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timeripple) wrote2006-10-21 09:19 pm
timeripple) wrote2006-10-21 09:19 pm
Le long de la mer, La joli' mer, Le long de la mer jolie
Tuesday, October 17
Am reading an Enriched Classic edition of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I kid you not. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, now with more Vitamin D!
An excerpt from my post-bacc seminar this week (brought to you by Enriched Classics. Now with twice as much Vitamin D as a day at the beach!):
Prof. M: So there’s something called Paleocryptozoology, or something, and it involves mythology and fossils. For example, golden eggs: apparently there actually were these magpie-like birds, so people really would raid their nests for gold...
Me: Corroborating fossils with mythology. Sounds kind of dodgy... where do I sign up?
Today I feel very Scottish, for some reason. Long-dead generations of MacKenzies and MacQuarries rearing their moldering metaphorical heads, I suspect. Therefore I am now (well, WAS at the time) listening to Old Blind Dogs (I already went through Alasdair Fraser’s Legacy of the Scottish Fiddle, Vol. 1) and kind of wishing I had a Mars bar, or some McVittie’s plain chocolate biscuits. I am seriously in love with “Monarch of the Glen”. I keep making little “glurk” and “eeep” noises and my stomach feels all warm and squishy. Which it actually is, come to think of it, but let’s not let reality intrude on my gushing here. Pepsin has nothing to do with love. And I crouched in my bathroom cubbyhole to play some strathspeys this afternoon. God, I love strathspeys. Usually I prefer Cape Breton-style, but today I felt very J. Scott Skinner. So I even busted out Legacy, Vol. 2, which I usually think is too pedantic, but actually enjoyed today.
My parents are moving to Nevada City. I have mixed feelings about this. We lived in Paradise my whole life, and I am very fond of our house and the pine trees. But the fact of the matter is I hate the town, my mother hates the town, and my father doesn’t seem to mind moving, even after all the work he’s sunk into improving our place. By Thanksgiving they will be long-since moved in. And I will be going back for Thanksgiving for the first time in five years (is it “in” four or five? Does one count this year?).
I am rather rambling today. But I thought of a rather good metaphor for the way I feel about my Latin class. Ludo Latina est. Latin is play, but we are not allowed to partake of the game, only to sit aside and discuss the rules. *headdesk*
Oh, and I read Possession, by A.S. Byatt. Yeah, the one they made the movie of. The book was very good, although the long bits that were correspondence or journal tended to drag a little.
Monday, October 16
What IS it with these people and my HAIR?!
As I am sitting peacefully outside Royce (again) trying to read Plato (again)...
Some Woman: Excuse me.
Me: Yes?
Some Woman: I’m doing a promotion for a salon on Rodeo Drive-
Me: No thank you.
In Ralph’s Fresh Fare (does your average shopper even know what “fare” means outside of a bus?)...
Checkout clerk: Look! *holds up large shiny red aerosol can purchased by person behind me in line.*
Red Aerosol: BIG SEXY HAIR
Me: Thanks, I think.
Yeesh.
Friday, October 20
I kind of yearn for the days when I lived in HQ, and a thump from the room below during practice meant “Hey! Get down here so we can play too!” and not “Dude! Stop that damn racket!”. Sigh.
In happy news, today I bought Teh Cutest Shoes EVAR OMG. They’re sort of a cross between ballet slippers and Irish dance shoes and did I mention they’re really cute? I can totally dance in them too, because they make a nice tapping sound on linoleum and have reinforced heels, so I can even do the Kicking Grandmother.
Also, this CD (a present from my aunt) has sucked out my soul and turned me into an Acadian zombie. If only I understood French.
Am reading an Enriched Classic edition of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I kid you not. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, now with more Vitamin D!
An excerpt from my post-bacc seminar this week (brought to you by Enriched Classics. Now with twice as much Vitamin D as a day at the beach!):
Prof. M: So there’s something called Paleocryptozoology, or something, and it involves mythology and fossils. For example, golden eggs: apparently there actually were these magpie-like birds, so people really would raid their nests for gold...
Me: Corroborating fossils with mythology. Sounds kind of dodgy... where do I sign up?
Today I feel very Scottish, for some reason. Long-dead generations of MacKenzies and MacQuarries rearing their moldering metaphorical heads, I suspect. Therefore I am now (well, WAS at the time) listening to Old Blind Dogs (I already went through Alasdair Fraser’s Legacy of the Scottish Fiddle, Vol. 1) and kind of wishing I had a Mars bar, or some McVittie’s plain chocolate biscuits. I am seriously in love with “Monarch of the Glen”. I keep making little “glurk” and “eeep” noises and my stomach feels all warm and squishy. Which it actually is, come to think of it, but let’s not let reality intrude on my gushing here. Pepsin has nothing to do with love. And I crouched in my bathroom cubbyhole to play some strathspeys this afternoon. God, I love strathspeys. Usually I prefer Cape Breton-style, but today I felt very J. Scott Skinner. So I even busted out Legacy, Vol. 2, which I usually think is too pedantic, but actually enjoyed today.
My parents are moving to Nevada City. I have mixed feelings about this. We lived in Paradise my whole life, and I am very fond of our house and the pine trees. But the fact of the matter is I hate the town, my mother hates the town, and my father doesn’t seem to mind moving, even after all the work he’s sunk into improving our place. By Thanksgiving they will be long-since moved in. And I will be going back for Thanksgiving for the first time in five years (is it “in” four or five? Does one count this year?).
I am rather rambling today. But I thought of a rather good metaphor for the way I feel about my Latin class. Ludo Latina est. Latin is play, but we are not allowed to partake of the game, only to sit aside and discuss the rules. *headdesk*
Oh, and I read Possession, by A.S. Byatt. Yeah, the one they made the movie of. The book was very good, although the long bits that were correspondence or journal tended to drag a little.
Monday, October 16
What IS it with these people and my HAIR?!
As I am sitting peacefully outside Royce (again) trying to read Plato (again)...
Some Woman: Excuse me.
Me: Yes?
Some Woman: I’m doing a promotion for a salon on Rodeo Drive-
Me: No thank you.
In Ralph’s Fresh Fare (does your average shopper even know what “fare” means outside of a bus?)...
Checkout clerk: Look! *holds up large shiny red aerosol can purchased by person behind me in line.*
Red Aerosol: BIG SEXY HAIR
Me: Thanks, I think.
Yeesh.
Friday, October 20
I kind of yearn for the days when I lived in HQ, and a thump from the room below during practice meant “Hey! Get down here so we can play too!” and not “Dude! Stop that damn racket!”. Sigh.
In happy news, today I bought Teh Cutest Shoes EVAR OMG. They’re sort of a cross between ballet slippers and Irish dance shoes and did I mention they’re really cute? I can totally dance in them too, because they make a nice tapping sound on linoleum and have reinforced heels, so I can even do the Kicking Grandmother.
Also, this CD (a present from my aunt) has sucked out my soul and turned me into an Acadian zombie. If only I understood French.