credit card crap

Mar. 27th, 2026 11:46 am
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I got a text this morning from Chase, asking me about a suspicious charge. I tried to log in to their website to look at it, but couldn't get them to send me a one-time code, so I went ahead and sent back "NO," telling them to cancel/replace the card in question. Now I'm going to have to update a _lot_ of recurring charges and stored payment methods.

So far I have had enough trouble finding my other credit card that I went ahead and gave Chewy a debit card for the auto ship order they're in the middle of processing. I then looked further back in the same drawer, found the other credit card, and put it in my wallet. I'm going to wait for the new card to arrive, and use it for most of the recurring charges, because I get slightly better points/cash back on purchases. But this is going to be tedious and time-consuming, and I will almost certainly forget at least one recurring charge.

I think I can make a list of the monthly charges by looking at last month's bill, at least.

New Worlds: Art Conservation

Mar. 27th, 2026 08:06 am
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Ars longa, vita brevis -- but even art doesn't last forever. At least, not without a lot of help.

The ephemerality of art does, of course, depend on what you're doing. Performing arts are fleeting by nature: there's notation or (nowadays) recording, but when we talk about preserving something like music or dance, we tend to mean the art form as a whole, making sure there continue to be practitioners and audiences. In this sense it's much like a craft, where you need an ongoing series of teachers and students to inherit their wisdom -- which includes passing on the specific details of a song or a dance, an oral story or an epic poem, if you don't have a way of committing those to a more permanent medium. If that chain of transmission gets broken, then skills or entire works of art may be lost.

Physical art is more fixed, but that doesn't mean it's lasting. I've talked before about how much literature was destroyed after the collapse of the Western Roman Empire cut down on the availability of papyrus: that stuff isn't durable, and so anything written on it has to be copied and recopied, over and over again, as the original version decays. Many kinds of wood-pulp paper have a similar problem with acid; unless it's specially treated (acid-free paper), it succumbs to what's poetically known as "slow fire," gradually turning the paper more and more brittle until the slightest touch causes it to disintegrate. Modern science has ways to stabilize and de-acidify the paper, but for these kinds of artworks, "preservation" usually consists of continually making new copies, so that the content survives even if the container does not.

Some things you might think don't need conservation. Fired clay has survived for thousands of years; surely it's perfectly fine, right? Not necessarily. Depending on how the clay was treated, it may still contain salts that can expand and crack the material, even to the point of it disintegrating into useless fragments. Salt and other chemicals can also attack stone, accumulating either through rain (which is rarely entirely pure), through wind, or through dampness rising from the ground. Heat and cold also create stress on the stone which can lead to cracks: microscopic ones at first, but as the strain continues, and especially if those cracks are infiltrated by substances that expand and contract at different rates, entire pieces can break off. This is why so many ancient statues are missing noses, hands, and other protruding bits.

Even if it's less dramatic than that, weathering takes a gradual toll. Erosion from wind and water scrapes away infinitesimal layers of detail from the surface, year after year. Iron obviously rusts, but nearly any metal can corrode in one fashion or another -- sometimes damaging not only itself, but everything around it. Wooden elements not only rot but warp, placing stress on anything they connect to. Pigments fade and discolor, perhaps from the mere touch of light; textiles combine the vulnerabilities of those pigments with the brittleness and decay of organic material. Insects may eat away at artworks or lay their eggs within them; moss and lichen, while picturesque in their own way, hasten the breakdown of whatever they've latched onto. The list of potential sources of damage is nearly endless.

The cruelest twist is that sometimes we ourselves are the cause of the very problems we're trying to address. Our efforts to preserve great works of art go back for centuries, but our knowledge of how to do that well is much more recent. Past conservators have worked diligently to clean dirt and overgrowth off statues or paintings . . . not realizing that the cleansers they're using are causing other kinds of damage, especially once the long term comes into play. Maybe it looks fine in the moment, but it's actually dried out the paint so that later on it begins to crack and flake away from the canvas or panels beneath.

Our efforts to halt or reverse damage can likewise become part of the problem. Adding metal brackets to stabilize some work of stone may seem like a good idea, but their corrosion or warping can destroy what they were meant to protect. (This likely contributed to the collapse of Coventry Cathedral during the Blitz, as the fire heated the iron supports added by the Victorians.) And have you ever wondered why so many paintings by the Old Masters look dark and yellow? That's because at some point, some well-meaning person gave them a coat of varnish to protect the paint beneath -- and then, in the decades or centuries since then, the varnish has aged and collected dust, distorting the colors of the painting and obscuring finer details. You can see this in a video by Philip Mould that recently made the rounds of the internet, showing him cleaning away a thick layer of discolored varnish to reveal a startlingly vibrant portrait beneath.

And finally, conservation sometimes includes touching up the original -- but where the line is between "touching up" and "adding your own ideas" may be in the eye of the beholder. Quite a few classical sculptures you might see in Italy nowadays were actually found as fragments, with Renaissance artists hired to "restore" the missing portions according to their own vision -- look into the famous grouping Laocoön and His Sons to see the replacement right arm Laocoön was given, versus the one found later that seems to have been the original. A portrait of Isabella de' Medici in the Pittsburgh Carnegie Museum of Art was so thoroughly overpainted that the curator actually thought it was a modern fake; only upon X-ray examination did she find the original was holding an urn and had a completely different face. And, most egregiously, the "restorers" Sir Arthur Evans hired for the frescos in the Minoan palace of Knossos exercised so much of their own creativity around the surviving fragments that they transformed what we now know was a depiction of a monkey into a young boy.

The key goals nowadays are prevention, stability, reversibility, and honesty. Prevention means producing art on durable materials like acid-free paper, keeping fragile materials in climate-controlled rooms, bundling up outdoor sculptures in wintertime to protect them from the cold, and otherwise trying to forestall problems from getting a foothold in the first place. Stability means leveraging our improved knowledge of chemistry to ensure that the materials we use to repair or protect works of art are less likely to cause damage later on. Reversibility means doing our best to guarantee that anything we add can be removed later on without harm: it's fine to put protective varnish on a painting or a sculpture, so long as we can also wipe it away. And honesty means that, if we fill in the gaps on some fragmentary relic, we let the seams show, instead of trying to pass off our own additions as the genuine article.

Do we succeed at adhering to these goals all the time, in all circumstances? Of course not. And even when we try, we may miss the mark, such that later generations curse us for well-meaning interventions that accidentally made things worse. But we do the best we can with the knowledge and tools we have, which is all that anyone can promise.

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I Wish They Wouldn’t Do That

Mar. 26th, 2026 04:47 pm
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Old vs New Tillamook Cheese Slices
Old vs New Tillamook Cheese Slices

Last time I went to WinCo to get more Tillamook Cheese Slices, I couldn’t find them – until I realized that the packaging had changed. I was looking for a compact brick of slices, but the new packaging is big and flat, with the slices staggered like bacon slices. This is going to be harder for me to store in the refrigerator.

But I really wish they wouldn’t have done the shrinkflation thing. The old pack is 12 1-oz slices, totaling 12 ounces. The new pack is 9 slices, totaling 8 ounces. So now each slice is 8/9 of an ounce – not a full ounce. Why do this? It’s not fooling anyone. I’m OK with getting fewer slices – but why shrink the slices themselves? Just so you can say NINE slices eight ounces? I’m not a moron, Tillamook. I had more faith in you.

Old Dog, New Tricks

Mar. 26th, 2026 04:11 pm
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Consolidated Lightroom Folders • March 26, 2026
Consolidated Lightroom Folders • March 26, 2026

After nearly two months of turmoil, I can finally say that my Adobe Lightroom photos and catalog (metadata & edits) are consolidated into one master dataset.

To do this, I first studied Lightroom catalog documentation – first at Adobe – then at The Lightroom Queen. Mainly, I relied on Victoria’s 700-page Adobe Lightroom Classic – The Missing FAQ, of which I own a copy.

I learned how to export a catalog subset – and then how to import that subset into my main catalog. This was something I had been planning to learn in retirement as I will be building a special, operational Portfolio subset of my 200k photos as standalone Lightroom catalog and photo folders. I simply have been forced to gain that knowledge sooner than expected.

So I created a standalone catalog of just PDXWLF 2026. I did not follow provided workflows to merge back into the current, main catalog because my photos always get transformed into .dng files on import. I didn’t want any weird transformations to happen on a new import of .dng files, so I manually moved folders of files into my master photos location, resync’d the subset catalog to the folders in the master Lightroom location, and then did the import of the subset catalog, telling the import process to just use the photos in their current location. Everything went without a hitch. Basically, I learned everything about export and import and developed my own variant of the merge process to make things work with my special photo files.

Automated backups of the consoldiated Lightroom master files will be completed tonight. All that is left is cleanup of obsolete/temporary catalogs and photo files. I’ll get around to doing this, but the timeframe is not critical. For all practical purposes, I can close this case.

Jenni’s Birthday

Mar. 25th, 2026 09:27 pm
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We never celebrate Jenni’s birthday on her birthday, as she spends that day with her spouse. Often, scheduling is difficult, and we end up celebrating in April. Yesterday was the closest we’ve ever gotten to her actual birthday – and saying “Happy Birthday!” actually felt timely.

I picked her up at her house at 4:30 pm, and we drove to the area’s best diner, Blue Moon Diner. We were lucky in that the diner wasn’t busy; we were the only ones in the restaurant – although later on, many customers arrived.

Precious Time With My Friend )

Interesting idea for SF

Mar. 25th, 2026 04:08 pm
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You know that some asteroids are just loose collections of gravel and dust, right?

Well, it occurred to me that some times (accidentally or on purpose) they may have collected around a core of something. Say an alien artifact or an alien ship.

So, here you are mining this gravel bank, and your scoop hits something solid....

Meiko Reborn

Mar. 25th, 2026 02:37 pm
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As I reported more than Two Weeks Ago, my iPhone charging problems persisted – and in fact were getting worse. Last weekend the phone required much wriggling and jostling of the charging plug to get the phone to start charging – and then I had to be very, very careful setting the phone down – or it would stop charging. It took a few rounds to get charging to “stick.”

I thought that for the interim I’d have to get a MagSafe Charger (probably the longer $49 one over the short cord $39 one).

But I really didn’t want to go down that road. So I resigned myself to the fact that I should just get a new iPhone – even if only to tide me over until the iPhone 20 comes out in 2027. I had Monday commitments, and I thought that on Tuesday I might go to the Apple store and see how an iPhone 17 Pro felt in my hands. I never get a new phone mid-cycle, but it seemed I wouldn’t be able to hold off until this fall. And while I was there, I could check out the new MacBook Neo.

Nonetheless, I didn’t like how this was playing out.

Monday night I did one last desperate thing. I tried cleaning out the charging port with a wooden toothpick. This was recommended by a few online articles/forums. I didn’t expect much – and was quite surprised when my initial poke and pull extracted a small tuft of lint. I did it again and got another small fluff ball. And then a third. Net result was a surprising amount of lint on my desktop.

I tested charging the phone, and there were no issues. I put the Totallee thin case back on the phone and tried charging again. It worked fine – just like it always did. At bedtime, I did the usual routine – and had no issues charging. My iPhone 13 mini was back to normal!

I’ve never ever had to clean out a charging port before, so this was a completely new experience. At any rate, I’m very happy that my iPhone is operating normally, and my hopes for a replacement phone in 2027 have been restored.

2026 Cherry Blossoms, Round 2

Mar. 23rd, 2026 05:45 pm
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Under the Cherry Blossoms
Under the Cherry Blossoms
Tom McCall Waterfront Park • Portland, Oregon
March 22, 2026
Nikon Z8 • NIKKOR Z 24-120mm f/4 S
f/5.6 @ 120mm • 1/500s • ISO 200

I was wondering how much of the look of Saturday’s photos were because of the vintage lens I used – and how much was simply the camera/lens settings. Sunday’s weather forecast was for weather almost as good as Saturday’s, so I thought I ought to make a quick trip to the waterfront to take come comparison photos.

Round 2, Below This Cut )
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This is more partial even than usual, because I've had some download problems that I've since fixed. But we can let that filter out to the second quarter; time waits for etc. etc.

This Is Not a Love Poem, Alexandra Dawson (Reckoning)

I Met You On the Train, J. R. Dawson (Uncanny)

The Doorkeepers, A. T. Greenblatt (Uncanny)

Unsettled Nature, Jordan Kurella (Apex)

Straw Gold, Mari Ness (Small Wonders)

No Kings/No Soldiers, A.M. Tuomala (Uncanny)

Blade Through the Heart, Carrie Vaughn (Reactor)

Antediluvian, Rem Wigmore (Reckoning)

Periodic Sunday Book Summaries--#6

Mar. 22nd, 2026 06:38 pm
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Sunday book summaries are my casual log of what I’ve been reading this week. These are not formal reviews. They’re more my reactions and musings as taken from my journal when I complete the reading, and at times will contain notes about how they influence my thoughts on what I’m writing. 

I’ve had some issues with sleep and back pain this last week, so you get a week’s worth of writing this time. 

First off is a reread of a book which has had a significant influence on my life with horses—Alois Podhajsky’s My Horses, My Teachers. This book is Podhajsky’s memoir about specific horses that he recalls very well, along with a dose of his horse training philosophy, crowned with the simple phrase—“I have time.” 

This book was my introduction to the world of dressage. Until then, considering the time (early 1970s) and the location (south Willamette Valley), and my lack of exposure to any professional training or schooling, my best resources had been writers like Margaret Cabell Self and the Western Horseman magazine. Most nonfiction horse books available either in the school library or the Springfield Public Library were either generalist or specifically Western-focused. I was wrestling with a difficult mare to train and handle, and Podhajsky gave me some useful insights that have carried over to my attitude toward training horses. Besides “I have time,” his assessment of how he needed to change up his training based on the differing temperaments of the horses he worked with made me realize early on that “one size fits all” absolutely did not work for horse training. As a result, I learned some techniques that later served me well with my Mocha mare and now with my Marker boy. These days I also have a little thrill when I recognize significant names in dressage, such as General DeCarpentry. I didn’t know who he was back in the day, but now…. 

Next up is a read inspired by my past reading of Starry and Restless, Emily Hahn’s The Soong Sisters. Alas, it was a bit disappointing (not surprising, given the history of the book as related in Starry and Restless). While there are some good insights about the nature of China in the era of pre-World War Two and the early days of the war, there are a lot of passages taken from writings by the sisters’ husbands. No doubt these three ladies had a significant influence on Chinese political development, not only given who they were married to (Sun Yat-Sen, Chiang Kai-shek) but the role each woman played behind the scenes. I had expected a little more, but still…on the other hand, I’ll be checking out other Hahn writings. She wrote this at a fraught time in her life (a fraught moment in a life full of them) and it was a piece pushed out quickly. 

Do Admit by Mimi Pond was a fun read, being a graphic book interpretation of the history of the Mitford sisters. The cartooning style works very well for this particular history, and Pond’s callback to not just Charles Addams-style drawings but the stylings of assorted political graphics of the era adds depth to the history. Not just that but Pond made it a fun read, plus she picked up on some additional historical pieces that I hadn’t seen elsewhere. Definitely worth checking out! 

Then there’s the reading inspired by a social media exchange about women reading Sword and Sorcery fiction with one writer who, frankly, looking at the credentials she has in her bio, should probably not be making broad statements moaning about the lack of female presence in S&S and the lack of female writers just yet in her career. I pulled out Joanna Russ’s The Adventures of Alyx, where the title character—female—goes on assorted adventures, eventually getting pulled into a science fictional time travel story. But before then…Alyx is a pick-lock, and has multiple adventures (including sexual escapades). There’s a shoutout to Fritz Leiber and his character Fafhrd which is somewhat amusing since he’s one of her conquests but she can’t remember whether his name is Fafnir or Fafhrd but she definitely has fond memories of him. 

Even better, the Suck Fairy hasn’t visited Alyx, which is rather nice to encounter. Alyx is witty, fun, and a quick study when it comes to interesting magical stuff. 

Finally, a wee bit of a rant. I picked up a historical romance set in the late nineteenth/early twentieth century that was published in 1987, Fionna’s Will, by Lana McGraw Boldt. And oh, oh, dear. I had originally read it back in that era—it was published by a big mass market paperback company (though that wasn’t all they did), and it has a few nice but positive ratings (which are on the old side). But. Oh, oh, dear. Speaking of the Suck Fairy…. 

Don’t get me wrong. Mc Graw Boldt possesses a good command of language and the book is eminently readable from that respect. I did spot some typos but that’s normal. 

However. 

I wasn’t too far in before my developmental editing/beta reading fingers started itching, BAD. The book is a product of its era in many ways, including the sprawl of character arcs and story threads that…sigh. Could have been written tighter or had scenes/threads cut entirely. Look, I like me a nice twisty plot, and Fionna’s Will definitely has that. I like strong-willed female characters who Do Stuff, and Fionna’s Will has piles of that happening. One of the major plots involves Fionna’s love and relationships with two men, simultaneously, and that’s a bit spicy and fun. 

All sorts of fun juicy stuff, BUT. 

The book is thin when it comes to crucial elements, while suffering from bloat—482 pages in mass market paperback format, and even though it’s a fast read, it’s a LOT. The characters are a mile wide and an inch deep, plus Fionna comes off as the more-than-competent Mary Sue character. Oh, she’s interesting enough, no question about it. She goes through a lot. But she is so. darn. competent in an over-the-top way. She manages to juggle babies by different men in such a way that the man she eventually marries never finds out that the boy he thinks is his eldest surviving son…isn’t. How that works out significantly impacts my willing suspension of belief. 

Gotta say, though, I like that Fionna’s an abolitionist, helped slaves on the Underground Railroad, and possessed fairly enlightened attitudes for the time. All the same…. 

Then there’s the nice neat way where all the loose threads end up tying together. At one point I was thinking dear God, why doesn’t she just put up a sign saying that dang near every incidental encounter is a Chekov’s Gun scenario? So many pat endings to walk-on characters that don’t really add any significance to the story. SO SO MANY. 

Plus the utterly unrealistic description of a nineteenth century wise woman/herbalist/midwife stopping bleeding from a miscarriage in…arrgh, let’s just say that if I had been the editor, it’s one piece that would have been cut. It didn’t advance the plot to go into the graphic detail that had nothing to do with how female biology works in real life (shoving a fist up the vaginal channel to stop excess bleeding??? Huh???). We’d already seen the impact of the miscarriage on the characters. It wasn’t needed. That piece was just…I have to wonder if a male editor insisted upon it, OR SOMETHING. 

As I said before, however, the book is a product of its time. I can think of other historical romances that I read back then that were equally as thick, and if I revisited them, probably have even greater Suck Fairy visitations. This was one of the best stories of its time—I thought so then and I doubt my impressions have changed. If I stumble across them in a freebie situation, I’d probably reread them. 

However. Beverly Jenkins and Courtney Milan (to name two of my favorites) do it better these days, with the same degree of period-appropriate enlightened attitudes that appeal to the modern reader, with tighter plotting and pacing, much leaner prose, and deeper characterization. 

Still, I don’t regret the reread. Working my way through some other books, and waiting for the latest library ebook holds to be ready. Might be one week for the next book summary, might not. Got stuff happening, so…that’s it for now.

If you like what you’ve read, please feel free to check out my books at https://www.joycereynolds-ward.com/books or drop a tip at my Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/joycereynoldsward

2026 Cherry Blossoms

Mar. 21st, 2026 10:13 pm
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Taking a Selfie
Taking a Selfie
Tom McCall Waterfront Park • Portland, Oregon
March 21, 2026
Nikon Z8 • Minolta MD Tele Rokkor-X 135mm f/2.8
f/5.6 @ 135mm • 1/250s • ISO 200

My news sources indicated that the cherry trees on the waterfront were in bloom, so I made plans to visit and get some pictures. I had volunteer work commitment for my church that took my entire afternoon Friday, extending into this morning. Everything this morning ran late.

My plan was to use my vintage Minolta MD Tele Rokkor-X 135mm f/2.8 lens on my newest camera, the Nikon Z8. I had forgotten exactly what I did in 2023, when I ran this experiment on my Nikon Z6. I had to do some research. In the process, I configured the Z8 to use focus peaking with yellow highlights, like the Z6 does. I also configured the Z8 to recognize the Minolta lens. EXPEED 7 allows the camera to learn a name for the old, non-CPU lens, the focal length, and the maximum aperture. That information gets passed to the image EXIF data. Much nicer than the null fields that get supplied by the Z6.

A Struggle to Get There )

At the Waterfront )

Medicare advantage, again

Mar. 20th, 2026 05:48 pm
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It turns out that changing Medicare Advantage plans is not costing me significant money: it looks as though the money I paid for prescriptions at the beginning of the year counts for a calendar-year maximum, even though I switched plans. I ordered another dose of Kesimpta on Wednesday, and they aren't charging me for it. As I said to [personal profile] cattitude and [personal profile] adrian_turtle, I'm glad that I could have afforded to pay that twice, but there are plenty of things I'd rather do with the money.

As a side note, this plan will pay for $65 per quarter of over-the-counter medications and some related things. I used part of this quarter's today to order Mucinex, Imodium, and an under-the-tongue digital fever thermometer. I think I can get them to pay for non-emergency transportation to medical appointments, and I should check what dental coverage I have.

What? It's Friday?

Mar. 20th, 2026 01:16 pm
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 Once again, I have failed to post anything beyond once a week.  Ugh, I suck. Sorry, everyone!

To be fair to me, Ramadan has only just ended (happy Eid to those of you celebrating today). Ramadan has meant several late nights for me, as I've been doing anti-ICE patrols--though one of my groups actually had people patroling in the wee hours of the morning--like, 3:00 am! I wish I were the sort of person who could have done that? I bet the Dispatch calls were fascinating. And, maybe it would have inspired a vampire story or two, who knows?

Part of me will miss this. In particular, I will miss the Night Owls.

The Night Owls (which actually start at the fully normal hour of 8 pm) are an interesting group. It's a group resistance Signal call for anyone up and about until dawn, no matter where they are located. So, I've had people on with me that were coming in from exo-suburbs and even nearby small towns.

The culture of a lot of the Signal calls is that commuters and stationary/foot/bicycle patrolers say pretty quiet and only turn their mics on to do a plate check. This varies from community to community, of course, with some dispatchers encouraging more back and forth or doing round-robin check-ins. It really depends on who your "Guy/Gal/Enby in a Chair" is.  There's things specific to specific groups too?  My hyper-local community always signs-off with "Have a great night, Fuck ICE" in the same sort of casual tone you might tell a partner "Love ya!" before hanging up. I joke that I can always tell people from my area when they show up on the larger calls because they still do this even when its not the culture of the call? Other dispatchers sound a little thrown to hear folks from my neck of the woods just casually signing off with a happy little swear. There are also cool acronyms that I'm not fully privvy to, like some folks from the other side of the river apparently say: SSFI for Stay Safe, Fuck ICE.  I tried to say that today since there are lot of little ears around the mosque during Eid, but my dyslexia was like... UH GO SLOW... so totally outed myself as NOT one of the cool kids, after all. :-)

But the Night Owls are their own special crew. Their chat is actually vetted, but the call is open to anyone commuting, etc., late night. Once daylight savings time hit, my stationary patrols started at 8:30 pm so I joined the Night Owls. The Night Owl folks are just chattier? Largely, I think because it is often the same crew--people who do the late shift UberEats or whatever other driving gigs they might have.... people who are just up all night. They will talk about their favorite energy drinks or talk about the usefulness of jumper cables or sometimes even awkwardly attempt to flirt over Signal voice chat. Ocassionaly, someone will break in with a startled, "Y'all, I just saw the world's biggest rat run across west 7th! And I used to live in Mumbai!" There was a whole discussion that spanned several nights about the ICE agents on Grindr (a gay dating app).   

I got invested, you know?

These people became some Real Life version of my own personal soap opera. I am going to admit that I have clearly formed some parasocial relationships with certain code names. 

That being said, they were really there for me when I needed it. There was an incident that I haven't blogged about a couple of Wednesdays back where my plate check came back hot, or shall we say VERY COLD, possibly even icy if you get my drift. I was stationary (on foot), alone, and dispatch very kindly asked me if I wanted a drive-by from one of the other commuters in the area. This icy vehicle was also stationary? We had clocked each other? Like, they were parked and the three of us had made eye contact. So, my voice jumped an octave higer than I intended and I was like, "Uh, yeah, I would not hate that, dispatch. Thank you!"

Y'all, within MINUTES rescue arrived. 

Rescue was a gender fluid person on bicycle patrol. This fully bearded, beautiful human being rolled up in 10 F/ -12 C degree weather in a skirt and Wicked Witch of the West striped tights. They had a high-powered telephoto lens camera with them and, I kid you not, the sight me--this tiny, fat lesbian on a phone--and  this amazing person arriving on a bicycle caused my icy van to decide THE THREAT WAS TOO BIG (which, honestly, was the most ICE-like move they made). They fled. I reported that my sus van was on the move to dispatch and I could hear commuters everywhere leaping into action. I am sure my sus van had a tail before they turned on to the next biggest throughfare. 

When I had to sign out, I heard the Night Owls making sure someone would continue to swing by to keep an eye on the mosque. I was so thrown by this experience that I didn't remember to text our contact inside the mosque until I got home, but I only live minutes away, so they got the word out for people to be extra careful that evening, too. I don't know, of course, for sure the folks we chased off were who we were afraid they might be, but I'm just as happy to have freaked out any other potential bad actors, you know? I swear that right now, in the Twin Cities, you do not want to be a "local, independent pharmaceutical entrepreneur" because some commuter has eyes on your business!  

So, I think this is why I feel kind of connected. Like, these are my comrades in arms (or by phone, as in the case of the Minnesota Resistance). 

Happy Eid, but good-bye my dear Night Owls! SSFI*!


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I'll still be doing rapid-response work, but probably no longer at night.
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Forgery: where art and crime intersect.

Not all kinds of forgery are art, of course. When my fourteen-year-old self forged my father's signature on my practice records to assure my band director that yes, of course I practiced at home as much as I was supposed to, there was no art involved there. (Rather the opposite, in fact.) I suppose you could argue that mimicking someone's handwriting is calligraphic forgery, but that feels to me like it's stretching the point. Counterfeiting we've already talked about separately, in the first year of this Patreon; the manufacture of fake IDs or other legal documents, or of something like knockoff Gucci purses, are also not the focus of this essay.

No, here we're concerned with the creation of fake objects of art, whether works attributed to a specific artist, or anonymous artifacts of a particular place and time. And this is a topic I find fascinatingly squirrelly.

The techniques necessary to pull this off have gotten increasingly sophisticated over time. Back in the day -- or even now, if you're selling to a credulous enough fool -- anything that passed muster to a casual glance might suffice. Get yourself a fresh sheet of parchment, papyrus, or paper, write or draw on it, apply some physical and chemical stresses to make it look old, and you're good to go. Fire a pot or clay figure, or carve something out of stone, then batter it around for that authentic chipped look. Maybe even stamp out an ancient coin or two, if it's a piece rare enough to be worth substantially more than its metal content.

These days, it's not nearly that simple. We have carbon dating, spectroscopic analysis, and other high-tech methods of determining whether some detail is out of place. Which doesn't mean forgeries have gone away; it just means that talented forger needs to know a lot more than just what their proposed artifact should look like. There's a thriving market in blank fragments of ancient papyrus -- so the substrate will pass an age check even if what's written on it is new -- and who knows what texts have been scraped off bits of parchment, what paintings have been covered or rubbed away, so something more lucrative can be put in their place. The best forgers need to know the chemistry of inks and paints, how to make the right tools, the techniques used back then, so that only the closest analysis by the most skilled experts can spot the fake.

Nor is it only about the object itself. These days, we also pay a lot of attention to provenance: the history of an object's ownership, which can help to prove that it wasn't made last week. (A very similar term, provenience, is used in archaeology to refer to where the object was found: relevant to sifting out illegally looted objects from those excavated under legitimate conditions.) Of course, if you want to pass off a fake as the real thing, you also have to forge a provenance -- hence the massive upswing after World War II in items that had been the property of an "anonymous Swiss collector," a fig leaf to cover Nazi theft and forgeries alike.

That's when you're just trying to make a Twelfth Dynasty Egyptian ushabti or a bronze ornament from Sanxingdui: a plausible example of a type, but nothing more specific than that. When you're trying to pass something off as a previously-unidentified Picasso or Rodin, then you can't hide behind the expected variations between different nameless historical artisans; you have to mimic not just the materials but the ideas, composition, and execution of that specific person -- well enough that it seems like it could have genuinely been their work.

And at that point, you very nearly have a Zen koan on your hands: if someone forges a Rembrandt so well it can't be told from the real thing, is there a meaningful difference? Is the art itself what's worthwhile, or the fact that it was made by a specific person?

The answer to that really depends on context. If I'm a layperson who likes Caravaggio's style of painting, and somebody else comes along who paints just like Caravaggio (without claiming those are his works), I might be delighted to acquire things of the exact type I like for a fraction of the cost. Yay for pretty art! By contrast, if a forger lies to me and I pay Caravaggio prices for something that doesn't suffer from the scarcity of the artist being dead for centuries, I'm probably going to be pissed. And if I'm an art historian trying to learn more about Caravaggio, that forger has actively poisoned the well of scholarship by introducing false data.

Some of our "forgery" problems now actual stem from situations more like that first example. You can buy a million and one plastic replicas of Michaelangelo's David in Florence, and nobody thinks of those as forgeries . . . but rewind a few centuries or millennia, and those replicas had to be hand-crafted out of marble or bronze or whatever suited the sculpture being copied. That wasn't forgery; it was just how art got replicated, and the best copyists were deploying a useful, legitimate skill. The same was true of paintings. Now, however, the interests of both scholarship and the aura of owning a verified-as-legitimate original mean we have to sort that historical wheat from the chaff.

Or take the workshop context in which many Renaissance artists operated. Apprentices were expected to mimic their master's style, and if the result was good enough, the master was free to sell those works under his (or, more rarely, her) own name. Again, nowadays we strive to separate those out from the authentic works of the master -- but that reflects a modern attitude where the individual genius is the most important thing, above whether it reflects their style or was made under their auspices.

Some forgeries are extremely famous. Han Van Meegeren had to out himself as a forger when he was accused of collaboration for selling a Vermeer to the Nazi Hermann Göring; to prove that he hadn't hocked a piece of cultural patrimony, he painted another one while court-appointed witnesses stood and watched. The Getty Museum in Los Angeles has spent quite a bit of money trying to prove the disputed authenticity of a kouros (a specific style of statue) they bought for seven million dollars, but the best they've been able to achieve is a label identifying it as "Greek, about 530 B.C., or modern forgery." The Boston Museum of Fine Arts similarly clings to the hope that their probably-fake "Minoan snake goddess" statuette might be the real thing.

One thing these forgeries have in common: the demand for the genuine article is high enough to make fakes worth the effort of their creation. Minoan snake goddesses got manufactured because Sir Arthur Evans' excavations at Knossos attracted a ton of publicity, and he was not particularly discriminating in buying the "discoveries" people brought to him. Few criminals bothered forging Indigenous art until collectors turned their attention toward those parts of the world, thereby creating demand. This can in turn come full circle: van Meegeren's post-trial fame made his paintings rise high enough in value that his own son wound up forging more of them.

Nobody knows for sure how many fakes are on display in museums, galleries, and private collections. Some estimates run very high, due to the way today's plutocrats treat the acquisition of art as an investment strategy and display of status, while others say that improved methods of detection and the emphasis on authenticating an object before somebody forks over millions for it have greatly reduced the incidence. We'll never really know for sure, because of the loss of face inherent in admitting you paid too much for a forgery -- including the cratering in value for other works that might become suspect by association. But if you want to tell a story of trickery and sordid doings, the art world is rife with possibility!

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(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/aYnVC2)
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Backup, Finally

Mar. 17th, 2026 06:15 pm
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Carbon Copy Cloner 7 Task Window

Just before I went to bed last night I decided I needed to (finally) figure out how I was going to keep a local backup of my Lightroom photos and catalog. I put the task on the list for Tuesday (today).

Backup Geekery, Below This Cut )

home again

Mar. 17th, 2026 08:27 pm
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I am back from Montreal. The trip home had some annoying delays while they found us an airplane, or figured out how to tow the one they had, or something, but was otherwise fine.

Rysmiel gave me a back rub last night that did significant good for the tension in my neck and right shoulder. I currently have an unrelated shoulder pain, from spending too much time poking at my phone while spending several hours at the airport, but if I'm somewhat cautious now that I'm home, that should take care of itself in a day or three.

I am catching up on some of the PT exercises I didn't do while traveling because they require elastics, or the foam roller, or weights, but doing all of them tonight would be imprudent.

Journey of a Novel, Part Two

Mar. 17th, 2026 02:19 pm
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When I start building a world and the plot of a book, things don’t always go quickly. In some cases I can visualize a whole world and start writing right away. But those instances tend to be rare, simply because these days what I’m working on are often notions that I’ve been thinking about and poking at for a couple of decades or so.

That’s the case for Vortex Worlds. I’ve approached it from several angles and been thinking about it for a very long time. The notion of a time/multiverse refuge in a quasi-Western, nineteenth-kinda century setting has been niggling at me ever since the early twenty-teens, when we were driving through the southern Willamette Valley. I got a flash of native elders confronting a white settler using a forbidden mechanical sickle bar mower—and turning into wicker/wooden forms in that field when the settler refused to comply.

Only then I wasn’t thinking about the time-travel multiverse elements. Those crawled slowly into my story notions as I worked on what eventually became the novella Bearing Witness. And even then, the concept really hasn’t gained flesh until recently.

What happened between now and then?

A lot of research. I also had a notion for an alternate history version of Pacific Northwest settlement by white Europeans that was loosely based on a proposal by Dr. John McLoughlin toward the end of his tenure as the Chief Factor for Fort Vancouver. McLoughlin approached the first US settlers with an idea of establishing an “Oregon Country,” independent from both the US and Great Britain.

Well, we know how that turned out.

However, I kept throwing magic and unicorns and other stuff into the mix, and gave up on it after a few short stories in that world. I…still might do something with it, unconnected to Vortex Worlds, but that makes it maybe next up on the list (we’ll see if Vision of Alliance’s sluggish sales perk up, that might be enough for me to turn to Book Two of that trilogy).

Anyway. Back to Vortex Worlds. One of the theories teasing at my brain has been this “what if Alice Clarissa Whitman had not drowned at age two?” notion. She was the daughter of early missionaries Marcus and Narcissa Whitman, born early in their time at Waíilatpu near what later became the city of Walla Walla. Her parents withdrew significantly from their mission after her death, and turned instead to helping US settlers instead of missionizing the local peoples for Christianity. It’s a possible turning point in history because Alice Clarissa was friendly with the Cayuse peoples; loved as the first white child born in their land. She spoke their language as well as English. Would she have suffered the same fate as her parents? Would she have died of measles? Or would she have ended up like a couple of orphaned girls who were adopted by the Whitmans, then orphaned a second time by their deaths, doomed to bouncing between so-called “adoptive” parents who basically treated them like indentured servants, up until they married?

Not that Alice Clarissa became a part of this world until recently. Before then, when I was drafting Bearing Witness, I was thinking more about a different path, where horrific nasty supernatural stuff tied to a multiverse and a battle for the control of the multiverse made the leadup to the US Civil War even bloodier and more awful. I visualized a group of escapees from the mid-nineteenth century bouncing from universe to universe, trying to escape the Soulers who not only killed the body but devoured the soul. Of course, not all of them were in political accord, which led to the opening that provided the foundation for the story of Bearing Witness, which I ended up serializing on Kindle Vella, then releasing as a novella a few years ago.

Even then, though, I buried seeds of a bigger world in Witness. Jesse Pruitt and his wife Tianawis—and Tianawis is head of the Kalosin Council of Women, the native people who control and protect the Kalosin refuge. Jesse is a Wild Colonist, a magician with the ability to manipulate the portals that transport people through the multiverse. Wild Colonists operate separately from the other two sources of magic—Federal Magicians and Preacher Magicians. Wild Colonists are independent wild cards—along with the Kalosin people.

Buried even deeper in Witness is the story of Jesse’s mother Abigail Caine Pruitt, who operates a null site within Kalosin. I don’t delve further into that part of the world in Witness, but I knew that Abigail’s story was significant.

Well, now it’s time for that piece. However, at the same time, I also had Alice Clarissa. I wrote a short story where a clone is substituted for her two-year-old drowned self, and she is raised by aliens and trained to be a Time Corps interpreter. Oh, I sent the story out to a couple of markets, but…it wasn’t that well-received, probably in part because I was still struggling with what this would turn Alice Clarissa into.

I’ve figured that piece out, and am revising that short story into something that’s much better than the original piece. This appears to be one of those books where the worldbuilding foundation ends up resting on assorted short stories, so writing these stories is part of that overall revision. Not sure yet whether these backstory short pieces will become a part of the book or if I’ll end up putting them out as related short stories as teasers/reader magnets.

Interestingly, instead of what I’ve done for worldbuilding in the past, I’m exploring this world through related short stories/outtakes. It’s something I started doing with the Martinieres and—well, for me it’s a sign that the world is starting to come to life. It’s a much slower process than sitting down with an easel and scribbling out notes to myself but—life is chaotic at the moment, so this slower process seems to fit what I’m doing.

Kalosin is a fascinating world, and I have oh-so-much to learn about it yet. Especially given its solitary status in the multiverse of Vortex Worlds. I’m nowhere near ready to start writing a chapter synopsis yet, but…it will happen. Eventually. After over thirty-two books to my credit, I’ve learned to trust the process. Sometimes it comes fast, other times it comes slow.

But the story eventually arrives. And I’m fascinated by this journey.

Right now I’m promoting a bundle on Itch that features several of my women characters with agency. If you haven’t read my work before, it’s a good introduction to several of my series. $18.90 for ten books, or 50% off of individual books. Check it out!

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Review copy provided by the publisher. Also the author is a friend.

This morning I wrote to another friend, "I've finished reading Amal's new collection, and now the only problem is how to write a review that's laudatory enough." "A good problem to have," my friend correctly noted.

Seriously, though. I've read most of these stories before, but when I came to each one, it was a matter of, "Oh, I loved this one!" rather than "Oh yeah, this one." There is a stylistic and thematic inclination to the stories that never rises to sameness. It's such a distillation of why I have been consistently happy to see these stories (and a few poems!) in the venues where they've appeared, for the years they've been appearing.

If you were hoping that this would be a source of new Amal stories, you'll have to keep waiting, this is the kind of collection that's a culmination of previous work rather than a revelation of new. But it's a beautiful slim volume, I'm thrilled to have it, I will press it upon my friends and relations, hurrah. Hurrah.

Ghosts of Meier & Frank

Mar. 17th, 2026 01:56 pm
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Meier & Frank Garment Bags
Meier & Frank Garment Bags

I’ve been working in the garage, trying to identify old stuff to get rid of (to make space for other stuff). There was a box of garment bags, and I figured I didn’t need those bags anymore. And then I realized I might have a use for a couple of bags – so I opened the box. Old garment bags, indeed.

It was with a wave of nostalgia that I unfolded two Meier & Frank garment bags. These bags were provided for free when I bought some dresses at the department store. I think I still have the dresses, as well.

Meier & Frank was erased as a brand – and converted to Macy’s – in 2006. I can’t believe Meier & Frank vanished 20 years ago. Has it really been that long? I grew up with the department store and have a lot of fond memories. (Like... the air doors at the Lloyd Center... and the escalators at the flagship store downtown... plus the restaurants... and the Christmas displays.) I walk through Macy’s all the time – but I still miss Meier & Frank – a lot.

This is what it means to be an old Oregonian. (Yesterday, I was telling my friend Debbie about growing up with Miller Paint in Portland. I could go on and on... U.S National Bank of Oregon... Alpenrose Dairy... J. K. Gill... Hung Far Low...)

Can I really let go of these garment bags?