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walkingshadow) wrote2005-12-14 03:27 am
walkingshadow) wrote2005-12-14 03:27 am
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so i'm writing everything down in a spiral notebook
a. in the absence of an actual job, my dad has proposed that he give me money for essentially acting as his secretary. he has ten years of piles of paper—bills, building plans, receipts, annual reports, business cards—and his least favorite chore in the world is sorting through and organizing it all. the paper trail has spilled over into at least four rooms in this house, and his attempt to consolidate it all into one room has been half-hearted at best and unsuccessful at worst. so, in exchange for setting up a filing system—and if you could see my hard drive, you would know how much i adore folders within folders—and paying the household bills, i am taking the money and running.
b. year 22, month 9, day 11 (toby: there was that time i was in elementary school) of career search: STILL NO PLAN. my mother actually asked the other day where i saw myself in five or ten years, and i didn't laugh in her face OR burst into tears, but i did have to quickly leave the room. honestly? i'm peter from office space. given the choice, i would do nothing.
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gjstruthseeker would like for me to roadtrip it up to gainesville this week, and i would like to go. the lack of a car puts a little crimp in this plan, but i'm going to see what i can do. i hear the weather is lovely this time of year!
d. speaking of lovely weather in places that aren't south florida: who would like a scarf? if you would like one, i would love to make you one. for testimonials i suppose you can refer togjstruthseeker, zeplum, vongroovy, silentfire, or malelia_honu, all of whom got scarves last year that (they said) they liked. i owe isilya, but she's told me to hold off on sending anything until her living arrangements are settled (at which point she will apparently need plenty of warm-weather gear and accessories, as she has mentioned there may be things like chilblains in her future o.O); i just finished another one for mal and am about to start a new one for erika, but other than that i have no commissions and i'm in the mood. so let me know.
e. on saturday my dad woke me up at about one in the afternoon to ask if i was interested in going to an art fair. we ended up spending a couple of hours in the late afternoon at art in the park in the city of plantation, which turned out to be the perfect amount of time. it's a relatively small park and a correspondingly small fair, so we got to see just about everything, but without that eventual glazed and impenetrable feeling of supersaturation that always hits me at the end of a day at the museum or a bigger festival like coconut grove. my dad bought me two prints and an arepa.
f. lists are my new favorite thing. honestly, i don't remember how to write a livejournal entry anymore.
g.malelia_honu and i finally got to see RENT. i kept getting yanked out of the narrative every time i blinked and thought, "that was an interesting editorial decision." and i had some problems with roger, who looked distractingly like kevin bacon and sounded like he'd stepped out of an '80s music video and onto the set of a broadway musical without noticing the transition (also, after hearing the song it took him a YEAR to write, it's no mystery why he used to be the pretty-boy frontman). and i have to say that i love the story and the songs, and some of the wordplay is clever and occasionally brilliant, but it's often trite and awkward—enough that i was impressed several times at the actors singing their lines with straight faces. though i suppose they've had a bunch of practice. that said, the music itself was often enough to affect me orders of magnitude more than spoken lines in a drama ever could. the best moments are the ones when the music and emotion and lyrics—even when they're not the absolute best lyrics—combine and crescendo, as in the climax of the opening (how do you connect in an age . . . what binds the fabric together when the raging, shifting winds of change keep ripping away) and will i?—and that one uses simplicity and repetition incredibly well, something else you wouldn't be able to get outside of a musical number. we went late on a wednesday night and were the only people in the theater. go us.
h. the other daycimorene111 posted a glowing rec for christmastime in the city, a CSI:NY story (mac/danny) by stellaluna_, and i thought to myself, "score!" because i once saw an episode of CSI:NY, and that's all the qualification i need these days to feel myself up to the task of reading in any given fandom. lacking that, a primer will suffice—pictures are a bonus, but not strictly required. so i read this story, and it was fantastic, and then i followed the link back to her ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic100 table and read all of the stories she had listed there; and THEN i settled down in earnest with her webspace and her livejournal memories and burned through her entire oeuvre. i ended with the light from a dying star series, which is this dark and drowning work of beauty that feels like taking a bat to a windshield, because they keep breaking and breaking, but they never shatter.
i. saturday night cousin m. and i ate more sushi and worked our way through disc 3 of boomtown. the more i see of this show the more i fall in love, and the sadder i am that this single season is all we'll ever have. this is a show that cared deeply about continuity and quality, that expected a lot of its audience, and then rewarded them. the A, B, C, D, and E plots all interconnect and serve a purpose—a unified purpose. everything works in support of the plot and themes of the episode and futher character development; everything they do reinforces what we've seen and then tells us something new.
on the how-much-do-we-know-about-our-crimefighters? spectrum, boomtown falls a lot closer to NYPD blue than law & order, but everything's a slow reveal. they definitely control the narrative. and i like these people. they're good people. ray heckler especially is just this stand-up cop and great guy, steadfast and stalwart, and he Does the Right Thing. some time before the start of the show he was implicated by association with a bad-cop scandal, and it obviously eats at him, but they're working the irony, because he's so obviously a good guy and a good man. david mcnorris, the deputy DA, is probably the most pathetic character—the one with the most issues, the one occupying the morally grayest space, the one closest to rock bottom—but even he's sympathetic, he's obviously fighting himself and his history (HELLO CAN YOU SPELL "DADDY ISSUES"), and it looks like he's facing consequences for his actions; he's going to have to change his philosophies and his behavior before his life gets better. i've been watching atlantis, this is all so strange and new!
the last episode cousin m. and i watched had joel finally telling fearless about his wife's attempted suicide (which he knew that fearless already knew about, but it was the telling that was important), and how frightened he still is, and how hard it is to hold it together. fearless had been talking on and on because that's what fearless does, he's a storyteller and he never shuts up, but joel started talking and fearless just sat there and listened, this solid, silent, listening presence. and it all took place in the front seat of their car after they'd just gotten take-out, and it was just gut-wrenching. they do the big emotional stuff a lot, and i feel it every time.
heh, plus they went to the "i was a male child prostitute in a time of war, and it warped me so badly i KILLED MY DAUGHTER IN A FIT OF INSANE RAGE when i thought she'd started whoring herself out too" place. i'm kinda tired of joel's forbidden attraction to teresa the paramedic, but i suppose they're allowed to get *something* wrong.
j. i don't talk much about NCIS, but i love it. it's got great banter and the adorably grumpy mark harmon. actually i like all the characters, even zeva; i'm not crazy about the director, but i am pretty crazy about abby and ducky, and even tony in his own smarmy, approval-seeking way. i don't talk about it much because half the time i forget to watch it, and i'm not particularly fannish about it—though i did read all the recs from the last polyamorous update.
k. catch-up: i'm two weeks behind on house, but i do have them on tape; i'm *three* weeks behind on SGA, butgjstruthseeker sent me "epiphany" and "critical mass" in the mail, and i'm downloading "grace under pressure" piecemeal from oxoniensis right now, so one day i won't have to press my sad little nose up against the glass and stare longingly at everyone's freaking cut tags anymore.
l. grey's anatomy. 1) first of all, everything that's been pissing me off about mcdreamy is summed up succintly byjennyo over here. 2) i'm actually liking meredith more and more as she gets away from the incredibly boring mcdreamy angst and warms up enough to inch closer to her fellow interns. 3) YAY CHRISTINA. 4) YAY BAILEY. 5) loved everyone role-playing to help alex study. 6) YAY GEORGE. ahaha smackdown! merry christmas! 7) in which i see the girlslash, partly because, seriously, i'm half-convinced it was actually there, wrapped up and topped with a bow like a little christmas gift from them to us: they parallel izzie and sheppard when they both won't talk to addison—and it's not professional vs. personal, because it's obviously the *personal* relationship with izzie that addison is looking to fix. and at the very end, when meredith lies down next to izzie on the floor under the tree, in my head it was already fading to black with the two of them rolling toward each other and sliding their hands underneath each other's sweaters, kissing while the lights flashed across them . . . and then george came in. and i thought, dude, it should still happen! and then the dog came in, which was amusing and should have put me off, but i've read so many DS stories where diefenbaker watches that it doesn't even faze me. 8) IT'S WHAT JESUS WOULD FREAKING DO, OKAY?
m. if there's anyone within lj-shot who hasn't downloaded both rumble byshalott and cesperanza and welcome home by permetaform, for the love of god, please do that right now. no passing go, no two hundred dollars, etc. the first is HILARIOUS, seriously, seriously hilarious. i'm going to call these spoilers, because it's just so much better if you don't know what it's about until it's happening:
it's basically an audio/visual recasting of west side story that is PERFECT; every time a new character was introduced, i was like, YES, that is SO THEM. rodney's little face on the first "i feel pretty!" and it's alarming how charming he feels! AND I PITY ANY GIRL WHO ISN'T ME TODAY. oh god. also hilarious was *just* how well john-and-rodney scenes play with a sweeping romantic score; but my favorite part has to be THE-END-QUESTION-MARK. i laughed and laughed and laughed. and laughed some more!
andpermetaform's vid is this gorgeous look at elizabeth and atlantis set to this equally unbelievably gorgeous music, and i keep abusing adjectives, but it's BEAUTIFUL and the story it tells is amazing.
n. site-src: museum of media history: in the year 2014, the new york times has gone offline. the fourth estate's fortunes have waned. what happened to the news? and what is EPIC?
o. next time: ALL THE WAY THROUGH THE ALPHABET. *facepalm*
b. year 22, month 9, day 11 (toby: there was that time i was in elementary school) of career search: STILL NO PLAN. my mother actually asked the other day where i saw myself in five or ten years, and i didn't laugh in her face OR burst into tears, but i did have to quickly leave the room. honestly? i'm peter from office space. given the choice, i would do nothing.
c.
gjstruthseeker would like for me to roadtrip it up to gainesville this week, and i would like to go. the lack of a car puts a little crimp in this plan, but i'm going to see what i can do. i hear the weather is lovely this time of year!d. speaking of lovely weather in places that aren't south florida: who would like a scarf? if you would like one, i would love to make you one. for testimonials i suppose you can refer to
gjstruthseeker, zeplum, vongroovy, silentfire, or malelia_honu, all of whom got scarves last year that (they said) they liked. i owe isilya, but she's told me to hold off on sending anything until her living arrangements are settled (at which point she will apparently need plenty of warm-weather gear and accessories, as she has mentioned there may be things like chilblains in her future o.O); i just finished another one for mal and am about to start a new one for erika, but other than that i have no commissions and i'm in the mood. so let me know.e. on saturday my dad woke me up at about one in the afternoon to ask if i was interested in going to an art fair. we ended up spending a couple of hours in the late afternoon at art in the park in the city of plantation, which turned out to be the perfect amount of time. it's a relatively small park and a correspondingly small fair, so we got to see just about everything, but without that eventual glazed and impenetrable feeling of supersaturation that always hits me at the end of a day at the museum or a bigger festival like coconut grove. my dad bought me two prints and an arepa.
f. lists are my new favorite thing. honestly, i don't remember how to write a livejournal entry anymore.
g.
malelia_honu and i finally got to see RENT. i kept getting yanked out of the narrative every time i blinked and thought, "that was an interesting editorial decision." and i had some problems with roger, who looked distractingly like kevin bacon and sounded like he'd stepped out of an '80s music video and onto the set of a broadway musical without noticing the transition (also, after hearing the song it took him a YEAR to write, it's no mystery why he used to be the pretty-boy frontman). and i have to say that i love the story and the songs, and some of the wordplay is clever and occasionally brilliant, but it's often trite and awkward—enough that i was impressed several times at the actors singing their lines with straight faces. though i suppose they've had a bunch of practice. that said, the music itself was often enough to affect me orders of magnitude more than spoken lines in a drama ever could. the best moments are the ones when the music and emotion and lyrics—even when they're not the absolute best lyrics—combine and crescendo, as in the climax of the opening (how do you connect in an age . . . what binds the fabric together when the raging, shifting winds of change keep ripping away) and will i?—and that one uses simplicity and repetition incredibly well, something else you wouldn't be able to get outside of a musical number. we went late on a wednesday night and were the only people in the theater. go us.h. the other day
cimorene111 posted a glowing rec for christmastime in the city, a CSI:NY story (mac/danny) by stellaluna_, and i thought to myself, "score!" because i once saw an episode of CSI:NY, and that's all the qualification i need these days to feel myself up to the task of reading in any given fandom. lacking that, a primer will suffice—pictures are a bonus, but not strictly required. so i read this story, and it was fantastic, and then i followed the link back to her fanfic100 table and read all of the stories she had listed there; and THEN i settled down in earnest with her webspace and her livejournal memories and burned through her entire oeuvre. i ended with the light from a dying star series, which is this dark and drowning work of beauty that feels like taking a bat to a windshield, because they keep breaking and breaking, but they never shatter.i. saturday night cousin m. and i ate more sushi and worked our way through disc 3 of boomtown. the more i see of this show the more i fall in love, and the sadder i am that this single season is all we'll ever have. this is a show that cared deeply about continuity and quality, that expected a lot of its audience, and then rewarded them. the A, B, C, D, and E plots all interconnect and serve a purpose—a unified purpose. everything works in support of the plot and themes of the episode and futher character development; everything they do reinforces what we've seen and then tells us something new.
on the how-much-do-we-know-about-our-crimefighters? spectrum, boomtown falls a lot closer to NYPD blue than law & order, but everything's a slow reveal. they definitely control the narrative. and i like these people. they're good people. ray heckler especially is just this stand-up cop and great guy, steadfast and stalwart, and he Does the Right Thing. some time before the start of the show he was implicated by association with a bad-cop scandal, and it obviously eats at him, but they're working the irony, because he's so obviously a good guy and a good man. david mcnorris, the deputy DA, is probably the most pathetic character—the one with the most issues, the one occupying the morally grayest space, the one closest to rock bottom—but even he's sympathetic, he's obviously fighting himself and his history (HELLO CAN YOU SPELL "DADDY ISSUES"), and it looks like he's facing consequences for his actions; he's going to have to change his philosophies and his behavior before his life gets better. i've been watching atlantis, this is all so strange and new!
the last episode cousin m. and i watched had joel finally telling fearless about his wife's attempted suicide (which he knew that fearless already knew about, but it was the telling that was important), and how frightened he still is, and how hard it is to hold it together. fearless had been talking on and on because that's what fearless does, he's a storyteller and he never shuts up, but joel started talking and fearless just sat there and listened, this solid, silent, listening presence. and it all took place in the front seat of their car after they'd just gotten take-out, and it was just gut-wrenching. they do the big emotional stuff a lot, and i feel it every time.
heh, plus they went to the "i was a male child prostitute in a time of war, and it warped me so badly i KILLED MY DAUGHTER IN A FIT OF INSANE RAGE when i thought she'd started whoring herself out too" place. i'm kinda tired of joel's forbidden attraction to teresa the paramedic, but i suppose they're allowed to get *something* wrong.
j. i don't talk much about NCIS, but i love it. it's got great banter and the adorably grumpy mark harmon. actually i like all the characters, even zeva; i'm not crazy about the director, but i am pretty crazy about abby and ducky, and even tony in his own smarmy, approval-seeking way. i don't talk about it much because half the time i forget to watch it, and i'm not particularly fannish about it—though i did read all the recs from the last polyamorous update.
k. catch-up: i'm two weeks behind on house, but i do have them on tape; i'm *three* weeks behind on SGA, but
gjstruthseeker sent me "epiphany" and "critical mass" in the mail, and i'm downloading "grace under pressure" piecemeal from oxoniensis right now, so one day i won't have to press my sad little nose up against the glass and stare longingly at everyone's freaking cut tags anymore.l. grey's anatomy. 1) first of all, everything that's been pissing me off about mcdreamy is summed up succintly by
jennyo over here. 2) i'm actually liking meredith more and more as she gets away from the incredibly boring mcdreamy angst and warms up enough to inch closer to her fellow interns. 3) YAY CHRISTINA. 4) YAY BAILEY. 5) loved everyone role-playing to help alex study. 6) YAY GEORGE. ahaha smackdown! merry christmas! 7) in which i see the girlslash, partly because, seriously, i'm half-convinced it was actually there, wrapped up and topped with a bow like a little christmas gift from them to us: they parallel izzie and sheppard when they both won't talk to addison—and it's not professional vs. personal, because it's obviously the *personal* relationship with izzie that addison is looking to fix. and at the very end, when meredith lies down next to izzie on the floor under the tree, in my head it was already fading to black with the two of them rolling toward each other and sliding their hands underneath each other's sweaters, kissing while the lights flashed across them . . . and then george came in. and i thought, dude, it should still happen! and then the dog came in, which was amusing and should have put me off, but i've read so many DS stories where diefenbaker watches that it doesn't even faze me. 8) IT'S WHAT JESUS WOULD FREAKING DO, OKAY?m. if there's anyone within lj-shot who hasn't downloaded both rumble by
shalott and cesperanza and welcome home by permetaform, for the love of god, please do that right now. no passing go, no two hundred dollars, etc. the first is HILARIOUS, seriously, seriously hilarious. i'm going to call these spoilers, because it's just so much better if you don't know what it's about until it's happening:it's basically an audio/visual recasting of west side story that is PERFECT; every time a new character was introduced, i was like, YES, that is SO THEM. rodney's little face on the first "i feel pretty!" and it's alarming how charming he feels! AND I PITY ANY GIRL WHO ISN'T ME TODAY. oh god. also hilarious was *just* how well john-and-rodney scenes play with a sweeping romantic score; but my favorite part has to be THE-END-QUESTION-MARK. i laughed and laughed and laughed. and laughed some more!
and
permetaform's vid is this gorgeous look at elizabeth and atlantis set to this equally unbelievably gorgeous music, and i keep abusing adjectives, but it's BEAUTIFUL and the story it tells is amazing.n. site-src: museum of media history: in the year 2014, the new york times has gone offline. the fourth estate's fortunes have waned. what happened to the news? and what is EPIC?
o. next time: ALL THE WAY THROUGH THE ALPHABET. *facepalm*
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Be afraid when I start getting into SG:A, because I am going to be coming to YOU and begging for direction. ;)
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Be afraid when I start getting into SG:A, because I am going to be coming to YOU and begging for direction. ;)
ahaha, you say it like it's a THREAT. when really, my pimping ways are slow, subtle, and steady: i don't get many, but i get them FOR LIFE. when you're ready, you just say the word.
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Oh, what the heck. I've spent the last couple of months making scarves for other people (and will likely be knitting Christmas Eve anyway), so I'd love a scarf made for me. If you don't have too many requests, that is. My email address is go4it_335 [at] hotmail [dot] com, if you'd rather correspond that way.
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yay! i'm not even going to feel any pressure at crocheting for like, a PROFESSIONAL. (i've taken up knitting, but i'm still in the practice stage, and—really, it's better if i crochet.) do you have favorite colors? *least* favorite colors? people like to say, "whatever you'd like to make!" but it's so much better if it's something YOU want, and, you know, some people look horrible in all shades of green. could you email me your mailing address? i'm at alibisandwine at gmail dot com.
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I wish I had some real sort of advice for your family stuff. You could say that you just need time to sort things out (as if you hadn't already said it before and they'll ever get it) and sit down for some nice family time watching The Graduate. Somewhere out there/on the internet, there must be discussion group questions for the movie intended for kids too damn smart for their own good, in the middle of a transitional period, and stuck in a "Well, now what?" loop.
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THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. thank god you understand. like, i want to sleep till early in the afternoon and stay up until early in the morning, and read five books in one week, and then none for another month; i want to be a freaking lady of leisure. where is our independent wealth? isn't that all that's standing between us and, you know, happiness? people try to encourage us (for our ENTIRE LIVES, you're so right, it's conditioning, it's brainwashing) to find something we want to do, and i'm all, why would i *want* to do something that involves a suit, an office, and the hours between nine a.m. and five p.m. (inclusive)? if i don't care about money, can't i just politely excuse myself from the race to acquire it?
first order of business: sit down and watch the graduate. i'm ashamed to say i haven't seen it (though i'm intimately familiar with the soundtrack), but i'll look for guidance wherever i can get it. the parents are . . . well, they're close to unbearable in their eagerness to help, because they never tell me anything i don't know excruciatingly well, and they could never be as anxious about all this floundering as i already AM. and wow, solidarity really does help—that's miles better than advice. i can see my parents thinking deli-clerk thoughts at me every day they see i still haven't gotten off my ass. it's only a matter of time.