stuff that doesn’t fit anywhere else
An Update About This Site Wow! An update! Hmmm…. pretty nice space here. Haven’t seen it for awhile. Things have been… thinging. Anyhow, I’m getting ready for a major remodel around here. Not going to change the engine much, but I’m going to focus this website on 101 level explanations of civics concepts and psychological and sociological concepts, tied into whatever is happening in the world. So, sort of a lens to help people understand current events. I am a progressive Democrat and a college graduate, and I will be talking from that perspective, but one of my primary focuses will be to help working and middle class Republicans and Independents understand how progressive ideas and policies can improve their lives. While the focus of the dance these days is civics, the other things you may find me talking about on this site are my family, community, knitting projects, the books and movies and shows I enjoy (and don’t enjoy), and other things in a homebody’s life. An Update About My Professional Sites When I’m not over here writing, you can usually find me at my professional website, which is about to be folded into my really professional website as I change my mental
Today is, yet again, “pretend we are going to win the lottery” day. At best, only a handful of people will do so, and almost certainly, the vast mega prize (800 million at last count) will be split, but it’s a mind boggling idea, and there is a chance, no matter how slim, that anyone with 2 dollars to buy a ticket could win. So I’ll go first. If I won the lottery, I would spend the money on: Paying off all my debts Setting up my sister for life Fixing my house from the basement up to be the Victorian era home it is capable of being (including buying the lots on both sides for more yard and garden space). Creating a village of cabins for formerly chronically homeless men and women that is a truly great place to live. Creating a mental health wellness center that is a truly great place to get services, and has options for *everyone* regardless of ability to pay. Buying a cabin on some land with a stream or lake, some woods and fields, for hunting and just “getting away from it all”> Traveling Working only part time so that I can devote
My husband and I have an ongoing argument on the nature of gift giving. He thinks gifts should be a surprise, and I think that surprise is far less important than giving people something they really, really want. This year for Christmas, he totally got it right. He got me a Fitbit HR Charge. Well, I’d asked for the gray band, and they only had purple, but I can live with that. Yes, I know. Body positivity and all that jazz. I don’t mind being overweight in and of itself. What I mind is how uncomfortable my body feels, the bloating in my belly and skin issues where it folds. I’m also ultra paranoid about diabetes, since it runs in my family. So I wanted something that would accurately record my activity level, so I could have some idea (with the help of linking it to My Fitness Pal for the food diary) of where I’m gaining the weight. Also, bonus, I can see how active my friends are (and judging from my friends, how uncommon it is to actually reach 10,000 steps per day).
Next year in Kansas City, we will be hosting Worldcon (“we” meaning we Missourians, not me personally, as I am a minor player at best in this drama). I am thrilled and excited to finally be in a place in my life where I can participate in person instead of through my endless babblings on line. Last night I stayed up way past my bedtime to watch the Hugo Awards 2015, and I have opinions. I started to write them as a Facebook post, then decided to move them here: My more coherent (daylight) thoughts on the Hugos: The puppies got socked in the nose with a newspaper last night, and they are yipping that they meant to get socked, and besides, the Hugo isn’t so great after all and they didn’t really want it. Which is par for the course. There is so much spin in their position at this point that if they were to stop spinning there would be no there, there, at all. I have a great deal of compassion for many of these folk. They will never be able to live their support of this down, and some (many) of them will probably eventually realize how
As you can see from the photos, my poor neglected home garden needs a lot of work. As a partial explanation, I have had multiple issues with back and neck over the last couple of years, and my husband has had multiple surgeries on his shoulders and knees. We’ve had no money to hire help, and our stamina has been needed to keep bringing money in to feed the family. Now that both of us are feeling better, it’s time to fix this mess. I have always loved the idea of having my garden entirely edible, or at least entirely usable. Last year, for reasons that included money, a new business, and other things, I badly neglected my garden. This year, my goal is to rehabilitate all five of my raised beds, the big (ish) south facing garden space, the small bed at the east of the house near the “outdoor kitchen” space – essentially all of the flower and vegetable beds – into flower/herb/vegetable multi-use spaces. This will involve a fairly expensive investment in seeds. I buy staple seeds at my local dollar store.. they’re so cheap that the difference in germination rate is offset by price, then buy
Goodbye, Leonard Nimoy. This “half alien” geek girl will miss you. I first watched Star Trek (the Original Series) on a small black and white television when I was about eight or nine. We had to hold the rabbit ear antennas just right to get the signal, and it was a revelation to me years later that they all had brightly colored uniforms. A lot of girls identified with Uhura. She was beautiful, intelligent, commanding, and oh, so cool. And she could speak “side eye” code sooooo well. But I didn’t identify with her. I wasn’t cool. I wasn’t beautiful. I didn’t do subtle. I was the stick thin girl with thick glasses and buck teeth, straw colored hair and pale skin covered in freckles, usually dressed in homemade dresses and smocks or hand-me-downs, the one who climbed trees to read books in peace and laughed like a horse.