well, i should have known

Feb. 10th, 2016 03:11 pm
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didn't get the fellowship =/

some stuff

Feb. 9th, 2016 03:22 pm
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1. Two days ago I spent about 5 hours dealing with a dead car battery. FIVE. HOURS. There was no real reason for this, except for the fact that I am an immigrant from a family of immigrants and everyone I'm related to is inexperienced with this and terrible at handling a crisis. (I'm a little comforted that my biological father in NYC is in fact really good at handling a crisis, so at least I know I got those genes somewhere.)

But this included several hours of being stranded on a busy road with a dead car battery and a dead cell phone, freezing and starving. The cops came by! A dead car was pushed uphill in the rain! Good times.

2. I've caught up on Agent Carter. I have nothing to say, really, except that Dominic Cooper is still a horrendous actor and this show still does AMAZING, AMAZING things with Peggy's character while being repugnant to me for many other reasons.

3. I've started playing Neko Atsume. See you next millennium.

4. I've started watching Person of Interest because there was nothing else to watch, it's on netflix, and an IRL friend recently told me that it wasn't terrible. (Tumblr showed me way too many white middle aged straight dudes on that show previously for me to bother, even with a f/f ship in the background.)

spoilers? )

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Feb. 8th, 2016 11:30 pm
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- Made headway on the last bit of the chapter! Feeling great about it; it's coming together, and my thoughts are clearer about how it works.

- I ran into a former student today, and she actually wished me a happy new year--good for you, Ada, one ang pao for you! And walked until we hit the rec center.

Then in the Step Express class, I met another former student, who recognized me. The class she took with me was like, in 2013, and it was Theda's class, so it took me a while to remember, but as soon as she said her first name, her surname clicked for me, and she was really surprised I remembered.

- Step was good; I always forget how hard it is on the feet, even with this particular instructor.

- I'd eaten half my homemade calzone, and went back to my office to work some more and eat the rest of the calzone. It was a good idea. I think the cheese sauce isn't the greatest for my stomach, though. I rather wish I bought cereal for breakfast now.

Combustion by Sara Eliza Johnson

Feb. 3rd, 2016 10:40 pm
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If a human body has two-hundred-and-six bones
and thirty trillion cells, and each cell
has one hundred trillion atoms, if the spine
has thirty-three vertebrae—
                   if each atom
has a shadow—then the lilacs across the yard
are nebulae beginning to star.
If the fruit flies that settle on the orange
on the table rise
like the photons
                     from a bomb fire miles away,
my thoughts at the moment of explosion
are nails suspended
in a jar of honey.
                              I peel the orange
for you, spread the honey on your toast.
When our skin touches
our atoms touch, their shadows
merging into a shadow galaxy.
And if echoes are shadows
of sounds, if each hexagonal cell in the body
is a dark pool of jelly,
if within each cell
drones another cell—
                        The moment the bomb explodes
the man’s spine bends like its shadow
across the road.
The moment he loses his hearing
I think you are calling me
from across the house
because my ears start to ring.
From the kitchen window
                     I see the lilacs crackling like static
as if erasing, teleporting,
thousands of bees rising from the blossoms:
tiny flames in the sun.
I lick the knife   
and the honey pierces my tongue:
                       a nail made of light.
My body is wrapped in honey. When I step outside
                                  I become fire. 

Alone by Maya Angelou

Feb. 3rd, 2016 10:45 am
substructure: (blind and bound)
[personal profile] substructure posting in [community profile] poetry
Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don’t believe I’m wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can’t use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They’ve got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
‘Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
marina: (Adler at your service)
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So, every time I reread the excellent Captive Prince books I remember HOW MUCH of a Lymond Chronicles fanfic they are (this is not a controversial opinion! The author herself has talked about this) and how sad I am when I meet Lymond fans who haven't read them or Captive Prince fans who haven't read Lymond. I originally read Captive Prince while it was being posted online, stopped somewhere in book 1, then, unrelatedly, read the Lymond books, and eventually caught up with Captive Prince. So, believe me, both of these canons are worth your time if one of them is your jam.

However, mostly the purpose of this post is to note for my own record the similarities between the books, because I keep mulling it over in my head and really need to write it down somewhere and let it go. As the third and final Captive Prince book is being released tomorrow, there's no better time to get this out of my system.

Beware: SPOILERS FOR BOTH CAPTIVE PRINCE AND THE LYMOND BOOKS BELOW.

'Go to your contracts and leave the orgies to me' )

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