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Oh man. I'm so awesome. I will coach you in awesome if you wish to be awesome the way that I am. ... At Harry Potter.
But, yes, I am terribly disappointed at that middle grade.
Monday
Tuesday
Um. It wasn't really the zombie apocalypse.
Good thing, too, because I didn't have any gas in my car that day. Isn't that always the way? You think, "Oh, I'll be fine for a few days. I can get gas tomorrow." Well, what if tomorrow is the zombie apocalypse? You see what I mean.
I could have sworn I was here to actually make an entry about something. Oops! I am listening to the Decemberists. As one does. I recently learned that Colin Meloy wrote "Red Right Ankle" for his girlfriend, which means that I can't entertain thoughts of marrying him anymore. That's just so sweet.
Oh, also, because I have a significant other already. Did you know that? I realized after the last entry that I never write about him. But I totally still have one! About that, actually, my boyfriend kind of looks like a blonder Colin Meloy. Sort of. I like him much more, though. One of the reasons that I don't ever talk about my relationship is, seriously, you people are mushy and gross and boring and boring when you do that, and I honestly don't trust myself to be any better. I mean, sometimes! Not all the time. I mean it in a good way. Other reasons include "I hate being candid" and "It's none of your business."
One of my workmates pointed out that I have gray hair today. Seriously. About both the fact that I have gray hair and that he pointed it out. He's a dick. I have no idea why I haven't quit yet. I'm not even sure I like money this much, to be honest.
HOLY CRAP, what is this entry about? If I may, I would like to blame the whole thing on the fact that I have been very very tired for the past week or so. I take long naps and then sleep through the night anyway. And wake up sleepy. It hasn't even been that hot. I really hope I'm not developing some crazy illness. I have quite enough of those.
20 days until Order of the Phoenix! I'm much more excited for this than I was for any other movie, first because OotP is my favorite book in the series, and secondly because I've been following the production updates since they were casting. That's over a year and a half! And then there's the book, which I am so disproportionally excited about I can't even get into it right now. I've been feeling the urge lately to get depressed and read Anne Rice books. I can't though! There's no time! POTTER!
I could have sworn I was here to actually make an entry about something. Oops! I am listening to the Decemberists. As one does. I recently learned that Colin Meloy wrote "Red Right Ankle" for his girlfriend, which means that I can't entertain thoughts of marrying him anymore. That's just so sweet.
Oh, also, because I have a significant other already. Did you know that? I realized after the last entry that I never write about him. But I totally still have one! About that, actually, my boyfriend kind of looks like a blonder Colin Meloy. Sort of. I like him much more, though. One of the reasons that I don't ever talk about my relationship is, seriously, you people are mushy and gross and boring and boring when you do that, and I honestly don't trust myself to be any better. I mean, sometimes! Not all the time. I mean it in a good way. Other reasons include "I hate being candid" and "It's none of your business."
One of my workmates pointed out that I have gray hair today. Seriously. About both the fact that I have gray hair and that he pointed it out. He's a dick. I have no idea why I haven't quit yet. I'm not even sure I like money this much, to be honest.
HOLY CRAP, what is this entry about? If I may, I would like to blame the whole thing on the fact that I have been very very tired for the past week or so. I take long naps and then sleep through the night anyway. And wake up sleepy. It hasn't even been that hot. I really hope I'm not developing some crazy illness. I have quite enough of those.
20 days until Order of the Phoenix! I'm much more excited for this than I was for any other movie, first because OotP is my favorite book in the series, and secondly because I've been following the production updates since they were casting. That's over a year and a half! And then there's the book, which I am so disproportionally excited about I can't even get into it right now. I've been feeling the urge lately to get depressed and read Anne Rice books. I can't though! There's no time! POTTER!
Wednesday
It's the end of the world as I blog it.
I guess they're not just a metaphor for communism anymore, are they, society?
No.
There are none outside. I'm actually surprised. In New Jersey, most densely populated state in America (it still is, I guess?), so far there are none. Which is why I think it's okay to make a fucking blog entry, apparently. There's nothing at all outside.
Honey, if you're reading this ... well. I suppose it would probably be too much to ask for you to come and get me. It would be rather horrible if you made it all the way up here only to have me eat your face. Romantic? Possibly? But in all practicality it's probably not a good idea. I won't be here anyway. I do wish I had a gun, though, so, you were right. Fucking zombies! Speaking of which, though, YOU HAD BETTER FUCKING LIVE. Seriously, I will find a way to get back at you if you don't. Even if there is no afterlife I will still fucking manage it somehow. I love you. ... We probably should have had more sex.
If anyone else is reading this, I just want you to know that you were one of the ones I didn't hate. Even if I may have, at some time, said otherwise. I didn't, really.
Of course I guess it's possible that the only ones reading this are the marine mammals. After they've grown thumbs and found our artifacts and unlocked our technology. Obviously. Many thousands of years in the future. I hope it's the orcas, and not the dolphins. They were on our side. Well, to you I say, humanity definitely went out like a bitch. But when you tell our story on whatever your version of television is, be sympathetic. And get someone attractive to play me. For the orca-interest aspect.
Or I guess it's possible that no one will read this. Probable.
I have to go.
I don't know what to do about the cats. Neither of them will make it.
Oh. Here they come.
No.
There are none outside. I'm actually surprised. In New Jersey, most densely populated state in America (it still is, I guess?), so far there are none. Which is why I think it's okay to make a fucking blog entry, apparently. There's nothing at all outside.
Honey, if you're reading this ... well. I suppose it would probably be too much to ask for you to come and get me. It would be rather horrible if you made it all the way up here only to have me eat your face. Romantic? Possibly? But in all practicality it's probably not a good idea. I won't be here anyway. I do wish I had a gun, though, so, you were right. Fucking zombies! Speaking of which, though, YOU HAD BETTER FUCKING LIVE. Seriously, I will find a way to get back at you if you don't. Even if there is no afterlife I will still fucking manage it somehow. I love you. ... We probably should have had more sex.
If anyone else is reading this, I just want you to know that you were one of the ones I didn't hate. Even if I may have, at some time, said otherwise. I didn't, really.
Of course I guess it's possible that the only ones reading this are the marine mammals. After they've grown thumbs and found our artifacts and unlocked our technology. Obviously. Many thousands of years in the future. I hope it's the orcas, and not the dolphins. They were on our side. Well, to you I say, humanity definitely went out like a bitch. But when you tell our story on whatever your version of television is, be sympathetic. And get someone attractive to play me. For the orca-interest aspect.
Or I guess it's possible that no one will read this. Probable.
I have to go.
I don't know what to do about the cats. Neither of them will make it.
Oh. Here they come.
Thursday
Let me tell you about my fan videos.
Before we begin, I should note that I've never made a fan video in my life.
However, it seems that, alongside all the ideas for stories and songs and figurines, I now have a healthy amount of ideas for fan videos.
I don't know that much about fan videos. I was first introduced to the concept through Jewels from the WD. At one of the first WD parties I went to she pulled out of a tape of vids she had made. The gist is, you take a song, and make a sort-of music video for it using scenes from a given fandom. Or what have you. You can use it to illustrate a story in the canon, or fabricate your own based on the fact that Spike and Willow were clearly meant to be. Ahem. You know.
I don't know anything about the conventions of making fanvids or the community of fanvidders, and even less about how I would go about creating one myself. I imagine it would have something to do with torrents, and, most likely, getting a new computer. My computer barely loaded this page, honestly. I don't know anyone that I can really ask about it, either. Yet, every time I listen to certain songs, I can't help but mentally put certain scenes to it. It's not fair! I like those songs by themselves!
I've idly wondered if I could just commission someone who does this sort of thing to make them for me. Heaven knows I'm probably never going to get around to it. After knitting and making jam and reading Harry Potter for the fiftieth time, I don't imagine I'll have enough drive. Or boredom.
So, here's a list of all the fan videos I never made.
Lord of the Rings - Kashmir, by Led Zeppelin
If you can't figure out how to set LoTR to Led Zeppelin, then you're just not trying. The idea itself makes me giggle. It's a long-ass song, but there's also material from three long-ass movies. I'm not sure what the actual content would be like, but, you know, elves and Ents, that sort of thing.
To sit with elders of the gentle race
This world has seldom seen
Who talk of days for which they sit and wait
Lord of The Rings - Wayfaring Stranger, by Neko Case
The same thing, really, only this one would be a little more slowed down and moody. Shots of everyone clambering on rocks, Sam crying, stuff like that. The plunky pseudo-Celtic music is what sells it.
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
A'traveling through this word below
But there's no sickness toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go
Lost - John Saw That Number, by Neko Case
It would be completely brilliantly hilariously full of Locke and religious symbolism. Plus, John did see that number! All over the island! This is probably the one I think about the most, because I guess I think it's the most feasible. And since the end of the current season, there would be a lot more material to scavenge. I was so excited when Locke called someone a Pharisee in an episode. Between that and the Jupe-cast, I'm having paranoid suspicions that the show's creators are listening in on my thoughts. I would have said Desmond, but.
John saw that number
Way in the middle of the air
Crying 'Holy! Holy to the Lord!'
Star Wars - Angel, Won't You Call Me?, by the Decemberists
This one would be all about Anakin and Padmé. I KNOW! I know. It's so embarrassingly bad. But at least I would be guaranteed to tell the story better than George Lucas. DON'T JUDGE ME.
Though I am a lost cause
Angel won't you call me?
Battlestar Galactica - Reasons To Fall, by Lauren Hoffman
This one just happened, and is the reason I made this post in the first place. It would be about Kara. And ... anybody, really. Maybe Lee. But mostly Kara.
No, you're gonna wait 'til the moment is certain
While I've been out searching for reasons to fall
That's it! I was pretty sure I had at least one more, but I can't think of it. It might have been another iteration of LoTR + Zeppelin, though, so maybe we're better off.
However, it seems that, alongside all the ideas for stories and songs and figurines, I now have a healthy amount of ideas for fan videos.
I don't know that much about fan videos. I was first introduced to the concept through Jewels from the WD. At one of the first WD parties I went to she pulled out of a tape of vids she had made. The gist is, you take a song, and make a sort-of music video for it using scenes from a given fandom. Or what have you. You can use it to illustrate a story in the canon, or fabricate your own based on the fact that Spike and Willow were clearly meant to be. Ahem. You know.
I don't know anything about the conventions of making fanvids or the community of fanvidders, and even less about how I would go about creating one myself. I imagine it would have something to do with torrents, and, most likely, getting a new computer. My computer barely loaded this page, honestly. I don't know anyone that I can really ask about it, either. Yet, every time I listen to certain songs, I can't help but mentally put certain scenes to it. It's not fair! I like those songs by themselves!
I've idly wondered if I could just commission someone who does this sort of thing to make them for me. Heaven knows I'm probably never going to get around to it. After knitting and making jam and reading Harry Potter for the fiftieth time, I don't imagine I'll have enough drive. Or boredom.
So, here's a list of all the fan videos I never made.
Lord of the Rings - Kashmir, by Led Zeppelin
If you can't figure out how to set LoTR to Led Zeppelin, then you're just not trying. The idea itself makes me giggle. It's a long-ass song, but there's also material from three long-ass movies. I'm not sure what the actual content would be like, but, you know, elves and Ents, that sort of thing.
To sit with elders of the gentle race
This world has seldom seen
Who talk of days for which they sit and wait
Lord of The Rings - Wayfaring Stranger, by Neko Case
The same thing, really, only this one would be a little more slowed down and moody. Shots of everyone clambering on rocks, Sam crying, stuff like that. The plunky pseudo-Celtic music is what sells it.
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
A'traveling through this word below
But there's no sickness toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go
Lost - John Saw That Number, by Neko Case
It would be completely brilliantly hilariously full of Locke and religious symbolism. Plus, John did see that number! All over the island! This is probably the one I think about the most, because I guess I think it's the most feasible. And since the end of the current season, there would be a lot more material to scavenge. I was so excited when Locke called someone a Pharisee in an episode. Between that and the Jupe-cast, I'm having paranoid suspicions that the show's creators are listening in on my thoughts. I would have said Desmond, but.
John saw that number
Way in the middle of the air
Crying 'Holy! Holy to the Lord!'
Star Wars - Angel, Won't You Call Me?, by the Decemberists
This one would be all about Anakin and Padmé. I KNOW! I know. It's so embarrassingly bad. But at least I would be guaranteed to tell the story better than George Lucas. DON'T JUDGE ME.
Though I am a lost cause
Angel won't you call me?
Battlestar Galactica - Reasons To Fall, by Lauren Hoffman
This one just happened, and is the reason I made this post in the first place. It would be about Kara. And ... anybody, really. Maybe Lee. But mostly Kara.
No, you're gonna wait 'til the moment is certain
While I've been out searching for reasons to fall
That's it! I was pretty sure I had at least one more, but I can't think of it. It might have been another iteration of LoTR + Zeppelin, though, so maybe we're better off.
Tuesday
Why I Blog.
Some time ago, the lovely and many-talented Jess tagged me to do this thing. The challenge, should I choose to accept it, is to explain five reason Why I Blog.
Um. I blog?
Hee! Seriously, though, it would be far easier for me to come up with a list of reasons that I don't blog. Surely I do that more than I do. But here goes.
1.These thoughts go here. My brain is running constantly. There are things that I think about that will never reach anyone else. This depends on many things, but mainly, my mood and the timing. I'm perfectly fine to let most things slip by. However, sometimes, I wanted my thoughts to reach other people. I try to put them where I feel they will be most appropriate, although, to be honest, I have very little understanding of why I make the choices I do. Message board? Email? Phone call? Paper? Blog? Everything that gets put here fits here. Or, at least, I felt like it did at the time.
2. I need a place to talk about television shows and Harry Potter. I refuse to join any more message boards. They hurt. My blog is a more than acceptable substitute. At least I know I like all the respondents.
3. You people are funny. This seems like it should be a reason for me to read blogs rather than why I keep one. But it's true. You people are funny. And by posting to my blog, I can, to some extent, control what subjects you're talking about, and take some hand in crafting the amusement I'll be receiving from you. ... Don't feel used.
4. I don't keep a diary. I've never kept a diary. The best I have is a journal that I've had since I was ten. I make a new entry about once a year, or whenever I'm feeling like something profound is going on in my life. The internet makes it much easier for me to chronicle what my days are like: I don't even have to think about it.
5. Sometimes people ask me to. For some reason, every so often, one of the five of you reading right now will let me know that you think I should make a blog entry. I guess you like hearing me dribble on like this!
Here are five people that I'd like to see answer this, if that's their thing:
1. Lauren
2. Jenny
3. Kirk
4. Pat-n-Steph
5. Del (Hee! A cheat! But Del, I absolutely would have tagged you if I'd done this before you did.)
Um. I blog?
Hee! Seriously, though, it would be far easier for me to come up with a list of reasons that I don't blog. Surely I do that more than I do. But here goes.
1.These thoughts go here. My brain is running constantly. There are things that I think about that will never reach anyone else. This depends on many things, but mainly, my mood and the timing. I'm perfectly fine to let most things slip by. However, sometimes, I wanted my thoughts to reach other people. I try to put them where I feel they will be most appropriate, although, to be honest, I have very little understanding of why I make the choices I do. Message board? Email? Phone call? Paper? Blog? Everything that gets put here fits here. Or, at least, I felt like it did at the time.
2. I need a place to talk about television shows and Harry Potter. I refuse to join any more message boards. They hurt. My blog is a more than acceptable substitute. At least I know I like all the respondents.
3. You people are funny. This seems like it should be a reason for me to read blogs rather than why I keep one. But it's true. You people are funny. And by posting to my blog, I can, to some extent, control what subjects you're talking about, and take some hand in crafting the amusement I'll be receiving from you. ... Don't feel used.
4. I don't keep a diary. I've never kept a diary. The best I have is a journal that I've had since I was ten. I make a new entry about once a year, or whenever I'm feeling like something profound is going on in my life. The internet makes it much easier for me to chronicle what my days are like: I don't even have to think about it.
5. Sometimes people ask me to. For some reason, every so often, one of the five of you reading right now will let me know that you think I should make a blog entry. I guess you like hearing me dribble on like this!
Here are five people that I'd like to see answer this, if that's their thing:
1. Lauren
2. Jenny
3. Kirk
4. Pat-n-Steph
5. Del (Hee! A cheat! But Del, I absolutely would have tagged you if I'd done this before you did.)
Friday
Ladies and gentlemen, refresh your browsers.
Or, put more aptly: Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
I'm so very happy and excited! Look at my blog! LOOK AT IT! I am delighted. I cannot even coherently express how happy I am with my shiny new blog. At best, I can write random, exultant words, like so: YAY! EXCITMENT! HEE! AWESOMTASTIC! BLOG!
See?
However, before you say anything, I would like to tell you that this is all thanks to tiniest young Lauren, who is the best thing ever. For some time now, she has been toiling away trying to adjust my template to match my ridiculous expectations. She would run in, crying and sweating, and fretting, "I'm sorry this is taking so long!" and I, reclining on a couch, watching television and scarfing down popcorn would reply, "It's cool!"
... That was hyperbole. What I mean is that Lauren did everything. Also that I love her and she is terrific.
BLOG!
I'm so very happy and excited! Look at my blog! LOOK AT IT! I am delighted. I cannot even coherently express how happy I am with my shiny new blog. At best, I can write random, exultant words, like so: YAY! EXCITMENT! HEE! AWESOMTASTIC! BLOG!
See?
However, before you say anything, I would like to tell you that this is all thanks to tiniest young Lauren, who is the best thing ever. For some time now, she has been toiling away trying to adjust my template to match my ridiculous expectations. She would run in, crying and sweating, and fretting, "I'm sorry this is taking so long!" and I, reclining on a couch, watching television and scarfing down popcorn would reply, "It's cool!"
... That was hyperbole. What I mean is that Lauren did everything. Also that I love her and she is terrific.
BLOG!
Wednesday
Eeeeeeeeeee!!!
You're Anne of Green Gables!
by L.M. Montgomery
Bright, chipper, vivid, but with the emotional fortitude of cottage
cheese, you make quite an impression on everyone you meet. You're impulsive, rash,
honest, and probably don't have a great relationship with your parents. People hurt
your feelings constantly, but your brazen honestly doesn't exactly treat others with
kid gloves. Ultimately, though, you win the hearts and minds of everyone that matters.
You spell your name with an E and you want everyone to know about it.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
Thursday
Oh, hey!!
That movie I was in comes out this September!
I'm totally in the trailer. You didn't see me because you weren't looking hard enough.
I'm totally in the trailer. You didn't see me because you weren't looking hard enough.
I've actually intended to make several fascinating and wonderful posts.
Instead I'm doing this!
It also seems that my comments are not functioning. Great! No idea why.
It also seems that my comments are not functioning. Great! No idea why.
Tragedy is when I get a hangnail.
Or, in this instance, when my earring breaks in half. My earring broke in half, everyone!
In case you have no idea why this should be a big deal, I'll have to tell you that I only wear one pair of earrings, and, in fact, I never take them out. I've been wearing pretty much continuously for about the past ten years. ... Which could have something to do with them giving out. That, and the fact that they are gold, which is a soft metal. And a lot of things are breaking lately.
I don't know what to do now! Do I get new earrings? I can't handle anything that I would have to change. I never wear jewelry. I think my holes will probably close up. I mean, it would figure.
In other news, my hair has gotten a bit long. I was thinking I would like to cut it, but I would also like to donate it again. And for that, I need to take off at least 12 inches, and I think that would make my hair unacceptably short. I'm not quite ready for that.
In case you have no idea why this should be a big deal, I'll have to tell you that I only wear one pair of earrings, and, in fact, I never take them out. I've been wearing pretty much continuously for about the past ten years. ... Which could have something to do with them giving out. That, and the fact that they are gold, which is a soft metal. And a lot of things are breaking lately.
I don't know what to do now! Do I get new earrings? I can't handle anything that I would have to change. I never wear jewelry. I think my holes will probably close up. I mean, it would figure.
In other news, my hair has gotten a bit long. I was thinking I would like to cut it, but I would also like to donate it again. And for that, I need to take off at least 12 inches, and I think that would make my hair unacceptably short. I'm not quite ready for that.
Tuesday
This blog is about Harry Potter.
Or: Ack! What did I do?
I just wanted to let you know that the last Harry Potter book is going to be released relatively soon? And I'm kind of excited about it? Also, don't mind the fact that it looks crappy, because hopefully my whole blog will look all different soon anyway.
"Soon" in this instance, can mean whatever you want it to mean. But, we'll see.
I just wanted to let you know that the last Harry Potter book is going to be released relatively soon? And I'm kind of excited about it? Also, don't mind the fact that it looks crappy, because hopefully my whole blog will look all different soon anyway.
"Soon" in this instance, can mean whatever you want it to mean. But, we'll see.
Monday
Just in time for spring!
I finished my scarf! Actually, I finished the knitting a few weeks ago, but it's taken me this long to get a yarn needle and get the ends taken care of. There weren't even that many! I haven't blocked it yet, because it is totally taller than I am and I don't know where I'm going to lay it out.
But! But! I took some pictures! And I put them on my (relatively) new Flickr account! There are all kinds of things happening on my blog today, I'll tell you what.
Not pictured: my face. I took a couple pictures of me wearing the scarf, which came out really good. I mean the scarf came out good. My face, not so much. So I just posted a close-up.
Scarf on bed.
Scarf on me.
My mother already told me that she wants me to make her one. Sure! I'll get right on it. ... Actually, I will. I told her to buy me some functional undergarments and Harry Potter in exchange. We still haven't preordered it! ONLY 102 DAYS!
But! But! I took some pictures! And I put them on my (relatively) new Flickr account! There are all kinds of things happening on my blog today, I'll tell you what.
Not pictured: my face. I took a couple pictures of me wearing the scarf, which came out really good. I mean the scarf came out good. My face, not so much. So I just posted a close-up.
Scarf on bed.
Scarf on me.
My mother already told me that she wants me to make her one. Sure! I'll get right on it. ... Actually, I will. I told her to buy me some functional undergarments and Harry Potter in exchange. We still haven't preordered it! ONLY 102 DAYS!
God damn it.
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If the internet thinks so, it must be true!!
Wednesday
And when they leave, it's godless in the dark.
One of my favorite bodily sensations is something that I've come to call "heartbreak in the gut." Like a lot of things, I'm not sure what this says about me, since, as the description implies, it's not an entirely happy sensation. It feels a bit like negative g - force, just under the ribs, just for a moment. Sort of. What it's really like is like feeling heartbreak, but in your gut.
I guess one of the reasons I like it is because I don't think I've ever felt it as a direct result of something that has actually happened to me. It's in some ways, an empathetic, voyeuristic sort of sensation. I'm most likely to get it while I'm reading a book, or watching a television show, or listening to a song. It comes right as one character says something terribly cruel to another, or when someone sings a lyric of perfect sad beauty. It's ... basically romanticism, manifested physically.
I don't know what it sounds like, but trust me, it's a lot nicer than the feeling that resides in the chest. It's a little warmer, a little safer.
A great source of this sensation is a song I discovered recently. It's a song by a band called The Floors, or The Pelvic Floors, or something like that. Don't Google it. They barely exist. This song was co-written and co-performed by Katell Keineg, a singer-singwriter that I learned about from reading the New York Times Magazine. Seriously. I wouldn't say that it's my favorite song by any means, and it took me a while to really love it. The fact that it's called something silly like "Love Song To My Guru" didn't help, either. But I do now. The lyrics are what got to me. If you're a visitor to the WD, I'll tell you that this is what has been in my bio the past few months. I think they're wonderful. They make my heart break in my gut.
I wanna write a love song to my guru
What can I say
That hasn't already been said
To your face?
I wanna write a heart-rending love story
To bring you to tears
What does it matter
If you never hear?
Batten down the hatches
This will never happen again
But they come in glory, don't they?
And when they leave
It's godless in the dark
I appreciate that "they" is left subjective.
I guess one of the reasons I like it is because I don't think I've ever felt it as a direct result of something that has actually happened to me. It's in some ways, an empathetic, voyeuristic sort of sensation. I'm most likely to get it while I'm reading a book, or watching a television show, or listening to a song. It comes right as one character says something terribly cruel to another, or when someone sings a lyric of perfect sad beauty. It's ... basically romanticism, manifested physically.
I don't know what it sounds like, but trust me, it's a lot nicer than the feeling that resides in the chest. It's a little warmer, a little safer.
A great source of this sensation is a song I discovered recently. It's a song by a band called The Floors, or The Pelvic Floors, or something like that. Don't Google it. They barely exist. This song was co-written and co-performed by Katell Keineg, a singer-singwriter that I learned about from reading the New York Times Magazine. Seriously. I wouldn't say that it's my favorite song by any means, and it took me a while to really love it. The fact that it's called something silly like "Love Song To My Guru" didn't help, either. But I do now. The lyrics are what got to me. If you're a visitor to the WD, I'll tell you that this is what has been in my bio the past few months. I think they're wonderful. They make my heart break in my gut.
I wanna write a love song to my guru
What can I say
That hasn't already been said
To your face?
I wanna write a heart-rending love story
To bring you to tears
What does it matter
If you never hear?
Batten down the hatches
This will never happen again
But they come in glory, don't they?
And when they leave
It's godless in the dark
I appreciate that "they" is left subjective.
Thursday
LETTER DAY.
I would like to announce that, as of today, I have paid off my student loan, in full.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Monday
Sunday
Hooray for knitting!
Since I began knitting, I've started noticing a lot of things that I hadn't before. The way that fabric is made, for example. I was never exactly certain of what "cotton knit shirt" meant, but I sure do now!
Also since then, I've taken to noticing knit items on the people around me, and wondering, idly, if the items are handmade. Usually, my conclusion is "no." I mean, anything woven, or anything were the knit is very fine, that's a definite no. It gets trickier once the yarn is noticeably heavier. Could be handmade! But still, I decide, probably not. Not that I want to impune on my fellow crafters, but I don't tend to see things that are, frankly, crappy enough to be obviously handmade.
Today I identified my first unquestionably hand-knit items and a person who was, I am certain, a knitter. I went into town today, and while I was loitering around the Port Authority (I was too early for my planned activity - which is always preferable to being too late) I noticed a girl coming out of the bathroom. She was wearing a very long, chunky, garter-stitch scarf, in alternating blocks of red and gold. I suspected that this item was handmade. I didn't become absolutely certain until, while going down the stairs, I spotted a young man wearing the exact same scarf, only his was green and silver. Sure enough, the girl came down the stairs and she and the boy drew closer and closer, until off they went in their rival house scarves.
This made me so very happy I cannot explain. It was welcome, because my day up until that point had been pretty crappy. Actually, my entire weekend had the flavor of a hellish ordeal at some points. But enough about that. Knitting solves everything! And I was then in quite a nice frame of mind as I trotted off to do my undisclosed activities.
Also since then, I've taken to noticing knit items on the people around me, and wondering, idly, if the items are handmade. Usually, my conclusion is "no." I mean, anything woven, or anything were the knit is very fine, that's a definite no. It gets trickier once the yarn is noticeably heavier. Could be handmade! But still, I decide, probably not. Not that I want to impune on my fellow crafters, but I don't tend to see things that are, frankly, crappy enough to be obviously handmade.
Today I identified my first unquestionably hand-knit items and a person who was, I am certain, a knitter. I went into town today, and while I was loitering around the Port Authority (I was too early for my planned activity - which is always preferable to being too late) I noticed a girl coming out of the bathroom. She was wearing a very long, chunky, garter-stitch scarf, in alternating blocks of red and gold. I suspected that this item was handmade. I didn't become absolutely certain until, while going down the stairs, I spotted a young man wearing the exact same scarf, only his was green and silver. Sure enough, the girl came down the stairs and she and the boy drew closer and closer, until off they went in their rival house scarves.
This made me so very happy I cannot explain. It was welcome, because my day up until that point had been pretty crappy. Actually, my entire weekend had the flavor of a hellish ordeal at some points. But enough about that. Knitting solves everything! And I was then in quite a nice frame of mind as I trotted off to do my undisclosed activities.
Thursday
I forgot how much fun this is!
A locked post and a high-profile banning, and it's still nine months 'til my birthday!
I've been so put out by the board. It's been so long since anything interesting happened. Boring people and their boring posts. Before this month, there hadn't been any posts at all on the Super Secret Boards since June. June, people! I know, I've been checking.
I hope it keeps up. I hope someone raises a fuss. Like that one kid, you know the one. I hope we have an influx of trolls. I hope something terrible happens.
Wouldn't that been great? Oh come on. You agree. It would be great.
I've been so put out by the board. It's been so long since anything interesting happened. Boring people and their boring posts. Before this month, there hadn't been any posts at all on the Super Secret Boards since June. June, people! I know, I've been checking.
I hope it keeps up. I hope someone raises a fuss. Like that one kid, you know the one. I hope we have an influx of trolls. I hope something terrible happens.
Wouldn't that been great? Oh come on. You agree. It would be great.
This post is not about anything in particular.
I just suddenly realized that it's been some time since I last blogged, and, what the hell, you kids deserve a treat.
By the time I finish my scarf, it may be spring. I don't know how long it's supposed to be, so I'm planning on continuing until I decide to stop.
Target (I believe) has a commercial that uses "Hello, Goodbye." It makes me profoundly sad every time I see it.
I am all caught up on robots now. "Black Market" was awful.
By the time I finish my scarf, it may be spring. I don't know how long it's supposed to be, so I'm planning on continuing until I decide to stop.
Target (I believe) has a commercial that uses "Hello, Goodbye." It makes me profoundly sad every time I see it.
I am all caught up on robots now. "Black Market" was awful.
Sunday
I'm such a hippy.
As you may recall me mentioning (um, that is, if I have mentioned it, which I'm not sure I have), we planted a tree in front of my house this spring.
It's snowing right now. (Aside: "Hooray! It's about time!") My mother just noted: "It's tree's first snow." And then I said, "Yeah." In an "awwww" sort of way. Like it took its first steps or something.
I haven't actually hugged it yet, but that's really only because the trunk's not that big enough around.
It's snowing right now. (Aside: "Hooray! It's about time!") My mother just noted: "It's tree's first snow." And then I said, "Yeah." In an "awwww" sort of way. Like it took its first steps or something.
I haven't actually hugged it yet, but that's really only because the trunk's not that big enough around.
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