bloodyrosemccoy: (Word)
You guys.

THIS. THIS IS MY LIFE.

For one thing, ugly voices are why I can't listen to Led Zeppelin (although fortunately for my longstanding crush on her, Madeline Kahn's voice is a nice light peach to me). For another, yes, I HAVE had that problem with folders. At Dad's office the patients charts were color-coded by the letter of their last name, and it goes without saying EVERY. SINGLE. LETTER. was the wrong color. I actually did screw it up from time to time.*

For a third thing, their #1 on the list made me laugh WAY too hard. You people and your grey,** lifeless world. I'm so sorry.

So, yeah, synesthesia is pretty crazy. And these guys don't even get into the ordinal linguistic personification. That stuff is WHACK, man. I sometimes wonder if linguistic gender stemmed from the fact that some damn synesthete somewhere just fuckin' KNEW their table was a girl and their oven was a dude. Yet another mystery for the scientists to mess with.


*Though for some reason "S" and "W" gave me the most trouble. They were the ones I got wrong most often. And I mixed up "G" and "H" a lot for some reason, because one folder was pink and the other was lilac when IN ACTUALITY both of them are different shades of impossible orange. I guess their similarity in my head made it hard to convert the RIGHT shade of impossible orange.

**Fun Fact I spell it "grey" not because I am pompous (well, that, too) but because the letter A is bright candy pink and E is a sort of sage-green-grey, and therefore E is more suited for the word.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Flamingo With A Yo-Yo)
Watchin' Fantasia again. Ah, this brings back memories. For example, the memory that while I was totally cool with the Satanic orgy from Night on Bald Mountain, with the giant demon-mountain casually tormenting his misshapen subjects, I was absolutely terrorized by one shot of the unstoppable broom army from The Sorcerer's Apprentice.

I also remember being absolutely bored senseless by Deems Taylor's intros to each piece, so much so that I always fast-forwarded them.* Which means that I was unaware just how darn uncomfortable Mr. Radio there was in front of a camera. Poor dope has no idea what to do when we can see him.

Anyway, yeah, there was definitely a synesthete working on the Toccata and Fugue in D short. I know there's been some question about whether it was deliberate or not, but good GRIEF, it looks an awful lot like what would happen if you tried to animate the Synesthesia Dimension. I have this image of Disney and Co. struggling to describe what they wanted in the abstract piece, and some synesthetic animator going, "So, just draw what it looks like, then. Gotcha, Diz. I'm on it." Not quite the same level of research put into the dinosaurs in the Rite of Spring,** but as scientifically fascinating in its own way.


*Which took dedication on our old-ass Betamax. We had no remote for it, and you had to actually hold down the fast-forward button. And the button didn't make it go forward any faster, but did distort the screen with interesting lines of static. Those were tough times.

**Yes, they look rather derpy and lumpy now, but hey, this was the 30s and 40s. It was totally SCIENCE! at the time.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Midna)
Those of you who’ve been around for a while probably know a bit about my wild subconscious: I have super-intense and detailed dreams, highly augmented by the Fukitol pills I take. Normally they’re sweeping crazy epic journeys, or prolonged anxiety dreams,* but they do like to step outside the box once in a while.

For instance, I recently dreamed that I was making pumpkin soup with ginger, allspice, and coconut milk. And I woke up and was all, “That doesn’t sound half bad.”**

So today I figured what the hell and tried to make a soup. I embellished a little—added nutmeg, garlic, onion, salt, a tiiiiny bit of sugar, and chicken stock to the mix, since the Great Pumpkin Prophecy lacked some spice.

And y’know what, it actually turned out goddamn delicious. Never let it be said my subconscious doesn’t know its way around a kitchen. Even a nonEuclidean one.

(It tasted particularly good with goat cheese crumbled in it, and yes, I got that idea from the Soup Dungeon in Twilight Princess. Which also raised another question: if I knew anything about the internet, then I could bet my pants that there was already a recipe out there for Yeto’s Superb Soup. So I set out into the wide Googlelands. Guess what? I get to keep my pants.)


*Not so many Ancient Egyptian Algebra tests at the moment; my anxiety at this point seems better represented by the kind of dream where the plane leaves five minutes ago and holy fuck you still have three houses’ worth of stuff to pack and every time you think you’ve got it all done you discover another pile of stuff still waiting.

**When I was a kid I was always completely amazed when a grownup would describe the ingredients in a particular meal and another grownup would say “That sounds delicious!” It was impossible for me to conceptualize how flavors went together until I’d actually tasted the finished foodthing—and then I only understood it as a gestalt particular to that foodthing. Took me years to get a sense of flavor enough to be able to say “Dang, you’re right, that DOES sound good!”

Ramblin'

Nov. 13th, 2011 07:44 pm
bloodyrosemccoy: (Old Spice Onna Horse)
I tellya, it's been a weird week--especially with this chestburster* acting up. Since the Light As A Feather, Stiff As A Board Scan results came back "fuck if we know," I am indeed going to a gastroenterologist next to see if they have a better idea. Till then, Waldo continues to restlessly chew on my liver.

---

OGYAFEland is my latest conlang project. And for once, I'm trying to make a language family by starting with the prototype language--which is way easier than starting with the modern language and going backwards. (Though I did manage to fake it pretty well with Rredŕa--I gave them a good earthy start, for aliens, and the Spacefuture Terms are often derivatives, compounds, or straight-up borrowings--you know, like languages do.) I've had a particular idea for a new language for some time now, and I'm excited to see if it works out.

Also, the morphophonemic system I'm working on means I can play with a really simple and completely superfluous method of word derivation using polyhedral dice. I could always sit down and just come up with words, but I've noticed that when I do that my synesthesia comes up with the same letters for specific meanings in each conlang, so that I usually wind up with some combination of p, n, r, and e for a word meaning "leaves" because those are the green letters, or the red/orange f, d, g, and o for fire words.** Randomizing it with the dice makes it easier to avoid that, and at this point, for this project, a word generator would not work.

Not to mention, I can finally justify buying polyhedral dice when I have never been a tabletop gamer. What? They're fun!

---

So one day in September I decided the hell with it, I should go to grad school, so I took the GRE.*** Somehow a bunch of grad schools found out about this, and dammit my inbox is flooded with academic spam invitations to various schools. At this point it's so obnoxious I am starting to seriously consider midwifery school again.

---

I was supposed to work yesterday. Unfortunately, somewhere between my house and the freeway, my front right tire went, and I quote, "splort." I am not car savvy, so I was in the turn lane for the freeway ramp trying to figure out why my car felt weird when a lady began honking wildly from a couple lanes over.

"Your tire is completely flat!" she yelled. "DON'T GET ON THE FREEWAY."

"That explains a lot," I said. "Thank you, good citizen!"

So instead of getting onto the ramp and therefore winding up with Car Problems On The Freeway, I pulled a U-turn and wound up with Car Problems In The High School Parking Lot--a much better option. I hung out there till Dad and a tiny AAA lady came to my rescue. Could've been a lot worse--although I am not looking forward to finding out how much new tires are going to cost.

---

The latest in Having A Body Is Weird: Did you know you can get charley horses in your eardrum? This time it was Mom who got to learn the hard way. Dude, having a body. It's weird.


*I named it Waldo. Although when I talk to it (who doesn't talk to their chestburster?), I generally address it as "you bastard."

**And don't get me started on how this this is related more to the letter than to the sound--that is a great source of irritation. On the other hand, synesthesia has its own ideas about what an onomatopoeia is, too--not just the colors, but the idea of what, say, a bottle sounds like in essence. It's not just similarly-colored things that wind up with false cognates across my disparate conlangs.

***My party trick is standardized tests. I have never needed to study for them and still have trouble remembering that other people do. This seems to really annoy people, but to be honest, for all their pomp and circumstance, standardized tests measure some very specific useless skills. I just happen to use the gravitas people assign them to my advantage.
bloodyrosemccoy: (ABCDEF Cookie Monster)
Yesterday at Dad’s Office I had to remake a patient chart. The patient’s last name began with a W, so in our filing system the chart was supposed to be blue. Turns out I had made the errant chart white.

… This may be the first time I’ve ever let my synesthesia colors take over our filing system colors. At least, the first time I noticed. But then, if the office refuses to file the correct colors for letters (we all know W is white, right?), I’m surprised I don’t do it more often.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Default)
What I Learned Since The Autumn Equinox

  • The song played at Bilbo’s birthday in Fellowship of the Ring has a name: “Flaming Red Hair”
  • The Sea Organ is a concrete construction on the beach in Zadar, Croatia, as a way to mitigate mess made on the coast during World War II. It’s got a resonance chamber under its marble steps and a Series Of Tubes. Thus, when the wind and the waves move through it, it makes music!
  • While I kew about the tragic story of Judith Barsi, the voice of Duckie in The Land Before Time, I did not know she had a marker saying “Yep, Yep, Yep!” That makes me feel slightly better.
  • There is a nifty food co-op in Salt Lake City!
  • The best kind of pie is cheese-and-mushroom.
  • Verjuice, an acidic juice made by pressing unripe green grapes, was a condiment widely used in the Middle Ages.
  • You no longer need assistance for red paint at those pottery-painting studios.
  • Anything is possible when you smell like a monster and know the word “on.”
  • My synesthesia still applies to music notation. Not to musical notes themselves, but to reading music—the notes are the same colors as their corresponding letters.
  • Wearing a wrist brace actually can make your whole arm feel better.
  • The Na’vi language nerds are doing double-time to catch up to the Klingon language nerds. Paul Frommer has a blog and a posse!
  • People have a tough time keeping promises when those promises go against obsessive thoughts.
  • The Australian sleepy lizard is monogamous, and will return to its mate every year for 20+ years. It will also hold several-day vigils if their mate dies.
  • When you drain blisters, you’re better off inserting the needle along the side.
  • Satin is evil when you’re sewing. There’s a reason it’s only one letter away from “Satan.”
  • Ringo Starr has a Christmas album!
  • It takes a while for agents to respond when they’re reading a sample chapter of your novel.  And the suspense is No Fun At All.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Librarians)
I am becoming known at Job as the aide who is really good at catching small errors. At least once a week I will find something like a book on CD with a mismatched bar code and jacket, or a book that belongs at another branch sitting on our shelves, a book on how to speak Spanish in the books-in-Spanish section,* or—most often—some error in the call number.

I’m not sure if this is good or bad, since you have to send the books in to our tech services to get them re-labeled when I find them.

“How the hell do you spot these things?” my coworker asked today, after I’d brought him another book with the wrong call number.

“It’s the colors,” I said without thinking.

“The what?”

Oh, dear. “Uh,” I said, “Synesthesia. I see the letters and numbers as colors. Like, this one with the wrong name—it was misshelved in the first place. It was in the M’s, which are white, and this call number has a C, which is scarlet, so it really stood out, and then the author’s name on the book starts with an E, and that’s green—definitely not a C.”

He stared at me for a minute, eyebrow raised. “So you see this row of white books, and if one is red …”

“It’s in the wrong spot.” I thought about it. “And I don’t have to be reading it consciously. The color is there even if I’m not focused on it, so I can see it out of the corner of my eye.”***

He considered this for a moment. “… Huh,” he finally said.

And then what I’d just said hit me fully in the face. “Oh, god,” I said, “do you know what this means?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“It means that nitpicking is my actual, honest-to-god mutant power!”

“Just don’t use it for evil,” he said.

“Too late. I’m already filling out the form for Tech Services.”

So now I’m the Mutant Error-Spotter with this crowd. I just hope they don’t blow my identity to the tech folks. If I’m not back in the next few days, assume a secret cabal of angry cataloguers got me.


*This seems to be a complete mystery to all the other librarians. I’ll find Spanish for Dummies sitting amongst books like La Cocina Mexicana and Cómo seducir a las mujeres.** I always assume that the books that are written in English that tell you about Spanish go in the English section. If it’s in the Spanish section, we’re going to assume that you already know Spanish.

**Yes, really. It’s a terribly battered book, and it gets pulled off the shelf all the time.

***It was cool to realize this, because I am Not Making This Up. You still process letters and numbers even if you aren’t actively “reading” them, or even looking straight at them. They proved this! Using science!
bloodyrosemccoy: Panel from The Killing Joke: the Joker clutching his head and laughing maniacally (Ha)
“No, but seriously, if you had a sense of smell, what color would my aura be?”

Today’s quote brought to you by a discussion of some of the crazier theories of synesthesia. It almost made sense in context, I swear.

Frog Music

Dec. 23rd, 2009 03:51 pm
bloodyrosemccoy: (Fisheye Gaston)
God dammit, I can’t get The Princess And The Frog’s soundtrack out of my head.

I think it’s Tiana’s voice. I can take or leave Naveen, but Tiana—Anika Noni Rose—has a fantastic voice. And more to the point, she has one of those rare voices that my synesthesia has decided is multicolored, and it’s fascinating. Every time she sings I see purple—but it’s bordered. On the top is a big blue stripe, and on the bottom is a big red stripe, and between each of those stripes and the purple is a small strip of brown.

It’s hard not to be totally intrigued by this.

Anyway, as long as I’m on the subject, I’ve been talking with some people about how Facilier is not a very memorable villain, and I’ve been trying to figure out why, besides the fact that his song kinda peters out in the middle. [livejournal.com profile] chibicharibdys made a good point—he’s a bit all over the place, and doesn’t have a clearly stated goal until much later. I realized she’s right—all the really interesting Disney villains gave you a simple plan to root against. Hell, even Gaston, whose goal is not so much “I will rule the world” as “I will rule Carl Belle to feed my ego, destroying anything that gets in my way,” was pretty straightforward, and thus memorable.*

Facilier, however, seemed not to have thought his plan out very well, and so it wound up looking like:

1. Voodoo
2. ????
3. PROFIT!

Which is a little disappointing, because he was such a cool design. He coulda been a lot of fun.**

At least I got those shadows. That will make me happy forever.


*And also, I realized, rather alarmingly realistic.

**And for those of you worried that he was particularly scary for little kids, might I remind you that the first Disney movie I ever saw in theaters was the one with the giant too-forward octopus woman turning merfolk into barnacles, trying to take over the ocean and then getting STABBED BY A BOAT. After which she has death throes in which she TEARS HERSELF APART, and bits and pieces of her rain down upon the magical undersea kingdom while the merfolk celebrate their newfound non-barnacle status. Also, I hid from the Pink Elephants. Disney scaring small children is nothing new.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Icon Doctor)
Finally picked up A Mango-Shaped Space by Wendy Mass—[livejournal.com profile] queenlyzard recommended it to me some time back as a YA novel about synesthesia, something I might, for obvious reasons,want to take a look at . I kept forgetting to look for it, but when I came across it while shelving books the other day, I seized it.

And, as with any book that portrays an experience that I can share, I have opinions. Starting with the cover.

I love this cover. I have never seen a book cover that was so surprisingly accurate and so infuriatingly wrong at the same time.

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I’m not talking about the cover art, which is not very interesting, but about the letters at the top. I don’t know if it’s apparent on this image, but each letter has not only a specific color, but also a texture. The g even has purple spots. This is actually pretty true to what goes on in a synesthete’s head—letters do indeed have color and texture.*

However … it’s still overwhelmingly wrong.

I mean, in what crazy mixed-up backwards upside-down bizarro universe is the letter a YELLOW?

Seriously. Everyone knows it’s bright pink.

Don’t even get me started on that m. Good god.

Anyway, while the book has a nice enough plot of standard tweenage Journey Of Self-Discovery, I must admit the portrayal of The Synesthesia Experience felt—well, overdone. Granted, I’m only comparing to my own experience, but it is strange to see its process be so dramatic. Unlike the main character in this book, I had no traumatic school experiences involving ridicule by classmates and angry parent-teacher conferences; no fleeting fear that I was crazy; no carrying it as a deep dark secret; no real way it inhibited my life. I just remember it always being there, and finding out through a very short conversation** (so unremarkable that I don’t remember who it was with) that I might be unique, and then not really worrying about it or even giving it a second thought. Then I found an article that named it, and I got rather interested in it for a while because hey, who wouldn’t be interested in their own newly-discovered mutant power? It never would have occurred to me that it was a stigma of any sort, or something to fear.

And the badge on the cover saying that this book won the ALA Schneider Family Book Award, which honors the “artistic expression of the disability experience,” is just bizarre. When the hell has synesthesia ever been a disability? I mean, yes, it’s unusual, and yes, for some it can be distracting, and yes, it can give you strong opinions about really weird things. And, yes, every once in a while somebody reacts with slight hostility when you explain what it is.

That, my friends, is not a disability. You can’t say, straightfaced, that synesthesia is anything like those real disabilities, the ones people really have to work around. A synesthete can’t tell someone with, say, severe ataxic cerebral palsy “Oh, yeah, I know exactly what you’re going through with your disability, with the falling down and the speech problems and the writing problems and the morons who think you aren’t intelligent and so forth. Why, just the other day I saw a poster with the letters all mixed up, and it was mildly irritating.”

Hell, I don’t think synesthesia even counts as a condition. It’s pretty much a sensory bonus.

*ahem* Sorry. Sometimes I get a little annoyed with that sort of thinking.

But there were some moments that rang wonderfully true. For a non-synesthete, the author gives some pretty spot-on descriptions of the main character’s extremely specific sensations for the colors of graphemes, and there’s one great bit when a the synesthesia specialist asks the main character how she pictures the calendar year, and she says “Just like everybody else” and then launches into a long confused description of the year as a Ferris wheel that goes counterclockwise and falls over and god knows what else. And the way she feels totally attached to it, like it’s an important part of her, is great.

Mostly my response to the book is one you get when someone else describes something you’ve experienced, too—you want to tell your version of it. And it will probably help at least a few kids recognize their own synesthesia. Likeable, but not my usual style.


*And also 3-D depth, lighting, highlights, gender, personality, and location in space, but that’s hard to render on a book cover. And it’s not always, mind. Just for some.

**“You ever notice how letters and numbers have color?”
“... No.”
“Oh. It must just be me then.”
bloodyrosemccoy: (Lobot!)
I wonder if Stephen Colbert ever fears the power of his flying monkey army. He certainly seemed awed with it this week.

See, his guests one day this week were Movits, this bonkers Swedish band consisting of four nerdy guys singing an unholy union of swing and hip-hop. Before they went on his show, they ranked something like 94,300 on Amazon’s sales ranking.

“They’re going to be surprised tomorrow,” I said.

My prediction was right. Two days later, they ranked 75.

Now that is power.

And I wish to pass it on, because holy goddamn, I have just discovered I LOVE THIS BAND. It’s like they’re attacking swing with backbeats. Or maybe attacking hip-hop with tom drums and syncopation. And at one point they attack both an oom-pahing tuba. You’re not sure whether to break dance or swing dance.

Yeah, they deserve the Colbert Bump. I have good luck with Swedish artists,* and this is no exception.


*I once explained to my sister that I like ABBA because my synesthesia is convinced their music is the auditory equivalent of a Lisa Frank picture—neon rainbows and glitter and sparkles and lots of pink and happy animals everywhere. She had to concede the point.

More Words

Jul. 15th, 2009 03:48 pm
bloodyrosemccoy: (Default)
[livejournal.com profile] agenttrojie gave me some more words a couple weeks or so ago. Here they are!

Garnet – I am fond of garnet for many reasons. Yes, I very much like the gem itself—the way it can look so much like a drop of faceted blood or a pomegranate seed* makes me really prefer it even to rubies. But after that, the rest of my reasons are markedly insane. In the miswired synesthetic synapses of my brain, the word “garnet” is the most onomatopoeic one ever seen, heard, felt, tasted, and just experienced. It sounds exactly like the gemstone looks—and more than that, it’s got a musical tone (two, actually), a taste, and a goddamn hand movement to go with it. It has never been topped for pure fused-senses goodness.

Malaria – Did you know that the Super Mario Bros. music can alleviate the symptoms of malaria? I discovered this in my host family’s house in Mombasa, while lying miserably on my mattress being extremely thankful for the quick response of the clinic’s medication and my host mother’s intelligence in dragging me to that clinic. Suddenly the familiar Mario music, the one that I am pretty sure is encoded into my DNA, wafted into my consciousness, and I sprang off the mattress and stomped out to find the kids crowded around their bootleg video game system. “Gimme that,” I said, taking the controller.

“You know Super Mario?” one said, wide-eyed.

“You kidding? This game’s as old as I am!”

And I totally forgot I had malaria for the rest of the evening.

Spore – One of the few PC games I’ve been into—sure, I like the Little Bit Of Everything game itself, but the real appeal is in being able to build the aliens and the buildings and spaceships inside my head. I just wish it wasn’t so cartoony.

Doll – Yeah, I’m the Crazy Doll Person. I could make a lot of in-depth psychological points about why dolls give me insight into myself; I could argue that they are exercises in character development; I could go on and on about my interest in their parallel with authors’ characters and the illusion of independent agency, but the simple truth is that they’re just so damn cute.

They also seem to be a focus for a lot of my craft projects. I'd never have learned to sew if Kuen didn't need clothes.

Space – Space. The Final Frontier. It’s … big, and full of cool, fascinating things, like pulsars and nebulae and swirling galaxies so big we can’t wrap our heads around them—and all of them look really great as desktops. Plus, someday we’re going to bust out into space and absolutely fuck shit up, and we’ll all have a great time, especially when we meet the aliens. I take it for granted that there are aliens somewhere else.

I like to write stories set in space because, while we know some key things about how space works, it’s big enough to accommodate as many fantastic worlds as we can come up with without having them proven wrong anytime soon. It’s a giant sandbox, where you can study real science and speculate with dreams. And, of course, in a very vast sense, it's where we live.


*Which actually gives us the name “garnet.” The more you know!
bloodyrosemccoy: Beast from X-Men at the computer, grinning wickedly (Beastly)
All right, all right! I’ll do the damn meme, Facebook. Yeesh. Pushy bastard.

25 Random Things About Me:

1. For me, some very strange words are intrinsically onomatopoeic—such as garnet, swelter, and bottle. It's an odd extra of the synesthesia, I guess.

2. I chose Kenya for study abroad because I was already studying Swahili. I was already studying Swahili because one day in high school I saw a book in the library that said Teach Yourself Swahili and I figured, why not? Life is just full of these little oddities.

3. I am a first degree black belt in tae kwon do. No, really. No, really.

4. When I was in elementary school I spent every single recess from third through fifth grade meandering around in circles on the school’s crummy little track. I was dreaming up story ideas. I never realized how weird this was. (In sixth grade I discovered that I could do odd jobs in the library at recess.)

5. I started conlanging for real at the age of 12 or 13 when I included a sentence in “Yoshese” in a Super Mario story I was writing. I believe the sentence was “They don’t call him ‘Fireball’ for nothing!”

6. When I was ten, I struck up a long-lasting friendship with a children’s book author because of my name.

7. At one point in my house we had three cats, a budgie, a rabbit, and intermittent frogs and goldfish.

8. According to my mom, I have a defective imaginary audience—that chorus of people we think is watching our every move and judging us. Mine rarely shows up, and when it does it’s after the fact. It makes me immune to self-consciousness most of the time, but it also puts people off.

9. Between the ages of about four and seventeen, I was the Human VCR. I could recite or sing almost everything you told me after hearing it once, and I can still recite everything I learned back then. This includes the entirety of “Yakko’s World,” Rockapella’s “Capital,” and songs I didn’t understand—I learned “Cielito Lindo” from a Speedy Gonzales cartoon, and could sing a song in French. The trick was to memorize the sounds, not the words themselves. Either normal brain development or antidepressants robbed me of the ability.

10. Kermit the Frog was my first crush. (I was four.)

11. I have skinny-dipped at night in a phosphorescent ocean.

12. My hip still sports a big old scar from the great rollover car crash I was in when I was six. I got out of my seatbelt for ten seconds to reach for some markers on our cross-country trip, and of course those ten seconds were the ones we crashed in. I was thrown from the car so violently that I blew the back doors open; I apparently skidded to a halt and shredded my right side. I woke up in a thorn bush and for the next six months was picking thorns and broken glass out of my scalp. But all my abrasions were superficial, and I didn’t even break any bones.

13. I used to play the stand-up bass in orchestra and jazz band in school. That got me involved in all sorts of crazy capers.

14. I am a tea snob and can tell you the correct temperature and brewing time for white, red, green, black, and herbal teas. People laugh at me until they realize that the tea I make tastes a helluva lot better because it’s done right.

15. I once threatened to steal Penn Jillette’s ponytail, until he pointed out there was no way I could reach it with our height discrepancy. I still plan to steal his house someday, though.

16. My birthday is International Talk Like A Pirate Day.

17. I’ve had malaria.

18. I have a huge crush on Dr. Henry McCoy from X-Men. My friend drew several comics in which she and I hounded him the way Twilight fans hound Robert Pattinson, although to my knowledge Twifans have not, so far, given the object of their affections a bubblebath in a big washpan in the front yard.

19. For years I had a “Padawan braid” at my left temple while I kept the rest of my hair short. People knew me as “the girl with the braid.”

20. Until I was 19, I had never seen an episode of Star Trek. Then Liz, my best friend in college, introduced me to it. Blame her.

21. Liz and I also started CSI Night our first year in college, which remained a weekly party over the next four years. Sometimes we actually even watched CSI.

22. I collect mermaids.

23. I know how to cast a piece of jewelry using the lost wax process.

24. I have had a theme song since before I was born, courtesy of my mom, who would put headphones on her pregnant stomach while she worked and pump in Annie Lennox’s “There Must Be An Angel (Playing With My Heart).” According to her, I could recognize that song long before I noticed any other music.

25. I once got to be in the OR to watch a brain surgery. I was really enjoying it right up until I passed out.


Most of you with Facebook accounts have probably already been tagged 25 times, but if not consider yourself tagged. I like random facts about people!
bloodyrosemccoy: (Padparadscha)
In regard to the last post on Martian colors, check this out: [livejournal.com profile] pixel39 and [livejournal.com profile] biomekanic say that some humans are tetrachromats already! Yes, some people can see more shades of color than the rest of us!

I'm not sure if I qualify—I see a spectacular range of color, and I don't have much to go on. But I've got a couple reasons to suspect I'm not a superpowered color-distinguisher:

Reason #1: My synesthetic senses do perceive colors with such subtle differences that they are difficult to duplicate in reality. I mentioned trying to think up new colors, yes, but I didn't count these because they don't seem like new colors—just odd combinations of normal colors. And I have never actually seen these combinations outside my head—rather like the colorblind* synesthete whose synesthesia perceived "Martian colors" he'd never actually seen. Suggests to me that I never see these colors because I lack the equipment.

Reason #2: Look what I can do I unrepentantly love Lisa Frank. And I'm pretty sure the cover of the notebook I bought yesterday would kill a tetrachromat dead.


*Not sure which kind of colorblind.
bloodyrosemccoy: (SCIENCE)
Been seeing this around on people’s posts: Scientists Extract Images Directly From Brain!

Dude!

And they haven’t quite gotten color yet, but I am starting to wonder what synesthesia would look like on there. Would it show up in the images? Would the images themselves be different? What about if you’re picturing something without looking at it, like a tropical beach or your best friend or Thursday? Now I’m all intrigued.

I have a science icon from somewhere (anyone know whose? I feel like a thief). Now I just need a PG science icon …
bloodyrosemccoy: Beast from X-Men at the computer, grinning wickedly (Beastly)

Sitting in the second row at the symphony listening to a stellar orchestra produce a velvety billow of music,* with magnificent cadences and brilliant cohesion—and having nothing in my head but cuddly G-rated slash scenes involving the very flail-oriented conductor and the cute young soloist.

 

I couldn’t help it! The conductor had the fluffiest fauxhawk I’ve ever seen! And he winked at the soloist between movements! Winked! No jury would convict me, dammit!

 

 

*I’d never heard Sibelius before.  The program noted that “Dark, somber colors predominate” in this Concerto For Violin In D Minor, Op. 47, to which I indignantly replied, “Are you kidding?  That’s the yellowest concerto I’ve ever heard!” Usually string music takes on the burgundy of the lower strings for me, but this one was inescapably the color of white wine.

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Particularly Preposterous Packaging Day
Professional Speakers Day
National Day (Cote D'Ivoire)
 
A quote from near the end of Kim Stanley Robinson’s Blue Mars that rather puzzled me, as they talk about people with eidetic memory:
 
“Yes,” Ursula said. “He was less of a freak than some of the others.  The so-called calendar calculators, or the ones who can recall visual images presented to them in great detail—they’re often impaired in other parts of their lives.”
 
Marina nodded. “Like the Latvians Shereskevskii and the man known as V.P., who remembered truly huge quantities of random fact, in tests and in general.  But both of them experience synesthesia.”
 
Huh. That’s all the characters say on that subject; they don’t even indulge in a line of exposition to tell each other what synesthesia is.* But they clearly imply that it somehow gets in the way of normal functioning.
 
Which is odd. I can’t remember a time that synesthesia has actually impaired my functioning—the worst I get is when I’m irritated that letters on signs or bulletin boards are the wrong color. Other than that, it’s either completely neutral to my life—just something I do automatically—or it makes it more interesting. It’s even a handy mnemonic device—I can remember things by their color, or personality, or where they are in the Synesthesia Dimension, and I think it’s one of the reasons I spent so many years as the Human VCR. I’ve heard that some people actually see the things outside of their minds, but really for me it’s not even a nuisance.**
 
Of course, this is from someone who had the following conversation earlier this evening:
妹: I’m having a bit of trouble remembering things today.
DAD: (cheerful) Are you suffering dementia?  What month is it?
妹: (playful) Purple!
AMELIA: No way! Purple was last month! (points) It’s right over there!
妹: …
DAD: …
妹: You really mean it, don’t you?
AMELIA: Yup. We’re in the middle of scarlet-orange-and-greenish now.
 
So what do I know?  Maybe I get lost because I can’t find my way between the grocery store and Thursday.  But it never seemed like you’d describe it as an impairment.
 
It just goes to show—pathology isn’t always an easy thing to classify.
 
 
*Given Robinson’s enthusiasm for describing SCIENCE! in mind-boggling detail, I can only assume this is the work of a desperate editor screaming “For god’s sake, Kim, you’ve got eight pages devoted to the quantum possibilities of consciousness—cut something out!”
 
**It’s other people with their failure to grasp that the letter o is clearly red who are the nuisance.

Cellar Door

Jun. 6th, 2007 11:31 am
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National Tailors Day
Anniversary - D-Day
Flag Day (Sweden)
Memorial Day (Korea)
 
So last month I started naming planets after jewels, and found that it was absolutely necessary to include one whose name translated to ‘garnet.’ This was imperative, because while I like a lot of jewels, only garnet has the perfect name.
 
I’ve mentioned before that some words that shouldn’t be onomatopoeic are to me—bottle, swelter, crystal, and shit all sound like what they describe to me.  And garnet is definitely in that category—it sounds exactly like a frozen droplet of dark red,* something that its etymology reflects.  But somehow it exceeds even the usual tendencies of my onomatopoeia words.  Garnet is one of very few words I assign tone to, so that whenever I think it it sounds singsong.** I always get a little sense of pleasure when I say it, or even think it.  It’s got a special place in my head, in the small category of Absolutely Spot-On Perfect Words.
 
That got me thinking of my other favorite words. You saw a few above (I like words that sound like what they are).  But it’s not just those. Some words just sound or look cool without being attached to anything—astroblastoma, or photophosphorylation. Some words have great definitions, like defenestrate.*** And some are just funny—for some reason, I believe that toast is the single funniest word in the English language.
 
I’ve got favorites in other languages, too.  Being a linguist has its perks.
  • Spanish: murcielago, ‘bat.’  It’s just got such a great rhythm to it, although I’m guessing that they don’t translate ‘Batman’ because Hombremurcielago—or worse, el Hombre de los Murcielagos—would be hard to say.
  • Swahili: Hands down, kiboko, ‘hippopotamus.’ Fun to say, but even better, the ki- at the beginning puts it in the noun class of tiny things.
  • Japanese: atatakakatta, ‘warm (in the past).’ This is the hardest word to say in the world. The root, atatakai, ‘warm,’ is bad enough, but when you add that bit that makes it past tense, it’s damn near impossible.
  • Hawaiian: Any word. The more syllables, the better.  For an example, I give you ho’okalakupua, ‘to do magic,’ but pretty much any word in it is awesome and fun to say.
  • ASL: The word for Coca-Cola, which in Utah is still done by faking shooting yourself up with cocaine.  Also the generic word for soda, which is just fun to do.
 
What about you? What’s your favorite word?
 
 
*Weirdly, none of the letters in the word is red. I guess it’s the sound all put together.
 
**Since you ask, it is exactly the tone of the sound effect they play in Super Mario World 2: Yoshi’s Island when you pick up a red coin.  That sound is, for me, the exact sonic reflection of garnet—both the word and the object itself.
 
***Here’s one for you. Everyone always laughs about that word, but did you ever wonder whether that de- is a morpheme, and that you should be asking yourself what fenestrate means?  I did. But I’m not gonna do all the work for you.  You can go look it up yourself.

I's It!

May. 17th, 2007 02:23 pm
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Ascension Day/Feast of the Ascension (Christian)
Orthodox Ascension Day (Orthodox)
UN World Telecommunication Day
Anniversary - 1st US Same-Sex Marriage
Birthday - Mia Hamm (soccer)
Constitution Day (Norway)
 
Tagged by [profile] bean_bunny:
 
The Rules:
 
1. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
2. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog. (Bleah.)
 
1. I am the only right-handed person in my immediate family of five. My mom, sister, and brother are lefties, and my dad is ambidextrous. We think he was naturally left-handed but used his right hand all his life. So when we got the first family computer I learned to mouse left-handed.
 
2. When I was in elementary school, I spent almost every single recess from third through fifth grade just walking in endless loops around our barely-there asphalt quarter-mile track on the upper playground. People thought I was nuts, but I was daydreaming. After a while, though, a curious thing happened: once in a while people would come up to me and pour out their woes, and I would listen and nod and let them get it off their chest while we walked, and then they would leave me to complete another few solitary circuits. I never realized how odd that must have seemed.
 
(In sixth grade I started shelving books in the library at recess.)
 
3. Part of my synesthesia that doesn’t get mentioned as often as the colors is the spatial conception I have of things like number, letter, and time sequences.  Numbers, for example, follow a curious zigzag that ultimately leads upward and from right to left, although when I get to triple digits the angle steadies out. And a lot of those metaphors of speech that equate time with space are not metaphors for me, because I can not only tell you when Tuesday is, but where it is.  Oddly, time also goes upward and right-to-left, with little hills and things.
 
4. I have over 25 first cousins; mostly on my mom’s side. But then, she’s one of twelve kids.
 
5. I have a scar on my hip from when I was thrown from a rolling suburban into a sticker bush a few hundred yards away at the age of six. This Crash, which is always in capitals, is the reason I always wear a seatbelt, because it was in ten seconds of a twelve-hour car trip that I unbuckled to reach for some markers, and that’s why I wound up airborne. I  should be dead, but I didn’t even break any bones.  I was pretty roughed up on one side (I must have skidded), and I had thorns and broken glass embedded in my scalp for months.
 
6. I am mildly afraid of balloons. I can be around them and even blow them up, but I’m always a little bit tense around them because they could go POP at any minute.
 
7. I have a fascination with unusual limbs.  I love depictions of various Hindu gods, and I spend a lot of time trying to work out the plausibility of various limb structures, like aliens that walk on their arms.  Elzar, the Neptunian chef from Futurama, always makes me happy because the animators coordinate his four arms so well and really make it look like he’s used to them.
 
8. I have passed out from a vasovagal reaction twice in my lifetime. The first time I was in the shower* and something in one of my cervical vertebrae popped.  (I blame the headgear I had to wear at night for shifting things.)  My dad was the only one up at the time, and he came rushing in and, with all the magnificence of Dad’s Sense Of Priorities, tossed a towel over the door onto me so I’d look sort of decent when he checked to see if I was dead.
 
The second time also featured Dad.  I was watching him do a surgery where they drained a subdural hematoma.  I had hurried down to the hospital because he’d only called half an hour ago to let me know it was a good time, so I hadn’t eaten breakfast.  I don’t remember being squeamish; what I remember is thinking “God, this is some cool shit!” and then waking up on the floor. It was embarrassing.
 
 
OH GOD, WHO DO I TAG?!  Let’s see: [profile] _wastrel, [profile] alietf, [profile] dimethirwen, [personal profile] dormouse_in_tea, [profile] jadewing, [profile] killabee886, [profile] queenlyzard, and [profile] sunshine_shaman.  Also Emily over on DeviantART!
 
 
*I really don’t recommend doing that.  You hit all sorts of things on the way down.
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Happy Vernal Equinox, everyone!
 
 
What I’ve learned since the solstice:
 
  • People with perfect pitch have an advantage when learning Mandarin.
  • Rowlf the dog might have become my favorite Muppet, up there and maybe even surpassing Kermit the Frog, my first crush.*
  • You can see some interesting bits of human nature by just working at a cash register:
    1. If there is a bagger standing behind one side of the counter, people will invariably approach the opposite side.
    2. When a customer takes a pen out of the cup provided and it does not work, the standard practice is to say “This pen is out of ink” and then put it back in the cup with the other pens for the next guy to find.
  • Hawaiian uses three different demonstrative pronouns/adjectives: kēia, kēnā, and kēlā, which respectively refer to something near the speaker, something near the listener, and something far away from both of them. This isn’t the first time I’ve run across something like this, and ever since Spanish’s esto, eso, and aquel I’ve been thinking of them as “hither, thither, and yon.”
  • Despite having spent some years as Star Trek: The Next Generation’s Wesley Crusher, Wil Wheaton’s actually a pretty cool guy.
  • Nisa: The Life and Words of a !Kung Woman is a popular book for anthropology courses. And well it should be.
  • Synesthesia is the standard Fun Fact About Me that I pull out when asked for something memorable.
  • In the Agta tribe there is very little division of labor: women are just as likely to hunt as men.
  • Sometimes even a step you know you’re going to take can be painful when addressed the wrong way.
  • The Movius Line is a theoretical line dividing two technologically distinct groups of human ancestors.
  • Luna Bars is some nasty shit.
  • If you have forgotten to take your Fukitol, do not spend even a small amount of time the next evening playing Tetris on your phone, because when you stand up the next thing that will happen is that you will fall down.
  • Apparently people do use roses in tea—thank the gods!
  • Pediophobia is the official name for the fear of dolls. I was totally unsurprised to learn that this was an official phobia, because I know many people who have it to some extent,** and it seems like a logical phobia. (Logical because of their resemblance to humans while being stylized and distorted in some ways—same reason coulurophobia is so prevalent.)
  • It is possible to burn Pasta Roni.
  • Going by one theory in evolutionary biology, a possible reason for kinship closeness is a built-in tendency in our species to recognize genetic closeness. By this logic, full siblings are emotionally closer than half siblings, and identical twins are closest of all. There’s no word on why fraternal twins are often close. Probably environmental cues.
  • The reason you barf after being on a crazy tilt-a-whirl ride is that your perception of vertigo it instills (by sloshing up the fluid in your vestibular system) mirrors the effects of some toxins (which slosh up your neural systems). And when you’ve ingested a toxin, what’s the fast and easy way to get rid of it?
  • Some mugs have built-in tea strainers. These do not work.
  • Asian sauces are awesome for cooking.
  • Vintage anime is crazy.
  • E-mail friendships are a lot of fun, but sometimes you want to hang out with them in person, which is what the Craft Center’s classes are for.
  • Somebody who wrote for Star Trek: Voyager was a huge Alien fan.  You can tell by the number of times that the crew finds themselves in a creepy abandoned setting with possible Creatures just around the corner.  Also by the number of times Janeway whips off her jacket, slings a really big gun to her hip, and goes off to kick some alien ass.  Also, I swear at one point Harry Kim tries to recreate the "Six meters!  That’s in the room!" scene.
  • Don’t go into a used bookstore during finals week, especially not if you want to keep your money.
 
*I was four. Give me a break.
 
**Even somebody like me, who loves dolls, may find that certain face sculpts or eye types are CREEPY AS HELL. I think it’s the ones who look like they could be possessed and might come eat your soul at night.

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