Man, I pledged not to post until I had some fic, but I feel that waiting for another two months might be a bit tiring.

A Periodic Gaddafi Update!
Uganda bars Gaddafi kings' forum I am bummed because this is totally not up to the standards set on the other headlines the BBC offers. What about "Uganda bars 'king of kings,' hosts late Epiphany party ( Read more... )

I promised faded-lilac that I would post a Bloomsbury Group fic-bit that I wrote in class yesterday. Well, I promised her that when "yesterday" was still today, before I got distracted by writing 1400 words of commentfic for her, about how Maurice is astoundingly unaware, and Alec Scudder is fundamentally, the best person ever, even if he can't spell ( Read more... )

I'm reading about the grotesque, and iconography, in a rather dull, but neatly short book by Willard Farnham. In addition to foreshadowing my writing by using words like "incongrouslycomicalsimplybybeingverymuch," there's mention of morality//mystery plays. Well, sign me up! I flip to this section, and read on about John Pickering's 1567 play, wait ( Read more... )

Robert Fagles, September 11, 1933 - March 26, 2008 ( Read more... )

I read Mourning Becomes Electra, for the first time, and Cloud Atlas, for the first-and-a-half time, and my headspace is just weird this morning.

Cloud Atlas is very post-modern (indeed) and it had the odd quality of a wooden Jacob's Ladder. Not the electrical device in movies, but those little blocks of wood, which are tied together with ribbon ( Read more... )

This song is giving me existential angst. "To you the next best thing to playin' and winnin' is playin' and losin'." and also "you look at the world though your smiling eyes." I have rose-colored glasses, please someone confirm this.

Anyway.

Item the first. Black is the Color of My True Love's Hair
Lord of the Rings, by annmarwalkEowyn gets her man, in ( Read more... )