timeripple: (moribito: guardian of the badass)
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. I don’t know what it is about the season but there must be something in the water. Other, better socialized people may find getting hit on at work more amusing than I do, or even productive, but my patience is wearing thin. Normally I cultivate an aura of STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME, but for obvious reasons I have to discard it while at my retail job.

Also, as we all know, my heart belongs to a long-dead young scholar named Phanokrates. Are you named Phanokrates? Or Zai Zai? No? Then go away; I have work to do.

Things to Consider before Asking Cute Bookseller Girl on a Date While She's Working )
timeripple: (moribito: guardian of the badass)
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. I don’t know what it is about the season but there must be something in the water. Other, better socialized people may find getting hit on at work more amusing than I do, or even productive, but my patience is wearing thin. Normally I cultivate an aura of STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME, but for obvious reasons I have to discard it while at my retail job.

Also, as we all know, my heart belongs to a long-dead young scholar named Phanokrates. Are you named Phanokrates? Or Zai Zai? No? Then go away; I have work to do.

Things to Consider before Asking Cute Bookseller Girl on a Date While She's Working )
timeripple: (cucumber error (hogfather))
Oh, Homer, baby. Why did I ever leave you? *snuggles*

I mean, come on:

οὐ γάρ τίς μοι ἔτ᾽ ἄλλος ἐνὶ Τροίῃ εὐρείῃ
ἤπιος οὐδὲ φίλος, πάντες δέ με πεφρίκασιν.
(Il. 24.775).

I don't even have a word awesome enough for πεφρίκασιν, that's how awesome this is.
timeripple: (cucumber error (hogfather))
Oh, Homer, baby. Why did I ever leave you? *snuggles*

I mean, come on:

οὐ γάρ τίς μοι ἔτ᾽ ἄλλος ἐνὶ Τροίῃ εὐρείῃ
ἤπιος οὐδὲ φίλος, πάντες δέ με πεφρίκασιν.
(Il. 24.775).

I don't even have a word awesome enough for πεφρίκασιν, that's how awesome this is.
timeripple: (intellectual dilettante)
Ugh, I hate this paper already and I've barely got the abstract cobbled together.

On plus side, my Victorian paper is going to be MADE OF UNSPEAKABLE WIN.

On the minus side, I hate my other paper already.

Ugh. All things considered, I feel the need for extra awesomesauce today. Phips! Fetch me... The Hat.
timeripple: (intellectual dilettante)
Ugh, I hate this paper already and I've barely got the abstract cobbled together.

On plus side, my Victorian paper is going to be MADE OF UNSPEAKABLE WIN.

On the minus side, I hate my other paper already.

Ugh. All things considered, I feel the need for extra awesomesauce today. Phips! Fetch me... The Hat.
timeripple: (intellectual dilettante)
We’re reading Charlotte Mary Yonge’s The Daisy Chain in my Victorian children’s lit class, and I... kind of love it. I’m probably the only person in class who thinks the parts where they talk about Greek are the best bits. (And they talk about Greek a lot. XD) One of the characters has to declaim Priam's speech to Achilles during an examination. Of course I dug out Benner’s Iliad and tried to recite it myself. Scansion fail!

Oh, Greek. I better hurry up and write my weekly theme so I can translate that speech so I can talk about it in class and how it's relevent to the novel. I could just look up a translation, I guess, but it’s more... fun this way?
timeripple: (intellectual dilettante)
We’re reading Charlotte Mary Yonge’s The Daisy Chain in my Victorian children’s lit class, and I... kind of love it. I’m probably the only person in class who thinks the parts where they talk about Greek are the best bits. (And they talk about Greek a lot. XD) One of the characters has to declaim Priam's speech to Achilles during an examination. Of course I dug out Benner’s Iliad and tried to recite it myself. Scansion fail!

Oh, Greek. I better hurry up and write my weekly theme so I can translate that speech so I can talk about it in class and how it's relevent to the novel. I could just look up a translation, I guess, but it’s more... fun this way?
timeripple: (attir'd with stars)
This evening there was a farewell party for a classmate who’s moving out to SF. All that delicious sourdough couldn’t happen to a nicer person. :)

Yawn. Rachel posted about the past week, so I should get my butt in gear and do my own, much chattier version. (She has mastered the art of brevity. I, as you may observe, have not.)

Ahem. Right. But first, a few comments on the Buzzer Beat Inter-Episode Kiss Battle, and other things )

...

Oh right, this was going to be about Adventures in New York.

Last week I took the bus in to the city for an astonishing $1.50, which was great. On the minus side, the passengers were forced to listen to (and watch) Happy Feet for the entire ride.

The excellent [livejournal.com profile] a4yroldfaerie met me uptown and we had awesome pizza and black cherry sodas before heading further up to her place, where everyone was absolutely lovely to me. Her cat promptly decided I was fascinating and new. I happily petted the cat and sat limply in front of the beautiful, beautiful air conditioning. And then we made quiche. Nothing burst into flames this time, but I was most happy with the experience nonetheless. (I was allowed to beat the eggs and wield the pointy cheese-cutting knife. Yeah, my joy in cooking is kind of predictable.)

We awoke in the predawn hours, hauled our stuff over to 81st Street, collected people, and proceeded to camp out for hours and hours to get free tickets for Shakespeare in the Park’s production of The Bacchae. Some of you will probably remember that I was actually in The Bacchae a few years ago. The experience was memorable not only for my lingering affection for the play and tendency to suddenly intone bits of it in Greek, but also for my then-nascent addiction to chai.

Tickets obtained, we crashed for a few hours, ordered Thai, and headed back to the park. The production was really, really good. The music helped a lot-- originally it was musical, of course, and I think that went a long way toward making it accessible. I would personally have cut some of the long choral passages about the beauties of such-and-such fields, but in general having the chorus be an actual chorus worked really well. Dionysus was insolent and hilarious and a little crazy, as he should be, and had perfect Dionysus hair. Well, obviously I don’t know if the flowing curls were perfumed and dripping with oil, but they flowed very nicely.

The production notes were very clear on what an uncomfortable play The Bacchae is. And it IS uncomfortable. It has comic bits that work toward and culminate in tragedy. It has dancing and songs about idyllic fields and innuendo and cross-dressing and hideous, hideous gore. It has a king who is trying to keep his damn city-state functioning, versus a god who is in the right because he is a god, and for whom functioning city-states are completely beside the point.

I kept trying to remember what Nietzsche said about it, and could only remember that it was the only Euripides play he liked, and he didn’t just like it, he loved it.

I was delighted to discover that the translation they used was the same one I’m familiar with. I honestly got chills when the chorus started in on “From the mountains I have come.” And “It is finished” is much more elegant than “Thus have these things turned out” (my own version) for toiond’ apebe tode pragma. (Please pardon the accent fail; I’m functionally font illiterate and moreover working from memory here).

We finished up the evening, as one does, with very elegant desserts and very loud Beatles music. Delicious. ♥

I’ll leave the rest of the week for another time because I am sleepy and have packing to do. My bed, such as it is, is becoming more comfortable by the minute. *snuggles* Sweet dreams to me. (I do hope there is no body-switching tonight...)
timeripple: (attir'd with stars)
This evening there was a farewell party for a classmate who’s moving out to SF. All that delicious sourdough couldn’t happen to a nicer person. :)

Yawn. Rachel posted about the past week, so I should get my butt in gear and do my own, much chattier version. (She has mastered the art of brevity. I, as you may observe, have not.)

Ahem. Right. But first, a few comments on the Buzzer Beat Inter-Episode Kiss Battle, and other things )

...

Oh right, this was going to be about Adventures in New York.

Last week I took the bus in to the city for an astonishing $1.50, which was great. On the minus side, the passengers were forced to listen to (and watch) Happy Feet for the entire ride.

The excellent [livejournal.com profile] a4yroldfaerie met me uptown and we had awesome pizza and black cherry sodas before heading further up to her place, where everyone was absolutely lovely to me. Her cat promptly decided I was fascinating and new. I happily petted the cat and sat limply in front of the beautiful, beautiful air conditioning. And then we made quiche. Nothing burst into flames this time, but I was most happy with the experience nonetheless. (I was allowed to beat the eggs and wield the pointy cheese-cutting knife. Yeah, my joy in cooking is kind of predictable.)

We awoke in the predawn hours, hauled our stuff over to 81st Street, collected people, and proceeded to camp out for hours and hours to get free tickets for Shakespeare in the Park’s production of The Bacchae. Some of you will probably remember that I was actually in The Bacchae a few years ago. The experience was memorable not only for my lingering affection for the play and tendency to suddenly intone bits of it in Greek, but also for my then-nascent addiction to chai.

Tickets obtained, we crashed for a few hours, ordered Thai, and headed back to the park. The production was really, really good. The music helped a lot-- originally it was musical, of course, and I think that went a long way toward making it accessible. I would personally have cut some of the long choral passages about the beauties of such-and-such fields, but in general having the chorus be an actual chorus worked really well. Dionysus was insolent and hilarious and a little crazy, as he should be, and had perfect Dionysus hair. Well, obviously I don’t know if the flowing curls were perfumed and dripping with oil, but they flowed very nicely.

The production notes were very clear on what an uncomfortable play The Bacchae is. And it IS uncomfortable. It has comic bits that work toward and culminate in tragedy. It has dancing and songs about idyllic fields and innuendo and cross-dressing and hideous, hideous gore. It has a king who is trying to keep his damn city-state functioning, versus a god who is in the right because he is a god, and for whom functioning city-states are completely beside the point.

I kept trying to remember what Nietzsche said about it, and could only remember that it was the only Euripides play he liked, and he didn’t just like it, he loved it.

I was delighted to discover that the translation they used was the same one I’m familiar with. I honestly got chills when the chorus started in on “From the mountains I have come.” And “It is finished” is much more elegant than “Thus have these things turned out” (my own version) for toiond’ apebe tode pragma. (Please pardon the accent fail; I’m functionally font illiterate and moreover working from memory here).

We finished up the evening, as one does, with very elegant desserts and very loud Beatles music. Delicious. ♥

I’ll leave the rest of the week for another time because I am sleepy and have packing to do. My bed, such as it is, is becoming more comfortable by the minute. *snuggles* Sweet dreams to me. (I do hope there is no body-switching tonight...)
timeripple: (toma sakura)
Last Saturday I went to a Crooked Still concert, which was (predictably) awesome. Sunday there was a potluck brunch/fiddle house concert/party, which was most interesting and full of tasty food. Today was gloriously rainy, which put me in a good mood. Ever since LA, I have trouble with unoccupied bright sunny days. They make me feel trapped and paranoid, like I should be doing something and don't know what, and I can't decide whether to run around for no reason in the nice weather or lock myself in a dark cellar until it goes away.

Rainy days, now. Those I'll happily run around in for no reason, and then come in out of the wet and not feel guilty about being on the other side of the windowpane.

I don't know. Maybe that's just what spring fever means.

...
Various and sundries, including Himitsu no Hanazono and Alias )
timeripple: (toma sakura)
Last Saturday I went to a Crooked Still concert, which was (predictably) awesome. Sunday there was a potluck brunch/fiddle house concert/party, which was most interesting and full of tasty food. Today was gloriously rainy, which put me in a good mood. Ever since LA, I have trouble with unoccupied bright sunny days. They make me feel trapped and paranoid, like I should be doing something and don't know what, and I can't decide whether to run around for no reason in the nice weather or lock myself in a dark cellar until it goes away.

Rainy days, now. Those I'll happily run around in for no reason, and then come in out of the wet and not feel guilty about being on the other side of the windowpane.

I don't know. Maybe that's just what spring fever means.

...
Various and sundries, including Himitsu no Hanazono and Alias )
timeripple: (dulac fiddle)
So, the Fagles translation of the Odyssey read by Sir Ian McKellen on eleven discs of audiobook goodness.

Pretty much the only possible word at this point is:

AWESOME.
timeripple: (dulac fiddle)
So, the Fagles translation of the Odyssey read by Sir Ian McKellen on eleven discs of audiobook goodness.

Pretty much the only possible word at this point is:

AWESOME.

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