Pilgrimage, private life, mortality

Jan. 23rd, 2026 10:21 pm
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On a theory, I believe, of sustaining me on literature, my parents very unexpectedly presented me with my own copy of Leslie Howard's Trivial Fond Records (ed. Ronald Howard, 1982), which seems to have shipped from the UK as if the international post just worked.

Well, here we are, the 29th of July, 1940. What have we done with all the years since 1918? Armistice night in Piccadilly Circus is so vivid in the memory, it seems like last Wednesday week. What did happen to all those years – and what have we done with them? It seems we are back where we began. Anyway, there it is on the calendar, July 1940, and this war has been on for eleven months. And I am in London speaking these words, and when I am finished talking to you I shall go out of this building, past sandbags and bayonets, into streets of medieval blackness. As I hunt for the two pin-points of light that represent a taxi it will be about two a.m. here, which is nine in the evening your time, and I shan't be able to resist a thought of the dazzling glare which at that moment is lighting the sky above New York's Great White Way. I daresay there isn't an Englishman alive who is more familiar than I with Broadway at nine o'clock on a summer's evening.

lignify

Jan. 23rd, 2026 07:32 am
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lignify (LIG-nuh-fai) - v., to turn into wood or into woody tissue; to become rigid or fixed like something wooden.


Can be transitive (turn something else into wood) or intransitive (turn one/itself into wood). Biologically, this is caused by formation and deposit of lignin in cell walls, which in certain plants can happen during secondary growth. I can see this being used in a P.G. Wodehouse novel, when the butler's face lignifies as the young cad prattles on, not realizing he's given himself away. This was coined in French as lignifier, from the Latin root līgnum, wood.

---L.

New Worlds: Omphalos and Axis Mundi

Jan. 23rd, 2026 09:08 am
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When Jules Verne wrote Journey to the Center of the Earth, he was thinking in terms of a hollow planet. There's another sense in which we can think about the center of the earth, though -- a more spiritual one.

We can approach this in two dimensions. Horizontally, the center of the world can be called the omphalos, from the Greek word for "navel." The Greeks had a myth that Zeus loosed two eagles from the opposite ends of the earth which, flying at equal speed, crossed each other's paths at Delphi, thereby proving it to be the precise middle of existence. A stone sculpture there -- the original of which may now be in the museum at Delphi, or that may be a later replica -- served as a sacred object to mark the spot.

I should note in passing that this idea can also be executed on a smaller scale than the whole world. The Roman Forum contained the Umbilicus Urbis or "navel of the city," the reference point for measuring all distances to Rome; Charing Cross has served the same function for London since the nineteenth century. That's a very pragmatic purpose, but not incompatible with a spiritual dimension: the Umbilicus Urbis may also have been the above-ground portion of a subterranean site called the Mundus or "world," which was a gateway to the underworld.

Which brings us to the (sort of) vertical dimension. Axis mundi as a term was coined for astronomical purposes, but it's been extended as a catch-all for describing a widespread religious concept, which is the connection point between different spiritual realms.

An axis mundi can take any form, but a few are noteworthy for cropping up all around the globe. One of the most common is the world tree, whose roots extend into the underworld and whose branches reach into the heavens. The exact type of tree, of course, depends on the local environment: the Norse Yggdrasil, one of the most well-known examples, is usually said to be an ash (though some theorists hold out for yew), while the Maya saw theirs as a ceiba, and in northern Asia it might be a birch or a larch. Depending on how flexible you want to be with the concept, you might see as a world tree anything that connects to at least one other realm, like the oak at Dodona whose roots supposedly touched Tartarus, without a corresponding link upward.

Mountains are the other big motif. Olympus, Kailash, Qaf, and Meru are all singular and stand-out examples, but anywhere there are impressive mountains, people have tended to think of them as bridges between different spiritual realms. They more obviously connect to the heavens than the underworld, but especially if there are caves, their linkage can extend in both directions.

Approach it broadly enough, though, and an axis mundi can be basically anything vertical enough to suggest that it transcends our mortal plane. The folktale of Jack and the Beanstalk? It may not be sacred, but that beanstalk certainly carried Jack to a different realm. The Tower of Babel? God imposed linguistic differences to stop humans from building it up to the sky. Even smoke can be an ephemeral axis mundi: ancient Mesoamericans, burning the bark paper soaked with blood from their voluntary offerings, are said to have seen the smoke as forging a temporary connection to the heavens above and the deities who dwelt there.

These two concepts, omphalos and axis mundi, are not wholly separate. While the latter term can apply to anything that connects the realms, like a pillar of smoke, a really orthodox axis mundi -- the axis mundi, the fundamental point where many worlds meet -- is often conceived of as standing at the center of the universe, i.e. at the omphalos. (In a spiritual sense, if not a geographical one.) It's the nail joining them together, the pivot point around which everything turns.

And it does occasionally crop up in fiction. In Stephen King's Dark Tower series, the eponymous tower toward which Roland quests is a canonical axis mundi, linking many realities together. That actually makes the conclusion of his quest a difficult narrative challenge . . . because how do you depict the literal center of the cosmos in a way that's going to live up to its significance? (Without going into spoilers, I'll say that King provides two answers to that question. Many readers find both of them unsatisfying, but to my mind, they are just about the only way you can answer it. Neither one, of course, is a conventional denouement.)

Even without journeying to the fundamental center of creation, however, I think there's unused room for this concept in fantasy. Plenty of stories send their characters between planes of existence via some kind of gateway or portal: an arch, a ring of standing stones, or something else in that vein. I want more beanstalks! Maybe not literally a humble crop plant on steroids, but more vertical transitions, where you feel the effort of the characters climbing up or down to reach a heavenly realm, the underworld, or an alternate reality -- one that, by the climbing, is implied to exist in a certain spatial relationship with ordinary reality. Make them go on a long journey to reach that point of connection, or undergo more effort than a bit of chanting to create a structure imbued with the capacity to carry them across those boundaries.

Ironically, this is a place where science fiction sometimes winds up preserving more of a folkloric feeling than its sibling genre does. Space elevators are absolutely an axis mundi rendered in literal, mundane terms -- complete with placement at the center of the world, since the lower end of the cable would need to be near the equator for the physics to work. Mind you, a space elevator doesn't extend into the underworld (. . . not unless somebody writes that story; please do!), but as we saw above, sometimes the concept is applied to one-sided connections. It's close enough for me!

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My poem "Northern Comfort" has been accepted by Not One of Us. It was written out of my discovery over the last few years of the slaveholding history of Massachusetts literally under my feet and my more recent anger at the murderously terrified fragility of the current administration. Half my family turns out to be wound into these vanguards of American colonialism and I don't waste my time pretending that the other immigrant half bullied me into demonizing them to death. At this point I am moving past hundred-year tides and into glaciers.

I cannot promise at this stage to do anything more than admire them, but [personal profile] thisbluespirit made me a pair of personalized bingo cards.

These sisters waiting to wear their own clothes. )

Having entirely missed the existence of Winteractive these past three years, I can see that I will have to visit the Kraken Crossing before the end of March. In even more belated fashion, I have managed to go more than thirty years without seeing the 1995 BBC Pride and Prejudice partly because nearly everyone I knew in high school was fainting over it and my reactions to most expressions of romance at that time could be described as allergic and bemused, but this interview with Colin Firth has gone a long way toward convincing me that when my brain has reverted to media capability, it too should go on the list.
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A teenage boy, Ambrose, wakes up on a spaceship with no memory of how he got there. OS, the AI programmed with his mother's voice, reminds him that he's on a mission to rescue his sister, who went to Titan two years ago and sent out a distress call. And also, he has a surprise companion on a journey he thought would be solo: Kodiak, a teenage boy from the rival nation, who is ensconced in his own quarters and refuses to come out.

Ambrose, who is a typical teenager in lots of ways apart from being a genius and an astronaut, manages to coax Kodiak out and immediately starts thinking lustful thoughts about him. Kodiak, whose country is much more austere and militarized than Ambrose's, very gradually warms up to him.

And then what I thought was going to be a slow-burn gay YA romance in a science fiction setting takes a huge left turn. To be fair, it does still centrally involve a gay YA romance. But the science fiction aspect isn't just there as a cool background. It's actually a YA science fiction novel that has a romance along with a plot that goes in multiple unexpected directions, and is very moving in a way that's only possible because of the science fiction elements.

If you're a stickler for hard science fiction in which everything is definitely possible/likely, this probably has at least one too many "I don't think that's likely to work that way" moments for you. But if you'd like to read a fun and touching science fiction adventure-romance that will probably surprise you at least once, just read the book without knowing anything more.

Spoilers! )

serophobia

Jan. 22nd, 2026 07:07 am
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serophobia (ser-uh-FOH-bee-uh) - n., fear of, dislike of, or prejudice against people testing positive for a given pathogen, especially HIV.


So commonly HIV that many dictionaries give only that in their definition. Coined from sero-, combining form of serum (from Latin serum, whey) + phobia, fear of (from Ancient Greek phóbos, fear). And some day I need to dive into that whey > serum connection in more detail.

---L.
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 There's someone who is trying to raise funds for memorial services and to bury his brother who died of exposure last weekend.   I'll just say what I said on bluesky:

His family wants to do memorial services in Minneapolis and in Wisconsin where he was born and will be buried. 
 
If you've felt grief, if you've comforted people in grief, please help these folks. 
 
(My own mother died this morning. 
If you were gonna bring me a hot dish, 
please give here instead.)


https://www.gofundme.com/f/honoring-harold-lightfeather-benny-boy

Thank you.
And thank you also for sharing the info elsewhere as well if you can.

No, I'll build a cute flower border

Jan. 21st, 2026 11:39 pm
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In the midst of everything, we still have birthdays, and for [personal profile] spatch's fifty-first I took him to Porter Square Books and on the roundabout way home we collected dinner from Il Casale. It started to snow on the way back, the light salting flakes of an all-day deep-freeze. I have my fingers crossed for an Arctic explosion this weekend.



I have written another fill (AO3) for [community profile] threesentenceficathon. WERS played Dave Herlihy's "Good Trouble" (2025) and I had to get home to trace his voice to Boston's own post-punk O Positive. I wish I could call the hundred-year tides against the people who have no right to the streets of my grandparents' city. Failing that, it still matters to be alive.

Welcome to Minnesota/catch up

Jan. 21st, 2026 08:50 pm
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Well, as a local friend said recently, "In 2020, it was us against us, and we're not very good at processing that. Now it's us against them and we know how to do that."

Okay, Me stuff first:
  • I have started working part time at DreamHaven Books in Minneapolis. A longtime staffer is leaving so I'm stepping into their bookselling shoes, more or less. I'm on my second week and enjoying it so far. Stop by and see us or order online! But not on 1/23 (see below).
  • I applied for and got an invite to be a participating pro at Dragon Con in Atlanta in September. I figure that's the sort of thing I should try for now while I can handle it physically. Going with a friend and am quite looking forward to it.
  • Queen of Swords Press had a lovely first event of the year at the Lodge of Lazarus Crowe in St. Paul. Highly recommended!
  • Jennie Goloboy and I are teaching "To Market, To Market: How Professionals Look at Your Manuscriptloft.org/classes/market-market-how-professionals-look-your-manuscript-0" at the Loft Literary Center at the end of February. We have tons of good advice and pointers! Come join us if you can.
  • I have had 2 article pitches accepted and got an anthology invite so am plugging away at new projects and making progress on my novel and new stories.
Minneapolis/Twin Cities/Greater Minnesota:
  • God, where to begin? 
  • So far: one known murder; many, many kidnappings; abandoned children, animals and cars; local people brutalized, beaten, gassed, shot and threatened; our streets are empty because immigrants and people of color are afraid to be out. Today, they kidnapped a 5 year old and a 10 year old and sent them from here to Texas. The impact locally is horrific. And we're getting the couch-fucker and more fascist shock troops this very week.
  • The plus side is that as a group, we are tough, hold grudges like watching Sisu on rewind and thanks to the local disasters of 2020, are super good at organizing. Everyone I know is doing something - donating, fundraising, monitoring bus stops, patrolling, delivering food and other necessities, rescuing abandoned pets, etc., etc. Oh and hey, we're having a general strike on Friday 1/23. It's being called by organized labor and lots and lots of businesses and organizations are participating (a partial list here). Big march downtown too.
  • What can you do? Call and email your Congress critters and demand that ICE be defunded NOW - Indivisible has a good setup. Author Naomi Kritzer has a good post up at about more comprehensive ways to help, including donation links. Please do these things. We are smaller than Chicago and have more immigrants than a lot of places our size or bigger - huge multi-generational communities of resettled refugees. This is part of why we're being targeted. 
  • Speaking of Target, the protests there are pretty lit - 100s of clergy doing a sit-in at HQ, people doing sing-ins at the store, buying and returning icemelt to gum up the works and more. Ask your local Target manager to send a message to Corporate to take a stand and stop allowing ICE to hunt their own employees in their stores and use their parking lots.
  • In short, please help us. This is not sustainable and they're going to kill more people if this isn't stopped. Yes, it is real. No, Fox News is not real. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

in the midst: another passage

Jan. 21st, 2026 03:23 pm
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 After some trouble getting ahold of me, my sister has let me know that our mother died this morning.

(So maybe don't assume I remember anything I'm supposed to remember this week?)
My sister and her husband continue to be awesome in these matters. As does Juan.

OK. Gonna go have food and meds now.

National Weather Service sez

Jan. 21st, 2026 01:31 pm
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 ...EXTREME COLD WARNING IN EFFECT FROM 9 PM THURSDAY TO 11 AM CST
FRIDAY...
...EXTREME COLD WATCH NOW IN EFFECT FROM FRIDAY MORNING THROUGH
SATURDAY MORNING...

* WHAT...For the Extreme Cold Warning, dangerously cold wind chills
  of 35 to 45 below expected. For the Extreme Cold Watch, dangerously
  cold wind chills as low as 35 below possible.

* WHERE...Portions of central, east central, south central,
  southeast, southwest, and west central Minnesota and northwest and
  west central Wisconsin.

* WHEN...For the Extreme Cold Warning, from 9 PM Thursday to 11 AM
  CST Friday. For the Extreme Cold Watch, from Friday morning through
  Saturday morning.

* IMPACTS...The dangerously cold wind chills as low as 45 below zero
  could cause frostbite on exposed skin in as little as 10 minutes.

And where is this for?

URGENT - WEATHER MESSAGE
National Weather Service Twin Cities/Chanhassen MN
1202 PM CST Wed Jan 21 2026

MNZ051>070-073>078-082>085-091>093-WIZ014>016-023>028-220615-
/O.NEW.KMPX.EC.W.0001.260123T0300Z-260123T1700Z/
/O.EXT.KMPX.EC.A.0001.260123T1700Z-260124T1800Z/
Sherburne-Isanti-Chisago-Lac Qui Parle-Swift-Chippewa-Kandiyohi-
Meeker-Wright-Hennepin-Anoka-Ramsey-Washington-Yellow Medicine-
Renville-McLeod-Sibley-Carver-Scott-Dakota-Redwood-Brown-Nicollet-
Le Sueur-Rice-Goodhue-Watonwan-Blue Earth-Waseca-Steele-Martin-
Faribault-Freeborn-Polk-Barron-Rusk-St. Croix-Pierce-Dunn-Pepin-
Chippewa-Eau Claire-
Including the cities of Chippewa Falls, St Peter, Mankato,
Stillwater, Victoria, Hudson, Fairmont, Blue Earth, Hutchinson,
Olivia, Faribault, Gaylord, Waseca, Owatonna, Benson, Madison, Elk
River, Redwood Falls, New Ulm, Cambridge, River Falls, St Paul,
Minneapolis, Menomonie, Shakopee, Red Wing, Durand, Blaine,
Chanhassen, St James, Center City, Litchfield, Monticello, Osceola,
Montevideo, Granite Falls, Albert Lea, Willmar, Hastings, Rice Lake,
Eau Claire, Ladysmith, Le Sueur, and Chaska

And what do we do?

PRECAUTIONARY/PREPAREDNESS ACTIONS...

Dress in layers including a hat, face mask, and gloves if you must go
outside.

Keep pets indoors as much as possible.

Which mostly means "Keep yer ass indoors! You, and your little dog too!"
And also means "Look after each other. We keep us safe."  OK? OK then.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to finish the bag for the supply depot and start on one for Pow Wow Grounds.

 What's the weather going to be doing where you are? And how are the people in your neighborhood?

uranomania

Jan. 21st, 2026 07:12 am
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uranomania (yoor-uh-no-MAY-nee-uh) - n., the delusion that one is of divine or celestial origin.


Or more straightwardly, that one is a god. Caligula was not the only Roman emperor to demand he be worshiped as a god, but he isthe best-known one. It's true, as Carl Sagan reminded us, that “we are made of star-stuff,” but this is taking things too far. Coined from Ancient Greek roots urano-, heavens + -mania, fixation.

---L.

Does everybody know he's a ghost?

Jan. 20th, 2026 05:20 pm
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In an all-time record for my minimal presence in fandom, I am now participating in my third year of [community profile] threesentenceficathon. I have written four fills to date and taken the rare step of transferring all of them to AO3. Once again all selections are obviously me.

farouche

Jan. 20th, 2026 08:02 am
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farouche (fa-ROOSH) - adj., shy and socially awkward, unsociable; disorderly in appearance or behavior, wild; outrageous, extreme.


Taken in the 1760s from French (though there the meaning is more the first and somewhat the second sense), from Old French word foroche, wild/untamed, alteration of forasche, from Late Latin forasticus, living outside, from Latin foras, outdoors. So the core image is someone who has lived outdoors away from, and so not used to, people.

---L.
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My plans to sleep out a recovery from Arisia were somewhat complicated by the move-in of the new upstairs neighbors and the resonating chamber of feet and furniture our bedroom immediately downstairs of this process necessarily turned into, but the snow remains beautifully fallen and is not even supposed to rain back into immediate slush or, worse, spring.

I am re-reading Kathryn M. Drennan's To Dream in the City of Sorrows (1997) for the first time since it came out and had completely forgotten the introduction by J. Michael Straczynski in which he designates it the first fully canonical novel in the Babylon 5 tie-in line. Despite the volumes of Harlan Ellison I was tracking down in used book stores and reading at the time—his credit as creative consultant was a point in the show's favor—it was not until years later that I caught since how much of his nonfiction voice had been adopted by JMS. "How difficult a task was this? Job would've packed it in, Hercules would've retired, and Orpheus would've decided that his days spent in Hades weren't really that bad."

The Post-Meridian Radio Players have now opened auditions for their spring show: Jeeves & Wooster: Hijinks and Shenanigans. I am seriously considering throwing myself on a slot for the genderswapped adaptation. It would be something of an exercise if I went for it; most of my performance skills do not translate into straight acting and I am frankly missing the facility with accents specified in the sides or I'd be able to code-switch out of being asked all the time where mine's really from. There was an intrusion here from Tiny Wittgenstein which has since been deleted. But even if it's just the hangover from Arisia, I have not auditioned for anything since 2019 and so long as I could decouple the experience from actually landing a part, it suddenly looked as though it might be fun.

Indeed, I had never heard of hickory oil. I am not however thrilled by the prospect of trading off maple syrup.
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Tonight after my second and last panel of the convention, I was told by one audience member that they would listen to me read the phone book because even under those circumstances they would learn something interesting and Tiny Wittgenstein was definitely confused.

The panels went chaotically well. "Cursed Literature" lived up to its name by losing two panelists before the con even started, but in practice it turned into a freewheeling discussion less of literature in particular than the concepts of hazardous information, the spellmaking of language, and narratives as contagion, which gave me an excuse to boost Emeric Pressburger's The Glass Pearls (1966), An-sky's Jewish Ethnographic Program of 1912–14, and Aramaic incantation bowls plus the inevitable M. R. James. "SFF on Stage" had a supersaturation of panelists mostly from the performing arts and could have gone an extra hour at least as we started with the inherently liminal nature of theater and bounced around through all the ways that the speculative can be invoked on stage through conceits, stagecraft, scoring, nothing but the contract that reality changes because the actor says it does. I went all in on twentieth-century opera and weird technically realist plays and discovered that there has actually not been another production of Jewelle Gomez's Bones & Ash: A Gilda Story since the one I saw with my grandparents in 1996. As always, members of the audience asked such good questions that they should have been on the panels to start.

I have been asked multiple times if I will be around for the last day of Arisia and since I have no further programming the odds are unfortunately good that I will be flat in bed, but at the moment I regret nothing. I saw a [personal profile] genarti! I saw a [personal profile] skygiants! I failed to write down the names of a pair of extraordinarily well-dressed attendees who wanted to talk about Jewish folk magic and were thrilled that I recognized their Babylon 5 tie-in novels! [personal profile] nineweaving and I shared a panel for the first time since virtual 2021! I did not make it back to the dealer's room before it closed and instead sort of keeled over in the disused cosplay repair area with [personal profile] choco_frosh and presently a friend of his who is unlikely to be on DW, since this time around people were giving me their contact information on Instagram and I felt as though I should have business cards printed on papyrus scraps. I had genuinely not been sure how this experiment in professional interaction would go. It is snowing as busily as a real winter in New England and without begrudging a second of this vanishing season, I am looking forward to Readercon.

Fairy Cat, by Hisa Takano

Jan. 18th, 2026 09:54 am
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One rainy day Kanade, a high school student, finds a mouse-sized cat in his room. It's a fairy cat or "palm-sized cat!" They are elusive magical creatures which sometimes adopt humans, but mostly behave like ordinary cats. Only extra-tiny!

That's about it for the plot. What this manga is actually about is showing an incredibly adorable tiny cat being an incredibly adorable tiny cat. It's an incredibly adorable manga. Proof:

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I may feel like a dishrag, but if so it's a dishrag who had a wonderful time returning to Arisia after six years, even if the ziggurat on the Charles is still a dreadful place to hold a convention. For the Dramatic Readings from the Ig Nobel Prizes, I performed selections from W. C. Meecham and H. G. Smith's "Effects of Jet Aircraft on Mental Hospital Admissions" (British Journal of Audiology, 1977) with what I hope was an appropriately haggard channeling of my sleepless night and Leonie Cornips' "The semiotic repertoire of dairy cows" (Language in Society, 2024) with what I hope was an appropriately technical rendition of cow noises. I heard papers on the proper techniques of nose-blowing, whether snakes dress to the left or the right, the sexual correlations of apples. It feels impossible, but it must have been my first time onstage since onset of pandemic. Readers who overstayed their allotted two minutes were surrounded by a chorus of bananas.

I had forgotten how much socializing my attendance of conventions used to entail. I turned the corner for registration and immediately spotted a [personal profile] nineweaving, followed in close succession by a [personal profile] choco_frosh, [personal profile] a_reasonable_man, and a [personal profile] sorcyress. I was talking to the latter in the coat check when Gillian Daniels came in and now I have a zine-printed copy of the second edition of her chapbook Eat the Children (2019/2026). I had not lengthy enough catch-up conversations with [personal profile] awhyzip and [personal profile] rinue and am now in possession of a signed copy of Nothing in the Basement (2025). I brought water with me and kept forgetting to duck outside to drink it. Dean gave me a ride home afterward and commented on my tired look, which was fair: six, seven years ago I could sprint through programming even after a night of anaphylaxis or a subluxed jaw and these days there's a lot less tolerance in the system. It seemed to be a common refrain. If I have fun and don't take home any viral infections from this weekend, it'll be a win.

Tomorrow, panels.

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Jan. 17th, 2026 03:11 pm
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What a week, up and down the whole time. I hope I don't have the flu because I'm supposed to be starting painting classes tomorrow.

I unfortunately have to ask for money again; here's the gofundme campaign.
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