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The climate is definitely turning toward fall. For the last two nights I've layered on all the summer bed layers (sheet, empty duvet cover, plush blanket) and put on bed-socks as well. Today, I actually wore a jacket and gloves when biking! But I'm still holding out on turning on the thermostat and switching the bedding to the feather comforter.

I've also been contemplating unearthing my daylight alarm clock, because I hate getting out of bed when it's not quite light (if I don't have to -- and I mostly don't have to), but I'd like to get in the habit of getting the day started a bit earlier. That can wait a bit, since we're about to reset to standard time.

We're getting the brisk winds that make October such a nervous time (re: fires). I installed the Watch Duty app on my phone and periodically get notifications of semi-local events, but never close enough that I would ever need to be personally concerned. It will be interesting to see what El Niño does for the winter rainfall and snowpack.

I've started one of the knitting projects I picked up yarn for during the March Yarn Crawl -- the "pigeon sweater". I have some hopes of finishing it before the winter is over. Unlike my previous sock project, most of the pattern is straightforward enough that I can knit while doing other things.
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Every once in a while, I get the urge to do something outside my standard routine. Sometimes it's triggered by a specific event (like my "fun day" on May 1 when I decided to get up before dawn to see the Morris dancers in Tilden Park). Sometimes the urge builds up slowly. Sometimes I'm lying there in bed thinking, "I want an adventure."

So Tuesday, while lying in bed, I checked the open hours for Muir Woods, made a parking reservation, and confirmed that the park was covered by my Senior Lifetime National Parks Pass. Then I threw some snacks, books, and art supplies in a backpack and headed out. (I was technically late for my parking window due to the approach to the Richmond Bridge being a parking lot for half an hour, but nobody cared.)

After hiking for a couple hours, I headed for one of the less-crowded picnic areas and ate lunch while reading a chapter in the current LHMP book, then headed back down to the cafe near the entrance. I'd taken a few pictures, some of them with an eye toward doing a watercolor. I have this cute little compact watercolor set and a pad of postcard sized card stock for painting. While I was working on the picture at the cafe, I got into conversation with the tourists at the next table (daytrip from their cruise ship out of Vancouver) and the woman liked the painting enough that I gave it to her as a souvenir. It's not like it was anything special and as I told her "for me, it's about the making, not the having."

Complete change of subject.

You know the one chronic thing about my body that annoys me the most? No, not the nerve damage in my leg. Not the lingering mobility issue in my wrist. It's the fact that my tongue is too large for my mouth and I regularly end up biting it. Of course, having bitten it, it gets inflamed for several days, making it even more likely to get bitten. And if I've bitten it solidly enough, I'm pretty sure that it gets just a little bit infected, because I can feel the lymph nodes around my jaw aching and my ear feels weird.

And there isn't really a damn thing I can do to prevent it. Sometimes I re-bite it while sleeping (or near-sleeping) and I suppose I could get a custom mouthguard to prevent that. (I've tried some over-the-counter mouthguards and they didn't do squat.) But usually the initial bite happens when I'm eating, and it's not like I can stop doing that. The worst is when I'm chewing something that has the same approximate texture as flesh. (Like, for example, flesh.) Because then I'm likely to have started a solid chew before I realizing I'm chewing myself.

The one small ray of light is that when the lower right back molar, which is an implant, finally decides to let go of its foundation (which my dentist has warned me it will do eventually, based on xrays of the bone) I can just leave the gap. I did that with the left bottom back molar when it cracked and had to be extracted and I never bite the left side of my tongue any more.

Bodies. What can you do?
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I spent the last week in Orlando FL for the Golden Crown Literary Society conference (lesbian/sapphic publishing). I attended in 2014 and 2015 when my novels were first coming out and had such an unsatisfactory experience that I hadn't been back until now. This time the experience was more satisfactory, largely because I adjusted my expectations, and to a lesser extent because I applied more of my "introvert-at-the-con" techniques. It's still basically an insular "family reunion" sort of event, but I got more value out of it this time and plan to return because I'm laying the ground for more self-publishing and especially for the eventual LHMP book.

Traveling meant I went back to doing manual physical therapy (because the Medieval Torture Devices (MTDs) absolutely don't pack well). I was a little worried that I wouldn't make the desired level of progress, but I think I did ok. I've revised my plans for Worldcon and plan to do manual there as well, largely because I simply can't fit the MTD schedule in around a convention. Tomorrow I'll have my regular PT appointment and see how the progress goes.

I'm back on my bike! I got the ok at my last PT appointment but waited until after the trip to start up again. My grip is strong enough for the brakes, though I need to take a non-standard angle for doing the left-hand shift lever (between the lower and higher sets of gears). It's always been a bit on the stiff side to shift up, and I'm not managing with my thumb alone currently in standard position. But if I get a different angle so I'm pushing in line with my arm, I can manage it.

I've been having an assortment of tech annoyances. My Peet's Coffee app isn't recognizing my balance or points (although the barista confirmed they're there in my account). I'll try deleting and reloading the app.

More annoyingly, last Wednesday, while I was out of town, I got a text that my internet was out. Usually this is due to squirrel nests in the junction boxes, but that normally happens in rainy season. In any event it was still out when I got home. A couple tries at cycling the power or hitting the reset button had no effect and the online troubleshooting was no help. So I fought my way through the useless chatbot to eventually get a human being. (The human connection was not without frustrations as the combination a muffled connection, my auditory processing disorder, and her slight accent meant I spent a lot of effort on "let me repeat back to you what I understand you to have said.")

What it comes down to is there's an issue with the wiring. I'm on the old-fashioned copper wires. ATT is switching over to fiber and/or "internet air" (which presumably is functionally a personal wifi repeater for a wireless signal). So they aren't repairing issues with the copper wiring any more. Since an Internet Air account will cost me about a third of what I was paying previously, I have no serious qualms about switching except for the week it's going to take them to ship the equipment. (I'll get a discount off my bill, but that's a long time to rely on cafe internet and phone tethering.)

Oh, and the internet being out means I need to carry a garage door thingie when bicycling rather than being able to rely on my app. Sigh. The hazards of appifying one's life.

On the up side, I've been introduced to a new online game. Outlier (https://playoutlier.com) is an anagram-type game that gives you a grid of 25 letters (may include multiples--you can only use each displayed letter once in each word) and rewards you for how uncommon the ten words you find are. For particularly rare words, it tells you how many other players have ever used that word. My unique finds for today (though others may have found them after I played) are: onager, frumenty, trilby, and abominates. I suspect that you can get rarity points more easily for longer words.
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There's another Romancing the Vote fundraising auction in support of voting accessibility going on right now. I donated three items: two knitted items which are getting some nice bids, and my usual lesbian history research donation, which I've offered to previous times. So far, the research donation only has the minimum bid offered which frankly is a steal for what the winning bidder will get. Here's the description that I wrote up for the item.

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Heather Rose Jones, the proprietor of the Lesbian Historic Motif Project blog and podcast (and author of historic fiction) will provide focused research or consultation about the historic and social context of women-loving-women in your chosen setting. This could take any of several forms.

1) A research essay of at least 5000 words providing information on attitudes, practices, and evidence relating to romantic or sexual relations between women in your chosen setting, plus bibliography for further research. (For an abbreviated sample, see this essay on the English Regency: https://alpennia.com/blog/guide-sapphic-regency-lesbian-historic-motif-podcast-episode-342)

2) Critique and feedback from a historian's perspective on a work (anything from outline to finished draft) with respect to the representation of f/f romantic or sexual relationships in that work. (Not setting a word limit on what I'm critiquing, but be realistic.)

3) A zoom chat to discuss your interests and research needs, with follow-up notes and bibliography.

4) Any other format mutually agreed on.

I focus on pre-20th century history, primarily Europe/North America and the Mediterranean. The extent of what can be provided is affected by the available historic data. Caveat: I’m currently dealing with a broken arm, which interferes with extensive typing, so I would start work in August at the earliest.

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The first time I offered this, the winning bidder asked for the English Regency and I ended up writing a 20,000 word essay plus extensive bibliography. You can find this item on the auction website at the following URL. If you aren't already signed up for the romancing the vote auctions, then you'll need to make an account.

And, of course, there are lots of other really cool items in the auction!

https://www.32auctions.com/organizations/74830/auctions/200913/auction_items/7034230
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It's my birthday today -- the first time in quite a while when I'm not going to Kalamazoo for my birthday. (The Medieval Congress) As a result, I don't really have standard practices for what to do to commemorate the day. There will be a family dinner on the weekend, but today it's just me.

So I started with a fancy-breakfast-in-the-garden, which I don't do as often as I could. (I prefer to start the day with my bike ride, which practice is incompatible with a leisurely breakfast.) Other plans involved a movie and going out for sushi. I half-heartedly dropped my movie plans (Sheep Detective) on facebook with a solicitation for company, but facebook is facebook, the day is a weekday, and unsurprisingly no one took me up on it.

In the past week I've moved into the next stage of learning skills for self-publishing by working on formatting The Theory of Related-ivity in Vellum. So far Vellum is user-friendly, in that every time I've had a question about how to do something, it's either easy to figure out, easy to find in the help files, or easy to determine that you just can't do the thing I'm trying to do. As one review of the program noted, it isn't really designed for complicated non-fiction books, but there are only a few places that's been frustrating.

I solved one issue not related to Vellum when I figured out how to get better resolution jpegs of my Excel graphs. (Something that was a bit of a "Doh!" moment once I'd solved it.) But it wasn't until I did a test-export of the project into ebook and pdf versions that I was reminded that the lovely multi-colored graphs that are so easy to publish online and in ebooks also need to work in black-and-white for the hard copy. (It isn't that I expect to sell all that many hardcopy versions, but I want to have the option.) So now I need to go back through a couple dozen graphs and select color sets that will provide good B&W contrast. (Tricky for the percentage bar graphs with 13 variables! But there are only two of those.)

I've also decided to put out my translation and commentary of the 18th century French appeal record of Anne Grandjean (gender and sexuality issues) as a published book. That one has me thinking about the complexities of designing layout for both ebook and print. For print, it might be nice to do facing-page text with the commentary at the bottom of the pages, but that's impossible for the ebook. (Also, I'm not sure it would be possible in Vellum, though I know exactly how I'd do it in InDesign.) I'm also thinking ahead to the LHMP book and some fun layout ideas that wouldn't work for both. I should probably take a look at some examples of print/ebook pairs that have complex layouts in print.

By "complex" I mean things like separate text boxes for sidebars. (One idea I'm toying with would be rather than having all my mini-biographies in a single section, inserting them as sidebars in the topical chapters that they're most closely relevant to.)

One of the secondary functions for publishing low-impact smaller projects is to explore these sorts of questions. But compared to the non-fiction projects, novels will be easy!

When I think about my writing catalog, it always brings me back to that ill-fitting advice that a writer should stick to focused "branding" even if it means having multiple pen names. But my writing projects don't separate out neatly that way. the Grandjean translation is directly related to the LHMP book. But the LHMP book is directly related to my lesbian historical fiction. And the historical fiction is closely connected to my lesbian historical fantasy. And there would be no point to distinguishing that from any of the other types of fantasy I write. I still have a twinge of regret for using a pen name for Baby Names for Dummies, because it, too, connects up with my historical research. And what would be the point in using anything other than my real name for the Related-ivity book, since my identity is solidly connected to the reason I was interested in the topic.

I am me. I contain multitudes. I refuse to be fragmented.
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A couple days ago, I happened to see an "event" announcement on fb for the Berkeley Morris performance at dawn on May 1st, and I thought, what they heck, why not? I've only ever made it to their dawn performances a couple times back in...oh, let's just say quite a while ago, when I had a friend it the troupe.

Knowing that I've failed at this resolution before, I planned for success: laid out warm clothing the evening before, set up the coffee maker (yeah, I know, I only drink decaf now, but it's a ritual), and set my alarm for 4:30am. Yes, you read that correctly. The event was scheduled to start at 5:20 and the map app said it would take me half an hour to get to Inspiration Point in Tilden Park, so that seemed like the optimal waking time.

This did not take into account that there would be dense fog on the winding back-roads up the east side of the hills. It also didn't take into account that my directions app had an entirely different idea about where "Inspiration Point" was located. (I think there are two places by that name in the general area?) So I drove back and forth on one stretch of Grizzly Peak Road three times before I figured out the problem and finally was able to work out the right directions. (It didn't help that I've only ever driven to Inspiration Point from the Berkeley side of the hills before.

But I arrived at least a quarter hour before the dawn, so ritual was satisfied. I got to see half a dozen dances, participated in the singing of May Day carols, and danced in the massive Sellenger's Round circle.

When I was a little kid, in my family, May Day meant crafting little baskets made of woven paper, then filling them with flowers and leaving them on neighbors' doorsteps. I have no idea where that custom came from. I don't think it was a general thing that people did, just something my mom taught us.

After driving back home, I decided that I wanted to continue to drastically break routine for the day (and celebrate the one year anniversary of my retirement), and driving through the hills had inspired me to take a drive up to the summit of Mount Diablo and spend some time looking out over the vistas and generally just hanging out in scenic nature for several hours. I gazed admiringly (but not at all enviously) at the bicyclists who made the same trek. That is way beyond any bicycling ambitions I might have. I'm not big on hills.

And now, here it is a little after 7pm and my body is reminding me that I got up at four-fucking-thirty this morning and I should go to bed already.
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So today's adventure was going uptown to meet friends at the Cloisters and see the special exhibit (on sexuality in the Middle Ages) with them. I took the subway up then walked the last bit through the park with snow softly falling. As I'm walking along the path, a couple coming the other way stop to compliment my coat. (This is the long green redingote with the shoulder capes.) I thanked them and told them about how I loved to make historically-inspired clothing and we chatted briefly then went on our way.

So I saw the exhibit and the rest of the museum. Went to an early dinner with my friends. Then caught the subway back toward downtown, but because it's a weekend I had to overshoot my destination and double back from Columbus Circle. So I'm standing on the platform at Columbus and I hear this voice, "I'd recognize that coat anywhere!" It's the same couple (at the opposite end of town). We chatted some more while waiting for our trains and it turns out they both went to Berkeley for college. What a small world.
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This is the sort of trip I never felt able to schedule before retirement: put together several purposes and just take a couple weeks to see people and do things.

I flew out on a red-eye because I always have this dilemma when flying east that I can either get up at an ungodly hour of the morning (which means either leaving my car at long-term parking, or getting an airport hotel room the night before), or I can arrive later in the evening than I want to be dealing with unfamiliar transit systems, or I can take a red-eye and have the logistics at both ends done at a reasonable hour of the day...at the expense of losing most of a night's sleep. I did sleep for several hours, but then spent most of yesterday vegging around L's appartment. (Which worked out because she had several online things to do.)

Today is L's big-number birthday celebration (one of the aforesaid "several purposes"). Then I have five days in NYC in which I have two items scheduled, which gives me a chance for more spontaneity than I usually have on trips. After that, it's up to Maine for the family part of the trip.

I was able to get all my blog/podcast stuff set up for the rest of the month--only need to switch things to "live" on the web--so any "work" I do on this trip can be on less urgent (i.e., actually writing on book projects). I think I've been managing better at avoiding having short-term deadlines rule my creative life, but somehow the non-fiction projects have called to me more strongly than the fiction. I suspect that's because the non-fiction is more in the revisions phased than the "creating text out of nothing" phase.
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Lately I've been thinking about starting a Scrivener file of memoirs. Not necessarily with specific plans to do anything with it, but just to organize some of the writing I've done that I think other people might be interested in.

One thing contributing to these thoughts is my "analyze the Best Related Work" category and looking at published memoirs, but it's not like I think I'm operating at that level.

I pulled up my Dreamwidth tag "personal history and philosophy" and laughed to see that the second most recent post under that tag was a similar rumination where I noted that I'd put together a spreadsheet of links to DW posts that I thought fall in the category of memoir-worthy. Well. So. That will make assembling the Scrivener file easier!

As I noted in that post, I have a lot of posts on writing philosophy and technique in my Alpennia blog that I'd need to identify separately, but that might be of more interest to people than random natterings.

What I don't know is whether that interest actually exists. I mean: *I* think I'm pretty darned good at a turn of phrase and interesting angle on things, but maybe I'm deluded? I'd like to think I write a lot of interesting things in this blog and in the Alpannia blog, but how can I tell unless people have interacted with me about them?

ETA: LOL, and of course, having followed up on that supposed "list of memoir-worthy blog posts" I can't for the life of me figure out where, or under what name, I saved it! Fortunately, I guess I can reconstruct it using the same process.
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So during yesterday's morning yardwork break, I was weed-whacking the parking strip. (Have I mentioned that I have become completely enamored of Ryobi cordless power tools?) And I spot a plastic card under the edge of one of the lavender clumps and it turns out to be a Clipper card. So having determined that there's no easy way to notify Clipper of a found card, I put a sign on my fence about it and inviting the owner to ring the bell to pick it up from me. (Wondering what the likelyhood is that someone would lie about it. And whether it's on an auto-load account. So maybe I'm creating more trouble for the owner?)

Anyway, someone did take me up on the notice and rang my bell to ask about it. At 6:30am this morning.

Now, this isn't actually a problem, as I'm more or less supposed to be awake at that point, though I did have to take the time to throw a robe on. It was a kid (older teenager?) -- I think he's someone I chatted with about my little free library at some point -- but it turned out he'd lost an entire wallet and not a Clipper card, but was hoping that maybe I'd been being cagey about the nature of the find for ID purposes. So it wasn't his, alas. I think maybe he was feeling a bit embarrassed about having clearly gotten me out of bed for nothing, but I'm actually delighted that people feel comfortable talking to relative strangers in this neighborhood.

So I still have someone's unclaimed Clipper card. The location suggests that it fell out of someone's pocket when they were getting into our out of a car, so I'll give it a couple more days for people to have a chance to see the notice. Then I'll try to find out how to report it found and get instructions what to do with it. (If it isn't a registered card, just one that gets cash added, then there's no way to find the owner. But people who commute regularly often have significant sums on the card and may have auto-load activated, in which case the account needs to be dealt with.)

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The blackcurrant curd came out wonderfully -- a lovely dark veinous-blood color, rich and flavorful on a plain scone fresh from the oven. With that as the snack accompaniment for tea, I figured I could choose something robust today. So Bingley's Lapsang Souchong ("the favorite tea of Sherlock Holmes" it says), a pine-smoked black tea.

If you'd asked be before I started drinking it, I might have expected not to like Lapsang Souchong. It's a very strong and bold taste. The smokiness is consistent from the loose tea, to the aroma, to the taste. And I love it. I tend to save it for when I'm in a certain mood -- or when I have a blackcurrant curd that I want it to stand up to. It's like drinking a campfire in the woods, which conjures up wonderful memories.

Brewed at 190F for NLT 5 minutes and left in the pot. (In reality, since I put the scone in the over around the same time I put water in the pot, it had brewed for about 10 minutes by the time I took the tray into the office.)
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Not really a con report from WisCon. (My brain isn't up for anything eloquent when I'm having a travel day. Currently posting from O'Hare airport.) More like waving hi to the new readers, from the DW account-link exchange. As I mentioned on the Discord, this blog tends to be complementary to my website blog (which you can subscribe to: https://alpennia-feed.dreamwidth.org/). The alpennia blog/feed has the Lesbian Historic Motif Project, posts about my books and writing, book reviews, and other things that fit with author-type-stuff. (Also some random projects that I want to host personally, such as the annotated transcripts of my great-great-grandfather's Civil War diaries.)

This blog tends to get stuff like garden reports, travel notes, angst and philosophy that I don't necessarily want to link closely to my professional presence, and ephemera. Posting is erratic but averaging at least once a week. (I think.)
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[Apologies to those who also subscribe to the alpennia blog rss feed and will see this twice.]

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For those of us of a Certain Age, who grew up in a Certain Cultural Context, there is a birthday that comes with a default soundtrack.

When I get older losing my hair, many years from now

Some sentiments in the song mark the point of view as strongly gendered—and gendered within certain specific cultural expectations.

Will you still need me?

The speaker assumes that the value they provide will eventually decline—

Will you still feed me?

--while the listener is not granted the respite of age. Nuturing and service are expected to continue.

If I’d been out till quarter to three, would you lock the door?

And only the speaker is framed as socializing freely outside the home, with the expectation that this will be tolerated. The queries and images assume a highly specific life script.

Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear; we shall scrimp and save. Grandchildren on your knee

Knowing the authors, this image of respectable working-class conventionality carries an inescapable edge of satire, but a kindly satire. And today—both in the British society that spawned it, and in my own American society—the image of an idyllic, relaxing retirement in which only a little scrimping and saving is necessary to enjoy a few pleasures is out of reach for too many. Retirement age creeps upward and the equivalent of a summer cottage on the Isle of Wight may be only a fantasy. Even for those of us with traditional retirement plans, nothing is certain.

You'll be older too, and if you say the word, I could stay with you

How many people still assume that they will find a relationship in which you can expect to grow old together? My parents, and both sets of my grandparents all celebrated 50th wedding anniversaries. As a lesbian, I always knew that the legal system would deny me even the theoretical possibility of achieving the same feat. But that paradigm was always what I measured my life against and found it wanting.

I can be handy, mending a fuse...I can knit a sweater by the fireside...Sunday [usually Saturday] mornings go for a ride...Doing the garden, digging the weeds

It’s a good life. Truly it is.

Who could ask for more?

Yes. Yes, sometimes I could.

Will you still need me?

I do, you know, want to be needed—or if not “needed”, at least valued. One of my persistent psychological failure modes is the belief that I must provide value to people in order to find social acceptance. It doesn’t matter how often people assure me it’s not the case, this is a fixed part of my personality and unlikely to change.

Will you still feed me?

Feeding takes a lot of different forms. Nutrition is far from the most important way we feed each other.

Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view

I’m bad at the whole spontaneous casual communication thing. I remember, when I was much younger, coming near to having panic attacks at the thought of contacting someone out of the blue without a specific purpose “just to chat”. How did people do that? Social media makes it easier today (and I sometimes wonder how different my life would have been if the internet had existed when I was young), but throughout my life I’ve tended to drift away from people if there wasn’t a structural context that brought us together. It’s on me; it’s not other people’s job to telepathically determine that I’d like to keep in contact. And social media still defaults to passive consumption, rather than interaction, much of the time. I’ve always hoped that being a “content creator” would fulfill my part of the reaching process and inspire people to drop me a line (see previous comment about being valuable).

Yours sincerely, wasting away

But all in all, it’s a good life. And I’m not sure it would have been possible for me to take any road but the one I’m walking.

Mine for evermore

Birthdays can be a time for taking stock—for looking backward and forward. For asking those eternal questions.

Will you still need me? Will you still feed me?

(With apologies to John Lennon and Paul McCartney)
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(I started this in fb but it got too long for that format so I posted it here instead.)

Last evening of vacation (though technically, today is our displaced holiday for New Years). I feel like I haven't been posting much anywhere in the last three weeks. I probably have, but if I haven't then maybe that was part of my vacation?

Worldcon was fun, if fraught with worries about omicron. (Based on post-convention Covid reports, it sounds like all the precautions did their job. The incidence rate was significantly lower than the general DC population in the same period.) NYC was relaxing, since Lauri and I decided to ditch any plans to see shows or go to museums and mostly just hung out.

I was a coming back to California, I was anxious enough about exposure that even after 2 consecutive days of negative tests I stayed masked for the New Years Eve/Day hangout with family. Another post-visit test was still negative so if BinaxNow is to be trusted, I seem to have gotten through all the travels without picking up any viral hitchhikers.

Got a bunch of blog/podcast writing done during vacation. Today's project was to play-test doing a video 'cast, combining the usual audio with a slideshow, and just to make things more challenging, including and embedded image of me doing the script. Zoom has some great tools (designed for academic settings) for this sort of thing. I've even worked out how to edit around re-takes in video without having to touch iMovie. I don't plan to shift the podcast to video as a usual thing. (For one thing, the editing is *much* faster when it's audio only and I'm doing it in Audacity.) But this will be much easier than the kludgy method I used for my only other slideshow episode, and I rather like the idea of having my face on-screen alongside the slides. (It does mean that I have to design the slide-show with a blank corner where my image will be.)

I've started the winter garden chores: pruning the roses (and other stuff), doing the soil-work stuff that is much easier when the ground is damp. I got an email from Trees of Antiquity that they're coming up on delivery season. Or rather, pick-up season since I took that option. I figured it was worth the combination of saving the shipping cost and an excuse for a minor road trip. (They're in Paso Robles, so abut 200 miles each way.) I'm getting a Bing cherry to replace one that failed to thrive, a Santa Rosa plum because one can never have too many plum trees, and some black and red currants and gooseberries because the blueberries are being successful as landscaping plants in the front yard and I have lots of space for more smallish berry shrubs. (I've tried currants and gooseberries in the back yard before and they were never happy about how little water they got. But in the front, where the irrigation is aimed at keeping the roses and the grass happy, they should get plenty.) So the trick will be getting all the holes dug before I pick up the plants.

I'm anticipating having a good year for the fruit trees, since the amount of ground water seems to be a significant factor. And we're getting a lovely amount of rain at the moment.
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...there's not enough time left in the workday to start anything new.

1) I begged to be given some "quick and easy" investigations after closing 5 major long-dragged-out investigations. So today I was handed off an environmental monitoring deviation, transferred from a co-worker on sudden emergency family leave. And I sent it off for closure the same day. Now that's what I'm talking about! (To be fair, she'd already done 90% of the work.)

2) Got my Covid booster (Moderna again). Just a little sore today -- enough to know it's working, not enough to distrack in any way.

3) My saffron crocuses are crocusing! I always have high hopes that they'll survive and come back next year, so we'll see. I've only tried growing them a couple times and the previous times were in pots rather than in a flower bed.

4) It's time to make the sad decision over whether I'll stick to my principle of only eating in-season tomatoes (mine or the farmer's market) and do without, or compromise my principles and keep tomatoes in my life over the winter.

5) I actually scheduled my Tree Guy to pollard the mulberry and trim the palms before the end of the year this time. Much easier to do when I'm working from home!

Experiment

Aug. 18th, 2021 07:50 am
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This is me testing to see if posting using the HTML tab is affected in any way.

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Went to post an entry through Firefox as usual, and the "post" screen didn't include the box for entering the message. It shows the Rich Text and HTML tabs. But on "rich text" there's no editing box, just a line and then the "autosaved draft..." message followed by the tags footer. The HTML tab offers an editing box. And the site behaves properly in Safari, which is where I'm composing this.

Very strange. Trying to decide whether it's worth contacting Dreamwidth help with the detals or just use workarounds and see if it resolves itself.

But that's not what I was planning to post (obviously). I was planning to say...

Bodies are weird.

As I was washing my hands this morning, I realized that it's been a very long time since I had problems with arthritis in my hands. (I was having "hammer joints' as well as inability to completely straighten or clench my fingers. It would wear off over the morning, but made pulling on socks or leggings a big awkward because I couldn't grasp them in the usual way.) And now I can't quite remember when the last time was I had those issues, but maybe a year? So maybe it's one of those things that comes and goes on its own. Or maybe there's something I've changed in my life that makes the difference? Which...hah! What hasn't changed in my life in the last year and a half? Maybe it's something as simply as "I'm not clenching a steering wheel for over an hour every day."

But I thought I'd take note of it.
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Not sure where this came from or where it might possibly go, given that I don't tend to write contemporary. But the following scene popped into my brain fully-formed while I was doing the grocery shopping.

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Amanda brandished her pen like a magic wand— or maybe a sword—and flipped open the logo notepad so that the name and image could catch the client’s eye. All In: Corporate Team-Building and Events. “So what did you have in mind,” she asked with what she hoped was the right balance of crisp professionalism and chirpy enthusiasm.

The woman fixed her with a gaze likely to wilt crispness and silence chirping. “I don’t do trust-falls. I don’t do Secret Santas. I definitely do not do surprise parties.”
 

Amanda took a slow, deep breath and jotted down, “control issues” on the first line of the page.

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I went and saw a movie in an actual movie theater for the first time since The Before Times. (In the Heights.)

I went to an actual hair salon and had things done to my hair. I still haven't gotten the hang of posting photos in dreamwidth, but here's a link to a twitter post.


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(I don't usual mirror my alpennia.com blog posts here, but I thought this one might be of more general interest.)

The conference is over, save for the sessions I've marked for viewing when they come out in video in a couple of days. (So there may be a few more blogs on those over the next week.) As a wrap-up for this, the first virtual 'Zoo, I present to you the collated, edited, and organized...

Unofficial ICMS Bingo Squares

(also applicable to other conferences)

There are 35 squares, sorted into 6 categories. This allows for randomization in individual bingo cards. It is recommended that squares be drawn from each category for good coverage. I've attempted to edit and generalize the squares to avoid poking fun at any particular demographic. Feedback on this point is appreciated. These are taken from a private chat channel I participated in with some friends during the conference, and believe me there were things that needed to be edited before appearing in public!

Environment

  • Speaker’s cat appears and becomes very affectionate
  • Unfortunate Object is visible in speaker’s zoom background
  • Barking dog, sirens, or other background noise
  • Speaker’s phone goes off during paper
Technology glitches
  • Speaker is unable to open key files
  • Speaker can’t connect
  • Speaker’s sound is muffled/poor quality
  • Speaker loses internet connection mid-talk
  • Speaker’s connection freezes
Generic Zoom Things
  • Previous speaker forgets to mute and has background conversation during paper
  • Speaker has lost track of the zoom window
  • Speaker is on mute [suggested “free square”]
  • Speaker announces, “I’m going to share my screen now” [suggested “free square”]
  • Moderator has to ask audience member to mute due to feedback/background noise
  • Closed-captioning misinterprets word in amusing or embarrassing way
It Could Happen at Any Conference
  • Moderator complains that panel discussion is not covering intended subject
  • Speaker you most wanted to hear didn’t show up
  • Speaker is missing a page of their paper and improvises
  • "This isn’t so much a question as a comment"
  • None of the panel discussion members have prepared remarks and all stare at each other in silence
  • More than one paper withdrawn from session / speaker not able to appear
  • Speaker admits to writing paper the night before
  • Paper topic is entirely different from what was originally proposed
Presiders/Presenters Behaving Badly
  • Moderator mangles presenter name or paper title
  • Moderator/respondent compliments papers with gendered language (e.g., “lovely paper” for a female speaker vs. “wonderful paper” for a male speaker)
  • Speaker boasts about and shows off library
  • Pre-session chatter among speakers is a bit more candid than is wise for a 'hot mic'
  • Speaker engages in egregious name-dropping
  • Speaker brings in personal skill/interest unrelated to topic of paper and it overwhelms the content
  • Moderator turns off video and is AWOL when speaker finishes
Zoom-Conference Interface
  • Speaker’s household member appears in background
  • Speaker emails slides to moderator in real-time due to being unable to screen-share
  • Speaker requires real-time troubleshooting for technology problems
  • Academics of a Certain Age discuss learning the ins and outs of zoom and other technologies
  • Speaker is unable to present PowerPoint and see paper text simultaneously

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Work had a "team-building" thing yesterday afternoon to celebrate various milestones (like closing out all our 100+ day old investigations) with both the investigators and our QA partners. Of course, having been scheduled well in advance, it ended up happening during a week when we have multiple high-profile investigations at critical stages and have been facing a multi-week workload crunch. But that's life. A couple of people had to drop out to get work done, but most of us showed up.

Previous teambuilding events have been things like corporate-structured productivity exercises (gag me), escape rooms (surprisingly fun -- would have been more fun without the time limit), and some sort of cooking thing (didn't attend because it conflicted with FOGCon last year). This time,, given the constraints, we did an online murder mystery thing. It was...ok.

The mystery puzzle itself was fairly straightforward and stereotyped. Several of us predicted in chat who the most likely murderer would be even before they'd gotten to the death. The information came in an initial live sketch (set up to be  properly distanced zoom presentation, so props for using the technology); a set of relatively simple logic puzzles to "unlock" things like relevant newspaper articles, forensics reports, and toxicology information; and the opportunity to interview the various (remaining) participants in our team breakout rooms.

The live sketch was overdone and crowded out time for the actual investigation activities (we ended up having to do the puzzle-unlocking and report-reading in parallel with doing the interviews, which meant we didn't have the background to know what questions to ask). I wasn't the only person who found the live sketch to be a bit of sensory overload to an unpleasant degree.

I got picked to be my team's captain/spokesperson (which I was completely unsurprised at -- and if you know my history of such things, you won't be surprised either). But I confess that my usual high-level competitive spirit had already checked out at that point. Fortunately, the team members were multitasking independently, so one person took charge of the interviews, a couple of us worked on the logic puzzles, and when we compared notes to ID the suspect, means, and motive, it was straightforward enough that we didn't have to hash through things.

We tied for most right answers, though I tried to argue that we should have had a perfect score because one of the "official" answers didn't jibe with the toxicology evidence.

The event organizers (who do these things as a business) knew we were a group from [name of pharmaceutical company] but were not aware that our group were professional investigators. They had a bit of a "Doh!" moment about some of our approaches and commentary when that got mentioned in the post-discussion.

All in all, ok as an afternoon's silliness. Not so much with the "team building" but definitely a bit of "team affirming". Definitely affirms the value of having a bunch of independent multi-taskers who don't wait to have an authority organize their activities.

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