sheafrotherdon
10 June 2017 @ 07:32 am
 
This morning I am savoring the open windows around my house - the bird song and the far away drone of someone cutting grass. I've been waking up very early recently because the sun shines directly through my front bedroom window and onto my face at about 5.45am, so I get these magical hours first thing when the world is still cool and quiet and I can sit and just be. So precious.

This has been a good week. I had a lovely sit down with my boss's boss where I felt deeply valued, and we made a date for another meeting to talk about better disability support at my place of work. I wrote a grant application, and research and wrote a conference presentation, made handouts, met with some junior colleagues, and tided up my office (omg the dust). And I've been able to come home early every day and do whatever pleases me - sometimes some more work, sometimes some reading, sometime some hanging out online.

I'm going to a week-long conference tomorrow with one of my best friends. It's going to be one of those conferences where you learn so much and are challenged so deeply that by 5pm you're ready to drop, but it's also going to be so, so good to be there. And I'm ready. I've been ready since Thursday, bag all packed save for toiletries. It's been a while since I've been out of town and I can't wait. Absence truly does make the heart grow fonder, and I'm looking forward to new vistas and new restaurants and new places to walk.

Today - some yoga, a final planning meeting with my friend, and maybe a touch of fic writing. I have an idea for a moment between Antiope and her girlfriend, and who doesn't want to spend their time thinking about Amazons?

Saw the trailer for Black Panther and omg I am so ready. I cannot wait to see this movie. I was annoyed by the mere presence of white people in the teaser, but since it seems like they're gearing up to tell a whole story about imperialism and resistance, and the white folks are likely to be on the wrong side of that, I can handle watching every white person get their asses handed to them by the Dora Milaje. (Future me is already anticipating owning Wonder Woman and Black Panther at some point and switching happily back and forth between these depictions of warrior women. Happy sigh.) Just please, god, no white superheroes. No Bucky, no Steve, no Tony, no one. I just want it to be about Wakanda.

Watched Hidden Figures last night and enjoyed it immensely. I loved seeing the women with so much agency, so vital, so uncompromising. And it blew my mind all over again to think we were sending men into space when we were still using mechanical typewriters and landlines. Or when computers took up whole rooms to do calculations I'm pretty sure my laptop can do now. It even made me want to learn more math. What? (My high school math teacher surely just passed out.)

If you're interested in women and the early years of the space race, check out The Mercury 13 about the women who were also trained for space flight.

Happy weekend all. Lin-Manuel Miranda is headed back to the US as I type, proving it's going to be a wonderful day. :)