timeripple: (fyeah curly redheaded heroines)
It is my one-year breakup-with-Boston anniversary. Not sure how I feel about it; trying not to think too much.

I will say that the food around here is better, though not necessarily the chai.
timeripple: (anenome)
Alas, I have been delinquent from this journal as usual by the twin causes of travel and sloth. A few weeks ago I traipsed about New York City with [livejournal.com profile] mousapelli, eating everything in sight, getting stuck in a human traffic jam, and inflicting much merry butchery upon the ears of the Karaoke Duet staff. (I maintain that KAT-TUN songs as rendered by your resident hoarse Disney Princess are hilarious.) The next day it was my honor to attend my dear [livejournal.com profile] a4yroldfaerie’s wedding in a shocking fuschia dress and sparkly black nail polish. Many the portions of mac’n’cheese that were consumed at the reception, and many the cranberry vodkas too; many the tales that flew about the table.

Thence to Boston to see more old friends and do a little holiday helping at the bookstore. Many lines of Tiny Homer were set and printed! More mac’n’cheese was consumed! Also dumplings. (Look, I promise I did some actual bookselling on this trip; I didn’t just sit around eating. Not entirely anyway. Ahem. Right. I, uh, also drank some chai.)

I do love bookselling during the holidays. Everything is happy chaos. It was totally not my idea to goad J. into playing four-part harmony carols over the loudspeaker… in Korean. Nuh-uh.

I managed not to burst into uncontrollable sobbing until my return plane was about half an hour out from landing. Which I guess is an improvement? Last time I only made it about as far as Jamaica Plain. XD

So I’ve been trying to think about how to sum up this year, philosophize about it, and really that isn’t working out so well. So instead, have a list of all the books I read for the first time this year, chronologically organized. (I’m, uh, leaving out most of the picturebooks and re-reads, because that would make this even more ridiculously long. I’ve included release dates for any that aren’t out yet and also those that came out in 2012 for nefarious purposes of my own. Yes, my present to myself was a giant stack of galleys purloined from the buying office.)

The Year in Review )

Currently reading: Antigonick by Sophocles and Anne Carson. "Footsteps pass so perilously soft across the sea in marble winter." There are no page numbers but the quote is from a choral speech pretty early on.

So there you have it. Happy New Year, all.
timeripple: (dulac fiddle)
My internet darlings, I am long since returned from BEA, where I did manage to acquire a few galleys but not many (and it was like pulling teeth or dodging piranhas to get the ones I did. Luckily J. was with me, and she is tiny, vicious and without scruple). On plus side, was weighed down only by books I really wanted. Also plus side: spending lots of time with [livejournal.com profile] a4yroldfaerie and her cat and her roommate's cat, the latter of whose affections I seem to be branded a thief. NOT MAH FAULT TEH KITTEHS LIEK ME.

This evening I sat down to write, typed in the date, and promptly had to go get yet another glass of pink lemonade-mint mojito-flavored seltzer water concoction. Mmmm, refreshing. The temperature was in the upper nineties today for no good reason that I can see. I remembered to close my windows before I left, but it is still quite hot and stuffy indoors.

The temperature outside was actually quite bearable, once I accepted that my entire body was going to feel like it was made of molten lead all day.

Today's adventure involved, well, venturing out to the Boston Paper Collective to set type for, in my book artsy friend R.'s words, “tiny Homer”. Translation: it took a bit over two hours to set, by hand, the first ten lines of Chapman’s Iliad. In six-point Bodoni.

That... that is really tiny.

I had to take a break halfway through. And I kept cracking up at Chapman's idea of translation, which is more like really elaborate retelling.

AND IT WAS SUPER COOL.
timeripple: (dulac fiddle)
Why am I still awake at 2:40 am?

Gahhh.

Well, anyway it's Poetry Month, so have a link to a poetry tumblr to which I regularly contribute:

BooksellersFoundPoetry

and a nonsense yet oddly appropriate-to-this-post poem that I found in my list of books-sold the other day:

Good night. I love you.
Good night, Boston.
It's useful to have a duck.
timeripple: (riko says buzzer beat!)
Happy to report romance writers meet'n'greet *hic* complete *hic* success!

Now, *hic* ramen! ♥
timeripple: (nodame nom nom)
I've been trying to make my posts more thematically linked and less random, but I don't really feel like sorting through all the thoughts I've had since my last post, so you're going to get an old-fashioned rambly epistolary sort of thing like I used to write back when I had adventures and no job. Here you will find detailed descriptions of food, some talky bits about books, and the long-awaited return of that anchor of adventures, the staple of swashbuckling, the don of drinks--BUBBLE TEA!

First proper snow of the season. On March 1. )


Life: it's happening.
timeripple: (attir'd with stars)
Merry Christmas and Happy Hannukah, and also Belated Solstice! Here is a list of things I have learned this holiday season, mostly related to work:

1) Breakfast is important. No, a single slice of pumpkin bread is not breakfast. It is delicious, but you will regret it when the hordes descend and you realize it’s still three hours till lunch.

2) Don’t order individual sub sandwiches in quantity. Just don’t. It can only end in heartbreak.

3) Your bandmates co-workers are your most precious things. Do what you have to in order to keep them functional. If this involves using part of your break to get them sandwiches (but see #2), or playing ridiculous jpop before opening to make them laugh, or making them read Strawberry Moshi or Fruits Basket, or watch The Hobbit trailer or Stephen Colbert-Rain dance-off without sound on the sales floor, so be it.

4) Sometimes, if it’s very early morning and still dark out and you haven’t had much sleep, the blue lights in the trees at Central Square really look like stars.

...

Off to read some more of The Dark Is Rising and check on that pumpkin pie in the oven. It's important to make your own traditions. I think these are two excellent ones to be going on with.

Don't forget I love I love I love you.
timeripple: (attir'd with stars)
Merry Christmas and Happy Hannukah, and also Belated Solstice! Here is a list of things I have learned this holiday season, mostly related to work:

1) Breakfast is important. No, a single slice of pumpkin bread is not breakfast. It is delicious, but you will regret it when the hordes descend and you realize it’s still three hours till lunch.

2) Don’t order individual sub sandwiches in quantity. Just don’t. It can only end in heartbreak.

3) Your bandmates co-workers are your most precious things. Do what you have to in order to keep them functional. If this involves using part of your break to get them sandwiches (but see #2), or playing ridiculous jpop before opening to make them laugh, or making them read Strawberry Moshi or Fruits Basket, or watch The Hobbit trailer or Stephen Colbert-Rain dance-off without sound on the sales floor, so be it.

4) Sometimes, if it’s very early morning and still dark out and you haven’t had much sleep, the blue lights in the trees at Central Square really look like stars.

...

Off to read some more of The Dark Is Rising and check on that pumpkin pie in the oven. It's important to make your own traditions. I think these are two excellent ones to be going on with.

Don't forget I love I love I love you.
timeripple: (dulac fiddle)
Seems Autumn has barely started and now it’s almost over. We had a few beautiful days, but mostly wacky weather. Sixty-degree winter is no fun, let me tell you.

So tired. Feel like I spend all day at work going around like this: D: D: D: We’re all getting Thursday off, right? No big deal. Five days in a row is nothing. Regular 9-to-5 people do that all the time!

Urgh. *facepalm*

Holidays. I liked them better before, when I actually had time to spend making things holiday-pretty. Now I'm just struggling to keep up with day-to-day things.

I also suspect I have not been making an effort to eat properly. Thinking of what I’ve eaten this past week, all that comes to mind is bagels and chai. No, I made spaghetti and pasta sauce last night. That had vegetables in it. Well, carrots.

On plus side, I have been having a literature-induced fashion revolution. I believe it was Cherie Priest who said “Steampunk is what happens when Goths discover brown.” I’m no Goth (though some of my friends would argue that I own a lot of black clothing). But I have been embracing brown lately. With the advent of autumn came a relentless craving for brown boots. A few years ago in Sephora the sales rep mentioned that I should be using brown mascara rather than black, and she was right: it gives me a softer, less severe look, makes my skin less red. (Curiously enough, red hair also solved that problem. *sigh* One of these years I really will invest in henna.)

But the fashion revolution! Yes. Brown. I have also purchased a flowy floral-patterned purple knee-length dress that I wear over gray skinny jeans with the boots. I realize the dress-over-jeans look was so 2005, and also considered questionable by some even at the time, but I sort of liked it, and I figure stretchy skinny jeans are really halfway to leggings anyway. (Also: Leggings. Are. Not. Pants. Unless you’re going horseback riding, in which case they’re breeches anyway.)

So: maybe it’s the birthday, my progress into the other half of twentysomething and the ensuing thoughts about Life, the Universe, and Everything (Including Fashion); maybe it’s Boston and not New York affecting my palette; maybe it’s steampunk. Probably it is all those things.

But I’m gonna say it’s mostly steampunk, because that sounds better. And implies dirigibles.

What influences your fashion?
timeripple: (dulac fiddle)
Seems Autumn has barely started and now it’s almost over. We had a few beautiful days, but mostly wacky weather. Sixty-degree winter is no fun, let me tell you.

So tired. Feel like I spend all day at work going around like this: D: D: D: We’re all getting Thursday off, right? No big deal. Five days in a row is nothing. Regular 9-to-5 people do that all the time!

Urgh. *facepalm*

Holidays. I liked them better before, when I actually had time to spend making things holiday-pretty. Now I'm just struggling to keep up with day-to-day things.

I also suspect I have not been making an effort to eat properly. Thinking of what I’ve eaten this past week, all that comes to mind is bagels and chai. No, I made spaghetti and pasta sauce last night. That had vegetables in it. Well, carrots.

On plus side, I have been having a literature-induced fashion revolution. I believe it was Cherie Priest who said “Steampunk is what happens when Goths discover brown.” I’m no Goth (though some of my friends would argue that I own a lot of black clothing). But I have been embracing brown lately. With the advent of autumn came a relentless craving for brown boots. A few years ago in Sephora the sales rep mentioned that I should be using brown mascara rather than black, and she was right: it gives me a softer, less severe look, makes my skin less red. (Curiously enough, red hair also solved that problem. *sigh* One of these years I really will invest in henna.)

But the fashion revolution! Yes. Brown. I have also purchased a flowy floral-patterned purple knee-length dress that I wear over gray skinny jeans with the boots. I realize the dress-over-jeans look was so 2005, and also considered questionable by some even at the time, but I sort of liked it, and I figure stretchy skinny jeans are really halfway to leggings anyway. (Also: Leggings. Are. Not. Pants. Unless you’re going horseback riding, in which case they’re breeches anyway.)

So: maybe it’s the birthday, my progress into the other half of twentysomething and the ensuing thoughts about Life, the Universe, and Everything (Including Fashion); maybe it’s Boston and not New York affecting my palette; maybe it’s steampunk. Probably it is all those things.

But I’m gonna say it’s mostly steampunk, because that sounds better. And implies dirigibles.

What influences your fashion?
timeripple: (anenome)
Happy Halloween!

Have a poem by Neil Gaiman:

The tower's built of spit and spite,
Without a sound, without a sight.
The biter bit, the bitter bite.
(It's better to be out at night.)


This year I had not one but TWO Halloween costumes! You see, I was determined to dress up for work, and also I was invited to an Alice in Wonderland party because apparently I am popular like that. Ahahahaha. For the party I teamed up with two co-workers, and we went as Drink Me, Eat Me, and Bite Me.

Guess which one I was. XD

En route we discovered that that pretty much made us a band, since I was already wearing all black and eyeliner and had said "I hate everything" about five times already that day. (Liquid eyeliner: that stuff's no joke.) So: next time you need a band to sing about food, call ye on The Gastronomers of Wonderland.

Then today I again braved the perils of liquid eyeliner to be Eyelinered Professor McGonagall. I am so happy that this year it was cold enough to wear all the parts of my costume at the same time (unlike last year). I wore my Save Ginny t-shirt, plaid(-ish) skirt, green velvety dress-gone-horribly-wrong-but-redeemed-as-robe, and the black witch's robe that was first used as a Death Eater costume lo these many years gone (that also involved liquid eyeliner, come to think of it). I scraped my hair up and looked pretty McGonagall-ish if I do say so myself.

Occasionally I would say things like “ten points from Slytherin” just because.

♥ How are you all celebrating? ♥
timeripple: (anenome)
Happy Halloween!

Have a poem by Neil Gaiman:

The tower's built of spit and spite,
Without a sound, without a sight.
The biter bit, the bitter bite.
(It's better to be out at night.)


This year I had not one but TWO Halloween costumes! You see, I was determined to dress up for work, and also I was invited to an Alice in Wonderland party because apparently I am popular like that. Ahahahaha. For the party I teamed up with two co-workers, and we went as Drink Me, Eat Me, and Bite Me.

Guess which one I was. XD

En route we discovered that that pretty much made us a band, since I was already wearing all black and eyeliner and had said "I hate everything" about five times already that day. (Liquid eyeliner: that stuff's no joke.) So: next time you need a band to sing about food, call ye on The Gastronomers of Wonderland.

Then today I again braved the perils of liquid eyeliner to be Eyelinered Professor McGonagall. I am so happy that this year it was cold enough to wear all the parts of my costume at the same time (unlike last year). I wore my Save Ginny t-shirt, plaid(-ish) skirt, green velvety dress-gone-horribly-wrong-but-redeemed-as-robe, and the black witch's robe that was first used as a Death Eater costume lo these many years gone (that also involved liquid eyeliner, come to think of it). I scraped my hair up and looked pretty McGonagall-ish if I do say so myself.

Occasionally I would say things like “ten points from Slytherin” just because.

♥ How are you all celebrating? ♥

Irene

Aug. 27th, 2011 03:37 pm
timeripple: (anenome)
It's here!

Well, okay, it’s just raining right now, and it’s not even windy, and I’m pretty sure it’s not even a thunderstorm, that’s just the new people moving in down the hall. Still, there is a definite sense of “it’s begun!” breaking up the anticipation that’s been everywhere the past 24 hours.

That is a lot of rain. Guess I better go lock the windows.

And then maybe fiddle.

Irene

Aug. 27th, 2011 03:37 pm
timeripple: (anenome)
It's here!

Well, okay, it’s just raining right now, and it’s not even windy, and I’m pretty sure it’s not even a thunderstorm, that’s just the new people moving in down the hall. Still, there is a definite sense of “it’s begun!” breaking up the anticipation that’s been everywhere the past 24 hours.

That is a lot of rain. Guess I better go lock the windows.

And then maybe fiddle.
timeripple: (nyc summer)
I'm at the new JetBlue wing of JFK. It’s pretty great. I’m sitting here brainstorming on my laptop, sipping on a smoothie, updating LJ, feeling pretty great. I love JFK, you guys.

I love airports. I have had no sleep. [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl, the cookies are in the freezer. Uh, just because. It seems like all my efforts to make cookies for my co-workers are being thwarted lately. Last night I bought sugar and chocolate chips but not butter or vanilla. Sigh.

The 4th was wonderful--opening at work, then three (count 'em, three) get-togethers. Apparently I'm popular like that? Ahahahaha.

I stuck around just long enough to eat my first tofurkey (whyyyyy) hot dog (edible, especially with ketchup) and to sample the desserts (most important) and then hi-tailed it out to Kendall Square and after some navigation fail managed to find everybody right by the river. The fireworks were magnificent as always--I forgot nearly everything else, as always, and stared (probably open-mouthed) in wonder. I do so enjoy the 1812 Overture punctuated by spouts of fire.

We walked home afterward. I think I gave myself shin splints. Oops. Note to self: don’t walk long distances in flip-flops. Which is of course why I’m wearing them right now. At the airport. Oh well.

Gotta go. Just get up and go~/ The show must go on~
timeripple: (nyc summer)
I'm at the new JetBlue wing of JFK. It’s pretty great. I’m sitting here brainstorming on my laptop, sipping on a smoothie, updating LJ, feeling pretty great. I love JFK, you guys.

I love airports. I have had no sleep. [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl, the cookies are in the freezer. Uh, just because. It seems like all my efforts to make cookies for my co-workers are being thwarted lately. Last night I bought sugar and chocolate chips but not butter or vanilla. Sigh.

The 4th was wonderful--opening at work, then three (count 'em, three) get-togethers. Apparently I'm popular like that? Ahahahaha.

I stuck around just long enough to eat my first tofurkey (whyyyyy) hot dog (edible, especially with ketchup) and to sample the desserts (most important) and then hi-tailed it out to Kendall Square and after some navigation fail managed to find everybody right by the river. The fireworks were magnificent as always--I forgot nearly everything else, as always, and stared (probably open-mouthed) in wonder. I do so enjoy the 1812 Overture punctuated by spouts of fire.

We walked home afterward. I think I gave myself shin splints. Oops. Note to self: don’t walk long distances in flip-flops. Which is of course why I’m wearing them right now. At the airport. Oh well.

Gotta go. Just get up and go~/ The show must go on~
timeripple: (anenome)
Happy Summer! It's been Update Fail City around here, mostly because I've been busy recovering from BEA and Reunion.

BEA was crazy, starting from the minute I walked into the exhibit hall and had to walk back out again to collect myself two minutes later. It was wonderful to spend time with [livejournal.com profile] a4yroldfaerie, who kindly let me stay with her and looked after me and got me invited to fancy things. One of my co-workers joined us on Day 2, and that was the day that turned into the ~*Night of Infamous Karaoke.*~

Scarcely had I returned from the wilds of NYC than it was time for Reunion. The only thing I did to prepare was clean the apartment and dye my hair red again. There were a number of people I was exceedingly happy to see, and campus was beautiful. It kind of stunned me, and I had to remind myself that it looks like this all the time. Nefarious activities included a picnic and fiddling on the lawn; covert re-chalking was much less covert than in bygone days but just as satisfactory. Walking around, going from Munger to Pom, we could have just been on our way to dinner.

With enough of us there, it still feels like home.
timeripple: (anenome)
Happy Summer! It's been Update Fail City around here, mostly because I've been busy recovering from BEA and Reunion.

BEA was crazy, starting from the minute I walked into the exhibit hall and had to walk back out again to collect myself two minutes later. It was wonderful to spend time with [livejournal.com profile] a4yroldfaerie, who kindly let me stay with her and looked after me and got me invited to fancy things. One of my co-workers joined us on Day 2, and that was the day that turned into the ~*Night of Infamous Karaoke.*~

Scarcely had I returned from the wilds of NYC than it was time for Reunion. The only thing I did to prepare was clean the apartment and dye my hair red again. There were a number of people I was exceedingly happy to see, and campus was beautiful. It kind of stunned me, and I had to remind myself that it looks like this all the time. Nefarious activities included a picnic and fiddling on the lawn; covert re-chalking was much less covert than in bygone days but just as satisfactory. Walking around, going from Munger to Pom, we could have just been on our way to dinner.

With enough of us there, it still feels like home.
timeripple: (intellectual dilettante)
I am desperately procrastinating this foggy day, and have been watching massive amounts of Waiting for God, cleaning the bathroom, and baking chocolate cake. Turns out Trader Joe’s box mix is tastier than whatever was on sale at [insert generic supermarket of your choice here] last time I felt the cake urge. Also, it makes a lot more cake.

...

About the Diversity in YA tour stop on May 12! I was there, with my squee and eyeliner on! I bumped into some people I knew from grad school and we had an excellent time talking our trade. The panel: Holly Black, Sarah Rees Brennan, Deva Fagan, Malinda Lo, Cindy Pon, and Francisco X. Stork. Moderated by: the ever-fabulous be-bowtied Roger Sutton. Spotted in the audience: Leah Cypess, Kristin Cashore; assorted Academic Notables. I must drop the Cambridge Public Library a note congratulating them on their excellent running of the event.

It was fun and articulate evening, and it was nice to hear a variety of opinions. I always find Francisco X. Stork refreshing, in his quiet way, because he holds a position that is not so much unpopular as seldom-expressed among the circles of those who take children’s lit seriously: that children's lit can be literary, yes, and serious, but at the same time it can also be fun, and that being fun is a strength.

I got some books signed afterward, then doubled back and spotted Holly Black sitting with no line and a giant pile of rubber bracelets. So I scooted over to talk with her for a few minutes. She gave me a purple Dream worker bracelet, and I blathered about seeing her and Cassie Clare on their first joint tour back in 2007. (I was there getting stuff signed for [livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth, “a long way away”.)

I issued a general invitation to stop by and sign stock, then meandered back towards the T and stopped for Berryline on a whim. I ate it slowly, lingering, when I was hailed by the non-local authors on their way back to wherever. Apparently they decided to stop by that night, since it was handy and all. I led them triumphantly in. On the way out, I showed them our now-infamous re-jacketing of Young Miles, which I thought they might enjoy, as there had been mention of cover drama as part of the Q&A. They took their leave as I stickered the signed copies. I hope they were half as tickled as I was.

...

I don’t recall, as a child, thinking about whether the characters I read about were like me or not. This is probably massive white privilege speaking--most of the characters were probably white, after all. Smart things were said by the panel about identifying with characters unlike oneself--of the opposite sex, for example--without even thinking about it, and about fantasy being a barrier-crosser.

But it occurred to me, especially after Deva Fagan mentioned how much it meant to her to see other female mathematicians, that part of the reason I was so excited to be there was that some of these people had a tremendous impact when I first encountered them--especially [livejournal.com profile] sarahtales and [livejournal.com profile] blackholly--because they were like me (young, female, full of enthusiasm and wonder) and talking about things that were important to me (children’s books, fantasy) in smart and interesting ways.

I am glad I had the chance, after the panel, to tell them so.
timeripple: (intellectual dilettante)
I am desperately procrastinating this foggy day, and have been watching massive amounts of Waiting for God, cleaning the bathroom, and baking chocolate cake. Turns out Trader Joe’s box mix is tastier than whatever was on sale at [insert generic supermarket of your choice here] last time I felt the cake urge. Also, it makes a lot more cake.

...

About the Diversity in YA tour stop on May 12! I was there, with my squee and eyeliner on! I bumped into some people I knew from grad school and we had an excellent time talking our trade. The panel: Holly Black, Sarah Rees Brennan, Deva Fagan, Malinda Lo, Cindy Pon, and Francisco X. Stork. Moderated by: the ever-fabulous be-bowtied Roger Sutton. Spotted in the audience: Leah Cypess, Kristin Cashore; assorted Academic Notables. I must drop the Cambridge Public Library a note congratulating them on their excellent running of the event.

It was fun and articulate evening, and it was nice to hear a variety of opinions. I always find Francisco X. Stork refreshing, in his quiet way, because he holds a position that is not so much unpopular as seldom-expressed among the circles of those who take children’s lit seriously: that children's lit can be literary, yes, and serious, but at the same time it can also be fun, and that being fun is a strength.

I got some books signed afterward, then doubled back and spotted Holly Black sitting with no line and a giant pile of rubber bracelets. So I scooted over to talk with her for a few minutes. She gave me a purple Dream worker bracelet, and I blathered about seeing her and Cassie Clare on their first joint tour back in 2007. (I was there getting stuff signed for [livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth, “a long way away”.)

I issued a general invitation to stop by and sign stock, then meandered back towards the T and stopped for Berryline on a whim. I ate it slowly, lingering, when I was hailed by the non-local authors on their way back to wherever. Apparently they decided to stop by that night, since it was handy and all. I led them triumphantly in. On the way out, I showed them our now-infamous re-jacketing of Young Miles, which I thought they might enjoy, as there had been mention of cover drama as part of the Q&A. They took their leave as I stickered the signed copies. I hope they were half as tickled as I was.

...

I don’t recall, as a child, thinking about whether the characters I read about were like me or not. This is probably massive white privilege speaking--most of the characters were probably white, after all. Smart things were said by the panel about identifying with characters unlike oneself--of the opposite sex, for example--without even thinking about it, and about fantasy being a barrier-crosser.

But it occurred to me, especially after Deva Fagan mentioned how much it meant to her to see other female mathematicians, that part of the reason I was so excited to be there was that some of these people had a tremendous impact when I first encountered them--especially [livejournal.com profile] sarahtales and [livejournal.com profile] blackholly--because they were like me (young, female, full of enthusiasm and wonder) and talking about things that were important to me (children’s books, fantasy) in smart and interesting ways.

I am glad I had the chance, after the panel, to tell them so.

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