Category: Misc.

Ditching social media? Try RSS again. Here are some alternatives to Feedly.

As Tammy Strobel points out, social media gets more and more problematic. With the idea of turning an eye back to blogs/blogging, I logged into Feedly tonight, apparently the world’s most popular RSS reader (after Google killed theirs, I still don’t understand that move). But oops, I realized I’d logged into an old account, and needed to log out and back into the newer one. A simple task, right? NAY.

Feedly would have none of it. I actually could not log out of my account, there was nothing on the screen that would allow me to accomplish this (save for emptying my cache and reloading the page, which I finally tried – that worked). I was in Feedly’s little green grip. I had to Google, “How to log out of Feedly,” never a good sign. Turns out I’m not alone. There are even complaints about this. Next thing to get Googled: “How to cancel my Feedly account”. Oddly enough, they make that easy. Done!

Now what?

This recent article in Wired helped, and was my impetus for signing up with Inoreader.

First time was the charm with this one, I signed up and loved it immediately. You can sort feeds manually, something I appreciate. There aren’t acres and acres of options and ways to organize the way there is with Feedly, something I find overwhelming and useless. With Inoreader I have enough organization power to keep my content in focus, but not so much that the organizing sucks up all my time on the site (Feedly, you have a long way to go, here).

According to that Wired article there is also The Old Reader, which I admit I see in my head as Ye Olde Reader. It looks worthy of a second look, however in my first look I found some errors with feeds (repeating images), and the interface didn’t please my eye. So, check it out if you want, but I’m going to spend a few weeks with Inoreader and see how it goes.

Another article about this. And maybe one more.

 

How to survive in intersectional feminist spaces 101

So I generally don’t re-blog a lof stuff (I think this is the second time I’ve done it), it just isn’t a habit I’m in. I do it now because this is just so important, and this blog post is so well-written, and it isn’t something that I can easily summarize in my own words in any way that’s nearly as effective as you just reading this. Please, please read it.

Believe me, I know, it can feel hard sometimes to be white and read things about racism. I’m a fat woman, and now I’m disabled. Feminism has always made a lot of sense to me. Being an ally to non-straight has also always felt natural, and wasn’t challenging.

Race was harder. In college, when I was first introduced to different ways of looking at racism – hey let me just rephrase that – when I was first introduced to LOOKING AT RACISM, I mean, really looking: it was hard. I had a lot of feelings at first. Defensive, mostly. “But I’m not like THAT!” I was very invested in seeing myself in a certain light, and any challenge to that just felt insulting rather than educational.

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Time to make the blog pretty.

In my last post I talked about moving my blog to a self-hosted WordPress installation on my own server. I changed my mind! This morning I crunched some numbers, did math of money, time, and spoons, considered how much stress I wanted to put myself under when I’m often very tired and in pain, and decided it was very worth it to stick with keeping my blog on WordPress.com and letting them take care of all the niggly details.

Now it’s down to blog design. I’m going through the theme library, trying out different things. Until I’m done, the blog might appear weird, or broken. It shouldn’t stay that way. I ought to have this finished in the next few days. I’m very motivated.

Until then, enjoy Han Solo Season. Sew all the things, quilt all the things, make music on whatever you can find, and go drink a soy pumpkin spice latte, because damn those things are heaven.

 

 

Thursday update: a kitchen might be forthcoming

Kitchen Katastrophe 2016, the going-on-week-seven aftermath of a burst water hose, is finally on its way toward healing. We have a contractor, which means we finally have one person coordinating all the work. Today the walls were finished being plastered, and next comes the paint. Following that, the tile backsplash, and then the cabinet and sink-reinstalled, and then the flooring, and then the fridge and oven can come back in, and then I sit on the floor and cry tears of relief, and swear that I will never, ever, take a kitchen for granted again. Nor fill one with water.

paint sample

This is the palette of colors from Sherwin-Williams that I picked out. It’s called Color Pizazz. The idea is that every color works with every other color, so you don’t end up standing in your house gazing in horror, the realization slowly dawning that your living room doesn’t go with your kitchen. Or something.

I joke, but it’s true that it can really make a house feel “off” if the colors don’t work well. Putting color together is a huge challenge for me. I know how the end result makes me feel, so the ability to juxtapose color is one that I recognize and appreciate, but I don’t have it. I’m terrible at seeing the forest for the trees. I tend to fall in love with one color, and then I just monochrome the heck out of it, because pairing it with anything else causes me mild panic. Does it go? Does it not go? I DON’T UNDERSTAND. I’ve worked with a color wheel, I spin yarn, I knit, I draw a little, I know what the colors are supposed to do. I just can’t seem to get them to do what I want. I follow the rules, I break the rules, it doesn’t matter what I do; it all looks wrong. On my bucket list, I have simply: “Figure out color.”

For now, Sherwin-Williams and their color artists are helping. But the reason that paint palette is on the porch, and the reason the mug Greg made me seventeen years ago is upside down, is that I decided to start a truce with spiders. The truce goes like this: If you promise not to kill me, I promise to try and save you when I can. Sitting at my desk yesterday, a gargantuan spider crawled out of a stack of books, along a wall. My first thought was, “Australia. It’s like I’m living in Australia.”

But I didn’t scream, and I didn’t crush it against the wall. I did the cup trick. I dumped all the pens out of my mug, whacked the mug (carefully!) over the demon spider, and put the paint sample brochure under him, and put him out on the porch and set him free. Before I did, I got the camera ready, because I was sure it would be the biggest spider I had ever photographed, and I wanted to impress Greg and Jason, who have remarked before that they know there is a spider nearby by the pitch and intonation of the way I yell, “HEY!! YOU GUYS?! CAN YOU COME IN HERE?!”

spider small

 

Okay, I know he doesn’t look that big, but if you zoom in, you can see that it HAS HAIR:

spider big

 

I’m sorry but anything that is both BUG and in possession of the ability to BENEFIT FROM STYLING GEL is not something with which I want to be friends. And yet, I can’t seem to bring myself to kill them anymore. I’d rather let the spiders eat the insects I don’t like in relative peace, and whatever happiness spiders are capable of sussing out for themselves. This is a big life change for me. And the spiders.

Bicycling is still going well! My mileage is very low, but that’s okay. Fibro means I’m working up slowly. And my knees aren’t hurting anymore. My friend Elaine, also a Brompton rider, suggested I lift the seat up a little. I know that most people usually ride with their seats way too low, and I’ve been so careful with this, but her description of how she knows when her seat height was right did make me think that mine might still be too low. So I moved it up just a half inch, and that seems to have made a big difference.

Beth is now riding her bike to school sometimes, with her best friend, who lives a few blocks away. I like to ride Beth to her friend’s house, and send them off with warnings about walking across the busy street and being careful of cars, etc.

bikes

 

In other news, I’m trying to learn Norwegian using Duolingo. More on that later. But for now: Duolingo is a real hardass.

jenta