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Coyote Musings
Coyote handsome
his coat the same brown
as the dust from which he rises


What is the sound of one hand slapping Schroedinger's cat?


The Quantum Duck goes "quark, quark."

September 2010
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Missing Left Sock Beast [userpic]
Holidailies, Day 1: Introducing Myself

Most of you who read this livejournal already have a pretty good idea of who I am - or who you think I am, anyway, of the public face that I present through this journal. Since this is for Holidailies, however, and since there are a few folks around who are new to this journal, I'll go ahead and type something up and share it again. The rest of you - feel free to skip it or read it because who knows! I might share something I haven't shared before. It doesn't seem likely though, does it?

The things people always want to know in an introduction:
You can call me "Sis" for purposes of Holidailies. Some of you know the name my mother gave me, but I'm not in a sharing mood right now. Sis will work. I have two living parents, married to each other for over 40 years, and one younger sibling who I call the Baby Sicko (largely because it entertains her).

I work for a non-profit (or, rather, "soft-money") branch of a state education system; I am an administrative assistant to a scientist whose main focus is on air quality and particulate matter as related to human health. I do a lot of PowerPoint presentations and I edit a lot of reports and papers for peer-review.

I am not married, not dating, have never dated (unless you ask my best friend's husband, but I honestly didn't think that was a date), and neither have nor want children. I rent a smallish three-bedroom house in the suburbs of a small city in a western state. I have no pets, though I do borrow my cousin's cat from time-to-time.

I am a part-time graduate student at the local university, working towards my Master's Degree in Writing English. Eventually, I want to get my MFA. What this means is that, even though I haven't had a lot published, I do write short and long fiction and poetry.

I am fat. If you have a problem with my stating so in such a blunt fashion, this is probably not the blog for you.

Hobby-wise, I knit, I read a lot (mostly fantasy, non-fiction [particularly relating to knitting, dogs, forensic anthropology, and historical diseases among other topics], and science fiction, roughly in that order), and I can crochet but don't really enjoy it. I'm turning out to be a better cook than I ever thought I could be, and I like to bake bread and cookies from scratch.

My musical tastes are only sort of stuck in the 80s and 90s, and I have a passionate love for classical (particularly modern and "romance") and really good mash-ups. I will watch just about any film out there (there are some exceptions - I'm not very fond of torture porn, for example, and I'm also not a huge fan of romances); my favorite film of all time is The Usual Suspects, though I have seen Jesus Christ, Vampire Slayer and own a copy of Sgt. Pepepr's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

I don't watch a lot of TV, and what I do watch I tend to watch on DVD or hulu.com: CSI:, Bones, Fringe, House, and Heroes; I didn't discover Firefly until it was already off the air. I also like to watch Dirty Jobs and Mythbusters, but since I don't have cable I don't get to very often.

Some other stuff about me that I don't mind sharing:
I am a firm believer in size-acceptance and Health at Every Size.

The "Coyote" in my user name is not accidental, but it isn't my fault, dammit.

I'm quite liberal in my views on most things. That said, as long as you treat me with respect, I will treat you with respect. I am doing as well as I can to live up to the first Unitarian Universalist principle: "I affirm and promote the inherent worth and dignity of every person." It's a goal and a process, but I'm trying, just as I try (when I remember) to live up (or down, depending on your point of view) to the idea that "Everything is Sacred, and Nothing is Sacred. There are six other UU principles (the sacred thing isn't part of the Principles & Sources), but I figure one at a time, and I also feel like the other six kind of flow out of the first.

I identify as UU when asked on a survey, but at best I'm a sort of apathetic agnostic pagan Quaker UU (Really. Coyote's not my fault. And I'm not 100% convinced zie's not just that part of the divine in my own psyche manifesting in a form I'll respond to). Questions of morality and the rightness or wrongness of an action fascinate me as long as everyone on either side of the discussion can keep it civil. I, personally, don't have a lot of patience with organized religion, but I also have no business telling you that what works for you shouldn't work for you.

So. Questions? Comments? Want kudos for making it through all that? See something you'd like me to respond to?

I have a request: If you're here through Holidailies, if you would be so kind as to indicate that in the title of your response, that would rock. Also, I'm not afraid to delete or screen comments if I find it necessary.

At:: work
Feeling:: busybusy
Listening to:: silence

[obscene caller's voice]What are you wearing?[/obv]

A red velour button-front shirt with no pattern to the velour, a blue bra, a white pair of granny panties, a pair of black flare pants, white socks, and white tennis shoes. I leave to the reader's imagination the locations of all of these pieces of clothing.

I played the piano starting from age five until I was about sixteen. However, I haven't played in years, and I never sight-read very well.

I forgot to say - I've started missing it. A lot. But, no piano, so no playing.

Edited at 2008-12-06 12:49 am (UTC)

Size acceptance! YAY! (I freely call myself "fat" because I am. I'm also short. And my eyes are hazel. Oh, and female. Statements of fact, not value judgments.)

Know you won't see this for a bit, but:

If it weren't for the fact that we don't share a religion, I'd be worried that you were me. Fat, short, hazel eyes, female...)

Hmm... interesting concept...

I do know that you can look stunning in a flapper outfit! ;)

I had forgotten I had posted that picture. :)

What's the appeal of forensic anthropology non-fiction? Recommend some?

this takes a little explaining

artslave read a book called Dead Men Do Tell Tales, which was written by William R. Maples, who was a forensic anthropologist at the University of Florida and who also has done a great deal of criminal work (this, btw, is the book I recommend, along with Douglas Ubelaker's Bones, which has nothing to do with the TV show of the same name.)

Apart from the fact that it's science, and although I do poorly at math I am deeply fascinated by most of the sciences (not entomology, though. Bugs creep me right out), I was just hooked on how much a properly-trained forensic anthropologist can tell about a person's life by the marks left on the bone. It's like watching someone else solve a puzzle - I love puzzles, and the next best thing to working on one (alone or in a group) is to watch someone else while they're working things out. To see how the pieces fit together, bit by bit.

Re: this takes a little explaining

Thanks! That sounds like really fun reading - I stuck them on my wish list.

There are others - I have Bill Blass' book on the Body Farm and a book called "Stiffs" about what happens to our bodies when we die, as examples, but I think the Maples and Ubelaker books are most approachable on a rather grim subject.

I listened to Stiff as an audiobook and was slightly annoyed at the coy humor, but I probably would have liked it just fine if I'd actually read it.

Did Coyote trick you into using that name? Because he does have quite a sense of humor.

The only real answer to this question is:

Not Exactly.

Somewhere back in the annals of this journal are a couple of posts about what happened between Coyote and I. I'll hunt for them for you some other time - I'm not in the mood to go digging in the past right now. :)

The short version is thus: I took a guided meditation where Coyote showed up. I did not share this with anyone. Two days later, on Hallowe'en, I bumped into a friend who, based on my Faire garb (which includes Tail) called me "sister coyote."

It stuck.

Cool. I had a series of experiences like that around Spider once. It has been a while since I felt that kind of presence in my life.

Nonsense. You're most excellent, just the way you are.