Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
Inkyrickshaw.com
Credit @nobonzo on twitter
also this
also the above noted. I’m following her on instagram now, she has some AMAZING tshirts on Etsy.
Ordered Indian food last night. I shouldn’t have but I love butter chicken.
Pet shaming: the public internet practice of hanging a hand lettered sign over your pet’s neck detailing the dreffle thing they did and posting it. Demon shaming (artist unknown)
That would be my mind, although Jeff might argue that it’s really my farts.
2020 really is something.
Stopped watching Hannibal, it turned out that even if it was network tv it’s giving me the collywobbles.
Walk and lunch with Paul yesterday was most pleasant. Weather continues particularly fine. The Usual Domestic Tasks like laundry and dishes continue….
533 words of fanfic.
The hammered guitar song is responsible for me toasting one set of strings, lol – the bronze wrapping is coming off and making the string buzz
The president of Belarus shut off the internet in his country to prevent the spread of a viral video in which a large audience of workers started shouting at him to resign. (apparently he said the only way you’re getting rid of me is killing me and he got the response he oh so richly warranted.) The tankies are sad for him. What is a tankie? It’s a fascist who wants statist communists with brutal regimes to be perfect and powerful. They defend governments like North Korea. No, I’m not joking, I wish I was.
I have re-achieved emotional equilibrium. I wrote another 700 words after I finished the last edit to my blog yesterday. Jeff took me to breakfast. I wear a mask at IHOP whenever I’m not at my own table. I know it’s not ideal, but it’s better than nothing. My current fave mask is the one I got from Vancouver Aquarium. Next fave is the first one I made, the white one. It’s very comfortable and the most adjustable. Next fave is a standard medical mask. I ordered a bunch more cloth masks from an Indigenous supplier; one of them is a brilliant blue with Coastal art hummingbirds all over it so I bet I know where that one will end up. The other ones I think have stylized orcas, I might be wrong. Kima would be pissed.
There is fresh tea. I make a couple of pots a day and transfer most of it into the iced tea container, once it’s cooled off.
Operation Pee Constantly is still going well. The last lingering wackiness amidships from the kidney stones and the mild infection afterwards is done, thank glob. I’m still getting used to exactly how MUCH more water I have to drink every day to keep this happy state of affairs going, but hopefully I will retrain my body to properly experience thirst.
I am still drinking black tea, but it’s not recommended for a kidney diet, so I’m trying to have at most two cups a day.
Katie recommended bocconcini pearls for cheese and no sodium cheese is a wonderful damned thing, let me assure you. I’m also drinking the low sodium V-8, which tastes weird, which makes me want to put Worcestershire sauce in it, which vitiates its low salt status. La la la. Change of habits continues. Jeff hasn’t minded the not buying treats regimen – we have a whole line of treats we bought pretty much every time we went out to Save-On but I’ll have to make do with home made cinnamon buns, scones and cakes, what a tragedy.
There’s a Buy-Low opening August 26 walking distance from here; they’ll have in house butcher and bakery, among other things. I know people who dislike this chain but they are distinctly cheaper than Save-On, and possibly they will deliver, so we shall see. Anyway it’s close enough to walk. It will be interesting to see where to park for this critter and which roadway one exits from.
Glucose tolerance test on Friday. This will be the fourth time in my life I’ve taken it. This time it’s likely that the DIABEETUS DONE GOT ME although of course I can always adjust my diet (not really, but).
Used the word vitiate in a tweet today. Thought I was using it correctly, looked it up anyway, I was.
after a couple of days of feeling better I’m feeling iffy again. I think I’ll force myself out of the house to go to a farmer’s market up at Brentwood this morning. Jeff hasn’t shown any interest in going, so I’ll suit up and take the bus, since it’s just one hop.
The pumpkins and the two surviving sunflowers are doing well, and I did get some carrots. Everything else in my garden sucks because you have to water things. My mOm knows about how to get things to grow but I’m forgetful and lazy and those are two things a farmer cannot be.
Five hundred words on the fanfic. Inexperienced character is being exposed to ETOH, hijinks ensue. (ETOH means al k hall)
@ericafails on twitter
THE US IS A FAILED STATE
Looking Inside Myself, 2002, carved whalebone by Susie Silook, artist of Siberian Yupik, Inupiaq descent
Rogers, 2012, Post Gazette
Rob Rogers was fired from the Post Gazette in 2018 because all mainstream media outlets in the US are owned by right wing oligarchs
ah the good old days – open in a new tab and it should be (just barely) readable.
the album is called Seya
Kept Buster in overnight, let him out at 4:30.
Trying to think what else to do today besides go for a walk with Paul.
I have a lot of swirling thoughts in my head
Once upon a time
there was a staple gun
it mostly was for work
but sometimes was for fun
when there were bills to post
and scores to settle
we could do it all
with hurtling bits of metal
Picture the tune for this as something like a fifties pablum ballad
Ooh, now I’m thinking about a drinking game for Time Team.
now:
Call an ambulance and go to hospital. You have alcohol poisoning.
yay
for Jeff, but parts of it were excellent, and the shakes were REALLY GOOD. Burger Heaven knows how to do that.
Today is a laundry kind of day.
The Hugo awards ceremony COMPLETELY AND TOTES shit the bed. During the award presentations the white men mispronounced everyone’s names and reminisced about the old days, when nobody had to do shit for women and negroes. Disgraceful. The awards themselves mostly went to the good and great but mispronouncing Mur Lafferty’s name AND Fiyah Magazine’s name? wtf you soggy old assholes and GRR Martin was the worst of the fucking lot.
Seanan McGuire’s thread on how to run an award ceremony on twitter this morning was fucking awesome. She laid it out, all the shit the dinosaurs pulled.
Today is Jeff’s birthday, and he’s getting IHOP for brekky and a custom milkshake for an after dinner treat and SNAKS Aw DAE as I intend to take him to save-on to buy cheesies immediately after brekky, and maybe pocky and other noms.
We went to the new weed store in New West – the one on Ewen. I don’t tell adults how to behave but seeing two Black women without masks in there made my blood run cold. One of the packages we were sold was stoner proof. If Jeff and I had thought to make an unboxing video we could retire, because that shit was funny.
Buster, after days of not wanting to train, was a hundred percent the last couple of days ‘YES I WILL TRAIN, BRING HITHER THE SNAKS AND I SHALL JUMP AND LEAP ETC’ so I guess when determining Buster’s mental state that’s something I should include, if he’s a bit off colour.
We’ve had the AC cranked as hard as it will go, and opened the doors as little as possible, so it’s quite pleasant in the house even in the hottest part of the day.
I read this letter and it’s heartbreaking and ENRAGING.
Good day yesterday; I feel a lot calmer. I still get a giggle every time I think of Keith’s tandem jump video.
Wrote a couple hundred words of fanfic yesterday. I’m turning one of the tropes of conventional heteronormative romance “I’m saving it for my husband” on its head for this outing.
The things I’m doing most these days are going for walks with Paul, restraining the desire to eat in a restaurant like a civilized human being, and laying around feeling sorry for myself. Also, practicing an instrumental opening for “Gelis and Nicholas”. I mean I’m spending almost an hour a day on it, and it’s not that great but getting better; Tammy said she wanted a copy.
Yesterday was meh. Today is shaping up better. At some point I’m going to make blueberry pancakes.
v hot day yesterday
Paul and I walked by the Quay and picked up fish and chips on the way home; we ate on the deck and it was quite pleasant.
I didn’t get to see Comet NEOWISE although I looked to westward at sunset. I imagine it was too close to the horizon.
I had a long phone conversation with Keith yesterday that left me pretty messed up and here’s where it gets weird; Katie got the message on the wind at around 2:30 that I was feeling bad and she came straight here from work and yup, I was messed up. I cried for about half an hour after she got here, which everyone knows I don’t do (had a headache for the rest of the day, how delightful) but anyway I got a very solid emotional shot in the arm from Katie who was helpful without being overwhelming. Anyway the crying is not the only drippy part; it was a jeezly hot day in Burnaby yesterday, we had to turn the air conditioner on and even so I spent a lot of yesterday sweating.
With respect to Keith, it’s all stuff shaking out of the fact that I wasn’t a perfect parent. I could complain in public about it all but it would be special pleading and weak sauce and kinda rude to Keith, so no.
This is a simply amazing article about a life in academia. EVERY PROBLEM IN ACADEMIA THAT I HAVE BEEN LISTENING TO FOLKS COMPLAIN ABOUT FOR 8 YEARS ON TWITTER IS ADDRESSED AND hoo boy.
Katie has a week off from being a fulltime caregiving parent because Alex and his pops are going camping. I hope Alex has a lovely time, although how he’s going to cope with a week away from Minecraft I have no idea.
I TALKED TO MIKE ON SKYPE LAST NIGHT and it was lovely. He figured out how to get skype to run through a digital camera which is weird.
Not much writing. I feel stagnant and brackish.
