We sat halfway down, not quite on the aisle.
The yellow letters on the screen said, 'Long ago, in a galaxy far far away...' (None of this Episode 4 business; that was Lucas's recut and redubbing and messing with it later.)
And when the big triangular star-destroyer ship filled the 70-mm screen, I ducked. So did everyone else. We'd been focusing on the screen so tightly that it felt as if the thing was overhead or in our laps. (Good thing 3D movies hadn't been invented yet...)
When we came out of the theatre nearly two hours later, the world had changed. There were new things in it - Jedi and Wookies and a kick-ass princess and a sarcastic smuggler and an idealistic farmer and light sabers and music we couldn't get out of our heads and scenes we couldn't forget.
The world is still changing, and they are still in it. Wherever they are, they are still in it.
The Guardian: Republican candidate charged with assault after 'body-slamming' Guardian reporter
The day before the Montana special election (which is today).
And it was caught on audiotape and witnessed by a Fox News team also present who wrote this about (avid Trump supporter) Gianforte's alleged attack on Ben Jacobs:
Jacobs persisted with his question. Gianforte told him to talk to his press guy, Shane Scanlon.
At that point, Gianforte grabbed Jacobs by the neck with both hands and slammed him into the ground behind him. Faith, Keith and I watched in disbelief as Gianforte then began punching the reporter. As Gianforte moved on top of Jacobs, he began yelling something to the effect of, "I'm sick and tired of this!"
Jacobs scrambled to his knees and said something about his glasses being broken. He asked Faith, Keith and myself for our names. In shock, we did not answer. Jacobs then said he wanted the police called and went to leave. Gianforte looked at the three of us and repeatedly apologized. At that point, I told him and Scanlon, who was now present, that we needed a moment. The men then left.
To be clear, at no point did any of us who witnessed this assault see Jacobs show any form of physical aggression toward Gianforte, who left the area after giving statements to local sheriff's deputies.
Fox News: Key Montana newspapers pull Gianforte endorsement after incident
Here's colorblue's post on the Montana election:
Action: Montana Special Election
If you are a US citizen, you can still donate to the last-minute get-out-the-vote effort for Gianforte's opponent, Rob Quist, and he currently has 5X matching:
ActBlue page for Rob Quist (thanks to loligo)
On my first day at Les Imaginales, a pair of librarians came up and invited me to visit the Epinal Library. What I didn’t realize — they may have mentioned it and I just missed it — was that they were giving us a private tour of the rare books room.
It was amazing. One of the true highlights of my trip to France. My interpreter Lionel, an author himself, was as awestruck as I was. Especially when they brought out the first book. If I’m remembering right, this was from the 8th century.
The next one wasn’t quite as old…being from the 9th century. This Gospel of Saint Mark was a youthful 1200 years old.
The cover is metal and ivory. I’m not sure what kind of jewels those are. The circular areas on the corners were for holding relics. Here’s a glimpse of the interior:
You can see the full set of photos on Flickr. (Or you may have already seen them on Facebook.) It was such a wonderful experience. My thanks to everyone at Bibliothèque Municipale d’Epinal for their time and generosity.
I’ll end with a map of Michigan from one of the books that was “only” a few centuries old. Michigan sure looked different in the old days…
Mirrored from Jim C. Hines.
Madeline Ashby, Company Town: ( Future work )
Genevieve Cogman, The Burning Page: ( More Library shenanigans )
( James S.A. Corey )
Mishell Baker, Phantom Pains:( fantasy sequel )
Laurie Penny, Everything Belongs to the Future: ( So many ideas )
Joe Haldeman & Jack C. Haldeman, There Is No Darkness: ( old school )
Ben Aaronovich, The Furthest Station: ( novella )
Max Gladstone et al., Bookburners: ( Are libraries the new zombies in fantasy? )
It is exactly like that, it just smells a lot better. Now I have to wait around an hour or two waiting for my cow shit helmet to work.
2. Not only is tomorrow my usual day off, but I have Friday off as well! We are going to see a baseball game Friday night, so I was already planning to get off early, but then I thought, well, let me just see if I can take the whole day off, and there's not anything major going on, so I can!
3. We had gyoza and edamame for dinner. I never make them from scratch, just buy the bag of frozen ones, so it's really a pretty easy meal to make, and so delicious.
4. Look at this sweet sleepy Chloe!
Title: Love Buzz
Author: Shimura Takako
Publisher: Young King
Status in Japan: 3 volumes, complete
Scanlator: Megchan's Scanlations + Heterophobia Fansubs
Scanlation Status: Ongoing
More Info: Baka Updates
Summary: Five years ago, pro wrestler Fuji Kaoru disappeared one day before a match. Now she shows up at her old gym out of the blue, with a five-year-old daughter in tow. But not everyone is willing to welcome her back with open arms.
Chapter Summary: Fuji's family really wants to meet her ex.
Chapter 12: Do You Want to See Your Daddy?
... Snow at higher elevations of the interior through Friday...
Snow will develop at elevations above 1000 feet late tonight and Thursday. Snow will melt after it hits the ground in most areas, but above 2000 feet of elevation snow could stick... with 2 to 4 inches of accumulation. This accumulating snow is expected to impact the summits of the Elliott, Dalton and Steese highways and the Richardson Highway through the Alaska Range.
It's almost the end of MAAAAYYYYYYY ...
Well, the summer I worked in Denali Park, it very memorably dumped several inches of snow around June 6 or so, and my husband likes to talk about the year it snowed in his hometown (Glennallen) on the Fourth of July parade, so I shouldn't complain too much or I'll probably regret it. I'm glad I haven't put my garden in yet, though.
I got back to Michigan late on Monday after a wonderful week in France for Les Imaginales.
The festival was amazing. The whole town participates and helps to sponsor Les Imaginales, which felt like a cross between a book fair, convention, and renaissance festival. The town is gorgeous, the food is delicious, and there were dogs everywhere–even in restaurants or sitting under a table in the book tent 🙂
I’ve posted photos from the book fair on Flickr. I’ve got a bunch more to get through and post, but I’m doing them one batch at a time.
The best part, naturally, was getting to hang out with some wonderful author friends from America, and to meet new authors, fans, editors, and fellow geeks from France and elsewhere.
It was fascinating to see the differences between French and American conventions. The panels were very different. Instead of a free-for-all conversation, the moderator asked each author a question, one at a time. There wasn’t much interaction between the authors. It felt a bit more formal, but also made sure everyone got the chance to talk and contribute. You were also expected to talk a fair amount about your book and how it related to the topic. At home, I try to avoid doing that too much, but in France, it’s expected that you’ll talk about your writing and help the audience learn enough to decide whether or not they’re interested.
Which means the best time to be in the book tent is immediately after you’ve done a panel. (I didn’t figure that out for my first panel, and probably missed some sales since I didn’t immediately go to the tent afterward. D’oh!)
My thanks to everyone at the festival for inviting me, for their hard work organizing the event, and for making this such a delightful week.
Mirrored from Jim C. Hines.
2. I got another chapter of manga finished up tonight. I have several chapters out for typesetting, so hopefully one of those will be ready to post soon.
3. Last night and tonight I got in a lot of cuddling with Molly. She often comes up on my desk for pettings, but sometimes finds it hard to calm down and just get petted, but both nights she lay down on my desk and I was able to cuddle her as I petted and gave her lots of tummy scritchings too.
I went to see my psych last week for a followup on the new/old meds and said, "I feel like I have my brain back, but I don't much like the brain I got back." In particular I'm having trouble with executive dysfunction and a lot of hyperfocusing.
I told the psych this and she looked at me, fidgeting in her office chair, and said, "have you ever considered that you might have ADHD?"
As it happens I have been pondering that very thing of late. But it's notable that I am 37 years old and she is the FIRST medical professional ever to suggest this diagnosis to me. See also: ADHD presenting very differently in women than in men.
Since I'm still having trouble sleeping without taking low-dose seroquel, we're going to focus on trying to sort that out first, but when I see her again in August we're going to discuss the possibility of going on something for ADHD.
This, by the way, would make all three of us upstairs both bipolar and ADHD. We're all medicated for at least one of those diagnosis but still, there's a reason our household is sometimes, um, volatile. Add in our various physical ailments and Rayne's PTSD and it's a wonder we're functioning at all.
To a certain extent this is part of why I'm poly. I need to have and be part of a support structure not just an individual partner. I think in pairs none of our relationships would be workable, but together we balance each other out quite nicely.
The really awful thing I can't talk about is possibly less awful than it was when I made my last post. Still awful, but no longer horrifyingly impressively awful. This has taken a lot of weight off our household.
I had a shrink appointment today and she said, "have you ever considered grad school?" The answer to which is a somewhat complicated yes. When I was in undergrad I always assumed I would go on to get my masters, probably in Intercultural Communications, but then I fucked up my last semester of university and that kind of crashed and burned. Currently, we're not in a financial/family place where me going to grad school would make sense, but yes, the possibility has entered my mind again.
We leave for Wiscon in the morning, and I am not actually packed, because reasons, so I should probably stop talking about stuff and sort through my clothes and figure out what I'm taking.
I'm not signed up for any panels, I'm not volunteering this year. I'm not 100 percent sure that this isn't going to end in disaster again. Depending on how I react to the various allergens in Madison I may be very low-energy, I may be sneezy and stuffed-up, I may be spending a lot of time asleep, I may be slow and forgetful due to being low oxygen, I may recuse myself rapidly from controversy or trouble if I don't see an immediate way to be useful.
I may have to leave panels abruptly due to coughing fits. We may be leaving town abruptly to get me back to Canada for treatment. (My out-of-province insurance isn't going to cover me for another serious asthma event in the same damn' city as the last one. That's kind of the definition of 'pre-existing'). We have a plan for this. It's as solid as we can make it.
Or we may have trouble at the border and not get there at all.
Or it all may be just fine. I really don't know. There's no way to tell.
But I'm on a new med (Singulair), and taking ALL the other ones, religiously, and so far my lungs seem to be willing to stay fairly functional. I'm bringing my bike. I'm hoping to stay an extra week and see friends. I'm cautiously optomistic.
A small request: if you see me, and we're friends, and you possibly can, grab me for coffee or food or a quick chat? This is almost certainly my last WisCon for some time, and if I do have a dangerous reaction, it's my last WisCon, period.
I know that I've lost touch with a lot of you due to missing the con and generally being offline and preoccupied trying to get my health under control. I'm sorry about it, and I'd really like to connect this weekend if we can, because you all are one of the communities of my heart, and to be honest I'm coming much more for y'all than for the "official" con.
If you or someone near you is wearing scent, I may have to back away rapidly. I'm sorry.
I'm not really accustomed to being a fragile little flower, you know? I'm still working out how to handle it.
Also, if there's a volunteer task I can do, something you need help with, that you can grab me for on the spot, please do. It's hard to contribute meaningfully when you can't make any promises, and I'll appreciate any chances to do so.
In one way we think a great deal too much of the atomic bomb. "How are we to live in an atomic age?" I am tempted to reply: "Why, as you would have lived in the sixteenth century when the plague visited London almost every year, or as you would have lived in a Viking age when raiders from Scandinavia might land and cut your throat any night; or indeed, as you are already living in an age of cancer, an age of syphilis, an age of paralysis, an age of air raids, an age of railway accidents, an age of motor accidents."
In other words, do not let us begin by exaggerating the novelty of our situation. Believe me, dear sir or madam, you and all whom you love were already sentenced to death before the atomic bomb was invented: and quite a high percentage of us were going to die in unpleasant ways. We had, indeed, one very great advantage over our ancestors - anaesthetics; but we have that still. It is perfectly ridiculous to go about whimpering and drawing long faces because the scientists have added one more chance of painful and premature death to a world which already bristled with such chances and in which death itself was not a chance at all, but a certainty.
This is the first point to be made: and the first action to be taken is to pull ourselves together. If we are all going to be destroyed by an atomic bomb, let that bomb when it comes find us doing sensible and human things - praying, working, teaching, reading, listening to music, bathing the children, playing tennis, chatting to our friends over a pint and a game of darts - not huddled together like frightened sheep and thinking about bombs. They may break our bodies (a microbe can do that) but they need not dominate our minds.
Thanks to hollymath and white_hart for that.