two dreams

26 May 2016 03:22 pm
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I had a couple weird dreams last night, which I made a point of remembering after I woke up because I wanted to share them.

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1. The first dream was sort of a sci-fi action thriller thing, in which a group of people had the ability to 'abstract' themselves one layer away from normal reality, and then perform the same trick a second time (second-level abstraction), but while it was technically possible to keep going indefinitely, in practice if you went to a third-level abstraction, about half the time what came back (if anything came back at all) was not quite you.

Abstracted people, as viewed from normal reality, were invisible except when they were in motion, at which point they appeared sort of like a silvery column of heat distortion. The people who could abstract (which I think relied on gadgets) were on some kind of heist mission related to maybe overthrowing a dystopia of some sort, and were being chased by agents who could either not abstract at all or could only perform first-level abstractions, BUT they had guns whose bullets could, upon touching the after-image an abstracted person left in the lower reality level, explode in such a way as to send shockwaves through higher levels of abstraction and hopefully knock abstracted people back into normal reality where they'd either be arrested or shot for real.

Being abstracted was visually weird to experience, because on the one hand it was literally abstraction -- the world went from three-dimensional reality to first being kind of flat color and drawn with heavy linework, and on a second-level abstraction, you started to get light shining through stained-glass color blocks and vaguely cubist distortion effects. Third-level abstractions got really trippy, and that's where the mental effects started to kick in because abstraction didn't erase the world around you, just your perception of it and its ability to interact with you, and in third-level abstractions you could, like, walk through walls if you wanted, or ignore gravity, and sort of see time-currents or something? And your mental processes went all weird, and I guess a bunch of people just didn't want to go back, and some who did couldn't readjust because brain chemistry is delicate, you know?

I might try to work that idea into a proper story someday.

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2. The second dream involved me trying to make a baby shower gift for some friends (who are not remotely romantically involved in real life, let alone expecting a child) and I settled on a knit wool hat of many colors which I was going to make via an automatic knitting machine. It was in my public library, over near the paperback fiction shelves, and what you did was enter a pattern into a computer and the machine would produce your design in whatever colors and fibers you wanted. It manufactured your chosen kind of yarn out of a pile of raw synthetic fibers, so I guess it was a bit like specialized 3D printing?

Anyway, I was sitting there trying to translate a set of knitting instructions into a sort of grid pattern, and all around me other people were entering their own programs... one of which was an actual baby. Literally, these two women programmed the machine (in the public library!) to knit a living child out of a pile of synthetic fibers. And it worked. They picked the crying baby up out of the basket of finished products, put on a diaper and a onesie, and took the kid off to get a birth certificate or whatever.

And nobody blinked twice.

I decided to make my friends' kid a blanket as well as the hat, because I felt slightly upstaged after that.

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26 May 2016 09:40 am
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I’ve got to figure out a better way to do this whole sleeping thing. Cordelia wants me getting up with her because she’s afraid of oversleeping. It’s a real risk because she’s very tired most mornings and tends to close her eyes 'just for a minute.' We all know how that one ends.

The difficulty is that Cordelia gets up at 6:30. Scott gets up at 5:00 with a second alarm at 6:00. No matter what I do, I can’t get Scott to bed before 11:30. Every night, I end up getting up some time between midnight and 1:00 to use the bathroom. This means I really don’t get enough sleep. Last night, because Scott knew he had an extra hour and a half to sleep, he stayed up later than usual. I spent a lot of time dreaming that I’d slept through my alarm or forgotten to set it or something.

I’m trying to figure out what to do with today. Scott wants me to come up with things I want to do. I really don’t have ideas except for a handful of errands that shouldn’t take too long. Well, and some more sleep would be nice, but Thursday is a rotten time for that. The morning is the best time to run the errands in terms of me being comfortable, temperature wise, but I can’t nap in the afternoon because that’s when the cleaning lady comes.

I also have to pick a place for dinner which involves deciding how adventurous my digestive system is up to me being. If I’m being conservative then I ought to go for something like pancakes or a very meat and potatoes sort of meal. If I’m being adventurous, there’s Blue Nile or Totoro or any number of Chinese restaurants or maybe Palm Palace or Red Lobster. I don’t think that Cardamom (local Indian place) is a viable option for me for dinner even if I’m being adventurous because the level of spice varies wildly and I can’t eat anything particularly spicy after about 2:00.

Scott and I signed the contract last night for getting more insulation put in. I’m not particularly keen on the process, the jumping through hoops part, and I expect that the part where they pull off part of our aluminum siding will be very noisy. The guy said everything would take about six weeks, but I wasn’t clear if that was six weeks including scheduling or six weeks once they actually start putting stuff in. I can’t imagine how it would take six weeks for putting in the insulation. Our house is not particularly large or complicated.
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"I Have Been Asked To Tell You That Your Cries Of Anguish Are Keeping The Whole Neighborhood Awake!"*

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Monday night, my mother called to tell me she had a sore throat and wanted to go to the doctor the next day.

So, Tuesday morning I made her an appointment at a medcheck place. They did a strep culture on her, but she had no fever and the culture came back negative. They diagnosed allergy and gave her a prescription for a nasal spray. She enjoyed going to the doctor and talking to them.

After that, she wanted to go to to Fazolli's and pick up spaghetti. That was going fine until it wasn't; suddenly it was all too much for her and we had to go home. Of course it wasn't that easy; it took a few minutes for them to give us the food we'd paid for, and I had to actually drive home.

Once we got there, she had a hard time getting out of the car, and I was almost thinking she'd had another stroke. I asked if she wanted to go to the hospital, but no, she wanted to go into her house. Instead of her walker, I'd gotten her wheelchair and I wheeled her to the steps. (She refuses to have a ramp.) She made it up the steps and into the house, utterly exhausted. I went to work, wondering if I was doing the right thing, leaving her alone, not arguing about the hospital.

Yesterday evening, she called to have me come over because she'd fallen. One problem we have is that the wheelchair slips on the hardwood floors. (I'm going to get some rubber mats.) I don't know if that's what happened, but she seemed fine, she was herself. I got her settled in bed and came home and felt awful because everything is my responsibility and I never know what to do and she won't listen to me.

This morning, before I left for work, she called again. She was trepidatious about getting herself to the bathroom and wanted me to come over and watch her. I got dressed, went over, and watched her get herself to and from the bathroom and took her a bottle of water. She didn't want any food.

This evening, she called for me to come and watch her go to the bathroom again. After that, she wheeled herself into the dining room where her chair is. She was in good spirits, except for crying about Grandma and how hard the end of her life was. I got her a Boost and some more water. She didn't want anything to eat.

I can't make her eat.

I can't make her do anything. I can try to persuade her, but she listens to me even less than she used to.

She tells me pretty much every time we talk that this has been going on too long, that she's ready to go. I'm already mourning.


*Linus Van Pelt

packing problem

25 May 2016 05:18 pm
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Packing for Wiscon. One carry-on, one laptop bag, one CPAP. No checked bag. Can fit a paperback in the CPAP bag.

For signing, I could take:

hardcovers:
All the Birds in the Sky, by Charlie Jane Anders
The Chaos, by Nalo Hopkinson
The New Moon's Arms, by Nalo Hopkinson
Liar, by Justine Larbalestier
Magic or Madness, by Justine Larbalestier

trade paperbacks:
A Stranger in Olondria, by Sofia Samatar
Midnight Robber, by Nalo Hopkinson
The Salt Roads, by Nalo Hopkinson
Brown Girl in the Ring, by Nalo Hopkinson
Skin Folk, by Nalo Hopkinson
Sister Mine, by Nalo Hopkinson
Elysium, by Jennifer Marie

Probably not polite to ask an author to sign more than two books.

What to bring for the book swap? Here, the problem is that most of my books are still at my husband's house, and that's where most of the books that I am ready to part with would be. I've got a duplicate copy of Karen Joy Fowler's Sister Noon -- perfect. I've got White Horse, by Alex Adams, which I thought was terrible but maybe someone else won't. If I ever want to read Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World again I know that I will always be able to find a copy. That'll do.

Free to a good home

25 May 2016 02:50 pm
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Anyone interested in a set of the Baum Oz books? I’m pretty sure I’ve got all of them. They’re mass market paperbacks. Most of them are the Del Rey edition, but the copy of The Land of Oz isn’t. It’s got a green cover and so doesn’t match the rest. Taken.

I’ve also got a handful of Great Brain books. I don’t think I can donate them to the school library because they’ve been weeding those out of the collection for the last four or five years (that’s how I ended up with so many duplicates. I forgot what I already had).

Also, anybody local want a paraffin bath? I haven’t touched it since before Cordelia was born, so I can’t be certain that it still works, but it worked then, and I only used it about three times. It’s the right size for a foot or a hand up to the wrist. I’m pretty sure we have some clean paraffin to go with it, but until I open the bin where it’s stored, I can’t be certain, and that bin is shoved to the farthest point under the stairs. If someone’s actually interested, I’ll brave the cobwebs to pull it out.

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25 May 2016 02:17 pm
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It’s very warm in here. The air conditioner is actually running which means it must be at least 80F. I’m very tempted to move into the basement even though it would mean either sitting on the floor or doing a lot of work to set up a place to sit. It would also mean giving up on watching DVDs for today. Most of them are due Sunday, and I’d prefer to return them rather than renew them. I’ve got one new library DVD that I’ll get out on Sunday, and I was thinking of trying some documentaries to see if I can find any that aren’t stressful.

Cake baking is not happening today. It’s too warm in here for me to run the oven for an hour.

I’ve started a list of things I want to do while Scott’s at home tomorrow. Having someone to lift boxes and drive the car during the day on a weekday is a big thing. Ideally, we’ll take books to the school and books to the downtown library for the Friends of the Library and go to the post office to ship two packages (one is ready; one still needs padding and addressing).

Finally, I want to go to the bus company’s office on S. Industrial to buy some half price bus tokens. We’ve got about twenty left at this point which would get me and Cordelia through a year pretty easily if all we use them for is trips to the dentist and the orthopedist. I don’t pay anything to ride the bus, so she’s the one who would use the tokens. I’m just hoping that she’ll start riding the bus for other things. The hitch is that the bus company only sells the half price tokens in multiples of 100, so getting them is expensive, and, well, I’m not sure we’ll use 100 before she graduates high school and has to pay full price. I suppose it would depend on where she ends up going for high school. With certain schools, we’d use a lot more than 100 tokens. (Sixteen years ago, when I was still working, a bus pass was only better than tokens if one was riding more than ten times a week. At ten times a week, a bus pass cost the same per ride as the tokens. I have no idea if that’s still true.)

Nine.

25 May 2016 10:52 am
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This is not a drill. There are 41 years left on the duration. Nine have elapsed.

As I've said before, I feel warranties should come with an extension.

Much love on this glorious 25th of May.

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25 May 2016 08:42 am
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I spent a little time yesterday trying to track down AO3 handles for various people I wrote fics for in the past, before I started posting on AO3. I suspect there are going to be a lot that I simply can’t connect with any certainty to an AO3 name. I’m also kind of not inclined to try to track down the people who never commented because I kind of assume they didn’t like the fic. If I’ve written a fic for you and you have an AO3 handle and the giftfic isn’t linked to your account (and you want it to be or wouldn’t mind it being), drop me a comment or PM.

I got one of the bins of crap in the living room mostly sorted. I filled the inside recycling bin between half and two thirds of the way. It was heavy enough that I wasn’t comfortable trying to carry it out. When I stopped, I was exhausted and thought I was going to end up going to bed at 5 p.m., but eating dinner really helped.

Scott and Cordelia went downtown to the library to see a bit of a Taiwanese puppet show by a group that’s apparently quite a big deal. They didn’t end up staying long because it was very, very loud. Scott also hadn’t thought to take his glasses and so couldn’t really see the puppets. Cordelia’s Chinese teacher was really eager to have her students see the show. I’m kind of sorry that I couldn’t see any of it, but I really felt exhausted. I’m not sure when I last felt that wiped out.

After Scott and Cordelia came home, Scott and I walked to the bottom of the hill and then back up. He thinks I should do that every day. I probably should, too. It’s just very hard to get myself out of the house. I need to come up with ways to reward myself. I just can’t think of anything because it can’t cost money and it can’t involve food. And it can’t be something I’d do anyway like listening to music or having the TV on for distraction. I don’t think Habitica or a sticker chart is going to work for me, either.

I set my alarm to get up with Cordelia at 6:30 this morning. Then, of course, I closed my eyes again for just a moment and woke up at 7:00. Fortunately, Cordelia had gotten herself up and was doing fine. I don’t know if she’s going to want me to keep getting up with her or if she’s going to feel confident enough to do it on her own again. I ended up actually getting up at 7:30.

I’ve got a short to do list today, but I’m not sure how much of it I’ll actually get to. None of it is anything that ought to take very long. It’s just hard to start. I’m also starting to feel like maybe I should lie down again.

To do list for my own reference )
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Fandom/Geeky Things

Via [dreamwidth.org profile] firecat, "Searching for Glendower: Reflecting on The Raven Cycle". [a roundtable at Women Write About Comics; there's a warning partway through before they get into major spoilers]

Over at [dreamwidth.org profile] ladybusiness, [dreamwidth.org profile] owlmoose posted "Closing the File on Agent Carter".

Via [dreamwidth.org profile] musesfool, a breakdown of the different organizations/factions/players in Orphan Black (spoilers, obviously!). [Reddit thread]

"“Girls Can Sell Toys,” Says Krysten Ritter, Realizing Jessica Jones Doesn’t Have an Action Figure".


Useful

Via [dreamwidth.org profile] cofax7, "How to Make Rich, Flavorful Caramel Without Melting Sugar". [Serious Eats]

The OxfordWords blog offers "6 punctuation marks you might be using incorrectly".

"The Line Remaking Men’s Clothes For Women’s Bodies".


Cute Stuff

"PHOTOS: Star Wars Pug crawl in Portland".

A two-minute video on Facebook of an up-close and personal encounter with a baby elephant seal. SO CUTE.

"This Man Rescued These Foxes And Now They Won’t Leave His Side".


Miscellaneous

At Tor.com, Kameron Hurley talks about her about-to-be-released book The Geek Feminist Revolution. "I am still more likely to find my work remembered when people ask, “Who are your favorite women writers?” than “Who are your favorite science fiction writers?” And that, there, demonstrates how categorization and erasure happen in our back brains without our conscious understanding of what it is we’re doing. Yes, I’m a writer, but..."

"15 Reasons Why Christopher Pike Was The Best YA Horror Author Ever". [Buzzfeed]

"Google aims to kill passwords by the end of this year: Android users will be able to log in to services using a combination of their face, typing patterns and how they move". [The Guardian]

Via [dreamwidth.org profile] oursin, " The foul reign of the biological clock: It seems like the concept of the biological clock has been with us forever. In fact, the metaphor was invented in the late 1970s. And it has been used to reinforce sexist ideas ever since". [The Guardian]

"Japanese book “nekotan” teaches foreign language the best way possible: by talking about cats". [RocketNews24]


On The Toast:

--"The Pitch Meeting for Animaniacs".

--"WHY YOU KEEP HAVING THE SAME FIGHT EVERY TIME: A TEXT GAME". [Mallory Ortberg]

Theory

24 May 2016 10:39 pm
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Into love and out again,
Thus I went, and thus I go.
Spare your voice, and hold your pen—
Well and bitterly I know
All the songs were ever sung,
All the words were ever said;
Could it be, when I was young,
Some one dropped me on my head?


—Dorothy Parker

flowerpot and saucer

24 May 2016 02:59 pm
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[personal profile] edenfalling
black and gray flowerpot


black and gray saucer


saucer and flowerpot


saucer and flowerpot, different angle


So my friend Susan is a freelance artist who also works various part-time jobs to supplement her commission income. Currently one of those jobs is at a pottery, and for this past Christmas she made me a really nice flowerpot.

Last month, I asked her to make an accompanying saucer (because it was too nice a pot to keep using an old pickle-jar lid as a makeshift drip catcher), which she did, and we traded money for ceramics when I was in NJ this past weekend.

They are both SO PRETTY, and they go really well together! I'm not entirely sure what to plant in them (I had a narcissus in the pot this winter, but it has now gone back to resting bulb state and would probably do better in a slightly larger pot next time anyway), but I will think of something and it will be beautiful. :D

[[original Tumblr post, for when the embedded links inevitably break]]

pepper update, Tuesday 5/24/16

24 May 2016 02:35 pm
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thirteen pepper sprouts photographed from above, 24 May 2016
top view


thirteen pepper sprouts photographed from the side, 24 May 2016
side view


In the confusion of travel, unpacking, and installing my AC, I forgot to photograph my peppers on Monday. So you get to see an eight-day difference rather than a seven-day difference. Horrors!

They traveled down to NJ in their tray with the lid for protection (it only just fit over the tallest sprout) and came safely back the same way. My parents and aunt made the requisite impressed/pleased noises over them, and Mom even watered them herself a couple times with a spray bottle.

I think I may transplant the biggest ones into actual pots next week, if only because it will be easier to tie them to proper stakes than it would be to try inserting popsicle sticks or the equivalent into the peat cylinders. :)

[[original Tumblr post, for when the embedded links inevitably break]]

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24 May 2016 02:22 pm
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Scott and I got to bed early last night. Fifteen minutes later, the power went out. DTE told us power would come back in about three hours (and they were only four minutes off). Unfortunately, this meant that Scott lost a lot of sleep time because of not being able to use his bi-PAP. I don’t remember if we still have the generator he bought last year (or was it the year before?), but getting it set up (in the dark!) would have take as much time as the power was supposed to be out.

The weather was clear last night. It wasn’t even windy. This means we really, really weren’t expecting to lose power. Cordelia was a little scared but not a lot.

I set my cell phone alarm for 5 a.m. so that Scott wouldn’t be late for work. I didn’t think to turn that off when the power came back because I was half asleep and didn’t remember that his alarm clock has a battery backup. I just knew that he hadn’t tried to reset it after the power came back, so I figured we still needed my alarm. Scott’s alarm apparently goes off at 5:08 instead of 5:00. His clock is five minutes fast, though, so it was actually 5:03. That was just long enough for him to get really cranky with me about lost minutes of sleep.

I ended up not getting back to sleep until after Cordelia left for school. She was afraid she’d sleep through her alarm, so she’d asked me to get up with her, and I did. I was back in bed by 7:00 but didn’t sleep until after she left around 8:00. Then DTE called at 8:45 and at 9:00 and at 10:30 to let me know that our power should be back on. That made me seriously cranky, so it’s fortunate that I’m at home alone and can get past that.

Our DSL was out when I got up. I ended up restarting the modem twice. I wasn’t hopeful when I did it the second time because I thought that, if it was going to work, the first time would have done it. But apparently twice was what was needed. I was worried that I’d have to try to power cycle other bits of equipment that are a lot less easy to get to, that I’m not certain what they do, that don’t have actual power buttons, and that have multiple cords, none of which are clearly the power cord.

My step-father got back from China last night. That’s where my mother was when I tried to reach her to update her on my sister’s status. I rather thought that was likely because I couldn’t think why else she’d have left home under the circumstances. Apparently, my sister’s husband tried to text Mom, but Mom’s cell phone is very, very old and won’t download text messages. It will tell her they exist, but it won’t download them.

Oh, and the asparagus has not caused problems today, so I’m going to try other vegetables today.

Misc. linkspam

24 May 2016 03:01 pm
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"In a digital archive of fugitive slave ads, a new portrait of slavery emerges".

"How Flowers Help Us Understand Why Bridges Collapse".

Via [dreamwidth.org profile] sovay, the Paleontological Research Institution has a Kickstarter for "Ammonoid Plushie - a new Paleozoic Pal".

Via [dreamwidth.org profile] yhlee, "The Plan to Avert Our Post-Antibiotic Apocalypse: A new report estimates that by 2050, drug-resistant infections will kill one person every three seconds, unless the world’s governments take drastic steps now". [The Atlantic]

I saw this go by on Tumblr a week or two ago, and then it was mentioned again in a [dreamwidth.org profile] ladybusiness linkspam. Science!Tumblr rallies to answer the question of whether a malachite stalactite can be safely used as a dildo. There's no science like Tumblr science, folks.

Sarah Kurchak posted about Justin Trudeau and #elbowgate...for the mixed martial arts blog she writes for. *^^* "Prime Minister Justin Trudeau Threw An Elbow In the House of Commons, Should Stick To Boxing". [Fightland]

"Stop Telling Single Women How to Find a Man".

"The Curious Case of the Weapon that Didn’t Exist". [The Public Medievalist]

"What the Heck Is Blue Raspberry?" [Mental Floss]

"Makeup artist Lexie Lazear has been transforming herself into famous paintings, with some truly incredible results". [Buzzfeed]

"Special Agents: The Women of SOE". [The Paris Review, May 2012]

"Everything We Know About How the FBI Hacks People". [Wired]

Via [dreamwidth.org profile] oursin, "Cadavers in pearls: meet the Anatomical Venus: They were reclining beauties with ecstatic expressions – and lift-out intestines. Enter the necrophiliac world of 18th-century anatomical models". [The Guardian] "It is a truism of sitcoms that, whenever there’s a conversation about violence towards testicles, men always cross their legs. As a woman, reading Anatomical Venus, you will want to fold yourself protectively over everything, wrap your arms around your kidneys and liver, run some barbed wire round your reproductive area." File this under "sounds really interesting, and I am personally so not reading the book discussed here".

From comments on someone else's locked post: "How Our Brains Stop Us Achieving Our Goals and How to Fight Back". (Content note: dieting talk in some of the discussion, alas.)

"Swarms of Octopus Are Taking Over the Oceans". [Gizmodo]

On RocketNews24:

--"Shockingly huge, exquisite egg sandwiches found in Tokyo".

--"We know it’s hard, Super Mario fans, but please resist the urge to punch this Tokyo Station sign".

My Wiscon panel schedule

23 May 2016 10:38 pm
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[personal profile] firecat
Will you be coming to Wiscon?

We All Start Somewhere: Welcoming Social Justice Newbies
Fri, 4:00–5:15 pm
Conference 4
Moderator: Jacquelyn Gill.
Many people aren't born into families that talk a lot about or value social justice. We come from all different backgrounds with all different kinds of experiences. When someone wants to gain a better understanding of and start practicing social justice, how do we, as a community, welcome them and offer opportunities for education? How do we deal with the same basic questions over and over again? What do we do well? What could we do better?

Privilege in the Kitchen: Food Snobbery and Culinary Condescension
Sat, 2:30–3:45 pm Caucus
Foodieism is all the rage these days and while there's nothing wrong with making and enjoying good food, it seems to go hand in hand with a sense of condescension when it comes to cheap, simple fare; fattening foods (except for bacon, of course); and "poor food," the kind of thing prepared with a packet of this and a couple cans of that. Let us discuss economics, classism, racism, sizeism, and ableism in the ways we prepare, present, and talk about food.

What logic really means

23 May 2016 11:17 pm
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"I Understand The Idea, But Their Method Of Ascertaining Whether Someone Is Sane Is Just—Is Insane!"*

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I'm both very logical and very emotional; my logical mind is the reason I can successfully function when my emotions are trying to overwhelm me. And there's something I've been trying to put into words for some time, but I couldn't find a way into it. In his book, Every Day Is an Atheist Holiday!, Penn Jillette tells a story that finally gave me that starting point.

He talks about a rash he developed from spending too much time in the bathtub. His doctor tells him to stop taking baths. He tells the doctor he can't do that, he needs his baths, he finds them comforting. The doctor tells him again he has to stop taking baths.

If you asked most people, they'd say Jillette is being emotional and the doctor is being logical. And that's true. But it's also true that Jillette is being logical and the doctor is being illogical.

We're emotional creatures. We need things that make us feel safe and comfortable. We don't function well without those things. Jillette's thing was spending time in the bathtub. Doing the thing that makes you feel good and keeps you functioning is logical, no matter what the consequences. You have to survive in the moment before you can begin to think about your future. If you don't survive in the moment, there is no future.

So we're incredibly bad at giving up things that make us feel good. This is no secret. Doctors don't generally live under rocks, so they must know this, but their solution is always "Just stop doing that." But this is not a solution because we cannot do it. If you take away someone's security blanket, you need to help them find a replacement.

What is logical about telling someone to do something they can't do? What is logical about telling someone to do something you know they can't do? How does that make any sense at all?

Penn Jillette's solution was to cut his bath time down to something like two hours a day. (He literally used to spend the whole day in the tub, eating, reading, even having meetings there.) This seems to have cleared up his skin problem. Jillette came up with a real solution, one that fixed the problem he was having without creating other problems for him by depriving him of a needed comfort. That is logical.

This logic/illogic issue is something that's always bothered me about Bones. Brennan is supposed to be so logical, but there is nothing logical about denying reality—which is all you can call consistently refusing to accept that other people have different priorities. It doesn't matter if you find those priorities "illogical"; they still exist, and they aren't going away just because you don't agree with them. Pretending otherwise simply makes no sense.

I spend a lot of time trying to work around my own craziness, humoring it so I can function. I think of it as a winding road. Logic says the shortest distance between two points is a straight line, but if the road is curvy, you don't go straight. Following the curvy road is more logical than driving straight through lawns and over sidewalks, down embankments and through guard rails.


*Adam Felber

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23 May 2016 07:57 pm
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A friend suggested that perhaps texting my BIL would make sense, so I did. I keep forgetting that texting is a thing I can do. He responded immediately, telling me that they just got my sister into the room where she’ll spend the night. She’s doing well but is still pretty tired and out of it. I told him, through another text, that I’d let this side of the family know, so I called our mother, our father, our sister, and our brother. My father said he’d call Grandma, so that’s everybody. Admittedly, I only got the answering machine with my mother, so I don’t know when she’ll actually get the message.

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23 May 2016 04:32 pm
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I’m still waiting to hear anything about my sister’s surgery. I get a bit more antsy as it gets later. I don’t know what time things were scheduled to start, though, and I don’t know how long a hysterectomy should take. But they’re in the same time zone I am, and they have a nine year old who’d have been out of school by this time of day.

I called my mother an hour ago to see if she’d heard anything, and she hadn’t. We both figure that my sister’s husband is likely to call Mom and not so likely to call me. We didn’t talk long because neither of us wanted to tie up the phone.

I’ve emptied the dishwasher and washed a load of laundry (that’s in the dryer right now). I also got a couple of books almost ready for shipping. I just have to find the tape and then address the package. I’m not sure I’m up to doing much else, chore-wise, right now, however.

I ate some asparagus with my lunch. I figure that I’m not planning to leave the house tomorrow, so if the asparagus doesn’t agree with me, it won’t be a disaster. I really want to get vegetables back into my diet.

I’ve now gotten two checks from Books By Chance for stuff they’ve sold. I’ve made $46, and I’m not sure it was worth the bother. It was sort of fun looking up book prices, and I really didn’t have the mental wherewithal right then to write during that time, but… I spent a lot of time on it, and the boxes stayed in the living room for weeks. I kind of think that just donating stuff to the Friends of the Library as we go may be a better idea.

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