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But do you have to be the one to give it to them?

When Elder Care Hurts: Caring for Elders who have been Abusive or Neglectful.

I know from my own experience that the final illness and death of the abuser is a wrenching process, no matter how much healing you've done.
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The catalogue of forms is endless:
until every shape has found its city,
new cities will continue to be born.
―Italo Calvino

Was it impossible to love the city
in which it happened?
City of unfinished structure,
city of developing forms.
Where the red crane against the blue sky
guided the calculated geometry of steel
through the delineating space.
The church sent blessings
and a parcel of its adjacent heaven.
The community assembled
a collective will of iron.
The courage to build slowly
in the determined Roman way—
to knock off at sundown,
return the next day and the next,
thermos of coffee snapped under
the metal dome of a lunch kit.
Already the neighbors’ eyes
climbed like elevators,
passing the three floors of infancy,
ten of childhood, how many
teenaged stories . . .
Out of the great blasted hole—
which had shaken their bearing walls,
which had drilled them from sleep—
it reached, square upon square,
where all that could happen would happen,
faithful to the blueprint.
Ceilings, floors, membranes of the common walls.
Even feelings seemed less abstract
once the concrete was poured.
Rooms where they lost, pined, brooded,
listened to wonderful music,
wrote letters, washed,
concocted recipes of deficiency
or excess, shifted photos
of the living with the dead.
When had they moved in?
To what lease had they signed their assent?
Now, making out envelopes, they didn’t
hesitate, writing the return address
as though it had always existed.
What began with desire, the girder,
the rising silhouette at twilight—
shape of things to come.

--Jeanne Marie Beaumont from Placebo Effects (W.W. Norton & Co.) © 1997. All rights reserved.
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The good news; she is amazingly healthy for a cat who is 15 and a half years old. She is a bit hyperthyroid, and she has been on meds for that for a few years. We'll be raising the dose a little and monitoring her progress.

The bad news is that her fur -- which can be as long as four inches -- got matted and tangled over the winter. She is not the sort of cat who permits anyone to brush her -- not without shoulder-length leather gauntlets and tranquilizers for two. Ordinarily she keeps it in good shape herself, but dry winters encourage matting. (Maybe I need to find a kitty-fur conditioner. Olive oil might work.) Once it starts to mat, that's it -- she'll need a shave.

So for the second time in her life, Gabriel is shaved down to the skin. She had to be tranquilized into sleep before the vet could do it. My poor sweet fuzzcat. Under the luxurious coat of black fur, she's a skinny pale-gray appaloosa spotted with black. And she is seriously embarrassed by her furless condition.

Last time this happened, about 10 years ago, her whole coat seized up at once into a solid piece of felt. The visiting groomer was able to cut it off like a blanket. The other cats sniffed the pelt with interest. Looked like poor Gabriel was gone, leaving only her fur behind. Then she appeared. Little Bit took one look and bolted. A ghost! Gabriel was a ghost!

So I have a question for other cat people and/or scientists. I know that Gabriel's long black fur is "smoke" -- black on the ends, pale next to the skin. What I don't understand is how that can be. Does the fur grow from the tip?

Any explanations? Thoughts? Similar experiences? Cat stories?
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Remorse is memory awake,
Her companies astir,---
A presence of departed acts
At window and at door.

It's past set down before the soul,
And lighted with a match,
Perusal to facilitate
Of its condensed despatch.

Remorse is cureless,---the disease
Not even God can heal;
For 't is his institution,---
The complement of hell.

--Emily Dickinson

This is the edited version that first appeared in 1896.
wordweaverlynn: from http://www.fanpop.com/spots/shakespeare-in-love/links/883128 (Shakespeare)
Celebrating the silliness of April Fool, the seriousness of poetry, and the silly seriousness of baseball, I present an Ogden Nash poem on the national pastime.

You Can't Kill an Oriole

Wee Willie Keeler
Runs through the town,
All along Charles Street,
In his nightgown.
Belling like a hound dog,
Gathering the pack:
Hey, Wilbert Robinson,
The Orioles are back!
Hey, Hughie Jennings!
Hey, John McGraw!
I got fire in my eye
And tobacco in my jaw!
Hughie, hold my halo.
I'm sick of being a saint:
Got to teach youngsters
To hit 'em where they ain't.

--Ogden Nash
wordweaverlynn: from http://www.fanpop.com/spots/shakespeare-in-love/links/883128 (Will)
[personal profile] gramina: I don't worship authors. I've known too many of them.

I casually flip her the bird.

[personal profile] gramina: I never thought you'd enjoy being worshiped. Do you?

Me: No, it's too much bother to have worshippers. I just want everyone to recognize that I deserve it.

What do you deserve that you're not getting?

(And no, I didn't manipulate the music for this. I've been reading Life, the Keith Richards autobiography, so I'm listening to a lot of the Stones lately.)
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So, who else is going to FOGcon? March 7-9 at the Walnut Creek Marriott. Theme: Secrets. Honored Guests: Seanan McGuire/Mira Grant, Tim Powers, and the late James Tiptree, Jr. It's going to be a great con.

I'll be on the Invisible Disabilities panel Friday afternoon 4:30-5:45. And of course I have a story to read Saturday night at 9:30 in the Santa Rosa room, along with Allison Moon and Steven Schwartz. At 11PM we'll move down to the bar for the traditional YKIOK meetup.
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As the poets have mournfully sung,
Death takes the innocent young,
The rolling-in-money,
The screamingly-funny,
And those who are very well hung.
--W. H. Auden

Weird as it sounds, Ghostbusters changed my life. I was all art movies until then. But when Bill Murray pulled the tablecloth from under the table set with china and crystal, I learned to love anarchic comedy. I even loved Animal House, which had struck me at first as sheer vulgarity -- nothing more than vomit humor. It's actually a lot more than that.

Later, with movies like Analyze This and Groundhog Day, Ramis explored deeper, more spiritually significant themes. But he always remained hilarious. Groundhog Day may well be his masterpiece, but I also loved the sly, wicked humor -- and psychological insight -- of Analyze This.

See you on the other side, Harold.

New Yorker profile
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This door you might not open, and you did;
So enter now, and see for what slight thing
You are betrayed... Here is no treasure hid,
No cauldron, no clear crystal mirroring
The sought-for truth, no heads of women slain
For greed like yours, no writhings of distress,
But only what you see... Look yet again—
An empty room, cobwebbed and comfortless.
Yet this alone out of my life I kept
Unto myself, lest any know me quite;
And you did so profane me when you crept
Unto the threshold of this room to-night
That I must never more behold your face.
This now is yours. I seek another place.
--Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Trash hasn't picked up the broken (wooden) futon frame. How and where do I get rid of it?



Feb. 8th, 2014 02:58 pm
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She was so vigorously alive, intelligent, funny, with coltish legs and a beautiful singing voice. And then she was gone.

Diane Michelle Thompson, July 10, 1974 - February 8, 1997
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[personal profile] stonebender gave me W.

Something I hate: War

Something I love: Weather. Much as I love Northern California, I miss the extreme weather back home. Thunderstorms, blizzards, the occasional nor'easter.

Somewhere I have been: Washington, DC. I love the Smithsonian with a deep, strong love.

Somewhere I would like to go: Washington State. I've never been, and I hear it's beautiful.

Someone I know: I think the only W I know was my college boyfriend.

Best movie: Witness. Lyrical, beautifully photographed, with a tense, suspenseful plot contrasting with the serenity of the Pennsylvania countryside. How did Peter Weir, an Australian, so perfectly capture the look and feel and almost smell of PA? Kelly McGillis as the Amish widow whose small son (Lukas Haas, age about 6) witnesses a murder in Philadelphia's 30th Street Station. Harrison Ford and Danny Glover as good cops; Josef Sommer, Alexander Godunov, and Viggo Mortensen in his first screen role as Amish farmers. Also, you get to see Harrison Ford, a professional carpenter, actually working with wood. Cinematography by John Seale, who was also responsible for the beautiful images of The English Patient (and whose eye for light was the best thing about the very disappointing Dead Poets' Society). And a great soundtrack by Maurice Jarre.

[personal profile] nanila gave me F.

Something I hate: Flash-animated websites. If HTML was good enough for Alexander Graham Bell, it's good enough for me. (That's a joke, son.)

Something I love: FOGcon! Also fiction, fairs, freedom, fast cars, fossils, friends, family.

Somewhere I have been: Forest City, PA.

Somewhere I would like to go: Fairbanks, Alaska. I'd like to see the interior before I die. Or any of it, really.

Someone I know: I have a great-aunt whose name starts with F.

Best movie: Fantasia and Fantasia 2000.
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Futon Mattress for Sale - $50 (hayward / castro valley)

Sturdy, comfortable full-size futon mattress for sale. It's zipped into a waterproof mattress protector that also guards against dust mites. Over that is a khaki-colored futon cover. Over that we have usually had sheets and blankets. This is one well-swaddled futon mattress.

NO FUTON FRAME. Just the mattress. Conveniently located just off the intersection of 580 and Foothill in Castro Valley. Bring a friend or two. This sucker is thick and heavy. It's easiest to carry if you roll it and rope it. That gives you something to grip.

If you don't need a mattress, buy it for the mattress protector and futon cover. They're easily worth $50. Yes, you MUST take away the mattress, too.

I really want to be rid of this monster-- I mean charming mattress by Wednesday, February 5.

Please email with your phone number -- extra points if we can text.
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Did you know I was an astrologer? Please skip if you don't find astrology a useful tool.

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[personal profile] nanila said, I would like to know how you got into blogging, please! I'm comfortable with being identified.

Once upon a time....

OK, I was always a writer. In the early 1990s (my early 30s) I got involved with various online communities. I loved the give and take, the intense discussions, the friendships I was able to build. (This is where I met my much-loved partner [personal profile] gramina; our housemate, friend, sister [personal profile] housepet was also a member of the community.)

Over the years the community changed; people were moving away from CompuServe and toward the wider web. I changed, too. I left my husband. A year and a half later, I moved to California from upstate New York. Exactly a year after that, the divorce went through; because of a glitch, I didn't hear about it until almost two weeks later.

My immediate reaction was to skip the company picnic being held that day and start UnNatural History. That link goes to the first entry.

Later that year, I did NaNoWriMo for the first time, and I was given a code for LiveJournal. I started my journal there on December 18, 2002. Eleven years and a day ago.

Someday I'll post the best of both those journals to my professional website.

The entry is still open for questions.
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Someone asked, Does your love of geology affect your dreams? Do the places your dreams occur in have to make sense geologically?

This is a wonderful question. This question makes me happy.

I have an entire dream landscape where many of my dreams have taken place. It's been present to my mind since I was a kid, so I have probably 50 years of dreaming about it. I've walked and driven over it most nights of my life. Sometimes I think I'll go there when I die.

How realistic is it? I have landlords there. And yes, it is geologically coherent, although not original; it's based on Pennsylvania, some folded and faulted ridge-and-valley province (where I was born and spent my earliest years), some high dissected plateau (late childhood through end of high school, and again as an adult), and of course some Philadelphia (college and after and again as an adult).

The entry is still open for questions.
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[personal profile] dorothean asked: Tell me a bit about a book that was important to you as a child (or a childhood book whose memory is/was important to you as an adult).

When I was in first grade, my mother gave me her own copy of Little Women and said, "This is a book about four little girls just like you and your sisters." With that, she gave me permission to find myself in books, to build a family of the authors and characters, to transcend the merely real.

Alcott's world is powerfully female, which matched my experience. She was an overt feminist, which helped me form my own ferociously feminist identity. The preachy bits didn't bother me, because I needed some kind of mother to guide me -- and because the female characters were anything but paragons.

It didn't hurt that I'm the second of four girls, that we were the working poor, and that my father was notably absent during much of my earliest life (for which I am thankful; he was as lousy a provider as Bronson Alcott, but he couldn't even pretend to that bastard's aura of saintliness). Even before I met Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy, I wanted to be a writer. Having Jo be the second girl was gravy.

Louisa May Alcott is still important to me. For one thing, she's a hell of a good writer: fluent, funny, colloquial, she has shaped my style as well as much else. For another, when I was in my late teens or so, Madeleine B. Stern began publishing Alcott's sensation stories. They're wonderful. And they gave me a sense of walking in familiar paths, because I have published far more under pen names than under my own, and a lot of my writing is of the sort that would give Professor Bhaer a heart attack.

ETA The entry is still open for questions.

Ask Away!

Dec. 10th, 2013 02:26 am
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Swiped (and modified) from a locked post:

I like that meme that's going around -- the one where commenters assign topics for one to post about on particular days. I rather wish I could do it, but ... no way. I'm having enough trouble following through on existing obligations. So here is a modified version of the ask-me-questions meme.

1. Ask me anything you like, and I'll try to answer.

2. No assigned dates.

3. Comments on this post are screened, (a) because it will embarrass me less if nobody asks any questions, (b) so as not to embarrass anyone who asks a question that I don't feel comfortable answering, and (c) so that you can ask more privately. When I answer a question, I will only identify the asker if you say that's okay in your comment. Also, I may decide to make the entry friends-only if it's something personal.

4. You really can ask me anything at all, including questions from that category of "things one feels one is probably supposed to know about another person already but doesn't," but if you'd like to participate and aren't sure what to ask, may I suggest you ask me what I thought about a book?


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