For years, I've been wearing XL sweat pants from Land's End, but I've lost a little weight, and now the XLs are too loose, but L is still too small. So is 16W.
You'd think it wouldn't be so hard to find drawstring pants with pockets in an XL, but I haven't succeeded. Failing that, recommendations for pants with belt loops? Pants that run large or small so that I'm not between sizes?
I've thought about adding velcro tabs to the waistbands of the XLs. I realize this would create lumps, but there are already lumps from the stuff in my pockets. Any thoughts about modifying the XL pants?
I have worked it out some. A large part of it is that I am spending an awful lot of my energy (motive and social) just getting into work and managing office niceties. But there's another contribution, and that is getting to just sit very quietly in the same room as someone I know well and like a lot. When I'm living at my parental abode, my mum and I play Scrabble most evenings: I sit with a book or some work, she reads or bimbles about doing housework while I'm thinking about my move, and we talk only intermittently. For most of undergrad, Awesome Housemate C was camped out on either my sofa or my bed, quietly getting on with her stuff while I got on with mine, plus - again - occasional bits of chat/making each other tea.
(Additional issue: my mum is offline at the moment and will be for another week or so, probably, so I'm Predictably Fretting about not hearing from her even though I know why. It is at least less intense than normal.)
I think I either need to work out how to build more of this kind of time into my life, or work out how to notice when I'm already getting it outside the kinds of structures that I'm already used to interpreting that way. Also, probably, to grit my teeth and actually use my wheelchair more, which will result in less exhaustion.
Deeply curious as to how you all manage this (and if this kind of social time is a thing other folk need!).
I haven't met Xena yet, but she's obviously a valued member of the team.
Mirrored from Twisting Vines.
Twisted Boulevard, the urban fantasy anthology from Elektrik Milk Bath Press in which I have a story, is now available. They will do international shipping there, but it should also be available from Amazon UK in a week or so. (For some reason there is always a delay, apparently.)
I am looking forward to receiving my own copy soon and getting to read the other stories.
(In unrelated news, I really wish I knew why my laptop was running quite so slowly. It is most annoying.)
* Locate purple yarn.
* Put on clothing.
* Render my stuff somewhat more comfortably portable.
* Conventional entertainments.
I've been having fun with the little stampy thing that I have in place of pre-printed business cards. I have pages in a little notebook pre-stamped. It's a fun low-tech thing that tends to result in "ooo nifty" rather than making me look like a tool. I hope.
Day was fun. Panels. Crocheting. Dinner. A rapid dash for the BART station when I checked the time. Whee!
commodorified: Ooo err posh
If anyone's interested, it's one of the jasmines I was babbling at kaberett about:
The study has its roots in something that scientists discovered in the 1990s: A small percentage of people are resistant to H.I.V. thanks to a lucky mutation that causes their immune cells to lack CCR5, a protein that gives the virus a foothold. In people with one copy of the mutated gene, the infection progresses more slowly than in those who have normal CCR5. People who have inherited two copies of the mutated gene, one from each parent, are highly resistant to H.I.V. and may never become infected despite repeated exposure.Why a woman who was an award-winning organic chemist left science, and what we can do to support women in science. Lots of good links to follow.
One man, known as “the Berlin patient,” was apparently cured of AIDS after he developed leukemia and had bone-marrow transplants in 2007 and 2008. As luck would have it, his bone-marrow donor had two copies of the mutated gene for CCR5. His immune system rebounded, the virus disappeared and he was able to stop taking antiviral drugs. But bone-marrow transplants are too arduous, risky and expensive to be used as a treatment for H.I.V.
Textbooks don't tell you everything. They don't tell you that organic synthesis has been a cutthroat boys’ club for a century. They don't tell you about the suicides in Nobel Laureate E. J. Corey's group. They don't tell you about flat NSF and declining NIH funding. They don't tell you that you'll never get far as an organic chemist without a PhD -- and certainly not that you'll need more stubbornness than brilliance to get one.In other convalescent news, there has been binge-watching of a TV series called Arrow. I was amused to recognize John Barrowman as a recurring character.
They don't tell you about the grind of the tenure track or the two-body problem. They don't tell you how your boss/academic adviser (your lab group’s principal investigator, or PI) can take advantage of the fact that your visa status depends on your employment to work you harder and pay you less -- that they might delay filing your paperwork as they drop hints that you’re not working hard enough, or just fire you and send you and your family back to your country of origin. They don't tell you about the common perception that a scientist should be 100% devoted to “his” work (or her work, if she is single or has a "supportive spouse," as it's usually put).
Initial thoughts: FFS, why do people* on the internet have to get so damn defensive when their notions of appropriate behaviour are challenged?
(* and I'm sure it isn't solely white people, but y'know, cursory skim-reading and overwhelming majority, etc.)
MetaFilter came up trumps with the most reasonable discussion in the end, fairly unsurprisingly, with many commenters pointing out that body mods are a part of modern queer culture (although I wonder if that may be appropriation in itself - I need to do more thinking/poking Google/research…) and also that simply being aware of cultural appropriation and the history of piercings, gauging and tattoos is - well, not a get out of jail free card, but at least less damaging than just blithely and obliviously sticking needles in yourself because "it looks nice". Or something.
I really should have had a coffee before leaving home this morning…
Ten minutes after I get into bed, am awake and restless again, and my brain is going "ooh let's DO SOMETHING."
(and of course I have to be up early tomorrow because rehearsal)
I am far more shattered than I should be for what I did today...
400 words on my own writing, then scribus interruptus to go get kid. Then time to go get the latest McGuire book, which resulted in finding several other books which I desired, plus the kid found some, so, um, we spent a lot. -_-
Then we got her a sandwich at a place near the bookstore, which I had to put on the card and filch a buck from her for the tip jar, because I had not replenished my cash from the other day where I got all the POM. *sigh*
Then home, through OMG FRIDAY RUSH HOUR AUGH traffic. Which was not as harrowing as it might be (though I was awful and crossed the double-white lines just before the merge, because there was a space there and not if I didn't take it. I was then good and let people merge in cleanly...), but definitely consumed a lot of attention.
And on the way down and back, the kid was doing a bit of In Nomine free-form roleplay, which was fun, but also draining.
So around the time I was working on some edit stuff, when kid and spouse were interacting... in ways that impinged on me, my concentration and nerves just shattered all to pieces and I sort of finished up what I was doing and then sat and was useless and shattered for a while. O:p
WoW helped, after a bit. Killing pixels is soothing. Perhaps not as soothing as wearing the bodies of one's enemies (at least, honey badgers claim this, right?), but soothing. Killed Moonfang. Moon Moon pet dropped. Gave it to guildie I was with, who is also pet crazed and only gets to play once a week for about 2 hours.
Edit: 3 in the morning nearly, but I have finished another chapter. One more plot point to go, and I can do epilogues, oh dear gods, let me be able to handle this next plot point in one chapter please please please. Also let this first draft of this chapter be impactful and not overwrought. And. Stuff.
Edit as well: Kid fell asleep earlier when she had not expected to, and only just now woke up. Good thing I was up, I guess.
Sometimes when you’re staring at an infinite hallway of doors, the only thing you can do is give yourself a pep talk.
( INwatch+Bookwatch )
( Dragons under fold )
But! That's now what I meant to write about!
Tomorrow, curtana will be here! Excite!Considering I saw her technically twice last month, I am feeling rather spoiled, I tell you! We are goig to shill out a lot and watch tv and also stress about the games we are running next weekend for Webercon. I have mine a little bit more in hand now, I think, but I still have some things I need to write out and so forth. I have a vague plot outline in my head that I need to solidify, but mostly it is going to be just letting the players run with what I give them. I have, at least, given them characters at this point. Victory! The next thing to do is finish the bits that say what they all know about each other. Oh and probably I should give them stats and shit too. I need to refine my system a bit and post that as well. I'll get back to all that in a bit.
The other thing on my plate ATM is Invisible ficathon, which I think I have under control at least. I've got a few days to get it beta'd and posted, and I may try to do some other things as well, depending on where I am with gamestuff.
Other than that, what's up in my life is mostly work, which is worky. I finished the tiffany and today I finished the Mother of Pearl/Pearl Satinglass/ Pearl Satin Ware/Air-Trap/everyone has a goddamned different name for it, grr glass. Some of it was really pretty! Some of it was hideous. Sop very very hideous. I've been getting to play detective a bit though, learning about some of the less well known glass companies making this stuff. Like Phoenix Glass (Out of Ohio). And John Walsh Walsh (winner of more repetitive name. 19th century edition!). However today I realized that there are like 60 fewer boxes that I have to do than I realized. I've done almost 130, there are maybe 350? And a lot of the ones left also have fewer objects than the ones I have done, or they are not actually part of the collection that I was technically hired to do, maybe? I'm not sure. Anyway. We'll see how I get on with things, but I admit I am a little concerned about what will happen if I run out of things to catalogue :p However, I *am* signed up to take a two day training course on Crystal Reports later this month, which will be good to have under my belt even if I don't actually ever use it for this job. It is weird to feel like in terms of responsibility this job is actually a step *down* from my GA position, where I had more autonomy to take on projects and so on. I do think that it is in part a matter of having a different supervisor as well. It is a little strange to think about how long I have been working at the galleries, for that matter. I think I started at Stark in 2010?
Anyway, I don't have a lot else to say - just debating between trying to do a bit more game work or going to bed. Maybe I'll do some wind-down knitting. I had to rip back 7 rows earlier tonight because I can't count, and I still have 4 to catch up to where I was. *sigh*. Meanwhile, lonpig is down to the ribbing on the bottom of the sweater, meaning she only has that and the sleeves to go. It's okay though, she assures me it is not a race. First prize is a sweater. Second prize is also a sweater! Woohoo!
In other, less interesting news:
1.) The cat is neurotic (expected), and we're all getting used to him appearing at random under us. I know cats do this--I know--but see, our dogs do this, too, but unlike cats, they don't have preternatural moving out of the way powers, so basically, there's no point in my life I don't have bruises on my shins, just now they're not necessary a third of the time.
2.) I got to the journeyman stage in tortilla making. Two coworkers gave advice, one of them taking up a very zen approach (You'll know you're ready when you can feel the tortilla is ready) which inspired me to stare into the pan trying to becoming one with flatbread. That worked out well. However, out of three batches, my second was wildly successful, by sheer accident, and they were eaten while I was cooking them so none for storage. The problem is there's no recipe that has what I call a small batch, which makes sense, because of the amount of margarine/butter/lard/shortening you use is so small that it's hard to divide it down more. However, that means when I get it wrong, there's a lot of leftover unbaked and waiting to be badly cooked. The last batch isn't bad, but it's--very flakey, too much so, and I have yet to figure out how this one went wrong when the last one didn't since the recipes are identical.
I think it's how I'm doing the margarine/butter/lard/shortening and flour mix together. I may try to start with one cup of flour mix and the margarine/butter/lard/shortening, then add in more flour when that's well mixed. It's enough like pastry in basics--and I know basic and complex pastries, it may be my only true gift--that I'm stuck in the wrong mindset while making it and treating it like pastry, hence very flakey and not very much tortilla. OTOH, it still tastes okay, just utterly useless for wrapping around fajita meat or carne asada.
(In case you're curious, I'm not using margarine/butter/lard/shortening, just one of those at a timee, but I was originally switching, and after consultation with people who are really good at this, decided to stick to lard until I get it right, then I can judge how to use substitutes. If I get this right, a coworker has promised she'll teach me naan, but I have to get a handle on flatbreads in general first or it will not end well. Well, and I have to pay her with a batch of tortillas using shortening or something vegetarian/vegan.)
3.) In food related news, my Indian coworkers are bringing out the snack foods again to helplessly addict us all. I usually get first pick, since I mentored several of them, and also it's a subtle test of my ability to eat hot things (there was a thing with lemon peel that mostly metaphorically set my mouth on fire; they were all extremely excited about this) or random things that they refuse to name until I eat it, because I'm the kind of person that responds to that very well. The latest is a very hard rice-based--I want to say like a chip, but it's not, it's in twists not unlike a pretzel (but nothing at all like a pretzel) and it has a faint spicy undertaste that was amazing. Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to eat any until the woman who brought it left, so my Monday will be spent finding out what it is and who I need to kill to get a bag of it.
4.) In more food-related news, we finally got a rice cooker and I'm eating rice and veggies like it's a drug. I remember someone on my flist or dcircle talking about making rice and then just mixing it with leftovers and eating it for days, and for the record, that works. I've been mixing it up with wild rice, sticky rice, jasmine rice, random rice, and orzo (I think?), but I am actually eating healthier in general now, because add a little cheese on top of everything and my God, yes. It's also nice not to have burned rice. I know there are people out there that can cook rice without a layer of burn at the bottom; I am not one of those people.
5.) In even more food related news, we got a deep fryer. I don't want to talk about how my son managed ot master chicken wings and vegetables and my chicken wings and zucchini so failed sadly, but let's just say it happened and leave it at that.
6.) I had a lot of food related news, okay? It was fucking freezing and I'm either skipping meals or eating my own weight. It's--something. Food, okay?
Also, my vet sent me a condolence bouquet of carnations and a card with messages from the staff. For which I also cried.
I know this is the kind of reaction that makes some people go, "How can I be so calm/happy? I must be a monster!" Whiiich is not how I see it. Because I know that if I felt that sad every minute, it would rend me up into shreds. This calm is emotional anaesthesia, because I do not need to feel the surgeons working on my chest during open-heart surgery. It's also fragile. Like I said, it cracks whenever I go too close to thinking about him.
The way it feels, honestly, is like a respite of God-given peace to help me through a time of sadness.
So I'm playing keep-away from the comments, but I want to let you guys know that I am so grateful for the comfort and support you're all giving me. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. This really might be unbearable but for all of you.
In other news I rearranged the glasses cupboard in the kitchen--have I mentioned I've been Happening to my kitchen? I'm not scrolling down my journal to look. But anyway, I cook and I've been living on my own, so I have a LOT of kitchen stuff, and arrived here to a kitchen where every available space has been filled. I therefore obtained permission from my landlord, and went ruthlessly to town. One no longer has to crawl on one's hands and knees to reach the baking supplies, for instance. And then today I moved all the useless cups to the top shelf, put the nice matching drinking glasses on the bottom, and then alcohol glassware (wine glasses, whiskey tumblers, and mason jars all) in the middle.
I let my housemates know about Bert on the group's Facebook page this afternoon, so when one of the nerds came out for a drink of water and found me cheerfully stacking cups and commenting on how we need a new water filter I think it scared him a little, because he stood there really awkwardly for a minute, then went back to his room. Which I don't blame him for; jumping on that emotional grenade (ie. saying anything about Bert when God KNOWS how I would've reacted, so far as he knows, and I can't deny I'm a little fey) is not the realm of acquaintances who have to share living space with you.
Also, today I finished Garment of Shadows by Laurie R. King. I am officially All Out of Mary Russell books to read, having even devoured Beekeeping for Beginners and Mrs. Hudson's Case.
Experience and the ingredient list suggest that if I try to wear it I will
A) react violently
B) make at least one spouse react violently
C) smell like a brothel on payday. (That's a comment on me+Dior X Poison, not on the stuff itself)
Also D) I have more perfumes I love than I have chances to wear it.
I will mail it anywhere on the planet (it's light) ideally but not necessarily in exchange for any similar small light amusing thing that cost little or no money: makeup/skincare sample, unloved single skein of yarn, silly fannish toy from a cereal box ... I dunno. Make me an offer.
ETA: it's an atomiser, and if that's the "eau du toilette" the parfum must have a kick like a missouri mule.