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Family Stories
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 6 of 9 (working)
word count (story only): 1198


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, this is a Finn family story which includes Shiv, Boss White and the Ebonies and Ivories. ::


:: Author's note: following through on the teaching-storytelling model has increased the length of the story significantly, but including these details seems to be following the audience's preference. Details become even more important when the personal and practical intertwine. ::


back to part five
to the Finn Family index
on to part seven




“So… it's kind of like what Cook calls 'kitchen sink soup?” Shiv ventured.

Heron wanted to shout for joy at Shiv's willingness to take a risk and engage. Instead, his lips quirked up as he nodded. “Exactly. As long as you get the basic ratio right, and do not over-knead it, this bread will work with pretty much anything you want to try. You want a holiday bread with fancy orange peel and some canned pumpkin, go for it. Let me show you what I mean for ratios.” He put a teaspoon of the baking powder they'd just mixed up next to the mountain of flour, then a pinch of salt. “Salt makes the bread turn brown better, so don't leave it out. If you want a pinch of sugar, to make the buttermilk seem a little less sour, that works, too.”
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News

Sep. 22nd, 2017 09:58 am
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Yes, I made the decision to buy the remainder of the Rider and Speaker books as they are not selling. Sales have been bad. The books have not been moving just as quickly as I'd though. Not sure whether it's due to marketing or that Singapore's indeed a small market - but I think it's time to take them off the shelves.
They have languished long enough. :/

That the remainder cost approx. 800 SGD... well, will be a strain on my pockets, but I pray the pain is worth it.

EDIT: If you can't help, just say so. Don't have to tell me "I am sorry" or "At least you have some sales, but sadly most don't have".

EDIT 2: I was receiving responses like the ones seen above.

SIGNAL BOOST and also a check in

Sep. 21st, 2017 09:52 am
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We are in Ohio and well! We've had a [personal profile] forests_of_fire on and off and are gonna explore North Market a little later today. We fell in love with Tim Horton's coffee and our hotel has great waffles and I apparently calm down a lot on planes once the initial take-off is done, so. Everything is good!

Now on to more important things: [personal profile] analise010 is a wonderful, awesome person who I have been lucky enough over the last -- near-year? Something like that. She is great, and she is also having problems with jobs. Her goal is to become an actuary -- which requires a test, which requires a truly ridiculous amount of money to charge people.

She is looking to raise money, and offering Tarot/Oracle readings. Her readings are great, so if you have a little extra to spare, please take a look and see if you can help.
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Family Stories
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 5 of 6 (working)
word count (story only): 1189


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, this is a Finn family story which includes Shiv, Boss White and the Ebonies and Ivories. ::


back to part four
to the Finn Family index
on to part six





Watching the older blond, Shiv asked. “Why are you doing it that way? Isn't that babyish?”

“Am I babyish?” Heron deliberately cocked an eyebrow at his host. “One of my housemates in my freshman year was a fantastic cook, but another one could burn salad. Making a recipe this way was easier on her brain, so she could actually concentrate on the cooking part of things instead of just spending all her energy to read the print, which was one reason why she kept confusing steps.” He ticked his thumb against his fingers, then sighed. “Okay, we'll need some baking soda out of the fridge, but you don't have flour, baking powder, or cream of tartar. They're likely to be downstairs in the main kitchen.”
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orange!verse fic: Modulation

Sep. 20th, 2017 08:57 pm
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This fic has been sponsored by [personal profile] fyreharper. As a note to readers, the half-price sale I had running has now ended.

Modulation )

Notes talk below the speakers, pun alert:

*Carlos is speaking and thinking in Brazilian Portuguese, as well as speaking Dutch. Caryn is at least trying to speak Dutch. Translations:

We komen uit Canada. Wij kunnen u helpen.: We're from Canada. We can help you.

Um, dois, três: one, two, three

Jij bent--: You are--

E agora: and now

*Coyote is a term for people smugglers of the far less scrupulous kind.

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Sep. 20th, 2017 08:40 am
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 A few people are reading through Problem of Potions and commenting as they go, which is delightful. I can't really reply to every single one just because they're commenting almost every chapter, but it's fun.

I've switched to swimming every day, which so far is a nice change. It's encouraging me to pin down my morning routine, including setting up a tea machine and figuring out streamlining things. Tried the tea machine for the first time this morning, and didn't quite get the autostart working, but I figured out what I was doing wrong and my tea to water ratio is perfect. It's a very good tea. 

Breakfast was Chinese eggs and cabbage cooked in chicken broth, with green tea. Very good. 

I want to be writing more than I am. Life is proceeding well, but I feel like if I just focused, I could get so much more done.

Perhaps I will look up focusing/mental discipline exercises.
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Family Stories
Words by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 4 of 6
word count (story only): 1191


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, this is a Finn family story which includes Shiv, Boss White and the Ebonies and Ivories. ::


back to part three
to the Finn Family index
on to part five




“Okay,” Heron patted the air lightly. “That's not what I was insinuating.”

“Insi-- what?” Shiv threw his hands up, and the momentum pulled him to his feet, balancing lightly on his toes before beginning to pace between the front door and the short wall that held both his bedroom door and the bathroom door. The young man paced, loping strides pulling him nearly nose to nose with the wall before he reversed direction to lunge toward the opposite wall.

“In-sin-u-ate,” Heron repeated blandly, though he was careful to pronounce each syllable. “it's hinting, but subtly, or jockeying for position or a favor. Like...” Long fingers curled as Heron snapped his middle finger away from his thumb. “Muuuum,” he mock-whined, “my legs hurt, and the back seat is squashed up against yours and Da's.” Another minuscule shrug followed as the faintly petulant expression faded away. “In that case, insinuating that sitting in the front passenger seat would be more comfortable.”
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Sep. 19th, 2017 07:45 am
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We are in the car on our way to the airport. I am excited but mostly terrified.

Gonna try and take pictures while we're up there. Gonna try not to have a panic attack on the plane, too. XD

But I am excited, under the nerves. Travel! New places! [personal profile] forests_of_fire! Should be fun.
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I was nearly welded today.

Our main building, containing cafeteria, store, offices, classrooms, is under construction. An enormous scaffold surrounds the front doors. Today, exiting with a sustaining bannana in one hand, I heard the burr of welding and then felt a sudden hot-cold shower on the left side of my head, just about the region of the parietal lobe. I put up my hand and plucked a speck of grit from my hair.

As I crossed the quad and mounted the stairs to my building, I began to work out that I'd been sprayed with tiny bits of metal -- little curled chips of aluminum were in my hair and speckled my sweater-vest like glittering lint.

It was not a great cascade of sparks or anything -- just a smattering and a peculiar sensation -- but Jesus. That could have gone into my eye. I spent the whole of my lesson on proper quotation partially convinced that a speckling of tiny holes might newly pepper my skull, like a thought-colander.

The Thought-Colander

After Ted Hughes

I imagine this midday moment's sensation-salad:
Something hot but lifeless
burrows into the occipital
makes a blank page of this field where
newly kindled hallucinations move

(etc.)

Sorry, Here's "The Thought-Fox" to Make Up for That

Actually by Ted Hughes

I imagine this midnight moment's forest:
Something else is alive
Beside the clock's loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.

Through the window I see no star:
Something more near
though deeper within darkness
Is entering the loneliness:

Cold, delicately as the dark snow
A fox's nose touches twig, leaf;
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
And again now, and now, and now

Sets neat prints into the snow
Between trees, and warily a lame
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
Of a body that is bold to come

Across clearings, an eye,
A widening deepening greenness,
Brilliantly, concentratedly,
Coming about its own business

Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox,
It enters the dark hole of the head.
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
The page is printed.


* * * * *

I feel like "midnight moment's forest" must have kinship with Hopkins' "morning's morning's minion" from "The Windhover." Discuss.

Fine, Here's "The Windhover" As Well

Gerard Manley Hopkins

I caught this morning morning's minion, king-
dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!

Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.

* * * * *

Nobody alliterates like our Gerry.


Downdates (What an Update Isn't)

I skipped the monthly reading post for August because, well, there was so little to discuss. I have trouble directing sustained attention under conditions of anxiety (such as term prep). Combining with September will give the list a more respectable heft.

At least I'm transparent in my machinations.

Likewise I think if I'm writing a report on how the term is going -- which is an idea I like a lot as a way to chronicle the development of this course I love -- it'll have to be a biweekly report at best.

A propos of some (very positive) recent events -- I wish I didn't feel so terrible when happy things breathe themselves across the membrane.1

Something wonderful takes place and afterwards it feels like a crisis -- I can't be happy because I'm so convinced that it was secretly a disaster or I am about to make it one.

Too much jouissance. Not enough swimming laps and meditation.

{rf}

1. Isn't transpire a great word? All those spire words are a gift basket from Latin: conspire (to breathe together); inspire (to breathe in); aspire (to breathe on); expire (to breathe out) -- my library card is about to breathe its last -- what else? What others? I love them.

2. Actually, if I weren't so tired I might write though the whole of "The Thought-Fox" just for the exercise.

these are musical musings, of a sort

Sep. 18th, 2017 09:51 pm
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Forgive me for a second, folks. Chanter's going to ramble about Broadway.

So, the mayor/storyteller/one of the primary narrators in Come From Away intrigued me from almost the moment I heard his voice and his lines. As information for those who haven't heard the soundtrack, and I'm trying to avoid the heck out of spoilers here, there are multiple people describing events in Gander as they happen during the show, some openly timestamped, some not. We get perspectives from both local folks and plane people throughout - that's the whole framework of the musical - but as true narration goes, it's the Ganderites who get the timestamped snippets. There's a newbie reporter, two or three different schoolteachers whose time references are less to-the-minute but still important, at least one man whose name is never revealed, and the town's mayor. It's that last who also, and again I won't spoil without employing a cut tag, proves himself quite the spoken word storyteller in the course of the play. Aaaaand of course, my interest was well and truly snagged when he did so.

Oh, and just to be clear, I'm musing about the character in the musical here, not the real man or the actor who plays him, neither of whom I'm going to name.

Probably inaccurate daydreaming and shameless elaboration under the cut. Here there be mild but present Come From Away spoilers! )

After I wrote the lion's share of this down, I found a very recent article talking about the real people who inspired this musical. There was a quote in there from the real man, the actual mayor, and though I won't muse about him, it is a little eerie just how easily what he said about religion and skin color not mattering when people are in need could have come out of the musical version of the man's mouth, or the storyteller's as I imagine him. If somehow I've gotten his appearance right, I... Part of me wants to know, and part of me does oh so very not. I got close with his age, which is eerie enough; the article gave it as of 2017, and if you backdate to 2001, it's right on. Creepy! I definitely don't want to know if I've somehow got the actor's description - no thanks.

A little further daydreaming. Wherein Chanter is obvious. )

Do I need a Broadway tag? Or a 'Chanter has issues' tag? ... A maple leaves and warm fuzzies tag? Ah frak.
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Family Stories
Words by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 3 of 6 (working)
word count (story only): 1119


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, this is a Finn family story which includes Shiv, Boss White and the Ebonies and Ivories. ::


back to part two
to the Finn Family index
on to part four



A few minutes later, Heron placed the three jars of honey on Shiv's kitchen counter. “So, there's French lavender flavor, red ginger flavor, and cinnamon flavor, and if you like one better than the other two, or hate them all, just let me know,” he offered, absently tucking his hair behind his ear. “I make five or six varieties at a time now, trying to get ahead of the next few months with my roommates, so making another batch is no problem at all.”
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Dear Love Your Sister...

Sep. 18th, 2017 10:52 pm
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Apparently today is the birthday of the great lexicographer Samuel Johnson. When I clicked on the Google Doodle, one of the hits that came up was about another Samuel Johnson, apparently one well known in Australia: Grieving Samuel Johnson says he might as well ‘sell some f***ing socks’. It begins:

SAMUEL JOHNSON has continued his sister Connie’s crusade to find a cure for cancer by launching brightly hued fundraising socks.

Connie Johnson died after a long battle with breast cancer earlier this month.

Samuel sees the socks (which reference their nicknames Connie Cottonsocks and Sammy Seal) as an extension of The Project host Carrie Bickmore’s Beanies 4 Brain Cancer initiative.

“Seeing as Carrie has the whole Beanie thing covered, we thought we’d bung out some ‘Connie Cottonsocks’ and try and cover this cancer conundrum from head to toe,” Samuel wrote on the Love Your Sister Facebook page.

“Connie doesn’t have any use for your sentiment now. If she wanted anyone to take anything from her life, it was to highlight the importance of medical research. And we all need socks right?

“In the name of my dear gone sister, I’m asking. Please buy some socks and then maybe we can share the absolute bejesus out of this post and turbocharge our push for a cure, so families need not continue to endure the baseless trauma that cancer so cruelly provides.

“I want my sister back but seeing as that’s not going to happen, I might as well sell some f***ing socks so that other families don’t have to go through this pain.

I remain, more than ever, very truly yours. Samuel Johnson Head of Cancer Vanquishment.”
 
Well now! That looked worth following up.

But... Here's the text I just sent them:
 
I've about given up on most of my charitable giving, since I'm retired and on a small income, but I want to buy some socks, especially in memory of my wife. HOWEVER... You say in small print "We only ship within Australia", and your page says "City and state are mandatory" (though the form accepts only Australian states). So if I give you as much of my address as you'll take, your page will refuse the rest. And even if I somehow succeed in ordering socks, how the heck are you going to get them to me?
😕
You know, if you're going to ask the whole world, you really ought to allow the whole world to answer.
 


church, me and food

Sep. 18th, 2017 03:19 pm
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I'm lactose intolerant. It's pretty much a joke in our culture now, but I really am, and quite severely, plus I get a couple of extra reactions as a bonus. Even a small dose of milk means 6 to 12 hours of diarrhea and stinky farts, another day or two of feeling achy and uncomfortable, patches of eczema that last a few days. LactAid pills help; they most definitely don't prevent reaction.

Churches love food. Coffee hour with sweet baked treats. Refreshments at almost every gathering, ranging from more sweet goodies to pizza. Potluck suppers. Catered suppers-- spaghetti, lasagna, even turkey dinners.

If I don't tell folks (and maybe if I do, see below), my choices are: eat and get sick; don't eat anything; bring my own food; or skip the event. Oddly, anything but the first will upset some folk. Abstaining or bringing my own food leads to people being hurt that I won't try their offerings, or even accusing me of 'trying to make them feel guilty.' And as a church staffer, skipping food events can be a professional problem as well as a social sadness.

From the church point of view? It's a bother to accommodate food issues. There are at least four of us who are lactose intolerant to some degree; two vegetarians; two people with celiac disease who are only occasional attenders; one minor nut allergy (but not to the point of violent reaction); and, unknown to most, at least one recovering alcoholic. Folks who can and do eat anything and everything seem to find it overwhelming to contemplate feeding those of us with food issues. Mostly the reactions I see are thinly veiled irritation.

What could be done? First and easiest would just be to LABEL everything. Put out a card with the name of the dish on one side, and ingredients on the other (or I don't know/made from mix). Next-- actually talk to us and ask what works? I am absolutely happy to suggest possibilities, substitutions, or modifications that aren't burdensome; after all, I do them daily. Considering varying needs early in the planning is especially helpful-- salad bar rather than tossed and dressed salad, please!

But the bottom line... is that I am often reminded that I'm not worth the trouble of feeding me. (Not only at church, but honestly, it's the worst.) Me being lactose intolerant is inconvenient for other people. Sorry, not terribly sympathetic to that point of view.

Two Days Off!

Sep. 18th, 2017 09:03 am
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It is a foggy, but not too cold morning here in SF.
Forgot to get my name on the work list on Friday.  It is easy to forget when I'm in the middle of some long work day!  Anyway that allowed me to have Sunday and Monday off.  Tue is TBD. 
Got catfood, dogfood, tea and milk yesterday.  Staples for our household!
Had a lovely dinner with Amrit who is here visiting for a while.  Amrit was our tenant for a couple of years.  He is now working all over the world for Google.  It just so happened that he's in town for a couple of weeks, so he's staying with us - sort of.  Being Amrit he's off here and there much of the time. 
Off to help M clean his apartment (not hard).  He has strict instructions NOT to vacuum until his neck heals. 
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Family Stories
Words by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 2 of 6 (working)
word count (story only): 1044


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, this is a Finn family story which includes Shiv, Boss White and the Ebonies and Ivories. ::


back to part one
to the Finn Family index
on to part three




Shiv glided into the reception room, puzzling his brows together. “Heron? This isn't a day for Doctor G to visit.”

“I'm here to talk to you, and Da's visit's still planned,” Heron assured, his Irish accent slightly thicker. “So I thought I should introduce myself properly.”

“Good idea,” Dymin nodded in agreement, opening Boss White's door for the group. Heron fell into step behind Buttons, unsurprised when Shiv drew up the rear.

“Boss White, this is Heron Finn,” Dymin introduced. “He brought a basket of different flavored honey, and said that Shiv's part can be taken from any of them.”
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remix! and fic update

Sep. 17th, 2017 09:45 pm
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Someone did an awesome remix of one of my stories - and since I know for a fact I was a pinch hit I am extra impressed!

Transparent (1734 words) by Anonymous
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James T. Kirk/Leonard "Bones" McCoy, past Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Jocelyn McCoy - Relationship
Characters: James T. Kirk, Joanna McCoy, Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Jocelyn McCoy, Winona Kirk (mentions)
Additional Tags: James T. Kirk & Joanna McCoy - Freeform, Overbearing Parents, Heart-to-Heart Conversations, Divorced parents, Starfleet Academy
Summary:
The one where Joanna and Uncle Jim have a heart-to-heart, and Joanna realises there are much worse things in life than an overbearing parent.

Written for Remix Revival 2017.


I cried, ngl.

Done:
* Coursera Style week 2 story (600/600 on the dot)
* Coursera Style week 3 story, cutting the prior week's story in half (300/300)
* PODSA/SGA crossover:
The Ninth Space Wedding (Is the Charm) (3579 words) by celli
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Pod Save America (RPF), Stargate Atlantis
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jon Favreau/Jon Lovett
Characters: Jon Favreau, Jon Lovett, Tommy Vietor, DeRay Mckesson
Additional Tags: Crossover, Alternate Universe - Fusion, space weddings, Soulmates, Tropes
Summary:
Weddings have consequences. Especially space weddings.


New:
* Coursera Style week 4 story (0/600)

Progress made:
* PODSA gift story (1069/whatever)

Other:
* basic income contest story (124/5000)
* PODSA mpreg (2062/whatever)
* Star Wars auction fic, two scenes left (704/1000+)
* AIRPF AU with [personal profile] rajkumari905 (3316/whatever)
* AIRPF auction fic (0/1000+)

My favorite bakery!

Sep. 16th, 2017 06:57 pm
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One of my favorite parts of this summer has been Saturday morning breakfasts at Botto's Bakery in Portland, Maine after dropping QuietDragon off at work (well his former workplace, but that is a story for another time).

Botto's Bakery is a wonderful, locally owned Italian Bakery that has been in business for at least a couple of generations. They have a large wholesale side, and make bread and pizza dough for a whole lot of restaurants in Maine. They also have a very charming retail storefront, with two small tables (though I am the only one who seems to sit and use them, there is a steady stream of people as I sit and eat, buying bread or pastries and taking it all to go.

When you pull up, you are greeted by an Italian flag.

Arrival

Continue to the rest of the tour... )

In short, this place is a treasure, with delicious food and is well worth visiting is you are ever in Portland. Me, I plan to stop there anytime I am in Portland in the mornings.

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Sep. 17th, 2017 07:26 pm
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Today existed to remind me that (and why) I will most likely not be able to work a full time job again.

If I muster enough energy for dinner and a shower, it will be a minor miracle.
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At least it is here in these Northeastern United States. You may recall from previous adventures that this home is fuckin' full of arachnids. Do not fear, there will be no photos in this post. I am cutting it ANYWAY. )

So...yeah. I have used up all my tolerance. I have nearly dropped two writers from my reading circle over uncut spider photos. I am back to alternately Staring at everything in an obnoxiously hypervigilant fashion or carefully not looking at Anything, because I think if I find another fucking spider Where There Must Not Be A Fucking Spider I will lose my last shit, punch everyone, kick all the tables over, set shit on fire, grab my rum and move to the gods-fucking-damned Moon, where I will drink rum and give Earth the fucking finger for the next decade, until some grizzled old Earthling Commander informs me that I have to come back and destroy a gang of evil terrorist spiders because apparently I am the only one who draws them out.

Fuck you, spiders.

Linkspam Has Food For Thought

Sep. 17th, 2017 09:03 am
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Helena Bottemiller Evich @ Politico: The great nutrient collapse
“Every leaf and every grass blade on earth makes more and more sugars as CO2 levels keep rising,” Loladze said. “We are witnessing the greatest injection of carbohydrates into the biosphere in human history―[an] injection that dilutes other nutrients in our food supply.”

Diana Kwon @ Scientific American: Are Some Psychiatric Disorders a pH Problem?
Multiple studies in the past few decades have found that when people with panic disorders are exposed to air with a higher-than-normal concentration of carbon dioxide—which can combine with water in the body to form carbonic acid—they are more likely to experience panic attacks than healthy individuals are.

Cathleen O'Grady @ Ars Technica: Health benefits of wind and solar offset all subsidies
The climate benefits of solar and wind power were hefty, but the majority of the benefit came from air quality improvements.

Frank Viviano @ National Geographic: This Tiny Country Feeds the World
“Water isn’t the fundamental problem. It’s poor soil,” [van den Ende] says. “The absence of nutrients can be offset by cultivating plants that act in symbiosis with certain bacteria to produce their own fertilizer.”

Rosalind Bentley @ Southern Foodways Alliance > Gravy podcast: Hostesses of the Movement
[These women] opened their homes to the architects and strategists of the [Civil Rights] Movement, providing home cooked meals, places to rest and safe rooms for plotting attacks on Jim Crow.

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Sep. 17th, 2017 08:11 am
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[personal profile] analise010 is doing a one-card draw, or more cards for the price of a coffee.

Fiction: Family Stories (part 1 of 6)

Sep. 16th, 2017 11:13 pm
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[personal profile] dialecticdreamer
Family Stories
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 1 of 6 (working)
word count (story only): 1033


:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, this is a Finn family story which includes Shiv, Boss White and the Ebonies and Ivories. ::


to the Finn Family index
on to part two




Heron straightened his tie, then checked over the basket wadded with bold purple tissue paper in between the oval jars each bedecked with one of four colors of ribbon. The doorbell rang, making him sigh. “One second, Graceful.” Heron called as he gathered up the basket before greeting the teleporter and locking the front door of the now-empty house behind himself.

A moment later, the young woman chuckled. “You can open your eyes now,” she offered, not quite teasing. “Is that the same kind of honey you promised me?” Graceful asked.
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This is part 1 of, for now, 4, and there will be more. It's been sponsored by the midnight sponsor, [personal profile] mama_kestrel.

Fair warning: Kendra has a potty mouth, a case of internalized biphobia, and a rough view of the world.

Open Carrier, Part 1 )

orange!verse poem: Tuning Up

Sep. 16th, 2017 10:45 pm
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This poem has been sponsored by the midnight sponsor, and I'll be calling you that for ages now, you know, [personal profile] mama_kestrel!

for continuity's sake, this comes before nearly anything else in the series, with the possible exception of 'Local Interference'.

Tuning Up )

Notes spin the dial:

*Radio Netherlands Worldwide (RNW) has its studios in Hilversum, Holland. There really are windows everywhere in that building.

*This crowd are speaking both Dutch and English. Translations:

Vreemde: Weird!

Iedereen y uitgepraat: Literally 'everybody stop talking'. Everybody be quiet!

*A large majority of the people at this meeting have analogs in local reality, though I've left all but one unnamed. There are lots and lots of appreciative nods to RNW staff here, though.

*The island of Saint Kitt's does, or at least has, broadcast on 555kHz at relatively low power.

*Rochester, New York's WHAM really is on 1180kHz.

*Watrous, Saskatchewan and Fort Madison, Iowa do both broadcast on 540kHz. Iowa is much more commonly heard in northern North America, but occasionally, Sask gets through too.

*Summer in North America is not a good time to be listening to lower-frequency stations; there is static of various sorts everywhere.

*1000kHz is the frequency used by Chicago's WMVP, a very strong sports talk station indeed.

*The States and Canada space their radio stations 10kHz apart. Europe, parts of if not the entire continent of Africa, the Middle East, and India all use 9kHz steps instead.

*1440kHz really is known as a graveyard frequency. There isn't much audible on it in the northern U.S. to the casual listener. Further south, signals are stronger.

*RNW has, or has had, language services in English, Dutch, French, Spanish, Portuguese, and Bahasa (Indonesia, not Malayu). Whether or not half the Bahasa service has ever been felled by the flu, I don't know!

prompt free to a good home

Sep. 16th, 2017 04:46 pm
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Force ghost Shmi Skywalker

Asking for help.

Sep. 16th, 2017 03:41 pm
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If you follow my partner [personal profile] rootsofthestories, which I think most of you do, you might have seen them making this request a couple of days ago as well. On Tuesday, we're going to Ohio for a week; we don't have a whole lot of money for food, transport, or generally getting anywhere. We also have to worry about food when we come home, because we're getting a little bit low on it and we won't be paid for a few more days.

In addition, we've been lower than usual the past couple of months. I think most of you know I work with my mother, but with all the upheaval going on there and everything that's happened this summer, she and I haven't been doing anything, which means she (reasonably, since I haven't been working) hasn't been paying me. I did do a job over the summer, but because of the manner of payment, it'll probably be a couple more months before I see anything from it. Hurricane prep also kind of wiped us out more than we expected this month.

So yeah. If there's anything you can pitch in, we'd deeply appreciate it, and I would be happy to do something in return. We've already gotten some from Bast's posts, because people are wonderful, but I hate not trying to do anything, and any little bit more would be very helpful.

I can offer Tarot or Oracle draws. I can edit things, either line-by-line copy or general content/first reader stuff. I can do icons or simple graphics -- give me a poke if you'd like to see examples. Beyond that is stuff I'm a little rusty on, but more than happy to do: I can write short things or try to do poetry. I can make playlists or fanmixes, I can podfic or record something, I can write you a filk. I can maybe try and do a 30-second vid, though the timeline on that one may be longer as I need to get used to that software. That's all I can think of but honestly, if there's anything else you'd like me to do, feel free to pitch it and maybe we can work something out.

If you can spare anything, you'd have our love and eternal adoration, and I am more than happy to work out something I can do for you in return. I'll have a computer and hotel internet while we're gone, so if I don't get it done by Tuesday morning, I will work on things while we're up there as well.

Even if all you've done is read through this, thank you so much.

(Paypal link goes to Bast's, just to keep everything in the same place.)






Dear Houghton Mifflin...

Sep. 16th, 2017 03:27 pm
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(Ị am addressing this message to Technical Support because there is no more appropriate contact listed on your "contact us" page. Please forward it to the appropriate editorial department.)

In your American Heritage Dictionary, 4th edition (open in front of me) and still in the 5th edition (https://www.ahdictionary.com/word/search.html?q=Paraboloid), the marginal illustration for "paraboloid" shows a diagram of a circular paraboloid with the caption

>>>>>

paraboloid
The equation for a circular paraboloid is:
x²/a² + y²/b² = z

<<<<<

(The caption has the fractions in vertical format with horizontal lines, which I can't reproduce here, but the equation is mathematically unchanged.)

That is the general equation of an elliptical paraboloid, of which the circular paraboloid is a special case. To quote from Stack Exchange
(https://math.stackexchange.com/q/1249308):

>>>>>

[T]he equation of an elliptical paraboloid is given by

z/c = (x/a)² + (y/b)²

If a=b, then this elliptical paraboloid is also a circular paraboloid.

<<<<<

The divisor c is irrelevant here, so we can write

z = (x/a)² + (y/b)²

In other words, the equation of a circular paraboloid is

z = (x/a)² + (y/a)²

or in your arrangement

x²/a² + y²/a² = z

or more simply

(x²+y²)/a² = z

Sincerely,
$THNIDU

Finally getting over that cold

Sep. 16th, 2017 09:35 am
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I had a good talk with my brother about swimming this morning, including his plans for a Golden Week exercise extravaganza. He sounds like himself, and it's wonderful.

I'm continuing the trend of waking up at 4 or 4:30 in the morning, which is not as fun as it sounds, and I don't think it sounds fun for most of you. I've had tea, breakfast, sorted my bookshelves (3 boxes to give away, 2 boxes to the attic), and made myself a rewarding drink of iced elderflower cordial. I could have lived without waking from a nightmare of being kidnapped by people with a grudge against mom's boyfriend who I then talked into mass suicide in order to avoid getting shot. (With arrows, because my brain is archaic that way.) 

I plowed through a month's backlog of AO3 messages yesterday, which is good. The weather is that unpredictable late summer pattern of warm days, cold nights, and intermittent rain, usually in the evenings. It's very temperate, but I do regret missing most of summer here while I was in China. 

Also, the deer are winning the fight for the yard. They're just winning. It's sad. 

I may be over that cold, or getting there. No sniffles this morning, and I can mostly breathe through my nose. Started a RP setting with Lyn set in early industrial revolution magic city, which reminds me of a book I read in fifth grade English about a girl who found work in a mill. (I've forgotten how the book ends, and it's bothering me a little.)

On tap for today: write at least 600 words, nap, RP hopefully, a nature walk, sort my wardrobe for donations/discards, make a clothes shopping list. Today or tomorrow mom and I are going to swing around the local second hand stores, which are universally fantastic because rich people don't wear clothes, they just buy them and donate them to these second hand stores. Wyste has two Armani jackets because no one wears clothes. >.> 

This week the matching trousers to one of those jackets got run through the dryer, which is Not Great, but on a scale of problems, it isn't one.

Career stuff... made a list of possible career choices/Things I Might Enjoy Doing but need more ideas. (Stuff like teaching, managing, editing, researching, designing. Verbs.) More on this later. 

Health - broke my glasses, have an eye appointment Monday. Mostly over the jet lag, hopefully over the cold, but my sleeping's been somewhat disrupted - or possibly it was disrupted before and now it's normal for the first time in years. The blue light filters on my computer and phone are entirely creepy in their effectiveness. My neck and shoulders are still bothering me a bit, but I swam four days in a row this week and it's working-and-unlocking, not doing horrible things to it through inactivity. Need to schedule a variety of doctor appointments.

Writing - obviously I'm trying to journal more. I've also dusted off my spreadsheet, put some work in on Language of Serpents (the latest in my series of Harry Potter fanfic), and am brainstorming both Colony X and Tapestry idly. I'd like to be working on a short story, but I... need to find a submission prompt that interests me, I think? Something like that romance-with-zombie-apocalypse one, that was fun and published. 

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