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I made this amazing discovery about anxiety

June 27, 2018
Hands holding lights; Photo by Diego PH on Unsplash

So, it turns out if you occasionally freak out, and you’re always using coping mechanisms to keep your mind from spinning too fast or too much, you apparently might benefit from some anxiety treatment.

It finally occurred to me that the way I live and deal with things might….not…be…entirely….optimal. So I talked to my doctor and asked if it might be legit to consider anti-anxiety medications. He talked to me a bit – I’m already doing some of the things I should, including eating well, sleeping, exercising, not drinking to much. Then he immediately put me on something for anxiety, and another something for panic attacks.

And. They. Work.

Life isn’t easy now. Problems haven’t gone away. But it no longer feels like the world is falling completely apart every time something happens. I can think most of the time.  This is absolutely amazing.

I just thought I’d pass it on. If I’ve made it this far – into my 40s – knowing full well about anxiety and depression, and hadn’t taken the next step, then maybe someone out there could stand to hear this.


Thinking about women-only spaces

May 15, 2018

I’ve been thinking lately about women’s clubs and spaces.  I have a hard time putting these things into words, but i’ll try.

There is a definite dynamic change with these spaces, because of course you’re SO MUCH LESS LIKELY to be subject to all the things that the imbalance between the sexes hath wrought: mansplaining, manspreading, the male gaze, sexual tension (the likelihood of being in a room with a lesbian who will make things uncomfortable is so low as to be negligible), and harassment.

I think the butthurt that men feel about women-only spaces is a symptom of NOT UNDERSTANDING the constant tension that is, well, toxic masculinity. If you’re upset because you’re not invited, it’s probably because you don’t get what a stress relief it is to simply go, “Oh, there’s no men around? Okay then.”

(I don’t hate men. I adore men. Big fan. And a lot of you are good men. That doesn’t change the fact that you’ve grown up in the “BE A MAN, SCREW THE GIRLS” soup that is our heritage and culture. It comes out in some more than others, but it does come out. We’re always watchful.)

And spaces that include men, but have been staked out as women’s ground – e.g., women in technology meetings, Pilates and yoga classes, and the like – have the same effect. We’re – women are – likely the majority, so the possibility for bad behavior/effects is far lessened.

Your thoughts?

Careful where you stand (Beekeeping part 5)

May 13, 2018

I like to sit outside whenever I can and watch the bees go about their work. I’m watching right now, and the established hive is very busy here at sunrise, where I’ve only seen a couple of bees enter or leave the newly installed hive. 

And nobody is entering or leaving the uninstalled half size hive, what’s called a nucleus hive. Everyone is pretty much just hanging out on the front entrance. 

To back up a little bit: yesterday I finished getting the hardware ready. I went ahead and painted the bottom boards that serve as a hive stand, and my son Eric and I decorated the last of the hive (“deep” or “brood”) boxes in a honeycomb pattern.

In the evening, Sean and I drove out to Rowlett to pick up our two nucleus hives. It was a pretty neat operation. We drove up into the field, gave our name to someone with a clipboard, and the guy loaded two white cardboard boxes into the back of our van.

The boxes have air holes, and the entrance and lid are taped shut. But it doesn’t prevent a few bees from escaping. The beekeepers were right, the bees did not care about us one little bit. They all just clustered around the back window. 

Sean, Eric, and I suitsd up, brought the hives out back, and took the lid off one. We carefully separated and looked at each frame of honeycomb, positively covered in bees. I’m in the frames were covered in bees, not us. We saw open cells with nectar still being dried. We saw honey, brood, and uncapped brood. The bees were pretty calm. We didn’t even smoke them. 

In any case, it looks to be a successful install. They’re not super active yet this morning, but is Sean said last night, the moving experience is very traumatic for them. 

Edited to add: the green and yellow box is Dani, the honeycomb pattern colony is Lily, and the new nucleus hive is Pam. 

Stop! In the name of love! (Beekeeping part 4)

April 24, 2018

We did the second hive inspection today on our captured swarm. We got all the loose comb (read: built onto the box lid) tied into frames, and everyone into a shiny new hive.

There was lots of comb, honey, and pollen…but no brood! That means no queen.

We’ve decided provisionally to combine this hive with our new nuc when we pick it up in early May. While we could buy and install a new queen, all the delivery dates fall AFTER when we could have it merge with our purchased nuc.  In other words, we pick up bees 5/11. Merge by 5/14. Earliest queens available 5/15.  Might as well go with plan A. (Edited to add: Yes, we could give them a frame of brood comb once we get the new bees, so they could raise their own queen…but that also takes time, so I don’t think that’ll work.)


Swarm of bees!

They were SO pissed off at us for all the meddling and moving, they swarmed out of the hive and back onto the treehouse where we’d first caught them.

We recaptured them – this was very easy, as this hive is very gentle, and swarming bees in general aren’t aggressive – and dumped them back in their lovely new hive, this time with a lemongrass lure. So MAYBE they’ll stay put.

We also put out our old lure hive with another lemongrass lure, so we’ll either recapture stray bees, maybe capture the hive if they swarm again, or perhaps get a new swarm.

This whole thing was actually kind of fun! And kind of nice to get some of the new beekeeper mistakes out of the way with a free swarm, instead of messing up with our expensive, purchased bees. I don’t want to jack up or hurt any of them of course. But if we have to make mistakes, well…

Anyway. I think they’re going to swarm again. They’re behaving around the newest hive like the scouts behaved around the original lure hive. We shall see…

I wanna hold your [bee-covered] hand (Beekeeping part 3)

April 17, 2018

So! One week ago, we attracted a swarm!

So then we waited a week before we could do a hive check – me going out to watch the bees come and go at every opportunity…

And then….the day came. Today. HIVE CHECKING DAY. Our first hive inspection. THIS IS GONNA BE GREAT.



We got our bee suits, hive tools, smoker, fuel, lighter, hive checklist, and various and sundry other things, and went to check on the bees. Yeah.

Oh hell. I had left the lure box with just the 5 frames in, instead of filling it with all 10. So of COURSE the bees built their comb – and may I say WOW that’s a lot of comb built in one week! – so, I say, of COURSE they built comb hanging from the box lid, instead of on the frames.

Of course.

We were able to separate 2 of the fins, and strap them into empty frames, before the wind blew the lid with the honeycomb over, dumping all the bees onto the floor and providing the very real danger of having just lost/squashed the queen…and I low-key panicked. We basically put everything back in, topped the box with another hive box (WITH frames) – which is not precisely what I’d intended, but I was low-key panicking – and watched.

The bees started fanning and making their way back in, so we think the queen is fine.

Next time – next week – I will have a more clear plan, and I will not low-key panic, and all will be well. Stay tuned.

What I want when I die

April 4, 2018

I lost a friend today – largely an online friend, but a GOOD friend and a kind man. Rob was smart, kind, and funny. He was a force to be reckoned with online: he would answer anyone any techie question. He supported my efforts, our company, and just about everyone on the side of what is good and right.

A lot of us that knew Rob are commiserating, grieving, together on Twitter. We talk about first meetings, notable moments. We joke, and laugh, and say, “Rob would totally get it.” And he would.

And of COURSE when someone dies, we all get to thinking about what happens when WE die. So let me be clear, for when I die…hopefully in about 60 years. Here’s what I want.

I want you to laugh. I want you to cry. Or not cry.

I want you to talk, or not.

I want you to do whatever it is that helps you when you grieve. Pray. Or meditate. Commiserate. Listen to songs. Write stuff. Do work. Whatever.

I want you to know that I really d0 – okay, when I die it’s “I really did” – love my life. I don’t believe in an afterlife…I’ve spent quite a lot of my life now heartily appreciating having had the chance of being alive. Time here is limited; I’m glad I got this far. (Again though, another 60 years wouldn’t hurt.)

I also want to know that pretty much whenever I DO die, if there WERE an afterlife, I’d be pissed about it. I remember what Bilbo said: “Alas, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits.” I’m selfish about my time here, and yeah, I want the full allotment. So yes, if I die early I’ll want to have been pissed about it.

But still. Lucky to have lived.

Arrangements: Donate the organs. Burn the rest. Keep or bury or scatter the ashes, as you will. I’m not HERE any more, see?

I’m sure I’m missing something…oh yeah. Those of you who were precious to me: I made sure to tell you so. Probably more than once.  Remember that, okay? If I get a ghost, it misses you. Those of you I loved or extreme-liked: I MIGHT not have managed to get across that I did. I’m awkward. I liked a lot of you from afar. But hey, I’m dead, so go ahead and assume I liked you, if I didn’t say otherwise.

Oh, and I wouldn’t rely too heavily on “prayers” and “she’s in a better place” with most of my family. It’s not a comfort. Most of them are like me on the idea of death being a big lights out.

As for everything else? That’s up to you. Sure, I would have liked you to do something cool in my name – charity! random acts of kindness! whatever! – because death really is a great way to remind us to be kinder, more alive, all that. But seriously, do what works for you. It’s your life, and you’re still in it.


P.S. Okay fine, feel free to do especially nerdy thins in my honor, like quote LOTR or Watership Down or  Star Trek/Wars or Firefly or…whatever.


Could we start treating people of color like, oh I don’t know, people?

March 30, 2018

A Dallas headline today reminds me of how everyone is sort of okay with treating people of color differently in the news. Relevant story, and relevant hashtag: #IfTheyGunnedMeDown

More relevant: “When The Media Treats White Suspects And Killers Better Than Black Victims

Some of the headlines from that article:

Let’s make a point of calling out this bullshit when we see it, shall we?