Mary Bowser, former slave of the Van Lew family, infiltrated the Confederacy by working as a servant in the household of Jefferson Davis. Bowser was assumed to be illiterate, and as a black woman was below suspicion. Practically invisible, she was able to listen to conversations between Confederate officials and read sensitive documents, gathering information that she handed over to the Union.
(From National Woman’s History Museum Facebook Page)
This needs to be a movie. Like, now.
I’d watch this movie.
How is this not a movie?
Indeed! This would make an amazing movie omg
I would pay money/Kickstater the heck out of this to have a movie made.
Last night I was really sad because a lot of bad things happened to be spoken about all at the same time in the same space. It’s easy for this to happen on the internet. It’s not always easy to disengage when you see that the conversations are about your friends. People you care about. Some of them a heck of a lot. I felt pretty poopy at the time. I kind of feel poopy today still! It’s like a terrible poopy afterglow.
But now, I will stop using the word poopy (okay just that one last time) and talk about some wonderful things that have made me feel the opposite in big ways the last few months! The cool part is that these are small things that made a big difference. They’ve produced person-joy that violates the law of Conservation of Emotions! The person-joy produced is five-sigma. It’s almost pure joy.
Note: do not ever try to produce pure joy. After all those dead puppies in the 1980’s, the ethics board has had maintained a moratorium until someone can come up with safer methods.
I don’t have The Scientist around lately to validate my Serious Claims so you’re just going to have to trust me.
Yesterday, when I was sad, my friend wrote me a bedtime story where I was a space captain. It wasn’t that long but is was charmingly well-written and I loved every word. I had trouble sleeping but I held onto that story until I couldn’t hold on to consciousness anymore.
The same friend booked a flight to see me in June. I’m really excited to show them the places in Vancouver that make me feel like I’m actually a spaceship captain and it is the future.
Today I spent some time talking about how to design a user experience that could graduate makers from a WYSIWYG app maker to being novice developers. The conversation was with someone so enthusiastic, engaging, and genuinely interested in what i had to offer the conversation that I came away from it not just feeling respected.. but something else that I’m not sure I have the right words for at the moment.
I was able to meet people on the Mozilla Science team here in Toronto that work with The Scientist helping scientists learn to code and encouraging to open up their process and results. Just today one of them told me they had managed to get a very significant grant to keep their work going. They did a little dance and I felt so happy for them.
While I was away last month working on preparing for GDC on my birthday, I woke up to find an MP3 attachment from someone who I’m so very privileged to know - and it was them singing me happy birthday alongside the ukelele.
I told the woman that I’d been crushing on quietly for almost a year how I felt. She told me the feelings were reciprocated. It turned out we had both been trying to figure out if the feelings were reciprocated. Coincidentally, we both decided to just ask and get it over with the next time we met since we are not local to each other. Now that you’ve read that last sentence you can ascertain how things went for yourself. I don’t know how the logistics will go but I hope I get to spend more time with them somehow.
I had a really good time with someone last weekend. We had a decidedly non-sober evening where we did watercolor painting, talked a lot, and listened to music. There were a lot of cathartic moments and I felt like it was just really nice to get to know all these sides to my friend. I mean, people are multifaceted, and I know that, but we’re always so careful which sides we show of our diamond-selves. So when I get to see that there’s a few more, it’s like the light shines through and it’s rainbows all the way down.
Go watch Madoka Magica. It was beautiful and tragic in all the gripping ways you might want out of a series about the dark side of the magical girl tropes. When I learned the story behind the character Homura, I genuinely wept for a moment at the dedication she had for the promise she made.
I found Pixel (she’s one of my housemates, seems to identify as ‘cat’ given constant grooming habits and her sleeping patterns) some treats that she gets really excited over. I’ve never seen her that excited to eat anything before. Her little cat joy was so wonderful that I wanted to cuddle her close, but she hates that. I let her do her thing and I went and snuggled the other cat instead. You can’t ever lose when you have more than one cat. I mean maybe the other cat won’t like snuggles either but you still can’t lose because you have two cats.
I have more little things to share but the melatonin is kicking in and I should sleep now. I have to teach other developers at Mozilla how to get out and speak more about their work tomorrow morning. I decided when I joined the developer tools team that I would find a way to motivate more people to take ownership of their work and speak about it. It’s working. There is a selfish motivation in here. As an exercise to the reader, I’ll let you posit what it might be.
I knew writing this post would help me feel less poopy.
(I maintain that I wrote enough paragraphs that I could get away with saying it one ore time.)
Why ‘just’? That’s a way more awesome superpower than most. I want that superpower.