tedium + insouciance = usual state of things
I'd intended to spend the day on work, but a long-postponed non-profit chore poked its way to the top of the queue this morning. That, and not being able to stand the mess in my kitchen. *sigh* On the other hand, I'd wanted an excuse to stay home, and I've got Rameau playing in the background (Les Boreades. Weird, creepy, and beautiful).
Other happy things:
Apple pie.
Yeah, it's over a month old, but I only now saw it and it cracked me up: Snapes on a Plane
I don't ship Lucius with anyone -- come to think of it, when he's mentioned in my fics, he's usually dead -- but this Jason Isaacs interview is wicked fun. (Via daily_snitch.) Interviewer: "Shared cell: Lucius Malfoy and Captain Hook. Who's the bitch?"
Also, from January, an article on Carol Ann Duffy:
This week the judges at the TS Eliot poetry awards were unanimous in awarding Duffy the £10,000 prize. The decision, they said, marked "a rare moment of agreement between the critics and the booksellers as to what constitutes great poetry".
In Duffy's case, however, this consensus is hardly new. Not since Philip Larkin has a living British poet straddled the commercial and critical arenas with such finesse. This has prompted several critics to seek common ground between the two authors, some thematic preoccupations to link the dyspeptic Hull librarian with his more expansive, approachable descendant. For her part, Duffy jokes that there is only one similarity. "We are both lesbian poets," she says.
ETA: What M'ris says, about context and sides of the coin and putting down what one picks up. Which is, not incidentally, why working on sermons is actually work. *knits brows, stares at stack of notes some more*
ETA II: Ok, Les Boreades - Paris Opera production, 2003? Music: gorgeous. Choreography: too hyperactive for me, mostly, but it had its moments -- particularly the pas de deux during the hero's reviving of everyone around him, and Apollo's descent from the heavens. Have minor crush on Nicolas Rivenq now. Some incredibly clever staging -- am glad the director got the largest ovation.
Other happy things:
This week the judges at the TS Eliot poetry awards were unanimous in awarding Duffy the £10,000 prize. The decision, they said, marked "a rare moment of agreement between the critics and the booksellers as to what constitutes great poetry".
In Duffy's case, however, this consensus is hardly new. Not since Philip Larkin has a living British poet straddled the commercial and critical arenas with such finesse. This has prompted several critics to seek common ground between the two authors, some thematic preoccupations to link the dyspeptic Hull librarian with his more expansive, approachable descendant. For her part, Duffy jokes that there is only one similarity. "We are both lesbian poets," she says.
ETA: What M'ris says, about context and sides of the coin and putting down what one picks up. Which is, not incidentally, why working on sermons is actually work. *knits brows, stares at stack of notes some more*
ETA II: Ok, Les Boreades - Paris Opera production, 2003? Music: gorgeous. Choreography: too hyperactive for me, mostly, but it had its moments -- particularly the pas de deux during the hero's reviving of everyone around him, and Apollo's descent from the heavens. Have minor crush on Nicolas Rivenq now. Some incredibly clever staging -- am glad the director got the largest ovation.