i run http://lunastationquarterly.com, a speculative lit mag for women-identified authors.
i run https://selfcare.tech & its bots for those that need self care resources.
i do a LOT of other things (check the pins and links on my profile).
my alt is @pixelpaperyarn which i use for various writing talk and announcements.
i show my learning process, hopefully demystifying how the tech industry works. i chat about the ideas i have that i don't have time to manifest.
i'm a lawful good paladin, yet i am friends with chaos. lawful doesn't always mean "nice" nor does it mean following laws that break my moral code.
i believe in kindness and do my best to help when i can.
i do a LOT of things, many of which are meant to be helpful to other developers and some just because i love doing them.
i've designed 2 different card decks, have a couple newsletters i send out monthly, and keep various trello boards full of curricula i design for myself.
details on all this stuff (and more!) are here:
omg this is too cute i can't handle these dromaeosaurid feelings!
starting my Beatles catalog listen through this evening.
we start off with Please Please Me, chock a block full of songs they honed to a fine polish playing the clubs of Hamburg.
while this could be a bland bunch of tunes (especially by today's standards) there's a raw energy to them as they growl their way through the fourteen tracks.
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So I’m visiting my parents, & made the mistake of trying to watch Trevor Noah with my mom. Had to go away and cry in the middle bc I have never felt so profoundly like the entire world, and especially my country, was going to hell in a handbasket. Realized just how much shit I’ve been shielding myself from in order to pretend that anything I do matters.
Do any of my friends who were adults during the Cold War have coping mechanisms to suggest? No drug jokes please.
The princess kicked off her shoes. Her jewelry followed, sinking into the sand.
Her tiara was tossed aside next. Her delicate embroidered veils fluttered away.
The waves lapped at her toes as she sang an old song her mother had taught her, wrapped in a simple, passed down fur shawl.
Up in the castle, attendants searched desperately, unaware of the voices rising from the sea, welcoming home the granddaughter of their stolen Queen.
I'm glad books are readily & widely distributed in bookstores & libraries everywhere. I'd hate for them to be locked behind some kind of gated subscription service like current shows, series, & movies.
paladin. queer. pagan. coder. writer. tea snob. vegetarian. chaos enabler. Gen-X. | she/they/he
your vintage New Jersey dad
i am a goddamn delight
A bunch of technomancers in the fediverse. Keep it fairly clean please. This arcology is for all who wash up upon it's digital shore.