Archive for August, 2006

They Want to Send Me to Indy Again

August 21, 2006

Oh sweet jesus.

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Review & Interview: "Occupation"

August 21, 2006

Eric Joel Bresin, Clarion grad and Tangent reviewer has a review up of “The Women of Our Occupation,” (I am trying very hard not to argue with my reviewers…) and a short interview with me (my third!).

Have at it.

Gee, Ya Think?

August 21, 2006

The standard measure of obesity known as body mass index, or BMI, is badly flawed and a more accurate gauge should be developed, according to doctors in the United States.

Gee, you think that a random height/weight calculation that’s not adjusted for *actual* body mass percentages, let alone gender and fitness level, might be a bad indicator of overall health?

I’ve always considered it about as scientific as phrenology, myself.

How many more years are we gonna get this thing thrown at us before it’s retired?

Writing in Friday’s Lancet medical journal, the researchers from the Mayo Clinic College of Medicine, Rochester, Minn., found that patients with a low BMI had a higher risk of death from heart disease than those with normal BMI.

At the same time overweight patients had better survival rates and fewer heart problems than those with a normal BMI.

Some Stolen Goodies

August 21, 2006

Reversed Proverbs.

Do not Troll the Feed
Let lying dogs sleep

Wave rock. Kewl.

Check out some volcanic smoke rings.

(all stolen from Spy’s Spice)

Lazy Weekend

August 20, 2006

Took Friday off and spent most of the weekend sleeping, which is how I tend to deal with stress. Finished reading a few books that I’d been sitting on for awhile, cleaned the kitchen, the bathroom, vacuumed the throw rugs, watered the plants indoors and out, did the laundry, packed my gym clothes for the week, cooked some tomato soup and made a salad for lunch.

I gave myself the weekend to relax. One weekend where I tried really hard not to think about all the things I wasn’t doing, the things I should be doing, because I needed a break from gnawing at myself. I think I’ve been mostly successful. Lord knows I’ve gotten a lot of reading done. I’m hoping the long downtime will help kick-start my week. Jenn’s gone until the 28th, and then it’ll be September, and I’ll have another long weekend, one where I’ll hopefully get some shit done.

September.

Honestly, I’m looking forward to cool nights and a blanket of leaves.

Mmmmmm…

August 20, 2006

Whiskey.

OK, I’m only allowed to have one shot of it these days, but I’m learning how to nurse it….

Sugar, Sugar

August 18, 2006

My weight has stabilized! My doctor’s not putting me on drugs! My sugar is good! I got more free insulin! They stuck me with needles again! But it was OK!

It Sure is Dark in Here

August 17, 2006

I got up this morning at my usual time – about 5:20 am – and pulled out my mat and my weights and gazed out the big bay windows and realized… it was dark outside.

I’d been noticing the shortening of the days, of course, but for some reason it just really struck me last night, and again this morning. We’re losing the light. The summer’s almost gone. My god, what happened to my summer?

Well, three months ago, I woke up in a hospital. For three months, my whole summer, I’ve been doing… this.

The last couple of weeks, I’ve been pretty deeply depressed, suffereing from those weird moodswings that you’re well aware are crazy. The recognition is good, because it keeps you from acting on them. But they’re there, and in order to not act on them, you have to acknowledge them. One morning, you feel like you’re a loser and not accomplishing anything and you should just overdose on insulin and die, and by that afternoon things aren’t so bad, and you’re not bad at this writing thing, and then that evening life is shit again and you have no talent and you’re going to die alone and be eaten by dogs.

It’s a totally irrational way to live.

There’s been a lot of turmoil here, trying to restore my friendship with Jenn post-breakup, dealing with sugar levels and weight gain and the huge gaping hole in my life where my writing used to be. I keep opening up files and staring at sentences and moving things around. This morning, I wanted to burn The Dragon’s Wall and bathe in the ashes. And watching my summer tick by… going… going.. gone.

Jenn and I had a long talk last night, and she’s made some decisions to better take care of herself, and I’ve been working very hard at being more emotionally demonstrative (in addition to repairing our friendship, she has her own huge issues as well – she’s going out on the job market this year, and the world is full of fuckers), and some of my extreme terror died down. I had this huge fear that we wouldn’t be able to repair anything, that we wouldn’t be friends anymore, that I’d have to move out – somehow (god knows I can’t afford it) – and we’d never speak again, and I’d have to tack up my friendship with Jenn as one more thing I’d lost to diabetes.

Because, really, what a lot of this crushing weight has been these last three months is trying to figure out how I’m going to live my life; how I’m going to fit in the rest of my life around this huge chronic illness. And yes, it’s manageable, but I haven’t been totally sure *how* manageable. That’s something that takes a lot of time and experience and experimentation. Things are getting easier – I’m figuring out the diet/insulin dosage equations; I have a cooling travel pack for insulin that makes it easy for me to go wherever I want with my insulin; I have very few low sugar episodes that wipe me out for forty five minutes at a stretch; I know it’s possible to go to the gym and not wake up in a hospital.

And some of what I’ve realized, coming again and again back to the page, to the pages I wrote before I got sick, or pages I was writing while I was progressively getting sicker, is that some of the things I was interested in, the approach I took, the worldview I had, the way I felt, has changed. It’s changed a lot.

I don’t know that I can express exactly *how* it’s changed, but there’s something very different in me when I look at what I’ve written now, and more often than not, I wonder what the hell I was thinking, or I think of totally different roads for stories to go in than I’d thought I was going in before.

I’ve been listening a lot to the soundtrack to Solaris, because it’s haunting and creepy and it brings me into this silent, still place where I look out at the world and I can see that everything’s different. Not darker. Not lighter. Just… different.

People, you know, we don’t really change. We’re always going to be, at core, who we are. It takes a profound emotional experience to alter you significantly, dramatically, in a short amount of time. Other changes happen more slowly, they creep up on you, until one day you wake up and you don’t recognize the person you used to be.

It’s not so dramatic as that for me, but there’s some kind of difference. And it’s strange and it’s scary and I’m not sure what’s going to happen on the other side of it, but it is what it is.

I lost a summer, but I think I’m getting a whole other life.

Or at least, quite literally – another shot at it.

I Had the Strangest Feeling This Morning…

August 17, 2006

… that something interesting is about to happen.

I’m the Most Dangerous Kind of Feminist!

August 16, 2006

Do I get a cookie? Do I? Do I?

The Brilliant Educated Girl: This is a girl with one hell of a mind, and because of it she spends too much time thinking. Whether she feels she deserves more simply because she is smarter, or she was filled with feminist propaganda in an institution of higher learning, there is no greater threat to Man’s sacrosanct position as master than the BEG. To make matters worse BEGs are usually FAGs (Fucking Angry Girls). These girls are pissed, and imminently capable of furthering the feminist agenda. They often have a softer face in public in order to obfuscate their true nature. They may marry men, but only after they have busted their balls. The whole concept of proverbial castration is the creation of the BEG. Note that BEGs tend to be liberal with the occasional (fanatic) conservative. Conservatives are just too dumb to fall into this category. Kameron Hurley seems to fit into this category perfectly.”

Oh, how I love the internets!!!