sofiaviolet: rear view of a woman wearing a heavily burdened tool belt (handy)
Lots of snow, but we didn't lose power. Ellie and I have spent most of the weekend cleaning the house. This included trying out our new Laundry Pod (which we got at a pretty steep discount from Fab.com for Christmas), for washing nice wool sweaters and delicates. It is pretty much a giant salad spinner with a drain hose, but it seems remarkably effective as long as you don't over-fill it with clothes. My bras and tights rejoice at the gentler handling.

I bought a lot of groceries a week ago and have been succeeding reasonably well at feeding myself. The only failures have been one under-flavored curry and a poor understanding of how fast the baby bok choy would go bad, meaning I didn't get to use it (and want to replace it before making my first attempt at at-home shabu shabu).

I have taken over the email newsletter for the local historical society.

Planning to do Mardi Gras nails for Tuesday. I have a decent collection of nail polish but I don't wear it very much. I am unskilled at painting my nails and, because I work with my hands a lot of the time, it chips quickly.

Signed up for SuperBetter. I think gamification will help me form better habits.

Hater-Free Wednesdays is a new tumblr aggregating reviews and stories about comic shops to help people find local shops that will not shit all over their gender/race/etc.

I bought a ticket for Fall Out Boy's Boston show in May! Very pleased to have them back. I'm not exactly in bandom any more - I am hardwired mono-fannish, and got into the Avengers thanks to the movie (and then I slid sideways into ALL THE MARVEL COMICS EVER, sort of, so that's a huge canon and fandom) - but I miss going to concerts.

[personal profile] stultiloquentia: Fictions and Elsewheres
Yesterday on the train I read Scientific American's special report on parallel universes. Briefly: they ain't science fiction. They're theoretical, of course, but at least some of the theories are at this point pretty darned solid and make sense of increasingly huge heaps of data.

...

Why should fandom care? Well, mostly because science is cool. But also? It means our stories are real. Quite literally. Every course of events and configuration of particles, every decision and every outcome you can possibly imagine is, in an infinite universe, occurring right now. Kurt and Blaine? Somewhere, incomprehensibly far off, they're as solid as you and I, and muddling through snowstorms and love. Somewhere slightly off to the left, they've already been married for eighty years. We'll never meet them, and nor will our descendants, because, among other problems, the multiverse is expanding faster than it's possible to travel though it. But they're out there.

They're making up stories about you.
I knew there was a reason I made an entire religion in Auriel whose cosmology says that everything is stories and god is a writer. (Well, a reason besides ego. Heh.)

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Monday, March 28th, 2011 23:22
sofiaviolet: boots with someone's feet in them (boots)
  • The Pervocracy: No and no and no and yes.
    I do this for regular sex, too. If I can say that no, we're not raw-dogging it; no, you're not sneaking it up my ass; no, you really have to stop when I say stop; then I can say "yes" to the sex itself. Limits may feel all limity, but within those limits, some fucking hot sex can happen. Without limits, you're not allowed in my house, much less my vagina.
  • IKEA Hackers: Makeup vanity for small spaces
    My bedroom isn't very large so I needed a small makeup vanity. I'm the type that likes to see all my makeup because if I don't see it, I won't use it.
  • [personal profile] commodorified: Found Goodness
    The Prophet, peace and blessing upon him, said:

    "Help your brother, whether he be an oppressor or one of the oppressed."

    Some said "O Messenger of God, we help him if he is oppressed; but how can we help him if he is an oppressor?"

    The Prophet said, "By stopping him."
  • [personal profile] sassbandit: Bandom-related articles about audio engineering and production
    So I was digging around in the archives of Mix Magazine which is a trade magazine for audio engineers, and thought some of the following articles might be of interest to bandom folks:
  • [personal profile] melannen: AWESOME!!!
    ...So the other day I did that Dinosaur Comics fanart where they have feathers?

    And Ryan North, creator of Dinosaur Comics, found out about it somehow, and he went back in the archives and has posted an alternate, scientifically accurate version of the comic starting at the beginning.
  • [personal profile] azurelunatic: WICKED PRETTY THINGS: My $0.37
    Editing my stories as I did was an act of self-erasure: sometimes necessary to survive, but not okay, never okay, merely the lesser of two evils. Pretending that the world only contains straight people is not okay. Teaching your children that the world only contains straight people is not okay. It is a denial of that-which-is, a denial of c'thia. Treating any mention of same-sex romance as inherently more sexually explicit than an equivalent action of an opposite-sex couple is not okay. Trying to pretend that the only possible ethical instance of human sexual behavior is for reproduction is not okay. Teaching your children that is not okay either.
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    Tuesday, March 15th, 2011 09:26
    sofiaviolet: Leonard P. Zakim Bunker Hill Memorial Bridge (zakim bridge)
    Much of this essay annoys me, but I want to reproduce this quote:
    But, in the digital world, you get to decide exactly who to be, where to go, and how to behave. This can be problematic if you try to create an entirely new persona (it’s a dishonest and unsustainable representation of yourself), but when wielded skillfully, it can propel the real you to new heights. Rather than create a whole new you, create the best you. Choose the traits you like about yourself, and exemplify them online. Let the less attractive qualities fall by the wayside. Place yourself in a digital environment that will allow you to flourish.

    When I focus on creating an improved digital version of me, I find those qualities actually start to carry over into my physical self.
    This is actually something I did in my offline life, parallel to beginning and sustaining my online life. I've referred to the name 'Sofia Blackthorne' (which I use in any context where my legal name is not required and where explaining myself won't be absurd) as an aspirational identity, by which I mean: I had an idea of who my ideal Me was, and I continued to develop that ideal self, and I named it so I'd have easier access to it all.

    links and stuff )

    Now to get ready for my interview. It's going to be great but I am still super-nervous, of course.

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    Friday, May 7th, 2010 23:29
    sofiaviolet: girl in purple dress carrying suitcase and walking down railroad tracks (travel)
    Ellie and I are going to Northampton tomorrow! I should go to sleep as soon as I post this.

    Daily Song (right-click): Morningwood - New York Girls

    linkety link )
    sofiaviolet: welcome to bandom - no, you're not dreaming (bandom)
    I'm so looking forward to listening to that CFOB mixtape. If anyone reading this hasn't been able to download it, I can upload it.

    Everyone and their mother has posted about Gerard's update, but here's the text again, mainly for the benefit of my mother.
    lol overinvested )

    There are still no pictures or video of Frank kissing that guy in Texas, which surprises me. I mean, I trust [livejournal.com profile] blondiusmaximus and all, but - pics or it didn't happen. Them's the rules of the internet.

    Speaking of Leathermouth. September 7th and 9th. Also known as the night before I probably start my new job, and the night before classes start. Made of win/made of fail? (I am still going. Of course.)

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