Happy birthday to mightywombat!
Hello to new reader sparkymonster and returning reader heathrow!
State of the 'song
The hardest thing is not singing.
I'm fine as long as I don't breathe deeply or talk much; every so often, heavy coughing. But singing is Right Out. And... it is so hard to not sing!
An LJfriend wrote something in a locked post a little bit ago that I was thinking of last night, as Becca sang "Vagabond Prayer", which is all about loving other vagabonds that you pass on the road. Said LJfriend said that he associated being cool and interesting with the vagabond lifestyle, and it took him a while to realize that people who stay rooted are cool and interesting too, or at least can be. I was an example!
And I used to think something was wrong in my life if I couldn't pack up my life in 30 minutes and take off to anywhere, but I am a different person now. With my new lack of dayjob, I can, say, hare off to Chicago for a weekend. But for the most part, I am staying here in Boston, in my "nerd castle" as Ferrett calls it. I am in my home office right now, surrounded by art my friends made, much of it specifically for me. I have my cats and my books; vagabond musician friend Juliana changed a line of her song "Yours" during her recent house concert to "just look at all the books we've got". I am surrounded by luscious yarn and feathers and glitter. I am happy here.
And I love hosting my vagabond beloveds. Come on in from the road; we will make you lasagna, I will take you out for the very best ice cream. I will brush your hair as you decompress. I can be quiet while you work on that song. I can curl up on your lap if you need to hold someone. I can watch Firefly again. I can summon a crowd to your show. I can give you hugs fierce enough to last you three states of driving. And when you come back through Boston, I'll do it all over again; you have a home here, and it's me. I can be your safe place to land.
So of course now I'm writing a song about that.
I am in that state of having so many beloved friends that I've long since accepted that I can never spend enough time with any of them. I will take my shining moments where I find them. And I know I'll see you again, and it'll be like you never left.
sindrian is excited about this article about CNC-millable QR codes because the corners and island bridges are apparently technically difficult, so something just got solved, and that's nifty! I'm excited about it because they're using the QR code stencils to bring back hobo codes.
Hobo codes! You guys! And these are modern-day equivalents, and it's *so cool*, and it lights my brain on fire with the storytelling prospects, the interstitiality of it, that you could construct a story all around a city, one that could be read differently depending where you start, one that you can discover completely by accident. We could do secret adventures everywhere. Mark my words, we are doing this.
Also I'm doing it in Shayara.
A sale! A sale!
(I always wanted to play the Nurse in Romeo and Juliet. They made me play Juliet. :P )
Astral Bath Yarns is having a lace sale! I grabbed the yarns without which I could not deal before telling you about it, because priorities. (Of course, I didn't buy everything on my wishlist.)
Artificial intelligence has been the inspiration for countless books and movies, as well as the aspiration of countless scientists and engineers. Researchers at the California Institute of Technology (Caltech) have now taken a major step toward creating artificial intelligence -- not in a robot or a silicon chip, but in a test tube. The researchers are the first to have made an artificial neural network out of DNA, creating a circuit of interacting molecules that can recall memories based on incomplete patterns, just as a brain can.
I have a shower to take, soup to eat, and writing to do. Also I'm four rows from the end of my Clothilde shawl, so that gets done today! Adam won't be home til late, and sindrian's working on The Machine all day and into the evening, so I'm a bit at loose ends for tonight.