Slip Sliding Away

I really should make “Now Updates on the 8th Day of the Week” the new brand ‘motto’ here. Post Date keeps sliding. BUT! Not actually stopping. This might actually be the first thing I’ve kept an actually decent upkeep of for a while, now that I think about it.

 

To be fair, I was originally going to post on Tuesday. But all I really had for an update was that shit’s growin in the garden, and also I gotta wait for payday so I can order some parts before diving into more hardware-focused tasks at the night gig.

Then wednesday came, and wednesday’s update was going to be shit’s growin in the garden, and also I gotta wait for shipping for some parts before diving into more hardware-focused tasks at the night gig.

So, hello Thursday. Let’s see what I’ve got for you…

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Growing

Tupperware it is! Picked up gardening supplies when I was visiting the parents this past weekend. Got a decent bin, with plenty of depth to get at least a few small veggies and leafy greens. Using the Hydro parts for an auto-watering soil garden only just makes it self-watering… so keeping them separated seemed like a much more enjoyable approach. They Hydro’s just got Tomato plants in it (though a few sunflower seeds fell in, whoops). The bin meanwhile has:

  • Tomatoes
  • Lettuce
  • Carrots
  • Nasturtium
  • Onions
  • Chive
  • Sunflowers

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Orbit Twenty Eight

Back to civilization I come! This past weekend has honestly been the best I’ve had in recent memory, and while I’m a little bummed to have to go back to normal life again, I AM please that it was as wonderful as I could have hoped 🙂 I have so many rad, interesting, knowledgeable, entertaining, loveable, High Quality humans in my life, and it’s always a treasure to work and play alongside them all.
 
This last year has been rough, not gonna lie. Kicking off my 27th orbit around this bright pain orb called the sun with my neighbor trying to drunkenly gut me alive certainly didn’t help. And while I’ve had a few small victories here and there, shit was mostly on a downward trend since. It’s been an exhausting year. I’ve been pretty tired, and staring down more questions and challenges than I have answers for. I’ve felt the human engine within me stalling regardless of how hard I’ve been thrashing at the gas. I’ve watched the world around me and the world within me both catch fire and burn not with passion and exuberance but with terror and pain.
 
Orbit Twenty Eight has begun. Looking back on the year behind me reminds me of a whole lot of strife with little triumph, but it also reminds me that it’s over. Space and Time move on, and until I manage to become a literal deity, so shall I as well. I struggled a lot to return to who I used to be because I wasn’t feeling like myself lately, but I’m starting to realize that’s ok. Orbit 28 begins and I know I’m not who I was, but I’m ready now more than every to see who I’ll become. I’m reminded of the tools already in my hands. I’m reminded of the things I really want to accomplish in my life. I’m reminded of my ability. I’m reminded that I can do things that matter.
 
I’m reminded that I don’t actually even need to return to normal life. And I’m reminded more than ever that I don’t think I want to. I’m coming home, yes. But I’m never returning to the space and time I left behind at Logan airport 2:30 pm on a drizzly Wednesday in April. I’m free. For a girl some call Bird I’ve been uncomfortably pitted in the ground lately. But I’ve been reminded of the skies I’ve been aching to soar.
 
Time to dust some feathers off and become the next person I’ve been Aching to be.
 
With Drunken love from an airport bar,
Bird

Existential Whiplash

I Never fail to forget how hard these are to write. After two back to back conferences and all the lengthy travel there and back again, I should be brimming with words and thoughts and all kinds of declarations of dreams. And I very well am, mind you. The one-two punch of BDYHAX followed up by Loopconf has left quite a heaping sum of thought on my mind. It’s the post mortem processing that’s taking a pinch longer than anticipated. Should I write up about each separately? The adventure as a whole? Technical breakdowns? Play by play? Barely lucid but colorful prose on the underlying existential crisis all throughout? Nothing? Anything?

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Bring it on, 2017!

Starting the year off right by haphazardly hurling myself at a multiple cons, two of which within the same month! I seem to do my best when winging it through partially-assed ‘plans’ that are usually the result of compulsive go-getting more than careful planning. Think it’ll be a good step in getting back into my best headspace again 🙂 SO, first on the list is Arisia, Boston’s own Sci-fi Fantasy con. Volunteered to help out some friends with their plans, so hard commitments should keep me to something of a general plan with plenty of off time to roam and party. First attempt at pre-planning a cosplay, too! Got almost everything I need for Alphys, and I might try winging my femme Cecil Baldwin again. Or Rick Sanches, and get an extra day out of my lab coat (plus, a handy flask excuse)!

End of the month is BodyHackingCon, thanks to volunteer opportunities getting me through the door. There’s a number of really exciting sounding panels lined up, and a whole host of awesome people making their way there for the weekend. Procedures for Implantable Tech is a particularly interesting one, and is very much related to my interests. Same with Designing Implantable Tech for Everyone, and actually almost every single thing on this list. It was incredibly hard to pick volunteer shifts that would still let me see all I wanted to see. Still excited for the work though (and not only because it’s covering my ticket). It’ll be neat to have a way to contribute to this exciting thing 🙂 plus, it should hold me over until Grindfest this April.

 

Very little else update wise. Got my first hydroponics system due in two days, along with some fertilizers and such. Now that I’m down to just one box left to unpack in the lab, I can start setting up at least some of the plant related mischief I’ve got in mind.

 

Feeling good. Feeling ready. Feeling primed. Hecked up the whole appointment thing but starting to feel like I might not need it anymore. The thickest mud’s got the best nutrients for the strongest sprouts. Sounds like the kind of thing some self-assured smart asshole probably said once, so I’ll roll with it. FB memories reminded me lately of an old album that used to really fuel my fires, so it’s been good to blast at my face all over again. Cheers for being easily influenced by my own background soundtrack.

 

Love,

Bird

Compiling Slower than Frozen Molasses

That’s really the beat way to describe the last few months, and why it’s been taking so damn long to just get off my feet. There’s a lot on the human side of my plate right now. Going from having 5 roommates to living with one other person has its benefits, but there’s a tangible sense of loneliness I’m still trying to hard to work through. Continue reading “Compiling Slower than Frozen Molasses”