#acodetojoy

update your lists, y’all.

acodetojoy is now logicandgrace

after months of quiet contemplation/procrastination, I’ve finally changed my Tumblr URL. i think it’s fitting to do this as I enter my 3rd decade (lol, I sound so old, I’m just 20, aah).

i think this one just fits me much better than my old one. 

Baisemain—a kiss on the hand.

After the third frustrated cry and crumpled sheaf of parchment that ends up at her lord husband’s feet, Zinat puts aside her book. Enough, she says, crossing to his side and plucking the stylus from his fingers. You will crack your cheeks with sighing.

I must write this missive tonight, Zinat, Boromir says, pinching the bridge of his nose—a sure sign that the ache behind his eyes has returned. He will not sleep well tonight, she knows, and tomorrow he must be up at dawn for council.

So Zinat places herself in his lap. (His sound of soft surprise makes her smile as she reaches for some clean parchments.)

Tell me what you wish to say, she instructs, dipping the pen in ink. She is not as well practiced in Westron as Sindarin or Haradi, but her hand cannot be worse than Boromir’s scratching. Come. Just speak to me as though I were—who is the letter to?

The Prince of Lossarnach, Boromir murmurs, twining his arms around her waist and laying his cheek against her shoulder. He is very warm, and Zinat can feel her cheeks heat as his thumb strokes the curve of her hip through her jagulfi. But I cannot find the words with which to address him.

Speak them to me, then.

He is stumbling at first, but her husband is not so clumsy with words as he thinks. (A little formal, sometimes, and overwrought when he becomes emotional, but Zinat’s imperial father cannot write more than his name. There are worse fates than bombast.) She fills three parchments with words before she shakes sandrac across the valediction: Ever in your fellowship, Boromir Ithilien.

She can feel Boromir breathing, deep and even at her back. She thinks he shut his eyes some time ago, after he stopped playing with her hair. But his arms are still warm around her waist. There, she says softly, setting down the last page. She massages her writing hand, flexing her stiff fingers. That was not so difficult. But it has grown late, my lord, and I must retire.

She slips from his arms, but as she steps away, Boromir suddenly reaches up and catches her wrist. My lord…?

He brings it to his lips, kissing the palm, and then her ink-stained fingers. My lady wife, he says in a sigh. What did I do before your coming?

Yesterday, I didn't speak to a single woman until after 8:30pm. I had left campus to get cosplay and blanket making supplies and had to ask some very specific questions. By chance the people at the counters were women.

Does that count as interaction? We spoke only for a couple of seconds, a minute maximum.

The day before, I didn't speak to a single woman. I saw a woman, several women speak on television, and heard one on the radio.

Does that count as interaction?

Today, I have class with my only woman professor. She teaches a study class, and we discuss things. Today I will have extended interaction with a woman- we might even have a conversation!

Tomorrow I will speak to some women after all my all male classes are done. I will go to the fibre arts club and crochet and talk and have a good time. The club is half male, but that's okay, there are more ladies there than in all my classes combined.

The day after that, I work in a tech lab doing research. There's nobody to talk to there. The weekend, I don't go out. I have work to do.

I am the only women student in three of my four classes. Before I transferred from engineering to tech, I was one of two women in my class.

It's lonely.

I am genderqeer. Besides my significant other (who isn't in my classes), there are no other people who appear to be genderqueer in my classes. I have a queer friend and I haven't spoken to them in nearly a year because we are super busy.

Hell to the yes. But you need to connect it with some type of automated machinery that delivers said clothes to you or, at minimum, knows if the clothes are located in your room or in the laundry room. Perhaps teeny GPS units…

You know what? This is actually very possible. I work/research/squee at awesome things in an extremely supportive lab group on campus, so building really tiny GPS units would be a cool project.


I guess the best thing to do would be to start learning C so you can understand the basics since you’re relatively new. 

I highly recommend the book, The C Programming Language by Kernighan and Richie. You can check it out at your local library or order it online. This book has a lot of examples of using C in multiple settings. Then, you’ll be able to move on to side projects and reference the book if need be. Practice makes perfect. I’ve also heard that starting with Python is also a good introduction to programming languages. Look at other people’s code and figure out how and why they would write it that way.

Also, find something you’re interested in that’s related to programming to motivate you to learn more. For example, I love playing video games and animation, so that encouraged me to learn more about using programs like Maya and coding simple games via PyGame.

If you have a specific question about a problem you may run into, stackoverflow.com is a great resource as well.

On the sidebar of this blog there's also some links to free tutorials for different languages.