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i thought i was dreaming when my morning started. when i got to work and my espresso machine was gone, and the store was broken and everything seemed to be falling apart around me, i really thought that i was in a work nightmare. i've had them plenty of times. it was certainly a scenario that would happen in one. these things are not reality. everything does not stop working at the same time. at the worst possible time. it just doesn't really happen. i might be cynical much of the time, but even i am not enough of a pessimist to believe that this morning really happened. and then reality set in. i was awake. and my store is soooo broken...and now it makes me laugh...a loud probably makes the neighbors wonder what is so funny...laugh cause there's nothing left to do...kind of laugh...yep, right now i am laughing, might not want to get too close though, might turn into tears any second...

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New saddle for my bike

  • Dec. 17th, 2009 at 5:38 PM

Rob and I don’t own a car so my bike is my primary way to commute. This month I’ve been riding nine miles pretty much every day and lately I’ve been having some trouble with my shifters. On Tuesday, the gears locked as I was coming up a hill — not fun — so I took it in to have it looked at.

There was nothing obviously wrong. So the awesome mechanic at Bike Gallery lubed it, tightened a couple of things and didn’t charge me, since he “didn’t really do anything.” It’s riding like a dream now, so I disagree.

While it was there, and in the stand, I noticed that my saddle was crooked. At first I thought it had just spun on the mount, but no. No, the rails were actually bent and probably had been since we moved back from NYC. I know the bike fell at least twice while it was in the back of the moving truck. So, I invested in a new saddle.

Today, my toes went numb during the last ten minutes of the ride both to and from work.

So, back to the shop today and I have a new, different saddle. Another awesome mechanic took the time to check the fit to make certain that there wasn’t anything else going on.

Let’s hope the new saddle does the trick. It’s funny though, how when you change one thing a cascade of little changes begins.

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MICROS SUCKS!!!

  • Dec. 17th, 2009 at 8:18 PM
looks like i will also be spending several extra hours in my store tomorrow to deal with the POS issues. GROSS! on the upside anna came in for half of the closing shift so i didn't get stuck there closing. THANKS ANNA!!!

i'm home now and trying relax. trying to get my mind out of my store. have to be ready to put the game face back on and do it all over tomorrow...

i'm usually a personal space kind of person, but i just want to cuddle up next to someone and forget that today ever happened...

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hmmm

  • Dec. 17th, 2009 at 11:14 PM
The marquis has just thrown a snowball at me. In the sitting room. At 11pm. He will pay!

Brrr

  • Dec. 17th, 2009 at 11:01 PM
There's hail in that there snow.

These east winds do portend no good to us. Tomorrow I think I might just stay in the house all day, and eat soup and noodles interspersed by unnecessary chicken sandwiches. I think that's a plan. *nods*

Dec. 17th, 2009

  • 10:31 PM

The cat is moulting and even my iPhone is furry.

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Dec. 17th, 2009

  • 10:31 PM

The cat is moulting and even my iPhone is furry.

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The Desperate Quest for Eyeballs

  • Dec. 17th, 2009 at 1:08 PM

Originally published at Cheryl's Mewsings. Please leave any comments there.

There are many reasons why I don’t run Emerald City any more, but one of those that makes me glad of it is that I no longer feel any pressure to be a top-ranked web site in my field. Competition is all very well, but what you think you have to do to be successful can sometimes be ugly. Over the past week I have seen a bunch of editorial decisions that have brought this home to me very clearly. Here they are.

  • The Guardian ran an article on climate change by Sarah Palin;
  • SF Signal published a column by a newbie writer foolish enough to think that she could take down John Scalzi by playing victim politics;
  • The Bilerico Project, a supposed LGBTQ web site, ran a post so transphobic it might as well have been penned by Rush Limbaugh or Pat Robertson; and
  • The BBC headlined a web post: “Should homosexuals face execution?”

Newspapers such as the Daily Malice do this sort of thing all of the time. They are past masters at evading hate crime legislation by publishing articles that are just subtle enough to evade censure by the authorities (bearing in mind that the UK’s Press Complaints Commission is about as independent of the industry it is supposed to regulate as a glove puppet is of the person with a hand up its arse) but are very clear invitations to the bigoted to foam into paroxysms of hatred and bile. I expect that sort of thing from them, but not from the outlets listed above. So what’s going on?

Pretty clearly it is not editorial policy. The Guardian does not agree with Sarah Palin on climate change. I don’t think anyone at SF Signal believes that John Scalzi is out to prevent young writers from making a career in the business. Nor do I think that anyone on the Bilerico editorial board actually believes that trans people are deluded fools who should have been dealt with more sternly by their parents. And the BBC does not support the death penalty for homosexuality.

What I suspect is happening here is that all four venues have editors who feel under pressure to compete for attention in the blogosphere. They know that controversy is good for boosting your readership numbers, and at some point in the editorial decision-making process common sense goes out of the window and the desperate quest for eyeballs takes over. After all, for a commercial site, the more visitors you get the more advertising revenue you can pull.

The rationale that is always trotted out for this is that the site in question believes in fostering “debate”. Yeah, right. But there’s debate and debate. There’s polite exchange of views, and there’s yelling at each other across the ether. And at some point the whole thing devolves into an analog of bear baiting –- some unfortunate person or group is repeatedly poked with sharp sticks in the hope that it will be goaded into a furious rage and attack its tormentors with extreme violence for the entertainment of the bloodthirsty crowd.

The trouble is that it can be very successful. When the Guardian article went online my Twitter stream quickly filled up with UK people saying things along the lines of, “OMG!!! WTF??? [link]”, so I’m pretty sure the Palin article got some stellar viewing figures, me included because I was dumb enough to click on the link. The other three posts all have huge comment threads. Controversy works.

Up to a point.

Because then you have to deal with the fallout. As far as I know, the first two instances haven’t caused much in the way of lasting outrage, though I suspect the author of the SF Signal article may be rather sad and sorry as a result. I wouldn’t have exposed a contributor to public ridicule by posting something that inept. Elsewhere, however, the Bilerico article has left much of the trans community with the feeling that Bilerico’s editors view trans people as so much worthless trash to be pilloried at will for the entertainment of the masses; and the BBC has been fighting a damage limitation campaign ever since the news of their post hit Twitter.

Competing for attention on the Internet is never easy, and the closer you get to the top of the heap the harder it becomes. But sometimes editors have to sit back and ask themselves, “Do I really want to run that?” Mistakes are all too easy to make (and I’ve made a fair few in my time). Sometimes controversy isn’t worth the trouble it brings in its wake.

Note also that I have not included any links to the articles in question. One of the best ways we can stop the controversy merchants is to not stoke the feeding frenzy. If you must link to something, link to a post that discusses the original post, not to the post itself. That gives people the opportunity to bail before giving the miscreants in question any further boost to their viewing stats.

Dec. 17th, 2009

  • 3:39 PM
The Mythbusters attempt to polish, well... a turd.

This amuses me because "turd-polishing" is a common phrase bandied around SFF workshops, meaning the act of fiddling with the sentences and commas in an essentially broken narrative.

Even if you succeed, well. What you have is a high-gloss turd.

May I just say...

  • Dec. 17th, 2009 at 1:45 PM
...that it is frelling cold out there? And that I have already been up and down the damn' hill twice, schlepping boxes? And no way I feel like going out there again, especially since my reward will be to drag fifteen pounds of green books (formerly blue books) uphill in the teeth of a minus five wind?

Why, no, I don't have a particularly good attitude. They can make me do it, but they can't make me smile while I do it.

*gets hat and gloves*

welcome to salaried life :)

  • Dec. 17th, 2009 at 1:41 PM
just got off of the phone with the computer guy. they have to actually take my main computer out of my store, which means i will litterally not have a POS system...i am fucked!!!

Dec. 17th, 2009

  • 1:38 PM
in the last 24 hours my car ran out of gas on the freeway, my espresso machine at work died and i have one with fewer brew heads for one of the busiest weekends of the year, my main computer at work has a virus so my whole system is down and we have to do everything manually, and do to call-offs and no one willing to pick up a few hours i am going to be at my store open to close and maybe later today which was supposed to be my day off, the first day off in a while when i made real plans...with a little luck maybe someone from another store will take the shift tonight...send lots of good thoughts my way, cause i'm not feeling very positive about this right now...

what can't be cured must be endured....

  • Dec. 17th, 2009 at 1:15 PM
Time for a pot of what my friends and associates lovingly call Death Drops. (ecinacea, hibiscus, rose hips, ginger, lemon, red pepper, and honey.)

Cures what ails ya.

Or at least distracts you.
20090406so far this morning: contracts and tax paperwork printed (4); epic battles with printer and TBRE's... idiosyncratic... wiring structures (6); epic battles with my own piles of office clutter (2); epic battles with kjitten over just who exactly gets to stand on the printer while it's printing (umpteen).

The printer router the beloved [info]netcurmudgeon set up for me appears to have died the death (I wonder, somehow, if cats are responsible) so I had to crawl around under the desk and hook the printer up directly to the desktop, and then port files, and then--

And all this while not feeling so hot, and in the throes of PMI (Premenstrual incompetence. Hormones give me brain fog.). And then the dog decided that it wasn't too cold to go chase the ball for a VERY LONG TIME before doing his business, which meant somebody had to throw that ball. Somebody inadequately dressed, with cold hands, because see above brain fog.

So that was my morning.

Is it too early to start drinking?

temperature this morning: 15 wonderful degrees (-2 with windchill (F, not C: I'm an American barbarian.)
tea today: orange passionfruit
teacup today: asian (Japanese? it's kind of borderline in size and design) teacup from San Francisco

I'm in the midst of a caffeine detox, just in case the weird fits of anxiety I've been having are triggered by the buzz. (I suspect it's more deadlines and incoming! baby and deadlines and slow-paying publishing industry and deadlines and coming to terms with my spinsterhood and deadlines. But the caffeine is something I can control.) While I don't consume a lot of caffeine (I drink a lot of tea, mostly green, and occasional black tea or coffee) I've noticed in the past few months that black tea or coffee in the evening will actually mess up my sleep cycle, which is new and unexciting. And I did NOT react well to the chai I had on Monday, or the coffee Sunday afternoon.

Anyway, after 72 hours without my drug of choice, I am feeling the effects--those headaches, I tell ya. Stuff is vicious. And I appear to be coming down with something, given my absolute failure to perform at the climbing gym yesterday ([info]hawkwing_lb had all my mojo. Don't ask.), the pain in my neck, and the occasional slight productive cough. No fever, though--I'm right on the money a degree low, just as I always am.

Given all this, the fact that Grail is sitting at 185 pages, and the Impending Hoolidays, I have decided to take an advance on my Time Off as sick leave cum lazing about. Today I will read contracts and make some notes on Grail because I was brilliant in the shower this morning. And I am going to cuddle up with a peppermint-and-lavender-soaked barley pillow. And if any writing gets done, well, it gets done. And if it doesn't, well, that's okay too.

Basically, I'm going to putter and not set any goals. And hope my headache eases up a little. (Today's tea is an herbal blend with a little bit of green tea in it, so there is some caffeine, but not so much I would drink it for the energy boost. But it will probably take the edge off the discomfort, anyway.)

Some Brief Linkage

  • Dec. 17th, 2009 at 6:25 AM

Originally published at Cheryl's Mewsings. Please leave any comments there.

Two interesting posts appeared overnight.

John Picacio asks whether Locus might get more readers if they devoted more space to artists and illustrators. Note that he’s not demanding that they should do so, he’s asking Locus readers, and potential readers, whether this is something they would welcome.

On the SFWA blog Mary Robinette Kowal talks about what writers can get out of conventions and how to ensure that they make the best of the experience. (Even writers, it turns out, have to be reminded to bathe.)

Advice solicited from cat people

  • Dec. 17th, 2009 at 9:06 AM
Asyouknowbob, we rejoice in the company of three cats: Scrabble, the calico cat of all work; Mozart, the elder cuddleme; and Hexapuma, comic relief.

Scrabble prefers running water to drink, so a couple years ago, we bought a cat fountain. The fountain we bought had a waterslide design -- a black plastic mountain rising out of a central bowl. A pump at the bottom of the mountain sent water to the top, where it ran through a filter before running down the waterslide. The filter, and the reservoir bottle, were covered with a black plastic cap.

In the last month or so, Hexapuma learned how to take the cap off the mountain, revealing the filter pack. Shortly thereafter, he decided that drinking from the water around the filter was his preferred method. I didn't think that ingesting nylon/polyester fibers with one's water was ultimately a Good Idea, and so a Battle of Wills ensued.

Which culminated in the acquisition of a new fountain. This one had two bowls: the water bubbles through a hole in the top bowl and flows over the sides to the bottom bowl; pump and filter are securely enclosed in the base of the top bowl.

Scrabble has given this fountain the Calico Cat Seal of Approval. Mozart has allowed himself a sip or two.

Hex won't go near the thing.

He cries. He gets up on the kitchen counter to drink out of the sink. He sits mournfully beside the dismantled, cleaned, and dry old fountain (also on the counter). He watches in Great Amaze and Puzzlement when the other cats avail themselves of the free-flowing elixir in the new bowl.

I put down a plain bowl of water, and he did drink from that. He will sit next to the new fountain, but drink from it, he will not.

We're -- well, Steve, since he's home -- moving the plain bowl of water closer to the new fountain, and hope that Hex will eventually Get the Picture.

What else can we be doing?
I'm having another one of those days where if I woke up feeling this way, I'd go to the hospital. Ah, the joys of surgical recovery. At least it was day surgery, and I was fit to go home yesterday afternoon. For some value of "fit".

Under cut for medical TMI and general grossness. )

Overnight I slept ok but not great — can't roll in either direction, so I'm stuck on my back like a turtle, which is decidedly not my natural sleeping position. Today I'm uncomfortable as all get-out but mentally alert, functional, and in the same low-grade surgical pain I've become accustomed to lately. No more Vicodin, no Dilaudid, so I get to keep my brain intact.

But wow, what an exhausting day. And such a fool I felt, for no good reason, when I was being cared for beyond reason.

I love my friends and family, but fuck cancer.

My God, I'm good

  • Dec. 17th, 2009 at 1:46 PM
Last night I flung the duck-carcase in the slow cooker, with residual red cabbage and ginger and a star anise.

This morning I have dark rich flavourful soup-base. And cabbage and crevettes and noodles and chilli and garlic and soy and such. Fish sauce. Beansprouts. Om, if I may say so, nom.

In other news, as I reached for clean socks this morning, I thought "Didn't I buy new socks just yesterday? Sure I did. I wonder what happened to...?"

And came downstairs and discovered what happened to. They had been Mightily Hunted from the bag wherein I left them, and dragged all across the vasty barren plains of the carpet, and left mockingly on the doorstep.

Barry, I suspect. It's generally Baz who hunts trophies. Mac just hunts food.

Talking of which...

*zooms*

[photos] Your Thursday moment of zen

  • Dec. 17th, 2009 at 5:28 AM
Your Thursday moment of zen.

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Flooded equipment room, Lime, OR © 2002, 2009 Joseph E. Lake, Jr.

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The found art sculpures of Michael Johansson

Shadowbeams — James Gurney on an atmospheric phenomenon I've seen a few times. First time I ever observed this I was startled as all get out.

Mayon Volcano Threatens Major Eruption — Orbital image of a Philippine volcano.

Sun-Assisted DesalinationEnergy-saving process uses free heat to desalinate seawater. I love the fact that they built this in Vancouver, BC. Um...

A ‘Super-Earth’ with an AtmosphereCentauri Dreams with more deep exoplanetary coolness.

?otD: What's the worst thing you ever got stuck in your hair?



12/17/2009
Body movement: n/a (limited range of motion this morning)
Hours slept: 7.5
This morning's weigh-in: 226.2
Currently reading: Finch by Jeff VanderMeer

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