( Possibly Brain-Dazed Ramblings About The Ethics Of Market Economics' Effect On Literature )

 And I really wonder why that is. Because, seriously, why? I love writing, and playing the harp, and bookbinding, and studying Japanese, but I will expend great amounts of energy to avoid actually doing so. Thinking about it, I've come to the conclusion that I've reached a level of proficiency in all of them where I'm not terrible enough anymore to ( Read more... )

 This is a game I play with myself:

When I grow up, in my kitchen there will be... a KitchenAid mixer, under the window. A four-burner stove, can't decide if gas or electric. My floors will be wood but not have gaps through which food can fall. I will have a row of liqueurs and alcohols, so that no matter what recipe I am making, I will have the ( Read more... )

The first time I came to the house I live in now, I looked across the pond as I was driving in and saw the meadow and nearly drove off the road. It's a half-moon-shaped rough boggy piece of grass and scrubby trees and every time I see it I flash back on this Waterhouse painting, though the black and white photograph of the painting more so than the ( Read more... )

 I have dire suspicions that Herrick was an early Romantic. He keeps going on and on about pastoral this and that, and talking about girls like flowers and going Maying and other popular topics of the Romantics. I mean, I know he was probably trying to convince himself with some of the poems (the ones where he lists the reasons he should be ( Read more... )

There are several reasons why I hate packing. Currently I am embroiled in the beginning of packing, when there are so many things that need packed and I have no idea where to begin. Then it'll be the bit where I have to decide what I have to throw away because there's no way it'll all fit, even with the extra suitcases my mom's bringing, and then ( Read more... )

 So, Scrabble online! Yay, right? Yes and no. There is a problem.

You see, I am good at scrabble, but the computer is better, and - and - and there's a hint button. Which kind of makes words that make me all hot and bothered. Crijik (a triangular sail)! Azoth (mercury) - I can't even begin to describe what Azoth did to me. And then it spelt snarkily ( Read more... )

 In the past, I've been primarily known to write stories which, with the bare minimum of dialogue, take place almost entirely in the main character's head. Not only that, they do so with a minimum of direct on-screen action. And I catch a lot of flak for it, because I'm not perfect at it and sometimes, even though it's a pretty direct look into ( Read more... )

 Sooo the other day, I was coming home from school, and the subway stopped. In the tunnel. There was cement on both sides and the doors were shut and the train was not moving.

I am not, actually, claustrophobic. I like closed spaces on occasion. But I need to be able to choose my closed spaces, and I really need to be able to leave my closed spaces ( Read more... )

 So, my brother really wanted to come to class with me today. He and my sister are on break; sis has come with me to class several times. He decided today was the day.

First class was geisha class. We're still doing presentations in that one. Today's presentations were on the 47 Ronin story, shunga, and the history of prostitution in Japan. Ahem. ( Read more... )