"There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. But that will be the beginning."
Some RL things:
Some fun internet things, OR, a linkdump!
Which, btdubs, is my favorite Lady Gaga Song. I mean, come on. Spanish! Lady Gaga! How can it get better than this? I'm normally a serious accent snob, and Lady Gaga's accent is, well, it's French, is what it is. Let's be honest. But I don't care, because she's trying! (The reasons for which I love Lady Gaga are long and would take up most of this page if I tried to enumerate them. Let's settle for: she's a creative and interesting performer, she's got a stance on civil rights that I really admire, and she worked and works really, really hard to do what she does, be where she is. That's no small potatoes.)
Anyways, the performance. SO FUNNY, you guys, SO FUNNY. Ferguson changes some of the lyrics to fit his interpretation, and they work, much to his credit. (Except for the burrito thing, seriously. That is not on, dude.) He brings out nuances that get lost in the original version, and brings up some interesting...let's call them intimations.
It really kills me that someone took the time to sit down and write out why, exactly, Spock and Uhura won't last. (Like their silly little timeline could stand in the way of the epic LURV of one James T. Kirk and S'chn T'gai Spock*?) And that they linked to that creepy baby-staring experiment.
Exerpt:
"But Spock, true to his Vulcan nature, displays the classic symptoms of emotional unavailability. It's bred into him that Vulcans pride themselves on squelching any emotional displays in favor of cold, calculating logic. Those are awesome traits for troubleshooting a starship's warp coil, but not so much for making a female human feel loved.
We humans are pretty much programmed this way from birth, as scientists recently figured out with this terrifying experiment where they observed the effects of staring coldly at a baby."
AWESOME.
HEART. Nothing else needs to be said.
I've bolded the pertinent part:
"Morning. And it begins like any other routine morning in the lives of millionaires Bruce Wayne and his ward, Dick Grayson...
Some art student pulled this out of their ass at the last minute for their final and...actually came up with something awesome.**
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
-The Waking, by Theodore Roethke
*Spelling?
**I don't actually know if this is true. I'm just pulling stuff out of my ass.
- I had two new cousins - or cousins once-removed, 'cause they were born to cousins of my generation - born this week. One on Tuesday, one on Thursday. Really cute, really tiny. Like, so tiny. And actually cute instead of looking still uncooked, so. Plus.
- My brother's season is coming to an end soon, so I've been acting like a sulky bitch. First off, I won't have any more lacrosse games to go to twice-weekly - which, considering how I am about sports, well, that was quite a surprise. Let's just say I'd way rather participate than watch and leave it at that. Second of all, the seniors on his team are graduating, which means I won't get to see them, or their parents again. And, granted, I know more *about* the boys and actually know the parents better, but, still. I'm really going to miss them all. Especially the team captain's father, Pete. He's a giant sweetie, and so damn fatherly. I've only got until they win or lose their last game, so. I hope they keep winning.
- AP tests are done. Which, again, means students moving on, loss, rebirth, whatever, etc. In the end, it means I don't get to keep my favorites. And I've just realized that this means if I stay in academia as intended, this is going to hit me every. single. year. for the rest of my career.
Like the past eight years hadn't already made that clear. She said sardonically.
Some fun internet things, OR, a linkdump!
Which, btdubs, is my favorite Lady Gaga Song. I mean, come on. Spanish! Lady Gaga! How can it get better than this? I'm normally a serious accent snob, and Lady Gaga's accent is, well, it's French, is what it is. Let's be honest. But I don't care, because she's trying! (The reasons for which I love Lady Gaga are long and would take up most of this page if I tried to enumerate them. Let's settle for: she's a creative and interesting performer, she's got a stance on civil rights that I really admire, and she worked and works really, really hard to do what she does, be where she is. That's no small potatoes.)
Anyways, the performance. SO FUNNY, you guys, SO FUNNY. Ferguson changes some of the lyrics to fit his interpretation, and they work, much to his credit. (Except for the burrito thing, seriously. That is not on, dude.) He brings out nuances that get lost in the original version, and brings up some interesting...let's call them intimations.
- 5 Movie Romances That Won't Last (According to Science) on cracked.com
It really kills me that someone took the time to sit down and write out why, exactly, Spock and Uhura won't last. (Like their silly little timeline could stand in the way of the epic LURV of one James T. Kirk and S'chn T'gai Spock*?) And that they linked to that creepy baby-staring experiment.
Exerpt:
"But Spock, true to his Vulcan nature, displays the classic symptoms of emotional unavailability. It's bred into him that Vulcans pride themselves on squelching any emotional displays in favor of cold, calculating logic. Those are awesome traits for troubleshooting a starship's warp coil, but not so much for making a female human feel loved.
We humans are pretty much programmed this way from birth, as scientists recently figured out with this terrifying experiment where they observed the effects of staring coldly at a baby."
AWESOME.
HEART. Nothing else needs to be said.
I've bolded the pertinent part:
"Morning. And it begins like any other routine morning in the lives of millionaires Bruce Wayne and his ward, Dick Grayson...
Some art student pulled this out of their ass at the last minute for their final and...actually came up with something awesome.**
- And for kicks, one of my favorite poems.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
-The Waking, by Theodore Roethke
*Spelling?
**I don't actually know if this is true. I'm just pulling stuff out of my ass.