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welcome to my journal!

Dec. 31st, 2020 | 07:18 am

this was originally posted on May 25, 2009 as a normal entry, but I decided, as I seek work and make plans to enter the educational field, to make it 'the entry everyone sees upon arrival'. I have been keeping this blog, almost daily, for 9 years now. When I began, it was very cutting edge to do this - and I was a cutting edge web developer, so all was well. Now I've started to change my career; in 2009, based on some great experiences with kids and a long standing passion for education, I'm reorienting to study for a B.A. in Technology and New Media in Education. But it does mean that there are thousands of entries in this blog that were made in hundreds of moods.

Clay Shirky, teacher in the Interactive Telecommunications Program at N.Y.U as part of a discussion addressing, 'In the online world, is the notion of a public/private divide simply not applicable?'

Privacy used to be enforced by inconvenience; you couldn't just spy on anyone you wanted. Increasingly, though, privacy will have to be enforced by us grownups simply choosing not to look, since it's none of our business.

This discipline isn't just to protect them, it's to protect us. If you're considering a job applicant, and he has some louche photos on the Web, he has a problem. But if one applicant in 10 has similar pictures online, then you've got a problem, because you'll be at a competitive disadvantage for talent, relative to firms that don't spy.

People my age tut-tut at kids, telling them that we wouldn't have put those photos up when we were young, but we're lying. We'd have done it in a heartbeat, but no one ever offered us the chance.

I invite anyone who wants to get to know me to dive into my journal. You'll get to know me, and I like that! Just keep Shirky in mind :-)

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one more year.

Dec. 15th, 2014 | 12:58 am

My seizures started in January of 2000. 14 years, 11 months ago. I noticed that this year, because 15 years is the point at which I basically regain my life span. About 2/3rds of adult onset diagnoses die between onset and now. In July, I suggested to Laurie Beth Brunner that I might throw a party at Arisia to mark this fact.q

Two weeks ago tomorrow, my body decided it was time to try and kill me another way (10% of people with my diagnosis are dead within an hour of it happening, 30% within the day, when it suddenly plummets to 3% if you make it through that).

It is what it is.

I am not actually too celebratory today. So many dreams got so close this year to be snatched rather violently away from me. So often, people joke, ”Here's to another year I didn't die during!". This year was supposed to mark that, as a huge, positive step.

Instead. Well. Here's to another year I didn't die during.

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I was in the hospital for a week.

Oct. 30th, 2014 | 05:37 pm

It was pretty crap. And I really only had my phone, and FB, to talk to people with.

For you, my friends who are not on FB, I was going to take all my entries there, tonight, so you have an idea what happened. If you want to opt out, please do so.

For the record, it was pretty dull. I was semi-isolated all week do to extra infectiousness.

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looking for apartment.

Jul. 22nd, 2014 | 12:32 am

jjv is selling this building, so I need to look for somewhere else. I'm hoping to co-locate the business officially in the apartment (under last year's Cottage Food Act, which allows for small commercial kitchens at home. I am familiar with the rules for Somerville and Medford, where I know they are easily set up, and Cambridge, where they're fussy but it's ok. I wouldn't mind living in Central Square again. And I *really* mean Central Square. I want to avoid Malden, which makes it very difficult, but I need to do research elsewhere to know what's up).

Here is what I'm looking for:

  • one bedroom apartment (or possibly a studio), depending.

  • I need a real kitchen (no galley kitchen). One thing I am certain of, the kitchen needs to be separate from the rest of the apartment (one door, not a thoroughfare to anything like the entrance way or the bathroom).

  • The epilepsy does require that the apartment be on public transit, and have elevator access if it is higher than the second floor.

  • I own the laziest cat in the world, and am not planning on getting another one, but I do require the apartment be cat-ok.

I'm flexible on this; I could live with a roommate, but they would need to recognize that the kitchen is going to be set up for commercial use from the start. The ideal roommate situation would actually be a 2br apartment with an office; I could keep all the decorating supplies completely separate and aside from the baking could work entirely in there.

In a shared situation w/office, I would say $600 for a bedroom, $400 for the office (so the apartment would be $1600 for two bedrooms with someone else. In a one bedroom, I'd want the rent to max at $1200. A studio would be fine if it had a *real* kitchen. I need to be able to isolate small away from food prep areas while doing business work (the irony is if I'm just decorating cookies in the kitchen, she ignores me, because I am boring. If I'm decorating cookies in the kitchen and the door is shut, she'll desperately want to come in, but those are the state's rules).

I'm pretty sure this means I'm leaving Somerville, which will make Xander sad. I think maybe we'll just tell him I'm still living in Somerville, because while he'll say the other towns around here, when he's told we're going to Somerville, he'll happily exclaim, "SUMMAVIWWE!"

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Apr. 12th, 2014 | 10:10 pm

if you want to keep an eye on my cookies and cakes and well...really, me decorating anything that will hold still long enough for me to decorate (though that has not yet included the cat, though I did get icing on her the other day, but which *has* included Commander Xander, because I made a flower on his hand last week), this is the place to do it:

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Does this look awesome? You know it does.

Feb. 20th, 2014 | 07:13 pm

The TL;DR is - I have booked this into the Kendall Cinema on March 19th at 7:30 for a one night engagement. I need 100 RSVPs, tickets are $14 at the door (no cost to RSVP) and you can do that here:

About the showing

A while ago I heard about this movie. They were trying the new combination of fan-driven showings, followed by an online release. But all the local showings were in Dedham and Worcester, and my Somerville-based person was sad. So I did some research and found that I could also book it into a local theatre. And being the person that I am, I did. We're pretty sure I thought things through, but maybe not. I can't really remember.

About the movie

KNIGHTS OF BADASSDOM follows three best friends (Peter Dinklage, Steve Zahn and Ryan Kwanten) and dedicated LARPers (Live Action Role Players) as they take to the woods to reenact a dungeons and dragons-like scenario fresh out of the mythical Middle Ages. Trouble arises after they unwittingly conjure up some serious evil in the form of a blood-lusting Succubus, from the pits of hell.

Fantasy and reality collide on the Fields of Evermore in an all-out epic battle of make-believe wizards, demons and assorted mythical creatures. Their courage and friendship is put to the test as they attempt to vanquish the evil they have summoned. Will the group prove to simply be foam sword-wielding LARPers, or true “Knights of Badassdom?”

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Jan. 30th, 2014 | 05:07 pm

I created a 3rd & 4th cookie cutter, these being brains from the top and side. Then to show how they could be decorated, I printed the template I started with, and hand cut them out. This was the result.

the store with my cookie cutters is here:

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live long

Jan. 29th, 2014 | 03:41 am

second cookie cutter:


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narwhal cookie cutter.

Jan. 28th, 2014 | 09:33 am


I just could not find a narwhal cookie cutter that pleased me. So I made a nice, saucy and cute one to grace the high seas (metaphor. cookies should only swim in milk).

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shutdown, abuse, etc.

Oct. 7th, 2013 | 06:10 pm

You know, I was once with a violent, abusive person (for y'all who are still in Kitchener, it was G, and he's why I have not set foot back in that city since my parents left, and never will). He had me pretty terrified at times; I cheated on him a lot, little escapes that screwed me and others over, but he had me pretty terrified. I was a teenager, I didn't think I could go home because things with my mother were really bad (details irrelevant), and I had no ability to support myself (I attempted to go to college three times and each time finances made me drop out after a couple terms).

I was scared to be on my own. I was scared to leave him; he had told me he would kill me, and Kitchener was not exactly a place you could hide in.

One day, he was threatening me. I know what caused the fight (I was a teenager. I got involved with another teenager behind his back, and it went badly and I was heartbroken and very depressed - G was, mind, 27 at the time). I don't remember how he came to have a decorative trivet that I loved in my hand, but he did, but he was threatening to hit me with it, then caught himself, and looked at it. And I could see what was in his eyes. I said the wrong thing..."You wouldn't dare." He claimed afterwards that he reacted inside as if it was a challenge. I had just meant...we were so poor, I had so few really nice things that I treasured, it was one of them...and I saw that he was going to destroy it, in anger, to hurt *me*.

As soon as his hand smashed down, I saw a panicked look that I've seen in the eyes of young children, when they realize their tantrum has gone *too far*. I was out the door. He broke the thing that destroyed his grasp on me. It wasn't the complete end, but it neared it - I applied, secretly, to Ryerson, and was accepted - it took about a year for me to break (and part of how I did that was foisting him off onto the woman he married intentionally, though I don't think they realized it was very deliberate).

I've been thinking of that a lot the last week. It was in Canada, between 1988 and 1992, and it's obviously a very personal story, but the federal shutdown feels so weirdly the same. The Tea Party people are doing so many of the same things; destroying things not because they care about the things, but to hurt the other side. I've been seeing that panicked look in the eyes of Tea Partiers as they realize what they've done, especially when they get confronted with their own statements in the past that make it obvious they've been throwing a tantrum and it's gone too far. They broke the thing that destroyed their grasp on a lot of people. They're often using phrases that, allowing for some pronouns, are identical to what G used when he needed to explain his abuse to me, and explain how it hadn't happened because of his own psychotic behaviour, but because of the combination of events that brought us to where we were.

I've just been thinking about that a lot this week.

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