Good old days

Oct. 18th, 2017 07:00 am
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Maybe the world will bring back one of my childhood pleasures: Yankees beat Dodgers

Holly has a new friend...

Oct. 18th, 2017 06:08 am
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 ... who was also an old friend, and a brand-new conundrum to solve in Chapter 26 of Princess Holy Aura!

Apologies like the birds in the sky

Oct. 18th, 2017 05:29 am
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I have been having an absolutely miserable night, but after venting at length to [personal profile] spatch about Brian Jacques' Outcast of Redwall (1995) I spent at least an hour reading about various mustelids online, including several species (tayra, hog badger, ferret-badger, grison) I hadn't known existed, and I think that was good for me.

(I liked ferrets. I found them clever, beautiful, charming creatures. I had had a stuffed animal black-footed ferret since late elementary school. By the time Outcast came out, I even knew several domestic ferrets in person; they were playful and I did not object to their smell. That was the novel where I realized that Jacques' species essentialism was immutable, and I felt painfully betrayed. I understood the long shadow of The Wind in the Willows, but I couldn't understand how Jacques could miss that his readers would at some point identify with Veil, the orphaned ferret kit adopted into a society of mice and voles and moles—the outsider, the one who feels there's something wrong with them for just being what they are—and then fail to see how it would hurt them to have Veil confirmed as irredeemable, genetically evil after all. He went so far as to give a morally ambiguous character a selfless death scene and then retract it a few chapters later. That ending accomplished what endless recipes for damson and chestnut and Mummerset dialect could not: I burnt out on the series on some deep level and have never even now gone back, despite positive memories of the first four books and their unique combination of cozy talking animals and total batshit weirdness. If you can't appreciate ferrets, I'm out of time for you.)
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https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2017-10-16/u-s-air-force-general-endorses-elon-musk-s-reusable-rockets

Похоже, дело все же идет к тому, что военные будут требовать для запуска своих спутников использования flight-proven ракет. В смысле, испытанных реальным полетом на орбиту.

В принципе, это нормально. Никто не отправит в полет с пассажирами самолет, не прошедший летных испытаний, никто не поднимет военно-морской флаг на корабле, не прошедшем ходовых испытаний. Почему с ракетами должно быть по-другому?
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Haumea of the Outer Solar System

Oct. 18th, 2017 08:07 am
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One of the strangest objects in the outer Solar System has recently been found to have a ring. One of the strangest objects in the outer Solar System has recently been found to have a ring.


дыбр

Oct. 17th, 2017 10:44 pm
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 Вторник, что, неспеша так. Отжался 50, после завтрака уже, потому что утром низковат был сахарок, а стремно.

Вот; запарковался в университете, и на поезд, 9:55.

Наши узбечка и казашка, интернки, сегодня последний день; впечатлились. Они еще в Вашингтон едут потусоваться, а потом обратно. Насоветовал им музеев там. Не знаю, интересуют ли их музеи. Это я питерский; а им-то что. Вот по чаю соскучились; ну это понятно.

Обратно ехал - итальянский делал, вместо того, чтобы дыбру писать.

Сейчас уже довольно темно вечером.

Собрал домашки, стал обсуждать задачи. Задачи там с подъебками, спрашиваю, вот это wff? 

∀x (x → y)

Ну только не в логике первого порядка, а! Моя черная студентка, Моше, тут заволновалась. Она, оказывается, эту задачу неправильно решила; для нее это невыносимо. Утешил ее. Все фигня, мелочи, это все плюс минус.

После разбора домашки, минут через пять, Бхаргав, такой разгильдяй, приносит свою домашку. Ну ты мужик попал, конечно. Домашки же фигня, мало очков. Стараться надо учиться, а не обманывать. Себя обманываешь. Впрочем, мое ли это дело. Он взрослый человек.



А вообще народ отжигает. Комментируют слайды, поправляют ошибки. Никогда таких студентов не было. И мидтерм решили перенести на вторник. Ну типа а чо, не лямбды же начинать. Они очень быстро все воспринимают, не приходится в деталях разбираться.

Классно, короче. Я немножко в панике, а чему учить-то, если они так быстро. Придется заодно теорию категорий впарить. Не, у меня там есть еще песен, конечно.

Во студенты пошли.

Домой приехал... а там, кстати, проблема таки оказалась в розетке. Видимо, мой пробник в темноте выглядел будто два сигнала горят, а горел один. Итак, дурит розетка под раковиной, и еще одна в мастерской (она же офис). Они магически соединены (см картинку про медведей и рефакторинг). Ну ладно, придется в выходные ковырять это все. Я все это могу починить, но уйдет дикое количество времени. Но починю, электричество же.

Ну и вот. Кошке еды подбросил (хотя ее уже и кормили). Душ, чай, спать.

Кстати, на sonatype мне аккаунт сделали, так что буду деплоить как приличный. Кстати, и ML мой туда же попрется заодно. Готовлюсь к ноябрьской конференции.

Из скотоложика Нандан написал, что у них там деньги кончились, хостить митап не могут. Окей. Остался Комкаст. Работаем над этим.

Вообще, у меня есть планы перестройки (смены вех). Поговорю с Томасом, ну а то и с Виталием. Митап замутить. Томас-то не вполне понимает особенности организации митапов, небось думает, что это такое рекламное мероприятие с пивом и пиццей. Никто на такое не пойдет. Людям нужно вдохновенье.

The hills are alive...

Oct. 17th, 2017 11:38 pm
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To the tune of "The Sound of Music", perhaps if Lovecraft had been the librettist instead of Hammerstein:

The hills are alive, and I think they're hungry
No one has come back for a thousand years
The hills fill my heart with a dreadful terror
I fear for my life with each sound I hear

We're told not to look at the hills when we're on
The trails near the lake in the trees
And travel with friends when the black birds fly
In the woods like bees

But leave friends behind when they trip and fall
Over stones in the way
So someone survives
And can tell everyone "keep away!"

Stay here in the town, even if you're lonely
Close your house at night, always bar the door
Don't mention the hills in your conversations
Or they'll take one more

(no subject)

Oct. 17th, 2017 11:31 pm
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Evan: "You know, none of this makes any sense."
Alex: "Good. I'd hate for things to start making sense all of a sudden. It would ruin this new trend I've got going."
~Kristine Williams, Keeper
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minor gifted comments )

Side note, Dreamer explicitly refers to John as Thunderbird, even though his interaction with Blink is very Warpath-in-Days-of-Future-Past-like. (The great thing about the about the Proudstar brothers is that James' middle name is John, and he also went by Thunderbird for a short time after John died before taking the name Warpath. They have effectively the same powers. So basically, whatever.)

Also, this was a great episode. I love this show.

Ow ow ow

Oct. 17th, 2017 09:41 pm
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Took out the trash and bashed my temple on the hatchback-lid because when I flipped it up... it didn't go up as far as I thought it would. It was dark OUTSIDE WHERE I WAS BECAUSE THERE IS NO ROOM IN MY SIDE OF THE GARAGE and I didn't see, and was distracted by blasted pine sap that had somehow gotten into one of my sandals while I was hauling the trashbag out to the car WHICH DID I MENTION IS OUTSIDE.

And I still have pine sap on my foot. What gets pine sap off?! Hand soap doesn't do it...

Spouse went for a crown on one of his teeth, but the dentist didn't like the x-rays and wants a root-canal specialist to look at it because he doesn't want his crown getting holes drilled in it for root canals subsequently.

Kid has no spoons because yesterday burnt them all.

I still need to go down and do my exercise ring on my watch.

I didn't get enough sleep but I did get a nap so that helped some. I'm still so tired.

Got a little editing done for friend.

Here, have a somewhat distressing article.
http://www.politico.com/agenda/story/2017/09/13/food-nutrients-carbon-dioxide-000511

Havva Quote
"No, you may not help me mine dilithium, Flicker. Cats do not make good dilithium miners. Especially one rubbing on the screen."
--My spouse, talking to Flicker, who is 'helping'


INwatch+Bookwatch )

Dragons under fold )
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Dear god, that street has a lot of cats in varying degrees of feralness. One house with a large lot has at least a dozen hanging out there at any given point of time. Another house with a small lot has its own colony, at least three adult queens and two litters of kittens at distinctly different ages. Somebody is feeding these cats, but they're not doing anything to reduce the surplus population.

I kinda want to TNR the lot of them. Or, rather, I want to T them, have a rescue organization handle the N, and then give them an address to R them back to. (Except the kittens, who'd get rehomed, not returned.) With good timing the whole process wouldn't take much longer than a few weeks. But there's the iffy issue of setting up traps on other people's property....

(Plus the other issues of not having the time or energy to do any of this, let alone the cash. Can't save 'em all.)

Maybe I can put in a call to a cat rescue organization that does TNRs anyway. They might be willing to wade in and handle this. If they're not overwhelmed. (LOL. Of course they're overwhelmed.)
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So I’m trying to write a plot-centric Rey & Finn or Finn/Rey (not sure yet, depends on how bad I am at writing romance) fic set in the same universe as Let The Dice Fall Where They May, my Phasma plots a First Order Coup while Maz and Lando just sort of plot in general post-TFA fic.

I’ve come up with some world building stuff I want to use, and I definitely know I want Luke, Leia and Poe to also have significant roles, but beyond that, I’m stalled out. Now’s your chance to foist plot bunnies or things you want to see in fic on me! (Note for people who know who they are: Kylo Ren and his parentage will not be a significant part of this fic)

If you’re interested, reply, message me, or email me at fitzrose at email dot msn dot com

Note: No, I don’t need to know you personally yet, as long as you don’t act creepy.

it's a doozy of a song

Oct. 17th, 2017 09:08 pm
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The penultimate song of the Saturday Late Night at the Keep was Tall Trees in Georgia, by Eva Cassidy.

It was so achingly beautiful and achingly slow, and I could never have lead to a song that slow and with that little of an obvious beat, but I was lucky and got a dance with an awesome lead from Philly.

It's not often played; John Joven (who also dj'd and who was one of the instructors for the weekend) talked with whomever was djing -- they talked about how they've only found times for it once or twice. I was lucky enough to have the last dance of the evening with John.

Sunday one of the classes I went to was Slow Blues, with John and Kara. Only 9 of us in the class - Bambloozled was not well promoted and it was a gorgeous day so those on the cusp probably chose what was in Bumper Cars. I asked if we'd be working on songs like that one last night. John had it. We worked with it. It was difficult, but marvelous, working on the weight shifts.

I'm also glad I hadn't been listening to the words the night before, because they nearly made me cry:
Tall trees in Georgia they grow so high they shade me so
And sadly walking through the thicket I go

The sweetest love I ever had I left aside
Because I did not want to be any man's bride

But now I'm older and married I would be
I found my sweetheart but he would not marry me

When I was younger the boys all came around
But now I'm older and they've all settled down

Control your mind my girl and give your heart to one
For if you love all men you'll be surely left with none

Tall trees in Georgia they grow so high they shade me so
And sadly walking through the thicket I go
If you've talked with me enough, you probably know why.

But really, go listen to the song. It's beautiful.
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I am currently suffering from a toddler plague which includes the delightful symptom of "malaise." That sounds more Victorian than it turns out to be in practice. At the moment I'm awake, yet don't have the energy to actually get out of bed or write anything substantial. Therefore, have some links:

Through noon on Friday, you can get a free e-book of Winter Tide by signing up for the Tor.com newsletter--I believe you can still get it if you're already a subscriber.

Over at the Lovecraft E-zine podcast, Anne M. Pillsworth and I talk about the Lovecraft Reread, our favorite weird fiction, and how to fangirl problematic things.

I neglected to post here at the time, but the cover for Deep Roots and a short interview are up at The Verge. Deep Roots is coming out in July 2018, and contains creepy yet dangerously helpful aliens, Deep Ones attempting to navigate the New York City subway, and lots of takeout food. Awkward relatives and apocalyptic threats galore!


 

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