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* For the millionth time. You can not get ebola from the ashes of incinerated medical waste.
* They are sending the first nurse from Dallas to the NIH bio-containment unit. I've heard excellent things about the patient care there and wish her luck.
* Viola Davis and others talk about growing up with food insecurity: http://gwydionmisha.tumblr.com/post/100139783382/seananmcguire-ursulavernon-seananmcguire
* Interesting. "1491:" http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2002/03/1491/302445/
* So I've been ill for about a month, which is playing havoc with my sleep and online cycle. This means I often disappear suddenly because I need to lie down Right Now. The hardest thing for me is that I am often unable to sleep, but too tired to read properly. I hate that.
* Anyway, today I ended up reading half of The Winter long this morning in between naps or failing to naps. The thing that really stood out to me was just how much Luidaeg is my favorite. I love tough, dangerous, unpredictable old women. For all she looks like a teenager in the books, she reminds me of Aunt Ruth, my Mother's father's sister. I think of her and her sister, tough, wiry old women who lived their whole lives on their own terms. My father never really "got" them. He thought they were "inappropriate," meaning lesbians, but given their obvious gender variance, I am not convinced this is the right term and it's not as if any of us knew a thing about their sex life if any; he called them "rough, tough, and relentless," like Stevenson's pirates; he called them "Old Dragons." For sure they breathed smoke though they had about 2/3 of a lung between them. I always loved the dragonish and piratical terms as they felt like compliments to me. They were gruff. They were exacting. They were joyful and they loved me as fiercely as I loved them. The Luidaeg is a water demon, but I think she would have loved eating fresh, homemade Pizzelles with them. I imagine the three of them exchanging tart conversation and darkly humourous quips, Aunt Christine throwing her head back to bark laughter and smoke into the air.
The Luidaeg will likely always be my favorite for all of my fondness for Seanan McGuire/Mira Grant's writing. no body tell me how the book ends, I'll likely not finish it tonight, what with game.
* Today I made rose cake and they brought pumpkin cupcakes. I even got a coop gift card.
* RP: Vampires and tourists:
They were told to meet Curia representatives at a small ruined temple in the old pagan Roman graveyard to the north a bit after dawn outside the walls. They opted to stay at a very old in North of the cemetery, run by a large extended family. They clocked a couple of vampires and their servants at the Inn, but actually stayed in their rooms and avoided conflict. Fumiko made a deal with the spirit of the Inn to tip the family and feed blood to the barley. she bought two chickens from a farmer passing through with a load of poultry to Rome, and beheaded them in the field, then gave the bodies to the family. The servants also went to the cemetery when the doors were unbarred at dawn. They got a crystal ball, a prehistoric flake knife, and an ancient bronze mirror. They then pretended to be tourists looking at the cemetery. Tiger and Bear spotted secret society signs among the tomb graffiti while keeping an eye on the vampire servants who were doing the same. Fumiko found secret stairs in a mausoleum and found a secret temple and tunnels underneath. As the party knows there are tunnel vampires, she decided to stay out of the tunnels. People came from the Inn with snack concessions and they had lunch. Amoung the other tourist was a big eyed man with an accent (think Peter Lorrie, Steve Bushemi, or Marty Feldman), who was interested in collected heads: Phoenician ones particularly, but also Etruscan, Roman, or Greek. He planned to go to the bit of North Africa the party is heading for to hunt that Lovecraftian type horror to look for Carthaginian heads. From the description he meant statuary, but he was really creepy.
* Fundraiser to Help Us Survive: http://www.gofundme.com/cuovws
* They are sending the first nurse from Dallas to the NIH bio-containment unit. I've heard excellent things about the patient care there and wish her luck.
* Viola Davis and others talk about growing up with food insecurity: http://gwydionmisha.tumblr.com/post/100139783382/seananmcguire-ursulavernon-seananmcguire
* Interesting. "1491:" http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2002/03/1491/302445/
* So I've been ill for about a month, which is playing havoc with my sleep and online cycle. This means I often disappear suddenly because I need to lie down Right Now. The hardest thing for me is that I am often unable to sleep, but too tired to read properly. I hate that.
* Anyway, today I ended up reading half of The Winter long this morning in between naps or failing to naps. The thing that really stood out to me was just how much Luidaeg is my favorite. I love tough, dangerous, unpredictable old women. For all she looks like a teenager in the books, she reminds me of Aunt Ruth, my Mother's father's sister. I think of her and her sister, tough, wiry old women who lived their whole lives on their own terms. My father never really "got" them. He thought they were "inappropriate," meaning lesbians, but given their obvious gender variance, I am not convinced this is the right term and it's not as if any of us knew a thing about their sex life if any; he called them "rough, tough, and relentless," like Stevenson's pirates; he called them "Old Dragons." For sure they breathed smoke though they had about 2/3 of a lung between them. I always loved the dragonish and piratical terms as they felt like compliments to me. They were gruff. They were exacting. They were joyful and they loved me as fiercely as I loved them. The Luidaeg is a water demon, but I think she would have loved eating fresh, homemade Pizzelles with them. I imagine the three of them exchanging tart conversation and darkly humourous quips, Aunt Christine throwing her head back to bark laughter and smoke into the air.
The Luidaeg will likely always be my favorite for all of my fondness for Seanan McGuire/Mira Grant's writing. no body tell me how the book ends, I'll likely not finish it tonight, what with game.
* Today I made rose cake and they brought pumpkin cupcakes. I even got a coop gift card.
* RP: Vampires and tourists:
They were told to meet Curia representatives at a small ruined temple in the old pagan Roman graveyard to the north a bit after dawn outside the walls. They opted to stay at a very old in North of the cemetery, run by a large extended family. They clocked a couple of vampires and their servants at the Inn, but actually stayed in their rooms and avoided conflict. Fumiko made a deal with the spirit of the Inn to tip the family and feed blood to the barley. she bought two chickens from a farmer passing through with a load of poultry to Rome, and beheaded them in the field, then gave the bodies to the family. The servants also went to the cemetery when the doors were unbarred at dawn. They got a crystal ball, a prehistoric flake knife, and an ancient bronze mirror. They then pretended to be tourists looking at the cemetery. Tiger and Bear spotted secret society signs among the tomb graffiti while keeping an eye on the vampire servants who were doing the same. Fumiko found secret stairs in a mausoleum and found a secret temple and tunnels underneath. As the party knows there are tunnel vampires, she decided to stay out of the tunnels. People came from the Inn with snack concessions and they had lunch. Amoung the other tourist was a big eyed man with an accent (think Peter Lorrie, Steve Bushemi, or Marty Feldman), who was interested in collected heads: Phoenician ones particularly, but also Etruscan, Roman, or Greek. He planned to go to the bit of North Africa the party is heading for to hunt that Lovecraftian type horror to look for Carthaginian heads. From the description he meant statuary, but he was really creepy.
* Fundraiser to Help Us Survive: http://www.gofundme.com/cuovws