Jan. 25th, 2017 07:11 am
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I always get so happy when other shakespeare fans don’t like As You Like It.   listen if you give me a choice of which play I want to watch and that’s one of the two options, almost every other play is going to win over it.  not all of them, no, but so many.  & it’s so popular! Some People have the audacity to say it’s better than Twelfth Night!  come not near me with that opinion Twelfth Night is a beautiful gift and As You Like It is weird and boring and the only thing it has going for it is letting a lady speak the most lines of anyone, incl. the epilogue

ok also Stratford letting Seanna McKenna play Jacques not as a pants role but as a woman and then also making the Duke a woman adn then slashing them was pretty darn inspired, I’m very here for misanthropic flannel-wearing nature photographer lesbians and gentle courtly pearl-wearing high society lesbians falling in love
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I am curled up in a tiny alcove on a comfy sofa with a warm afghan

I am in Canada where the weather is March

and it is raining

I am in an attic room

I can hear it drumming on the roof

Breakfast is downstairs in just a few minutes

then I am going to go into town and wander

and buy a teapot and some used copies of Arden editions of Shakespeare plays.

Goodbye.
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#I am eternally sad that a lot of my favorite characters would never ever in a million years be friends if they met

#like: Loki will never be friends with anybody

#Vimes will never be friends with kings

#Marcone will not be friends with anybody not loyal to either him or Chicago

#(or willing to help him help realize his plans for Chicago)

#(with a very clear well-laid-out bargain of exactly what they will want in return)

#(and that being something he is willing to pay)

#Thorin will not be friends with anyone not a dwarf of Erebor

#unless they prove beyond doubt that they have decided to throw in their lot with the dwarves of Erebor and share their danger

#and also not go against his decisions when he decides things in his capacity as King

#Temeraire might be friends with a great many people but Lawrence won't if they're against England in the war

#and Temeraire won't for Lawrence's sake

#Roy Mustang is perfectly willing to be friendly but he is also very done with fighting for someone else's goals

#and a lot of the others won't be friends with him if he won't fight for their goals

#Scar will not be friends with anyone but other Ishbalans and May Chang

#because he fights for his people

#and if you're not fighting for his people you may occasionally work together to achieve a mutual goal but that's it

#(May Chang wasn't on purpose but oh well they're friends now)

#Zuko is bad at people

#but he'd be willing to be friends!

#unless he's working on achieving a goal

#then sorry but hunting the avatar takes priority

#King Henry had friends once

#I think we all know what happened there

#Rumplestiltskin don't make me laugh

#Pellaeon is too busy running an Empire to have friends who aren't ~trusted subordinates~ first and foremost

#yeah Boromir is not going to be your friend if you're not actively helping Gondor

#(unless you are a hobbit and therefore fall into the category of 'noncombatant; to be protected')

#Javert has no friends Javert is the Law

#The Law doesn't have friends

#Garak will be your friend on his own terms

#they are not very reasonable terms though and if Julian is willing to meet them that's nice but no one else here is going to because gosh look at this enormous list of people with massive trust issues oh dear

#let's not even get into people like Edmund and Richard III and the Macbeths and Aaron and Tybalt and Claudius

#PINKIE PIE WILL BE YOUR FRIEND

#*everyone else on this list takes ten steps backwards and turns very pale*
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She said to me, "you know, today, they say, wherever there is money, Jews are. Wherever there is power, Jews are... under. That's what some would say."

It took me a minute to parse. (My mother's turns of phrase are my favorite.)

She also said that she was surprised Shylock hadn't chosen to die rather than renounce his faith. "If this story had been written by Jews," she said, "that's what would have happened."
"I don't know about that," I said. "I think a lot of the stories Jews have written haven't been nearly as enamoured of martyrdom as a lot of the Christian ones."
"The story of Chana and her children," she said. "All her sons who chose to die."
"But I'm thinking of the ones set when they were living when and where you'd get killed for practicing Judaism. They practiced in secret, they didn't just say 'okay, then kill us.' I think a pretty core tenet is that you do whatever you have to, to survive."
"Maybe that," she agreed.

There are plenty of stories on either side of the issue, I think. But I've always considered any law may be broken to save a life to be one of the most important tenets of my own faith, at least. (Though, at least the way the story was told to me, one also has to respect the heck out of the Jews of Metzada, extremists though they were, for dying rather than allowing their enemies one scrap of victory.)

My dad was watching with us too-- he was the one who'd expressed an interest in watching in the first place-- but he left before it was over. "Not something that interests me," he said, and I know getting my dad to watch Shakespeare is always a tough sell, but I also think the anti-semitism got to him too much for him to even look for the complications of the characters and plot. Which my mother found fascinating, actually; and I'm super-impressed with how good she's gotten at following Shakespearean language.

She also asked me if I thought people watching this movie would think badly of Jews because Shylock was so nasty.
"I hope not," I said.
"Because, you know, the merchant is so handsome and nice, and trying to help his friend, and they are so in love, and he wants only good, and he is just caught between."
"Well, you also have to contrast it with his behavior towards Shylock."
"Yes. Why would he do that?"
I thought about that for a minute. I don't really have a good answer. "He practices usury," I said slowly. "The Christians think that's wrong."
"But then they come to borrow money from them."
"Yeah."
"And what, they think they should just lend it from goodness? Would they do that?"
"Antonio does."
"Hm," she said.
"But Antonio has other sources of income."
"Yes."

She liked Portia. She said she had an intelligent face. I agree.

She took the braid out of my hair, because I had a headache.
"But I wanted a braid," I said. "Like a dwarf."
"You are not a dorf."
"A dwarf."
"You are not a dorf."
"I am a dwarf."
"No you're not."
And then she made me a pot of tea, because my mother is awesome.

I am a dwarf, though. I have the bodily proportions of a dwarf (seriously my legs are only a third of my height) and sideburns like a lady dwarf (ha ha I bet my sister is sad she had hers lasered off now) and I am Jewish like a dwarf and I speak Hebrew like a dwarf and I am POSSESSIVE AS ALL HELL like a dwarf. Also I could totally dig living underground, heck yes, small enclosed spaces and not relying on the sun for my circadian rhythms sign me the heck up.

I'm trying to get back into livejournaling, okay, or at least posting more public entries that are about what happens in my life rather than just using this as a personal archive.

So in light of that, LET ME TELL YOU about the awful twelve-hour trip up here, okay, I don't even know what was going on with the weather but first I fishtailed and panicked and was okay and then I spun off the road and ended up facing backwards on the shoulder until some nice person stopped and let me back in and then that happened a second time and then traffic inched along at under five mph all around Indianapolis and then I fishtailed my way in between giant trucks in and out of an unplowed rest stop where I'd numbed my hands scraping the ice off my windshield wipers and then, exactly halfway between my apartment and my parents' house, my tire exploded and sent me careening off the road down a ditch to end in a gently spinning stop in a meadow.

and I was very very very very very lucky that it happened right there, because I was fine and nothing was hurt but it also meant I had to spend hours hanging out in very very small-town Indiana

which was fine really, the mechanics were all very nice and friendly, and did not judge me at all for not knowing squat about cars, but it also meant I bought a ham sandwich at the gas station in an attempt to conceal my Jewishness because sorry but small-town Indiana makes me paranoid

then I got back in my car and realized that sitting in my front seat holding my LotR trilogy was a bag that was covered in sparkles and a menorah and the words "HAPPY HANUKKAH" so yeah

and when I was telling my mother about the nice people who had all stopped to make sure I was okay after the accident she said to me "it was a good thing none of them were Cookus"
and because I know my mother I said "yeah, why do you think I had the ham sandwich"
and she laughed
and my dad was like "...what?"
and she said "you know, Kooks"
and he was like "...what?"
and I was like "The KKK, Aba"
and he cracked up and walked away muttering "Kooks!" under his breath
and then my mother was like "it's funny because your keys!"
and then I laughed too, because my keychain is dripping with Jewish things
there's a Magen David and a fish that says katan alecha and a yad with the tfilat haderech on the back
So eating that ham sandwich was in vain
which is a little annoying, because it was terrible and made me feel sick.

"It's a little sad that you had to think of it, though," she said to me later.
Which of course it is.

Er

so have a post that is all about me being Jewish

that's it

that's the post

sorry

Usually I can go for longer without talking about it, I swear!

Anyway.

I am thinking of doing a Thorin fanmix. It will have:

1.) Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons
2.) Fire on the Mountain - Rob Thomas
3.) Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis - Ralph Vaugh Williams (MAJESTY, ok, shut up)
4.) Horses - Due South Original Soundtrack
5.) Yerushalayim Shel Zahav - Naomi Shemer

and that's all I have thought of so far. Though it's not like I've tried very hard. I will eventually.

My car is still in the shop until sometimes tomorrow at least. which is annoying, because I wanted to go donate blood and buy the Chronicles at the bookstore and go see The Hobbit again, and I can't really do any of that without a car. My mother is not going to be willing to drive me to the movie theater to see The Hobbit again.

But it's been so long since I've seen it don't judge me

Goodbye.
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  • TITLE: Agincourt Carol
  • ARTIST: Michael Roth
  • ALBUM: Henry V (Stratford Shakespeare Festival)
  • PLAYED: 99 Plays

I said I’d put this up one more time, didn’t I?  Well, it’s going up today, and then after I’ve eaten I’ma go through and reblog everything everyone’s been posting.  Man I love this version though.  I’m sorry I don’t have a recording of how it was onstage, with Fluellen singing the first two verses and the men rising from the ground where they had been resting with their cloaks wrapped tight around them for warmth to join in on the chorus, voices strengthening with every line, and that I cannot convey Henry’s stunned face as he witnesses it, but oh, it was amazing.

Wandering through the camp, shrouded in night and a borrowed cloak, hearing Fluellen sing, and lead Henry’s men in song… he stands there, staring after his middlish-ranked foreign captain who has just brought together all his English peasant soldiers and given heart to all the camp, and just stands rooted there and goes “…huh.”

Well, actually what he says is Though it appear a little out of fashion, there is much care and valour in this Welshman, but what he means is “…huh.”

(And we know, because the Chorus brought us there, that the French can hear the English chorus. Faintly, distantly, but low and haunting in the way men’s voices can be. Is not their climate foggy, raw and dull, are they not with sickness much enfeebled, their numbers lessened— but they sing.)

Harry walked openly through the camp in the evening, from watch to watch, from tent to tent, and now though Henry is cloaked and striving privately for his own comfort Fluellen does the same with song and plucked string, and Henry stops, stands and watches, startled, amazed, and profoundly moved.

Owre Kynge went forth to Normandy
With grace and myght of chyvalry
Ther God for hym wrought mervelusly
Wherefore Englonde may call and cry

Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria!
Deo gratias Anglia redde victoria.

A sege he sette, forsothe to say,
To Harflu towne with ryal aray.
That toune he wan and made afray
That Fraunce shal rewe tyl domesday—

Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria!
Deo gratias Anglia redde victoria.


 

 


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  2. #I really really love this#it's heroic and noble and sad and great#music#henry V
     
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  4. #henry v#shakespeare#music
     
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  6. #hv#oh my god can we please stop with all the henry at agincourt feels now?#a little touch of harry in the night#is good maybe once a week#but every night to be balling about this perfect bastard is a little much#i think i know how harry feels now tbh#a day without craying about henry v is a day wasted#word
     
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  8. #from this day to the ending of the world#brb crying about it#this is gorgeous
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I LOVE EVERYBODY EVIL IN THIS PLAYYYYYYY

I LOVE EVERYBODY EVIL IN THIS PLAYYYYYYY

I LOVE EVERYBODY EVIL IN THIS PLAYYYYYYY


I LOVE EVERYBODY EVIL IN THIS PLAYYYYYYY

CORNWALL AND REGAN

EDMUND EDMUND EDMUND

GONERIL

OSWAAAALD

RANDOM SERVANTS OF GONERIL AND REGAN AND CORNWALL

EVERYBODY EVIL IN THIS PLAYYYYYYYYYYY
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There is so much on the internet that I missed over the weekend and I want to catch up

Listen to the second half of Othello and watch Chimes at Midnight/Silent Lady Hamlet/Olivier's Henry V/etc.

And write all the thoughts I am having about reading Othello for the first time

And respond to things people are saying on Tumblr

And reply to e-mails because OMG OMG

But ohgod work is done and I am out of can

Going to sleep now before I get any sicker

aaghghghgh

Goodbye
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I’m putting this up again, because it’s beautiful and never fails to make me super-emotional.  So many Henryfeels, and Fluellen feels, and feels for all of Henry’s soldiers.  And England.  And OMG FLUELLEN.  I’m probably going to put this up a third time after I see it again on Saturday, because OMG HENRY.

If you can possibly make it to the Stratford Shakespeare Festival’s Henry V— it has two more performances left, one tomorrow and one on Saturday, September 29— then I highly recommend you do so.

Michael Roth is the composer, though the words to the Agincourt Carol are traditional.


 
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So I have a few hours to kill before Tashlich (that's where you're supposed to symbolically empty your pockets of lint and debris to symbolise the renewal and fresh start that is the new year-- clearing away the detritus of the previous one-- which in my family has always translated as, uh, taking bread down to the river and feeding the ducks, because we are the best Jews) and I thought to myself "I will watch THC's Henry V! Because I have been wanting to watch it again for ages, and if I'm going to show it to Eema then I should have seen it recently myself so that I can translate properly and also won't be too distracted by watching myself to make sure Eema's getting everything and we don't have any more misunderstandings like the one about Fluellen and his, uh, position in Harry's army. Also I need to get some of my thoughts straight on York.

And oh, I understand why they cut the Southampton plot, but duuuuuuude I am so sad that we do not get the chance to see what Hiddleston would do with that scene. You guys. You guys. "Oh, let us yet be merciful!" Scroop! Exeter! Bedford! Hal being betrayed and being hurt and being harsh! Our Hal being kiiiiiiiing omg omg omg I want to give him all the hugs.

But anyway, so I opened the file and started to watch, being like "Yay! Henry V!" And then I remembered that it started with his funeral and I closed the window and was like "...nevermind I am not sure if I can handle that right now."

Maybe.

Goodbye.
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I just realized

(augh augh augh)

The Duke of York in Henry V, you guys

The Duke of York

You know who he is?

HE'S AUMERLE

AUMERLE, YOU GUYS

That is so not okay I can't even. So not okay.

Excuse me I have to go away now and find somewhere to curl up and die of Shakespeare!feels. And Hollow Crown!feels, because Aumerle. AUMERLE IS THE DUKE OF YORK.

I mean, I knew that he was there, historically, I just never made the connection and-- and--- nonononono why do I have all the Aumerle feels why this was not supposed to happen this is not okay.

Goodbye.
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The Agincourt speech made me cry. Actual literal tears. Dammit, Harry.

spoilers for The Hollow Crown's production of Henry V, in case that wasn't obvious )

Or sleep. Maybe sleep first.

Goodbye.
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Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more!
Or close the wall up with our English dead!

"Dear friends."

"Dear friends."

Can I just give Hal all the hugs?

Goodbye.
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Narratives that revolve around fathers and sons. Eru Illuvatar above, am I ever sick of them. Because a.) Of course the child is male, why would we even question that ever, and b.) Half the time the mother of a child never even gets a name, let alone is allowed to, oh, have any kind of influence or pull over the child she goshdarn did *at least* half the work of raising. Lineage Comes From The Father as a trope is probably older than dirt, and I am bloody well sick of it. Howard Stark may have been a terrible father, but gee, what kind of mother was Maria? I don't know, because the narrative doesn't think it's important enough to tell me! Did Frigga ever show preference for one son over the other? Who knows? Thor and Loki only care about Odin's approval, because he's the one with actual power in this household, clearly! (God, Asgard, why you gotta be so awful.) Henry Plantagenet! Is his mother around? She's dead, right? We think so, because she sure as heck never even gets mentioned! Nate Ford had a mother, right? I think there was a line about her somewhere. But she obviously didn't have the chance to affect the formation of his character-- nope, that was 100% down to his dad. Luke's aunt and uncle must have known his mother, surely? Did anyone ever worry about or take reassurance in the presence of her genetics in Luke's blood? Did Luke ever ask to know what had happened to her? Eh, whatever, who cares!

Also, you ever notice how when a child in fiction is raised by a single mother, they spend their whole lives searching for a Strong Man to act as their father figure, but when they're raised by a single father, the only time you see them looking for a maternal figure is when they're young children trying to set their dad up with a nice lady because they want him to be happy, and the fact that she'd become a mother to them is weirdly secondary to that? Because moms are just that unimportant?

I don't even know why this bothers me so much, of all the things that could bother me, and I adored the latest Leverage episode (so many Eliot/Parker/Hardison feeeeeeels), but all that stuff about fathers and sons and just-- ugh. I'm so done with that. SO DONE. No more patience for the males in a family being the only ones who matter.

Now excuse me, I have to go give all of my money to Brave.

Goodbye.
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.



Eru Illuvatar above, it's me. I mean, not literally me, but basically this was me at five years old. We have videos. This is exactly what I was like. THIS. This is what I was like.

Except at the end, when he draws his sword, instead of re-sheathing it I would have charged the camera with a mighty war-cry.

I tended to do that.

The videos we have also document this.

...

Oh wait.

I am still like this.


My sister and I were both home for a visit recently, and there is this thing where she doesn't like how I talk too loud when I get excited and I don't like how she tells me to quiet down when I'm excited, so to compromise she sat in the opposite corner of the room and told me I was free to raise my voice.

At which point I immediately took the opportunity to roar ONCE MORE UNTO THE BREACH, DEAR FRIENDS, ONCE MORE! OR CLOSE THE WALL UP WITH OUR ENGLISH DEAD! and she was like DUDE I CANNOT BACK AWAY ANY FURTHER but I delivered the entire speech anyway because yeah.

I have little sympathy, since it is entirely my sisters' fault for teaching me to declaim Shakespeare at the age of five.

Goodbye.
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Richard II is a play about a clique of sociopathic teenagers (who honestly love and care about each other) being really upset that people won't let them be evil sociopathic dicks to everyone else.

That's it. Also there's some BS about divine right and a fuckton of the prettiest language you ever did see. Mostly from Richard, who fucking adores the sound of his own voice saying pretty words.

It's super-hard to be Henry Bolingbroke, in conclusion.

Goodbye.

Oh come on

May. 10th, 2012 09:31 pm
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Look, the thing is, I don't even consider myself all that good at Early Modern English. Really. I like Shakespeare, but when it comes down to it, I haven't read all that many of his plays, I haven't seen more than two-thirds of them, and I've never made a study of his language. I failed out of Malory's Morte d'Arthur pretty early. I would have failed out of Chaucer's Canterbury Tales even earlier were the entire prologue-y thing not required reading. Yes I can usually conjugate verbs to agree with thou pretty smoothly, but I'm not always that confident about it.

But I really-- sometimes I just do not understand how people don't know words like these. I mean, these are not ancient obscure words that have faded from the modern lexicon, these are just words. I learned them from reading books and fanfics. I would not think it terribly strange if someone in my peer group said them in conversation. I mean, yes, my friends tend to be pretty well-read people, but. Come on. If you are surprised that I know these words, I am going to feel like you're insulting my intelligence.

Hey mainstream media: please stop insulting my intelligence.

Man, I am so bitchy in this journal lately, I'm sorry. In other news I feel less like I am getting sick now that I slept, and ate very nearly an entire medium pizza all by myself. I'm going up to Michigan tonight or tomorrow, depending on how things go (tomorrow is more likely), and am going to be there for at least a fortnight. May or may not be going to the Ancestral Home of Ely for Memorial Day Weekend, whenever that is, for Paul's Safta's birthday. Planning to see the Avengers movie with Eyal in MI, and then I will be able to surf the internet with impunity again.

I am trying not to get my expectations up too high. Movies are sometimes tough to watch when you're unabashedly on the villain's side. This is supposed to be avoidable in superhero flicks because those don't usually go for, you know, character depth, but then Kenneth Branagh came along and well. He does go for that sort of thing, actually. (Though not as much as-- well, he and I often disagree on interpretations of character, and, uh, interpretations in general, and-- well-- oh Kenneth Branagh. I heart him so.)

I need to get my hands on a copy of his Henry V and show it to Paul; Paul will adore his performance in that. Oooo speaking of Henry V, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5lhfKUFNN8. God for Harry, England, and Saint George.

Goodbye.

HEY

Dec. 1st, 2011 06:03 am
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HEY

GUESS HOW MANY COPIES OF HAMLET I OWN NOW

EIGHT

THAT IS HOW MANY

MY LIFE IS THE BEST

YOU MIGHT ASK

"WHAT KIND OF PERSON NEEDS EIGHT COPIES OF HAMLET IN THEIR LIFE"

THE ANSWER IS "THE KIND OF PERSON WHO INTENDS TO MAKE SURE WE PICK HAMLET FOR THE TABLE-READING AT A SHAKESPEARE PARTY SOMETIME"

ALSO, ONLY FIVE OF THOSE ARE BANTAMS, OKAY, TWO OF THEM ARE ARDENS BUT THEY'RE SUPER DIFFERENT FROM ONE ANOTHER AND THE OTHER ONE IS AN OXFORD

OKAY SO MAYBE FOR REAL THERE ARE NINE COPIES, BUT THE ONE I GOT FOR LIKE 50c AT A USED BOOKSTORE DOESN'T COUNT BECAUSE SOMEONE WROTE AND HIGHLIGHTED ALL OVER THE INSIDE LIKE A SHIBI, I MEAN WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT

IT'S OKAY THOUGH BECAUSE I USE THAT ONE TO TAKE OUT MY URGE TO DRAW LITTLE HEARTS ALL AROUND THE STAGE DIRECTION WHERE R&G ENTER FOR THE FIRST TIME

AWWWW, THEM

ALSO MAYBE THE KIND OF PERSON WHO HAS SEVEN DIFFERENT PRODUCTIONS OF HAMLET ON DVD

IN CONCLUSION OH GOD WHY DIDN'T I BUY THE ENTIRE SHELF OF ARDENS WHEN THEY WERE ON SALE FOR LIKE $7 EACH WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME?

Goodbye.
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Snowflakes are falling thick and fast. The train rumbled by a half-hour ago, I made delicious hot chocolate for me and Paul, performed a spontaneous Snow Dance that borrowed heavily from the Eleventh Doctor and made Paul laugh and Worf look at me like I was out of my mind, and even if I never did ship McShep in the actual show (honestly it seemed like it was easier to find good Parrish/Lorne than it was to find McLenka, not that Parrish/Lorne is not fantastic, don't get me wrong, it's just. still), in AUs it's basically original fiction anyway and rageprufrock is just that good a writer. I'm tired and achy and hopefully not actually coming down with anything, but screw it, the snowfall was pretty much the last thing I needed for this apartment to cement itself as a home and an anchorpoint, the Shakespeare books don't need a bookend anymore because they take up an entire long shelf with no room to spare, and I think we may in fact now have copies of every single play, which is seriously super cool. I'm wearing the necklace Melody gave me for solo-ensemble one year and the dishes are all done and the bread is rising and we are all stocked up on groceries and life is amazing.

Goodbye.

Tei

Nov. 16th, 2011 02:28 pm
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So, hey, one of the best (frivolous) purchases I have made all year is a 6-cup teapot in a lovely green and a glass teapot warmer, along with the 50-count bag of tealights I bought last year. I am sitting here and enjoying endless cups of chai tea with honey, and it is just about as perfect as you can get.

I seem to have a thing for the color green lately, actually, which is interesting. I always used to just reach for whatever shade of blue was available, or lavender if they had it, but now I'm all about greeeeen.

We now have tickets to Stratford, which was literally nightmare-inducingly stressful, but ALL IS WELL. I've even started putting together a comprehensive excel sheet scheduling our time there HUR I AM SO ORGANIZED HUR.

The mist on the window is sparkling in the sunlight.

Goodbye.
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I have been frustrated in the past few days by my complete inability to be at my best during daylight hours. I've several errands that can only be run during the time the rest of the world keeps, and yet every time morning edges into civilized hours I find myself either crashing to sleep or tangled up in whatever. I don't even know. It's a little annoying, though.

Despite that, I have been making some headway into my many lists, and also in organizing my lists of what is yet to be done. There are excel sheets, which I cannot but feel is a little excessive, but it's also convenient.

Worf likes her new window-perch, though I think she's still ambivalent about the foam cushion. I am trying to not panic as box-office opening day for Stratford looms. Trying to Stay Organized and Make Plans. Arrrrrgh I am so bad both at Being Organized and at Laying Plans. HELP ME, EXCEL SPREADSHEETS.

Sickness pretty much gone, save for the lingering cough. Damn cough.

I don't have much to say that is exciting to anyone but me, I am afraid. And unfortunately, I'm really tired right now and am just going to go to sleep instead of staying up and getting stuff done when places are open. Because I am a lazy shibi, but also because for all that I've been either too tired to trust my judgement/asleep during any of the useful hours of the past week, I've actually been getting far too little sleep overall. Whatever, it's a Sunday morning in southern Indiana, everything's closed anyway.

Goodbye.

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