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Happy New Year!

Work has been pretty all-consuming, but I felt very Berkeley this morning—went to the Cheeseboard for a ginger cookie and cheese roll, looked at "comfort shoes" at the mature lady-clothes shop, went to Andronico’s (which has the exact same bulk bins as Monterey Market, only more so). Came home and did half an hour of yoga with assistance from Copernicus the cat. Spent the rest of the day finishing an advance copy of The Blazing World, which I don't think I'm allowed to discuss pre-publication but about which I have many thoughts.

I thought about going back out and getting milk and eggs for a quiche tonight, but in the end opted to make a sort of salad by cooking frozen blackberries together with tofu and leftover sushi rice in a little pot and mixing that with spinach and pepitas garnished with fresh blackberries, sort of a less successful riff on Heidi Swanson’s black rice and cherry salad. It was… not all that delicious, to be honest, but it looked pretty. The white rice absorbs the blackberry juice and looks kind of like pomegranate seeds, if you don’t look too closely. Dinner reading: MFK Fisher’s Musings on Wine and Other Libations. She's delightful.

In other news, inspired by [livejournal.com profile] mousapelli and by extreme intellectual boredom and hatred of retail, I am seriously considering a try at a PhD. Probably in comparative literature rather than straight-up English, though really a mountain--nay, a mountain range--of research needs to be done before I even know where to apply. I had this revelation just in time to miss all application deadlines for this fall, so I'll have to wait almost two years to actually start--assuming I find a program I want that wants me--but I am pretty sure I can fill the time. I have a few real-world sources, but any suggestions and/or advice would be most welcome.

If I insist on spending all my spare time writing scholarly papers about Greek literature in Victorian children's novels, I might as well get credit for it.

My anthropologist housemate K. recommends that I take up kendo to increase my confidence. We shall see.
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I don’t understand how the year can have got to the end of June without my noticing, but I blame it on my housemate’s cat, Copernicus. He is an enormous ginger tabby, and most distracting, though a good companion. He likes to listen to me fiddling and serenading the neighbors with increasingly bizarre versions of Bach minuets on the fancy electronic keyboard. (This is not all that impressive, since two and a half Bach minuets and a very short Mozart thingy are all I actually know how to play.) He also likes to chase (but not eat) hair ties, and to crouch in his crinkly tunnel, only to spring out at a bit of plumy feather at the end of a string tied to a stick. He stomps across the floor if he thinks you’re not paying him enough attention.

In other news, I’ve been settling into my new home, figuring out my commute to work, watching Supernatural (it’s so bad, and yet so amazing), being polite to people with bizarre book requests, running events, filling in for our children’s buyer, reading ARCs at top speed, and totally failing to work on any of my own writing. Though I did rescue the new Penguin Classics De Profundis and Other Prison Writings by Oscar Wilde from the give-away shelf, and have started reading it. (It’s not directly relevant to my work, but it does have to do with applying Greek philosophical writings to Victorian life, so.)

Berkeley is so weird. It’s a lot like Cambridge, only more so. And I keep finding that people are very, very invested in promoting and maintaining a binary gender dichotomy. Is it because mostly I interact with fairly affluent parents while at work? And yet other people, who I might expect to be less invested, are equally so. Do they not realize they live in Berkeley? Does "Berkeley" not mean what I thought it means? I have to say, this is not what I thought the biggest cultural difference from the East Coast would entail. (Well, this and food service.) I didn’t think people would be surprised whenever I go around muttering “Gender is a social construct!” under my breath.

I miss you all so. I woke up this morning fiercely homesick for Wellesley. I’ve been thinking a lot about its rhetoric lately, I suppose; though what I miss is not the rhetoric but my people, both those I met there and later, elsewhere.

Also chai. I’ve found two good places near work, but so far everything in North Berkeley is complete swill, or worse. (Seriously. Last week I had a very nice cup of spiced hot water and mint that tasted like it had never seen tea. I could do better myself with a Lipton bag and no cinnamon.) Happily, the muffins remain excellent. As Oscar Wilde no doubt knew, it is important not to underestimate the importance of a good muffin.
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Happy Valentine’s Day! Or Happy Pan-Universal Be Who You Are Day (thanks, Kristin Cashore!). I don’t have particularly strong feelings about Valentine’s Day one way or another, except that it is inevitably followed by the Second-Greatest Candy Sale Day of the Year (the Greatest Candy Sale Day of the Year being Nov. 1), about which I do have strong feelings. I compromised by wearing black and eyeliner to work, but also wearing pink tights and inexpertly painting my fingernails sparkly pink with black and silver details.

Speaking of work, I’m settling in pretty well, though it’s very different from my last job. But nice too. Clearly I still have a lot to learn about bookselling, though, and should remember not to say “awesomesauce” to little old ladies. I found the world’s best-organized comics store last week and bought Fionna & Cake #1.

FIONA: I was going to ask if you had this, but clearly… you do!
COMICSELLER: Yep!
FIONA: I don’t read nearly enough comics, but I have friends who work for Comic Book Resources, and they said I should read it.
COMICSELLER: Your friends are totally right!
FIONA & COMICSELLER: *mutual approval*

So there you have it. The comics store is right next to a sff/mystery bookstore that has nearly every single Diana Wynne Jones book, and pretty much everything else. *cries from happiness*

In other news, I’m getting used to my housemates and mustering the discipline to work on my paper and taking Korean. I’m eating far too much sourdough bread, which is probably why I haven’t noticeably lost any weight, despite the fact that I walk everywhere and desperately need new shoes. The other day, I got partway up one of the trails behind the house before I got nauseated and decided to turn around and come back down. But I got pretty far, especially for being as out of shape as I am. And the views are spectacular from pretty much anywhere on the trail I picked, as it zigzags up the western face of the hill. (I’m pretty sure that hill counts as a mountain in New England.) Next time I’ll get further. I could see downtown Oakland and San Francisco and the Golden Gate Bridge to Marin County, and the bay shining silver, and a little haze creeping in.

I miss you all, and not everything is perfect, but I haven’t felt this good in a long time. Some days I can’t believe this place is real.

Some days I can.
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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.
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Well, and here we are on 12/12/12. We have just finished setting up the small tree that I tramped down the hillside out back to saw down with my own hands. It is unusually seasonal around here and no mistake. I think it will snow tonight.

Last week I took a very nice business-and-pleasure trip to San Francisco. It was totally unproductive on the job-getting front, it turns out, but I did see old friends and meet wonderful new people. I ate French toast in a sparkly, sparkly diner and had some really fantastic green curry and a really terrible cream puff. (Not all at the same time.) Half the UC Berkeley population randomly smiled at me in a not-particularly-creepy way. There was chai.

I had just enough time to visit The Snowy Day and the Art of Ezra Jack Keats at the Contemporary Jewish Museum. AMAZING. I cannot recommend it enough. The Snowy Day was a landmark picturebook, and the original art pieces are stunning—so rich and vivid. The exhibit had art from many of Keats’s other books as well, and also a little room dedicated to his friendship with a Japanese puppet theatre troupe. Their letters show a mutual artistic appreciation and frank, honest affection that I found very touching.

Then it was time to wait for the Amtrak bus home, and I stood on a footbridge looking across at a conference center with a carousel on top. Oh, SF. ♥
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Happy to report romance writers meet'n'greet *hic* complete *hic* success!

Now, *hic* ramen! ♥
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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.
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At the airport on the way to CA! Why is it that I can never actually sit down to write except when at an airport where there’s literally nothing else to do except walk around carrying luggage and eating fried food?

I have, for the first time, been confronted with a backscatter scanner and requested to opt-out. I had heard horror stories, but these two ladies were very courteous and professional. Much appreciated.

Lalalalala. Typetypetype. I mean there’s always people-watching, but I get enough of that already. And I want to save my book for the flight. It’s an ARC of Froi of the Exiles by Melina Marchetta, sequel to Finnikin of the Rock, and I’m enjoying it, but I had to make a paper cover because I was embarrassed to be carrying it around. Seriously, that much soulful guyliner just does not say “street cred”.



A Day in Pompeii )



Okay, I’ve finished my yogurt and I’m going to find some more food. Just not the greasy noodles.
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Looking back over 2011, it seems that my posting has been extremely irregular. (Like everything else in my life. Sigh.) Here's the year in review meme:

Copy the first sentence from your first entry for each month of the year.

January: Happy New Year!: Okay, so I'm not on my way out to a 2 am rock concert in JAPAN like I was at this time last year.
February: And I am a writer, writer of fictions: Finished this round of revisions, at last.
March: Perhaps for my children your surface will smile: For lack of any hilariously entertaining real-life incidents, I thought I might as well post a review that I've been sitting on for a while.
April: It's that time of year again: Yesterday during the rainstorm I was in the library to pick up a book, as I often am, and was browsing the poetry section looking for Pushkin.
May: Read All the Sequels: Between frantically reading stuff, steeling myself to work on That Damn Thing, crash-teaching myself tunes for the Fiddleheads spring ceili at high speeds, flailing at various authors and poets at the cash register, and having more shelving at work than anybody else in the world, I've been kind of busy.
June: And it feels like I'm home again: Happy Summer! It's been Update Fail City around here, mostly because I've been busy recovering from BEA and Reunion.
July: Hello Hello!: It is time to update the Monster Drama List!
August: Just to prove there once was magic: I've kind of been failing to update regularly, even with Ovid fixed and with his webcam mysteriously working again.
September: Ikemen desu ne ep. 8: ME: It's Jang Geun Suk! SQUEE! HI, JGS! ♥♥♥♥♥
October: Well, my first post of October is flocked, but have the next one: I'll try harder to speak: Autumn is here at last! Tis the season for leaves and apple cider and also, apparently, for single young gentlemen to attempt to score dates at bookstores.
November: I know your mind: I keep meaning to post!
December: What can I compare you to when everything looks like you?: Excuse me while I drop everything to read this advance copy of BITTERBLUE (Kristin Cashore, 2012) that I happen to have here.

I've cheated a bit, as you can see, because a lot of my first sentences are things like "Autumn is here!" or "Happy Summer!" or "Quid novi, amicis? Multi mihi!" (Hey, I think I just figured out the double dative! Did I really just figure out the double dative? THAT WOULD BE AWESOME.) My first post of the new year will probably say something similar. *sigh*

But for now I'm going to get some more cake (nom nom cake. Turns out it IS much better with frosting! Who knew? Um, EVERYONE. HELLO FIONA THAT IS WHY FROSTING WAS INVENTED) and spend some more quality time with the galley of the novel that I have dubbed THE ILIAD: GAY PREQUEL EDITION. And then beta things. Yes.

Happy New Year!
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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?
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Apparently today is Georgette Heyer’s birthday? GAUDEAMUS IGITUR! I recently helped launch a campaign at work to carry more of her books, and I think it worked. I also dared my partner-in-mayhem to do a staff rec for a gay cop/demon romance crimefighting novel (Wicked Gentlemen by Ginn Hale). FOR THE GREATER GOOD!

Look, it’s been MONTHS since our re-jacketing Young Miles stunt. I have to keep myself entertained somehow.

...

Sometimes you just want things that aren’t totally outside of the norm, but that you haven’t had in a while. Sometimes you just want a really good middle grade novel, even though you’re the, you know, resident YA expert. Sometimes you just want the damn Kraft mac’n’cheese even though it has no actual cheese content (normally a cardinal sin against food, but damn, it was tasty the other night).

Sometimes you just want a really good jdrama, one that reminds you of why you started watching them in the first place.

I am watching FOUR!

- Ouran High School Host Club (IT'S PERFECT)
- Hana Kimi remake (I miss Toma terribly even though reboot!Nakatsu is doing a great job)
- Ikemen Desu Ne (I figured it would be gloriously terrible. I did not expect it to be actually glorious!)
- Zenkai Girl (Our Heroine is so much like me in some ways that it’s terrifying)

All of them are currently airing. MY SANITY, WHERE IS IT?

What is it with remake dramas this season being more focused, more tightly written, and having less annoying characters than the originals? Mizuki has a brain and possibly life goals. MIO has a brain and possibly life goals (which is even more astonishing). REN has both a brain AND the emotional maturity of an actual person. Shu is kind of creepy (sorry Fujigaya) but whatever. JeremyYuki is adorable. We can do without Jolie, but Jeremy/Bus OTP! If there’s anybody who needs a bus song it’s him, not Moo Kyul. Maybe Jeremy inspired the bus song in Mary Stayed Out All Night.

ACTUALLY, THAT WOULD EXPLAIN A LOT ABOUT THE BUS SONG. XD

For the first time in about a year and a half, I’m not watching any kdramas. I was sorta keeping an eye on recaps of Heartstrings and Myung-wol the Spy, but Heartstrings is almost over and Myung-wol seems to have gone to hell in a handbasket with production drama, so who knows how that’ll even turn out. Hopefully better than Bad Guy, which faced a similar sudden problem of, uh, NO LEAD ACTOR.

What are you all watching? What are you reading? What do you think of Kraft mac’n’cheese?
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Apparently today is Georgette Heyer’s birthday? GAUDEAMUS IGITUR! I recently helped launch a campaign at work to carry more of her books, and I think it worked. I also dared my partner-in-mayhem to do a staff rec for a gay cop/demon romance crimefighting novel (Wicked Gentlemen by Ginn Hale). FOR THE GREATER GOOD!

Look, it’s been MONTHS since our re-jacketing Young Miles stunt. I have to keep myself entertained somehow.

...

Sometimes you just want things that aren’t totally outside of the norm, but that you haven’t had in a while. Sometimes you just want a really good middle grade novel, even though you’re the, you know, resident YA expert. Sometimes you just want the damn Kraft mac’n’cheese even though it has no actual cheese content (normally a cardinal sin against food, but damn, it was tasty the other night).

Sometimes you just want a really good jdrama, one that reminds you of why you started watching them in the first place.

I am watching FOUR!

- Ouran High School Host Club (IT'S PERFECT)
- Hana Kimi remake (I miss Toma terribly even though reboot!Nakatsu is doing a great job)
- Ikemen Desu Ne (I figured it would be gloriously terrible. I did not expect it to be actually glorious!)
- Zenkai Girl (Our Heroine is so much like me in some ways that it’s terrifying)

All of them are currently airing. MY SANITY, WHERE IS IT?

What is it with remake dramas this season being more focused, more tightly written, and having less annoying characters than the originals? Mizuki has a brain and possibly life goals. MIO has a brain and possibly life goals (which is even more astonishing). REN has both a brain AND the emotional maturity of an actual person. Shu is kind of creepy (sorry Fujigaya) but whatever. JeremyYuki is adorable. We can do without Jolie, but Jeremy/Bus OTP! If there’s anybody who needs a bus song it’s him, not Moo Kyul. Maybe Jeremy inspired the bus song in Mary Stayed Out All Night.

ACTUALLY, THAT WOULD EXPLAIN A LOT ABOUT THE BUS SONG. XD

For the first time in about a year and a half, I’m not watching any kdramas. I was sorta keeping an eye on recaps of Heartstrings and Myung-wol the Spy, but Heartstrings is almost over and Myung-wol seems to have gone to hell in a handbasket with production drama, so who knows how that’ll even turn out. Hopefully better than Bad Guy, which faced a similar sudden problem of, uh, NO LEAD ACTOR.

What are you all watching? What are you reading? What do you think of Kraft mac’n’cheese?
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It's my first Christmas all alone, and overall I feel pretty good about it, actually. ♥

Work has been insane and everybody’s been pretty stressed out, but I’ve actually been having the BEST TIME EVER. Read more... )

In other news, last weekend [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl and I bused down to NY to see [livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth and [livejournal.com profile] mousapelli. We had lunch, exchanged candy, took cell phone photos, then M went home and Rachel and Mousi and I wandered around Kinokuniya for a while and dropped out stuff off at the hotel (Rachel napped while Mousi and I got settled) and then went for karaoke. We had dinner at a tiny Chinese place on the way (it was foul--good thing M wasn’t there--but I took over tea-pouring duties so at least we had tea).

The next morning Mousi and I hit up the bagel place, scored a table, and succeeded in finding the open-air market this time (The Shops at St Bartholomew’s), where we impulsively bought glass pendants. Mine is shaped like a boot. Mousi’s is a blue pineapple. (There were far too many pineapple jokes, thanks to her NaNo this year. I had a stale leftover pineapple bun with me in case of emergencies, and every time I mentioned this fact Mousi insisted she only heard “I have a pineapple”. When I pointed out the blue glass pineapple, she had to have it.) We picked up Rachel and went for karaoke at the other karaoke place (they’d booked our reservation for 12:30 AM, not PM, and in fact didn’t open until 1, so we hung out at the same Starbucks as last August, sipping caramel apple cider and looking at pictures of my hair). Mousi presented me with a handmade scarf, and it's all pink and purple and fuzzy and really warm and I've been wearing it all week. ♥

And here's the part where I talk about my first solo Christmas and get sappy about friendship and Christmas and songs about friendship and Christmas )
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It's my first Christmas all alone, and overall I feel pretty good about it, actually. ♥

Work has been insane and everybody’s been pretty stressed out, but I’ve actually been having the BEST TIME EVER. Read more... )

In other news, last weekend [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl and I bused down to NY to see [livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth and [livejournal.com profile] mousapelli. We had lunch, exchanged candy, took cell phone photos, then M went home and Rachel and Mousi and I wandered around Kinokuniya for a while and dropped out stuff off at the hotel (Rachel napped while Mousi and I got settled) and then went for karaoke. We had dinner at a tiny Chinese place on the way (it was foul--good thing M wasn’t there--but I took over tea-pouring duties so at least we had tea).

The next morning Mousi and I hit up the bagel place, scored a table, and succeeded in finding the open-air market this time (The Shops at St Bartholomew’s), where we impulsively bought glass pendants. Mine is shaped like a boot. Mousi’s is a blue pineapple. (There were far too many pineapple jokes, thanks to her NaNo this year. I had a stale leftover pineapple bun with me in case of emergencies, and every time I mentioned this fact Mousi insisted she only heard “I have a pineapple”. When I pointed out the blue glass pineapple, she had to have it.) We picked up Rachel and went for karaoke at the other karaoke place (they’d booked our reservation for 12:30 AM, not PM, and in fact didn’t open until 1, so we hung out at the same Starbucks as last August, sipping caramel apple cider and looking at pictures of my hair). Mousi presented me with a handmade scarf, and it's all pink and purple and fuzzy and really warm and I've been wearing it all week. ♥

And here's the part where I talk about my first solo Christmas and get sappy about friendship and Christmas and songs about friendship and Christmas )
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A day off, and it’s too hot to go out and actually do much, so [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl and I are holed up at Panera. I am spectacularly failing to write my staff rec for Plain Kate, because I love it like burning and keep getting sucked into re-reading bits and crying and then failing to have the right words.

But it’s nice to have a day with air conditioning and computers and time to just write. I should be doing other things, but I really need this day to just sit and drink chai and write. I’ve been full of ennui lately; the hot weather makes me grumpy and lethargic. Now that I’m full of chai and AC, though, I kind of want to go dancing.

Last Friday M and I walked down Faneuil Hall to the waterfront, then around the back of the aquarium where you can see the seals from outside. Yay! We window-shopped our way back (I was unexpectedly impressed by American Eagle Outfitters jewelry--think it was AE, anyway), and I bought an outrageously expensive (but delicious!) bag of chocolate chip cookies at Quincy market. A good afternoon. I will keep it in my memory to ward off feelings of inadequacy when they come prowling.

In other news, I think I should dye my hair red while I still work at a bookstore and am living the carefree young life. On the one hand, I want to get a job in publishing. On the other hand, I want to continue living the carefree young life. I want, I want, I want.

Note to self: lay off the black v-neck of shoulder-baring awesome. For some reason it has been garnering me a lot of sleazy looks this week. Ugh.

And now, a word or two about Mockingjay! Um, probably kind of spoilery. And super vague. Sorry. But mostly about ships, which are not really the point of the books anyway.

In which the Hunger Games books are like Hana Yori Dango )
timeripple: (intellectual dilettante)
A day off, and it’s too hot to go out and actually do much, so [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl and I are holed up at Panera. I am spectacularly failing to write my staff rec for Plain Kate, because I love it like burning and keep getting sucked into re-reading bits and crying and then failing to have the right words.

But it’s nice to have a day with air conditioning and computers and time to just write. I should be doing other things, but I really need this day to just sit and drink chai and write. I’ve been full of ennui lately; the hot weather makes me grumpy and lethargic. Now that I’m full of chai and AC, though, I kind of want to go dancing.

Last Friday M and I walked down Faneuil Hall to the waterfront, then around the back of the aquarium where you can see the seals from outside. Yay! We window-shopped our way back (I was unexpectedly impressed by American Eagle Outfitters jewelry--think it was AE, anyway), and I bought an outrageously expensive (but delicious!) bag of chocolate chip cookies at Quincy market. A good afternoon. I will keep it in my memory to ward off feelings of inadequacy when they come prowling.

In other news, I think I should dye my hair red while I still work at a bookstore and am living the carefree young life. On the one hand, I want to get a job in publishing. On the other hand, I want to continue living the carefree young life. I want, I want, I want.

Note to self: lay off the black v-neck of shoulder-baring awesome. For some reason it has been garnering me a lot of sleazy looks this week. Ugh.

And now, a word or two about Mockingjay! Um, probably kind of spoilery. And super vague. Sorry. But mostly about ships, which are not really the point of the books anyway.

In which the Hunger Games books are like Hana Yori Dango )
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You guys, I came home from a late closing shift at the bookstore, where people were kind of pissy at me, and I got a headache, and there was a creepy dude smoking pot on the front porch, and then I came home to find that [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl had made me chocolate pudding.

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