missroserose: (Freedom on a Bike)
I biked down to the gym this evening to straighten out all my logistics for my start on Monday; while I was there the manager mentioned that I'd made an excellent impression at orientation on Thursday. So that's nice to know.

More importantly, I got a proper workout in for the first time since Tuesday (including my first dedicated ab workout in far too many weeks), and I feel SO MUCH BETTER.

I really need to remember that for me, especially when I'm stressed, exercise is not optional...
missroserose: (Hello Grumpy)
I'm sorry. I really want to do a proper writeup of how the Bike MS ride went down, and my trip to Jersey, and thoughts on my new job (did I mention I was taking a new job?), but between travel and work and new employee orientation and financial stress and job change stress and dealing with a sick cat and dealing with the various emotions surrounding the sick cat I frankly don't have a lot in me right now. This week has literally been:

--drive for seven hours, stay in hotel
--drive for five and a half hours (and get snipped at by a hotel manager while on the turnpike for 'destroying' their towel because apparently they're incapable of washing out a little hair-dye rub-off, despite my home washer and literally every other hotel's doing it just fine?)
--unpack and go to guitar lesson that evening, then try to get some sleep because next morning is
--new employee orientation and headshot photos for the gym I'll be working at
--new private client in the evening (who was lovely)
--two hour callout next morning that turns into three; I'm not sad about the extra money but it means
--biking home in a thunderstorm, grabbing the car, and probably getting a ticket from a red light camera rushing to my next appointment (so much for the extra money)
--second new private client (who was also lovely)

which brings us to this morning, when I have another callout (woo for hauling my table down four floors of stairs!).

Interspersed with all of this has been trying to keep up with paperwork for the new job and the new clients, trying to get antibiotics and food into a cat who's increasingly hostile towards both, as well as two separate arguments with Brian in two days. (He's facing down some stress at work as well as (bless his Japanese heart) taking on basically all the mental responsibility for increased expenses, and he's never been good with the prospect of loss (but then, who is?). We're working through it, but given how rarely we usually argue it's been a distinct sign of how Much everything is getting to be.)

It's also occurred to me that, since I've quit CorePower for real, one of my primary coping mechanisms is gone. So that's rough.

Obviously this is all temporary. I'll start and settle into the new job and be bringing in some extra cash. Brian's work stress and Dexter's eating disorder will eventually shake out one way or another. Pretty soon my complimentary gym membership should kick in and I'll get back to working out regularly. And for all that Brian and I are arguing, we're still communicating, which is the important thing in the long term.

Just, if I seem a little more absent/stressed out than usual, this is what's up, and I'm sorry.

(On the upside, I at least posted some pictures from the ride to Tumblr. It was a beautiful day and I had an amazing time. Thank you again to everyone for your support.)
missroserose: (Incongruity)
From state and national media:

Dunleavy vetoes $444 million from operating budget

Alaska Governor’s “Unprecedented” Higher Education Cuts Could Shutter Entire Departments

And from a more personal perspective:

The Human Cost of Alaska’s Budget Cuts: Stories from the Front Lines


A quick primer on the conditions leading up to this, for those who didn't grow up in my home state:
  • Thanks to the state's oil wealth, Alaskans have not paid a penny of income tax for the past four decades.
  • Alaska's been facing a budget shortfall in the billions for the past decade, thanks to fluctuating oil prices.
  • The effects have mostly been insulated until now by the state's reserve funds—record-high oil prices in the 2000s gave the legislature the ability to kick the can down the road, as it were.
  • The largest effect most Alaskans have seen has been a smaller Permanent Fund Dividend, as the government has been funding itself partly through what would otherwise have been the yearly payout.
  • Subset to the above, this is effectively a flat tax on Alaskans—everyone sees the same decrease in their income.  The problem being, of course, that it's a fundamentally inequitable system; the poorest Alaskans who depend on that money for food and heat see the same decrease as the richest, and are thus effectively hit much harder.
  • HOWEVER...for all that a state income tax is gaining in popularity (the last poll numbers I saw had the populace split roughly 50/50 on the prospect, which doesn't seem like a lot but is a significant change from the lopsided 20/80ish numbers I remember seeing in my youth), nobody in the legislature wants to be the one responsible for passing it, because they're convinced it'd cost them reelection.
  • Alaska is rapidly running out of reserves.
  • The current governor got himself elected largely on two promises—not garnishing the PFD, and not instituting an income tax.
So we find ourselves here.  A literal 41% cut to Alaska's largest provider of higher education.  The U of A is already a lean system, and one that does remarkable work—a lot of the cutting-edge research on climate change and natural resource management, among other subjects, comes from there—not to mention providing skilled labor for the local workforce.  (For obvious reasons of cost and isolation and better opportunities elsewhere, a significant percentage of young people who go to school elsewhere don't return to the state.)  And that's not even addressing the similarly devastating cuts to badly-needed mental health services, early childhood education, and state-run media and broadcasting.

As I wrote on Facebook, I feel a little like an expatriate from a troubled country, watching the self-destruction of its dysfunctional government from afar.  There's a certain guilty relief in being far from the front lines, but it's heavily tempered with fear for those left behind, as well as just plain grief for what's likely to be lost.  It's not the end of the world—Alaskans are nothing if not resilient.  We'll survive this, and eventually rebuild.  But it'll be a different place than the one where I grew up.  And as selfish (and perhaps inevitable) as it is, it saddens me to feel like I'll be a stranger in my home. 

missroserose: (Incongruity)
How I found the queer Christian experience in Good Omens

Aziraphale’s position looks very familiar to those of us clinging to non-affirming churches. He represses and is reluctant to act upon desires that he believes to be inconsistent with his identity as one of the ‘good ones’ {...} But he wants to think the best of a heaven that doesn’t really understand or accept him, because surely, by definition, they are in the right? He wants to keep his hands clean and fit in, he can’t allow himself to whole-heartedly pursue a relationship he feels is forbidden to him {...} Crowley’s story, on the other hand, speaks to those of us who fall away from the church entirely — he falls not so much out of wanting to, but because it was the only way to be honestly himself. Forced out of a heaven that didn’t like him questioning things, he ends up hanging out with the crowd hostile towards it simply by default, and is expected to agree that nothing he left behind was worth keeping. {...} And yet he still feels a profound connection to his pre-Fall past...

It’s been a long time since I identified as Christian, but this speaks strongly to my experience in large groups/organizations. I tend to carefully think through assumptions and rules and ethics, which makes me a bad candidate to join any group, because I’m unlikely to just sit and accept whatever tenets create the group identity (whether explicit or implicit)—I’m the one who always pokes at things and asks uncomfortable questions.

It's a useful skill, but it makes me feel more than a little guilty sometimes, because people tend to be quite welcoming in these groups, and I always feel like I’m accepting their hospitality under false pretenses—like, hi, my name is Ambrosia and I’m almost certainly going to openly disagree with you at some point, I hope it doesn’t end up being over something that means we can’t be friends anymore?

And when I do leave a group, especially one that’s been a big part of my life, I still carry a huge chunk of their values with me. Often, I miss the sense of clarity and purpose that membership in that group brings.

I wonder if this is something everyone goes through.
missroserose: (Freedom on a Bike)
Yesterday was World MS Day. I meant to post about it—this ride I'm training for is raising money for MS research and treatment, after all—but I found myself at something of a loss. I've never lived with MS (or any major chronic illness), never had to deal with the regular doctors' visits and scans and constant threat of a flareup around the corner.

What am familiar with, however, is wonky blood sugar. It’s a family trait, and one that basically guarantees that I have to eat a healthy diet of whole grains and proteins—if I don’t, I very quickly become nonfunctional, up to the point of passing out if I’m especially careless. Usually I manage fine by being careful to eat regularly and healthfully. But every once in a while something goes awry, and especially when I'm in the midst of training and running a calorie deficit, that margin for error is just not there.

Last week I got caught up in a project and missed lunch; after a half-hour of fighting the wind on my bike on the way to work, I reached my destination and discovered my keys were missing. Cue a minor freakout and some scrambling; luckily everything worked out, although the yoga class I taught that afternoon was unfortunately subpar (no surprise, as I had no focus). I got some food in gulps here and there, and by the time I was ready to head home, I finally felt more like myself.

Which was when I found that my keys had been in a different pocket of my bike bag all along.

Health is a tricky thing. We think of ourselves as unchanging, immutable beings, but the truth is, our capabilities are at the mercy of so many physical factors that may or may not be within our control. I think that’s one of the reasons I’m happy to be raising money for this cause—in supporting research for new treatments and cures, in helping affected people gain access to treatment, we’re helping a whole bunch of people reclaim their abilities and lives.

(Would you like to join us? If you have an afternoon latte you're willing to skip, you can donate $5 at my link here. Just don’t skip lunch. ;)
missroserose: (Hello Grumpy)
There’s probably something ironic in having a date set with your not-quite-partner to say “I feel like you don’t have room for a relationship in your life right now”, only to have them cancel on you (again) and send a very nice email saying “I don’t feel like I have room for a relationship in my life right now.”

empathy win, I guess.

Sooooo...

May. 11th, 2019 08:58 pm
missroserose: (Freedom on a Bike)
...I may or may not have signed up for a Bike MS ride this year to support the National Multiple Sclerosis Foundation.

(I did.)

Sources cannot confirm or deny whether this may have been because I have a giant crush on someone who has MS and is captaining a team for this ride.

(I do.)

But hey! Good causes are good causes, regardless of the motivator...or at least that's what I keep telling myself.

Although, really, this is for me as much as it is for the cause. Initially I figured it'd be a nice motivation to get out and about on my bike more this summer, but even just a few days in, I'm finding that having a concrete goal to work toward is helping me in multiple ways. There are several bike trips I've been thinking about doing but haven't gotten around to that I'm now actively planning for. Since my crush team captain lives in New Jersey, I'm reaching out in hopes of finding a local training buddy, and have one promising candidate lined up for lunch next week. And that's above and beyond day-to-day things like "motivate myself to bike to work even when it's raining and driving or taking transit would be easier".

Perhaps most strikingly, I've been in a bit of a funk the past few months, and this has done wonders to snap me out of it. I suddenly have so much more enthusiasm day to day! I'm not sure if it's having a goal to work for, or feeling like I'm contributing to something bigger than myself, or what...but it's good to feel inspired again.

As with any major undertaking, I need support in multiple forms. Most obvious is monetary—I've set a pretty ambitious fundraising goal, so if you feel inspired (and are able) to contribute, that'd be amazing! I could also use some advice—I'm going to be riding in the rain a lot more, so suggestions for waterproof gear would be super helpful. Encouraging comments are great too! Other than that...I'm not even sure what to ask? I've never done a major sporting event before, what do I need to know?
missroserose: (Kick Back & Read)
For the first time in months (if not years), I'm looking at my schedule for this week and it's...empty. I have my three yoga classes, I have a couple low-key social engagements this weekend, a haircut tomorrow, and...that's it. No massage bookings, no anatomy classes, no outstanding commitments.

It feels strange as heck.

I suspect my calendar will fill up as the week goes on—often people book massages in the same week if they can, for instance. But in the meantime, it's the sort of grey rainy gloomy day that's perfect for some hot tea and some reading and a little introspection.
missroserose: (Default)
Alas, this year I didn't win the dice-roll on the flu shot—the strain making the rounds doesn't appear to have been covered by the vaccine. Roundabout the evening of the 8th, I started feeling some vague prickling in my throat; that night the fever set in. Unfortunately, by the time I got to the doctor (I miiiight have been in denial about it just being a bad cold) I was outside the effectiveness window for Tamiflu, but at least I got the diagnosis so I could clear my calendar.

I'm now firmly in the "you get to do one thing today" stage of recovery. Today it was yoga. I walked to the studio, took a class (resting during some of it), then picked up a couple of groceries. Rather than walk the mile-ish home, I waited a good ten minutes for a bus to take me five blocks. (One thing the flu always does is give me a lot of sympathy for folks who deal with chronic energy-sapping illnesses.) Got home, ate, and promptly went to sleep—for what I thought would be an hour, until Brian woke me up a good four hours later.

I'm not sorry I went; something they don't tell you about training/bodybuilding, but when you're used to regular exercise and then you're bedbound for a while, your body hurts. I feel miles better, physically, than I have for a good week now. But it also meant I wasn't able to make it to the film festival I've been helping friend of mine put on. Which kinda bums me out...I was looking forward to seeing her triumph. But sometimes that's how life works.

Tomorrow my one thing is probably going to be getting my hair done. Wednesday I'm teaching two classes, and I think I should just have the energy...

Still, I'm doing some things that are less energy-intensive, too. I've been catching up on some letters I owe to people. Luckily I ordered some adorable stationery recently (thanks for the rec, [personal profile] osprey_archer!) so that's been fun. I've also been working on my Giant WiP of Doom, though I'm sadly rather far behind...still, March is a long month, and I've been updating weekly rather than all in one chunk which gives me a little extra cushion. And people have been reading, and leaving comments! Which is, of course, the point, but given that it's an unfinished piece that's clearly going to be quite long, I wasn't certain what to expect. So hurrah for successful serialization! Now to see if I can keep the momentum going, especially as we start to get into the murkier middle depths...
missroserose: (Show Your Magic)
Hello, Dreamwidth! This is mostly a flyby check-in to wave hi, and let everyone know I'm still alive; it has been A Week, my dudes. Some highlights (and lowlights):
  • I had my quarterly assessment with my yoga studio manager, and she said many nice things about my teaching and how it's improved, as well as giving me some useful and on occasion thought-provoking feedback on both my skills and my role in the community.
  • Teacher training has begun, and I'm getting a feel for how this group interacts.  So far things seem to be going well, although after holding Extended Side Angle pose for several minutes at a time during posture clinics, man was I sore.
  • I've been participating in some 1k1h writing sprints (a scheduled time when you try to write 1000 words in an hour) on Tumblr, as well as holding a couple of my own, and have managed to write over 9000 words so far on my holiday exchange fic.  Assuming I stick to the vague outline I have in my head, I'd say I'm about two-thirds done with the rough draft.  (Given that the minimum is 1000 words, somebody's getting a heck of a Christmas present, haha.)  It's been interesting—the person I was matched with has very different general preferences from mine, so finding the areas of overlap and ways to mesh the two is turning out to be a helpful writing exercise, I think.
  • Concurrently, I have been falling off on my guitar practice—frustratingly, it seems like I only have room for one of the two in my life right now.  I'm hoping that now that yoga is slowing a bit (TT is only one evening a week rather than three, and after this week one of my classes is dropping off the schedule) I'll be able to devote more time to it.  I heard an acoustic cover of "When Doves Cry" in class yesterday that gave me Ideas.
  • I managed to drop my Apple Watch on the tile floor of the studio locker room and smash the face.  Augh!  I have very mixed feelings about whether or not I want to replace it—I can get a replacement for $229, or get the shiny new model for $400.  But it's technically a luxury item—one that I use regularly in my line of work, but hardly a necessity.  And an expensive one to boot. 
  • And probably the biggest news: Yesterday I got my new tattoo!  I am so incredibly thrilled with how it came out—totally worth the three-plus hours of work (even the last twenty or thirty minutes of teeth-gritting).  Here's hoping the aftercare works as well as last time and it heals just as beautifully.
Life continues apace, let us all get out there and seize it!  And wrestle that sucker to the ground so we can have a moment's rest before the next challenge.  We hope.
missroserose: (Warrior III)

Autumn always seems to be a transitionary season in my life as well as in the weather, and this year is proving to be no exception.  For instance, in the next few weeks, I am:

  • Getting a new tattoo!  I'm super thrilled about the artist I've booked with, too; she does some gorgeous work and (judging by her instagram) is a motorcycle-riding hardcore feminist.  I think we're going to get on great.  Perhaps most tellingly, after looking through her art I have an idea for a third piece...but let's see how we get on in person first, haha.
  • Writing a fic for a holiday exchange.  I'm a little apprehensive about this, as I am the Queen of Unfinished Projects (woo for that toxic combination of ambition and perfectionism!), but this is the kind of situation where I tend to have the most success at actually finishing things—when I have a person with a particular set of preferences that I'm writing for, and a hard deadline to hit.  Both of those help keep me focused and away from the "oh but this would be so much better if..." tendencies that tend to strand me out in the weeds.
  • Starting my first bout of yoga teacher training as a coach-in-training.  I'm excited about this, but also apprehensive—I want to make this experience memorable and inspirational, but at the same time, I've only been teaching about a year and a half.  Still, that's how you get better—do something for a while, then start teaching others to do it.  I'm hopeful about the experience; I'm lucky enough to be working with a really strong and supportive team, and it's good to feel like it isn't all on me to make it work.  Collaboration!

What about you, fellow Dreamwidth folks?  What new undertakings are you engaged upon?  How are you feeling about them?

Ladyhawks

Sep. 29th, 2018 01:13 am
missroserose: (Book Love)
Today I wore wings in my ears for flight
And Dragon Girl lipstick: war paint, warning.
My hair combed careful, plumage dyéd bright
A warmth against the chill air of morning.

Today I took the train and saw imbued
The anger borne of centuries of compliance.
Our feathers ruffled even as we brood
Preparing for the heat of our defiance.

Today our cageless life does not suffice;
We struggle upward, jesses taut and strained.
The twisting twinge of freedom, froze in ice
But stokes within us fire long sustained.

Be warned: beneath fine feathers, bright-bead eyes
Our dragons’ claws drip scarlet from the skies.
missroserose: (Partnership)

Life's been, as usual, kind of nuts.  I was sick for a week (hence the spate of posting) and then felt like I was constantly running to catch up.  Still am, a bit, but I'm sitting down right now and that's good.

I'm toying with the idea of joining a holiday fic exchange.  I'm a little hesitant because so far I've been having trouble finishing stuff (I'm up to three works in progress right now, two of which were supposed to be quick one-offs).  But on the other hand, maybe having a deadline would help motivate me to accept imperfection, rather than constantly editing and reediting because I know that perfect fic is there somewhere.

On the upside, my connection-over-perfection mantra has been helping me quite a bit in the performance arenas.  I spent this past weekend with a couple of professional (and ridiculously talented) writer friends in New York, as well as my new crush (also a ridiculously talented writer), and we held an impromptu salon with reading and music.  I do feel I acquitted myself decently on the guitar—my efforts were far from perfect, but everyone seemed to enjoy the performance.  And getting to show off a bit in front of one's crush is never a bad feeling.

Along those same lines, I've been pushing out of my comfort zone with my yoga teaching lately.  Rather than writing out a sequence ahead of time and trying desperately to remember it all, I'm working on a more extemporaneous approach, having a few ideas in my head and taking input from people as they come in (i.e. "What would you like to work on?").  It's working pretty well so far; or, at least, I haven't panicked and left everyone hanging, though at times it's come awfully close—once or twice I wasn't even sure what was going to come out of my mouth until I said it.  But apparently I sell it pretty well, because I haven't had a single person yet ask me "so, what the heck was that about?" after class yet.

Last night I had one of my artist friends over for dinner.  I met him randomly in a bar in the neighborhood a couple months ago, and I'm so glad I did—he's extremely talented and loves designing tattoo art, in addition to being a generally intelligent and interesting dude.  I'm commissioning my next tattoo design from him, and judging by his initial sketches I feel like he's going to do an excellent job turning my random word salad of concepts into a work of art.  It's a little scary for me, because I'm so not a visual artist and I can't predict what it's going to look like, but it's also exhilarating.  And really, the stakes aren't that high—I don't have to get it tattooed if I don't like it.

Really, that might be the biggest takeaway from this whole letting-go-of-perfectionism project.  Ultimately, the stakes just aren't that high.  If I mess up a performance, well, I look like an idiot for a minute and then everyone forgets about it.  Same with a yoga class.  If a collaboration doesn't work, no worries, I find someone else to collaborate with.  I'm not a doctor, a lawyer, or in any other extremely high-stakes and unforgiving profession (thank God).  I can just breathe and...go with it.

...In truth, I feel like I have to keep learning this over and over.  Hopefully I'm making progress as well.
missroserose: (Show Your Magic)
After years of assiduously avoiding it (not out of any prejudice, just, I already felt like I spent enough time on social media), I've finally started using Tumblr. I'm still figuring out the interface (hot tips welcome!), and I'm kind of amused that I've apparently started using it just in time for a good chunk of the userbase to get fed up and start actively looking for other options, but so it goes.

I don't know if anyone here's on Tumblr, but if you want to follow me, I'd love to have you. Fair warning, though, I'm basically using it as an idea board for various creative endeavors, so you can expect to see a lot of The Lost Boys content on there for the foreseeable future. Though possibly also some more general writing- and music-related stuff, too...

As for my many and varied creative endeavors, they're continuing. I've been keeping up guitar practice more consistently than I have at any time since coming to Chicago. I'm about 25K words into the Giant Fanfic Project of Doom, which feels like Not Very Much given how long I've been plugging away at it (life has a tendency to get in the way), but at the same time it's more than I've ever done on any non-NaNo project and it feels more coherent than any of my NaNo projects, so I'm pleased overall. I'm also, now, revising a 4K word side story that might also be a birthday/thank-you/I-really-like-you present for Sky, my writer-friend. It takes place in the same universe as the main story and informs some of the events, so I'm calling it background development and totally not a distraction, heh. Plus, it's given me the opportunity to play around with a more lyrical voice; I went to see a couple of truly amazing author friends read at a fiction salon when they were in town and came away inspired, even if I'm light-years away from their level. I also have an invite from the folks running the salon to come back each month, which I may well do—they have open mic slots after their featured readers, and more than one person there told me how helpful it was with motivation to have that community expecting something new. Which sounds very much like what I need to keep going consistently...though regular attendance may need to wait for after teacher training.

Related, I've been coming to terms with the fact that my spare time in my current life is much more limited than it used to be. In a lot of ways, that's a net positive—I find I'm much more focused when I have something I want to accomplish in a small amount of time, rather than finding the days stretching before me with plenty of time to faff about on Facebook or what have you. But it also means that the number of plates I can spin at once is...limited. Last week Brian was out of town, and after several days on a creative binge doing very little but working and writing and playing guitar, I was beginning to feel a little depressed. I spent some time folding laundry and listening to a Billy Joel record, and when I flipped it over, "Vienna" came on, and man, I swear it was like Billy was singing straight to my soul. "Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true..." I was legit crying.

There's something about creativity that's more than a bit druglike. From the outside, it's more than a little puzzling, but the more you do it, the more you want to do, and the more frustrated you get with your limitations. (Or I do, anyway.) As I was saying to Sky, it's a good thing I have a partner who's willing to say "hey, I need you to clean the kitchen and run these errands that're piling up"...otherwise I'd probably turn into one of those Parisian expatriate authors who lives in a garret and spends weeks subsisting on absinthe and cocaine and the occasional croissant from the coffeeshop downstairs, heh. (Which would probably have me in a blood sugar coma within a couple of days, so, best that I don't!) So I'm working on life balance, too...which is probably going to be a lifetime's work.
missroserose: (Professional)
I've been really getting into vinyl lately. (Me and all the other music enthusiasts I know, haha.) For my birthday I went to a local audio shop and got their recommendation for a high-quality turntable...and wouldn't you know it, it came in purple. Clearly this was meant to be!

As it happened, ordering it was only the first step; once it came in and Brian started putting it together, he quickly discovered that the needle it came with was borked, and that the receiver we were connecting it to didn't have a preamp...a couple more Amazon purchases and quite a few magic hi-fi-fixing words later, however, it sounds every bit as good as digital, and arguably better than the streaming music I use for everyday listening. (Not really surprising, since the latter is compressed and then usually sent wirelessly from my phone or computer to the receiving station before being routed through the receiver...) It's set up in the second bedroom, which is where I do most of my writing as well as just hanging out in the mornings with my coffee; it's nicely soothing to put a record on while I do. And having to get up to flip the vinyl helps keep me from getting so lost that I don't get up for hours, heh.

I'm actually kind of pleased (and, in retrospect, unsurprised) at the vinyl renaissance that's going on right now. Streaming services are difficult to beat for sheer convenience, with their huge catalogs available anywhere you have an internet connection (which, if you have a smartphone, is nearly anywhere, especially in the city), but quality issues aside, there's no sense of tangible ownership in them. Which for lots of people is fine! But I've always enjoyed the self-expression inherent in building a visible media collection, whether books or music or movies...the fact that they take up physical space means that you have a limited amount of space for them, which makes each selection relevant, as well as the collective space they take up. How important are books to me? Movies? Music? How much space in my home am I willing to dedicate to them?

Related, I've been working my way through a collection of vinyl records that Brian's mother gifted us when we first moved in together (and have been lugging around ever since). In truth, if it'd been up to me, I would've donated them a decade ago, but they were his parents' collection and Brian wanted to keep them, so they've been sitting in a box in the closet until recently...and now that I have a decent player, I've been sifting through them. There's a lot of good albums in there, much of it (Jimi Hendrix, Simon & Garfunkel, Billy Joel, Fleetwood Mac) exactly what you'd expect from a couple of college students in the 70s, but some more obscure stuff as well. But even more, I've found a strange sense of satisfaction in that aforementioned tangibility; these are the literal physical records his parents listened to when they were younger than I am now, and something about putting them on my bright-purple player creates a strangely comforting sense of continuity. I've never been a big one for family heirlooms, never having been close to my extended family, but I think I'm beginning to understand why other people cherish them. I'm heading up to Anchorage for my yearly family visit at the end of this month, and my grandmother's promised to let me look through her box of vinyl as well. I'll have to ask her for her stories about it...hurrah for family!
missroserose: (Haircut)
I have very little to contribute on the topic of the news right now. But I get the feeling we could all use some cheering-up, so here's a mildly embarrassing anecdote:

Off-color content ahead. )

On the upside, I can attest that Lelo's toys are supremely well-designed both inside and out, so...if you're looking to invest, I highly recommend them!
missroserose: (Red Red Rose)
Surfacing briefly to say that I'm still alive and officially Moved In to the new place. For the actual week-long process of moving...let's just say that it's a good thing I love this place so much, because after two days of hauling stuff into a fourth-floor walkup, I would have probably thrown up my hands and walked away and become homeless otherwise. (And I'm pretty physically fit!) As it is, we hired movers for the second half and a cleaning service for the old place, and both were worth every penny. And we own this place, so we don't Ever Have To Do It Again if we don't want to. Thank God.

So far (all of a week in) there've been no major first-time homeowner issues, though there have been a couple of minor entertainments. The rehab was done in the 80s and the developer ran out of money halfway through the project, so it was finished by a different contractor hired by the bank to just Get It Done so they could sell the units...this explains why the bathrooms, dated as they are, are actually pretty high quality but the furnace and boiler installation could be generously described as "slapdash". The filter drawer for the furnace especially is in an awkward and unintuitive place; when we finally found it (which required taking down the intake grill and coming at it backward...and guess whose intake grill was screwed cockeyed into drywall with anchors that have already come out?), the filter was damn near *black*. I have a feeling the previous owners (who were here two years) never found it, heh. Hanging pictures has also been fun—it's a century-old building, none of the floors are level and so neither are the windows/doorways/cabinets/ceilings...so we're often having to split the visual difference between the line of the ceiling, the line of the nearest window, and what the level actually says is level, haha.

And now it's back to my usual crazy schedule...and somewhere in there I have to fit in the remainder of the unpacking, and getting invitations out for our housewarming party, and a bazillion address-change forms, and furniture-shopping...all of which is to say, if you don't hear from me for a while, I'm probably not dead. :)
missroserose: (After the Storm)
Closing went without a hitch, although goddamn that was a lot of signatures. Directly afterward, Brian and I went to Abt (a local home electronics superstore, like Best Buy if they had competent salespeople) and bought a stove hood and a new washer and dryer. (I am ridiculously thrilled about this, which I think means I'm officially an adult now, heh.) It's not like there's been anything wrong with the ones we've had in this place, but with the amount of laundry I do on a regular basis, having a set of high-efficiency front-loading machines is going to be amazing. Quieter, less water/energy use, less wear and tear on clothes and sheets. Plus, they had the electric dryer for the set I was looking at on the "display/return" rack for something like $300 off. Score!

This morning I went over and picked up the truly staggering number of keys we'd been left (the building was built in 1920 and there are a lot of doors in the common areas), and let the flooring guys in to begin the process of refinishing the floors. I also chatted with our nearest neighbors who have the balcony next to ours; they were thrilled to hear about the new washer/dryer, since the one that's currently there looks like it dates to the late 1970s and is apparently one of the few things they can hear from their unit. We'd met them before when we did the walkthrough, and I'm happy to report that they seem like sensible people; condo associations are always a crapshoot, and I suspect I sensed no small relief on their part after we chatted a bit and set off no immediate "oh man these people are crazy" alarms. (Which, given Brian's job, is something of a surprise...although one of them is a special agent for the FBI, so maybe somewhat less of one than might be otherwise, haha. We've already agreed that we need to have dinner some night so she and Brian can compare NDAs.) They've dropped some hints that other members of the association are perhaps slightly less sane, but we'll see if it's the kind of crazy we can work with. Fingers crossed.

Meanwhile, we've taken the past couple of days to recuperate, but packing is definitely looming. It feels so strange; we've lived here in our little rental for over four and a half years, which makes it the longest we've stayed in any place ever. It's been our first home in Chicago, and a damn good one to boot...and in exactly one week we're going to be moving to a whole other place, where we intend to stay a good decade or longer. It doesn't quite yet feel real, despite the thousands of signatures we've written promising to pay for it, heh.

I'm going to miss this place. But that's why I wanted to wait until we found a new one that I wasn't just okay with, but thrilled about—as much as I'm sad to leave this one, I can't wait to see how our new home comes out.

In the air

May. 31st, 2018 07:58 am
missroserose: (Incongruity)
Closing today (aaaaaaaaaa). Still not reading much, but I've been making my way through The Last Days of Judas Iscariot on loan from a friend, and man, I'm sad that I'm completely the wrong ethnicity to ever play Saint Monica. Giant Writing Project of Doom still going on. Also I've been making a new writer-friend who, while it's early yet to say, may well become one of my favorite people. (It's been a long time since I had anyone who enjoyed exchanging long-ass daily emails, probably because we're all in our 30s now and don't have the time, so the fact that we've been doing so a week now despite our hectic lives points to real chemistry, I think. I hope.) Tuesday night the anxiety insomnia finally hit, but while the morning was rough the day actually went pretty well and after twelve hours of sleep last night I'm feeling downright good. Writer friend has been gracious enough to loan me her personal anthem, which got me through yesterday and I think will be playing a similar role today. Even though (as I told her) I'm usually the keep-one-foot-on-the-ground type, there are some points in life that just require that leap of faith. "Stretched to the point of no turning back..."

(aaaaaaaaaa)

See you all on the other side.
missroserose: (Life = Creation)
To continue from last night's post: after years of admiring, I finally broke down and purchased a Kindle Oasis; not only are the ergonomics, faster processor, and higher-density screen meaningful upgrades over my several-years-old Paperwhite, it's waterproof for bath time! I have proceeded to name it Champagne Supernova. (There's a bit of Big Data I'd love to have: how many people have registered their Oases with Amazon under the name "Wonderwall".)

Project Keepon Reading is proceeding in fits and starts. It's weird to realize that something I usually think of as a pleasurable activity actually takes a certain amount of mental focus; usually it's low enough that I don't even notice it, but between home-buying and the Giant Writing Project of Doom, my mental spoons have been almost entirely spoken for lately. I'll open a book, read a couple of pages, and realize I don't remember any of it because my brain is entirely elsewhere. The time I usually spend listening to audiobooks is almost entirely taken up by music and character-playlist-making, both to keep up enthusiasm for writing and because it helps keep me from obsessing over budgets and HOA documents and closing procedures. I haven't even sat down at the piano in a week. I'm hoping that once home-buying and moving are done with (a week and a half to closing, two and a half until we start moving in), that'll return some mental spoons, but for now I think I'm more focused on what's directly in front of me.

As to the GWPoD, I spent a couple of weeks on the outlining/character sketches/scrapbooking phase, then realized I was putting off the actual writing part; perfectionism strikes again! I think writing (and re-writing, and re-re-writing) the slashfic that sparked this whole thing was a good preparatory experience. For so much of my life I've felt like my writing was a failure if it didn't come out perfectly (or near enough to only need minor edits) on the first go, so of course I had to have everything envisioned perfectly in my head before I could even start putting words down. No wonder I only ever wrote short stories. I'm at 4600 words now, almost all of which are likely to be cut, and I'm actually okay with that. I've been taking a cue from Chuck Wendig and thinking of my words as building material. (Using Scrivener helps with this, since each scene is a separate document with attached notes that can be moved around at will.) Once I have enough bricks to start building a structure, then I can worry about things like arc and theme and tone; maybe the final structure will look way different than I'm envisioning it now, and that's okay.

I've never tried writing this way before, and it's oddly freeing, even if I do occasionally freak out about how much time and effort I'm 'wasting'. We'll see how it goes long-term...some part of me is curious as to whether I'll still be this enthusiastic about it in a couple of months, or whether my enthusiasm is a coping mechanism to deal with the house-buying stress.

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