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I had the most unbelievably groggy day, and it's almost entirely due to a kitten, not my work schedule. A CERTAIN KITTEN (not definitively identified, since it was nighttime, my glasses were off, and the kitten in question stayed near my feet...but I'm thinking it was usually or always Jinksy) decided to spend what felt like the entire night hopping up onto my legs with a crinklepuff toy ever hour or so and playing with it for maybe five minutes before wandering off again. It's hard to sleep through ten pounds of kitten frolicking on one's calves.

It kept waking me up just enough to groggily think about shutting the bedroom door, and then he'd be gone again. So I slept badly enough to be actively nodding off at my desk repeatedly all day at the office. At least it wasn't a rough day, and I'm pretty sure I was doing the thing where I was mostly-asleep for only seconds at a time, rather than losing any significant amount of working time. But it kinda sucked. :/

I'm still getting a lot of enjoyment out of seeing so many people's perfume reviews, esp. since the bulk of it is BPAL, and it makes me want to try some of the same scents to compare...but of course, the bulk of my collection is limited edition stuff from over the last few several years, and even my general catalogue stuff is all/mostly on the aged side, so it probably wouldn't smell exactly the same as Lab-fresh imps that some of you are ordering. And unless I actually start wearing what I have, I really need to not start acquiring more. O_O Self, you have something like two hundred scents. That is LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS.

I think it's time to try changing up how I pick what to read, given that for ages now my method has largely been a combination of "buy books and put them on the shelf and don't read them because they don't have to get back to the library, with a few Read Right Now exceptions" and "see what books the library randomly sends me from my hold list because they've been on the list for two years, and then read that if time permits".

New plan: some combination of "go through my holds list and actually prioritize the books that friends have loved dearly (as opposed to enjoyed well enough to rec)" and "read the books I buy". So far, I'm implementing this as follows: cutting the not-terribly-concrete plan, which largely boils down to a few lists of titles and some notes, for anyone who's curious (and for my own reference) )

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Apr. 23rd, 2014 08:55 pm
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William Wordsworth

Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with their pensive citadels;
Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom,
Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom,
High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells,
Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells:
In truth the prison, unto which we doom
Ourselves, no prison is: and hence for me,
In sundry moods, ‘twas pastime to be bound
Within the Sonnet’s scanty plot of ground;
Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be)
Who have felt the weight of too much liberty,
Should find brief solace there, as I have found.


Also, the tag "shakespeare monologue meme" on Tumblr has some lovely things.

The Lover: A Ballad

Apr. 23rd, 2014 11:22 am
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Mary Wortley Montagu

At length, by so much importunity press’d,
Take, C——, at once, the inside of my breast;
This stupid indiff’rence so often you blame,
Is not owing to nature, to fear, or to shame:
I am not as cold as a virgin in lead,
Nor is Sunday’s sermon so strong in my head:
I know but too well how time flies along,
That we live but few years, and yet fewer are young.

But I hate to be cheated, and never will buy
Long years of repentance for moments of joy,
Oh! was there a man (but where shall I find
Good sense and good nature so equally join’d?)
Would value his pleasure, contribute to mine;
Not meanly would boast, nor would lewdly design;
Not over severe, yet not stupidly vain,
For I would have the power, tho’ not give the pain.

No pedant, yet learned; no rake-helly gay,
Or laughing, because he has nothing to say;
To all my whole sex obliging and free,
Yet never be fond of any but me;
In public preserve the decorum that’s just,
And shew in his eyes he is true to his trust;
Then rarely approach, and respectfully bow,
But not fulsomely pert, nor yet foppishly low.

But when the long hours of public are past,
And we meet with champagne and a chicken at last,
May ev’ry fond pleasure that moment endear;
Be banish’d afar both discretion and fear!
Forgetting or scorning the airs of the crowd,
He may cease to be formal, and I to be proud.
Till lost in the joy, we confess that we live,
And he may be rude, and yet I may forgive.

And that my delight may be solidly fix’d,
Let the friend and the lover be handsomely mix’d;
In whose tender bosom my soul may confide,
Whose kindness can soothe me, whose counsel can guide.
From such a dear lover as here I describe,
No danger should fright me, no millions should bribe;
But till this astonishing creature I know,
As I long have liv’d chaste, I will keep myself so.

I never will share with the wanton coquette,
Or be caught by a vain affectation of wit.
The toasters and songsters may try all their art,
But never shall enter the pass of my heart.
I loath the lewd rake, the dress’d fopling despise:
Before such pursuers the nice virgin flies:
And as Ovid has sweetly in parable told,
We harden like trees, and like rivers grow cold.

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Apr. 23rd, 2014 09:34 am
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I suppose this is another one of those "Oops, haven't updated this stuff in ages" posts. Hello, people! I'm still around, more or less!

What have I been up to lately? Writing a lot of fanfic, and poking rather morosely at the type of fiction that is not based on someone else's setting. It's not so much that having the setting pre-made is easier (though it is) or that it's nice to be able to skip the exposition by knowing the readers are already on board (though that's true) or that I can relax a lot more when I don't have to make the setting make any sense (though that does make research a lot faster); it's just that fanfic has such lower expectations, I can just...finish things. Without worrying about editing them.

I am so miserably bad at editing, and find it so stressful, that "I'll fix it in the edit" has stopped being a helpful reminder to keep on writing, and instead some sort of threat. Everything I don't get right the first time will turn into a big fix-it project later, in which I have to intently concentrate on all the flaws in my writing and the ways in which it failed, while attempting desperately to patch things without tearing new holes in anything else.

I may have wandered off topic slightly.

Um. What else. Dog is fine (if still panicking about walks, sigh). Cat is fine. Spouse is fine (despite sleep schedule wonkiness, poor man). Roommate is fine. I am pretty much fine. Life is going pretty well! I'm only taking one class, and it's going just fine.

Well. Mostly fine. I am writing this entry right now instead of doing my Latin homework. Aheh. Um. Yes. Well. I should probably get to that soon.

It looks like I'm going to spend the summer failing to review Greek adequately, and the fall trying to take two difficult Greek classes and audit a difficult Latin class, so that should be...fun? We'll see.

Auction Post

Apr. 23rd, 2014 08:04 pm
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I didn't want to do this. I still don't want to do this. But I have to do this (I am shaking doing this honestly and expecting to be yelled at and shamed for Asking For Money Again. I deserve it most likely). I have to find $200 to pay some bills in four days or I am in serious difficulty in terms of being able to eat and things. Also right now my lack of ability to save or have savings is making my mental health significantly worse (largely because it means I feel even more trapped in a place that is full of reminders of my abuse and some of my abusers) I will do the following things in return for donations.

*Write you a fic of any kind in any fandom we share.
*Knit you a scarf (yarn and colour can be specified, though it may take a while)
*Make you a fanmix for anything you like honestly.


Paypal is mellisha 19 at gmail dot com. (This post can be linked to).

I'm Getting Into Shape

Apr. 22nd, 2014 08:15 pm
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Content: fitness, diet, weight loss, depression )

Aside from that, I'm spending lots of time on Khan Academy and Rosetta Stone. The iPhone apps make it a lot easier to study no matter where I am at least a few minutes a day.
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...but there's something disheartening about realizing that I haven't written anything about Half-Off Ragnarok yet, when she has another book coming out in two weeks.

(I know Sparrow Hill Road was previously available online, at least largely [?], so it technically isn't yet another book she wrote from scratch last year, but still. o_o)

[I will not write a longer post. I will not, I will not, I will not. I will go to bed like a vaguely-sensible adult.]

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Apr. 22nd, 2014 09:27 am
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So. Tuesday. Time to brace myself for my weekly dose of heartache and anguish known as Marvel's Agents of SHIELD...
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[personal profile] umadoshi
Of the things I meant to do this weekend (which is just ending today, because [personal profile] scruloose and I are both in the fortunate position of having Easter Monday off), I did...hardly any. Um. I did get a reasonable amount of freelance work done, but not as much as I'd hoped, and...I watched everything I meant to watch? I guess that's something?

The watch list was: [personal profile] scruloose and Kas and I did successfully show Pacific Rim to [personal profile] wildpear and her husband last night (Sunday, that is), and [personal profile] scruloose and I caught up on the latest episodes of Hannibal, Parks and Recreation, and The Good Wife, and saw the Orphan Black premiere, and I saw this week's Game of Thrones and, just now, Warehouse 13. (Somehow [personal profile] scruloose has wound up watching current episodes of Hannibal, Parks and Recreation, and Person of Interest with me, despite not having seen more than a few glimpses of Hannibal S1 or PoI S1-2, and having seen P&R only intermittently.)

I even have thoughts on a few of those (to add to the growing list of things to post about), but so far the only thing I have notes on other than Cap 2 (and they're sketchy at best) is tonight's episode of W13.

Winter Soldier appears to be showing in 2D as well as 3D now, and if it's still playing next weekend and I'm not swamped, I may make a bid to see it again. I've now seen a few movies in 3D when I've had no alternative, but the only one where I thought it was any sort of benefit was Pacific Rim; I didn't find it made much difference one way or the other with Frozen, and I would've been much happier to get Winter Soldier in 2D, but on opening weekend that wasn't an option.

...that was a long tangent, but what I actually meant to write about really does just boil down to "and I didn't manage anything else I wanted to", which there isn't much to say about anyway. I do wish I'd at least managed to get enough sleep to feel rested, but no.

I don't know--can lethargy be contagious? Because poor [personal profile] scruloose did in fact come down with a cold, and has had it for the entire four-day weekend; as of when he went to bed tonight, it hasn't started easing up yet. :/

So far I have no symptoms, so I'm hoping I've dodged the cold; I don't exactly get sick days at Casual Job, but then, I can hardly ever remember anyone--including the full-time staff, who do get sick time--calling in sick during a work session since I started working there in 2009. It's just not done. And it's the oddest sort of mood about it in the office, because there's no external guilt about the idea. No one says or implies that it'd make more work for everyone else if someone's not there, and when someone can't be there for whatever reason, nobody ever makes comments about it. We all know whoever it is would be there if they could. cut for a bit of length, including a quick tangent into adaptation work and a bit of navel-gazing )

Lakefront 10-Miler

Apr. 21st, 2014 06:22 pm
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[personal profile] ilanarama
A few months ago I received a notice of a conference to be held at the Argonne National Laboratories, near Chicago. The first thing I thought was, "Hmm, this might be useful and interesting." The second thing I thought was, "Hmm, I wonder if there's a race I could run there?"

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Indeed there was: the First Merit Bank Lakefront 10 Miler, a race put on by CARA (Chicago Area Runners Association). My online friend [blogspot.com profile] justrunjim belongs to CARA, and had run the race before and said it was a good one. I decided that it would be a fine way to update my very old (2009) 10-mile PR with a nearly-sea-level race, and made arrangements to stay after the conference with Jim (who'd be running it with me) and his wife (who'd be running a 5K instead).

I had a good time at the conference, getting in three nice runs around the Argonne campus and the lovely crushed-limestone path which encircles it, but my stomach did not handle the conference-catering food well, and I was also not feeling any faster at Chicago's elevation than I am at home. In addition, I had not managed to run as much as I had wanted in the five weeks since running the Canyonlands Half Marathon, averaging only 40mpw rather than the 55-60 I had hoped for. Still, it was a perfect day for me, cold, sunny, and a little breezy, and I thought a target of about 7:20 pace (the slow end of my original goal, also Jim's goal) would be reasonable.

Jim and I lined up fairly close to the front; our friend Scott, a Chicagoan who has several children living in Durango and who I'd met running there, was coming back from injury and placed himself a ways behind us. After too much speechifying and the National Anthem, we were off!

The course begins with a loop to the north on a closed section of road, then hits the bike path and goes south to loop around a small-boat harbor before heading back north again. Along the way it stays on the path except for one short section routed over a grassy knoll, which I think is just the race organizers' way of trying to get a little more elevation change in there than Chicago normally provides. The path was open to other users - walkers, runners, cyclists - and it astonished me to see just how many people were out there. I think I saw as many runners just out for their Saturday morning run as I did actually in the race, and there were nearly 1400 racers!

There was a timing clock at each mile mark, a very nice feature. The first mile seemed awfully long, though, both by comparison to my Garmin (which had beeped some time back) and in absolute terms, and I suspect it was not quite where it should have been. However, it was easy enough to check my own time at each clock, and my total Garmin distance of 10.08 was reasonable for typical Garmin error/tangent issues.

I lost Jim pretty quickly, then caught him again at the grassy knoll around mile 2.7 - then lost him again as my stomach started to complain and my pace slowed. As I approached mile marker 4 I was thinking I might have to duck into a porta-potty, but I held it together and eventually the sensation passed and I felt good enough to accelerate again. I spotted Jim again around mile 7 - he was wearing a black shirt with a distinctive greeny-yellow neon hourglass shape on the back - but although I closed the distance bit by bit, I never could quite catch him. I crossed the line exactly 20 seconds behind him, in 1:12:59 - a 7:18 average pace (7:14 by Garmin) and good enough for 2nd in my age group.

(Also, a woman fell almost directly in front of me about a mile in. The guy who was directly in front of me stopped to help her up, and I zigged around them - but this is the second time in three races someone has fallen right in my path!)

Splits (note that I didn't stop my Garmin immediately; and the HR for the first 3 miles is artificial and should be ignored):
Dist	Pace	Elev chg   Avg HR      	Max HR          Elapsed
1.00	7:20	  -11	  157 (83%)	165 (90%)	0:07:19.69   
2.00	7:14	  +7	  166 (91%)	166 (91%)	0:14:33.68   
3.00	7:12	  +1	  166 (91%)	167 (92%)	0:21:45.57   
4.00	7:22	  +3	  152 (79%)	161 (86%)	0:29:07.29   
5.00	7:17	  -20	  152 (79%)	159 (84%)	0:36:24.72   
6.00	7:09	  +12	  162 (87%)	166 (90%)	0:43:33.64   
7.00	7:14	  -7	  165 (90%)	167 (92%)	0:50:47.71   
8.00	7:07	  +1	  165 (90%)	166 (91%)	0:57:55.18   
9.00	7:12	  +14	  165 (90%)	168 (92%)	1:05:07.49   
10.00	7:07	  -2	  166 (90%)	168 (92%)	1:12:14.00   
10.12	6:52	  -1	  168 (92%)	169 (93%)	1:13:05.26  

I put in a few fields I don't normally post, just to point out that 1) HAHA those elevation numbers! They are NEVER that small around here! and 2) you can see where I wasn't feeling so hot, the slowest miles other than the crowded first. Also my heart rate is interesting because it got right up there to what is basically my 10K HR - yet I didn't feel as though I was (aerobically) particularly working hard. My legs, on the other hand, could simply not go any faster. I was entirely limited by my legs, not my lungs.

This makes me wonder about how I can overcome the limitation of not being able to train my legs to the same level as my lungs, running at altitude. I mean, I can't maintain these 7:07-7:14 paces for longer than a mile at a time, at home; yet here I was, reeling them off if not with ease, at least without too much trouble. Maybe I need to run lots of mile repeats (and half-miles), and run downhill repeats, to get my legs used to rapid turnover.

Anyway, it was a good race (other than the gut issues early), and I'm very pleased with my final stats: 1:12:59, 2/61 AG, 24/742 women, 129/1351 OA. Here's a photo Jim took of the awards ceremony; the woman to my left (on the right) ran 1:06:10, which is like a 6:38 pace - I can't imagine!

lakefront awards
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Pied Beauty

Gerald Manley Hopkins

Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.


In Bohemia

Arthur Symons

Drawn blinds and flaring gas within,
And wine, and women, and cigars;
Without, the city’s heedless din;
Above, the white unheeding stars.

And we, alike from each remote,
The world that works, the heaven that waits,
Con our brief pleasures o’er by rote,
The favourite pastime of the Fates.

We smoke, to fancy that we dream,
And drink, a moment’s joy to prove,
And fain would love, and only seem
To love because we cannot love.

Draw back the blinds, put out the light:
'Tis morning, let the daylight come.
God! how the women’s checks are white,
And how the sunlight strikes us dumb!


From the Dark Tower

Countee Cullen

We shall not always plant while others reap
The golden increment of bursting fruit,
Not always countenance, abject and mute,
That lesser men should hold their brothers cheap;
Not everlastingly while others sleep
Shall we beguile their limbs with mellow flute,
Not always bend to some more subtle brute;
We were not made eternally to weep.

The night whose sable breast relieves the stark,
White stars is no less lovely being dark,
And there are buds that cannot bloom at all
In light, but crumple, piteous, and fall;
So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds,
And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds.
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[personal profile] dira
At long last, my fandomaid story for [livejournal.com profile] tliss!

I meant to write the next Aral/Jole story for this gift, but this story wanted to be written first, so here it is. It owes its inspiration to Refugees of War by salable_mystic, which gave me an idea that never would get out of my head, even three and a half years later, so here it is.

Many thanks to [personal profile] iulia for beta!

Shelter and Solace (10432 words) by Dira Sudis
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Vorkosigan Saga - Lois McMaster Bujold
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Aral Vorkosigan/Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan
Characters: Aral Vorkosigan, Gregor Vorbarra, Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Civil War, Childhood Trauma, Sad Kid, Refugees
Summary:


"We will go to Beta Colony. I have some family there, I think, and--a friend."

another one for the hive mind

Apr. 20th, 2014 08:56 pm
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A good friend has been struggling with some grade-A awful mental health ick for some time now, and has decided that it's time to see a doctor and discuss medication. I've given her my experience and linked her to Crazy Meds, which was helpful for me when I first started out with medication.

Question for the hive mind: Does anyone have any other good informational sites (or books) for OCD/anxiety/PTSD and/or psychiatric medication in general that might be helpful for someone who is seriously stressed out about the idea of taking medication and seeing a psychiatrist?

(I'm deliberately leaving this public. Signal boosting is welcome.)
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[personal profile] bessemerprocess
your home, your grave (1652 words)
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Details cut for Cap 2 Spoilers )


Toughness (2887 words)
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Relationships: Teddy Altman/Owen Hunt/Cristina Yang
Additional Tags: Alcohol, Grief/Mourning, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Domestic Violence, Shooting, Season/Series 06, Episode: s06e24 Death And All His Friends
Summary: If they can survive this, Teddy thinks, they can survive anything.

Rec of the day

Apr. 21st, 2014 12:25 am
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Questions and Answers by [fanfiction.net profile] Alex-Kade
Gen; team; crack (about the same level as the movie); K; 1282 words
Summary: Ben wants to help take care of Hansel's little witch diabetes issue.

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Apr. 20th, 2014 01:35 am
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Back in my first year of grad school here Monk talked me into coming to Easter vigil with him at the tiny campus chapel in exchange for him picking up the beer and wings after to break the fast. While I am no longer Catholic (and they changed the liturgy between when I was a kid and now) it still smells and sounds right in a way I enjoy. Also, fire. I really like fire. And so we've gone every year, this year was no exception, except this year our bar of choice was out of hot wings. Which was disappointing, especially since with fifteen baptisms it took forever and everyon involved was hungry. Boneless wings are just not the same. We ate them anyway and had a good time, so all in all not a bad night, if not as planned.

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