March 18th, 2010

Hearth

Thor's Day

Administration
Happy birthday to rubian77!

Medical
Tiiiired. Did not nap yesterday. Did start coughing again last night, so I need to Watch It.

The 3six5
Yesterday was my day to write for the 3six5. I was going to write about the BARCC workshop I was leading last night.

I wrote about losing Irana instead.

Irana
I managed to do the workshop last night, because she would have wanted that. Then I hit Grendel's Pub with pierceheart, badseed1980, cthulhia, mikemarano, and LJless BARCC colleagues Dave and Liz, and raised a glass - well, two - in her honor. "The Parting Glass" singalong was a very good thing. So was swapping stories with pierceheart, whose friend died last month. "So this one time, Irana..." "No shit, there I was, and Dirk..."

Thank you to everyone who listened yesterday.

Link Soup
* Hal Duncan on Racebending.
* Jonathan Carroll on living a full and fulfilled life. (Yes, I thought of Irana. Because she did.)
* Heather Cassils on being Lady Gaga's prison-yard girlfriend. I know, Lady Gaga, whatever, but the article is really interesting from a gender perspective.

Daily Science
Researchers at UC Santa Barbara have provided the first clear demonstration that the theory of quantum mechanics applies to the mechanical motion of an object large enough to be seen by the naked eye.

Plans
Work. Then I have a three-hour gap between work and having to be at South Station to hand out flyers for the Walk for Change (sponsor me!), which isn't enough to make a trip home worthwhile, so maybe I can cajole someone into last-minute lunch plans. South Station 4-6, then cocooning at home; no Gardner Museum thing for me tonight. For lo, I am weary.
Some things can't be fixed

Evening miscellany

* If I had $450, I could get to irana's service. This is pretty much precisely what Elayna's and my new glasses just cost. Argh.

* Adjusting to said glasses. Mark says it should take a few weeks. Argh.

* Yes I have much argh.

* I did get a nap today, which I'd really needed.

* Oh god my mother needs a punch in the face. Her response to Irana's death? "This is why you need to take care of yourself." Like Irana wasn't? Hell of an assumption. "Tell Adam he needs to lose weight." What? Because of health risks, she says. Adam's diet is not really at the top of my emotional list right now.

* Mom just called back. "I just remembered who she was," she says. "She was the black lady."
Me: "Um."
Mom: "Well, one of them, I guess."
?!?

I wasn't even going to call my mother, I'll have you know. Adam told me to. Therefore I blame Adam.

* Okay, a thing what is not argh - I happened to look out my window and see the new neighborhood outdoor cat strolling across the street, and made it downstairs in time to say hi. Lovely small black cat with green eyes; well-fed and well-socialized. Hung out with him/her for a bit, delivering skritches. I worry about outdoor cats. This one didn't have a collar or tags, either. But clearly a pet, not a stray; not scrawny, and clearly loves humans. And other cats, as he/she's apparently friendly with the big orange fella next door; they sniffed each other genially. The orange one could care less about humans, though.

* I am taking it easy, pretty much. My cough came back last night and persisted today a bit. I begged off distributing flyers in South Station in favor of rest, and I'm debating whether I should go out tomorrow night... my body is still not past the pneumonia, and the last thing I need is to end up in the hospital.

* The exhaustion is at least a step up from the all-day sobbing fits and uncontrollable shaking that was yesterday.

* I am cuddling cats and hanging out with Adam and reading Going Bovine by Libba Bray and Dead Matter by antonstrout. That is where I am.