wotta meal

four perfect things:

seared ahi tuna

homemade wasabi sauce

pan seared yellow peppers

thai rice with a macédoine of vegetables

Plated beautifully and served red hot.

Plus nearbeer and some OG Kush

WHAT A MEAL

THEN I slept in until 8:30. Mike bought a weighted blanket. I’ve had coffee and I think eggs are happening and life in the eyrie is once again glorious.

land ack

For the waters, skies and lands of sohl temexw I give thanks; for the people and creatures and the rivergrass; for the eagles and herons and ducks; for everything that moves in its own life, I give thanks; for the ancestors of all the salish peoples who shared its bounty and their children who rise, I give thanks, for the rocks which seem permanent and are not, I give thanks, and I offer my gratitude in the brilliant morning for the privilege of walking and flying and rolling and paddling here.

Expanse rewatch

I really wish I could get mOm and pOp to watch the Expanse. It has so many superior moments in sci-fi -stuff where the physics and inertia of situations are really dealt with in visually amazing and reasonably accurate ways – and politically it’s as astute and observant as any adult TV can expect to be.

I just rewatched season four for the first time. There are so many things about it I didn’t get the first time (and I read the books…) and many of the things that annoyed me about it the first time really spun me up on rewatch. Now I’m seeing the desolation of the Martian Republic after the Ring gate opens  against the collapse of the American Empire, which we are now watching in real time. Can you not see senior American army logistics people selling off American tech to the highest bidder as soon as a civil war breaks out or there’s a disaster which destroys the chain of command, however briefly? I know I can. This is the pointy, gritty, dying end of the collapse. it’s horrifying. And it’s completely normal and predictable. The Russians and the Chinese do not even have to plot it! all they have to do is prepare for it. To have the suitcase of cash ready when the materials become available.

The Marco Inaros terrorist/ belter leader /character is annoying af but people like that always are. The speechifying. The visions ‘of our people’, the psychopathic willingness to sacrifice anything in its path.

450 words on ‘best roommate’.

I’m trying to keep my mood good but it’s literally minute by minute. No shrimp curry last night, they only had beef instead, but damn it was good. Really good.

Better Days

Definitely feel better this morning. Here’s a pic of James Dean and Eartha Kitt in a bar in NYC.

We’ve started watching Ted Lasso, and we’re enjoying it. I can see that it’s about mental health.

I don’t know why all the people are complaining about this season’s Rick and Morty, it’s better than previously and easily as funny. I guess female characters getting bigger story lines has the poopy pants brigade out in force.

I got curried shrimp from Da Roti Shak yesterday and I feel so much better. It’s definitely comfort food for me.

crick don’t rise

If all goes well I’m going over to Mike’s on Sunday to help feast him for his birthday.

 

SO

EXCITE

 

Orthogonal note ANFSCD

Schmigadoon is great fun. The way the non-musical people wince when the broadway types open their mouths to sing is hilarious.

shown below is Karloff and Lugosi – remember in Bela Lugosi is the king around here I refer to his cigar habit – mock fighting over a prop during filming.

editing continues

I’ve been working quite hard on editing the best roommate in the world. I haven’t been practicing; since donating blood I feel quite devoid of energy; normally I get a sort of high after I donate, a burst of energy, and it really did not happen this time. I’ll donate once more when it’s appropriate and if I feel like this again I’ll stop entirely.

It’s a drag, but there you go.

I daren’t talk about lists; I don’t have the energy. I couldn’t even walk halfway through our usual walk at the Foreshore yesterday. We got to feed crows (I took the last of the peanuts, I’m not feeding crows here at the house anymore) and listened to a great blue heron arguing with a bald eagle (the noise was bloodcurdling) and got into a whistling contest with a small warbler, not identified. There’s always something at the Park.

In the meantime almost every day I get kudos for the stories I put on AO3 and that’s a little bit of validation that keeps me going. It’s never the same stories; people find one and then read all of them. Very satisfying.

With respect to the more public work, I really like Slider as a character. They’re fussy and weird and kind and gentle and I wish I knew them in real life. Same for Jesse obviously but Slider’s more of an accomplishment.

Pic a nic

The picnic on the lawn of Alexis’s building yesterday WAS FANTASTIC. I got recipes. Keith drove me and Paul, Alex and Katie went in another car. kMike didn’t go, he was bagged.

Made a mushroom omelette this morning; toasted sourdough muffins and put out some veggie platter veggies and we ate on the deck like civilized folks.

She’s not a family member but I sure looked at her picture a lot as a kid. She’s 84 in 2021 and looks fantastic in this roughly ten year old photo.

Solarpunk

I recently discovered Solarpunk, a science-fiction genre that stands in opposition to the dystopian views of cyberpunk.

There’s an unofficial Solarpunk manifesto, from which I quote: “Solarpunk is a movement in speculative fiction, art, fashion, and activism that seeks to answer and embody the question “what does a sustainable civilization look like, and how can we get there?””

From the Wikipedia entry: “Solarpunk is an art movement that envisions how the future might look if humanity succeeded in solving major contemporary challenges with an emphasis on sustainability problems such as climate change and pollution.”

I like it.