I don't journal anymore, do I. Bah. I've read about three books off my giant TBR stacks, a few library books, and a lot of bits out of backyard habitat books. Maybe I should do a review of those at some point, but that would involve taking notes. I have an online css course queued up, which is the major obstacle between me and remaking my website into what I think I want instead of how grauwulf interpreted what I said I wanted and adding a backyard naturalist blog component. Tho it would probably be easier to give up and do a wordpress blog which I hate for amorphous personal aesthetic reasons that are most likely pretty stupid. (Well, that and the lack of lj-style reading aggregations.)

We're working on buying 13 acres of hillside and stream conservation woodland near Liberty Reservoir out west of Baltimore, slowed up slightly by our bank's saying when asked that of course they do lot loans, no problem! up until the final check of paperwork before submitting at which point they say, no we can't do anything without a house on it. Thanks guys. So we're on round two of paperwork with somewhere else and less excellent terms, but we're still on the probably worth it side of the equation.

Dithering has gone roughly as follows:

*Woods!!! I don't even have a mental concept of how huge 13 acres is, and it's full of trees with a very nice stream at the bottom. 100 yr+ woodland, mainly tulip & red & white oak, some hickory & a couple beech trees (by my not terribly practiced once-over in winter) with some deer sign, but also some non-invasive understory.

*also full of invasives, including fields of lesser celandine which we'd have to hire someone who's certified to buy Rodeo (the wetland-safer version of roundup) to herbicide for us some February, ugh. May lose the skunk cabbage when we do that.

*3 or so acres of buildable land on kind of steep hillside at the top. But we could build a house into the hill!!! (grauwulf, thinking of hobbit holes, was skeptical, but I dug him up some more modern earth-sheltered designs & I think we're at least on adjacent pages now.)

*for the short term, we'd be looking at a prefab weekend cabin/writing retreat, with larger building to come later & possible "retiring" to there when the Megatherium gets done with school.

*What kind of idiot retires to a house with no level ground? Almost-40 me is cool with living in a tower. Most likely 60-year-old me will be also, but should I live to 80+, this may not be the convenient place to be.

*It's well above the predicted levels of the sea coming to get us, and if I walk up and down that crazy steep slope daily, I'll be/stay in far better shape than any other future presently on offer.

*There is basically not anywhere more convenient to live than where we are, certainly not this property, in terms of access to everything.

*It's only about a half hour drive from home. Can I do enough good with 13 acres to justify driving back and forth for 20+ years? Nobody else is stepping up to do that good, tho...

*I could plant chestnut trees!!!

*There are entirely unauthorized & in fact illegal 4-wheeler trails down by the stream, so we'd have to address that.

*When we got 2" of ice pellets this week, they got 8" of real snow. But buying here basically means I'll never be moving to where it really does snow in the winters, wherever that'll be in 20 years anyway.

We basically concluded that even if we end up never doing more than having a tiny cabin out there & improving the habitat a little it's worth doing. Probably. So we'll see.
thanate: (bluehair)
Well, began the new year with my first stomach flu in 30 years, so that was less than ideal, and current events is full of far more people than usual that I'd happily wish stomach flu upon.

After scouring Craigslist for used cubby shelves and coming up entirely blank (and hating every minute of trying to e-mail people and mostly not hearing back anyway) I got 4 of the 4x4 Kallax cubes from Ikea while they were on sale for $20. (So, supporting new construction, & offgassing toxic MDF chemicals in our house, but low hassle & no chance of getting smoke-infused ones...) Anyway, several problematic organizational problems have now been solved-- the amount of crap that lives on my child's bedroom floor is greatly reduced-- and I have discovered the extent of another problem.

This is my TBR shelf:



It hasn't really changed much in the last several years, because this is the bookshelf I assembled last night and populated with most of the stacks of unread books hanging about in my room:



Not pictured are a couple library books and the stack of things I was more than a couple chapters into that remains on the floor by my bed. And a forgotten shelf & a half of hand-me-down paperbacks on one of the gaps among the read & approved to stay paperbacks....

It is possible that I have a bit of a problem here. (The name of this problem is "if it doesn't come with a library deadline, I may never get to it.") It is time to declare a Year of Using Everything Up on the bookshelf: read it or get rid of it. I have 97 non-picture-books in my reading log from last year, so I could theoretically clear the new shelf handily and still get to enjoy some new releases. (Also about a third of the new-shelf books are freebies from WFC in 2014, so I'm sure I'll bounce off some of them & be able to re-release them into the wild.) So far, however, I've been staring in glassy-eyed choice-paralysis and then being dragged away by my child.

(The Year of Using Everything Up may also get extended to the craft room; so far I've been cleaning in short segments until I find that I've wound down to just staring at things-- half an hour at most-- and blocking off the door with the sewing machine table I just moved out of the Megatherium's room so that she doesn't come in and restore chaos while I'm elsewhere.)

My brain remains mostly spun down, but I have signed the Megatherium up for 5 mornings/week of preschool for next year. Today is not eternal.

ETA-- also, the toilet situation has progressed; praising her for noticing she needs to go and running to the toilet seems to be what was needed. Now it's just getting her to finish up and get out of the bathroom again that's a challenge, as she's teaching her invisible class from the potty and finding letters from Santa on the toilet paper.

Xposty from dreamwidth.
thanate: (bluehair)
Well, began the new year with my first stomach flu in 30 years, so that was less than ideal, and current events is full of far more people than usual that I'd happily wish stomach flu upon.

After scouring Craigslist for used cubby shelves and coming up entirely blank (and hating every minute of trying to e-mail people and mostly not hearing back anyway) I got 4 of the 4x4 Kallax cubes from Ikea while they were on sale for $20. (So, supporting new construction, & offgassing toxic MDF chemicals in our house, but low hassle & no chance of getting smoke-infused ones...) Anyway, several problematic organizational problems have now been solved-- the amount of crap that lives on my child's bedroom floor is greatly reduced-- and I have discovered the extent of another problem.

This is my TBR shelf:



It hasn't really changed much in the last several years, because this is the bookshelf I assembled last night and populated with most of the stacks of unread books hanging about in my room:



Not pictured are a couple library books and the stack of things I was more than a couple chapters into that remains on the floor by my bed. And a forgotten shelf & a half of hand-me-down paperbacks on one of the gaps among the read & approved to stay paperbacks....

It is possible that I have a bit of a problem here. (The name of this problem is "if it doesn't come with a library deadline, I may never get to it.") It is time to declare a Year of Using Everything Up on the bookshelf: read it or get rid of it. I have 97 non-picture-books in my reading log from last year, so I could theoretically clear the new shelf handily and still get to enjoy some new releases. (Also about a third of the new-shelf books are freebies from WFC in 2014, so I'm sure I'll bounce off some of them & be able to re-release them into the wild.) So far, however, I've been staring in glassy-eyed choice-paralysis and then being dragged away by my child.

(The Year of Using Everything Up may also get extended to the craft room; so far I've been cleaning in short segments until I find that I've wound down to just staring at things-- half an hour at most-- and blocking off the door with the sewing machine table I just moved out of the Megatherium's room so that she doesn't come in and restore chaos while I'm elsewhere.)

My brain remains mostly spun down, but I have signed the Megatherium up for 5 mornings/week of preschool for next year. Today is not eternal.

ETA-- also, the toilet situation has progressed; praising her for noticing she needs to go and running to the toilet seems to be what was needed. Now it's just getting her to finish up and get out of the bathroom again that's a challenge, as she's teaching her invisible class from the potty and finding letters from Santa on the toilet paper.
thanate: (octopus)
(which *cough* stunningly inane bit of doggerel has been floating about in my head for a day or two, but I have managed to resist singing it where my child might overhear and demand that I sing it over and over and over again. As she would. I likewise managed to avoid incessant demands for figgy pudding.)

So, 38. We've got another round of minor sick going around, so I've been more than usually spacey and staring at walls today. Tried to go see Moana, but I had underestimated the mad theater crowds on a post-Christmas Christmas holiday Monday, so I guess I'll go see it with my mother on Friday instead. Which is ok too. Instead I came home and did some more pruning of my winter garden so that all the paths in the backyard are passable and maybe the squirrels won't be able to get to the screen on the dining room window so they can climb up it towards the bird feeders, leaving little scuffs and holes with their claws.

Then we went out for Thai food followed by ice skating. Her Megatheriosity had a grand time sliding about on double-bladed training skates clinging to a stack of buckets, a parent or two, or occasionally the wall. She flips between trying to walk and not trying to balance at all with other people dragging her, but so far so good. Neither grauwulf nor I had been skating in almost 20 years, but we managed to keep our feet and have a good time also. If we do this many more times, tho, I need to look for a pair of used figure skates that aren't built like ski boots & rub holes in my ankle.

Goals for the new year of me... I am backing off of writing for a while because my writer brain is kind of buried underneath a giant pile of introvert/life-stress. (my child went to preschool and then stopped napping. Followed by stopping using the toilet. So my time to be a solitary grownup has noticeably decreased.) But I want to do more projects-- both craft things & naturalist things. Maybe add the naturalist section to my website that was part of the plan when I launched it before the Megatherium was born. Continue donating to causes that make the world a better place. Probably continue pestering politicians (tho my congresspeople are about as with me already as it gets so far) in the hopes that it'll help, or at least get easier to do. Continue trying to balance self-care and productivity and parenting without falling off any of them. Teach the cat to use his new puzzle feeders. Reteach my child to use the toilet always. Eventually relocate my writing brain. Do fun things, do important things, do good things, drink tea, get sleep. We're also considering acquiring some property somewhere a little higher up and farther inland in case the ocean comes for Baltimore sooner than presently anticipated. Live.

Xposty from dreamwidth.
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(which *cough* stunningly inane bit of doggerel has been floating about in my head for a day or two, but I have managed to resist singing it where my child might overhear and demand that I sing it over and over and over again. As she would. I likewise managed to avoid incessant demands for figgy pudding.)

So, 38. We've got another round of minor sick going around, so I've been more than usually spacey and staring at walls today. Tried to go see Moana, but I had underestimated the mad theater crowds on a post-Christmas Christmas holiday Monday, so I guess I'll go see it with my mother on Friday instead. Which is ok too. Instead I came home and did some more pruning of my winter garden so that all the paths in the backyard are passable and maybe the squirrels won't be able to get to the screen on the dining room window so they can climb up it towards the bird feeders, leaving little scuffs and holes with their claws.

Then we went out for Thai food followed by ice skating. Her Megatheriosity had a grand time sliding about on double-bladed training skates clinging to a stack of buckets, a parent or two, or occasionally the wall. She flips between trying to walk and not trying to balance at all with other people dragging her, but so far so good. Neither grauwulf nor I had been skating in almost 20 years, but we managed to keep our feet and have a good time also. If we do this many more times, tho, I need to look for a pair of used figure skates that aren't built like ski boots & rub holes in my ankle.

Goals for the new year of me... I am backing off of writing for a while because my writer brain is kind of buried underneath a giant pile of introvert/life-stress. (my child went to preschool and then stopped napping. Followed by stopping using the toilet. So my time to be a solitary grownup has noticeably decreased.) But I want to do more projects-- both craft things & naturalist things. Maybe add the naturalist section to my website that was part of the plan when I launched it before the Megatherium was born. Continue donating to causes that make the world a better place. Probably continue pestering politicians (tho my congresspeople are about as with me already as it gets so far) in the hopes that it'll help, or at least get easier to do. Continue trying to balance self-care and productivity and parenting without falling off any of them. Teach the cat to use his new puzzle feeders. Reteach my child to use the toilet always. Eventually relocate my writing brain. Do fun things, do important things, do good things, drink tea, get sleep. We're also considering acquiring some property somewhere a little higher up and farther inland in case the ocean comes for Baltimore sooner than presently anticipated. Live.
thanate: (whirlpool)
Twitter serves the button-pushing addiction far better than lj ever did, of course, but writing long-form feeds the soul rather better. Besides that I hate (have always hated!) politics as played out by modern governments, and deeply resent it when the world gets so stupid I have to be one of the people yelling about it. (This is me being a spoiled brat, but it's also about as deeply rooted in my psyche as long hair being good. Why haven't the people who *want* to worry about this stuff fixed it yet??) Anyway, my twitter-crowd is buzzing about all the wrong with the world and whom one ought to call about it today, which makes it rather less of a mental support network than previously.

I have sorted out a weekly donation budget, and am occasionally delighted when something I would otherwise have donated to meets its goal & closes before I get there. I've made some phone calls, though not so many as I might have if the Megatherium didn't periodically try to climb on my head when I'm on the phone. There are Christmas presents; I have so far not fallen back into sobbing on the kitchen floor levels of melt-down while dealing with a demanding child who wants to play endless games of present wrapping (and unwrapping, and leaving the unwrapped toys scattered in the walkway) and fielding high levels of not-my depressive meltdowns. Finally made it into the super-secret behavioral health phone-only-access system on our healthcare & talked to a therapist-- I've only seen her twice, so the jury's still out on how helpful this really is (especially when I can't schedule appointments online) but it's nice to make the occasional designated space to complain about things.

The Megatherium and I have been playing Skylanders: Giants, which is obviously better when you have someone to leap up enthusiastically and swap figurines for you, and I really like that it has a "set all the fighting to easy" mode. Still disappointed that I can't chop Flynn-the-creep to bits, tho.

Not writing. Reading a bit. Let my SFWA membership lapse because I'm feeling so not-currently-writerly that I don't even want to go to cons and then while the renewal e-mail was sitting in my inbox there was another round of organization-specific poorly managed drama. I just went up to the loft to plug in my laptop at my supposedly-for-writing desk and discovered that the calendar is still on September. I was going to take writing time while my child was in pre-school, but then she stopped napping (and when she does nap, then she's awake half the night, so it's not much of an improvement.) Signing her up for 5 mornings a week next year, but that's not until next fall. In the mean time, I'm trying to remember to do more things that are me-like and wouldn't be entirely alien to my 12-year-old self. While still working to keep idiots from destroying the world.

Xposty from dreamwidth.
thanate: (whirlpool)
Twitter serves the button-pushing addiction far better than lj ever did, of course, but writing long-form feeds the soul rather better. Besides that I hate (have always hated!) politics as played out by modern governments, and deeply resent it when the world gets so stupid I have to be one of the people yelling about it. (This is me being a spoiled brat, but it's also about as deeply rooted in my psyche as long hair being good. Why haven't the people who *want* to worry about this stuff fixed it yet??) Anyway, my twitter-crowd is buzzing about all the wrong with the world and whom one ought to call about it today, which makes it rather less of a mental support network than previously.

I have sorted out a weekly donation budget, and am occasionally delighted when something I would otherwise have donated to meets its goal & closes before I get there. I've made some phone calls, though not so many as I might have if the Megatherium didn't periodically try to climb on my head when I'm on the phone. There are Christmas presents; I have so far not fallen back into sobbing on the kitchen floor levels of melt-down while dealing with a demanding child who wants to play endless games of present wrapping (and unwrapping, and leaving the unwrapped toys scattered in the walkway) and fielding high levels of not-my depressive meltdowns. Finally made it into the super-secret behavioral health phone-only-access system on our healthcare & talked to a therapist-- I've only seen her twice, so the jury's still out on how helpful this really is (especially when I can't schedule appointments online) but it's nice to make the occasional designated space to complain about things.

The Megatherium and I have been playing Skylanders: Giants, which is obviously better when you have someone to leap up enthusiastically and swap figurines for you, and I really like that it has a "set all the fighting to easy" mode. Still disappointed that I can't chop Flynn-the-creep to bits, tho.

Not writing. Reading a bit. Let my SFWA membership lapse because I'm feeling so not-currently-writerly that I don't even want to go to cons and then while the renewal e-mail was sitting in my inbox there was another round of organization-specific poorly managed drama. I just went up to the loft to plug in my laptop at my supposedly-for-writing desk and discovered that the calendar is still on September. I was going to take writing time while my child was in pre-school, but then she stopped napping (and when she does nap, then she's awake half the night, so it's not much of an improvement.) Signing her up for 5 mornings a week next year, but that's not until next fall. In the mean time, I'm trying to remember to do more things that are me-like and wouldn't be entirely alien to my 12-year-old self. While still working to keep idiots from destroying the world.
thanate: (darkkerrigan)
When I'm asked about religion, I usually start by explaining that I was raised by a vocal atheist & an occasionally observant christian, and I've never been quite comfortable with Believing in things. I spent a bunch of time in my early 20s singing in the UU choir directed by my housemate's father, and while I loved the choir part, the services never quite stopped making me vaguely uncomfortable. They all began with a statement of "You are welcome here despite [a list of what sounded like all the things that might be *wrong* with you.]"

Nearing-40 me has a little more patience with the things that other people need to hear iterated, even if I retain my vast oceans of self-confidence about my own personhood & that of others. I hope to retain that, despite efforts of horrifying people to regress a lifetime's worth of social progress. (My mother's lifetime, if not my grandmother's.) I also hope that we don't sit here arguing bitterly about who gets to be Real until the ice caps melt & the oceans come for us all. There's at least someone who thinks there's still hope: There will never be a better time to save the planet.

It's a nice vision, anyway. And he's right about it not being a battle where we can just give up. I hope there's provision for wildlife in those walkable densely packed city transit corridors he's proposing, tho.

Anyway, I am still mired in my toddler-bound, depression-laced world, with a spouse who's spent the last month intermittently sick & a child who's given up on peeing in the toilet again, but I have been meaning to do a little more boots-on-the-ground naturalist & climate outreach for years, so we'll see if I can manage to share a little of that.

Hang in there, people. It's a scary world right now (or maybe it always was one) & I already know one person who chose not to continue living in it. Eat, hydrate, sleep, do the stuff that needs doing, and do your best to be furious about the right things.

Xposty from dreamwidth.
thanate: (darkkerrigan)
When I'm asked about religion, I usually start by explaining that I was raised by a vocal atheist & an occasionally observant christian, and I've never been quite comfortable with Believing in things. I spent a bunch of time in my early 20s singing in the UU choir directed by my housemate's father, and while I loved the choir part, the services never quite stopped making me vaguely uncomfortable. They all began with a statement of "You are welcome here despite [a list of what sounded like all the things that might be *wrong* with you.]"

Nearing-40 me has a little more patience with the things that other people need to hear iterated, even if I retain my vast oceans of self-confidence about my own personhood & that of others. I hope to retain that, despite efforts of horrifying people to regress a lifetime's worth of social progress. (My mother's lifetime, if not my grandmother's.) I also hope that we don't sit here arguing bitterly about who gets to be Real until the ice caps melt & the oceans come for us all. There's at least someone who thinks there's still hope: There will never be a better time to save the planet.

It's a nice vision, anyway. And he's right about it not being a battle where we can just give up. I hope there's provision for wildlife in those walkable densely packed city transit corridors he's proposing, tho.

Anyway, I am still mired in my toddler-bound, depression-laced world, with a spouse who's spent the last month intermittently sick & a child who's given up on peeing in the toilet again, but I have been meaning to do a little more boots-on-the-ground naturalist & climate outreach for years, so we'll see if I can manage to share a little of that.

Hang in there, people. It's a scary world right now (or maybe it always was one) & I already know one person who chose not to continue living in it. Eat, hydrate, sleep, do the stuff that needs doing, and do your best to be furious about the right things.
thanate: (bluehair)
I just updated my website! (er, to include the story that came out two months ago...) But this means that after more than a year, I finally have an FTP program that works on my computer again, so theoretically I can post pictures here as well as on twitter. (For those who are looking for Megatherium pictures & effluvia, it's here) I also rediscovered a set of notes for a thinky post I was going to post months ago, which I might even still be able to reconstruct. (This is still not that post.)

We have achieved potty trained!!! I eventually had to resort to saying that children who pooped in their underwear didn't get read books, which lasted for about three days and then once she actually used the potty I could do the positive reinforcement thing. (And then we had three days of peeing where she stood before I managed to get across that this was not ok either, but we got there, thank goodness.) She's rocking the boy underwear-- we got two day-of-the-week sets with tools on them, which are grand, fit pretty well, and are sturdy enough that she can pull them up by herself. We have our toddler-included preschool orientation night next week, and then jump on in the day after Labor Day. Other people keep expecting the Megatherium to be nervous about it for some reason, but she is quite excited. Other children!! Yay!! One of them lives right down the street from us and was born 4 days after she was, but we haven't caught them at home since we got the class list.

We weathered Pennsic-- first week mainly, as grauwulf's amazing moving work trip to Germany finally settled on the week we were supposed to be on vacation. Her Megatheriosity had a blast after she figured out about tent pegs the hard way and had her eyebrow glued back together. (Fortunately we were camped two blocks from the EMS station, & she's a very good patient-- she spent the rest of the war reminding us that "there's where the water is, and the misting tent, and that's where we went to get my boo-boo fixed." (She named it her boo-boo; the terminology was not adult imposed)) The new camp (Ravenstreet) is full of cooks, which confuses me; I am used to wandering about & buying snacky things or ice cream for lunch, and they have 3 meals a day in camp, but no firepit. Anyway, we're already planning on going for both weeks next year. Though, there was also talk about the Helsinki Worldcon, so we'll see.

We have been escaping the heat (kind of) by visiting mall playgrounds so the Megatherium has something to climb on that isn't me-- she bonded with a slightly-larger boy last week & they played self-initiated hide-and-seek and some run around & jumping games before his adults took him elsewhere; we came out of the mall & she announced that she "wants a boyfriend who lives right down the street from us." (I mentioned child-in-her-preschool-class, but we still haven't met him yet.)

Meanwhile I have been reading Greta Eagan's Wear No Evil-- in the mall, no less, for extra irony. On the whole I like the concept of eco-fashion, but like so many of these things I am not quite the target audience. About half her fashion needs just don't apply to my life, and her basic wardrobe evaluation techniques don't take into account the possibility of making one's own. So my closet is about 90% "eco-fashionable" already, since that's how much of it is either secondhand or made by me (or both, or in a few cases made for me as a gift, or made in USA by independent crafters.) My dresser is mostly split between thrifted and 100% problematic cotton things. So, I guess less buying cheap t-shirts is about where I go from here. Or investigating organic or low-impact dyestuff sewing fabrics. (tho, mostly not buying more fabric for the next year is on my goal list. Gotta sew some of it first!)

I also tore through rereading Rose Daughter the other day and am now wishing that McKinley would write something pastoral with sisters in. All this beast and ancient sorcerer's battles nonsense was getting in the way of the family gossip! (Also, did anyone else find the marriage bit kind of tacked on? I don't think it's explained why this solves anything...) And then I started reading Binti which was very much Not That. Yeah.

Green fashion leads to green beauty stuff, & I've been poking at where to find what (and what beauty products I'm actually interested in, which is mostly not a lot, but it's in the interesting kitchen chemistry sort of field, and maybe when the Megatherium & friends grow into starting to experiment we can do make & take parties?) and also fancy mocktail drinks. Toddler cocktail parties!! (I mean, this is really for me, since I don't like alcohol, but hey, excuses to dress up and stab appetizers with tiny forks! What's not to love?) I got vanilla stevia on someone's pinterest recommendation and while I like having a liquid sweetener where I can dose a whole giant mug of limeade with about 5 drops, I then go and add a teaspoon of vanilla as well. Plus usually using the chilled sun tea in the fridge instead of water. And I'm squeezing my own limes, very glamorous, and nobody else in the family is actually that interested. Whatever. I also got Republic of Tea's vanilla dandelion tea which I quite like.

So, things, as advertised.

Xposty from dreamwidth.
thanate: (bluehair)
I just updated my website! (er, to include the story that came out two months ago...) But this means that after more than a year, I finally have an FTP program that works on my computer again, so theoretically I can post pictures here as well as on twitter. (For those who are looking for Megatherium pictures & effluvia, it's here) I also rediscovered a set of notes for a thinky post I was going to post months ago, which I might even still be able to reconstruct. (This is still not that post.)

We have achieved potty trained!!! I eventually had to resort to saying that children who pooped in their underwear didn't get read books, which lasted for about three days and then once she actually used the potty I could do the positive reinforcement thing. (And then we had three days of peeing where she stood before I managed to get across that this was not ok either, but we got there, thank goodness.) She's rocking the boy underwear-- we got two day-of-the-week sets with tools on them, which are grand, fit pretty well, and are sturdy enough that she can pull them up by herself. We have our toddler-included preschool orientation night next week, and then jump on in the day after Labor Day. Other people keep expecting the Megatherium to be nervous about it for some reason, but she is quite excited. Other children!! Yay!! One of them lives right down the street from us and was born 4 days after she was, but we haven't caught them at home since we got the class list.

We weathered Pennsic-- first week mainly, as grauwulf's amazing moving work trip to Germany finally settled on the week we were supposed to be on vacation. Her Megatheriosity had a blast after she figured out about tent pegs the hard way and had her eyebrow glued back together. (Fortunately we were camped two blocks from the EMS station, & she's a very good patient-- she spent the rest of the war reminding us that "there's where the water is, and the misting tent, and that's where we went to get my boo-boo fixed." (She named it her boo-boo; the terminology was not adult imposed)) The new camp (Ravenstreet) is full of cooks, which confuses me; I am used to wandering about & buying snacky things or ice cream for lunch, and they have 3 meals a day in camp, but no firepit. Anyway, we're already planning on going for both weeks next year. Though, there was also talk about the Helsinki Worldcon, so we'll see.

We have been escaping the heat (kind of) by visiting mall playgrounds so the Megatherium has something to climb on that isn't me-- she bonded with a slightly-larger boy last week & they played self-initiated hide-and-seek and some run around & jumping games before his adults took him elsewhere; we came out of the mall & she announced that she "wants a boyfriend who lives right down the street from us." (I mentioned child-in-her-preschool-class, but we still haven't met him yet.)

Meanwhile I have been reading Greta Eagan's Wear No Evil-- in the mall, no less, for extra irony. On the whole I like the concept of eco-fashion, but like so many of these things I am not quite the target audience. About half her fashion needs just don't apply to my life, and her basic wardrobe evaluation techniques don't take into account the possibility of making one's own. So my closet is about 90% "eco-fashionable" already, since that's how much of it is either secondhand or made by me (or both, or in a few cases made for me as a gift, or made in USA by independent crafters.) My dresser is mostly split between thrifted and 100% problematic cotton things. So, I guess less buying cheap t-shirts is about where I go from here. Or investigating organic or low-impact dyestuff sewing fabrics. (tho, mostly not buying more fabric for the next year is on my goal list. Gotta sew some of it first!)

I also tore through rereading Rose Daughter the other day and am now wishing that McKinley would write something pastoral with sisters in. All this beast and ancient sorcerer's battles nonsense was getting in the way of the family gossip! (Also, did anyone else find the marriage bit kind of tacked on? I don't think it's explained why this solves anything...) And then I started reading Binti which was very much Not That. Yeah.

Green fashion leads to green beauty stuff, & I've been poking at where to find what (and what beauty products I'm actually interested in, which is mostly not a lot, but it's in the interesting kitchen chemistry sort of field, and maybe when the Megatherium & friends grow into starting to experiment we can do make & take parties?) and also fancy mocktail drinks. Toddler cocktail parties!! (I mean, this is really for me, since I don't like alcohol, but hey, excuses to dress up and stab appetizers with tiny forks! What's not to love?) I got vanilla stevia on someone's pinterest recommendation and while I like having a liquid sweetener where I can dose a whole giant mug of limeade with about 5 drops, I then go and add a teaspoon of vanilla as well. Plus usually using the chilled sun tea in the fridge instead of water. And I'm squeezing my own limes, very glamorous, and nobody else in the family is actually that interested. Whatever. I also got Republic of Tea's vanilla dandelion tea which I quite like.

So, things, as advertised.
thanate: (whirlpool)
My pregnant insomniac meets the Wild Hunt story is up at Beneath Ceaseless Skies today: Mortal Eyes, also with surprise(!) audio edition.

...I guess I need to update my website. *cough*

Xposty from dreamwidth.
thanate: (whirlpool)
My pregnant insomniac meets the Wild Hunt story is up at Beneath Ceaseless Skies today: Mortal Eyes, also with surprise(!) audio edition.

...I guess I need to update my website. *cough*
thanate: (bluehair)
So we're pre-registered for Pennsic in a grauwulf-approved camp (Ravenstreet) and I have sewing to do so that her Megatheriosity has got more than two short tunics and a cloak to her name. Also I get to break out the glorious de Gheyn pattern and swear at it some more (I hate-hate-hate working with Reconstructing History patterns; they are always badly aliased, insufficiently labeled, and full of confusing instructions. Fortunately for this one I've already done a doublet, so I can refer to that for any confusing bits of the cassock, which is what grauwulf wants.)

Meanwhile, the Megatherium continues to fight tooth and nail against potty training, which is going to be a *problem* if we don't sort it out before she's supposed to start pre-school in the fall. Of course if she does actually potty train, I'm going to have to find her some underwear that's not massively too big for her, since the smallest standard size is still too big in the leg holes. I am taking out my frustrations this week by buying books I haven't actually got time to read, all of which will probably arrive when we're out of town for my family reunion. Because of course. Grauwulf is currently asleep on the living room floor because he's done something unfortunate to his back and was convinced he wouldn't be able to sleep, & so couldn't go to bed.

And also Hancock Fabrics is closing. We made a last pilgrimage to pick over the dead whale carcass this afternoon (actually there's still rather a lot there) but I want to wander around waveing my arms and explaining that it's like Borders dying all over again. Also the Jo-Ann in Columbia is always majorly understaffed at the cutting tables.

Apparently I'm cranky. Maybe I should go to bed.

Xposty from dreamwidth.
thanate: (bluehair)
So we're pre-registered for Pennsic in a grauwulf-approved camp (Ravenstreet) and I have sewing to do so that her Megatheriosity has got more than two short tunics and a cloak to her name. Also I get to break out the glorious de Gheyn pattern and swear at it some more (I hate-hate-hate working with Reconstructing History patterns; they are always badly aliased, insufficiently labeled, and full of confusing instructions. Fortunately for this one I've already done a doublet, so I can refer to that for any confusing bits of the cassock, which is what grauwulf wants.)

Meanwhile, the Megatherium continues to fight tooth and nail against potty training, which is going to be a *problem* if we don't sort it out before she's supposed to start pre-school in the fall. Of course if she does actually potty train, I'm going to have to find her some underwear that's not massively too big for her, since the smallest standard size is still too big in the leg holes. I am taking out my frustrations this week by buying books I haven't actually got time to read, all of which will probably arrive when we're out of town for my family reunion. Because of course. Grauwulf is currently asleep on the living room floor because he's done something unfortunate to his back and was convinced he wouldn't be able to sleep, & so couldn't go to bed.

And also Hancock Fabrics is closing. We made a last pilgrimage to pick over the dead whale carcass this afternoon (actually there's still rather a lot there) but I want to wander around waveing my arms and explaining that it's like Borders dying all over again. Also the Jo-Ann in Columbia is always majorly understaffed at the cutting tables.

Apparently I'm cranky. Maybe I should go to bed.

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