Today after work I went home to change and grab some food, and then headed out to Jesus Green to play a game of rounders with my colleagues (vs. a worthy team of local chartered surveyors), in the twenty-five degree sunlight on the grass, and when I was up to bat I got one rounder and when I was fielding I caught one batsman out (and it turns out ( Read more... )

Hello, internet. I am writing this in my departure gate at JFK, feeling so tired I could cut loose and float away like a balloon. I begin to suspect it is the horrible harsh exhaustion of my body saying, okay, law school, moving out, four days in Manhattan in the pouring rain, being nice to family in CT all very well, but for god's sake GO HOME AND ( Read more... )

In these Troubled Times, the Siren and I have taken to having at least one meal together every day to keep each other going. (Well, I say that like I have any agency in the matter. Today I got a text - be in the law school parking lot in 13.5 min - and complied, submissively ( Read more... )

This is a little early, but what the hell, I'm buzzed and mellow and I want to talk. Today is January 9th, 2011 - another day, nothing special, perhaps. Ten years ago, I was thirteen, nearly fourteen, bright and lost and looking for something; ten years ago, less six weeks, I discovered a fanfiction archive, a television show and a friend ( Read more... )

So I had a truly dreadful week, but it ended well and I am happy. I got a solid ten hours' sleep last night, woke up to a beautiful autumn day - oh, beautiful; a solid dome of blue, horizon to horizon, trees blushed and gold, a hectic brilliance to everything - and went to the Tompkins County library booksale and bought seven novels for twenty-one ( Read more... )

Last night was the Taruithorn bonfire and Gandalf's fireworks. The moon was out, the night was clear, and teh_elb and I set out from Magdalen Bridge around six with torches and bike lights through the dark towards the river. It was, I said at the time, my kind of adventure - there was darkness, and there was moonlight, and there were whispering rustles in ( Read more... )

Dear grimandancient,

It is 11.34am and I have been awake for about eight minutes.

So far, I have this to say:

sldjgldjgdfkg;dfkgp;fglpf you guys. You. You actually... oh. sdjgdjgdjf, some more.

The community name is perfect.

So are you.

More later when not verklempt.

love,
Iona xx

There is a poem by Lisel Mueller that begins, "Speaking of marvels / I am alive together with you." More prosaically, the the Times spent some column space this week on how, all things considered, life's not so badSo. I am alive. I am in Edinburgh, a city I love enough to think wistfully about the necessity of my being an English lawyer. Yesterday ( Read more... )

So, I may have mentioned at some point earlier this week that shimgray is the proud and somewhat bemused owner of a canoe. Well, a kayak. Well, a CANOE. (I named it Gnu the Canoe. He objects. He is quite wrong about this. I mean, if you had a canoe, what would you call it? Precisely.) I have spent most of my weekend doing things of and pertaining to said ( Read more... )

Yesterday, on a train from London Paddington into Oxford, I spotted a World War Two pillbox in a field. There are actually two of them; they were designed to be anti-tank defences by the railway line against potential advancing forces up the Thames valley, and after sixty years with no invasion, are getting a little mouldering and decrepit. One ( Read more... )