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17 June 2011 @ 02:54 pm
All right! Movin' on over to newwwww journal, that is myrioddity, yup, hopefully to actually be updated now & again. Still in the process of adding people, etc. but much like vazavati it will be not at all friends-only, by & large, so. if I have added you over at myrioddity it means that I would like to continue to be your friend, please, for all my delinquency!

also, I am @ myrioddity over on Tumblr as well though I don't really use it much yet because I'm still going OKAY WHAT IS THIS--still, if you've got a tumblr, let me know! I use it more to follow people than for any other reason at the moment, much like how I've been using this journal for a while now. xD Always up for stalking people on the Internet.

♥!

farewell & adieu ye dear Spanish ladies, farewell and adieu, ye ladies of Spain, until we remember the rest of the words for the crown of old England, or something, or something, it's thirty-five leeeeeagues
 
 
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redeemable for six adjectives of your choice
27 May 2011 @ 11:36 pm
hey, er...hello, if anyone's still out there. I've pretty much abandoned this journal as far as actual entries go, but I still use it to bop around LJ communities and read my friendslist & so on.

the last time I posted here was, what, December?

since then...

--> I graduated from college. High honors etc. (Now what?)
--> I got obsessed with Homestuck (and it looks like half the internet did too).
--> I learned how to make scallion pancakes.

And, y'know. Stuff.

I am going to start up a new LJ (in which I may, shock and awe! actually write) fairly soon, I think--this one's done its time. More on that forthcoming.

♥?
 
 
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redeemable for six adjectives of your choice
23 December 2010 @ 07:40 pm
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.

Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.


With this, Day Seven, & Day Three, it kind of seems like this meme wants to seduce me...Collapse )

Glad the meme only asked for three! whew. Th-there are others but, er, well, discussing such things on the Internet...?

Writing loads of poetry to atone for my sins, heliadelphinus.

Latin calls--
 
 
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redeemable for six adjectives of your choice
21 December 2010 @ 01:58 am
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.

Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.


1. Nope.
2. This
3. is
4. too
5. hard.

...seriously. Five? Get out of here. I mean, there are over five people on my f-list alone who 'mean a lot'. Sooo, day seven:

A bundle of don'ts.Collapse )

It's only Monday--well, Tuesday now I suppose--but I already strongly suspect it will be a great week.

Time to flee the Arctic that's the computer room. Hopefully I will find respite for my wounded laptop next week. :(

♥!
 
 
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redeemable for six adjectives of your choice
17 December 2010 @ 11:47 am
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.

Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.


Had to think kind of hard about this one. I fail at regret. It's not like I don't regret things I've done, per se; it's just that I, um...forget 'em..."Well," I think, "that sucked a lot and was a bad decision, but if I dwell on it I shall only leak useless angst out my ears. So! Enough of that rubbish." :/ Is that a brand of stoicism? Does that fall under 'understanding what you can't control'?

Anyway, dredging up the (pfft) dreadful secrets of my (what?) sordid past...

'I wish I hadn't cut the heck out of my thumb' did not make the list, but rest assured, I really do.' |DCollapse )

That one wasn't very interesting. |D Ah, well. The nature of memes?

I don't really have much of anything to say, though I'll probably crawl in shame back to handfulofpeas soon enough & get back to documenting Plan-progress. Right now the thing looks like I haven't worked on Plan in over a month, and that simply isn't true.

Also: Goodbye Chains? Anyone? Anyone? I'll just sit over here with a dopey grin on my face and a deep desire to hug the nonexistent and incorporeal.


E.
 
 
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redeemable for six adjectives of your choice
16 December 2010 @ 10:17 pm
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.

Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.


What? Only seven?Collapse )


Yes, I am a day behind. But I'm three days behind on my 'write some darn poetry' mission, so I must catch up with that forthwith--that is, if I can stop watching White Collar. Oops. Thanks for the recommendation, daigranon1 ...asldkjalskdjsad, if I'd had any idea how many of my not-that-guilty pleasures it indulged, I'd have started watching it ages ago. Eeeee. ♥ I'm up to episode 11 of the first season. It is pretty terrific to get into a show that's actually on the air and doing well for once. Particularly one that delights me enough that I can't get through an episode without squeeing out loud at the screen and/or giggling like a maniac.

Television watching exploits aside, I am still caught in this list-making frenzy. Past two days have yielded a Plan Things to Do Over Break list (in several sections), Christmas shopping list, things to get done this week list, general time periods/'stages' in my independent project story list, people to phone list, and a places to wander list. And I just made a list of lists. O, sinister.

At least my thumb's only got a Band-Aid now & not a bulky bandage so my handwriting has returned to normal. Yes, 'normal' looks like spiderlegs and loop-de-loops, but it's better than it was, trust me.

This week should be a good one--Wednesday was the Bilingual Books party (always a treat--and this time there were two huggable sheepdogs!); this Saturday's the caroling party (& if you're reading this, you're invited), Sunday mom & I are loitering downtown & going to see the Men's Chorus, & Elyse's birthday outing is on Monday. Hopefully all this will distract me from...y'know. Time. One semester?!?!?!
 
 
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redeemable for six adjectives of your choice
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.

Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.


I don't think I've ever used the phrase 'win my heart' in a serious context...Collapse )

Hey. Hey. By the by. Guess what. I deserve to indulge in several shrieks of weird-vowelling victory--'cause I finished the heck out of the Bacchae this evening. :D Triumph! Well, of a sort. Now comes the fun part: hunting down the poetry. I could make a joke about the task being even more difficult than finding all the pieces of Pentheus scattered around Kithairon, but that would be tasteless. Oh, wait. I did it anyway.

Leaving for Seattle tomorrow! Should probably pack. Eh. Later. Today was a lots-lots-&-lots-of-tea day.

Looking forward to all kinds of returns.

Okay! Time for wine & Wensleydale. With cranberries!


E.
 
 
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redeemable for six adjectives of your choice
12 December 2010 @ 11:32 am
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.


soonerbee, I hope you're satisfied: you once predicted that were I to do this meme I'd squirm & forget everything interesting about myself--

--your powers of prophecy are revealed! A regular Tiresias. Except I didn't yell at you.Collapse )

...and a little anteater too. :x Can't even deal with the cute. It. It's so itty and its climbing skills are so dubious.

It bears mentioning that I don't think of myself as tremendously interesting or--hm, difficult or complicated or what-have-you. Because I spend all day & all night lounging around in my own head, and we've gotten a little weary of one another. "Oh--it's you again," I greet myself in mirrors & periods of vague introspection. It's not that I think I'm dull, per se. I just think that the imaginary people racketing around in here are a good deal more interesting. O, and you all too. ♥

Medea was last night! I think it went really well. People who came seemed to like it a lot--a couple friends/acquaintances told me I was frightening, which was rather the point, and such a relief, because I'm always frightened I can't do frightening. You know me. It was a really challenging part for me for that reason. Not only a truckload of super-intense and/or violent emotions, but shifting gears four or five times in the space of ten minutes (or one monologue!). D-desperate helplessness RAGE! RAGE! disgust fawwww~~ning? prophecy. ...regret. Icy resolution. Rinse & repeat. Put me through a wringer. & that's not to mention the Greek! but I'm really pleased with how it all turned out, & the entire cast & crew kicked ass.

...And now it's over. Post-play strangeness strikes again. All those weeks of pacing around the livingroom shouting Greek at lamps and it's finished in a day. The end of the semester's still more alarming. Time! Aaaa! One more semester?!?! What?! Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!



...& speaking of things that make me go "Aaaa", Goodbye Chains has done it again. Colin: you're stupendous. I love you. Waiting for Tuesday is going to be a hell.

Bizarrely enough, Goodbye Chains has been my one respite from Webcomics Woe this month--Red String? Penny & Aggie? Gunnerkrigg Court? It's like they all became incredibly tense and depressing at once! What gives? What's winter done to writers? I haven't been doing that much writing myself as of late, but none of it's been this distressing. I discovered that someone was a charmingly bad letter-writer & that someone else is eagerly anticipating the composition of his own elegy--that's about it.

OK. Back to Greek. 189 lines to go and I've finished banging through the Bacchae. !!! What.


E.

P.S. ...Greek. That reminds me, I have a potentially amusing anecdote for you about what happened after the play last night. Wine & blood, among other things.Collapse )
 
 
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redeemable for six adjectives of your choice
09 December 2010 @ 11:08 am
--she said, two months later.

Er. Hi?

First, this meme that's been going around--several of you have recently finished it (yes, I have in fact been faithfully reading the f-list, just not commenting, wretch that I am). My tardy attempt.

Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.


Okay: the first one is actually to a few people.Collapse )

I really don't know what to say. The past couple months have been pretty terrific, & (surprise surprise) extremely busy. What's the result?

Hmm--let me see--yesterday was a lovely day, even if I was useless & unproductive all morning followed by an interminable Medea rehearsal. Went to the chamber music & madrigal choir concert and it was delightful. Spent the rest of the evening hanging about with a couple friends & (I swear to God) practicing Greek scansion. Dactyllic hexameter & iambic trimeter, huzzah! I am going to hunt down Will and make him teach me about dochmiacs (and bacchiacs, whatever they are) this weekend for sure. & around a quarter to twelve we trudged up to campus in the freezing cold (the word gelidus comes to mind) for Midnight Breakfast. For those poor unfortunate souls who don't attend Marlboro College, Midnight Breakfast is just what it sounds like, & it happens every semester the night before the deadline for submitting for Writing Requirement. Maddened, sleep-deprived freshmen join gleeful upperclassmen for a deranged night of bad music, dancing, & food cooked by slightly bemused faculty members. It's hard to swallow that I've only got one left. :(

Maybe I should make a list--

Things I Can Remember Having Happened Sometime Over the Past 'A While, I Guess'

--Medea rehearsals. Loads & loads & loads. Great fun. I love theatre and I love Greek tragedy and hitherto I'd never combined 'em, but definitely very rewarding. If anyone who read this was in Vermont, I'd implore them to come join us for an evening of bastards, soliloquizing, and infanticide. Plus, towards the very end of the play I get to try desperately not to suck at pronouncing Greek! yay! Now I've got the bug & I just sort of want to go memorize loads of Greek drama, poetry, etc. It is just about the coolest language, you guys, even though I'm woefully inadequate at it so far.
--Plan. What else is new. I actually have a very solid idea of what both my papers are about now, so I just...have to write them. Kimble, get off your ass & do that.
--On a related note, finished preliminary "what the heck is grammar?" clunky voyage through Tristia I! Got about three hundred lines left of the Bacchae, & then it's all translation hell from there. Exciting!
--Less triumphantly, broke my computer and my relationship within the same week. The former may or may not be fixable. The latter was on its last legs. I actually feel like a weight's been lifted, really, as I suspected I would, although I feel a little guilty about that... |D
--I gave up on NaNoWriMo for the first time ever, though I got about 20k in before doing so. Just too swamped! but as penance for ditching NaNo a friend & I are going to write a poem a day through December. I would have a perfect record, except I did not write a poem yesterday. Will write two today to make up for it.
--I am now (I believe) about halfway through the fourth season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. At long last, I'll understand references to this show--which, for the record, I'm enjoying immensely.
--My mom visited for Thanksgiving & we had a wonderful time, both when she was staying at the cottage & when we went to this little, ridiculously luxurious B&B called the Three Mountain Inn. They never stopped feeding us! It was foggy & mysterious up there & full of fireplaces. And seeing Mom is always, y'know, the best thing, because I can talk to her about anything and she offers a level-headed perspective + a sense of humor.
--...plus, we went to the Vermont Country Store and now my cabinet's full of preposterous food.

Speaking of food, I am going to go eat some of that before I perish.

♥ to all. I will probably be around more now that it's the end of the semester & work's died down a little.
 
 
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redeemable for six adjectives of your choice
20 October 2010 @ 01:25 am
In a moment I'm off (hopefully) to work out some sort of point for my Rushdie response this week (past Oh Gosh That Guy I Like Him A Lot or Isn't Greek Mythology Endlessly Entertaining) but, in the meantime, a memetastic interlude. This may be all this journal will see for a while; I keep meaning to wander on over here and say something of...oh, I don't know. Interest or substance or action. Or even a straight-up "I am doing this" or "I am feeling this," proper diary fare. I haven't had the urge in forever, though.

I'm contemplating ditching vazavati for a new journal at some point in the future--end of this semester? end of this year? Of course I'd take everyone along with me; this journal's rarely friendslocked these days and I haven't any Internet shame to escape. xD Still, I'd have to think of a new name. I'm also hoping to dust off semicolonized for NaNo this year.

I always say I'm going to do that, though. |D

Memes!

Leave a comment saying, "COMMENT" and I will give you five words I associate with you. Then post about what they mean to you, along with this, at your journal.

From kuzujuk, I received:

Joyce: Oh, my lord. What Does James Joyce Mean to Me: the worst application essay no one ever devised. Though Sarah Lawrence's "Define what learning means to you in 500 words" comes close. Now there's some bullshit. But. Joyce. Ah. Well, he is a person. He's the guy on my wall wearing the polka-dotted bow tie and the eyepatch and the disheartened expression demanding that I devote my entire Life to reading his works; he was a singular sort. I was introduced to Joyce fall semester of freshman year, when Laura (my advisor at the time) told me I ought to take Heather's James Joyce class instead of her fairytales & fantasy class. My response: "James who?" It all seems a bit surreal now. In a way, Joyce spelled the end of my long period of reading/writing fantasy, though Rushdie and The Satanic Verses (and Zimmerman's Metamorphoses) had already started that process for me.

He's kind of a thorn in my side at times. Also, he is preposterously inspiring. He was not himself insane, but there is a wonderful crackling batshit insanity in the sheer volume and density of a book like Ulysses, and his--hmm, energy, forward motion, ambition, linguistic imagination--it's all stuff I'd really like to emulate. He's so much more positive than a lot of his drearier contemporaries. A smirking bastard to be sure, but not half as bad as that asshat T.S. Eliot. Joyce makes me feel very optimistic about the possibilities inherent in language, and the reconciliation of colliding tongues. ♥ I could go on for pages (& with more useful specifics) but I'll stop.

& if anyone ever wants to be talked into reading Joyce, come to me. He's been done a great disservice by his own notability--everyone's all "Oh, Christ, it's James Joyce, that grand inaccessible intellect and his impenetrable books, run awaaaaaay!" when he's really quite relatable and human and hilarious. I swear I swear.

Rain: It's the best, obviously! Well, rain & wind. Particularly thunderstorms. O, and snow, too. Everyone out here in the Northeast says "Ah, riiiight, you're from Seattle" but really my fellow Seattleites often disagree with me on this point too. I almost invariably prefer dark or wintry weather. This is not (as some have said) because I am a secret vampire. Rain means happy Emily prancing about the house running gleefully to and from windows, receiving scowls from every quarter. Also, rain means better writing. Can't write much of anything in full sunlight save mediocre discontented poetry.

Tsubasa: Arguably, my favorite manga. There are some I love as much, but none that I love better. Yes, the ending's a cluster%$#@ and yes, it's as indulgently CLAMPish as CLAMP ever gets. But--Kurogane, damn it. Need I say more? I miss the series terribly. I'm very pleased to have converted bellarabesques to it--soonerbee, I swear, after Moby-Dick this ought to be your next project. Tsubasa is a comfort series for me; it makes me happy and nostalgic.

Corsica: I've got to get back. I don't know how to talk about it anymore. I loved being there. I want to go back with people I know, or maybe by myself. I feel like I misplaced it. It's one of the best experiences I've had; one of the most amazing places I've ever been.

Marlboro: How the hell did I end up a senior? Marlboro is my eccentric, erratic, ice-brittle distraction of a marvelous college. It looks like I will probably be graduating next spring; I'm not entirely certain what will happen after that. It may be easier to figure out What It All Meant once I've got some distance from the place, because right now it doesn't seem like I'll ever leave, but I know I will.

Reply and I'll give you four fandoms. You then have to make an entry writing about your favorite character from each fandom, and why.

From soonerbee:

Goodbye Chains: ...It's Colin. It's always been Colin. I love Banquo, but Colin is my favorite, and I'd also argue that he's always been the hero of the story (for a given value of hero, obviously). I love what a huge dork he is. I love his wacky, ill-advised brand of Communism and his silly sunglasses (though seeing his eyes? o gosh. hello mister) and his mistakes and bizarre good intentions and his smiles when slightly askew and just what a decent guy he is, despite what I believe him capable of doing. I'm afraid for him in Act III. :( Like I said on Facebook, if Act III's plot doesn't consist of 'Colin Has a Picnic and Stays Out of Trouble', I'm going to angst buckets by the time they see this one through.

I ought to mention, though, for the record, that there really isn't a weak character in GC. There are plenty I don't like and a few I'll resent for all time for good reason, but they're all well-written and well-drawn and go read this comic, everybody, seriously.

Eyeshield 21: I'm going to have to side with half the fanbase on this one and say Hiruma, though I have a special fondness for so many damn characters in this (gigantic) cast. xD ♥ Particularly the outrageous hybrids of Utter Cool and Utter Dorkiness. Rui, Akaba, I'm lookin' at you. And I've always been quite fond of Sena, actually--though not my favorite in the series, he's one of my all-time favorite shonen protagonists. But. Hiruma. Hiruma made me laugh the most, and Hiruma managed to be believable (and heartwarming!) when he had no business being believable, and I'm a sucker for magnificent bastards who really do end up giving a damn every time. Plus, he's just a big screw you to every dull or stoic sports-mentor figure in the history of fiction. Ya-ha!

xxxHolic: Auuuuugh! I can't deciiiiide! I like everyone, and I like them best in conjunction with each other. This series is at times so distant and abstract I have to cling to the cast for dear life and I'd happily hang on to every one of them. Which is why I'm so out of sorts post-timeskip, because I want the girls back. >:|

Moby-Dick: Oh, Ishmael, I love you and I am love your archetype, but my heart belongs to Ahab. Good ol' Captain Soliloquy. Yellin' at the gods and talkin' to the sea. In the midst of the personified impersonal, a personality stands here. Nothing is ever going to be as badass as The Candles. soonerbee, just you wait.
 
 
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