April 29th, 2017
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posted by [personal profile] azurelunatic in [site community profile] dw_dev at 03:06pm on 2017-04-29 under
So we've got a code push coming up tomorrow! The code push will include stuff from mid-February until now. With one small exception, most of this is not yet live on the site. (The exception is the stuff that [staff profile] mark faithfully checked in, so the repository matches what's live in production.)

This tour covers April. It was a busy, busy month: 53 total issues resolved
Contributors: [github.com profile] NightFlyer, [github.com profile] afuna, [github.com profile] kaberett, [github.com profile] kareila, [github.com profile] rahaeli, [github.com profile] srukle, [github.com profile] zorkian

[staff profile] karzilla was doing something akin to NaNoWriMo for development, and it shows!

This is [github.com profile] NightFlyer's first contribution! Welcome!

Read more... )

And unless someone sneaks in some fixes under the wire, that's it for now!
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posted by [syndicated profile] transgriot_feed at 12:00pm on 2017-04-29

Posted by Monica Roberts

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Today is the 82 birthday of British trans icon and pioneer April Ashley.  She has led an amazing life as a Vogue model, received an MBE back in 2012 and was a plaintiff in Corbett v Corbett, a 1970 marriage case that went the wrong way for her and trans folks in Great Britain of which the repercussions of it didn't get cleaned up until the Gender Recognition Act was passed.

But by living her life, she inspired others in Great Britain to live as their true selves, and she deserves much credit and praise for that.

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Happy birthday April!   Thank you for being that trans pioneer that we all needed, for the wonderful trailblazing life that you have lived up to this point, the honors that you have received, and may you be blessed to see many more

Here's two clips of her 2015 interview on the British TV show Loose Women


A film that documented April's visit to her hometown of Liverpool for her 80th birthday to receive an Honour of the City.

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posted by [personal profile] vvalkyri at 11:54am on 2017-04-29 under , ,
People all over Wyoming wore tutus last night. In Wyoming. There's a "how to make one" gathering in Laramie. Where Matt Shepard was killed.

There's a bunch of bars in cities around the state offering discounts to anybody wearing a tutu.

#liveandlettutu is trending.

Wyoming. Seeing the mention of the tutorial night in Laramie set me crying. (4 hrs sleep probably helped).

Edit: What I wrote on FB: People all over Wyoming had tutu parties and bar crawls last night and a bunch of bars offered discounts to anybody with a tutu. (People mostly put them over clothes.) When I saw the link to the 'make your own' party in _Laramie_, where Matt Shepard was beaten to death for being gay, not so many years ago, I found myself crying.

I doubt that the guy who Enzi knows will get in many fewer bar fights. But last night was a very public display of a fairly major change.

Tutu protests and parties break out in Wyoming over senator's remark
Enzi has apologized for the remarks he made at Greybull High School, in which he told an unusual anecdote in response to a question about how he sees the LGBTQ community in Wyoming. As recounted by the Greybull Standard newspaper, Enzi said:

"I know a guy who wears a tutu and goes to bars on Friday night and is always surprised that he gets in fights. Well, he kind of asks for it. That's the way that he winds up with that kind of problem."

At the time, Enzi said his anecdote illustrated the need for civility and mutual respect, citing Wyoming's "live and let live mantra," as WPM reported. But he was quickly criticized for not succeeding in making that point — and for doing so in an inappropriate setting.

Wyoming Democrats Chairman Joe M. Barbuto said Enzi's comment "was ugly and indicative of a kind of backwards thinking that has no place in today's society."

On Tuesday, Enzi, 73, issued an apology, saying, "I regret a poor choice of words during part of my presentation."

He added, "None of us is infallible and I apologize to anyone who has taken offense. No offense was intended. Quite the opposite in fact, and so I ask for your understanding as well."

The plan for a tutu protest was met with enthusiasm in Wyoming, even prompting a tutorial on making one's own tutu in Laramie Thursday night.

Demonstrators were also urged to keep the issues of bullying and civil rights in mind, with Eliza Hanson urging her fellow protesters, "Wear your tutus this weekend but please take it seriously. Some of us 'wear tutus' on a daily basis and I would really appreciate it if you didn't try and make a joke out of yourself while wearing one."
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posted by [personal profile] gale_storm at 05:47pm on 2017-04-29 under
"Short-burst ambush tactics"

This was a bit of the narration of a Nat Geo Wild programme about bobcats we were watching last night.  

I copied this bit down in a note because it reminds me of you-know-mew.

Tactically, Moxie seems to have something inside her that drives her to occasionally chase my feet. If she caught them, though, she might reconsider ever doing it again. Because feet. Yeah.

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A couple things I want to do now and slept too little to remember where to search them
1) find the page that allows me to en masse add people back
2) find the page that allows me to en masse deal with filters
3) find the email with the results of the script for finding dw accounts.

This is partly because I would probably post the below flock what with the fundraising link having my full name, but instead I'm going to just not put a direct link to it.

For those playing at home, I badly turned my right ankle on Sunday, landing a jump. A break is terribly unlikely in that it supported full weight immediately and it was on gymnastics mats, so the stress would have been almost entirely from the turning part as opposed to any impact on anything hard part. Yes, my dr's office has seen pictures, and my shoulder PT was unconcerned, and a couple other medclues also seem to consider it not worrisome. The swelling is at this point variable, and the pain is annoyingly more, either because of less swelling or because I spent a lot of time on my feet Thurs and Fri, doing cleaning and sorting type stuff. Walking in the house had seemed to be not painful at all, but letting the aleve wear off last night by mistake showed me just how different walking was without it.

Anyway, I have the National Ovarian Cancer Coalition DC Chapter walk a week from today. Ovarian can sure as hell use more awareness and research dollars - the 5 year survival stats for anything other than stages 1 and 2 are abysmal, first line therapies work for less than half of those treated, there's no screening, and not a whole lot has changed in a couple decades. (Maybe 10 years ago a short list of 'do not ignore' symptoms was agreed on - bloating, pelvic pain, feeling full too quickly, having to pee often.)

But, um, the ankle.
Ellen suggested yesterday afternoon that I fundraise on a 'help Vval make good life choices' plank - donate in the hopes I /don't/ walk on Saturday but instead walk some time it won't damage my ankle. I'll leave my stated goal low, because last night showed me just how stupid walking a 5k in a week probably is (I'm very upset to realize how long I probably shouldn't dance or acro) but I'd really prefer to raise a full thousand. It's a terrifying diagnosis. If you have ovaries you're at risk.

a graphic describing symptoms of ovarian cancer, and that there is no screening

What I wrote over on FB:
No climate march for me on this ankle, despite it being my usual walking distance away. It was suggested yesterday afternoon that I should raise money for the Ovarian Cancer walk a week from today (link below) by asking people to donate as a "help Marcia make good life choices and /not/ be bad to her ankle." Later last night I let the aleve wear off and was appalled to realize how much of 'oddly, it doesn't hurt to walk in the house' was likely directly due to it, and given the walking speed difference with or without worried I could have been doing further damage.*

https://runwalk.ovarian.org/dcmetro/Fundraising/individual/ will get you to the search page; my first name will get you to me.

Re the climate march, I know a bunch of friends will be there, and I'm glad to see there's educational parts. In one post someone commented about hoping economic aspects will be brought up, like, for example Florida real estate.

The Florida real estate part is especially compelling; I've posted about it before. But I ran across an article last night that gives me hope - there's a bipartisan caucus on climate, and it doesn't surprise me that the co-chair of the Climate Solutions Caucus is the GOP congressman who represents the Florida Keys. I'll post about this all in its own post, but I thought including something hopeful in a post about not marching might be nice :)


Edit: Also, I've just learned - the climate march has been planned since 2014 to be on the 100th day of the new administration. A useful tidbit of info.

* lots of icing late last night, slept with it up, planning on being way more slow regardless of what feels okay. A long conversation about how I seem to think my walking around on an ankle all day is a clever response to spraining it, with me realizing that spending several hours cleaning/straightening/sorting is still standing and walking, even if within the confines of one room and not measured in miles what with not using a fitbit or pedometer.

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posted by [personal profile] twistedchick at 10:40am on 2017-04-29
I have been waiting for a very, very long time for someone who is inside a more mainstream/fundamentalist Christian tradition than I am to say exactly what is said here: Christianity is not about a personal relationship with Jesus. It is about community. And it pegs, exactly, the reason the 'personal relationship' model backfires -- there is far too much temptation to make One's Own Personal Jesus over in one's own image, complete with prejudices and presumptions and, for all I know, the same food allergies.

And by the way, while we're on this subject? All those paintings of blue-eyed blond Jesus aren't of Jesus. They're Cesare Borgia. Cesare's uncle Alexander, who happened to be pope at the time, thought Cesare would be an excellent model for the artists of his day -- he fitted exactly the particular Renaissance vibe. Jesus didn't look like Cesare Borgia so much. He looked a lot more like the guys who live in Palestine and Jerusalem and Haifa now. So, all of those sentimental Victorian blond-guy paintings? Borgia fanfic.


Iowa farm cartoonist gets fired for telling the truth about Monsanto.

Jonathan Demme's career-defining movies. I love 'Something Wild' and 'Married to the Mob'.

It seems that an entitled asshat of a Wyoming Senator made some bigoted remarks about guys in tutus. Wyoming at large has responded with tutu protests, tutu socials, and tutu parties.

The NSA says it's not collecting random emails about foreign targets any more. So they say.

Let us just say that I don't find Ivanka's idea that all her advantages are disadvantages to be convincing. If she wants to talk about how to rise from nothing, let her start as a junior secretary somewhere, or a fast-food employee, struggling to live on minimum wage without benefits, and see where she goes from there. That silver spoon in her mouth has a lot of tarnish.

A hundred days of 45. And we're still here. There are climate-support marches going on all over the place today. But there are other considerations. Is the presidency for sale? And here's a report from the Brennan Center (downloadable) on official Islamophobia. Another report from the Brennan Center looks in depth at the way that crime in the US has plummeted to far lower levels than they used to have, regardless of what the 'hard on crime' guys who want to crack down now have to say.

And a thought about why Republicans are cruel to poor people, and how their deep hypocrisy on this veils a deeper problem. Which might, after all, be related to the first thing I posted up above.
posted by [syndicated profile] transgriot_feed at 08:30am on 2017-04-29

Posted by Monica Roberts

I've been here with my BTAC family focused on talking to all of my friends and the amazing leaders in the  community, so it slipped my mind that that travesty of a presidency we're enduring has now entered its 100th day.

This 'Make White America Great Again' exercise in white male fragility and mediocrity has exposed for the whole world to see just how incompetent not only Trump is, but the whole premise of conservative white male leadership.  

They have to lie, cheat and steal to accomplish anything, and Trump is a sterling example of it.  He's only in it for himself and his 1% buddies.   It also exposes to the world just how morally bankrupt conservatism is.

The cluelessness of the peeps who voted for this clown was brought home to me a few weeks ago when I was hanging out with several cis girlfriends in the Galleria area.   We were having a great time at Panera Bread enjoying each others company and minding our own business when this elderly white woman walked yup to our table and inserted herself into our conversation.

When she found out I was a blogger , she asked me my opinion of Dear Cheeto Leader, and I let her have it.

I called him the worst POTUS of my life since Nixon. decried the racism that got him elected, and pointed out Trump was not qualified for or had the temperament to be president.

And then I went back to finishing my meal and conversation with my company that included two college professors and a banker.

Yeah Bernie or Busters and Stein and Johnson voters in Wisconsin, Michigan, Pennsylvania,  Ohio and Florida, I'm still pissed at you for your November 8 decision that greased the skids for this disastrous mispresidency.

I'm even more pissed off at all you trans peeps that voted for Orange Julius.

November 3, 2020 can't get there fast enough for me
posted by [syndicated profile] transgriot_feed at 12:00am on 2017-04-29

Posted by Monica Roberts

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Thanks to all the winners who were honored at our awards gala last night.

When the sun rises in the Texas sky in a few hours, we'll be bouncing from the host hotel to take part in Black Trans Family Fun Day at the nearby Circle R Ranch in Flower Mound, TX.

It's a few hours of fun barbecue and Moni dishing out domino lessors to all who dare to cross her path.   Since these peeps are visiting my home state, I'll be nice and won't make them sign the score sheet once I'm finished giving that domino lesson.

And yeah, I still chuckle about the trash talking Syria was doing when she and her partner were at an adjacent table playing spades.

Once we return from the Circle R Ranch to the hotel, it's Black Diamond Ball time and then we'll probably be hanging out late in lobby or in our rooms as this BTAC 2017 week comes to a close. .
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posted by [personal profile] corylea at 10:02pm on 2017-04-28
I was 98% over the flu I had a couple of weeks ago, but in the past couple of days it's come roaring back.  WTF?  I spent all day today dozing in my chair and fighting a fever.  I was supposed to be OVER this!
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posted by [personal profile] twistedchick at 09:23pm on 2017-04-28
Note to self: eat more protein. It wards off the worst of the munchies -- and the drug drawdown has given me munchies that have no end. Eating protein cuts into that, and will keep me from gaining umpty pounds from eveything else.

(Yeah, my body has noticed that it's at 30 not 40 mg now, and it's saying, 'but ... but ... this isn't right, everything's not happy, go find something that's happymaking ...' And I did, =-- the music meme on Facebook.)

BTW, anyone who doesn't like people reminiscing about concerts and good times should get over themselves. Everyone has some good memory of something; we don't all share the same ones. These are ones that we do share. I refuse to be guilted by anyone for remembering good times even though Congressional Republicans and the president are being entitled asshats. What am I supposed to do, go down to the Capitol with a little 6" ruler and tell them all to measure, so they can figure out who's the big guy, and then get to work? Capitol Police would not be amused. Waste of time. I have alrady told my Senators and Congressman my views -- and they agree with me --so I have Done My Part for the Budget.

Tomorrow is the Bead Bazaar; I hope to go and find a few more small pretty handmade fun things I can hang off neck rings and make into what I think of as conversations between beads of different sources -- after having a lot of protein for breakfast and lunch, this time.
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The New Texas Giant roller coaster opened in 2011. You might correctly infer a previous Texas Giant at Six Flags Over Texas. The earlier was a wooden roller coaster that had been in the same spot for nineteen years. Then Six Flags gave it the Rocky Mountain Construction makeover, the sort of conversion from wood to steel track, and changing of layouts, that Kentucky Kingdom's Storm Chaser would later get, and that Cedar Point's Mean Streak is undergoing. It would also be the first ride with an inexplicably slow queue.

Well, the proximate cause was obvious: there was a long stretch, at least a half-hour, when they weren't sending any trains out. We just stood there, occasionally moving up because of people who gave up on the queue, mostly underneath cover. The problem was never clear. I think there was a rumor of some medical problem, presumably worse than just someone vomiting on the ride, circulating to our corner. It seemed to take forever, but we stuck it out, I suppose out of a sense that who knew if it would ever be any less bad? Having only one day to visit a park is a series of bets about what's worth queueing time.

Anyway, it is a fun ride. I felt like I could make out the former wooden coaster's tracks, and it had a lot of satisfying little hops. The trains are styled to your classic late-50s high-finned cars, complete with bull horns on the front car. The station's done to look like Your 60s Garage. Overblown? Sure, but you know? Do too much of something and it starts working again.

Now on to the real operational fiasco of the day. Six Flags Over Texas has Shock Wave, a late-70s coaster whose main gimmick is two loops, which were big things in the late 70s. To freshen it up, they've added a virtual reality component. You can choose to wear goggles that present a movie. This has made the ride, at least for now, extremely popular. We're curious about that and thought, well, why not if the lines allow ride it both ways?

The answer is that the lines don't allow. We first tried to get there and were warned we'd need to get an appointment. We got a paper good for admission to the queue between, I think it was, 6:00 and 6:45, and we found other stuff to amuse us until after 6:00. Part of this was searching for a place that served coffee, which we never found. And then the line ... oooooh, the line. Such a line.

Apparently the virtual reality part is making the ride popular. Apparently. Because whatever else it might do, the virtual reality scheme, goggles that people have to wear, is an operational disaster. We timed it at about seven minutes between unloading one train and dispatching the next. This for a ride that itself lasts two minutes. If it took more than a minute to unload and reload before the virtual reality side I will eat my goggles.

Some of this is the technology's newness. People kept returning goggles because they weren't working. Or they had to have strapping them on explained over and over. This can be reduced as the population gets experienced with the stuff. Some of this is probably inherent to the concept, though. The helmets add another thing that ride operators have to check before sending a train out. You can't just put any pair of goggles in any seat, either; each car needs its own view, lest the video and the train movements not make any sense together. Each pair of goggles has to be taken away and cleaned between uses, so it's not like one durable pair can be left hooked into the cars. (I'm not sure they really need this cleaning, but I'm not going to try arguing against wiping down something that's touched other people's hair.)

We decided to ride virtual reality-free, at least for the first ride. And here's a piece that really galls: we had to wait just as long as if we were getting on the virtual reality ride. There are a couple of train cars reserved for real-reality riders, and a lot of trains went out without them occupied. If there were a separate queue for people willing to forego the movie then great, that capacity could be used and the total queue made at least a bit less awful. But there's not, and so we waited about an hour, gradually lowering our estimate of Six Flags Over Texas's operations skills, and wondering what kind of fiasco the virtual reality component of Cedar Point's Iron Dragon is going to be.

We were able to jump over the last couple of ride cycles, thanks to the ride ops calling people from near the platform who weren't interested in virtual reality up. And the ride itself was nice, pretty good, and with a stretch that runs excitingly close to the ground. That's something that makes any ride feel faster and more trilling. Worth riding? Sure. Worth an hour-plus wait? Absolutely not.

Given the circumstances we didn't go back for a virtual reality ride. Maybe if we're ever brought to Dallas again, on a day that isn't nearly so busy, or if we can do it first thing before the queues have filled up. We'll see.

Trivia: Russia's economy grew at an average 8.8 percent between 1908 and 1914. In the last year it grew 14 percent. Source: The First World War, Hew Strachan.

Currently Reading: Rust: The Longest War, Jonathan Waldman.

April 28th, 2017

Posted by Monica Roberts

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As you loyal TransGriot readers are already aware of, been here in Dallas for the sixth annual Black Trans Advocacy Conference.    I sit on the board of BTWI and act as its media chair, so this has basically been a working vacation turned pre birthday week celebration.

And I'm enjoying every minute of it seeing my BTAC fam from around the country and increasingly, the world.

Image result for TSU board of regentsHad to step into my room for a minute and handle my Shut Up Fool business, so this is going to be a quick one in which I just announce the winner.

This week's SUF winners are a group award for the Texas Southern University Board of Regents and TSU's president .
The HBCU based in Houston extended a head scratching invitation to speak at their upcoming May 13 convocation to Sen. John Cornyn (R-TX) which is not sitting well with students and faculty on campus.

Our senior US senator is a man that is hostile to our community policy wise, has an 'F' score on the NAACP Congressional Report Card, and claimed in 2015 that racial tensions are 'phony narratives'.

And you wonder why TSU's 2017 don't want him desecrating their campus.

TSU board of regents, shut up fools!

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posted by [personal profile] bcholmes at 02:54pm on 2017-04-28

The woman was shot once in the thigh with a small entry wound but no exit wound—a stray bullet that struck her while she was walking down the street. In the trauma bay, the surgeons taped a paper clip over the entry wound so they could identify that spot on the X-ray. Goldberg wheeled the monitor over to show me the X-ray image: paper clip and bullet. “Very small,” she said, pointing to the slug, “like a .22.” As so many other patients do, the patient asked the trauma surgeons if they were going to take the bullet out, and the surgeons explained that they fix what the bullet injures, they don’t fix the bullet.

They left the wound open to prevent infection and put a dressing on it. “We’ll probably send her home tonight,” Goldberg said. “Isn’t that awful?”

She meant it as a strictly human thing. There’s no medical reason for a patient to be in a hospital longer than necessary. The point was the ridiculousness of the situation. A woman gets shot through no fault of her own, she comes to the hospital scared, and if she’s OK, Goldberg says, “It’s like, here, take a little Band-Aid.” The woman goes home, and for everyone else in the city, it’s as though the shooting never happened. It changes no policy. It motivates no law. In a perverse way, the more efficiently Goldberg does her job inside the hospital, the more invisible gun violence becomes everywhere else.

— Jason Fagone, “What Bullets Do to Bodies”

Mirrored from Under the Beret.

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posted by [personal profile] siderea at 02:39pm on 2017-04-28 under ,
[Content Advisory: Contains booze]

I just discovered, compliments of Groupon, the existence of the 1634 Meadery, up in Ipswich. How did I not know about this? Did you know about this? How long has this been there? Is this somebody I know? Has anybody tried any of their stock? Is it any good? Is it any good by Scadian standards?

This is less exciting to me now than it would have been 20 years ago, but, still, I'm amused and hopes it turns out to be a viable source. It would be nice to acquire a bottle when I felt like it, and without all the washing of glassware and standing over a hot stove and multi-month wait, so say nothing of the crying expense of honey these days. I wish them success.

In any event, Groupon has a deal on tours which includes a tasting.

ETA: And they have six varieties on the shelves of my preferred liquor store! I shall launch an expedition forthwith.

ETA2: Success! I scored a bottle of Pilgrim's Pride. Verdict: I've made better, but I've had worse. Not as Scadian-flavored as the tej they sell at Fasika, but definitely something I recognize as a proper mead and at 14.7% ABV it was clearly made in the Scadian way: as with drowning someone, you're not done until the bubbles stop coming up. This is no-saccaride-left-behind booze, and it kicks like a mule. $20 only gets you 500ml. The serving suggestions are either chilled or on ice, and I can see why. I, of course, tried it at room temperature, which at the time wa 76degF, and it has some unfortunate notes which are flashing me back to my undergrad meading days, a milder version of the tastes that caused me and my confederate to wonder if what we made was safe to drink*; those notes are probably suppressed when chilled.

* Okay, story time. My partner in crime and I got such a weird flavored result from our first batch of mead that we found ourselves wondering if we had actually managed to produce some variety of alcohol other than ethanol. Some of those are dangerous to drink, and we had no idea how any of them are made. So there we are in our dorm kitchen trying to figure out how to figure out what our little craft project consists of, chemically speaking. My collaborator is a chemistry major. I am, at this point in time, a materials science major, and say what is probably the most materials-sciency thing imaginable, something to the effect of, "If this were an metal alloy, we would be able to tell what was in it by the temperatures of its phase changes. You orgo types, do you have phase state diagrams for different alcohols vs H2O?" Now, presumably you can just go look that up off the internet; this was before the Web. She checked her textbooks, and didn't come up with anything. It being an engineering school, we then pretty much went door-to-door in the dorm asking if anybody had the reference data we needed; lots of people loaned us likely textbooks, and we pored over them, but no luck.

Now, as it happened, we were doing this on a Friday night, and, as it happened, the dorm was at that very moment holding a party on the ground floor. I don't know which one of us it was that got this bright idea: since we couldn't find the data we needed in references, we could derive it experimentally. We could take a sample of H20-C2H6O solution of known proportion – a Budweiser – and see what temperature it boiled at. My confederate had a candy thermometer. I went down to the party and grabbed a Bud.

(Note! I eventually realized that this wouldn't work, because we had two dependent variables, not one. My co-conspirator eventually realized that this wouldn't work because the candy thermometer was probably insufficiently precise to do the job. At least we only wasted a Bud.)

So there we are, in our dorm kitchen. The gallon apple cider jug which no longer holds cider and has the tell-tale U-shaped vapor lock sticking out of the cork in it is sitting on the kitchen table between my co-conspirator and I. The rest of the table is covered in textbooks all open to pages about the chemistry of ethyl alcohol. A saucepan of beer with a candy thermometer in it heats on the stove.

And the dorm Housemaster wanders in.

He's an affable gray-haired 70-something physicist, and I on no occasion before or after ever saw him on a floor of the building higher than the first. If you had told me he was no more able to climb stairs than a Dalek, I would have had no evidence to the contrary.

I am 19. My collaborator is 18. It's 1990. We freeze like two deer in a headlight.

"Are you girls studying on a Friday night? You should take a break. There's a party in the first floor lounge, you know."

And he wandered back out.

We never did figure out what was in our mead. An upperclasswoman who – perhaps crucially – was a biologist who liked to party hard, counseled us that if it didn't taste like something we wanted to drink, maybe we shouldn't be worrying so hard about whether it was something we could drink. Thus we resigned ourselves to the obvious and sadly fed it to the kitchen sink. Some weeks or months later, she actually found exactly the phase-state diagram we had needed and made me a photocopy; I may still have that piece of paper somewhere in my stuff.
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posted by [personal profile] jducoeur at 01:39pm on 2017-04-28 under , ,

Another day, another use case: I finally got around to taking Kate's and my old "Restaurants we should try" spreadsheet and turning it into a nice rich Querki Space. I've only just started to flesh out the list of places we have already been, and give them ratings, but if you're interested (or simply want a look at a typical Querki use case), you can find it here on Querki. Being Querki, it's all cross-referenced by restaurant type, neighborhood, and so on. (And I've put the Location in for most of them, so there are automatic Google Map links to show where they are.)

And if anybody would like a site like this themselves, just speak up: I haven't gotten around to turning it into an App yet, but it will only take me a minute or two to do so. Once I do so, it will be quick and easy for you to sign up and set up your own Restaurants Space. (I suspect that this is only interesting to the foodies, but we certainly have friends who like this sort of thing...)

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posted by [personal profile] mneme at 12:27pm on 2017-04-28 under , , ,
So, last night, we came home at, I dunno, 9:30 or so, turned on the hall light as we came in--and it flickered and then went out. Light was dead.

So naturally, I decided to try to change the light.

For a bit of background, we moved into our current place 14 months ago (or so), and it has 9-10.5 foot ceilings.

So...the first question was whether we had a ladder tall enough to hit the lights. It turns out that our normal 6-foot ladder, standing on the highest safe step (ie, the one made of hard plastic), I can -just- reach the ceiling, and thus have enough height to -just- change the bulb. So with bravery-aplenty, and not much forethought, I started doing just that.

The first problem I ran into was that I couldn't figure out how to remove the cover. I didn't take pictures, but our hall light consists of a metal plate, with a big glass bulb on the bottom--with no knobs, dials, or screws in evidence. Of course, I tried turning the bulb in different directions, but when I did, the whole thing twisted (against the wall). So...after much struggling (but not even -close- to the amount that happened later), I eventually had the whole lamp hanging from three wires, each spliced using plastic wire nuts. With this as my starting state, I decided (this was one of the correct decisions involved in this whole process) to just remove the lamp entirely and figure out how to remove the glass cover once it was safely on the ground, and did so -- carefully removing the huge disc of fiberglass foam that had been lodged behind/above the lamp.

Of course, [personal profile] drcpunk attempted to make sure the light switch was off (and to be sure, also that the dimmer switch was on the lowest setting, since with the bulbs out there was no way to be sure the swich was Actually Off unless we'd marked the on and off sides, which we hadn't.

As it turned out, the glass cover -was- easily removable, by twisting it counter-clockwise and lifting it (or letting it fall, when it was on the ceiling). However, since the lamp was attached to the ceiling by two screws, which were locked in place by...twisting the lamp counter-clockwise...this was no easy feat to do without dislodging it from the ceiling.

Now it was time to wire the lamp up and put it back onto the ceiling.

As it turned out, this was a bit more difficult than I might have anticipated.

First, of course, there was the matter of wiring up the three wires -- positive, negative (whichever was which; they were, strangely for the slipshot manner the entire thing was constructed, pretty well color coded), and a very clear ground wire connected to the body of the lamp and unlike the others, uninsulated. The first charged wire went fine; the second had the complication that on first touch, I could tell it was live (with one wire connected, this was noticable; presumably the circuit needed to be nearly complete for it to matter, since I wasn't about to short out the circuit by touching the charged wires as a test; I guesss I could have used a light bulb), without getting more than a tickle of electricity (thank you, self-installed dimmer switch), and got Lisa to turn off the light. After that, the second wire nut went on just fine.

But the third wire? The one that had a ceiling wire connected to the uninsulated wire from the lamp? Well, that one was a bit more complicated. It seems that that combination of wires was quite a bit shorter than the other wires, so I needed to hold the lamp up higher to screw it on, which complicated a one-handed attachment between two very unlike wires that would -not- line up, and there were several false starts and offers from [personal profile] drcpunk to "help" by providing more light (useful, mostly) and provide a book to stand on on the ladder (very much -not- useful; I did not need some way to make it more likely that I'd fall of the ladder and get seriously hurt). But eventually I was able to attach the third connection. It was now time to re-attach the lamp to the ceiling. Also, my arms were very tired.

This was where the trouble really started.

The problem was that it was impossible. The two screws the lamp twisted on to were just long enough to enter the holes, but they were in a cradle that wasn't firmly anchored on its own (although it was firmly-enough attached to the ceiling), so they'd sway and rock and slide as you tried to tactically push the lamp into them. Plus, it was super clear from how the lamp left the ceiling in the first place that those screws needed to be tighter than they started or it wouldn't stay up. I did try borrowing a mirror to see what I was doing, but this was useless; the lamp body blocked out any sight of what was going on, and the result was my arms getting even more tired but nothing getting done.

Eventually -- and I do mean eventually, it occurred to me the screw holes were plainly visible and accessible when the cover of the lamp was off and the bulbs removed. So (with a rest for a minute or so since the lamp could hang from the three wires--well, one wire, really, since the ground was so much shorter than the others, and without the glass cover on, without a -real- risk of something tearing and there being broken glass all over the floor), I got to work. This wasn't as simple as I'd hoped; there was a -lot- of screw, so it took a while to extend the screws, although I could do it by hand, and once I'd done so, one of them went through (and was able to twist in place, making it -much- easier to take periodic rests without fear of something going wrong), but I think the screws were a touch too narrow for their holes; not enough not to lock, but enough that they were at slightly different angles. So I tried to find the other one to no avail for a while, with much gnashing of teeth; involving another rest, and eventually returned, extended the loose screw enough to put the lamp on that one -first-, and was then able to lock it to both.

Of course, with this much standing on a ladder with my arms over my head, I -really- needed a rest, but there was much more to do--still, I thought if we could, we should really find the electric screwdriver rather than spending many minutes turning the fully extended drivers back to the point where things were nicely locked down. Which involved looking through the tool shelf (I should really get rid of useless stuff and compact that down to a tool case plus maybe an appliance or two) fruitlessly, then a few other places we sometimes put tools, then [personal profile] drcpunk suggested it might be in one of the chair-stools we put things in when we had a housefilk, so she resolved to look in the easier one and I looked through the harder one in the corner (where it wasn't), but there were keyboard ephemera on top of the "easier" one, so [personal profile] drcpunk declined to try to figure out how to move it; eventually I finished up with the far box, opened the nearer one, and...there it was. And my arms weren't quite as tired either.

So I used the electric (it's kinda amazing how much better simple battery powered motors are at turning screws than muscle power, really; we're super good at big motions, but simple tiny motions tire us out nearly as much and we're much less efficient and fast with them) and was able to lock down the lamp nicely, put the bulbs back in (tested them, because you always test them), swapped the dead bulb that had somehow got among the live bulbs and replaced it, and put the glass cover back on, twisting it in place. All good.

At which point, the entire lamp twisted, and came loose from the ceiling again. And I saw a golden wire peeking out, indicating that the ground wire (which, you'll recall, was shorter than the others) had finally snapped under the strain.

So, -much- faster than anything else went, I removed the cover and the bulbs, tried to loosen the screw that had attached the ground wire to the lamp (and failed) and decided to just tie it to one of the loops hanging up from the base of the lamp instead (metal be metal, for ground), took cardboard lying around and made -shims-, loosened the screws on the ceiling and put the lamp on them and then tightened them again (this time all with the electric so it went fast), shimed the screw holes so the lamp wouldn't twist off them without the shims being removed,, put the bulbs back into the lamp, tested the lamp (and determined that one of the bulbs was a cfc didn't work great with the dimmer switch, flickering like mad when it was dim, so swapped it out for a cfc that was fine with our dimmer), put the glass bulb back on, and -now- were done. Only, oh, an hour and a half after I started trying to change a light bulb.
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I made the decision a while back (a few weeks) to Exercise Every Day. On days when I leave the house, it's not a problem; it's a half-mile walk to the bus stop, with a pretty steep slope for part of the distance, on top of whatever walking I'll be doing when I get off the bus, and then coming home. On days when I don't go somewhere, it's a bit more of a specific effort: our apartment complex has a gym that's down the hill from us, so I have to walk down to the gym (a nice walk, through some wild greenspace, and along a pond with ducks) and then exercise at the gym (which I do for 20 minutes, while listening to music which helps a lot), but it's not too onerous a chore.

Well, today I'm not going anywhere, but I am deliberately deciding not to exercise, because yesterday Spouse and I walked across what felt like half of Seattle, and I am SORE. I keep having to stand up and stretch, and I'm probably going to take a hot bath later. I might even walk down to the gym and make use of the hot tub down there, because OW MY MUSCLES.

This is the first day since I made my original decision when I've opted not to Do The Thing, and I do not feel at all guilty or conflicted about not Doing The Thing because OOOWWWWW.
Mood:: 'sore' sore
Music:: yardwork and air purifier
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posted by [personal profile] mrs_sweetpeach at 12:28pm on 2017-04-28 under , , ,
Late last night I learned there is a kickstarter for a film about fandom and from the sound of it, I think it could be a whole lot of fun and hopefully it will be because I just realized I pledged slightly more than half of my monthly allowance to the project. The film concerns a fictional buddy cop show called Bay City. If you're interested in backing it, or just learning more, here's a link to the kickstarter page:

If This is Wrong: A Film About Fandom.

p.s. You can tell I'm excited just by looking at that run-on sentence in the first paragraph!
location: Work
Mood:: 'excited' excited
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posted by [syndicated profile] transgriot_feed at 12:00am on 2017-04-28

Posted by Monica Roberts

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Congratulations to our new BTIPS pageant royalty in Mr. Black Transman Trenton Johnson of Dallas and Ms. Black Transwoman Tiffany Starr of Atlanta who were crowned during our pageant last night..

Hey at least we kept one of the titles in Texas.

It's Friday, Day 4 of the Black Trans Advocacy Conference, and the featured event for tonight is the Awards Gala hosted by Merrick Moses and Jade Lenore that will start at 7 PM tonight.

We also have a 12 noon press conference scheduled to discuss some issues of importance to the Black trans community along with our final day of seminars.

I'm definitely going to be interested to see who will be getting the Monica Roberts Advocacy Award that I'll be presenting tonight

Yep peeps, one of the foundation awards being presented tonight is named after me..  The other awards being presented tonight in the foundation category are the Louis Mitchell Empowerment Award, The Kortney Ryan Ziegler Awareness Award, the Kylar Broadus Equality Award and the Lawrence T. Richardson Humanitarian Award.

The Black Transmen, Inc. Man of the Year Award and the Black Transwomen, Inc. Woman of the Year Award will also be given out this evening.

There are four awards in the Community Choice category.  The Rising Star, the Trailblazers, the Ally and the Youth Leadership Awards

In the Community Advocate Category, there's the Trans Alliance, the Faith Based Alliance, Black Pride Alliance and the Black Trans International Ball/Pageant Alliance Awards

Congrats to all the award nominees and good luck to you.
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posted by [personal profile] synecdochic at 07:06am on 2017-04-28
Someone is vigorously bathing in my lap to make sure she looks lovely for her new human. :)

furiously grooming!

Barring disaster, we'll be transporting her in two weeks! And then she can get as much petting as she wants:

Thea getting lap scritches
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posted by [personal profile] marahmarie at 09:36pm on 2017-04-27 under

While there's a lot I could post about, doing so won't change much - it would just add to a sea of voices that gets tuned out - or is that "drowned out" - on the regular by the minority, a Sad! state of affairs (I'm still trying to grasp how it's even possible, but yeah, somehow it is).

But after being reminded of this (the Orangado, among other things, boasting he gave the best damn Congressional speech eva!!!1!) I recalled having something to say about that. I watched the entire thing live on TV for however long it took, maybe two hours? Four? Five? It felt that long, because I'm not someone to sit around and watch him because I want to, but because I want to know.

Unlike most people, I'm nearly incapable of misunderstanding him (see word salads that flummox the world getting tossed for yourself) if only because he talks like the neighborhood one side of my family comes from (apparently the poor linguistics jumped the dividing highway more easily than the high incomes ever will - its kinda Sad! what's happened to the other side of Jamaica, Queens) so I figured I might be doing everyone a favor by tuning in, just in case I needed to go and get what he'd said again for other people's sakes.

MM the Trump interpreter, yeah. I get word salad, yo.

So, because mostly I get it, and rarely, if ever, fail to (as awful or completely bs as what I'm "getting" might be/generally is), I wanted to hear what he had to say with my own ears, no interpreting it for me the next morning thankyouverymuch. But no need to worry about word salad: he mostly delivered a canned speech from which he never once deviated nor went off-script. Which tells us a few things:

He can follow - and perform beautifully from - a script (at least, as long as S. Bannon or S. Miller aren't writing it for him. Their speeches would fall flat no matter who delivers them, because no one - except maybe a small subset of his darkest, most extraordinarily cracked followers - wants to hear all that Grim Reaper bullshit, anyhow). Yay!

I mean his performance was lush, it was gorgeous, it would make the showiest Declaration of Independence signer blush with recognition and cry over just how damn good his delivery was. It made some of Bill Clinton's most fiery speeches look like boring little fireside chats. The head Cheeto set a high bar for himself re how to perform, then blew past it and left everyone's expectations in the dust. It was, oh God... *winces as mocking tic comes on* THE GREATEST THE BEST EVER

By contrast, nothing he's said or done in the days before or since his speech has matched a single word he said throughout it. There's only a few ways to go from here:

  • Cheetolini is blustery insincerity at its best. He can put on a show (likely for his daughter Ivanka, who likely had a huge hand in the wording of said speech), which should disabuse anyone of the notion he's incapable of thinking and acting deliberately or that he only knows how to react impulsively and without thought. He simply chooses not to think and plan his words and actions out most of the time, finding intellectual laziness vastly preferable to taking the time to learn the issues and act accordingly, from a place of both knowledge and principles. Or even, as he's so freaking fond of saying, with "heart".
  • My takeaway: He might be willfully ignorant but he's not stupid.
  • If he's impeached and eventually removed from office - as he should be - his public speaking gigs could rack up gagillions until he finally succumbs to his latest McDonald's treat - which I've got pegged as occurring no sooner than 10 years from now. Patience, peeps: I think the tears and prayers of the fundies are what's keeping him alive - it's certainly not the diet, sleep schedule, nor his stress levels.
  • He has no relationship with the truth. Saying things he doesn't mean and bloviating oh-so-sincerely on topics he doesn't give a rat's ass about might be his way of jiving, maybe so the Dems - and his daughter in particular - can never accuse him of not saying something they/she wanted to hear, though what he actually thinks and feels is almost inevitably up to the last bidder against his emotional landscape or else up to his own particular whims.

I think I might feel sorry for his daughter Ivanka. He's manipulating her as cleverly as he tries to manipulate the rest of us, but because she's his daughter there's very little she can do (the rest of us can protest, make jokes, call/write/fax Congress - she has little choice but to keep quiet or lose face by admitting she's been wrong about him - which risks losing her inheritance and winning ostracization from the entire line of Cheetolini products, which I'd imagine she'd never willingly endure).

It seems Ivanka has a very fine line to walk: she can be as honest with him in private as she wants (so she says!) but if his public decisions don't even resemble the promises he's made, there's nothing she can do except shrug and move on - or else risk the loss of all she has at stake.

Luckily for her, she can afford to lose ideological battles with her dad. As a self-employed, rich, white, cis-gendered woman, she gets to skirt 99% of the problems the rest of us can often face: racism, poverty, classism, misogynistic effects upon her career and public persona, lack of health care, lack of reasonable housing choices, lack of reasonable child care choices, lack of equal standing under the law, over-taxation - her money, skin color, and apparent sexual orientation and gender identification confers 99% of the protections she needs but would not otherwise have as a citizen of her father's increasingly racist, ableist, classist, bigoted, elitist United States.

So while her dad might pander to her in private and has done so publicly with one grab-ya-by-the-collar-and-shake-ya-around Congressional speech which I think he made mostly to allay her fears, he doesn't mean it, so he shouldn't brag because it was a performance, and that is all.

You can't unbullshit a bullshitter - that's the reality all of us, including Ivanka, will just have to deal with.

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posted by [personal profile] austin_dern at 12:10am on 2017-04-28 under , ,

What have you seen on my humor blog if it's part of your RSS existence or if you have its LiveJournal or now Dreamwidth feeds on your Friends page? This stuff:

And now let me close up Pinburgh Saturday with mostly backglass art.


Lower playfield of Williams's 1981 Barracora, the body-horror game that will haunt your dreams. The story is that the game was to be called Barracuda but the President of Williams didn't like that association. Note the drop targets match up, as tradition, one target per letter of the name Barracora, except for the 'RR' target on the left side. The story there is that when the Gordian knot of how to match the game title with the number of drop targets was finally settled this way designers said if they'd known they could double up letters like that it would have solved so many problems. (In that time the table layout and the theme were developed often with little cross-talk or planning.)


Yeah, so here's that picture you wanted of the G I Joe team's Lady Jaye riding a bucking pink robot space horse. And the company that'll bring it to you is Gottleib in 1979.


Yeah, so here's that picture you wanted of the the cheery, dopey, plotless days before renewing yourself in the fires of Carousel. And the company that'll bring it to you is Williams in 1979.


Meanwhile from our friends Recel, in Spain: 1977's Space Race. Fine cheery scene that makes you ask: that guy in the center, behind the fallen woman. Is he wearing flesh-colored pants or does he have a long pouch adhering to his naked thigh? Before you say this is obvious remember that it was the 70s and this is a science fiction theme.


Williams's 1979 Stellar Wars reminds us all that we don't have to have an official license to have a good time.


Yeah, so here's that picture you wanted of a shiny silver-mirrory winged centauress mooning the Hal 9000. And the backglass that'll bring it to you? Stern's 1978 Lectronamo.


Another attempted panoramic shot of the banner on the convention center's underpass for the ReplayFX Arcade and Gaming Festival. On the far right is one of the Attack From Mars aliens, just past the big old-fashioned style pop bumper.

Trivia: When the Cincinnati American Association team (we'd call them the Red Sox) moved to their new field in 1882 (and where they'd stay to 1870) a local sportswriter admitted the new location had flooded that spring, but prior to that, not since 1852. It flooded again the following February. Source: Level Playing Fields: How The Groundskeeping Murphy Brothers Shaped Baseball, Peter Morris.

Currently Reading: Rust: The Longest War, Jonathan Waldman.

PS: Reading the Comics, April 22, 2017: Thought There'd Be Some More Last Week Edition but hey, Thursdays, why not one of these?

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posted by [personal profile] twistedchick at 10:02pm on 2017-04-27
New Orleans takes down Confederate monuments; Alabama refuses to.

This is a totally fucked up, regressive ruling, and I hope it gets kicked to the curb somehow fast.

Florida continues to try to keep people from voting.

We could learn a lot from Jane Addams.

Why poverty is like a disease: it gets into people's heads and bodies and makes changes.

How Trump gave up on the Wall. And thoughts on his unintelligible presidency.

Did humans arrive on this continent 100,000 years earlier than expected? Well, whythehell not? Trump wasn't here to keep them out then. I see no reason not to think it. There's a book I read a few years ago, 'Bones', (don't recall the author) about outliers in anthropology that didn't fit the current theories -- like the idea (supported by indigenous stories throughout Central and South America) that when it got cold up here with glaciers, people moved south and lived there for a while, and then came back.

Missouri has a stupid new law: kids in grade school who fight could end up in jail with a felony.

See that bus coming? Looks like Paul Ryan will be under it.

Johnny Depp. Captain Jack Sparrow visits the Disneyland Pirates of the Caribbean ride. In character.

I absolutely adore the Irish Pagan Federation. Long may they reign. Long may they honor the gods.
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posted by [staff profile] karzilla in [site community profile] dw_maintenance at 03:03pm on 2017-04-27
We are planning to do a code push late this weekend, at approximately 8pm PDT / 11pm EDT / 3am UTC on Sunday, Apr 30 (or May 1 for you transatlantic types.).

I don't have a list of changes for you yet, but most will fall into the following categories: things users have complained about to support volunteers, things support volunteers have complained about to developers, things [staff profile] denise has complained about not working the way she expects them to (and as we all know, The Boss is Always Right), and things that were printing warnings over and over in the production server logs, making it hard to spot when less frequent, more urgent errors were being printed. Oh, and also all the unused code I ripped out at the roots, which if you notice that, I did it wrong.

To sum up: we are rolling out a bunch of requested changes, so thank you all for your feedback!

If you're new to Dreamwidth and interested in tracking our development process, our commit logs are published to [site community profile] changelog and [community profile] changelog_digest, and every month or so, one of our volunteers will translate those often-cryptic entries into witty, informative code tours! The most recent one was published on April 1, so we're about due for a new one. Hint, hint.

We'll update here again to let you know when the code push is imminent!
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posted by [personal profile] filkerdave at 03:45pm on 2017-04-27 under

I get more interest in my ham radio pictures on Instagram than I do in the ones about drinks.

Who'd'a thunk that people more more interested in geekiness than booze?
Music:: Morcheeba, "Be Yourself"
location: Uniondale, NY
Mood:: 'amused' amused
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I have two tickets to see a Melissa Etheridge concert tonight in Lexington, but I can't use them because my @#$% flu is back.

Want to go see Melissa Etheridge? I don't need money for the tickets; I'd just like them not to go to waste.

The tickets are electronic print-it-yourself tickets, so you don't need to come pick them up; I can just e-mail them to you.

The concert is TONIGHT at 7:30 in Lexington, MA, at Cary Hall, which is on Mass Ave.; there's lots of parking nearby.

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posted by [personal profile] jbsegal at 02:30pm on 2017-04-27 under , , ,
... when you walk out the door, see the other side of the street empty for street sweeping and your heart sinks because you think you parked not-your-car there and now it's gone, but you have to get to something else so you don't have time to stop and think about it. And then on the way to that something else you lose your keys, so you go walking back and forth between home and Davis scanning for your keys (and not pausing to look for the car because of course it's been towed...) and HAPPILY you manage to find your keys, which someone picked up and brought in to their office, which wasn't the office you were going to, but then you have to go to work - half an hour later than planned - and then you have to tell the owners of the car what's up, because you need the license plate number to check on its status, and of course that conversation is no fun "Your car? Either towed or stolen. What's your lic. plate number?"
And you get the number, and you call the local tow-mafia and... they don't have the car. "You should call the cops and ask them." and you do, and they don't, either.
So you start tagging people around you to try to look on nearby side streets, because maybe you're just too tired and stupid to ACTUALLY remember where you parked?, and one of those very kind people manages to find the car, around the corner from where you thought you'd left it and it's safe and sound and suddenly ALL the stress can leave your body, and you collapse?

Yeah, me neither...
location: Work
Mood:: 'thankful' thankful

Posted by Monica Roberts

Pride Houston, Inc.
As y'all loyal TransGriot readers know, I'm 262 miles north on the other end of I-45 for the Black Trans Advocacy Conference handling my BTWI board and conference related business.

This was planned before I agreed to run for Houston Pride Parade female Grand Marshal.  What I didn't anticipate was all the subsequent political mess of this current 85th Texas Legislative session causing me to spend more time where I was needed in Austin.

Tonight at Pearl Bar is the 2017 Houston Pride Kickoff Party that starts at 7:30 PM, and the pride Grand marshals will be announced during it.

I'm poised to make a little Houston Pride parade history if they call my name for female Grand Marshal.  I would be only the third African American woman after the Rev. Carolyn Mobley (1993) and Fran Watson (2016), the third trans feminine one after Phyllis Frye (2006) and Jenifer Rene Pool (2012) and the first Black trans feminine one ever.

If they call Lou Weaver's name as the male grand marshal, he would not only become the first ever trans masculine grand marshal, we would make history together as the first out pair of trans grand marshals serving together at a pride parade in the same parade year.

If it happens, yay moi and yay Lou and y'all have some drinks for me.

TransGriot Update:  Lou made Houston Pride parade history, but I didn't  
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posted by [personal profile] twistedchick at 12:29pm on 2017-04-27
It's weird. I know that a lot of it is the effect of the prednisone on emotional balance -- it's either euphoria or the opposite, and at this point it's the good stuff -- but it feels as if the cosmic timing is working. Most of the time, what needs to happen, happens; the people I need to contact are there; stuff is working. And it feels good when that's going on. I'm not plowing uphill against inner resistance.

Doesn't mean I won't be doing that in a couple of weeks or so. I'm giving notice now that I expect to be more than a bit bitchy toward the end of June. But that's a while away. And it might not be as bad as last year, when I had no notion what to expect.

Still waking up absurdly early -- I haven't been awake that far before dawn since elementary school days, when I had to be outside, fed and washed and clothed and waiting for the school bus before 7:30, or when I did factory work and had to get up at 4:30 to drive 20 miles to do a 9-hour shift, get home and fall in bed exhausted at 7:30 p. m. Still, waking up before the birds is weird. I am used to them waking me; I listen for them, for which ones are calling when. Can't identify them all, but some are familiar. Wake up early enough, and the Beltway is nearly silent -- which really only happens during snowstorms or ice storms. Who knew it happened at 2 a.m. also? No trucks cranking their gearshifts and brakes on the turns, grinding gears so the sound bounces off the barriers and over the top.
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posted by [personal profile] gale_storm at 05:04pm on 2017-04-27 under

Really, this is strange. I've now tried to call someone from my iPhone in the middle of the night. But I didn't. Really, I didn't, but now it's been done twice, just last night being the second. Now I'm wondering whether Little Miss Moxie Pinknose has anything at all to do with it.

And, no, I only refer to The Cat by that name in joking terms, such as here:

Oh! I'm up and so is CF or TC or CP or whichever acronym she chooses to be today. So, she's kind of like David Bowie but with lots of wild howling and earflaps.

Mood:: 'anxious' anxious

Posted by Monica Roberts

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We're passing the halfway mark of the BTAC 2017 conference, and in addition to yours truly doing my part to ensure it is an informative and enjoyable conference for all our attendees, I am enjoying my extended birthday week celebration.

It is my fave conference, and increasingly we have people attending from different parts of the world. Our brother Neish is back from Jamaica, Dora is repping Brazil, and Neo is repping The Congo.

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That perspective is important for those of us African descended people who grew up here in the States, and helps give us visual evidence and proof that we are part of the African Diaspora.

One of the other things that takes place during BTAC 2017 that is important is all the networking and information sharing that happens in conversations large and small.

We have two more days of panels, with today's panels being focused on health and wellness issues

The other thing that is also important when we gather at BTAC is seeing old friends, meeting new ones from around the country and the world, and just getting to know people on a personal level you may have only regular connections with previously via Facebook or other social media.

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There's also meetings with people from other organizations who wish to seriously engage with our Black trans community as we are gathered here in Dallas, and me handling my business as BTAC's Media Chair.

My BTAC siblings, like myself are taking time to have some fun.  It's not all serious business.  BTAC is at a basic level, a big family reunion and one of the few Afrocentric trans themed conferences in the US.

It's a time where I get to laugh and get loved on by my trans fam that looks like me and shares my ethnic background.

When you have a bunch of Black trans women gathered at a conference, it's gonna be a fashion show.  Mama Moni is damned sure ready and able to handle her fashion business in that department with several days of clothes and three pairs of shoes in her two suitcases.

I'm also enjoying the fact that in addition the record attendance we are having this year, we have a large contingent of trans women to go along with our trans brothers.   We also have a lot of first time BTAC attendees this year, and it makes me pleased and proud to see this happening.

You can keep up with the BTAC happenings at the #BTAC2017 hashtag.   We also have people doing Facebook Live events and I'm tweeting at my TransGriot Twitter handle when I'm not taking part in an event..

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posted by [personal profile] cellio at 09:01am on 2017-04-27 under

A mishna (a couple pages back) taught: if one sells fruit to another, the buyer must accept a certain amount of refuse (a quarter of a kab for every se'ah; I think this is about 10%). If he sold figs, the buyer must accept ten wormy ones for every hundred, and if he sold a cellar of wine the buyer must accept ten pungent casks for every hundred. On today's daf the g'mara discusses the wine cellar -- what case is this? If it is when the seller says "I sell you a cellar of wine" we have a problem, and if it is when he says "I sell you this cellar of wine", we also have a problem. According to a baraita (an oral teaching contemporary with the mishna), if he says "a cellar", he must sell a cellar all of which is good (since the seller gets to choose the cellar). If he said "this cellar" it means the identified cellar, even if all the wine is bad. Either way, it doesn't match our mishna -- so now what? After discussion, I think the g'mara concludes that the baraita is talking about a case where they specified wine "for a dish", meaning good wine that will be used over time (and so has to last a while), while the mishna is just talking about the ordinary case of buying a lot of wine, some of which -- like fruit -- you know is not going to be good. (But it's a little hard to follow and you should consult your rabbi before buying or selling a wine cellar.) (93b mishna, 95a-b g'mara)

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posted by [personal profile] gale_storm at 05:57pm on 2017-04-28 under
Watch it, kid. Next, she'll expect you to bathe yourself. Yeah, just watch the cat. Watch in horror.

What is it in me that wants to put the word 'horror' in dark red in a bloody drippy font? I'll leave that to you, deer reader. Yeah yeah, I was supposed to address you as 'Dear Reader,' but it seems that Vincent Price stepped into my mind just then.


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April 27th, 2017
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posted by [personal profile] twistedchick at 07:30am on 2017-04-27
All the Disney movies to come through 2020. You're welcome. :)

10 wild true tales from Studio 54.

Managing editor at a clickbait factory -- how your internet gets filled with those stories.

And Ajit Pai on why he's trying to change the way the FCC regulates the net.

The significance of what's really going on when Ivanka fakes Adrienne Vittadini labels on her clothes -- Vittadini was a Cold War Hungarian refugee, among other things. Just the kind of person Trump wants not to come here.

A museum for failures -- to encourage people to try things and fail more. And why not? That's how we learn stuff.

Fox News should learn to fail less. Now they're facing a racial discrimination lawsuit, along with their sexual lawsuit troubles. Old journalism truism: the news organization should not be in the news.

This is what it is to live in third-world Flint, Michigan, now. Post-industrial doesn't even start to describe it.

Advice to young women from women who are entrepreneurs. Not fond of the original title of this --'female entrepreneurs' sounds like someone trying to do drag for money.

Scientists have found a worm that eats plastic.

Trump family values.

At Yale, psychiatritist cite their duty to warn about an unfit president -- discarding the long-held precept of not analyzing people they haven't met in person because he's there, all the time, in the news, lying his head off.

Social media trying to prevent suicide.

"I was tired of conversations about race being framed in black and white, so I started my own conversation."

If you stop thinking you have the answers already, your questions are more powerful.

Dispatches from suburbia -- the important thing is that you're not white. This is where I live. And while not arguing with this viewpoint, I need to mention that being caucasian in this county is being a minority. The small cities here -- Wheaton and Silver Spring near me, for instance -- are vibrantly and wildly diverse, in terms of people from many nations and cultures. Yes, this needs to be represented more in local organizations -- but that's up to the people themselves, to support or create new ones that include Hispanic/Central American/South American, Asian, Jewish (largest Conservative community outside NYC), African, black and European-ancestry people. We all live here, on the same streets. This is the world in my neighborhood.
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posted by [personal profile] synecdochic at 05:06am on 2017-04-27
We have found a possible home for Thea and, although it's not definite, it's pretty likely and it looks like it will work out WONDERFULLY for everyone involved. \o/
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posted by [syndicated profile] transgriot_feed at 12:00am on 2017-04-27

Posted by Monica Roberts

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It's Day 3 of the Black Trans Advocacy Conference, after an amazing TransManifest Live!  talent show last night and a substantive Black Trans Community Summit conversation .

And as you probably guessed, I was busy with a Black Trans Summit panel discussion and a 'Beyond SB 6' one in conjunction with Trans United Fund.

I also read two of my poems during TransManifest Live!

This year's BTAC keynote luncheon will feature our 2017 speakers Vann Millhouse and Dee Dee Watters at 12 noon CDT.

We will also have our State of the Black Trans Union  town hall conversation at 2 PM.

The featured evening event will be the Mr. and Miss Black Trans International Pageant which for the first time will feature regional winners from different parts of the country competing for the title.

The pageant will take place starting at 8 PM
posted by [syndicated profile] transgriot_feed at 08:00pm on 2017-04-26

Posted by Monica Roberts

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An MKR Poem

Texas GOP
Why you hatin' on trans me?
Wasting valuable legislative time
Trying the pass an unjust HB 2899

Is it because you wanna be?
Oppressors like your grandpappy?
Because you want to dictate to me
The bathroom that I get to poop and pee?

What up with that Texas GOP?
Wanting to secure a primary election victory
By attacking my humanity
That don't sit too well with me

The Texas Trans community
Just wants the opportunity
To be fabulous and free
And that sentiment is expressed unanimously

So I'll fight you incessantly
To kill this legislative insanity
Until you back up off my community
And let us be

So to Austin I'll zoom
And sit for hours in a hearing room
So it's way past time
To kill HB 2899
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While there was much we didn't research about the history of Six Flags Over Texas before we visited --- I failed to check the credits of The Banana Splits and Liddsville to see if there were any sites we might recognize --- there were some things we couldn't help knowing. One was that their carousel is historic. The Silver Star Carousel, now located just past the entrance of the park, was the last carousel built by the renowned William Dentzel.

It's a handsome carousel of course, and it's got two dragon-bearing chariots. Despite its prominent and elevated location it's hard to see. The park has set up a performance stage in front of the carousel, for one. There were shows going on several times through the day, and the ride would close early for the evening concert. But the backdrop for it covers the front of the ride.

As for the ride, well, you know the part where a carousel's accelerated to some speed and it turns around a while? They don't do that so much. It's horribly slow. I didn't time it since I didn't realize it had got up to full speed; I'd estimate it's running something like two rotation per minute. Certainly not more than three. How's somebody supposed to like carousels when they're made disappointing?

The first substantial line we were on was in the Mexico section, on a trabant --- one of those spinning disc type rides --- called El Sombrero. Yes, just like you'd name if you were writing a middling Simpsons episode about a Mexico-themed amusement park. The cars and the center structure of the ride are made up so it looks like a sombrero. Yes, just like you'd do if you were writing the solid joke in a middling Simpson episode about a Mexico-themed amusement park. The ride, it turns out, dates to 1965 and apparently it's a beloved local piece. We get that. A trabant's a good ride anyway, and the theming is delightfully goofy.

The second substantial line we were on was also in the Mexico section. I think. Mexico and Spain blend together in the park, much as they do in white-American-pop-culture imaginations. At least in mine. Anyway, it was a roller coaster, the bobsled coaster La Vibora. That it's a bobsled coaster made us think of Cedar Point's defunct Disaster Transport, and when the ride ended I did quip, ``Welcome to Alaska'' like that ride was supposed to do. It also made me think of Great Adventure's Sarajevo Bobsled and Wikipedia tells me that La Vibora used to be the Sarajevo Bobsled at Six Flags Magic Mountain. (Great Adventure's Sarajevo Bobsled has since moved to Six Flags's unbranded Great Escape, in upstate New York.) As for why the name, well, bobsleds were big in the mid-80s and everybody was wowed by the 1984 Winter Olympics.

La Vibora is very stylishly painted in black, yellow, and red. The half-pipes of the ride give it a very plausible serpentine look. It was the first ride we noticed, as it was just over the fence from our parking lot. And, as I say, the line was long and took it felt like forever to get through, but we couldn't fault operations on this particularly. Bobsled coasters don't have much capacity; their trains can't be too long and can't carry all that many people at once.

Not ridden by us: El Aserradero. It's of historic import, as the first log flume in the world. But it was a busy day at the park, and it was a bright, sunny, hot day, certainly in the mid-80s. The queue for it could not have been anything but impossibly long, and we're not that enthusiastic about log flume rides.

Also not ridden, and a genuine disappointment, in the Texas section: Titan. It's their hypercoaster, 245 feet tall and looking, from photos, like a slightly taller, slightly crazier version of Cedar Point's Magnum XL-200. Apparently it's a particularly crazy ride: its Wikipedia entry says people complain about greyouts or blackouts during the ride, and the ride now heavily brakes at mid-course in order to reduce the helix's extremeness. Sounds wild, doesn't it?

Well, the ride wasn't easy to find. The only path to it, as best we could work out, was a narrow lane behind some food stands, and then down a path through the picnic pavilion. There were sawhorses put across the path and a couple park workers standing guard, turning people away. They didn't explain why Titan was closed, which is normal enough. (I think the only reason park workers will ever tell you why a ride is down is ``someone threw up and they have to clean it''.) They also didn't volunteer when the ride might be running again, which is again normal.

So why was it closed? No idea. Maybe maintenance. Maybe they didn't have enough staff this early in the season to run it, at least not at the volume they'd need for the crowd. Maybe something was going on with the picnic pavilions that needed to be fenced off and that left the roller coaster out.

While wandering around looking for access to this ride we saw a karaoke stage. They had the show slated for just about all day. I haven't seen that at parks before, but I love the idea. Good work on their parts.

We were about to get into some of the really huge waits.

Trivia: In the mid-19th century about 2.2 percent of the French population was Protestant. Four-fifths of them were concentrated in Alsace (Lutherans), in Nîmes and western Provence, and in a narrow crescent from Montpellier to La Rochelle and Poitou (Calvinists). Source: The Discovery of France: A Historical Geography, Graham Robb.

Currently Reading: Shipping Container, Craig Martin.

PS: What Do I Need To Get A B This Semester? (May 2017 Edition), my regular nagging of people to not try to do it all in one test for crying out loud.

April 26th, 2017
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posted by [personal profile] malada at 07:06pm on 2017-04-26 under
Dear congress critter...

I read with alarm how cozy you were with President Trump and his tax plan. I don't know if you remember any of the previous tax cuts to the wealthiest Americans. I do. They got a whole pile of cash and the deficit blew up.

Let me tell you something about 'trickle down' economics: it doesn't. Whatever money that the wealthy and the corporations - what are mostly owned and run by the wealthy - save by having their taxes cut *never* gets reinvested into the economy. It's used to buy back stock, invest in holding companies and spent on large luxury items for themselves. It *never* expands the economy. History has shown time and time again that giving tax breaks to the wealthy does *nothing* to help the economy grow.

It does help the deficit grow. A lot.

Oh, but you're going to give little people like me a tax cut too? I'll tell you what I told George W. Bush, "You can keep your chump change."

Do your research. History has shown again and again that cutting the taxes to the wealthy does not stimulate the economy. Look at Governor Brownback big tax cuts - now his state in mired in debt.

I hope you will study up on the subject - check your economics history - and learn from the past.

Thank you.
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posted by [personal profile] vvalkyri at 03:32pm on 2017-04-26 under , , ,
i think i may need to own this shirt
tee: neutral - because decisions are hard
In other news, the ankle continues to be interesting and changeable. 69 hours after injury it looks all bruisy and is indeed still swollen. I got a whole lot of flak on fb for OMG Have It Looked At, despite my having turned it in front of two nurses, and it supporting weight immediately. Ice and elevation helped a whole lot, enough that I thought it was a matter of the rugburn from the mat that it had hurt scary much, and then learned otherwise when I tried to walk to the car.

I've had it largely elevated since. It's more comfortable to walk on barefoot, and my biggest problem seems to be in wrapping it too tightly / tying shoes too tightly. PT looked at it today when I went back for my shoulders and figured if it was bothering me in two weeks maybe I should see about it. Else, I have exercises and stretches to do already, and intend not to end up with a weak ankle like i have in the past.

This is all somewhat related to the decisions shirt - you wouldn't believe just how long i spent dithering about different ankle braces. Eventually went with something completely different that should arrive in the mail today at some point, because that way I didn't have to pay for something other than ground shipping. I may get something else to protect it for dance and acro, because my big annoyance is that I was just getting back into acro and had had a really good and challenging day of it, only to do what should have been an easy lift and mess up the landing.

In other news, I ran across something I think is really important, and despite other people's problems with them I am growing to like Upworthy. They highlighted a recent short vid by Heineken, in which people build something together, get to know each other a little bit, and then find out that they are diametrically opposed on a particular issue, by seeing each other discuss it on video before they met. Each set decide that yes, they're willing to continue discussing this over a beer. Upworthy adds a couple links about research re changing minds with in person interaction (the article is also interesting in terms of how ad campaigns neeed to work.)

Anyway, article about Heineken's ad, and the ad embedded.



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