RIP Leonard Cohen

Well, shit. I was listening to his latest when I read the news. What an awful year.

I'm still marinating in my words. Doesn't help that work is so crazy (clusterfuck this morning, then a fascinating hour interviewing a job applicant I think is a Mary sue in the best way ever, like tv show of her life and she was downplaying it, then 5 hours in a meeting with isilon contractors that seriously bent my brain with info while simultaneously discovering another clusterfuck and figuring out how to resolve it. Tomorrow. And meeting, kinda, out new data science mission head) that I emerge feeling hungovermaybestilldrunk from it.

Which is a blessing in some ways. But my decompress swim is this mad jumble and I can't get a thread or cohere an idea and, boy that makes me consistently fast and no less riding the anxiety train and I can't figure out what to do next and can't execute.

So I think I need more time. Or alcohol.

And my dad is genuinely depressed cause of the election, and that worries me.

RIP Leonard Cohen.

no, no

I really need to build that wall around Sondheim.

this fucking year!

WikiPedia has a list of the names of the 2016 electors for every state. I'm considering writing a letter to every one of them begging them to elect Clinton because she won the popular vote, and they know Trump's a lunatic.

I really need to build that wall around Sondheim.

And make Broadway pay for it.

I'm having a hard time concentrating. I can do OK at work, I focus on putting one foot in front of the other; I focus on the fact that I am there to serve others. That gets me through. Please believe that I love you and care about you. But I can't seem to concentrate on reading and remembering....I'm sorry.

I think the Northern California site is wonky. The main ACLU site let me donate successfully.

Here's hoping they are getting too many donations for their system to handle!

At the Art Wine and Chocolate Fair, there was a booth for a local gym that teaches a sort of mixed martial arts and their big focus is on kids, kids who are bullied and kids who do the bullying, trying to reach both and teach them how to wield their power for good. They also offer free self-defense classes for women. I should get in touch with them, take a class, see what else i can do to support their work.

Leonard Cohen is more than I can process right now.

{{{WindSparrow}}}

Doing chem in school was already hard, but even harder now. Perhaps because she didn't know what to say, my prof didn't acknowledge the way the election turnout may have increased stress (my community college is largely Latino and Asian, many immigrants). I am happy to see online friends in teaching and librarianship are very sensitive that way and I admire them for it.

I'm trying to do hard-for-me STEM work, figure out how to get on my feet again now that a new regime has been added to the challenges, figure out how to fight off the depression I suffer before it robs me of my energy and hope at the time I most need it, and I'm also trying to strategize how I can carve out energy/time/resources to help others in some way. And, of course, worrying about my friends in various communities that this campaign targeted.

I was heartened by this tweetstorm relating a conversation with a co-worker that voted Trump that was reachable and wants to turn around now that she realizes the mistake she made. [link]