kiya: (connections)
( Feb. 27th, 2017 04:16 pm)
It is the time of the end of February traditionally known as "many packages for Kiya" because of the conversion of birthday money into books and occasional artifacts.

Which occasionally leads to me declaring that I am currently playing the part of [personal profile] whispercricket, who is the usual recipient of Many Package.

Today's many package was, I thought, interesting:

A copy of Stations of the Sun by Hutton;
a "nevertheless, she persisted" t-shirt;
the annual report from my church, with little welcome package of notes.


Meanwhile, in semi-unrelated things, I am poking at a questionnaire from church for a little getting to know you thing that one of the other new members is organising, and trying to figure out how I want to answer "If you could invite any real or mythological religious figure to give a sermon, who would it be and why?"

Um.
kiya: (math)
( Jul. 14th, 2015 12:23 pm)
who when lullabyed with the lyric "blacks and bays, dapples and greys" tried to figure out how that worked with "coach and six-a pretty horses" because it obviously couldn't be pairwise.
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kiya: (bone)
( Jul. 17th, 2014 08:17 pm)
Okay, I knew the absolute worst thing I could do for my chronic pain stuff is stand still.

It turns out that it goes something like:

Worst thing is standing.
Next to worst thing is walking slowly.
Walking briskly is better.
Lying down is better.
Running is probably better than that but I haven't tested it empirically recently.
Sitting is better than running.
Sort of lounging is best.

Unfortunately, Art Fair has involved a lot of walking slowly because too fucking many people.
Every so often, usually when out driving, that "If I had a million dollars" song pops up on shuffle, and every so often I think about what I'd actually do.

The issue of course requires limitations. Because when people ask for the "If you had a million dollars, what would you spend it on" answer they're not looking for the answer "Hire a good accountant and maybe an investment broker, donate a substantial amount to charities I support instead of my usual $20 to $50 blibs, and pay off the mortgage". Well, maybe some people are looking for that answer. I don't know. It always feels a bit like a "You have these resources that must be used" question, often a "that must be used on yourself", and often a "right now!"

Weirdly introspective materialist-universe ramblings. )
Gotten from [livejournal.com profile] nancylebov.

Cut for length. )
I think I'll do this pagan questionnaire from [livejournal.com profile] luellon too!

More cut. )
kiya: (connections)
( Nov. 9th, 2010 05:24 pm)
Tagged by [livejournal.com profile] erstwhiletexan. I don't tag others, but play if you fancy.

The Rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen authors (poets included) who've influenced you and that will always stick with you. List the first fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes. Tag at least fifteen friends, including me, because I'm interested in seeing what authors my friends choose.

My answers behind the cut. )
I was dinking around with the aspects in my natal chart and taking notes on them last night as a cooldown from one of the worst baby days ever, and found the results hilarious. As I just summarised in chat:

[13:20] [Kiya] My sun/moon/Mercury aspects boil down to:
[13:20] [Kiya] "You are so creative that you need to stub your toe on reality a bit to make sure you remember it exists. Fortunately, you're accident-prone."
[13:21] [Kiya] "It's a good thing you're a completely lazy decadent ass because otherwise your poor impulse control and short temper would get you into a LOT of trouble."
[13:21] [Kiya] "You totally want to communicate all the time! It's just that nobody understands you."
[13:21] [Kiya] "Also you have self-image issues."
[13:22] [Kiya] I find this completely hilarious.

...

[13:26] [Kiya] Oh yeah. Also a tendency towards megalomania.
[13:27] [Kiya] ... and theological analysis.
kiya: (bluejay)
( Jun. 16th, 2008 07:07 pm)
This thing.

    You know how sometimes people on your friend's list post about stuff going on in their life, and all of a sudden you think "Wait a minute? Since when are they working THERE? Since when are they dating HIM/HER? since when???" And then you wonder how you could have missed all that seemingly pretty standard information, but somehow you feel too ashamed to ask for clarification because it seems like info you *should* already know? It happens to all of us sometimes.


The thingy. )
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From a conversation about the bio I intend to send with an anthology submission, which includes the sentence, "Her fiction has a nasty habit of exploring the experience of the outsider, whether she intends it to or not.":

I paged Brooks with 'The writing comment is sort of self-referential, as the piece itself is about the experience of the outsider. ;)'.

Brooks pages: Yeah.
Brooks pages: You do seem to be consistent that way, a lot.

I paged Brooks with 'Write what you know!'.

From afar, Brooks laughs and laughs.


... oddly ironic music selection, that.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, I was a physics/astronomy major.

And therein lies a tail. )
I found myself thinking of that argument on rasfc a while back (was it really a few months ago? I'm not sure), the whole what is identity and not, and the claim that changes to the body don't change the sense of identity, unlike changes to the mental process.

I spent this weekend far more dependent on my cane than is normal for me even when I am using it. (Usually I need it for a day or two and then I'm more or less okay. This weekend I needed it to climb up the steep slopes of curb cuts.)

And one of the things that drove me completely bats about that dependency, about the limitation of the pain, was this steady persistent awareness that this is not me. And I don't have the identity I had as a child, when I could do nothing, be nothing, that did not run, but damnit, I can walk. That hurt, sometimes, more than the pain.

My mother tells me that my brother could never have riding lessons like I did as a child because his hip went weird on him too easily. And muses about her need for a hip replacement.

Who am I, in the bone?
Apparently, I have about a half-inch more right shoulder than left shoulder.

And nobody noticed before this evening.

(Maybe this is why my left shoulder joint is fucked up, eh?)
Inherited Negotiation, Obligated Commitment )
Cut for introspective rambling. )
kiya: (smack)
( Jun. 26th, 2006 05:01 pm)
This is a political post. Keep in mind that I don't like feeling political, I find feeling political to be a visceral response to a wrongness in the universe, feeling political is "Every Hetheru has an inner Sekhmet", it's not a mode I find natural or comfortable, so this may be incoherent and ranty in bits.

Since I'm being incoherent and ranty on the subject of sexuality, who knows, it may be incoherent, ranty, and not entirely safe for work. Probably won't be, but I haven't written it yet, so I'm making warning noises about the possibility.

Also, the random music selection is amusing me in a dark bitter chocolate sort of way.

Okay, enough disclaimer.

Women's sexuality, ownership thereof. )
kiya: (mama)
( Jun. 2nd, 2006 04:06 pm)
Syl on [livejournal.com profile] sexeteria wrote about mothering things for Mother's Day, and I was sort of 'I want to write about this but I don't know how just now', and so I've seen sort of stewing since then. And then today [livejournal.com profile] pantryslut wrote about the parenting bubble thing, and I think I'm coherent enough to start writing.

Bouncy Bubble Babies )
rasfc is currently having a discussion of sorts on the subject of intelligence and what it's good for, and whether it's an important factor in appreciation of books, and so on. Overall, it's one of those conversations that I find fascinating in the "I want to poke at this" sense but am wary of saying anything in, because the embroilment potential is very high.

There's something of a cultural divide going on, I think, though I can't figure out where the boundaries on it are, quite, since bits of it appear to be me and folks in the UK (or Commonwealth nations) on one side of the line. (I theorise a little that we're back to Yankee-people-and-their-culture on this, but who knows? I was raised in a culturally odd environment.)

This may wind up being long. Cultural and class stuff, intellectualism stuff, snobbery. )
[ contains self-examination and maunderings about closets, performances, territory, isfet, and being real. ]

Cutting this; I expect it to be longish and extremely self-absorbed. )
kiya: (headdesk)
( Dec. 15th, 2005 12:52 am)
I think I am becoming sick. This is not making me a happy birdie.

I am not accomplishing much these days. A lot of staring intensely at the blank page that is 3.13. I should go clean the bathroom tomorrow just so I'll have done something. Today I ... well, I reviewed my logs from [livejournal.com profile] overlandmush so I know what I need to be available for when we get going again. And I revelled in having a shirt. And I answered [livejournal.com profile] yezida's 'How's everyone doing with the work' finally.

I have also made soup.

Edited to add: And while I'm whining, my left hip is stiff and achey. Which is better than the sharp though intermittent pain it was manifesting for no damn reason yesterday, but still meh. In non-whining commentary, this case of recreational cognitive dissonance will amuse me for some time.

Memeish thing nicked from [livejournal.com profile] griffen:
Ten things I figure that people know about me. )
So this "ask me five questions"/"I ask you five questions" thing is going around again.

Me on questions. )

That being written at last, I'm going to go see if ritual/making kala/pills will make me stop feeling panicky and possibly even induce a cessation of twitching. (This is unrelated to the above entry entirely.)
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