Jul. 2nd, 2017 08:02 pm
jazzfish: a black-haired man with a big sword. blood stains the snow behind (Eddard Stark)
PSA: [personal profile] uilos and I have split up.

We still love each other a lot, and it's gonna be pretty rough for both of us for awhile. That said, if you feel like you need to choose between Team Tucker and Team Emily, I suspect Team Emily will need the support.

Doubt I'll be replying to comments, but we'll see.
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Advice on how to play a gig, by Thelonious Monk: two pages of handwritten notes from Monk. "Don't play everything (or everytime); let some things go by. Some music's just imagined."

I Stopped Trying To Be Quiet During Sex & Here's What Happened: "I often forget to take care of myself, and to give myself the kindness I'd give to someone else."

When Your Greatest Romance Is a Friendship: "Maybe I looked like some nerdy gigolo or this elegant woman's attentive secretary. If we made no sense from the outside, it didn't matter. We were mostly looking at each other."

Snakisms: variations on the old game Snake, each inspired by various philosophical 'ism's (stoicism, asceticism, existentialism, etc). Hilarious.
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This year we're not really celebrating Canucksgiving. We had a quietish weekend at home, since [personal profile] uilos did *not* fly out to the southern tip of the Outer Banks in a hurricane. I am, however, drinking an Orange Julius in YVR and waiting to board a plane to SFO, and thence to DC for a little over twenty-four hours and then to Martha's Vineyard for the VP reunion.

It's a bit sad to miss out on an opportunity to gorge on good foods in good company, though. [personal profile] uilos is already talking about cooking a turkey for Yanksgiving next month. I am not objecting to this plan in the slightest.

The lack of a big celebratory feast makes the holiday feel smaller, more compact, more personal. I'm okay with that. The couple of things I'm most thankful for are pretty personal too.

There's [personal profile] uilos, obviously. I can say "Graydon has spoiled you for epic fantasy, hasn't he?" and she nods sorrowfully and then we spend the next five minutes talking about whether The March North ought to be labeled Book 0 Of The Commonweal. Such people are to be treasured, and you can't have this one because I found her first. (I mean, unless she decides she wants to.) Also, it is now and not seven years ago, and Now Is Not Then (something that perhaps she realised before I did), and while I wasn't looking we seem to have built ourselves a solid foundation for the next while.
"Only another fifty years,"
I say, "and then I promise
to let you go."
--Elise Matthessen, "Response ..."
And if Thanksgiving came in mid-September instead of mid-October, there it would have stayed, with probably some added grumbling about things that aren't as bad as I complain about them to be. Instead I get green-haired Erin, and what seems so far to be exactly the right relationship at exactly the right time. Erin, who patiently wormed her way past my defences, who thrives on touch as much as I do, who has become a Significant Presence in my life far faster than I would have ever expected. I am deeply curious to see the shape that this takes as it continues to develop; meanwhile, I'm thankful that someone who meshes so well with my quirks has dropped out of the north and into my life.

(I am not nearly prepared to quote poetry about Erin. I am barely ready to quote poetry to her.)

Happy Thanksgiving, all.
jazzfish: A cartoon guy with his hands in the air saying "Woot." (Woot.)
As previously mentioned, [personal profile] rbandrews and [livejournal.com profile] diadelphous came out from Texas for the weekend. On Friday they braved the flurrying snow and went into the District to wander through the Smithsonian, accompanied by [personal profile] uilos. I joined them all for dinner at Afterwords and we browsed the bookstore and got cupcakes from Hello Cupcake. (While waiting for them I had time to read It's A Book, which was very cute and also had a monkey.)

HC was out of the day's gluten-free cupcakes, which was a disappointment since half the point of going to Dupont was to pick some up so we'd have them the next day. Oh well. The cupcakes they had were delicious and totally worth the trip.

But why, you may ask, did we need gluten-free cupcakes? )

Sunday we got up and saw our Texan visitors off, and stopped by my parents' place for my father's birthday lunch. Then we came home and collapsed for several hours.

People keep asking me if I feel any different. The only answer I've been able to come up with is "Now I have less cake."
jazzfish: Barnaby from "Bone," text "Stupid, stupid rat meme!" (Rat Meme)
From [livejournal.com profile] nixve, Comment "WORDS" to this entry and I will comment back with five words I associate with you. Then you post this in your journal elaborating.
  • Games have many facets. Systems with rules that can be optimized, semisocial activities, entertainment, a source of friendly competition that's actually friendly, a strange way of telling stories. I've owned a copy of James P. Carse's Finite and Infinite Games for the better part of a decade now. Thanks for reminding me to slot it into the queue.
  • Books are nicer, more interesting, and less scary than people. (Except for 1984, which freaked me right the hell out.) My paternal grandfather had the back wall of his living room done in wall-to-wall bookcases. It's no accident that his house is one of the few places I can think of as "home."
  • Patriarchivore would be my nom de blog if I were to start / join a feminist blog. Because some things just need devouring, that's why. Rar. (As a side note, I'm sympathetic to the argument that kyriarchy is a better term for the situation.)
  • Love is vital, and it makes me happy. I'm not sure what else can be said about it.
  • Barefeet have been part of my life for a very long time. I can remember getting yelled at for going without shoes in school as early as sophomore year. I love the feel of grass and dirt on my toes and I love the way my feet can bend more unshod.
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[livejournal.com profile] uilos and I started dating close to eleven years ago. Even by the shortest count (from "officially started dating, this time") it's been over a year and a half. And we seem to fit pretty well together, so we figured we'd do something official-like.

Trouble is, neither of us like diamonds, and neither of us like the overtones of the whole 'buying a bride with an engagement ring' thing. So after a lot of discussion and saying "no that just looks dumb" (heart-shaped gems are simply ridiculous), we came up with designs for a semi-matched set of rings that we were happy with. And found a jeweler in Alexandria that was willing to work with us for a reasonable price.

We weren't really expecting it to take two and a half months, but Real Life appears to have intervened on the part of the jeweler. The results are definitely worth the wait, though.

(As to when we're getting married, eh. We'll probably be engaged for less time than we were dating. Probably.)
jazzfish: A small grey Totoro, turning around. (Totoro)
Ten years ago I didn't think I'd see today. I wasn't sure I'd see next month, really. I was something of a mess. I had close-geographically friends, but none that I felt comfortable talking to about what was going on. (Mostly because I was having trouble acknowledging it myself.)

Ten years ago was a week after Technicon and two weeks after a spring break I'd spent with [livejournal.com profile] scathach and her family. Ten years ago was my fourth semester in college.

Ten years ago I followed [livejournal.com profile] uilos back to her dorm room rather than go home and lie there on my own in the dark.

It's been a bumpy ride at times but I wouldn't trade it.

Happy ten years, babe.


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