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Back in April at Norwescon I promised some wonderful woman I would send her a list of my linguistics resources from the classes I took. I never, ever did that because I fail at such things all too often.

So now, to correct for it, here are the titles I promised.



Books:




Essays, Excerpts, and Articles:
neversremedy8: (Mr Flibble is Very Cross)
I used to like using eHow articles for certain projects or gaining insight into the methods people employ to do . . . almost anything. But now that I get paid to write articles for eHow, I don't trust the ones I find on the site. Wow. Talk about an obvious case of undervaluing myself and my work.

Coming to "voice" this (I haven't said it out loud, but writing it is as good as . . .), I suddenly realize how often I have done that. Any place willing to employ me for skills I don't think are up to snuff must not be very good. At least, that's the underlying message I'm telling myself when I don't trust that other eHow articles are worth their salt, despite using several in the past to work on crafts or other manual projects.

Also, I'm feeling embarrassed about oversharing on someone else's blog. Things I've never said in a public forum are now copied and multiplied across several mirror sites, and I don't know if it would do any good at all to just erase them. It's a truth that makes people uncomfortable, and it probably doesn't need to be spoken. I've contacted the individual running to blog to see if he would like me to remove my comment, but . . . the damage, at least to those who didn't need to know that, is done. I don't even know why I thought it was a good idea to bring it up. Exhaustion?

For anyone who doesn't know it, I've had a trying week (1, 2, 3), and this morning is not looking any better. Ana was caught playing on her laptop with only two days left until she gets video games back. There's another week added on. And Taigil has a gash on his back left paw that I have to monitor and clean every hour to make sure it doesn't get infected.

I also feel run down today, and there's a lot for me to do. Having a clean environment would make me feel better. Finding the energy and strength to get through the cleaning is a major challenge today.

I know I haven't been posting here much. The holidays made it all the worse for me to try to get any connecting done online, and I'm now posting and updating in far too many places. If you are curious, I'm posting most in the following:

http://willowandbirch.wordpress.com (homeschooling blog)
http://neversremedy.wordpress.com (where I'm hosting the "Improving Raven Project" updates)
http://www.facebook.com/neversremedy/

If you come to my LJ directly, I have all (or at least most) of my relevant links on the left hand side panel. I apologize to all of my friends here who have stuck by me on LJ; I come from time to time to read, and I know I don't comment often, but most of my time on LJ these days is logged in at my writing journal. My co-author and I are almost done with draft zero of book 3, and then we'll put the finishing touches on book 1 with one fierce, glorious editing pass that'll leave us frothing at the mouth for weeks, and then we'll present it to an agent.

I'm rather nervous about this prospect, and if I don't get over my undervaluing ways soon, I might end up not trusting anything the publisher sells if they also sell my work . . . and that's just self-defeating, but I am my best saboteur, it would seem.

How does one defeat oneself in order to preventing defeating oneself?

Link Dump

Aug. 7th, 2009 11:51 pm
neversremedy8: (Brains!)
Too many links that are going to get lost if I don't put them here NOW.

Angsty soapbox girl has much to rant about:

Some idiot scientist needs to keep his mouth shut about sex without condoms even if it is medically accurate info. And revoke his kilt license, too. Remember gents, go commando in your kilts, not your quilts. Yes, of course it's evolutaionarily programmed into us to feel better when our girly bits are shot full of happy penis juice. I know it, she knows it, they know it, even a lot of lesbians have come to know (pun intended). But considering the dangers of spreading that info around to the happy-fuck-bunnies who keep getting told condoms are bad, or aren't being told about condoms at all and have no sense of responsibility regarding where they stick their genitals? SHUT THE FUCK UP. When we've found a cure for AIDS and all it requires is snuggling kittens, then you can go spouting the truth, but until then, seriously ... SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Oh yeah, and Mississippi? This includes you. Come kiss my no-no square and show the kids other ways of pleasuring themselves besides rubbing their thighs together and taking it up the ass bareback, shall we? By the way, I know it's called a "box," but that's just slang ... my mango ain't square in any sense of the word.

Is it Monday yet? 'Cause I feel like some fucking zen
neversremedy8: (Death by Knives)
Before I go collapse in bed with a good book (Pull of the Earth, look it up if you like digging in the dirt with kids or care about educational reform), I wanted to make note of some links that I've had open for a while and hadn't said anything about:

This is the link to "How Humans Evolved" chapter summary of the textbook that I would have read had I already taken BIO A 201, the prereq for my current class BIO A 477. For anyone interested in a quick and well-written summary of a biological look into primates and the evolution of humans, this is quite interesting. It certainly helped me as a prep for my current class, as did the talk with my father on Christmas Eve about anisogamy (the fascinating process that lead to two genders/gametes). If you have homeschooled children, it might be nice to show them this as part of their biology work.

Juan Crisostomo Arriaga is known as the Spanish Mozart. I heard a piece of his music on 98.1 about a month ago and fell in love. I believe it was his String Quartet No. 1, but I'd have to find it and hear it again to be sure.

Sex in Ancient Civilizations. Need I say more?

Shapely Prose: "But Don't You Realize Fat is Unhealthy?"

Laura Bennett:
My War Against Food Nazi Moms [To note, Ana is not allowed to have Pop Tarts or Cheetos, but can have organic toaster pastries and Trader Joe's all natural Cheese Crunchies.]

Waistlines: Maybe It is a Choice After All

Shapely Prose: Special Delivery from the Duh Truck
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Polly & Wally, the ultimate poly snark movie, via [livejournal.com profile] dot_poly_snark

This morning on the Shrub front:
America Starts Production on Plutonium
Rumsfeld Says: Iraq War? 12 More Years!

(Even though these were the headlines on two Seattle newspapers, they were a bitch to find online!)

Rumsfeld Flip-Flop

Cape Cod paper shows chance of draft supposedly unlikely. (dated the very day it was slated to be reinstituted)

Your Slanguage Profile

Aussie Slang: 50%
Canadian Slang: 50%
Prison Slang: 50%
British Slang: 25%
Southern Slang: 25%
Victorian Slang: 25%
New England Slang: 0%



Ha! I'm 225% I knew the New England slang, but it wasn't the first thing that came to mind.

Quiz:

(no cheating!)



  1. Falling Actor Dust    Answer: Star
  2. Broken Clear Eye    Answer: Glass
  3. Skunk Kings Boiled

  4. Widow Bite Monkey

  5. Bass Complex Sleep

  6. Coin Quick Spoon

  7. 68 Total; No cheating! Answer in comments before reading others. )

    My answers are here.
neversremedy8: (Think Kink!)
Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] naamah_darling and this quote in metaquotes, I now have knowledge of Sloganizer.com.

And it's come up with some interesting ones already:

«I believe in Think Kink.»
(That I do.)

«You can't stop Think Kink.»
(We're a force to be reckoned with.)

«One goal, one passion - Think Kink.»
(How true. This should be our mission statement.)

«Think Kink. We build smiles.»
(This is my favorite so far.)

«Think Kink - as good as it gets!»
(And it's the best exercise you could ask for!)

«Pure ThinkKink.net. Pure Power.»
(for the dominant readers)

«For the love of Think Kink.»
(my web site is now a deity)

«Think Kink innovate your world.»
(Ha!)

«Think Kink for a professional image.»
(*Sputter* Only if that's your kink, of course. ;) )

«Think Kink is your safe place in an unsafe world!»
(We're all about safety, and safewords.)

«I wouldn't leave the house without Think Kink.»
(We give our customers confidence in their kink knowledge.)

«Everyone loves Think Kink.»
(Or at least they ought to.)

«Think Kink - your game.»

«Think Kink strikes back.»
(Ooh, double entendre!)

... and finally:

«Think Kink - play it!»
(That's what it's all about. Good, clean play.)


And yay! Just when I'd forgotten my gmail name and such, and thought I wouldn't be able to use my account (it seemed appropriate for some emailing, especially when certain computers block AOL from me), I get a message on AOL from the gmail team that I haven't been very active, and they sent me my name! *dance of joy* Apparently I chose the name mme.calico@gmail.com. No wonder I couldn't remember it--I've never used it before, and I've made myself a married woman! *laughs* Ah well, 'tis done. I couldn't very well be "mlle" because it brings up memories of [livejournal.com profile] perse, and I wasn't sure how to abbreviate Maitresse. *sighs* We'll assume the "madame" is in reference to my desire to run a brothel.

EDIT: Ok, I'm not done with the Sloganizer.

But I'll cut this to spare you. What happens when my various online/real names are put in and even MY CUNT! (Favorites are in bold) )
neversremedy8: (I Want It All)


Yes, that's Travis Fimmel, from the short-lived Tarzarn: the Series being asphyxiated.

help me.
neversremedy8: (Live the Dream)
I commented in this entry at [livejournal.com profile] metaquotes about the uses of duct tape and keeping babies' hats on their heads. [Please read entry first.] I just had to comment, being an experienced duct taping parent:
Duct tape comes in quite handy when rearing children. First, it's to keep things on them (i.e. hats, shoes, socks, diapers) or them on other things (i.e. high chair, car seat), then you use it to bind their hands to keep them off of things (i.e. any crystal figurines, star wars action figures in pristine condition, or anything that's breakable or easily destroyed by drool, depending on your fandom base). Finally, you end up just using it all over them, most especially their mouths, once they learn to run about and tell people about their genitalia and gas, everything they just learned from their friends or the television, and your private life with the new "daddy" who comes over for dates. This is also why it's good to have a membership at Costco; they sell duct tape in large quantities at wholesale prices. If you have duct tape left over, you can repair your $350 replica of the Millennium Falcon with tiny pieces and a lot of crying.

So I've heard.


In other news, I had a nightmare that I was thought to be a cop killer, when really all I'd done was steal candy with a bunch of co-workers in protest to our lack of holiday bonuses. The real killers got away, and I was pregnant. Jodawi and Mittel were raising Ana, and I was pregnant with another child, who also became their ward. Ended up making sure another child at Ana's school got safely back to her parents, but was followed by a vigilante cop who wanted to see justice done at his hands. Woke up before resolution, quite convinced I need to make an announcement to my dearest friends on here, which I will do after this post. *sighs, shudders*

I'm also either INFJ (most likely), INFP (more true now than before), or (on good days) ENFP. The links lead to the relationship page, not the overview, because it was easier for me to recognize myself in terms of parenting and lovers and such than it was to read about my daily life. Jen and I have just determined that there should be an index in the backs of these Jungian personality tests that include an entry entitled "writer." It would read: "If you are a writer, then none of this, or rather all of this, may apply to you. Or not. You're not normal. You don't fit in these categories, and you never will, so stop asking. Or go get a real job, you liberal git."

I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Oh, of nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way ?
I am Human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does

There's a club, if you'd like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry
And you want to die

When you say it's gonna happen "now"
Well, when exactly do you mean ?
See I've already waited too long
And all my hope is gone

You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way ?
I am Human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
neversremedy8: (Tea and Rain)
Ana's speech difficulties are 1) not my fault (huge weight lifted off of my shoulders that I didn't know was there) and 2) are not caused by any issues with the brain. She's fucking brilliant. I wish I could have recorded her responses. Even the evaluator was significantly impressed, and she meets hundreds of children every month. There were times when Ana answered the evaluator before she'd finished asking the question, she also just figured out what was expected of her without being asked and did it. Eventually she realized fully why the evaluator was writing her responses down and when she did it, and it caused her to fidget and get nervous. Her brow furrowed and she looked resentful of having her mistakes written down. But she still had fun with asking "why" questions and coming up with stories for pictures, even though she was just required to either point to things in a certain sequence or repeat/say words based on the pictures (or repeat parts of stories).

So what's wrong? Her hearing is fine, she has "excellent teeth" and comprehends fully what is around her(she is exceptionally observant, and I can finally see it and so many other attributes now that I've taken myself out of the situation and been able to observe her without interacting). The problem lies primarily in her adenoids. She is able to articulate mentally what she wants to say, she understands the language she wishes to use, but when her brain tells her mouth/voice/et al to operate and create those words, it gets cut up and comes out sounding rough and inarticulate. The constant congested sound quality of her voice is also caused by these enlarged adenoids, and it's directly affecting her self confidence and also causes her to fidget and seem unable to focus. She's so nervous and frustrated all the time!

The evaluator said that speech therapy is in order. Ana's primary problems are with articulation (because of the adenoids) and sentence structure, also partly due to the adenoids. There was a scientific term used to describe her condition, but since it was said only once, not familiar to me, and wasn't written down, I can't tell you what it is yet. I'll call them tomorrow when they're open again to get more inforamtion--we were there for two hours, so everyone else had left and closed the center down while we were still in the evaluation rooms (I was with the evalutor's trainee behind a two-way mirror).

Ana had both of us laughing in that back room, and the evaluator even said she was trying VERY hard to not laugh at some points. :) They commented on her beauty and her high intelligence, and I told Ana how proud I was of her. Some of the stuff Ana came up with just amazed me! I couldn't believe how inquisitive, observant, intelligent, intuitive, clever, and cunning she is. I knew she was smart, but there have been times when it seemed like there was nothing going on, when really it's simply a matter of it being too frustrating for her to speak because of this disconnection between brain and voice. She told the evaluator that some of the words for the pictures were "too hard" to say. She said she knew what they were, but "it's hard for me" she explained. *sighs* Poor thing. When she was misunderstood at one point, she refused to repeat what she originally used as a description and tried another way of identifying an object in the room--at first she'd said something like "brown-dog-box" but it came out garbled, and so she said, "that thing with the white handle."

Examples: Ana also spent extensive time coming up with--unnecessarily, but enjoyed by all--questions and stories about the pictures she was seeing, and explaining what she knew about certain items on the cards. Like why roses have thorns, and such. When she was asked to point to "some tigers" in a zoo picture, Ana pointed to one, and the evaluator turned the page. Ana stopped her and corrected herself, saying, "one is not 'some.'" The eval. asked if she wanted her to redo it, and so Ana pointed to two of the three tigers and said, "that is 'some.'" During one section she was required to repeat portions of a story she was listening to, mostly the dialogue at the end of each page, and not only did she do as well as she could (with her usual speech problems in tow), but she mimicked the eval's tone of voice and inflection on each word. So impressed, and I told her as much when we left.

So, the brain is healthy. Everything else can be overcome.

* * * * *


I need to get to bed, but I've been procrastinating terribly. Despite having far more pressing matters on my to do list, I'm going through my LJ archives and tagging them. To make matters worse, I ran across this link: join my procrastination hell.

I hope my child gets sent home for something like this:
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United Federation of Planets, and to the galaxy for which it stands, one universe, under everybody, with liberty and justice for all species. (see link for the entire story) And yes, we should all buy the t-shirt. Ana should have one in her size. Damnit. I need a job. Or a sugar daddy. Or lottery winnings (it would help if I bought a ticket). Or something.

Oh, and I have 11 new icons. That means I had to delete 11 former icons, all of which I loved to have. *sighs* Change is hard. Even when it's just LJ icons or cut hair or my child going to Kindergarten. Wait. Scratch that last one. That one's big. May she always find creative ways to rebel and subvert the system and still come out with a decent education!

And now, a poll to apologize for the long, long, long post without a cut:


[Poll #518453]

I apologize now should anything be misspelled. For truly I am tired. Very tired. Small 'mount of depression seeping into my veins. A good night's rest may help. Love, hugs, and kisses to all. Especially those who are dearest to me. I am blessed, I'm just not very happy with the way I'm handling my life. Love, love, love.

Oh, and my favorite (calm/quiet) Beatles song: Dear Prudence (although there are many tied for runner-up)

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