Month: January 2020

I’m not, it would be appropriation and I’m not kin, but mentally, one can. Four more fucking inches of heart attack snow may Loki quit sending his dandruff.

I used to be able to believe words, and now I only trust people. – Jesse, in HOTM

Wow, the shit’s coming out about Mike Resnick. I thought he was one of the good guys and holy penguin poop he made so much trouble for young sf writers who aren’t betesticled and pink.

I’m almost looking forward to my father’s death, (and before you all make like vacuum pumps and suck all the air out the room, wait for the rest of it and please remember that my sense of humour could never be as bleak as my pOp’s) as woman after woman steps forward and says, “He was the best boss I ever had,” and “He never treated me with anything but respect.” And I get to tell my ‘Daddy was a feminist’ anecdotes, buttressed by things his mother told me.

There’s a gal up early reading philosophy in Toronto and she loves her dog even more today because he does not cavil when she’s up at three swearing because she doesn’t understand it. True story from twitter! I mean, when I’m having shit that way I start with the translation, if there is one, and try to figure out what’s happening with the deeply confusing parts with a word by word and then a really deep dive into the word meanings that are tripping me up. For if your philosophically assigned reading chum is trying to woo a great chain of logic into your delicious, masticatable brain and you’re having trouble, start with the words and run a furrow through them with a dictionary (of course philosophy has words of art, beware, beware) but that will give you not merely understanding, but the means to overturn an argument that doesn’t suit you.

Shit, I thought that was the enTIRE point of philosophy? It isn’t?

It’s raining now, but yesterday it snowed almost 15 cm here and I had to shovel and salt twice (not that we get Friday mail delivery in Burnaby anyway). There are wind and snowfall warnings in effect (again) for the lower Mainland today. So…. more of the same, except this time it’s Jeff’s turn to shovel.

John Boyega made a miniature film of him kicking racist tweets aside and cutting them in half with lightsabers and it is fiery.

We’re probably going to watch the last episode of S2 of Ultraviolet today…. we enjoy it so much. Even if we want to completely rewrite the srt (subtitle) files sometimes.

Katie took me out to breakfast. I’ll record that conversation privately. All well, just, you know. Thrawn.

described photo: Shown below, a strip mall end unit faced with beige brick and beige angelstone, with a yellow sign bearing ONLY FANS in red. Ceiling fan / light fixtures are turned at 90 degrees in the window and look like white flowers with illuminated stamens.

Not a place you want to start shit, I assure you.

 

There are a lot of chicken keepers on my feed and this is wonderful and please go to Jay Eaton’s Patreon for more.

and then this at Hart House…

and I’d rather be immobile… Pastry bugs!

yes they are grubs you can eat because they are cake

 

Later we did leave the house, once for brekky and once for a quick shop since we had no milk in the house, what a scandal.

I have received with thanks and amusement my pOp’s apology for inadvertently blocking many of my emails over the last n years. I have known for a considerable time that something warn’t right with that, but I have also known since before I could talk that I can communicate something to my mOm and she will effect translation, so it’s not like I was yelling into the void, or feeling dreadful about why my pappy warn’t always answering my emails. Plus there’s this hellish invention called a tel-e-o-phone, not that pOp answers it if anyone besides him is home. Also, some of them did get through, so who knows what the hell was going on there. Jeff fixed it, all is well, no harm done.

The long fucking day I am referring to is today, because Paul needs to rescue a vehicle from Bellingham (alternator failed on highway, yeeps yikes), and look at me all semi retired and what not and available for said shenanigans, to help him drive said vehicle back. Also tonight is the genre writers meetup and I would like to go to that. Whether I will have the energy when I don’t get a nap is another thing.

Also, I want to see how hard the border crossing is, in prep for the end of the month.

LATER

 

Border crossing less than five minutes both ways. All well, saw Keith’s work when we returned his car, got a Pho lunch, and as per Minimal daysigns saw an eagle on the way out and a heron on the way back (both over the highway, the eagle just north of White Rock and the heron where all the highways barf into each other at the north end of the Alex Fraser Bridge.)

AND I know where there’s a good garage in NW WA, being Sterling’s in Bellingham.

Now I nap for later.

And Alexis brought blueberry scones, and they are gone but were briefly magnificent, and she brought soap, as requested, so now I don’t have to spend 6 or 7 bucks on the fancy soap I want because I have handmilled French soap for FREE.

And Darwin got to see a buddy today, so it all worked out quite cunningly.

Settlers and white people have to move, restore, repair. My shame and contrition in publicly admitting my special bubble of being white in Canada is a sweet breeze compared to the hot sting of daily outbursts of racism by other white women and they *won’t do the work.* It’s SO ANNOYING and it’s me five years ago and so I can’t make with the angry too hard. WHAT IS THE CORRECT MINDSET between balancing ‘recent convert’ status and trying to yoink intelligent people into having a look at their basic assumptions using only the choicest arguments under the best circumstances.

You have to be done with all that householder stuff before you can think on spiritual stuff and whether or not you’ve done that changes your point of view. Katie is upset with how slow her spiritual going is and sheesh kabobbers kid you’re raising someone, it’s time consuming because hey capitalism. Also you spend way more time cleaning up after your sibling and father than you should.

Maybe I will see the boy tomorrow.

In the meantime, Katie and I got out of the house and had breakfast and did a mini shop.

 

what an unlikely critter

 

I’m not crazy about this rainy windy weather. Poked around editing yesterday, wrote maybe 20 new words. I keep expecting a lift in my spirits so I can get back to writing and the news ruins it. I thought the wind had dropped but it’s gusting hard.

At this time, right now, I want to shelve Honey on the Moon. I understand what’s wrong with the book, but I can’t fix it until certain conditions are in place, which aren’t. And I can’t talk about it here, because it isn’t the appropriate venue, and for love and money I can’t find the right one.

FML.

aw well nobody expects a creative life to be particularly easy.

 

scanged off reddit

 

 

noted later, as in, in December 2020…. I had to get a cultural competence reader and deal with my racism in practical terms – when I’ve worked through that I’ll probably get going again…. we shall see