Akhenaten - Dorothy Porter
The Harp in the South - Ruth Park
Frog Music - Emma Donoghue
Her Private Passion - Rebecca Tregaron, Honey Dover, Victoria Janssen, Isla Sinclair, Mona Midnight
Nor Iron Bars A Cage - Kaje Harper
This Book is Haunted - David McRobbie
The Penitent Damned - Django Wexler
A Medieval Romance - Mark Twain
( i read things )
The most complex organic molecule yet to be discovered in interstellar space has been reported. While organic molecules that are organized in a straight line have been seen previously, the new molecule—iso-propyl cyanide—is the first molecule found with a branched structure.
In the 1980s, scientists were beginning to realize that it’s possible for complex organic molecules to form on the surfaces of dust grains. As a result, some of them predicted that the interstellar medium would contain complex, branched molecules. But none were discovered until now.
The molecule in question is an important building block of amino acids, which are themselves one of the important building blocks of life. The discovery reinforces hopes of finding life elsewhere in the Universe.
Training was fun (if a little warm at times): we each in turn practiced unfolding the chair, being behind the chair and in front of the chair (it is a two-person job), and we all had a turn in the chair so we know what we're inflicting on people. While I winced at the repeated use of "wheelchair-bound", the trainer was at least firm and clear that we should always ask the person being moved how they wish to get into the chair "as they know best how to move themselves". I kind of wish that didn't need to be stated, but we're not in that world yet.
At the moment, we don't have anyone using a wheelchair in the building, but there is at least one person who cannot use stairs. And of course there may be temporary reasons why someone cannot use stairs at a particular time: most likely injury or panic.
Also, yay checklist for making sure we had covered everything we need to know.
(And then after a couple of meetings I went to the gym and lifted weights, and now my muscles are really tired.)
Leonard pointed out that what I really want is an Ethiopian restaurant. I do. MenuPages knows of no Ethiopian or Eritrean restaurants in Astoria.
But I immediately hit a snag with my fantasy: an Ethiopian restaurant in my neighborhood would potentially propel further gentrification. "How could I make it so that the Ethiopian restaurant is good and all, but doesn't attract even more yuppies like us to live here? How can I make it less appealing to people like us, but in a way that doesn't bother me?"
"How about an Only Sumanas sign?" Leonard suggested.
"But I don't want something de jure, just offputting de facto," I said.
"It's just a sign! It's decorative! It's historical."
"And it's heritage? Leonard are you doing a Confederate flag argument?"
"I kind of went in that direction, yeah."
We discussed some more tactics that would not work, and then Leonard gently suggested that I just accept that sometimes other people like the same things we like.
"But this is just a hypothetical fantasy restaurant! Can't I try to imagine a way that it wouldn't attract even more ..."
"Sumana, you're redlining the imaginary restaurant."
(And it was at this point that I asked for permission to blog.)
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Spanish court suspends Catalonia independence vote
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Ebola outbreak: 'Thousands of orphans shunned'
Chinese Media Say Hong Kong’s ‘Radical Activists’ Are Doomed
Justice Department tells Ferguson police to stop wearing bracelets in support of Darren Wilson
Americans Have No Idea How Bad Inequality Really Is
A boy was accused of taking a backpack. The courts took the next three years of his life.
New documents show legal basis for NSA surveillance programs
Here's Yet Another Rage-Inducing Scam in the American Health Care System
Benjamin Dix and Lindsay Pollock tell the disturbing story of a young Ethiopian woman abused by her employers in Saudi Arabia.
Military Leaders Urge Staying the Course on Healthier School Food
Chart: Half of All Income Goes to the Top 10 Percent
The big “middle class” rip-off: How a short sale taught me rich people’s ethics
Why Voting Machines Are About To Wreak Havoc On Another Election
The World War II Campaign to Bring Organ Meats to the Dinner Table
So far only one of my nominations (Old Kingdom - Sabriel, Touchstone, Ellimere I, Terciel) has been accepted, with the others in limbo awaiting attention. This year's goal: get a draft out before December, spend the rest of the time writing Galaxy Rangers treats for the five people in the fandom, some of whom might also be participating. Other noms include The Matrix (Movies) (Hilariously no one nominated Neo - I nommed Trinity, Morpheous, Switch and Apoc; I'm going to rewatch this weekend I think.)
(I need to find two other fandoms I want just as much as GR & Old Kingdom.)
Hands up who's participating/excited/really glad it's fall? Also useful to me: Two 4-hour plane rides and a computer that currently has better than adequate battery life, although I may see if I can snag an external batt before I fly home.
Everyone doing NaNoWriMo: Fully 1/3 - that's 10 days - of November is comprised of weekend! (I have carefully made sure that I am spending 0 weekends with my family; flying in on Monday and out on Friday, the week of Thanksgiving.)
There is a universe in my head that conceptually is all staranise, from this post, the ember of which I am trying to keep aglow until November happens. Big plans, big plans.
Work is hectic as ever but it is nice to have stuff to do.
I've just shared a post about Yizkor on my congregational blog. It's sparked by the fact that we'll recite the prayers of Yizkor, our memorial service, twice in the span of two weeks: once at Yom Kippur, and again at Shemini Atzeret. But what is Yizkor, and why do we say it twice in such rapid succession?
Here's a taste:
The word Yizkor means “Remember!” — and the service with that name is when we remember our beloved dead. We say the prayers of Yizkor four times a year. I follow the tradition which maps these four Yizkor services to the four seasons: Pesach – springtime. Shavuot – summertime. Autumn – Yom Kippur. Winter – Shemini Atzeret. (Even though mid-October won’t be winter yet, thank God. Some sources hold that the fourth yizkor of the year was once held in midwinter, but was moved to Shemini Atzeret for practical reasons of seasonally difficult travel.)
Shemini Atzeret means “the pause of the 8th day.” Sukkot (in Israel and in the Reform tradition of which we are a part) lasts for seven days. On the 8th day, our tradition teaches, God says to us: wait! don’t go! Linger with Me a little longer? We call that day “the pause,” or “the lingering,” of the 8th day. And it’s on that extra day after Sukkot, when Sukkot is over but we haven’t yet pulled away from God’s presence, that we recite Yizkor for the second time during this fall holiday season.
The experience of Yizkor is different at each of these holidays...
Read the whole thing here: The Yizkor of Yom Kippur, the Yizkor of Shemini Atzeret -- What is Yizkor, anyway?
But, yeah, might make a difference to get myself on a bike that fits better.
I have literally been bothered by strangers wanting to talk to me since I left my apartment this morning. Guy on bike in park wanted to know where I was going or possibly wanted my wallet; once I told him to fuck off he pulled his bike in front of me and tried to stop me, so I pushed his bike over. I sense a flaw in your cunning plan, sir.
Got in a cab to get away from yelling guy on (well, now, off) bike, and usually cabdrivers in Chicago are either quiet or talking to someone on their bluetooth. This cabdriver decided to tell me about how he has two wives and eight children. Used to be nine but one of them died. Also the healing powers of coconut oil. Awkward cab ride.
Escaped him and was followed by a person asking me for a dollar (which I do not have and told her so, having given the bigamist cab driver my only twenty) literally to the door of my building.
Never going outside again. Outside is horrible.