~ the evolution of dreams ~
January 31, 2005,5:34 p.m.
language is alive
i am working on my annotated bibliography for australian and new zealand cinemas and i suddenly realized (anew, it seems, but with more significance) that language is ALIVE. i mean, alive and KICKING. it's active. i am specifically thinking about this on three different levels:
1) language is alive and active and kicking in the sense of our use of words. take, for example, these two expressions: "in contrast", and "in comparison". as soon as you say, in a text, "in contrast to", you are summoning the sharpness of light against dark (think film noir), you are summoning light and darkness to refract against each other within the ideas you are discussing. when you say "in comparison" in a text, you are mixing two or more ideas together, thoroughly, and allowing the differences and similarities within those ideas rise to the surface. in this sense language seems to me incredibly active.
2) language is alive and kicking in the way it actively connects us. it formulates our identities, our cultures, our specificities, our ability to relate to each other, because we share common languages, common meanings, common lexicons. language swirls around us, existing in its own power because WE exist to give it life, and yet, in a peculiar symbiotic-dependent relationship, language constructs us in its very being.
3) in this sense i am thinking about languages as texts. "language" in a bigger sense of the word, i.e. the language of novels, or short stories, or musical scores, or films. in this sense language is alive in that it allows us to construct memories, complex memories, of who we are and what we do and what our particular culture and heritage is about. with languages as texts, we are able to remember the past, live in the present, and project ourselves into the future.
this is so cool. i hope it develops well into my essay. sigh. why didn't i pursue structural linguistics? (post-structural linguistics? why don't i spend quality time with de saussure, kristeva, and all those other language theorists???? i LOVE thinking about language this way. it seems so directly CONNECTED to the outside world, and it makes sense to me to think about the world in those terms.)
i hope you enjoy the Mishka Narrative i posted below earlier today ;) she really is one priceless sophisticat (grin)
1) language is alive and active and kicking in the sense of our use of words. take, for example, these two expressions: "in contrast", and "in comparison". as soon as you say, in a text, "in contrast to", you are summoning the sharpness of light against dark (think film noir), you are summoning light and darkness to refract against each other within the ideas you are discussing. when you say "in comparison" in a text, you are mixing two or more ideas together, thoroughly, and allowing the differences and similarities within those ideas rise to the surface. in this sense language seems to me incredibly active.
2) language is alive and kicking in the way it actively connects us. it formulates our identities, our cultures, our specificities, our ability to relate to each other, because we share common languages, common meanings, common lexicons. language swirls around us, existing in its own power because WE exist to give it life, and yet, in a peculiar symbiotic-dependent relationship, language constructs us in its very being.
3) in this sense i am thinking about languages as texts. "language" in a bigger sense of the word, i.e. the language of novels, or short stories, or musical scores, or films. in this sense language is alive in that it allows us to construct memories, complex memories, of who we are and what we do and what our particular culture and heritage is about. with languages as texts, we are able to remember the past, live in the present, and project ourselves into the future.
this is so cool. i hope it develops well into my essay. sigh. why didn't i pursue structural linguistics? (post-structural linguistics? why don't i spend quality time with de saussure, kristeva, and all those other language theorists???? i LOVE thinking about language this way. it seems so directly CONNECTED to the outside world, and it makes sense to me to think about the world in those terms.)
i hope you enjoy the Mishka Narrative i posted below earlier today ;) she really is one priceless sophisticat (grin)
Labels: language
,5:04 p.m.
this is either 1) "i was sleeping!!!" or 2) "i know. i'm just so sexy."
Labels: art, mishka, photography
January 29, 2005,3:22 p.m.
talking in my sleep + web design
i'm still suffering from my head cold and since the night before last i didn't sleep hardly at all i gave up and bundled myself into so many warm accoutrements that i was barely recognizable and trotted off to shoppers drug mart in order to procure some tylenol cold and flu (24 hour pack). wow that sentence didn't have any punctuation in it whatsoever. are you still slightly breathless?
anyhow i dutifully took the night capsule and, since i have ingested this medicine before on other occasions (where i was, coincidentally, much more ill and in much more dire need of being medicated) i was pretty prepared for the overwhelming feeling of drowsiness that cocooned my body about half an hour later. the weird thing that happened was, since the tylenol night capsule effectively knocked me out, i couldn't really "wake up" at night as i tend to do when i have disturbing dreams. so anyway i was in my fluid dreamspace last night and i remembered upon waking in the morning that there was one point, when i was dreaming, where i was explaining something to someone and i began to use my voice. however, when i started to use my voice i didn't like it, because it was too loud, so i thought, "stop, this is wrong, continue explaining with the voice in your head," so i duly stopped speaking with my voice and continued explaining with the voice in my head. it was only after i woke up that i realized i was probably talking aloud in my sleep. but the thing is, if i hadn't been under the influence of drugginess, then i probably would have woken myself up and not continued to dream. but i think in retrospect the drugs made my dreamlife more interesting. especially since i got to continue explaining whatever i was explaining using "the voice in my head" in my dream.
refer to other blog entries where saf proves that yes, she is nuts.
anyhow other than that i have just been working and checking out other web designers' portfolios because i have discovered a new passion (designing webpages) and i'm interested to see what's out there. this has kind of crept up on me and i didn't realize how interested i was in web designing til i added the backgrounds for the vic dance site and started constructing the site for the u of t dance coalition (still *very much* in progress!)
that's all for now. i hope you're enjoying the art i've posted.
later 'gaters
anyhow i dutifully took the night capsule and, since i have ingested this medicine before on other occasions (where i was, coincidentally, much more ill and in much more dire need of being medicated) i was pretty prepared for the overwhelming feeling of drowsiness that cocooned my body about half an hour later. the weird thing that happened was, since the tylenol night capsule effectively knocked me out, i couldn't really "wake up" at night as i tend to do when i have disturbing dreams. so anyway i was in my fluid dreamspace last night and i remembered upon waking in the morning that there was one point, when i was dreaming, where i was explaining something to someone and i began to use my voice. however, when i started to use my voice i didn't like it, because it was too loud, so i thought, "stop, this is wrong, continue explaining with the voice in your head," so i duly stopped speaking with my voice and continued explaining with the voice in my head. it was only after i woke up that i realized i was probably talking aloud in my sleep. but the thing is, if i hadn't been under the influence of drugginess, then i probably would have woken myself up and not continued to dream. but i think in retrospect the drugs made my dreamlife more interesting. especially since i got to continue explaining whatever i was explaining using "the voice in my head" in my dream.
refer to other blog entries where saf proves that yes, she is nuts.
anyhow other than that i have just been working and checking out other web designers' portfolios because i have discovered a new passion (designing webpages) and i'm interested to see what's out there. this has kind of crept up on me and i didn't realize how interested i was in web designing til i added the backgrounds for the vic dance site and started constructing the site for the u of t dance coalition (still *very much* in progress!)
that's all for now. i hope you're enjoying the art i've posted.
later 'gaters
,5:19 p.m.
images
i am just fooling around with paint shop pro 9 (i downloaded a version of it to try out for a while.) i like the two images i've created so far that i posted below. what do you think?
Labels: art, photography
,9:14 a.m.
the ambush of the massive viking with c
last night the massive viking (aka wookie) and c dropped by around 8:30ish. c *did* warn the massive viking that i was ill, but that didn't deter him. anyway we had a lovely visit and the massive viking and i caught up on quite a bit of the past (and apparently the massive viking possesses some significant holes in his knowledge of the past. if he reads this, these may be my last words. so listen carefully everyone.)
at some point in the night the massive viking wandered into my bathroom as i was talking with c. he then interrupted us asking, "saf, what's this above your faucets?" (on my sink).
"what are you talking about?" i replied in a slightly worried tone, envisioning embarrassing growths of fungus inhabiting unconventional regions of my sink's taps.
the massive viking said, "what is this? 1 = 5 is less than 5 = huh???"
at this point i am pretty confuzed. "um, massive viking, WHAT are you talking about?"
massive viking continues, "i don't get it. what does this mean? IS it 1 = 5 is less than...."
i barge into the bathroom and look where massive viking is peering (bent in half, pretty much, because he's rather huge.) i take one look and suppress the hilarity i feel rising in myself.
"massive viking, that's japanese."
"huh?"
"you pronounce it jya gu chi. i'm learning japanese. jya gu chi means faucets."
"really?! that's so cool! what are those weird things above 'faucets' then?"
"those are from the hirigana, massive viking. they are the letters the japanese use in their alphabet."
"ohhhh i get it. so when did you start learning chinese?"
"japanese, massive viking, japanese."
don't get me wrong, this guy is pretty smart. he's also pretty funny. sometimes he's just a little out of it, that's all.
at some point in the night the massive viking wandered into my bathroom as i was talking with c. he then interrupted us asking, "saf, what's this above your faucets?" (on my sink).
"what are you talking about?" i replied in a slightly worried tone, envisioning embarrassing growths of fungus inhabiting unconventional regions of my sink's taps.
the massive viking said, "what is this? 1 = 5 is less than 5 = huh???"
at this point i am pretty confuzed. "um, massive viking, WHAT are you talking about?"
massive viking continues, "i don't get it. what does this mean? IS it 1 = 5 is less than...."
i barge into the bathroom and look where massive viking is peering (bent in half, pretty much, because he's rather huge.) i take one look and suppress the hilarity i feel rising in myself.
"massive viking, that's japanese."
"huh?"
"you pronounce it jya gu chi. i'm learning japanese. jya gu chi means faucets."
"really?! that's so cool! what are those weird things above 'faucets' then?"
"those are from the hirigana, massive viking. they are the letters the japanese use in their alphabet."
"ohhhh i get it. so when did you start learning chinese?"
"japanese, massive viking, japanese."
don't get me wrong, this guy is pretty smart. he's also pretty funny. sometimes he's just a little out of it, that's all.
January 27, 2005,7:19 p.m.
re: invasion of pixar lamp into my home
i felt like i had to post a legitimately *interesting* photograph after subjecting you to all those endless solid-ish background experimental photos. i took this one while experimenting with tony's camera and the 'advanced modes' (i.e. ooo! i can take pictures in b&w OR sepia!!!!)
when i showed tony this pic he said immediately, "that's so cool. it looks like the pixar lamp!" and so, ladies and gentlemen, i am now the official owner of the pixar lamp.
i think at this point the pixar lamp was pretending to be the main star detective in its very own film noir.
i leave the creative ideas for a title to the (forthcoming) blockbuster film noir starring the one & only pixar lamp up to you guys.
enjoy! ;)
when i showed tony this pic he said immediately, "that's so cool. it looks like the pixar lamp!" and so, ladies and gentlemen, i am now the official owner of the pixar lamp.
i think at this point the pixar lamp was pretending to be the main star detective in its very own film noir.
i leave the creative ideas for a title to the (forthcoming) blockbuster film noir starring the one & only pixar lamp up to you guys.
enjoy! ;)
,4:57 p.m.
:)
i feel like i should do a bit of explaining re: all the photos below. i was fooling around with backgrounds for the vic dance website (i am one of the presidents of vic dance.) i have been trying to get backgrounds up on the site for about a year now, and i finally decided just to do it (instead of waiting for other people to do it). at least, if we get some awesome backgrounds in the future, they can just replace my backgrounds; in the meantime the site will just be colourful & happy instead of dreary and black & white.
the URL for the vic dance site is http://vicu.utoronto.ca/vicdance
:) happy grin!
the URL for the vic dance site is http://vicu.utoronto.ca/vicdance
:) happy grin!
Labels: art, photography
,2:33 p.m.
fishy face
i've been playing around with the programs blogger makes available for posting photos and...well...as you can see i've managed to get a picture up of me. *blush* it's one that c took at talibah's birthday dinner party @ le commensal, and i'm being very silly in it. but that's me. silly.
i'm down and out with a cold today so my brain feels rather non-functional, as does the rest of me. my nose keeps throbbing no matter how much tylenol i take (don't worry, i'm not overdoing it. i am disgustingly sensible. most of the time.)
anyhow hopefully i will get some more photos up soon. :P
i'm down and out with a cold today so my brain feels rather non-functional, as does the rest of me. my nose keeps throbbing no matter how much tylenol i take (don't worry, i'm not overdoing it. i am disgustingly sensible. most of the time.)
anyhow hopefully i will get some more photos up soon. :P
Labels: art, photography, sick
January 26, 2005,5:28 p.m.
crying at the movies
i watched whale rider this afternoon, in order to let the film seep into my brain because i'm gonna have to write a lot about it in the next few months. there is something about really, really, really good films, and their ability to make me cry, even after seeing them for the twentieth time. i always end up in tears when pai is making her speech about her people for koro and he's not there. and the beached whales (i KNOW, they're NOT REAL but TRY TELLING THAT TO ME WHEN I CAN BARELY BREATHE BECAUSE OF THE TEARS RUNNING DOWN MY FACE) god i can hardly bear those scenes. i remember the horror i felt when (not knowing the story) pai says she's not afraid to die (and it's filmed in such a way that you think, she knows she's going to die, and she will, and then you find out she doesn't). the emotional power of films is something that always amazes me. i only ever remember experiencing an equivalent torrent of emotion when reading books in two instances: one was a book probably most of you read in elementary school, called where the red fern grows; the other one was in a scene (that is horrifically sudden) in a book by a.s. byatt called still life (the second book from her frederica quartet. refer to my website if you want more info :)
but films move me to weeping fits a lot more frequently. isn't that peculiar? it must be the overload of the visual senses. actually, this is a very interesting question. i'm going to have to think about it a lot more. because it's not an issue of room for imagination (film and books both allow that equally); nor is it an issue of whether or not the reader/spectator is able to become fully absorbed in the artistic text. it must be a difference in the way the two modes of expression communicate with their readers/spectators. what do you think that difference is? hmmmm....ponder....ponder......ponder.....
but films move me to weeping fits a lot more frequently. isn't that peculiar? it must be the overload of the visual senses. actually, this is a very interesting question. i'm going to have to think about it a lot more. because it's not an issue of room for imagination (film and books both allow that equally); nor is it an issue of whether or not the reader/spectator is able to become fully absorbed in the artistic text. it must be a difference in the way the two modes of expression communicate with their readers/spectators. what do you think that difference is? hmmmm....ponder....ponder......ponder.....
Labels: film
,11:07 a.m.
keeping time
thank you so much to tony, nat-o, & c for sending me such wonderful emails! and to talibah, who was *happy* with my comment on her blog, and i'm so happy that she knows & feels that i understand :)
i'm home today, feeling really achy and stuffy and i have this gross cough. i will spare you the details, but i sound like i've been smoking for fifteen years (and that is SO NOT TRUE.) if i have the Black Lung, it's because of toronto, not because of nicotine.
however, since i'm at home, i'm putting my time to good use. i'm gonna wash dishes (albeit slowly), read through six books and compile the beginnings of an annotated bibliography, and do readings for my classes. i feel so relaxed (even though i feel gross) because at least, today, my time is my own. :) i don't have any meetings, i don't have to go out in the cold (except maybe to get some food, later, in which case i will bundle up snugly) and i can go at my own pace.
i haven't had a day like this in months. i'm starting to feel better already :) (need proof? just count the smiley faces in this blog.) :P (yup, that one counts too) :)
i'm home today, feeling really achy and stuffy and i have this gross cough. i will spare you the details, but i sound like i've been smoking for fifteen years (and that is SO NOT TRUE.) if i have the Black Lung, it's because of toronto, not because of nicotine.
however, since i'm at home, i'm putting my time to good use. i'm gonna wash dishes (albeit slowly), read through six books and compile the beginnings of an annotated bibliography, and do readings for my classes. i feel so relaxed (even though i feel gross) because at least, today, my time is my own. :) i don't have any meetings, i don't have to go out in the cold (except maybe to get some food, later, in which case i will bundle up snugly) and i can go at my own pace.
i haven't had a day like this in months. i'm starting to feel better already :) (need proof? just count the smiley faces in this blog.) :P (yup, that one counts too) :)
January 25, 2005,10:48 p.m.
mission accomplished
well, i got through today, pretty succesfully i think. except for the fact that i think my virus is slowly invading my cells - i can feel each one "pop" in discouraged surrender. (wasn't that a gross thought? some things i should really just keep to myself.)
aside from feeling like crap, i borrowed c's whale music (yay! a real book to read, FOR FUN! gasp. the forbidden.) (hahahahaha, refer to c's blog about how she wasn't going to give me this book until april (after all my essays were done...) evil grin). and i also borrowed whale rider (yup, i've a theme about whales going on here) which, (odd coincidence) i probably won't give back until april. don't worry, c knows this. it's all good.
i just have to relate one hilarious moment of my rather long-drawn out day, before i go to bed:
i had my grad photos taken today.
the photographer whisked me into one of the rooms in old vic and sat me down on a swivelling stool and proceeded to fluff my hair, dust my skin (with what, i do not know, please don't tell me if you do know) and wet my hair to smooth it down. then he directed, in this order, throughout a series of flashes, "swivel this way lookatmegood ok chindown smilegreatsmilewhoo! holdthis likesoyes lookatmechindownsmilegreatsmilewooo! the hair. THE HAIR. itisevenonthisside and popsoutonthisside what am i to do????? the hair. okswivelthisway look at megood smilegreatsmilesmilegreatwooo!"
it was fantastic. i enjoyed myself thoroughly.
aside from feeling like crap, i borrowed c's whale music (yay! a real book to read, FOR FUN! gasp. the forbidden.) (hahahahaha, refer to c's blog about how she wasn't going to give me this book until april (after all my essays were done...) evil grin). and i also borrowed whale rider (yup, i've a theme about whales going on here) which, (odd coincidence) i probably won't give back until april. don't worry, c knows this. it's all good.
i just have to relate one hilarious moment of my rather long-drawn out day, before i go to bed:
i had my grad photos taken today.
the photographer whisked me into one of the rooms in old vic and sat me down on a swivelling stool and proceeded to fluff my hair, dust my skin (with what, i do not know, please don't tell me if you do know) and wet my hair to smooth it down. then he directed, in this order, throughout a series of flashes, "swivel this way lookatmegood ok chindown smilegreatsmilewhoo! holdthis likesoyes lookatmechindownsmilegreatsmilewooo! the hair. THE HAIR. itisevenonthisside and popsoutonthisside what am i to do????? the hair. okswivelthisway look at megood smilegreatsmilesmilegreatwooo!"
it was fantastic. i enjoyed myself thoroughly.
January 24, 2005,10:52 p.m.
my printer is evil.
i am really tired. i am also really sore and i am getting sick. i finished an essay for a presentation i have tomorrow, (and tomorrow is one hell of a day to begin with) - so i tried to print my essay.
i have been having difficulties with my printer lately. the last time, tony fixed it, by being gentle and possessing the Magic Touch. (refer to Deskjet 952C, Resurrected.)
tonight, the printer decided not to print. this was the last straw. i performed this cycle of actions at least 5 times:
1) turn off printer to stop excessive spewing of printer illegibility.
2) cancel documents in printer queue.
3) shut down all programs.
4) restart computer.
5) attempt to print.
6) return to action (1).
in a fit of Saf Anger (that really no one should see) i sent the offensive document to myself, copied it in microsoft word format as well as text document format to a disk, turned off the bloody computer, and resolved to get up half an hour earlier (read: Saf is Going to Bite Anything's Head Off if it Gets in Her Way When She Gets Up at 7:30 AM Tomorrow and Feels Like Throwing Up First Thing Because That Has Been Her General State of Feeling All Day Today and Why Should It Stop Tomorrow?) to go to the library and print the stupid essay.
after brushing my teeth and removing my contacts i realized i didn't know what time the library opened in the morning. god help me if it didn't open til 10. 10 is too late. it won't open at 10, it'll open latest 9 AM, right? goddammit. saf realizes she won't sleep if she doesn't find out the library's hours.
so, i trundle back to the computer after finding my glasses and pretending to bang a few walls in, and i boot it up. i open internet explorer. i type in utoronto's address. i think, "why not?" i turn the printer on, i open microsoft word and load up the problematic essay. i press print. the printer groans and hacks and hews out the bloody printer NONSENSE.
SAF DECIDES THIS IS ENOUGH. SHE GIVES THE PRINTER A PIECE OF HER MIND, AND SHE HITS THE TOP OF IT WITH THE PALM OF HER HAND.
why, oh why, oh why, didn't i slam my hand onto the printer an hour and a half earlier? and why does technology obey the more civilized touch of males, and only responds to females when they yell, scream, and physically abuse it?
yes.
the printer printed my bloody essay.
i'm going to bed.
i have been having difficulties with my printer lately. the last time, tony fixed it, by being gentle and possessing the Magic Touch. (refer to Deskjet 952C, Resurrected.)
tonight, the printer decided not to print. this was the last straw. i performed this cycle of actions at least 5 times:
1) turn off printer to stop excessive spewing of printer illegibility.
2) cancel documents in printer queue.
3) shut down all programs.
4) restart computer.
5) attempt to print.
6) return to action (1).
in a fit of Saf Anger (that really no one should see) i sent the offensive document to myself, copied it in microsoft word format as well as text document format to a disk, turned off the bloody computer, and resolved to get up half an hour earlier (read: Saf is Going to Bite Anything's Head Off if it Gets in Her Way When She Gets Up at 7:30 AM Tomorrow and Feels Like Throwing Up First Thing Because That Has Been Her General State of Feeling All Day Today and Why Should It Stop Tomorrow?) to go to the library and print the stupid essay.
after brushing my teeth and removing my contacts i realized i didn't know what time the library opened in the morning. god help me if it didn't open til 10. 10 is too late. it won't open at 10, it'll open latest 9 AM, right? goddammit. saf realizes she won't sleep if she doesn't find out the library's hours.
so, i trundle back to the computer after finding my glasses and pretending to bang a few walls in, and i boot it up. i open internet explorer. i type in utoronto's address. i think, "why not?" i turn the printer on, i open microsoft word and load up the problematic essay. i press print. the printer groans and hacks and hews out the bloody printer NONSENSE.
SAF DECIDES THIS IS ENOUGH. SHE GIVES THE PRINTER A PIECE OF HER MIND, AND SHE HITS THE TOP OF IT WITH THE PALM OF HER HAND.
why, oh why, oh why, didn't i slam my hand onto the printer an hour and a half earlier? and why does technology obey the more civilized touch of males, and only responds to females when they yell, scream, and physically abuse it?
yes.
the printer printed my bloody essay.
i'm going to bed.
,2:53 p.m.
je n'aime pas, non plus.
i hate essays. i hate them. oui. this has been a long-term relationship, and its termination is way overdue. if only i could read these things for fun and love them with my own tempo, not be forced to analyze the information and stick it into a framework that doesn't suit me, doesn't suit the text, doesn't suit anything because it's an AGENDA. thesis, body, conclusion. essays are redundant forms of expression. people should be able to reign in their thoughts and construct them coherently and expressively, IN THEIR OWN WAYS. it's a lot more interesting and thought-provoking. i wish we could give way to innovative FORMS. to hell with the essay format. to hell with it, i say. grrrrrowl.
,1:17 p.m.
the three princes of serendip
sometimes i get really bored with an msn name that i've thought up, but i can't think of anything satisfying enough to replace it, so i go on a Big Internet Hunt for Names or Other Cool Things that Just Might Click and Become My MSN Name.
anyway i experienced that feeling of dissatisfaction without any obvious solution today. so, i typed 'favourite words' into my google search bar, and discovered an article that at times made me giggle, laugh in disbelief, and feel a bit contradictory all at once. it's an article about the favourite words voted for in the UK. here's the link:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/930319.stm
somehow it seemed really redundant to state that brits "really, really love harry potter". ?!?!?!?!!! crazed potter culture, that's what it is. i'm not criticizing, just stating facts. i love harry potter just as much as the brits do.
anyhow, since one of the favourite words was serendipity, a word which apparently came from an arabian story called 'the three princes of serendip', i decided to look it up. if you want to see how 'serendipity' was coined, and the tale that inspired that coinage, click here:
http://livingheritage.org/three_princes.htm
the last deduction in particular is worth the read. i'm sorry if your tummy hurts afterwards from laughing so hard, but i think you'll agree with me when i say it's worth it :)
anyway i experienced that feeling of dissatisfaction without any obvious solution today. so, i typed 'favourite words' into my google search bar, and discovered an article that at times made me giggle, laugh in disbelief, and feel a bit contradictory all at once. it's an article about the favourite words voted for in the UK. here's the link:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/930319.stm
somehow it seemed really redundant to state that brits "really, really love harry potter". ?!?!?!?!!! crazed potter culture, that's what it is. i'm not criticizing, just stating facts. i love harry potter just as much as the brits do.
anyhow, since one of the favourite words was serendipity, a word which apparently came from an arabian story called 'the three princes of serendip', i decided to look it up. if you want to see how 'serendipity' was coined, and the tale that inspired that coinage, click here:
http://livingheritage.org/three_princes.htm
the last deduction in particular is worth the read. i'm sorry if your tummy hurts afterwards from laughing so hard, but i think you'll agree with me when i say it's worth it :)
January 23, 2005,4:02 p.m.
b-twix-t
did you ever notice the similarity the word 'betwixt' has to 'bewitched'? or that the name of a very yummy chocolate bar resides in the middle of it? i have been ingesting said yummy chocolate bar for the past 20 minutes. king-sized. very yummy. yum. i am betwixted.
January 22, 2005,4:06 p.m.
black velvet
mmmmm. my favourite drink forever. i love strongbow. i love guinness. i just discovered that i can put my two favourite drinks together, and they taste phenomenal. 3/4 strongbow + 1/4 guinness, and o baby. a beer to kill all beers.
today is nic's birthday! she's turning 22 on the 22nd of january. just like i'm going to be turning 22 in a month, on the 22nd of february. weird, huh?
i am currently slogging through hayden white's interpretation in history, written in a book he published in 1965. it's really interesting - i am going to be talking about lots of semiotic things, including language as a particular structural basis for all interpretation. i.e. whatever mother tongue you are born into, necessarily influences and structures your ways of thinking and approaching abstract ideas such as history, which in turn affects the ways people (including you) tell history. i'm liking it. it's exciting. i haven't enjoyed working for a long time.
all right back to work. adios amigos!
today is nic's birthday! she's turning 22 on the 22nd of january. just like i'm going to be turning 22 in a month, on the 22nd of february. weird, huh?
i am currently slogging through hayden white's interpretation in history, written in a book he published in 1965. it's really interesting - i am going to be talking about lots of semiotic things, including language as a particular structural basis for all interpretation. i.e. whatever mother tongue you are born into, necessarily influences and structures your ways of thinking and approaching abstract ideas such as history, which in turn affects the ways people (including you) tell history. i'm liking it. it's exciting. i haven't enjoyed working for a long time.
all right back to work. adios amigos!
Labels: film
January 21, 2005,6:44 p.m.
The Great 952C, Resurrected
by tony. who, it seems, has the Magic Touch, like my brother, with errant technology.
i don't possess any MT, to speak of.
i just yell.
i don't possess any MT, to speak of.
i just yell.
,6:08 p.m.
clink clink clink
so, it is cold out. c. o. l. d. proof, that it is cold out:
1) i have been home for an hour and i am still warming up.
2) my fingers are still stiff, which is inhibiting my ability to type proiperklyt.
3) when i am outside, my lungs hurt.
4) when i am outside and am carrying hot tea (in an effort to stay warm), the tea that sloshes out of my overfilled cup (overfilled because i am greedy for warmth, any kind of warmth, so GOD HELP ME) and lands on my jacket won't rub off. why won't it rub off? because somewhere in the death-leap those drops of tea decided to take, they FROZE. and they landed on my coat and wouldn't let go, cuz they were STUCK there. FUSED. fused with their icy properties to the warm fuzziness of my winter coat.
5) when i am walking outside, i can hear this clink, clink, clink. those are my frozen nose hairs bonking against each other, people.
other than that, everything else seems normal. my brain is working fine, i have a lot of work to do, i am trying to stave off a sore throat that seems to re-appear every day after 5:30 PM (whoever heard of a PUNCTUAL sore throat??) and i'm tired. i'm not as tired as my printer, though. my printer died today.
in memoriam: deskjet 952C, you produced a lot of type-written pages for me, from my pallid attempts at poetry to my emotionally-infested multitudes of essays. i will never forget your dedicated printing, or your pretty purply-green top that always shone when the light hit it. you were a good printer, 952C. GBWY.
1) i have been home for an hour and i am still warming up.
2) my fingers are still stiff, which is inhibiting my ability to type proiperklyt.
3) when i am outside, my lungs hurt.
4) when i am outside and am carrying hot tea (in an effort to stay warm), the tea that sloshes out of my overfilled cup (overfilled because i am greedy for warmth, any kind of warmth, so GOD HELP ME) and lands on my jacket won't rub off. why won't it rub off? because somewhere in the death-leap those drops of tea decided to take, they FROZE. and they landed on my coat and wouldn't let go, cuz they were STUCK there. FUSED. fused with their icy properties to the warm fuzziness of my winter coat.
5) when i am walking outside, i can hear this clink, clink, clink. those are my frozen nose hairs bonking against each other, people.
other than that, everything else seems normal. my brain is working fine, i have a lot of work to do, i am trying to stave off a sore throat that seems to re-appear every day after 5:30 PM (whoever heard of a PUNCTUAL sore throat??) and i'm tired. i'm not as tired as my printer, though. my printer died today.
in memoriam: deskjet 952C, you produced a lot of type-written pages for me, from my pallid attempts at poetry to my emotionally-infested multitudes of essays. i will never forget your dedicated printing, or your pretty purply-green top that always shone when the light hit it. you were a good printer, 952C. GBWY.
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January 20, 2005,5:52 p.m.
words words words
hmmm. there's something about repeating three words in my titles....anybody else detecting a pattern here?
new words from molly!
1.) apaixonada - it is an adjective to describe being head over heals in love with someone, or maybe more head over heels in lust with someone, or maybe somewhere in between. (you see that i spelt heals two ways, and one is certainly correct) and i think it is also possible to be apaixonada for chocolate. it wouldn't seem right if you couldn't be. and i love this word. i was apaixonada for a boy on the beach in salvador, and he tasted like oranges.
oranges, molly, oranges. AND:
2.) in portuguese, at times you use the article before a person's name, for example i would say, `eu e a emily vamos emborra´, meaning Emily and I are leaving. but what's great about this is that when Brazilians speak English, before they know very well how it's done, they'll say things like, `How is the Greg?´ `Go get the Willian and tell him to come here.´ And my, oh my, it is funny to laugh at them.
oh ya, the molly ROCKS. isn't love beautiful? apaixonada!
some more words, from maori, because i'm going to learn some maori since i'm doing my essay for australian and new zealand cinema on whale rider (by niki caro):
hui - a gathering
haere mai - welcome/enter
nau mai - welcome
tangi - to cry, to mourn
aroha - tenderness, sustained love
mauri - hidden essential life force
there are many more words. i found these ones at http://www.nzhistory.net.nz/Gallery/tereo/words.htm
well worth the search.
i am making blue eyes tea. it is a loose tea, made of dried fruits and hibiscus petals. i have a teapot that tony found for me in china town, made of glass. the water is slowly being stained a deep, gorgeous red as the tea soaks. the glass teapot is on my white countertop in the kitchen. the contrast is startling, and grabs my throat so that i want to cry. i'm so glad i can see, to be grateful for these tiny flickers of visual beauty.
new words from molly!
1.) apaixonada - it is an adjective to describe being head over heals in love with someone, or maybe more head over heels in lust with someone, or maybe somewhere in between. (you see that i spelt heals two ways, and one is certainly correct) and i think it is also possible to be apaixonada for chocolate. it wouldn't seem right if you couldn't be. and i love this word. i was apaixonada for a boy on the beach in salvador, and he tasted like oranges.
oranges, molly, oranges. AND:
2.) in portuguese, at times you use the article before a person's name, for example i would say, `eu e a emily vamos emborra´, meaning Emily and I are leaving. but what's great about this is that when Brazilians speak English, before they know very well how it's done, they'll say things like, `How is the Greg?´ `Go get the Willian and tell him to come here.´ And my, oh my, it is funny to laugh at them.
oh ya, the molly ROCKS. isn't love beautiful? apaixonada!
some more words, from maori, because i'm going to learn some maori since i'm doing my essay for australian and new zealand cinema on whale rider (by niki caro):
hui - a gathering
haere mai - welcome/enter
nau mai - welcome
tangi - to cry, to mourn
aroha - tenderness, sustained love
mauri - hidden essential life force
there are many more words. i found these ones at http://www.nzhistory.net.nz/Gallery/tereo/words.htm
well worth the search.
i am making blue eyes tea. it is a loose tea, made of dried fruits and hibiscus petals. i have a teapot that tony found for me in china town, made of glass. the water is slowly being stained a deep, gorgeous red as the tea soaks. the glass teapot is on my white countertop in the kitchen. the contrast is startling, and grabs my throat so that i want to cry. i'm so glad i can see, to be grateful for these tiny flickers of visual beauty.
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January 19, 2005,9:37 a.m.
snowflakes snowflakes snowflakes
big flakes of snow. and i mean, BIG flakes of snow. all over the place. (i'm not complaining, just stating a fact.) squishy, slippery, cold icy gross january WEATHER. (now i'm complaining.)
i think i read neruda in the wintertime because he reminds me of warm mediterranean places.
and i've been reading www.croatia.hr because, well, they have lots of pictures to look at and cool articles and there isn't a bloody flake to be found in the place. just lots of mountains and green stuff and gorgeous gorgeous sea.
c, thank you so much for your help with rabbit proof fence. unfortunately it was out at bay st. video, but hopefully it will be returned at the end of this week and i will be able to watch it. i am going to talk to my prof about it today or tomorrow. i hope your dentist appointment was ok (insofar as dentist appointments can BE ok, which in my opinion isn't very much OK-ness, but whatever. i hope it was OK.)
i am going to sneeze. i am also going to be late for class. i need to encase myself in multiple layers of outdoor clothing, which is guaranteed to take at least seven minutes, so - ahem. i'm gonna scram.
i think i read neruda in the wintertime because he reminds me of warm mediterranean places.
and i've been reading www.croatia.hr because, well, they have lots of pictures to look at and cool articles and there isn't a bloody flake to be found in the place. just lots of mountains and green stuff and gorgeous gorgeous sea.
c, thank you so much for your help with rabbit proof fence. unfortunately it was out at bay st. video, but hopefully it will be returned at the end of this week and i will be able to watch it. i am going to talk to my prof about it today or tomorrow. i hope your dentist appointment was ok (insofar as dentist appointments can BE ok, which in my opinion isn't very much OK-ness, but whatever. i hope it was OK.)
i am going to sneeze. i am also going to be late for class. i need to encase myself in multiple layers of outdoor clothing, which is guaranteed to take at least seven minutes, so - ahem. i'm gonna scram.
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January 18, 2005,10:51 p.m.
"we're a bunch of procrastinators, aren't we"
(tony, ad verbatim.) well, i guess we are, seeing as we're filling the bathtub with hot water in order to 1) avoid studying and 2) steam tony's shirt unwrinkled. doesn't steam making you wrinklier?? apparently not for dress shirts. they seem to have an essential ingredient that all of us are missing.
i make steam to procrastinate in many different ways. it's actually a very interesting thing to delve into, in order to procrastinate further.
a procrastinating analysis of steam as a procrastination practise
1) i make tea. i make A LOT of tea. that produces a lot of steam.
2) i wash dishes. that also produces a lot of steam.
3) i straighten my hair. guaranteed to be steamy.
4) i stay inside in the winter and don't study. steams up the windows (hyperventilating due to intensity of procrastination practise.)
5) oh oh oh! and i almost forgot. i take showers. LOTSA steam.
6) i clean. everything. with cleaners, which upon being sprayed, emit steam.
8) i breathe like an angry hippopotamus, because i don't want to do work. STEAM, baby.
anyone else possess unique procrastination practises involving steam (ahem - that i can post about? remember, the internet IS a public place.)
oh. i forgot about something.
9) i philosophize while procrastinating. makes a lot of steam come out of my ears.
i make steam to procrastinate in many different ways. it's actually a very interesting thing to delve into, in order to procrastinate further.
a procrastinating analysis of steam as a procrastination practise
1) i make tea. i make A LOT of tea. that produces a lot of steam.
2) i wash dishes. that also produces a lot of steam.
3) i straighten my hair. guaranteed to be steamy.
4) i stay inside in the winter and don't study. steams up the windows (hyperventilating due to intensity of procrastination practise.)
5) oh oh oh! and i almost forgot. i take showers. LOTSA steam.
6) i clean. everything. with cleaners, which upon being sprayed, emit steam.
8) i breathe like an angry hippopotamus, because i don't want to do work. STEAM, baby.
anyone else possess unique procrastination practises involving steam (ahem - that i can post about? remember, the internet IS a public place.)
oh. i forgot about something.
9) i philosophize while procrastinating. makes a lot of steam come out of my ears.
January 17, 2005,10:40 p.m.
in the mood for love
well i managed to finish the fiery cross tonight, though i admit that is the only (and the least) of the accomplishments i had set out for myself. wait a minute. how sly the mind is. correction: i finished the fiery cross this evening in a fit of polished & practised procrastination.
the essay will be completed tomorrow night.
ahem. or wednesday.
c, thank you SO MUCH for the emails with the pictures! they are wonderful. i especially enjoy the ones of tom, and the one of you. and talibah, i am delighted you are starting a blog; as well as spartacus (kailey, you don't know HOW MANY TIMES i have started to mention you in conversation and have had to think twice and not say 'spartacus' instead of kailey. i can't figure that one out - i don't call you 'spartacus', ever, and i don't consciously THINK of you as 'spartacus', and yet...the name STICKS, girl. :) weird. huh.
i have discovered that the beautiful plant tony gave me has been attacked by nothing less than white dusty fungus. ewwwww. apparently it is not as common with household plants, but it is a fairly common phenomenon among outdoor plants. anyway i am supposed to spray it with water to get rid of the dusty grossness and hopefully the plant will live.
it is so cold out that my face crinkles in pain whenever i contemplate the thought of emerging from this safe (if drafty) haven. tomorrow will be living hell if it's as cold out as it was today, since i have a day chock-full of meetings until 7 PM. growl. i detest winter in canada. i think my body is naturally inclined towards more mediterranean climates, since i inevitably turn a bright smacking RED (at least my face does) when exposed to chilly canadian winds. as i said, i detest winter in canada.
i saw wong kar-wai's in the mood for love today for the 22nd (or 23rd?) time and i loved it more than ever. isn't that the most wonderful thing about works of art? the ones that not only stand the test of time, but burrow their ways into your heart, ever deeper, each time you experience them once again?
the essay will be completed tomorrow night.
ahem. or wednesday.
c, thank you SO MUCH for the emails with the pictures! they are wonderful. i especially enjoy the ones of tom, and the one of you. and talibah, i am delighted you are starting a blog; as well as spartacus (kailey, you don't know HOW MANY TIMES i have started to mention you in conversation and have had to think twice and not say 'spartacus' instead of kailey. i can't figure that one out - i don't call you 'spartacus', ever, and i don't consciously THINK of you as 'spartacus', and yet...the name STICKS, girl. :) weird. huh.
i have discovered that the beautiful plant tony gave me has been attacked by nothing less than white dusty fungus. ewwwww. apparently it is not as common with household plants, but it is a fairly common phenomenon among outdoor plants. anyway i am supposed to spray it with water to get rid of the dusty grossness and hopefully the plant will live.
it is so cold out that my face crinkles in pain whenever i contemplate the thought of emerging from this safe (if drafty) haven. tomorrow will be living hell if it's as cold out as it was today, since i have a day chock-full of meetings until 7 PM. growl. i detest winter in canada. i think my body is naturally inclined towards more mediterranean climates, since i inevitably turn a bright smacking RED (at least my face does) when exposed to chilly canadian winds. as i said, i detest winter in canada.
i saw wong kar-wai's in the mood for love today for the 22nd (or 23rd?) time and i loved it more than ever. isn't that the most wonderful thing about works of art? the ones that not only stand the test of time, but burrow their ways into your heart, ever deeper, each time you experience them once again?
Labels: film
January 16, 2005,11:46 a.m.
rain
i saw rain last night. it is one of the most beautiful and heart-wrenching films i have seen in a while. (i think the last 'beautiful and heart-wrenching' film i saw was wong kar-wai's happy together). anyhow now i am searching for the book, which isn't in the u of t libraries (of COURSE) and is out of stock at indigo (of COURSE). i will have to go on a hunt, to the bookstores i know in the area, to see if they carry kristy gunn's novel. i have this overpowering instinct that i should read it. especially if i am considering using it for my essay.
i am going to write this here in case i forget it - i thought of this while half-asleep and told tony (i somehow thought speaking the words aloud would cement the idea in my brain) but even then i'm not sure i will remember it, so i will write it here: i think the film's tempo is encased in the human tempo that is memory. i think the film's images are structured around the internal rhythm of the formation of memory in humans. i need to remember this in case i use the film in my essay, because i think i can connect this with the idea of memory, preserving memory, in indigenous cultures who exist within (previously) colonized countries.
ok now i feel better. at least the idea is there! my trouble is i feel like i can't use both whale rider and rain for my essay because i would like to compare new zealand and australian indigenous peoples, but both the above films are from new zealand. i don't have any material for australia. help.
sigh. i will try to write a paper this afternoon before going to a vic dance meeting and then rehearsal. perhaps i will read a bit more of fiery cross before i really attempt to wake up and start using my brain, though.
i am going to write this here in case i forget it - i thought of this while half-asleep and told tony (i somehow thought speaking the words aloud would cement the idea in my brain) but even then i'm not sure i will remember it, so i will write it here: i think the film's tempo is encased in the human tempo that is memory. i think the film's images are structured around the internal rhythm of the formation of memory in humans. i need to remember this in case i use the film in my essay, because i think i can connect this with the idea of memory, preserving memory, in indigenous cultures who exist within (previously) colonized countries.
ok now i feel better. at least the idea is there! my trouble is i feel like i can't use both whale rider and rain for my essay because i would like to compare new zealand and australian indigenous peoples, but both the above films are from new zealand. i don't have any material for australia. help.
sigh. i will try to write a paper this afternoon before going to a vic dance meeting and then rehearsal. perhaps i will read a bit more of fiery cross before i really attempt to wake up and start using my brain, though.
Labels: film
January 15, 2005,11:36 a.m.
psychobabble
the light outside is trying to trick you to leave your cozy shelter inside. don't do it. it's FREEZING.
sometimes i think i'm nuts when i want a cat. who wants a gorgeous fluffy soft playful purring furball that goes into hissing, spitting, and clawing fits every once in oh say three days? but then i think i'm just as nuts when i decide i want children so i think it's safe to conclude that yes, i am nuts.
tonight i am going to see a new zealand film called rain. i am considering it for one of my essays, in conjunction with whale rider. c, i have to ask your help on this, in terms of materials you may have discovered in your australian aboriginal classes (i know, i know, you are thinking - whoa, just a second ago i THOUGHT you were talking about new zealand, all of a sudden it's australia, now i'm just confuzed.) i'm comparing the two. ha HA. there. so, c, expect an email from me soon. by the way i hope the birthday party was lovely :)
i am also going to see the emperor's new groove, because tony (gasp, eyes wide with shock and utter disbelief) has never seen it. i am embarking on a long, arduous road folks.
tony must be initiated.
sometimes i think i'm nuts when i want a cat. who wants a gorgeous fluffy soft playful purring furball that goes into hissing, spitting, and clawing fits every once in oh say three days? but then i think i'm just as nuts when i decide i want children so i think it's safe to conclude that yes, i am nuts.
tonight i am going to see a new zealand film called rain. i am considering it for one of my essays, in conjunction with whale rider. c, i have to ask your help on this, in terms of materials you may have discovered in your australian aboriginal classes (i know, i know, you are thinking - whoa, just a second ago i THOUGHT you were talking about new zealand, all of a sudden it's australia, now i'm just confuzed.) i'm comparing the two. ha HA. there. so, c, expect an email from me soon. by the way i hope the birthday party was lovely :)
i am also going to see the emperor's new groove, because tony (gasp, eyes wide with shock and utter disbelief) has never seen it. i am embarking on a long, arduous road folks.
tony must be initiated.
January 14, 2005,4:48 p.m.
once upon a time
there was a bear cub. he was a really fuzzy bear with sparkly brown eyes and paws that were too big. his name was aneirin (meaning "very precious little one") but everyone called him nye.
nye was exploring in the middle of the afternoon one day. he was trundling through green brush and slipping under the roots of trees that formed peculiar arches when they rose and returned to the ground. nye liked to think that the tree-roots were curious about the land above the rich-smelling soil and so they rose up to take a look around, decided it was more interesting down below, and returned to the cool silent region that lingered underneath the dirt he marked with his paw-prints.
it was a sunny day, the first sunny day after a long stretch of rainy ones. nye's mother had turned out her cubs suffering from cabin-fever and bent on quarreling about every little thing (from who got to eat which nuts to where someone was going to sleep) and told them to explore while she went outside to find some more food.
nye slid under another tree-root and stopped where the edge of tall grass and foliage ended, before the muddy banks of the river took over with the shallow, clear water running swiftly between them. nye suddenly thought that his mother would be absolutely delighted if he managed to bring back a nice juicy fish for dinner. he looked about furtively, but the riverbank was empty. he would have plenty of time to hunt undisturbed.
nye crept to the edge of the running water. he could see rocks gleaming underneath the surface - rocks that only a week ago had served as stepping-stones he could trundle along, perching and drinking when the sun made him thirsty. after the rain, the river's waters had swelled and his usual strategy of pretending to be invisible on a stepping-stone had become impossible.
nye sat at the edge of the bank and scratched his side with his back paw absent-mindedly. suddenly he was startled by a huge splash, which sent thousands of waterdrops cascading over the muddy bank and startled many birds that had been chirping happily in the treetops. Amid the chaos of squawking, nye stood in the place where he had frantically backed up (not very far from the edge of the riverbank, really) and shook the water from his fur. he looked around him and stared in surprise. in a huge puddle, a few paws away from him, lay a tumble of silvery, squirming fish. nye was about to approach the fish when a sudden surge from the edge of the river stopped him. he froze as a large wildcat climbed out of the bank.
the wildcat stopped in its tracks when it caught sight of nye. the two animals stared at each other. the wildcat broke into a goofy grin.
'that was amazing!!!!' cried nye joyfully.
'thanks,' purred the wildcat bashfully.
the two friends looked at the pile of fish greedily. nye and sholto both gathered in the fish. sholto tore a large leaf off a branch while nye found a long wiry vine lying at the base of a tree. he bit through the vine and dragged it over to the place sholto had gathered all the fish. sholto slid the fish onto the leaf and the two friends tied the leaf into a pouch with the vine.
nye asked if sholto could spare some of his catch for his family, to which sholto smiled and purred, saying that he wanted to give nye's mother at least ten fish in thanks for allowing him to sleep in her family's cave during the first night of the rainstorm. nye grinned and tumbled into sholto in thanks. sholto grabbed the pouch of fish in his teeth and the two friends set off into the woods happily. they made quite a pair going home, as sholto's fur dried in every which direction and nye (much to his mother's horror) left muddy footprints everywhere in their cave.
(ok i'll finish this later maybe - now i HAVE to do work!)
nye was exploring in the middle of the afternoon one day. he was trundling through green brush and slipping under the roots of trees that formed peculiar arches when they rose and returned to the ground. nye liked to think that the tree-roots were curious about the land above the rich-smelling soil and so they rose up to take a look around, decided it was more interesting down below, and returned to the cool silent region that lingered underneath the dirt he marked with his paw-prints.
it was a sunny day, the first sunny day after a long stretch of rainy ones. nye's mother had turned out her cubs suffering from cabin-fever and bent on quarreling about every little thing (from who got to eat which nuts to where someone was going to sleep) and told them to explore while she went outside to find some more food.
nye slid under another tree-root and stopped where the edge of tall grass and foliage ended, before the muddy banks of the river took over with the shallow, clear water running swiftly between them. nye suddenly thought that his mother would be absolutely delighted if he managed to bring back a nice juicy fish for dinner. he looked about furtively, but the riverbank was empty. he would have plenty of time to hunt undisturbed.
nye crept to the edge of the running water. he could see rocks gleaming underneath the surface - rocks that only a week ago had served as stepping-stones he could trundle along, perching and drinking when the sun made him thirsty. after the rain, the river's waters had swelled and his usual strategy of pretending to be invisible on a stepping-stone had become impossible.
nye sat at the edge of the bank and scratched his side with his back paw absent-mindedly. suddenly he was startled by a huge splash, which sent thousands of waterdrops cascading over the muddy bank and startled many birds that had been chirping happily in the treetops. Amid the chaos of squawking, nye stood in the place where he had frantically backed up (not very far from the edge of the riverbank, really) and shook the water from his fur. he looked around him and stared in surprise. in a huge puddle, a few paws away from him, lay a tumble of silvery, squirming fish. nye was about to approach the fish when a sudden surge from the edge of the river stopped him. he froze as a large wildcat climbed out of the bank.
the wildcat stopped in its tracks when it caught sight of nye. the two animals stared at each other. the wildcat broke into a goofy grin.
'that was amazing!!!!' cried nye joyfully.
'thanks,' purred the wildcat bashfully.
the two friends looked at the pile of fish greedily. nye and sholto both gathered in the fish. sholto tore a large leaf off a branch while nye found a long wiry vine lying at the base of a tree. he bit through the vine and dragged it over to the place sholto had gathered all the fish. sholto slid the fish onto the leaf and the two friends tied the leaf into a pouch with the vine.
nye asked if sholto could spare some of his catch for his family, to which sholto smiled and purred, saying that he wanted to give nye's mother at least ten fish in thanks for allowing him to sleep in her family's cave during the first night of the rainstorm. nye grinned and tumbled into sholto in thanks. sholto grabbed the pouch of fish in his teeth and the two friends set off into the woods happily. they made quite a pair going home, as sholto's fur dried in every which direction and nye (much to his mother's horror) left muddy footprints everywhere in their cave.
(ok i'll finish this later maybe - now i HAVE to do work!)
,2:51 p.m.
there's something alive in there
when i first moved into this apartment, the fan in the bathroom was so loud and rickety when you turned it on that i was terrified and switched it off so fast the skin on my fingers almost fell off and i've never used it since. the ceiling sounded like it was going to fall in - you would be doing the same thing in my place. boycott the fan. it's that simple. open the window when necessity demands air, freeze your butt off during the winter for about a minute, and everything (including the level of oxygen circulating in the apartment) is smarmy.
HOWEVER, over the past few months, (i.e. since the cold weather set in) there have been odd scratchy sounds, scampery sounds, emerging from the vicinity of the fan in the ceiling. i have distractedly checked the bathroom floor on occasion, thinking that whatever beasty is inhabiting that horror-filled space would drop signs of its existence through the (albeit dusty and blackened) cracks of the fan covering. whatever's living up there is either really good at housekeeping or (in an extension of excellent housekeeping) does its business outside.
in -15 degree weather. what kind of animal IS this?
that's rather terrifying.
god, there's a monster living in my bathroom ceiling.
HOWEVER, over the past few months, (i.e. since the cold weather set in) there have been odd scratchy sounds, scampery sounds, emerging from the vicinity of the fan in the ceiling. i have distractedly checked the bathroom floor on occasion, thinking that whatever beasty is inhabiting that horror-filled space would drop signs of its existence through the (albeit dusty and blackened) cracks of the fan covering. whatever's living up there is either really good at housekeeping or (in an extension of excellent housekeeping) does its business outside.
in -15 degree weather. what kind of animal IS this?
that's rather terrifying.
god, there's a monster living in my bathroom ceiling.
,11:30 a.m.
molly, horoscopes, & kittens
molly finally emailed me!! i'm so happy to hear you're alive and happy, molly. molly obliged me goodnaturedly, as she always does, by sending me some brazilian words (with their english equivalents/expressions) because i am ever-curious about languages.
mulherzina = horrible woman (diminutive of mulher)
fofo = cute
cafajeste = well, not exactly sure, something like no good man
xadrez = chess
mandona = bossy
tonta = dizzy
cambealar = stagger
velejar - to sail
here are a few phrases that I rather like:
-consultar o travesseiro = consult the pillow = to sleep on it
-Se você não pode ajudar, atrapalhe, por que o importante é participar. = If you can´t help, hinder, because what´s important is to participate. Hahahaha, I love this phrase! I´m sitting in the internet café laughing to myself like a huge freak!! Cause it´s so funny!
-Vou te pegar na rua = roughly `I´ll see you outside´ - in a threatening kind of way, of course
-ter a coragem de dizer = to have the nerve to say
molly, you are PRICELESS. we miss you terribly. i hope you are still coming back in february for a visit.
on a sadder note, they are destroying one of the huge gorgeous trees at the back of my house. actually, it borders on the neighbour's lot to the north of us, as well, but STILL...the sound of chainsaws is nerve-wracking. i always feel like i can hear the tree screaming. i HATE it when they do this. they cut down our beautiful linden tree in london, too.....i'd better stop, i'm going to cry.
yesterday i got bored and read my horoscope. it said i might adopt a stray!! you should have SEEN me yesterday. the entire time i was outside (which was quite frequently, since it was so deliciously warm) i kept looking around me frantically, thinking i would catch sight of a stray fuzzy adorable bundle of KITTENNESS. i kept having day-dreams about finding a little helpless kitten that would be scared of me at first, until i gently persuaded it to let me pick it up, and then it would get used to me and cuddle into my body for warmth, purring. of course, i didn't find one. *weeping*
god, i want a cat. damn horoscopes forever. i send them all to pluto. ha HA. *sniff*
mulherzina = horrible woman (diminutive of mulher)
fofo = cute
cafajeste = well, not exactly sure, something like no good man
xadrez = chess
mandona = bossy
tonta = dizzy
cambealar = stagger
velejar - to sail
here are a few phrases that I rather like:
-consultar o travesseiro = consult the pillow = to sleep on it
-Se você não pode ajudar, atrapalhe, por que o importante é participar. = If you can´t help, hinder, because what´s important is to participate. Hahahaha, I love this phrase! I´m sitting in the internet café laughing to myself like a huge freak!! Cause it´s so funny!
-Vou te pegar na rua = roughly `I´ll see you outside´ - in a threatening kind of way, of course
-ter a coragem de dizer = to have the nerve to say
molly, you are PRICELESS. we miss you terribly. i hope you are still coming back in february for a visit.
on a sadder note, they are destroying one of the huge gorgeous trees at the back of my house. actually, it borders on the neighbour's lot to the north of us, as well, but STILL...the sound of chainsaws is nerve-wracking. i always feel like i can hear the tree screaming. i HATE it when they do this. they cut down our beautiful linden tree in london, too.....i'd better stop, i'm going to cry.
yesterday i got bored and read my horoscope. it said i might adopt a stray!! you should have SEEN me yesterday. the entire time i was outside (which was quite frequently, since it was so deliciously warm) i kept looking around me frantically, thinking i would catch sight of a stray fuzzy adorable bundle of KITTENNESS. i kept having day-dreams about finding a little helpless kitten that would be scared of me at first, until i gently persuaded it to let me pick it up, and then it would get used to me and cuddle into my body for warmth, purring. of course, i didn't find one. *weeping*
god, i want a cat. damn horoscopes forever. i send them all to pluto. ha HA. *sniff*
January 13, 2005,8:55 a.m.
yesterday
i overheard a young (very young, like probably not up to my knees young) child ask its caretaker (somehow i don't think the woman was her mother) "do you ever get lonely?"
how do you answer those things? honestly, for one thing, i know. but it's always startling (although i guess it shouldn't be) to hear what people consider 'grown-up' things coming out of a five-year-old's mouth. i mean, i was a kid once. i must have asked difficult questions. (i know my little brother did. A LOT.) i always find, when i look after the two little kids that i've known for a year now, that they are often much wiser than a lot of grown-ups i know. i wonder if our wisdom falls out of our ears around age 14 or so.
some people manage to keep it. and they certainly don't have cotton in their ears, that's for sure.
how do you answer those things? honestly, for one thing, i know. but it's always startling (although i guess it shouldn't be) to hear what people consider 'grown-up' things coming out of a five-year-old's mouth. i mean, i was a kid once. i must have asked difficult questions. (i know my little brother did. A LOT.) i always find, when i look after the two little kids that i've known for a year now, that they are often much wiser than a lot of grown-ups i know. i wonder if our wisdom falls out of our ears around age 14 or so.
some people manage to keep it. and they certainly don't have cotton in their ears, that's for sure.
January 12, 2005,11:50 p.m.
lots of work and peanut butter (i'm eating toast)
tonight i met douglas coupland.
it's been a really long day. i ran errands between my 10 AM class and my 1 PM class, and yes, darling nat and darling c, i did finish that 20 pager, and i handed it in, thank you for your wonderful messages. i love you both very much. :)
after my class ended at 3 i ran home and changed into my work uniform before going to the u of t dance coalition meeting, after which i went to work. and discovered, to my surprise and delight, that the indigo lecture happening tonight was in fact being given by....YOU GUESSED IT....douglas coupland!
so my friend mel (who is wonderful and tons of fun) and i escorted mr. coupland backstage and mel got him to sign one of the books she owns by him. he is very sweet, and a bit eccentric, which only ends up being endearing. his lecture was funny and lovable.
dylan-kun was also there to get one of his books signed (generation x) - it was GREAT to see him!!!
ok i have a ton of work to do before i go to bed. sigh. ronald ng, i am sending you your birthday card TOMORROW, and i hope that some miracle snatches it up and delivers it on your doorstep in record speed.
how long will it take a birthday card and photos to get to hong kong by airmail?
ciao, wonder(ing) sappho
it's been a really long day. i ran errands between my 10 AM class and my 1 PM class, and yes, darling nat and darling c, i did finish that 20 pager, and i handed it in, thank you for your wonderful messages. i love you both very much. :)
after my class ended at 3 i ran home and changed into my work uniform before going to the u of t dance coalition meeting, after which i went to work. and discovered, to my surprise and delight, that the indigo lecture happening tonight was in fact being given by....YOU GUESSED IT....douglas coupland!
so my friend mel (who is wonderful and tons of fun) and i escorted mr. coupland backstage and mel got him to sign one of the books she owns by him. he is very sweet, and a bit eccentric, which only ends up being endearing. his lecture was funny and lovable.
dylan-kun was also there to get one of his books signed (generation x) - it was GREAT to see him!!!
ok i have a ton of work to do before i go to bed. sigh. ronald ng, i am sending you your birthday card TOMORROW, and i hope that some miracle snatches it up and delivers it on your doorstep in record speed.
how long will it take a birthday card and photos to get to hong kong by airmail?
ciao, wonder(ing) sappho
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January 11, 2005,11:12 p.m.
mission 5 of 15 accomplished
and so, the essay saga comes to a close.
YAYYYYYYY!!!! official silent cheer of one more down, fifty thousand to go. no no no no. it FEELS like fifty thousand, it can only be somewhere along the lines of fifteen. which ain't so bad, considering.
c, i'm gonna attack your statement of intent with garden shears. (i couldn't resist the image. saf, who kills plants, even though she loves them.) no, seriously, i'll take a look at it - i read it fast (to procrastinate, of course) and it seems pretty good. i'll send it to you before i hit the sack tonight.
ok i'm gonna fly because tomorrow i have some serious getting-through-the-day work to do, since i'm scheduled with 3 one-hour breaks only (and of course, they're scattered, not consecutive) from 10 AM to 11 PM tomorrow. the joys of life. they are strewn at my feet.
YAYYYYYYY!!!! official silent cheer of one more down, fifty thousand to go. no no no no. it FEELS like fifty thousand, it can only be somewhere along the lines of fifteen. which ain't so bad, considering.
c, i'm gonna attack your statement of intent with garden shears. (i couldn't resist the image. saf, who kills plants, even though she loves them.) no, seriously, i'll take a look at it - i read it fast (to procrastinate, of course) and it seems pretty good. i'll send it to you before i hit the sack tonight.
ok i'm gonna fly because tomorrow i have some serious getting-through-the-day work to do, since i'm scheduled with 3 one-hour breaks only (and of course, they're scattered, not consecutive) from 10 AM to 11 PM tomorrow. the joys of life. they are strewn at my feet.
January 10, 2005,9:03 p.m.
i'm baaaaaaack
told ya. there is only so much in-depth analysis you can do before your brain goes bonkers. (although mine is apparently pretty bonkers to begin with, and while studying an oft-considered insane character surely can't help matters, i shudder to think what degrees of madness i am reaching just by inadvertent osmosis.)
so i procrastinated a lot this afternoon. this is nothing new. in fact, this is a highly polished discipline, that is being continually (and excessively, as most of my friends well know) perfected in my life. this afternoon i read as much as i could (on the internet) (it had absolutely nothing to do with don quixote, i assure you) and i also took quite a few photos, some of which (if i may say so) are rather stunning. i will upload them to my site as soon as this essay is complete. (which will be sometime tomorrow. no, i am not deluded. i am being practical.)
there are two stunning pictures that look like they came out of a film noir.
now you can't wait, can you. that was mean of me. (in my opinion, your suspense is nothing compared to the throes i will be experiencing hereafter, in my exacerbatedly painful attempts to complete this paper (only to begin another one.)) and then another after that, and another after that, ad infinitum (until june 1st 2005. and believe me, that will be a HAPPY day in the life of saf).
so i procrastinated a lot this afternoon. this is nothing new. in fact, this is a highly polished discipline, that is being continually (and excessively, as most of my friends well know) perfected in my life. this afternoon i read as much as i could (on the internet) (it had absolutely nothing to do with don quixote, i assure you) and i also took quite a few photos, some of which (if i may say so) are rather stunning. i will upload them to my site as soon as this essay is complete. (which will be sometime tomorrow. no, i am not deluded. i am being practical.)
there are two stunning pictures that look like they came out of a film noir.
now you can't wait, can you. that was mean of me. (in my opinion, your suspense is nothing compared to the throes i will be experiencing hereafter, in my exacerbatedly painful attempts to complete this paper (only to begin another one.)) and then another after that, and another after that, ad infinitum (until june 1st 2005. and believe me, that will be a HAPPY day in the life of saf).
,1:45 p.m.
and i said what about breakfast @ tiffany's?
mmmm i just made pasta. it's the concoction i told c about (pasta, extra virgin olive oil (or, as in the case today, walnut oil), pepper, nuts, cheese, & vegetables. yummy yum yum. had a good class today in film theory - we're talking about the semiotic branch in theories of cinema, which i am enjoying because i know the jargon! nerd that i am. stayed up ridiculously late, c, and it's ALL YOUR FAULT, because you lent me diana gabaldon's the fiery cross and you KNOW that i possess absolutely no self-discipline. and that i lose track of time constantly. hence i am sitting here bleary-eyed, eating lunch and attempting to aim the food into my mouth, before haphazardly (and the key element in that previous word is 'hazardly') beginning to write my lit paper due this week. mad don quixote of la mancha and i are of the same breed, we are. (insert scarily leering face here.)
i am taking LOTS of pictures with tony's digital camera - especially since today was sunny, i had to take some 'happy' pictures to send to ron in hong kong (how else am i going to persuade him to COME BACK?????) and i am fooling around with the manual settings. i took some nice photos in sepia which i will upload to my site eventually.
i must spend some quality time with cervantes and his fictional universe. do stay sane for me and i will be back soon (probably in a fit of exasperation because absolutely NOTHING will be working out in my essay.)
ciao!
i am taking LOTS of pictures with tony's digital camera - especially since today was sunny, i had to take some 'happy' pictures to send to ron in hong kong (how else am i going to persuade him to COME BACK?????) and i am fooling around with the manual settings. i took some nice photos in sepia which i will upload to my site eventually.
i must spend some quality time with cervantes and his fictional universe. do stay sane for me and i will be back soon (probably in a fit of exasperation because absolutely NOTHING will be working out in my essay.)
ciao!
January 9, 2005,9:48 p.m.
and it ends with eeyore
wow what a weekend. i read a few passages of don quixote for my essay (and remembered how endearing don quixote is (was?) whatever)...and dance practise tonight was fabulous. we accomplished a lot and i think i will start teaching my dance soon (yay!). tony taught me how to use his mum's digital camera - i have to get some photos developed to give to ron for his b-day (and they are going to be late. VERY LATE. i need mr. incredible to come pick up my birthday package and fly to hong kong to give it to ron. talk about special delivery systems.)
i have three weeks off this semester (including reading week). by 'off' i mean i don't have a major paper or presentation due. i don't know why i just told you that. it is a fact i am carrying with me everywhere at the moment. but i am taking one week at a time (kind of).
ok i should go. i will sign off with my favourite quote from winnie the pooh, uttered by my favourite character of all time: eeyore.
'how long will it take?' (i think this was asked by rabbit, or piglet.)
eeyore: 'days....weeks....months....who knows.'
gotta love ya, eeyore. ttyl :)
i have three weeks off this semester (including reading week). by 'off' i mean i don't have a major paper or presentation due. i don't know why i just told you that. it is a fact i am carrying with me everywhere at the moment. but i am taking one week at a time (kind of).
ok i should go. i will sign off with my favourite quote from winnie the pooh, uttered by my favourite character of all time: eeyore.
'how long will it take?' (i think this was asked by rabbit, or piglet.)
eeyore: 'days....weeks....months....who knows.'
gotta love ya, eeyore. ttyl :)
January 7, 2005,11:06 p.m.
omg. i have never managed to read as much in an evening in my life.
this is a mutually exclusive statement. it pertains to readings for academic courses, period. because i have managed to read WAY more, for pleasure, in one evening. believe me.
talibah, i hope you had a wonderful birthday. the cake sounds delicious (swirly vanilla and chocolate on the inside, with chocolate icing, as described to me by c). happy birthday girl! you're 22!!!!!
i am in the midst of reading freud's beyond the pleasure principle. it's so fascinating. there is one description/example that he uses regarding children's play (the way kids incorporate problems into their play, in order to work through the problems. he parallels the function of children's play with the function of dreams in an adult's life) that is absolutely beautiful. freud starts out by describing a game invented by a 1 & 1/2 year old boy, who throws away his toys and says 'o-o-o-o' (which freud decodes as the german word for 'gone' - don't ask me about the linguistic coding of kid language. it's beyond me. hahahahaha.) (sorry, that was a rebarbative pun.) and then the kid 'rediscovers' his 'lost' toys, accompanying his discovery with the baby word 'da' that is the german word for 'here'.
anyhow freud suggests this entire game is fabricated in order for the kid to deal with his mother's absences - the child is very attached to his mother, and she often has to absent herself for a few hours a day (to do errands, perhaps??) BUT, the classic part of this example freud illustrates is an instance where the mother returns and the baby says 'baby o-o-o-o!' freud says that while the mother was gone, the child made himself disappear. GASP. isn't that amazing?!!! the child accomplished this by using a mirror that only showed him from the waist up, and by ducking, the kid vanished from the glass. AMAZING. gotta love the brilliant self-reflexivity of the little munchkins.
Molly, this story was for you. :) LOVE YA!
talibah, i hope you had a wonderful birthday. the cake sounds delicious (swirly vanilla and chocolate on the inside, with chocolate icing, as described to me by c). happy birthday girl! you're 22!!!!!
i am in the midst of reading freud's beyond the pleasure principle. it's so fascinating. there is one description/example that he uses regarding children's play (the way kids incorporate problems into their play, in order to work through the problems. he parallels the function of children's play with the function of dreams in an adult's life) that is absolutely beautiful. freud starts out by describing a game invented by a 1 & 1/2 year old boy, who throws away his toys and says 'o-o-o-o' (which freud decodes as the german word for 'gone' - don't ask me about the linguistic coding of kid language. it's beyond me. hahahahaha.) (sorry, that was a rebarbative pun.) and then the kid 'rediscovers' his 'lost' toys, accompanying his discovery with the baby word 'da' that is the german word for 'here'.
anyhow freud suggests this entire game is fabricated in order for the kid to deal with his mother's absences - the child is very attached to his mother, and she often has to absent herself for a few hours a day (to do errands, perhaps??) BUT, the classic part of this example freud illustrates is an instance where the mother returns and the baby says 'baby o-o-o-o!' freud says that while the mother was gone, the child made himself disappear. GASP. isn't that amazing?!!! the child accomplished this by using a mirror that only showed him from the waist up, and by ducking, the kid vanished from the glass. AMAZING. gotta love the brilliant self-reflexivity of the little munchkins.
Molly, this story was for you. :) LOVE YA!
January 5, 2005,11:36 p.m.
i woke up to snow on the ground outside my window
it's been a long day. the new half course i'm taking will be good i think - it's on australian and new zealand cinema (c you would love it) - we watched forgotten silver which is a mockumentary from new zealand. very hilarious and very well done. i am looking forward to watching clips from two of my favourite movies - whalerider (which i saw, thanks to c) (c, this is going to be THE BLOG in which YOU ARE MENTIONED PROFUSELY) (just watch me make it happen) and the adventures of priscilla, queen of the desert. i love guy pearce. (figuratively speaking, don't worry tony honey.) then i met c (WHAT DID I TELL YOU) and gave her drums of autumn (diana gabaldon, swoon swoon) (sorry i should have switched those two comments in parenthesis about guy pearce and diana gabaldon. shouldn't it read 'i love diana gabaldon's books' and 'guy pearce, swoon swoon'? so i'm slightly confused. i bet you are now too. ha HA.) and i wrote a paper today (with help from tony, thank you darling) and have to edit stuff for tomorrow and then i'm almost all done. except whenever i attend a class i seem to be assigned another paper to do.
i wish i could convince them that i have produced enough essays to last anybody at least ten lifetimes. but will they listen?
of course not.
sigh.
laku noc!!! (that's goodnight in croatian. yes. i am learning croatian. WOO HOO!!!) (um i guess i'll be nice and tell you how to pronounce it. it kinda sounds like....lakoo noch. lak as in 'yak' but with an 'l'.)
g'night.
i wish i could convince them that i have produced enough essays to last anybody at least ten lifetimes. but will they listen?
of course not.
sigh.
laku noc!!! (that's goodnight in croatian. yes. i am learning croatian. WOO HOO!!!) (um i guess i'll be nice and tell you how to pronounce it. it kinda sounds like....lakoo noch. lak as in 'yak' but with an 'l'.)
g'night.
January 4, 2005,6:18 p.m.
clint eastwood, chicken fingers, & sergio leone
i have chicken fingers coming out of my ears. (nooooo not literally. i've just ingested way too many.) and now i'm making more for TONY. my life revolves around chicken fingers. i walk in and smell chicken fingers. i go to sleep and smell chicken fingers.
i wake up and smell chicken fingers.
at least i'm not hearing the ghosts of chickens in those fingers.
sorry i am slightly silly as a result of being exultant because i have finished 2 papers out of 5. only 3 more to go!
the last paper i composed involved a sergio leone film (a western) called once upon a time in the west. if you haven't seen it i highly recommend it. there are some great lines. also clint eastwood's unforgiven is a must see. and if you end up on a sergio leone kick, and you love clint eastwood, then the perfect film for you is.....
THE GOOD, THE BAD, & THE UGLY!!!!!!
i wake up and smell chicken fingers.
at least i'm not hearing the ghosts of chickens in those fingers.
sorry i am slightly silly as a result of being exultant because i have finished 2 papers out of 5. only 3 more to go!
the last paper i composed involved a sergio leone film (a western) called once upon a time in the west. if you haven't seen it i highly recommend it. there are some great lines. also clint eastwood's unforgiven is a must see. and if you end up on a sergio leone kick, and you love clint eastwood, then the perfect film for you is.....
THE GOOD, THE BAD, & THE UGLY!!!!!!
Labels: film
,2:46 p.m.
veering walkers
i have decided that i am a veering walker. there must be some sort of reaction happening with gravity + wherever i pound my feet on pavement, because i swear people must think i'm ravingly drunk in the middle of the afternoon (or morning or whenever) since i weave all over the sidewalk when i walk.
please don't ask me to walk in a straight line. it pisses me off. i don't have the natural in-born talent some of you possess, in which you place one foot in front of the other, and traverse the world in perfect linearity.
i think part of the difficulty i have in walking is due to the fact that i hardly notice where my feet are going, because i am too curious about observing the environment around me. the most embarrassing problem with this is that i tend to crane my head up to catch a glimpse of the sky, clouds, birds, treetops, a plane, a helicopter, what-have-you - and this creates the perfect ingredients for a disastrous situation to occur.
the most embarrassing result of being preoccupied with something else other than where i was going was walking into a wall.
i can't believe i just shared that with the internet.
we'll see how long it takes before i realize what i've typed and delete it.
(by then, of course, IT WILL BE TOO LATE.)
please don't ask me to walk in a straight line. it pisses me off. i don't have the natural in-born talent some of you possess, in which you place one foot in front of the other, and traverse the world in perfect linearity.
i think part of the difficulty i have in walking is due to the fact that i hardly notice where my feet are going, because i am too curious about observing the environment around me. the most embarrassing problem with this is that i tend to crane my head up to catch a glimpse of the sky, clouds, birds, treetops, a plane, a helicopter, what-have-you - and this creates the perfect ingredients for a disastrous situation to occur.
the most embarrassing result of being preoccupied with something else other than where i was going was walking into a wall.
i can't believe i just shared that with the internet.
we'll see how long it takes before i realize what i've typed and delete it.
(by then, of course, IT WILL BE TOO LATE.)
January 3, 2005,3:19 a.m.
i should be writing about paradise lost, or something useful.
ok i really should be in bed. i finished a paper (finally, under much duress, all of it my own fault...) and now i'm, well, trying to eat and sitting staring at my computer in shock. i'm NOT ready for school to start. i am still trying to register the fact that i have to be up at 7:30 AM tomorrow to run errands and go to classes, and come home and write more papers.
life. anyone??
the wonderful news that i keep reminding myself is that not only is it 2005 - but - gasp, shudder, leap with excitement - i will be OUTTA HERE in eleven weeks. ELEVEN WEEKS. eleven weeks. home stretch, finally.
oh yes, i will update the pics on my website eventually. it will take a bit longer to get my photos of germany, switzerland, etc. up because i need to find the negatives and then sell my soul to pay for the transfer to CD. yes. so i'll upload them when i'm in hell. in the meantime, please enjoy tony's pictures from croatia (which are heavenly, btw. I'M SORRY. it's late. i couldn't resist. as always.)
catchya later.
life. anyone??
the wonderful news that i keep reminding myself is that not only is it 2005 - but - gasp, shudder, leap with excitement - i will be OUTTA HERE in eleven weeks. ELEVEN WEEKS. eleven weeks. home stretch, finally.
oh yes, i will update the pics on my website eventually. it will take a bit longer to get my photos of germany, switzerland, etc. up because i need to find the negatives and then sell my soul to pay for the transfer to CD. yes. so i'll upload them when i'm in hell. in the meantime, please enjoy tony's pictures from croatia (which are heavenly, btw. I'M SORRY. it's late. i couldn't resist. as always.)
catchya later.
January 2, 2005,11:20 p.m.
flatbread & other yummy things
it's january 2nd. ahhhhhhhhh. the holidays are over :(
tony and i are waiting for flatbread to rise. it looks like yummy flatbread (actually tony made it, i did all the preparations for bruschetta and the ingredients for a salad). tony put cumin, ginger, pepper flakes, sea salt, & rainbow pepper in the flatbread. yum, yum, yum, yum....smells so good.
all i have done since december 31st is party and sleep. we went to ema-tei with carolyn and a bunch of tony's friends. the food was really good (so was the sake.) tony and i went to my apartment afterwards and met some more friends there. 'twas fun :)
AND TONY TURNED 24 YESTERDAY :O
i am listening to cake. (never there).
the flatbread just went into the oven. i must put my extra-special salad assembling abilities to good use now. adios.
tony and i are waiting for flatbread to rise. it looks like yummy flatbread (actually tony made it, i did all the preparations for bruschetta and the ingredients for a salad). tony put cumin, ginger, pepper flakes, sea salt, & rainbow pepper in the flatbread. yum, yum, yum, yum....smells so good.
all i have done since december 31st is party and sleep. we went to ema-tei with carolyn and a bunch of tony's friends. the food was really good (so was the sake.) tony and i went to my apartment afterwards and met some more friends there. 'twas fun :)
AND TONY TURNED 24 YESTERDAY :O
i am listening to cake. (never there).
the flatbread just went into the oven. i must put my extra-special salad assembling abilities to good use now. adios.