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...I finally made an RP account, for [ profile] edensphere /[ profile] edensphere_log.  Or it will be, in January when I and a bunch of other newbies can sign on.  [ profile] desig_survivor .

Because Wedge Antilles?  Is awesome.  Even though the only other person on the comm who is from Star Wars at all is playing Brianna/Handmaiden from K2.  And even though most of the people there are more than human.

I just hope I can play him.  The whole amnesia thing might help.  But I've never actually done an LJ RP before.  Well, we've all got to start somewhere.

What's wrong with Livejournal?  First it kept eating the spaces between each line, now it's swallowing parts of the post. I've edited this thing four times.  [ profile] desig_survivor , damn it!
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Two posts in one day. Weird, huh? I think this is only the third time I've done this.

Still watching Cosmos between bouts of writing. Earlier episodes mention that we are parts of the cosmos that have become self-aware; we are all a way for the cosmos to know itself. The Lives of the Stars, the ninth episode, gently reminds me of when I was younger and read that we are all star-stuff; other than hydrogen, every atom was fused into heavier elements by a star. I remember that ridiculous fragile wonder I felt reading that; this episode reinforces it and, later, rephrases it.

"Our ancestors worshipped the sun and they were far from foolish. It makes good sense to revere the sun and the stars. Because we are their children."

...I think my mind just got blown. What is this joy? I keep feeling like I should damp it down, crush it, hide it, cover it over. But... dude. I don't care if it's hippy flower-child stuff. That may be the most awesome three sentences I have ever read.

And yeah, I did see the latest XKCD. Interestingly, Sagan wasn't quite as impressed by the moon landings as he was by the other things, if I go by the chapter in "A Pale Blue Dot" where he goes over them.
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I should probably mention this now.  Last week in a drawing class we started drawing models.  Who were nude.  Of course.  One on Monday, the same guy on Wednesday, a different guy last Monday.  Monday was also the last model-drawing day, unfortunately.  There was supposed to be one today, a girl, but she canceled at the last minute and we're not making the day up.
On Modeling. Also, Youtube Spam. )
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Since I might as well make a post on current events...  the Polansky thing.  Urgh.  The fact that there is any debate on this at all sickens me.

He drugged and raped a thirteen-year-old girl.  He confessed to it, and then he fled the country and lived comfortably elsewhere to avoid a paltry forty-day jail time.

How is this even an issue?  Doesn't matter who he is, how wonderful a director he might be, how tragic his past life is, how long ago this was, even that the victim is sick and tired of being confronted with this again and again and wants it to stop.  All of that might excuse an offhand offensive comment, but the drugging and oral, vaginal, and anal rape of a frightened thirteen-year-old?  No.

My thoughts on the matter can't be rendered as text.  I hope he gets life imprisonment.

Well, there's a smaller list of famous people who aren't lining up to defend a child rapist here, and that's something.

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So that's what I've been saying about doing things that I both want and don't want to do.  There's a "Harry Potter in the Park" thing.  Ride the mechanical bull; go there, hang around despite being uncomfortable around devoted fans of a series I think is just okay.  There's a blood drive on campus.  Ride the mechanical bull; go in, fill stuff out, don't back out.  There's a guy in a class reading a Discworld novel.  Ride the mechanical bull; go up and talk to him about Discworld.  Best friend's mother died; call her and be sympathetic.

Results so far have been mixed.
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There's an article here about blind mountain bikers who get around using human echolocation.  That is awesome.  Here's the passage that interested me the most.

The interference patterns used for echolocation are usually too subtle to be consciously heard. This highlights one of the most amazing aspects of echolocation: It’s rarely experienced as sound. Try using your shhhh sounds to walk slowly toward a wall with your eyes closed. As you come close to the wall, you’ll experience its presence as more of a feeling than a change in sound. It may feel as if there are air pressure changes on your face, an experience also reported by the blind (echolocation was once called “facial vision”). Echolocation is truly one of your implicit perceptual skills: It allows you to detect aspects of your environment without even knowing which sensory system you’re using. And it could very well be that you’re constantly using the skill to recognize properties of the rooms you occupy.

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Surfing baxil's flist, finding this, deciding why not.  But putting a cut, 
because that is long and I dislike really long entries.  Why did the text change?  Stupid computer.


I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

Read more... )
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.

I found L-space and the Annotated Pratchett File.  ...Where did the time go?  My spring break ends tomorrow!
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So [ profile] scans_daily  has been suspended because some comics creator whined.  Great.  
Nothing else has gone right this month; why shouldn't this happen?

There's [ profile] noscans_daily , but I don't see it becoming popular.
It's tailored for the whiner! No scans, no spoilers.
There's always Insane Journal's version. Aw man, do I really have to
make a new account?

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So I was reading the latest issue of The Atlantic, which had an article on transsexuals, and as I was reading it, something that had been bothering me for a while finally sort of crystallized.  It's about gender identity.  This thing where boys act one way, girls act the other way, this difference is set in your brain.

Basically the article went on about how boy-body-girls love the stereotypically feminine things - long hair, nails, makeup, skirts and other clothes meant to be pretty, high heels, dolls, pink - and reject stereotypically masculine things - trucks, action figures, playing rough, exploring, pants and other clothes meant to get worn out.  Fine.

So... is it that boy-body-girls who aren't girlie girls don't exist, or are they just less uncomfortable being male?  Is it possible to be, say, a boy-body-girl who is a tomboy, or at least not so drawn to girly things?  It seems to me that this preference thing - girls, no matter the body, like only girly things and boys, no matter the body, like only boyish things - is just far too sharp.  It's like tomboys and kids who are somewhere in the middle either don't exist or are actually transsexual.  Or gay, that was mentioned too.

Let me TMI at you, Internet.  I'm a girl.  A woman, actually - at nineteen, I should really be using the proper word.  Physically I'm a woman.  I happen to see stupid traits in men and women alike.  I happen to prefer men's clothing.  I don't wear blouses, skirts, dresses at all, I can't stand makeup or heels, I love having short hair, I love the endurance and strength of my body.  As a little girl I hated pink and resisted listing animals among my favorite things because that was "girly"; when I learned that actually, most girls don't care about animals, I gave in.  I loved dinosaurs and was indifferent about dolls, and I'm not good with or very interested in kids.  I barely ever played dress-up, and I resented and still resent the idea that I should be fanatically obsessed with how I look and what people think of me.

But I preferred and prefer the company of girls and women, I break down crying when bitches strike(admittedly I don't like to do it in public.  It's a sign of weakness), I only very recently realized that I like action figures(more for the HEY I LOVE THIS CHARACTER and Oooh, it stands up and I can pose it! factors than anything else, though), I have no interest in sports or cars, my maternal impulse switches on when it comes to cats and baby animals, I am ridiculously shy and nonassertive, and I squee like whoa over Captain America(Partly because face it, he's attractive, partly because he is the best superhero ever, closely chased by Spider-Man.  NO ARGUMENTS). 

So that's a balance of male and female traits.  I admit to being curious a lot about what it would be like to be a man.   But my ideal (human) body is, well, androgynous.  The masculine form of androgynous, the "handsome girl" kind with broad shoulders and big hands more than the "beautiful boy" androgynous with flowing hair and perfect skin.  Is that aberrant somehow?  What's with this assumption that you have to be at one extreme or the other?  Why can't I just stick to not caring?
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You know something(one of all too many things) I hate?  When it's late at night, I want to close some tabs and go to bed, and the computer decides to fail massively.  Nice, computer.  Nice.  Yes yes, I'm about to stop anyway, but I'd like the chance to save my linkspam, at least.

This is "Take On Me Literal Version."  Piiipe wrench fiiight...

Gods.  The Customer Is Not Always Right.  There are some gems there.  This one's my favorite.

Chippendales, The Golden Years

Bakery | Syracuse, NY, USA

(Four elderly men enter the store. They are all at least 70, balding, and at least one has a cane.)

Manager: “Hi, what can I get for you?”

Elderly Man #1: “Are those bagels hot, young lady?”

Manager: “They’re pretty hot. They’ve been out about ten minutes.”

Elderly Man #2: “But are they as hot as us?”

I bought a two-disc version of Iron Man on the weekend; it came with a seven dollar rebate.  Watched everything on it.  Squee!  It really is my favorite non-Star Wars movie, you know.  My very favorite parts pertain to the robot arm subplot and all the Mark II suit stuff.  It's just so much fun.  Kind of annoying to hear that if I'd gone to Wall Mart I could have bought a version that comes with this one exclusive comic.  Grr.

Also saw Wall-E in the cheap theaters.  It was cute.
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Crowning Music Of Awesome.  Cool.

What did I find today but a LJ community called (okay, still can't hotlink normally, maybe if I copy-paste) [profile] brains_in_a_jar, which is about taking relationships in various fandoms and "giving one partner phenomenal cosmic powers and an itty bitty living space. Those phenomenal cosmic powers are a neural hookup to fly a spaceship and the inability to disengage it."

"Being stuck in a spaceship and feeling things as a spaceship does sounds like a pretty good deal, but it would require one to have a partner who could do things like interact face-to-face with passengers. That's where the danger and romance comes in, because if one person is confined forever to a ship and the other is not, and then they fall in love, great drama will indubitably ensue.  But romance and faster-than-light travel aren't the only things here. What makes a person, beyond the physical? How do we relate with each other? When is different too different, and when isn't it? "

Just like McCaffrey's Ship Who Sang 'verse!  I loved the concept in those books, but I just didn't like the writer much.  Anyway, there is a story here where Wolverine is a plane.  In the nineteen fifties.  And befriends a child Scott Summers.  Unfortunately, all the others are romance and fandoms that I'm not familiar with.  Except for the Tony/Steve one that linked me to this community.  And a couple Xmen ones that I didn't find interesting.

I friended it just on a matter of principle.  Hells, if "Walker Imperial Ranger" ever gets finished... well, no, I probably wouldn't make a post there, it's been defunct for a year and I haven't so much as introduced myself.  Sadly, there aren't any f-locked posts.  Ooooh...

Star Wars
[personal profile] carmarthen - Star Wars, with Darth Vader as the ship and either Luke Skywalker or Leia Organa as the pilot

Damn it, it wasn't linked to in the comm, so I concluded it never got written.  A furious search through that particular journal ensued.  I hate lack of tag clouds... fortunately, there is the calender thing for 2007.  Hmm.  She(I'm assuming female) has a list that I'll LJ-cut.

Also, ah, she writes and links to Tamora Pierce fanfiction, and likes Kel.  Ahhh.  That's the pleased sigh, not the scream.  And used to like Lackey a lot more than she does now!  And likes dinosaurs!  "Every fandom needs more dinosaurs".  Awesome.

Hmm.  To stalk, or not to stalk?  Hells, I might just post.  My other stalkedjournals haven't even warranted a mention in my posts.

So sad that apparently the brainship fic never got completed.  *sigh*  That's life.


Nov. 17th, 2007 11:36 pm
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From kaijugirl:

Power is...
... Withdrawing oneself with surprising ease from things which one does not wish to be a part of, without a drop of temptation to look and be horrified.

... Awareness of, rather than comprehension of.

... Knowing yourself and the limits of your energy, and remaining within those limits.

... Knowing what actions to take in response to the different forces you encounter (and there are many different ones; some of them glorious, some very frightening).

... Owning what is your own, and rejecting responsibility for that which is not yours.

... In silence.

... In choosing what parts of your reality you will continue to create.

... Taking the time to do what needs to be done to conserve or direct your energy.

... Not being at the mercy of anything, and not abandoning yourself to anything.

... Many more avenues of handling reality than most of us are aware of. We have three more limbs than we think we do, at the very least.

... Beyond your conscious imagining.


Daily Zen

Make no mistake about it; if you do not find it now, you will repeat the same routines for myriad eons, a thousand times over again, following and picking up on objects that attract you. We are no different from Shakyamuni Buddha. Today, in your various activities, what do you lack? The spiritual light coursing through your six senses has never been interrupted. If you can see in this way, you will simply be free of burdens all your life.

- Lin Chi (d 867?)


When this mind is clear and bright
And is not covered over,
Then you are not very different
From the sages.
If you allow no wavering
From this clarity, and do not
Let it change,
And do not cling to it,
And do not neglect it:
This is learning.
Just protect it all the time

- Luo Hongxian (1504-1564)


What truth am I talking about? I am talking about truth of the ground of mind, which can enter into the ordinary and the sacred, into the pure and the polluted, into the absolute and the conventional, and yet is not the absolute, conventional, ordinary, and sacred, but is able to give names to all the absolute, conventional, ordinary, and sacred. Someone who has realized this cannot be labeled by the absolute or the conventional, by the ordinary or sacred. If you can grasp it, then use it, without labeling it any more. This is called the mystic teaching.

- Lin Chi (d 867?)


When we reach the ultimate
Stillness, we joyfully become
Aware that this mind of ours
Is empty, without any things,
And extends infinitely in all
Directions. It is something
Like the eternal sky,
In which clouds and wind circulate
Without stopping or reaching an end.
It is something like the vast ocean,
Where fish and dragons undergo
Transformations without gaps
Or interruptions.
It has no inside or outside that can
Be pointed to, no motion or
Stillness that can be separated.
From ancient to modern, it all forms
A single whole.
As the saying goes, it is nowhere
And everywhere.

- Luo Hongxian (1504-1564)

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Whoa, whoa, whoa!  How could I forget this?  How is this not a national holiday or something?

38 years ago, July 20 1969, the Eagle landed and man first set foot on the moon.  Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin.  Apollo Eleven.  Tranquility Base.  Isn't that a lovely name?

Ah, man.  Ah, man.

This was how many years after Sputnik?  Thirteen, fourteen?  Sputnik was in October 1957.  Twelve years, give or take a few months.  Yuri was April  1961.  Eight years after Yuri Gaugarin was the first man in space it was possible to send others to the Moon and get them back.

Ah, man.

How long between the Wright brothers and Apollo?  The Wright brothers had the first powered flight in December 1903.  Sixty-six years, give or take x number of months.  Yes, there was human flight before in gliders and balloons, but I'm choosing not to focus on those.

Two brothers who ran a bicycle shop sending one a hundred twenty feet in a precarious canvas-and-wood machine.  Sixty six years later, humans got to the Moon and back.  If it hadn't been for the World Wars, who knows?  It could have happened sooner.

Even so.  Sixty six years.  Kitty Hawk to the Moon.  Amazing.

People were born and some became grandparents or great-grandparents and died in that span of time.  But some few, surely, were alive for the Wright flyer and the Moon landing both.  There are a smattering of people still alive today who existed when Orville went up.


Humans sure can move fast when we really want to.  Would we have done it as quickly if it hadn't been for the Soviets?  Of course not.  That's maybe the only good thing to come out of the Cold Wars.

(Side note- gack!  Armstrong took a sliver of the Wright flyer's propellor and a bit of wing fabric with him to the Moon.  This amuses me.)

They left the flag and that plaque on the Moon.  You know.

Here Men From The Planet Earth
 First Set Foot Upon the Moon
July 1969 A.D.
We Came in Peace For All Mankind.

Why does that last line always sound kind of... sinister... to me, anyway?

It amuses me that one of them broke the circuit breaker that would make the lunar module's engine get them back off the Moon again, and so they used a pen to trigger the switch.  Nixon had a speech ready in event of disaster.  I'm so glad he never had to use it.

Scroll down some.


I'm so glad that they made it back alive, and that Apollo 13 did likewise.  What kind of memorial would have been made for them otherwise?  I'm glad that I can speculate instead of knowing.

Space travel is terrifying and fascinating at once.  Just to think about it...  I can't seem to put it into words.  Awe, fear, joy, longing...  it's a legacy.

Surfing on LJ, I found this in someone's journal.  Turns out that embedding is much easier than I thought.

Lyrics are here.

Compared to then... what are we doing now?  My brother walked in on me reading this and didn't know what "The Eagle Has Landed" means until I reminded him.  The news is filled with celebrities and politicians and videogames and books and a war we didn't really need to step into.  What am I doing with my life?  What is anyone doing? 

Will we ever do something that matters?

To think I was excited about Halo and Harry Potter.  I'll be excited again by tomorrow, sure.  But for now...  Sweet Guardian, the Moon.
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I wasn't actually sure what it meant...  Oh man, the amount of work it must have taken to put that thing together!  Mind boggling.  If I knew how, I'd probably embed the video in my LJ like sylvan did, but...


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