Anarchaia is particularly good today.

I watched some of the Videos from DebConf 5 at work last night and today. Good stuff was said. Debian is a big enough project to get most open-source community battles entirely internally. It’s interesting to see familiar battles being fought there.

And in other news, Baseball and Softball have been cut from the Olympics. I wish I could even watch the olympics here. Nevermind even see an athelete from another country. I wish the Goodwill Games were still around.

Howl’s Paper Castle is the coolest paper construction I’ve seen in a while.

I’m going to help teach how to fold a paper crane tomorrow at a town gathering to observe the 60th anniversary of the Atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, of which my area played a pivotal role, supplying the uranium used to manufacture the bombs, from mines that are now being reactivated in response to the recent price boom of uranium.

I’ll be taking off early from work to go make enough curry for ten hungry people, since I’d love to hang out with the SYC kids before they leave town on Thursday, and dinner is an excellent excuse.

And on that note, the sunset tonight was pretty. I’ve tried to do it justice using some variations on vruba‘s techniques for altering color.

There’s a transgal among debian-women. I am so pleased.

A few embarrasingly cute things.

I wish I could resume my teenage habits of being a creature of the night. Ice-skating at two in the morning in the winter, long walks by the river at three and four in the summer. I’ve never felt entirely at ease in daylight. At night, I feel connected and aware of everything. I miss it.

I forgot my pills again this morning, two days in a row. It’s no wonder I’ve been tense and irritable. It makes my tendonitis worse, and being patient with people harder.

I just had a nasty panic attack, a body-dysphoric feeling mixed with a feeling that the walls were closing in on me. I first wanted nothing more than to jump out of my skin and run.

Four years ago, I was sitting in front of a computer, listening to the same song I have on right now. (“Hallelujah”, as sung by Rufus Wainwright) I’d just finished a workday with the Wondermill crew. Jason and I’d been joking and talking programming through the day. Like we did today over Jabber. I spent much of that evening talking to upna on IRC. Tonight, it was by phone. Things change so fast, but some things come around.

A year ago, I was playing frisbee or soccer with the SYC kids. Yesterday too.

I’m okay now.

Distro of the month looks like fun for those into experimenting.

Freedom to Tinker tells it how it is: encryption can’t prevent copying.

Queen of Wands sucked way too much of my time yesterday. Just as I think it’s run-of-the-mill, its humour surprises me.

… or maybe it just reminds me of another favourite.

Interesting comments on life as a foreigner in Japan.

Damnit, and I was hoping to talk to her. I shouldn’t have gone to bed early.

I haven’t had to work this hard to stay okay in a while. I wish I had someone to talk to right this second, but I don’t know what I’d say. Depression that hits like a ton of bricks hurts. I’m okay at the moment. I’m glad that force of habit and laziness are keeping me from doing stupid things right now.

I think it’s the heat. I hope it’s the heat, because with some effort I could probably escape the worst off it and be okay. I just want to be some place cool and dark where I don’t have to think very much, and can be distracted enough to not think about my body.

I thought I was done with this.

I am such a sucker for people who will make me breakfast.

Falling asleep at 20:30 and waking up at 7:00 is really weird. I layed down feeling a tad ill, and just fell asleep.

Good day. Nothing to report. Miss certain people.

Having the right tools makes watering the garden not a chore at all.

There is good in the world. (more at UCC’s site)