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Monday, December 19th, 2005
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6:22 pm
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(is this thing on?)
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Beati pauperes spiritu, right? I'm working on that, these days.
Happy... whatevers. Take your pick. Tuesdays.
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| Saturday, September 24th, 2005
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12:59 am
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Dude. The flist is Shakespearing. You guys rock.
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
That, in the course of justice, none of us
Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy.
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| Monday, September 12th, 2005
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3:04 pm
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Huzzah! The bails are down. Sounding of trumpets and etc to ensue.
(The final insult: Brett Lee looks like a weasel-- with highlights.)
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| Monday, September 5th, 2005
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2:00 am
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| Tuesday, July 26th, 2005
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9:06 am - but how did they know?
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| How to make a thestylus |
Ingredients:
5 parts competetiveness
3 parts arrogance
3 parts leadership |
Method:
Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Serve with a slice of wisdom and a pinch of salt. Yum! |
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| Wednesday, July 20th, 2005
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5:10 pm - bandwagon, baby. so hot right now.
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It's so enticing, so beguiling. It's electric (boogie woogie woogie woogie). It's the (Top) Five Things meme and I have stolen it from literally everyone.
You know how this goes: Ask me for "top five" lists of pretty much anything, and I will list you my top five of that thing or things. Copy and give your own top fives if you want.
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9:41 am
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The titles meme, but with 8 instead of 10 because I ran out of motivation and titles I really, truly loved. These are the ones I do:
Metaphysics of the Proper. It's Derrida! (and Dana! and girlslash!) It was a story all about how things are said and mean, so Jackie-boy seemed appropriate.
Places People Live. It's deep, yo. It's a title on at lest two levels.
No Real Ending Often when I'm at a loss for a title I pull it from the story itself and this, too, was a story about telling stories and about what happened after the end of Voyager if the characters didn't stop there.
(Pink) Lady Godiva. Because they were both on crusades, willing to strip everything off (and did, in the story) for what they believed in. Also, they drink.
palinody. Because It means both recantation and repetition.
Pot Kettle Black. I didn't have the title until a long time after the bare bones of the story, but it was serendipitous, since it was a story about the things of ourselves we see in other people.
Every Art and Artifice. More double entendre, for I love it. A quote from the Special Forces Creed that is both moving and haunting. One of the few stories that had a title quite early in its existence.
Another Night Falling. From "Too Long at the Fair," a lovely sort of minor key torch song about loneliness. A Joel Zoss song given everything it needs by Bonnie Raitt. "Jesus cried, wept and died / I guess he went up to heaven. / I've been downtown such a long, long time / I'll never make it home by seven." It fit perfectly the Gil and Catherine I was trying to paint.
Titles are such slippery things, so significant as markers and yet often (at least for me) one of the more hastily assembled parts of the story. This meme made me think about titles I wished I'd come up with, or ones that sound really significant to me even if they most likely meant something else entirely to the author. Darkness Visible: how can you not want to have come up with that? Or The Book of Laughter and Forgetting or Apocalypse Now. Children of a Lesser God; Knife in the Water; The Naked and the Dead. It's truly an art.
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| Sunday, July 17th, 2005
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11:37 pm - looking for an ocean
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I know better, but every time I read "HBP" on my flist, I think "hit by pitch," one of the more painful ways to get on base. Did you know? aside: The career record for number of times hit was taken over by Craig Biggio on 29 June, when he was too slow for the 268th time. (Sports Night, I miss you.)
I am rereading Kim, which, despite knowing all the arguments there are to make about Kipling, is still one of my favorite books of all time. And it always induces a sustained samosa craving.
Guilty pleasure No 2: The MTV Unplugged version of Jay-Z's "Izzo (H.O.V.A.)" with the Roots.
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| Wednesday, July 13th, 2005
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9:37 pm - hey there, stranger
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So Every Art and Artifice was nominated for a Stargate Fan Award, which cracks me up because this must be the Most Crossposted, Least Read Story Ever In History Ever. But at least one of the four people who did read it (not including ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) mandysbitch, who had to read it about 12 times to make it have as few errors as it does) was obviously super-keen. Thou, irony: mon sembable, ma soeur.
In other news, I have realized reading the flist and the BSO Update that I am sadly, sadly out of touch with all the cool, happening fandoms. I think this could have something to do with the fact that I don't really watch that much television any more. Mostly because the television at my flat is kaput and will only show 17 channels (count 'em! 17!) of snow. But also possibly because I can never remember when anything is on nor do I seem to be home for anything.
I find is mostly too hard and too depressing to read fic for shows I don't watch, because I feel as though I miss so much of the nuance. Do any of you read a great deal in fandoms you don't watch/read/etc? If so, how do you find your feet, as it were? Also, am I last person alive who has not read a Harry Potter book, even though I live in "Hogwarts"?
Tesco chewable vitamin C tablets are addictive like crystal meth, yo.
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| Thursday, July 7th, 2005
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12:29 pm - broke off the logic of life
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It's amazing how strange are the sorts of grace we are given.
that I chaperoned the London trip yesterday
that my friends are early risers, early workers
that what can be done, will
Every time things explode, I am reading books about terrorism.
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| Wednesday, June 1st, 2005
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11:11 am - nose for news
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...all this and a new month, too:
-It strikes me as disingenuous that there are five concerts for Live Eight. (Yes, I'm aware of the G8 meeting. No, I don't care in this instance.)
-It strikes me as purely absurd and humorous that Faith Hill and Tim McGraw will be playing the Circus Maximus alongside such country superstars as Nek and Zucchero. (The wha'?)
-Two words for Bob Geldof: Deep conditioner.
-CNN has confirmed everyone's suspicions by revealing that Woodward and Berstein's "Deep Throat" was nicknamed by an editor-- and that the moniker was derived from the porn flick of the same name.
-Will the Dutch be the next in a long line of European countries who say "Nee"? Will they chop down the constitution with... a herring!? Does anyone anywhere really think this is a viable document anymore? Stay tuned, if you can stay awake.
So I concoct this great Monty Python riff based on the funny sound of the Dutch "No." And then, I find out that there is a "Yes" organization actually handing out herrings to attract voters' attention. No, really. Herrings.
-Too-tight G-strings have been found to be bad for women's health. The article makes no mention of their effect on the health of others, but having studied seriously (and unwillingly) the phenomenon, I'd say passive exposure to undersized butt-floss is at least twice as disgusting as secondhand smoke.
-It cracks me up that the British public is willing to buy things like the new "strawmato" from M&S but somehow feels superior by taking a stand on "GM foods." Irony, friend of old, how I would pine were thou but ever reft from me...
-Cambodia's former king runs his own website and it's hilarious and touching. If you read French or Khmer you can get all of his thoughts; some are even posted in English.
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| Monday, May 30th, 2005
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3:24 pm - home tastes like newsprint
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The Independent on Sunday has attempted a primer concerning the finer points of the two finest styles of barbecue ever conceived. It is here, in all its piddly little glory. It makes me hear James Taylor and think of home, mouth watering like Pavlov's puppy at remembered hickory smoke and vinegar. It often saddens me, as a I make my way through life and the world, how little people truly know and understand about barbecue. Even educated people seem to cling to the idea that there could be beef involved, which denotes the tragic state of education today.
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| Thursday, May 26th, 2005
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11:41 pm - i'm ravishing!
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Here, again. Was in many places (sometimes at once) and now am consolidating and doing laundry.
In celebration, the book meme, as ordered by cheapmetaphor
( read 'em and weep )
Also, Kath and Kim is maybe the funniest thing on British tv at the moment. In fact, strike the maybe. It's jush graysh.
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| Friday, May 6th, 2005
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9:21 am - wheel of morality turn, turn, turn
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Princeton students having been filibustering in front of the Frist center since April 26 to protest Senator Frist's bill to ban filibustering. Anyone who loves the West Wing owes it to themselves to swing by their website and take a gander. Don't miss the crowd shots of signs like "I [heart] filibuster!"
In other news, Peter Snow is insane. I'm almost sad for those of you who haven't lived in the UK during an election to see this man and his Monster Raving Computer Graphics. Last night there was a large animated pendulum (whose workings he had to keep explaining; so much for a liberal arts education) and what appeared to be a giant game of computer-generated Risk superimposed on a pie chart in which the Tories and Lib Dems kept making forays into the Labour slice and then beating back a glum retreat. It wasn't educational or helpful, but it was sort of mesmerizing.
Can someone tell me why UK political candidates go around wearing ribbons like they are prize winning show jumpers? It confuses my tiny little brain and offends my aesthetic sensibilities. Apart from the OMRLP: on them, it works as part of the outfit.
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| Thursday, May 5th, 2005
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11:10 am - all our skies are defined by the buildings
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Citizens of the Commonwealth inhabiting its originary island: have you voted? I am reliably informed that there are no "I voted" stickers in Britain, which I think is a sad state of affairs. Why vote if there's no reward at the end?...
I'm beginning to think The Guild League's Inner North will be the perfect soundtrack to some sun-drenched drive to somewhere. (I love bands that don't sound American when they sing. It tickles me pick.) I am going to miss all the Antipodean music when more distance means isn't so easy to leech. How will I find new things?
The American DVD version of The Castle apparently has been overdubbed in parts according to Amazon.com reviews. This also makes me sad. Does the rest of the world really assume that "punnet" would stump so many people as to prove detrimental to sales?
Can someone send back the sun?
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| Friday, April 29th, 2005
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3:11 pm - best of the rest
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Scattered and shattered. It must be Friday:
In the news: Christie's and Sotheby's play rock, paper, scissors for a $20m art collection.
For extra credit, you can help make the literary map of Manhattan over at the NYTBR.
But most importantly, CNN did a 2004 Offbeat News Year in Review. And somehow we all missed it. Back from the archives, it's here and it's a Friday afternoon sort of thing.
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| Thursday, April 28th, 2005
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10:17 pm - a series of unpopular opinions
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Some related to the adopted country. Some related to the pretty.
1. If you don't vote, you can't complain. Seriously. Not voting is the lamest form of protest in existence. And I don't even like the word lame. But it applies.
2. Felicity Huffman is so the hottest housewife. I brook no argument. Smart is so, so sexy.
3. Say what you will, the Iraq war was not illegal in Britain. That isn't a moral argument, but it's the legal one. And it's correct.
4. The UN is not going to save anyone. Except maybe itself if it tries really hard.
5. I miss X-Files fanfic. The drama, the angst, the UST, the guns... And Scully.
I know you didn't miss me. But it's ok. I wasn't really gone.
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| Thursday, March 31st, 2005
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11:10 pm - waiting at the door
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Hmm. Kinda fell off the face of the world there, didn't I? Some trains, some buses, some pieces of fiberglass that go well fast down snow slopes. I got a tan at 3200 meters above the world and was dazzled and worked on the third floor was bored and went to places that don't exist on maps without a sense of adventure.
I brought this back for you:
All of us failed to match our dream of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible. Faulkner, on writing.
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| Monday, March 7th, 2005
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10:21 am - me and my anger sit folding a paper bird
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I made a fic. It is Stargate, I suppose, though it is all pre-series. Janet, in the desert in the first Gulf War.
( Every Art and Artifice )
Super Beta-Woman in this story was played by mandysbitch. Faster than a speeding qualifier, able to abridge run-on sentences with a single pointed look, stunning in the lycra outfit and cape.
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| Wednesday, March 2nd, 2005
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10:40 am - all of my life where have you been?
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The morning's amuse-toi is hillbillys all vintaged-up. I can link this 'cause I is one.
That, and the joy of people who should be able to appreciate the irony but just can't. "In the 1970's when I started in the art world, no self-respecting artist would have stood in line to try to get on a television show," said Jeffrey Deitch, whose gallery, Deitch Projects, is helping to create an art-reality show called "Artstar." "It never would have happened." The NYT can tell you more.
But really, what else could one need to know besides this little slice-of-life: An artist collective at the back of the line hid inside a huge foam-rubber head on wheels, with a cigarette the size of a baseball bat jutting from its mouth. "Is this the line for Aerosmith tickets?" one of the artists inside the head asked mockingly. I maintain that no real artist would use a band as banal as Aerosmith in his or her mockery. Lame, lame, lame.
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