hermionesviolin: a close-up crop of a Laurel Long illustration of a lion, facing serenely to one side (Aslan)
I am REALLY enjoying this cooler weather.  I actually want to move around again.  I feel much more like I can THINK again.  And, yanno, function.  (I'm also recovering my emotional resources -- as evidenced by the fact that I'm beginning to actually fret about Terry a little.)

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Laura Ruth and I had dinner (outside!) at the Burren.  She got a shandy and fish&chips.  I got a glass of Pinot Noir (I recently watched Sideways, so sue me -- and it's not like I asked for it right off the bat; the waitress listed the options, and that's what I decided on), a bowl of butternut squash, and vegetarian potato skins.  I was surprisingly full when I finished.

She asked if we had an agenda.  I said no -- said I've learned not to have an agenda when meeting with clergy because when I go in with an agenda, they end up having a different agenda and so we end up doing their agenda.  She made sadface.  I said that usually it's the first time I have coffee with clergy, that we've had some sort of "Oh let's talk more about this" conversation and then they do a "getting to know you" thing and I'm like, "Okay."  She said she's been ordained a year and a half and was a layperson for forty-eight and a half years, and she knows that experience, and she doesn't want to be that pastor, and she asked what my agenda would be if we had one and asked me to pull her back if we got away from that agenda, said I would be helping her to be the kind of pastor she wants to be.

She said she trusts me re: worship.  She said one reason for this is because language is so important to me.  She said that last night when I pronounced us forgiven, she really felt the relief of that grace, and she said she doesn't always.  I was really touched by that.

She said the other reason is that I am so concerned to make a space that is "anxiety free" for people, to allow them to "fall into worship."

She asked me why I do so much church, asked if I have words for that.
I said people frequently ask me that -- I said Meck had asked me that after her (Laura Ruth's) installation -- and I can stumble through an answer, but I have yet to come up with a good answer.
Laura Ruth said that often when she's talking about church, Meck will ask her, "Are you talking about Elizabeth?"  ♥

I talked about how I'm really attached to Christianity -- and that I think that's largely because it's what I grew up with, that I'm not deeply invested/interested in investigating the truth claims (that's the phrase I was looking for! -- I kept saying "faith claims" and saying I knew that wasn't the phrase I wanted) of other religions -- and I talked about how when I was in college I wanted good sold argumentations for things like the Resurrection.  (I said that my mother would sometimes say, "You know it's called faith for a reason," to which my response was: "I made the God leap; for everything else I want strong argumentation.")  She asked me a follow-up question about this later, and I said that I've made peace with it somehow, that I stopped fighting it and it became something that I believe, that some of it was reading the arguments of "people wouldn't have made these claims if it didn't happen" and being sufficiently satisfied with those apologetics, and some of it was being in places like CWM and finding meaningful the layers of metaphor and meaning of Resurrection and "practice resurrection" and the importance of the Incarnation and how it says that we are created bodies and bodies are good and important.  Laura Ruth said -- I think in connection with this part of the conversation -- that I haven't stopped engaging with these things, that that's one of the reasons I'm so good at liturgy etc.

Having Lorraine's post in my recent history, I was inspired to talk about how going to church stuff -- be it worship service or book study or prayer group or whatever -- shows me different ways of doing this thing called being Christian.  I had never thought of it that way before, but after I had said it I thought it made so much sense.

Laura Ruth talked about how I synthesize the intellectual and the emotional/experiential and my own experience and those of other people.  I was thinking later that this makes a lot of sense.  In college (and since) I talked a lot about interpreting liberals and conservatives to each other, living in that liminal border space, moving between two sides and trying to help both sides understand each other.  I'm also really big on organizing things, making things flow, making them comprehensible; and proofreading and editing things, making them more clear and easy to understand -- which I had never thought to connect to other issues of accessibility until tonight but which now seems an intuitive connection.

We talked a little about The Shack before she had to leave for a 7pm rehearsal.  I talked about how some of it -- like the idea that God can't just be one person, because God is love, and love can only exist in relationship, and so if there was a time at which God was not in relationship then God could not be Love -- is stuff that's good to be reminded of but which isn't new to me, so I didn't have the "earth-shattering" reaction I've heard a lot of people had.  I also said that I felt like a lot of the stuff in the book was good -- like the idea that just because God uses bad things toward good ends doesn't mean that God caused the bad things to begin with -- I found myself after I closed the book feeling like there were lots of big things that didn't get addressed -- like how do you balance the fact that God does intervene sometimes, why did Jesus Incarnate at that particular historical moment, what exactly does the salvific moment on the cross or at the resurrection mean, what about judgment day.  I said I was willing to believe that the answer is: "It doesn't matter.  What matters is loving and being in relationship."

Laura Ruth asked if I'd read A History of God, and I said no but it's on my list.
She said that the Old Testament talks about there being lots of gods, our God is just the greatest of them.  She said, "God was never alone."

Before we parted, I thanked her for all the "nice is not a big enough word for what I want to say" things she said.  She said, "As a pastor, I get to tell people true things.  Isn't that wonderful?"

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I am also glad that Ari is not dead (just really, really tired).
hermionesviolin: (all the beauty just keeps shaking me)
Laura and I grabbed a late lunch, and it was actually nice out (mid-70s, apparently, and didn't feel humid) so I got a book and ate outside.

When I got back to the office, a bottle of red wine was being opened (a Mettler 2004 Petite Sirah).  For Prof.D's birthday, it turned out.  I had three servings (for values of "serving" that equal maybe two mouthfuls).

In other news:

Scott K. stopped by late this morning, in between Math Camp stuff.  On Friday he had said he would stop by on Monday or Tuesday, and lo he kept his word :)

At Harvard T after work, I stopped and chatted with Antonio (spray paint artist) for the first time since, I dunno, spring?

I stopped at Shaw's and picked up some groceries (by which I mostly mean cereal).

Walking up Elm Street, I saw a woman in running clothes with a dog on a leash.  She asked me if I had a cell phone; she had found the dog just wandering.  (Heh.)  As I started to explain who I was to the guy on the other end of the phone, a woman showed up and took back the dog (Kayla).

I stopped at the library on my way home, shortly before closing.  Ordering ~2000 pages of ILL books seemed like a good idea ... when I hadn't actually looked at the page numbers on all those anthologies, yeah.  I'm excited to read them in my nonexistent free time though.

* Colonize This! Young Women of Color on Today's Feminism (published in 2002)
* Voices of Resistance: Muslim Women on War, Faith and Sexuality
* Go the Way Your Blood Beats: An Anthology of Lesbian and Gay Fiction by African-American Writers
* Dark Matter: A Century of Speculative Fiction from the African Diaspora

... And I am going to bed soon.  We have the windows open again tonight, but I didn't have anything for dinner besides yogurt and fruit. 

Weather.com predicted high/low temps for the next two days:
Wed: 89F / 62F
Thurs: 74F / 57F


Edit: Oh, and I forgot to mention this email which went out to all Staff and Faculty from the Dean:
Please join me in the Dean's House Garden this Thursday, 27 August 2009, 1-2:30 p.m. for make-your-own-sundaes, beautiful weather (really – I'm guaranteeing it), and an opportunity to catch up and relax with your colleagues before we're fully immersed in the new academic year. It's a small way of saying thank you for your many contributions to the School.
hermionesviolin: Boston skyline at sunset with the word "Boston" at the top (Boston)
First, Happy 28th wedding anniversary to my parents.

Second, Happy PRIDE!

The Pride Interfaith Service felt a lot like last year'sRead more... )

We got second breakfast at the Dunkin' Donuts by Boylston and came back and watched the Parade from about where we did last year.  Unfortunately we didn't manage to meet up with Roza.

Five minutes after I left my house, I realized I totally hadn't thought to bring a camera.  (Allie didn't either, which we both regretted a bit.)

[Parade was about 12:20pm-1:20pm where we were.]
I think it was the Roller Derby girls who had pretty girls (shimmery midrif-baring outfits and brightly colored hair) holding their banner.
We also saw a costumed contingent from comicopia incl. Dazzler.
I liked that not all the politicians were white men.  I also liked how many groups there were of middle-aged/retired folks (including a couple drag queens).
There was a group of Indian (as in, Indian subcontinent) folks, which we didn't remember from last year.
One of the trucks representing a gay club had folks with whips and floggers, but I think that was the only BDSM representation.
I saw First Pres Waltham and LizL looked hott in her clerical collar.  I also recognized RevSteph with The Crossing and Desmond from ASC and recognized lots of FCS folks (marching as one among many UCC congregations).  I didn't see ANTS, but I did see their banner hung up at the Interfaith Service.
[official website: parade route and participants]

City Hall Plaza seemed even more crowded than in years past.  We hit the Bisexual Resource Center booth (Ellyn -- formerly of Teen Voices, now living with her partner in Brockton -- and I chatted catching up) and I considered getting a "It's not a phase It's my life" t-shirt.  We regretted not stopping at the "Don't Ask Don't Tell" booth.  I bought a black messenger bag with a beautiful tree picture on it.  $45.  I love my cheap black backpack for weekdays when I need to carry a change of clothes (gym) along with a book and water bottle and etc, but it feels a bit much on weekends when I'm only carrying a book and water bottle and etc.  We found CWM's booth but didn't stay long (though I did take a pin which I'll put on my backpack) because Carolyn wanted to see about maybe buying a bag like mine and then we were meeting up with [livejournal.com profile] offbalance and [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl.  (So I also didn't get to hit the Poly-Amory booth.)

We wanted sit-down lunch, so we headed toward Faneuil Hall.  J. mentioned that if there was anywhere we wanted to go but couldn't 'cause we're locals we could use them for the tourist excuse.  When we got to Sam's Cafe at Cheers, Allie and I mentioned that neither of us had been there before, so J. decreed that's where we were going.  He explained, "As a heterosexual male, it's my job to enforce the patriarchy" (though he also said he's a lesbian).  Yeah, I like J.  (I've heard lots of "Awesome boyfriend is awesome" stories and I didn't have any reason to disbelieve, but this was the first time I'd actually met him.)  And then at one point we were talking about Buffy and he made a cutting remark about Dawn and I flipped him off and he shook my hand -- "Stand up for your girl."
    There are 3 ATMs in Quincy Market.  We hit all three of them (the first two were broken -- "Throat Error" said the first one) and Erica(?) from the Hav said hi to me during our travels (I was really impressed that she remembered my name).  We sat down at the restauarant about 3pm.  We hit the bathrooms on the way out of Sam's and hey, ATM.  Anyway, I got Pasta Caprese (included artichoke hearts) and a Blueberry Ale (look at me, drinking beer and not minding it at all).
    I hadn't seen Sharon in two years, and Allie didn't know either of them, but the four of us easily geeked out together -- plus, bonus, Sharon really likes Boston :)

Allie and I hit Million Year Picnic and Herrell's on the way back.

Getting off the train at Davis, we saw a guy wearing this t-shirt.  Allie and I frequently lamented that we passed as straight (and we didn't even get any stickers or beads or anything); we kept seeing all these people who clearly had come from Pride, but we didn't so code to an outsider.  Clearly next year we need to plan our outfits better (today we were mostly going for "what will make us overheat least").

Also, apparently I need to take the ferry out to Provincetown with Allie one of these days.  And we also need to do the Freedom Trail.

Walking home, we saw the little girl on stilts from the Parade.  She was selling lemonade, complete with blue heart-shaped ice cubes.  (Yes, we bought some.)

I got home around 6pm and washed the sunscreen off me (Mom, you can be so proud: not only did I remember to put sunscreen on, but I put the bottle in my bag, which meant not only could I put some on my chest -- which I had forgotten initially -- but Allie got to put sunscreen on -- she'd forgotten to put any on until she was too far from her house to go back) ... and napped a bit.  Apparently I was more tired than I realized.  I probably would have just stayed in bed except I wanted to get this written (parents' anniversary and all).
hermionesviolin: photoshoot image of Emma Caulfield (who plays Anya), looking to the right and smiling, with text "I do it for the joy it brings" (i do it for the joy it brings)
Last Monday, I said, "This really feels like a spiritual practice... being with people in their pain."

My mother said, as she has said before,
That is one of my dominant spiritual practices -- tho I don't generally think of it as a "practice" exactly. I think of it as standing on holy ground doing sacred work.

I think it is the most precious work you can ever do.
This past Sunday, Laura Ruth preached "Walking With You Is My Prayer." She had been back just a few days, having spent over a week in Ontario vigiling with her partner Meck as Meck's father neared death, and Meck remained in Ontario as her father remained. The Scripture text was the Road to Emmaus.

I read the text of the sermon on Wednesday. Girl can preach. One thing I was really impressed by in her sermon was her raw, honest, listing of so many different kinds of Good Friday places we can experience. Anyway, excerpt:
What in God’s name do we do after catastrophe? What do we do after we have held our breath, after we wail with grief and misery, after we condemn ourselves for what we could have done or left undone, should have done or not done, but didn’t. After we blame, and point fingers, after we plot about how to get even, or after we drug ourselves with our usual substances and distractions? In that void that comes after that last breath, what do we do?

What do we do?

We walk.

Read more... )

It doesn’t matter if we believe a little or if we believe a lot. What matters is the practice of walking in community, noticing the arrival, perceiving the constant availability of the divine.
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Beginning at tonight's Rest and Bread Service, we're back to our pre-Lenten service, of scripture, reflection, communion, and singing "Abide With Me." We hope you will come and fall into that familiar place that allows deep prayer and meditation.

Also beginning tonight, Keith and I will center our reflections on the biographies and witness of people in the Bible. Tonight, we will breathe into Jonah and his story.
When I got that email that morning, I thought, "I have missed Rest and Bread!" even though I only missed last week; I suspect what I really mean is, "I have missed Laura Ruth!"

I hugged her a LOT.

After service she said I seemed really good. Part of me was amused because the one time that I responded to "How are you?" with, "I've been better," she looked like horrified, so my sense is that she thinks of me as always being good (which I usually am, plus the contexts in which I see her make me happy), but I was really feeling bubbling over joyful. I dunno if it's 'cause I'm at the end of my period or if I just needed to recoup from [redacted v. Holy Saturday] or just what, but I'll definitely take this.

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Psalm 104:24-35
Chapters 1-2 of the Book of Jonah

Listening to the story being read, one of the things that struck me was that Jonah went downstairs in boat and fell asleep -- because recently in SCBC we had a session on Jesus calming the storm. I was also struck by the fact that Jonah asks them to throw him overboard -- which is this big deal (they pray to Jonah's God to forgive them for shedding innocent blood) and I wonder why he didn't just jump overboard himself (possibly it's metaphorical about how we can know what the right thing to do is but can't bring ourselves to actually do it).

In her Reflection, Laura Ruth mentioned Baghdad when talking about Nineveh, which wiki suggests is not exactly true, but it just something she mentioned in passing and it is true that it's in modern-day Iraq.
She said that midrash says that the people in the boat dipped Jonah in to the water slowly and as they did the storm got progressively calmer so they knew they were doing the right thing. Midrash is awesome :)
She commented that Jonah is from same place as Jesus (Gath-hepher is near Nazareth) and both spent 3 days in an enclosed space... I rolled my eyes.
She commented that this is the story that's read on Yom Kippur -- which I had either not realized or had forgotten.
She invited us to reflect on times when we run away from where God is calling us to go. I appreciated her map, where she's like, "Here's Jonah, here's Nineveh [a couple inches northeast], here's Tarshish [a couple inches west]."

I was struck by Jenny's prayers during Prayers of the People:
"All those affected by the new flu virus and those who live in fear because of it."
"All the people I've seen on the streets recently asking for money who aren't the regulars -- and for the regulars, too."

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Earlier that day, musesfool had posted:
Things to Do in the Belly of the Whale
-Dan Albergotti

Measure the walls. Count the ribs. Notch the long days.
Look up for blue sky through the spout. Make small fires
with the broken hulls of fishing boats. Practice smoke signals.
Call old friends, and listen for echoes of distant voices.
Organize your calendar. Dream of the beach. Look each way
for the dim glow of light. Work on your reports. Review
each of your life's ten million choices. Endure moments
of self-loathing. Find the evidence of those before you.
Destroy it. Try to be very quiet, and listen for the sound
of gears and moving water. Listen for the sound of your heart.
Be thankful that you are here, swallowed with all hope,
where you can rest and wait. Be nostalgic. Think of all
the things you did and could have done. Remember
treading water in the center of the still night sea, your toes
pointing again and again down, down into the black depths.
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Jason and I went to Highland Kitchen [yelp] for dinner.

I considered getting a Mai Tai Dragon (Sailor Jerry Rum, orange Curaçcao, almond syrup and lime juice) but opted instead to get a Dorchester (vodka, triple sec, pink lemonade). It mostly tasted like vodka, which I suppose I should not be surprised by.

I ordered the vegetarian lasagna (which, contrary to the online menu -- which is on a myspace page, wtf? -- is not a butternut squash lasagna) which was good (though I'm not certain it was $16 good) though I would barely know because I was talking nonstop for a large portion of dinner. I am not used to the getting-to-know-you game and am bad at coming up with questions to ask people, but I enjoy talking about myself at great length :)

We got the banana bread pudding for dessert, which was also good.

I was surprised at how full the restaurant was for a Wednesday night (though at Jason's request we got a booth, which was much nicer than a two-person table would have been) and learned how much a cab is from there to my house ('cause it would have been like a 40-minute walk or 2 busses).

And I went to bed later than is optimal for me given when I get up in the morning, but I am okay with that.
hermionesviolin: (self)
gym )

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My mom emailed me:
FW: WBZ-TV & TV38 Morning Update

How NOT to deal with New England winters

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Man Burns Home Melting Ice With Blowtorch

New Bedford fire officials say a homeowner using a blowtorch to melt ice on his back porch set the home on fire causing up to $30,000 in damage.
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Rich stopped by during lunch and joked with MaryAlice about Festivus.  I said that at the holiday party I went to last night, someone was like, "So, Solstice, Christmas, Hannukah, what else are we celebrating?" and Nick (?) said, "Christmuhanukwanzukah," and I said, "Festivus," even though I've never seen that Seinfeld episode nor do I even like Seinfeld.  Relating this conversation reminded me that I had meant to look up when Kwanzaa actually is.

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I went to the OSS holiday party around 5.  Because it had been rescheduled from Friday, turnout was much lower than usual.  I know most of the OSS guys, but it's not like we're friends, and I'm no good with small talk anyway, so I mostly stood around.  I started off with a Parrot Bay (passion fruit & mango) and then had a glass of the punch Rey had put together, which was really tasty but after I finished that in the first hour as well (Rey said, "I see you, drinking that like it's water") I said I was done, " 'cause the more I drink, the more I wanna make out with people."  Ramone goes, "get this lady another drink," which, yes, is funny, but as I said after I finished my second glass of punch (which I nursed for about an hour), "There's nobody here who's gonna make out with me, so..."  I'm not really good with that kind of joking around 'cause I'm often not intuitively good at reading the serious-ness level, and I also often don't find it all that fun to engage if it's not actually serious.

joy sadhana )
hermionesviolin: (hard at work)
Subject Line = my mantra today.

At one point this afternoon, Sara was waiting for me while I was on the phone and after I hung up I said, "I'm going to kill everyone I work with."  Sara sort of made a hiding gesture and said, "Including me?" and I sort of laughed and said, "No, not you."

From Y!M:
me [2:44 PM] My mother's "Try to be mature and hope it'll pass." is my new mantra. *breathes*
mjules [2:46 PM] Heh. I misread "breathes" as "Beatles," and I was trying to put the two together, though my brain brought up "Let It Be" pretty quickly.
mjules [2:48 PM] (which rather suits, with the whole "Mother speaking wisdom in times of trouble" motif.)

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Holiday Party today from 4-6pm.  MaryAlice showed up at my desk at 3:52.  I was like, "Um, I was expecting to leave at 4pm.  I'm still doing work."  A few minutes later, she and Katie and Greg were in front of my desk, so I finished up the last email I was working on and headed out.

I don't mind getting to stuff like that right when it starts except for the fact that I don't know a huge amount of people outside of my Unit -- and I see the people in my Unit all the time (I've actually barely seen Katie in like two weeks, but this wasn't necessarily the ideal time to catch up).  But when I went to get dessert (I was peer pressured into starting with healthy food) I bumped into a guy who sees me on the T a lot who introduced himself.  And then I saw Emily from Strategy (whom I know from commuting -- she lives in Teele) and chatted with her and she introduced me to Sean (sp?) who's been temping in their department (and just recently graduated from Hampshire, and is living ridiculously far away like Marshfield).  And then I bumped into Kara (who started as a temp for Katie and is now in GM) and Chris (BGIE -- whom I met randomly at the Centennial).  Later, Jean (floater staff assistant who's been sitting behind me for a few months now) came over and was telling people about what an awesome relationship I have with my faculty (i.e., B) and with other faculty in the department and how well I handle all the craziness of managing these folks.  Hee.

I had 3 glasses of white wine (Bordeaux).

We went back to the office around 6:30, and I killed some time before heading over to my 7:45 class at the div school.

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Before class, Laurel said, "I was going to get you a Christmas present, but then I heard what my mom's getting you and decided it would be overkill."  I was like, 0.0  She said it should be arriving in a few days.

On our walk back to Harvard Square after class, I was venting and she reached over like to rub my head.  Hee.  ('Cause I am forever petting her hair to comfort her.)

***

On my way up the stairs at Davis, I saw Adam (who temped for Ranjan Monday and Tuesday of this week).  Apparently he lives in Teele, just moved from Chicago two months ago.

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Walking home, I mentally drafted Prof.B's Performance Evaluation of me if it were just one big prose document (a la what I did for Skarda -- per her request -- when I wanted her to write me a letter of rec).
hermionesviolin: (hipster me)
gym: Thurs/Fri )

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Friday

SquawkBox )

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A GMA anchor said Warren Buffet has surpassed Bill Gates as the richest man in the world. First time in 15 years Gates hasn't been at the top. She cracked, "I guess it's a good thing someone's been making money this past month."

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I've watched Pink's new single "So What" [lyrics, video] on VH1 a couple times and am not really a fan. I do really like Matt Nathanson's "Come On Get Higher" [lyrics, video] and Gavin Rosdale's "Love Remains the Same" [lyrics, video]

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Speaking of tv, MaryAlice said the HBS turkey was on WBZ last night. Katie told me some about the segment later, and we agreed that it was pretty lame. Excerpt

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via undeny: Jayne Hoodie ("A man walks down the street in this, people know he's not afraid of anything")

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I don't actually know what kind of cake we ordered for Greg's party 'cause Ben took care of everything, but it was YUM. Looking at the menu [PDF], I'm thinking the Chocolate Symphony? -- "Three tiers of Valrhona chocolate mousse (bittersweet, milk, and white) with chocolate cake"

We also had the two bottles of wine that Peter had given Greg over years past and which Greg had been saving for a special occasion. He poured us all a little bit of this Wisconsin Cranberry Wine (he'd even chilled both bottles in his mini-fridge that morning), and then while I was talking to Sara and Nithya, whatever was left of that as well as most of the second bottle got drunk. Various people had elsewheres to be, so when I turned around 25 minutes after the "party" had started, the hall was almost empty.

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Meme I've seen around: When you see this, post in your own journal with your favorite quote from The Princess Bride. Preferably not "As you wish" or the Inigo Montoya speech.

Possibly my favorite line is, "Is this a kissing book?" but the one I've been thinking about recently is:

That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying "As you wish", what he meant was, "I love you." And even more amazing was the day she realized she truly loved him back.
hermionesviolin: (andro)
"When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home."

Yeah, that's about all I got.  I've never been a big movie watcher, and when I do watch movies they're usually contemporary ones, so I have literally never seen Paul Newman in anything.

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Saturday night, My housemate had her boyfriend and a couple friends over and I watched them play a round of Chez Geek (I was unimpressed by the game) and then I headed out to Althea's birthday party.

At Althea's I picked up a bottle of Smuttynose beer (India Pale Ale).  I didn't like it much.  On Kim's suggestion, I mixed it with apple cider, which much improved it -- I could still taste the beer undertone, but it mostly tasted like apple cider.

Althea had rented a karaoke machine, and it mostly turned into group sing, which was lots of fun, though it didn't really lend itself to actually talking to anyone.

One of the people I did manage to talk to for a while was Megan (sp?) whom I'd met at the potluck.  Turns out she works at KSG.  She asked if I was interested in business (since I work at HBS).  I said I'm growing interested in it (though I later clarified that what I'm growing interested in is the negotiation, psychology, behavioral decision making, sort of stuff) but it's not something I would actually want to do as a job.  She said she feels similarly about some of the stuff her profs do (yeah, she does faculty support, too), like interfaith stuff is really interesting but she 'cause it's so political.  I said interfaith work is something that I actually could see myself doing and asked what kind of stuff her prof does.

It's beginning to feel like hints of Call -- though it may also just be sychronicity confirmation bias.

This morning was session #3 of the adult ed series on Shalom at CHPC, and, largely riffing off of some Gregory of Nyssa (hi, sk8eeyore), we talked about that tension of developing peace within yourself and working toward piece in the greater world/community.  I thus got to hit various of my favorite talking points (mostly in affirming what other people were saying).

At CWM tonight, Tiffany asked us to think about what makes this community (since the mission statement doesn't exactly capture who we really are as church), and Chelsea mentioned inclusion (which I figured was a given that like everyone was gonna say) and went on to say that given the type of people at CWM, it would be easy for us to speak negatively of people who disagree (she used the phrase "finger-pointing"), but we don't, and when we do, it gets discussed afterward like how we can do better.  This is not exactly my experience of CWM.  Though I recognize that part of that is my own baggage from First Churches Northampton, and it's rare that there are really overt explicit incidents.  And I'd been thinking earlier that one of the things that makes CWM feel like most like "my home church" of all the churches is how comfortable I've grown arguing with people.  (Appearances to the contrary, I do not actually get confrontational until I have some degree of comfort with the other party.)

Waling to morning church in the light rain, I noticed the colored leaves on the ground (and on the trees) for the first time this season.

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Saturday: I slept for 12 hours (hallelujah!), did 80 pages of RED reading, hung out with housemate &co., and went to a birthday party (the first time I had left the house all day).

Sunday: I slept for 6 hours (I stayed at Althea's party until just about the very end), watched last Monday's HIMYM while eating breakfast before morning church, went to morning church + adult ed, did my remaining 50 pages of RED reading (not counting the one article that's on reserve at Gutman [edit: Technically it's on reserve at Andover, but there was an available copy of the book at Gutman, so I just photocopied the essay and went on my way. /edit], which I intend to obtain and read tomorrow), went to evening church + council.

Yeah, it's gonna be quite a semester.
hermionesviolin: (self)
I emailed LauraRuth yesterday morning saying I'd returned safely and did she wanna grab coffee.  She emailed me back this morning saying, "Welcome home! I'm did miss you, truly."  ♥

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Today I:
+ returned the cable modem from my old apartment
+ bought groceries (and walked all the way home with them because I missed the 96 bus by like 5 minutes -- it passed me as I walked from Porter to Davis)
Shaw's is such a step up from Johnnie's FoodMaster.  They don't have the Axelrod yogurt I used to get at the FoodMaster, so I looked for other gelatin-free yogurts and came home with single-serving containers of:

* Cascade Fresh -- marionberry, raspberry, cherry vanilla
* Wallaby Organic (creamy Australian style) -- banana vanilla, raspberry
* Emmi Swiss Premium -- black cherry
* Whole Soy & Co. (soy yogurt) -- raspberry
* and a 2lb container of Stonyfield Farm Organic Banilla (which I already know and love)
+ did laundry
+ put up a hand towel in the bathroom (there had been a bath towel living there for a while, hence my not having done it before)
+ paid a bunch of bills, and activated my TJX rewards card
+ hung out with Housemate and her parents and her bf
+ went out to dinner with them at Sei Bar around the corner (where I had sake for the first time)
+ caught up on LJ (though a bunch of the entries have been bookmarked for more thorough reading/commenting later)

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From my dad:
[Orin Kerr, August 23, 2008 at 2:10am]
Banned From Parks For Correcting Typos:
From Boston.com: "A man from Somerville, Mass., and his friend who went around the country this year removing typographical errors from public signs have been banned from national parks after vandalizing a historic marker at the Grand Canyon."
(A commenter points out that it's a hand-lettered sign and thus an "orthographical" rather than a "typographical" error.)
hermionesviolin: (hipster me)
gym )

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Use of gender-specific language on Facebook.  Thoughts?

Impromptu going-away party today at work at like 4pm.  I was wrapping up some work stuff, but Greg and Katie pulled me in (not that I needed much convincing).  I had a Sam Adams Summer Ale and when I left around 5:30 I could feel it -- not like I was unsteady on my feet or anything, but I definitely didn't feel like actually doing work.  At Davis T Station about 45 minutes later (I did errands at Staples and CVS) I felt fine.  I am such a lightweight.

Did I miss an announcement about changes to LJ voiceposting?  'Cause there used to be a whole slew of local U.S. numbers (and no international numbers -- though I know that was in the works) but now there are two toll-free numbers, a Canada and a Japan number, and two UK numbers.  I had a local number programed into my cell and was gonna voicepost on Monday 'cause I pay for texting, but I kept just getting a busy signal, and today I was finally a computer when I remembered that I wanted to look it up.  (The last time I phoneposted was February of last year.)


joy sadhana - cut-tagged because I feel like the way I format it it takes up an inordinate amount of space )
hermionesviolin: (hipster me)
Harvard Square being on fire (link courtesy my mom) did not particularly affect my morning commute.  I was getting off the subway and heard a mumbled loudspeaker announcement and then a clearer repetition, indicating that certain bus lines were not running through Harvard Square.  The main exit was cordoned off, so I walked through the bus area out to the Brattle St. exit and back to JFK St. and then just walked to work.  The lights were out at the Mem. Drive intersection, but I don't know if that was related (and the traffic cops made things run fairly smoothly).

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gym )

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I was going to go to bed early tonight because Zombie Strippers is no longer showing anywhere in the Boston area so my original plans were canceled.  But Cailin invited me to have dinner with her and Mike&Leslie.  Cailin and I gossiped about work until Leslie came home and then we were all indecisive about dinner plans.  We finally decided on Sunset Grill out on Allston.  When we called ahead (party of six-ish -- was ultimately us four, plus Henry, Meg, Erin, and Aaron) they said we shouldn't have any problem, but when we got there like an hour later [we had told them we would be there soon] there was a "90-120min" wait.  So we went to Big City next door -- which is run by the same people, though Cailin found the food inferior.  I wasn't very hungry, which was weird 'cause I've been hungry like every few hours the past few days.  I ordered a Triple Berry Bitch, an appetizer order of shoestring fries, and an appetizer order of spinach&artichoke skins.  The filling in the skins was a bit too like dip for me, but it wasn't too bad.

Someone was talking about bowling, which led to talking about candlepin bowling, and Mike was talking about how candlepin was the only bowling he ever knew, so when he used to watch movies he would be like, "Why are they doing that fake bowling?"  He commented that when you watch bowling on tv, like the championships, it's all candlepin bowling.  Cailin was like, "You watched bowling?"  I concurred that it was on Sunday afternoons, so it was something you passed by as you flipped channels, though not necessarily something you actually watch for very long.  Cailin said, "Is this a Norwood thing?"  I was like, "Is Mike from Norwood?"  As it turns out, she and I had totally had this conversation, but it hadn't really stuck since I think of Cailin's friends as people I'm never actually gonna meet.

(I got home at like 11:30, I just got wrapped up in other things, hence taking forever to post and go to bed.)
hermionesviolin: Boston skyline at sunset with the word "Boston" at the top (Boston)
When we were planning this outing, [livejournal.com profile] traces said, "Anyway, this sounds divine!  I'd love to celebrate spring w/swan boats & art shows!!"

I met her at South Station around 11am and we walked to Boston Common and the Public Gardens, wandering around and chatting up a storm and taking pictures (I hadn't actually expected the Public Gardens to be all beautiful yet, which is silly).  When we ended up at the entrance to the Swan Boats, we got in line and this guy came up to me and said, "Elizabeth, right?"  I recognized him but really couldn't place him.  He mentioned he had just recently had lunch with a student in Northampton and I realized he was Peter, the pastor at the church I went to for three years in college.  He and his wife (Jenny! I couldn't remember her name and just now as I was typing this up I remembered) were bringing their grandkid to the Swan Boats.  They were significantly ahead of us in line, so I only spoke briefly with Peter.

Afterward we walked to Copley -- I had a brief moment of, "I do remember how to do this, right?" but we exited right at Newbury Street so that was easy.  We cut over at Trinity Church and I hadn't noticed before the Boston Marathon map thing in the sidewalk.  A unicorn?
We were gonna just get food somewhere on the way to the MFA, but I was getting hungry so I suggested we just to the California Pizza Kitchen at the Pru ... and then I decided that since I couldn't remember really where that was in the Pru that we could just stop at the Chicago Uno we were walking past (on Boylston).  Tracy got a sangria which I had a sip of.

We only had time to spend about an hour at the MFA (since Tracy had to get a 4:30 train back, and it didn't go by Ruggles) but we saw a fair amount of Art in Bloom.  We mostly walked through stuff I'd seen before, but we also saw some of the Antonio López García exhibit.

[You can read her brief writeup of the day here.]

After I dropped Tracy at her train I had an unsuccessful quest for summer shoes at the Downtown Crossing Payless and then headed out to meet Katie for dinner at Brown Sugar Cafe (Thai food) on Comm. Ave. (Babcock St. stop), which I'd heard good things about but had never been to (as I'm so rarely out in that area, especially with time to eat dinner).  I got the Vegetable Pad Thai and was unimpressed, but I ordered fried banana with coconut ice cream for dessert and that was very tasty.

She walked with me to Marsh Chapel (BU Central stop) where I was going to see Carolyn in Handel's "Solomon."  I was too tired to enjoy it properly, but they definitely did a good job.

I hadn't realized BU is on the water until we were walking back to Theology House after the concert.  I was like, "Water!  And the Hyatt I see from the Red Line."  I also hadn't realized just how close so much of the different Green Lines are to each other (apparently having looked at the MBTA GoogleHack before hadn't really stuck) -- even though on Friday Nicki was talking about taking the 66 and I was realizing that it takes you from Harvard Square (Red Line) to literally each of the four Green Lines.

Afterward was STH bar night at Beacon Street Tavern (St. Mary's St. stop on the C line), which for a variety of factors ended up just being Carolyn, her mom, me, and Carolyn's friend Rhoda.
I got an 'Effen' Roy Rogers.  Yeah, I should not get Coke-based drinks, as I'm not a big fan of the taste; I want straight up fruity (or occasionally not fruity, like a martini or something).

Rhoda, who lives in Malden, drove us home, which I appreciated, since we ended up staying at the bar until almost 1am (I'd resigned myself to taking a cab home fairly early on).
hermionesviolin: silhouette of a figure holding an umbrella while rain falls (rain)
I got about 9 hours of sleep last night.

However, I did not get my lunch with Terry, as he had some family emergency (what else is new?).  He said we'll talk some time this week, and it occurred to me later that I don't actually have day plans for next Saturday, so in theory I could come out again.  (I could take the train out Saturday morning, have lunch with him, spend the afternoon with my parents or reading a book or something, go with my mom to Susan's seder, and then take the train home from Brookline Village.)

My mom offered to take me to lunch, so we (my mom and my dad and I) went to Taso's -- this Greek place by Norwood Airport.  'Twas good.  I had mozzarella sticks appetizers and spanikopita which was one big wrap.  I actually ended up taking some leftovers to go -- so we definitely didn't get dessert (baklava, Richardson's ice cream, etc.).  Sadness.  My mom suggested it as an option for my and my brother's birthday celebration this summer.

Lunch was so quiet.  Friday, Cailin and a bunch of us FA's went to Border Cafe, and I always forget how noisy that place is, plus of course with five people there were multiple conversations going on.  Whereas this place wasn't jampacked and all the people who were there were subdued, and my parents and I aren't compulsively chatty.

I had expected it to be cool and rainy and suspected my choice to pack a t-shirt ("Smith College: A Tradition Of Women In Exciting Positions") was ill-advised, but the whole time I was in Norwood I had my sweatshirt tired around my waist.  Warm weather often makes me wary ('cause hot and humid weather makes me miserable, so warm weather indicates to me a prelude to that), but I did have moments of that sense of there being an alive-ness in the air, and I can see how that's appealing to people.  (Yes I was totally a bit envious when I kept hearing about the Midwest or wherever getting all this snow these past couple weeks.)

There were dark clouds when I left my parents' house, and walking home, I saw rain drops falling ahead of me.  For a bit it actually felt like I was traveling "between" the raindrops.  I puttered on the computer for about a half an hour after I got home, and when I went to the laundromat there was sunny blue sky with white clouds.  When I went to the grocery store while my clothes were in the dryer, it started raining a little bit, and when I walked home it started really raining hard -- I think it really did increase in intensity as I left the parking lot . . . and began petering out even before I got home (so we're talking like three minutes of heavy rain).  Oh summer thunderstorms.

It was so good to see Jessie at Layna's party :)  We cuddle piled on the couch with Cat and Sylvia during Apples to Apples.
    There was some conversation during one of the rounds that kept escalating and at one point Jessie turned to me and asked, "Are you traumatized?" and then remembered that I don't traumatize easily (no that is not an invitation to try).  I said I was mentally taking notes to post to LiveJournal.  I totally don't remember what the content of the conversation was, though.  Can anyone remind me?  [Edit: Thank you, Jessie, for reminding me that it was the conversation which had Peter saying, "I'd spoon Santa," and escalating from there.]
    Anthony was the judge for "Heartless" -- which got a great hand of responses.  I loved that in stating that "Hitler" did not win, he mentioned that it invokes Godwin's Law.  (What ultimately won was "Gallbladder.")
    I don't remember who was the judge for "Creepy," but the Final Two were "Barbed Wire" and "Alfred Hitchcock."  Peter said, "Tetanus or black-and-white films?"
    I gave Rebecca "Refreshing" for "Getting a Hug" and Alexis "Creative" for "Salads" (Alexis also won "Desperate" for "The Titanic").  Jessie won the game by winning "Best."  That was around midnight, and most of the remaining partygoers dispersed -- though it took me a while to make my way out as I'm often an inertia sort of a person, especially when I'm tired.

My alcohol for the night: I had a Raspberry UFO beer which turned out to be a Hefeweizen.  I approve.  (I also had Reisling in a plastic cup.)

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via pirateygoodness: Tricia Helfer with William Shatner on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno

via friendsfriends [trollprincess]: the sweetest porn story ever -- and if you click on the original entry (the first link goes to the metaquotes entry), it ends:
During the entire month of April, I am blogging for RAINN (Rape And Incest National Network) in support of National Sexual Assault Awareness and Prevention Month. At least once a week (but probably more often), I'll be posting about sex in some way, shape or form, as part of a contest through the Grassroots Blogger Book Marketing Campaign. While I'm doing this, if you could please donate to RAINN so that they may continue the work that they're doing, I would appreciate it. When doing so, if you would mention "GBBMC:08" and "chowyunsmut" in the "In Honour Of" box, it will help them track my posts and the donations that said posts generate. Yes, I am eligible to win prizes, but really, I'm doing this to raise money for RAINN. Every little bit helps.
hermionesviolin: CJ Cregg from the West Wing, sitting in her office looking thoughtful/concerned (Claudia Jean)
Last night I went to a Green Alcohol and Green Food party at Cate's new abode -- bus to Lechmere and then walked, though looking at the map the walk from Central Square might be about the same distance as the walk from Lechmere, so I may try that next time.

I mostly just hung around listening to people, which was fine.  The conversations were highly geeky at all times, with topics ranging from from alcohol to math.

I think it was Ian-the-bartender who was talking about renaissance cocktails, including the Jack Rose, which apparently a number of local bartenders spent some time going through all variant recipes and figuring out how to make the very best.  Apparently Eastern Standard at Kenmore is one of the places one can get a really good Jack Rose around here.  It's a $10 cocktail, so possibly that'll be a special occasion kind of excursion.

Over the course of the night I had a Grasshopper, a green Mai Tai, and a martini (because someone had said that on hand that night were two of the best gins for people who don't like gin).  I ended up not drinking much of the martini, however, because I was by that point cuddling attached to a Cate.  When I was getting ready to leave, I took another sip of it and yeah, it tasted strongly of olives (the sips I'd had when it was first served were fine, though).

Dinner was stuffed crust pizza from Cecilia's, which was tasty.

Company included a vegetarian-from-birth Unitarian who gives things up for Lent (her mother comes from a Lutheran background) and a woman who was talking about Johnny Weir -- which of course reminded me of mosca.

Around midnight, someone with a car who lived in my neck of the woods was heading out, so at that point I left as well, since I did want to sleep in my own bed and didn't really wanna spring for a cab (or walk all that way home).

I didn't even bother setting my alarm for 5am (in case I felt up for going to sunrise service) but just set it for 9am (to get up for regular morning service).  I think this was a good choice.


There's only this girl
waiting for stained-glass sympathy,
pretending the green train windows
will turn to the grass of Central Park,
pretending spring will come
and pare away the time,
wash the distance off her skin like sand.
     -from "Easter" by Emily Bennett (posted by [livejournal.com profile] musesfool)
The couple weeks before Palm Sunday, I sang "Christ the Lord is Ris'n Today" to myself a lot (I always accidentally mix in "Hark! the Herald Angels Sing" -- seriously, I kept inserting things like "veiled in flesh the Godhead see"; I blame the similar tunes).  It would be melodramatic to call them my "desert days," but.

I'm still not really well-focused on, well on anything really.  Life does not neatly follow the liturgical calendar.  And hey, Eastern Orthodox Easter isn't for about a month, as they schedule theirs near Passover.  Which reminds me that l would like to maybe actually attend a Passover seder this year (since I've never been to one).

I'm not sure what I want from anyone, which is frustrating.  I may find myself singing the Maundy Thursday: Stay with me, remain here with me, watch and pray, watch and pray.

I wrote the above before going to evening church, and I'm really glad I went.  Having had houseguests two weekends in a row and not getting enough sleep, I knew that not traveling out to Norwood for Easter was the right decision (last year I went to sunrise service, CHPC, and then Norwood; this year I did CHPC and CWM) but CWM service was a really good experience.  The small round table altar was covered with and surrounded by flowers (lilies, tulips, daffodils, etc.) and there was so much enthusiasm and warmth and joy, that it really helped with feeling the Easter spirit.  And it's definitely the closest to a church home that I have.  And we ended with an "inclusive" version of "Christ the Lord is Ris'n Today" which didn't feel awkward (as those rewrites often do to me) and we sang all six verses and it was so enthusiastic and just good.

In her sermon [blogspot, 7Villages] Tiffany talked about how in the Farewell Discourse (John 13-17) Jesus says over and over: "Know these three things: love, peace, and joy," and that we resist joy for so many reasons, but that God really wants us to have joy.
    One of the bits I wrote down was "to live a life of Good Fridays is to deny" -- and I forget exactly what she said, but pulling up the online text: "But to dwell forever in a world of Good Fridays negates God’s proclamation that life and love are always more powerful than the forces of death and destruction."
    And of course she quoted from The Color Purple :)  "I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it."
    It was a really good sermon for me to hear.

The Meditation was: "You may weep and mourn, but your pain will turn to joy...and no one will take that joy from you." -John 16:20ff
     I think my joy sadhana verse is going to be "Test everything. Hold on to the good." (1 Thessalonians 5:21, NIV), but that would make a really good joy sadhana verse.

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[livejournal.com profile] hummingwolf posted an excerpt from the Easter Sermon of John Chrysostom, which I found stunning:
Hell grasped a corpse, and met God.
Hell seized earth, and encountered heaven.
Hell took what it saw, and was overcome by what it could not see.
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Bonus which made the night: e-mails in which we weren't arguing.  It gives me hope that we can do this after all, which I'd been doubting recently.  /cryptic
hermionesviolin: Rabbit (from Winne the Pooh) holding a piece of paper, looking at Piglet, who is talking to them (in a gen way i swear)
Christmastide meditation: Luke 2:15-20 (RSV)
     Sarah G. did the meditation, in which she talked about how shepherds at that time had a reputation for being deceitful and etc. so one of the miracles of this story is that Mary and Joseph welcomed them.

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joy sadhana for Boxing Day

"Joy Sadhana is a daily practice in the observation of joy." -[livejournal.com profile] mylittleredgirl [more info]

The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light.  And they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined.
-Isaiah 9:2


Five good things about today:
1. The traffic light at Teele Sq. is functioning again (though it no longer seems to include a Walk light in its signal cycle).
2-5. Ari!
+ Despite the fact that we are both church-going academics (as I phrased it), we spent most of the first 5 8 hours we spent together discussing (predictably): ficathons [If I were to get sucked into doing Yuletide, what fandoms do I think I could feasibly write fic in?  Bible, Baby-Sitters Club, fairy tales?  I half-jokingly suggested that someone could nominate SciFi Original Movies as a fandom (I want Bible-era Fire Serpent fic :)) or Lifetime Original Movies (Dive From Clausen's Pier, anyone?).], embracing the tagging function [I learned later: "By default, community maintainers can create new tags for the community and community members can add tags to entries; community maintainers must add new tags to entries before members can see or use them for entries."], and other things which may or may not be redacted.
Addendum: Ari mentioned Stacey and the Mystery of Stoneybrook, "also known as the one where Charlotte ends up in Stacey's bed more than once" (BSC#35 -- you were only off by one; I'm impressed).  Note to self. /edit
+ She gave me my birthday card, which has gotta be one of the greatest cards I've received (rockstar!); and I gave her the t-shirt shirt I picked up for her at the Juno screening, which was appreciated.
+ In discussing pairings we may or may not have written, we were looking at ficlists, and in mentioning one ficlet Ari had written, she said she wanted to rewrite it now because having worked in a fabric store she knows that "the fabric store experience is nothing like that."  I responded, "I am excessively fond of you sometimes, you know."
+ We had lunch at my apartment, which included my mom's cinnamon rolls, which she liked.  (It also included some of the leftover green beans from yesterday's Christmas dinner.  So double yay for leftovers.)
+ Candlelight dinner, in a gen way we swear!  (Credit to Ari for thinking to phrase it quite that way.)  We went out for dinner and decided on Indian food.  We went to Diva, which I hadn't been to before, and partway through the evening, they came around with a tray of tea candles in colored containers and put one on each table that had customers at it.  They sold Riesling by the glass, though, which I was pleased by, and I also ordered Malai Kofta (vegetable balls with nut sauce).  My food arrived before our Naan, and I hadn't been expecting it to be in a thick sauce, so I was confused as to whether it was in fact my food.  I wasn't super impressed by it, but it wasn't bad.
+ Saying goodbye was weird, since it's unclear we'll see each other in meatspace before she absconds for parts elsewhere.  Even though we rarely see each other in meatspace as is and what with the internet we're not exactly unconnected.  As she said, "and when I got home, I had email from Elizabeth. Because clearly eight hours is not long enough."

Bonus: I got to chat with Jonah tonight, and I brought up (as I often do) the concept of Doing (which of course requires first Discerning) One's Will, which I got from Layna's friend Toby.  (I do wish I had a nice explanation of what that means, as I always stumble over articulations of long-term vs. short-term and suchlike.)  He said: Hmmm. I write notes to myself a lot. Perhaps one of them should be, "Hi, Jonah. Do you see the bigger picture?"

Three things I did well today:
1. I woke up and got up before my 9am alarm again.
2. I wrote (and mailed) a thank you note to my grandma for the Christmas gifts she bought me.
3. I provided lunch for Ari and myself (and washed dishes thereafter).

Two things I am looking forward to (doing [better]) tomorrow:
1. Possibly writing a letter to my grandparents.
2. Depositing my Christmas gift check from my grandparents.
hermionesviolin: (andro)
The flight to Edinburgh was fine, and on the bus ride from the airport was just gorgeous -- which was even more striking because it was just residential houses.

I hadn't realized the Fringe Festival was going on as well [The Bacchae is the International Festival, so it hadn't occurred to me to see if there were other festivals going on at the same time], so in addition to street musicians and street performers, I took in 3 theatre performances last night (including Corpus Christi, which I cried through so much of). Oh, and I tried absinthe (and was unimpressed).
hermionesviolin: (glam)
On my way to get my hair cut Saturday morning, someone asked me for directions to Davis Square. I gave them and said I was going that way myself, so we walked part way together.  He said he was looking for housing, was moving here to be a student.  I asked if he was going to Tufts, and almost sheepishly he said he was going to seminary, at Harvard.  I immediately responded that that was awesome and that I had a number of friends going to div school and was jealous of them that they got to spend all their time studying theology.  His name is Kieran.  I approve of him.

As I said, I went to Salon Femia and got my hair cut.  I think I like it.

I ended up having enough time to do laundry, have lunch, and pack with time to spare.  Nice.

On the train to South Station I started reading Breakfast at Tiffany's and wow, from the very beginning it's so much darker than the movie.  It also makes me really wanna rewatch the movie to compare.  (Not that I have the time to finish reading the novella, nevermind rewatch the movie.)

I stopped at Master Wok at South Station to get a drink.  I almost got an almond milk tea but decided instead to get a banana milk juice.  I'd never actually had boba before, and yeah, never again.  I don't really like the taste, and I'm also not a fan of chewy bits in my drinks.

NYC: cut-tagging because people complain sometimes ;)  )

We seem to be back to having 2 trash barrels.  I approve.

P.S. Mark, the Shakespeare movie Keanu was in was the one I was thinking of.  It's called Much Ado About Nothing.
hermionesviolin: Boston skyline at sunset with the word "Boston" at the top (Boston)
I declared today the beginning of the two weeks of celebrating my birthday.  [livejournal.com profile] kurukami (Mark) and I had made plans to go out to dinner, and two weeks from tonight is when we scheduled the joint-birthday (my brother's is August 1) dinner.

We were going to get Thai, but we couldn't find the place despite the fact that we both remembered passing it on Elm St. one of our previous times, so instead we went to one of the many Indian restaurants.  I ordered something the name of which I don't quite remember (Paneer Dosai?) which was potatoes and "mild spices" and etc. and delivered as promised.  I was not expecting it to come in a wrap, though.  That was really . . . long.  I didn't know how one was supposed to eat it, so  I just cut into it.  It deflated ;)  Mark quipped (complete with girly voice), "Oh, it was so big, and long, and yet, so hollow."  I was also pleased to see that they sell Riesling (St. "M") by the glass.  And I had cashew&raisin ice cream for dessert.

[Wow, I've been spending too much time on del.icio.us (830 and counting) -- I went to tag this entry and my instinct was to type my tags with no spaces and to separate them by spaces rather than by commas.]
hermionesviolin: silhouette of a figure holding an umbrella while rain falls (rain)
Meh, zombies bore me.  Though it's kind of fun watching this pseudo-RPG play out on my flist.

OriginalRoomie did not in fact leave our potential new roommates hanging, and there is a plan for cleaning the house a bit and showing the apartment on Saturday.

I mailed packages today.

I ate well today:
* FA luncheon: I had bits of pre-prepared salads (mushrooms, mozzarella, sliced almonds) but then they also had spinach lasagna and poh-tay-toes.  And there was chocolate mousse cake for dessert.
* Siobhan brought back Swiss chocolate for Ranjan and Clare, and Ranjan shared.
* Family dinner at Firefly.  I thought about getting the "Baked Brie with french bread, apples & grapes" starter, but since I had decided on pizza (Roasted Garlic with fresh mozzarella, tomatoes, basil, shredded mozzarella) as my main dish I (rightly) suspected that would be quite enough.  I was tempted by the White Sangria but got the Almond Joy martini instead.  I had one sip and felt dizzy; wow, I hadn't realized my alcohol tolerance had gotten that low.  Oh, and we shared an eight-layer (v. tall but not v. wide) chocolate mousse type thing for dessert.

Poll courtesy of Greg:
[Poll #1002870]

Also:
* [livejournal.com profile] thistlerose is going to be hosting a Dawn Was Here All Along ficathon ([livejournal.com profile] dawn_all_along).
* [livejournal.com profile] xanphibian is polling in preparation for a "boywhores" (cf. Kaylee in "Heart of Gold") ficathon/fest.
hermionesviolin: (hipster me)
Yesterday my brother had a doctor's appointment in Cambridge so he called me to join me for lunch.  I literally spent the duration of my lunch hour on the phone with him trying to get him to the b-school.  I don't drive, so I hadn't realized how many one ways there are (including JFK St. between the Square and Eliot St.).  And then he had to find parking ('cause the HBS lot is $9).  But he did finally make it and got to meet a bunch of the people I work with.

He was telling me about the "new Ivies" -- which he had heard about 'cause his school (RPI) is mentioned.  We agreed that it's ridiculous.  It's such a non-story.  The opening says: A generation ago, elite schools were a clearly defined group: the eight schools in the Ivy League, along with such academic powerhouses as [list of 4]. Smaller liberal-arts colleges—like [list of 5]—were the destinations of choice for top students who preferred a more intimate campus. But in the past few decades, the number of college-bound students has skyrocketed, and so has the number of world-class schools.  It continues: The bottom line: that one "perfect" school need not break a student's heart. The colleges on the following list—the "New Ivies"—are beneficiaries of the boom in top students.  So despite positing their list as the "new Ivies," they're starting from an acknowledged premise that it was never just the Ivies.  Plus, while I'm sure applications have skyrocketed (as they have everywhere; that college admissions are increasingly competitive is news to no one, right?) it's not like these are schools are hidden treasures or anything.  The vast majority of them are well-known and have been for quite some time.  I totally endorse teaching kids that the places held up as dream colleges are not necessarily the best fit for everyone and that you can get a stellar education lots of places, but the idea of "new Ivies" just seems to be buying into the same old idea of there being a small set of "worthy" Institutes of Higher Learning.

While I was waiting for Jonah outside Davis T Station last night, this guy (shepherding a bunch of college students to a barbecue, I think) was talking about a 100-mile run in Vermont (which he plans to do, despite not having run more than 42 miles at a stretch before).  The women he was talking to pointed out that (1) that's like four marathons, (2) this is New England, so that's like an entire state (like Vermont, for example); he said it's a loop you do four times, and one of them joked that yeah, you just circle Rhode Island.  I was telling Jonah about this, and the guy had mentioned it being 16 hours, and Jonah and I did the math and that's ~6mph, aka a consistent 10-minute mile (that thing I do on the treadmill and wanna die after a half an hour).  I am comforted that the website posits this as a near record.  Jonah also pointed out that that means running at least part of it not during daylight.

Anyway, we had dinner at Rudy's Cafe and Tequila Bar (about which the Internet says things like, "The only tequila bar with a children's menu").  It was nicer inside than I had expected, though noisy.  The woman who seated us put us in a booth near the back despite the fact that there were two-person tables more in the center of the hub, for which I was grateful.  I got a strawberry daiquiri and Jonah got a peach daiquiri, and we both agreed that mine was better :)  I was meh on the food as I accidentally ordered not what I had intended to, but I ended up not being all that hungry, so it was okay.  I also learned that "fried ice cream" is better than I would have expected.

Today's amusement was Eric stumbling over saying "smoke detector" and saying "firefuck."

My mom e-mailed me this Boston Globe article saying:
Thought of you. 

You know, if graduate work terrifies (or bores) you – a librarian wouldn't be a bad job for someone who loves The Story. 
On the other hand, HBS has better pay and benefits.
Despite not having been since Friday, the elliptical (interval program as per usual) actually felt fairly easy and indeed I made really good time.

10:49min - 1mi
21:40min - 2mi
30min - 2.78mi
35min - 3.14mi


On Mad Money (this is my 27th time gymming it up at HBS, over the course of two months, and it only today occurred to me that yes, there's an obvious reason that the TVs are on channels like CNBC) today Cramer was talking about how eBay and Yahoo! should merge, and he suggested a couple names, but I can follow the bottom of the screen synopsis text better than I can the delayed closed-captioning, so what I saw were the name suggestions supposedly from the staff, which included "eBahoo" and "YaBa" (there was another one I can't remember).

I went to the weight room and did 4 sets of 12 reps of 8lbs.  I feel like I should figure out some sort of more sustained strength-training program, but for now I'm content to just do this light thing following cardio.

On the radio was a catchy song I quite liked with the line "the gods are crazy," and Googling indicates this is a Paris Hilton song.  I feel sullied and unusual.

I made spinach&strawberry salad for dinner.  I also tried the sundried tomato havarti I'd bought on a whim, which is kind of jarring in this context.  May use it with crackers this Saturday, though.  Y'all are invited to watch Monty Python's Life of Brian and possibly play games as well at my apartment this Saturday beginning at 7pm.

(Whee, Google alerts! -- thanks to Greenie for the pointer.  ::is egotistical::)

Okay, bed at a sane time tonight.

Edit: Except, apparently I can't fall asleep? Unfair.

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