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Hello, Internets,

So, I use flickr, but only casually, and I've just discovered the limits of a free account. It tells me that $24.95 will get me a year of storage of unlimited stuff, which is nice; I'm looking to back up my photos somewhere, and have an easy way of sharing them with people.

My one thought about going with Picasa instead is that I have a Google phone, and when I take pictures, one of the easy sharing options is to post it to Picasa. This, needless to say, is far more convenient than emailing it to myself, then uploading it to Flickr.

However, I also note that while Picasa is free, the storage space allowable is only 1 gig. I have over 7 gigs in the 2006 folder of my iPhoto library.

Thoughts, Internets?
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Four years ago today, [livejournal.com profile] imlad and I walked into a blazing circle of loved ones and extended community and declared our undying devotion to one another in front of them and the gods. It was kind of an awesome event, the culmination of two and a half years of growing knowledge, love, and trial.









The times since then haven't always been easy. Other loves in our lives have come and gone. We've moved house twice, struggled with our careers, and had periods of closeness alternating with periods of distance.

In other words, we started a marriage.

On this day, though I'm stuck in New York doing my training, I couldn't be happier to declare again to the world how much I love this beautiful, fragile, strong, maddening, brilliant man. And we'll be doing the celebrating when I get back, on Sunday, at the place where he proposed to me.

And I plan to continue doing so, for many years to come.

Happy anniversary, [livejournal.com profile] imlad, my love.
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Coming up: the second and final weekend of 2010: Our Hideous Future: The Musical! See awesome special effects created with green gels and tin foil! Witness a fake-Matrix fight! See every sci-fi trope you know (and some you don't) mocked with love! See what's happened to my arms from many weeks of working out!!

Thursday night is half price; click this link to get 'em, or here for Friday or Saturday. Friday night's performance includes a canned foods drive for the Greater Boston Food Bank, and ticket proceeds go to Equality Now.

Evidence of opening weekend is in this amazing Flickr set, and this awesome Facebook album. Please to enjoy.

Some favorites after the jump. )
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Post-breakfast love:

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[livejournal.com profile] imlad and I spent a week in Austin, TX, with [livejournal.com profile] faerywolf's Feri workshops as a centerpiece. But it was also a true vacation, and an experience I'd only previously had as a 3-day blitz during the Nebula Awards.

I should probably start by saying that it was 100 degrees, at least, every goddamn day. This was my fault, of course, for visiting East Texas in June, though the proprietress of Ancient Mysteries told us that the weather had come early, and usually it's ten degrees cooler around this time. Thanks, Texas, for knowing I was coming. Heatstroke, anyone?

Luckily, I've been to Burning Man a couple of times, and know to carry water around with me and drink it even when I don't feel thirsty. Even luckilyer, just about everything is air conditioned down there. I mostly only had to handle the heat between the house and the car and between the car and wherever we were going.

Besides the workshop and some other personal magical work we did, which was all super-intense, we did what one generally does in Austin: ate tex-mex and barbecue, drank margaritas and beer, hung out with cool people, listened to amazing live music, and went to the Botanical Gardens. Oh, and ogled the ubiquitous scorching-hot waitstaff. Ngarrgh.

For further evidence of our trip (but sadly, not of the hot waitstaff), clicky. (I cut because I care.) )
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I'm extremely proud of this show, and everyone involved in it. Please, if you have a chance, do come out. Three more performances - tonight, tomorrow and Saturday!

Details here:
http://www.theatreatfirst.org/shows/winters_tale/winters_tale.shtml

[Bad username or site: coraline. @ livejournal.com]

Jason Merrill as Leontes:


Ari Herbstman as Autolycus:


Leslie Drescher as Hermione:


Isaac Richman as Mamillius:


Kasey Collins and Andy Lebrun as Perdita and Florizel:
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It's opening night of The Winter's Tale at Theatre @ First!

Of course I'm totally excited about this. But also...

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Actually, I suppose that's just another way of being excited.

In any case, though, it's happening. And it looks beautiful. I mean, look:





(Images courtesy of ccmia)

*big breath of calm*

I hope you'll join us.
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Dear Livejournal,

Say I had a bunch of picture files. Say I wanted to take a bunch of them at a time and shrink them from, say, 1-2 MB apiece to 50-100K apiece.

What would be a relatively fast and painless way to do this, on a Mac?
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So one day recently I was sitting at my computer when some HUGE flying insect buzzed with a helicopterish sound from out my skylight and then promptly disappeared. I found it, later, crawling lazily along one of my wires. It's not actually that huge; it's about an inch long, and not very fast. Nor have I ever since seen it fly. I had no IDEA what it was, and up until then, had never seen one before.

Today, while putting plastic on my bedroom windows, I found another one. And I caught heem.

Note: I couldn't get a very good picture. He's kinda brown-speckled, and his back legs are like a cricket's or grasshopper's, kinda. But he hasn't made any chirping noises, and he's smaller than a cricket. I think.



Confused, am I.



[Poll #921955]

EDITED TO ADD: It's a Western Conifer Seed Bug! Thanks, frobz and all. I have taken him from his Gorgonzola container with the holes poked in the top and placed him outside near a pine tree. Hopefully he will bury himself; more likely he will die, or find his way back into the house, so I can put him outside again. :)
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At long last, pictures from the wedding, taken by the inestimable [livejournal.com profile] mmayhem, are here:

http://pics.livejournal.com/dietrich/gallery/00001wz4

Enjoy, and let me know if you want any of them bigger!
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It's been over three weeks, and it's probably time for me to post about the wedding, before the events lose all of their freshness, before I forget a day that was, all cliches aside, the happiest of my life to date.

I should probably begin, in typical narrative fashion, with all of the things that went wrong leading up to it. Everyone talks about how all weddings are just small disasters that somehow come together in the end, and I'd gone into the wedding pretty much viewing it as a huge show I was opening on October 7. I've acted, directed, stage and assistant stage managed, costume designed, and participated in just about every aspect of theatre production, and I know what it's like to put on a show. My favorite thing in the wonderful film Shakespeare in Love is the theatre manager's continued insistence that when everything finally comes together, "It's a mystery." I know only too well the truth of this: pretty much every show I've worked on has been hanging by a thread a week before opening, with everyone stressed to their limits and mortified that it's going to be a total disaster.

This production was no exception; in fact, it was probably the worst I've experienced in this regard. Add to it that fact that along with [livejournal.com profile] imlad, I was acting as producer, director, and lead actress, and it would be difficult for my stress level to be higher. I don't want to dwell on the negative, but to give a sample, I'll cite just a few of the events of Friday, the day before the wedding:

1. I was still waiting for the FedEx truck to bring the final pieces of everybody's clothing from Colorado.
2. When [livejournal.com profile] imlad picked the programs up from the printers, all of the pages were in the wrong order.
3. I picked up my dress, which had been worked on very quickly and thoroughly, that morning, then went across the street to find a dress that would fit [livejournal.com profile] entrope and match the color scheme.
4. Given all of that, we did not arrive on site until well into the dark hours of the evening, when we had intended to arrive around 2pm.

Add to this that my ring was not delivered until the Wednesday before (they broke it twice trying to make it), the store that was supposed to order the clothes [livejournal.com profile] imlad was going to wear never bothered to do it, the linens cost more than twice what I was quoted and my dear friend who was going to do my hair and makeup got food poisoning the morning of the wedding day, and by the time of the ceremony, I was nothing but a huge ball of walking nerves.

Huge, I tell you.

But in the midst of this, there was [livejournal.com profile] zzbottom, who bought food for Friday night's barbecue and acted as head chef, then, along with his girlfriend, set all the tables on Saturday morning. There was [livejournal.com profile] macthud, who loomed in that incredibly calming way he has and lisped at me to make me laugh and feel like a princess. There was [livejournal.com profile] wurmwyd, who was ready to do anything needed, and also did a spectacular job looking after my mother. There was [livejournal.com profile] imvfd, who just took care of all kinds of things almost invisibly. There were the silk monkeys who showed up and provided the most spectacular show and equipment for people - it added so much. There were my official officiants, [livejournal.com profile] redheadedmuse and [livejournal.com profile] _cazador, and the wonderful addition, [livejournal.com profile] queenofhalves, who made everything happen, ceremony-wise, without me having to think about it. There were all the attendants, who did everything imaginable to keep me sane. There was [livejournal.com profile] shu_al, who did more than I thought possible to keep the entire operation running. And [livejournal.com profile] sunspiral, guiding the crowd with his fine heraldic presence, and [livejournal.com profile] jirikido, moving silently and making things happen. So many people to thank that I can only begin here, and hope that I can include everyone by the end of this already lengthy post.

And then, there was the wedding.

At 2pm on Saturday, October 7, the stated start time of the ceremony, I was sitting in a chair in the bathroom of the Lodge, having my hair done. Darling D showed up, looking pale, and while I had to take care of my makeup myself, she managed a quick and magnificent 'do incorporating [livejournal.com profile] ayalanya's magnificent headpiece. We were running late, just to add to the stress, but as I watched myself in the mirror and fretted, the vision I had had of myself as bride began, at last, to come together. Quite suddenly I felt that I looked almost perfect, and as that moment of rightness washed over me, I had a chance to get nervous. I had been so consumed up until that point with the concern that everything wouldn't happen properly that I hadn't had a chance to reflect on what I was about to do.

And so, I breathed.

D left for the audience, and I walked out of the bathroom. [livejournal.com profile] shu_al's husband was standing there, waiting to give the signal. It was about 20 minutes past 2.

I looked out the door into the field and saw the circle of chairs. I saw the attendants waiting with their elemental representations. I saw [livejournal.com profile] imlad, my love, standing at one far corner, his anachronistic finery waving in the wind.

And in the center of the circle, my friends were dancing.

The drummers, who were there to raise energy and accompany the firespinners, had begun playing. [livejournal.com profile] regyt was spinning bright gold flags. [livejournal.com profile] water_childe, [livejournal.com profile] danceboy and [livejournal.com profile] dreams_of_wings, among others, were dancing in the circle. As I looked, [livejournal.com profile] dreams_of_wings was being lifted into the sunlight to the sound of drums and spontaneous singing.

In that moment, and in every moment after that and since, I could not have been more moved, grateful, and thrilled to be a part of the community that was there around me. Their love, their joy, their effort, their participatory spirit would not even allow them to be bored waiting for a late ceremony to start: they found a way to begin celebrating right away. In that moment, I knew that everything was going to be perfect. And I wished, as I did many other times that day, that the rest of my family were there.

The message was conveyed and the circle grew silent as people returned to their seats and waited for the ceremony to begin. I propped the door slightly so that I could hear the choir sing. They broke beautifully into Delius' "To Be Sung of a Summer Night on the Water," a wordless expression of ethereal pastoral joy, as the officiants cast. It was a mighty circle they made: I could feel it from where I was.

Then, a moment of silence before the processional. The choir sang "The Heart's Cry," and the attendants, with their elements, processed from the four directions, one pair at a time. The piece ended, and [livejournal.com profile] imlad and I ended up entering the circle in the small space of silence that followed: it seemed somehow appropriate. As I approached the edge of the circle, shaking, grinning my face off, trying not to cry, holding my grandfather's letter that he wrote to my grandmother from the Air Force when my mother was born, [livejournal.com profile] imvfd stood up, and the whole crowd followed. Joy burst in me. I approached the altar, and took [livejournal.com profile] imlad's hand.

[livejournal.com profile] danceboy, invoking the Fey, leapt and flipped and pinched me and kissed the groom and broke the solemnity of the moment in exactly the way we hoped he would, and the spell was not broken but intensified.

[livejournal.com profile] redheadedmuse's invocation of the Star Goddess was one of the most powerful magical things I have felt; I'm sure the choir's haunting, quiet chant of "You Who Open the Vault of Heaven" helped. [livejournal.com profile] _cazador invoked the Boatman, and the usual heavy, dark, forbidding and loving presence entered our midst. And we were ready to do the work.

My lovely bridesmaids. The handsome groomsmen. They stepped forward one by one and offered such beautiful blessings and readings that I was overwhelmed. I was so happy to be able to involve them in a way that was more than simple witnessing, and I don't think I imagined what beauty they would bring.

We accepted the Boatman's challenge, and drew two cards, whose meaning we have still to divine.

Then came the charging of the rings. We wanted to involve everyone in this process, and so [livejournal.com profile] queenofhalves taught the chant, and encouraged everyone who felt called to to join in with the choir in singing, and to dance, too, if they wished.

The chant began. The drums started. And then, everyone started to stand up.

The spiral dance that [livejournal.com profile] redheadedmuse had wanted somewhere in our ceremony happened spontaneously, joyously, beautifully, and in lieu of a receiving line, I got a chance to look into the eyes of nearly everyone at the wedding as they passed, as we spiraled toward the center and out again, as we raised our voices and our bodies toward sending good vibes toward those wedding bands. I could hardly believe that it happened as it did; I'm still marveling at the pictures. I'm still marveling, too, at [livejournal.com profile] bbbsg, whom a guest I did not know drew into the dance in her wheelchair. I think I almost shouted as she passed in the spiral, dancing with the rest of us, smiling in wonder.

Finally, we read our vows. We decided to write one short text and have both of us read it, changing only the names and husband/wife designations. [livejournal.com profile] imlad got through it solemnly, with a kind of choked up grace. I got to the end before I broke and said the last words, "and maintain a constancy of the highest devotion for as long as I live," in a sobbing cadence, then laughed as I couldn't get the ring on his finger. [livejournal.com profile] redheadedmuse bound our hands and pronounced us married, we kissed the way you do, and the choir sang [livejournal.com profile] sen_no_ongakyu's incredible new piece. Then, drumming by [livejournal.com profile] _cazador, [livejournal.com profile] macthud, [livejournal.com profile] greendalek and the aforementioned composer, with firespinning by [livejournal.com profile] regyt and [livejournal.com profile] buxom_bey, during which everyone sat silently and watched, though they were encouraged to join in dancing.

At the end, though, applause and cheering broke out, the wedding party escaped to photographs, and our guests started the party without us.

Pictures and a few minutes at the Lodge after the photographs tell me that a veritable circus took place there before dinner: silks trapezing, hula-hooping, contact improv dancing, labyrinth-walking ([livejournal.com profile] pheromone actually brought a portable labyrinth!), sangria-drinking (thank you, [livejournal.com profile] tisana!) and munching happened simultaneously.

Dinner was a blur of hellos and hugs and tears and love and excellent food (which [livejournal.com profile] imlad and I wisely enjoyed before everyone else came in to dinner), provided by [livejournal.com profile] deadwinter, [livejournal.com profile] fanw, [livejournal.com profile] doze_e_fish, [livejournal.com profile] rosif3r, and non-LJ Andi. The hall looked lovely (thanks ever, [livejournal.com profile] lifecollage and [livejournal.com profile] doeeyedbunny, who couldn't be there, for the favors, and [livejournal.com profile] rule30 for the decor help), the wine flowed, people stuck leaf-shaped confetti to their foreheads, the music rocked (thank you, Nutz and Dex!), and, strangely, everything went according to plan, only better.

The night wore on, the cake was cut, people started to leave, and then everyone carried the candles from the tables back up to the Lodge. There was a bonfire, more dancing, psytrance, and mostly low-key merriment well into the night, and I felt over and over again rocked in the arms of my loving community.

I want to make a couple of things clear before I end this far-too-long chronicle.

One: if you haven't been directly named here, it is oversight and not ingratitude. Oh, how I love, and how I endlessly thank, every one of you that was there that day.

Two: I don't think I ever fully realized, until that day, the extent of this community's love, support, and commitment to me, to [livejournal.com profile] imlad, and to our union. I don't know if I'll ever stop being profoundly moved by all of you, and by how I felt that day, seeing the way you all made everything happen. There's a part of me, that childish part that's still the little girl nobody is friends with, who still can never quite believe that so many amazing people could ever be more to her than casual acquaintances - or, on worse days, that they're not thinking or saying bad things about her when she's not around. If I'm ever cold or distant, or quiet, if I ever disappear for a time, if I ever seem difficult to reach or hard to be close to, that's why.

And for the first time, at this event, I felt the full force of how much you all care for me, and us, and for each other, and the totality. I felt open to love of all varieties and levels in a way I never had before. I felt, if this makes any sense at all, that the event itself was a vindication of everything I've wanted my life to be: you all made it possible, and made it real. And I didn't shy away from anyone, because I knew you were all here for us, and I could finally feel, without doubts and insecurities, the full measure of your love.

Thank you, thank you, thank you for that, forever.

And for those of you who were invited and couldn't be there: we missed you. We love you. And thank you.

And go here for some pictures (thank you, [livejournal.com profile] mangosteen, [livejournal.com profile] rule30, and [livejournal.com profile] queenofhalves!):
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[livejournal.com profile] greendalek has just made my life so much more gleeful.
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I'm building some galleries for a website. Is there an easy way to:

1. Take a bunch of images that you want in a gallery and make them all thumbnail-sized

2. Make those thumbnails clickable so they open a larger image

3. Make a gallery with little arrows so a person can click from one image to the next

4. Create a slideshow in Dreamweaver that does #3 by itself

Thankye!
kitchen_kink: (bookish)
This is the most bookish icon I could find of me.

There isn't a single picture of me reading a book, though I spend a great deal of my waking hours doing so.

If my photo album were a reflection of my life, I would be seen as someone who dresses up in a lot of costumes, goes to a lot of exotic places, and has a lot of parties.

What does your photo album say?

Memeage.

Sep. 21st, 2004 11:52 pm
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From [livejournal.com profile] moominmolly:

Go to Google Image Search and enter a word or two words that remind you of me. Then select a picture from the first page or two of hits and post it as a comment.

(See the insanity here.)

Whee!!

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