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If you live outside of the fine state of North Carolina, you may not have heard about the Moral March. The march is a social justice rally pulled together by the ForwardTogether movement, the North Carolina NAACP, and the HKonJ movement. The intention is to march through Raleigh on Saturday, February 8th to demand equal access to healthcare, sustainable economic policies, stronger labor rights, and fair elections.
Machines can be scary. Machines can be fun. Machines can be deadly. Machines can be useful.
Guns are weapons, and not all machines are weapons, but weapons are ultimately machines. And how machines are used, as well as how responsibly they are used, is ultimately determined by the person who operates them. You could potentially kill or maim someone with a blender if you were so inclined.
Dear Muscles of My Back,
It seems that all you do these days is cause me pain. Especially you right Pirifomis, and you left Lattisimus Dorsi.
At least I know what left Lati’s beef is. I went to IKEA this weekend. And thanks to their flat packing, I was easily able to stuff a whole apartment’s worth furniture into my Honda Fit.
I’ve got crossdressing on the mind this week because not one, but two, speculative fiction authors have offered up gender-bending shenanigans to their fans in exchange for donations to charity. Crossdress for cause is hardly new, but one has to wonder what exactly it is about crossdressing celebrities that gets people to open their wallets.
The results for Jim Hines and John Kessel have been pretty stellar so far. Both men are raising large chunks of cash for their chosen causes. Yet Jim has wisely asked people to do a gut-check about where their amusement is coming from.
If you have back pain, then you know what it’s like to have a spine that feels like a collapsed accordion no one can pull apart. Even the Hulk.
Yoga and exercise tend to loosen things up, but for many people, those approaches alone aren’t quite enough to unhitch those vertebra and relieve the pain. These folks are the vulnerable ones, the ones who are so desperate, something like this begins to look like fun.
There are so many people who light up your life. So many that it’s hard to pay attention to them all. Not that you can give them all equal consideration. Some are giant gas lighthouses who constantly guide you, whereas others are tiny tea lights who flit in and out of your life in a millisecond.
But you still feel terrible when a flame goes out and you didn’t even notice.
That’s how I felt yesterday when I found out Larysa Pevny, one of the professors on my Master’s committee passed away two months ago at the ever-so-young age of 47.
I doubt anyone, much less a person who was one of probably dozens of students who asked Dr. Pevny to serve on their committee, would have received very much warning. She always struck me as someone who was very private and not very big on brou ha ha unless her science was involved.
Which is why I will keep this short.
Thank you Dr. Pevny for what you taught me about science and life. My heart goes out to both your immediate family and your science family, who are undoubtedly missing you the most. I mourn the loss of the discoveries you could have made, the contributions to your field you had yet to make. Yet I don’t want to remember you for what could have been, but for what you did. You were an advisor who gave me a nudge in the right direction when I didn’t know which way to go, and for that, I am forever grateful.
We will miss your light.
If anyone would care to chip in a few bucks to the Larysa H. Pevny Memorial fund, please click here, then select the Larysa H. Pevny Memorial fund under “Donation Information.”
I spent Thanksgiving away from my family this year. It’s not a crime.
Of course, some stranger in the movie theater thought it was. A woman who was in line behind me while I was waiting to see Skyfall saw me standing by myself and asked, “So why are you here alone? Did you have a bad family experience?”
A disgusted look and a turned back was the answer she got.
Folks, some people choose not to spend time with their immediate family during the holidays, and attempts to shame them, even implied, are beyond rude. Now before you get out your ra-ra American tradition pom poms and start beating me in the face with them, let me point out one thing.
I was so tired yesterday, I actually slept through my cat’s early-morning “WHY haven’t YOU fed ME?!!!” yowl session. So even though Veteran’s Day was yesterday, I didn’t get around to posting this until today.
Anyone who met my grandfather would have thought he was a red-blooded American through and through. He went to church every week like clockwork, was a dedicated member of the Republican party and even spoke with a bit of a southern twang.
I venture to say that unless someone asked, no one would have guessed that my grandfather was Danish, that he was bilingual or that he served in the US Army.