timeripple: (anenome)
There are very few hours left in this year and I feel that I ought to say something about it. A lot happened! I did many things!

2014 is the year I went to Iceland and took selfies in front of a glacier and sprawled on a black volcanic beach.

Some wonderful people got married to each other and I played fiddle at the wedding with some of my favorite people, and I got to spend time with some of my other favorite people.

I did not write a lot on LJ, but I wrote a lot of other things, or at least wrote a lot of drafts of a few other things, even though it was really hard and I spent whole days sobbing under my blankets because it was hard and then I made myself do it anyway. I took a bunch of supremely stupid standardized tests and I really hope I get into a PhD program that makes this entire fall worth it.

My faithful Ovid the Macbook went into honorable retirement--not exile--after six and a half years of loyal service. I am typing this on Diomedes the Shiny, which is swift and powerful and will hopefully survive whatever battles we face.

2014 is the year I was supremely grumpy about books. But I also fell in love with the Symphony from the New World and discovered red lipstick and Kraken rum.

I was really pleased to discover yesterday that I could read (without dictionary) the following line from the German translation of Graceling: "Dieser Lord hat eine Tochter, die mit Gedankenlesen beschenkt ist."

I am not Graced with thought-reading, but I am hopeful. Happy New Year!
timeripple: (cucumber error (hogfather))
I've been incommunicada for the past two weeks because my computer was having screen issues and I was on vacation and then Ovid was at the Apple store for repairs, but he's back and in good shape now. So prepare for forthcoming blather! What did I miss?
timeripple: (cucumber error (hogfather))
I've been incommunicada for the past two weeks because my computer was having screen issues and I was on vacation and then Ovid was at the Apple store for repairs, but he's back and in good shape now. So prepare for forthcoming blather! What did I miss?
timeripple: (anenome)
Mysteriously nonfunctional Ethernet ports: Worst welcome-home present so far. Hello, library! Did you miss me?

There will be picturebook and novel reviews, plus bonus design rants and some serious flailing (omg Black & White omg I can't believe this is a twdrama SQUEE!!!).

Eventually.
timeripple: (anenome)
Mysteriously nonfunctional Ethernet ports: Worst welcome-home present so far. Hello, library! Did you miss me?

There will be picturebook and novel reviews, plus bonus design rants and some serious flailing (omg Black & White omg I can't believe this is a twdrama SQUEE!!!).

Eventually.
timeripple: (dulac fiddle)
My faithful iPod, which has accompanied me on many adventures over the past four and a half years, finally died a sadface iPodly death this week. The cute geeky Apple staff were kind to me in my distress. I'm probably the only person in the country who bought the 20 GB model, and it never gave me any trouble that couldn't be fixed by charging the battery and then restarting. It was a good iPod. Requiescat in pacem computorem.

Yesterday I got so fed up with my hair that I walked into the salon down the street and got it cut. This actually went better than most of my spur-of-the-moment haircuts do. The stylist managed to salvage more than I'd expected, and she knew stuff about curly hair and said I should totally dye it red. (It has long been a secret wish of mine to have redder hair.) She suggested that I start out with some highlights to see how it goes. Apparently my (very boring brown) hair has a lot of gold in it, so auburn is kind of out and full-on red-gold might be in.

Also we had an excellent conversation about vampires. (The place was called Twilight Hair Salon, although this was not the conversation-starter.)

Then instead of doing my reading for class, I watched Death Note 3: L Change the World. Short version: the savior of the world is a hunched-over skinny kid who's a computer genius and also addicted to sugar. And it only gets better from there. SPOILERY FLAIL AHOY. Don't read if you haven't seen, unless you don't care. )
timeripple: (dulac fiddle)
My faithful iPod, which has accompanied me on many adventures over the past four and a half years, finally died a sadface iPodly death this week. The cute geeky Apple staff were kind to me in my distress. I'm probably the only person in the country who bought the 20 GB model, and it never gave me any trouble that couldn't be fixed by charging the battery and then restarting. It was a good iPod. Requiescat in pacem computorem.

Yesterday I got so fed up with my hair that I walked into the salon down the street and got it cut. This actually went better than most of my spur-of-the-moment haircuts do. The stylist managed to salvage more than I'd expected, and she knew stuff about curly hair and said I should totally dye it red. (It has long been a secret wish of mine to have redder hair.) She suggested that I start out with some highlights to see how it goes. Apparently my (very boring brown) hair has a lot of gold in it, so auburn is kind of out and full-on red-gold might be in.

Also we had an excellent conversation about vampires. (The place was called Twilight Hair Salon, although this was not the conversation-starter.)

Then instead of doing my reading for class, I watched Death Note 3: L Change the World. Short version: the savior of the world is a hunched-over skinny kid who's a computer genius and also addicted to sugar. And it only gets better from there. SPOILERY FLAIL AHOY. Don't read if you haven't seen, unless you don't care. )

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