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Sunset in Venice, Oct. '15

Mmmm. Hah. Hummhumhrrrrchm. Is this thing on...?

Goodness me, I guess it's been a while now, hasn't it? I imagine I shall never catch up, if catching up is even the right word for documenting my days and discontents over here on the increasingly inappropriately named LiveJournal. But hey, gotta start somewhere, putting one word in front of another. Or rather after. Because writing anything from the last word backwards would be even harder than writing is anyway. So let me not do that.

So what have I been up to, exactly, besides ignoring LJ for months at a time? Well, Hal and I spent a couple of weeks traveling, back in October. A week in Venice, another in Vienna, with side trips in Italy to Vicenza, Bologna, and Ravenna. (Though clearly that ought to be Vologna, just to keep up the theme of Cities with a V in Their Name.) We picked our timing pretty carefully, to optimize for smaller crowds and least chance of aqua alta flooding, but even taking into account our advance planning we had truly stellar luck with the weather, remarkably fine apartments through AirBnB and Hal's keen eye for great accommodations, and in all had a marvelous time. I've been slowly weeding through the Imperial arsetonne of photos I took on the trip, editing and posting them to flickr as I go. Still haven't gotten beyond Venice, though, so there's quite a lot more to go.

While we were in Venice we got temporary transit passes for the vaporetti (water buses) and took extensive advantage of them to get around. Most of the passenger seats on a vaporetto are inside, like on a bus, but if you go all the way through the back passenger cabin there's a set of glass double doors that lead to a few outside seats at the very back. I discovered this on our first morning in Venice and from then on we made sure to snaffle up outside seats whenever there were any free. Never have I enjoyed a finer "back of the bus" experience, and it's ideal for taking lots and lots of pictures of the passing scenery as you get from place to place. Hence part of the reason for the arsetonne of photos -- I had means, motive, and opportunity.

Venice is a Series of Bridges

Before we left the country, though, I spent several weeks scrutinizing my options for shoes for the trip. It's funny: I'm not typically a super girly girl, yet the biggest stumbling block for packing light for me is shoes. Will I have the right shoes that "go" with all my outfits and still let me do what all I plan to do? My usual approach is to pack too many pairs to ensure options; not a good strategy for packing light. The problem was made extra knotty in that we were attending the opera in Venice and Vienna, so I needed shoes I could dress "up." Also there was the danger of flooding in Venice (so ideally good to have waterproof footgear), and we expected to do loads of walking in all our destinations. In the end I bought a pair of black Clarks' wedges. Again with spending triple digits on shoes, but my experience with the Ecco sandals I bought for Sasquan suggested that sometimes spending a bundle on really good shoes is worth it, and yes, again, totally worth it. I walked all over Venice, Vicenza, Bologna, Ravenna, and Vienna in those Clarks and they were comfortable and bouncy and supportive right from the very first day. And still work with a little black dress for the opera. Win. They are admittedly not waterproof, but I decided to bet that the risk of aqua alta wasn't very high and skip the galoshes entirely, and that bet paid off too. So yeah, here's me a convert to buying $100 shoes. Go figure.

Oh, there's so much more. And so much I didn't get to -- never once set foot in a Venetian stationery store for some of that insanely beautiful writing paper, fancy wax seals, or any of that. Never did get out to Burano, either. Bought no masks, rode no gondole. And yet it was a good trip, and good fun. And more on that in the next installment.

A Mask Shop, Venice October '15
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"I would remind you that extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice." --Barry Goldwater

This sounded good when I was younger. I called myself a libertarian back then. But looking around me these days and observing various internet flame wars, the state of Congressional politics, and all the other places where unbending extremism exacerbates disagreements and completely undermines the possibility of communication, I now think that extremism in defense of pretty much anything is precisely that: vicious.
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More Seaform Ceiling

Prolog(ue): The Fannish Pre-Worldcon Relaxacon - August 14-16, 2015
A Conventional one-shot, authored by many of the same reprobates who brought you Seattle Potlatch and Corflu events. Find us on the web at www.fanac.ninja
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Dear Internets: Please help me with my homework a sekrit project. Give me one obscure bit of SF or fannish jargon, something from books, movies, fanfic, fandom -- whatever -- along with its definition, please. Thanks in advance.
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Deep Blue Something

Prologue (noun): (1) a separate introductory section of a literary work; (2) an event or action that leads to another event or situation; (3) a small literary and fannish gathering in the Seattle area before Sasquan, the 73rd World Science Fiction convention, in Spokane.

In the tradition of Corflu, Potlatch, and Precursor, Seattle fandom is hosting a small almost-but-not-quite-actually-because-program relaxacon the weekend before Worldcon. Those interested in flying in to Seattle and driving or taking a train to Spokane can stop off and hang out by the pool or in our well-appointed consuite first. Those wanting an excuse to visit Seattle when the weather is actually decent, whether they plan to attend Sasquan or not, are welcome to join us. There are plans afoot. A dialog about fandom in blog and fanzine form. A local beer/brewery/winery tour before and/or after the convention. Dim sum expeditions. A guided tour of 1) Uwajimaya - purveyors of fine entirely edible uwajimacallits 2)the library that straddles a river 3)the house that Fry built or 4) the fastest route through IKEA? Proof that Renton is actually a lot more interesting than you think, for sure.

Right now until mid-May, attending memberships are only $30 each. Join up now and save ten bucks. Or, if you think you may not be able to attend, but want the fanzine anyhow, send us $15 for a supporting membership and you can convert later.

Want more details? Check 'em out here.
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I'm chugging away at getting more of the photos from our summer trip to Ireland, England, and Belgium uploaded and edited. Holy crap, I guess I did take a lot of pictures.

Church of Our Lady

Church of Our Lady in Bruges, Michaelangelo's Madonna

Church of Our Lady

I do love me some religious death imagery. Dunno why, just like skulls I guess.

More Stuph Behind the Fig Leaf )
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Midwinter Sunrise

Based on everything I am hearing from my sadly frozen East Coast correspondents, I can be grateful for living in Seattle despite its short, dark days of winter. Here the temperatures will be ranging from lows in the +40s to highs in the +50s all week. Welcome to January. It's gloomy, but at least it's mild.
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All American Nap

The quilt we've been using as a cover on the (nominally) white couch in the living room is starting to fall apart. It was never made of the best materials. All the patch pieces were cut from cheap bedding sheets that appear to have been mostly polyester. It was hand made by Vietnamese women who are HIV positive, who support themselves by making these quilts, and so I put aside my normal quibbling over fiber and just bought the damn' thing. But it's starting to pull apart at the seams now, as well as having grown very doggy.

But the dogs love that whitish couch, and spend most of their days there, so it has to be covered with something. And there was this oversized American flag bought at St. Vincent de Paul that was just taking up shelf space after I had stuffed it in the linen closet. Once I realized it was much too big for any flag pole we could reasonably mount on the house, I had put it away and forgotten about it. I could re-donate it to St. Vinnie's of course, but my evil genius made me try it on the couch first. It fits nicely, actually, and looks very American Cottage there. So what the hell. Abbie Hoffman would be proud, as Hal observes. And I was already slated to burn in hell anyway.

Made any changes for the new year at your house?
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Exploring Trinity

Well, if the internet cri de coeur skeptique is accurate, then the reality of our summer trip to Ireland, the UK, and Belgium is at long last on the rise. I've finally started uploading some of the pictures. The loss of my camera, with a whole bunch of pictures that were not backed up anywhere, just as we were leaving Dublin, gutted me. For a long time I really couldn't deal with sifting through the photos that were not lost. I realize that doesn't make that much sense, but emotional reactions seldom do. Anyway, with a bit of time and distance, I'm poring over what I've got and putting some of the better or more evocative ones on Flickr. The album is here, with more to come as I haven't even gotten out of the first Dublin stay yet.
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Female Cardinal

Had a bit of a trip and fall incident while trying to get to the door of the train yesterday. (Lots of folks with suitcases and other luggage last night for some reason -- makes little sense since the Sounder doesn't go to the airport, and if someone wanted Amtrak they could just as easily take it from King Street Station, where the Sounder originates, as Tacoma, where it ends.) Managed to limp to my car and drive home, but my right ankle was most definitely not happy with the process.

Iced it and elevated it and eventually got it tightly ace-bandaged, and the swelling and pain went down quite a bit over the course of the evening and I can gimp around the house okay, but stairs are tricky and longer walks may be off the table for another while. Tonight after Hal gets home I expect we'll take a little trip to Bellevue to make sure that nothing's broken. (Stupid feature of my current healthcare set-up: there's a doctor's office nearby, which only keeps daylight weekday hours, and there's a hospital nearby if I truly qualify for Emergency services, but Urgent Care? That's in Bellevue or Tacoma. Sigh.)

Anyway, since I have cards and some unknown amount of time with my ankle propped up stretching ahead of me, I thought I'd mention that if you'd like a Christmas card from us, and are not sure if I might have your mailing address, why don't you send me that thing, just to be sure. Thanks!
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A number of my friends over on Facebook get pretty militant posting criticisms of the anti-vaccination crowd, and rightly so. There is zero scientific support for the fear that autism is caused by childhood vaccinations. None. The original study that started the panic was a methodological mess, so thoroughly bogus that The Lancet published not just a retraction but also an apology. Conversely, diseases like polio, small pox, whooping cough, influenza, rubella, these can cripple or kill people and are totally preventable with vaccinations. If you refuse to get your kids vaccinated based on totally irrational fears when the means are available you are not just a bad parent, you're a bad citizen, you're contributing to a public health risk and putting other people in danger. Shame on you.

So with respect to the overwhelming majority of anti-vaccine hysteria, I'm totally there with those who denigrate and debunk it.

But. I have an exception. My one divergence is on the subject of anthrax vaccine. Specifically, the quick-acting anthrax vaccines used on military personnel being deployed in Operation Desert Sword Storm, in the first Gulf War. Those vaccines depended on two potentially toxic adjuvant components to help them mobilize the recipients' immune systems more quickly: aluminum hydroxide and squalene, One or both of those adjuvants may be the root cause of the galaxy of symptoms we call Gulf War Syndrome.

One of the clues that the immunizations were implicated was the fact that American soldiers who got the shots but never made it to the combat theater contracted Gulf War syndrome. Another is that French and British troops who participated in the Gulf, but did not get those inoculations, never developed GWS symptoms.

A dear friend of ours was mobilized for the Gulf War and given the standard troop vaccinations before being deployed. He collapsed on the tarmac while standing in formation after getting his injections, and was never sent over to the Gulf. He did develop a subset of the Gulf War Syndrome neurological and psychological symptoms, anyway. Jeff suffered a declining spiral of pain, depression, chronic fatigue, and insomnia, and eventually lost his ability to hold a job, and so also lost his house, all starting after that one inoculation and subsequent collapse. He's since died of a fatal interaction between the drugs he was on to relieve some of his GWS symptoms. Jeff was a warm, outgoing, bright, funny, loving, boundlessly fun guy, and he's gone now. Very probably because of that one vaccination. And so I take an exception.

This, of course, is just a personal anecdote. But there's been subsequent research which also support concern about these ingredients in those vaccines: here and here.
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Hal and I went out to (finally) see The Edge of Tomorrow a while back. It had been enjoying a particularly long engagement at the local second-run multiplex, and while a stfnal movie seemed right, we weren't quite prepared to sit through the length of Interstellar on a week night. Despite starring Tom Cruise, despite a bland title obviously ganked from a post-Flemming Bond movie and repurposed with the serial numbers scrubbed off, and despite some startlingly weak-ass art on the poster, the movie does not suck. The elevator pitch of the story, which can also be gleaned just watching the trailer: Groundhog Day meets Starship Troopers. And within those parameters/expectations, it's a fun flick, with lots to like.

One of the things to like is that Cruise's character does not start out as anyone's idea of a hero. He's an oleaginous, weaseling physical coward who will happily use lies, trickery, or even blackmail to keep himself out of combat. Now, admittedly with Tropic Thunder Cruise had already demonstrated that he's enough of a true actor that he doesn't hold himself above playing characters that will make him look weak, ugly, crass, and awful, but Tropic Thunder was a black comedy, and an ensemble piece. Cruise was not one of the top-billed, above-the-title stars of that particular excursion. Here, he is. He's supposed to be the hero of the piece (and I don't think it spoils a major plot point to say that he eventually will be), but there isn't much to like about the grinning, shucking-and-jiving, high-concept marketing con artist we meet at the beginning of the movie. Cruise is playing a character who will sacrifice all pretense of dignity or nobility to save his own ass. That surprised me, and I have to say I respected Cruise the more for taking the part.

I liked the design of the aliens, and their creepy, flittering movement modes, and the FX in general are workmanlike and effective. The boot camp and training sequences are plausibly gritty and chaotic, and the combat drops somehow manage to be affectingly reminiscent of WW II D-Day beach landings.

The film also cleverly leverages the knowledge that Cruise's character builds up over each successive time loop, and still creates suspense when his decisions force him beyond the safety net of any more do-overs. If you dig sci-fi adventure flicks, it's well worth the four bucks we paid to see it.
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Well. So if our local stat-head is right (and he does seem to be alarmingly prone to collecting awards for doing good statistical analysis), the high probability is that planetary population will not, in fact, level off and begin declining this century, barring something catastrophic

It's Science!

Mentioned here in part so that I have a spot to put a pointer for future reference.
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When making Swedish pancakes for only one person (however hopeful the dogs), a single egg is quite sufficient to begin the batter. Two is too many, and three is right out.

Also, a week in the pot is just not sustainable for any type of tea. It will have little islands of mold floating in it, even if it isn't flavored with fruit or cinnamon.
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Well, this is a fine turn of events. Facebook has gone wonky/unstable for me right in the midst of an IM chat, and even re-booting my computer didn't fix the problem. Poof.I feel weirdly cut off, helpless, and bereft, since unlike a disrupted telephone conversation, it isn't as though I can call back, since it's effectively as if my phone disappeared. I have an uneasy suspicion that I may have gotten a little too hooked on Facebook. Blergh. Addiction is ugly.

In fact, I've already hit the bargaining phase: if I promise to stop making backbiting comments about The Little Queen of Everything for a while, can I have my instant connection to all my online, imaginary playmates back, please?

In other exciting news, there's no cereal left, and yogurt and an apple does not sound like a Saturday breakfast to me, so apparently I must either cook, or go shopping. Oh, the dilemmas of my life. Pancakes, or scones, or a trip to Trader Joe's?

Today is bidding fair to being cool and gray. I might wear socks. Socks, people! I can't remember the last time I wore socks.
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Shorter Any Episode of Criminal Minds:

Never mind the bogus physics, we'll solve it with our Amazeballs Pseudoscience!
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Shorter Any Episode of Orphan Black:

Oh, twist! She's an ally!
Oh, twist! She's an enemy!
Oh, twist! She's an ally!
Oh, er, she's dead.

Next episode: No, just kidding. Not dead.
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Outside my Window without raccoons

So I'm still very much getting used to my new phone. This morning while I was loading some songs onto it at my desk, a mama raccoon and her two kits strolled by along the neighbor's driveway, just outside my window. I grabbed up the phone thinking I could catch them before they went by, but the camera was in front-facing mode and while the mama was quite patient about hanging out menacing me on her hind legs and then just watching me perplexedly while I took a series of increasingly unflattering selfies of the underside of my chin, eventually she and the little ones trundled on to do whatever business they were doing in the first place. By the time I figured out which icon switches to the main camera lens again, they were long gone. So here's a picture with no raccoons in it.

And here's my first official cell phone selfie, from a few days ago, which has a lot less chin in it.

First Selfie
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Welcome to another episode of Unpopular Opinions R Us:

Look, I truly do get why it's important to pry the sexysexy titillation off of rape and sexual assault. People's brains get all cloudy and distracted when you introduce the sexysexy into a subject, and I'm sure that doesn't help focus the conversation about how society should better deal with sexual assault. But the received, platitudinous talking point that rape, sexual assault, and sexual harassment are only a product of the will to power and control and not a product of sexual desire at all is just nonsensical. If that were true, you wouldn't see drops in the reported rape rate where prostitution is legalized. You would, statistically speaking, get the same percentage of rapists among asexuals as among the general population. But that's not the case. (My own suspicion? There's probably a spectrum, akin to the Kinsey Scale, along which the ratio of power motive to sex motive (and who knows what other motives - human beings being complicated) increases as you move along it.)

The claim that there's no sexual component to sexual assault is a bit ridiculous on the face of it. Check the name. And the fact that we make it a separate crime from assault. Making ridiculous claims undermines the rest of a message. Lying about your cause degrades the credibility of your other statements about it, and your credibility as an advocate. It didn't work for the Refer Madness folks and it seems to me unlikely to work here either, except when preaching to the choir.

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