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I have been meaning to post for the past week, but I haven't made the time, despite staying up late.  Well, no more.  Surely you, my myriad readers, are desperate for news of me, so here it is. 

I moved into my new space last Saturday, so it's been a week.  It still feels a bit strange, but I'm adjusted better than I feared.  I feel rested when I sleep, and I like the space, though it still looks new to my eyes, and so this still feels like a bit of an adventure.  I must keep making time for making it mine.   There shall be a place for everything, and everything shall be in its place, but I shall first have to find all the things, get rid of stuff I no longer want, and then find places for the rest.  I can do it, but I must keep plugging away, and not just allow piles to acrete.  F found the change in dad space weird for a couple of days, but now she's got it figured out.

One good thing is that I'm so far succeeding in developing a habit of exercising when I get up in the morning.  I hope to end the year feeling strong and healthy and confident.  I had a look at the online schedule for my old dojo, as I'm thinking of starting Aikido again in the spring, and I was shocked to see that Kanai sensei had died seven years ago.  I know I have been away for a while, but damn....


Scattershotness:

I'm helping to organize the Paint and Pixel Festival in April.  It's a new event to showcase the many great artists in the wilds of western New England.  I have managed to hook a couple of headliners, but now I need to follow through on spreading the word so folks actually buy some tables.  I don't have any money in this, but I'd like it to become a success.  I took this on because I kind of miss the fun of organizing 5Con, I'm looking for new things to do to reinvent myself, I figure it will look OK on my resume, and the organizer is smoking hot.  (And happily married, so there's nothing in the offing there, because I'm done with that dance, but apparently I'm still susceptible to the prickings of my libido. :)

I have some friends who are apparently struggling to pull themselves from the slough of despond, and I haven't heard much from them of late.  You guys know who you are.  I'm pulling for you.  Call when you can.

(It's quite windy with gusts up to 50 mph; earlier there was a <i>thunderstorm</i>.  In February.  Frakking global warming.)

I made really tasty stew tonight.  M and I had some after we watched Fringe.  It feels good to watch a new show and be current on it.  Fringe isn't my favorite show, but it's really well done, and I'm impressed by how well written and structured it is.

I have seen some season 1 Deep Space Nine episodes recently, because M borrowed them from a friend, and is watching them with her inamorata.  I had forgotten just how strong that show was, and how well characterized it was, right from the start.  I'll probably say more about this later.

M and I are going back east to visit my family tomorrow.  I plan to interview my dad about his life, before he either dies or becomes so senile he won't remember anything.  I hope I haven't left it too late.

Carla Speed McNeil has finally published a new Finder book, called Voice.  It's about Rachel Grosvenor, now a young woman, and her struggle to earn formal acceptance into Clan Llaverac.  Things have gone wrong, and she needs Jaeger, but he's not around, so she has to go find him.  It's superb.  Man, she really is amazing comics creator and SF writer.  With the possible exception of Stan Sakai's Usagi Yojimbo, this is the best creator-owned, one person writer/artist comic currently ongoing.  if you aren't reading yet, start now. 

I'm going to start sleeping, myself. 

Good night everyone. 
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1) I have been sharing an iTunes account with [livejournal.com profile] millari  for the past few years, and now, because of a hassle with the credit card info (and our break up), I'm going to switch to my own.  I will call Apple and see if they'll let me port the songs and applications that i have downloaded to my account. 

2) The snow, ice, and freezing rain have become an actual problem; they're a constant nuisance, it's a great chore to clear the driveway, and driving has become noticeably more dangerous.  I don't look forward to the floods we're going to have come the spring.

3) Our long term house guest will be leaving within a week, which means  next weekend I'll be moving into the other bedroom.  It will be the first time in about 8 years that I won't be sharing a bed with M every night.  It's an important next step, and a good idea, but I'm dreading it a little, as I know there will be a couple of weeks of sleeplessness, and fighting off the loneliness. (Which, psycho-somatically, makes me feel cold so reliably, I now feel lonely when a get a chill.  Happily, I have gotten flannel sheets. :)

4) Possibly to fight this off, I'm watching a lot of TV.  Inspired by a recent visit by [livejournal.com profile] usakeh, I watched the first two seasons (and part of the third) of Avatar the Last Airbender, getting totally hooked in how it does so many things so well: terrific animation with dynamic action and subtle storytelling and characterization; excellent voice acting; strong dialogue; a mix of comedy, action, romance, drama, and even suspense, all of it plotted well, with long term arcs clearly planned in advance, and sympathetic, capable bad guys to go with our actually heroic protagonists; the show presents men and women well, passes the Bechdel test with ease, and even poses moral dilemmas for the characters which it then refuses to hand wave.  If you haven't seen it, make it a priority.

Then, I burned through Starblazers, the Americanized version of the first two seasons of Space Cruiser Yamato, which I adored when I was a young boy.  It's... still a good show, but one I have to hold at arm's length in a way I don't with Avatar.  It retains an emotional power, with fabulous music, and great voice acting (Eddie Allen, your characterization of leader Desslok as almost-too-bored-to-bother-to-crush-his-enemies set the benchmark for villains, masterminds and adversaries of all sorts), but the gender roles are cringe worthy, and the science in the SF is... embarrassingly careless and wrong.  Still, I had to watch it all.  I think I'm avoiding things.  You know, for a change.

5) My mom is having more difficult periods, more episodes of extreme fatigue and debilitation, which are increasingly keeping her stuck at home.  This wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't stuck there with my dad, who remains as oblivious and self-centered as ever, except he's rapidly losing his memory.  I visited last weekend, and didn't know who I was talking about when I referred to his mother by the nickname I always used for her.  My brother is a rock (an increasingly busy rock) for helping them both on a daily basis, and I'm not sure what else I must do.

6) My friend MAMEd, who is my age, will become a grandfather this year.  Meanwhile, a charming young woman ([livejournal.com profile] fridge_buzz_now , who is, I guess, young enough to be my daughter who I met through the internet) has just lost her mother to illness.  She's heartbroken, of course, and I'm sad for her.  I'm also struck that I'm only a year younger than her mom, and my first thought on seeing a recent picture of her (shortly before the final days) was 'damn, she's a looker'.  In tandem, these two bits of news are prompting the feeling that I'm out of season, like a bird doing mating calls in July.  It's very depressing, and I'm working hard to focus on doing what I can to live my life, and not dwelling on the failures of the past.

And the timer has chimed, so I shall post this and move on the next item on the list, making a fire.

Thanks for reading friends.  I don't say it enough, but I appreciate all your posts and comments, and I love you.
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Last Wednesday, I took the afternoon train to the Big Apple for the New York Comicon. It was a four-day adventure/vacation/business trip, and I had a great time. It actually started Tuesday, when I stayed up rather late watching Caprica, making a quiche so that I could save money on breakfast while I was away, packing, and washing clothes. The rain and cold of last week were ending as I left, and the entire time I was in New York, the weather was perfect: 60s to 70s, mostly sunny. Here’s a day by day recounting, behind a cut for your TL,DR pleasure.

WEDNESDAY )

THURSDAY )


FRIDAY )

SATURDAY )

SUNDAY )


Monday:
Slept in, was able to get coverage for work, and lazed the day away, making sure Millari was OK. She’s still a bit wobbly, but she should make a full recovery.  And, now it's Friday of this week already.  I'm shocked at how quickly the time is passing.  I definitely want to do this again next year.
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One thing that motivated me to write about this was Morlock's short essay on the topic, to which I linked in my previous post. Another was hearing part of this conversation on NPR's superb Tell Me More. [transcript] It's about a program in schools in Washington DC to have playground coaches, to tamp down the Lord Of The Flies aspect. I wished there had been something like that at my school.

I miss Tell Me More, btw. It used to be on at 9 AM on WNNZ, and I listed several times a week. Now it's on at 11 AM, and I almost always miss it. Which sucks, because I think it's the best news show out there, in part because Michel Martin is a rare journalist who will actually call someone on something when she thinks they aren't making sense... and then let them explain.

EDIT: An example of why MM rocks my world: telling off Chris Wallace and Don Imus for dissing Cokie Roberts.
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Ok, so I spotted this story on the Yahoo Baseball section tonight as I checked the Sox/Yankee game score.

http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/news;_ylt=AoW4CBpTxtq0ni0UEkwwORMRvLYF?slug=ap-yankees-cursefoiled&prov=ap&type=lgns

Basically, it says that one of the workers building the new Yankee stadium buried a David Ortiz jersey in the foundations, supposedly to curse the place. So, after some deliberation, the Yankees decided to dig it out, and had some guys spend a few hours jackhammering through two feet of concrete to get the thing out. It's silly, but it would probably create bad PR for the team if they didn't, so whatever.

However, there's this: "Trost said the Yankees had discussed possible criminal charges against Castignoli with the district attorney’s office." With what, exactly? Burying a shirt in concrete? Laying a curse? Next, will Mr. Steinbrenner's cows give sour milk?

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