hermionesviolin: (guh)
H!PS Sophia Circle starts tonight, and Becky sent her text out in advance.

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Sirach 6:18-19, 23-33

18-19 Discipline yourself from childhood, and Wisdom will accompany you through old age. Come to Her as a farmer comes to the soil: plow and sow and wait for Her to arise. Do not try too hard, for there is a naturalness to Her coming, and you will eat of Her fruit at the right time.

23 Listen, my child, and accept my judgment;
    do not reject my counsel.
24 Put your feet into her fetters,
    and your neck into her collar.
25 Bend your shoulders and carry her,
    and do not fret under her bonds.
26 Come to her with all your soul,
    and keep her ways with all your might.
27 Search out and seek, and she will become known to you;
    and when you get hold of her, do not let her go.
28 For at last you will find the rest she gives,
    and she will become ecstasy for you.
29 Then her fetters will become for you a strong defense,
    and her collar a glorious robe.
30 Her yoke* is a golden ornament,
    and her bonds a purple cord.
31 You will wear her like a glorious robe,
    and put her on like a splendid crown.

32-33 If you are willing, you will be taught. If you are diligent, you will progress. If you listen, you will learn. If you pay attention, you will become wise. Stand in the company of the elders, and apprentice yourself to the wise. Listen closely to every discussion, and let not the parables of understanding escape you. Visit the sages often, let your feet wear grooves in their walkway.

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Yeah, I need to find myself some Wisdom literature to preach off of this year -- where I won't get distracted by The Bible As Porn.
hermionesviolin: Charisma Carpenter, visible from the neck down, crouched on the ground, wearing black lacy underwear and black stiletto heels, visible in profile, her left arm (with its wrist tattoo visible) down at her side touching her left foot (cc sexeh crouch [wickedripeplum])
Sonia and Scott hosted a game night tonight, and I went over for about an hour. I mostly played Apples to Apples, and the last round I played, I was the Judge for "Refined." I couldn't decide between Women, Whips, and Vampires. (Trifecta of Awesome.) Sonia's roommate Roni advocated for Women. She said something like, "When women are on the table, how can you not choose that?" I found this a compelling framing :)

[Monday]

Jan. 26th, 2009 10:49 pm
hermionesviolin: (hipster me)
One of my friends recently complained that I quote back passages in emails rather than just paraphrasing.  It's not even always in the context of arguing -- it's often just in the context of clarifying, of "you said (that someone else said) such-and-such ... which doesn't seem to match what you're telling me now."

My instinct is that it's far more precise to quote than to paraphrase (I am forever pulling up emails, etc. when on the phone to Ari telling stories to her).  My friend said it feels like having a conversation with themselves rather than with me, which I can see -- though I have a strong desire to be understood as well as to understand, so I would want to have the opportunity to clarify someone's understanding of what I said, and knowing exactly what it is that I said that they're reacting to seems the most efficient way to do that.

I'm open to disagreement, though.  Does verbatim quoting-back imply SRS BSNS disagreement and thus come across as really off-putting in casual emailing?  Given my particular history with this particular person, I can point to a number of negative associations that my quoting-back-at-you could trigger, but I just assume that most of the folks I interact with intuitively understand this default mode.

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stories from today )

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joy sadhana )
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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: black and white photo of Emma Watson as Hermione, with text "hermionesviolin" (hermione by oatmilk)
This was gonna be a bullet list, but we know I fail at that.

Monday

I saw my first "First Night 2007" sign Monday morning.  And then that afternoon Mary Alice was talking about New Year's Eve plans.  Oy, planning.

I also registered for spring semester.

I forgot to mention when I posted about Messiah that the program says "Les traducciones en Español del texto del Mesias se pueden obtener en el lobby" and near the beginning I was watching two women sitting at the front of the audience, one signing to the other.  This made me want to be fluent in a language other than English (a recurrent desire, though one that has been dormant for a while).  One problem, of course, is that I know without practice I would lose any language skills I acquired, which makes taking classes less appealing.

Also: I've been thinking again (in part due to one friend's prompting) about what to do with my massage table.  I should really look into purchasing Japanese screens so I could cordon off the living room in my apartment.  Though I know from experience that the appeal doesn't actually translate into practice for a lot of people.  [This of course also brings up questions about whether I want to try to pursue an actual certification in massage therapy.]

In honor of the snow, I put flannel sheets on my bed for the first time this season.  Though I've had dark purple sheets on my bed all summer (brill, I know), so seeing the light purple on there now weirds me out.

Inspired by one of the icons I have, I GoogleImage searched for "aurora borealis" and added the text of Isaiah 9:2, creating a future-dated Christmas entry, in the expectation that I will lose my Advent joy at some point during the season and will want a reminder.  (Though Jennifer Walters has a blog entry problematizing the light/dark dichotomy.)

Tuesday

My mommy sent me back with cookies this weekend, and I've been sharing them at lunch.  Eric's favorites are the sherry cookies [aka Gram Reese Cookies, or cookie cutter cookies].

Michelle: "Where did these come from?"
me: "My mommy made them.  From scratch."
Michelle: "What kind of time does your mom have that she makes cookies?"
me: "Actually, she kind of doesn't.  But this is what she does, instead of buying Christmas presents for people."
Michelle: "But these are the prettiest cookies ever."
Eric: "She made them for me."

Andy (to someone looking for Prof.B.): "We've got the brains of the operation right here -- Elizabeth."

Katie (after doing a batch of scanning): "These are done.  The other two papers have like a chastity belt on them."  [Referring to the industrial strength staples.]

Trying to read/review Ulysses this week(end), I was hugely not into it (cue also: worry about what to write my paper on), but class tonight was enjoyable.  We did some dramatic readings [yes, we're still on the "Circe" chapter].  Larry sits in front of me and when we were leaving at the end of class said to me: "Next stop, Broadway?"

One section we did was when the ladies accuse Bloom of obscenity (starting mid-p.380 in the Gabler edition).

The prof asked for a volunteer to be Mrs. Bellingham.  When no one responded, he said, "She's the one who has the line about 'Venus in furs.' "  I raised my hand.  He had us read our own stage directions, and she enters: "in cap and seal coney mantle, wrapped up to the nose, steps out of her brougham and scans through tortoiseshell quizzing-glasses which she takes from inside her huge opossum muff"  Tamar (sitting behind me) laughed and I felt a bit chagrined that I hadn't gotten the naughty pun before :)  [Oh, [livejournal.com profile] musesfool, I thought of you 'cause Lenehan uses the word "quim" at one point in the chapter.]

Hi, can I take Lisa home with me?  She's always really smart and she's good at dramatic readings, and the stage direction for her character (p. 381): "in amazon costume, hard hat, jackboots cockspurred, vermilion waistcoat, fawn musketeer, gauntlets with braided drums, long train held up and hunting crop with which she strikes her welt constantly."  Oh, and she said "Don Juan" the Byronic way, which wins points with me.  That passage also has one of the funniest lines in the whole book: "sent me in double envelopes an obscene photograph, such as are sold after dark on Paris boulevards, insulting to any lady.  I have it still."

I saw [livejournal.com profile] silvermousepad at the T when I was coming home.
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Read more... )

I haven't checked my e-mail all day (and thus haven't seen any LJ comments).  I am mostly caught up with the flist.  Is tomorrow slated to be a busy day?  I don't even remember -- and refuse to pull up the calendar to check since I'll be there soon enough.

I need to decide if I wanna go to the Blogging and the Law conference on Friday so I can decide whether to ask for the day off or not.  And I was thinking of seeing Christine Jorgensen, though I'm more hesitant now from my mom's paraphrase of a Metro review she saw (not that we necessarily trust the Metro's reviews, of course).  [I'm also just not all that committed to going to the show.]
hermionesviolin: (train)
Thursday

Who knew the sun was up at 7:30(a.m.)?  I mean, other than my dad of course.  [Okay, SunriseSunset.com tells me the sun actually rose on my coast at 6:08am.  When did sunrise get that early?]  Mmm... temps in the 40s.  Bracing cold that made me close all the windows and reminds me that warm showers are the love of my life.

Being up so early meant i actually went to class with dry hair, which hasn't happened in ages.  And i saw Zia at breakfast, which was nice.

Presentation went reasonably well.  I am such a text girl, so more interested in close-reading the text than in doing biographical research (not that i'm not interested in that and in sociohistorical context -- i mean, we talked about the 4 ways of reading a text, and Skarda singled me out as a contextual criticism girl).  Triggered by one of the presenters, we discussed briefly the difference between talent and genius.  I decided not to profer my ever so unhelpful "Simon is talented; River is a genius," but now i have the Murmurs song stuck in my head.  (EmilyF offered the classic distinction that normal people get from points A to D via points B and C, but geniuses can go direct.)

Meg (and her boy) took me out to lunch at Haymarket -- which neither of them had ever been to, surprisingly.  Meg ordered a Spanking (because really, what else would she order?) and it is indeed yummy.  Stew was weirded out by the mayo in my grilled cheese, said the smooshiness would have been too much for him.  I attempted to validate his concern, but couldn't come up with an appropriate adjective.  "Aesthetic" would be more along the lines of "Your smoothie looks like tar; I don't think I could eat it."  "Textural" sounds like "textual" which would be confusing for this English major.  Stew suggested "sensual," but that had too much erotic implication for me.  (I pointed out that a sensual concern would be more like "But the crumbs..." :) )

In seminar we talked about Angela Carter's "Beauty and the Beast" stories -- "The Courtship of Mr Lyon" and "The Tiger's Bride."  The former is in my opinion one of Carter's weaker stories and really doesn't grab me much.  We talked about them as companion pieces and i appreciated it a bit more than i had.
Becca referred to the end of "The Tiger's Bride" as them freeing each other and also about the beneath the skin, neither of which i had thought of before.  The latter was a particularly good analogy for what Carter does.  Liz talked about folktale as skeleton -- Shakespeare for example takes some bones, but Cater fleshes it out.  Becca used an extended coversong analogy (folklore as jazz, bits and pieces of tale as sampling) which i thought was great.
I got talk about getting in touch with the primal via dark sex.  Class discussion included such professional academic phrases as "extra layer of awesomeness" :)
In discussing Carter, someone mentioned pulling out latent elements, and i thought "fanfic!"  April used the term "plotbunny," and [livejournal.com profile] e_clare mentioned the sex that brings the house down ["The Tiger's Bride"].
Multiple people mentioned how after reading Carter, the story is never the same.  I don't particularly disagree, but i find it problematic to single out Carter like that.  I have read/seen so many fairytale reworkings (as well as discussions thereon and discussions about the original tales) that there's a lot influencing my readings of the originals.
Some people were upset at having their childhood stories ruined, which kinda threw me 'cause i like dark&twisted, plus i wasn't attached to these stories to begin with.

I went to the first batch of Eng. Dept. thesis presentations immediately afterward and thus missed tea, slideshow, and the beginning of Banquet itself, which i'm okay with.  Banquet went until 10 (and HP!Emily finally just decided to will the rest of her stuff later -- really there has got to be a more efficient way to do the willing).  I had forgotten how much i enjoy Nicole&Carrie.  (Carrie: "If I'd known how gay this house was gonna get, I might have stayed.")  Prophecies were the usual mix of boring and raunchy, obscure in-jokes and accessible in-jokes.  I was last.  [Being late meant i didn't get to choose a seat, so i ended up at the end with all the drunken seniors.  Kate later told me i looked "small and awkward," which is not entirely inaccurate.]  Emma, Felicia, and Cat did a skit.  Including props from my room.  There had been prior mention of stealing stuff from my room, but i didn't believe them enough to actually lock my door.  Clearly i underestimated them.  And while i'm not sure most people there got any of it, a number of such people said it was entertaining, which was the important part as it came at the end of nigh on three hours of Prophesying and Willing.  And i laughed a lot.  Oh the in-jokes.  And i didn't even have to make plans to kill anyone in their sleep afterward.

Kate got my Black Death: European Tour t-shirt, and i didn't will anything else.  Partly because i haven't had time to think, but mostly because i try not to hang onto stuff i don't want.  (The problem, of course, is that i want lots of the stuff i have.)  I don't expect to take my posters with me, save maybe a few (though really, if i decide i need posters for my apartment or something, it's not like they're super-expensive), and i also have a bunch that aren't even up on my walls currently.  And i have novels from classes that i'm never gonna read again.  And if you think i have something you might want, let me know.  And no, i haven't forgotten the people i've already promised stuff to.

P.S. Thanks to Laura for sharing the Godiva Cocoa Annie willed to her.

I found myself wishing i had opted to do my paper in Mr. Dalloway instead of The Eyre Affair.  However, it ended up the appropriate length, as i went along, i sort of found rich themes in the book.  (The entire exercise, of course, inspired in me further suspicion of lit crit, as i was taking a book i had found merely enjoyable and arguing for serious literary merit in it.)  My essay feels so casual, though.  Eh, whatever.
Oh how i turn into background music girl as a way of not doing my work.  Though it's nice to be reminded that i have so much music that i like.

It started raining when i handed in the paper Friday after dinner. (yay!)  I came back, intending to read fanfic and maybe do some for-class reading as well.  I ended up having an orgy in the hallway for about six hours.  Cat's friend's Julie's mom's friend made cake in a boobies-shaped pan, so cake=sex.  (The other bakery option was eventually decided to be eclairs, and Laura pointed out the obvious pie to get all the parts covered.)  Cat gave me speed hickeys on my arm, i groped her a lot, stressed-out Felicia got gayer as the night went on, Laura=Oz, and Emma is easily traumatized though she will dress Felicia up in a dominatrix outfit for me in exchange for dinner.  Oh, and Maria returned my stereo, Anna shared leftover Easter candy that was still yum, and i decided that Devon is the Blaise of Whedonverse fandom.  Clearly this was more fun than Senior Ball could have been.
[Cat, this is the Phin quote i was trying to think of: "Even when we're not having sex, i could just, theoretically, put my hand on her breast. Hee. Four breasts to choose from! Now that's america."]

I had sent Skarda the YSI link to the aforementioned Murmurs song.  Her response: "Thanks for the song--freaky, kinda weird, she's a genius.  Just for fun, Smith's new SPAM collector got to it first.  I guess we're not supposed to give one another pleasure these days."

Have been crap about commenting on the flist, though i am reading.  Need to put together a curriculum unit this weekend, so i don't foreseee this situation improving.  Le sigh.  Two more weeks.

If i were Pope, my name would be... )
hermionesviolin: (dead (sexy))
The April Fool's issue of The Sophian is often crap, but this year it was rather brilliant.

I got Grab&Go lunch (tabbouli veggie wrap!) and on my way back to my house went to the CC to pick up my mail (yay Easter basket!). I saw Cate there and ended up spending more time with her today than i think i have the entire time i've known her all total. Yayness.

I maintain that Ring Pops are bad date food because they tire out your jaw. (Yes, this was a topic of discussion tonight.)

Thurston's Hell class is Thursdays from 3-4:50. Clearly i need to take Thursdays off from whatever job i get and commute -- assuming UPenn rejects me, of course.

Sleep now.
hermionesviolin: black and white photo of Emma Watson as Hermione, with text "hermionesviolin" (hermione by oatmilk)
Why is it that the more pressing something is, the less motivation i have to get it done? So much fandom these past couple days, so little homework. My seminar paper is eating my brain, though -- in a good way. I've gone through all the tales i have on hand (save Zipes) and included in my preliminary bibliography all the short stories and poems i suspect i'll be using, though some of them may only be passing references, and others may end up not getting incorporated at all. I haven't yet read all the nonfiction i have, so the secondary sources are just books rather than specific articles. My preliminary bibliography does not include any of the stuff from my second ILL round (i.e. the books i don't yet have in my possession). I also keep finding more stuff on the web via SurLaLune. Oh and then there's the academic databases stuff, some of which i'm ILL-ing and some of which i have to go fetch. Currently my preliminary bibliography is nearly 3 pages long.

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is, like Frankenstein, a story which has become part of the collective consciousness, but whose original form was rather more complex and also just different.

     "I suppose, Lanyon," said he [Mr. Utterson, whom the narrative follows], "you and I must be the two oldest friends Henry Jekyll has."
     "I wish the friends were younger," chuckled Dr. Lanyon. "But I suppose we are. And what of that? I see little of him now. [...] would have estranged Damon and Pythias" *coughs* [Fandom!Dork sidenote: Axis of Pythia]
To someone who doesn't know the story (or, ya know, to the people living in the story) it looks like Jekyll cut off ties with everyone and gave this brutish newcomer Hyde intimate access to everything he had. That combined with talk about friendship at the beginning, and how Jekyll inspires visceral disgust/repulsion in people... It doesn't help that i was reading X-Men fic with Charles and Erik in the 1950s talking about homophiles and mutants. The pages that follow in the book don't help, though.
Utterson: "It turns me cold to think of this creature stealing like a thief to Harry's bedside; poor Harry [Jekyll], what a wakening!"
Jekyll to Utterson, re: Hyde: "But indeed, it isn't what you fancy; it is not as bad as that" (20) and "I only ask you to help him for my sake, when I am no longer here" (21).

NonAcademic Life:

Groove performed at tea on Friday. The woman who did "Walkin' in Memphis" was nowhere near as good as Emi. *tear* (I still lack an mp3 of that, btw -- the Emi performance, that is.) The woman doing "Wide Open Spaces" had a surprisingly strong voice, though. And they did "Bitch," which i love and which always makes me think of (Wes and) Lilah now, because i could have sworn i saw a fanvid once, though now i can't find it.

Katherine channel-surfed some before dinner, and one thing that was on was "Shells" (Angel 5.16). Emma said to change channels, 'cause she doesn't watch dark stuff, and then we hit Red Dragon (i recognized Azura Skye in her bit part, as i have a habit of doing) and she gushed about Hannibal Lecter. Oh the cognitive dissonance. (Not that it surprises me anymore. Titus, anyone?)

Min Ji: "Get your hands off my roommate."
Felicia: "But I like my hands on your roommate."
Me: "And you're the straight one?"

Emma: [something about the leather-clad Catherine Zeta-Jones in Ocean's Twelve]
Cat: "I really need to see that now."
Me: "Hey, that was my line. You're supposed to be straight."

After dinner we watched some more Blackadder the Third -- "Ink and Incapability," which pains me but i heart the bit with the Romantics, and "Nob and Nobility," which is not particularly memorable.

I didn't go to Rugby Prom on Saturday, but i did go with a friend to buy booze (and then to 7-11 'cause i'd been craving chocolate earlier) and got sucked into playing Taboo when we got back. I'd actually been kinda in the homework groove, so i thought i really should go back to it, but i'm a pushover, plus i figured they'd never lay off if i didn't. And yes, i did have a very good time.

Fandom:

I was two episodes behind on [livejournal.com profile] ats_nolimits. (6.11: Waking The Dead by [livejournal.com profile] soundingsea, 6.12: Legacy by [livejournal.com profile] stakebait) Really glad i watched read them in immediate succession. Not sure they got a certain character's voice quite spot-on, but quality writing nonetheless.

[livejournal.com profile] tartanshell started a feedback meme, basically saying, "If you read a story of mine and didn't send me feedback, just drop me a line and tell me you read it."

I've been trying really hard to feedback everything i read. (Well, everything i like anyway. Saying "This fic didn't really do it for me" seems rather mean.) When i rec, i try not to link to LJ entries, but it occurs to me that with LJ entries it's easy to leave a comment saying "This was great" whereas e-mailing an author takes additional effort and there's also often a feeling of obligation to say something substantial.

There's another meme:
Off the top of your head, right now, what ten 'ships would you likely drop what you're doing to read fic for. Or, alternately, what are the top ten ships that you'll give a fic a chance for, or that you've been dying to write, or that you've been dying to read.... These can be new loves, old flames, or something in between. Explain if you like, but you don't have to. Then tell us 3 things these ships say about you. Leave a comment about what you think these ships say about me, then repeat in your own LJ.
Thing is, most of the 'ships i'm particularly interested in seeing at the moment are cracktastic ones inspired by stuff we've read in Telling and Retelling. And to speak more generally, i'm easily influenced by stuff i've read recently in terms of ships and characters and even fandoms (hello X-Men and TNG) that i wanna see more of. As for stuff i wanna write, well that's a whole lot of stuff-in-progress and which one(s) i'm inclined to work on fluctuates.

[livejournal.com profile] paranoidkitten's doing a femslash ficathon over at [livejournal.com profile] bsclove. (Signups end April 9.)

[livejournal.com profile] mpoetess posts bad euphemisms for female masturbation.

Everyone, go fill out the survey for Paige's fanfic&sexuality paper.
hermionesviolin: (train)
Nothing like a looming deadline for a college essay to make those ficathon assignments look interesting. And then i saw The Beautiful People Movie (TM Cate). Um, what? Spoilers for the movie like whoa. )

Factoid of the day: King Tut may have died of an infected leg wound.

Who knew DD sells Box O' Joe Chai? I knew there was a reason i didn't get up in time to have breakfast. Skarda talked about how we see in stories what we need, which i thought was an interesting take on what usually gets blanket referred to as "reading too much into it." "When we're horny, we read for sex. Right? Don't you? Elizabeth does. I can tell by the giggling. This is why she's applying to grad school to do 'Cultural Studies.' " Yes, this is me with my head in my hand. Though really, so not inaccurate. I mean, seminar paper much? I also now wanna read Robert Alter's The pleasures of reading: in an ideological age. See also Gillian:
Tibullus is constitutionally incapable of penning anything under 95 lines, as well as anything that doesn't dwell on the minutiae of subsistence agriculture.

Meanwhile, my housemates are analyzing the gender stereotypes portrayed in critics' darling primetime drama series "Jack and Bobby" on the WB.

And I'm studying...why?
My brother is picking me up around 4 on Friday. Once home, my Internet access will probably average once a day. I'm spending Sunday and Monday with Kate (so i will not be attending this) but otherwise i'm available. Who wants to fly me out to Mary Baldwin to hear Ruth Graham speak on March 16 and meet [livejournal.com profile] sk8eeyore and [livejournal.com profile] wisdomeagle and Jan? Oh, and if Felicia asks you for my address, charge her at least $200 for the information and give me half.

Anyone who's gonna be here over the summer and doesn't mind office work, e-mail ajohnson@smith and you can have my job. (And yes i bitch about my eyes bleeding sometimes, but we know i heart my job.)
hermionesviolin: image of the Devil Robot from Futurama, with text "El Diablo Robótico" (which is a phrase from an Angel episode) (diablo robotico [saava])
I actually got a good chunk of Inklings reading done earlier in the day. Ficathon deadlines snuck up on me, so i was debating between doing the Lewis reading i need to do for my Wednesday presentation or finishing my fic, when Emily came by and took me down the hall to see Marja's ohsodrunk boyfriend getting ready for Drag Ball. He kept insisting, "I need more alky-hol in my stis-tem."

Boyfriend (while Marja was straddling him, putting makeup on him): "This is statutory... something."
Laura: "How old are you?"
Boyfriend: "Nineteen."
Laura: "Then it's not statutory anything."

Alana looked hot as a guy, and eventually the three of them made it out to Drag Ball. Then we saw Ruhi and Erica, the latter of which looked particularly good, and i learned that i need to see Get Real.

I also learned that peach chu-hi is really yummy. Yay alchohol that doesn't actually taste like alcohol. I had a sip of that and about three sips of vodka&lemonade (partly while i was acting as Kate's personal coaster earlier in the evening) and a sip of Corona (which was better than some beer i've had). I had a shot of Grey Goose vodka (took me 4 mouthfuls) and Nora was all shocked 'cause she's never seen me drink. Kate commented later that she's never seen me drunk. I'm generally not a fan of the whole drunkenness thing, though Kate gets really physically affectionate when she's intoxicated, which is enjoyable. And no i did not take advantage of her. However, she took me downstairs and conversation at one point centered on Victoria's Secret and sex and suchlike and recently Kate dreamt that she was really mad at me for telling everyone her secret, so Felicia made some crack connecting the two (something like, "Elizabeth knows Kate's secret" -- which in the context totally implied that we'd had sex) and okay you kinda had to be there.

Before Kate and i came down, Felicia had gone downstairs with a vodka&lemonade, to the scandalization of the people in the living room (Hilary, Emma, Cat, Min Ji).
"Next think you know, I'll be having sex." -Cat (or Emma? i wasn't yet present and only heard the story from Felicia)

"My llama is smaller than your llama." -Kate
"I'm a dom llama." -Hilary [Before Kate and i arrived, they had been explaining to Min Ji what a dominatrix is.]

Felicia (sings): "I'm pretty and witty and gay."
Emma: (kills Felicia)
Felicia (sings): "I'm pretty and witty and straight."
Kate: "You keep telling yourself that."

I mentioned my brother at one point, and Felicia started 20 questions. 'Cause we all know she's in love with me except, yanno, "ew, girl bits."

For those keeping score at home, my brother has gotten into his two safety schools (Case-Western and UMass Lowell) so far. He tells me i have a letter from Illinois. Why they didn't send it to me here, i don't know, but i'll be home in less than a week. UCSD (the program for which i was probably least suited of the 6 i applied to) has rejected me, and i haven't heard from anywhere else yet.

I heart this quiz for the "Which Buffy The Vampire Slayer pairing has the best subtext?" question, but otherwise not so much. (Okay, so Inept is perhaps not entirely inaccurate... and Femme isn't either. But still, um, grr.)

P.S. Nora's birthday is April 10. (Kate, you can also check this.)
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])
It's possible that my time would be better spent copying down interesting passages from stuff i've read recently for my own future reference since all of like 5 people comment on my LJ, but hey, the journal's really for me first and foremost -- though obviously not entirely since this does get edited with the awareness of audience and all that.

Wednesday-Saturday )

[livejournal.com profile] lasultrix says, "There's no such language as Irish Gaelic. There's a language called Scots Gaelic, but the branch of the Gaelic languages spoken in Ireland is just called Irish."
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])
This cold-and-snow-at-night, warm-and-sunny-day thing is kind of amusing. New England's schizophrenia is worsening. Ruhi, of course, is worried about global warming while i'm sad about the lack of winter. Though really, the weather today was gorgeous, so it was hard to complain.

Skarda said she'd missed us and shared plenty of anecdotes -- which she said are the reason kids take her classes; so true :) I got my Blackboard post back with minimal markage. I can't read one word, but i think the final comment is "Lovely."

The new replacement shredder arrived at work. It's less defective than the previous one, but it still doesn't work. So after doing a big ole copy job for Stacey, i called Fellowes tech support again. The lines were all busy so i left a voicemail and went and did filing. I rather suspect i'll be dealing with the shredder again when i come in tomorrow (Wednesday) afternoon.

I inhaled my food (Dear Smith College: No matter how good Soul Food is, it is not Mediterranean.) and bussed it to UMass for The Naked I. Oh, feeling ill from being on the bus right after inhaling food how i don't miss that being a weekly routine. Oh, stupid UMass kids how i don't miss you. You get on the PVTA (not the UMass campus shuttle) at the Big Y to go to Southwest and have neither your school ID nor a dollar on you?

There was a ginormous crowd for the performance. Apparently it was on a list of events one could attend and write about for some class [edit: a kind Jolter informs me it was Intro WST] -- i didn't ask any of the people i overheard what the class was, though i should have, which discomfited me, but once it began i was reminded of how amazing it is and could feel the reactions of some of the people around me and thinking that kids who might not otherwise might be getting it watching this really made me happy. (And definitely about half the audience left during intermission, so it was a much more intimate setting with what i couldn't help but feel were the "real" audience.)

So amazing. So worth missing my org meeting and the fellowship meeting. I don't particularly remember crying when i saw this the first time, but i was crying or teary at so many points during it this time. Starting at the end of "Nothing" (the "Tell me about..." one) and continuing in earnest in "A Trans Woman's Vagina Monologue" and then intermittent throughout the rest of the night. (I'd forgotten how painful some of them are.) The mom in "Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome" was played a little too cheesy over-the-top especially at the end of the scene, but otherwise the performances were all stellar. (And Das Tyle was way hotter in this production, though i loved him in the last production as well.) A number of moments made me crave Eddie Izzard 'cause the presentation was just so Dress to Kill. I had forgotten how kinky so much of The Naked I is.

Speaking of, V-Day anecdote i forgot last entry:
During the fondue segment of the night, Laura detached her keys from her Swiss Army Knife so that she wouldn't do anything bad like drag her keys through the chocolate. Cat said something about chocolate and metal not being a good combination, and i said, in a leering manner of course, that it depended on the context.

Note to self: Go to Neilson Browsing Room after seminar next week for the Judith Halberstam lecture(Queer Forgetting: Inter-generational dialogue and the productive potential of "forgetting.")&reception.

The LotR vid to "The Mountain" actually makes me wanna reread the trilogy. What's up with that? I was really quite content with it being a Quest Narrative i had no interest in revisiting (i read the trilogy a few summers ago) and then a fanvid (recced all over the place, hence my watching it despite lack of familiarity with the source text) makes me all interested in the story.

From Emma's history book, talking about the 1460s or thereabouts, about the Pope getting control back from the Council after the Schism:
"It proved a temporary pacification. Luther was born in 1483."

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