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The general fund currently contains $60.  Everyone is eligible to vote in this poll.  I will keep it open until at least Tuesday night. If there's a clear answer then, I'll close it.  Otherwise I may keep it open a little longer.

We currently have three open epics.  "The Inner Transition" belongs to Polychrome Heroics: Berettaflies and needs $308 to be complete.  "The Higher a Monkey Climbs" belongs to Polychrome Heroics and needs $161 to be complete.  "Two Foxes" belongs to Polychrome Heroics: Iron Horses and needs $169.50 to be complete.


Poll #18724 General Fund for August 15, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 7


How would you like to distribute the $60?

View Answers

ALL $60 into "The Inner Transition"
1 (14.3%)

ALL $60 into "The Higher a Monkey Climbs"
1 (14.3%)

ALL $60 into "Two Foxes"
2 (28.6%)

Divide it equally across the THREE poems
3 (42.9%)

Poem: "What Makes a Hoard"

Aug. 21st, 2017 11:19 pm
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This poem is from the August 15, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] janetmiles, [personal profile] mdlbear, and [personal profile] callibr8. It has been sponsored by [personal profile] janetmiles.

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Poem: "Only in the Gift"

Aug. 21st, 2017 10:41 pm
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In return for a beautiful day and a truly stellar performance from the Sun God and Moon Goddess, I am posting one of my eclipse poems for free.  You can see some of my eclipse photos here.


"Only in the Gift"


I have seen the moon-shielded sun
and the Father God winking
as he turns his one wide eye
back toward the waiting world 

a reminder that we live,
moment by moment, 
only in the gift of
his infinite light.

Monday Update 8-21-17

Aug. 21st, 2017 08:53 pm
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These are some posts from the later part of last week in case you missed them:
Sunday Yardening
Poem: "To Appreciate Small Victories"
Heroic Action
Poem: "The Bamboo That Bends"
Saturday Yardening
Poem: "As Couples as Possible"
Crowdfunding Creative Jam
Poem: "The Whole of Civilization"
Bust of Lincoln Destroyed (54 comments)
Read "Absent the White Roses" by William Altolft
Poem: "Lycoris"
Read "Under Cover Fashion" by Bairnsidhe
Today's Adventures
Promoting a Better World
Hard Things
Poem: "Tricky Treats"


Today we saw the eclipse in Chester, IL. :D 3q3q3q!!!

The bonus fishbowl last week went well.




Poetry in Microfunding:
"The Inner Transition" belongs to Polychrome Heroics: Berettaflies.  Valor's Widow finds out what Stylet has in his backpack.  "The Higher a Monkey Climbs" belongs to Polychrome Heroics.  Pips gets worried about Jules and drops by for a visit.  "Two Foxes" belongs to Polychrome Heroics: Iron Horses.  Kenzie hears that the Iron Horses are going after the gaybashers, and feels uneasy over his own reactions.

Weather has been warm to hot here.  Currently blooming: dandelions, marigolds, petunias, lantana, million bells, snapdragons, zinnias, firecracker plant, white and red clover, morning glories, spiderwort, echinacea, blackberry lilies, Queen Anne's lace, frost asters, cup plant, black-eyed Susan, torenia, purple aster, rose campion, some yellow thing in the wildflower garden, thistle.  

Dear Miller Medical...

Aug. 21st, 2017 11:36 am
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(which is the name my address book has for this number), or Montgomery Medical Equipment (which is what your voice menu thanks me for calling), or whoever you are:

I missed a call from you at 10:21 this morning. I have been trying to call back for the last 10 minutes, but your voice menu always assumes that I know what your call was about, and hangs up when I press zero for operator. CALL ME BACK, and if I am unable to answer please LEAVE A VOICE MESSAGE.

D.O.P.-T.

Aug. 21st, 2017 08:16 am
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Arrived home to find somebody—presumably 4-legged—had vomited on our doormat.

Seeking a book for someone.

Aug. 21st, 2017 02:07 am
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I just saw a request on a community called findthatbook, which I am pasting below. I don't remember if nonmembers can read posts, but they can't post. Since I know that a number of LGBTQ people read my blog, rather than link to there I told the OP I would ask here and pass the information on to them.




gay novel from the early 80s?

I recently remembered a book I last read in the early 80s, but can't recall the exact title (or author) - I *think* it was called something like The Stairs on Avenue C but googling that and some keywords like 'book' 'novel' or 'gay' got me nowhere. it was a paperback about a gay guy in New York City (who lived on Avenue C?); and I vaguely remember the cover illustration was a doubling-back staircase - I think the cover was greenish. It was definitely no masterpiece and I think relatively negatively slanted; I can't remember if the protagonist turned out to be a serial killer or died, but that's the sort of impression I have. it was early in my discovery of gay lit, and I was gulping down anything I could lay my hands upon. and now I'm vaguely curious about it but unable to gratify that curiosity.


anyone have any pointers for where I might look?

Done last week (20170813Su - 19Sa)

Aug. 20th, 2017 09:44 pm
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The last pod has been emptied -- it will be hauled off on Wednesday -- so I guess that means we're officially moved in. So many things we really shouldn't have taken! (And a few we should have, but gave away instead...)

We decided not to go to Oregon to see the eclipse. Just didn't start soon enough; maybe we can get to 2024? Tough decision, but we hadn't planned far enough ahead; with the expected traffic we probably wouldn't have made it, we would have had to scramble to find someone to care for the cats, and the room was expensive.

A lot of overload/stress/depression/anxiety problems, especially Monday and yesterday. Yesterday was particularly bad -- I felt drained pretty much all day after a morning meltdown. I probably need to bunny more.

There are continuing problems with the cats. Bronx is still pretty sick, and Ticia spent much of the week hiding under the bed. We finally set Colleen up in the brown recliner, with her usual bowls of water and treats. That seems to have worked, or at least helped. She's still awfully skittish. May have to do with the kittens. Especially Bronx.

Notes & links, as usual )

Sunday Yardening

Aug. 20th, 2017 06:08 pm
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Today is sunny and hot, ugh.  I made it out to water plants and pick a pepper for Doug's supper. 

Poem: "To Appreciate Small Victories"

Aug. 20th, 2017 02:01 pm
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This poem is spillover from the March 7, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] kyleri, [livejournal.com profile] rix_scaedu, and [personal profile] sweet_sparrow. It also fills the "anxiety" square in my 3-1-17 card for the Disability Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. It belongs to the Shiv thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

Warning: This poem contains some intense topics. Highlight to read the warnings. It features prison inmates, group therapy, a show soup with some goat features including syndactyly and prey instincts, references to adaptive equipment, vulgar and intrusive talk, spitball leading to a prey reaction, refusal to apologize, speciesist language, discussion of disabilities, adoption issues, learning to compensate for a lost hand, and other challenges. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.

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This was our final full day here in Iceland, and essentially the final day of the "vacation" part of the trip, as the remaining days are travel to get home, with two stopovers scheduled. Knowing our limitations, we scheduled nothing today, set no alarm, and stuck to Reykjavik.

Althing Gardens )

We were unable to find in any of the stores any rain jackets that were (a) our size, (b) our desired color and style, and (c) not Made in China. In fact, we only managed to get (a) and (b) to match once. There were way too many things with DESIGNED IN ICELAND in big type and "made in China" either hidden in small type or left off entirely, where you had to ask the staff, who would admit that despite the way the stores' signage suggested, the goods weren't really made in Iceland, or even within the EU economic zone. Annoying. It looks like we may have to go back up to Salem, Oregon, and have some coats custom-made from a place we know there.

We did, however, find a pair of work gloves that was not Chinese made and will come in handy moving wood when we get home. Nearly all heavy work gloves I can find in Fernley and environs are all Chinese.

More about Parliament Square )

We walked back to the hotel and had a "picnic lunch" in the room, eating up the last of our supplies purchased over the past few days. I was also a Very Bad Diabetic. Just across the street outside our hotel window there has been a Waffle Wagon every day. Today I broke down, went over there, and bought a chocolate-and-cream covered waffle, which I enjoyed over a coffee back in the room. (The hotel won't let you eat outside food in their common room.) It was excellent. I'm rather glad I won't get another chance to have another one now. Mind you, with over 33,000 steps walked in the past two days, I'd like to think I've earned a few indulgences.

Last Dinner )

After that big dinner, and especially the desserts, we took one last long walk around The Pond, and then up the hill to our hotel. We took a different route this time, which took us by the British Embassy (housed in the same building as the German Embassy), then past a cafe located in what a streetside plaque said was once called "Red Square" because the coffee-house was a center of Communist organization in past days. For what I expect is the final time, we climbed up to the top of the hill and returned to the hotel.

It has been an interesting four days here. We've booked our reservation for the prepaid return bus transfer to Keflavik Airport tomorrow at Noon, which will get us there a little earlier than strictly necessary, but we want extra time. Our return ticket is KEF-MSP on IcelandAir Saga class, then MSP-SEA on Alaska Airlines first class, all using Alaska Airlines miles. The first leg leaves KEF at 16:45. I checked with IcelandAir, and there's a direct KEF-SEA flight at 17:45 that has plenty of room in Saga class. However, over the phone, IcelandAir won't change the ticket because it was issued by Alaska. The Alaska agent with whom I spoke said they can't change the ticket either, despite the availability, due to the limitations on how many IcelandAir seats Alaska can sell. They both said that my only hope is to show up at the airport and see if the folks at check-in can see some sense and book us directly to Seattle, saving a great deal of hassle and transfer at MSP. Fingers crossed that is works.

There's a pretty good chance that I won't be online here again until we get to Seattle on Monday night, after a very long day in the air no matter how you slice it. Knowing that we could only get Saga class one direction, we deliberately scheduled it for the return trip. At this point in the trip, I really hope I am able to get some sleep on this portion of the trip, albeit not so much sleep that I'm ruined for returning to Pacific Time.

So long, Iceland. It's been fun. I don't know if I'll ever get to come here again, but I'm glad we came. I think I can see now why certain persons were trying to goad some of us into bidding to hold a NASFiC here.
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The Best Trick U.S. Marshal Bass Reeves Ever Pulled on a Criminal
A particularly glorious example of “fake it ‘til you make it.”

facial portrait

by Eric Grundhauser
August 08, 2017



The American Old West was a fertile cauldron for myth and legend, producing such fantastical figures as Paul Bunyan and Pecos Bill. But while many folk heroes of the era may have been embellished-unto-fable, or completely dreamt up, the legendary Wild West figure Bass Reeves was absolutely real, even if his exploits sound like tall tales.

Reeves was one of the most remarkable figures of the Old West, serving as a deputy U.S. Marshal from 1875 to 1907, mostly in and around the regrettable Indian Territory, which once made up much of what is now Oklahoma.

(Click title for article)

Heroic Action

Aug. 20th, 2017 01:35 pm
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Three drag queens save a gaybashing victim.

"Growing up gay, I’ve been picked on and bullied and there comes a time when you fight back and you don’t care if you’ll get hurt or what happens to your wig."

<3 heroic speeches.

D.O.P.-T.

Aug. 20th, 2017 11:12 am
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Always something new. Last night an elderly gent with a catheter poking out of his shirtsleeve tottered in twice. The first time he wanted to buy 2 packs of Marlboros. I sent him over to the 7-11; he acted as if he'd never heard of such an establishment. Then a bit later he came back and wanted alcoholic drinks. I sent him back to 7-11. (Meanwhile of course I'm dealing with a 3-ring circus inside the store. And we really don't look like a liquor store inside. Maybe he was blind.)

Then I came home and the ginger cat was on the porch. He (I assume) took one look at me and left.

D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

Aug. 20th, 2017 11:00 am
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Saturday, so the park was even busier. In the morning the dog dragged me on the grand tour, so I observed a gaggle of young men and boys playing cricket on one of the baseball diamonds. A fair amount of hitting going on—the first crack of bat against ball startled her—but one youngster spectacularly flubbed a catch, so I moved on lest I bring more bad luck. In the evening there was a barbecue party being cleaned up after, but foil strings were left hanging in the trees and littering the ground, and another still in full swing, and a couple of young kids playing on the swings with their father's assistance were being astoundingly raucous, especially since it was an hour after posted closing time. And of course the basketball and tennis courts were lighted and in full determined use. A long row of fairly nice tract houses, with picture windows, face all of that. I wonder whether they like it.

Poem: "The Bamboo That Bends"

Aug. 19th, 2017 06:05 pm
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This poem is from the August 1, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] siliconshaman and [personal profile] librarygeek. It also fills the "family portraits" square in my 7-1-16 card for the Winter Fest in July Bingo. This poem has been sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. It belongs to the Officer Pink thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

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