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Mar. 31st, 2026 11:01 pm
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Today has been a mixed accomplishing things day. I was out sick from work yesterday (for brain bullshit reasons) so I had to do a little bit of catchup with myself. Which I.....mostly didn't do! But I did enough and it was entirely okay.

Part of why I didn't do more is because I got distracted playing phone games after school. Which is not great. But then Clayton saved me by stopping by my room at just the exact time I would have to leave in order to get home before therapy. I could've continued fucking around and done therapy from work, but then I wouldn't have had a nice conversation with my friend nor would I've been home in any kind of timely manner.

Therapy was fine. Not super organized, but Jenn did encourage me to not just do bullshit after the thing. I managed to start some knitting during the end of it, and that was good! that carried me into actually constructive not-video game time.

I did some good knitting! I started a new yarn in Alys's scarf, then immediately frogged it and tried again simultaneous with a second yarn. This was the correct solution because I did a good job of choosing contrasting colours and now this godawful weird yarn has made the most incredible moss-like pattern. I loooove it! I am very sad that I don't have more of the yarn to figure out something for realsies to make out of it. (yes yes, I should find a picture for this)

Knitting meant I was listening to music, and that meant I, uh, recorded the song I wrote a couple years ago and rewrote a bit for YTS. And I don't want to put my work on YouTube because fuck google. So it's on Bandcamp now. (This is not a professional or good track, but also it does not cost money, so cool).

ANYWAYS.

Then it was time to make dinner and I actually spent a fairly pleasant ninety minutes in the kitchen getting things done and listening to more music. Clean the stove, make some pasta, cook some broccoli, catch up on a *lot* of dishes. It was good and I'm glad to have done it! But man, I'm glad to be done with it.

Played a wee bit of Slay the Spire (which felt _good_, just doing a bit of one round) and now I'm busy watching Taskmaster with my favoured. It's going very well!

Tomorrow I'm going to hang out with Ruthie a bit (possibly with her toddler possibly without) and, uh. Ideally do some unpacking from last weekend and repacking for the next. And then also maybe some grading?

And that's me!

~Sor
MOOP!

Exadelic by Jon Evans

Mar. 31st, 2026 07:54 pm
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Exadelic

1/5. I am a more evolved human who DNF’s books now, so it has been a long time since I finished something and was this mad about it. See, what happened was I started this while sick and injured and under a lot of stress, and quickly realized it’s bad, but I thought it was boring protagonist bad. Dumb Silicon Valley dude wank fantasies bad. But entertaining enough to create mild noise in my brain, and it sounded like more effort to get a new book, you know?

And then I read the last quarter and now I’m mad and I’m crawling out of my hole to tell you about it.

Let’s back up. This is a scifi technothriller about a boring software middle manager dude who gets told he is of cosmic importance by a new AI, sending him off on a journey through the multiverse and time to try and save the world. One of those scifi books where the author had a huge pile of things (magic as software exploits, occult horror AI, multiverses, Dyson Spheres, the Black Dahlia, etc. etc.), refused to discard a single one of them, and stitched them all together with an afterthought of a narrator who somehow got less and less interesting the more time we spent with him. Also, the sex in this book is seriously cringe.

But then I got to the part where – I’m not going to spoiler cut this. I’ll keep it to general situational vibes, but if you really don’t want to know, stop here. There’s a point where our loser protagonist ends up in a future where humans are so scared of AI that they have outlawed all progress and live in a weird, stunted leisure society. Their fear of AI is pretty legit considering there is a history of Ais committing genocide. But the whole point of the book is to sneer at this society and for our protag to think snidely about how they have a slave class of sub-intelligent robots, and he’s got to fix everything by allowing free and rampant AI development.

Which, like. I’m not one of those people who froths at the mouth about how AI kills kittens or whatever. But my dude. My man. What. The fuck. It’s the smugness about the slave labor that gets me. Like, excuse me? Slave labor is not an exclusive feature of stagnant societies. Exploitation is often the engine of progress! Including in the AI boom right the fuck now!

And it’s not like he’s making a big intellectual stand here – the book isn’t even internally coherent enough for that. Our protagonist himself is literally exploited for labor at multiple points! By AIs!

Ugh. At least being this annoyed has cleared my sinuses.

Content notes: Torture, drugged sex, noncon

Spotlight on Omegas at AO3

Mar. 31st, 2026 11:27 pm
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Spotlight on Omegas

Omegas are the glue that holds us all together, providing the essential social lubricant needed for our society to function—and yet they are often maligned and treated as lesser-than. This April, we are changing part of our logo to highlight omegas as part of our commitment to the inclusion and wellbeing of our omega volunteers and users.

We believe that visibility is important. As we post this, we're home to over 2,900 omega characters and counting. AO3 is one of the only spaces online where omegas are in the limelight, and we are proud to offer this safe space.

Volunteers at the OTW are never required to state their designations, though many choose to do so. Regardless of their decision or subgender, we aim to support our volunteers to the best of our ability; our policies on short breaks and hiatuses are written to help volunteers maintain their privacy and focus on their needs. Here are some words from our volunteers on the subject:

  • "As someone in a leadership position at the OTW I have always felt supported by my fellow volunteers in all matters relating to my designation. Going on break regularly is a non-issue because my alpha chair assistants hold down the nest without taking advantage of my absence, and the only comments I get from my committee are people asking whether I've had enough rest when I return." — Choux, Communications Chair (Ω)
  • "Everyone gets to shine as a volunteer here, because our diverse leadership brings invaluable insight. I’m proud to volunteer for the OTW, this being one of many reasons." — orphan_account, Support Volunteer (β)
  • "Fandom unites us in a way that transcends bounds. I’m incredibly proud to be a part of an organization that champions its volunteers regardless of subgender, with no tolerance for alpha posturing." — Tal, Tag Wrangling Supervisor (α)
  • "As an older omega, it is a rare thing to find a volunteer community so consistently supportive. Three years of service, and the whole OTW has always had my back." — Remi, OTW Tumblr Mod (Ω)

As part of this commitment, our Tag Wrangling Committee recently canonized several tags to better represent experiences had by people of all subgenders! Here are some our omega volunteers have chosen to highlight:

Finally, a word from our Board President:

Dear gentlebeings at AO3, on this serendipitous day of 2026, the Board of Directors are pleased to announce that:

All our volunteers have enjoyed perfect health of body, and tranquillity of mind; we don't feel the treachery or insecurity of omegas in heat, nor the possessiveness or aggression of alphas in ruts. We have no occasion of bribing, lubricating, or alphasplaining, to procure the favour of any great omega, or of their beta and alpha supporters. We don't need protection against dishonesty or oppression: there is neither insurance company to destroy our health, nor politician to ruin our equal rights movement; no reporter to watch our words and actions, or forge accusations against us for our designations.

Gracefully yours,

Anh Pham
President of the OTW Board of Directors (Ω)


Happy April Fools! On this day and every other day of the year, AO3 is proud to host all your efforts towards making omegas just that little bit more real! To celebrate, we've changed our site header superscript to "omega" instead of the usual "beta". If you’d like to learn more, you can visit the Fanlore article on the topic.

The Organization for Transformative Works is the non-profit parent organization of multiple projects including Archive of Our Own, Fanlore, Open Doors, OTW Legal Advocacy, and Transformative Works and Cultures. We are a fan-run, donor-supported organization staffed by volunteers. Find out more about us on our website.

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This Month in Fanfic Writing:
Single fics )

New Original Works posted at [community profile] sylph_and_asp this month
Original Works )

Monthly Check In

Mar. 31st, 2026 07:23 pm
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Words Goal Per Day: 500 Full Count: 15,577 Average Count: 502
Steps Goal Per Day: 8,000 Full Count: 279,182 Average Count: 9,006


Writing 0 days count: 16
Steps days under average count: 3

Daily Check-In

Mar. 31st, 2026 06:04 pm
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This is your check-in post for today. The poll will be open from midnight Universal or Zulu Time (8pm Eastern Time) on Tuesday, March 31, to midnight on Wednesday, April 01. (8pm Eastern Time).

Poll #34435 Daily Check-in
Open to: Access List, detailed results viewable to: Access List, participants: 14

How are you doing?

I am OK.
9 (64.3%)

I am not OK, but don't need help right now.
5 (35.7%)

I could use some help.
0 (0.0%)

How many other humans live with you?

I am living single.
7 (50.0%)

One other person.
5 (35.7%)

More than one other person.
2 (14.3%)




Please, talk about how things are going for you in the comments, ask for advice or help if you need it, or just discuss whatever you feel like.
 

2026.03.31

Mar. 31st, 2026 05:54 pm
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Minnesota needs independent oversight of forensic labs
Taxpayers fund forensic labs because their work is essential to the justice system. When errors occur, the public deserves to know about them quickly and transparently.
by Aaron Olson and Daniel Koewler
https://www.minnpost.com/community-voices/2026/03/minnesota-needs-independent-oversight-of-forensic-labs/

Iran war hurts Minnesota farmers as fertilizer, fuel prices soar ahead of planting season
Trump, Congress try to address the anger in farm country over Iran’s Strait of Hormuz chokehold.
by Brian Arola and Ana Radelat
https://www.minnpost.com/greater-minnesota/2026/03/iran-war-hurts-minnesota-farmers-as-fertilizer-fuel-prices-soar-ahead-of-planting-season/ Read more... )

Spectre Requisitions

Mar. 31st, 2026 06:40 pm
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Spectre Requisitions, a Mass Effect rare 'ships exchange, we live last night. I crashed around the same time everything went out, so I didn't get to read my gift until after work today, but it was so good.

No Touching At All. F!Shepard/Morinth. 2181 words.

It's set during ME3 in a worldstate where Shepard chose Morinth over Samara, with the two of them in a nontraditional romance what with the limitations caused by Morinth's condition.
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I was gifted with an old Western Digital Netcenter. It has a built in hard drive for network attached storage and USB ports to attach an external drive and a printer It needed a new 12 power supply which I finally bought. Although there was originally both Mac and Windows software I could only find the software for Windows. The PDF looked like it was set up for Windows XP

And I've got a few WIndows XP systems. I downloaded the software on my Linux box then booted up my "Media Creation" XP machine. I had scored a lot of XP media creation software and set it up to do Old School digital media creation. I also downloaded a bunch of XP friendly programs on my Linux box and jeeped them to the XP machine via USB stick. But...hmmm... bad CMOS battery. Replaced it, booted it, tweaked the BIOS and used a USB stick to transfer the files. Now, you *really* shouldn't attach a XP machine to the Internet but I needed to go through my local network to set up the Netcenter. So I hooked it up and opened up Firefox just to check the network.

My internal speaker went "WEE-OOOH WEE-OOoH Your system has been hacked! Your system has been locked! Do not shut off your system! Call Microsoft how to fix this!" Firefox was completely locked up. The webpage had the same warnings and a phone number to call.

Eh, no. I've never seen it before but I sure heard of this scam. You call the number and they instruct you how to hook up to their servers then take over your system. They get your financial information and shake you down. So yeah, no... I shut down the system, disconnected the network cable and ripped Firefox out by the roots. I used Avast and CCleaner to cleanse the system. That took a little time. Then and only then did I install the software to set up the Netcenter.

No I will never attach a network cable to the system ever again.

So... I able to fuss with the permissions, clean out old files and set up file and printer sharing except... none of my systems couldn't see the printer. My Mac could see some of the folders but not all of them. My Linux box couldn't see anything. Neither does my housemate's Windows 11 machine. I think the firmware is just too old to work with modern operating systems.

It's long out of support. I'm going to open the thing up and rip out the hard drive and wipe it. The chassis will get recycled. I'm disappointed but it was a learning experience.

I'm getting to old for these kind of time wasting learning experiences.
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Posted by Katherine J. Wu

Last week, the Department of Health and Human Services finally followed through on a plan it first outlined for several of its top officials nearly a year ago: It reassigned them to positions in the Indian Health Service.

Many of the officials who were sent the reassignments—a group that includes at least half a dozen top-ranking employees at the National Institutes of Health, the CDC, and other agencies—have been on administrative leave since last spring, when they were abruptly ousted from their roles without explanation, or any indication of how long their hiatus might last. So they were shocked last week when, with no preamble, they received phone calls, then a letter, informing them of their new role, and an April 8 deadline to decline or accept.

In most or all cases, accepting these new roles would represent a major career shake-up and force a move across the country: Many senior HHS officials are based in Maryland—where the FDA and the NIH are located—or near Atlanta, where the CDC is headquartered; the recent letters lay out reassignments to places such as Arizona, New Mexico, Oklahoma, North Dakota, and South Dakota. If the officials accept the reassignments, they’ll be expected to report for their new jobs no later than May 26. If they decline, the officials expect to be removed from federal service entirely.

I spoke with two of the letter recipients, along with several former HHS officials who were also placed on leave by the administration last spring; all of them requested anonymity to avoid professional repercussions. For several of the reassigned officials, April 1 will mark the one-year anniversary of when they were put on administrative leave, shortly after HHS initially proposed via email to reassign them to IHS. The two officials who recently received reassignments also told me that last week is the first time they’ve heard from HHS since May or June 2025, when they were asked to provide their CVs. After being left for so long in limbo, then given so little time to make this choice, some officials feel like HHS is pretending it didn’t ghost some of its highest-ranking, highest-paid employees for the better part of 12 months. “Honestly, it’s hilarious,” one official told me: HHS did do what it said it would. It just took a year to do it.

When reached for comment, Emily G. Hilliard, HHS’s press secretary, emphasized in an email that HHS was dedicated to improving the IHS and that “each executive who joins IHS will strengthen leadership capacity and support mission delivery.”

IHS is, unquestionably, in need of more staff, especially in its more rural and remote locations. For years, the agency’s vacancy rate has hovered around 30 percent (and, for certain roles, has climbed higher in some regions). Last spring, when dozens of HHS officials were initially put on administrative leave, Thomas J. Nagy Jr., HHS’s deputy assistant secretary for human resources, wrote to them in an email that American Indian and Alaskan Native communities deserve “the highest quality of service, and HHS needs individuals like you to deliver that service.” In January, the IHS also announced what it described as the “largest hiring initiative” in its history to address staffing shortfalls, noting that the effort had the full support of HHS Secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr., who has described tribal health as a priority.

But the reassigned officials and the tribal-health experts I spoke with both questioned how well the new reassignments fit current IHS needs. The primary feature of the re-assignees, as a group, is that they were high-ranking officials with extensive experience in administrative leadership; many were running departments of hundreds of employees or more. Among those who received the proposed reassignment last spring were the directors of several NIH institutes, leaders of several CDC centers, a top-ranking official from the FDA tobacco-products center, a bioethicist, a human-resources manager, a communications director, and a technology-information officer. Meanwhile, IHS’s greatest need is for “hands-on clinical people,” such as physicians and nurses, David Simmons, the director of government affairs and advocacy at the National Indian Child Welfare Association, told me. “People in communications, HR, researchers? Those are not going to be the people who are going to be helpful on a daily basis,” Simmons said. “On some level, I have to ask the question: Why are they sending these kinds of people?”

Last week’s letters, also signed by Nagy, described new IHS positions, multiple of them located at small hospitals in some of the country’s most rural and remote regions, several officials told me. The roles come with titles such as “Chief of Staff” and “Senior Advisor,” but the letters don’t describe the specific responsibilities attached to those positions. I asked one official whether their credentials lined up in any way with their reassigned role. “Zero,” they told me. If senior-executive officials accept the reassignment, the letters say, they will keep their current salaries—a minimum of about $150,000, though many high-level reassigned officials make far more, two officials told me. The IHS will likely be responsible for the salaries of reassigned officials, one NIH official told me, even though its budget is a small fraction of the NIH’s; the official told me that, as far as they could tell, they would be making about as much as their new supervisors.

To build trust and effectively deliver care, health officials need to be deeply familiar with tribal communities’ needs and should have an understanding of the local culture, Simmons told me. In 2023, American Indians and Alaskan Natives had lower life expectancy at birth than any other racial and ethnic group in the United States; Native people are especially vulnerable to conditions such as asthma, diabetes, and substance-use disorder. Tribes also have a long history of being severely mistreated by the federal government. But the officials I spoke with told me that they were not aware of any reassigned individuals who identified as Native or had extensive background in working with such communities. Last year, Deb Haaland, a member of the Pueblo of Laguna and a Democratic candidate for governor of New Mexico, criticized the reassignment proposals as “shameful” and “disrespectful.” The experts I spoke with also weren’t aware of any attempts HHS had made since to thoroughly consult tribal leaders about these reassignments; in at least one case, when a reassigned official tried making contact with their new hospital, with their new hospital, their new supervisor expressed confusion about who the official was or why they were reaching out at all, three current and former HHS officials told me. (Hilliard did not address my questions about whether the IHS or tribal leaders had been consulted about the reassignments, how qualified the reassigned officials were to meet the agency’s needs, or why HHS made the reassignments now.)

Meanwhile, health experts across the country have felt the loss of these officials from top tiers of HHS, especially agencies that focus on public health. “At the local health department level, we depend on their expertise,” Philip Huang, the director of Dallas’s health department, told me.

What prompted HHS to finally end these officials’ administrative leave is unclear; many officials had wondered if their hiatus might stretch on indefinitely, until they themselves chose to resign, as many of their colleagues have. The action may have been triggered by guidance from the Office of Personnel Management, released after the officials were first put on leave and newly effective in 2026, that limits administrative leave connected to workforce reassignment to 12 weeks. The end of March coincides with that limit.

No matter the trigger, the officials I spoke with told me they feel roughly the same as they did a year ago: “They obviously don’t want us to take these jobs, and want us to leave on our own,” one official said. Firing federal officials is difficult, especially without clear cause, and none of the officials I spoke with could identify a valid reason that they or their colleagues had been in federal limbo since last spring. The officials I spoke with uniformly emphasized that filling IHS with qualified people is essential, but added that they didn’t fit the bill. And several officials told me they worry that, should many of the reassigned officials reject the government’s offer, IHS will have a harder time attracting the personnel it needs. HHS’s “goal is to get people out, and I think that has been the goal from the beginning,” another official told me. “It’s cruel and unkind and unprofessional.”

Some of the letter recipients still feel extreme pressure to accept their reassignment. One told me that they’re just weeks away from full retirement eligibility but can’t run out the clock before the acceptance deadline passes. “I might have to move,” the official said. And, as federal policy states, if HHS pays for any part of their relocation, they’ll have to remain in a federal job for at least a year. (Early-retirement options do exist, with fewer benefits; another official told me they’re taking this option, and accepting another job elsewhere.) Still, even as officials weigh their decision, they feel a new sense of finality: Their administrative leave is ending, and whatever hope they might have had of returning to the agencies they once worked at is extinguished.  

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I was going to say this week has been endless and somehow it's still only Tuesday! but that's especially hilarious because I logged off work yesterday at 3 pm to go back to bed, and I'm taking off Thursday and Friday (and Monday), so really I only have tomorrow left of the work week. But subjectively it has felt endless. I do feel better though - still congested and coughing like mad, but no more fever. So you know, marginally better. *wry*

Anyway, I've got a recs update for you:

[personal profile] unfitforsociety has been updated for March 2026 with 13 story recs and 2 vid recs in 5 fandoms:

* 10 Heated Rivalry
* 2 The Pitt
* 1 Batfamily
* 1 Leverage vid and 1 Star Wars vid

*

Tsundoku Bubble

Mar. 31st, 2026 12:59 pm
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Recent Manga Acquistions, March 2026
Recent Manga Acquistions, March 2026

My March 2026 Tsundoku Stack remains untouched. However, the last five manga volumes that I recently acquired jumped to the front of the line. They are the category of tsundoku ja nai – in that they aren’t really tsundoku as they never dwell in the pile of books that continually escape my attention. They are in sort of a little bubble of their own., which gets my near term attention.

In the Bubble, Read and Unread )

ABOUT TSUNDOKU
My tsundoku tag collects my blog posts about my tsundoku collection. The first post was in May 2014. However the tag really kicked off starting in October 2020. I recommend these tsundoku articles: Tsundoku: The Joy of Unread Books by John M. Jennings and Understanding ‘Tsundoku’: The Joy of Buying Books Without Reading Them at Alterpret.

TDOV 2026

Mar. 31st, 2026 12:15 pm
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Trans Day of Visibility Photo - Frac in trans hockey jersey

Happy Trans Day of Visibility! 25 years this TDOV. Trans health care saves lives!

Thank you, universe, for the chance to become middle-aged and wear goofy hockey jerseys. Help me make it so that the ones who come after me have the same chance, and better.

§rf§

PS I could say a lot of other things, but then we'd never get out of here.

Falling hour by hour....

Mar. 31st, 2026 07:16 pm
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I know I was born into a fortunate generation which had things like university grants and better employment opportunities and the ability to buy one's own house in one's twenties and so on -

I have also occasionally been heard to remark that, on account of the codliver oil and school milk dispensed by a caring Welfare State, Ma Generayshun probably has bones like steel girders persisting into the twilight years and that this very likely no longer pertains -

- I did not realise that life expectancy was actually going down (older article, feel I saw something much more recently but didn't keep the link).

Not to mention decline in actual expectation of healthy quality of life.

I was brought up with coal fires - the Clean Air Act was 1956 but I'm not sure how long the effects took to kick in - possibly various dietary things that might not be considered optimum these days? - various things like the foot-x-ray machines in shoe-shops that have vanished -

While maybe not the plethora of junk food there is now it was absolutely not that organic idyll that gets posited!

So there were adverse factors around, but maybe just enough counter-balancing things going on?

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But first: the breaker that my stove is plugged into tripped in the middle of the night. I'm pretty sure it wasn't in use the other two times it tripped, either. I've called the dealer.

The pre-surgery prep has begun in earnest. I spent yesterday getting a whole bunch of blood drawn and an EKG, and this morning I switched to dandruff shampoo. Yes, really, per the Sculptor's orders. My resting heart rate was even lower than it's been measured before – "half the normal rate", said Dr. Funnyname – but he figures that if I can exercise, which I do, I should be a-OK for getting my face rearranged. Hurrah!

Rather less hurrah is that I can't pluck anything anywhere or get sugared. Shaving only, with a single bladed razor, and not too closely. Haaate. But! See you all August.

Sleepily refilling a pen

Mar. 31st, 2026 06:08 pm
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Been heavily asleep all day - this has been a thing for some days now, after a few more headaches ... - and wake at nearly 6pm and remember I need to refill my daily journalling fountain pen. So still sleepy me then digs out the syringe and ink miser (my ink bottle is nearly empty, so I need to use those things to fill pens with the relevant ink), ink bottle, and the fountain pen. Amazingly I did not scatter ink all over the kitchen sink! Though I'm sure when Martin comes home from weekly shopping he'll find a few tiny spots 😜

Old pic, but it was basically all the same stuff in play today. The purple thing on the right is the ink miser. That I fill with ink using the syringe, and can then fill the pen well. Otherwise the ink level in the bottle is too shallow to fill the pen through the nib as normal.

I favour piston fillers due to my neurological illness causing big hand control problems. Switching to a syringe is not ideal, but it works in this case.

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Posted by Sarah Zhang

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“What do you mean, you just take the stomach out?” Karyn Paringatai wondered, when doctors first said her stomach had to be surgically removed. Could she still eat? Yes, but differently. What would replace it? Nothing. She would have to live the rest of her life missing a major organ.  

Paringatai was not actually sick, not yet. Her stomach was fine. But her cousin, just a few years older, had recently died of an aggressive stomach cancer at age 33, leaving behind three children. In a video recorded after her diagnosis turned terminal, the cousin told her little kids to be good for their father. “Please don’t be too mean to the lady that he meets,” she added, anticipating how the void left by her death might be filled. But she must have known that this void could not be filled, not ever. The cousin’s own mother had died young of stomach cancer. So had her grandmother. So had her sister.  

To the doctors who saw Paringatai’s cousin in Tauranga, New Zealand, this pattern was hauntingly familiar. Her cancer was an unusual and distinct kind called diffuse gastric cancer, in which cancerous cells percolate undetected through the stomach, forming obvious masses only in advanced stages—usually too late to treat. The doctors had witnessed the same rare cancer run through a large Māori family near Tauranga. In that family, one woman lost six of her siblings to stomach cancer; a boy had died at 14. The family now reached out to Paringatai’s. It’s genetic, they said. You have to get tested.

Paringatai, whose father was also Māori, got tested. And indeed, she carried a mutation in the same gene, known as CDH1, as the other family. This gave her a 70 percent lifetime risk of developing advanced diffuse gastric cancer. Because this form of cancer can metastasize so quickly and unpredictably, the only surefire method of prevention is a complete removal of the stomach, or total gastrectomy. It’s analogous to a preventive mastectomy for breast cancer—but far more physically taxing. A number of women with a CDH1 mutation have actually had both their stomach and breasts removed because this mutation can also confer a 40 percent risk of breast cancer. One of them told me, about her gastrectomy, “If you can do that, you can do anything.”

Paringatai’s surgeon could not answer all of her questions about living without a stomach—her total gastrectomy was the first he would ever perform in a healthy person. But she went through with the procedure in 2010, and she credits it with saving her life. In the operating room, her surgeon made a long incision down her abdomen, cut out the fist-size pouch of her stomach, and stitched her esophagus to her small intestine. She was the first in her family to have her stomach removed prophylactically. Others followed. On a recent trip to visit her father’s family, Paringatai found herself sitting on a porch with her aunties and cousins. Of the eight people there, she realized, only one still had a stomach: her partner. “You’re the odd one out,” she teased.

Mutations in CDH1 seem to be unusually prevalent in Māori families, where they arose multiple times, possibly because they once conferred some evolutionary advantage. But mutated versions of CDH1 have been found around the world too, and thousands of patients have likely now had gastrectomies to head off cancer.

In New Zealand, “we’re coming up to nearly 30 years of people living with no stomachs,” says Paringatai, who is now a Māori-studies professor at the University of Otago. For the past several years, she has been documenting the experiences of Māori with CDH1. That people can live this long without a stomach is a testament to the adaptability and resilience of the human body. That doctors resort to such radical measures exposes the limits of what modern medicine can offer.

The first Māori to undergo prophylactic gastrectomies were the family that warned Paringatai’s about the cancer gene. They knew all about the gene because they had helped find it. Back in 1994, Maybelle McLeod contacted a genetics lab at the University of Otago about the premature cancer deaths stalking her relatives. Among themselves, she told me, “nobody even talked about it.” The family believed they lived under a curse for letting their land be sold for a quarry. McLeod grew up listening to the quarry’s warning sirens, learning to take cover indoors before the blasting began. She watched as the hill near her home was stripped bare.

McLeod eventually moved away, became a nurse, and learned of the then-nascent field of cancer genetics. This, she thought, explained the so-called curse. The geneticist she contacted, Parry Guilford, agreed to take the case. But her family still had to be persuaded to trust this pakeha, this white man, with their DNA. Over a series of meetings—attended by as many as 100 members—Guilford explained that his motive was the same as McLeod’s: to find the cause of so much death. They ultimately agreed to a contract where only the family, not Guilford, could directly approach members and gather their DNA samples. From there, the gene mapping went quickly, and scientists homed in on CDH1. The gene encodes a protein that normally orients and aligns cells in the stomach; without it, the cells become lopsided, rogue, and possibly cancerous. Any parent with a mutation in the gene has a 50 percent chance of passing it on to their children.

This breakthrough meant that a genetic test could now reveal who was at risk of diffuse gastric cancer; the family would no longer have to live in fear of where cancer would strike next. McLeod herself tested negative for the mutation. She was in the clear.

But those who tested positive for the mutation now faced an agonizing new dilemma. Doctors could not guarantee that endoscopies, even annual ones, would reliably catch such an aggressive cancer in time. Total gastrectomies had been performed before, in patients whose stomachs were already ridden with tumors—but never routinely in healthy people who did not have cancer and may ultimately never have cancer at all. So now they had to choose: 70 percent chance of deadly cancer or surgery with a 100 percent chance of significant side effects?

Rangi McLeod, who worked alongside Maybelle in urging relatives to join the study, was the first of the family to test positive for the CDH1 mutation. Not long after, doctors found a tumor in his stomach. It’s not all bad news, Guilford recalls Rangi saying. “I can lead my family to the next stage.” His gastrectomy would no longer be strictly prophylactic, but he’d have his stomach out, he’d recover, and he’d show anyone who still feared the surgery that it was safe. Rangi did not recover, though. He fell into a coma after the new connection between his esophagus and intestine grew weak. He died a few weeks later. “The whole project almost fell apart immediately on the spot,” Guilford told me.

In time, the family decided that Rangi would not want them to stop—he would not want for their children and grandchildren to continue to succumb to cancer. The family found a more experienced surgeon in a bigger hospital in Auckland; the next 10 gastrectomies were a success. Since then, stomach cancers in the family have plummeted. And the hill where the quarry once operated is green again. The land, it turned out, had not been sold but taken by the government, and was returned to the family. In any case, the curse, some in the family said, had finally lifted.

A successful gastrectomy looks like this: For at least the first six months, your life revolves completely around food, and not in a fun way. You eat tiny portions 10 times a day. You have to chew, chew, chew food like gum to make up for the lack of a stomach. Your digestive system spews from both ends. Your blood sugar rises and crashes unpredictably; you faint at the worst times. You are tired all the time. You lose a lot of weight, which might feel welcome at first but then feels scary. You are unable to work for a couple of months—longer if your job is physical or your recovery is difficult. About one in 10 patients has complications serious enough to warrant hospitalization, according to studies done in U.S. hospitals.

Gradually, the upper part of the intestine adapts into a sort of stomach. You start eating larger portions, less often. You gain weight. You still need regular shots of B12, which you cannot absorb without a stomach. But several people more than 10 years out from surgery told me they eat almost normally—with only small, lingering quirks. Plain water, for example, can be strangely hard to drink, possibly because of its surface tension, while flavored water goes down fine. Young women who have had their stomach out routinely go on to get pregnant and have healthy children.

Still, those who ultimately recovered well knew of family members who continue to struggle years later with nausea or reflux or fatigue. One of Paringatai’s cousins left her teaching position because she could no longer physically keep up in the classroom. Another cousin, Isaia Piho, was a firefighter. He, too, switched to a less demanding job afterward. Isaia and his younger brother, James, told me they had watched their mother die of stomach cancer. They are fathers themselves now, and they did not want their children to experience the same.

But not everyone who weighs the odds decides on surgery. Guilford knows another guy, also a firefighter, who decided to keep his stomach. “I run into burning buildings every second day,” he told Guilford. “I’m good with risk.” He’s chosen to have regular endoscopies instead. Still others might prefer not to know that they carry a CDH1 mutation. In the McLeod family, a young man in his 30s who went untested recently died of cancer, Guilford said. Diffuse gastric cancer has remained stubbornly difficult to treat over the three decades he’s been studying it. At the stage when it can be easily detected, the survival rate is just 20 percent.

Doctors are still trying to fully grasp the long-term consequences of losing a stomach, which makes it more difficult for the body to take up nutrients. “We’re learning that gastrectomy severely impacts bone health in the long run,” Daniel Coit, a surgical oncologist who recently retired from Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center, told me. The loss of stomach acid may make calcium harder to absorb. As these patients age and continue to lose bone density, they will be particularly vulnerable to fractures.

Coit, who performed numerous prophylactic gastrectomies in his career, thinks the social and psychological consequences of losing a stomach deserve more attention too. He had one family in which multiple people died prematurely of suicide or alcohol use after their surgeries. Did the procedure lead directly to their struggles, or unmask a previous predisposition? His example is only anecdotal, he said, but the issue should be studied.

This is anecdotal as well, but alcohol also came up repeatedly in conversations I had with people who have been through gastrectomies—without me asking. Either they themselves started drinking too much, or they had family members who started drinking too much.

James Piho told me he drank to numb his fear of cancer and then he drank to numb his depression after his surgery, when he was unable to provide for his daughter. James actually works in a drug-and-alcohol rehab center, and his experience had him wondering about a link between total gastrectomy and alcohol. Could it be psychological or biological, or both? For people who find drinking plain water uncomfortable, alcohol seems to literally go down easier. And bariatric surgery, in which the stomach is shrunk but not entirely removed, is correlated with a well-documented increase in alcohol-use disorder. Losing even part of a stomach may make patients’ bodies more sensitive to alcohol—two drinks, according to one study, might feel like four. Haupiua Steventon, a member of McLeod’s family who had her stomach removed at 18, got a job at a bar after the long recovery derailed her university studies. “I fell into alcoholism very easily,” she told me. She eventually found her footing and has two kids now, but looking back, she wishes she had been warned about alcohol post-surgery. She wouldn’t have chosen to work in a bar.

In interviews that Paringatai conducted with different generations of McLeod’s family, she observed that some of the younger members struggled more, mentally, post-surgery. The older generation, she told me, had witnessed the deaths of so many “mothers, sisters, fathers, first cousins, children, grandchildren.” Today, young people in the family have not experienced those tragedies firsthand—a sign of progress that nevertheless made the sacrifice of a stomach harder to bear.

“I think we’ll look back one day and we’ll go, ‘Man, I can’t believe that we did such draconian surgery on those people,’” Guilford said. His lab continues to investigate diffuse gastric cancer, with the hope of developing a treatment or drug that makes a total gastrectomy obsolete. In recent years, doctors have become more open to patients choosing surveillance over surgery, especially as it’s become clear that CDH1 carriers with no family history are at lower risk for diffuse gastric cancer—perhaps a lifetime risk of about 10 to 40 percent rather than 70 percent. But even Coit, who is among the more skeptical of surgery, recommends prophylactic gastrectomies for people with a strong family history. Their risk is high. Surgery is the best solution we’ve got. But of course, Guilford said, “people would love to keep their stomachs.”  

Paringatai found that some of the Māori took their stomachs home, rather than allow the hospital to discard the organ as medical waste. In Māori culture, she explained, the body is sacrosanct. They wanted to honor the stomach, thanking it for its service. Several buried theirs on their family land. In a way, this is how they can, for now, keep their stomachs.

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Mar. 31st, 2026 11:25 am
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I want to drink more water; I don't drink much, and I suspect that I spend a lot of time mildly dehydrated. But if I put "drink water" on my daily to-do list, I get resentful and anxious and resistant? It feels like such a nebulous goal.

But if I put "fill my water bottle" on it, that works great! It's a basic simple task that I can do and check off. And then, once I have a bottle of water at hand, I just naturally chug away at it without stressing. Because I am mildly dehydrated and therefore thirsty! I'm just not usually aware enough of it to get up and get a drink.

Brains, man.

The Wildcraft Drones, by T.K. Rex

Mar. 31st, 2026 09:09 am
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Review copy provided by the publisher.

The line between mosaic novel and themed short story collection is a very blurry one, but I spent 99% of this book fairly sure that it was in the latter category. And then I got to the end and I don't know any more. These stories are linked thematically and by their science fictional world conceit. There's not an overarching character arc for any characters told in these tales.

...unless, as I was carefully taught as a high school sophomore, the setting can be a character, in which case there absolutely is character arc here, and a very settling/satisfying one too. These science fiction stories have a consistent thread of using technology to reach out to the natural world and to heal the things that are already broken in our time. There's a wide range of characters--dolphins, robots, cats! humans I guess if you need those!--and they are generally not perfect but doing their best, which is basically my favorite kind of characters.

I am not the target audience for the type of mini-comic that appears in a few places throughout the book, but these particular examples of the form are charming and fit well with the stories around them. I feel like "now, more than ever" is one of those cliches I don't want to lean too hard on in 2026, but also now, more than ever, we really do need stories about doing the best we can with what we've got, and these are that, and I'm so glad they're all in one place to lean on.

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