stuff done: Tuesday

Aug. 30th, 2016 11:21 pm
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1. One job application. I don't really care about this one, but I have to do three job-search activities per week for my unemployment insurance, even if I have no real intention of following up on them. And, you know, if this company happens to take me up on my offer, it wouldn't be the end of the world or anything. *shrug*

2. Edited somebody else's NFE fic. It is a good fic; I think y'all are going to enjoy it. :)

3. Finished reading and commenting on every work in the Ladystuck Remix main collection and treats collection. Go me! (Once again, I advise anyone with an interest in female-character-centric Homestuck fics and art to go check those out. Look through the prior collections as well while you're there!)

4. Tweaked my Tumblr theme so reblogs no longer automatically display in all-italics. That had been bugging me for years and tonight I was finally fed up enough to fix it.

5. Cooked a batch of rice -- by which I mean two cups' worth -- most of which will go into my freezer for storage.

6. Started a batch of pot roast, which will cook overnight and should finish up around 8 or 9am.

7. Responded to and cleared out all comments-needing-replies from my various inboxes, because today I had the spoons for that kind of social interaction. :)

stuff done: Saturday-Monday

Aug. 30th, 2016 01:48 pm
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1. Tested my printer, discovered the ink had gone all weird, and therefore went to the public library to print copies of my resume and reference list. I have a recurring problem with ink, probably because I only use my printer about once every three or four months; this means that when I want to use it, the ink has often dried up and I have to buy replacement cartridges long before I should need to judging by number of pages printed.

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pepper update, Monday 8/29/16

Aug. 29th, 2016 04:00 pm
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twelve pepper plants in terracotta pots and plastic windowboxes
twelve peppers, Monday, 29 August 2016

six more photos under the cut )

Nothing much to report, really. They are all alive. The Lazarus pepper is growing strong. There are actualfax peppers all over the place, and a bunch of blossoms, too. Everything is awesome. :D

...Okay, and a squirrel dug around in one pot a little bit this morning, so I will have to reapply the repellent spray, but nothing was mangled or tipped or bitten, so I am not particularly bothered. This time.

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job interview, aaaaaaaah

Aug. 29th, 2016 10:08 am
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I have a job interview at 11:30am today. It's not the greatest job in the world, and is also sadly part-time rather than full-time, but this is one of those cases where something is clearly better than nothing, so.

I did some prep with Vicky yesterday during our phone conversation, I have looked the company up online and spent an hour or so poking around their website, I know the relevant bus schedule to get me there, and I think I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be.

Now please excuse me while I indulge in five minutes of distilled panic to get it out of my system. :)

oh god the sky is going to fall, they'll hate me, they'll laugh me out of the building, they'll ask questions and I'll go blank and start drooling, my pad and tampon will fail catastrophically all at once and I'll leave bloodstains on their furniture, I will turn out to have grievously offended at least one of the interviewers in the past and they'll be even more offended when I don't remember doing it, they'll ask me detailed questions about PowerPoint, I'll forget to ask their names, I'll forget to offer copies of my resume, I'll smile too much, I won't smile enough, I'll have horrible sweat stains all down my back and under my arms, my shoes will disintegrate in the middle of the conversation, I will spontaneously combust and run out of the building in flames, my glasses will fall apart, my pen will explode in my hand when I try to take notes, they'll hate me they'll hate me they'll hate me


Okay, done now.


ETA: It went pretty well, I think, and I remembered to send thank-you notes to hopefully reinforce my good impression. :)

pepper update, Friday 8/26/16

Aug. 26th, 2016 08:42 pm
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a small green bell pepper with a hand for size comparison

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Pepper update!

This one is off the weekly schedule because I just wanted to squee a little over all my tiny adorable actualfax peppers. They are SO CUTE!

The top photo is my early pepper, and the bottom three are peppers that started growing this week.

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stuff done: Wednesday-Friday

Aug. 26th, 2016 08:51 pm
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1. Applied to two jobs. One emailed back an interview request, and I have set up an appointment for Monday morning. It's not the most exciting job in the world, and is also sadly part-time rather than full-time, but hey, something is better than nothing! And it's always nice to get any kind of response after what feels like eons of sending applications into the void. I checked bus schedules to make sure I'll get there in plenty of time, and will poke around the company website tomorrow. (...I should also make sure my laptop is talking to my printer, since I'll want to bring some copies of my resume. Right. That goes on tomorrow's list.)

more items under cut )

Now if you will excuse me, I am going to go drink some box wine. :)
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L. E. Modesitt is a... 'guilty pleasure' is really not the right term, because that implies a level of active joy I don't get from his books. Semi-inexplicable fascination, perhaps? Yeah, let's go with that. Like, his protagonists are all slight shading variations on the same cardboard cutout, he is not a deep philosophical mind regardless of what he'd like you to think, he has what might as well be a fetish for including the letter Y in proper names, and he literally writes out sound-effects. But I do genuinely enjoy the parts of his books when he plays the show-my-research game about practical things like woodworking or road-building, and about half the time he does manage to hook me into vicariously enjoying the power-fantasy aspects of his work.

But man, he is so weird about such a lot of stuff. Like, he has a veneer of feminism? His books are very clear, on an explicit textual level, that toxic patriarchy and misogyny are bad. He also manages to extend the thought and say that any culture where one sex dominates and restricts the other is bad, because women are people rather than plaster saints. But he has a strong tendency to turn his male protagonists into living avatars of 'Not All Men' -- people are constantly telling them that most men are terrible but they're decent people, and obviously they keep getting in trouble because they're not acting like violent brutes. Which, uh. Undermines the explicit message. A lot.

I'm thinking of this mostly because I randomly reread Fall of Angels last week and was struck by the utter weirdness of telling a story about a majority female spaceship crew stranded in a patriarchal fantasy world and struggling to survive both the physical and social environmental hazards through the POV of the single surviving male crewmember. I didn't notice that the first time around because A) I was young, and B) all of the Recluce Saga novels are from male POVs (some interstitial chapters follow female characters, but always from third-person omniscient rather than third-person limited) so this seemed like an obvious extension of that pattern. But in retrospect, that's screwy, and the way all the female characters keep reassuring Nylan that he's Good and Special and Not Sexist comes off skeevier and skeevier the more it happens.

Anyway, I was at the library a few days ago and figured I'd see what Modesitt had been writing over the past decade or so, and I discovered that he'd finally written one Recluce book with a female protagonist! (That was in 2009. Then he promptly went back to the relentless male-centrism.) But Arms-Commander seemed like it might be worth reading to see how he handled female protagonists in this particular setting -- especially since it picks up the thread of that stranded spaceship crew about fifteen years down the road.

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[Meme] Dreamwidth 21 questions meme

Aug. 24th, 2016 09:37 pm
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That 21 questions Dreamwidth meme that's been going around, ganked from [personal profile] krait and [personal profile] the_rck:

1. Why did you sign up for Dreamwidth?
Because I didn't trust LJ very much after Strikethrough and Boldthrough (though those incidents didn't affect me personally), and because I like the ethos of a site that supports itself through subscriptions to paid accounts rather than advertising. I also really like the split into a reading circle and an access list instead of automatically jamming both together into a 'friend' list. (I mean, I don't actually give access to anyone because all my posts are either completely public or locked to my eyes only, and I don't want to look like I'm playing favorites, but I appreciate the conceptual de-linking.)

2. Why did you choose your journal name?
When I got an LJ invite code in late 2003, I needed a name quickly and my fannish pen name (Elizabeth Culmer) was too long for the character limit. So I grabbed something thematically related to a little 15-minute ficlet I'd just written (and which had gotten me the notice of [personal profile] isis, the person handing out invite codes). I only realized much later that 'edenfalling' makes me sound like an evangelical Christian, which is a hilarious misrepresentation of my religious views. But I have worn the rough edges off my pseud over the years and by now would feel weird using anything else as a screen name.

3. Do you crosspost? Why or why not?
Yeah, I have an automatic crosspost to LJ set up, because I still have readers (and people I read) over there, though I think fewer than on DW by now. I also made sure that the posts on each site reciprocally auto-link to each other, because there are few things I find more frustrating than not being able to get 'there' from 'here'.

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Remix Poem: "Sing the Sap Surging"

Aug. 24th, 2016 08:01 am
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Originally written as a comment on / remix of [personal profile] stultiloquentia's wonderful Look, D, it's a blog post!. The best phrases are hers.

Sing to me, O Muse, of more than entropy
sing what maintains and sustains us to strength again
green and growing, rooting for goodness
Droves of dumbass delinquent dudes have we gloomed for
dooms have we suffered, despairing in the grimdark sea
struggling for sun in our own lives and each other
Sing to us, Muse, sing the sap surging of smol babies
squirming, laughing, that connects us to wonder and
speaking dog to dog as per polite small persons do

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Stuff done Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday:

1. Worked more shifts at the church recycling sale: 9am-12pm on Sunday, and 10am-2pm on Monday. The sale runs three days, usually: Saturday is full price (subject to occasional negotiation), Sunday is half price, and Monday is bag day. This used to mean that every item was knocked down to 10 cents, but that proved inefficient for many reasons so a couple years ago we switched to a new policy: everything is 'free,' but please make a donation at the door as you leave. This both saves time and, somewhat ironically, earns us more money. :)

What staff do on Monday is sort of float around the various departments to help people find boxes and packing material, help them carry heavy loads to the door/their cars, and move things up from the floor to the display tables as items disappear. Then around 1pm, we start breaking down the tables and moving all unclaimed items down to the parlor for various disposal methods. Fabric scraps, for example, go to Sew Green. I believe books get passed on to the Friends of the Library Book Sale. Some things may go to the Salvation Army store. And a bunch just goes straight to the dump, because the cycle of reuse is not eternal.

Anyway, I floated mostly in housewares and the holiday/crafts room, I dismantled several plastic display tables and moved them to basement storage, and I helped pack and move stuff from both linens and holiday/crafts to the parlor. I also made off with the following items: two decorative cushions for my sofa and armchair, a short glass tumbler to replace the one I dropped on my kitchen floor last year, a backup Corningware grab-it bowl lid, a set of magnetic plastic clothespins for use in my kitchen, and a cheap-ass tiny electric sewing machine, complete with instruction manual. It only has the two bobbins and one needle currently attached (because somebody nabbed the box of spares that were meant to go with it), but I get really annoyed at hand-stitching hems and it's hard to argue with 'free' as an asking price. (I donated $5 for the lot.)

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On relating to art

Aug. 23rd, 2016 11:52 am
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I have very clear memories of my ten-year-old self being immensely, deeply unimpressed by Rothko and Mondrian. I was very angry about why this constituted "art"; my definition of art explicitly excluded square canvases painted a single colour.

My ten-year-old self is gently unimpressed every time I stop dead in front of a six-foot-square matte black canvas in an art gallery, wonderstruck, and go "hmm, yes, isn't it fascinating what's being done here, isn't this good."

I am nursing a theory that the main differences between me-then and me-now are:
  1. I'm no longer in a situation where my autism is actively decried, and have internalised that it's okay for particular colours or shapes to make me happy, just because, and (as a superset, really)
  2. I've started believing that it's okay for me to have and experience emotions full stop (and am sufficiently well medicated that I can and do).

Which means that, over the past few years, I've stopped interpreting modern and especially abstract art as, fundamentally, threats: I've stopped responding automatically with defensive suspicion and fury to forms of art that (crudely!) exist to make me feel things.

There is nuance to this, of course. Seeing the Barbara Hepworth exhibit at the Tate Britain, the (possible? probable?) reasons for my emotional response clicked into place when I read that a lot of her more abstract work was in response to or in dialogue with her feelings of being cradled by landscape, and particularly by the Lake District and by Cornwall; all of a sudden it was obvious to me that the sense of home-and-safety-and-familiarity I get off those sculptures is, in fact, the same sense of awe and belonging and recognition I get staring out to sea or feeling dwarfed on valley floors or what-have-you.

That was followed up by another visit to the Tate Britain, one day I wound up in the right area of London with some time to kill, where what I'd intended to do was poke my nose into some of the public galleries. I saw War Damaged Musical Instruments advertised on the website and ignored it -- and then stopped dead in the middle of the hall it occupied, the moment I got there, and spent twenty minutes sat there crying.

One of the things I've been gently sad about for quite a long time is that I'm a classically-trained musician who is mostly very, very bad at listening to classical music unless it's something I've played or am preparing to play, such that I'm listening as a technical study. (I think I've talked before about mostly relating to music as either a technical study or a vehicle for lyrics, but if not I can give it a go.) I'm starting to think it might be time to have another go.

pepper update, Monday 8/22/16

Aug. 22nd, 2016 04:20 pm
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twelve pepper plants in terracotta pots and plastic windowboxes
twelve peppers, Monday, 22 August 2016

three more photos under the cut )

Pepper update!

All twelve are doing well. There's only one of the mature plants that doesn't have any visible buds, flowers, or peppers (which I think is a squirrel repellent problem), and even it may develop some over the next week or two. The Lazarus pepper continues to grow, and even though it's about two months behind the others, it may yet bloom sometime this fall. :)

As you can see, the early flower has become a recognizable pepper, about the size of my thumb's distal phalange. Several other plants are blooming and two have even progressed to the fingertip-button stage of actualfax peppers. (I have no photos of those because they tend to come out blurry and useless.)

I rearranged the pots last week in anticipation of thunderstorms, and decided to leave them in the new configuration. (There is a hole in the gutter right over one of my kitchen windows, which can get overwhelming for plants too close to either the resulting waterfall or its backsplash.) Basically I took the two pots that used to form the center and right of the front row and moved them to extend the back and middle rows rightward. (This left only one pot in the front row, which I guess is not much of a row anymore. *wry*) The Lazarus plant is thus in less danger of getting knocked flat by water, and the tall plant that used to sit beside it is no longer in danger of soil leaching. Success all around!

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