This week

Oct. 23rd, 2017 10:13 am
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This'll be a strange week for me. On Friday afternoon my Arabic teacher had some news bad enough that she's canceled her classes for this week. Sad to hear as she's lovely.

Then last night my lecturer for the Monday lecture said UCU voted for a strike today.

While I have no problem supporting the strike, I'm really sad to miss a lecture for this class (Language Mind and Brain; the one I've enthused about (sometimes drunkenly...) whenever anyone's asked me how my course is going)!

And I'm sad for whatever has happened to my lovely Arabic teacher, but I'm relieved because three hours of language-learning all in a row is brutal, makes Wednesdays by far my longest day in uni, and this week I'd have had a meeting partway through so I'd have worried about what I was missing after I had to leave.

But with no Arabic and no lecture, I'm left with only one lecture and two seminars all week! And next week is Reading Week (a concept my American brain is still struggling to understand). I feel kind of grateful for this chance to catch my metaphorical breath: I've been doing okay (if not perfectly) at keeping on top of uni things, but I'm way behind on housework, spending any quality time with my partners, etc.

I do have an essay due this Friday and one next Friday, and Arabic teacher has said she might try to make up this week's lessons during Reading Week too, so it's not as if I have nothing to do. But it does feel like a very light week for me, and solemn though the reasons for that are, I'd be lying if I didn't say I'm kind of glad.

Poem: "Wanton Kittens"

Oct. 23rd, 2017 02:33 am
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This poem is spillover from the August 15, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl and the August [community profile] crowdfunding Creative Jam. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] mama_kestrel, [personal profile] we_are_spc (Fallon and Jay), and [personal profile] curiosity. It also fill the "comfort" square in my 7-31-17 card for the Cottoncandy Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by [personal profile] mama_kestrel.

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Risk Everything for Family
by Dialecticdreamer/Sarah Williams
part 7 of 14
word count (story only): 1932




:: Part of the Polychrome Heroics universe, the Mercedes story set, and picks up immediately after “Popping In,” continuing from Graham's viewpoint. ::




Graham stood, blinking in surprise. “I don't feel tired, or cold, or stiff,” he explained as Aidan took the pot to put it back on the shelf. “That's pretty typical of mental 'sitting around' or visualizations.”

“This isn't visualization as such,” Aidan argued. He pointed toward the hallway. “This way, please.”

The narrow hallway was cheerful, despite the lack of daylight. The light sconces on the walls were antique, meant to hold kerosene lamps, but the delicate, faceted glass baubles hanging from wire loops threw bright, even light in hundreds of rainbows. Graham paused. “What do these represent?”

Aidan laughed merrily. “Mostly, learning the hobby of first electrical wiring, then solar batteries, and so forth.” He paused, pointing at the largest dream catcher Graham had ever seen, hanging on the wall between the bathroom door and the open door with Saraphina's name painted on it running diagonally from the top on the knob side to the bottom at the hinge side. “Don't touch the dream totem, or the eagle feathers, please.”
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Breeding Apples

Oct. 23rd, 2017 01:06 am
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 Here's an interesting article about creating new apple varieties.  This was a lot easier when people bred primarily for taste and resistance to pests or bad weather.  Now they're breeding more for appearance, and that costs in flavor.

Poem: "Feel the Might of Creation"

Oct. 22nd, 2017 11:47 pm
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This poem is spillover from the September 5, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] technoshaman and [personal profile] dialecticdreamer. It also fills the "learning how to be loved" square in my 7-31-17 card for the Cottoncandy Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by [personal profile] mama_kestrel. It belongs to the Damask thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

Warning: This poem is all about childbirth, in rather graphic detail. If that's a touchy topic for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward. Also, hankie warning for anyone prone to crying over happy scenes.

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I've been thinking off and on about this Tumblr post about clothing presentation styles, sorted by both gender impression and level of effort.

blather about my own clothing style )

...

There was no real point to any of that, but I wanted to get my thoughts down in writing so hopefully they will stop popping up distractingly at random moments. *wry*

D&D

Oct. 22nd, 2017 08:02 pm
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Wow. This weekend has been an absolute roller coaster when it comes to D&D. Rambling under the cut. )

=^.^=

Oct. 22nd, 2017 07:34 pm
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So... as those of you who follow me on Twitter know, I accidentally adopted a new cat last weekend. Oops?

Long story short: one of my coworkers has a teenage son who's in college. Said son adopted a cat back in the spring, decided over summer vacation that she was too much work, and left her with his parents when he went back to school. His mom is severely allergic to cats. They tried keeping her for a few weeks, but my coworker's wife ended up in the emergency room unable to breathe because of it, so the cat ended up with me somewhat unexpectedly.

(I'd volunteered to take her, on the condition that WWIII didn't break out in my apartment when I tried introducing a third cat to the mix, but it was something that was tentative and wasn't planned for at least several more weeks. Then I got a phone call last Saturday night asking if my coworker could come by the next morning.)

Anyway...

Everyone, meet Keyleth (also known as Kiki.)











Garrus and Percy have been fine with her from the beginning. They've definitely been more curious than anything else. She, on the other hand, has been a little more wary. At this point, she's just starting to get used to being in a new environment with two much-larger-than-her cats around. (Kiki's approximately two years old, but she's tiny. Even smaller than Tali was, which is saying something.)

So far, so good. I left them alone without shutting anyone up in the bedroom for the first time earlier today, while I played D&D over at the game store near my place, and the apartment was still standing when I got home. Kiki's still somewhat wary of Garrus and Percy, but the worst she's done is hiss and go pout under the bed for a little while before coming back out. And neither of them seems to be taking offense to it, so they're just leaving her be for a bit when she gets to that point.
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Do I bid on a pair of hand-knitted socks and take a chance that the knitter will be able to do royal blue with a pattern of silver stars, or do I not? On the one hand, squee! On the other hand, I'm worried I'll accidentally ruin them when trying to wash them, and then there's the accidental hole in the heel problem, and the 'oops, crap, I tugged a loose piece of yarn and now things are all unraveling' problem, and...

Decisions, decisions. :)

It *does* look like one pair of wrist warmers will happen, which is an absolute delight, socks or no socks. Royal blue cabled secondarily in silver, or if not true silver, then as close a silvery grey as the knitter can manage. And they will be my own commission, in my own color pair, and no one else will have had a hand in besides myself and the crafter. Assertion of my own identity, separate from family expectations and ideas, feels a little like joy and a little like righteous defiance. And it's for a beyond worthy cause, so triple score.

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