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It's been a while since I've written anything, really... 

I've been gaming instead, and letting that use my hands and mind up enough that I didn't really think about it. There's something that I love about being able to turn my mind off in the middle of a game.  Just exist and do for a while and not have to feel or think. And, even then, I find that I have to create things, so I've been making my YouTube channel work. 

But I really miss my accounts of all my travels. We've been traveling a lot lately. 
 

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When my son decided to go to Mines, he met a bunch of like minded young people his age, and when he first came home there was this time when he admitted that he and his cohort had decided that they were the ones who were going to have to save the world from Climate Change because all those who had gone before didn't seem to be up to the job. He and his friends were facing that reality with determination.

A few months ago, he showed me this video: Kurzgesagt's "We WILL Fix Climate Change!"

I watched it and cried, and he told me later that when he watched it, he cried too because the main gist of the video is that humanity, in concert, has brought ourselves back from the brink of self-destruction. The weight of the impending disaster was immense, and to know that we weren't all going to just die of Climate Change was huge.

There's a lot more work still to be done, don't get me wrong, but all the Apocalyptic tones of authors screaming for attention and the studies of the early 2000's are now wrong. Human kind has adapted, heard the call, and is moving. The evidence of that move is well-documented.  Despite the fact that gas and oil are still subsidized by various governments simply for those industry's profit, humanity as a whole is moving to sustainable energy sources. 

So why do the calls to climate action still, "The world is being destroyed, you have to do SOMETHING!" and why are there only calls to have faith that what you do will make a difference? How many people, like me, have been vastly discouraged by the media and even our own UCC Environmental pastor saying that there's this huge disaster coming, and all we can do is have faith that whatever we do will make a difference? Why aren't people saying, "We are making a difference, we just have to keep doing more of it?" I wish I understood why.

It turns out that there is documented evidence that Exxon has been doing active campaigns on social media and through various publishers of media to discourage action by people. Harvard's study highlighted the complex, strategic, and hidden nature of the discourse by both Mobil and Exxon. The discouragement started with denial and evolved to "expanding the science" by making it seem such a huge problem that no one person could make any difference. It's a deliberate effort to discourage activism on the part of people like you and me. 

Don't let them discourage you.

There are studies that show that people who actively change their lifestyle to combat climate change are also the people who become more politically and vocally active in the fight to save the planet. Your individual actions lead to social and more global activism, and your example inspires others to do the same. And, as Hank says, "People don't react to a fire because there's a fire. They react because they see people rushing around with water to put out the fire."

Very few people have the energy or interest to wade through the actual data and documentation of what's actually happening out in the world. The Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) was established in 1988 by the United Nations Environment Programme to study and report their scientific, fact-based findings about human caused climate change. They've published six Assessment Reports, the last being the sixth in 2022, on the data that scientists around the world have found about the changes that are happening to our world with respect to global warming, the efforts being done to mitigate and repair harm, the overall technologies and culture shifts that have happened to combat global warming, and to point out where further efforts and research have to be done. 

If you watch the video that Jet shared with me, and open up the details about the video, it actually points at all the sources they used for all the points that they made. DO take a look at it, even if you can't or don't want to digest all the diagrams, data, or references. There are so many items of encouragement in there.

John and I were the first people in Longmont to install a residential solar system on our house. We worked with Namaste and with Longmont Power and worked through all the possible hiccups and kinks and ended up being an electricity supplier to the city back in the early 2000's. And we've had a great time talking with people about how to do it, what was involved, and what a wonderful change in our life that has been. We've helped more than a dozen families put solar panels on their roofs and it keeps expanding as their roofs get seen by their neighbors. There are hundreds of solar panels on houses in Longmont these days, nearing a thousand, and the numbers keep growing.

UCC Longmont, as a community, has been doing the same sort of inspirational work on the level that our church as a whole is capable of doing. With the conversion of areas that could have been made lawn into community gardens, the labyrinth, and the memorial garden; the addition of solar panels on the church proper; and the concerted effort to make recycling and composting available to everyone who uses the building, we're making others aware of the fire by doing what needs to be done to put it out.

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I'm dreaming again.

One of the side effects of the asthma drug I was taking was "vivid dreams". A lot of the wildest dreams I used to write about were when I was on the stuff. When I stopped taking it, I stopped dreaming. And with the sleep problems, I guess I wasn't getting much REM sleep. But... now that I seem to have worked out a new sleep regimen I'm regularly getting six to eight hours of sleep a night and, miracle of miracles, I'm dreaming again.

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I dreamed this morning of being a prisoner whose term had come to an end.

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Playing...

Apr. 9th, 2009 12:10 pm
liralen: Finch Painting (Ishida_glasses)
Ever since Spring Break, the three of us have been on a Lego Batman Binge.

Jet and I went halvsies on buying the game, used, from a place on Amazon, so we got it for $20 with all the docs and box and everything. It was very nice indeed, and all three of us are loving all the options, levels, stories, things that we find, puzzles that we're doing.

For odd dreams resulting from that, and my first playing with the tablet with my Eye of Ichigo. )

Playing...

Apr. 9th, 2009 12:10 pm
liralen: Finch Painting (Ishida_glasses)
Ever since Spring Break, the three of us have been on a Lego Batman Binge.

Jet and I went halvsies on buying the game, used, from a place on Amazon, so we got it for $20 with all the docs and box and everything. It was very nice indeed, and all three of us are loving all the options, levels, stories, things that we find, puzzles that we're doing.

For odd dreams resulting from that, and my first playing with the tablet with my Eye of Ichigo. )
liralen: Finch Painting (My_hat)
I dreamed of having a undulating, giant black and white dragon made of thousands of gleaming Lego® pieces on my shoulders as I flew it over a detailed, intricate model of Tokyo, with Catherine Zeta Jones as we tested out a part of the story together. And I crashed the gigantic, gorgeous, powerful thing into the city in a beautiful explosion of pieces and the peaceful knowledge that I and the special effects department would be able to put it all back together again.

It was the third story trial we'd done together, each one testing and perfecting another part of the movie/story we were plotting and planning and writing and filming together.

Pretty nice first dream... *sighs happily*

This morning it was 7° F (-13 C) with horizontal blowing snow. I guess our unseasonal weather has left for a bit. *laughs* I really do actually like shoveling snow from the sidewalk for exercise, especially after seeing the one girl that habitually wears leggings and slippers in the snow actually have a real coat on. What she does for fashion... *shakes head*

Cooking beans and Jet's Pinewood Derby )
liralen: Finch Painting (My_hat)
I dreamed of having a undulating, giant black and white dragon made of thousands of gleaming Lego® pieces on my shoulders as I flew it over a detailed, intricate model of Tokyo, with Catherine Zeta Jones as we tested out a part of the story together. And I crashed the gigantic, gorgeous, powerful thing into the city in a beautiful explosion of pieces and the peaceful knowledge that I and the special effects department would be able to put it all back together again.

It was the third story trial we'd done together, each one testing and perfecting another part of the movie/story we were plotting and planning and writing and filming together.

Pretty nice first dream... *sighs happily*

This morning it was 7° F (-13 C) with horizontal blowing snow. I guess our unseasonal weather has left for a bit. *laughs* I really do actually like shoveling snow from the sidewalk for exercise, especially after seeing the one girl that habitually wears leggings and slippers in the snow actually have a real coat on. What she does for fashion... *shakes head*

Cooking beans and Jet's Pinewood Derby )
liralen: Finch Painting (Moon)
It was Renji and Rukia, after... after her rescue, after the war... It was night, on the new moon. They were sitting on the riverbank, in their shinigami uniforms, with zanpakutou at their obi, and they were together, a captain and a vice-captain, so no one in their old neighborhood dared to bother them. They were on the riverbank where they used to catch fish. They had oranges to share with each other. Together, they were watching the New Years fireworks over the city and they finally, really talked.

I think I'll have to write this up in detail... *grin*

I wonder what it means for my New Year. I guess it'll be interesting to find out.

This dream was probably prompted by a request [livejournal.com profile] letmyself_go gave me when I asked for a writing request.
liralen: Finch Painting (Moon)
It was Renji and Rukia, after... after her rescue, after the war... It was night, on the new moon. They were sitting on the riverbank, in their shinigami uniforms, with zanpakutou at their obi, and they were together, a captain and a vice-captain, so no one in their old neighborhood dared to bother them. They were on the riverbank where they used to catch fish. They had oranges to share with each other. Together, they were watching the New Years fireworks over the city and they finally, really talked.

I think I'll have to write this up in detail... *grin*

I wonder what it means for my New Year. I guess it'll be interesting to find out.

This dream was probably prompted by a request [livejournal.com profile] letmyself_go gave me when I asked for a writing request.
liralen: Finch Painting (firesystem)
Funnier than the inverter is the fact that eventhough it's only 20 degrees out, John's been out checking it every few hours. Just to watch it work. *giggles*

Good techie.

Oh, yeah. Another bemusing bit is that there are only three Kendo dojos in the greater Denver area. One of them is *in* Longmont.

You know... the problem with following my dreams is that they lead in SO MANY DIRECTIONS. Ahem.
liralen: Finch Painting (firesystem)
Funnier than the inverter is the fact that eventhough it's only 20 degrees out, John's been out checking it every few hours. Just to watch it work. *giggles*

Good techie.

Oh, yeah. Another bemusing bit is that there are only three Kendo dojos in the greater Denver area. One of them is *in* Longmont.

You know... the problem with following my dreams is that they lead in SO MANY DIRECTIONS. Ahem.

Dreams

Jan. 18th, 2008 10:40 am
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I dreamed, hard, last night, about being taught kendo, practicing kendo, beating up dummies with kendo, and getting tired of having to do distance practice over and over and over again, but knowing why, now. Trying to figure out how to parry to a closed side rather than an open side, and sweating buckets and finally getting the feel of the beat and timing with the longer blades, that damned EDGE versus back, the two-handed postures, and how, finally, to move back and forth properly instead of with my preferred, ingrained fencer's crab crawl.

Gah.

I woke up sore. *sigh* And thinking... damn... I really have to find a dojo sometime.

I also woke up realizing that with the lost twelve pounds, my tummy no longer gets in the way of me bending completely at the waist. I just realized that in the ten years since I broke my knee I've gotten my flexibility back in it. I can kneel on the floor now without it killing my right knee, though the side tendons are still tight, and my hamstrings are still tight and my musculature feels... odd now. I'm riding the exercise bike nearly ever day, for forty minutes a day, now, and while I'm breaking a sweat again it's a clean one, not that sticky, labored I'm not fit one I've had since after Jet was born.

It's more fun to ride to Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex than anything I've ridden to in my life. *grin* Especially the chase scenes.

I didn't think I did anything to lose the poundage, but thinking it over I no longer eat out for lunch, nearly at all. We nearly never have fast food anymore. I don't sit behind a desk all day anymore. I ride to "work" in Jet's classroom on my bike every time I can. I get my time on the bike. I walk to the bus stop twice a day with Jet and get an average of 9000 steps in a day, rather than the 3000 I got when I was working full time. I don't actually eat as much or as often any more, between writing and painting and drawing and studying and watching and knitting and... I am more interested in what I'm doing than stopping for a big meal or even a snack. I don't need comfort food anymore. It's interesting to realize it's probably all just piling up. I never really tried to lose weight at all.

I just live entirely differently now that I'm retired and it's reflected back on my health and weight.

Dreams

Jan. 18th, 2008 10:40 am
liralen: Finch Painting (seven)
I dreamed, hard, last night, about being taught kendo, practicing kendo, beating up dummies with kendo, and getting tired of having to do distance practice over and over and over again, but knowing why, now. Trying to figure out how to parry to a closed side rather than an open side, and sweating buckets and finally getting the feel of the beat and timing with the longer blades, that damned EDGE versus back, the two-handed postures, and how, finally, to move back and forth properly instead of with my preferred, ingrained fencer's crab crawl.

Gah.

I woke up sore. *sigh* And thinking... damn... I really have to find a dojo sometime.

I also woke up realizing that with the lost twelve pounds, my tummy no longer gets in the way of me bending completely at the waist. I just realized that in the ten years since I broke my knee I've gotten my flexibility back in it. I can kneel on the floor now without it killing my right knee, though the side tendons are still tight, and my hamstrings are still tight and my musculature feels... odd now. I'm riding the exercise bike nearly ever day, for forty minutes a day, now, and while I'm breaking a sweat again it's a clean one, not that sticky, labored I'm not fit one I've had since after Jet was born.

It's more fun to ride to Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex than anything I've ridden to in my life. *grin* Especially the chase scenes.

I didn't think I did anything to lose the poundage, but thinking it over I no longer eat out for lunch, nearly at all. We nearly never have fast food anymore. I don't sit behind a desk all day anymore. I ride to "work" in Jet's classroom on my bike every time I can. I get my time on the bike. I walk to the bus stop twice a day with Jet and get an average of 9000 steps in a day, rather than the 3000 I got when I was working full time. I don't actually eat as much or as often any more, between writing and painting and drawing and studying and watching and knitting and... I am more interested in what I'm doing than stopping for a big meal or even a snack. I don't need comfort food anymore. It's interesting to realize it's probably all just piling up. I never really tried to lose weight at all.

I just live entirely differently now that I'm retired and it's reflected back on my health and weight.
liralen: Finch Painting (teacups)
My dreams are melding my inputs now. It's nicer than the fragmenting I've been having for a while as I learned the combat system of DMC and absorbed a bunch of Bleach and Cardcaptor Sakura.

Read more... )

I also dreamed something that turned into a short Bleach fanfic. It's got spoilers from the Soul Society arc of sorts, so I've cut it, too. It came from a very intense conversation I had with [livejournal.com profile] incandescens about good and bad captains and some of the differences.

Cut for Bleach spoilers. )
liralen: Finch Painting (teacups)
My dreams are melding my inputs now. It's nicer than the fragmenting I've been having for a while as I learned the combat system of DMC and absorbed a bunch of Bleach and Cardcaptor Sakura.

Read more... )

I also dreamed something that turned into a short Bleach fanfic. It's got spoilers from the Soul Society arc of sorts, so I've cut it, too. It came from a very intense conversation I had with [livejournal.com profile] incandescens about good and bad captains and some of the differences.

Cut for Bleach spoilers. )
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Saturday was mostly a recovery and errands day.

Sunday I volunteered to help with coffee during the snack hour, while someone else took care of the Sunday School Coffee, and I was grateful.  It was a busy morning as John was in the service and Jet had a good time with the other kids, and I went to my dream class and got to talk about a few dreams. 

That afternoon was a great tie dye party at our friends' house, and wow it was fun to do and fun to just snack and do a project with Jet and John.  Jet was just all confidence, he knew what he was doing once the shirt was tied.  I tried something new and I'm not sure I like the results but I'll figure that out eventually.  John did a really cool coiled up kind of thing and had some really sharp pleats to it that worked out very nicely.  We tried to help the other families as much as we could, but mostly stayed out of the way and just told folks the minimum they needed to have it work out.

By the time we got home, that night, I was exhausted, but happy.  Then today, I went back over to help with the rinsing and the washing of all the items.  That was a *lot* of work.  Next time, maybe, we should just send everyone home with some of the synthrapol so they can wash the stuff themselves.  But the results were really worth seeing.  It was fun to rinse and untie things and go Ooooooo at how some of them turned out. 

It was quite a lot to do and fun to finish.  The link, above, is to all the pictures I took at the party and afterward.

I'm pretty tired, now, and I still have class tonight. I'm glad I did the homework last Wednesday. Seems that after a few hours in the garden, I really like just sitting and reading.


Dream stuff. )
liralen: Finch Painting (My_hat)

Saturday was mostly a recovery and errands day.

Sunday I volunteered to help with coffee during the snack hour, while someone else took care of the Sunday School Coffee, and I was grateful.  It was a busy morning as John was in the service and Jet had a good time with the other kids, and I went to my dream class and got to talk about a few dreams. 

That afternoon was a great tie dye party at our friends' house, and wow it was fun to do and fun to just snack and do a project with Jet and John.  Jet was just all confidence, he knew what he was doing once the shirt was tied.  I tried something new and I'm not sure I like the results but I'll figure that out eventually.  John did a really cool coiled up kind of thing and had some really sharp pleats to it that worked out very nicely.  We tried to help the other families as much as we could, but mostly stayed out of the way and just told folks the minimum they needed to have it work out.

By the time we got home, that night, I was exhausted, but happy.  Then today, I went back over to help with the rinsing and the washing of all the items.  That was a *lot* of work.  Next time, maybe, we should just send everyone home with some of the synthrapol so they can wash the stuff themselves.  But the results were really worth seeing.  It was fun to rinse and untie things and go Ooooooo at how some of them turned out. 

It was quite a lot to do and fun to finish.  The link, above, is to all the pictures I took at the party and afterward.

I'm pretty tired, now, and I still have class tonight. I'm glad I did the homework last Wednesday. Seems that after a few hours in the garden, I really like just sitting and reading.


Dream stuff. )

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