Running and Jumping

Sat, May. 30th, 2015 01:02 am
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 So now the robot cheetah can run AND jump.  Link courtesy of my partner Doug.
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This story belongs to the series Love Is For Children which includes "Love Is for Children," "Hairpins," "Blended," "Am I Not," "Eggshells," "Dolls and Guys,""Saudades," "Querencia," "Turnabout Is Fair Play," "Touching Moments," "Splash," "Coming Around," "Birthday Girl," "No Winter Lasts Forever," "Hide and Seek," "Kernel Error," "Happy Hour," "Green Eggs and Hulk,""kintsukuroi," "Little and Broken, but Still Good," "Up the Water Spout," "The Life of the Dead," and "Anahata."

Fandom: The Avengers
Characters: Phil Coulson, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanova, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, JARVIS, Tony Stark.
Medium: Fiction
Warnings: Public surveillance (consensual on the part of the main characters). Mention of past trauma with lingering symptoms of PTSD. Current environment is safe. Shyness. Nausea. Imposter syndrome. Boundary issues. Negative coping skills. Communication issues. Anxiety. Depending on how you interpret it, Bruce's mistreatment of Hulk may count as domestic violence, sibling abuse, or self-harm. Tension among the team.
Summary: Steve coaxes Bruce and Bucky to go out running with him. Later on, there is Game Night.
Notes: Hurt/comfort. Family. Fluff and angst. Coping skills. Exercise. Healthy touch. Asking for help and getting it. Hope. Tony takes things apart. Dietary concerns and solutions. Comfort food. Positive coping skills. Talking. Self-control. Discouraging mistreatment. Facing fears. Nonsexual ageplay. Nonsexual intimacy. Gifts. Caregiving. Competence. Toys and games. Gentleness. Trust. #coulsonlives

Begin with Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6.

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Plans vs. reality

Fri, May. 29th, 2015 11:20 pm
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Plans: put in two extra days at work this weekend getting the website ready to go on Monday, and taking the two days off as flex time later in the week.

Reality: spending tonight throwing up, definitely not working Saturday, perhaps not Sunday either. Bah.

Dunno if it's food poisoning or a virus, either way the result is the same.

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Hmm

Fri, May. 29th, 2015 10:19 pm
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[personal profile] lysimache keeps telling me I should write a story in which all the characters are named after cities and towns in the (New York) Capital District.

See, Troy would be normal, and you can possibly even get away with Albany itself, but I think by the time you have, like, Schenectady and Niskayuna and Watervliet people will start to suspect something.

If I Could Be An Event

Fri, May. 29th, 2015 06:26 pm
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If I could be any event, I think I'd be the Consumer Electronics Show that takes place every year. I would let everybody walk around and look at all my cool exhibits. I would designate at least 2 booths towards accessible electronics, and not just for people with visual impairments. I'd invite anyone who wanted to come share in this experience.

Personality

Fri, May. 29th, 2015 05:19 pm
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I'd say my friends would describe me as down to Earth, and a breath of fresh air. I think they'd describe me as even-tempered. I am down to Earth and a breath of fresh air, since I live on Earth. I am also very even-tempered. However, I do get fired up about things such as advocacy in certain states.

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Fri, May. 29th, 2015 03:14 pm
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I was not expecting to be followed by a Confederate apologist on tumblr today.

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Fri, May. 29th, 2015 07:08 pm

Free Fiction Friday: Boiling the Ocean Away

Fri, May. 29th, 2015 07:47 am
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I'm almost done with another Tindiere novel so that 'verse is very powerful in my mind right now. So many pieces that have been separate and broken are coming together and wow, it's so much fun to see! :D

Thus, I have a Tindiere short story for this week's Free Fiction Friday. Enjoy!

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Kinipela fought with her magic, strictly controlling the need to work the weather and waves surrounding her island. The broken heart left behind by Moanna, her ex-wife, made control that much harder.

Then Kinipela's little brother arrived with news of storm clouds approaching against the wind, pulling Kinipela out of her grief and into a battle against her heart, her magic and everything she thought she was.

Boiling the Ocean Away is a story of magic, loss, life and discovering your true self that is sure to excite.

Boiling the Ocean Away

By Meyari McFarland

Wind flowed around Kinipela, slipping gentle around her cheeks, tangling in her hair like a lover's fingers drawn slow and gentle to comfort and tease. She could smell pineapple, sharp-sweet, on the wind. Kinipela turned away, shifting in the sand so that she would not have to look up the beach to the other homes, to the one at the far end where Moanna sat.

Moanna was signing, a happy hymn of thanksgiving to the Gods for the bounty of the sea, the fruits of the land. Her long black hair, sleek as the skin of a seal freshly emerged from the ocean, hung at her back. Even at this distance Kinipela could smell the sweat at the nook of Moanna's neck, feel the silk of her skin, the skin she'd never touch again.

Nets. She needed to fix the nets. The goddess of the sea had been angry with Kinipela the last time she'd gone out fishing. Her nets had half a dozen holes, some tiny, one huge enough for a reef shark to slip right through.

It was her fault. The first thing that Kinipela had learned as a child was that calling the magic of the sea, the wind, while angry was dangerous. Futile. Painful. She'd watched her mother waste away as the magic raged inside of her after Kinipela's father died.

At least death was final. Kinipela didn't get that closure. There was no ending for her pain. Moanna had moved out of Kinipela's home, taking her sarongs and the fine wood comb that Kinipela had carved for her. There were no songs in Kinipela's home anymore. It was empty, lonely, abandoned by the one that had given it a heart, just as Kinipela had been abandoned, cast aside for a man with a weak jaw and shifty eyes who rarely brought home enough fish for the two of them, much less for the babies that Moanna had always wanted.

Babies. That was the real problem. Kinipela had not been able to give Moanna babies, even though she had been perfectly happy to invite men into their home for that purpose. Moanna hadn't wanted that. She'd wanted a man of her own, not a woman who fished and fought with the magic inside of her, too stiff and stern to dance and sing with Moanna when joy ran through both their hearts.

"You've never had an honest emotion in your life!"

Kinipela winced, barely restraining herself from ripping the net in half. Moanna's final words still hurt. They would always hurt. She didn't understand, Moanna didn't understand that magic demanded control, required strength, punished emotion. No matter how much Kinipela wanted to shout her love and pain and rage to the sky, she couldn't. It would endanger the whole island, everyone living on it.

Lie, Kinipela whispered in the back of her mind. The mental voice sounded like Grandmother, scolding with her eyes and expecting perfection no matter what Kinipela did, felt, learned. Lie. Kinipela couldn't possibly be strong enough to threaten them all.

The wind shifted, harsh and hard, carrying now the taste of ocean salt and the dying fish that flopped and struggled in shallow hollows after being swept up and away from their life-giving water, deposited to struggle and die on baking hot volcanic rock, crabs picking at their eyes until they died blind and gasping as salt crystals formed on their quivering bodies, every flop calling more crabs to come and feast.

Kinipela jerked her mind away from the wind, away from the magic that surrounded her as surely as the water surrounded the fish. Angry, she was angry. Too angry. Touching the magic was a foolish idea, such a foolish idea. Grandmother would sniff, would sigh and mention Mother while eyeing Kinipela from the corner of her eye with that expression that said 'I always knew you'd follow in her footsteps, foolish girl.'

The nets. Her hands trembled as she bent her head to repair holes in her net. The net had to be fixed. She needed to go fishing or there'd be little to eat tonight other than sweet potatoes baked in the coals of her fire. Nalani would have to go eat with Grandmother instead of staying with Kinipela. He always came back subdued, quiet, rubbing his upper arm as if Grandmother had grabbed and squeezed hard enough to bruise though bruises never bloomed.

That was a magic Kinipela didn't have. Blood and flesh didn't answer her as they did for Grandmother. No, Kinipela had inherited Grandfather's magic, the magic of the wind and sea, the magic that moved and shifted, ebbing and flowing like the tides. It curled around Kinipela's ankles, sucking insistently at her attention despite her efforts to focus on nothing but the nets in her hands.

"Kinipela!" Nalani called.

His shout echoed across the beach, drawing quiet laughter and smiles as he ran towards her, eyes wide and smile broader against the rosy brown of his cheeks.

"Sister!" Nalani shouted again.

"I hear you," Kinipela said. "The whole island hears you."

"Kinipela," Nalani complained, his full bottom lip pouting out after he skidded to a stop by her spread nets. "I'm not that loud!"

She smiled, nodded and patted the sand next to her. "Maybe. I think that your voice echoed off the volcano, though. At least half the island heard you. Mm-hmm."

He huffed, stomping around the perimeter of her nets to flop on his back in the sand, little feet just resting on the hem of the nets. Kinipela shook her head before turning back to her nets. Sometimes she wondered how they could have come from the same mother, the same Grandmother. Little Nalani never worried about offending people. No matter how much noise he made, he didn't draw inward, didn't bit his tongue and hold himself stiff.

Grandmother complained every time she came to their side of the island. She scolded him and told him that he would never be married if he didn't learn to behave properly. Kinipela had struck the old woman the last time she'd tried to dim Nalani's bright soul. Thankfully, Grandmother hadn't come back since. It was a blessing and all the more reason to make sure that she had food for Nalani tonight. Sending him around the point to Grandmother was the very last thing that Kinipela wanted to do.

"There are clouds," Nalani observed once his panting eased.

"You're looking at the sky, little one," Kinipela agreed. "Clouds live there."

"No, clouds on the horizon," Nalani said. "Big ones! Off to the south, like a hurricane is coming in hard and fast."

He sat up, spraying sand over both of them as he gestured wide with his arms. Kinipela blinked, staring at him. Nalani nodded and did the gesture again, spreading his arms wide enough with such a serious expression that Kinipela's stomach roiled.

The wind was from the north, blowing strongly south. Her mind darted up into the sky, feeling the flow of the wind above where the gulls flew. South. It blew south. No storm could come from the south, not with the rivers of wind overhead flowing so strongly, so directly against them.

Kinipela frowned at him, set her nets aside, and stood. The sand under her feet seemed to quiver for a moment, responding to the water under the surface that danced for her. Wrong. Something was so very wrong. It shouldn't respond like that when nothing was happening.

Except Moanna.

No, this wasn't Kinipela's broken heart betraying her. The waves on the shore were farther in than they should be. The tide moved in when it should be moving out. Kinipela looked at the ripples of the waves, studying the flash and shift of them. The ocean was moving south, moving towards the southern shore as if someone had gripped the ocean itself and sought to draw it to her.

When she offered her hand to him Nalani scrambled to his feet and beamed as he took her hand. He took her hand with joy radiating off him. Kinipela couldn't bring herself to smile, not with her heart aching and the ocean telling her that something was very, very wrong, but she did squeeze his little hand gently.

"Show me," Kinipela said. "There shouldn't be a big storm this time of year. It's the dry season."

"I know," Nalani said as he tugged Kinipela away from the nets, the beach, Moanna's song. "I told the others that something was wrong but Halia laughed and said I was being silly. The others laughed too so I ran to get you so you could see the clouds and tell them that it is important, that everyone should pay attention. The clouds stretch that much," he waved his hands about the length of Kinipela's forearm, "across the horizon. You told me that storms from the south that stretch a long, long ways are bad so I knew something was wrong."

"That… is wrong," Kinipela said. She let Nalani's hand go, gesturing for him to go first. "Let's run, little one. I need to see this quickly."

Find the rest of the story on my WP site here.

Why, Neflix, why? (H2O: Mermaid Adventures)

Fri, May. 29th, 2015 09:26 am
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Remember how I adored H2O: Just Add Water?

Well, Netflix has given us the animated version with H2O: Mermaid Adventures, and it's just. Terrible. I couldn't last ten minutes. Worst of all, Emma, Rikki, and Cleo sound like they're American. This just seems wrong. I'm used to sweet, adorable little Australian mermaids! Also they turned Rikki from a blonde into a redhead.

Maybe it's silly of me, but honestly. Australian tv series have their own charm. I like that they're not American in style.

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Fri, May. 29th, 2015 10:28 am
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I haven't gotten through all of my remixee's stories yet, but I've read quite a few. I'm considering the possibilities of the ones I've looked at so far. None of them are perfect fits, but I don't expect a perfect fit. I am very tempted by the one dark story I've found out of the whole lot as it might play to my strengths, but it's very, very dark, and I'm not sure I want to go there. A number of the stories are quite short so that I'd have to do a lot of work to get to a 1000 word story. I could do it. I've done that before.

Scott worked late last night and expects to work late again tonight. He won't know about the weekend until after 3:00 this afternoon. He says things are likely to be bad again for a while in terms of overtime (they haven't stopped being bad as far as I can tell) because the first of the new hires for second shift has already quit. He couldn't handle the heat. Scott was kind of astonished by that as the guy was working in the coldest section of the plant, the one bit that's actually air conditioned.

Cordelia's friend and her brother didn't go to cross country yesterday, so I expected that Cordelia wouldn't, but she did after all. It seems a very unlikely thing, but there it is. She got home about 4:00. There was a Girl Scout thing from 4:30-6:30 that I'd said we couldn't go to because I was expecting the two extra kids and because I wasn't sure how we (or more likely just she) would get there. Cordelia was fairly peeved with me over that, but how was I to know? Getting her there wasn't something I could arrange in the short time we had.

Scott suggested that we watch a DVD last night, but neither of us actually moved to get up and find the remotes or to turn things on without them. (Our cleaning lady comes on Thursdays, and she always moves the remotes to where she thinks they belong which is out of reach from where Scott and I sit.)

Scott thought there must be something planned for this weekend for me to be hoping so hard that he gets both days off, but there isn't. I just like having him at home. I also think he wears himself out during the week so that a one day weekend isn't enough to get him back on track.

My left ankle (not the one I actually injured) is hurting a lot when I walk and feels kind of wobbly. It's actually giving me more trouble than my injured right ankle. I'm not sure if I should try to see my doctor about it or not. I suspect that a good brace, like the one I wear on my right ankle, would help a lot, and I don't think I can walk into a drug store and find one on the shelf. But I haven't actually injured it so far as I can recall. I think that this started while I was wearing the boot and walking around kind of unbalanced, but I haven't worn the boot very much at all in the last two weeks.
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It's time to meet the DWers on my friending meme tonight!

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Fri, May. 29th, 2015 01:33 pm
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Defining my terms at the top of the page. )
The part where I wryly tell anecdotes so you can gauge your interest in reading several thousand words on the topic
I've been talking intermittently over the last little while about shit like theology as repository of psychosocial extelligence (e.g.). Thursday lunchtime I realised with some dismay that I needed a purification ritual and I needed one fast and all of this is stuff I'm cobbling together as I go along, but I ended up with: sorting out my hair; showering even though it was hard; scrubbing my face and hands with some of the nice salt we keep in; moisturising with the E45 that I stuck a couple of bay leaves in lo these many years ago; eating half a teaspoon of honey from a friend's parents' hives; and then I spent the journey over to the tattoo shop meditating, and now I have symbology etched on me, and it is good -- but I have also realised that I've been doing most of my talking about this stuff via chatting with people one-on-one and I might perhaps benefit from going into a bit more detail, a little more formally.

So. )
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Two interesting pieces by Kameron Hurley:

The first is on the economics of using Patreon as a creator and to fund your creative works, which I thought was a really interesting analysis. (Note that I think I got there from someone's post here, but I can't figure out whose, it's that kind of day).

The second is actually linked from the first, but it's almost a throwaway line and leads to quite a good article she wrote for the Atlantic that really lays out the anti-diversity agenda of the puppies.


Tracking what you're doing

Fri, May. 29th, 2015 08:31 am
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So. I have a lovely new job, and I am at the stage of the lovely new job (this is the end of my 4th week) where I am beginning to figure out what I want to do going forward.

In particular, I'm looking for a good way to track ongoing projects. I have a todo list I like (Todoist, which I use for both work and home stuff), and I have a tracking method (inherited from my predecessor) for tracking actual reference requests (an Excel spreadsheet).

But I also have a bunch of other things (right now, the list includes rearranging the office shelves and piles of things, creating some handouts and materials for researchers, shelfreading, reading through the annual reports so I get a sense of what's in them, building a knowledge base document with things like "What are the names of the bells in the bell tower" and "why is this particular sculpture unusual". Lots of stuff that is long term but has segmented bits, in other words)

And I'm trying to figure out the best way to track "Made X handout" or "reviewed Y materials and edited" or whatever, so that later, I can figure out what I did when, or so that if my boss asks what I've been up to, I can summarise quickly.

I'm reasonably open to technology, but my work computer has less memory than it might, and complains with more than about 10 open browser tabs.

So. What do you all do? What have you tried that didn't work for you?

(This is a public post: feel free to invite people to drop in and comment. Same requests as my previous Salon posts, namely assume people have reasons for what they're doing, comments that improve the conversation or ask questions are entirely welcome, if you do not have a DW account, please put a name we can call you in your comment.)

Podfic!

Fri, May. 29th, 2015 08:02 pm
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The awesome [archiveofourown.org profile] cloudlake has made a podfic of my fic Songs by Ono no Komachi! If you like that kind of thing, you should give it a listen!

Disability in Mad Max

Fri, May. 29th, 2015 04:46 am
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Here's an interesting essay about disability in Mad Max.

EDIT 5/29/15: LJ user Arielstarshadow found another good essay by a woman with a similar disability to Imperator Furiosa.

Unfortunate Representation

Fri, May. 29th, 2015 02:13 am
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I think it’s difficult when it comes to defending a character that’s coded as mentally ill for representation’s sake that unfortunately is also a jerk or outright abusive. I think it’s also just as difficult to criticize that character without sounding like the criticism is because that character is mentally ill. I think this is where the disconnect and misunderstandings may often lie within fandom. People don’t want to defend a character that’s abusive, but people also don’t want to defend ableist mindsets, and while the two points are not mutually exclusive, discussions about it tend to assume it is. One is either seen as an abuse apologist or an ableist, and that’s some incorrect absolutes to a complex situation that deals in various shades of grey.

I do wish more characters existed that have typically “unpalatable” symptoms of mental illnesses but that are shown in a respectful and hopefully empathetic manner. It’s really upsetting that the majority of characters that are coded with things like like Borderline Personality Disorder, Bipolar, Dependent Personality Disorder, and so on, are usually shown to be inherently abusive because they’re mentally ill.

In my personal experience with my own mental illnesses, it’s often actually because those who are mentally ill are set to unrealistic standards that are easy for healthy and able people, while also discouraged to develop personal, proadaptive and healthy coping mechanisms. If characters are to show maladaptive and abusive coping methods, I want the media they are in to at least show what it is like being mentally ill in a world not only not inclusive and assistive to their needs, but regularly downright tyrannical towards those who are not healthy and able.

I think it would be really refreshing to see media be much more respectful towards those with "scary" mental illnesses. It would be so nice to finally be able to relate to a character and not have to add a disclaimer because the creators made them questionable or abusive, like many mentally ill characters are in media often made by healthy and able people.

I think it would be good to explore the why's and how's on society's affect towards those of us who are mentally ill, how insidious the microaggressions are, even or especially the smaller and more casual ones, because of how fast they pile up. People would hopefully stop blaming our outbursts, intrusive thoughts, panic attacks, etc on how “weird” and mentally ill a character is (and real people who suffer similarly) in some amusing or exotifying way, but would instead be made to examine all the impossible standards and the triggers that society puts in place that detriment us.

I hope that made sense...? I’m interested to know what others think about this!

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This story belongs to the series Love Is For Children which includes "Love Is for Children," "Hairpins," "Blended," "Am I Not," "Eggshells," "Dolls and Guys,""Saudades," "Querencia," "Turnabout Is Fair Play," "Touching Moments," "Splash," "Coming Around," "Birthday Girl," "No Winter Lasts Forever," "Hide and Seek," "Kernel Error," "Happy Hour," "Green Eggs and Hulk,""kintsukuroi," "Little and Broken, but Still Good," "Up the Water Spout," "The Life of the Dead," and "Anahata."

Fandom: The Avengers
Characters: Phil Coulson, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanova, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, JARVIS, Tony Stark.
Medium: Fiction
Warnings: Public surveillance (consensual on the part of the main characters). Mention of past trauma with lingering symptoms of PTSD. Current environment is safe. Shyness. Nausea. Imposter syndrome. Boundary issues. Negative coping skills. Communication issues. Anxiety. Depending on how you interpret it, Bruce's mistreatment of Hulk may count as domestic violence, sibling abuse, or self-harm. Tension among the team.
Summary: Steve coaxes Bruce and Bucky to go out running with him. Later on, there is Game Night.
Notes: Hurt/comfort. Family. Fluff and angst. Coping skills. Exercise. Healthy touch. Asking for help and getting it. Hope. Tony takes things apart. Dietary concerns and solutions. Comfort food. Positive coping skills. Talking. Self-control. Discouraging mistreatment. Facing fears. Nonsexual ageplay. Nonsexual intimacy. Caregiving. Competence. Toys and games. Gentleness. Trust. #coulsonlives

Begin with Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.

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