It Keeps You Runnin'

Jul. 22nd, 2017 07:54 pm
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Today my training called for me to enter and run a 5k, but since it's a billion degrees in Florida, I opted to just run the mileage on my treadmill and push my pace as much as I could. My previous 5k time from April was something like 35 minutes? I forget and I don't feel like looking for my running log, but it was 35 or 36 minutes, nothing stellar. I figure running indoors in the air conditioning, on a treadmill with no wind resistance or hills to negotiate, no clumps of slower runners to get around, I should do pretty well.

It took me like 45 minutes.

Here's my problem, though. I am almost totally certain that my Fitbit isn't accurate at miles, even when I'm running with my phone and it can get GPS. Out here the signal isn't always reliable. I assumed the treadmill would be since that's literally what it does. At the end of that run, treadmill said 3.1 miles, Fitbit said 3.49. I'm not sure if I ran 5k within a time that would be within my capabilities as Not The Fastest Runner Out There, or if with everything working in my favor, I flubbed it.

I'm not training for mileage right now anyway - I'm trying to train for speed (and apparently not gaining any, so there's that) so I'm not super concerned with distance. But in August I start training for Dopey and I am going to need reasonably accurate distances. I mean like within 1/20th of a mile. I'll be doing 48.6 miles in four days so I need to be prepared for it. I get the feeling I crapped out towards the end of my half marathon because I'd thought I was doing 10 - 12 mile long runs and the distance wasn't actually that far.

If I'm lucky it'll get cool enough to run outside in September, especially if I get up early enough. I know Fox will help me drive off miles in the truck and put out stakes at each mile point. (I take walk breaks every mile, like how there's an aid station at each mile in a real race so you slow down to drink) But for right now I'm just confused as hell about how much running I'm actually doing. Maybe I should just split the difference between the two?

In other news, Baby Sheba seems to be doing better. Fewer throw-ups and less of that strange noise. I missed a dose of cat-lax this morning but she doesn't seem to be in any distress, and I even heard her playing during the night. She still acts like she feels normal. I'm continuing to watch her, but I'm hopeful the medicine is doing its job. Also the other cats love it and think it's a treat - she's the only one who won't voluntarily lick the tube. Because, cats.

equinox

Jul. 22nd, 2017 08:32 am
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Now is the time of year when bees are wild
and eccentric. They fly fast and in cramped
loop-de-loops, dive-bomb clusters of conversants
in the bright, late-September out-of-doors.
I have found their dried husks in my clothes.

They are dervishes because they are dying,
one last sting, a warm place to squeeze
a drop of venom or of honey.
After the stroke we thought would be her last
my grandmother came back, reared back and slapped

a nurse across the face. Then she stood up,
walked outside, and lay down in the snow.
Two years later there is no other way
to say, we are waiting. She is silent, light
as an empty hive, and she is breathing.


-elizabeth alexander

blue

Jul. 22nd, 2017 08:18 am
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blue

by zeng fanzhi


is it a nightmare or a dream??

https://www.artsy.net/artwork/zeng-fanzhi-blue

A Real Hack

Jul. 20th, 2017 07:34 pm
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I finally have gotten around to setting up folders on my DA gallery, but I haven't yet scanned any rough work for the sketches folder. I may do some tonight, or just do it in the morning? I dunno, it's only 7:30 now.

Baby Sheba is having problems. She's been coughing and bringing up small amounts of clear fluid, and late last night she started making this ... ratcheting sound. I don't know what the hell else to call it. I made a quick trip into Keystone Heights for hairball remedy, hoping that's all it is. She's a short-haired cat but that doesn't preclude a hairball problem. If this doesn't get it, she'll be headed to the vet soon. For a five-pound cat she's incredibly hard to crate - last time I took her in (to be spayed) I looked like I'd fought a tornado made of razor blades. I had already dropped her off and was in line at Starbuck's before I realized I looked like I had possibly murdered someone. Actually all the blood was mine, but hey.

Also, that was when David Bowie died. Taking my cat to the vet killed David Bowie. So this time around she has the potential to take down Paul McCartney. Or Bob Dylan. None of these guys are young.

Otherwise she seems fine. Her appetite is normal, she seems a little less playful than normal but all the coughing and hacking are bound to be tiring. Her nose is cold and damp, and her gums are pink. Also she's four years old, she just got stuck with "Baby" Sheba because she's the youngest kitty. Anyway, going to try getting some of the cat-lax in her and see if that helps. Poor kitty.

I just finished a three-day Facebook blackout and found I didn't miss it at all. I'm leaving it and Messenger in place to communicate with my family but I'm so fucking done with that site. Groups makes it nice to browse my fitness groups and stuff without scrolling through the endless blather that is my news feed. I'm very glad to have broken that habit.

Other than that there isn't much going on here lately. I'm pretty happy with things being quiet - it's been entirely too exciting lately. Zox dropped a "Wizard Pack" of four straps featuring four animals and four familiar color schemes, and I did manage to get my grubby claws on one. In other Harry Potter things, I'm enjoying the hell out of My Life As A Background Slytherin. Especially this one.
 


come with me to paris

Jul. 19th, 2017 08:56 am
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read this charming picture book last night:

come with me to paris
by gloria fowler


I love the bright colors & minimal aesthetic. it's a mini journey through the city stopping at famous landmarks & favorite spots along the way. the last few pages of the book lists all of the places mentioned on the tour.

wait

Jul. 19th, 2017 08:27 am
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Wait, for now.
Distrust everything if you have to.
But trust the hours. Haven’t they
carried you everywhere, up to now?
Personal events will become interesting again.
Hair will become interesting.
Pain will become interesting.
Buds that open out of season will become interesting.
Second-hand gloves will become lovely again;
their memories are what give them
the need for other hands. The desolation
of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness
carved out of such tiny beings as we are
asks to be filled; the need
for the new love is faithfulness to the old.

Wait.
Don’t go too early.
You’re tired. But everyone’s tired.
But no one is tired enough.
Only wait a little and listen:
music of hair,
music of pain,
music of looms weaving our loves again.
Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,
most of all to hear your whole existence,
rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.


-galway kinnell

flight

Jul. 17th, 2017 08:23 am
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One light movement,

one flutter of wings

one fall of a beam.



In the plain, glorious

flight of one butterfly

in a stone church.



This earth joins

with the world

beyond the stars.


-ann egan


http://humag.co/

mother

Jul. 16th, 2017 09:47 am
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Your love was like moonlight
turning harsh things to beauty,
so that little wry souls
reflecting each other obliquely
as in cracked mirrors . . .
beheld in your luminous spirit
their own reflection,
transfigured as in a shining stream,
and loved you for what they are not.

You are less an image in my mind
than a luster
I see you in gleams
pale as star-light on a gray wall . . .
evanescent as the reflection of a white swan
shimmering in broken water.


-lola ridge

sscrewdriver

Jul. 15th, 2017 05:25 pm
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anyone know how to reach sscrewdriver?  they were on lj http://sscrewdriver.livejournal.com/ and i found them on deviant art, but neither have been updated for a long while and private messages/comments are unanswered.  i'd like to ask to have abp_meta comm on lj transfered to someone else as theyre no longer in the fandom.

a violin at dusk

Jul. 15th, 2017 09:57 am
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Stumble to silence, all you uneasy things,
That pack the day with bluster and with fret.
For here is music at each window set;
Here is a cup which drips with all the springs
That ever bud a cowslip flower; a roof
To shelter till the argent weathers break;
A candle with enough of light to make
My courage bright against each dark reproof.
A hand’s width of clear gold, unraveled out
The rosy sky, the little moon appears;
As they were splashed upon the paling red,
Vast, blurred, the village poplars lift about.
I think of young, lost things: of lilacs; tears;
I think of an old neighbor, long since dead.


-lizette woodworth reese

(no subject)

Jul. 15th, 2017 03:34 am
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can't believe i didnt see/comment on this first time around.... from a comment in the ABP_meta group...
abp-meta.livejournal.com/1279.html#t30207






really cant wait to get posting again... ten yr anniversary for last update, fifteenth for first book's first chapter.... mostly i'm slowed by pain and insomina and watching over bug when they have multiple day long seizures b/c the effing hospital thinks  temporal lobe manifestations are just people ODing on opiates or trying to get some.  Trying to finish basic website layout/server and doing some clean up on the published fics, with new chapter within yr.  thats my goal/focus.  once i get the new site software running i'll prolly take a 'break' and do a Q&A  to help readers catch up after the long hiatus.

archive.is violations?

Jul. 14th, 2017 09:03 pm
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so archive.is is copying my material, even though some of it is original and ignoring robots.txt (their faqs claim they dont have to).  pissed off doesnt even begin to describe their blatent disregard for authors, artists, copyright, personal safety, etc.

any one dealt with them before and getting stuff removed?

I Amuse Myself

Jul. 14th, 2017 06:16 pm
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A cartoon of three owls in a raincoat
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oh man, this makes me sad... not getting a negative review, but the 'cause' for it.  What are they failing to teach kids in school these days?  They're complaining about not understanding stuff  learned in effing junior high!

forums.darklordpotter.net/showthread.php

its a pastiche... in the style of ancient mesopotamian stories.  You don't have to like the style, but thats completely seperate from if the authour managed to replicate the style effectively or not  (eg: 1/5 because i dont like the style, but 4/5 for execution and adherance to original style) There is TON of repetition and their own style of prose/poetry, not to mention that  lacuna or missing fragments is a common (and honest) fearure of translations from such long dead languages ... and as a computer programmer i know that sometimes disks/drives can be damaged in such a way that bits are missing here and there.  Recovering data, from damaged disks or ancient cuniform tablets is no easy feat, and just getting some of it, enough to understand it, despite the lacuna, is a great achievement.

  • but its too hard to read because it was too stylistic and bad at it .
  • but the author failed to 'recover' the lost fic because of all thé missing parts.
  • the lacuna makes it a 'WIP' 
  • they just threw together ideas with no direction (i fucking followed the gilgamesh plot near-exactly, starting from the scorpian scene)
  • i havent read it, but don't rec it. (my favourite kind of review!).

FFS, try reading the source text, Gardner's Gilgamesh being a decent one for the unitiated i think, and which i used as a refrence for writing, along with a collected book on stories from the setting and Ishtar ones, but googlimg 'gilgamesh + text' will pop up some older versions, some which try to fill in or skip the lacuna, others use '........' to indicate lacuna etc, and some try to modernise the style, but as i was writing for someone with interest in the subject, i went with what was the closer imho reading.  Anyway, if you get Gardner's book, note the style, note the lacuna, note the footnotes about the discovery, translation and words that no one agrees the meaning for...(Dead language meta...just was was Voldemort's 'Wawu'?).  The very epic of Gilgamesh is about a man's hopeless quest for immortality (and other things, Voldie wouldnt understand really, and evidently, neither do a lot of fans who dont seem to have read anything other than badly written modern fantasy)

And i see even the fannish meta went right over their heads ::eyeroll::  like Mrs Bough being killed by an anvil after arguing about the believability of canon pairings ("[re Ron and Hermioned]" I do feel that I have dropped heavy – hints. ANVIL-sized, actually, hints, prior to this point. ). or about fanfic forming a new mythos, in which, through various incarnations, from DE orgies to Prada suits, Voldie does obtain a sort of immortality, just not the kind he was intending.  (second pargraph of fic)

I don't care if feedback is positive, negative or so-so... but back it up! 

i'd love to how, for example,if i  succeeded or even failed at pastiche etc.   But you can't make a coherent attempt at feedback that can be of any use to the author, or to potential readers, if you criticise or praise patiche (or any other style) without having a clue about what it is or what the original work was like.  Complaining about their own ignorance as my failing doesn't tell me about my writing or how to improve; it doesnt tell readers what to expect, or how to approach the fic.  It does  tell me about their ignorance and their inability to recognise/learn... i'd have thought someone interested in a fic that incorporates a mythos or culture or literary tradition etc one was unfamiliar with would, you know, do a little googling to figure it our before revealing one's ignorance to the internet. 

Is this why they expressed that they were doubtful of anything posted to livejournal... to many educated people in the journal communities?  stick with the like minded uneducated so you can appear to be, and think you are, smart, and never have to question your ignorances or biases.... (oh how much ive learned on LJ and DW, i have to make a post about that one day, a sorta general thankyou to all the, many i dont recall names of, who educated me on so many things soon as i realised shutting my mouth and listening would take me farther in understand other people and the world.)

anyway, i'm guess i'm lucky they didnt try reading the Gertrude Stein crossover pactiche; it  most likely  would have got negative stars, lol!

example from a public domain text, though i like Gardener's better....

Urshanabi arrived at the Waters of Death.
Urshanabi said to Gilgamesh:
"Hold back, Gilgamesh, take a punting pole,
but your hand must not pass over the Waters of Death ... !
Take a second, Gilgamesh, a third, and a fourth pole,
take a fifth, Gilgamesh, a sixth, and a seventh pole,
take an eighth, Gilgamesh, a ninth, and a tenth pole,
take an eleventh, Gilgamesh, and a twelfth pole!"
In twice 60 rods Gilgamesh had used up the punting poles.
Then he loosened his waist-cloth(?) for...
Gilgamesh stripped off his garment
and held it up on the mast(!) with his arms.
Utanapishtim was gazing off into the distance,
puzzling to himself he said, wondering to himself:
"Why are 'the stone things' of the boat smashed to pieces!
And why is someone not its master sailing on it?
The one who is coming is not a man of mine, ...

I keep looking but not...
I keep looking but not ...
I keep looking..."

[lines are missing here.]

Utanapishtim said to Gilgamesh:
"Why are your cheeks emaciated, your expression desolate!
Why is your heart so wretched, your features so haggard!
Why is there such sadness deep within you!
Why do you look like one who has been traveling a long distance
so that ice and heat have seared your face!
... you roam the wilderness!"

Gilgamesh spoke to Utanapishtim saying:
"Should not my cheeks be emaciated, my expression desolate!
Should my heart not be wretched, my features not haggard!
Should there not be sadness deep within me!
Should I not look like one who has been traveling a long distance,
and should ice and heat not have seared my face!
... should I not roam the wilderness)
www.ancienttexts.org/library/mesopotamian/gilgamesh/tab10.htm

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