the naked all the time
Read anything good lately you guys?
I READ A BOOK USING MY INTELLIGENCE:
One time I had a seminar comparing French Neoclassicism and Hellenic Athens, taught by Norman "*__*" Bryson, and throughout this seminar I sat going *__* because of you know. But in truth I have studied only a sliver of Greek history, like breadth courses in vases and those penis-posts (herms, they are called). Last week I went dutifully to the Pushkin Museum to look at the vases and the herms, but I think I'd better just give up and say, Gosh! about the research. I am pretty sure Mary Renault fluently reads Classical (?) Greek and has actually looked up who won what Olympiad and when, or whatever records exist of that. (How does one even do this.) As an added bonus her narrator, who a) is writing this many years hence as a memoir, and b) leaves out some things I really wish he wouldn't, is not 100% reliable, so the super informed scholar and/or platonic ideal enthusiast who comes across Renault's work can't say nuthin. Masterful.
This particular RPS fic made me want to be a better person. It also made me want to make an FST for it using only hip hop. When it ended, I got kind of depressed because I knew that no matter how thoroughly I ravaged Moscow, I would not find any of the other books. The cover and Wikipedia both promised that there were more books, and the night I got home I was already holding 3 more. Thanks Catie!!!! Is there more about Alkibiades? Or a book about the Spartans? Mary Renault's Spartans are tite. Check out Alexias's buddy at the Olympiad, who sees Lysis wrasslin an ugly fat guy and asks Alexias, "Is that man your lover?"
"Which?"
"The man."
GUUUUUUUUURL
These subjects are sort of relevant to my interests. Manly dudes, doing thangs. Going to battles and wrasslin and defending their honors and idk. Presumably having sex with one-another. Presumably because this is Mary Renault's description of what I sort of got was sex:
I said to my heart, "What mighty power hast thou been defying?"
Truly love may be likened to the Sphinx of the Egyptians, with the face
of a smiling god and a lion's claws. When he had wounded me, all my
longing was to leap into his darkness, and be consumed. I called on my
soul, but it bled away from me like salt washed back into the ocean. My
soul melted and fled; the wound in my foot, which the water had
opened, streamed out scarlet over the wet rock.
Amirite ladies?
Maybe I am not though it's hard to tell huh. I didn't copy that out, either, no homo, I just have a pdf. Such pointers for aspiring pornographers!! But from this book I also learned that I was a fatty, corrupted by a modernity of couches and bagels and Final Fantasy Thirteens. A wart on the face of humanity, whom, next time I lie on a beach, people will try to roll back into the water, shouting, Be free!!! Be free in your home in the ocean!!!!!
Except I am not sure whether the book makes me want to go to the gym or just eat some Greek yogurt. Or should I do both. Or should I just kill myself.
Good RPF on Sokrates, too. Hooking up people he knows are MFEO, telling Spartans "lol no" and so forth. Giving vital relationship advice, like Don't date anyone who gets off on groveling for you, Don't date anyone who gets off on seeing you grovel, and Don't date anyone who uses you to make themselves look better. Just like a proto Dan Savage. I read MR's historical notes and evidently she lovingly reimagined the scene where some guy in the street goes apeshit on Sokrates over an argument involving a mule. (In this version Alexias rides in on a rearing horse to save the day, which is why the book is good.)
I think it was a mule?
whatever
Oh yeah and I cried. Figuratively, not literally. I am not some kind of loser. Am merely super fond of stories featuring successful long-term relationships. Because no matter how perfect one's match, the basic necessity of going through life alongside one-another is going to bring some crap now and then. This sort of narrative is timeless and universal. Like, one of you will get into Stanford Law while the other will get passed over in favor of some asshole who clearly cheated on the LSAT. And maybe then the gettee, being overnice and/or particularly lacking in self-preservation, will say something like, You know, SF State also has a decent program! And then you two will have to work on things, directly or indirectly, for what I assume will be years/forever/every time someone says Stanford. Books acknowledging this delicate balance should be valued as human artifacts, proof that when a love is fuckin rite, it and honesty > crap almost any day.
FUN FACT: You know who loves Mary Renault. Jeffrey Eugenides. I wonder why hmm
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Thanks for all of your concern about the bombing situation last month; your Twitter comments and emails have not gone unappreciated! And thanks for reading my dissertation down there, natives especially;;;;; I've missed you guys bunches and bunches, you really know how to make a girl feel complete.
I'm not going to be around much this week. I've got a mondo demanding top secret contract project keeping me up nights, lots of trips back and forth to LA, and catchup to do on my reedy social life. Super apologies for all these curt IMs, you can still contact the city alight @ AIM and I will say yo
(I also have an account at AIZEN BRAN @ aim but come on.)
I READ A BOOK USING MY INTELLIGENCE:
One time I had a seminar comparing French Neoclassicism and Hellenic Athens, taught by Norman "*__*" Bryson, and throughout this seminar I sat going *__* because of you know. But in truth I have studied only a sliver of Greek history, like breadth courses in vases and those penis-posts (herms, they are called). Last week I went dutifully to the Pushkin Museum to look at the vases and the herms, but I think I'd better just give up and say, Gosh! about the research. I am pretty sure Mary Renault fluently reads Classical (?) Greek and has actually looked up who won what Olympiad and when, or whatever records exist of that. (How does one even do this.) As an added bonus her narrator, who a) is writing this many years hence as a memoir, and b) leaves out some things I really wish he wouldn't, is not 100% reliable, so the super informed scholar and/or platonic ideal enthusiast who comes across Renault's work can't say nuthin. Masterful.
This particular RPS fic made me want to be a better person. It also made me want to make an FST for it using only hip hop. When it ended, I got kind of depressed because I knew that no matter how thoroughly I ravaged Moscow, I would not find any of the other books. The cover and Wikipedia both promised that there were more books, and the night I got home I was already holding 3 more. Thanks Catie!!!! Is there more about Alkibiades? Or a book about the Spartans? Mary Renault's Spartans are tite. Check out Alexias's buddy at the Olympiad, who sees Lysis wrasslin an ugly fat guy and asks Alexias, "Is that man your lover?"
"Which?"
"The man."
GUUUUUUUUURL
These subjects are sort of relevant to my interests. Manly dudes, doing thangs. Going to battles and wrasslin and defending their honors and idk. Presumably having sex with one-another. Presumably because this is Mary Renault's description of what I sort of got was sex:
I said to my heart, "What mighty power hast thou been defying?"
Truly love may be likened to the Sphinx of the Egyptians, with the face
of a smiling god and a lion's claws. When he had wounded me, all my
longing was to leap into his darkness, and be consumed. I called on my
soul, but it bled away from me like salt washed back into the ocean. My
soul melted and fled; the wound in my foot, which the water had
opened, streamed out scarlet over the wet rock.
Amirite ladies?
Maybe I am not though it's hard to tell huh. I didn't copy that out, either, no homo, I just have a pdf. Such pointers for aspiring pornographers!! But from this book I also learned that I was a fatty, corrupted by a modernity of couches and bagels and Final Fantasy Thirteens. A wart on the face of humanity, whom, next time I lie on a beach, people will try to roll back into the water, shouting, Be free!!! Be free in your home in the ocean!!!!!
Except I am not sure whether the book makes me want to go to the gym or just eat some Greek yogurt. Or should I do both. Or should I just kill myself.
Good RPF on Sokrates, too. Hooking up people he knows are MFEO, telling Spartans "lol no" and so forth. Giving vital relationship advice, like Don't date anyone who gets off on groveling for you, Don't date anyone who gets off on seeing you grovel, and Don't date anyone who uses you to make themselves look better. Just like a proto Dan Savage. I read MR's historical notes and evidently she lovingly reimagined the scene where some guy in the street goes apeshit on Sokrates over an argument involving a mule. (In this version Alexias rides in on a rearing horse to save the day, which is why the book is good.)
I think it was a mule?
whatever
Oh yeah and I cried. Figuratively, not literally. I am not some kind of loser. Am merely super fond of stories featuring successful long-term relationships. Because no matter how perfect one's match, the basic necessity of going through life alongside one-another is going to bring some crap now and then. This sort of narrative is timeless and universal. Like, one of you will get into Stanford Law while the other will get passed over in favor of some asshole who clearly cheated on the LSAT. And maybe then the gettee, being overnice and/or particularly lacking in self-preservation, will say something like, You know, SF State also has a decent program! And then you two will have to work on things, directly or indirectly, for what I assume will be years/forever/every time someone says Stanford. Books acknowledging this delicate balance should be valued as human artifacts, proof that when a love is fuckin rite, it and honesty > crap almost any day.
FUN FACT: You know who loves Mary Renault. Jeffrey Eugenides. I wonder why hmm
*
Thanks for all of your concern about the bombing situation last month; your Twitter comments and emails have not gone unappreciated! And thanks for reading my dissertation down there, natives especially;;;;; I've missed you guys bunches and bunches, you really know how to make a girl feel complete.
I'm not going to be around much this week. I've got a mondo demanding top secret contract project keeping me up nights, lots of trips back and forth to LA, and catchup to do on my reedy social life. Super apologies for all these curt IMs, you can still contact the city alight @ AIM and I will say yo
(I also have an account at AIZEN BRAN @ aim but come on.)