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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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I have been adventuring and therefore delinquent as usual, I see.

First there was a brief flying visit with [livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth in New York. (UNIQLO, Organic Coffeehouse fro-yo, and karaoke--very fancy, I even wore a dress.) )


The following week I took a tiny tiny plane to visit my friend M. in the Adirondacks. We talked about poetry a lot; a lake tried to devour me; it was great. )


In between trips I caught a magnificent cold and got teary-eyed over the Declaration of Independence and the thought that people used to just WRITE like that. I mean, "When in the Course of human events..." BAM! Cue tears.

What writing gets you all teary at its sheer greatness?
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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.
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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.
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SOMANYBOOKS.

I started reading my ARC of Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor while hanging out in the ABA lounge. The cover matched my shoes. And 2/3 of the way through, I think I love it.
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SOMANYBOOKS.

I started reading my ARC of Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor while hanging out in the ABA lounge. The cover matched my shoes. And 2/3 of the way through, I think I love it.
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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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I am here to report that I have seen the famous Akanishi hips in person, and they are just as slutty as promised.

[I wrote that last night, because it seemed really important to get that down in writing right away. Now commences the narrative as I sit on the BoltBus back to Boston.] in great and glorious detail )
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I am here to report that I have seen the famous Akanishi hips in person, and they are just as slutty as promised.

[I wrote that last night, because it seemed really important to get that down in writing right away. Now commences the narrative as I sit on the BoltBus back to Boston.] in great and glorious detail )
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[livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl and I are more or less moved into our Den of Asian Drama Awesome (which really needs a different name) and classes have started. [livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth arrived this morning for a reciprocal visit and has collapsed into a nap. The weather is beautiful; I love this time of year, when it's getting cool but things are still green and leafy and just beginning to dry out.

New York Adventures, Part 2: in which we make exploding cake and get wet a lot )

In other news, I have a new best friend. I love it a lot. I love it more than I love my electric toothbrush. More than my rice cooker. Its name is... Swiffer.
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[livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl and I are more or less moved into our Den of Asian Drama Awesome (which really needs a different name) and classes have started. [livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth arrived this morning for a reciprocal visit and has collapsed into a nap. The weather is beautiful; I love this time of year, when it's getting cool but things are still green and leafy and just beginning to dry out.

New York Adventures, Part 2: in which we make exploding cake and get wet a lot )

In other news, I have a new best friend. I love it a lot. I love it more than I love my electric toothbrush. More than my rice cooker. Its name is... Swiffer.
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WHO, you may ask, has an ARC of The Kevin Crossley-Holland New And Improved Book Otherwise Known As Gatty’s Tale? OH YEAH. (The forthcoming US edition is called Crossing to Paradise, but for some reason I can't get the link to work. Sorry. But it is pretty! It is the prettiest ARC I have ever seen! And the cover model has Gatty's river eyes! (Read it and this will all make sense, I swear.))

Also, O Certain Incipient Authors, I know my Certain Acclaimed Author books! You cannot steal her genre-specific vocabulary without my finding out and calling shenanigans!

Thank God they have me to know these things.

Ahem. I mean, long day at the minionship.

My weekend, cut for style )
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WHO, you may ask, has an ARC of The Kevin Crossley-Holland New And Improved Book Otherwise Known As Gatty’s Tale? OH YEAH. (The forthcoming US edition is called Crossing to Paradise, but for some reason I can't get the link to work. Sorry. But it is pretty! It is the prettiest ARC I have ever seen! And the cover model has Gatty's river eyes! (Read it and this will all make sense, I swear.))

Also, O Certain Incipient Authors, I know my Certain Acclaimed Author books! You cannot steal her genre-specific vocabulary without my finding out and calling shenanigans!

Thank God they have me to know these things.

Ahem. I mean, long day at the minionship.

My weekend, cut for style )
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A Thing I Love About New York: the way my skin looks pale gold sometimes in the subway lights.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008
A bit of randomness about Garth Nix, librarians, and weaponry in public places...

ME: I'm reading the sequel to Sabriel, and there are librarians, and they CARRY SWORDS and BEAT DOWN EVIL. WITH MAGIC. AND SWORDS. IN THE LIBRARY. I kind of want to be a librarian now, but only if I get to carry a sword. I'd even settle for a BYOB* librarian job. Not only can librarians be sexy in this degenerate day and age, but they can also be BADASS. I could be the badassedest librarian the world has ever seen!
[livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth: XD
ME: Er. If I can convince the NYPL that they should hire me even though I'm not a student and yet can't work full-time. XD
[livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth: Good luck with that?
ME: Heh. Yeah. But clearly they are desperate. I mean, their central branch YA section isn't even alphabetized! I could be a badass bat'leth-wielding force for order! Without the, you know, bat'leth, because I'm pretty sure the guards at the door would confiscate it, and that would be sad.
[livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth: I... am glad you are so excited.
*BYOB: Bring Your Own Bat'leth

Also there is no more Oriental-flavored Top Ramen in the entire city. I know this, because I have looked. And there is none. Clearly this is the Rubik’s Cubes of Doom’s latest crime against humanity.

Mind you, Top Ramen is probably a crime against humanity. Luckily I have [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl to take me to Chinatown for congee and my favorite broccoli and braised tofu in black mushroom sauce.

Sunday, March 23, 2008
Yup. I have a cold. A beautiful spring day, lots of (well, okay, not lots, but) work to do, and I’m lazing around watching anime. This is junior year all over again. Except with a slightly better angle on the computer screen.

Watching Hana Yori Dango (the jdrama version). ALL OF IT. FINAL EPISODE TINY SPOILERS The TOJ contest: not-very-Irish step dancing to, like, techno Irish music? Heheheheheh. OMG I can’t believe Tsukushi just went all Miss Congeniality on them!!!!! AWESOME! :D:D:D:D:D /SPOILERS Damn this catchy theme song!

Reading Kyou Kara Maou manga... AHAHAHA Conrad’s a Red Sox fan!!!!!... (later) Clearly the reason I fail at relationships in Real Life is because I’m completely in love with Conrad. Even if he is a total sandwich, aka the only person in this entire manga who is not TOTALLY INSANE. Still, sometimes a girl craves grilled cheese, you know? But no, I am sure Conrad has a hint of cream cheese pastry filling somewhere along with the tasty baguette exterior. Or maybe Brie.

Okay, now I really want a baguette.


Also watching Rose of Versailles. Oh, Andre.

All this anime is quite obviously getting to me. I have started thinking in Japanese. This is a problem, since I do not actually know Japanese.

Monday, March 24, 2008
A rabbit has just arrived. I have a country-born native’s scorn of city people who buy bunnies for Easter, and considering the children’s penchant for running around screaming I think this is an ill-considered move. Still, it is quite cute. In a rabbitty sort of way. Its name is Honey Bunny, as far as I can tell. Or possibly Hunny Bunny.

In the best tradition I, of course, will be calling it Killer.
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A Thing I Love About New York: the way my skin looks pale gold sometimes in the subway lights.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008
A bit of randomness about Garth Nix, librarians, and weaponry in public places...

ME: I'm reading the sequel to Sabriel, and there are librarians, and they CARRY SWORDS and BEAT DOWN EVIL. WITH MAGIC. AND SWORDS. IN THE LIBRARY. I kind of want to be a librarian now, but only if I get to carry a sword. I'd even settle for a BYOB* librarian job. Not only can librarians be sexy in this degenerate day and age, but they can also be BADASS. I could be the badassedest librarian the world has ever seen!
[livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth: XD
ME: Er. If I can convince the NYPL that they should hire me even though I'm not a student and yet can't work full-time. XD
[livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth: Good luck with that?
ME: Heh. Yeah. But clearly they are desperate. I mean, their central branch YA section isn't even alphabetized! I could be a badass bat'leth-wielding force for order! Without the, you know, bat'leth, because I'm pretty sure the guards at the door would confiscate it, and that would be sad.
[livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth: I... am glad you are so excited.
*BYOB: Bring Your Own Bat'leth

Also there is no more Oriental-flavored Top Ramen in the entire city. I know this, because I have looked. And there is none. Clearly this is the Rubik’s Cubes of Doom’s latest crime against humanity.

Mind you, Top Ramen is probably a crime against humanity. Luckily I have [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl to take me to Chinatown for congee and my favorite broccoli and braised tofu in black mushroom sauce.

Sunday, March 23, 2008
Yup. I have a cold. A beautiful spring day, lots of (well, okay, not lots, but) work to do, and I’m lazing around watching anime. This is junior year all over again. Except with a slightly better angle on the computer screen.

Watching Hana Yori Dango (the jdrama version). ALL OF IT. FINAL EPISODE TINY SPOILERS The TOJ contest: not-very-Irish step dancing to, like, techno Irish music? Heheheheheh. OMG I can’t believe Tsukushi just went all Miss Congeniality on them!!!!! AWESOME! :D:D:D:D:D /SPOILERS Damn this catchy theme song!

Reading Kyou Kara Maou manga... AHAHAHA Conrad’s a Red Sox fan!!!!!... (later) Clearly the reason I fail at relationships in Real Life is because I’m completely in love with Conrad. Even if he is a total sandwich, aka the only person in this entire manga who is not TOTALLY INSANE. Still, sometimes a girl craves grilled cheese, you know? But no, I am sure Conrad has a hint of cream cheese pastry filling somewhere along with the tasty baguette exterior. Or maybe Brie.

Okay, now I really want a baguette.


Also watching Rose of Versailles. Oh, Andre.

All this anime is quite obviously getting to me. I have started thinking in Japanese. This is a problem, since I do not actually know Japanese.

Monday, March 24, 2008
A rabbit has just arrived. I have a country-born native’s scorn of city people who buy bunnies for Easter, and considering the children’s penchant for running around screaming I think this is an ill-considered move. Still, it is quite cute. In a rabbitty sort of way. Its name is Honey Bunny, as far as I can tell. Or possibly Hunny Bunny.

In the best tradition I, of course, will be calling it Killer.
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I have Been To The Opera! I am vastly excited about this.

The opera was a radical interpretation by Mark Morris of Purcell & Dryden’s King Arthur, mostly without the Dryden and with a lot of country-dance inspired dance awesomeness. I'd read about it beforehand and was therefore forewarned about the abandonment of plot. So: a King Arthur that not only left out the Guinevere/Lancelot boringness, but apparently never had it to begin with. I am strangely fascinated by this. But, as to what I saw:

I particularly liked the “Follow, follow, this way bend” scene with the fairies leading people astray in a wood. With flashlights and mirrored doors. One of them had those running shoes with the little lights. I kid you not! LOVE.

Also the menagerie scene from the last act, featuring a classical ballet prince and princess (making that REALLY TYPICAL ballet running-around-the-forest entrance- you know the one, where the prince in white tights and a blue velvet jacket runs on beautifully, arms spread wide, seeking his betutu’d true love)... and a full chorus of giraffe, lion, flamingo, and random mallard duck. AWESOME. Yeah, I laughed my ass off.

And then there was always one person supremely graceful. That perfect control of muscle and movement, that elasticity, that harmony of skill and nature and dance...

Sometimes the Greeks got it right, you know. (All they needed was, like, some feminism.) The human body as ultimate beauty. Yes.

And, because a report on the opera would not be complete without a report on Opera Finery: I was resplendent in my black layer skirt of ballet floaty and my sparkly shoes of awesome.

Note to self: try Fourth Ring cheap seats next time, with low numbered seat if possible. Or spring for something in the middle. Fifth Ring has a terrible view of the stage, although a good view of the audience. Still, it was pretty cool being way up top of the jewelry box. I’ve always liked heights.

In summary: Hot. Bizarre. Hilarious. Fantastic.
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I have Been To The Opera! I am vastly excited about this.

The opera was a radical interpretation by Mark Morris of Purcell & Dryden’s King Arthur, mostly without the Dryden and with a lot of country-dance inspired dance awesomeness. I'd read about it beforehand and was therefore forewarned about the abandonment of plot. So: a King Arthur that not only left out the Guinevere/Lancelot boringness, but apparently never had it to begin with. I am strangely fascinated by this. But, as to what I saw:

I particularly liked the “Follow, follow, this way bend” scene with the fairies leading people astray in a wood. With flashlights and mirrored doors. One of them had those running shoes with the little lights. I kid you not! LOVE.

Also the menagerie scene from the last act, featuring a classical ballet prince and princess (making that REALLY TYPICAL ballet running-around-the-forest entrance- you know the one, where the prince in white tights and a blue velvet jacket runs on beautifully, arms spread wide, seeking his betutu’d true love)... and a full chorus of giraffe, lion, flamingo, and random mallard duck. AWESOME. Yeah, I laughed my ass off.

And then there was always one person supremely graceful. That perfect control of muscle and movement, that elasticity, that harmony of skill and nature and dance...

Sometimes the Greeks got it right, you know. (All they needed was, like, some feminism.) The human body as ultimate beauty. Yes.

And, because a report on the opera would not be complete without a report on Opera Finery: I was resplendent in my black layer skirt of ballet floaty and my sparkly shoes of awesome.

Note to self: try Fourth Ring cheap seats next time, with low numbered seat if possible. Or spring for something in the middle. Fifth Ring has a terrible view of the stage, although a good view of the audience. Still, it was pretty cool being way up top of the jewelry box. I’ve always liked heights.

In summary: Hot. Bizarre. Hilarious. Fantastic.
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Dear Reader,

I am being spied upon by two pint-sized maniacs who are thoroughly overexcited by every move I make (or fail to make). Yesterday I managed to send one of them into convulsive fits merely by shifting the position of my knee. I have no concern for my own safety, as I am about five times their combined size, but I do fear for their mental stability.

Yrs in veritatate,

A Lady of Quality

Signed this twelfth day of March in the year 2008 of the Common Era. In gaudio gaudiamus.

Also, what is it with Ovid and cows? Jeez.

Dinosaurs! Books! No Latin whatsoever! )
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Dear Reader,

I am being spied upon by two pint-sized maniacs who are thoroughly overexcited by every move I make (or fail to make). Yesterday I managed to send one of them into convulsive fits merely by shifting the position of my knee. I have no concern for my own safety, as I am about five times their combined size, but I do fear for their mental stability.

Yrs in veritatate,

A Lady of Quality

Signed this twelfth day of March in the year 2008 of the Common Era. In gaudio gaudiamus.

Also, what is it with Ovid and cows? Jeez.

Dinosaurs! Books! No Latin whatsoever! )

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