(I have accidentally turned your Dave-and-Karkat prompt into something female-centric like some kind of a reverse PXS.)
DAVE: what is lovecraftian though
DAVE: what even is that word is this a fucking romcom thing
KARKAT: NO, GOD, IT MEANS "OF OUR HAVING TO DO WITH FEFERI'S MOM"
KARKAT: LALONDE IS YOUR SISTER, AS A SUPPORTIVE BROTHER YOU SHOULD ALREADY KNOW THIS FUCKING WORD, IT IS THE TERM FOR HER SEXUAL PREFERENCES.
DAVE: okay one
DAVE: she wants to fuck plenty of moms other than feferis mom so thats not all inclusive
DAVE: and two youre definitely full of shit because why would there need to be an actual specific word for that
DAVE: like theres no word for jades dog
DAVE: or for damara and there should sure as FUCK be a word for damara
KARKAT: THE DAMARA ONE IS "CHTHONIC." I DON'T ACTUALLY KNOW WHY THERE'S NOT ONE FOR THE DOG.
This is cool: Redshirts being used as part of a church sermon (specifically at St. Dunstan’s Episcopal Church in Madison, Wisconsin). It is, logically enough, being used a bit like a parable (or at least a framing device) to help discuss a larger and more complicated theological idea. I like it when my work finds use in interesting ways like this. The sermon’s pretty good, too.
(Thanks to Pamela Grenfell Smith for bringing it to my attention.)
( To recap a little: )
In November, I ran 17.6 miles. In December I basically didn't run at all. In January, as I was (in the words of my previous post) "preparing to begin to start from scratch," I ran 65 slow miles. In February, I ran 84 slightly less-slow miles. I am hopeful (see me knocking on this wood, here? Knock! Knock! Knockity Knock!) that in March I will finally get back above 100 miles!
I'm still a lot slower than I used to be, but it's been really interesting watching my pace vs heart rate improve. My easy pace heart rate is around 128-140 bpm; my average for a run is usually right around 136. Back in September and October, before I was injured, I'd run my easy runs at a pace between around 8:55-9:35/mile. In January, when I started running again, to keep my HR at the right level I had to run at around 10:30-11 minute pace - though running felt hard enough physically that I often ran even slower.
By the third week of February (a bit more than a week after the injection) I had my first run in which I averaged under 10 minute miles (a blazing 9:53 pace!) The next week most of my runs were 10 minute pace or under, and the next week - well, that's this week. And so far I've kept up the trend! \o/ Monday's run was the fastest yet at 9:42 pace (though the run included a half-dozen strides - short accelerations - which make the overall pace faster). Today was a slower but still sub-10 pace. And you know, I look at 9:53@133 today and compare it to 9:53@136 two weeks ago and it looks like improvement.
I've also been watching my weight come down; very very slowly, but it's coming down. I weighed around 115 in October, not the lowest I've been recently but a weight I'm happy with. Once I stopped running, it climbed, and I stopped weighing myself in mid-December because numbers above 120 depressed me.
( The weight goes up, the weight goes down - at least, it's starting to! )
In less than three weeks I've got my first race of the year, the Canyonlands 5-miler that is concurrent with the half marathon I usually run. I don't expect I'll be very fast, but as most of the fast people run the half, I am likely to get a medal for top-3 AG, and possibly even win it. Then, in just under seven weeks: the Boston Marathon. I'd pretty much resigned myself to spectating, but I have a few friends who are injured and planning to run/walk at an easy pace, and I'm thinking that might be doable. I started my distance running with run/walk, and I know that this technique can be used to extend endurance and run farther with low injury risk. This past Saturday I ran (and walked) 10 miles, even though my longest run up to now has been 6.3, and felt fine. So I'm going to try to ramp up my long run with walk breaks, and see how things go.
Moral of the story is you'll probably be happier not knowing since food intolerances are almost always something you eat regularly and would find difficult to give up.
Mild intolerance to milk proteins and egg.
Stronger intolerance to wheat and yeast (strongest reaction was to yeast).
fff.... and I'm supposed to go on an elimination diet where I don't have those things for three months; where I have to be careful to rotate ALL food (as if I go overboard with a replacement I'm likely to develop an intolerance to that) and then slowly reintroduce on a rotation the other foods.
This is basically what they've told me to avoid:
Basically, bread, alcohol, stock, vinegar, fermented or ripe foods, most vitamin B tablets, vegemite and co;
In addition, although it's not on that list they said to avoid fungi and mushrooms.
Yogurt is a double whammy for both the milk and the yeast; as is a lot of cheese.
And looking for clarification on the "there is a form of yeast that is naturally present on ripe":
Avoid all fruit except green apples and berries.
They say when going on an elimination diet you should focus more on what you can eat as opposed to what you can't. And I was prepared for the first three, I was expecting the first two even since they're related and I knew I was having issues with milk specifically (probably lactose in addition to the milk protein). Those would of been kind of sucky but relatively easily doable.
But yeast. /o\
ETA: yeast is so common that even yeast-free recipes are not infrequently containing ingredients that should contain yeast. Like apple cider vinegar contains yeast remnants often - apple cider vinegar is good if your going on a candida diet - you've got a candida overgrowth and are trying to avoid feeding it as apple cider vinegar kills it. Not so great if your issue is avoiding yeast itself due to intolerance.
I'm enjoying using cool green for the lighting. The quasi-Sierpinski gasket was a complete pain, but it's also one of my favorite fractals.
That right bit of uniform was all I managed to get done during the hour of sunlight I had today. (I also, um, got moving late; I didn't feel well this morning and am wondering if I had a bit of whatever sickness Joe has right now.) I'd colored the gasket in two earlier sessions.
I love my 50-some Copic Sketch markers so much. It was a great investment.
The linework was originally done with Platinum Carbon ink using a frankenfountain pen with a fude nib, although I'm probably switching to markers because they smear less. Also, Platinum Carbon is (guess) a carbon ink, which means you have to be more diligent with maintenance, and it's just a pain to flush out of the pen.
We'll see when I next enjoy sunlight...
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- recent reading
Sonya Taaffe (sovay). The Dybbuk in Love. I'll be brief, since this tale is itself brief (a chapbook? I am not sure of its length in words). It's a love/ghost story of a dybbuk who has fallen in love with an elementary school teacher, bittersweet and subtle. The language is beautiful; I savored it page by page. Passages like this:
Among the cracked and moss-freckled headstones, he stood quietly and waited for her; he did not look like a dead man, cloudy with light slipping around the edges of whatever otherworld had torn open to let him through, like a shroud-tangled Totentanz refugee with black holes for eyes and his heart gone to dust decades ago, and she wondered what she was seeing. Memories patched like old cloth, maybe, self sewed back together with fear and stubbornness and the blind, grappling desire for life. She did not think he was as truthful as a phonograph recording, a daguerrotype in sepia and silver, more like a poem or a painting; slantwise. He might have been thinking the same, for all the care his eyes took over her--puzzling out her accuracy, her details and her blind spots, the flawed mirrors of her eyes from the inside. What did the dreams of the living look like, from the vantage point of the dead?