One boundary makes another

Apr. 14th, 2026 10:53 pm
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[personal profile] sovay
My father's birthday will be formally observed the next time my niece is in town, but for the day itself my mother and I baked him the chicken and leek pie which we had adapted from its recipe the two days prior that the filling can be stored in the refrigerator to deepen in flavor like a stew and a strawberry shortcake which I am currently proud of decorating with a painted marzipan man o' war after the mosaic in Leonardo Morales y Pedroso's 1930 Casa de Mark A. Pollack y Carmen Casuso. Even when I chilled the marzipan, the heat and humidity tangled the tentacles authentically.



I did not expect to receive an unbirthday present of Hen Ogledd's Discombobulated (2026), which I have been listening to since I got home and discovered the equally unexpected postcard awaiting me from [personal profile] mrissa. The inner CD sleeve includes among its notes, "The painting on the front cover is called 'It's not darkness that falls, it's light', and now lies scattered in pieces across the globe. It was chopped into 34 segments and distributed as gifts to friends and family." I flashed inevitably on Wittgenstein's Remarks on Frazer's Golden Bough (1931/1948).

Think how after Schubert's death his brother cut certain of Schubert's scores into small pieces and gave to his favorite pupils these pieces of a few bars each. As a sign of piety this action is just as comprehensible to us as the other one of keeping the scores undisturbed and accessible to no-one. And if Schubert's brother had burned the scores we could still understand this as a sign of piety.

How GLP-1s Work

Apr. 14th, 2026 08:08 pm
canyonwalker: Pill bottle and pills (being sick sucks)
[personal profile] canyonwalker
I've been writing for a few days about GLP-1 medications— today is my Day 4 using one myself— and writing about effects and side-effects as if my audience was already at least sorta familiar with them. That may not be far off the truth, as an increasing number of people in my age bracket are already on GLP-1s or have a partner who is. For everyone else, let me back up a bit and explain what these drugs are and what they do.

First, a bit of terminology. GLP-1 is short for Glucagon-like Peptide-1. It's the name of a natural hormone in the small intestine that helps manage insulin secretion, among other things. This class of medications are actually GLP-1 receptor agonists, a technical term that means they bind to the same receptors in the body as the GLP-1 hormone. So taking a GLP-1 pill or shot is like having extra GLP-1 hormone in your body.

Taking a GLP-1 drug, which triggers the same effects as the GLP-1 hormone, does several things:

  • Triggers the release of insulin, promoting the conversion of food into energy and lowering the amount of glucose (sugar) in the bloodstream. Elevated blood-sugar levels over time cause diabetes.

  • Blocks the secretion of Glucagon, another natural hormone that raises blood sugar levels.

  • Slows digestion in the stomach, reducing the amount of sugar available to release into the bloodstream and helping signal to your brain the sense that you are "full" and don't need to eat.

  • Directly affects areas of your brain that regulate appetite and food cravings.


It's the third one that causes a lot of the side effects everyone on a GLP-1 drug struggles to manage. Food sitting in your stomach longer can lead to discomfort, gas, indigestion, and upset stomach. When food you've eaten previously is still in your stomach because it takes longer to digest, eating your next meal— or exercising, or even just lying down— may cause you to barf. This is one of the biggest side-effects of the medicine virtually everyone who's on it has warned me about it. Thus it's also the one I've been most concerned about as I've started a GLP-1.

So have I barfed? No, but notice how I titled yesterday's blog "Day 3: Trying not to Barf'. 🤣 There have been times over these 4 days I've felt like I might be about to get sick to my stomach. Thankfully I haven't actually gotten sick to my stomach. Yet. 😟

What I feel is happening to me is that I'm getting that effect #3 without effect #4 yet. My stomach fills up faster and takes longer to clear, but my brain isn't yet getting stronger signals to stop eating. Thus I'm at risk of overeating my stomach's reduced capacity for digestion when all I do is "eat until I feel full".

So far I'm compensating for this by consciously reducing my portion sizes and stopping eating before I feel full. I hope that effect #4 kicks in soon, because otherwise what I'm doing is basically an austerity diet— the kind that has been shown not to work long-term for most people, including me.

I swear only this city knows

Apr. 14th, 2026 03:32 pm
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[personal profile] sovay
Because I had a doctor's appointment downtown, from Storrow Drive I saw the cherry trees on the Esplanade blooming like soft fireworks in white and sugar-pink. The weather has catapulted itself into summer: asphalt-simmered air, huge tufts of cloud stacked over a haze-blue sky, lines around the literal block for Ben & Jerry's Free Cone Day. Sails all over the Charles. Afterward [personal profile] spatch and I ate Greek takeout on a picnic bench by Spy Pond, watching a solitary Canada goose glide across the water as our summer in accelerated miniature looked like building toward thunderstorm. It is my father's seventy-fourth birthday.

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Sunday's D&D game wasn't finished after the epic chase scene where Leoghnie and Otonio caught the fleeing spy/ringleader. For one, there was also action happening in the other ring. Back at the scene of the ambush, the hobgoblins had fled but the worgs (bigger, stronger, evil wolves) had not. The worgs had already killed two of the caravan's horses and were about to kill two more. Ryuu-Han the mage moved around from behind his wagon to confront the worgs.

Ryuu-Han is surrounded by worgs, unsure he can defeat them both (Apr 2026)

Ryuu-Han's move was a good one... initially. He gained clear line-of-effect on the worgs with his spells while remaining 20' away from the melee. He struck one worg with a burst of magical flame that singed its hide. But in the heat of battle he forgot that worgs, like their wolf cousins, move fast. The worgs disengaged from the horses and moved to attack the foe they perceived as the biggest threat. Ryuu-Han was flanked.

The mage wasn't done. He still had fight in him. The magical protections he'd cast gave him some defense against the worgs' snapping jaws— much better than the worgs expected for a city-ape clad only in rags. His strongest spells were depleted, though. The risk was very real that the worgs, even both injured badly already, would kill him before he killed them.

His companions rallied to his side.

Herran, already on the ground with her bow in her hands, spotted the trouble first. Employing a tactic of "walking fire"— move, shoot, move, shoot— she closed on the worgs, each shot becoming more deadly as she shortened the distance. Before her first move, though, she banged on the side of a wagon asking Wataru for help.

Wataru, a grizzled warrior, leaps down from the wagon to rejoin the fight (Apr 2026)

Wataru, a grizzled older driver, had put up a stout fight so far. As driver of the first wagon he'd already taken a lot of arrows, though. He'd retreated into the cover the wagon to drink a healing potion. Now it was time to rejoin the fight. He leapt down from the seat, bow in hand, and followed Herran with walking fire.

BTW, if you're wondering why I'm narrating that Wataru had a bow in hand, when the picture above clearly shows him ready to draw his sword: it's because this is the sort of thing I get from AI image generation. Yes, I'm providing a lot of careful prompts. No, it's not perfect; it even stubbornly refuses to change some details I'm explicit about. I consider it enough of a victory that it doesn't draw any of the female characters with exposed cleavage or bare midriffs (IYKYK).

Update: I worked on a picture of Herran rallying aid to help Ryuu-Han:

Herran and Wataru come to Ryuu-Han's aid (Apr 2026)

Another driver joined in the fight, too. It took some urging from Kiarana the cleric, who was seated next to him on the buckboard. Blushing with chagrin that a cleric had to tell him to get back in the fight, he loaded his crossbow, fired, and loaded and fired again.

Together, between Ryuu-Han's resilience under threat and three warriors working their bow, the group defeated both worgs.

But even there, the story of the ambush wasn't complete. There was still the captured spy to deal with!

Members of the group interrogate the captured spy/ringleader (Apr 2026)

Kiarana healed him enough to bring him to consciousness. She cast a spell to compel him to speak only truth. Otonio led the questioning while Leoghnie scowled holding her massive sword, providing the implicit "Or else".

Again re: AI image gen... Yeah, it's not accurate that the cleric has a sword. And she's over-armored. But again, that's way better than her showing off her boobs and midriff. Plus, Jill, who's athletic herself, appreciates that Leoghnie is drawn not only with appropriate gear to go fight snarling monsters toe-to-toe but is drawn stocky enough to actually wield that huge sword she's got (IYKYK).

The spy gave up almost nothing in the questioning. He couldn't lie, due to the spell, but the spell couldn't force him to elaborate. He spat and called them names.

Otonio challenged the spy that he looked familiar. "I have seen you in the city. You serve House Berenar."

"Yeah, Tashara kid, you probably have," the spy sneered. "Best you let me go or you'll join me in hell when they find out."

Otonio's eyes narrowed as he weighed the political dimensions of this. Skirmishes between ruling houses were not unheard of but had to be navigated gently. Very gently.

"Get the merchant," Kiarana barked. She was irritated by the spy's stonewalling. Plus, now it seemed the spy might actually be the ringleader. Leoghnie went and grabbed the tied-up former caravan leader, Munetoshi, dragging him ungently across the ground to add to the questioning.

"Look, here's the deal," Kiarana explained to the two captives. "One of you talks, one of you loses his tongue. Choose." Eyes widened around the gaming table that the cleric was the one making the threat. "Hey, I'm Lawful Neutral!" the player rebutted.

Munetoshi babbled that although someone else had hired him first, this man, Touichi Berenar, told him there would be an ambush and paid him extra to advocate for surrender when it came. This confirmed that Touichi was not merely a "spy" but the coordinator of the attack.

"Hmm," Otonio said aloud, making a show of thinking about the situation as he faced Touichi. "You planned and attempted my murder. I am sure that my loyal house guard would object to that, strongly."

Leoghnie was busy picking her nose, or something— but picking it fiercely— so she didn't catch the verbal handoff. Otonio repeated himself, "I said, I am SURE my house guard would object to that, strongly!" Leoghnie didn't need a third invitation; she lopped off Touichi's head.

"As for you—" Otonio said, turning to caravan leader Munetoshi and leveling his rapier at the man's throat, "Your treachery imperiled all of our lives. It killed one of the men you hired. And should we further risk our own lives spending our now-depleted resources transporting you to the next city for trial? As a member of House Tashara, ruling coalition of Durendal, I declare your life forfeit here and now."

Wake Up Dead Man

Apr. 14th, 2026 08:42 am
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[personal profile] lb_lee
We watched Wake Up Dead Man, and we found it a fascinating story about how folks get taken in by culty, hateful people.

This post assumes you know the movie already. SPOILERS! )

Next time I encounter someone who wonders how people get taken in by hateful movements, I’m gonna point them at this movie. All of the flock are flawed, vulnerable people. Everyone has some weakness that can be exploited, some desire that can be twisted. All of us struggle to grow and change, to realize when we’ve thrown our lot in with a douchebag. That’s human. That the movie works so hard to explain why is commendable.

It's maybe five minutes onscreen

Apr. 13th, 2026 11:18 pm
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[personal profile] sovay
Things in my neighborhood are starting to bloom, so I got out of the house in the on-and-off overcast and photographed some.

When it's just me against the sky. )

I agree with this post that the human body was not designed to know what the worst person in the world is doing every fifteen minutes, but it was not possible for me to avoid hearing that the man in the White House shared AI slop of himself as Jesus healing the sick for Pascha. It was much nicer to discover that Aimee Mann circa 'Til Tuesday belonged so clearly to the elusive Bowie–Swinton species. She could have starred in Liquid Sky (1982).

D&D: Chase Scene!

Apr. 13th, 2026 09:05 pm
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[personal profile] canyonwalker
We played D&D again this past Sunday. Yes, it had been several weeks since our previous game session. We had to work around multiple travel schedules and a soccer game or two. That's the unfortunate reality of planning f2f RPGs once everyone's past 25 years old. But let me not bury the lede: We played D&D this past Sunday!

Where last we left the heroes they were fighting off a hobgoblin ambush while guarding a merchant caravan— a caravan to transport a totally-not-evil-because-it-doesn't-have-eyes harpsichord, unlike the harpsichord with sneaky eyeballs that tried to kill them— to deliver it and other valuables to a pair of asshole heirs of a reclusive billionaire on the other side of the realm. Along the way the group shrewdly sniffed out that there was a traitor in their midst. So they knew an ambush was coming; they just didn't know the time, or place, or who or what would ambush them.

Where we left off before Sunday's game the PCs had turned the tide of battle and were taking down the ambushers. The hobgoblins, being paid to fight but not in it to die for a cause, were ready to flee. Meanwhile, someone was already fleeing. A cloaked figure on horseback dashed from concealment in a stand of trees, angled toward the road, and headed back toward the last town. Otonio, the well-heeled rogue and now de facto caravan captain, spotted the fleeing spy and spurred his horse to give chase.

Leoghnie and Otonio chasing the spy, Scooby Doo style (Apr 2026)

When I wrote this adventure I expected that Herran the woodsmanwoman (yes, she changed genders two sessions ago) would spur her horse to give chase. She's the strongest rider in the group. Alas, her trusty steed was the first casualty in the ambush. Leaving her on foot. So I clued in the player of the next strongest rider, Leoghnie the fighter, that she should skip chasing level-1 hobgoblins as they break and run and instead pursue the mysterious figure who could be some kind of ringleader. Jill, playing Leoghnie, didn't need further encouragement that it was her moment to take the spotlight.

Here, again, I'm sharing pictures I created with AI. Do you see what's wrong with the picture above? I prompted Google Gemini that the fighter and rogue are chasing the spy. It got so many things right about that scene. And yet.... Okay, if you don't see the problem, imagine that the Scooby Doo musical interlude theme is playing in the background. 🤣

It took only two more prompts to get a more accurate illustration.

Leoghnie and Otonio pursue the fleeing spy (Apr 2026)

Otonio stayed about evenly matched with the spy. The two men were equally matched at horsemanship. But Leoghnie had a big edge on both of them. Despite the spy having a 200' head start she was able to close the distance in a minute of furious riding. In that short time she'd covered almost half a mile!

As Leoghnie overtook Otonio just before reaching the mystery rider, Otonio stopped his horse and loosed a single shot from his bow. Ka-BOOM! A direct shot that caught the fleeing spy right in the back.

Otonio scores a critical hit with his bow as Leoghnie catches the spy and yanks him to the ground (Apr 2026)

Leoghnie overtook the spy seconds later, her horse about ready to collapse from exhaustion, and opted to grapple him and yank him off his horse rather than slash at him with her sword. The spy, having been injured by the group's spellcasters earlier and now taken a near-fatal shot from Otonio's bow, was already slumped over, unconscious. Leoghnie pulled him off his saddle and dropped him to the ground.

The two PCs circled back around to assess the situation. The spy, lying unconscious in the dust, had only a weak pulse. Finely wrought armor under his cloak showed burns from spells that had penetrated it, and an arrow was lodged between his shoulders. Several of his ribs creaked like they were broken. His breathing was ragged. Left alone, he'd be dead in 10 seconds.

While Leoghnie tried in vain to staunch the bleeding from multiple wounds, Otonio dug out a magic healing potion from his pack and poured it down the man's throat. He hated using a valuable cure on an enemy, but it seemed necessary if they were to figure out who this spy was— and who hired him. The potion was enough to stop the blood loss. They tied his still-unconscious body over his horse and walked it back to the site of the ambush.

To be continued!

organizing some shoes and my health

Apr. 13th, 2026 08:25 pm
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[personal profile] lauradi7dw
The studio in which I take tap classes is in the basement of an early 20th century public school converted into art/music/dance studios in the 1980s. It's not very accessible, it's not very efficiently heated, etc. Right now there are extensive renovations for accessibility, including tacking an elevator onto the back and doing all kinds of ramp things or something inside. A call went out to all the adult tap dancers (apparently not the teenagers or parents of little kids) to move stuff to be out of the way of the destruction/construction. I got the task of going through all the used shoes (available for sale cheap) to make sure they were in pairs and then consolidate them into big boxes to be moved into the POD. Previously they had been on racks, on shelves, and some other more random places. I ended up with a basket of un-mated shoes, which is sad, and two big boxes of matched shoes (tap, jazz), plus a separate box of little kid ballet shoes that someone else did. And the office staff person's personal shoes, which she managed to fish out in time. I am not a very organized person in general, but at a very basic level this was something I could cope with.
I walked home (about a mile) and stopped by the CVS to get a Covid shot (Pfizer). It is the same formulation as last fall, but I am of an age that I'm eligible every six months, so I went ahead. While there, I stared at the amazing range of sunscreen but left without buying any. Too many choices.
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[personal profile] sorcyress
Hey did you know what happens when two highly ADHD nerds get engaged?

They forget to tell people for ages and then drop it into casual conversation and are confused that people are shocked. So uh. Yeah. Tuesday and I are gonna get married sometime!

I am not particularly good at dramatic romantic gestures, and I'm definitely not good at like. Sharing romantic things in my life with the rest of the world. There's a lot of things that make me nervous and weird about it. Tuesday doesn't make me nervous1 though! They make me happy, over and over and again, and have been doing so for many years now. And are gonna do so for many years to come, is at least the plan! I'm very happy about it!!!

The most likely time for the wedding is "Iunno, maybe 2028?", for both obvious and non-obvious reasons. We're currently in an opposite-of-race with our respective younger siblings about who can get married last, which is very funny. Tuesday has rejected my offer of "okay but hear me out, let's do like twenty weddings" but then countered with "what about one wedding per person we want to invite?" because the two of us are in love with each other but also very much in love with the bit. You'll get accurate details about how many we actually plan to have closer to when we actually decide to have it. (them >.>)

We do intend to get photos at some point, but in the meantime just keep taking cute selfies of us at places --I'll drop a nice one that she took at Pinewoods last summer in the bottom of this post. I want to get them a pretty ring, but we're doing it slow to figure out something they actually want and would wear regularly. In the meantime we've got a lovely pair of matching fidget rings we got at the Rennfaire last October. I really like wearing mine!

I don't know what else to say here. It's 2026 and America is miserable. We're both queer and every day we don't get forcibly removed from the country is a success. We are joyful and happy together and we have families that like each others company --we've started overlapping our holidays in a way that feels real successful! We still don't live in the same place, but that's a longterm plan that we want to make happen, and I like thinking about the ways my life will be like when that happens. Sometimes I'm terrified to even believe I'm allowed to have a future. I'm terrified to try and think about what might happen because all of it is just overwhelming and scary and depressing.

Sorky and Tuesday!

....But at least we'll be fighting the scary stuff together. That's pretty cool.

~Sor (and Tuesday <3)
MOOP!

1: ke does make me weird, but that's definitely on the "pro" column :3

Day 3: Trying Not to Barf

Apr. 13th, 2026 12:42 pm
canyonwalker: Pill bottle and pills (being sick sucks)
[personal profile] canyonwalker
Today's Day 3 of taking Ozempic, a GLP-1 drug. The day's less than half over, but I'm writing now because something urgent is on my mind. I'm trying not to barf.

Getting sick to your stomach is one of the common side effects of GLP-1s. They slow your digestion, so food sits there longer. That increases the risks associated with overeating— i.e., throwing up because you ate too much.

I've been concerned about this as I've started taking a GLP-1. I mean, no one likes to barf. But it's a very real and common side effect. Many friends and my oldest sister, who are all taking GLP-1s, have warned that it can happen a lot. My sister says she barfs a few times a week even after she's adjusted her eating habits to minimize the problem. 😨🤮😭

I mentioned yesterday that on Day 1 I went to bed with some mild stomach discomfort from dinner still sitting in my stomach. It happened against last night— but worse. I'd eaten a full-sized dinner last night because I was hungry. I didn't experience any "You're full now, stop eating" cues during dinner. But then a few hours later, when I was ready for bed, my stomach seemed to be telling me, "Whoa, you shouldn't have eaten all that!" I laid down carefully, worried that I might have to get up and dash to the bathroom to puke.

I slept fitfully last night. Each time I woke up I felt like there was a bowling ball in my stomach. Thankfully it never got past the point of stomach discomfort. And by the time I got up this morning the feelings were gone. Dinner was digested.

It seems that I need to be more proactive about reducing my meal sizes on GLP-1. It's not enough to eat slowly and be mindful of signals of fullness that arrive sooner. Those signals are not arriving sooner. Instead I need to force myself to stop eating sooner, when my body is still screaming at me, "Eat! You're hungry! Eat!" or else I'll feel sick a few hours later. 😳🤢😞

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We had crummy weather all this past weekend. High temperatures barely peeked above 60, several degrees below normal for this time of year, and it was mostly gloomy with rain on-and-off. In the past I would've groused about how shitty weather ruined the weekend— and of course it's sunny and warmer on this back-to-work Monday morning— except for me it's not a back-to-work Monday morning. I'm retired! And that's why I don't care the weekend weather was shitty. In my retirement every day is a Saturday.

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Set to the BTS song "Swim." I am reminded watching this that while the law is that (almost) every male person in the Republic of Korea is required to serve in the military by age 30, a lot of them do it at the early end of the age rage to get it over with. These sailors look like kids to me.
I put the notes into a computer translator. I was interested to see the expression "buoyant heavy body armor." I guess that isn't inherently contradictory. Boats are buoyant and heavy. The actual dancing part starts about a minute in.

well.

Apr. 12th, 2026 09:40 pm
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[personal profile] jazzfish
One guy at the open house last weekend.

Price drop mid-week.

Nobody at the open house today.

I'd say I am running out of optimism but I didn't have much to start with. I am running out of hope, though.

Fallback plan: all my stuff to storage, rent out the condo for enough to cover the mortgage, take up residence on someone's couch, go looking for a service job to stanch at least some of the bleeding. Steph has offered to take in Mr Tuppert temporarily, so at least I won't be abandoning him entirely.

I hate this more than I can reasonably express.

(Comments off.)

Day 2 on the Pill

Apr. 12th, 2026 08:21 pm
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[personal profile] canyonwalker
Today was Day 2 on The Pill. I started by weighing myself— something I couldn't do yesterday because the bathroom scale I've owned for 20 years just says "D'oh!" when I step on it now. I've gained a lot of weight over the past 18 months due to 1 or 2 of the many medicines I'm taking. I'm now over the weight limit for a lot of bathroom scales. That's why I ordered a new scale on Amazon yesterday. It has a higher capacity. It arrived swiftly but not in time for an inaugural morning weigh-in. So I did that today. And I forgot to do it first thing in the morning, before eating breakfast. So I did it after breakfast... and after a dump. I figured, one meal in, one meal out; it's balanced. 🤣

I feel like I'm starting to see some of the side effects of the GLP-1. It didn't start that way, though. Yesterday, Day 1, I began with my normal breakfast. Okay, I figured; the pill doesn't take effect immediately, especially at the lowest dose. For lunch I tried cutting down my normal portion by half but was still hungry afterward. I then ate more, adding up to a typical lunch amount. I tried a reduced portion again at dinner, going with 2/3 the amount I normally eat, and that's when I started to see some appetite reduction. I felt full after a modest, 2/3-sized dinner... though that feeling of fullness came partly from a mild discomfort that felt a bit like stomach gas. I had the burps for a few hours after dinner. When I went to bed 3.5 hours later it felt like the food was still siting in my stomach and trying to crawl back up my esophagus. It wasn't painful, thankfully; just a bit weird.

Today, Day 2, I downsized my breakfast and lunch to about 2/3 of what I'd normally eat for each. I was a bit hungry after breakfast and just waited until lunch. I was a bit hungry after lunch, too; I treated myself to a small dessert of two cookies. That was enough to hold me over until dinner without any mid-afternoon munchies. Come dinnertime, though, I was hungry. I ate a full portion at dinner. Now I feel bloated from that, like I overate. Part of learning to deal with this medication, and part of why doctors start everyone on the smallest dose, is becoming familiar with new signals and developing new habits. I'll see how I feel in about 2 hours when it's time for bed.

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I had to quit out of this afternoon's virtual memorial for [personal profile] minoanmiss right after the singing of "Lift Ev'ry Voice" in order to meet my mother for advance birthday baking, but I got to hear remembrances in the form of stories, poems, an illuminated manuscript of a slide show, a painfully pertinent lesson in public health, songs both folk and filk, and people just talking with love and grief and anger that she need not have died; she did not consent to the sacrifice. She had formed an incredible constellation of interests and affections that her mourners flared to life. It is just that one wants the person herself and not only the space left between her stars.

In memoriam: the braided liberation of Anthony Russell and Veretski Pass' "Lift" (2018). The queer shift of Jake Blount's "Where Did You Sleep Last Night" (2020). Kadra Ahmed-Omar in late-nineties Goth haute couture. A Graeco-Armenian papyrus from late Roman Egypt. Apparently people need reminding that Carthage was bad-ass. The election news from Hungary. The full-body college flashback I experienced on hearing Aimee Mann's "Say Anything" (1993) on WERS. Earth.

I cried when I got off the Zoom and then I made myself a bowl of angel hair pasta with lemon and pepper and sardines and thinking of food among her love languages went off to turn a recipe into a savory pie. I am glad she was remembered so well and so fully. I will always want to have seen her art for Artemis II.

2026 planting time

Apr. 11th, 2026 08:28 pm
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[personal profile] squirrelitude
Planting time! Hooray!

This year I'm focusing on basil and hot and sweet peppers. I'm not going to grow any tomatoes, as I haven't gotten the kind of reward from them as I would like, and have such limited space. Some parsley, but mostly because I want to see if I can get parsleyworm caterpillars again. ^_^

I also planted more ornamentals than usual, as they're going directly into the ground in my neighbor's yard and so I don't have the space constraints: Tithonia, sunflower, strawflower, mallow, bachelor's buttons, four o'clocks, and love-in-a-puff (a good vine for the chain-link fence).

And a few seeds that probably aren't viable and where I wanted to just use up the packets: Miniature carrots, echinacea, columbine.

...I totally forgot to plant tomatillos. Getting on that.

----

I dug up the remaining sunchoke tubers from my ~1m long container garden tub and got about 5 kg of tubers. I wasn't expecting that much! These are from a few tubers I had planted in May 2024. I completely excavated the tub and filled it back in, and there were tubers all the way at the bottom and crammed into the corners. I got as much out as I could and I'm hoping there aren't any viable tubers left, because my hope is to grow the next batch from seed I saved, rather than from tubers.

...I'm a little concerned, though, at the amount of rocks in the soil. I got some of the soil from someone who said it was clean soil (no lead) but I've never tested it, and I want to run some tests on it before I eat a whole bunch of unpeeled tubers that were grown in that soil. I'm going to get one of those perovskite-based DIY lead test kits and see what I can learn. (They're not intended for quantitative testing, let alone for soil, but I want to do some experimentation.)

Things I saw today

Apr. 12th, 2026 06:09 pm
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[personal profile] lauradi7dw
By the time ringing was done at Old North, it was 1 PM. I knew from publicity that the demonstration Beep baseball game at Fenway park was scheduled to be noon - 2. I arrived at 1:55. I saw the last out. A bit of a let-down, but I got an idea of the setup, anyway. A classmate at PTA school used to volunteer, so I had heard a description, but didn't see with my own eyes. Now I have seen it. Some of the players are blind, others have their eyes covered to even things out.
The teams shaking hands after the game.



Our local team is the Boston Renegades
https://blindcitizens.org/renegades/

It's about the end of this year's nasturtium time at the Gardner museum.
https://lauradi7dw.dreamwidth.org/809921.html

Lots of people were taking photos at courtyard level, but there was a second floor window that was open, with the predictable line of people either taking family photos or selfies, or taking in the view. This is the latter




There were also two kids (maybe elementary school age?) sitting on the floor near the window, sketching. Nobody was bothered by this, even the guard.
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Saturday morning I ordered a new bathroom scale. Nothing fancy, just a basic scale to replace the 20-ish year old one we have. After I selected one that doesn't have bluetooth or require downloading an app to setup, Amazon offered me a delivery option I'd never seen before, a same-day option. Oh, I've seen same-day options before. But this one was crazy because it offered a time window of 10am - 3pm... when it was already 9:52am.

"Let's see if this gets here in 8 minutes!" I chuckled to myself as I pressed the Buy button.

The reality wasn't 8 minutes, of course. But it wasn't far off, compared to the "Please allow 6-8 weeks for delivery" refrain still heard in some corners of life today. The scale hit my doorstep at 1:08pm. That's a new delivery record of 3 hours 16 minutes.

The case of the missing notifications

Apr. 11th, 2026 11:58 pm
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I keep forgetting to post about this: we've been troubleshooting the "missing notifications" problem for the past few days. (Well, I say "we", really I mean Mark and Robby; I'm just the amanuensis.) It's been one of those annoying loops of "find a logical explanation for what could be causing the problem, fix that thing, observe that the problem gets better for some people but doesn't go away completely, go back to step one and start again", sigh.

Mark is hauling out the heavy debugging ordinance to try to find the root cause. Once he's done building all the extra logging tools he needs, he'll comment to this entry. After he does, if you find a comment that should have gone to your inbox and sent an email notification but didn't, leave him a link to the comment that should have sent the notification, as long as the comment itself was made after Mark says he's collecting them. (I'd wait and post this after he gets the debug code in but I need to go to sleep and he's not sure how long it will take!)

We're sorry about the hassle! Irregular/sporadic issues like this are really hard to troubleshoot because it's impossible to know if they're fixed or if they're just not happening while you're looking. With luck, this will give us enough information to figure out the root cause for real this time.

On the Pill. Day 1.

Apr. 11th, 2026 04:32 pm
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Starting today I'm on the pill. A GLP-1 pill, that is. I need it for diabetes and losing weight.

I've anticipated doing this for a while now. I chose to wait on joining millions of Americans until I retired. What I'd heard about the side effects from multiple friends who take GLP-1s made me not want to deal with it while having a rigorous schedule of meetings all day every day.

Well, last week Thursday was my first visit with my GP since retiring in March, and I got the prescription. I got the first month's dosage of pills (I chose an oral medication over an injectable) Friday and took the first one this morning. So far... nothing's changed.

I've read a fair bit about side effects and ways to avoid, reduce, and manage them. I'm not looking for meal planning tips or your favorite recipes right now. If anything I am keeping in mind not to put the cart before the horse. This is only Day 1, on the minimum dose, of the oral medication (injectable generally hits harder). While it's 💯 worth knowing what I'll face in the weeks and months ahead it's also important to keep a perspective on what I need to do today and tomorrow.

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