Jul. 2nd, 2015 01:16 am
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speaking of Classic Literature, I’d never actually read Hills Like White Elephants, though I’d had it described for me by my 12th grade literature teacher

having now read it, and subsequently read some commentary on it, I am SO GLAD that I waited until I’d encountered Malory Ortberg’s Women In Western Art History series, because wow commentators the voice I heard in my head whenever the woman spoke emphatically does not sound like the voice you apparently heard in your head at same.

Jul. 1st, 2015 10:27 pm
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you know, the rise of spell check— and the coming of age of the first generation who were able to have had access to it during their childhood— has, I feel like, eliminated a shitton of common spelling errors that I used to see all the time; on the other hand, it’s just replaced that with endless misused homonyms. Especially ones that seem like they’d make logical sense, if one isn’t familiar with the etymology. I practically learned to read on horse books, so "free reign" looks eye-twitchingly wrong to me, but it looks reasonable to anyone whose default assumption isn’t "all human experience is about horses." Having someone "in your sites" looks right if you’re not thinking about sighting down a rifle or whatever.

and they bug me, because I’ve got prescriptivist instincts for all that I’ve tried to retrain them. but at the same time, I like how it shows that people haven’t changed, really. We’ve got different tools, but we’re not any smarter or better at learning how to write.

May. 8th, 2015 06:31 am
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I had so much to do tonight

on the other hand, Sunless Sea is amazing, I am having so much fun and finally managed to not die within like two journeys

also my captain got pregnant and had the kid at sea and I’m doing a lot of business with the Cheery Man for someone who unequivocally sided with the Last Constable in Fallen London

but I made enough money to buy a new ship and new engines and its name is the Damah and it’s beautiful and I love it

long live the manual save option! haven’t used it yet but I’m so glad it’s there b/c I really don’t want this captain to die.

Apr. 29th, 2015 06:29 pm
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today the Giant Sprawling Hobbit Fixit broke 230k

it’ll likely be another chapter and more before I beat Order of the Phoenix, though, and let’s face it, that’ll probably be another year
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no but I need to know if a raven would be willing to fly in the rain. can they see in the rain. is it dangerous or difficult.

also, I am tired and caffeinated (again! yay!) and awake dammit, which is good b/c I’m reading the third aliyah in a couple hours. fortunately it’s one I know backwards b/c it was the one I read on my bat mitzvah. unfortunately I’m also reading the seventh one tomorrow morning and that one’s from Deuteronomy and I only started learning it last night but it’ll be fine

it’ll be fiiine

and you will rejoice in your celebration, you and your son and your daughter and your servingman and your servingwoman and the priest and the stranger and the orphan and the widow that are within your gates.

yes fine. I am such a good memorizer

*drinks more coffee*

lalala

Mar. 21st, 2015 05:42 pm
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you know, there are a lot of character deaths I won’t ever forgive, but one that I don’t mention all that often is Teresa Moreno from the Sharpe series. I will never ever accept that one. Teresa is absolutely fine, Richard isn’t making hasty decisions out of loneliness, and after the war all the Chosen Men and their partners retire to a little farm in Ireland and raise their kids together.

Sep. 23rd, 2014 05:21 am
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trying to read three different pages of text in three different fonts, persons, and tenses is really disorienting.
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The world was young, the mountains green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream or stone
When Durin woke and walked alone.
He named the nameless hills and dells;
He drank from yet untasted wells;
He stooped and looked in Mirrormere,
And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread,
Above the shadows of his head.

The world was fair, the mountains tall,
In Elder Days before the fall
Of mighty kings in Nargothrond
And Gondolin, who now beyond
The Western Seas have passed away:
The world was fair in Durin's Day.

A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor,
And runes of power upon the door.
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shone for ever fair and bright.

There hammer on the anvil smote,
There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
There forged was blade, and bound was hilt;
The delver mined, the mason built.
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale,
And metal wrought like fishes' mail,
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
And shining spears were laid in hoard.

Unwearied then were Durin's folk;
Beneath the mountains music woke:
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
And at the gates the trumpets rang.

The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.

Aug. 6th, 2014 07:07 am
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the day before yesterday I had a really bad headache and went to lie down for a few hours

my mother came in to check on me

"oh," she said. "I thought you'd be asleep"

"CAN'T SLEEP," I said. "DALISH PROPERTY AND INHERITANCE LAW. SALVAGE RIGHTS? WHAT FORMS OF PERSONAL IDENTIFICATION EXIST IN MIDDLE-EARTH."

at least my headache got better?

Jul. 26th, 2014 03:18 pm
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today I attended services like a good Jew! It was... really nice, I like how they do things here; I mean, the first hour was just this absolute whirlwind of Biblical Hebrew—I'm accustomed to having enough time to flick my eyes over to the translation and back while following along, so I usually can get a better idea of what's being said than I did this morning—but still.  It was nice.

Also, they invited me up to do one of the blessings for the Torah reading, which was a real honor; I did my best???  I kind of had to make up some of the tune because it was only me and it's not like I know it.  But the person said I had a musical voice and good Israeli Hebrew, so hey.

after a potluck there was a discussion of talmudic law, which was super interesting and I probably talked more than I should have but like if no one else is going to connect this to Norse law and the prevention of escalating blood feuds than I will.  Fortunately someone else asked what happens if someone murders the high priest because I just kind of muttered it and the dude across the table was like "...maybe that's what you'd do."

Well.  Yes.  That is what I'd do.  If I'm in prison until the dude dies, then I will send someone to poison him on the sly, that just seems the logical conclusion here, I'm only pointing it out.

Fortunately the rabbis have anticipated this!  The entire time I am in prison my needs are being provided for by the mother of the high priest, which creates obligation on my part and a desire not to make her sad by killing her son.  Very nice.

Jun. 26th, 2014 03:53 pm
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well

I guess

when in doubt take inspiration from Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
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so I don't actually speak any Yiddish except what I've picked up from folk songs, which means I know words like "shayne maydele" and what I can figure out because it sounds like Hebrew

so I'm probably wrong

but I think the word for "enemy" literally translates as "hater"

and that's cracking me up

Ver zogt az yidn kenen nor handlen
Esn fete yoykh mit mandlen,
Nor nit zayn keyn arbetsman?
Dos konen zogn nor di sonim -
Yidn, shpayt zey on in ponim
Tut a kuk oyf dzhan dzhan dzhan

 

Who says that Jews can only be traders 
And eat fat soup with soup nuts 
But cannot be workingmen? 
Only our enemies the haters can say that - 
Jews, let’s spit right in their faces, 
Simply look at zhan, zhan, zhan

May. 26th, 2014 02:26 pm
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wow

so not like otHER GIRLS

OTHer girLS CRY when breAK NAILS--_!!!!

nO

nOT GIRL who NOT LIKE OTHeR gIRLS

FIGHTWITH SWORD!!!!! LIKE!! !!!BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!wow

sO DIFFRNT
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

excuse me I think I just strained my optic nerve ow aw geez

May. 26th, 2014 02:15 pm
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*keysmash* WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS HOW TITLES WORK

NOBODY BUT CATELYN IS "LADY STARK"

May. 11th, 2014 09:12 pm
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ok

so this is probably a fanon!Tony Stark thing more than a canon!Tony Stark thing

but I 100% hate the way a certain characterization of Tony Stark is completely incapable of observing reasonable boundaries that are put in place by society largely in order to protect people from being taken advantage of, and how fics that tend to characterize him like that also tend to characterize "anyone who isn't comfortable telling one of the richest and most powerful men in the in-universe world to step off in no uncertain terms" as "just weak," unlike Pepper Potts, who is strong because she can stand up to Tony. Like, yes, Pepper is extraordinary and part of that is expressed in the way that she takes no shit, but not everybody is like that and not everybody should have to be like that and not being like that does not make you a wimp. Not being able to tell the fast-talking genius billionaire with no time for manners "I am uncomfortable, please stop making unreasonable demands and inserting yourself into situations without an invitation" does not make you weak. It does not mean you need to be subjected to some sort of survival-of-the-fittest weeding process where Tony makes all the caterers who work for him break down in tears until he finds one with the necessary iron will to deal with him. It means Tony needs to learn to act like a goddamn grownup.

characters who cannot adhere to professional standards of behavior are not characters I often respect or like.
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yo I’m not 100% sure why this is on a CD called “Opera’s Greatest Drinking Songs” but it’s kind of worth the rest of the CD, honestly.

 

 

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1/2 cup sugar
2 cups flour
2 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp salt
1/3 cup butter
1 egg
2-3 Tbs milk
1/2 tsp grated orange peel
1 can poppy seed mixture

grease a baking sheet and dust with flour

to mix: sugar, flour, baking powder, salt
soften butter. to cut in, small pieces, mix in with hands or fork
add egg, and milk
mix until the dough is like a ball (until you can make it into balls)
take half and roll it out to 1/8th of an inch
dust rim of glass with flour and cut circles
add spoonful of poppy seed mixture to center, pinch corners
20 minutes at 350 degrees (but watch it)
after 15 minutes, check bottom to make sure is not too brown-- they'll keep hardening once they're out of the oven and cooling

Mar. 8th, 2014 10:04 pm
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But when Húrin was gone from Menegroth, Thingol sat long in silence, gazing upon the great treasure that lay upon his knees; and it came into his mind that it should be remade, and in it should be set the Silmaril. For as the years passed Thingol’s thought turned unceasingly to the jewel of Fëanor, and became bound to it, and he liked not to let it rest even behind the doors of his inmost treasury; and he was minded now to bear it with him always, waking and sleeping.

In those days the Dwarves still came on their journeys into Beleriand from their mansions in Ered Lindon, and passing over Gelion at Sarn Athrad, the Ford of Stones, they travelled the ancient road to Doriath; for their skill in the working of metal and stone was very great, and there was much need of their craft in the halls of Menegroth. But they came now no longer in small parties as aforetime, but in great companies well armed for their protection in the perilous lands between Aros and Gelion; and they dwelt in Menegroth at such times in chambers and smithies set apart for them. At that very time great craftsmen of Nogrod were lately come into Doriath; and the King therefore summoning them declared his desire, that if their skill were great enough they should remake the Nauglamír, and in it set the Silmaril. Then the Dwarves looked upon the work of their fathers, and they beheld with wonder the shining jewel of Fëanor; and they were filled with a great lust to possess them, and carry them off to their far homes in the mountains. But they dissembled their mind, and consented to the task.

Long was their labour; and Thingol went down alone to their deep smithies, and sat ever among them as they worked. In time his desire was achieved, and the greatest of the works of Elves and Dwarves were brought together and made one; and its beauty was very great, for now the countless jewels of the Nauglamír did reflect and cast abroad in marvellous hues the light of the Silmaril amidmost. Then Thingol, being alone among them, made to take it up and clasp it about his neck; but the Dwarves in that moment withheld it from him, and demanded that he yield it up to them, saying: ‘By what right does the Elvenking lay claim to the Nauglamír, that was made by our fathers for Finrod Felagund who is dead? It has come to him but by the hand of Húrin the Man of Dor-lómin, who took it as a thief out of the darkness of Nargothrond.’ But Thingol perceived their hearts, and saw well that desiring the Silmaril they sought but a pretext and fair cloak for their true intent; and in his wrath and pride he gave no heed to his peril, but spoke to them in scorn, saying: ‘How do ye of uncouth race dare to demand aught of me, Elu Thingol, Lord of Beleriand, whose life began by the waters of Cuiviénen years uncounted ere the fathers of the stunted people awoke?’ And standing tall and proud among them he bade them with shameful words be gone unrequited out of Doriath.

Then the lust of the Dwarves was kindled to rage by the words of the King; and they rose up about him, and laid hands on him, and slew him as he stood. So died in the deep places of Menegroth Elwë Singollo, King of Doriath, who alone of all the Children of Ilúvatar was joined with one of the Ainur; and he who, alone of the Forsaken Elves, had seen the light of the Trees of Valinor, with his last sight gazed upon the Silmaril.

Then the Dwarves taking the Nauglamír passed out of Menegroth and fled eastwards through Region. But tidings went swiftly through the forest, and few of that company came over Aros, for they were pursued to the death as they sought the eastward road; and the Nauglamír was retaken, and brought back in bitter grief to Melian the Queen. Yet two there were of the slayers of Thingol who escaped from the pursuit on the eastern marches, and returned at last to their city far off in the Blue Mountains; and there in Nogrod they told somewhat of all that had befallen, saying that the Dwarves were slain in Doriath by command of the Elvenking, who thus would cheat them of their reward.

Then great was the wrath and lamentation of the Dwarves of Nogrod for the death of their kin and their great craftsmen, and they tore their beards, and wailed; and long they sat taking thought for vengeance. It is told that they asked aid from Belegost, but it was denied them, and the Dwarves of Belegost sought to dissuade them from their purpose; but their counsel was unavailing, and ere long a great host came forth from Nogrod, and crossing over Gelion marched westward through Beleriand.


—Tolkien, J.R.R. (2012-02-15). The Silmarillion (pp. 238-239). Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. Kindle Edition.

Mar. 6th, 2014 05:30 am
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so I made bread but I have to wait for it to cool but if it's out of my sight for an instant the cat will eat it like the weirdo she is

so I'm sitting here trying to catch up on all the work I've fallen behind on since the overwhelming number of spring break passengers happened

with a freshly baked loaf of bread to my immediate left

and the smell is driving me up the wall

I NEED TO EAT THIS BREAD

I DO NOT CARE IF I BURN MY MOUTH OFF

*SIIIIIIGHHHH*

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