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[sticky post] Welcome to Wonderland

In one way or another, I have kept a journal since age 12. I've kept an online journal called Musings since late 2002. My topics range from things that happen in my daily life to my thoughts on pop culture to my ponderings about everything from dreams to the secret thoughts of pets. In November 2007, I began mirroring it here, although I often included extras to this version, such as memes and quizzes. In February 2010, I stopped updating the original journal on my home page and instead started a writing journal there.


For some insight into who I am, read Intro to Alyce. For a guide to the many nicknames I use in my online journal, check out Who's Who in Musings.


The beautiful, sweet dog in one of my icons is Una, my best friend and nurse dog for nearly 11 years, who passed away on October 22, 2010. She was my inspiration, and she taught me how to be a better friend and mother; a better person. My son, Kung Fu Panda (KFP for short), benefits from all the caregiving skills I learned in those 11 years. My husband, The Gryphon, probably does, as well!


The goals I established when I first begin an online journal remain the same: this is a way to explore the tangential, the seemingly accidental observations many of us overlook but which may, ultimately, be where all life and all mystery hinges.

Wild Violet on Aging

This week's Wild Violet contributors examine aging.

Three poems and one short prose piece, perfect for reading on the commute home today!

http://www.wildviolet.net/2019/03/03/featured-week-of-march-3

LJI Second Chance Vote and Other Stuff

First, very importantly, please pop over to LJ Idol's Second Chance poll to read and vote. It closes tonight at 8 p.m., and half of us are being permanently eliminated!

https://therealljidol.dreamwidth.org/1033408.html

You can use Open ID to sign in and vote with your LiveJournal. As it stands, I am in the bottom half by one vote.


In other suckage -- I mean, news, I am currently actively seeking freelance writing, editing and transcription jobs with the ultimate goal of stepping back from the transcription job I've held for 17 years. The low pay, terrible hours and stressful deadlines gave me enough to deal with, but recently, a new-ish editor has been treating me like dirt (doing things like denying me payment for an entire 12-page transcription file of a half hour of video because I misspelled one name). I've decided that, both for my mental health and for my family's wellbeing, I need to seek other secure funding options. So far, I've identified one job writing product descriptions that is a six-week contract, and I'm applying for lots of other jobs, as well. Wish me luck and let me know if you have any tips. FYI: At this point, I don't want to sign up for anything that involves a cash layout on my end, including any writer's associations.

And finally, I had my first actual car accident since I moved to Philly in 2000. Yes I've found dents in my car before by hit-and-run individuals, but this was an actual fender bender in our apartment parking lot. The damage was minor, but Progressive is treating me the way they'd treat someone with a major wreck, even asking me if everyone in the car was fine and expressing relief when the answer was yes. They will even make the appointment for us to get it fixed at the shop of our choice, and every person I've dealt with has been friendly, even cheerful. That aforementioned editor could learn a lot about how to talk to people from them.

LJI Second Chance: The Garden Path

This is my entry for Second Chance Idol (http://www.therealljidol.dreamwidth.org). This week we get an open topic, meaning we can write about anything. I'll update later when there is a voting link to share.

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The Ardennes region of France, a bright green valley with clear-running stream and tiny white buildings.



The Garden Path
(for my mother's mother's mothers)

I am the daughter of Vivian,
who was the daughter of Ella,
who was the daughter of Senora,
who was the daughter of Hannah,
who was the daughter of Cathrina,
who was the daughter of Susanna,
who was the daughter of Anna Margaretha,
who was the daughter of Anna Catherina,
who was the daughter of Veronica,
who was the daughter of Susanna,
who was the daughter of Susannah,
who was the daughter of Rachel,
who was the daughter of Jeanne,
who was the daughter of Jeanne.

And in this way, I unravel our path:
from my hometown in Central Pennsylvania
back through Pennsylvania Coal Country
to Philadelphia
by way of New York City
through The Netherlands
to the Champagne-Ardenne region of France.

My father believes I have a "French nose,"
perhaps a mitochrondrial trait, if I am,
indeed, descended from these French
Huguenots, whose ancient roots
sprung from fertile earth in Picardy,
north of Paris. That green place
birthed Pierre Cresson, gardener
to the Prince of Orange, known as
Pierre le Gardinier. From Picardy, perhaps,
the seed of my mother's green thumb,
her love of botany: documented in the bright
pastels she left behind.

I trace back my matrilineal names:
from me, a Wilson,
daughter of a Starr,
daughter of a Hinkle,
daughter of a Hampton,
daughter of a Yoder,
daughter of a Trautman,
daughter of a Pfeiffer,
daughter of a Muller,
daughter of a Warner,
daughter of a Cassell,
daughter of a DeLaPlaine,
daughter of a Cresson,
daughter of a Clauss,
daughter of a Famelar,
daughter of a Colle.
If the work of my supposed cousins
holds, I am lucky to connect
these points along a circuitous path, from
my 2019 all the way to 1572. Now,
I unfold this rough map, sketched
by others, and examine all stopping points.
So far, success: two certain links
between Hannah and Cathrina,
my second and third great-grandmothers.
Now to suss out Susannah. With that
established, the pathway will root
in records and documents, thanks to
Pierre Le Gardinier.

As I weed the path from Cathrina
to Susannah, I wonder what we share.
The way we bite our lips in thought?
Our clear-eyed ability
to evaluate those around us? Powers
of perception, elevated or earthly?
My mother's bright blue eyes,
my Nana's hazel laughter,
great-grandmother's stoic stare,
great-great-grandmother's poise.
So different, all of them, but I see
the thread unwinding. I long
to tell our stories, the oft-forgotten
others of history books. From "wife of"
to mother, grandmother, matriarch.

My Matrilineal Line
My matrilineal line: me; my mother, Vivian Starr; my Nana, Ella Hinkle; my great-grandmother, Senora Hampton; and my 2x great-grandmother, Hannah Yoder

LJI Second Chance: April Shade

This is my entry for LJ Idol's Second Chance competition (https://therealljidol.dreamwidth.org) for eliminated contestants to earn a spot back in the competition. The topic this week is "Shade." I'll update when there is a voting link.

Bare Tree with Shadow Limbs


APRIL SHADE

Spring sun shadows through bare branches
fascinate me. Again and again, I feel
compelled to photograph the way those crooked
lines stretch across the grass, dark mirrors. Blackness
crisscrosses latent green, undulates.
The grass awash in ripples, dappled grays and fading
charcoal. Glimpsed from a distance, these lines mimic
root systems stretching underneath: that two-brushed
flare of living trees, stretching above and below.

At that moment, when the world lies
dormant, I feel more sharply
the life that suffuses.




ETA: As promised, here is the link to the poll: https://therealljidol.dreamwidth.org/1030373.html. Four people will be eliminated from Second Chance this week!

Wild Violet Returns from Hiatus

As part of my New Year's resolution to stop sucking, I've brought Wild Violet back from its lengthy hiatus.

Enjoy our first issue in (mumble) months!

http://www.wildviolet.net/2019/01/06/featured-week-of-jan-7

WordPress Question

 For those who also blog on the WordPress platform:

What plug-in would you recommend for backing up a WordPress site? I had to disconnect the last one I was using, because it created usage problems with my server.

(I'm also using this post to test the automatic crosspost option to my LiveJournal.)


ETA: Yay! It worked!

Life Is Recovery

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Me after my morning workout today



For those who don't know -- and how would most of you know? -- I'm recovering from a bicep tear I inflicted on myself seven weeks ago. To make a long story short, I fell, at top speed, in full face-plant position, with my arms up at my shoulders. Theoretically, this is the proper way to fall, spreading out the impact and all. However, a couple days later, with my arm still tender, I tried to shovel wet snow. Believe it or not, it wasn't the shoveling that did it so much as a sudden grab for the shovel, when I dropped it. That's when I felt a sharp rush of pain. The next day, I had a giant bruise and a diagnosis, confirmed by my osteopath father, of a torn bicep.

Each day, the pain ebbs away a little further. Each day, however, I face reminders of where I used to be. I was regularly lifting 20-pound dumbbells as part of my workout routine. While I am still, admittedly, carrying far too much body fat, I had acquired a decent amount of upper body muscle. For the first time in my life, I didn't watch my arms wobble in the mirror when doing arm movements in my aerobics classes.

Now, seven weeks in, the workouts that came easily just a couple months ago are simply impossible for the moment. I've paused my home weightlifting workouts until at least February, and when weights are called for in my aerobics classes, I go with weights I previously considered "baby weights." However, I'm making slow strides, getting better every day. A couple weeks ago, I returned to my regular classes at the YMCA -- Cardio Kickboxing, Water Aerobics and Zumba -- and while I had to modify some movements, I felt great about being back. With the holidays, scheduling exercise became more difficult, so I simply focused on the same thing I'd focused on for my first three weeks of rest and recovery: my diet. That was the one thing I could control, so I resolved to drink lots of liquid, track my intake, and avoid alcohol.

You see, in the past, I've often resorted to self-sabotage when I got hurt: over-indulgence, whether alcohol or food, intended to mute the pain. Eventually, I would come back to my senses, usually about 15 pounds heavier, and regret it. That's how I've managed to pack on 45 pounds since my mother died three years ago. First one thing and then another, and I'd fall off the wagon of healthy eating and plunge into despair, trying to fill the void with comfort food that ultimately provided no comfort.

This time, I'm happy to say that I've stayed at about the same weight as I'd been when I first got hurt. It's a little difficult to tell, because my previous scale was very inconsistent. Step on it 30 seconds later and you could get a different reading altogether. I recently bought a more precise digital scale, so regardless of where I was before my injury, I am starting anew now. This scale also tracks body composition, such as muscle mass, fat and water, so I'll be focusing on body composition, not so much on my actual weight. My muscle mass is currently good, but my goal for this year will be to get my fat ratio down into the normal range.

I'm trying to remember to make note of the small milestones. Like today, for example, when I was able to do burpees, the first time since my injury I felt good enough to even attempt them. Slow and steady, with no jumps, but I was able to do it. Right now, when one of my most difficult challenges is to get up and down again, that was a true victory.

The thing is, I'm pretty good at hiding pain, so I usually don't reveal it unless it's impossible to fake it. The arm? There was no hiding that: first of all, the giant bruise and extremely limited strength. Now, when I look normal, I still have to draw attention to it by bowing out of activities that might put too much strain on my arm, like helping to put up tables at the weekly Cub Scout meeting. Before, I was one of the people leading that effort.

With that in mind, I'm going to woman up and admit something that very few people know, except perhaps my sister and my husband. I didn't just hurt my arm in that fall; I also did something to my right shin, on the same side of my body as the bicep tear. That pain, however, has not been as debilitating, so it's easy to hide. Primarily, I notice it when I'm getting down on the floor and getting back up again, or when I start walking after being seated for a while. It's never risen to the level of concern I had about my bicep, and therefore, I simply haven't mentioned it. I can walk and move almost as well as I could before; and unless you knew exactly what I was doing before the injury, you probably wouldn't notice. The ibuprofen I take for my arm helps that, too, but reading up on it, I probably should have been icing it this entire time, as well. I'm going to start doing that now.

When I think about it, my life for the past 20-some years can be seen as a series of injuries. If I start back in grad school, I've experienced the following (in roughly chronological order), almost none of them from organized physical activity:
  • An injury to my left shin that resulted in a huge, hard nodule that took ages to reabsorb, from tripping over a bicycle chained to a bike rack in downtown State College.
  • An injury to my left trapezius, which took years to heal and still bothers me sometimes, from a bad side roll in Jung Sim Do class, when I heard something go "pop." The campus health center gave me muscle relaxants for that one.
  • Sprained my right wrist when I fell while kicking a giant piece of ice that turned out to be frozen to the pavement. This happened while I was waiting with other English grad students for a van to take us to a writing conference. I wore a brace for weeks and wrote -- badly -- with my left hand. I had to do exercises to regain my wrist strength.
  • Hurt my tail bone by falling in an upright position on the stairs while carrying a fouton. Had to sit on a donut for months and had to stop doing Pilates for longer than that.
  • Broke my toe getting changed before Water Aerobics class about five years ago, because I accidentally kicked a surprisingly sturdy bench. I broke my toe again last year by accidentally kicking a box of books in the dark.
  • My back seized up on me while I was trying to sit down about three years ago. With care, eventually, I got back to normal.
  • Hurt my right knee after twisting it, shortly before Otakon 2018. I had to wear a brace for several days and avoid stairs.
Looking at this list, you might conclude I'm accident-prone. I'll admit that I am. But I remind myself of the most important thing: I'm resilient. I heal. I did it before, and I can do it again.

My 2018 Philcon Schedule

Here is my Philcon schedule for 2018. Hope to see you there!

Fri 7:00 PM in Plaza II (Two) (1 hour)
HOW DIFFERENT WAYS YOU READ A STORY AFFECT WHAT YOU GET OUT OF IT (3052)

[Panelists: Brandon Budda (mod), Alyce Wilson, Nicholas
MacDonald-Martell, Eric Hardenbrook, Glenn McDorman]

People differ in how they read (or listen) to a story. They may read
fast or linger over the text. They may search back for “clues”
or just go for the ride. How can the different modes impact your
experience


Sat 12:00 PM in Plaza V (Five) (1 hour)
FOR PANELISTS, BY PANELISTS (3141)

[Panelists: Hildy Silverman (mod), Alyce Wilson, Joseph Haughey,
Lawrence Kramer, Phil Giunta]

Tips on how to answer moderator questions, audience questions, not
monopolize the panel, get a word in edgewise, combat imposter
syndrome, and other aspects of handling your appearance as a Panel
Presenter at cons


Sat 4:00 PM in Plaza IV (Four) (1 hour)
THE 50TH ANNIVERSARY OF 2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY (3126)

[Panelists: Jeff Warner (mod), Steve Vertlieb, Alyce Wilson, Brandon
Budda, Daniel Kimmel, Samuel Delany]

"Fifty years ago, Stanley Kubrick and Arthur C. Clarke set out to
make a new kind of sci-fi. How does their future look now that
it’s the past?" This question was asked in a recent article in The
New Yorker, and now we're asking you


Sat 10:00 PM in Crystal Ballroom Two (1 hour)
SHOWS WE’RE (STILL) NOT OVER THE ENDINGS OF (3123)

[Panelists: Tony Finan (mod), Marshall Ryan Maresca, Alyce Wilson,
Hildy Silverman]

Whether it was because of a surprise cancellation that left us with
a massive cliffhanger, or the intentional plotting of a
Machiavellian team of writers, some series ended in ways that- even
years later- make us want to shriek. What finale left you agape


Sun 11:00 AM in Crystal Ballroom Three (1 hour)
YOU'RE ALWAYS LEARNING HOW TO WRITE BETTER (3065)

[Panelists: D.L. Carter (mod), Gregory Frost, Alyce Wilson, Joshua
Palmatier, Sally Wiener Grotta, Marilyn 'Mattie' Brahen]

Even established long-term professional writers still work to
improve their skills. Authors discuss things they have learned along
the way, and how they have gained new levels of expertise

Voting Underway for Week 1 of LJ Idol

LJ Idol, which is currently running on Dreamwidth, is underway again, and the polling is tight. My son, kfp_rawr, did a really awesome stop-motion animated film you should all check out.

https://therealljidol.dreamwidth.org/999752.html

You can login with an LJ account by using the OpenSource ID option.

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