alphabet soup-spoon sitting in the sink...
In a moment I'm off (hopefully) to work out some sort of point for my Rushdie response this week (past Oh Gosh That Guy I Like Him A Lot or Isn't Greek Mythology Endlessly Entertaining) but, in the meantime, a memetastic interlude. This may be all this journal will see for a while; I keep meaning to wander on over here and say something of...oh, I don't know. Interest or substance or action. Or even a straight-up "I am doing this" or "I am feeling this," proper diary fare. I haven't had the urge in forever, though.
I'm contemplating ditching vazavati for a new journal at some point in the future--end of this semester? end of this year? Of course I'd take everyone along with me; this journal's rarely friendslocked these days and I haven't any Internet shame to escape. xD Still, I'd have to think of a new name. I'm also hoping to dust off semicolonized for NaNo this year.
I always say I'm going to do that, though. |D
Memes!
Leave a comment saying, "COMMENT" and I will give you five words I associate with you. Then post about what they mean to you, along with this, at your journal.
From kuzujuk, I received:
Joyce: Oh, my lord. What Does James Joyce Mean to Me: the worst application essay no one ever devised. Though Sarah Lawrence's "Define what learning means to you in 500 words" comes close. Now there's some bullshit. But. Joyce. Ah. Well, he is a person. He's the guy on my wall wearing the polka-dotted bow tie and the eyepatch and the disheartened expression demanding that I devote my entire Life to reading his works; he was a singular sort. I was introduced to Joyce fall semester of freshman year, when Laura (my advisor at the time) told me I ought to take Heather's James Joyce class instead of her fairytales & fantasy class. My response: "James who?" It all seems a bit surreal now. In a way, Joyce spelled the end of my long period of reading/writing fantasy, though Rushdie and The Satanic Verses (and Zimmerman's Metamorphoses) had already started that process for me.
He's kind of a thorn in my side at times. Also, he is preposterously inspiring. He was not himself insane, but there is a wonderful crackling batshit insanity in the sheer volume and density of a book like Ulysses, and his--hmm, energy, forward motion, ambition, linguistic imagination--it's all stuff I'd really like to emulate. He's so much more positive than a lot of his drearier contemporaries. A smirking bastard to be sure, but not half as bad as that asshat T.S. Eliot. Joyce makes me feel very optimistic about the possibilities inherent in language, and the reconciliation of colliding tongues. ♥ I could go on for pages (& with more useful specifics) but I'll stop.
& if anyone ever wants to be talked into reading Joyce, come to me. He's been done a great disservice by his own notability--everyone's all "Oh, Christ, it's James Joyce, that grand inaccessible intellect and his impenetrable books, run awaaaaaay!" when he's really quite relatable and human and hilarious. I swear I swear.
Rain: It's the best, obviously! Well, rain & wind. Particularly thunderstorms. O, and snow, too. Everyone out here in the Northeast says "Ah, riiiight, you're from Seattle" but really my fellow Seattleites often disagree with me on this point too. I almost invariably prefer dark or wintry weather. This is not (as some have said) because I am a secret vampire. Rain means happy Emily prancing about the house running gleefully to and from windows, receiving scowls from every quarter. Also, rain means better writing. Can't write much of anything in full sunlight save mediocre discontented poetry.
Tsubasa: Arguably, my favorite manga. There are some I love as much, but none that I love better. Yes, the ending's a cluster%$#@ and yes, it's as indulgently CLAMPish as CLAMP ever gets. But--Kurogane, damn it. Need I say more? I miss the series terribly. I'm very pleased to have converted bellarabesques to it--soonerbee, I swear, after Moby-Dick this ought to be your next project. Tsubasa is a comfort series for me; it makes me happy and nostalgic.
Corsica: I've got to get back. I don't know how to talk about it anymore. I loved being there. I want to go back with people I know, or maybe by myself. I feel like I misplaced it. It's one of the best experiences I've had; one of the most amazing places I've ever been.
Marlboro: How the hell did I end up a senior? Marlboro is my eccentric, erratic, ice-brittle distraction of a marvelous college. It looks like I will probably be graduating next spring; I'm not entirely certain what will happen after that. It may be easier to figure out What It All Meant once I've got some distance from the place, because right now it doesn't seem like I'll ever leave, but I know I will.
Reply and I'll give you four fandoms. You then have to make an entry writing about your favorite character from each fandom, and why.
From soonerbee:
Goodbye Chains: ...It's Colin. It's always been Colin. I love Banquo, but Colin is my favorite, and I'd also argue that he's always been the hero of the story (for a given value of hero, obviously). I love what a huge dork he is. I love his wacky, ill-advised brand of Communism and his silly sunglasses (though seeing his eyes? o gosh. hello mister) and his mistakes and bizarre good intentions and his smiles when slightly askew and just what a decent guy he is, despite what I believe him capable of doing. I'm afraid for him in Act III. :( Like I said on Facebook, if Act III's plot doesn't consist of 'Colin Has a Picnic and Stays Out of Trouble', I'm going to angst buckets by the time they see this one through.
I ought to mention, though, for the record, that there really isn't a weak character in GC. There are plenty I don't like and a few I'll resent for all time for good reason, but they're all well-written and well-drawn and go read this comic, everybody, seriously.
Eyeshield 21: I'm going to have to side with half the fanbase on this one and say Hiruma, though I have a special fondness for so many damn characters in this (gigantic) cast. xD ♥ Particularly the outrageous hybrids of Utter Cool and Utter Dorkiness. Rui, Akaba, I'm lookin' at you. And I've always been quite fond of Sena, actually--though not my favorite in the series, he's one of my all-time favorite shonen protagonists. But. Hiruma. Hiruma made me laugh the most, and Hiruma managed to be believable (and heartwarming!) when he had no business being believable, and I'm a sucker for magnificent bastards who really do end up giving a damn every time. Plus, he's just a big screw you to every dull or stoic sports-mentor figure in the history of fiction. Ya-ha!
xxxHolic: Auuuuugh! I can't deciiiiide! I like everyone, and I like them best in conjunction with each other. This series is at times so distant and abstract I have to cling to the cast for dear life and I'd happily hang on to every one of them. Which is why I'm so out of sorts post-timeskip, because I want the girls back. >:|
Moby-Dick: Oh, Ishmael, I love you and I am love your archetype, but my heart belongs to Ahab. Good ol' Captain Soliloquy. Yellin' at the gods and talkin' to the sea. In the midst of the personified impersonal, a personality stands here. Nothing is ever going to be as badass as The Candles. soonerbee, just you wait. ♥
I'm contemplating ditching vazavati for a new journal at some point in the future--end of this semester? end of this year? Of course I'd take everyone along with me; this journal's rarely friendslocked these days and I haven't any Internet shame to escape. xD Still, I'd have to think of a new name. I'm also hoping to dust off semicolonized for NaNo this year.
I always say I'm going to do that, though. |D
Memes!
Leave a comment saying, "COMMENT" and I will give you five words I associate with you. Then post about what they mean to you, along with this, at your journal.
From kuzujuk, I received:
Joyce: Oh, my lord. What Does James Joyce Mean to Me: the worst application essay no one ever devised. Though Sarah Lawrence's "Define what learning means to you in 500 words" comes close. Now there's some bullshit. But. Joyce. Ah. Well, he is a person. He's the guy on my wall wearing the polka-dotted bow tie and the eyepatch and the disheartened expression demanding that I devote my entire Life to reading his works; he was a singular sort. I was introduced to Joyce fall semester of freshman year, when Laura (my advisor at the time) told me I ought to take Heather's James Joyce class instead of her fairytales & fantasy class. My response: "James who?" It all seems a bit surreal now. In a way, Joyce spelled the end of my long period of reading/writing fantasy, though Rushdie and The Satanic Verses (and Zimmerman's Metamorphoses) had already started that process for me.
He's kind of a thorn in my side at times. Also, he is preposterously inspiring. He was not himself insane, but there is a wonderful crackling batshit insanity in the sheer volume and density of a book like Ulysses, and his--hmm, energy, forward motion, ambition, linguistic imagination--it's all stuff I'd really like to emulate. He's so much more positive than a lot of his drearier contemporaries. A smirking bastard to be sure, but not half as bad as that asshat T.S. Eliot. Joyce makes me feel very optimistic about the possibilities inherent in language, and the reconciliation of colliding tongues. ♥ I could go on for pages (& with more useful specifics) but I'll stop.
& if anyone ever wants to be talked into reading Joyce, come to me. He's been done a great disservice by his own notability--everyone's all "Oh, Christ, it's James Joyce, that grand inaccessible intellect and his impenetrable books, run awaaaaaay!" when he's really quite relatable and human and hilarious. I swear I swear.
Rain: It's the best, obviously! Well, rain & wind. Particularly thunderstorms. O, and snow, too. Everyone out here in the Northeast says "Ah, riiiight, you're from Seattle" but really my fellow Seattleites often disagree with me on this point too. I almost invariably prefer dark or wintry weather. This is not (as some have said) because I am a secret vampire. Rain means happy Emily prancing about the house running gleefully to and from windows, receiving scowls from every quarter. Also, rain means better writing. Can't write much of anything in full sunlight save mediocre discontented poetry.
Tsubasa: Arguably, my favorite manga. There are some I love as much, but none that I love better. Yes, the ending's a cluster%$#@ and yes, it's as indulgently CLAMPish as CLAMP ever gets. But--Kurogane, damn it. Need I say more? I miss the series terribly. I'm very pleased to have converted bellarabesques to it--soonerbee, I swear, after Moby-Dick this ought to be your next project. Tsubasa is a comfort series for me; it makes me happy and nostalgic.
Corsica: I've got to get back. I don't know how to talk about it anymore. I loved being there. I want to go back with people I know, or maybe by myself. I feel like I misplaced it. It's one of the best experiences I've had; one of the most amazing places I've ever been.
Marlboro: How the hell did I end up a senior? Marlboro is my eccentric, erratic, ice-brittle distraction of a marvelous college. It looks like I will probably be graduating next spring; I'm not entirely certain what will happen after that. It may be easier to figure out What It All Meant once I've got some distance from the place, because right now it doesn't seem like I'll ever leave, but I know I will.
Reply and I'll give you four fandoms. You then have to make an entry writing about your favorite character from each fandom, and why.
From soonerbee:
Goodbye Chains: ...It's Colin. It's always been Colin. I love Banquo, but Colin is my favorite, and I'd also argue that he's always been the hero of the story (for a given value of hero, obviously). I love what a huge dork he is. I love his wacky, ill-advised brand of Communism and his silly sunglasses (though seeing his eyes? o gosh. hello mister) and his mistakes and bizarre good intentions and his smiles when slightly askew and just what a decent guy he is, despite what I believe him capable of doing. I'm afraid for him in Act III. :( Like I said on Facebook, if Act III's plot doesn't consist of 'Colin Has a Picnic and Stays Out of Trouble', I'm going to angst buckets by the time they see this one through.
I ought to mention, though, for the record, that there really isn't a weak character in GC. There are plenty I don't like and a few I'll resent for all time for good reason, but they're all well-written and well-drawn and go read this comic, everybody, seriously.
Eyeshield 21: I'm going to have to side with half the fanbase on this one and say Hiruma, though I have a special fondness for so many damn characters in this (gigantic) cast. xD ♥ Particularly the outrageous hybrids of Utter Cool and Utter Dorkiness. Rui, Akaba, I'm lookin' at you. And I've always been quite fond of Sena, actually--though not my favorite in the series, he's one of my all-time favorite shonen protagonists. But. Hiruma. Hiruma made me laugh the most, and Hiruma managed to be believable (and heartwarming!) when he had no business being believable, and I'm a sucker for magnificent bastards who really do end up giving a damn every time. Plus, he's just a big screw you to every dull or stoic sports-mentor figure in the history of fiction. Ya-ha!
xxxHolic: Auuuuugh! I can't deciiiiide! I like everyone, and I like them best in conjunction with each other. This series is at times so distant and abstract I have to cling to the cast for dear life and I'd happily hang on to every one of them. Which is why I'm so out of sorts post-timeskip, because I want the girls back. >:|
Moby-Dick: Oh, Ishmael, I love you and I am love your archetype, but my heart belongs to Ahab. Good ol' Captain Soliloquy. Yellin' at the gods and talkin' to the sea. In the midst of the personified impersonal, a personality stands here. Nothing is ever going to be as badass as The Candles. soonerbee, just you wait. ♥