Arachnids (tiny ones)
I am sometimes interpreting the success of my container garden by the size of the spiders making webs in it. So far they are mostly tiny, pin head size, but I saw a slightly bigger one today and it was good. I also see a couple of cocoons tucked into my ice plant leaves! Few bees though; most of my wildflower seed mix plants dried up before they flowered.
@kioskwitch a father and son duo working in the late 1800s made hundreds of glass anatomical models of sea life and fruit and atoms, which were tossed out or left to languish in closets when sturdier plastic models became readily available. The Blaschkas were adamant that these were just everyday models and not very impressive but every single one looks like an art piece and they're gorgeous and accurate. Their techniques have been completely lost
Disaster preparation, blood donation, mass murder
I tried giving blood today, but I couldn’t because I felt lightheaded even just at the fingerstick for checking iron. It’s ok, and it was a nice way to observe the fifth anniversary of the Isla Vista incel murders with an effort at a gift, instead of thinking about them too much. But difficulty around medical stuff is a real weakness in my interest in supporting disaster response (both natural and human-made), and I hope to get better at this.
Happy to have made progress on repairing my duvet cover quilt my grandma made in the 70s with mostly vintage-at-the-time fabric. My mom and I talked to the fabric shop staff and learned the key is ironing fusible interfacing into it as reinforcement, *then* sewing in patches! My mom had a bit of 1949 interfacing that was fun, but this new interfacing product is amazing and soft and works well. Left it at my mom’s house to work on next time I visit; might write it as a blog post when I’m done?
This is the Eternal Bird Court poster that used to be abandoned in a corner of my office until I recently decided it was mine (by http://vickisawyer.com/).
Historical perspective on mass murder
I lived in Isla Vista and still love it so much, this odd half square mile of utopian dreams and poor planning and lovely parks and loud parties every Thursday-Sunday. It still hurts, after five years of processing, to open things like https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2019/04/03/world/white-extremist-terrorism-christchurch.html and know where my Isla Vista is in the story of alt-right murder.
Oakland’s Lake Merritt has a surprising number of shells and shell fragments on the sidewalks, probably dropped there by seagulls breaking them open to eat them. I picked one up and looked it up in this neat guide: https://www.inaturalist.org/guides/487 - it seems to be from a Japanese littleneck clam. I heard somebody say recently that identifying the name of a thing is a way of putting yourself in relationship to it, and that seems right to me for why it feels good.
Is there any reasonable self-hosted/non-Google way of making something like a Google My Map (annotated points on a map)? I’d be fine with software I need to run myself. Thinking about making a map of favorite places to recommend to people (and places I want to go but haven’t been to yet), and it seems more fun to do my own.
Climate change, disaster preparation
I've been working on improving the weather-sealing around the drafty windows and doors in my home, because the rain and cold and smoke were getting in. I subscribed to my city's emergency alert text message service. I've started keeping a little more shelf-stable food. I took a CPR and first aid class. I'm just some random person and I'm adapting, and it's a creepy feeling.
Climate change, disaster preparation
Friends and family are staying inside in Seattle with the snow problems, and it makes me think of having to stay inside because of the wildfire smoke here in November. We're getting a pattern of these environmental events of the stay-inside kind; people have to be preparing not just for rare major earthquakes, but also keeping some extra food and medicine at home (and remote work arrangements) for ordinary disasters, and it's weird and scary.
Earthquake class, Hurricane Katrina
We’re learning in NERT how to do searches of damaged buildings and mark the building with a big X with key information. I went to New Orleans with friends for an ill-advised spring break volunteer trip as a college freshman in 2006, and the Xs on the houses were so sad and eerie, and I can’t forget them. I know that I wouldn’t be the right person for the role of drawing the Xs if something happened here.
Thinking about homophobia (mainly historical)
When I make choices to actively inhabit and grow into the queer space available inside me as a bi person, sometimes I think about the McCarthy-era ban on “moral perverts” in federal employment, and the portrait of Pence in the lobby of my work building, and I feel very pleased to be fulfilling their fears.
Things I learned in earthquake class
Tonight at NERT I practiced helping move heavy debris using a lever and “cribbing” (support material to prevent the thing from falling again). It’s really fun to learn simple ways to potentially save people’s lives after a bad earthquake, and it weirdly makes me feel more connected to the geology of this place.
Government tech work, local history + queer history, feminist makerspace stuff, infrastructure/buildings, fanfic, scavenger-gardening, playing harp. she/her.
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