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It has been many days. I write sundries. Ineffective sundries, but sundries nonetheless.
*I am at Sparr's work! It is very exciting, and corporate, and feels utterly utterly strange. I haven't visited someone's corporate workspace in...oh...nearly four years. They continue to be strange beasts --neither of my parents worked in cubicle farms, and it seems unlikely that I'll break that pattern. On the flip side, hot chocolate, which I am adding creamer to because I _can_. Also, hazelnut flavour. Without razors.
*Yeah, so in the merely "wtf" part of my dream last night, as opposed to kinda creepy (half the houses in my cul-de-sac catching on fire, santa claus and some kids trapped on a balcony between fire and a three story drop) and mentally damaging (as in, crawl out of bed, steal a blanket, and nest in another spot entirely, because the prospect of being that close to another person is terrifying) there was a really good chocolate. Filled with hazelnut. And razors.
*Did I mention![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zombie_dog's stint as the Poet of Bad Advice yet? Because he's so wonderful. I've been reading Dog's first published book (Tales from the Securemarket) and he is a wonderful writer you guys. Encourage this man!
*Remember how way back when you were a woman just starting to deal with geekery, and all the potrayals of women everywhere made you feel kinda icky inside because of how awful and misogynistic they were? Yeah, that's kinda what race in SF and F is like these days. The comparison isn't identical (and the author acknowledges that) but if you like SciFi and have the luxury to not think about People of Colour, maybe you should read this.
*[Trigger warning - rape] So, if you get raped, and have whatever it is you need to actually go to the police, they make you do a rape kit. It involves a whole bunch of DNA evidence, collected from anywhere the cops think will help the victim. And, in a lot of places.....that's it. The rape kit gets filed with evidence, and goes into a huge backlog of other rape kits. Dangerous Lilly writes a more thorough explanation here (warning, her site is NSFW), but the gist is it would be cool if it could be nationally required that all rape kits get tested to see if we can actually catch the jackasses who do this sort of shit. Because hey, it's not, and that sucks.
You can find more at Endthebacklog.org, and you can send petitions/letters to various government people through their link here. It's hard enough to go to the police and report a rape, please help ensure that those who can do it may get some justice.[/trigger warning - rape]
*Regardless of all the rest of the mess with Wikileaks, I think it is really really cool of Twitter to ask for the gag order to be overturned, so that they could give the wikileaks folk a chance to fight through legitimate legal channels when being subpoenaed. (The gag order meant that they could not otherwise give any fair warning or information to those people. So, hey, Twitter is cool.)
*"Dear Upstairs Neighbour, please stop knocking on my ceiling. I cannot open it for you." --mek, and it is making me laugh a lot.
*I am going to show up to a formal event wearing this tie knot, as soon as possible. Because let's face it: this is the greatest way anyone has ever come up with to tie a tie.
*I spent all of Arisia telling people about this essay. It postulates why vampires sparkle. Because they are actually butterflies. Someone has won an internet this day.
*This is just pretty, and if you don't agree, you are not welcome to visit my classroom, ever.
*Did you know that if you Google-Image "Saint Lucy", you will get an _awful_ lot of pictures of a woman holding a tray with her own eyes on it? This is much less disturbing than it could be --she seems to have regrown her own eyes, probably through wizardry or, you know, god-- but if I were a Catholic, my saint-name would be Lucy in a heartbeat, because that is incredible.
*There is a post that I want to repost, because I have permission even though it's locked, but I'm not kind enough to just repost it to all of you, because, well, as much as I *like* all of you, I don't exactly know all of you well, and I don't know, maybe some of you are malicious. Why am I saying this here? Because I like drama, and anyone who gives a shit enough to comment (yes, Harena, you're going to be on that filter, don't worry) is probably worth knowing that they care.
(That's how I make this sort of filter. First off, who do I trust with whatever information, second, who do I think will actually care about this sort of information and thereby not wasting anyone's time.)
All the sundries for today. In other news, LEGO V8 engines running off compressed air, and Apple being incurably dickish about screws. Also, pretty people. Goodnight!
~Sor
MOOP!
*I am at Sparr's work! It is very exciting, and corporate, and feels utterly utterly strange. I haven't visited someone's corporate workspace in...oh...nearly four years. They continue to be strange beasts --neither of my parents worked in cubicle farms, and it seems unlikely that I'll break that pattern. On the flip side, hot chocolate, which I am adding creamer to because I _can_. Also, hazelnut flavour. Without razors.
*Yeah, so in the merely "wtf" part of my dream last night, as opposed to kinda creepy (half the houses in my cul-de-sac catching on fire, santa claus and some kids trapped on a balcony between fire and a three story drop) and mentally damaging (as in, crawl out of bed, steal a blanket, and nest in another spot entirely, because the prospect of being that close to another person is terrifying) there was a really good chocolate. Filled with hazelnut. And razors.
*Did I mention
zombie_dog's stint as the Poet of Bad Advice yet? Because he's so wonderful. I've been reading Dog's first published book (Tales from the Securemarket) and he is a wonderful writer you guys. Encourage this man!*Remember how way back when you were a woman just starting to deal with geekery, and all the potrayals of women everywhere made you feel kinda icky inside because of how awful and misogynistic they were? Yeah, that's kinda what race in SF and F is like these days. The comparison isn't identical (and the author acknowledges that) but if you like SciFi and have the luxury to not think about People of Colour, maybe you should read this.
*[Trigger warning - rape] So, if you get raped, and have whatever it is you need to actually go to the police, they make you do a rape kit. It involves a whole bunch of DNA evidence, collected from anywhere the cops think will help the victim. And, in a lot of places.....that's it. The rape kit gets filed with evidence, and goes into a huge backlog of other rape kits. Dangerous Lilly writes a more thorough explanation here (warning, her site is NSFW), but the gist is it would be cool if it could be nationally required that all rape kits get tested to see if we can actually catch the jackasses who do this sort of shit. Because hey, it's not, and that sucks.
You can find more at Endthebacklog.org, and you can send petitions/letters to various government people through their link here. It's hard enough to go to the police and report a rape, please help ensure that those who can do it may get some justice.[/trigger warning - rape]
*Regardless of all the rest of the mess with Wikileaks, I think it is really really cool of Twitter to ask for the gag order to be overturned, so that they could give the wikileaks folk a chance to fight through legitimate legal channels when being subpoenaed. (The gag order meant that they could not otherwise give any fair warning or information to those people. So, hey, Twitter is cool.)
*"Dear Upstairs Neighbour, please stop knocking on my ceiling. I cannot open it for you." --mek, and it is making me laugh a lot.
*I am going to show up to a formal event wearing this tie knot, as soon as possible. Because let's face it: this is the greatest way anyone has ever come up with to tie a tie.
*I spent all of Arisia telling people about this essay. It postulates why vampires sparkle. Because they are actually butterflies. Someone has won an internet this day.
*This is just pretty, and if you don't agree, you are not welcome to visit my classroom, ever.
*Did you know that if you Google-Image "Saint Lucy", you will get an _awful_ lot of pictures of a woman holding a tray with her own eyes on it? This is much less disturbing than it could be --she seems to have regrown her own eyes, probably through wizardry or, you know, god-- but if I were a Catholic, my saint-name would be Lucy in a heartbeat, because that is incredible.
*There is a post that I want to repost, because I have permission even though it's locked, but I'm not kind enough to just repost it to all of you, because, well, as much as I *like* all of you, I don't exactly know all of you well, and I don't know, maybe some of you are malicious. Why am I saying this here? Because I like drama, and anyone who gives a shit enough to comment (yes, Harena, you're going to be on that filter, don't worry) is probably worth knowing that they care.
(That's how I make this sort of filter. First off, who do I trust with whatever information, second, who do I think will actually care about this sort of information and thereby not wasting anyone's time.)
All the sundries for today. In other news, LEGO V8 engines running off compressed air, and Apple being incurably dickish about screws. Also, pretty people. Goodnight!
~Sor
MOOP!
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Though "butterflies" is definitely a close second.
And of course I care.
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[The internet seems to think that her uncle put her head back on her, which is less cool. But, there are images of her holding her head, so I think my story may also exist out there somewhere.]
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Rape Kits
I have no idea if this is actually working in practice.
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Re pretty animated graph: I can't believe I never told you about the stuff I did on the pen-plotter in my dad's lab in ~1975. Maybe I did. You tell me if this sounds familiar: I was trying to plot some sine wave variations (e.g. sin(x), sin(2x), sin(x)-(sin(2x)/2), that kind of thing) using polar coordinates, just to see what they would look like, when the default units for angles got changed somehow from "grads" (400 per circle) to "radians" (2pi per circle) -- and these very interesting spiky shapes started appearing on the screen. So I plotted a bunch of them on the pen plotter. And I still have them.
And finally: Obligatory repost comment! ...even though there doesn't seem to be any indication of what the post in question is about. (If nothing else, I'd just as soon not have to read it over Harena's shoulder ^_^.)
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Unrelatedly, my brain is entirely reeling from the assumptions of the female geek experience in the "gender->race in F&SF" post, because it's so very, very much NOT my experience. I get the analogy the writer is going for, but the "remember how you X" device is making me feel like an alien, again.
Also, love the ceiling comment.
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