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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!
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Much has been happening and, as is the way of it, I have not posted about it. However! Here are several exciting things:

1. Yesterday I did SCIENCE! I looked at slides under a microscope and recorded things for Archaeologist Housemate. In future there may be things to centrifuge.

2. A couple of weeks ago I impulse-bought a giant pink digital watch at CVS. I am now convinced this is what I was born to wear, especially with Zoya Blu nails.

3. I am apparently going to Scotland in two weeks. Yay? It was not my idea, or my choice of timing, but I'm reminding myself how much I like Edinburgh and am determined not to be terrible about it.

4. I am going to Iceland after that for a few days, because it was the most amazing thing I could think of to do. (And because I'm already missing a ton of work for Scotland, so I might as well miss more work to do something I want.) There was a long and hilariously complicated scene at the travel agency, culminating in the owner offering me a job. She was only half joking.

5. Archaeologist Housemate was cleaning and almost put a bilingual collection of Rainer Maria Rilke in the to-sell pile. I fixed that: she's going to want it some day. Leafing through it I found this: and I still don't know if I am a falcon, or a storm )
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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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I have been a total failure at posting this month, mostly out of sheer laziness and also from feeling like a cat being cuddled and then squeezed too tight. But! Happy Thanksgiving (or Colonial Oppression Day with Food, as we say in my parents’ household). I am so very thankful for my family and my friends, those whom I see often and not-so-often and never, and for the opportunity to travel and see new places, and for music, and books, and chai, and all the wonderful things that I have and have the chance to do.

My friends have been on my mind a lot lately. The beginning of the month was full of travel and madness, first to Atlanta for a wedding and thence to the wilds of North Carolina for hangout times. I got to experience four new airports (apparently I collect them now?) and see a lot of people I haven’t seen in a long time.

The details, oh so many of them )

Phew. I’m exhausted just from cobbling all that together out of my exhausted-and-chai-high notes. Celebratory pie is in order. Yes. I hope you are all safe and warm and fed, my friends. There are more travels ahead, and I’m looking forward to seeing some of you in a few weeks!
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Here am I this All Hallows Eve, sitting in the darkened living room with rain overhead and scones in the oven, the dog snoozing on the rug. Before me is the prospect of much packing, for tomorrow I am bound for parts unknown—i.e., Atlanta—first to a dear friend’s wedding and thence to visiting other dear friends. I am bringing to read Stephen Greenblatt’s The Swerve: How the World Became Modern (concerning the re-discovery of Lucretius) and Fire and Hemlock, the enigmatic seasonally appropriate masterpiece of Diana Wynne Jones.

Once packing is finished there will commence the traditional reading of The Perilous Gard, and then bed.

Happy Halloween.
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My darlings, I have not dropped off the face of the planet—though it sort of feels like it—no, I am in California, and here I stay for the foreseeable future. Mind you, I can only deal with the future about two weeks in advance, so you see the problem with my life planning skills right here.

I have traveled by train and by car from one end of the country to the other, with lots of detouring in between and a brief stint where my friend M and I seriously considered becoming casino waitresses in Reno and then writing a trashy novel about it. [livejournal.com profile] mousapelli took me to a palace of wonders called Chocolate World and let me sleep on her couch and bond with Datte and watch all her con DVDs.

This has actually backfired, though, because now I’m in a KAT-TUN phase, and somebody needs to take all my music away from me, because I keep listening to 勇気の花 and then sobbing every time it gets to Hittori ja nai yo, nakama ga iru yo.

See, I'm crying again. No, stop. A road trip is more than what you leave behind. I have seen little harbor towns and shining cities and also elephants and a whole lot of sagebrush. I have participated in philosophical conversations about the human condition (lasting most of Kansas) and masqueraded as a German tourist (super useful for thwarting obnoxious panhandlers). I have visited the first coffee shop west of the Mississippi and driven past a mountain forest fire at night and seen the Milky Way.

Of many peoples—their cities he saw, and understood their minds;
Many perils his spirit suffered upon the sea.


Because a loose and selective translation of Homer is always relevant. Always.

More soon--I will try.
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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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Packing for BEA (BookExpo America)! Why am I incapable of packing except in the wee hours? Sigh. [livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth and [livejournal.com profile] mousapelli have talked me out of bringing four pairs of shoes. Mostly.

In what's-Fiona-reading-these-days: The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater (her werewolves-with-science series wasn't quite my cup of tea, but this is different).

How do I explain my feelings for this book?

You know what moment when you’ve been thinking maybe you’re finally too old for horse stories, and then you find out you’re not?

Oh, my heart.
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The continuing adventures of Fiona-can-only-post-at-airports!

At San Francisco this time: I may have just bought some super-kawaii gel stickers from an independent-bookstore-affiliate-cute-shop. Look, the cute compelled me! YES PANDA. It’s all [livejournal.com profile] hakusa_tegami’s fault for talking about Love Shuffle.

…yeah, Ovid the Macbook totally has a panda sticker now. XD

(Hey, so speaking of pandas, did anybody else see the Ranma 1/2 drama special? OH JAPAN.)

...

I recently explained my love for (manga/anime; let us not talk about the ridiculously boring drama) Skip Beat in the following manner:

I love the hell out of the manga (A+ use of chibi!). Partly because Kyoko is spazzy and awesome and it's all about her emotional journey and learning to be herself and have her own dreams and stuff IN SHOWBIZ. And partly because there is a character who is occasionally JUST LIKE ME.

Kyoko: MOKO-SAN!!! <3 <3 <3
Kotonami: Stay the hell away from me.
Kyoko: WE ARE BFF!
Kotonami: We are not friends. You are insane.
Kyoko: FRIENDS FOR LIFE!
Kotonami: ...
Kyoko: *clings like a spider monkey*
Kotonami: ...
Kotonami: Just because we both have to wear these ridiculous pink jumpsuits and work for the same section of the agency and occasionally have talks about our dreams and worries and careers and boys and stuff. Does. Not. Make. Us. Friends. Got it?
Kyoko: ILU MY FRIEND!
Kotonami: ...
Kotonami: "Moko"?
Kotonami: Did I say you could give me a nickname?!
Kyoko: FRIIAAAANDS!
Kotonami: *sigh*

If you haven’t already guessed (or have never actually met me), I am not at all like Kyoko. (Online is another matter, especially if you want to talk about books or dramas!) But I suspect that in RL we would be friends.
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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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Off for a weekend of drinking and debauchery in NYC with [livejournal.com profile] mousapelli. Uh, by which I mean bubble tea and karaoke and shopping.

...

It would be spoilery to tell you why, but I’ve been thinking about the notion of the OTP lately—what it is, how it’s constructed and used, what differences between a canon and fanon OTP look like. Any thoughts on the matter?
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I'm at the new JetBlue wing of JFK. It’s pretty great. I’m sitting here brainstorming on my laptop, sipping on a smoothie, updating LJ, feeling pretty great. I love JFK, you guys.

I love airports. I have had no sleep. [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl, the cookies are in the freezer. Uh, just because. It seems like all my efforts to make cookies for my co-workers are being thwarted lately. Last night I bought sugar and chocolate chips but not butter or vanilla. Sigh.

The 4th was wonderful--opening at work, then three (count 'em, three) get-togethers. Apparently I'm popular like that? Ahahahaha.

I stuck around just long enough to eat my first tofurkey (whyyyyy) hot dog (edible, especially with ketchup) and to sample the desserts (most important) and then hi-tailed it out to Kendall Square and after some navigation fail managed to find everybody right by the river. The fireworks were magnificent as always--I forgot nearly everything else, as always, and stared (probably open-mouthed) in wonder. I do so enjoy the 1812 Overture punctuated by spouts of fire.

We walked home afterward. I think I gave myself shin splints. Oops. Note to self: don’t walk long distances in flip-flops. Which is of course why I’m wearing them right now. At the airport. Oh well.

Gotta go. Just get up and go~/ The show must go on~
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I'm at the new JetBlue wing of JFK. It’s pretty great. I’m sitting here brainstorming on my laptop, sipping on a smoothie, updating LJ, feeling pretty great. I love JFK, you guys.

I love airports. I have had no sleep. [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl, the cookies are in the freezer. Uh, just because. It seems like all my efforts to make cookies for my co-workers are being thwarted lately. Last night I bought sugar and chocolate chips but not butter or vanilla. Sigh.

The 4th was wonderful--opening at work, then three (count 'em, three) get-togethers. Apparently I'm popular like that? Ahahahaha.

I stuck around just long enough to eat my first tofurkey (whyyyyy) hot dog (edible, especially with ketchup) and to sample the desserts (most important) and then hi-tailed it out to Kendall Square and after some navigation fail managed to find everybody right by the river. The fireworks were magnificent as always--I forgot nearly everything else, as always, and stared (probably open-mouthed) in wonder. I do so enjoy the 1812 Overture punctuated by spouts of fire.

We walked home afterward. I think I gave myself shin splints. Oops. Note to self: don’t walk long distances in flip-flops. Which is of course why I’m wearing them right now. At the airport. Oh well.

Gotta go. Just get up and go~/ The show must go on~
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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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Apparently having a job sucks out all my will to flail around on LJ, but last time I managed to compare the Hunger Games trilogy to shoujo manga, and I feel that a little bit of organized crazy goes a long way.

But the job is going okay, mostly, and sometimes funny things happen. And this happened a few weeks ago:

ADORABLY GAY GUY: *buys Clockwork Angel*
ME: Oooh, I read that recently.
ADORABLY GAY GUY: Yeah? How was it?
ME: It’s... well, it’s Cassandra Clare does Victorian London.
ADORABLY GAY GUY: I think I am okay with that!
ME: I think I am also okay with that!
ME: Come back some time! I desperately need people to talk to! Hardly anyone around here will admit to even knowing what fandom is!

I've been really tired lately, and then the night before last I came down with a cold and spent yesterday lying around with a tissue box handy. It wasn't so bad, though, because somehow my lumpy futon and blanket took me back to the last time I was sick, in Kyoto of the wondrous futons. I feel all warm just thinking about it. And today I started reading Goodbye Tsugumi by Banana Yoshimoto, and it starts in a traditional inn, and it takes me back there so clearly. The futons. The tiny crunching sounds of the pillows. The yukata. *tears up*

Anyway, you don't need to read about me going all sentimental. I also got lots of drama-watching done, because what else was I going to do stuck in bed all day? I'm almost done with the first season of Merlin and seriously considering giving the Vampire Diaries another shot. I caught up on Sungkyunkwan Scandal, and it is SO GOOD. I really shouldn't frontload my currently-airing list with Monday-Tuesday dramas, though, because now I have to wait the whole rest of the week for my fusion shenanigans and my JOKER fix. *pouts* GIVE ME MY JOKER FINALE, I NEED IT!

And then I completely over-analyzed the ending of Disney's Mulan, just because I could.
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Apparently having a job sucks out all my will to flail around on LJ, but last time I managed to compare the Hunger Games trilogy to shoujo manga, and I feel that a little bit of organized crazy goes a long way.

But the job is going okay, mostly, and sometimes funny things happen. And this happened a few weeks ago:

ADORABLY GAY GUY: *buys Clockwork Angel*
ME: Oooh, I read that recently.
ADORABLY GAY GUY: Yeah? How was it?
ME: It’s... well, it’s Cassandra Clare does Victorian London.
ADORABLY GAY GUY: I think I am okay with that!
ME: I think I am also okay with that!
ME: Come back some time! I desperately need people to talk to! Hardly anyone around here will admit to even knowing what fandom is!

I've been really tired lately, and then the night before last I came down with a cold and spent yesterday lying around with a tissue box handy. It wasn't so bad, though, because somehow my lumpy futon and blanket took me back to the last time I was sick, in Kyoto of the wondrous futons. I feel all warm just thinking about it. And today I started reading Goodbye Tsugumi by Banana Yoshimoto, and it starts in a traditional inn, and it takes me back there so clearly. The futons. The tiny crunching sounds of the pillows. The yukata. *tears up*

Anyway, you don't need to read about me going all sentimental. I also got lots of drama-watching done, because what else was I going to do stuck in bed all day? I'm almost done with the first season of Merlin and seriously considering giving the Vampire Diaries another shot. I caught up on Sungkyunkwan Scandal, and it is SO GOOD. I really shouldn't frontload my currently-airing list with Monday-Tuesday dramas, though, because now I have to wait the whole rest of the week for my fusion shenanigans and my JOKER fix. *pouts* GIVE ME MY JOKER FINALE, I NEED IT!

And then I completely over-analyzed the ending of Disney's Mulan, just because I could.
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LJ! I intended not to abandon you for weeks on end while I gallivanted, and then I did. I am sorry!

Most of the gallivanting took place at the lovely [livejournal.com profile] notlob451's wedding last weekend. It was a really beautiful wedding, and I got to see many people I don't get to see often. The Fiddleheads were very kindly asked to play a set at the reception, so I was super nervous excited about that. [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl and I drove out to Ithaca with a friend of ours on Friday evening (okay, she did the driving. We just sat around and and made comments about my DJ-ing skills. Note to self: prepare several mix CDs for road trips! Not everybody wants to listen to Laura Cortese for six hours. Even if her new EP is RIDICULOUSLY AWESOME, who even gets that kind of energy on a studio recording, seriously). We made it in one piece, though not without adventures involving the GPS, dodgy back roads, and several epic thunderstorms. continued in ridiculous detail )

I miss everyone terribly and have thus thrown myself into work. Am making a playlist for the bookstore. Unfortunately most of my music is much too energetic/awesome/Japanese to be really good Random Background Music, but I've got a few things. I hope everybody likes Crooked Still.
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LJ! I intended not to abandon you for weeks on end while I gallivanted, and then I did. I am sorry!

Most of the gallivanting took place at the lovely [livejournal.com profile] notlob451's wedding last weekend. It was a really beautiful wedding, and I got to see many people I don't get to see often. The Fiddleheads were very kindly asked to play a set at the reception, so I was super nervous excited about that. [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl and I drove out to Ithaca with a friend of ours on Friday evening (okay, she did the driving. We just sat around and and made comments about my DJ-ing skills. Note to self: prepare several mix CDs for road trips! Not everybody wants to listen to Laura Cortese for six hours. Even if her new EP is RIDICULOUSLY AWESOME, who even gets that kind of energy on a studio recording, seriously). We made it in one piece, though not without adventures involving the GPS, dodgy back roads, and several epic thunderstorms. continued in ridiculous detail )

I miss everyone terribly and have thus thrown myself into work. Am making a playlist for the bookstore. Unfortunately most of my music is much too energetic/awesome/Japanese to be really good Random Background Music, but I've got a few things. I hope everybody likes Crooked Still.

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