Link to Patch Image
I bought this patch at an antique store in Waynesville, Ohio today and while I know it is (or is supposed to be) a military patch, I don't know what branch it's from (though because of the mushroom cloud, I'm guessing either Air Force or Army) or what unit/whathaveyou it signifies. If y'all know, I'd love to find out. Googling has been less than helpful.
If you don't have any books, please consider linking to this post.
Books with Latino/Latina or African-American protagonists would probably be especially appreciated, as that describes most of the students. The students also love manga and other comics, and were hugely excited when I donated some. Many students can read Spanish, and some primarily read Spanish. Other than that, send anything - fiction or nonfiction.
Lifeline Education Charter School is in a low income area, and textbooks are so expensive that they can't afford to buy other books. Mr. Obed Nartey, with whom I had a lovely talk at the school the other day, is creating a new library/computer lab for the students. He is also starting a book club.
Students are already excited about this... but they need something to read. Please help them out, if you can. I will put up some photos of the library which you helped create, when it launches.
Please send books here. Media mail is the cheapest way to mail books.
Attn: Mr. Obed Nartey
Lifeline Education Charter School
225 South Santa Fe
Compton, CA 90221
If you think you'll send something, please comment, so I can give Mr. Nartey a heads-up to expect some packages.
ETA: If you're thinking of ordering something specifically for the school, Reading in Color has a bunch of book reviews here which might give you some ideas: http://blackteensread2.blogspot.com/p/
She also has several book lists: http://blackteensread2.blogspot.com/p/
Crossposted to http://rachelmanija.dreamwidth.org/
Update on 8/1: Ella is doing well! Anne got a second opinion from a surgeon, who said this type of pelvic fracture would heal better without surgery than with surgery. Ella's leg has moved back into the correct alignment, and she's getting feeling back in the leg. Anne is keeping Ella confined to a large dog crate during the day to prevent her from leaping or running and worsening the fracture. It will take four to six weeks for Ella to heal, and she'll need several more vet visits, but if things keep going as they have been, she won't need surgery.
I'll be posting Anne's updates later today. For now, you can read them directly on her Facebook.
The amazing outpouring of support you all have shown Ella enabled Anne to get a second opinion that she otherwise wouldn't have been able to get. She says, "I don't have to go with 'if it was my cat I wouldn't bother.'" It's also covering vet visits, painkillers, and all the other things that an extended injury brings. Anne isn't going to make a final reckoning until Ella is well and truly out of the woods, but right now, it looks like your donations will more than cover the rest of Ella's care.
Thank you all so much. Your generosity on behalf of Miss Ella is wondrous and staggering. As a personal friend of the little grey lady, I thank you all from the bottom of my heart.
This is Ella.
( More pictures of Miss Ella. )
On Thursday night, Ella came home dragging herself by her forelegs. Anne rushed her to the emergency animal hospital. This is Ella's pelvis...
...which is not supposed to look like that.
And if you can't donate, please repost. Friends-of-friends have already been a huge help.
Donations are now more than enough to cover Ella's medical expenses. Thank you all so, so much.
Send questions about donations to morgansong, who's handling the fundraising for Anne.
Updates on Ella's condition and photos are in the comments: Sunday evening, Tuesday morning, and Tuesday evening. She's hanging in there. Brave little kitty. We've raised
* $1,771.45 from Wepay and $406.16 from Paypal.
The owner of these cats died unexpectantly and there isn't any family to take them. Some friends are taking care of the cats, but this is a temporary fix at best.
They are around 10 years old, and don't have any health problems. They are good natured and friendly. Please boost the signal and if anyone is interested they are welcome to PM me or contact me at email@example.com.
Here are some pictures, I know they aren't the greatest but you can see they are pretty chill cats:
Freddie & Eloise
Steven Harper Piziks (Twitter, LJ, Facebook) is one of the first Michigan authors I remember meeting back when I started to take this writing thing more seriously. His most recent books are The Doomsday Vault [Amazon | B&N | Mysterious Galaxy] and The Impossible Cube [Amazon | B&N | Mysterious Galaxy]. Steven’s oldest son recently became homeless. I can’t imagine what he and his family are going through right now. He talks here about his experiences, about how his son Sasha opened his eyes to the problem of homelessness, and the things Steven is doing to try to raise money and awareness for people like his son.
I’ve mentioned elsewhere (http://spiziks.livejournal.com/370953.
Last winter he spent his days on the street and his nights in a series of church basements. I worried about him constantly. He got robbed at knife point once. Another time he got caught outside when the church closed its doors for the night and he had to spend a winter night outdoors. It isn’t something I ever envisioned for the little boy I adopted seven years ago from Ukraine.
After several months, Sasha managed to get a bed at the Delonis Shelter in downtown Ann Arbor. He’s working on his GED and trying to find a job. It isn’t easy, however, for a 19-year-old to find work without a high school diploma.
I do see him from time to time. It’s a surreal version of a dad visiting his son at college. I drive down to Ann Arbor, pick him up at a warped version of a dormitory, and take him to lunch somewhere. We talk, I ask him if he needs anything like shoes or a trip to the laundromat, I slip him $20, give him a hug, and drop him off at the dorm again. Except it isn’t a dorm, and he isn’t heading back inside to finish a paper for Monday class.
Sasha once gave me a tour of Ann Arbor from the homeless point of view. We were strolling around downtown, and this is how it went:
“He’s homeless,” Sasha said, pointing at a man in a polo shirt and baseball cap as we strolled past the bus station. “And so is he, and him.” This at two more men, both clean-shaven, in jeans and work shirts. They looked like two guys heading home after their morning shift.
“Later I have to go down to the dorms,” Sasha said in his accented English. “This is the good time of year for finding stuff. The University [of Michigan] students are all moving out, and they throw things away. A friend of mine found a laptop in the trash piles. Worked fine. You can get good furniture–desks, chairs. But we have nowhere to put them, so we leave them. And food! The students throw out all kinds of food everywhere. Cans and bottles and milk and peanut butter and Ramen noodles. All good, all to eat. Walk behind the dorms and you find anything you want. They waste everything, and we have nothing here. I don’t understand it.”
“She’s homeless,” he continued, and pointed at a teenaged girl in a hoodie with a purse. “She’s seventeen and she ran away from home. I don’t know why.” He nodded at a woman with stringy gray hair. She wore a brown sweater despite the warm spring day. Smoke trailed from her cigarette. “She’s forty and homeless and pregnant. Her boyfriend lived in a hotel until they kicked him out because he had no money for the rent.”
“I don’t take the food,” he said. “Not if it’s open. I don’t think it’s good. And I don’t climb into dumpsters. Not yet. I am embarrassed to be seen doing that.”
A man with silver-streaked curly brown hair half strutted, half strolled across the street. He wore a suit jacket and slacks.
“I call him Peter Pan,” Sasha said. “He acts like he can fly. I worry he will get hit by car.”
We passed a row of restaurants and cafes.
“Some places will give you food at the end of the day,” Sasha said. “But you have to be there right when they close. Pizza places throw everything out, but I do not want to get it from the garbage, so sometimes I ask the girls at closing time, and they give some to me.”
“If you have a Bridge Card [food stamps], you can buy sandwiches or hot coffee from the grocery store, but there is no place to keep extra food at the shelter. So you can’t buy groceries, only expensive sandwiches.”
We passed an older man and a woman with backpacks and grocery bags. Sasha waved at them, and they waved back.
“I know them. They are going to Camp Take Notice,” he said.
Camp Take Notice, Sasha explained, is a strip of state-owned woodland on the outskirts of Ann Arbor. In the last few months, it’s become a shanty town of tents and ramshackle shelters for people with nowhere else to go. Its name is unofficial. The government, however, is now forcing the people off the land and building a fence around the land to keep them out. I blogged about that at the link above.
“Everyone looks at you funny if you have nowhere to live,” Sasha finished. “Like you aren’t a real person. It is hard.”
Every town has a homeless scene. I’ve become adept at spotting it now. Like a magician, Sasha has made the unseen fully visible to me. The restaurant where people come for food. The dumpster where people go to scavenge. The building where they go to sleep. The teenager/woman/man heading down the sidewalk, trying to look like they have somewhere to go.
We can help. For the next year, I’m donating the royalties from my ebooks at Book View Café and Amazon to the Delonis Shelter. Every time you buy one, you’re making a donation. You can also donate to the shelter directly at their website. Equally good is to donate to your local organization or shelter for the homeless. Every dollar counts.
Together we can make the least worst a little better.
Mirrored from Jim C. Hines.
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This is a fundraiser to benefit ephemere, with the aim of supporting her in the wake of her losing her job, home, and good relations with her family due to homophobia. The idea of this fundraiser was conceived by friends of ephemere, and is being run with her permission. Funds will go to rent, utilities, food, and medical bills.
We are accepting donations (please contact the mods via PM for more details) & are also running an auction as follows:
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Signal-boosting, offering items for auction, bidding, & donating are very much welcomed & encouraged!
So, please, signal boost or offer up something if you can or donate. I can personally say that ephmere is one of the best people ever! If you've never seen the artwork that ephemere does, or read such searing, true writings that she writes, you need to!
Writers and artists of her caliber come around very few times a generation, and we need to keep those writers (especially the ones who are most at risk) around and healthy and creating joyously as best we can. Trust me, the world is more beautiful for what ephemere creates and for just her being here on this planet with us!
This entry was originally posted at http://megwrites.dreamwidth.org/227518.
I am willing to edit anyone's written piece in exchange for a donation. It's about the only skill I have to offer since I'm not very creative otherwise. I will line-edit and proof any essay, short story, term paper, web content, you name it. Trying hard to stay afloat. It sucks to have to ask for help.
To add insult to an already-injured wallet, one of my job locations will be closed for two days next week, and my other boss will be taking some vacation days next month with his family; since he won't be in the office, I will not need to come in. He expects to be gone for about 3-4 workdays.
I will be having a yard sale alongside a neighbor this Saturday, but there are no guarantees my stuff will sell; people around here are used to designer sample sales and estate sales...no shit. Life by the sea! EBay is out of the question for now. I have textbooks listed for sale on Amazon, but no takers so far.
I contacted some agencies here in Orange County that offer rental assistance. Unfortunately, they will only help if the tenant has a Notice of Eviction in hand. I do not want it to get that far; once a person gets that far they are also on the hook for court costs and filing fees. Other agencies will only help families. Albert and I do not meet their definition of "family." My food stamp application is making its way through the maze that is Social Services here in OC.
Sooo...if you have anything that needs a once-over or some editing/proofing, shoot it in my direction in Word format. There is a Paypal button on my profile, and you can send your piece to be edited to editsbyelaine at yahoo dot com.
Thank you and (insert name of deity of choice here) bless.
Elaine & Albert
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I've been reading this book for research purposes and some of the assumptions about society/survival below the equator are rubbing me the wrong way. Here's a couple examples with the bits I'm most particularly side-eyeing bolded:
Even without cold and darkness, the dependence of tropical [Southern Hemisphere] populations on imported food and fertilizer would lead to severe problems. Large numbers of people would be forced to leave the cities and attempt to cultivate remaining areas of tropical rainforests, accelerating their destruction as the systems were taken far beyond their carrying capacity.
Society in the Northern Hemisphere would be highly unlikely to persist. In the Southern Hemisphere tropics, events post-war would depend in large art on the degree of propagation of the atmospheric effects from North to South.
ETA: Edited to fix a comma error.
Even if there weren’t a spread of atmospheric effects, people living in those areas [the Southern Hemisphere] would be very, very strongly impacted by the effects of the war, just by being cut off from the Northern Hemisphere.
What I'm curious about in these two quotes is just how accurate this portrayal of the Southern Hemisphere as dependent on the North is?
In response to a question about how long it would take to reestablish a civilization comparable to one today (circa 1983):
What would replace it and what would be the course of social and biological evolution is a matter of guesswork and would primarily depend on how many of the artifacts and how much knowledge survive. […] If, however, some major centers of learning were preserved and if some organized cities in the Southern Hemisphere persisted, then human culture might return to ‘higher’ levels much more rapidly. But I would say there is an awful lot of hubris and personal attitude in that. I have lived with the Eskimos and I could argue that in many ways their culture is a lot higher than the one we have today.
This one bugs me because of a) the assumption that 'centers of learning' aren't in the Southern Hemisphere and b) the idea that rebuilding society means returning to the old, pre-war model of how things were done.
So, um, thoughts?
Short version, by E: A good number of you on my reading and f-lists are mutual friends with kelachrome; the short version is that sie’s trying to move from New Jersey to New York to get out of an unhealthy, unsafe home environment.
E's offering up 100 words for every US $1: either in fandoms, her universes and rainbowfic. You can find her fanfiction at one_final_dream and her original fiction at upended_hourglass.
Boost the signal, if you can.
This entry is crossposted at http://bookblather.dreamwidth.org/
( Cut for animal injury )
I hate asking for any help, but this girl is my baby. Anyone who knows me knows that this dog is my world. I talk about her nonstop, I take her everywhere I go. I make sure she has the best possible life I can give her, and I go without in order to give it to her.
I have had a rough few years and she's been able to bring me so much joy. I seriously can't imagine life without my giant beast of a dog. She's a cuddle buddy who loves nothing more than being loved on by a human. She doesn't have a mean bone in her body and adores everyone she meets.
(This is a photo from a month or so ago. She's snuggling in bed with Kevin on a Sunday like we do every Sunday until this last one shook us all up.)
If you know of any charities that would donate to the vet on behalf of Annabelle to get her the services we need, please let me know. I am researching it a bit, and doing my best to find help that I can get right away. This all happened so fast and needs to be treated fast. If you know of a vet in the Orange County, CA area that would take payments or help me out, that would work great too. I just need it quick.
Knowing I can save her if I just had the money... I have to at least try. I have to at least ask.
Don't feel any obligation whatsoever, especially if you have helped me in the past with anything whatsoever. I don't want to be greedy or pushy. Several people have asked to help me with the vet bills and I am passing this along because I can't deny that I need help. If you can't help financially, but want to help out somehow, then feel free to pass this along. Pass it along anywhere you can think of, I don't mind.
Anything. Any little bit will help here. Even your thoughts and prayers mean the world to me since I believe in the power of positive energy. So keep those coming as well. Or just pass it on even. Maybe someone out there can help me in a way I never would have thought of on my own. You just never know.
Thanks everyone. I will try to make sure everyone gets at least a personalized "thank you" card if I get your address (so please consider leaving that. I may include a photo of Annabelle once she's healthy once more). I am more than willing to repay the favor in any way I possibly can. Never hesitate to ask.
For more about Annabelle, here's a video and a public post I wrote up about her. You can see that she really is a terrific dog and I love her so much.
If the link doesn't work, my paypal e-mail address is firstname.lastname@example.org. Apparently people are having issues there. I apologize for that :/
Also posted at Dreamwidth, where there are comment(s); comment here or there.
Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen fictional characters (television, films, plays, books) who've influenced you and that will always stick with you. List the first fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes.
( Fifteen Fictional Characters Meme )
Fifteen Creators Meme
The Rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen creators who've influenced you and that will always stick with you. List the first fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes.
( Fifteen Creators Meme )
ETA: Ok, I figured it out what I was thinking of. Not 'Brownian Solution' but 'Brownian Motion.' I blame Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy:
The principle of generating small amounts of finite improbability by simply hooking the logic circuits of a Bambleweeny 57 Sub- Meson Brain to an atomic vector plotter suspended in a strong Brownian Motion producer (say a nice hot cup of tea) were of course well understood - and such generators were often used to break the ice at parties by making all the molecules in the hostess's undergarments leap simultaneously one foot to the left, in accordance with the Theory of Indeterminacy.
by Amanda Ching
Summary: In the not-so-distant future of Virginia, the Personhood Act has outlawed abortion and chemical birth control. That doesn’t mean they don’t exist, though.
Trigger Warning: misogyny, violence against women, abortion, death
Minireview: Found this story on my flist on LJ and since I respect the tastes of the person who recommended it (bookblather, I gave it a read. It is one of those stories that depicts a plausible Very Bad Future and does it so well that it makes you want to stock up on contraband and prepare for the day when the call comes out for all good people (in this case women) to stand up to the dark forces that are trying to take over the world.
The problem is, as the story shows, we can't wait around.
Questions from bookblather are answered under the cut.
( Behold, the goddess of trilobites! )
( Surrealis's Words to Me: )