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We met my parents in Champaign today.  :D  Stopped to shop for spices, and I got the ones I was looking for.  Doug found a new brand of world spice blends that I looked at for 2 seconds and said, "If I start going through those, I will blow $50 and I've already got a sizable order here."  But I definitely plan to go back and do that in the future.

For supper we went to Olive Garden, which had a sample table with their two flavored lemonades: strawberry-passionfruit and kiwi-melon.  Both were utterly fabulous.  I got the strawberry-passionfruit, Doug got the kiwi-melon, and we shared.  :D Both flavors had a top, middle, and bottom note so I will definitely remember that for future reference in fruity lemonades.  It made a huge difference over just strawberry lemonade.

We watched Step Afrika at the Krannert center, which was also brilliant.  They did amazing things with dance, drums, and body music.  Very exuberant, whole-body motions.  The show told the story of the Great Migration from Africa to the South, and then the South to the North.  \o/
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This poem came out of the July 21, 2015 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired and sponsored by [personal profile] technoshaman. It also fills the "Rosa Parks Day -- December 1" square in my 7-1-15 card for the Winter Fest in July Bingo. This poem belongs to the Schrodinger's Heroes project.

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This is today's freebie, inspired by [livejournal.com profile] my_partner_doug.


"A Bridged Right"


The Civil Rights Movement
included many moments of courage,
water drops that cut the new course of a river
running from underneath old bridges.

On March 7, 1965, black people
marched across the Edmund Pettus Bridge
over the Alabama River in Selma
to demand voting rights.

Police attacked them with
tear gas and billy clubs, sending
over fifty people to the hospital.

It was named Bloody Sunday.

Outrage fueled further efforts in
activism, contributing to the passage
of the Voting Rights Act of 1965.

Droplets became a flood,
and abridged rights became
a bridged right.

* * *

Notes:

Today is the 52nd anniversary of Bloody Sunday.  Never forget.

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... wasn't a real estate deal.  It was an agreement between empires about who got to commit genocide in a given area, without challenge from other empires.  The legal repercussions of this continue today, as for example, using violent force at Standing Rock to trample people's rights yet again.
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Here is an epic poem of violence, history, and queer attitude.  If you need something to poke a bigot in the eye with, try this.
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[livejournal.com profile] my_partner_doug and I are continuing the assembly of the Yellow Submarine.

Let's play with Legos! )
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[livejournal.com profile] my_partner_doug and I have been assembling the Yellow Submarine model from Lego, which was among his birthday presents.

Let's play with Legos! )
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I've started posting pictures of our project to assemble the Yellow Submarine model from Lego. 
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This poem is from the January 24, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired and sponsored by [personal profile] capriuni.


"Lost and Never Looked For"


The Great Dismal Swamp
spans the coastal plains of
Virginia and North Carolina.

It consists of murky water
and mud, bald cypress and
dense, endless thickets.

Before the Civil War, it gave
refuge to escaped slaves,
a place where one could get
lost and never looked for.

Some say it is named for
the way that tannins in
the shed leaves of oak trees
have dyed the water
the color of dark tea,

others for the tense clouds
of vicious, biting insects.

Few people want to go there
and see for themselves.

* * *

Notes:

The Great Dismal Swamp is one of a few places which sheltered a civilization of escaped slaves.  Part of the area has since become a National Wildlife Refuge.

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This poem is from the January 24, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] kyleri and [personal profile] nsfwords.  It has been sponsored by [personal profile] kyleri.

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Astronaut Eugene Cernan has passed away. He was the last man to walk on the Moon.

"We leave as we came, and, God willing, we shall return, with peace and hope for all mankind." -- Cernan's closing words on leaving the moon at the end of Apollo 17

We haven't been back since, alas.  Perhaps he locked it.
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This poem came out of the January 24, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] alexseanchai and [personal profile] alatefeline. It also fills the "liminal time" square in my 11-1-16 card for the Fall Festival Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by [personal profile] janetmiles.

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This poem is spillover from the November 8, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] sweet_sparrow. It also fills the "angst" square in my 8-1-16 card for the Survival Bingo fest. Based on an audience poll, this is the free epic for the January 3, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl reaching its $200 goal. It belongs to the Cassandra thread of the Polychrome Heroics series, and follows "To Keep Your Balance" so read that first.

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 Often it's not about education anymore.  And yet people are still pressured to attend, whether they can afford it or not.
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LJ still isn't copying properly from DW.  Read "Their Anguish Terrible," in which Aidan and Alicia travel through war-torn Europe.  A Nazi war criminal gets his just desserts.
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Looks like I forgot to post a free epic for the December 6, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl reaching its $200 goal. So I'm sharing this one, the sequel to "The Candle Burns Not for Us." It was spillover from the December 6, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] dialecticdreamer. It also fills the "branding" square in my 7-16-16 card for the [community profile] hc_bingo fest. This poem belongs to the Dr. Infanta thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

WARNING: This poem includes content that many readers may find disturbing. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers and possibly triggers. It features war, serious disability, refugees, homelessness, food insecurity, survivor guilt, racism, Nazis, extremely graphic torture, hostile use of superpowers, confession of atrocities, Europe in ruins, war trauma, and other mayhem. This poem primarily concerns the relationship between Alicia and Aidan, along with their activities during WWII; it adds detail, but the gist has been mentioned elsewhere, so skipping this shouldn't leave too big a gap. If these are touchy topics for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before deciding whether this is something you wish to read.

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This poem came out of the October 4, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from [personal profile] callibr8, [personal profile] shiori_makiba (who had a wonderful summary of how people respond to Dr. Infanta, in a comment below the prompts), [personal profile] kelkyag, [personal profile] librarygeek, [personal profile] moongoddessgirl, and [personal profile] janetmiles. It also fills the "apocalypse" square in my 7-16-16 card for the [community profile] hc_bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by [personal profile] librarygeek. It belongs to the Dr. Infanta thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

WARNING: This poem contains material that many readers may find disturbing. Highlight to read the warnings, which are spoilers and also possibly triggers. This poem features references to historic butchery, disapproval of Israel's behavior, (which is not the same as disapproval of Jews in general), references to horrible events which occurred both in Terramagne and in local-Earth but happened a bit differently in each dimension, graphic description of war crimes, canon-atypical violence, child death, mass-casualty events, Israel is a bottom-ten country because reasons, desecration of an Israeli flag, Dr. Infanta is a person of mass destruction, and so is the Undertaker, and this is why you should not piss them off, killing soldiers via superpowers, deliberate terrorizing of Israeli troops, Dr. Infanta's self-image is also bent, imprisonment of a soup, healing Israeli casualties without their consent, destruction of the Wall, graffiti as the art of rebellion, hair-trigger reflexes, and other mayhem. (If you want to read some of my positive Jewish characters, see Clay of Life.) This poem is not a major plot point, and most of its content can be understood simply from previous mentions that Dr. Infanta is a person of mass destruction and Israel is a bottom-ten country; this simply gives examples of why. So no big gap if you skip it. If these are touchy topics for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before deciding whether this is something you want to read.

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This poem is spillover from the April 5, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] siliconshaman. It has been sponsored by [livejournal.com profile] lone_cat.

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One of the interesting quirks about humans is the degree to which tolerance of g-force varies.  Few people can take more than 8 g, and for a while that was considered the maximum.  Fighter pilots are chosen in part for their ability to last longer than average before passing out.

And then there's this guy.  Colonel John Paul Stapp liked to use himself as a human guinea pig while studying ways for pilots to withstand more g-force.  His first test more than tripled the basic 8.  Through clever application of gizmology, he devised equipment that expanded what people could tolerate.  His personal record was 46.2 g -- more than five times  the presumed human limit. This guy had big brass balls.  Not just for strapping himself to a rocket, because guys do dumb shit like that; but for admitting how far outside the envelope he really was.  Even at twice the usual, people give you a lot of hairy eyeballs.

Survey says: soup's on!  :D

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