When 140 characters are not enough…
… One goes back to the old habits. It’s been a while, how are you all? No one here? I know, I am not here either. Actually that’s a lie. I do read livejournal, I just can’t be bothered to write anything. Too little time, too little energy or maybe I am just too lazy.
A lot has happened during the past several months. Some lives, some fan meetings, a little bit of Zero, Tsukasa and Karyu along with inevitability, or should I better say unavoidability, of Kirito and a bunch of vk bands I wish I could forget (Crazy Shampoo being the most horrific example). I am too lazy to write about most of it. Some stories should never be told. Like that one of a party when I am the only girl in attendance with 20+ guys and one of them suddenly takes out a pink vibrator. “A souvenir from Guam,” he says. Awkward is an understatement, sexual harassment is more like it, but the number of the beer bottles on the table make it all less important. That and the fact that I am not to be messed with. But I promised not to tell about it, didn't I?
Back to the topic of 140 characters not being enough, while at the same time feeling like I’d rather spare the world another one of my tweeting sprees.
I remembered all of sudden that there were times when my fascination with music helped my language studies. I used to translate Queen lyrics first, and then there came Marilyn Manson. In the case of Japanese rock, I read and translated the interviews, but for some reason I never cared for lyrics. I was discussing music with a friend some time ago and in particular the fascination of Japanese artists with English language, like using it in the lyrics all the time, because it so ~cool~. She asked me: “Don’t Russian artists do the same?” and I laughed and said: “No! I can’t think of anyone and I can’t even imagine that. It’s so pretentious!” Now that I think about it that explains it. Maybe somewhere on a subconscious level I felt that, when one goes out of their way to make half literate sentences in the language they don’t really know, it can’t be about the meaning - it must be about the form. And that’s hardly worth even five minutes of my time. Nevermind the fact that I already spent more than that typing my ~deep~ and ~meaningful~ insights up.
Anyway that spared everyone several tweets. So… how have you all been doing?
A lot has happened during the past several months. Some lives, some fan meetings, a little bit of Zero, Tsukasa and Karyu along with inevitability, or should I better say unavoidability, of Kirito and a bunch of vk bands I wish I could forget (Crazy Shampoo being the most horrific example). I am too lazy to write about most of it. Some stories should never be told. Like that one of a party when I am the only girl in attendance with 20+ guys and one of them suddenly takes out a pink vibrator. “A souvenir from Guam,” he says. Awkward is an understatement, sexual harassment is more like it, but the number of the beer bottles on the table make it all less important. That and the fact that I am not to be messed with. But I promised not to tell about it, didn't I?
Back to the topic of 140 characters not being enough, while at the same time feeling like I’d rather spare the world another one of my tweeting sprees.
I remembered all of sudden that there were times when my fascination with music helped my language studies. I used to translate Queen lyrics first, and then there came Marilyn Manson. In the case of Japanese rock, I read and translated the interviews, but for some reason I never cared for lyrics. I was discussing music with a friend some time ago and in particular the fascination of Japanese artists with English language, like using it in the lyrics all the time, because it so ~cool~. She asked me: “Don’t Russian artists do the same?” and I laughed and said: “No! I can’t think of anyone and I can’t even imagine that. It’s so pretentious!” Now that I think about it that explains it. Maybe somewhere on a subconscious level I felt that, when one goes out of their way to make half literate sentences in the language they don’t really know, it can’t be about the meaning - it must be about the form. And that’s hardly worth even five minutes of my time. Nevermind the fact that I already spent more than that typing my ~deep~ and ~meaningful~ insights up.
Anyway that spared everyone several tweets. So… how have you all been doing?