barthanderson

No less than three "Teach the Contraversy" bills were defeated/died in OK congress so far in 2012. Hah! The tide of ignorance is held back for a bit longer.

http://ncse.com/news/2012/05/oklahoma-okay-at-last-007423

This was hanging out above the clothesline at Phoxinus' house.  All part of Englishness, along with shepherd's pie, The Archers, pots of tea, and hedgerow jams.

21 April 2012

Nine

I lost an earring last night -- it's got a red stone, with nice metal loops going around the edges and a little ball dangling underneath. My mom gave it to me. If you find it can you please put it in lost and found, or email me at charlieanders2@gmail? Thank you!!!

Some memories of last night's opening ceremonies, on the WisCon blog:

http://wisconnews.blogspot.com/2012/05/scenes-from-opening-ceremony.html

Get your news about programming changes, the opening ceremonies, the Tiptree bake sale and auction and more in the second issue of WisCon's at-con newsletter, A Momentary Taste of Wiscon #2, now available as an online download or as a print edition distributed in the 2d floor lobby of the Concourse Hotel.

I rewatched the pilot last night. I hadn’t seen it since it first aired, and watching it right after seeing the (amazing!) finale had quite the impact. The thing that stood out the most to me was, as always, Emily and Nolan’s relationship. Mainly, that it just does not exist there, not as it comes to. And both of them are a mess. They’re isolated and working out of the very worst of their coping strategies. Emily is all cold rage, destruction, and only allowing herself to connect with her dead father and then only through her plans to burn everyone who hurt them down.

Nolan is just… he’s relating to the world through tech to feel safe. He carries a video camera with him to a party so he can have emotional distance from the people around him. He sits alone at home. He wears those ridiculous clothes as some kind of armor. His social skills are at an all time low. Even Jack, the nicest guy on the planet, can’t stand him.

( spoilers )

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A friend was telling me today that he's having something of a midlife crisis. I confessed that I've never really understood what that means. He said, "It's like I'm looking around at my life and thinking, Is this all there is?"

I told him that by that definition I don't expect to ever have a midlife crisis.

We were walking down Sixth Avenue toward Bryant Park. Being there reminded me, as it always does, of the year I spent as a secretary at BPRC, struggling in yet another job that didn't suit me, thinking This is it. I'm done working for other people. It never works. It reminded me of how miserable Josh was back then, how we desperately tried to find local friends and community, how Xtina and I wrestled with the transition from long-distance to medium-distance and wondered why seeing each other more often wasn't making us happier, how money was always tight.

And now I have everything. So much more than I ever thought I might have. I hear there are kids who plan their futures; I never really did, or not in any plausible way. (I wanted to be a detective. I wanted to live in a self-sustaining agrarian commune. I wanted to create a language that everyone in the world would speak. But those are dreams, fancies, not plans.) I'm not sure I believed in the concept of myself as an adult. Somehow, without a blueprint, this amazing life has built itself around me. Such riches, such beauty, such wonder, such love! To contemplate it is to be both uplifted and humbled. I look around at my life every day and I'm blown away by how much there is. I don't expect to feel the slightest bit different when I hit "midlife", whenever that is.

I guess I got my crises over with early. Can't say I'm the least bit sorry.


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