Sunday, February 19th, 2017 10:03 pm
Status: Clock had its lower-torso front/back/front and then one front nearly completed up to the shoulder. You may note the past tense: undone because the armhole drop is significantly taller than the distance from lower armhole edge to bottom hem. Swatching beforehand means nothing when the pattern is that distorted, grr. Separately, I need to seam my mother's slippers' ...whatever one calls the segment from heel to low ankle/cuff. I've also begun Reason's requested legwarmers, then rebegun them twice to adjust the size. The pattern's for an adult leg, and it's great---easy to remember, even for me, who leans heavily upon a printout or a scratch sheet's tally marks most of the time.

Okay. tl;dr I hadn't considered necklines' interaction with armholes/armscyes till Ivar failed. Let's clear the decks of prior assumptions, now that 2.Naima has looked okay on me yet fit poorly (too tight two ways near armscye despite mods) and partial Ivar has fit me but looked terrible (v-neck too low and wider than intended by pattern, due to shoulder-induced splay, despite mods). In fact, let's think like a tester and isolate factors to rule some out. To keep the post from choking the internet, I've left example links out---feel free to request them for anything below.

Read more... )

tl;dr We're up to eight me-made tops I've been too big for, despite modifications and increasingly informed garment-size decisions. It is irritating and frankly ridiculous that people of many ethnicities and body shapes have told me all my life that I'm small. I'm bony, yeah, and I was a coltish adolescent (all bumps and angles), but were I small, THIS PROBLEM WOULD NOT EXIST. I would not have knit multiple cardigans two or three garment sizes "too large" and still be unable to get my bones into them.
Sunday, February 19th, 2017 11:04 pm
Today's theme for my life was: Running on fumes. I got a pitiful amount of sleep last night (if I even fell asleep at all), nabbed a medium sized muffin for breakfast, worked for ten and a half hours, played the radio on my mp3 player until it ran out of batteries, drained my phone down to 7%, and just about ran my car out of gas by treating myself to a stop at Half Price Books after work.

Tomorrow I plan to make up for it with lots of sleep, refilling the gas tank, and eating a good breakfast.

...I'll probably still drain my phone, though. Gotta catch 'em all :P
Sunday, February 19th, 2017 09:31 pm
75 years ago today, on February 19, 1942, Franklin Delano Roosevelt issued Executive Order 9066, which resulted in the internment of 110,000 Japanese-born resident aliens and Japanese Americans in concentration camps because they might pose a military threat. By contrast, about 11,000 German-born resident aliens and about 2,000 Italian-born resident aliens, almost all of them stll citizens of their native countries, were interned during WWII.

No Japanese-Americans were ever charged with espionage or sabotage. However, many of them served heroically in the US military. The 442nd infantry regiment was famous for the bravery of its men; it was the most decorated unit in its size category in the history of warfare.

I’ve been to the remains of Tule Lake internment camp. It’s a terrible place: bare, bleak, and bone dry, harassed by incessant winds. The fenced-off grounds are still soaked with the misery, despair, and rage of the internees. Across the road from the locked gate, a rock outcropping still carries slogans, names, and kanji painted on it by young Japanese-American men and boys who got over the fence in the dead of night, climbed the rocks, left their mark, and then returned to the camp before first light.

Never forget, and never --- oh, never, gods, never --- again.

Concentration Constellation
By Lawson Fusao Inada, 1945

In this earthly configuration,
We have, not points of light,
but prominent barbs of dark…

Begin between the Golden State's
highest and lowest elevations
and name that location

Manzanar. Rattlesnake a line
southward to the zone
of Arizona, to the home
of natives on the reservation,
and call those Gila, Poston.

Then just take your time
winding your way across…
just make yourself at home
in the swamps of Arkansas.
for this is Rohwer and Jerome.

But now, you weary of the way.
It's a big country, you say.
It's a big history, hardly
halfway through - with Amache
looming in the Colorado desert,
Heart Mountain high in wide
Wyoming, Minidoka on the moon
of Idaho, then down to Utah's
jewel of Topaz before finding
yourself at northern California's
frozen shore of Tule Lake…

Now regard what sort of shape
this constellation takes.
It sits there like a jagged scar,
massive, on the massive landscape.
It lies there like the rusted wire
of a twisted and remembered fence.

Barracks Home
By Tojo Suyemoto Kawakami

This is our barracks, squatting on the ground,
Tar papered shacks, partitioned into rooms
By sheetrock walls, transmitting every sound
Of neighbor's gossip or the sweep of brooms
The open door welcomes the refugees,
And now at least there is no need to roam
Afar: here space enlarges memories
Beyond the bounds of camp and this new home.
The floor is carpeted with dust, wind-borne
Dry alkali, patterned with insect feet,
What peace can such a place as this impart?
We can but sense, bewildered and forlorn,
That time, disrupted by the war from neat
Routines, must now adjust within the heart.
Sunday, February 19th, 2017 09:07 pm
After the previous experiment with coffee earlier in the week, I felt that I needed more data to give some boundaries on likely effects, but that if the response was going to be consistent, that I needed to be careful about when.

Thus, the plan was to pick a day when a) I was going to be busy and b) I could afford to be crashed out the following day, and have a coffee. So, yesterday during skating (while the zamboni was cutting the ice) I had a large (for the rink) long black. Tasty, no immediate discomfort from drinking it. Not buzz either, which was interesting.

I don't know whether I can attribute any of my performance during the day to the caffeine - I got through the skate class, but my feet were sore to the point of cramping at the end. And the ballet class was good - my feet had settled and I was able to get through all the jumps without going to the bar or noping out. Socialising with a handful of people who came to the (poorly advertised) crafternoon, a bit of cooking, and then I needed a lie down. Which not really a surprise - dinner time is often the point at which I can't deal with anything anymore.

Today - mild stomach upset symptoms (which I spent a bit of time going 'what did I eat' before it occurred to me that I'd had the coffee, and that this is one of the symptoms I'm supposed to be looking out for), and a partial physical crash (much less than Tuesday). I've got a bit done, in bursts of energy, but I do keep realising that I've overstretched myself, and I really should have stopped already.

Conclusion - dammit, the coffee is a problem, and I'm going to have to stick to decaf when I desperately want a coffee, and I'm not going to be able to use caf coffee to moderate my physical coping unless I can afford to write the following morning/day off. And even then it isn't going to be worth it most of the time.

This saddens me, because I do like coffee, and the period of time in which I was able to get pleasure out of it without being able to spot that I was doing myself a mischief was altogether too short. But given that one of the things that I like about coffee is the flavour, I can still get that (occasionally) as long as I'm sticking to decaf.
Sunday, February 19th, 2017 10:48 pm
Oops. I lost track of everything happening online. In my defense, I was ill with two different bugs one after the other and then spent a chilled half term with my inlaws in The North, mostly disconnected from the internet. (It was lovely and I actually feel human again now.)

Anyway, I utterly missed the reveals for [community profile] festivids. And had failed to actually upload a signed version of my vid anyway. So here it is, a week late.

My recipient asked me for a Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell vid, preferably about John Childermass. I was very pleased with this, since it's basically the mirror (sorry) vid to the one I made last year about the women :D Maybe next year I'll make one about the actual title characters??

It's six minutes long. I know, I know. But it was really hard to find a fitting song! Then I remembered this one and I loved it, so I just went for it. And actually, I think it's very much the best vid I've made so far. It's also much more haphazard than usual -- in the past I've been obsessively matching every lyric and beat to a clip, but I made a much more meandering thing this time, and I think it worked for the song/theme/atmosphere/whatever. I'm pretty proud of it, anyway. I'd really appreciate you watching!

A Tune Like the End of the World: a John Childermass vid
Song: One More Mazurka by Telling The Bees
for [personal profile] actiaslunaris
CN for mild violence
Thank you [personal profile] sholio for the beta help!

A Tune Like the End of the World from frith_in_thorns on Vimeo.

(You can download from vimeo)
Sunday, February 19th, 2017 02:27 pm
So...yeah, I'm still around. Online, I'm mostly at Archive of Our Own (orbitaldiamonds), Twitter (simonejester), and Tumblr (krepta-starchild and others).

I got the data entry job in Olrando, so now I'm Walgreens corporate instead of Walgreens retail. I lived with family in T-ville until I could afford my own place and since the end of November I've had a little apartment in Orlando. It's 45 minutes from work, but it was the best I could afford at the time. When all the colleges let out I'll check out apartment prices again and look for better neighborhoods that are closer to work.

I keep meaning to get back into LJ and DW, but if I do manage it, it won't be until sometime in March at the earliest. It's been overtime season at work (which I love! After having my hours cut drastically at the store, I consider the opportunity for overtime--which is strictly voluntary--a privilege!) and I've been working 60 hour weeks since December. I really should be doing housework on my one off-day (to be fair, I did do dishes and clean out my refigerator), but most of it's stuff that can wait until overtime season is over and the stuff that isn't (cleaning the bathroom, grocery shopping) can be done later. Besides, I have a fair amount of stuff to sort out online. I'm going through my email and deleting a lot of crap that should have been deleting years ago, and I'm considering creating a new email account and just using the old one (well, ones) for junk mail and archiving chats with Fizzy and others.

Hope y'all are well, if there's anyone still following this DW and the LJ it crossposts to. I'd say Happy New Year, but it's freaking February and it's too late for that. :P

P.S. I've been following the political news all along like the glutton for punishment I am. Semi-seriously considering learning Swedish and emigrating.
Sunday, February 19th, 2017 11:20 am
Let's get something straight I AM INDEED SUCCESSFUL.

Did you see everything I've accomplished in my lifetime and what I'm about to accomplish?

Are you a bunch of jealous fools?

Just because I'm feeling a bit sad and nostalgic doesn't equate with defeatist.

I'm feeling that way because I feel bad that some people died yesterday and I was part of that, you dumb idiots.

My husband, Michael Jon Susanno, would not cheat on me under any circumstance whatsoever. Do you know who my husband is? He's so busy working, he doesn't have time to cheat.

I am a Queen. I am a Virgin Angel. I am a Goddess. And I will become everything I'm destined to become.

No one is going to rain on MY PARADE. I'll have your fucking heads.

My husband isn't talking to me at the moment because he's busy doing serious, top secret work, you idiot fools.

I'm in training to do the same exact thing, you fools.

I only have a few more months of this soul work and soul journey before I'm reunited with my husband, you fools.

I will not allow you to turn me into a defeatist.

I am a success.

None of you idiots could have done a tenth of what I've already accomplished and uncovered.

I'm a strong warrior angel. I fight battles alone and defeat every enemy put in my path. I knock them out and knock them down.

I'm the Queen. I'm the Virgin Angel. And very soon you will see the results of my entire body of work.

You are not my monkeys. And you are not my circus. SO STFU.

Sunday, February 19th, 2017 09:48 am
Title: Naked Hide and Seek in The Archive (fan art)
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Rating: G
Summary: Jack and Ianto play naked Hide and Seek in The Archive
Also here at AO3

Here at my journal
Sunday, February 19th, 2017 09:02 am
How is everyone doing? I hope all my friends and loved ones are doing well. Yesterday was a crazy day. Bunch of madness and craziness. I woke up this morning and thought yesterday was utter nonsense and madness. It was just that someone was using my accounts for about a year or two, pretending to be me. So I was trying to figure out who it was. So I was just playing mind games. Enough of that. I've got all my accounts back and that's all I need for now.

I'm with my children now. I have four children under the age of four. 3 year old daughter, Frances. 2 year old Twin Sons, Laurence and Anthony, and Leo, who turns 1 in a little over a week. I'm listening to Ella Fitzgerald. I really love this music even though it makes me sad and nostalgic. My children are watching the Disney Channel. And my Aunt Romancita is packing our Baby Bag for the children.

We're leaving for the local Methodist Church now. I teach Sunday School there to normal students and students with Special Needs. We're using our latest white Mercedes-Benz 600 series.

I'm feeling rather blue and sad today because I miss my husband, Michael. He's been gone for two weeks. He's on a special ops U.S. Military mission.

So it's winter now and our farm really doesn't have many crops yet. We'll start planting soon. We also have mills, and breweries, and wineries.

I'm going to take the family out onto the Hudson River in our luxurious Yacht. Our farmstead is located next to the Hudson River.

We also own several helicopters, but only one is on the premises. Our helicopters and private planes are at our hangar at JFK airport.

I'm taking the family to Friendly's for lunch and ice cream afterwards. Then we're going shopping at the local mall. I'm buying the children all toys at FAO Schwartz.

I'm having high tea with some Sorority Sisters. Alpha Chi Omega.

I'm going to work on the two Nordic Quilts for the twins tonight. I finished reading the book on the future of this Presidency. It was very interesting and inspiring.

So everyone have a wonderful Sunday.
Take Care.
Emma and Family
Sunday, February 19th, 2017 12:48 am
musing )
Sunday, February 19th, 2017 11:51 am
Pixar offers free online lessons in storytelling via Khan Academy

How to cut through when talking to anti-vaxxers and anti-fluoriders

Added, 14:16:

First openly gay AFL player couple: "We're proud, and proud of each other"

For the Australian SF readers who might be interested in nominating anything for the Ditmar* awards, the 2017 eligible works list. See also the nomination form. Postal nominations close 17 March, electronic ones on 19th March. 

*National Spec Fic awards, fan nominated and voted -- you need to be recognisable as a person in fandom, or vouched for. If I know you as an Australian fan I'm happy to vouch for you as being a real human. After all, on the internet, no-one knows you are a cat. 
Sunday, February 19th, 2017 10:26 am
This post specifically discusses my weight, in the context of possible weight loss. It does not comment on other people's weight, nor is it intended to make commentary on such. 

In the last six months or so, work related stress eating has seen my weight go over 70kg. I know for some people, that amount (keep in mind I'm 156cm tall) doesn't sound heavy, but the 'healthy BMI' weight range for me is 45 to 61 kg. While I respect that there are issues with using BMI as a measure at the personal rather than the population level, there are also some possible payoffs for me losing a bit of weight, and that at least gives me a target to aim for. 

The main concern I have is that my right hip is starting to give more trouble, and the issues I've been having with my feet appear to be worsening. I have hopes that losing 5kg would be enough to improve these, if not cause them to go away completely*. Particularly because I'm getting pain in summer, which suggests that I'm going to struggle with significant pain in winter (as I did through parts of last winter, where my ability to go up stairs came and went). 

And what I've seen in the last two weeks of not going in to work (except the odd occasion) is that my cravings for comfort food have gone down, and there appears to be a downward trend in weight, although slight enough at this point that I'm only hopeful that I won't have to do much in the way of actively modifying my eating. I'm hoping that this will continue, and that by the end of the year I'll have made it in to the top end of the above mentioned 'healthy' BMI range. I don't expect to make it particularly low--I carry a reasonable bit of muscle--but I won't be at all surprised if I plateau at 55-57kg, as I spent many years at that weight regardless of what I was/n't eating at the time**. 

* I don't actually think that they will go away completely. The hip problems date back to my early teens, and while I don't have any idea what my weight was then, I don't think I was particularly heavy. The foot problems though have have been worsening in the last year, so they may well be something I can hope will improve. 
** Up until the pregnancy immediately preceding conception of youngest--having two first trimesters back to back might have been causative, but I ended up with a new 'set point' following their birth. So, equally, plateauing at ~61 kg might be expected. 
Saturday, February 18th, 2017 06:16 pm
Melomakarona, tiropita, regular pita, fruit & nut bread, kabocha squash, and pink lady and nittany apples.
Saturday, February 18th, 2017 04:36 pm
Thanks to everyone who discussed on my last post about perfumes. Today I went to Les Senteurs and tried lots of things, and came away with a bottle of Amyris and a couple of other samples. I may need to try out Bloom and get more samples of other things to try. But I really like this one.

The lady I met was younger than me, really friendly, happy to geek out about the smells and teach me stuff, and is the grand-daughter of the founder and is a singer who's doing this to fund that, which is pretty cool.