hermionesviolin: (andro)
11:09am Eric e-mailed me an Internet c&p about next week's Heroes episode, which I ignored because it looked mildly spoilery, but I did call him because it meant he clearly had some work downtime.  We chatted briefly and then he said, "Well, I'm creating e-mail signatures, so I need to go."
me: "What, you can't multi-task like that?  You just hate talking on the phone."
him: "I hate talking on the phone.  We know that."
me: "Yeah, I know you hate talking on the phone; I just forget how much you hate it.  And you never actually say 'Okay, I'm done talking on the phone, e-mail me,' you always make up some excuse, like, 'Okay, I need to tie my shoes, I have to go.' "

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Michelle joined us for lunch again, and we were talking about Eric's hermit crab (I think I posted about how his friend Debbie got him a beta fish and a hermit crab when he was having a shitty weekend recently).  As per usual, I commented that given the amount of animals he has in his one-bedroom apartment, more animals would probably not be the best gift choice.  I suggested buying him chocolate or taking him out to dinner.
He said he's not really a big eater.
Mary Alice suggested alcohol.
He said he's not a big drinker.  And I pointed out that he's not supposed to drink because of his medication.
Then in unison, Mary Alice and I suggested: sex.
Eric: "No way!  That would be like having sex with my sister!"  (And okay, my brain totally went to the HIMYM episode.)
"Which of us are you talking about?" I asked.  He said he meant his friend Debbie.  I had been been thinking generally -- like what should.
Mary Alice, to me: "Having sex with you would be like having sex with his sister; having sex with me would be like having sex with his mother."

It was around this point that Emily came back.  Mary Alice explained, "Eric's not having sex with your mother."  Yeah, it was pretty awesome.  And Emily seemed very chill about it all, which I was pleased by.

And to think that we started off lunch fairly tamely with discussion of the ingredients in Eric's Odwalla -- "bioflavanoids": natural?, well "bio" could also stand for "biographical" joked Eric; I literally squeaked laughing at that one.

*

Mary Alice is gonna get a tattoo tomorrow.  I said something about how we should be nice to her next week ('cause you know, pain as it heals) and asked if she wanted chocolate or tequila.  She said the tattoo was to celebrate having done the race, so empty calories were perhaps not the best.  I said well I couldn't offer sex.  She agreed (we've had a number of conversations over the year about how she's very straight).  At this point FormerUnitHead came out of his office to ask me what room the NOM Talk was gonna be in.
"I'm being propositioned," Mary Alice said cheerfully to him.  I put my hands up and made surrender noises, but he just laughed.

*

After lunch, there was conversation about how we didn't wanna go back to work.  I said I didn't wanna go back to my lack of work.  Michelle said Dee was stuffing promotions packets -- had done all the hard part, was just doing the tedious part.  So I went down to help her.  Probably around 2.

Around 2:30 I was feeling really hungry and not sure why but then I realized I had only had yogurt for lunch.  Last night I stopped at CVS and bought peanuts, dark chocolate covered almonds, and a bottle of kiwi strawberry juice -- so I wouldn't starve during my class.  I brought them in today to leave them in my desk (minus the juice, of course) so I wouldn't have to do a run again next Tuesday.  Of course this meant I was snacking on them this morning (which I knew would happen, since I'm almost always hungry in the morning despite eating breakfast and I don't do hunger denial/resistance well).

Anyway.  As a joint effort, it only took us a couple hours to finish.  I was back up on my floor around 4pm.  Dee was v. v. grateful.  I like being helpful and was also glad for the positive reinforcement since it's so easy for me to be lazy (yeah, I have totally gotten over any uncomfortableness I may have had about sitting around getting paid to surf the Internet).

[I actually heard about the small aircraft crash in NYC when downstairs, rather than via LJ as per usual.  Got the news that it was Yankees player Cory Lidle from Greg while snacking after hours.]

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I only got about three hours of sleep last night, and was fine all day, but after the mind-numbing-ness of stuffing promotions packets, I was so done.  At 4:30 I was seriously considering just going home early.  The afternoon mail was waiting for me, including the first of the recruiting application packages, and I knew I wasn't gonna deal with any of it until tomorrow.

*

NOM Seminar leftovers included corn chips, guacamole, olive tampanade, and pesto (which actually tasted like pesto -- unlike the silage, TM Rich, of last week -- though it still wasn't very good).  Rich actually wrapped up a container of olive tampanade for me to take home.  (There were leftovers like whoa.)

I'd been thinking of getting my hair cut after work today since Newton's been postponed.  I need a trim.  Would like something interesting but don't know what I want.  Nicole suggested I go somewhere moderately good with a person I trust and tell them to do whatever and then I can just get it trimmed in future months at a cheaper place as they'll be able to just follow the line.

Anyway, what with the tiredness and the fact that I didn't end up leaving until 5:30 and I was carrying an impromptu container of olive tampanade, I decided to just do a quick grocery run, eat a light dinner, and go to bed.

It started raining as I was getting close to home, but even after I dropped off my stuff and went back out to do a quick grocery shop the rain really wasn't bad (despite NewRoomie's warning).  This even leaving aside my personal affinity for rain.

I think bed now is a good plan.

*****

Ah, the joys of making 2 incongruous Amazon orders in quick succession.
Amazon.com has new recommendations for you based on items you purchased or told us you own.

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Prompted by comments, a poll about buttered popcorn flavored Jelly Bellies.  Also, last Friday we mentioned some movie that I hadn't seen and Mary Alice mentioned that she had it on DVD.  I said I needed to return her DVD of Steel Magnolias.  She asked if I liked it.  I said yes, I enjoyed it.  Eric said, "You did?" and gave me a look like unto disgust.  Of course, Mary Alice always brings up Howard the Duck, as evidence that he has no leg to stand on.  (He loves this movie and was distressed to see it on some list of the Top Ten Worst Movies Ever.  None of the rest of us have seen it, of course.  Hell, Emma hasn't seen it.)

[Poll #842739]
hermionesviolin: black and white photo of Emma Watson as Hermione, with text "hermionesviolin" (hermione by oatmilk)
I went to SuperCuts after work, and she didn't cut it quite as short as I wanted but I'll give it a few days, and she did this side part thing which totally didn't last through dinner but it looks fine fallen back mostly to its middle part so that's okay.  I still don't really know what I wanna do with my hair.

Waiting for the train back I saw Liz...SGA pres '04 but whom I always associate her with Tangent (what can ya do?).  She said she needs to stop coming to Central Square 'cause she keeps seeing Smithies there :)  Turns out she's living in a co-op around Davis.


I continue to fail at making dinner.

I need:
+ a good way to make mashed potatoes creamy as opposed to just mashed bits of potato
+ a good recipe for pinto beans (think Qdoba would tell me what they do to make their sauce? ;) )
+ a hands-on lesson in using a can opener

(I'm sure I need other stuff, but that's what came to mind tonight.)

The kitchenware seems mostly usable, though I want a new blender and saucepan and probably a long-handled collander and of course the aforementioned flatware.

Oh, the new stuff@night?  I wanna try out some of these drinks.


There was a nice cool breeze last night but I still couldn't fall asleep forever; hopefully tonight will be better.
hermionesviolin: photoshoot image of Emma Caulfield (who played Anya on Buffy) looking to the side, her blue shirt showing some cleavage, holding a bouquet of daisies (Anya)
I suppose I'll cut the bra talk to spare you. )

I also tried out my new sandals, except the weather changed its mind and the high was only ~65F.  Being out in the sun improved matters, though.  The interfaith picnic started ~12:30 and I stayed until the end ~3:30.  Attendees from Emmanuel Lutheran (Pastor Saling was in jeans like at Thursday evening service), First Congregational, Grace Episcopal (Kate was in jeans with a nice shirt and clerical collar), Church of Christ Scientist, and Temple Shaare Tefilah (I didn't officially meet the rabbi but have decided that I like her).  I initiated hugs with both John and Ed as we were leaving.  Weak hugs, though.  I miss real hugs.

I wanna get my hair cut.  Am thinking cut to my hairline at the back of my neck with some sort of chunky layering, maybe bangs?  I sort of have mental visuals of what I want but am so out of my depth when it comes to this sort of stuff.

Oh, did I mention that one of the issues with muchmaterial bras is v-neck tops?  I definitely wore one today and noticed in the bathroom mirror after dinner tonight that I've been kind of smooched by the sun.  Oops.

Dinner also included discussion amongst by parents about Veronica Mars.  Further reminders that my parents are teh awesomest.  I don't actually watch VMars, but I offered to open up a discussion post on my LJ.  Apparently they expect their questions to be resolved in the finale this Tuesday so I needn't.

Also, I kind of regret not getting the PBJ sundae at Friendly's -- black raspberry ice cream with peanut butter toppings. We'll probably go again when my brother comes back from college next weekend, though.

Gay & Lesbian Film/Video Festival at the MFA starts this Wednesday.  Meep.  I need to figure out exactly which ones I want to see (and which don't conflict with other commitments) and get myself a festival pass.

TV time now.
hermionesviolin: animated icon of a book open on a desk, with text magically appearing on it, with text "tell me a story" framing it (tell me a story [lizzieb])
Felicia says she misses my whiteboard, so... )

Fefe came over Thursday afternoon, and updated me on my Fluffy, Muffy, Buffy, and Joanne future-life.  Joanne (the sheep) is trans.  Emma is a ho "flighty" (says Felicia).  She leaves me for Beatrice, then comes back, then leaves with Gary and Miltonia the plumbers.  Before Ohio, I went to Paris and worked as a maintenance worker (named Bob) while seeking out beaus for Felicia.  Yes this is up here because I told Felicia I would.

Fefe tells me Skarda's teaching a Da Vinci Code j-term course.  Must e-mail that woman.

Cryptic note that I expect to understand when I read this as an old entry: Grocery store insanity  My brother and I are efficiency addicts.

My brother was talking about how so few of the Red Sox who were part of the World Series winning team are still around.  This made me sad, like you win the Series, stick around one season, and then leave?  He said most of them weren't free agents, so they must have been traded, which makes me annoyed with the management.  I imagine [livejournal.com profile] ghostintheshell would know the details.

Later that night, my brother and I got distracted by country's movies ratings while looking up movies online.  [Now that I know what Rumor Has It is about I'm actually intrigued.  Though it's not like I'll spend money on it.  My Brokeback Mountain date got cancelled, though, so anyone who wants to use that as an excuse to come visit me....]  We tracked down an MPAA explanatory essay and also an explanation of other countries.  The stuff that France marks "U" (Universal)?  Crazy.

Later, we were looking at yearbooks, and wow so many people I haven't thought of in ages.  Part of me wants a five-year reunion to see where everyone's at, and part of me doesn't really wanna see them again, 'cause h.s. was awkward and it's not like things have gotten that much better.  (If there is a five-year reunion, however, I am so going, and I will be soliciting for volunteers to be my hottie date for the night.)

I had a weird dream that night.  for my own records )

So, Friday.

I got a haircut.  My mom says it makes me look older than I did before -- which is a blessing (last random person to guess my age was 8 years low, which is so not okay when one is 22 -- and I honestly have no need for it to happen decades from now).  Elouai dolls have heads way too big for their bodies, but hey.  (My hair so does not have that much body, though.)

Reading Shape magazine while waiting (I knew I should have brought a book) I felt like I was reading Playboy or something -- so many uber-toned women in sports bras and shorts.

Watched the first hour of WWE Smackdown with my dad.  Read more... )




The rage in my last entry reminded me that I miss discussing.  What I miss most about Smith is having people so close by, but a close second is discussions.  Like, I actually miss Inklings class -- 'cause at least there were a couple dozen people who had theoretically read the same text I had and had some shared background, and I had a floor at which to air my opinions, and worstcase scenario I would just rage at the prof after class.  (Ah, memories.)  This is also my biggest disappointment about LiveJournal -- that the way it's formatted it's so easy to have lengthy multi-person conversations complete with easy references (hyperlinks) to other sources, but we are all so busy and only have so much time and energy.  [There's also the issue of finding people with whom to discuss.  For tv one can find comms to discuss eps as they air, but if one is catching up on DVD -- or watching movies or reading books, or heaven forfend fic -- it's harder, and sometimes one is dissatisfied by the caliber in comms one does find.]

I feel like I've been such a slacker this break, and in some ways I have and in some ways I haven't.  I went through a slew of bookmarked fic to feedback/rec.  On the other hand, I have less than 200 words of FemGen written.  And it occurs to me that the huge amounts of sugar I've been consuming this week have probably been contributing to the whackedness of my sleep schedule.  This does mean that I still have my phone on when Cat calls with random post-work joy, though :)  ♥

The flist is resurrecting fandom opinion memes, which always makes me wanna write up manifestos of my opinions on ships/characters/arcs in all my fandoms.  So, um, anyone who wants my opinions on anything, just ask.

New meme seen via [livejournal.com profile] oyceter: If I had a daemon, what would it be and why?
hermionesviolin: (big girl world)
I'm seriously considering purchasing this, though the fact that I wear US size 8½W always makes me wary of purchasing shoes without trying them on first.  And of course I'm going to check out Downtown Crossing (Payless & DSW) first.

[livejournal.com profile] wisdomeagle does daily glee ("Joy Sadhana" as explained in [livejournal.com profile] mylittleredgirl's UserInfo) and I approve of the idea but it doesn't mesh with the way I structure my LJ/life [which I typoed as "fire." huh.] so I don't do it.  But today I felt very accomplished and proud of myself, so in order of appearance, here are today's "things I did well today:"

1) I woke up & got up before 9am.
2) I got my hair cut. Edit: And it took until my mother read this LJ entry for either of my parents to notice. My mother said, "When I look at you, I see the 'inner you,' " so I offer that up to any of you who may need an excuse as to why you didn't notice some physical change in someone close to you. /edit
And unlike two people I know, I did not have a bad experience at SuperCuts at all.  Though I still prefer Bucci.  But given that I am no longer at Smith, Bucci is no longer an option.
3) I went shopping.
I now have cream-colored work-appropriate pants that fit well.  Which is more of a glee than an accomplishment, as I have no control over what TJMaxx stocks.  Liz Claiborne, marked down 40% to $17.
4) I caught up on a week's worth of NYT eHeadlines.
5) I checked out the joblistings at MIT and Northeastern.  And applied for positions.  I also trawled craigslist and sent out apps there as well.  (Oh how I haven't missed writing cover letters.)

I am considering setting a goal for myself of writing 500 words of fic/day, especially since I'm not working this week.
hermionesviolin: (train)
You know, when i don't post stuff immediately after it happens, it feels like no one would care and why bother. )




Boy is having a 10:30pm party this Saturday in Allston and too many out-of-town guests means i can’t spend the night, and given that the last commuter rail out to my suburb is 11:20 it’s hardly worth going. Anyone willing to give me crash space?

Will be sad if i can’t attend party. Though i am promised dinner. And hey, there’s always New Orleans -- which i actually do have interest in visiting. Though obviously visiting anyone anywhere requires procuring a job (and New Orleans would require vacation time as well). We shall see.
hermionesviolin: photo shoot image of Summer Glau (who played River Tam) with text "we are all made of stars" (no one can stop us now)
So, Saturday i felt like a bad friend that i was not offering to help anyone pack since i was hearing stories of Nao carrying stuff for like everyone.  However, i deserved my lounge time and would have happily helped anyone who asked, so i didn't feel too bad.  And then i spent like 4 hours with Zia, keeping her company and on-task.

I am apparently "wise in the ways of rightness."  :)  Also smart, and graduating.  But then we already knew that :)

Zia's roommate owns Henry & June, a Philip Kaufman filmization of an Anaïs Nin work, which film was the catalyst for the creation of the NC-17 MPAA rating.  I'm not sure i have any interest in seeing the film, but i heart the IMDb trivia explanation of what earned it the NC-17 rating.

I managed to go to church on Sunday.
Prelude Meditation:
Stories are remarkably important.  They shape the way that we think about things, how we understand ourselves, how we look at other people, what values we hold important, what we believe about ourselves and the world and everything else out there.  We tell stories all the time, and we are shaped by them all the time, just as the stories my mother told me made a difference in how I saw myself, who I was and what I could be.
-Alida Schuchert, "Women of Spirit"
The Call to Worship weirded me out.  "O gracious God of life and birth How you labor, how you suffer, to bring forth the new creation.  Indeed, you cry out like a woman in childbirth And the Spirit groans with you.  But your cries become cries of joy As you behold fragile new life there before you. [...]"  I don't like the idea of God straining to make the world.  I like my omnipotent God.  And there's an amazing beauty and power in that powerful a speech act as those ones that God performs in Genesis -- "Let there be Light, and there was Light" etc.

The responsive reading was Female Biblical Images of God, which felt weird because (a) there was a lot of Israel as a male child "him" and i'm so used to the prophetic writings of Israel as wayward wife "she" (b) some it seemed generically parental, so invoking "mother" seemed excessive.

The service wasn't as wholly mother-centric as say UCN is, though.  The Scripture readings were Luke 8:1-3 and Acts 9:36-43, and the sermon was titled "Stories That Cry Out To Be Told."  After the sermon, there was a moment of recognition for all the members of their Dorcas Society wherein they had them stand and distributed roses.

At the beginning of the service, Peter said that they were going to honor those who are mothers even to non-biological children (moms who've adopted or cared for foster kids, teachers, etc.) and also something about how we all have mothers.  He actually used the word "inclusive."  Last week, Tessa had the kids write down what they liked doing with their moms and read them today and one kid actually said "moms" and i thought, "We're so obviously inclusive about that, that no one even mentions it, but what about if you have two daddies, or your mom died, or whatever?"  And during the joys&concerns at the end, Peter did say a prayer for all those who had (recently) lost their mothers.

I might have talked to my mom more yesterday than i have all semester.  I called in the afternoon for the Happy Mothers Day thing and then in the evening to ask "In the interest of getting rid of paper, which financial documentation do i actually need to keep?"

Every time i read No Limits (i am one episode behind; don't spoil me) i think of my mother, because she reads it when she has time and thinks it's good enough to feel like a real Season 6.  However, when i pimped out Ari's post-NFA fic?  My mom read it.  She liked it.  It seemed in character and made sense as something to happen after the Angel finale.

Fefe got 4 phone calls on Sunday but was still jealous that i gave Kate my 2003 Spike calendar.  Not that she wanted that particular pressie, but rather that i didn't love her enough to give her a pressie.  Given that she had commandeered my LJ, i'm not sure she should be complaining.  (Story: Everyone else had abandoned F., so she was coming to hassle me.  I was on my way to the bathroom, however, so i left her in my room for a couple minutes following an admonition not to break anything.  And she certainly didn't actually break anything.)

This partially packed up thing is a weird space to live in.  Not so much the physicality of having so much of my stuff in boxes (hello, i live out of boxes all the time) but just the knowledge that i don't have all my stuff within reach, even though i know i don't expect to need/want/use anything i've packed up in the next few days. (And yes of course this is the part where my mother chimes in about all the stuff that's been sitting in their house for the past 4 years which clearly she could burn and i wouldn't know the difference.) It's a scattered/disconnected/schizophrenic/something psychic state to live in.  My dad got called in to sub today, so the boxes remain in my room for the time being.  Today wins at life, however.
1) Serenity!
2) Peter called about my involvement in the service next Sunday.
3) I got Kelly's contact info from Peter, so i might be able to see her before i leave, or at least talk to her briefly.
4) I got my hair cut again and it's actually what i wanted this time (bob below my ears) and she even smoothed out my hack angling job some.
hermionesviolin: (one girl in all the world)
Look at me and the lack of updating. I feel like i've been in liminal space recently -- sleeping in, waking up and wondering what day it is, lacking specific deadlines for schoolwork and thus being very lackadaisical in getting any of it done. I have gotten some work done this weekend, though. I find i like The Hours less than i did the first time around, which is sad. So anyway, updatey things.

"Fuckin' Rhinos." Oh, Skarda, how i will miss you.
Also: "Smith: where binary oppositions aren't all that opposed." (Though really, that's mostly only true of the gender binary.)

"You're writing and thinking well here." -Skarda on my Mary Reilly response paper

I think i've decided on my topic for my final Skarda paper (more pressing than most of my final projects as it's due April 22 at sunset) -- defending The Eyre Affair. This is not a huge surprise, since it was one of my favorites of the books we read in that class and she keeps saying it's not a very good book.

Dude, my "I'm done with ficathons for real now" fic? Has gotten praise from the recipient and other people. ::hearts:: (And i quite like the fic written for me.)

During Thursday night's poetry reading, Jane Hirshfield (the reading poet), noted that it was warm and extended her universal permission: that it's okay to nap at a poetry reading -- you just rest up and come back and there is another poem and eventually you get home and have insomnia. Ironically, hers was the first poetry reading in ages that i didn't doze off in.
Her reading kicked off the Women Practicing Buddhism weekend, but her poetry wasn't explicitly about Buddhist practice, which i appreciated.
I really liked the vast majority of the poems she read, though some of them were very powerful and moving at the time and then problematic upon reflection. Her poetry is very bare and evocative, and she uses interesting and compelling imagery and talks a lot about persevering through the pain of life.
She read us a haiku she had translated (i forget the original author) which she said changed her life. Basically it was: the wind blows terribly here, but the moonlight also leaks through the slats of the roof into this ruined house. (The idea that what lets the pain in also lets the beauty/joy in, and that some beauty/joy can't come in without some pain. And she also mentioned that the moon is frequently an image of Buddhist Enlightenment.)
In one of her poems she talked about washing one's face with cold water in the morning to practice making the unwanted wanted. In another she wrote, "The world asks only the strength we have. And we give it. And then it asks more. And we give it."
I forget if it was from her intro or from something she read, but she has a line about how "knowledge is erotic" because it inspires the desire to know more (intimately).
Commentary between poems: "People don't take up Buddhist practice because they're good at non-attachment."
In "Memories/Rwanda" she talks about how the river carries with decorum what it is given but then thet the river is sickened (continuing the multi-level meanings) and then the poem talks about being at a dinner table about to say something but deciding not to because it would be impolite and after she finished she said, "That poem is my penance for not having spoken at that dinner table."
In "The Poet" she asks that the poet have enough paper to make mistakes and go on. I really really liked that metaphor.
In "Milk" she talks about how wind without a hall howls in silence, and she talked about in times of tension, some things flare up and others dig down for the long haul (using the imagery of a volcano, i think). And concluding the poem -- i think it was her talking after she had finished the poem -- she said, "Every single glass of milk is suffering. I still drink milk."
"Tree" talks about a redwood growing next to a house and includes the great line: "soflty, calmly, immensity taps at your life."

At dinner one night last week, Ruhi talked about the Temple and Jesus, how Jewish practice is centered on the Temple and Christian practice is centered on Jesus, and how both include the idea the focal point coming again (the rebuilding of the Temple, the Second Coming of Christ) and it was an interesting conversation.

The Catholic Church already has married priests?

I'm tempted to do stuff like okcupid when i go back to Boston just to find people to talk to and hang out with. I suddenly understand the appeal of book clubs -- having a built-in group of people who have all read the same book and with whom you can talk about it.

[livejournal.com profile] firynze wrote: "Lastly, learn to spell (hell, just learn some English) before I answer your ad solely to find you and kill you in an inventive manner involving a typewriter." I am totally posting that in any online dating profile i ever make.

UPenn graduate admissions doesn't have voicemail. I did eventually get a real person, though. Decisions started to go out March 22. I haven't yet received one in my mailbox. I said i didn't mind knowing over the phone, and lo i am 0 for 6. So my brother and i did manage to each get rejected from our top choices.

I've been having a like-hate relationship with my hair all week. It was at that awkward hitting my shoulders stage, so obviously a trim was in order. However, short hair is not as wash-and-wear as long hair, though admittedly it takes less time to wash. Unless, that is, it's really short hair. So i've been feeling like Allie all week (which is disconcerting and wrongness) having moments of desperately wanting to hack off all my hair. I got it cut on Friday and it's longer than i had envisioned, so i'm still deciding how i feel about it. I hacked at the bangs some myself, which was obviously a bad idea, but it actually looks pretty decent. And i got a bunch of unsolicited compliments on it, which was nice.

On Friday, we watched the first disc of Firefly, whose episodes i haven't seen since they first aired (though i've seen all the other episodes 2-3 times). I forgot how all the dynamics are established from the very first episode, and how "The Train Job" despite being written in a weekend gets all the exposition out effectively in the first few scenes and also establishes all the dynamics. I think i have a soft spot for it because it was my intro. Other notes: (1) Joss continues to have masterful segue (2) wow the echoing themes, both within episodes and throughout the series (3) as on his other shows, everyone can be shipped with everyone else (4) Joss reuses his people like whoa, but we already knew that. Loves the show we does.

Saturday we watched disc 2, followed by a couple episodes of Wonderfalls because disc 3 of Firefly is all dark episodes (well, the first 3, so then we would have had to watch the 4th). We watched the runaway nun episode because Emma hadn't seen it before and then we watched the deportation episode and the Fat Pat episode. When i watched the episodes when they were airing (all 4 of them) i remember being surprised after each episode at the fact that i had liked it, because they always seemed from the ads unappealling. Watching this time 'round i seem to have less tolerance for Jaye, and her sister is actually growing me.

vaguely spoilerish notes on Firefly with reference to some BtVS/Angel episodes, mostly spoilers for Safe )

Neil Gaiman )
hermionesviolin: animated icon of a book open on a desk, with text magically appearing on it, with text "tell me a story" framing it (tell me a story [lizzieb])
Smith's performance of the Verdi Requiem was the night of the day the Pope died.
Requiem=rest, and yet it contains so many "dies irae" (day of judgment, lots of wrath). Most beautiful part of the whole thing, lots of percussion and all, but still weird.
I really liked the Sanctus&Benedictus. And the Responsory, though when it ended [i was following along in the program] and then there was more i was confused.

I had forgotten that because this is the Sunday after Easter, First Churches' service focused a lot on the Resurrection etc.

Besides the Pope and Terri Schiavo, Frank Perdue and Fred Korematsu also died this week.

The Bible-Art-Culture symposium was largely underwhelming (to my mind) but Amy-Jill Levine was amazing (as [livejournal.com profile] akronohten had said she is).

A lot of the talk about Donfried talked about him doing a lot for ecumenical relations, which came as a total surprise to me. I mean, he's Mr. "Paul the Jew," but who knew he was Lutheran? I distinctly remember him making some remark about Lutherans, because i remember thinking "What is it with the religion department and Lutherans?" because he and Joel both said something within the space of a week about "Catholics and Lutherans," as if Lutheran=Protestant. Not that people don't make cracks about the groups they belong to, i just totally thought he [Donfried] was Catholic.

5 panels )

I did a large alcohol run Saturday night. It occurred to me that i get approximately 20% - like a waitress; you pay for your food and you also pay the person who brings it to you.

Ruhi proved that she gives good hickeys. ("Joygasm" was Alana's word.) I heart my friends who don't need to get drunk (not that my friends who do drink aren't entertaining when drunk).

I went to the "Confessions of a Sex-Crazed Mind" lecture on Saturday and the "Sexology 101" workshop and "Intimate Q&A" on Sunday, though i didn't go to the Sunday night Best Lesbian Erotica (10th edition) reading.

Tristan reminded me of Ms. Fisher, though less pale and skeletal, and her hair's highlighted. (She also reminded me of Tammy Bruce.) She was dressed so conservatively, which was also disconcerting. Dark stiletto pumps, dark slacks, reddish purple lacy velour tank, dark blazer, choker and pendant necklace, hair past shoulder length, oval glasses. Second day she had a pinstriped blouse.

notes and highlights )

Stuff i forgot to mention from Friday:
-Emma and Cat tied Felicia up with duct tape. That was possibly the best part of the day. (Though multiple hours with Cate was pretty hot.)
-Laura came to tea and the first words out of my mouth were "What the fuck did you do to your hair?" because she'd gotten it cut very short. I actually liked it better when she was all femmed up for the mocktail that night, which i don't understand. I'm pretty much fine with it now, though. (I actually wanna get my hair cut pretty short, but in a femmey way. In that copious free time i have, right? And i'm thinking of going bra&camisole shopping as well. Maybe this coming Friday.)
-Music to have sex by was also a topic of conversation during the mocktail.
hermionesviolin: an image of Alyson Hannigan (who plays Willow Rosenberg) with animated text "you think you know / what you are / what's to come / you haven't even / BEGUN" (thanks to luckyth1rt3en)
It’s interesting. One of the reasons i got it cut was because it was the only way i could be any more low-maintenance than i already was; people with long hair usually actually do stuff with it, but i could never be bothered. But now i’m doing all this stuff with my hair -- barrettes or a headband to keep it out of my face, wearing earrings because with this haircut you can actually see them, actually looking into purchasing more hair accessories. When did i start caring about what i look like? :)


And for no reason i can discern, i want to cry.


[edited to add this quote from The Great Gatsby which was one of Joe's recent away messages]

"They were careless people, Tom and Daisy - they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made."
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Around 10:30 last night my computer decided that it wasn’t going to let me run any programs or do anything. Tonight it seems fine, though, thank all that is holy.

So here’s the rambly entry that was supposed to be posted last night.

This is what happens when i stop writing in my paper journal: i write long rambling and pointless LiveJournal entries. )
hermionesviolin: photoshoot image of Michelle Trachtenberg (who plays Dawn in the tv show Buffy) looking seriously (angrily?) at the viewer, with bookshelves in the background (angry - books)
On my way to the wing to get a newspaper for someone, i saw The Incredibly True Adventures of Two Girls in Love on the book sale rack, so i stole it. Also, eventually i will borrow Into the Woods because Norwood owns it, and the 9 video BBC series The Story of English because i want to.

I accidentally ended up with two copies of Out of Range and Puddle Dive (long story) so i donated them to the library because no one else in the system has them. Now all i need to do is get Not So Soft and Imperfectly for Norwood and we’ll be all set. I find it mildly odd that MLN has stuff like The Past Didn’t Go Anywhere and Ani’s Swing Set EP but they don’t have two (formerly four) of her regular albums.

I was awash in compliments on the new haircut. Margot said, “Of course, you look about 12 years old.” Gee, thanks, Margot. I used to say i looked 14 and then just recently i upgraded to 16. After the haircut, though i’ve stopped caring. Eventually i will post pictures, though, and i think i’ll include a poll as to how old i look. And yes, i know i’ll appreciate it when i’m older. I can see this looking at my 43-year-old mother who could still pass for later 20s if she tried. Though looking 20-something for the rest of my life is hardly something that thrills me. Sharon and i were discussing this and we would gladly trade our ends of the “not looking our age” spectrum. I was reminded of Linda and Alaina wanting to trade hair (very curly versus super straight). Sharon said “all of my friends love the hair I have, that dries in like 15 minutes without a blowdrier and never tangles, and I would kill for curly hair.” I must admit i’ve never really wanted to trade my hair. A slightly more interesting color, maybe, and perhaps a bit more body, but i’m quite content with straight hair. But yes, back to the library. After Margot said that (and please do understand that she teases a lot, as does everyone i work with, really) i was telling everyone what she said and most everyone assured me that i did not in fact look 12. Beth was effusive in praise of the haircut. She also said i look college age. I was much with the happy. Jane said short hair is supposed to make you look older, and i said that’s what i’d thought. Terry said i don’t look 12, i look 15, and later he called me his 14-year-old-girl. Oh yes, i feel the love. Actually, the first thing he said to me (when he first saw me, much earlier in the day) was “You got your hair cut after all.” What the hell kind of response is that? I had told him on Friday (July 26) i was gonna get my hair cut, and when i came in on Monday (July 29) without it cut he asked me about and i told him i was gonna get it cut after i got back from New York. [He was the only person at work, incidentally, who knew i was gonna get my hair cut.] I asked him about it later and he said he totally didn’t think i would really go through with it. Okay then.


This amused me.


Here is your horoscope for Tuesday, August 6.
Everyone is welcome. Other Signs may complain, but Cancer is overjoyed at a fresh start. Your instincts are reliable. Boundaries are observed but not enforced. The honor system is in effect these days.
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So i got my hair cut yesterday and it was not traumatic. It's a bit shorter than i had intended (my hair goes just below my ears) but it'll grow and i like it.

I figured out who my haircut reminds me of when i look at myself in the mirror. Buffy in the play in Willow's dream in "Restless." Yes, this is only because i saw that episode last Sunday. I also am reminded a little of Ramona. But mostly black-haired Buffy.

I went to church this morning, and numerous people complimented me on the haircut. Shannon said i was brave. :) I got at least 10 inches cut off, so i'm, sending it to Locks Of Love.


After my last post i decided to do some tour searching.

I learned that the Indigo Girls will be performing in Northampton September 17 (that's a Tuesday -- someone tell me Buffy Season 7 won't have started yet; taping episodes is such a hassle) at The Pines. (They'll also be at Brown, in Providence, that Friday.)

Antigone Rising, whom i think I remember hearing great stuff about from Melissa when she went to WAMfest, will be at Pearl Street September 21 (Saturday). Only $10. I'm so there. Oh, they'll also be in Cambridge, August 15, at TT The Bears, 10 Brookline Street.

Catie Curtis will be doing a free show Thursday, August 15, as part of the WBOS/Copley Summer Music Series in Boston. That's the same night as the Antigone Rising show in Cambridge. Here i learned that "The WBOS Summer Concerts at Copley run on Thursday nights from July 11th to August 22nd (except August 1st). Shows are FREE and begin at 5:30pm in front of historic Trinity Church in Copley Square Park." If the concert's that early i could probably still make the Antigone Rising show. Oh, i'm working 6-9 that night. Nevermind then. I've seen Catie Curtis live twice already, and i'm not a giant fan, so it's no big deal.

According to this i could see Melissa Ferrick for $20 at the MFA courtyard, Wednesday, August 28. I think i'll pass. [Also, who knew Boston had Bastille Day celebrations?]

According to this, Suzanne Vega will perform at the Friday, August 23, "free Copley Square Park summer series finale " and "will sing songs from her upcoming album, Songs in Red and Grey, due Sept. 25."

I really should stop and go finish my NYC trip post.

Anyone else i should look up next time i'm online?
hermionesviolin: photoshoot image of Michelle Trachtenberg (who plays Dawn in the tv show Buffy) looking seriously (angrily?) at the viewer, with bookshelves in the background (angry - books)
Ovations is closed on Mondays. Grr. They are, however, open 9-8 Tues-Fri and 8-4 on Saturdays, so that means i can call on Saturday, or probably even after i get home on Friday. Plus the fact that they're open after 5 and open on Sundays makes it much easier to schedule an appointment. (I'm not a fan of hair cuts on my lunch break.)
hermionesviolin: an image of Alyson Hannigan (who plays Willow Rosenberg) with animated text "you think you know / what you are / what's to come / you haven't even / BEGUN" (you think you know...)
Well, going through the warehouse that is my room turned out to be a mixed blessing. I was looking for the cheap cameras i knew i had brought to college and then not used so that i could bring them to NYC. I found them as well as the bag that had all my jewelry. I’d forgotten i had so many pretty pairs of earrings. I’ll have to start wearing them again. I also found my old wallet (which i had also been looking for since it has my social security card in it) and it had $83.50 in it. WOOT! I also found another whole box of zines. I have the bad feeling that i’ve already read most of them and they’ve been sitting there waiting for me to write a letter or something. Sigh.

My dad thinks i should have a professional cut my hair, so it’ll flip nicely and stuff. I guess he’s right. I’ll add that to my list of Monday morning errands: call Ovations and see when i can get an appointment. Partly i’m a cheap brat, but also i was excited about getting it done like now.

Here is your horoscope for Friday, July 26.
The Pisces Moon transforms you into an actor, a fashion model or some other extroverted creature. Speak about subjects on which you're suddenly an expert. Change is sudden and welcome.


Here is your horoscope for Saturday, July 27.
Take a long walk with the intention of getting lost. Cancer's job is to exercise untested choices, if only to see where they lead. Everyone is welcome at the parties you attend.
hermionesviolin: (self)
So i have basically decided that i am going to have my haircut to my chin. Like my roommate's girlfriend's. Only that doesn't mean anything to anyone who reads this (except my mom), so having looked at the current ELLE i can safely say that i want roughly Julia Stiles' new haircut, only without the funny styling she did in that shoot. Anyway, my question is: should i get a side part, or stay with the down the middle part?



5 hours and 4 asprin later i still have a headache. What is up?

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