liv: In English: My fandom is text obsessed / In Hebrew: These are the words (words)
Right. So. I've been hinting about this and talking about it under lock for ages, but now it's official, so I can tell you all: I'm leaving my job at the end of the month to retrain as a Reform rabbi.

the story )

Sorry for being mysterious for ages, I just didn't want to put anything on the public internet until it was properly official.
liv: A woman with a long plait drinks a cup of tea (teapot)
Yesterday [personal profile] jack and I attended the funeral of my schoolfriend Mal.

This isn't going to be a proper obituary because Mal was very much a comet in my life. We had periods of intense friendship, every few years picking up our ongoing conversation about anything and everything, and much longer phases of hardly being in touch at all. But her early death from cancer seems deeply, deeply unfair as these things always are.


misc impressions )
liv: A woman with a long plait drinks a cup of tea (teapot)
So my partners and metamour had a baby this week! It's very exciting, but also very weird because we are quarantined apart. I had been a bit nervous and a lot excited about forming a relationship with a child from birth (I suppose that was the case with my siblings, but the period when I was aged 2-6 doesn't count in quite the same way.) But now that's not really going to happen; I'm planning to carry on waving to her from 2m away, but babies don't bond to people who occasionally wave from 2m away.

There's no point being sad about no baby cuddles; I'm already properly sad about having to stay physically distanced from my actual partners and the middle two children whom I miss desperately. Family life during a a pandemic is weird, but that's hardly news.

I started spending extended time with her older siblings when they were 2 1/2 and 6 (now 8 and 11). The thing I found most difficult about interacting with younger children is how emotionally intense they are. Does anyone have any advice (from personal experience or theoretical knowledge) about how to cope when people you care about find every small setback or frustration devastatingly upsetting? It's something I want to do better this time. Note that I don't want advice on how to prevent small children from inconveniently expressing emotions around me, I just want to find better ways of handling my own feelings.

It's probably a skill worth learning in general, because with a terrifying global pandemic everybody is more emotionally on edge than usual. And of course it's something that all parents must manage somehow. I just... don't see it talked about a lot in eg parenting guides.
liv: A woman with a long plait drinks a cup of tea (teapot)
I was really sad to learn of the death of Mel Baggs. I have been following Mel's writing for many years and learned a great deal about disability and activist communities.

In particular, Mel disabused me of the view of autism that says, autism is all very well if you're also highly intelligent, but it's a terrible tragedy to be autistic as well as intellectually disabled, or autistic and non-speaking, or "low-functioning". And in general lots of concrete ways of being a respectful fellow citizen towards the the kinds of disabled people who don't get much activism airtime.

It seems that Mel didn't die "of" Coronavirus in the strict sense of the word, but of complications of a number of other illnesses and conditions. Mel had posted a fair bit recently about not getting access to needed personal care as an indirect result of the pandemic and the dangerously inadequate official response to it. I don't know whether inadequate care was a contributory factor in Mel's death but it did cause a lot of suffering, and I have seen way too many reports of people not getting the care they need, and I'm not even that plugged in to the disability community.

Anyway. Mel was someone I admired greatly, and a huge influence on me, and the world is poorer.
liv: Table laid with teapot, scones and accoutrements (yum)
To [personal profile] wildeabandon and [personal profile] obandsoller on getting married, and holding the most beautiful wedding to reach that state.

wedding happiness )
liv: In English: My fandom is text obsessed / In Hebrew: These are the words (words)
I've had a generally wonderful weekend, a chance to relax at home properly for the first time in too long, and time with friends and some new potentials opening up. And I was just catching up with some social media during a quieter moment Sunday afternoon and learned that my teacher R' Sheila Shulman had died at the weekend. She'd been seriously ill, and she wasn't far off 80, and after I'd seen several posts I realized that when people were talking about "saying goodbye" to her, they meant literally, not just being sad at the news of her death, but actually present, she was surrounded by her students and friends and colleagues, a substantial fraction of the people whose lives she changed. So I can say, blessed is Judge of truth, and it tastes less bitter than some of the times I have to say it. But I can't wholeheartedly believe in a good death, because the person is gone no matter at what age and in what circumstances.

as much about me as about Sheila )

Because of Sheila I didn't have to leave Judaism when I came out, or even really come into conflict with it. Because of her, and the people she encouraged to be rabbis when they weren't the obvious type, I didn't give up on Judaism as being simplistically comforting superstition or a club for "people like us". Because of her and her influence, I'm able to be open to joy from an unexpected place, and to come to those potentials from a place of spiritual integrity. It's traditional to wish when reporting a death, may her soul be bound up in the bond of life It seems to me that R' Shulman's soul, the things she dedicated herself to so wholeheartedly against all opposition, really is bound up in the life of the community. My community, for all its flaws.

Dates

Apr. 26th, 2011 07:39 pm
liv: Table laid with teapot, scones and accoutrements (yum)
On 7th April, to [livejournal.com profile] j4 and [twitter.com profile] addedentry, a daughter, Imogen Ruth. I know that offspring don't turn out exactly like their parents, but I have great hopes for the future of a new person who may be more like Janet and Owen than most other people.

misc social plans )

May 1st marks the official second anniversary of Dreamwidth. This means that the [community profile] three_weeks_for_dw project is in full swing from yesterday. I'm a bit behind with that stuff, but it seems to be doing pretty well without me. It's a fun fest, but seems a lot less necessary than it was this time last year, which is an encouraging sign. As you might have guessed from the above list, I'm pretty busy for the next three weeks, but I'll see if I can contribute something. I might do a FONSFAQ, perhaps on a Jewish or sciencey topic, and I might at least attempt one of the floating memes. But anyway, let me know if there's anything you particularly want me to post about and I'll see what I can do.

And last but very much not least, [personal profile] jack and I are getting married on Sunday 20th May 2012. We still have lots of details to think about before we can officially invite people, but just so you know.
liv: cast iron sign showing etiolated couple drinking tea together (argument)
I'm registered as a potential bone marrow donor with the Anthony Nolan charity. They appear to have decided that a good way of keeping everybody's details up-to-date is to create websites for all the donors on their register, with URLs of the form www.[firstnamesurname].mydetails.org. When I went to this web-page, I was asked to input my date of birth and when I did so was shown my full home address!

I have just written the following email to Anthony Nolan:
Dear Anthony Nolan Trust,

I am registered as a bone marrow donor with the Anthony Nolan Trust. Today I received a post-card asking me to log in to a website at [fullname].mydetails.org. This website required me to input my date of birth and then gave me a page with my full home address. I do not find this to be at all appropriate! My date of birth is not secure information; I do not expect anyone on the internet to be able to access my full home address (and my status as a potential bone marrow donor, which is personal, medical information) based on knowing my name and date of birth.

I do appreciate the work that the Trust are doing, and I am happy to remain on the register. However, I would ask you to please remove this sensitive personal information from the internet. I have never granted permission to the Trust to publicize my address in this insecure manner, and I do not grant permission to you now to handle my data in this way. I am not willing to send you updated contact details until you have sorted out this serious security problem.

Regards,
[Full Name]
This probably won't affect as many people as the recent Etsy problem, but if you do happen to be on the bone marrow donors register, you might want to check up on this issue. Grr. I really assumed that people who maintain a national register for specifically medical purposes would be at least vaguely competent about confidentiality!

!!!

Apr. 9th, 2010 09:45 pm
liv: Microscope slice of tardigrade with all the organs stained various fluorescent colours. Text: Yay! (squee)
Guess who's getting married! (Well done to Mum who was the first to spot this exciting announcement.)

(For people who don't know my crowd and therefore might find this less exciting, Gerv is also semi-famous for creating Bugzilla, so he's indirectly an influence on Dreamwidth too.)
liv: cartoon of me with long plait, teapot and purple outfit (mini-me)
I'm in the process of transferring my webhosting, so please do not send any emails to my domain for the next few days, until the DNS change has gone through. Instead, please use my gmail address. (If you don't know my real life email addresses, liv [at] dw or private messages or comments on DW will reach me just fine.) All sorted now, emails should reach me as normal.

Thank you to everyone who suggested webhosts; I went with Tagadab rather than NearlyFreeSpeech in the end, because I'm not quite geeky enough for the do-it-yourself attitude at NFS. I do think they have a cool business concept, I just wanted something a bit more user-friendly. I transferred my toy domain polymera.se first, and am very, very satisfied with Tagadab as hosts so far, so I'm now taking the plunge and transferring my main domain. I hope unsubscribing from TalkActive isn't going to turn out too hard...
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I have a few. The site's still very much in beta, and really so, we're actually working on bugs, not just that web 2.0 thing where everything is permanently in beta. But if you want to play around or reserve your username before the official launch, do comment. I expect you all know what Dreamwidth is by now; I might do a post talking about it properly later on, but right now codes up for grabs. If you think I don't know your email address, pm me.

And yes, I am planning to move over fully as soon as the site launches into public beta. More on that later.

ETA: Four down, two to go... within a quarter of an hour of posting. You guys are quick like bunnies!

ETA2: All gone! I'll try and pick up some more but no promises, they're still limiting site growth pretty strictly just now.

ETA3: Already 3 8 people in the queue for any more that show up. There may be faster ways of getting codes than joining said queue, but I'll give them away as fast as they show up if you'd like to add your name to the list. Sorry, Americans, it just fell out that way.
liv: Bookshelf labelled: Caution. Hungry bookworm (bookies)
Author: Lois McMaster Bujold

Details: (c)1996 Lois McMaster Bujold; Pub Baen Books 2001; ISBN 0-671-87744-5

Verdict: Cetaganda is great fun!

Reasons for reading it: I've been tearing through the Miles books, partly because they're tremendous fun to read, and partly cos my lovely Beau has been lending me the whole series in order so that I don't have to get frustrated.

How it came into my hands: The Beau brought a nice little pile of books when we met up in Norway last month.

detailed review )

Facebook tells me that my old friend L from Dundee had a baby daughter on Tuesday evening. Yay!
liv: A woman with a long plait drinks a cup of tea (teapot)
I'm back in Cambridge and I'm 29. Limmud was absolutely wonderful and involved far too much Talmud and not enough sleep, so I'm going to post this and then make a start on some heavy-duty sleeping.

I've missed all you guys. There's no way I can catch up on a week's worth of friends page, but I'll see lots of you on Saturday evening. Hope everyone relevant had a good Christmas. I'm still not really around online until I get back to Sweden on 3rd Jan, since I'm going to try to cram half a year's worth of socializing into the next few days.
liv: cartoon of me with long plait, teapot and purple outfit (Default)
I finally succumbed to Facebook. I am going to be bullish about only "networking" with people who actually know me IRL, I'm afraid; I already have LJ for having fascinating discussions with strangers. But anyway, if you do know my real name, and you're on Facebook, you're welcome to connect to me over there.

It looks as if I can't do anything much until I get my stupid Oxford alumni email address working, which at this rate isn't going to happen until after the summer. I'm annoyed, because that step should have been easy.

Other than that, it's been a long week. I'm getting into this microblogging thing though.

Bad news

May. 7th, 2007 08:09 am
liv: cartoon of me with long plait, teapot and purple outfit (Default)
Just had a phonecall from [livejournal.com profile] ploni_bat_ploni, she's in hospital with heart trouble. Probably minor but they need to do loads of tests to make sure. She mainly complains of boredom rather than anything worse.

She asked me to post here; our friends don't entirely overlap but it's better than nothing. She'd been feeling poorly for a while but cleverly managed to get herself admitted while she was in her Home Country, so at least her fiancé and friends can visit her and she speaks the language. (Apparently she has internet access, but the system is too old to cope with LJ or her email account, so effectively she's out of touch.)
Update 10 May: [livejournal.com profile] ploni_bat_ploni is now out of hospital. See her journal for more details if you know her.

(Me, I'm ok but uncommunicative for various reasons. I will update once I manage to follow through on the intention.)

Valentines

Feb. 12th, 2007 09:08 am
liv: oil painting of seated nude with her back to the viewer (body)
Just in case anyone is wondering: I'm not participating in any Valentines stuff. I haven't signed up to that Valentines postbox meme, and I am not checking any of the LJ Valentine communities. I'm not actively boycotting this kind of thing either, much less criticizing anyone who is having fun with all this business.

My opinion is that if anyone has something to tell me, they can just tell me. And if you really passionately want to send me an anonymous message, you'll just have to use a bit of imagination. Get a disposable email address, or simply notice that this journal allows anon comments.

Which sounds like I'm fishing, but I'm really not. I don't intend to send any Valentines, and I don't expect to receive any either. For those of you doing the coupley thing, I hope you have a great time, and for those of you pursuing relationships I hope things work out for you. And special love to all the bitter singles of my acquaintance, cos there are other kinds of love than the romantic kind. Here, have an anti-valentine.
liv: cartoon of me with long plait, teapot and purple outfit (Default)
I have internet! It was totally straightforward to set up, too; I put the start CD in the drive and it asked me if I would like English instructions, and then it gave me clear and comprehensive instructions, which worked. I know there are lots of people around here who get kicks out of doing everything manually and would probably find the CD unbearably patronizing, but fast and easy suits me very well.

This particular evening I have a lot better things to do than fiddling around configuring my internet access, because [livejournal.com profile] fluffymark is on his way here and I'm about to leave to meet him. But after more than two months internet-less there is too much squee not to post straight away.
liv: cartoon of me with long plait, teapot and purple outfit (Default)
I'm home. Absolutely nothing went wrong with the journey, it just took ages. And I've been fed and had tea and a nice bath (the Aussies are quite right in principle that water is scarce and should be used carefully, but it's still very pleasant to have a proper bath after three weeks of 4-minute showers). The parents are more interested in telling me about their trip to China and how exciting it was, than in interrogating me about why I didn't get the job, which is a good thing.

Aaaand now I'm going to bed. Back online properly tomorrow, though it'll likely take me a while to catch up with my backlog.

Gone away

Nov. 7th, 2005 10:11 am
liv: ribbon diagram of a p53 monomer (p53)
I have gone to the Antipodes in search of the elusive snark post-doc. Back on 29 November. I'll have limited net access in that time, so assume minimal email and probably no LJ.

Have fun while I'm away. And do lots of things that I wouldn't do and then post about them so I can enjoy them vicariously.

Misc

Sep. 23rd, 2005 09:25 am
liv: ribbon diagram of a p53 monomer (p53)
I grabbed a newspaper when I was travelling home yesterday, because I was in danger of running out of the novel I'd brought with me (Nobody's Son by Sean Stewart, which is shorter than it looks). This meant I happened to see the obituary of R John Rayner. He was a great man, one of the generation who transmitted the intellectual tradition of the former German Reform world to British Progressive Judaism after the war. He also married my parents. Blessed is the Judge of truth.
I have discovered that I didn't win the New Scientist essay competition I entered a while back. I am mildly disappointed but I didn't have any grand expectations. The good thing about this is that I can now make the essay public, since I'm no longer trying to publish it in the real media. So if anyone wants a basic summary of what I did for my PhD, I refer you to Death of a cellsman. Thanks to everyone who helped me write this, by the way; obviously those who were in the filter I originally used for discussing my competition entry have already read something not very different from this final version.

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Miscellaneous. Eclectic. Random. Perhaps markedly literate, or at least suffering from the compulsion to read any text that presents itself, including cereal boxes.

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