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Feb. 17th, 2019 12:57 pm
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Noah’s Garden: Restoring the Ecology of our own Back Yards, by Sara Stein. Houghton Mifflin Company, 1993


‘Noah’s Garden’ was one of the early books advocating using native plants and gardening for the wildlife. Stein relates, in wandering fashion, the long process she and her husband undertook of returning a large site to something sustainable and critter friendly- both macro and micro. She shows the problem with having a lawn instead of a meadow, and with planting exotic (non-native plants) to the exclusion of natives. Not having a landscape that provides food and shelter to native insects, birds, and mammals means that pest species numbers just explode with nothing to keep them in check. And that point is where people end up reaching for the spray gun.


It’s a very interesting book for the most part, although it bogs down near the end and I started skimming for a while. There are sources that go into more detail about meadows, pest species, and gardening for wildlife available now, but it’s a nice starting point. Four stars.

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From Free Solo, here's Alex Honnold explaining the Boulder Problem, the crux of the route he's planning to solo, which occurs about two-thirds of the way up a three-thousand-foot wall:

Swim lessons

Feb. 17th, 2019 03:57 am
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I didn't write in here about the fact that I've signed up for one-on-one swim lessons at the Y with an instructor who has experience with adults who are afraid of the water. My first class with her is on Tuesday. I'm very excited about it. At my first lesson, I'm going to take my swim cap with me and see if she can help me figure out how to put it on, because I can't figure it out.

I'm high on gabapentin right now. It doesn't stop me from thinking, just makes me think very strangely and have to fix lots of typos. Lots of words get a wobbly red line underneath them to tell me that they aren't real words, so I know to fix them. Perhaps when I take too much gabapentin I just create a new language full of words with wiggly red lines underneath.

I have to make sure not to write anything to my brother on Facebook later today while I'm still high on gabapentin. He re-posted a memory of a post from last year at this time, which was just a few weeks after I stopped talking to my mom. His post said:

Every story has 2 or more sides.. One side may be true, all may be true, all may even be false.. Manipulation works this way. The only truth is considering all sides, trusting your gut & let wisdom be your guide.

I feel a little defensive, reading this, because he never let me tell him my side of the story regarding what happened between me and our mom. I totally understood and respected his desire to stay out of it and not be caught in the middle. But I'm sure my mom didn't respect that desire, and I'm sure she constantly bombarded him with diatribes against me. So I feel like he got her side of the story, but not mine. He writes that "The only truth is considering all sides," but he never heard my side, so how can he consider it? At the same time, he mentions "manipulation," so he might have recognized some of what was going on from my mom's side. There's no way for me to understand what he was thinking at the time or what he's thinking now.

I am NOT going to write anything to him about this issue while I'm high on gabapentin. In all honesty, I'm not going to write to him about it at all, because I still respect his request for me to not talk to him about it. I'm not sure what our relationship will be in the future. We have very little contact currently. I'm not sure what he thinks of me or what he wants from our relationship. I'm not sure what I think of him or what I want from our relationship.

But, no matter what, now is not the time. I'm high on gabapentin. I'm not thinking right. I really should just put some more stuff on my foot that is lawful in California but not federally approved, which helps a lot with my pain, and then I should go back to bed before I do anything stupid.

[Speaking of doing something stupid, I half-way woke up at 8am and remembered I'd written a really stupid post about the effects of gabapentin in a community I follow. A community that really really has nothing to do with gabapentin. I'm sure lots of people had seen it before I got a chance to delete it, but I jumped up and put my robe on and ran to the computer to delete it anyway. The damage is done, at least partly, but at least it won't live on for posterity. There's probably only a few thousand people who think I look like a moron.]

Scary lack of brain

Feb. 17th, 2019 01:03 am
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At midnight tonight, I accidentally took an extra 100 mg of gabapentin, my nerve pain medication that makes me loopy when I take too much. My current dosage, which works well for me, is 300 mg/day. I'm not loopy on that dosage, and it seems to help with the nighttime pain.

But now I took an extra 100 mg. Which means I'm gonna be loopy as heck tomorrow. I can already feel it starting to take effect. I'm getting loopy already and having to fix a lot of typos.

The truly scary thing is that I very nearly took 300 mg of extra gabapentin. I had the 3 pills in my mouth, had put the water in my mouth, and was ready to swallow, then I thought, "Wait. I probably took the 200 mg at lunch, so I don't need those. I only need the dinner one." So I spit out two of the pills and only took the one.

Imagine if I had taken all 3 of those pills. If I had taken 300 extra mg of gabapentin, literally DOUBLE my usual dose. I don't know what would have happened. I might have actually overdosed. I don't know. It's just scary to think that I had all three of those pills in my mouth and was so close to swallowing them. I shouldn't deal with my pills at midnight.

UK people: mark your calendars

Feb. 17th, 2019 08:44 am
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23rd March -- People's Vote march

They've not yet finished their accessibility guide but there's going to be a short route option:


And they need volunteers, if anyone wants to be a marshal.

There might even be a plan:

The Guardian: Remainers plan mass march and key vote in last days before Brexit: Cross-party alliance aims to build pressure on MPs in the run-up to 29 March

Anyway, whether this is a turning point or the last stand before the zombie apocalypse dystopia: time to work on our placards.
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This is the other review I wrote last weekend, and as with the other I'm satisfied that I got down in writing what I wanted to say.

That what Max Richter was doing with Vivaldi was conceptually identical to what Luciano Berio used to do with Schubert, Monteverdi, et al, despite the very different compositional styles, is something that occurred to me while listening to it. The next thought, of course, was that I like Richter's way of doing it much better. The line about Berio just getting grubby fingerprints all over his betters' music comes from a comment I once made to a post on Berio by the late Alan Rich. He replied that he admired the quality of Berio's mind. I don't; but I do admire the quality of Richter's.

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Feb. 16th, 2019 02:56 pm
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Daughter of Moloka’I, by Alan Brennert. St. Martin’s Press, 2019


We first meet Ruth in an orphanage on Oahu, the half Japanese, half Hawaiian daughter of occupants of the Moloka’I leper colony. Over the course of 54 years, from 1926 to 1970, we follow her life as she is adopted by a Japanese family who move to California to farm. Of course, come Pearl Harbor, they are put in an internment camp and later have to start over in the aftermath. Ruth is contented with her life; she loves her parents and is starting a family of her own. Then, out of nowhere, a letter arrives from Rachel – her birth mother. Will Ruth want to meet the woman who gave her up when she was one year old? Can she love both her birth mother who she doesn’t remember and her adoptive mother, the only other she’s known? Can she even understand the woman who gave her up- and who lived a significant amount of her life in the leper colony?


The characters are mostly well drawn and three dimensional. The author brings places to life, too- the islands, central California, the internment camps. I think this description of the inhumanity of putting people in internment camps like animals comes at a time when the US is doing the same thing all over again, and I hope it will make some difference in the minds of readers. Five stars.

It’s true!

Feb. 16th, 2019 07:57 am
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Rap music is used to get people hooked on drugs. [Central Maine]


Feb. 15th, 2019 11:31 pm
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1. Oops, after the hassle replacing my driving license last summer I still have to renew the thing this year as well, don't I? Online appointment list not quite as long as last year; still, I decide to visit the office that opens at 7 AM. Lines not quite as long there as last year either. There's been much news recently about how they'd been asking for only one address-confirming document (utility bill, etc.) where the feds require two. One's what I'd given last year, so I bring along all my documentation again, because the web site implied I should, but nobody ever asks for it. At the last station when they tell me I'm done, I ask. Oh, there's another window for that. Give them my second document, they photocopy it, done.

2. Tybalt's most endearing flaw turns out to be that he loves to lick me. B. too, but especially me. Skin, hair. Raspy tongue, incessant, not a couple dabs. He'll only nestle quietly in my arms if I'm long-sleeved and no skin is within his reach, including my hands. When I get into bed, he gets off where he'd been sitting quietly atop B. and comes over to lick me, and he will not be dissuaded. Not only will this rub me raw, but I can't sleep with that going on. So I have to get up, pick him up, throw him out, and shut the door, every time.

2a. When he is resting in my arms, I notice another characteristic new to me: He purrs silently. You can feel it, but you can't hear it.

3. Diogenes' search for a non-spicy Indian restaurant continues. Place with the extremely tasty but perfectly mild lunch buffet turns out to be not nearly so restrained for dinner. Even if the menu doesn't mark it as spicy, even if you ask for mild. I try it too and it impresses even me: no surface burn, but an impressive dig underneath. Stop at ice cream parlor on the way home for something to cool the mouth. Who makes cookie-dough ice cream with no lumps in it? This place.

4. At work at the synagogue library, we've been wrestling with the problem of what to do with high-quality but superfluous (for our collection) donated books. Latest idea: Install a "take a book" box down by the classroom wing. Custodial staff put it up. Looks like a birdhouse on a pole. Our committee artist has painted it with the tree of life. Yesterday is the dedication. I need to stop by work anyway, so I show up. It's raining, but it looks like the books we've put inside this miniature shuk will stay dry. Rabbi thinks a bit. Despite the claims of Fiddler on the Roof, there isn't a special blessing for everything. Decides to have us sing the Shehecheyanu, the most all-purpose Jewish prayer, praising God for letting us experience whatever it is that's going on. Then we eat strawberries dipped in chocolate.

5. [personal profile] andrewducker thinks the trailer for the Tolkien bio-pic is going to make a few people's heads explode. No, it only makes my head hurt. It looks agonizingly precious.

HBO War Week 2019

Feb. 15th, 2019 02:08 pm
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Banner for HBO War Week 2019.

Link: [community profile] easycotroopers (AO3 collection)

Description: HBO War Week is an annual low-pressure prompt meme for Band of Brothers, The Pacific, and Generation Kill. Each day of one consecutive week is dedicated to a one-word prompt.

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