( Mar. 20th, 2012 03:17 pm)
Spring break was a fabulous week full of sleeping, reading, writing and crocheting. I wrote over 10,000 words last week. I bought a bunch of yarn and started to crochet a hippo, which is about half finished at this point. I'm a little overwhelmed with the amount of work I have to do this week, but I'm pushing through. I had an interview to work at commencement today, which went well.

When I was on the bus home I received an email notification of a package that had arrived for me at the dorm. I didn't actually get to it until yesterday and-- hooray! My package from [livejournal.com profile] jolena came and it was filled with absolutely lovely, thoughtful things. Chocolate, two skeins of fuzzy wonderful yarn, and several neat charms! :D 

On top of this good news, I just received confirmation of my acceptance to University College London in the fall! Ahhhhh! I'm so psyched. We should find out about Sweden this week and I might apply to a week long program on Gender and Conflict in Ireland. If I'm already in Sweden for the summer, the cost for travel would be much cheaper than from the US.

For now, I have a paper to write and a book on India, Hinduism, and Sexuality to read (which is very dense and I'm not well informed on the background, but still interesting, if long).
( Jun. 24th, 2011 10:39 pm)
Mohinder is still out of commission, but is on his way to the service center. I've been promised when he returns in 7-9 days that he will work perfectly. I dislike writing fic on the desktop computer-- for many reasons, privacy included, but also because the keyboard can't keep up with me-- but I wanted to drop by to share a Midsummer fic over on [livejournal.com profile] holidaysmut . It's just a small piece, featuring Genya of Forest Guardian 'verse fame. That can be found here.

Today marked the end of my third week of working at the Department of Energy's largest national lab-- which is much less exciting than one would think. My mentor thought he had work for me, but ended up not. For a while I stressed about that because I'm getting paid but not doing any work, but I've come to accept my fate. If they want to fire me, than they can. In the meantime I'm getting a lot of reading done. I read the entirety of Scott Westerfeld's  Leviathan today, and finished A Midsummer Night's Dream yesterday. I'm also really incredibly caught up on news, as that's the only thing I'm not afraid of checking out on the computer at work, aside from MIT's Courseware website, on which I read the lecture notes of a very interesting class called Gender, Sexuality and Society.

I miss LJ, and I miss having free time during which I'm not a) exhausted or b) caught out by terrible headaches. I also feel like the only people I socially interact with in real life are my parents, which gets tedious after a while. I've already made plans for next summer to be better, though, so I'm trying not to dwell.

I'll try to start catching up on my f-list tonight some, but in case I miss something I love you all and I hope everything is going well for everyone. If not, may your luck turn. <3

( Jun. 2nd, 2011 04:32 pm)
I think having a rant post this week has helped. This way the actual posts I make can be positive, but I can still get the other stuff off my chest. I don't really have much news. I haven't been doing much aside from lazing about, reading and crocheting. I'm working up to my auction fics-- the two for Help The South should be rather good, I think. At least, the prompts I was given were good.

I'm still experimenting with crochet. I want to make little fandom doll key chain things. Guess who I'm working on right now. Still trying to get the proportions right, but I'm rather excited about the preliminary turn out. I got a couple of used books on crochet, and one about Yarn Bombing. (See wiki here. I think it sounds pretty neat and kind of want to take it up when I go back to DC. There's a real ninja feel to the act, and I think it could be fun.

Yarn related: according to meetup.com there's a group of people who knit and crochet near my hometown. It's a closed group, so I can't see any details and I've signed up on the site with a pseudonym (the one attached to my conceivingaplot gmail account). I'd kind of like to go to a meeting- just to get out and maybe meet new people, but I don't know if it's primarily a group of older people or what. I could send them a message and ask i a college-aged amateur crocheter would be welcome/feel comfortable, but I'm kind of on the fence about it. Thoughts?

I also got The Hobbit used (though I found out the next day my dad owns a copy). I haven't read any of Tolkiens' so I figured that was as good a place to start as any, what with the movie coming out next year. At the store, I found two books for my Irish Lit class this fall, for a good deal. On a related note, I am now officially signed up for band. One of my friends is also a flute player and joining the university band, so I'm pretty psyched.
( Jul. 16th, 2010 07:45 pm)
I finished the important things on my list and even made a new list, half of which I managed to get done. I named my laptop Mohinder and decided that Mo and I are going to write a great novel. For sure we'll edit a few lj worthy stories, but we're also going to write a novel that I'm proud of all the way, the first time through. Everybody's life needs meaning, right? Well now Mohinder's does as well.

Aside from trip preparations- and getting up earlier everyday to adjust for the upcoming time change- I did a bit of shopping and bought my own copies of Good Omens and American Gods. I find it to be one of the permanently unfair truths of the world that a person can put hours upon hours upon days upon years into producing a piece of truly riveting and fantastic literature only to have it sell for $7.50 a pop. In fact, it's a little bit horrible. Regardless, I bought those as well as Shadow's Return of the Nightrunner series, which I read all of today. I really enjoyed it, despite some of the reviews I've seen from other fans. It was both enlightening, horrifying, and enjoyable. Getting up at five o'clock in the morning when you have nothing pressing to attend to is both disorienting and boring. Nothing opens until nine or ten, so you can't go shopping and it's still dark outside. Fortunately at least, it gave me time to read.

Work on Tango is going pretty well. Instead of rewriting the first four chapters I've just cut them out. A bit of reorganization and a little twisting to accommodate the change leaves the story better. It's really rather exciting. I'll post the first chapter sometime in the next month or so- I plan not to do any writing while I'm in London, at least of the fictional sort, because I think focusing on that will detract from this awesome opportunity I have to see a wonderful city and spend time with my family.

On that note, July 30th I'll be running around Cardiff, unguided and entirely on my own. This realization both intimidates and excites me. I'm terrified I'll get lost. >.< In any case, I'll probably be scarce around lj until the first week of August. The plane leaves tomorrow around two. (And yes, now I am properly psyched for this trip!)
I think I've found my weakness

It started with that one hsm fic which was epic and long and seemed to be too good and too raw to actually be fanfiction.

Now I bring you Navid Arash Taraghijah: Still Life With Chair (I-XXV, recommended to me by [livejournal.com profile] theotherdibbler . I'm still feeling a little weepy and in awe. This work is so beautiful in its detail and moving struggle. I find it to be emotionally fulfilling, because that's a term I apply to fiction sometimes and this story hit every range of emotion, from the spark of love and affection, to despair, hate, and redemption. I feel like I've been through my own roller coaster of grief and have come out alive, though a bit shaky from the after effects. There really aren't words to describe the depth of this piece.

Even after the initial shock has blown over, I still find it astounding. The fact that I went away to try and clear my mind, and ended up listening too "What Sarah Said" by Death Cab for Cutie first thing when the mp3 player was on random has not mitigated this effect. Shit man. My heart still hurts.

But it's a good hurt.
( Jul. 6th, 2010 01:45 am)
The only reason I'm awake right now is because I went to bed 2.5 hours ago only to have increasingly creepy dreams. Normally I would get rid of them by reading, but I'm currently reading a book that has kind of dark undertones, and a different book about gendercide- involving sex slavery/trafficking, etc. Neither of which would really lighten the mood.

My subconscious is so weird. I knew when we watched the episode of Supernatural where the wishes from the wishing well turned bad and the girl's teddy bear turned into a mascot like "real" bear who was depressed and tried to commit suicide, that I would have nightmares about that. Yes. Of all the creepy things on that show, I knew the 'real bear' was going to get me. And it did, except there were loads of them and they were after me. This sounds way less terrifying on paper, but it also involved malfunctioning elevators and a swimming pool (I never have good dreams about pools) so believe me, it was scary.

There was a paragraph in the deconstructionist essay that talked about how fiction will never be read the same way by two people- never have the same impact or influence- in the same way that relating a dream to someone is not as accurate in conveying emotion or action as actually having the dream. It was actually fascinating but I'm not going to recount the other interesting/relevant bits.

Also fascinating is the summer reading assignment I've gotten. My freshman class is reading Half the Sky, by  Nicholas D. Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn. It's very interesting and moving. I like the even handed way they report the story of the ongoing oppression of women throughout the world. I'll probably tell you all more about it later. I think I'm going to go read some of SoT now. Night all.
Having heard (and read) so many good things about the authors of Will Grayson, Will Grayson I asked to borrow the book from a friend. I'm a pretty big David Levithan fan, and though I haven't read anything specifically by John Green, he's received several resounding recommendations from my friends.

unfortunately every other chapter of the book was written like this. i couldn't read it. this style of writing without proper punctuation and capitalization when set up with paragraph upon paragraph of no properly formatted dialogue made me cross eyed.

me: i want to claw my eyes out.

Which is seriously unfortunate, I think, because the story seemed interesting to begin with. It's an interesting pretense. After a bit of digging I came across this article, which says something interesting about why David Levithan chose to write 'the gay' Will Grayson in that format. It fits in the age of teenage communication and 'his' Will Grayson 'sees himself as lowercase.'

Okay, I get that. It's very artsy and deep, etc. It does not remedy the fact that I read chapters 1, 3, 5, 7, and 9 while skimming through the chapters in between, before giving up entirely (not even halfway in). I am kind of disappointed. I wanted it to be so good, and I'd love to be able to commend Levithan for everything he's ever written... but I can't.

I will have to look up John Green though, once I finish the current stack of books on my shelf. Also, in slightly related news, I went out and bought a copy of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead. We aren't reading it in class this year and I have a couple of friends who are absolutely ecstatic about the thing.




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