Log in

No account? Create an account
20 October 2015 @ 02:12 am
September 3 - M-W WOD:
Bluestocking : noun: a woman having intellectual or literary interests.
In mid-18th century England, a group of women decided to replace evenings of card playing and idle chatter with "conversation parties," inviting illustrious men of letters to discuss literary and intellectual topics with them. One regular guest was scholar-botanist Benjamin Stillingfleet. His hostesses willingly overlooked his cheap blue worsted stockings (a type disdained by the elite) in order to have the benefit of his lively conversation. Those who considered it inappropriate for women to aspire to learning derisively called the group the "Blue Stocking Society." The women who were the original bluestockings rose above the attempted put-down and adopted the epithet as a name for members of their society.

May 2 (i.e., the day of the public celebration of the new Masters of the Order fo Defense) - M-W WOD -
Masterful: adj. 1a - inclined and usually competent to act as master, 1b - suggestive of a domineering nature. 2 - having or reflecting the skills of a master.

May 1 (i.e., the day of the investiture of the new Masters of the Order fo Defense) - M-W WOD -
Aficionado: Noun: a person who likes, knows about, and appreciates a usually fervently pursued interest or activity, devotee

I do sometimes think that the person who chooses the words of the day is either peeking at the SCA or at my life in particular. :D

Also - from World Wide Words - http://www.worldwidewords.org/weirdwords/ww-vel4.htm
Vellichor - coined by John Koenig to mean : the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time — filled with thousands of old books you’ll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured.

I love it, probably because petrichor has always been one of my favorite words and favorite smells and I am effectively addicted to the smell of bookstores.

And more of Mr. Koenig's words - http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/
Current Mood: geekygeeky
20 October 2015 @ 12:46 am
Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway.
   ~Nicholas la Bianca
Current Mood: pensivepensive
16 April 2015 @ 04:15 pm

This is from a comments thread on a friend's post... So much tasty, so little time to sew!

Silk broacdes and historic reproductions:

In German, but tasty:

wool, trim, other notions:


“Valediction, on Arriving in a Distant Land”
Eric Paul Shaffer

I am not one to travel with no destination. No city or continent
charms me with the vague glee of flight. Nor would I go alone,
for every day, we wake warmth to warmth, your breath in my ear,

my hand on your thigh. Yesterday, the planet bowed before us,
and cool distance clarified a curve measurable in miles, in feet
pacing dutifully through the world. I’ve crossed deserts and seas,

rivers and peaks from which the waters flow, the sun westering
and a moon pierced by sky while morning melts into noon. All
space intensifies, blue, absolute, definite and dismal, magnified

by our finite human measures when we mark our roads with signs
and lines and lights that regulate. Even now, with old mountains
at my back and a thin river lost in a valley of dust, I am with you.

The rays from stars cascade through darkness limitless and lit
too little. Light is slow beside the speed with which my thoughts
turn to you. And no world is large enough to come between us.
Current Mood: thoughtfulthoughtful
06 April 2015 @ 07:52 pm
Each moment is a place you've never been.

Mark Strand
Tags: ,
06 April 2015 @ 06:44 pm
Cause a little trouble. It's good for you. -Angelina Jolie

I'm not usually a movie star fan, but that's a statement I can get behind...
Current Mood: amusedamused
10 March 2015 @ 01:14 am
So, you may have noticed that I was essentially AWOL for November, December, and January, and there's good reason for that. November 1, I got married. The following weekend was TeslaCon, a big steampunk event in Madison. Then I presented in a conference in Arizona the following weekend. Then we had a weekend off before hosting the family for Thanksgiving...

Somewhere in there, I started having spectacular headaches. Initially, we chalked it up to coming off medications, since I had stopped my birth control because we want to spawn. I'm prone to hormonal migraines, so this made sense. But then they dragged on... and on... and on... I was having pretty much daily headaches and two or three migraines a week. Screen time made them worse. Reading made them worse. Moving made them worse. I was dragging myself to work, but doing very little else. I'd come home, exhausted, and take a nap before eating dinner and going to bed around 10PM. (NOT normal for me by a long stretch!) The house was getting to be a disaster, wedding stuff stalled out all over the house, I had hundreds of unread emails... I went to see my PCP in December and he sort of blew me off. I didn't go off on him since, yeah, I had been on birth control for a LONG time and maybe I was just not responding well to coming off of it. I still had not had a menstrual cycle but the pregnancy tests all said negative. Sometimes these things take months to normalize, he consoled me. Great. Months of headaches. Awesome...

Squicky girl-parts details you can skip if you don't want gory details...Collapse )

I called my insurance the next day - for added fun, my insurance had changed on 1/1/15 and I had not yet established with a primary, so I sort of had to take who was available in the next few days. I lucked out and the PCP I got was competent and kind. I explained my issues and he did a quick exam. There are a few things that can cause these symptoms, so we started with the easy ones. Pregnancy? Clinic test confirms no. Hypothyroid (not out of the question, since I already take thyroid supplements)? Blood test confirms optimal TSH level of about 1, so no. Prolactin level? Whoo, baby! We have a winner! My level was over six times the upper bound of normal. o.O So, the things that can cause an elevated prolactin level range from not good (pituitary tumor) to VERY, VERY BAD (prolactin secreting cancer... somewhere). This was Friday afternoon and I got scheduled for an MRI the next Tuesday, which is about as STAT as you can get without some serious life threatening type symptoms, so I was pretty tense all weekend...

Now, it also bears mentioning, that things had been very tense and busy at work. I had recently become the head of a new department (all existing staff, just reorganized) and it was extremely busy with end of year reporting/beginning of year transitions plus audit preparation. I was feeling super overwhelmed and upset (which, in retrospect, duh - crazy hormones) and almost quit on Thursday. Luckily, my boss didn't have time to meet with me until Monday morning, so I had some time to cool down and to think of strategies for dealing with the issues we have been having. So, I am in this super intense meeting with her and I have ENTIRELY lost my voice, so we are whispering back and forth (because she can't make herself talk in a conversation where I am whispering). We are trying to figure out a way to make it even POSSIBLE for me to continue doing my job when my phone rings and I look at her and whisper "Gotta take this, I'll be back." She looked shocked - I mean, who the hell walks out of that sort of one-on-one meeting? - but that was nothing to how she looked when I got back and explained that, no, really, we needed to get this stuff straightened out in case I had, you know, brain cancer or something. Holy shit, did that turn this meeting around! I didn't get all the things I really need to function well, but I DID get a temporary one day a  week admin assistant for faxing and filing and a change in my schedule so I could start at 10 and have 90 minutes of peace at the end of the day to actually get work done. She's still working on more help and more permanent solutions to the problems in the department, which will largely depend on how things go with our sleazebag Governor and his excreble budget. And, as I was leaving, she gave me a letter - with all the other things we had discussed, she had nearly forgotten, but I had gotten a raise. She was almost apologetic about it - she said she knew it wouldn't make up for the other things going on, but maybe it would help. When I looked at it later, it was an actual, for realsies, more than cost-of-inflation raise! That's the first time that has happened to me at this not-for-profit do-gooder job!

Anyway, Tuesday morning, we had to be at the hospital stoopidly early, but the Mister was a wonderful mate and went with me, even though he is less of a morning person than I am. The actual MRI went pretty quickly and the tech didn't have to re-take any pictures since I was super still.

Then there was the waiting.

And the waiting.

It wasn't even two days, but I was sure the suspense was going to kill me.

Finally, the doctor called, with news of the best possible option - a pituitary adenoma.

brain w arrow

I needed to see an endocrinologist to get the prolactin levels under control and to see if I needed it surgically removed. The initial appointment was for the end of March, two and a half months after the January diagnosis, but I lucked out and snagged an appointment off the waitlist two weeks later. (The nurse called and said "We have a cancellation available." "Great," I said, "I'll take it." "But I haven't told you when it is!" she said. "I'll still take it!" Luckily, my job is super flexible and I was able to drop everything and run across town for an appointment 75 minutes later!) My endocrinologist was also great and efficient and I got put on a prolactin-antagionizing drug. The first few weeks were rough - I skipped all the normal horrible side effects and instead got middle-of-the-night panic attacks. However, slowly, the panic attacks and the headaches subsided. Six weeks in and my levels are in the normal range. I won't even need surgery unless the tumor starts impinging on the optic nerve. I'll stay on the drugs forever unless I DO get pregnant and then I'll have to come off of them and hope for the best for a year or so...

Oi. So that's why I disappeared this winter. :p
Current Mood: thankfulthankful
24 February 2015 @ 12:04 am
My family has a tradition that when a girl marries, you get a piece of wedding ivy to carry in your bouquet. The ivy is a cutting of the ivy that my grandmother carried in her bouquet on her wedding day and that is still going strong 65+ years later. I was thrilled to have a piece for my bouquet and carefully brought it home so I could root it and plant it for my own home.

I had been waffling as to what to plant it in when I had a great idea - Some good friends of ours who are essentially who we want to be when we grow up (she's a medical geek, he's an engineer-y geek, they're both Norse Laurels, they have a bunch of very interesting children, and they have been happily married for decades) gave us a beautify Scandinavian pottery cook pot. It's beautiful, it's oven safe, its probably ideal for SCA cooking... but it's breakable and I'm a giant klutz. Events have random rocks and our kitchen floor is tile, so I've been too afraid to actually use it. Then it occurred to me that it would be an amazing planter.

Since there is no drainage hole, I lined the bottom of the pot with stones that we had used as decorations at the ceremony, topped them with some Perelite, and then some potting mix. So now it is sitting in the middle of our kitchen table, all full of tradition, memories and happiness. I am super pleased with the result.

wedding ivy 1wedding ivy 2

Symbols are important and this makes me very happy. :)~
Current Mood: happyhappy
21 February 2015 @ 01:12 pm
Sharing to save, as they say. Thora Sharptooth has a new webpage:
Current Mood: pleasedpleased
21 February 2015 @ 12:40 pm
Eeep! Saturday started with a moment of disbelief - This was really happening - I was getting MARRIED! O.o

Morning PreparationsCollapse )

The CeremonyCollapse )

PhotosCollapse )

The Reception, including my sister's awesome toastCollapse )
The "Bonus Reception" and the bouquet tossCollapse )

Greg got home somewhat before me, so I had to ring the doorbell to get him to come down and lift me over the threshold, as is right and proper. ;) There were additional smooches and squishes and lots of "OMG, we're MARRIED," but we passed out pretty quickly, since there was cleanup and a brunch to do in the morning. Weddings are a ton of work, a ton of fun, and I am so glad, for so many reasons, that I'll only have to do this once.

* Ending her speech with "Skol!" fit the toast Buffy had designed, but was also a nod to the speech I had given as MOH at HER wedding. I had stood up, given the speech, and then, being used to toasting SCA feasts, ended it with "Skol!" before thinking about it. I was met with crickets until my Uncle Steve - a giant dude with a booming voice - caught on and responded "SKOL!" from the back of the room and everyone else sort of petered in with a weak "skol?" I was explaining that for the rest of the night. :P
Current Mood: ecstaticecstatic