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Nov. 21st, 2014 08:55 pm
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- This morning I found a calico kitty nomming on stuff I left outside. I've seen her before, and while she doesn't look incredibly underfed (unlike patchy kitty last year who was so thin I could see her ribcage) she ate with a gusto that I don't think she would have if she had an owner. She seems really skittish, although I think with time I could get her to trust me. We'll see.

- I wrote 2000 words this afternoon during the write-in.

- PK and I went to JoAnn's and I fretted about stuff. There's a 5-piece sewing roller which I'm tempted to get, and it'll be on sale in a couple of days, about $80 cheaper than it usually is. I bought some embroidery thread and an inordinate number of beads. Also some cheap fabric, which I think would make a great bra for Nisi when I finally figure out the pattern for her bra. I also went to the kids' craft aisle and got some alphabet beads. I want to make a necklace that says "FEMINAZGUL" because I think that will be amusing. Uhm. I used a $50 off for a >$150 purchse coupon. I suppose I really should stop doing that and use the stuff I buy.

- Dinner tonight was leftover chicken meat, mixed with alfredo sauce and cheese, and dinner rolls I forgot I had. I attempted some baked potatoes but apparently I am a failure and forgot to soak them first so they are pretty much ruined now. I'll do better next time.

GD & Taeyang's Good Boy

Nov. 21st, 2014 09:10 pm
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do ALL the things

Nov. 21st, 2014 12:38 pm
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Scrambling again despite all efforts to the contrary, sigh! So annoyed that I'm once again waging war on ETS for GRE scores (old ones, but since I submitted them for the graduate program that I graduated from... >:E).

In other news, I still have a lot of dates open for the daily December meme. Keep the topics coming, please! I Also, thanks for your love meme comments, I really appreciated the boost today. ♥
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A Valediction: Of Weeping

                Let me pour forth
My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,
For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,
And by this mintage they are something worth.
                For thus they be
                Pregnant of thee;
Fruits of much grief they are, emblems of more;
When a tear falls, that thou fall'st which it bore;
So thou and I are nothing then, when on a divers shore.

                On a round ball
A workman, that hath copies by, can lay
An Europe, Afric, and an Asia,
And quickly make that, which was nothing, all.
                So doth each tear,
                Which thee doth wear,
A globe, yea world, by that impression grow,
Till thy tears mix'd with mine do overflow
This world, by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolvèd so.

                O! more than moon,
Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere;
Weep me not dead, in thine arms, but forbear
To teach the sea, what it may do too soon;
                Let not the wind
                Example find
To do me more harm than it purposeth:
Since thou and I sigh one another's breath,
Whoe'er sighs most is cruellest, and hastes the other's death.

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Nov. 21st, 2014 12:29 am
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- I was really tired afternoon for some reason, and had to head home in the afternoon to nap.

- PK and I tried to go to the GradBash but there were too many people (the perils of arriving late) so we went to have pizza at some other place instead. She's working on her UCR application, and I'm working on an application and a prospectus. Afterwards I went back to campus.

- I think I've finished my fellowship application. Waffling on adding a couple more things... I'm still 150 words short of the 1000-word limit.

- I also started putting together the SEAsteampunk manuscript. Life just hit me so hard it had to be waylaid for a while but I began to re-read everything again I'm getting excited about it ALL OVER AGAIN LIKE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT A GREAT ANTHO THIS IS GOING TO BE

- Tomorrow PK and I will go to JoAnn's in the afternoon. Hopefully over the weekend Nalo will be free to go watch THE BOOK OF LIFE and I can pass her some worm poop like I promised. (I went through the container again, and found even more eggs and baby worms BABY WORMS ARE THE CUTEST OMG)

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Nov. 20th, 2014 11:55 pm
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So I hear that an email containing this open letter to a particular professor at my last university calling him out on his shit especially after his response to the disruption of an event at which an oil company executive was invited to start a series on women's success.

The email is from riseup.net which as far as I can tell is some sort of off-grid email system for anarchists to avoid being traced.

*leans forward in deep interest because the cyberpunk story I've been working on runs along these lines*

(Seriously though I've taken a course with Dr. Giroux and wow, let's just say only a certain kind of person continues to admire him after prolonged exposure.)

The Sun Rising - John Donne

Nov. 20th, 2014 07:56 am
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The Sun Rising

        Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
        Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
        Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
        Late school-boys and sour prentices,
    Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
    Call country ants to harvest offices;
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

        Thy beams so reverend, and strong
        Why shouldst thou think?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long.
        If her eyes have not blinded thine,
        Look, and to-morrow late tell me,
    Whether both th' Indias of spice and mine
    Be where thou left'st them, or lie here with me.
Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear, "All here in one bed lay."

        She's all states, and all princes I;
        Nothing else is;
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honour's mimic, all wealth alchemy.
        Thou, Sun, art half as happy as we,
        In that the world's contracted thus;
    Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
    To warm the world, that's done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy center is, these walls thy sphere.

Wadjda (2012)

Nov. 20th, 2014 10:49 am
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So, last night I watched Wadjda, the film Saudi Arabia is submitting to the Oscars this year (for the first time ever). I've wanted to watch it since it was originally released, when I watched an interview with the director, Haifaa Al-Mansour, the first woman to direct a feature film in Saudi Arabia. I'm very happy it's now been around long enough (screened in Israeli cinemas last year!) that I can relatively easily find a copy of it online with subtitles.

I loved this movie a LOT and I recommend it to everyone. The very simple summary is that it's about a 10 year old girl growing up in the suburbs of Riyadh and her quest to buy a bicycle. She faces adversity in the form of reluctant shopkeepers, lack of funds, and parents and teachers who disapprove of a girl riding a bike. It's a movie that's lighthearted and funny and at the same time heavy and serious, forever fluctuating between the two. It's incredibly well made, with the script, the acting, the cinematography all being top notch. (I particularly loved Reem Abdullah as Wadjda's mother and Ahd Kamel as the school principal, they were both mesmerizing every moment they were on screen.)

It's difficult for me to talk at length about movies I loved, especially without spoilers. I will say that I loved Wadjda's personality, her unrelenting ambition and entrepreneurial spirit, her stubbornness. Part of the reason Wadjda wants a bike is so she can race her friend Adbullah and win, and I will say the friendship between these two 10 year olds won me over in ways I didn't expect. At first I thought the movie would be subtly shipping them, and I was disappointed we had to have a het romance subplot in a movie about 10 year olds, but instead it just showed them being genuine friends, supporting each other, knowing each other deeply and appreciating each other fully.

more meta thoughts, not spoilery )

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Nov. 19th, 2014 11:56 pm
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Yesterday I wrote some more words on my statement.

Today, I administered a make-up exam and hung out with students briefly. I added more words to my statement.

I saw this call for submissions for Canadian steampunk and I may have gotten a little overexcited.

More words for NaNo. First big plot crisis! Yay!
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To Mr. Christopher Brooke: The Storm

From the Island Voyage with the Earl of Essex

Thou which art I—’tis nothing to be so—
Thou which art still thyself, by these shalt know
Part of our passage; and a hand or eye
By Hilliard drawn is worth a history
By a worse painter made; and, without pride,
When by thy judgment they are dignified,
My lines are such. ’Tis the pre-eminence
Of friendship only to impute excellence.
England, to whom we owe what we be and have,
Sad that her sons did seek a foreign grave
—For Fate’s or Fortune’s drifts none can soothsay;
Honour and misery have one face, and way—
From out her pregnant entrails sigh’d a wind,
Which at th’ air’s middle marble room did find
Such strong resistance, that itself it threw
Downward again; and so when it did view
How in the port our fleet dear time did leese,
Withering like prisoners, which lie but for fees,
Mildly it kiss’d our sails, and fresh and sweet
—As to a stomach starved, whose insides meet,
Meat comes—it came; and swole our sails, when we
So joy’d, as Sarah her swelling joy’d to see.
But ’twas but so kind as our countrymen,
Which bring friends one day’s way, and leave them then.
Then like two mighty kings, which dwelling far
Asunder, meet against a third to war,
The south and west winds join’d, and, as they blew,
Waves like a rolling trench before them threw.
Sooner than you read this line, did the gale,
Like shot, not fear’d till felt, our sails assail;
And what at first was call’d a gust, the same
Hath now a storm’s, anon a tempest’s name.
Jonas, I pity thee, and curse those men
Who, when the storm raged most, did wake thee then.
Sleep is pain’s easiest salve, and doth fulfil
All offices of death, except to kill.
But when I waked, I saw that I saw not;
I, and the sun, which should teach me, had forgot
East, west, day, night; and I could only say,
If th’ world had lasted, now it had been day.
Thousands our noises were, yet we ’mongst all
Could none by his right name, but thunder, call.
Lightning was all our light, and it rain’d more
Than if the sun had drunk the sea before.
Some coffin’d in their cabins lie, equally
Grieved that they are not dead, and yet must die;
And as sin-burden’d souls from grave will creep
At the last day, some forth their cabins peep,
And trembling ask, “What news?” and do hear so
As jealous husbands, what they would not know.
Some sitting on the hatches would seem there
With hideous gazing to fear away fear.
Then note they the ship’s sicknesses, the mast
Shaked with an ague, and the hold and waist
With a salt dropsy clogg’d, and all our tacklings
Snapping, like too-too-high-stretch’d treble strings.
And from our tatter’d sails rags drop down so,
As from one hang’d in chains a year ago.
Even our ordnance, placed for our defence,
Strives to break loose, and ’scape away from thence.
Pumping hath tired our men, and what’s the gain?
Seas into seas thrown, we suck in again;
Hearing hath deaf’d our sailors, and if they
Knew how to hear, there’s none knows what to say.
Compared to these storms, death is but a qualm,
Hell somewhat lightsome, the Bermudas calm.
Darkness, light’s eldest brother, his birthright
Claims o’er the world, and to heaven hath chasèd light.
All things are one, and that one none can be,
Since all forms uniform deformity
Doth cover; so that we, except God say
Another Fiat, shall have no more day.
So violent, yet long, these furies be,
That though thine absence starve me, I wish not thee.

(Donne also wrote a sequel letter, The Calm. For the Islands Voyage, see Wikipedia.)

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Nov. 18th, 2014 09:00 pm
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Ugh. I just saw STORMDANCER in a friend's syllabus on international steampunk

Can we please stop legitimizing white Orientalist fantasies esp when they're done blithely with no care as to the larger ramifications of appropriations?

help a writer/get a story?

Nov. 18th, 2014 09:59 pm
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So, I am really, really not pleased with where my writing is right now. I mean I'm not pleased with anything - the fact that I can't find an apartment, the fact that I keep hiding my head in the sand about my grad school disaster situation, the fact that winter is fucking coming and both of the above are still true - but there's also writing, which I'm not doing at all, which I do not like.

I miss writing, I need to do it, it's fun. I have two big fiction things I need to be working on: yuletide, and my original porn novel. I haven't written anything for either, and both feel stalled and unapproachable and I need to get some writing done while I'm not doing those two just to stay in some kind of practice.

So, I'm not doing the December posting meme, but I'd like to do the thing where I post a short story every day (under a 1000 words, say).

So, I'd like to collect 10 prompts, and write stuff for them.

This is super scary (hence, kind of exciting) for me because I am always terrible with prompts and terrible with writing, and I want to post these with minimal editing to get over my "not this isn't good enough!" thing, so. I realize no one cares about original stories under 1000 words, so it would be more about you doing me a favor, but.

If you have a prompt - gimme? I might write it, or it might jar me into writing yuletide and/or original porn, so you know, I'd be grateful either way.

Prompts can be anything (except specific fanfic prompts): porn, objects, quotes, scenarios, colors. It can be something random you thought of or elements from a story you'd really enjoy reading, or a photo, or whatever.
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Elegy: To His Mistress Going to Bed

Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy;
Until I labour, I in labour lie.
The foe ofttimes, having the foe in sight,
Is tired with standing, though he never fight.
Off with that girdle, like heaven's zone glittering,
But a far fairer world encompassing.
Unpin that spangled breast-plate, which you wear,
That th' eyes of busy fools may be stopp'd there.
Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime
Tells me from you that now it is bed-time.
Off with that happy busk, which I envy,
That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.
Your gown going off such beauteous state reveals,
As when from flowery meads th' hill's shadow steals.
Off with your wiry coronet, and show
The hairy diadems which on you do grow.
Off with your hose and shoes; then softly tread
In this love's hallow'd temple, this soft bed.
In such white robes heaven's angels used to be
Revealed to men; thou, angel, bring'st with thee
A heaven-like Mahomet's paradise; and though
Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know
By this these angels from an evil sprite;
Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
    Licence my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
O, my America, my Newfoundland,
My kingdom, safest when with one man mann'd,
My mine of precious stones, my empery;
How am I blest in thus discovering thee!
To enter in these bonds, is to be free;
Then, where my hand is set, my soul shall be.
    Full nakedness!  All joys are due to thee;
As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be
To taste whole joys.   Gems which you women use
Are like Atlanta's ball cast in men's views;
That, when a fool's eye lighteth on a gem,
His earthly soul might court that, not them.
Like pictures, or like books' gay coverings made
For laymen, are all women thus array'd.
Themselves are only mystic books, which we
—Whom their imputed grace will dignify—
Must see reveal'd.   Then, since that I may know,
As liberally as to thy midwife show
Thyself; cast all, yea, this white linen hence;
There is no penance due to innocence :
    To teach thee, I am naked first; why then,
What needst thou have more covering than a man?

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Nov. 17th, 2014 10:20 pm
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Today I actually managed to work. It's nice to feel a lift in the mental fog. I even got out to listen to the Belltower and as I listened, I wrote one more page of my prospectus. I don't think I'm even going to hit a dozen pages (most proposals are, I think, fifteen) but even if I hit ten pages, I think they will be ten good pages.

I even got to the NNWM write-in, and wrote 1700 words.

I finished grading. I had a very good chat with my supervising prof. She even bought my books =) I also had a chat with a lecturer of German in the department as well about Star Trek because she saw my Blak Trek sweater.

I had put the crockpot to cook a small chicken all day and it was good with rice. I didn't finish the meat but I may mix it in with the minced beef when I get around to making lasagna.

My dad called and we had a good long talk, mostly about earthworms. Which was pretty exciting stuff. My dad's a composter himself, but a very lazy one. He has a kind of terra preta sort of system in the backyard trough where he dumps organic stuff. But we are both very conscientious about separating our garbage like that. I told him about what it's like to do vermicomposting and he sounds interested and recalled seeing an article in the local newspaper about someone who exports worms. Turns out there IS a worm farm company in Port Klang, although they don't seem to sell just worms--you have to buy the whole kit and caboodle, worms and box and worm food, which seems exceedingly silly to me.

Tomorrow I hope to get through the talk in the afternoon and maybe write some more NNWM words, and finally begin writing my application for the fellowship; it's due next week, eep.

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Nov. 17th, 2014 06:42 pm

The Canonization - John Donne

Nov. 17th, 2014 07:59 am
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I just noticed that this comm has not a single poem tagged as author: john donne. So I'm going to spend this week rectifying this serious deficiency.

The Canonization

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love;
    Or chide my palsy, or my gout;
    My five gray hairs, or ruin'd fortune flout;
With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve;
        Take you a course, get you a place,
        Observe his Honour, or his Grace;
Or the king's real, or his stamp'd face
    Contemplate; what you will, approve,
    So you will let me love.

Alas! alas! who's injured by my love?
    What merchant's ships have my sighs drown'd?
    Who says my tears have overflow'd his ground?
When did my colds a forward spring remove?
        When did the heats which my veins fill
        Add one more to the plaguy bill?
Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still
    Litigious men, which quarrels move,
    Though she and I do love.

Call's what you will, we are made such by love;
    Call her one, me another fly,
    We're tapers too, and at our own cost die,
And we in us find th' eagle and the dove.
        The phoenix riddle hath more wit
        By us; we two being one, are it;
So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit.
    We die and rise the same, and prove
    Mysterious by this love.

We can die by it, if not live by love,
    And if unfit for tomb or hearse
    Our legend be, it will be fit for verse;
And if no piece of chronicle we prove,
        We'll build in sonnets pretty rooms;
        As well a well-wrought urn becomes
The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs,
    And by these hymns, all shall approve
    Us canonized for love;

And thus invoke us, "You, whom reverend love
    Made one another's hermitage;
    You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage;
Who did the whole world's soul contract, and drove
        Into the glasses of your eyes;
        So made such mirrors, and such spies,
That they did all to you epitomize—
    Countries, towns, courts beg from above
    A pattern of your love."
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If you liked Likhain‘s cover for the SPIRITS ABROAD ebook, you can now download it as a desktop wallpaper at her website:

We Are Forests — downloadable wallpapers

I’ve got it on my desktop now and I gotta say, it’s pretty intense. I like to think that unflinching gaze is keeping me honest.



And the SPIRITS ABROAD paperback is now available at Big Green Bookshop, a friendly North London indie bookshop. I met Simon at Loncon, where Big Green had a stall in the dealer’s room where they’d sell any random’s book. There isn’t a webpage for SPIRITS ABROAD at the moment, but they have got it, they’ll sell it to you for £7.99, and they ship worldwide — contact them for details.

Mirrored from Zen Cho.

Worm harvesting!

Nov. 16th, 2014 10:51 pm
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I said to my friend Rubato yesterday, everything feels like it takes so long in Southern California. It's so exhausting. I wake up to do one thing and suddenly it feels like that's the only thing I can do all day. Part of it for me is the suburban sprawl. But I don't know, it feels strange, that I'm so unproductive here.

Anyway, the highlight of today! Was harvesting my worms' poop for the first time, officially! I've done it before, of course, as part of the outdoor adventure, but this is the first indoor one. Pictures of the process here. I distributed some of it in my garden, and have some leftover in a clear plastic tub. Because my bin was really damp, there were these little mites being part of the ecosystem, and they have been coming out of the dry castings, confusedly wandering along the walls of the plastic tub.

Rubato also drew me a Chinese steampunk earthworm mascot yesterday which appears to be becoming the theme of my life: blending all my hobbies together. I'll go to JoAnn's sometime to see what I can find for making a plush worm XD

My eyes are kind of sandy, and I think it's because I wore eyeliner yesterday. I've noticed this in the past where if I wear eye makeup for protracted periods of time, my eyes are super sandy the next day and it just feels like I'm sleepy although I'm probably not.

Anyway, I also did laundry, and it's exciting when I do laundry. Laundry is so great. Even better, when I got the laundry out of the dryer, I decided to pour it all on my bed and burrow under it, pulling my comforter on top to maintain the temperature. As one does, as an adult, right?

I had a very strange dream of being a butler-robot forced to accompany my mistress back in time to nurse her mother through her birth. Then giant robots attack and the baby escapes with the father, but I have to watch the mistress and mother die. And there is a causal loop occurring, and each time the deaths escalate in violence until my character tries to break the causal loop somehow. I don't know if it happened because I woke up because a crazy crab robot was trying to kill me and I noped out of the dream!

(Before that there was another dream about a sea captain who ignored this girl and her pet something on a raft, then on a boat, because she was some sort of bad omen, and then suddenly all the ships he and his crew came across were ghost ships, and his crew began mysteriously dying, until he finally decided to rescue the mystery girl, who then recruited him to go on some land-locked mission with her. I don't really know how this transitioned into the time travel giant robot explosions, sorry.)

I actually got out to the grocery store, which was fairly impressive. I actually have a whole chicken from my last trip to 99 Ranch which I'm going to put into the crock pot tomorrow, and I also bought some lasagna things... gonna try making lasagna sometime this week for the first time! The catfish nuggets I bought, though, smelled a little funky.

Book Signing Stuff

Nov. 15th, 2014 10:32 pm
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So... this was my first ever book signing, as in, I had a table and all. Rubato came to get me around 11.45 and we got there around 1-ish, in pretty good time. I'd never been to Clockwork Couture before so this was a pretty great chance, and I hadn't hung out with Rubato in a while. I had copies of STEAMPUNK WORLD and MOTHERSHIP.

I sold 3 copies of SPW and 1 copy of Mothership. A grad school friend came out to see me even! Another grad school friend came to get me home. I felt loved.

I still have a bunch of books left... wondering if I should try to sell to school mates and then send the rest back to the publishers or what. Hrm, decisions decisions... I don't really know what the protocol is!

I wish I had taken up Bryan Worra's offer to get a folding table when I had the chance. He bought a really great little camping table that would have been perfect for the occasion (and other occasions since we ate at it). I haven't really been able to find it since. Anyway, things I was missing at the signing:
- table
- tablecloth (luckily Dru had one extra)
- something decorative
- credit card square (luckily rubato had a program on her phone for credit cards, otherwise I might not have sold anything at all!)
- pens (because man I am not very clever)

It was an interesting experience and I think it confirmed for me that when people think steampunk they're not really interested in reading material unless it's also in a visual medium. Especially short stories! I may have done better in a general bookstore, except of course this venue was a lot more cooler!

Maurisa and I talked writing on the way home, and continued over dinner.

Tomorrow I really want to go to JoAnn's to take advantage of the coupon I have, get some embroidery threads. Maybe more mint-green thread. And I'm gonna harvest my worm castings tomorrow! See how much they've produced anyway.


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