Here is a link from the SFWA. I seem to remember a hard science question about space travel that came up not long ago. Perhaps this can help some. :)
http://www.sfwa.org/2011/02/ten-terrific-resources-for-writi...

...I will have been a member here for four years. One wonders if Erin had known then how much I would clog up her servers whether she'd have told me to go hike? I doubt it, because this is essentially a friendly place, which she works hard to maintain and which was brought home recently to me. As many of you will know, I've had a real snorter of a cold, which has left me quite a bit under par. The number of well wishers has been very gratifying and humbling.

We have A DATE, but only roughly, A PLACE

We had the date for our Second West Coast BCTS Meet narrowed down to Saturday April second, Sunday the third, or Monday the fourth.

I pretty much took Monday out of the running, because some of need to go to work on weekdays.

I suggested that Saturday looked best, as Saturday afternoon and evening was mid-weekend, while Sunday afternoon was crowding it for anyone who had to return quite a distance.

Just found this on another website. Maria Carrillo High School senior Kayla Kearney comes out to her high school, in an assembly honoring Martin Luther King Jr. Jan 13 and 14, 2011.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=InN6bt0B8x0&feature=related

A very gutsy girl, and very well-spoken.

Well, another chapter posted. So that is caught up for now.

In other good news, one of my cousins who I haven't spoken to in almost a decade wrote me out of the blue. She wants to talk and all the time. Apparently she has known about me for a while. Well she told her sister who told her mom who told her dad who told her brother. Apparently, they all don't care about that at all. I am family and they are good with that. Even more... they think my mother is like Hitler for keeping everyone else out of the loop.

So I am stoked about that.

Something has been jabbering away at the back of my mind for some time and I'd like to share it with the Lurker Psych people here. Am I being paranoid, I don't think so, because what better way to study people of our ilk than in one of our sanctuaries?

The initial 3 or 4 years after transition were pure unmitigated hell, because of the loss of my old life, especially my family. However, the last few years have been much better; the pain having finally dulled to a manageable level.

Here's something for fans of a certain pedal-powered form of locomotion - a series of ten radio programmes about the social and cultural history of the bicycle. It started on Monday, so there are currently two programmes available to listen to, but as they're only being made available for a week after broadcast...

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00yfq82

It also features some notable riders, including (this selection from the first five minutes of Episode 1 alone):

Well, looking back at my blog entries, I realized I hadn't talked about how a couple of my stories came about. I suspect this kind of stuff doesnt really interest a large number of people, but it's my blog, so blech. So without further ado...

I am having a few internet problems at present. My ISP said my router was kaput, but it seems to be working okay at the moment. I shall prob change my ISP to BT (British Telecom) who have some good deals at present.

I shall persevere, however if you try to contact me and don't get a reply, maybe you could PM Angharad with whom I speak on the ’phone every day and she will pass on a message (I hope).

Hugs

Gabi

It seems a number of celebrants at the New York 2011 Mustache and Beard Fest had flexible ideas about gender presentation.

Frankly, I find this presentation quite heart-warming. I'm starting to believe that gentle humor regarding gender presentation is perhaps an encouraging social trend. Anything that breaks the rigid binary model is a good thing.

Well, had an awkward moment with my brother on Friday. He stopped by to drop off some pants he bought for me, and I could tell he was feeling very uncomfortable. I think he wanted to talk about the emails we have been sharing, but he was obviously not sure how to treat me. Then he did something very odd. Taking the back of his first finger, he rubbed my belly. It was an awkward moment. I think we need a face-to-face chat, and soon.

A Beautiful Day for Memories

Joann Marie
1949-2004

Many moons ago, Heather Rose was kind enough to apply her talent to rendering a heraldic coat-of-arms for the Amazons. (2008??!! Egads!)

I've held it back for a couple of reasons. The last couple of years because I dropped into my emotional pit, but all along because I wanted to have a motto to complete the device.

I've climbed out of the hole enough to start trying to write again, and I feel I owe Heather Rose an effort to complete my part.

I've considered what sort of motto is appropriate and looked for historical examples.