Happy birthday to i_descend!
Hello to new reader charlesatan!
Woke up late this morning. Really needed that sleep, though.
Something that's gone unmentioned, because I've been obsessively tracking my energy level and ability to breathe in anticipation of the activities of the latter part of the week: I've been out of Celebrex since Sunday. So although my weakness has been receding as the cold/flu bug slowly leaves, my pain levels have been steadily rising. Celebrex is an anti-inflammatory. So imaging your arthritic grandmother.
Yeah. Like that.
Walking hurts, sitting hurts, typing hurts. In Mary Doria Russell's The Sparrow, the protagonist's hands are crippled in a very specific way: "All the muscles of the palms had been carefully cut from the bones, doubling the length of the fingers." (It's called hasta'alaka, and there's a reason and it's heartbreaking and you need to read this book now.) When I am out of Celebrex (and sometimes when I'm not - it helps, but it's not a magic bullet), I am very much reminded of Sandoz's hands. I described my hands to Mark last night like so: "Nights like tonight, my hands are cradled parentheses. Because extending them hurts. so. much."
Pain warps the lens through which we see the world.
I need to write more about that. After I pick up my emergency supply of Celebrex.
My beloved Spooky is jumping out of a perfectly good airplane to raise money for RAINN, and she's bringing friends. Click here and sponsor Operation Freefall: Flying Squirrel Division!
* Tennesseeans! Go see the Traveling Fates!
* For the audio archivists in the audience: readable recycled-cassette-tape ties.
* It's Honey Month at tithenai's LJ - delicious writing!
* New music by Enter the Haggis! (playing 3/11 at Johnny D's!)
Link Soup - Valentines Edition
* For fans of the infamous review of Tarot: The Witch of the Black Rose.
* Wondermark is predictably awesome.
* Watchmen valentines.
Despite medicine's inestimable progress over the past century, surgery can still leave scars that look more appropriate to Frankenstein's monster than to the beneficiary of a precise, modern operation. But in the Wellman Center for Photomedicine at Massachusetts General Hospital, Irene Kochevar and Robert Redmond have developed a method that has the potential to replace the surgeon's needle and thread. Using surgical lasers and a light-activated dye, the researchers are prompting tissue to heal itself.
I want my medical tricorder now, please.
Wearing: My awesome dandelion pajamas. And Halloween socks.
Reading: Thirteen Orphans by Jane Lindskold, and Captain Freedom: A Superhero's Quest for Truth, Justice, and the Celebrity He So Richly Deserves, by G. Xavier Robillard
Writing: The Telenias/Katrina story, I damnwell hope.
Planning: Boskone, and I'm going solo. :( Elayna continually failed to turn in her homework or even speak to her teachers, and so she cannot go. She's also missing out on a Valentine party and a sleepover. Unfortunately, her not going means Adam can't go, which is a sad-making thing, because I love going to cons with Adam. And I always feel very unmoored and at loose ends when I'm not at a con with someone; I don't have to be joined at the hip, but I like knowing they're around. Adam's fine with not going - we always have Readercon. But if you see me at Boskone and I'm looking wistful, hug me.