• Diaries

    Warm nights and long naps

    I went for a couple short walks tonight. It’s the time of year where there’s still light at eight o’clock, and you can wander through twilight at a balmy seventy-something degrees Fahrenheit. You only need a sweater if you want to keep the bugs off your arms. Nevada does sunsets like any desert state — think spectacular oranges and pinks striped against cozy midnight-blue — but we’re in a place that’s a touch more meadowlike than, say, much of Arizona.

    One of my favorite things about warm days is how you get glimpses of others’ lives. People out teaching their wee ones how to golf on the playground, folks using the park for batting practice, rugs thrown over fences to dry off, garage doors open to rearrange things, kids wandering with friends as they delay heading home.

    The birds sing pretty late at this time of year. There’s something roosting in my plum trees, low enough that I kept startling it walking underneath. I bet I won’t see many plums this year. The birds will eat them all, I’m sure. I’m all right with that.

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    I can’t resist napping a lot. I don’t know what it is. I’ve been sober-sober from weed for months now — I quit at the end of January, and we’re well into May — yet it’s possible my body & brain are still healing from years of endocannabinoid fuckery, I suppose. It’s not like I’m doing a lot of physical activity. I stand a lot and walk a bit, but I’m not lifting the way I used to. I don’t leave home to go to work. Some days it feels like most of my activity is getting up to eat and standing sleepily at my standing desk for a while before going back to lie down again.

    Yesterday I managed to stay awake all day. I slept great the night thereafter. Then I napped for three freaking hours today! What’s up with that? I’ve had my thyroid and blood sugar tested and these things seem fine. Can I really still be recovering something like 110 days into sobriety? Maybe, maybe.

    Still, I am getting writing done, a thousand words at a time. I’m not zipping along very fast but working on Insomniac Cafe is weird because it’s a weird book. Trying to figure out the dismount on a surreal horror novel is tough. It needs to feel right, and say what I intend, and it needs to be deeply unsettling.

    While I don’t do a lot of active writing, I’m also working on my charcoal illustration, “make it make sense.” I’m kinda in the place where it looks ugly. All of my bigger pieces go through a long ugly stage (or two) where it’s blah and not very visually readable, and pushing through that is a pain. It’s hard to imagine I’ll ever get somewhere I like. I usually do. But I don’t know how.

    I wish I’d chosen a composition with more face in it. I really love doing human skin in charcoal. I didn’t want to do a face-focused portrait because I used to do them too much, but…I just really like doing skin!

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    The quality time I’m getting with my kids right now is such a dream. My thirteen-year-old is more personlike than ever, but they’re also going through an especially indulgent stage where they just wanna do stuff with us. They don’t really care what. That means they’re watching more TV and movies with me than ever. All I ever wanna do is inflict my media on them. Show them the things that shaped me. Listen to their snark about Friends. That kind of thing.

    My nine-year-old is still a little bit of a baby, in his way. He’s also getting quite grown — don’t get me wrong. But reading “Understanding Comics” by Scott McCloud together has shown me specifically where he’s yet to neurocognitively develop abstract thinking. And that makes him feel like he’s still a wee bit of a sweet baby. He’s so sharp, though. He gets a lot more than he doesn’t. He demonstrates his understanding of many concepts (like the different ways you can arrange panels to modify the readers’ perception of time) by pointing them out in later chapters, or in the kid-oriented comics he’s reading.

    Thanks to my 9yo, I’ve also been reading more Dav Pilkey. The newest Dog Man book, “The Scarlet Shedder,” was an unexpectedly emotional and political read. It’s Dav Pilkey’s manifesto against AI, done in a clever and entertaining way for kids. It also tackles resilience through the hard parts of life. Considering the naive style, the extremely silly aesthetics, and general FUN of his books, I wasn’t expecting this one to slap me in the face. My 9yo got really emotional about reading it, too. Dav Pilkey is his favorite author. He has good taste!

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    My mental health is in the trash can. I feel great when I’m doing specific stuff (being with my kids, focusing hard on something), but the zero spaces in between are filled with anxious chaotic noise. I wish I felt better.

  • sara reads the feed

    That’s not how immunity or calories work

    I started on a new charcoal illustration yesterday. Typically I’ve only done portraiture in charcoal; being able to do faces that look like human faces, much less resemble specific people, has been a major goal for basically my entire life. But I’ve finally gotten to a place where I feel my faces mostly look like faces in the way I hope. I want to try some higher-concept stuff.

    My approach is to find reference images, print them in b&w, and then cut+paste them together in a collage. From there, I draw the collage. Right now the one I’m working on is called “make it make sense,” a phrase that keeps coming to mind (for personal reasons I don’t feel like discussing). I’m shooting for a sorta symbolic/collage look even within the drawing, rather than attempting a realistic reproduction of a particular piece.

    One thing I find fascinating about working with charcoal in a technical, structured way is that it feels like watching a drawing come into focus. I start out with broad areas of light/dark and slowly render out details here and there. The very last thing I do is adding highlights, which invariably takes things from flat to popping out. I never get very rendered frankly — which is pretty common — but I hope my rendering will be more mature this time, I guess? I’ll definitely post it later.

    Also, as I mentioned yesterday, I’m trying out separating Sara Reads the Feed posts by content areas. Today we’re looking at medical/health-related news — you into it?

     

    Raw milk lovers want to drink bird flu

    Over the various SRF posts, I’ve especially been looking at bird flu. Anyone who hasn’t totally memory-holed the ongoing spread of COVID-19 is probably actively coping with horrible feelings from one pandemic; it’s fair to say that closely watching bird flu springs from my desire to be less surprised by another pandemic.

    I don’t really know how to explain people who are insisting on drinking raw milk (potentially infected with bird flu) hoping that it will inoculate them against it. (Gizmodo via Quartz) Apparently raw milk advocates think that the bird flu stuff is just fear-mongering. (Ars Technica)

    I guess it shows how bad health education is. It doesn’t feel community understanding of epidemiology improved dramatically in the wake of COVID — if anything, a new level of politicization may have made it worse.

    Incredibly, the surging popularity of raw milk seems to be directly related to the detection of bird flu in unpasteurized dairy products and a mistaken belief that being exposed to the virus will be beneficial to humans. […]

    Social media platforms like TikTok and Twitter have plenty of anti-science activists extolling the virtues of raw milk, and those influencers have seemed to only gain traction since bird flu was first detected in American dairy cows on March 25.

    My 13yo, who is interested in immunology, speculated that drinking pasteurized milk with dead bird flu virus particles might serve to give us some immunity. But these people are seeking to drink live virus. I don’t know if my 13yo’s guesses are on the mark, but it seems safe to say that drinking live virus is just how you end up with the virus.

    This is coming from the country where people really think that the MMR vaccine will give children autism, so I shouldn’t be surprised, and yet.

     

    Environmental drivers of rising disease rates

    It was only a couple days ago that I mentioned seeing more articles about biodiversity loss.

    NPR has a new article about “global change drivers,” specifically highlighting biodiversity.

    “We look for general patterns because if they hold true, they might apply to humans,” said Carlson. “Even if these are findings that apply to bats and rodents and primates, but not necessarily us, it’s still bad for us if bats and rodents are sicker, he says, in part because those diseases might jump to us.

    For all these species, biodiversity loss emerged as the biggest factor in increasing infectious disease risk, followed by the introduction of new species, climate change and, to a smaller extent, chemical pollution.

    Basically, the more rare & uncommon animals we have around, the better: diseases spread when they can easily access a lot of hosts.

    There’s some other surprising results in this article too.

    Surprisingly, habitat loss — which is a major cause of biodiversity decline — was associated with a decrease in infectious disease outcomes.

    The rapid pace of urbanization likely explains this counterintuitive result, Rohr says. When a grassland or forest is bulldozed for human development, most of the plants and animals are wiped out – along with their disease-causing parasites. Urban areas also tend to have better sanitation and access to health care, which could also account for the surprising result, too.

    Still, the lack of an effect of habitat loss is somewhat surprising, given scientists have drawn clear links between deforestation and increased risk of diseases like Ebola.

    They note that climate change plays the biggest role in zoonotic disease (sicknesses jumping from animals to humans), so all in all, it’s a really big nuanced picture.

     

    Early cancer detection through blood proteins

    One cool thing about the COVID-19 pandemic is that it accelerated research funding, and it feels like we’re seeing a lot of the benefits in cancer research. I keep coming across news about novel cancer treatments. On a more personal note, my pitbull got mast cell cancer a few months ago, and then a single injection cured it. They just stuck the tumor with a needle and filled it with some kind of injection and the whole thing fell off.

    Though King is a young dog, cancer is one of those things that becomes inevitable the longer an organism lives, thanks to the weirdo nature of cell division. So any advancements in this area are enormous for everyone.

    The Guardian talks about potentially being able to detect cancer seven years earlier by looking at blood proteins.

    The study, funded by Cancer Research UK and published in Nature Communications, also found 107 proteins associated with cancers diagnosed more than seven years after the patient’s blood sample was collected and 182 proteins that were strongly associated with a cancer diagnosis within three years.

    ​The authors concluded that some of these proteins could be used to detect cancer much earlier and potentially provide new treatment options, though further research was needed.​

    Early detection means more time to use these fancy new treatments, so let’s hope this research bears fruit!

     

    The oft-untold history of calorie counting

    I make no secret about my personal history with eating disorder. My long-time “favorite” method of weight control is calorie-focused. So I was really interested in this Smithsonian Mag article about the historic individuals who pioneered calorie counting as a thing.

    I’m going to nitpick the end of this long essay with my own experiences as sole citation, so take it with a grain of salt.

    What most disappoints me is how this article just ends up promoting the diet fad du jour (Ozempic et al).

    The vast majority of calorie-restricting diets have been shown to fail in the long run and in fact often result in a weight regain beyond the starting weight. Numerous studies over recent decades have shown that taking in calories and burning them (that is, eating and exercising) are not separate processes but are instead intimately related in a complex dance: Cutting calories triggers a cascade of hormonal reactions that increase hunger and fatigue while slowing metabolism, making it more difficult to lose weight. One research analysis in the journal Public Health Nutrition describes attempts to achieve and maintain a calorie deficit as “practically and biologically implausible.” New weight-loss drugs such as Ozempic appear to interrupt that cascade, by manipulating hormones in the gut and the brain to decrease appetite. […]

    The error in the “calories in-calories out” equation may boil down to this: Human bodies are not coal-burning machines, and food is not coal. Rather, the body and food are both vastly more complex, and they interact in complicated ways that have evolved in humans over eons.

    The research analysis linked doesn’t support the implications of the article overall. The idea that eating at a calorie deficit doesn’t lead to weight loss is simply a myth. It’s in denial of the law of thermodynamics.

    The work required to determine your calorie deficit and adhere to can be confusing, though.

    Yes, you will get hungrier if you need to eat more, but you will still lose weight if you maintain the deficit nonetheless. You will be able to eat fewer calories and remain at a deficit as you lose weight; adipose tissue takes calories to maintain, so you need to eat less at 150 lbs than at 220 lbs. Go ask your local anorexic for more details.

    Likewise, you will not gain weight from nowhere. It’s not magic. Food provides a certain amount of energy to the body (with calories as the measurement of energy), and your body uses a certain amount of energy; if you do not supply your body with excess energy, it cannot be stored as fat.

    Numerous factors inherent in foods affect how many calories are actually retained in the body, and whether those calories are stored as fat or, for instance, burned for energy or used to build tissue and muscle. Highly processed carbohydrates break down almost instantly in the body, prompting insulin release and fat storage; protein breaks down slowly and requires more energy to do so, essentially “using up” some of its calories just in digestion. Some foods, including certain types of nuts, have considerably fewer calories when measured in the body than they have in lab tests. And food when raw yields fewer calories in digestion than the same food cooked. These anomalies are just the tip of the iceberg.

    The amount of calories you absorb from food are already taken into account on nutrition labels. Differences from changes in preparation are minute, well within the margin of error.

    The macronutrient composition of calories (protein vs carbs vs fat) mostly changes the difficulty of eating at a caloric deficit: more fat and protein make it easier because you’re less hungry. Being more hungry doesn’t make your body hang onto calories, though.

    The fact is that most people are really bad at accurately logging how much you eat, and they generally overestimate how many calories are burned via activity. I treated myself like a science experiment in conjunction with internet strangers doing exactly the same thing for about fifteen years straight; all of us found that accurate counting completely works. It’s extremely predictable. It also requires a lot of rigor.

    If you just pad out your calorie counts a little (add 20-50 calories here or there), and if you don’t add extra calories for casual exercise (like the elliptical at the gym), AND if you reduce daily calories as you lose weight, it all works fine. Do you see why a lot of people fail at it, though? It’s like living a math problem. It appeals to the anxious and obsessive and disordered.

    Where calorie counting fails is how it creates unnatural behavior in humans. We are not machines who should weigh and log every bite. Eating behaviors are emotional, cultural, and social. Quantifying our food is bad for us.

    If you regain your weight after you stopped counting calories, it’s because you’re eating more. And your natural behaviors (like listening to your appetite) have been interrupted by these unnatural behaviors.

    The article concludes with a picture of an Ozempic box.

    Ozempic and similar drugs, first prescribed to regulate diabetes, have reshaped the debate around losing weight through will-power alone.

    The debate is mostly reshaped by advertising dollars to excess. There’s a lot of nauseating discourse around these expensive drugs as the cure for a problem, when you’re going to have the exact same issue with calorie counting: once you stop doing the thing (counting calories/taking the shots), you’ll regain the weight. Possibly with more, because you haven’t actually altered your behaviors in a meaningful way.

    When I was hospitalized for my eating disorder, we learned about eating mindfully. We were counseled on ways to reconnect with our appetites, eat to satiation, and feed ourselves when hungry. It was all behavioral. It came with therapy. That’s how you get healthy on an individual level. Disappointing to see Smithsonian Mag promoting Ozempic.

    On a tangential note: I think, in the future, we’re going to see how different neurotypes affect appetite dramatically (dopamine deprivation leads to more snacking, like with ADHD). We’re also going to see how limited time and money for food preparation (because the work environment is hostile) will make people eat more junk. We will see more and more how this is less a medical problem and more a social problem. Maybe. Can companies profit off of fixing society? No? Then maybe not.

  • a double rainbow
    sara reads the feed,  tv shows

    Spider-Cage is coming, along with a new Lara Croft (and more)

    Yesterday gave us a spectacular thunderstorm in northwest Nevada. Usually we don’t get t-storms like those until June! Basically the entire time we watched Happy Gilmore, we got hammered with rain. Some pretty sweet rumbles served as our laugh track.

    My favorite part was after night fell, though. All the toads were out. I took a short walk with mi familia and we got to see a bunch of our cutest neighbors flopping around wetly.

    ~

    I’m thinking of starting to divide Sara Reads the Feed by content area, since I’ve gotten into writing longer commentary and a couple links can turn into quite a post. This is all entertainment industry-related news. Let me know what you think?

     

    Nicolas Cage is Spider-Man Noir

    Nicolas Cage is a weird actor. I’m not the first to say it, and I won’t be the last. The weirdest thing about him is that simply having Nicolas Cage in a movie might transform it into A Nicolas Cage Movie, where he is the dominant central feature regardless of quality — or it might not be a Nicolas Cage movie *at all*. (A couple tread the line.)

    So what will we get with Nicolas Cage playing Spider-Man Noir in live-action? (Variety) I truly can’t predict it. Even within the increasingly lengthy list of Spider-Man movies, you get highs and lows.

    Even when you have a great Spider-Man, you might not have a great movie. And it’s not always obvious how a Spider-Man movie will age; what was panned initially might become a cult favorite. My personal Spider-Favorites don’t even necessarily include Peter Parker.

    I think we can look forward to one thing with a Nicolas Cage Spiderverse movie: It won’t be boring when he’s on screen. I have never been bored by Nicolas Cage.

     

    Phoebe Waller-Bridge Does a Tomb Raider

    Phoebe Waller-Bridge is bringing a Lara Croft movie to Amazon Prime. (Engadget)

    This is the kind of news I receive with an extremely neutral, apprehensive gritted-teeth smile. The Tomb Raider games are a long time favorite of mine — the originals as well as the ones from the 00s on X-Box 360.

    I always love Lara Croft when she’s the feminine response to a James Bond- or Indiana Jones-like fantasy. I want her to be rich, athletic, powerful, confident, and getting up to all sorts of mayhem. I haven’t seen them in a million years, but I remember enjoying the Angelina Jolie Croft movies (even though I didn’t like seeing her hook up with men; in the games, she’s sort of asexual but oriented toward the male gaze).

    Tomb Raider took another direction entirely in the 2010s games. They gave us a younger Lara in a survivalist setting that had the male gaze turned toward her ability to endure punishment. I really, really loathe those games. But they’re popular among others.

    Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s Fleabag was a great watch back in the day. How is she going to approach Tomb Raider? She did an Indiana Jones movie, so I’m hoping she’ll get the spirit of the older games, but it’s not like she’s making them for me. The franchise has already departed from my tastes. I don’t expect to get it back.

     

    The Irish Keep Winning: Nicola Caughlan is Adorable

    Nicola Caughlan is out doing the PR stuff for season 3 of Bridgerton. I mostly liked the first season, didn’t watch the second, and can’t seem to escape PR for the third. I might catch up, especially because Caughlan is extremely charismatic. She’s one of the weirdly many Irish artists working in Hollywood, and I am definitely biased in their favor!

    In Refinery29, she talks about ageism in the industry. Caughlan and I are roughly the same age. I’ve been feeling it lately. Not that 36 is getting old, really; whatever decline I’ve experienced in my body is clearly inactivity-related and not actually age (yet). I’m not markedly worse at any skills than when I was in my 20s. Age is coming for me day by day, but right now, I’m still firmly in Adulthood and not yet Old.

    Yet I am at an age where I am increasingly *regarded* as old. Even though I’ve been on Reddit for almost as long as it existed, the userbase is mostly younger than me now; the way the teens and 20-somethings talk about 30s, you’d think I’ve got a foot in the grave. Mid- to late-30s is also when the entertainment industry starts putting women out to pasture. There is some perception of loss-in-value for women at this point.

    Caughlan has no interest in this narrative. She didn’t reach marked acting success until she was 30, and she’s just getting on her roll. It’s nice to see. I could use more of this kind of encouragement, personally. (And maybe I need to stop idly scrolling on Reddit.)

    Her interview with Seth Meyers was also short but extremely adorable.

     

    Seth Meyers Signed a New Contract

    Speaking of Seth Meyers, he’s sticking around for at least another four years. (Variety)

    I usually think of Seth as my favorite of the Late Night hosts these days, though I’m not sure I’d say he’s the funniest. He probably doesn’t think he’s the funniest either. He’s kind of an insider baseball dude, a comedian’s comedian, who likes to show his work on-stage. Did he bomb a joke? He’s going to talk about it, riff on it, and possibly call a writer out about it.

    I love his Corrections segment especially — mostly because it’s extremely unfunny, to the point where it loops back around. I always feel like Corrections is something he makes exclusively for his writers and crew. The humor is so specific to what will make them laugh, and they do! You can hear Amber Ruffin cracking up sometimes, which makes me crack up too.

    Everyone seems to have fun on Seth’s show, and I like that. I picked him up during the loneliest days of the pandemic. The apparent fraternity between his cast and crew is very charming, and it remains a highlight of my week.

    I have no idea if this is true, but I feel like Seth is on the long list for successors to Lorne Michaels. I think the short list is almost entirely Tina Fey. I’d prefer Seth, personally.

     

    Rings of Power Announced a Season 2 Date

    I caught the trailer first on Book Riot, so I’ll link to their post about it here.

    I have such mixed feelings about the first season of Rings of Power. I’m not a hater of the Amazon fantasy adaptations; I quite like Wheel of Time and I’m pretty chill about Rings of Power’s deviations from established canon. There was a lot of kerfuffle before it came out because the normal whiners didn’t like seeing so many nonwhite people in a Tolkien adaptation. Die mad, babies.

    Watching the trailer reminded me of all my “ehh” and “ooh” points. I liked the polycule with the two hot Dwarves and their hot Elf twink (predictably). The Harfoots were charming enough. I was well entertained by their whole thing with the Stranger. The music is really good!

    I really enjoyed Morfydd Clark as Galadriel, too — and you’ll hear no protests from me about making Elves like Galadriel have super dupery flippy-sword-and-bow abilities. They’re ancient, y’all! It was also awesome when Legolas surfed on a shield.

    But I found the usage of Halbrand/Sauron extremely unappealing. You know I love a villain/heroine romance, but Galadriel with Halbrand did absolutely nothing for me. I didn’t feel the chemistry. It looks like we’re going to have a *lot* of Halbrand/Sauron in season 2, and his goofy new House of the Dragon wig isn’t going to endear him to me further.

    Rings of Power didn’t manage to grab viewers for the entirety of the season. Viewership shrank dramatically episode-by-episode. Netflix would have already kicked it to the curb, but Amazon put too much money into Rings of Power to give up. They’ll have to pull some extremely super dupery flippy cool stuff to bring people back for season 2.

    Just throw Harfoots and Dwarves at me and I’ll probably be happy. It’s coming August 29th.

  • Adam Sandler yelling at a golf ball
    movie reviews

    Movie Review: Happy Gilmore (1996) *****

    Happy Gilmore is a classic Adam Sandler comedy about an unsuccessful hockey player who turns to golf to save his grandmother’s house. He’s a really bad temperamental match for golf. His fiery moods mean he holds a record for being the only high school hockey player who took off his skate to stab someone. Golf is not sure what to make of a low-class, swearing, punching kind of player.

    Yet he has an outstanding slap shot, and he can drive golf balls unimaginable distances. This draws the attention of a golf legend named Chubbs, who urges him to play and hopes to cultivate Happy’s career. Once Happy realizes he can earn enough money to buy his Grandma’s house, he’s not interested in the sustained career part; he just wants to go whack balls until he can get a few oversized checks about it.

    Naturally we need a snooty, upper-class heel to serve as Happy’s foil. Here we get a hysterical Shooter McGavin. He believes he “deserves” the win on the tour where Happy butts in. Shooter’s paid his dues and played for his entire life. It’s his turn! But he’s such a dick, he earns Happy’s ire in return. While Happy gets better at golf, Shooter gets worse as a human being, and eventually they meet in the middle.

    This is the perfect comedy for, say, a thirteen-year-old audience. It’s a family movie because everyone can laugh and have fun with it. But really, it’s mostly for the young teens. That’s where the titular character’s emotional development stands. Happy’s priorities are also mostly on par (lol) with thirteen-year-olds: taking care of your adorable grandma, punching people who make you angry, and proving everybody wrong.

    Don’t come here looking for sophisticated jokes; this is the kind of flick where you’re meant to laugh because it’s just so dang *silly*. I could rattle off jokes for a while. “You’re gonna die, clown!” “The price is wrong, bitch!” “You suck! Jackass!” Truly nothing that’s funny out of context. But in context, with the actors’ delivery, and the generally goofy atmosphere, it’s a complete crack-up.

    Although the movie is quite dated now (we’re approaching 30 years), Happy Gilmore is fair timeless. As an example: They textually say his show is The Price is Right, so when Bob Barker says “the price is wrong” and punches Happy, we get the reference regardless. And there is nothing funnier than watching a younger adult like Happy get his ass handed to him by an old man, even if you don’t have pleasant daytime TV associations with Bob Barker.

    With a well-structured screenplay that has a few cute surprises and a short runtime for the attention span minimalists, I think Happy Gilmore’s going to remain a classic for generations.

  • A brown pitbull enjoying ear rubs
    sara reads the feed

    Biodiversity, disparate political opinions, and liberated house plants

    It’s warm enough now for me to start putting houseplants outside. The season for doing this safely is rather narrow in my region — just a couple months where I can trust it won’t really freeze overnight. (Probably.)

    Normally I’m champing at the bit to get things outside. I always have mealybugs, and sometimes aphids. But I think I’ve got more insect/arachnid life inside my house in general. I’ve been seeing a lot more spiders in particular. Everything mostly sticks to the plants, and it means fewer pests without necessarily more work on my behalf to remove them.

    Still, I should get some stuff outside. They fare the winter indoors much better when they’ve had summer sun and water from my stream bolstering their strength for a couple months. At least my bird of paradise deserves more sunlight; I might try to get my bigundo African milk tree euphorbia out there too.

    Tbh the Big Guys mostly wanna go out, and I’m kinda not keen on lifting them, heh.

    ~

    Spotify announced that “Stargirl” from Lana del Rey and The Weeknd hit a billion streams, which is a first for any interlude. This is notable to me because it was basically the first song I latched onto from the album many years ago. I remember telling my friends it was my fav off the album and playing it for them, and the reaction was, “…Okay?” I feel so validated now.

    I always like interstitials from albums — they tend to be more emotional, sometimes orchestral, and more to my taste. They’re just never long enough. Not sure if it’s possible to capture what tends to be so delicious about these interludes if you add a couple more minutes onto them, but I must believe it is.

    ~

    I’m really looking forward to Bruce Timm’s next Batman tv show. (EW) Like many 90s kids, I love(d) Batman the Animated Series. He’s doing a bit of something different with the new one: a darker Harley Quinn, a less-Bruce Batman, a classic Catwoman costume, and making a few characters nonwhite.

    The Harley change is most interesting, probably. But I note that they’ve made Gordon a Black man now. This follows a trend where movies/tv make cops Black people. It always feels off-tune to me.

    There are certainly plenty of nonwhite American cops, but our police force come directly from a history of finding enslaved people who escaped. (The Harvard Gazette) The same article says that “Black men are 5.9 times as likely to be incarcerated as white men and Hispanic men are 3.1 times as likely,” and “Black and Latinx people were less likely to have their cases resolved through pretrial probation ­— a way to dismiss charges if the accused meet certain conditions — and receive much longer sentences than their white counterparts.”

    Point being, the system is oriented toward white supremacy; it feels perverse to make Black folks the fictional face of fictional police. But movies/tv do it again and again. It seems like people want to be able to say “THESE ones are the good guys” without actually taking any responsibility for unpacking issues at the heart of American policing. I always ask myself, why does cop media get to benefit from the aesthetics of policing/detective noir/etc without any of the responsibility?

    This is a bigger issue about anything in the genre. I’ve written police-genre stuff that is plenty flawed in its own ways. I just feel very attached to Bruce Timm Batman, so this one has me especially reflective now, with my changed and grown perspective.

    Of course the cartoon may surprise me. BtAS was always more complicated than its contemporary peers.

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    M Gould Hawke, an âpihtawikosisân (Métis-Cree) writer, wrote an interesting post about how anarchists have never been unified on a stance irt Israel and Palestine. This blog directly quotes many anarchists throughout the last century-ish.

    The more I study anarchism, the more I see how anarchist individuals are just that: extremely individual. There is far less sectarianism than you might expect in major political orientations.

    Hence, whenever I think, “If ABC has anarchist leanings, and DEF does too, then they surely agree on XYZ” — that is quite likely to be wrong. Individualism has strong meanings when associated with anarchy. Trying to find an article to cite with this thought was basically impossible, because I found hundreds of articles about individualism irt anarchy and they all had different things to say.

    I guess I should have seen that coming, haha.

    ~

    Lawyers, Guns, & Money noted that we don’t seem to have learned anything from COVID in relation to work conditions. If bird flu becomes a major concern in the USA, dairy workers will be the initial vector, and we’re not testing/tracking them. (The Guardian)

    I’m not getting into bird flu much today though. I’m thinking more about the conjunction between changing climate and disease.

    Smithsonian Mag posted an article about how declining biodiversity feeds into disease.

    Researchers aimed to avoid a human-centric approach to their analysis, considering also how plants and animals would be at risk from pathogens. Their conclusions showed that four of the examined factors—climate change, chemical pollution, the introduction of non-native species to new areas and biodiversity loss—all increased the likelihood of spreading disease, with the latter having the most significant impact.

    Disease and mortality were nearly nine times higher in areas of the world where human activity has decreased biodiversity, compared to the levels expected by Earth’s natural variation in biodiversity, per the Washington Post.

    Scientists hypothesize this finding could be explained by the “dilution effect”: the idea that pathogens and parasites evolve to thrive in the most common species, so the loss of rarer creatures makes infection more likely.

    I predict we’re going to hear more about biodiversity specifically in the coming years. Climate change is quite politicized as a subject; activists must look for other ways to motivate change without touching inflamed nerves as quickly.

    I say this because I’m starting to see more articles about biodiversity in general. Chris Armstrong at Crooked Timber just noted that legislating irt biodiversity loss has failed so far. (As usual, don’t bother reading the comments.) AJE highlighted struggles over Jilobi Forest as a “biodiversity hotspot” specifically. The Guardian has been looking at limited biodiversity in England and Wales’s national parks. And so on.

    Tangentially related: It’s worth noting that USDA hardiness zones changed in the last couple years. The biodiversity increases possible in your own back yard might surprise you compared to, say, a decade ago. It’s kind of exciting for gardeners (my area is warmer in the winter, hence needing fewer cold hardy plants) if not for the environment.

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    Fights for labor rights around the globe continue. Employees of Vatican Museums are demanding better treatment, (The Guardian) and I wish the best for them.

    Apple retail employees are also looking at striking in Maryland. (Quartz)

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    Solar maximum hasn’t caused as many obvious infrastructural problems as it seemed it might. But you know who is getting hit? Farmers relying on precision GPS. (Engadget)

  • Diaries,  sara reads the feed

    Grooming the yard, some cool biology news, and medicine stuff

    This weekend has been the high-intensity solar storm, and so far, we haven’t had any of the society-ending infrastructure damage I heard might be possible. (Knock on wood.) Although I didn’t get to see much aurora last night — only the faintest hints of hue change in the sky — I got to have some lovely walking time with my family when it was gorgeous and warm. Plus, I got to look at the sun spot through Little Sunshine’s eclipse glasses. That one dark spot is apparently fifteen times the size of Earth, so that was cool.

    Seeing all the aurora photos on social media is just lovely. It’s nice how far the auroras borealis and australis made it — a unifying experience shared by so many that is a *pretty* thing. Something humbling that reminds us of our solar scale. I wish we united over loveliness more often. I know there must be more opportunities than we notice.

    Generally today was a really nice day. Even if my mental health is in the pits. Every idle moment, I’m engulfed by existential terror — probably a sign I need to supplement iron again. I’m having digestive issues and my absorption is probably also in the pits. Existential terror is a common symptom of anemia, for me.

    Anyway, I stayed active by working in the yard. It’s a lot easier and more pleasant now that I’m less afraid of bugs. Indoor gardening really gifted me with an interest in entomology. Now when I’m pulling little beetles out of my hair and having spiders run over my foot, I’m zen. My yard is extremely biodiverse, heh. It’s a good thing! But we have to clean up a bit. While I was performing the act of weeding, trimming, and raking, I felt great. How could I not feel great in the shade of these enormous mature trees I’ve shared the last decade with?

    I’m sure I’ll be sore tomorrow.

    I also helped cut hair on three members of the family today, myself included. Husband looks great. Kiddo didn’t want to hold still for a proper cut, so it’s messy, but he’s adorable anyway. I also trimmed myself and fixed my bangs a bit. I think it’s a significant improvement, even though I maybe went a little too choppy. I feel good about that.

    Somehow I also got almost a thousand words of writing done. I’m not sure I’m done for the night (two hours until midnight, not sleepy yet), but I’d be good with what I achieved. What I’m writing is as disgusting as my real life is warm and lovely. I’ve always been kinda like that! Ever since my spouse and I forged a life together, we’ve managed to have an extremely lovely time, while my tastes have continued running demented and dark. This is the most demented thing I’ve ever written, though.

    I’m feeling motivated to finish it even if I’m not working super fast, so that’s excellent too.

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    One of the many formerly scary insects I’ve come to appreciate is wasps. They’re just part of the whole cycle, you know? I try to stay out of their way.

    It turns out some wasps are even mysterious, fascinating creatures. Microplitis demolitor cultivates viruses inside its body. (Ars Technica)

    According to the article, these parasitic wasps actually domesticated a novel virus to wreck the immune systems of their prey. It makes it easier to force caterpillars to carry their babies. You gotta check the details, it’s rad.

    How have wasps evolved to control their pet viruses? Most important, they’ve neutered them. The virus particles can’t reproduce because they don’t contain the genes that are crucial to building new virus particles. Those remain in the wasp genome.

    Wasps also control where and when the domesticated virus particles are produced, presumably to reduce the risk of the virus going rogue. Bracovirus particles are made only in one pocket of the female’s reproductive tract, and only for a limited time.

    And key virus genes have been lost altogether such that the domesticated viruses cannot replicate their own DNA. This loss is seen even in recently domesticated viruses, suggesting that it’s an important first step.

    A more worrying virus, bird flu, continues to present issues for the American beef supply. I found this Al Jazeera English article about it to be interesting — they’re not afraid to talk about things that a lot of American news media veers away from. For instance, Colombia, Mexico, and Canada have placed new testing restrictions on our exports, or won’t take products from states with outbreaks. Testing at American dairies is still optional. Cows get tested crossing state lines, though.

    We’re sending samples of this virus to a facility in the UK for further testing. (The Guardian)

    Elsewhere on the food chain, we’ve identified a psychedelic toad toxin with potential medicinal uses. (Smithsonian Mag) They’re hoping this will be useful for treating depression and anxiety — with the hallucinogenic effects removed. So far they’ve tested the Sonoran desert toad’s toxin on mice, with promising results, but apparently it’ll be a long time before they can make anything approved for human use.

    I’ve always understood psychedelic compounds from nature to be medicine, but it’s always nice to see research honing these uses.

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    Scarier to me than psychedelic toads or wasp-domesticated viruses is the new weight loss procedure where doctors burn part of the stomach lining. (Gizmodo via Quartz) I guess the hunger hormone, ghrelin, mostly comes from the mucosal lining near the fundus (the top bit, to put it plainly). The idea is that you burn the stomach so it produces less ghrelin. I have digestive issues, as I mentioned, and I often feel like my stomach is already eating itself alive. I’d really rather not burn it further. Shudder.

    How badly do we want people to lose weight? Semaglutide products are linked to rare but severe side-effects like gastroparesis. (NBC News) That means stomach paralysis, more or less. There are also many serious risks to older weight loss surgeries, like lap band surgery occasionally letting stomach juices leak into the abdomen. (Stanford Health Care)

    Supposedly these risks are less than the risks of clinical obesity. This is probably sometimes true. But a lot of these treatments are available for less-serious cases (especially Ozempic et al), and I worry that we’re putting a cultural fear & loathing of fatness ahead of actual safety.

    Which is to say, I’m not jumping toward any weight loss procedures, though I currently qualify as Class I Obese. Vanity and fear be damned. I’m just gonna try to move my body more and eat more green stuff.

    We are making really cool medical advancements in general, though. The case of children having hearing restored via gene therapy (which is a quick procedure, apparently) is really encouraging. (The Guardian) This specific treatment is only for one specific kind of hearing impairment, of course. But it was unthinkable when I was young. The stuff of science fiction. What else are we going to be able to do in twenty years?

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    movie reviews

    Movie Review – TRON: Legacy (2010) – **

    I always want to rate Tron: Legacy better than I feel it deserves. When I’m watching it, I’m overwhelmingly bored. The conversations drag on for so long. The dialogue is too uninspired to justify this. The worldbuilding is intriguing, but shallow.

    Yet characters-inside-computers is among my favorite things ever (see also: Reboot and The Animatrix). The aesthetic is excellent—I want to live somewhere that looks like this. The costumes are so cool. Whenever I think about T:L, those are the things I think about. The lengthy slow conversation scenes simply don’t stick in my mind. So I kinda love it when I’m not watching it and melt into the floor out of boredom when I do.

    This also is one of my favorite movie scores of all time. Truly, Daft Punk did 90% of the heavy lifting here. This movie could have been vastly worse and the score would have made it watchable. It’s almost not worth remarking on the movie attached to the score. The work might be Daft Punk’s magnum opus, whereas the movie is incredibly middling work.

    I could even forgive the horrid de-aging CGI if they just did more fighting. Please! Let the stunt people cook! More light bikes!

    Part of what frustrates me about T:L is that other things are *so* good too. Michael Sheen as Zuse is an absolute gas. I want to be a queer-coded villain dancing to Daft Punk while the betrayed heroes get their arms chopped off. The action scenes are a delirious delight, and if they’d just had 50% more action and 50% less talking, it would probably be a 5* movie.

    Yet being very close to greatness still managed to land Tron: Legacy squarely into a very boring place.

    It is interesting to note that I used to think of this as a bad movie. I no longer do. Mostly because recent Disney movies have reset the bar on being bad and boring on a whole new level: cynical, nonsensical, and often feeling cheap despite bloated budgets. I mean, I hadn’t seen all the live action Renaissance Disney remakes yet. But this feels genuinely heartfelt. They were tackling a difficult project with real gusto, and it just didn’t turn out. The CGI looks aged but not cheap. (Even the bad de-aging CGI looks expensive.)

    Somehow this movie is a two-star “love.” It’s bad. I want to skip most of it. I’m obsessed with it. I could make this my entire life.

    (image credit: Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures)