@emilyknits
Knitter, quilter, social worker, researcher, writer, educator, immigrant, race traitor. Cat person. Queer. AuDHD. Married GenX parent of a GenZ. #sts133 NASATweetup alum. Confront whiteness. Support trans people. Ka8enesgo (Amherst Island) and Tkaronto.
If you’re feeling lost and discouraged in the state of the world and wondering what difference you can make you should check out this Humble Bundle. Despite the text below it’s about more than just organizing it’s about surviving and resisting too.
there's so much bad in the world but there's also people who lift up and carry an elderly bat around every day so he can pretend he's flying again, and that's the part of the world I think is worth fighting for
BUY DIANE DUANE A COFFEE!? It would be an honor to us all who enjoyed the cream of the crop Star Treks book back in the day (💗My Enemy My Ally💗) and better wizard books than ole JK. ko-fi.com/dianeduane
Knitting update: I have finished the lower body of the Quesnel coat and divided for the sleeves. Knit the upper right front yesterday and started the upper left only to realize I forgot to cast on two stitches at the beginning of the right one. So I have to do that side again. Sigh.
when you win a small concession you just get to keep yelling btw. one time a local official said to me "you people are never happy" and like: correct! it is not our job to be happy with compromise! it's our job to be annoying forever actually
Paternal grandfather was a small-town banker. Maternal grandfather was an electrical engineer who helped design one of the first large-scale computers in the US at MIT during WWII, then ran the data processing division at the Bureau of Reclamation in Colorado until he died.
Ruth Buzzi followed me back on Twitter.
People do realize that positioning any serious topic as a distraction from a different serious topic is you just saying you don't want other people talking about anything other than what you want to talk about, right.
He let his life insurance policy of 30+ years lapse because *he* wasn't going to need it.
My father decided to retire at 58 and not tell my mother about it until after he'd done so. He was not one to think a lot about the impact of his actions on other people.
Today's goal: call my late father's old employer and tell them they can stop his pension.
A large brown tabby cat lies on her side in a shallow white bowl. The bowl is sitting on top of an antique wooden table. The cat is staring blankly at the camera. Her left hind foot is sticking out of the bowl.
Harriet. She is a lot of cat.
Both goals achieved! My teeth and I are clean!
Goals for tomorrow: shower, then a trip to the dentist.
A black urn with an image of three wolves howling at a full moon
God help me and my sister. This is the urn we chose for our father (he appreciated tacky)
Today is a rollercoaster. My mother’s birthday (she would be 84) and the day my sister and I talk to the lawyer about our father’s estate. It is also the day that I was officially welcomed into the community of artists on Amherst Island with a request to show my work on this year’s studio tour. !!!
I’ve taught and worked with many Iranians over the years. My heart is with all of them.
Good thing to remember online right now is that everyone here is very emotionally dysregulated and dealing with that by posting
She told me the children's names and how their father found their bodies.
"Mustafa: no head."
I think of her and her family all the time. She was so sweet and kind. And here we are yet again: the US dropping bombs on children. Inflicting unfathomable trauma for such craven reasons.
20 years ago I was teaching ESL at an agency serving immigrant and refugee women. One day a student from Iraq showed me her niece's wedding picture. After the second Gulf War started, her niece's husband came home to find his house bombed to rubble and his wife and all their kids dead. +
For transparency’s sake: I just deleted a reply to someone I respect because I do not have the energy to argue on the internet anymore. Did enough of that 30+ years ago.
Tomorrow's goal: hang out with the kid. (She arrived tonight for an appointment here in the city tomorrow morning. She's 19 and has been taking the subway alone since she was 11, but it still weirds me out that she is autonomous enough to just show up on transit from university whenever she wants.)
Star Trek: Starfleet Academy Is the Best and Most Important Star Trek of this Era
We live in a time of unimaginable horrors. The kids, as they say, are not okay. Society keeps failing them. Star Trek: Starfleet Academy holds up a mirror to their pain, their grief, and let' them know, it's not your…
Today’s goal of painting the bathroom ceiling is off because the new meds are making me dizzy. I put some more paint on the walls, though.
I have succeeded in today’s backup goal of vacuuming the living room. Tomorrow’s main goal is to put a proper coat of paint onto the bathroom ceiling. Should be okay with this one. Thanks for coming along as I claw my way out of a years-long autistic burnout.
The first time I saw this I laughed myself just about sick.
Three! Three area rugs vacuumed and furniture put back in place, ah ha haaaaaaaa!!!
The third one requires moving some piles of chaos. Maybe I'll just put them in a box.
Two! Two area rugs vacuumed, ah ha haaaa!