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Middle East meets Hispanic in this epic dessert.  This?  This is why we need multiculturalism.  *DROOL, SLOBBER* 
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I think I knew what this had to be before anything else on the list.



Almost twenty years later, and this video still mesmerizes me.

Poem: "Uncertain Miracles"

Jun. 25th, 2017 04:59 pm
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This poem is spillover from the January 5, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] daisiesrockalot and [personal profile] dialecticdreamer. It also fills the "transformation" square in my 1-1-17 card for the Dark Fantasy Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by [personal profile] janetmiles. It belongs to the series Polychrome Heroics, directly following "Insha'Allah" so read that one first or this will make no sense.

WARNING: This poem contains topics that many readers may find disturbing. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. Patches and Rampart help Buraq find Haboob to use miracles to make him stop being a supervillain. This includes a manhunt, terrorist activity, Buraq getting shot, messy medical details of a serious bullet wound, flashback to prior injury, the bad guys fragging their own sniper for violating medical neutrality, taking items from a corpse as a point of positive etiquette, teleporting while injured is no fun for anyone, kidnapping Haboob and fixing him by force, when you apply miracles to a terrorist it kind of sounds like you're torturing him, and not everyone is comfortable with this, dubious consent once Haboob starts to regain some sanity, distressing inability to pray in the customary manner, but Buraq is creative with solutions and it works fine in the end, another overwhelming prayer experience ending in a faint that scares the team healer, traumatic guilt, renaming, radical forgiveness of a divinely repaired terrorist, miracles have a blest radius of extra healing, loss of homeland, austere living conditions, feeling unclean, but fortunately Buraq knows how to fix that, uncertainty, and other challenges. On the whole, however, everyone is better off in the end. Because this poem contains a major plot development in world politics, skipping it would leave a gap, even though it doesn't fall into main storylines. Please consider your tastes and headspace before deciding whether this is something you wish to read.

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Done last week (20170618Su - 24Sa)

Jun. 25th, 2017 06:46 pm
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I spent pretty much the whole work, during "working hours" anyway, working on a project that's been on my queue for years: getting my lyrics to print two-sided and ensuring that if songs occupy two pages that they span an even-odd two page spread. It's working, as of this afternoon.

There are a couple of subtleties. Notably, if you're just printing a whole bound songbook, you don't care which side of the page a one-page song goes on. If you're printing individual songs to go into a looseleaf binder, on the other hand, you need a cover sheet on the first (right-hand) page to force both pages of a two-page song onto the correct page. And of course if you're printing lyrics to go on a song's web page, you don't want the cover page. But I have it working.

I also got Father's Day calls from both of my kids, got the keys to the new house (in a little party Monday afternoon), scheduled our move out of the apartment (for Wednesday July 12th, which will give us a little time to pack), got in contact with the various utility companies, and, ... I'm not sure there was much else. That's probably enough.

I still have the persistent feeling of not getting much done, and I'm constantly appalled at how much has to be done before we can move into the new place, and how little time we have. I'm still scared about how little money we have, and worried about the amount of stuff we still have to do to the new house to make it work for our family.

Not to mention whether we'll have anything at all left after Trump and his goons get through destroying our social safety net, not to mention the planet.

And speaking of global warming, it's in the 90s this week. For Seattle, that's scorching.

Notes & links, as usual )

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1. You are on the wrong continent to play Critical Role.

2. You are not caught up on Critical Role. They're not going to roll back the story 50 episodes or so just so you can join in.

3. You are not a character in Critical Role, either.

4. Critical Role does not take place in Fallen London.

5. You do not know how to make a lightsaber. No, not even if Percy helps.

6. You cannot break through two different layers of reality (from Fallen London to the world of Critical Role, and from there to the 'real world') so you can steal the DM's notes and METAGAME. No. Stop.


The way you actually knew it was a dream: getting wifi on your phone when, and I quote, "there's no wi-fi in the Neath". Really, self? REALLY? It's getting wi-fi in Fallen London that broke your suspension of disbelief? Really?

(Then I lucid-dreamed my way into stealing the DM's notes but woke up before the actual metagaming could happen.)

Homo floresiensis

Jun. 25th, 2017 04:58 pm
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 ... has older roots than expected.  They were human, or at least hominids, but not Homo sapiens.

Sunday Yardening

Jun. 25th, 2017 04:06 pm
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Today is beautiful, cool, and breezy.

We checked the firepit after yesterday's Litha bonfire.  It had burned down almost completely, just a double handful of stubs to pick out.  Then we shoveled up the loose ash and wheeled to dump in the prairie garden. 

Round 2, I watered plants.  Then I picked up sticks in the savanna.

Round 3, I sprayed weeds.

It's getting dark now, and the fireflies are coming out, so I'm done for the night.

Half-Price Sale in Polychrome Heroics

Jun. 25th, 2017 12:51 pm
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Today is the last day of the half-price sale in Polychrome Heroics.  I've had a little activity, but so far it has centered on things not listed on the sale page.  

However, [personal profile] ng_moonmoth has a pool going with primary interest in "The Place Where the Journey Begins" and "We Are All Related," and secondary interest in "Uncertain Miracles."  If you plan to sponsor anything today, I recommend checking there first to avoid duplication.

All previously sponsored poems have been posted.

Bleah

Jun. 25th, 2017 09:54 am
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I hate mornings. Specifically, I hate waking up while I'm still tired and haven't had enough sleep

(Like now. like now.) (Like now.) (Oh yeah, I already said that. Maybe twice.)

so it's 912 now. Alarm went off about 15 minutes ago. Sleep clinic doctor says I should be in bed by 2 AM and up by 9 AM, at least for now. that's because we're trying to move my sleep cycle back from, like, 4 AM-noon to something more like midnight-8, and this is the step we're trying to take for now.
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