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07 December, 2014

ring out, Solstice bells

Is it possible to bring back ancient sounds? Musician Stef Connor thinks so, and she's going to do it on a reproduction of an ancient golden lyre. I can't wait to hear what she comes up with.

While we're on the New Scientist site, have a phenomenal picture of the Grand Prismatic Spring in Yellowstone National Park. It's apparently the third largest hot springs in the world, after Boiling Lake in Dominica, and Frying Pan Lake in New Zealand, which is the world's largest.

In other news, people will always find a way to be short-sighted. The newest astronomical craze is something called the CubeSat, which are tiny, cheap, box-shaped satellites, easier to launch than larger satellites, with a (supposedly) planned obsolescence factor which will bring them down in twenty-five years. However, with no oversight committee on design, some of the tiny satellites have been launched with no built-in decay, resulting in cube-shaped disaster potentials overhead. Some collisions have already occurred; and no one knows quite what to do from here, with literally hundreds launched by universities and hobbyists every year.

No space in a small apartment? No problem. Hang your bed from the ceiling.

Have some sour cream cut-out cookies. Also some flourless chocolate cookies. And while we're here, for the white chocolate fans, I found white chocolate-dipped ginger cookies and white chocolate-dipped cranberry/oatmeal cookies. I also found a pretty good gluten-free gingerbread cookie recipe. And to round things out, why not try some eggnog sugar cookies?

Tragically, Stella Young is no longer with us--she died earlier this week--but this excerpt from her TED talk is genius. "I'm not your inspiration, thank you very much." And it's true--disability is not there just to inspire the able-bodied. Disability is a condition, not a motivational effort. Bodies come in all shapes and sizes, and often, our bodies need support to continue to exist. These are medical aids, not badges of honor.



I saw this today at the Arcade gacha event, when I went back to pick up the rest of the gifts under the tree. Fantastic reflections on this ornament, and the absolute beauty of it? If you have Materials enabled, it's probably even better--this is just flat SL photography, no Windlight, no special settings of any kind.

(I also really adore the token "A" on the tree. Pity they're not selling those, though I may hunt around for a similar mesh alphabet set, because that would be kind of awesome as wall art, too.)



Sad but true. More later!

06 December, 2014

in the bleak midwinter

We are well into the Advent season now, and if you haven't been following along, there's still hope. The owner of IM Capped has put together an expansive list on the topic. There may be revisions as time goes on, and stores drop out or add later-in-the-month Advents, and you can always check to see if there's been a revision by returning to the store or the blog.

Speaking of things seasonal, the Arcade (yes, I know, I know, it's always so crowded) currently has a holiday tree smack dab in the center of all the chaos. And, if you manage to fight your way to it through the lag, there's a grand collection of presents underneath it for the taking. I wish you joy of accomplishing this; I've crashed twice trying!

Speaking of things seasonal off the grid, have some snow cookies. And some cinnamon stars.

Marvel may not be able to bring all their characters back under one roof, so to speak, but Stan Lee may have hinted at reunification efforts. It'd be fun, but terribly complicated to nail down.

Have some happy hamsters.

"Go on..."

Les Sucreries de Fairy is getting into mesh in an adorable neo-Victorian way:



Retailing for L$200, copy/mod, five standard mesh sizes, PLUS the headband, the choker, and the beribboned gloves. Darling. If I had the L$200, I would buy it on the spot.

Santa's obsession is leather? Since when?

More to come, as I slowly drag myself back into blogging...

03 December, 2013

gonna find out who's naughty and nice

Do you like holiday cookie noms? Do you have a muzzle most of the time in SL? This could be right up your alley, then. Comes in iced tree, iced bell, and iced stocking variants. At a stab, I'd say they're either gingerbread or molasses-cookie based, considering the color of the dough. And they're utterly free, so go nab 'em!

Yesssss, I haven't updated for a while. I also haven't been in SL for a while! Life and been utterly hectic in so very many ways of late. In the meantime, this means...a clip entry!

Because seriously, I don't have energy for anything else.

No one has yet given me a full link list to the Advent calendars going on, plus I started three days late, so bother. I checked my landmarks, but Kouse's Sanctum is now gone, and all the FallnAngel links go to sims that aren't attached to the store anymore, as Azriel's downsized (along with oh, so many other merchants on the grid). This is all I could find on a quick earlier run before daily life tackled me and threw me to the floor again:
Alice Project: hair advent at their main store, though apparently the boxes (one for VIP clients, one for everyone) will show up at the Mint Tulip branch a few days after to help out with sim traffic.
Kinzart Kreetures also has an Advent going. I don't know whether it will just be plushies, or will include skins/ears/tails or full avatars; we'll have to wait and see as it unfolds.
And Abranimations has their usual animated-pose things on Advent offer this year.
I'll post more as I discover them.

Apparently--scientifically, even--the best time to drink coffee has been determined, and it's not a time when I'm ever awake--unless I have to be. Guess I'll have to finally invent that espresso IV drip, after all.

[02:54] kxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: friend give me home but when i walk it be liek invisibel

I'm actually terrified of what they're trying to say. When they walk inside the home, it becomes invisible, or when they walk when they're attached to the home? Because I've seen that happen.

More to come.

26 March, 2011

roll off the grass and let the insects breathe

A few days ago, a column from Shamus Young's Twenty-Sided Tales blog was linked to me that I found extremely relevant, in the wake of the RedZone debate. I highly recommend that everyone reading this, go read that, but I'm doing something I don't normally do and quoting large bits of the original.

First understand that what made Shamus write that column was an unrelated comment to another column entirely, from a reader called Blurr:
"I am very much against Facebook integration on other websites. I know I can't be the only one. I tried a while ago to figure out how to block Facebook when I'm not on the main Facebook website, but couldn't find anything.

"My concern is that because this 'like' link appears on blogs all over the place, Facebook can get a pretty good idea of my browsing habits. I am against this on principle."
Now, I'd heard this before. And even having read the column, the first reaction my brain has to his words is Wau, he's a loony. But then I read on:
"If a page has a Facebook button on it, then Facebook knows you were on that page. We don't know what they do with that info, but we know they have it."
The hell.

From the embedded link originally in that quote:
"But data about the user is sent to Facebook regardless of whether the Like button is actually activated.
Which is all quite scary - but not too surprising, given Facebook's reputation for snooping on its registered users.

What becomes really scary is realising how Facebook can track your movements even if you haven't signed up to its fake-friend collection service for lonely teens and sad divorcees.

Even if you don't have a Facebook account, you are far from immune from prying eyes, as Roosendaal explains:

"When a user does not have a Facebook account, there is no cookie and no user ID available. In this case, an HTTP GET request for the 'Like' button doesn't issue a cookie.

"However, when a site is visited which includes Facebook Connect, this application issues a cookie. From that moment on, visits to other websites which display the 'Like' button result in a request for the Like button from the Facebook server including the cookie."

Which means Facebook has swiped another batch of valuable data without asking for permission."
And that article goes on to mention that, if we aren't assiduous in clearing our cookies, Facebook's cookies have a two year expiration date.

And every time you hit a page that has the Facebook "Like" button as an embed, does that add on another two years to the life of the cookie? Or does it just create a 'later expiration date' for the so-called "new" cookie--which uses the same data/user ID as the previous one? That, I don't know.

From that same link:
We'll assume that, as you're reading this rather than laughing at Lolcats, you know a thing or two about cookies. They are helpful to users and of immense value to marketeers, allowing them to bombard you with targeted advertising based on your browsing history.

But with an increasing proportion of sites turning to the likes of Facebook in order to increase traffic and revenue - and let's face it, 500 million people is a pretty attractive audience for anyone - isn't it time we started putting our collective foot down about the way in which our every move is monitored?
What's really ironic in all of that? That column has a 'Like' button.

Okay, so that's all kinds of unnerving and creepifying, but I should point out again--Google does this, too. They track where they've been to figure out what ads we may be most interested in. And they do it without consent or requiring permission, just like Facebook. So why do we not have just as many personal privacy issues with Google?

First, because they haven't gotten a lot wrong, while Facebook has. Second, the Google CEO has never come right out and called users of Google's services stupid for using the service. That's pretty damning, even if it's from Zuckerberg's immensely younger, Harvard-attending, spoiled self.

But I digress. Back to Young's original column:
"The problem is with web cookies. A cookie is a small text file created by your web browser. It stores 'name / value pairs', which is fancy programmer talk for stuff like this:

username=PresidentSkroob
password=12345
last_visit=March 24, 2011
mobile_user=no"
And before anyone sneers at the password? What we learned from the whole Gawker debacle is that people pick some pretty dumb passwords. The top three on the analyzed list, after all, are "123456", "654321", and "password". Yeah.
"It lets websites store information on your computer. These files are keyed to the domain name. So, Facebook can only read cookies created by your visit to Facebook.com and The Escapist can only see inside of cookies created by your visit to escapistmagazine.com. The information contained in a cookie is sent when you visit a site. So, if I previously visited Facebook on this computer, it will send my Facebook cookie, which will let Facebook have my name and (if I so choose) password. That way I don't have to log in every time I visit the site, and it can know ahead of time if I want the lightweight mobile version of the page or the all-singing, all-dancing, graphic-heavy full version. If I go to another computer, it won't have a Facebook cookie on it, and so I'll have to type in my name & password to log in."
Which, frankly, is as it should be, in my book. But we are creatures of habit. We don't want inconvenience, we want comfort (occasionally, and usually, to our detriment). People (and I am one of these people), when given the prompt to save a username/password combo, will generally choose to do so. (Were I on a shared computer, I might not be so blithe about this, but I'm on my own computer. I have this feeling, false and intangible as it might be, that because it's my home computer, that I'm the only user who will see these saved password prompts. (Which is as may be, depending, but some people forget and hit the save option on shared computers, simply out of habit. But again, I digress.)
"Even if I tell FB not to save my password, it still saves my username. That username gets sent when I load the page, even if I'm not logged in. See, that little button at the bottom of this page is actually a little sub-webpage. It's a little window with a Facebook page inside of it. (Same goes for the ads on the right. That's a sub-window with a Google page inside of it.) When you visited this page, your Facebook.com cookie (assuming you have one) was sent to Facebook. Facebook sees your username, and because of how HTTP headers work, it also sees that you visited from shamusyoung.com. Ergo, Facebook knows you were here. Of course, this only applies to webpages with Facebook features. Facebook has no way of seeing where else you might go."
Except...yeah, they kind of do. Why? Well, assume I went from shamusyoung.com to that UK link...which also has a 'Like' button. Say I went from there to a link a friend sent me, and rather than spawn a new page, I just popped in the URL and went from there. If that one also had a 'Like' button, while in the main three different cookies were created to send back to Facebook, in the specific if anyone's looking at the aggregate data at some point, they will see that my chain went, unbroken, from site 1 to site 2 to site 3.

As long as I am traveling from sites with 'Like' buttons to OTHER sites with 'Like' buttons, Facebook knows everywhere I've been.

And remember, I'm not even sure how my cookies are showing up to Facebook, because you can't kill a Facebook account once opened. (And I opened one for the purpose of getting what is now an incredibly worthless piece in an armor set for Runes of Magic, got creeped out within a scant few hours, waited out my eight days until the I had documented delivery of the piece of armor code, and then got out. And while I've never been back, and have no intention of going back...any cookies generated at sites with the 'Like' button may just track back to my former Facebook account, and not as 'future user' placeholders.

(Which is creepy enough just on its own.)
"It's important to point out that this is not some nefarious new thing Facebook is doing. Everyone uses cookies. This site remembers the name you use in the comments because that stuff is stored in a shamusyoung.com cookie on your computer. Google uses them. Battle.net uses them. Blogger.com. My Space. Youtube. The Escapist. Google. Yahoo. Blogspot. Wikipedia. Twitter. Anywhere that you log in knows at least your username and the last time you visited."
As I said with the Google example, yeah--a lot of places does this. In fact, secondlife.com does this, because I've set it up to remember my username and password. Just like the Second Life forums (or at least the old ones--I haven't sent in a comment on the new system, and...I'm not sure I'm going to). Just like a lot of places I go to...and most of which, to be honest, have Facebook 'Like' buttons.
"The reason people get worked up about Facebook is because it's so ubiquitous. (And because the founder of Facebook is reportedly a complete douche.) Nobody cares about Yahoo cookies because Yahoo isn't lurking in the corner of every page on the web. The problem isn't that Facebook is more hostile to privacy than other sites, it's that Facebook naturally has access to data that other sites don't, because they're less popular."
I hate to have this come down to some sort of popularity contest, but he's right--Facebook goes farther because Facebook has a lot of users. It's akin to CBS getting the highest-rated show on the airwaves in a certain time slot--they can then take those numbers to the advertisers, and say "See? If you buy ad time for this program, more eyes will see your ad."

That's actually kind of the point in marketing and advertising--to get those numbers, so you'll be funded--through advertising, through direct contributions, through users signing up for subscriptions, whatever. In this breakdown, it doesn't matter a whit whether you're secondlife.com, yahoo.com, or chillygirls.com--your job is to get eyes on your work, the best ways you can. (And yeah, before anyone hunts it down? That last one's real. And really NSFW.)
"If you're really concerned about this, there are things you can do. You can set your cookies to be deleted every time you close your web browser. It will make it impossible for Facebook to see where you are, even when visiting sites like this one."
And he's right, we can, save...this is that comfort vs. security thing again. We can set our browsers to delete all cookies saved every time we close our browsers down. (And some people go farther.) But for most of us, we want that comfort and convenience--so we allow the cookies, we allow push messages on our mobile devices, we allow sites to remember our usernames and passwords--because it's just so much bother if we don't, right?
"For a blog like mine, word of mouth is life. You need a stream of new users just to replace the ones that wander off. Some people get mad and leave. Or lose interest when I change focus to something outside of their sphere of interest. Sometimes they just get tired of me. It happens."
Absolutely. Case in point: I adore Girl Genius. I adore Looking for Group. (Hells, I even have a Richard doll sitting in my bookcase.) But have I read either of those strips the last month? No, I have not. Will I get back to them? Absolutely, because I like both strips. But my attention wandered, I got busy, I lost the time for casual webcomics reading...it happens. To everyone.
"There is nothing I can do to directly draw in new readers, short of forum spam and link-begging on more popular sites – which is one of the most labor-intensive ways of wasting one's time. No, I need word of mouth, and the Facebook Like button is the perfect tool for the job. It's governed entirely by readers. People press it when I do something they like. That action will appear on their Facebook page and attract their friends, who probably share a lot of common tastes and interests. It takes my best material and promotes it to people who are most likely to enjoy it. Even if I was willing to pay money for an advertising campaign, I wouldn’t be able to find something as effective as that little button."
Which is Shamus Young's very polite way of saying, That Facebook 'Like' button isn't going away, people. Deal with it.

You can't please everyone all the time, and the truth of the matter is, this is the internet--so you're going to have people you purely can't please, because for whatever reason, their greatest thrills in life are contrarian ones--arguing dubious points, protesting change in any form, and demeaning anyone who doesn't agree with them. (And, save for the last, I fall into that camp, sad to say--because I protest a lot of things that aren't necessarily going to change--for me or for anyone else--and I do love a good argument.) And even counting those people, you're going to make decisions--as individuals, as companies, as corporate entities--that are designed to lose you people, sometimes. (Do I even need to say Dragon Age 2 at this point?)

So for a lot of bloggers, columnists, newspapers, companies, corporations and even world powers--getting those extra eyes in makes all the difference. And one of the best ways for people to get those eyes in? That 'Like' button.

Which is depressing, but I think Shamus Young is also speaking for Second Life by saying that 'Like' button is going to stick around. It's our choice how to deal with it on our end.

I want to mention one more thing before I close this entry, which is Rock Paper Shotgun's "No Oceans" campaign. I don't know if it will go anywhere, but I think it's a worthwhile goal--getting everyone, internationally, on the same page for game releases would cut down a lot of torrenting of games, and, more to the point, get everyone accustomed to playing together, and being able to play together--which would diminish some game piracy (not all, but even a little will help), and hey, while we're at it, maybe foster some stronger international friendships, what the hell. Spread the word.

(And yeah, on that column? There's a 'Like' button.)

08 October, 2010

you're faking a smile with the coffee to go

Does anyone recognize this bridge? It looks familiar, but I can't quite place it.

KING SOLDIER WARRIOR: EMEm]
KING SOLDIER WARRIOR: em
KING SOLDIER WARRIOR: HEY you on?

Emilly: Now?
Emilly: Sort of
Emilly: What's up?

KING SOLDIER WARRIOR: EM
Emilly: Yes
KING SOLDIER WARRIOR: ALSO I just drank all night, got high with a friend
and those girls left COOKIES OUTSIDE MY DOOR
Im in love
Im high, drunk, and hungry
and theres cookies here
Soft chocolate chip cookies
You got to have some

Emilly: They are saints among women
Emilly: You should never steal their doormat again

KING SOLDIER WARRIOR: um
KING SOLDIER WARRIOR: so
KING SOLDIER WARRIOR: you wouldnt tell me to write a thank you note
KING SOLDIER WARRIOR: and pin the mat to the wall?
KING SOLDIER WARRIOR: oh man so soft
KING SOLDIER WARRIOR: these are really great

Emilly cackles
Emilly: Well, I suppose that works too
.
KING SOLDIER WARRIOR: Em
KING SOLDIER WARRIOR: taste this
KING SOLDIER WARRIOR: ITS SO SOFT AND CHOCOLATELY
KING SOLDIER WARRIOR: chocolatey?
KING SOLDIER WARRIOR: chococlate-y?

Emilly: Well, there's the issue of distance, but I get what you're going for.
KING SOLDIER WARRIOR: fuck
Emilly: Chocolately? That seems right.
KING SOLDIER WARRIOR: Got ten left, left 5 for guy who had weed
KING SOLDIER WARRIOR: I was like bro
KING SOLDIER WARRIOR: you missed out on munchies like mom used to make


So glad we all weren't left hanging on the tragic tale of Two Dormmates and their Welcome Mat...but obviously, again, God was in some form of altered state when he told me this.

Also, God brings me odd comics. Pretty sure that's not funny in any traditional sense, but it would likely be hysterical if I was the type to find Nazi anime girls attractive too. (Yeah. He found me that too. Did I mention God is on the deranged side?)

Meanwhile, from Myspace...this:

Hey, I came across your blog through Nic Buxom and thought you seemed pretty interesting. ^. ^

Um. Her name is Indie McEmopants.

Indie? If you're reading? Thank you, but I never go to MySpace unless it's to view someone's band/music page. Seriously. I don't even remember how to log in anymore, it's been that long. Want to follow me? Grand. Blog. Right here. But MySpace? My MySpace is pretty content-less by design, because I never log in.

Comment from David Cartier I found relevant:
It's not exactly extortion; more of an Academic Babylonian Captivity, and for a lot of people, Linden lab waited just a bit too long to cave. A lot of Plan Bs have already been put into effect. All of the Open Sim Welcome Areas have been more like refugee processing centres the last few days.
What that's from? Read on. Seems an educational sim got notice by email of the 'locking in' of lower rates. The problems in this--and they are many--are:
  • There's still no info on the blog about the discounted price extensions.
  • There's still no acknowledgement of grant-funded educational organizations who may not be able to gain access to additional funds, and especially not this quickly.
  • There's zero acknowledgement that many educational institutions just can't move within two months--not off SL, per se, because that's what many of them are thinking, but "move" as in move forward--that the matter of additional requested payments is rarely the choice of one individual owner, but a board of directors or other educators who meed at specific times and discuss budgetary concerns.
  • And the big one, there's a total absence of any Linden-based acknowledgement that it just doesn't matter whether they're announcing this in October or next Aprille--that the funds needed and requested were allocated in August, and won't be allocated again until next August.
In short? It speaks to a rather insane level of utter cluelessness, if not outright contempt, on the part of Linden Labs for their educational userbase. I'm agreeing with the "abusive lover" comment of Daniel Smith's:
The 'early renewal' option sounds too much like an abusive lover.. too much like 'oh baby, don't go.. please come back.. I'm sorry.. it'll be different this time!'.
"The damage has been done," he goes on to say, "and people will move on". Damn right it has. And they will.

27 June, 2009

ten thousand around me, yet I was alone

Because, if all goes well, my children's children, too, will have their tomorrows thickly sliced and sweetly scented, studded with memory, and appled with hope.

It's a good wish.

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With only a week or so left to go on the Hair Fair? I think Nushru is out of luck. "Coming Soon!" is rather optimistic at this point.

And on not infrequent occasion, the Japanese deeply, deeply confuse me. Forget the question of why would anyone want a motorcycle made out of two women; that's actually self-answering. It's the deeper question of why would you want the motorcycle made out of two women to be positioned in such a bafflingly useless fashion.

I'm with one respondent on the mention--the fan art from this is either going to be horrendous, or fantastically confusing...

In Americamura sim, Hani just opened:

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Note: "eyeblow". Um, I'm fairly sure I don't want that ever to happen.

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Also, if these are the "eyeblows" in question? Wau, do they make her look demonic.

Still, that could have an up side--all of the wicked fun with the nineteen yards of angst on the side; no horn headaches!

The other up side? Everything's half off for the opening, so this eye set, and the "nomal" (yes, that's how she spelled it) size ones are both L$32 a set.

In other news, life continues downhill. I shouldn't be surprised at this anymore...

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I rather figured this would happen, actually. The nature of things being as they are, the train wreck couldn't be peaceful forever.

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On the plus side, the train's mobile, and only slightly on fire. This is actually good news.

Now I just need to find the rest of the train...

Honestly, going back to Hair Fair for a moment? It kills me that people are still screaming about ARC. It's so flawed, it's so unreliable, yet so many people have seized it as the Source of All SL Evil; even I fall into that thinking on occasion.

ARC really only lags me; I do understand that; my best option for not lagging trying to rez in someone with over 3000 ARC is just to face the other way.

In Hair Fair, this becomes problematic, though; my choices seem to be 1) face the 3000 ARC idiots with overprimmed backpacks and belts, legwarmers and fluffy neko tails (and yes, it's tragic how many avatars that describes), or 2) face the sculpted 150-prim madness that is each individual vendor booth at Hair Fair.

There's no way to win.

On the plus side, Mr. Drinkwater's rez day party was yesterday, though his actual rez day is the 24th (I think...when last checked, that's the date I remember).

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So of course a party was thrown!

I'm usually the one detailing who was whom in the photo, but I have no clue. I know Duchess Gabi was the DJ in peach; I know Mr. Drinkwater was tattooed in the kilt; everyone (and it seemed like everyone I knew and then some popped in!) else sort of all blurred together. Just about everyone who could make it, did.

Pretty nice accomplishment for a fellow who walked into a grid with no libraries at all. Three years later, he's the standard everyone wants to emulate. That's just damned keen. And the best benchmark for excellence any of us could hope for.

Kudos, Mr. Drinkwater, and may you have many more rez days to come.

Lastly, before I tie this up, I've gotten into video-making...sort of. One True Media has a service whereby one loads pictures or video clips, then uploads music, and the service pairs them and presents them. You can then upload them to a blog, a web page, or my personal favorite, YouTube.

I started with one of my favorite movie soundtrack songs, paired with images of Harley Quinn and the Joker in various forms--Too Bad You're Crazy. Then I got introspective--the train wreck on the rails again does that--and turned out over the last four days Sleep and We Walk the Same Line.

I'm getting the hang of this, I think. I just need to not freak out so much on proper attribution of everything...

19 June, 2009

and the moon gives me permission and I enter through her eyes

Carrying over a bit from yesterday...I don't talk a lot about non-virtual life here (and I'm not planning on starting!), but this was a good divergence point, I think.

Note: I didn't cover cane sugar, or beet sugar; though they are different, they're sold interchangeably, and they both spike blood sugar in equivalent ways. For everything else...this is a pretty good alternative sweetener roundup, with conversion tables; make your own decisions from there.

A special note on stevia. You can spend hours reading through the stevia website, and at this point, it comes in green powdered herb form, white powder form, dark liquid, clear liquid, and flavored liquid forms. In the US, it is sold as a nutritional supplement, not a food additive, because the FDA caves far too readily to evil and short-sighted corporations. This page lists the conversion rates per form of stevia, and it doesn't take a lot to sweeten most dishes.

Stevia is absorbed well by most systems, can be mixed in drinks, can be used in baking, can be used in micro-amounts to sweeten things...so where's the down side? Yeah, there is one. Because stevia is actually so very intensely bitter, the tongue reads it as sweet, and 90% of the population can use it interchangeably with actual sweeteners. The remaining 10% of the population has tastebuds sensitive enough to detect the actual bitterness, and this is fixed; if you're one of the ninety percent, you're golden; if you're not, it won't ever taste sweet for you.

But it's like glucosamine--I spoke with an orthopedist once who recommended it to his patients. When I asked why, he said that most doctors make a big deal about the fact that it only works on half the people. He said that was short-sighted; that meant it did work, and work well, on the other half. "And it's a funny thing," he said. "If it works for you, it never stops working. So I always tell my patients to try it."

Same thing here. If stevia works for you, it works for you, flat out. If it doesn't, move on to something else. All you're risking is a bit of bitterness and who knows; you might be part of that ninety percent!

Now then, on to other things. I've been idly following various posts on the adult continent, now that it's open; but this one, I admit, disturbed me somewhat.

I want to start out by saying there's a common perception out on the grid about Prokovy Neva. Like or dislike, Neva is frequently viewed as the bench mark of lunacy; when you talk about avatars that are out there, Neva's frequently viewed as far out beyond them.

So agreeing with Neva is, to a large extent, viewed as a benchmark of one's own sanity: to wit, if one agrees with Neva, one is then insane...or at least, not altogether together.

That having been said, I am uncomfortably on board with some of Neva's points in that entry, and the one before it, as much as I have points of disagreement. It bothers me.

But I want to break it down further than that, and explain why. I realize it's me-versus-the-community, here; I know I don't hang out in the kidzones, partially because I don't want to, and partially because I find I dislike children en masse even as another child, as much as I disliked other children when I was a child in RL. But I've learned over the course of a life, in or out of the virtual: if I think it, someone else does, too. No human is completely alone in how they reason; how they feel; what they find amusing, or sad, or angering. None of us.

So I had to respond.

"1. Child avatars are creepy in Second Life because they are a marker for those using them for unlawful and immoral 'ageplay'."

Not everyone. I have a child avatar. These days, she's never seen. If I wear her, she never leaves the house, because I am not at my most social when in her skin, as well as the aforementioned children thing--most SL kids bug me beyond all reason. I wear her to sit and think; I wear her to curl up and watch the world from my windows; I wear her to build things that are very small and very intricate. In general I don't interact with other children or adults; in fact, in all the time I've had her, only three adults have ever seen her, I trusted each one implicitly, in all worlds, and nothing sexual, sensual, or even vaguely flirtatious happened.

"2. Child avatars are creepy because even if they aren't a marker for actual child pornography distributors, or actual 'ageplay' practitioners of the simulated kind, a broader category, they are a marker for a cynical, nihilist, and extremist sort of artist or geek or anonymous and insolent Internet troll who like to shock, annoy, make uncomfortable, trip up liberals by hijacking their own values, etc. anything to get a reaction."

Again, I have to say no, at least in my case. I am not an advocate for child porn. I am not an advocate for any form of ageplay--hells, any form of play period--which is not based on understanding and consent.

I am also not a troll, I am not excessively interested in shock value for the sake of it, getting reactions from fellow avatars just for the reaction...none of these things are true for me, nor for me in child skin.

"3. Finally, child avatars are creepy because even if the creepy child avatar in question doesn't fit into one of these two categories -- 1) not a RL pedophile or unlawful 'ageplayer,' and 2) not an extremist edgecaser and nihilist cynic barking endlessly on the forums -- they are objectively carrying water particularly for the latter category by insisting that they must be granted the right to go everywhere, even in M and AO, not be sequestered to PG, because 'in real life' children are everywhere, and therefore we must be very literalist about the Linden -- an EU legal stipulation -- that child avatars are ok -- unless you use them to engage in sexualized behavior."

And once more, I say no, because I am in no wise an RL pedophile, nor an unlawful 'ageplayer', nor a voice very often heard on the forums. And when I am in child form, if I am on Mature land, it is land I own. I am not traveling to sex areas, dungeons, dark roleplay sims, simply because my child form is not interested. In fact, when initially deciding on a child skin, I spent two weeks going over the options, and I got one that comes in two forms only--either smoothly and sexually neuter, with no upper or lower sexual definition, or a skin with drawn underwear layers baked to the skin. My child avatar cannot have sex, she doesn't have the equipment for it, by design.

How'ver, this was where I first stumbled, because...while I do not fit category one, or category two, nor do I fit category three...I would never dream of taking my child avatar out to the adult continent. Never. And why am I so insistent on this point? Because of human perceptions.

Our perceptions are tricky and indistinct, our morality even more vague on frequent occasion; but if one formally plays a child most of the time, why would one ever even seek access to Zindra? Moreover, if for some reason (that of maintaining a business, for example, and having an adult avatar to do so) that SL child did have a need to get verified, why would that child ever transport to Zindra--as a child?!?

And here we start running into the most visible, and singularly obvious, flaw in the Linden plan for the adult continent.

Now, I'm not this much of a jerk, but let's just say for argument's sake...I have three avatars: one furry, one child, and one human. I have three landmarks: one to Furtopia, one to Sinland, one to Kidvale.

Now, I could just restrict--per the rules of these invented places--my appearance to only that which they want. Or, I could show up as a human in Furtopia. I could show up as a kid in Sinland. I could show up as an adult in Kidvale.

Restricting just my account to adult, or non-adult, okay, fine. But if there are no tools to restrict what can be rezzed out, or worn, in certain places, the experiment is useless.

"Why would no. 3 be creepy, when it is all innocence and light and lollypops and tricycles? The answer is: because they all lost crediblity when Marianne McCann (shudder at the use of that RL abducted child's name again) went to the adult continent and appeared dancing next to a giant penis."

Still haven't found pictures of this. Did find open admission that Marianne McCann went to the adult continent (along with a lot of other SL kids). And I admit, this bothers me. I know, I've heard the defenses from both sides, that as long as there's nothing outwardly sexual in what's going on, the kids can be there.

This may well be first life carryover, but I know when I'm sitting on a couch with someone, even just idly flirting and kissing, nothing else, clothes still on--I stop if a kid comes in. Not because I think what I'm doing is inherently shameful, or per se inappropriate--but because children change the vibe. I can sit and talk to most children, individually, and have a fine time--I can sit and flirt and kiss with some adults and be happy--in general I don't combine the two, I'm just not wired for that.

And maybe that's another agreement point with Neva, because--frankly, if I'm on the adult continent, there's only a handful of reasons I'm going to be there, very very few of which are "for the scenery". So if I'm there, I have a purpose, it's an adult purpose, and children aren't part of anything I'm looking to find.

"Marianne used poor judgement in appearing on the adult continent, and set back the cause for her entire group of child avatar users who didn't wish to be associated with 'ageplay'."

I should point out, I'm quoting everything directly from the entry, no spelling corrections, no attempt to make anything sound better, or more or less disturbing than it is.

But yeah, I'm finding myself thinking this--exploring the grid as a child? Fine. Photographing one's adventures? Sure. I do this as a fae, as a neko, as a mer, as a fur--whatever, it works.

Going to the adult continent as a child? Why? Just...why?

"Except...I really don't think such a space exists, because I think people using child avatars tend more than others to be coming from a dysfunctional place [...]"

And here we are back at no after tentatively agreeing, again. Save for one thing: do I believe that there is anyone on the grid, anyone at all, even one person, who roleplays a child on SL, an arguably known eighteen-and-older game....who does it purely and innocently for the lark of it? A single person who just plays a child because, and has no issues whatsoever?

No. And there's another cringing point when I think about it, because if you know you have issues, and you are using a given look to process them, that's one thing. If you are climbing into a kid's skin and you don't know why? Maybe you should think on why you're doing it.

The rest of the post, unfortunately, descends into more psychotic spaces, and I refuse to air more than I absolutely need to, here. But it bothers me. It bothers me a lot. I know why some SL children are children. I know why some of us need that ability to go back, to safe places, and layer good experiences over deeply tragic ones, just to regain some perspective. Tinies don't necessarily do this. Dolls don't necessarily do this, and there's more than a touch of fetishizing in that community (not that I mind; though I have never, ever played an underage doll).

But child skins...they do. Without words, without effort, at times, they drop us back in that space of looking at the world from a new perspective. They bring us that open learning ability once more. We can learn, we can play, we can grow, we can change, and ways that we might not think to change, as children, are ways that we may say are impossible as adults.

So...yeah. I really twitch agreeing in any way with Neva, but...yeah. I think Marianne, and all the other SL children who rushed to Zindra when it opened, have once again insolubly linked sex with children on SL.

And that's just wrong. Wrong start to finish.

And gives me even more ammunition against ever appearing, even alone, as my child form again. Which is the real tragedy, when you think about it--that because of these wrongful perceptions, people in my position, who may lack my insight, will feel they can't be seen as the children they may need, every once in a while, to be.

It's not a good thing. Unfortunately, in this regard, it's not a game. We don't get a 'do-over' with Zindra. What the SL kids did who showed up there...it can't be changed, now, it's over, the damage is already done.

It just remains to be seen how far the damage will ripple out this time.

18 June, 2009

the spirit enters into me and I submit to trust

I am way late on announcing this, but if anyone reading this has purple poetry in mind, hie thee hence to Winterfell Absinthe and der Hut des Jaegers! The theme is purple in honor of the RFL; the time is NOW (which would be five pm SLT, runs until seven pm SLT or so); so GO, already!

Remember the rules for proper poetry appreciation: no push weapons, all ammunition temp-rez only. Thanks!

Some controversy is currently being aired around and about on how Marianne McCann, noted child spokesperson, was seen on the adult continent dancing with Blondin Linden and a giant penis.

Apparently no one got pictures (or I couldn't find them); but I did find these:

M Linden in Zindra with Marianne McCann present
Blondin Linden dancing with a giant penis

Now, depending on how the two images were taken, these could have been hours apart. Was Miss Marianne still there? With the adult continent untenanted, does it matter why she was there? (She admits in her own blog that she was there, because she loves exploring new lands. And let's face it, there hasn't been a whole new continent for a LONG time!)

Me, I'm more curious as to why the voices denouncing her presence loudest seemed to take no photographic proof of things.

And I'm also amused at the concept of Blondin Linden dancing at the opening of Zindra with a giant penis. I'm sure the jokes will occur to everyone reading this, so I don't have to go into any of them.

Now, then, let's talk about dynamic image resizing; it's a very good thing, but it also strongly contributes to the death of trust in image, a state we've been moving towards for years, now. If we cannot trust the images we see, if they can easily and conveniently be manipulated, we are left with only memory to confirm our experiences.

And memory does get so tricky at times...

(If you want to play around with the concept, and you work with Gimp, they've got a liquid rescaling plug-in to do so. Make sure your version of Gimp is at least 2.4.)

In musical news, BWAHAHAHAHA...I mean, yay! Actually, that is a yay, that's going in the bandcar. Very, very keen. I'll switch my parcels accordingly when it arrives. :)

And, if I may get personal a moment...

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Each year, today rolls around and I realize, I have a lower bar for the good birthday than most people. If I'm alive come today, I am happy. Everything else is icing.

But late yesterday, it struck me--I have so many others in my life that contribute to my happiness, as much as I try to contribute to theirs. And I know so many passionate, intelligent, creative people, people who would be amazing in any reality, and I realize that more than being happy for me, I'm happy, humbled and grateful to know them.

So it may be happy birthday to me, but it's also me realizing that I am very happy to know you. As much as I may disagree with some people, as much as the Lindens irk me at times, we're all here, the world is here, we're all learning together.

So it's a very good day, today, for all those reasons as well. (Even if I'm taking today off from Second Life to celebrate the first one.)

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It struck me also, much as coming across this image made me miss the floating chain, how far I've come with Morgaine. And to be honest, really, truthfully, I will never be the one with the showplace home. It's just not in me. My idea of period style is not the palatial upper-crust estate, it's the faery ring off in the woods watched by Victorian photographers. It's the opium den draped in faded silk fabrics, redolent with poppy smoke and incense, small cups of gunpowder tea next to low pallets. It's the pyramid buried in the heart of London, the fogged and filthy streets of Whitechapel.

I'm a peasant at heart. But I finally feel like I have something close to appropriate on the Morgaine parcel. We'll see how long it lasts. :)

In the meantime, I'll leave you with the single densest chocolate cake I know, flourless and divine: the appropriately named Bête Noire. Enjoy.

Ingredients:

1/2 cup (4 ounces, or 113 grams) water
1-1/3 cups (10.6 ounces, or 310.6 grams) sugar
8 ounces (225 grams) unsweetened chocolate, chopped
4 ounces (113 grams) bittersweet chocolate, chopped
1 cup (2 sticks; 8 ounces, or 225 grams) unsalted butter, softened and cut into small pieces
5 large eggs, at room temperature

White Chocolate Sauce:

1/2 cup (4 ounces, or 113 grams) heavy (whipping) cream
5 ounces (about 150 grams) white chocolate, chopped
1/4 cup (little over 53 ml, or 2 ounces) Drambuie, Amaretto, or Frangelico (you can also go with liqueur of choice, but these are the top three)

Whipped cream (garnish)
White chocolate (or dark chocolate) curls (garnish)

First, butter a 9-inch (228.6 mm) round cake pan (not a springform) and line the bottom with a piece of buttered parchment paper.

Combine the water and 1 cup (225 grams) of sugar in a medium saucepan; bring to a boil over high heat, stirring to dissolve the sugar. Boil for two minutes; remove the pan from heat and add the chopped unsweetened and bittersweet chocolates piece by piece, stirring constantly until melted.

Add one piece of soft butter to the pan, stirring until it melts. Add the remaining butter, one piece at a time, until all of it is incorporated into the batter. This will take about ten minutes; keep the pan off the heat.

With an electric mixer, beat the eggs with the remaining sugar on high speed for five minutes or so, until the eggs are light-colored and have tripled in volume.

Gently fold the chocolate mixture into the eggs until blended. Do this slowly, don't over-mix the two: you'll deflate the cake if you do!

Pour the batter into the prepared cake pan. Set the cake in a roasting pan and add a half inch (12.7 mm) of hot water to the roasting pan to create a water bath (bain-marie). Bake until the cake is just set, twenty-five minutes to half an hour, depending on oven temp.

Remove the cake pan from the water bath and set on a wire rack to cool for ten minutes. Carefully slide a chill knife around the rim of the pan, put a serving plate over the pan upside-down, then carefully invert the cake onto it (flip the pan, basically).

White Chocolate Sauce:

To make the White Chocolate Sauce, place the cream in a small saucepan. Bring to a simmer over high heat, then remove the pan from the stove. Add the white chocolate, stirring until melted and smooth. Then stir in the liqueur of your choice.

To serve, slice the cake into wedges, wiping the knife blade after each cut. Place the cake atop a pool of warm White Chocolate Sauce, or just drizzle the cake with the sauce on a small plate. Garnish with whipped cream and white (or dark) chocolate curls.

This is amazingly rich; think (very very very) thin slices. It's akin to eating a truffle, it's that dense. You can serve it hot or cold, there are adherents for both. And it won't freeze, but you can refrigerate it for up to a week.

Diabetic notes: Still insanely rich, but you can substitute the sugar in this for Splenda in equal amounts. You'd still have the sweetened white chocolate to deal with, I can't track down a sugarless white chocolate source. But it may be out there.

And that's all for now. See you Friday!

[Yes, there are other alternatives to Splenda, but few are baking-stable. For that, it's Splenda, stevia powder, which has to be measured person to person, sometimes, and there's 10% of the population who can't eat it at all...or the alcoholized sugar alternatives, xylitol, mannitol, and sorbitol--which can cause severe gastric upset to many. Compared to that, Splenda becomes kind of the only game in town. But you're free to experiment.]

08 May, 2009

once upon a century, wistful oceans calm and red

A lovely cyborg avatar was seen on the Not Possible in Real Life blog. I must remember to link that in the blogroll somewhere...and take Miss Neome to see the av.

Miss Oriana Pooley sent out a missive to more than one of the groups to which I belong, giving out a SLUrl along with the staggering "information" that the Red Hot Chili Peppers were playing, live, at the Gothic Fair.

As Fawkes is a fan, and couldn't be in world, I set off to find out what this was, and exactly what she meant when she said "live in world".

What I found? A mall. And above that mall was the convention center where the so-called "Gothic Fair" was exhibiting.

Queen was playing on the land stream. And all I found was lag.

I was understandably irked:

[19:29] Emilly Orr: Oriana, that was a very crude marketing ploy, in addition to being very annoying. I'm not impressed, and I'm not happy about the loss of fifteen minutes' build time to run down something that was lagged into the next century, featuring a music stream that was not only *not* live, but nothing remotely "gothic" in nature. I'm disappointed.

Some few hours later, her response arrived:

[20:42] Oriana Pooley: (Saved Fri May 08 20:33:39 2009) ok.. sorry

I want to storm back to the IM box and say that's not good enough, but, as I get the marked feeling she has no idea what she did wrong, it would be a waste of pixilated outrage, at the least.

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Caught at Herbalys, or at least their satellite store in the Red Queen sim, the curious specimen of Narcissus Cathodis. I'm fascinated by how this plant developed; I may have to purchase a seedling and look into its care and feeding.

Mr. Albert Beerbaum is quite the botanist with previously unknown grid-based plants; you can find his main store in Ratin, with examples shown of his entire botanical line. (Also a few candles and mad science flasks to round things out.)

I had a feeling I should organize, as the dress was not, in any way, ceasing to fight me. I turned to my tags as a--I thought--handy distraction.

I soon realized, how'ver, that as much as I may have wanted to kill every tag with five or fewer entries, some of those really fit that category. So I dropped my sights to four. Then three. Then two.

Absinthe was a category that had two, and I sighed, admitting defeat. All right, let's target posts that, after all this time, just have one entry they tag.

Surely that will work, right?

Bling for example. The one entry under that title fit equally well under "shopping and offensive so I let it go.

Duchamp only had one entry as well, this one. As Duchamp has been renamed at this point, I'm removing it, and letting love and loss guide as tags.

In this mostly photographic entry, I realized I could replace Burning Life with art and build, with no effort whatsoever.

The Edison tag I'm keeping; ditto the one for Evocative--not the least of which is I need to go back and edit that post, but also, I want to add in more trips to the Evocative sim at some point.

Fishing also will likely get more entries. I miss fishing.

I removed Lovelace as a tag because I couldn't figure out where, exactly, I mentioned Lovelace in the post that used to reference it. Lunitarium is going to be added to; and I can't think of a better descriptive tag for the one Mondserrat tag than...Mondserrat. And the post on orbiting really needs an orbiting tag...in fact, I still need to answer that question.

I am fail at tag organizing.

I managed to remove poetry; Sector 7 stays but will likely only ever have that one post; and I want to do more shoes posts because they're fun.

I took out Sleepy Hollow, even though it really deserves at least two of the haunted-house posts at this point.

I took out Southend, Tombstone (I replaced it with the roleplay tag), I want to keep the Tusk tag, but I eliminated updates.

Oh, and the cookies tag? Damn it, I have to keep that one. Because it relates back to this entry, which is important for me to read back on, if only once in a while.

So I can at least make it two: here's another recipe.

Pumpkin Cookies Recipe

These cookies are soft and moist. Be sure to let them cool completely and to store them in single layers separated by wax paper, or they will stick together in one large cookie mound.

Ingredients:

* 1 cup butter, room temperature (225 grams)
* 1 cup packed brown sugar (225 grams)
* 1 cup granulated sugar (225 grams)
* 1 cup pumpkin puree (225 grams)
* 1 large egg
* 1 teaspoon vanilla extract (5 ml)
* 2 cups all-purpose flour (450 grams)
* 1 1/3 cups quick or old-fashioned oats (275 grams)
* 1 teaspoon baking soda
* 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
* 1 teaspoon ground cardamom
* 1/2 teaspoon salt
* 1 cup of pumpkin seeds (225 grams)
* 1 cup dried currants (225 grams)

Instructions:

1 Preheat the oven to 350° F. (Gas mark 4, 180 C, Circotherm 160--pick what works for you.)

2 Beat the butter and sugars together until light and fluffy, about 3 minutes.

3 Add the egg, vanilla, and pumpkin puree and beat for another 3 minutes.

4 In a separate bowl combine the flour, oats, baking soda, salt, cardamom and cinnamon and whisk together. Slowly add it to the butter mixture until just combined, being sure to scrape down the sides and bottom once or twice to ensure even mixing.

5 Fold in the pumpkin seeds and currants. Drop spoonfuls of dough on cookie sheets lined with parchment paper. Bake for 13-15 minutes. Allow to cool on the tray for a minute or two to set, then move to a wire rack to finish cooling.

Makes 4 dozen cookies.


You're welcome.

All in all, after a few hours, I managed to only eliminate nine tags. Still...it's a start.

16 February, 2008

someone holds me safe and warm

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Some things happen for good reasons. Some things happen for bad reasons. Some things happen purely out of random chance.

On occasion, however, friendship, luck and love combine, and the world subtly shifts.

It's not well known, and the why of it may remain shrouded for some time to come (potentially to me as much as anyone else) but--due to one thing and another--Kaleidecopia House is no longer in the world.

I still have my bright blue build with all the stained glass windows, but it travels with me now. Our shop is still in Penzance, but not our home. With much contemplation, we accepted an offer to sell the home parcel, and set off looking for somewhere else in Caledon to call home.

We did not expect to find it so soon.

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We reestablished my larger tree dwelling in my beloved Rivula, and spent some time with windows drawn, in that space of mossed forest primeval, discussing, sorting, acting and reacting. Crisis built from the world beyond the world, which ended in...something of a collapse, on my part. My core friends, my loves, came forward to support me, something for which I remain profoundly grateful...and I was carried, broken and bleeding from soul to skin, to a better place.

We were offered sanctuary in Caledon Morgaine.

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It's a harsh lesson, but a true one: our words have power. This is, on its surface, an obvious statement, nearly a ridiculously obvious one--but, even with hitting 10,000 visits to the wee blog? I still had the notion that it did not matter, to anyone, what I said here, that I was writing profoundly for myself, that no one paid much attention to what I wrote here, to me.

This is not some swelled-ego "Dig me" realization, from this, trust me--but I know now, what I say here? Resonates beyond this space. My words have power. My words can hurt, more than just me. The train wreck travels and touches lives beyond my own.

I can apologize all I wish--and I do, and I have--and if I speak on my life, my life of so many secrets, that's my responsibility, no one else's. But if I speak on those portions of my life, that expose the secrets of others, secrets they may not--or actively do not--wish shared: that, I do, to my shame and their peril.

It's a harsh lesson, but a necessary one: I have been wrong when I do these things, I have wronged and harmed others, and all the regrets in me, copper-acid on my spendthrift tongue, will not change that. I was responsible. And I was irresponsible.

So now, I begin to heal. I am weak, and I resent it, but I will slowly grow stronger, hopefully heal and be better. I may not be as frequently seen, at social events or even in the world, for some time. I accept this. I have responsibilities here, and I will be responsible for them, it will give me a pattern to the convalescent days. And pain will still be part of the train wreck, because how could it not? I'm still me.

But it's going to be less of the point of this blog. I will have to consider carefully the impact of what I write, rather than writing blind. Every entry that deals with personal angst, mourning, pain, loss--I will need to consider whether it's just me I'm choosing to expose, or is it someone else, who would not have chosen such exposure?

Expect...carefully chosen angst from this point. More where-we-are posts. More skin/fashion/sim reviews (I can't stop those, and I won't stop being honest on them, and I learn from every one, even if no one else does).

And, since it was brought up by more than one person--occasional cookies.

[[NOTE: For anyone who took down this recipe and wondered how much baking soda? It's, err, now in there. I skipped that bit. Oops.]]

Moravian Cookies

1/4 cup butter
1/2 cup molasses
3 Tablespoons firmly packed brown sugar
1/2 teaspoon each: ground cinnamon, ground ginger, ground cloves
1/4 teaspoon each: nutmeg, allspice, black pepper
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
dash salt
1 3/4 cups sifted flour
1 cup rum (or brandy, or whisky), plus a shot glass

You'll also need: a large mixing bowl, desired cookie cutters, clean flour-sack towels, or cheesecloth, and a large-size holiday or cookie tin with a tight lid (like the Danish butter cookies come in, for example). Also a spatula.

First, heat the molasses in a saucepan over medium heat and stir in the butter. Add sugar, all spices and soda. STIR LIKE MAD: it'll foam up and try to leave the pan. DON'T LET IT!

Lower heat, pour a shot of the rum, and sip it for a bit, breathing.

Pour your butter/spice blend into the mixing bowl. Stir in the flour and beat well until it forms a large spiced ball on its own.

Open the tin, lay the first bit of cheesecloth or flour-sack towel on the bottom (it should drape over the sides of the tin, that's fine). Sprinkle towel with rum. Set aside.

Lightly flour a cutting board, and roll a palm-sized ball of the cookie dough out thin-thin, as thin as you can get it. Cut your shapes. Sprinkle with additional flour to prevent sticking, but use flour sparingly. Move by spatula carefully to towel in the tin. When you have enough to cover that layer, sprinkle with more rum, and lay out a new towel. Sprinkle *that* with rum.

Repeat until the dough's all gone and the tin is full of cut unbaked cookies. (Depending on your cut shapes, you *may* need more than one tin). Fold in all your layers, sprinkle with the rest of the rum (pour more rum if you need to), and press the lid on tightly.

Store this in a cool dark place for at least a month, taking it out on occasion and sprinkling with rum, and recapping. (You can do this for longer; six months works pretty well, I've never had the willpower to push it longer).

When you're ready, heat your oven to 375 degrees, lightly grease a cookie sheet, carefully unload your cookies, and bake each batch for six to eight minutes. Carefully brush excess flour from each cookie with a soft cloth.

Store in a tightly capped container (cleaning out the same tin works; or save that with the towels to wrap dark fruitcake in, that works too).

heart full of blues, space and time

While I decide if it's too late to back-date posts that contain the last of the Hair Fair pics, I got hit with this when I was listening...