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Dear Diary,

This week I played with power tools and toxic chemicals and set things on fire. It was a good week.

(No, I have not turned into a full-fledged psycho. My dad helped me make some new shelves for my bookcases. And by "helped" I mean "did most of the work while I cackled and learned how to use an orbital sander.")

As if that weren't enough, I’ve entered a translation contest for a 700-word sample of a German novel. This should be hilarious, because my German is not so much rusty as barely existent. We’ll see how it goes? XD It was nice to be sitting on a porch listening to KAT-TUN (what else) and abusing a dictionary again. Of course I had to have chai as well.

Of course.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go check on this pie.
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Last week I somehow got roped into attending a midnight showing of The Avengers (i.e., I had nothing better to do after getting out of work at 11:15 pm), despite the fact that I only know who half these people are because of fanfiction.

This morning I saw the movie with [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl a second time.

...

Am beginning to suspect that Nick Fury is my spirit animal.
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LOL, it's midnight and the Celtics vs Lakers drunken viewing party across the alley is singing “The Fields of Athenry”.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

They’re pretty good, actually. XD
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LOL, it's midnight and the Celtics vs Lakers drunken viewing party across the alley is singing “The Fields of Athenry”.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

They’re pretty good, actually. XD
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Another Saturday night, another poetry weekend gone by. I spent most of eight hours today doodling foxfish and walrus eagles and gilled werethingies. Had I been in other company, I would have spent at least some of that time arguing that at least half the songs in Oliver! are about prostitution. (What? They totally are!)

But at least K and I improvised a Buffy A-Z poem on the way back from lunch. It had rhymes and everything!

Also, it is freezing. Whyyyyy. Here, have another seasonal-appropriate poem.

He met the star his enemy. They fought the woods leafless )

If you have any favorite poems (eta: or songs!) about supernatural stuff, I’d love to know about them. Any language welcome! I’m looking at anything, from Eurydice and Orpheus (please tell me Ovid wrote about them! he must have!) to “Goblin Market” to the Lorelai to the YA vampire poetry anthology that doesn’t yet exist but I’m sure it’s only a matter of time.
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Another Saturday night, another poetry weekend gone by. I spent most of eight hours today doodling foxfish and walrus eagles and gilled werethingies. Had I been in other company, I would have spent at least some of that time arguing that at least half the songs in Oliver! are about prostitution. (What? They totally are!)

But at least K and I improvised a Buffy A-Z poem on the way back from lunch. It had rhymes and everything!

Also, it is freezing. Whyyyyy. Here, have another seasonal-appropriate poem.

He met the star his enemy. They fought the woods leafless )

If you have any favorite poems (eta: or songs!) about supernatural stuff, I’d love to know about them. Any language welcome! I’m looking at anything, from Eurydice and Orpheus (please tell me Ovid wrote about them! he must have!) to “Goblin Market” to the Lorelai to the YA vampire poetry anthology that doesn’t yet exist but I’m sure it’s only a matter of time.
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Have you read The Tough Guide to Fantasyland? You should read The Tough Guide to Fantasyland. It is hysterical and generally accurate about a number of fantasy cliches, and also by Dianna Wynne Jones, which should sell you on it even if you somehow passed up “hysterical” and “generally accurate.”

It also contains a few useful observations about travel, be it in Fantasyland or otherwise. For example, The Tough Guide to Fantasyland has this to say about WEATHER:

WEATHER is always wrong for what you are doing at the time. It varies from heat/drought if you must travel quickly, to heavy rain if you need just to travel. If you need to sleep rough, there is always a frost; invariably, if you have to cross MOUNTAINS, there will be a thunderstorm or a blizzard. Some of the reason for this is that, despite obvious drawbacks, the Management nearly always arranges for Tours to set out in late autumn or early winter... The rest is natural perversity.

It has this to say about BATHS:

BATH is something all Tourists crave for quite soon. After very few days of slogging along in all weathers and sleeping in your clothes, you will be ready to kill for a Bath. You will crave to wash your hair. The Management is reasonable on this issue. Before long, you will find either a deep POOL in a RIVER of icy water ... or an INN with a heated bathhouse.

And finally, on the subject of BIRDS:

There are remarkably few Birds in Fantasyland, either in WOODS or on moorland. The reason is probably that, when any bird is seen, if is promptly shot by a Tourist desperate for something else to eat besides STEW.

No tour of Fantasyland is complete without one! )
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Have you read The Tough Guide to Fantasyland? You should read The Tough Guide to Fantasyland. It is hysterical and generally accurate about a number of fantasy cliches, and also by Dianna Wynne Jones, which should sell you on it even if you somehow passed up “hysterical” and “generally accurate.”

It also contains a few useful observations about travel, be it in Fantasyland or otherwise. For example, The Tough Guide to Fantasyland has this to say about WEATHER:

WEATHER is always wrong for what you are doing at the time. It varies from heat/drought if you must travel quickly, to heavy rain if you need just to travel. If you need to sleep rough, there is always a frost; invariably, if you have to cross MOUNTAINS, there will be a thunderstorm or a blizzard. Some of the reason for this is that, despite obvious drawbacks, the Management nearly always arranges for Tours to set out in late autumn or early winter... The rest is natural perversity.

It has this to say about BATHS:

BATH is something all Tourists crave for quite soon. After very few days of slogging along in all weathers and sleeping in your clothes, you will be ready to kill for a Bath. You will crave to wash your hair. The Management is reasonable on this issue. Before long, you will find either a deep POOL in a RIVER of icy water ... or an INN with a heated bathhouse.

And finally, on the subject of BIRDS:

There are remarkably few Birds in Fantasyland, either in WOODS or on moorland. The reason is probably that, when any bird is seen, if is promptly shot by a Tourist desperate for something else to eat besides STEW.

No tour of Fantasyland is complete without one! )
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At the airport! In the ghetto terminal, but at least there’s free wireless. Ryo's uchiwa is safely in my bookbag; hopefully he won’t get squashed.

Registered for ALA Midwinter. Exhibitions pass only, since I am not made of money. Oh well. Hopefully it’ll be good, whatever it is.

Previously on Fiona and Rachel's Excellent Adventure: arrival, tentacles, karaoke, KinKi Kids, Meiji Shrine (accidentally), Harajuku, rock violin!

A steady diet of Italian food, energy jelly and narrative theory )
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At the airport! In the ghetto terminal, but at least there’s free wireless. Ryo's uchiwa is safely in my bookbag; hopefully he won’t get squashed.

Registered for ALA Midwinter. Exhibitions pass only, since I am not made of money. Oh well. Hopefully it’ll be good, whatever it is.

Previously on Fiona and Rachel's Excellent Adventure: arrival, tentacles, karaoke, KinKi Kids, Meiji Shrine (accidentally), Harajuku, rock violin!

A steady diet of Italian food, energy jelly and narrative theory )
timeripple: (nakatsu fainted)
At the risk of sounding like T-Rex from Dinosaur Comics: Dudes! I WAS IN JAPAN. I went to see Japan and [livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth, who was the most amazing hostess ever and let me crash on her floor and arranged everything and is basically the Most Awesome Person Ever, is what I'm saying. (Except for the part where she got me addicted to Wieder-in energy jelly, but that might have been a teeeeeeensy bit my fault as well.) I am eternally glad I had that Star Wars cereal box back in first year. Thank you for everything!~ ♥

Our forbears, making poetry of everything in their lives, transformed what by rights should be the most unsanitary room in the house into a place of unsurpassed elegance, replete with fond associations with the beauties of nature, or, Why I Should Not Re-read In Praise of Shadows )

To Be Continued.
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At the risk of sounding like T-Rex from Dinosaur Comics: Dudes! I WAS IN JAPAN. I went to see Japan and [livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth, who was the most amazing hostess ever and let me crash on her floor and arranged everything and is basically the Most Awesome Person Ever, is what I'm saying. (Except for the part where she got me addicted to Wieder-in energy jelly, but that might have been a teeeeeeensy bit my fault as well.) I am eternally glad I had that Star Wars cereal box back in first year. Thank you for everything!~ ♥

Our forbears, making poetry of everything in their lives, transformed what by rights should be the most unsanitary room in the house into a place of unsurpassed elegance, replete with fond associations with the beauties of nature, or, Why I Should Not Re-read In Praise of Shadows )

To Be Continued.
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Gorgeous day. Walked down by BU to catch the Head of the Charles for a while before doing some light reading. (Shut up. Structuralism is totally light reading. It makes sense!) I also watched the first episode of Scrap Teacher. No subtitles yet, but... it really doesn’t need them. My impressions condensed and writ below:

Teacher Voiceover: "So, it was the start of a new semester at this crappy underachieving school. Brought my nail file along, stocked up on cup ramen, all hyped and ready for another year! (Not.) Wasn’t very impressed with the enthusiastic new teacher, even after he skydived out of a helicopter, but on plus side he did bring along these three tiny but cute badasses and their Irish jig Theme o’ Triumph music. So maybe he’ll turn out okay. We’ll see. ‘Scuse me now, gotta go slurp some noodles before they get all soggy. See you next week!"



It was while discussing Bad Fan Behavior with [livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth that I started talking about stalking underaged idols and the whole marketing overdose as a twisted, inverted commodification of labor. I realized that 1) maybe I understand Marxism better than I thought, and 2) even though I come up with stuff like that in our IM conversations all the time (see also the Unified Theory of Ryo’s Consumptive Attractiveness; the Pseudo-Marxist Signification Theory of Inappropriate Idol Stalking And Why It’s Wrong), Rachel is still friends with me.

In that vein, and because I have new glasses that say "i are smart, seriuz grad student", I bring you "Videointertextuality: A Vaguely Structuralist Deconstruction (sort of) of Two JE PVs". Clearly grad school has made me even more insane. Send help plz. Feel free to take this as parody; just don't kill me for butchering Very Important Literary Concepts and not providing essential background information. Also, it's more my train of thought than an actual essay. Maybe you should just... )
...skip to the slightly more coherent conclusion )
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Gorgeous day. Walked down by BU to catch the Head of the Charles for a while before doing some light reading. (Shut up. Structuralism is totally light reading. It makes sense!) I also watched the first episode of Scrap Teacher. No subtitles yet, but... it really doesn’t need them. My impressions condensed and writ below:

Teacher Voiceover: "So, it was the start of a new semester at this crappy underachieving school. Brought my nail file along, stocked up on cup ramen, all hyped and ready for another year! (Not.) Wasn’t very impressed with the enthusiastic new teacher, even after he skydived out of a helicopter, but on plus side he did bring along these three tiny but cute badasses and their Irish jig Theme o’ Triumph music. So maybe he’ll turn out okay. We’ll see. ‘Scuse me now, gotta go slurp some noodles before they get all soggy. See you next week!"



It was while discussing Bad Fan Behavior with [livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth that I started talking about stalking underaged idols and the whole marketing overdose as a twisted, inverted commodification of labor. I realized that 1) maybe I understand Marxism better than I thought, and 2) even though I come up with stuff like that in our IM conversations all the time (see also the Unified Theory of Ryo’s Consumptive Attractiveness; the Pseudo-Marxist Signification Theory of Inappropriate Idol Stalking And Why It’s Wrong), Rachel is still friends with me.

In that vein, and because I have new glasses that say "i are smart, seriuz grad student", I bring you "Videointertextuality: A Vaguely Structuralist Deconstruction (sort of) of Two JE PVs". Clearly grad school has made me even more insane. Send help plz. Feel free to take this as parody; just don't kill me for butchering Very Important Literary Concepts and not providing essential background information. Also, it's more my train of thought than an actual essay. Maybe you should just... )
...skip to the slightly more coherent conclusion )
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Oh my sweet laughing Democritus.

In the Latin edition of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's/Sorcerer's Stone, page 99, Blaise Zabini IS A GIRL.

HEE!!!!
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Oh my sweet laughing Democritus.

In the Latin edition of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's/Sorcerer's Stone, page 99, Blaise Zabini IS A GIRL.

HEE!!!!
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Only I could fall on my head and have my first worry be not “Do I have a concussion?!” but “Did my nose just break?! Please don’t let my nose be broken!!!”

On second thought, I’m willing to bet that at least 50% of the US female population would have gone that route too. (I'm no Anne Shirley, but I've sort of gotten used to my nose the way it is.) And I was pretty worried about the concussion aspect immediately after that. Am I redeemed?

...Okay, how about this: Only I would worry about getting a concussion from falling headfirst onto my bed.

Let us take a moment to reflect upon my total and utter fail.

I think I’m okay. My neck muscles are stiff and I feel like I'm wearing Cardassian neck prosthetics. My head feels kind of thick and achy, especially at the base of the skull, but it’s not a sharp pain. And my nose doesn’t actually hurt anymore, so I don’t think it’s broken. It looks normal. The bit at the tip is normally kind of red and knobby and wiggly anyway.

Um. I just seem to be having mobility issues lately. I slip on things in the subway. I trip on the stairs (although I blame this on my too-large flip-flops). I have trouble navigating around people everywhere. Look, body, I’ve seen half of One Litre of Tears and I DO NOT NEED THIS RIGHT NOW. OR EVER. *cries*

If Ryo were around to help me bear the pain, that would be a different matter.

CLEARLY I HAVE GONE INSANE. PLEASE SEND HELP. RACHEL, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT.


In other news, I’ve just reached Caput V: Angiportum Diagonion in Harrius Potter et Philosophi Lapis. The book continues to be hilarious and fantastic for being in Latin. I continue to be pretentious and absurd for reading Latin on the subway.
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Only I could fall on my head and have my first worry be not “Do I have a concussion?!” but “Did my nose just break?! Please don’t let my nose be broken!!!”

On second thought, I’m willing to bet that at least 50% of the US female population would have gone that route too. (I'm no Anne Shirley, but I've sort of gotten used to my nose the way it is.) And I was pretty worried about the concussion aspect immediately after that. Am I redeemed?

...Okay, how about this: Only I would worry about getting a concussion from falling headfirst onto my bed.

Let us take a moment to reflect upon my total and utter fail.

I think I’m okay. My neck muscles are stiff and I feel like I'm wearing Cardassian neck prosthetics. My head feels kind of thick and achy, especially at the base of the skull, but it’s not a sharp pain. And my nose doesn’t actually hurt anymore, so I don’t think it’s broken. It looks normal. The bit at the tip is normally kind of red and knobby and wiggly anyway.

Um. I just seem to be having mobility issues lately. I slip on things in the subway. I trip on the stairs (although I blame this on my too-large flip-flops). I have trouble navigating around people everywhere. Look, body, I’ve seen half of One Litre of Tears and I DO NOT NEED THIS RIGHT NOW. OR EVER. *cries*

If Ryo were around to help me bear the pain, that would be a different matter.

CLEARLY I HAVE GONE INSANE. PLEASE SEND HELP. RACHEL, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT.


In other news, I’ve just reached Caput V: Angiportum Diagonion in Harrius Potter et Philosophi Lapis. The book continues to be hilarious and fantastic for being in Latin. I continue to be pretentious and absurd for reading Latin on the subway.
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Bought yet another butterfly-patterned shirt from H&M. This is my third. But, in my defense, it is strawberry milkshake pink, and was clearly the color they had in mind when originally designing the shirt. I feel very proud- haven’t bought a black v-neck in months.

Friday I engaged in much brain-killing creative algebra trying to find out nonexistent statistics. Then I had an extremely uneventful bus ride to Boston and fell into the arms of the famed futon once more.

Throughout the weekend, I read The Count of Monte Cristo. I only realized mine was an abridged edition when I was on page 200, so I thought I might as well finish it as not. But it did explain a lot of gaping plot and character jumps that were bothering me. Sigh. I should have made sure before I got it out of the library. But the cover matched my shirt so perfectly, I didn’t think to check.

Saturday I looked at a bunch of hideous apartments, ate burritos, walked around a lot, and happily marathoned R and S’s The Office DVDs. I do love that show, although sometimes I have to look away lest the facepalm overwhelm me. Poor, poor Jim! So adorable! I also have a strange and twisted love for Dwight. In the episode where he and Michael get into a fight (yes, the one where Jim proves his overwhelming awesome by snapping his fingers a la West Side Story), Dwight says “arigatou gozaimashita”, and I nearly died laughing- he had the worst Japanese accent I’ve ever heard. BWA-HAHAHAHA! Oh, Dwight. I understood your Darth Sidious costume.

Sunday I watched a few more episodes, bringing me up to halfway through the second season, then on a whim and a prayer I looked at a couple more apartments. One of them was perfect, so I started rental procedures. About which key parties are being kind of asses, btw, but I think it’s going to work out. I hope. PLEASE LET IT WORK OUT.

Sunday evening I headed back to NY. And you know a trip cannot happen without Peter Pan Bus shenanigans. Prepare yourselves... Shenanigans. Intern angst. Spoilery movie reviews: Brideshead Revisited, The Dark Knight. Immaturity about my own anatomy. Embarrassing sunburns ahoy! )

On the subway I read a total of 18 pages of Harrius Potter et Philosophi Lapis, which is pretty damn hilarious. And I don’t even need a dictionary. :)
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Bought yet another butterfly-patterned shirt from H&M. This is my third. But, in my defense, it is strawberry milkshake pink, and was clearly the color they had in mind when originally designing the shirt. I feel very proud- haven’t bought a black v-neck in months.

Friday I engaged in much brain-killing creative algebra trying to find out nonexistent statistics. Then I had an extremely uneventful bus ride to Boston and fell into the arms of the famed futon once more.

Throughout the weekend, I read The Count of Monte Cristo. I only realized mine was an abridged edition when I was on page 200, so I thought I might as well finish it as not. But it did explain a lot of gaping plot and character jumps that were bothering me. Sigh. I should have made sure before I got it out of the library. But the cover matched my shirt so perfectly, I didn’t think to check.

Saturday I looked at a bunch of hideous apartments, ate burritos, walked around a lot, and happily marathoned R and S’s The Office DVDs. I do love that show, although sometimes I have to look away lest the facepalm overwhelm me. Poor, poor Jim! So adorable! I also have a strange and twisted love for Dwight. In the episode where he and Michael get into a fight (yes, the one where Jim proves his overwhelming awesome by snapping his fingers a la West Side Story), Dwight says “arigatou gozaimashita”, and I nearly died laughing- he had the worst Japanese accent I’ve ever heard. BWA-HAHAHAHA! Oh, Dwight. I understood your Darth Sidious costume.

Sunday I watched a few more episodes, bringing me up to halfway through the second season, then on a whim and a prayer I looked at a couple more apartments. One of them was perfect, so I started rental procedures. About which key parties are being kind of asses, btw, but I think it’s going to work out. I hope. PLEASE LET IT WORK OUT.

Sunday evening I headed back to NY. And you know a trip cannot happen without Peter Pan Bus shenanigans. Prepare yourselves... Shenanigans. Intern angst. Spoilery movie reviews: Brideshead Revisited, The Dark Knight. Immaturity about my own anatomy. Embarrassing sunburns ahoy! )

On the subway I read a total of 18 pages of Harrius Potter et Philosophi Lapis, which is pretty damn hilarious. And I don’t even need a dictionary. :)

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