Blair Hall Apts., on the Feast of St. Gregory the Great
All the fic I wrote for
31_days can be found here, but I thought I ought to put up a more informative list of links here:
When I started off writing this month's themes, I had this vague idea of dedicating a fic to every person on my friends list, but then I realized (to my surprise) that I had more than thirty-one friends on my friends list, and also that I didn't always know what series would be appropriate to dedicate to them. ::scratches head:: My apologies to everyone I left out...
Yes, I wrote something for all thirty-one days of August. I don't know how I managed to do it nor do I think I'll ever be able to do it again. >_> The conclusions drawn from this whole experience: (1) deadlines do funny things to my brain, (2) I've watched/read more animanga series than I thought, and (3) if I only applied this brand of obstinacy to my schoolwork, I'd be a lot happier with my GPA.
Next on the writing agenda: (1) sit myself down to edit, (2) start writing that sequel to Balance, (3) return to working on
52_flavours, (4) finish those Weiß Kreuz 20 themes...
I can't bring myself to comment on the hurricane. Other people have better expressed outrage and confusion. All I can say is that I'm writing out a check to the Red Cross as soon as I get back to campus (I think the university has some sort of system up where they'll match student donations dollar for dollar), and I feel horrible for not doing more.
Went hiking with my parents near the Seven Lakes region upstate today. We took a slow, meandering, gravelly trail all the way to the summit, where we picnicked by the lake. Our lunch: bulgogi with mushrooms, kimchi, and rice. We passed by many Korean people on our way up; I suppose they all had the same idea as we did. My parents reminisced about going hiking in the mountains in Korea--the peninsula is 70% mountainous, you know, and if you've looked at my travel diary posts, I'm sure you'll notice how I wax poetic in maudlin fashion about the landscape--and for once, I had something of my own to say. My mother said that there was nothing better in the world than to reach the top, sweaty and exhausted, and eat hot stew or ramen, cooked on a portable gas range. Apparently, that sort of thing is allowed in Korea. Yet another thing I failed to do in the short two weeks while I was there. Mountains make my parents peculiarly nostalgic. Perhaps it's the juxtaposition of the familiar and the strange: they are reassured by the sight of forested slopes and peaks, but a thousand little details remind them that they are, nonetheless, in a different country. What strikes me, however, is that I will never quite share this feeling. Does that sound sad? But I don't think it is, because despite these miles and miles of difference between my parents' perspective and mine, we've never failed to understand one another.
Yours &c.
All the fic I wrote for
- August 2005
- 1: [Hana Yori Dango - Tsukushi/Doumyoji] Observation, for
team7 - 2: [Death Note - Light/Misa] All for the Sake of Justice, for
sub_divided - 3: [Naruto - Sasuke] Betrayals, for
kenbu - 4: [Glass Mask - Ayumi, Maya] On the Art of Burning Bridges, for
tokyofish - 5: [original] Other, for
aetherangelette - 6: [Gundam Wing - Treize, Zechs] Let me die young, for
lush_rimbaud - 7: [Peacemaker Kurogane - Hijikata, Okita] Ippon, for
tryogeru - 8: [Card Captor Sakura - Syaoran/Sakura] All they need, for
faeryetale - 9: [Full Metal Alchemist - Roy] Child's Play, for
jaebi_lit - 10: [Howl's Moving Castle - Howl/Sophie] A Girl Like That, for
memlu - 11: [Harry Potter - Sirius, Severus] Identity, for
issen4 - 12: [Trigun - Vash, Wolfwood] O Sisyphus, for
ladydaera - 13: [Discworld - Vetinari, Vimes] Interrogation, for
fadedcliche - 14: [Anne of Green Gables - Gilbert/Anne] Wait, for
lazulisong - 15: [Hanazakari no Kimitachi e - Sano/Mizuki] Flying, for
solidark - 16: [Bleach - Ichigo/Rukia] Hunger, for
derlirum - 17: [Monster - Anna] Twin, for
khursten - 18: [Kareshi Kanojyo no Jijou - Arima/Miyazawa] Interdependence, for
schwimmerin - 19: [The Secret Garden - Colin/Mary] A Reminder, for
serendip - 20: [Prince of Tennis - Tezuka/Fuji] The Meaning Behind Tenacity, for
ayatsujik - 21: [The Sandman - Desire] Illusions, for
irian - 22: [Rurouni Kenshin - Kenshin/Kaoru] Dance, for
delentyevox - 23: [Vampire Princess Miyu - Miyu, Larva] Eleven White Roses, for
autophanous - 24-28: [Hikaru no Go] Balance, for
murinae - 29: [Weiß Kreuz - Farfarello, Schuldich] Vandalized, for
aishuu - 30: [Shaman King - Yoh/Anna] A Question, for
ldmoonflower - 31: [original] The Book
When I started off writing this month's themes, I had this vague idea of dedicating a fic to every person on my friends list, but then I realized (to my surprise) that I had more than thirty-one friends on my friends list, and also that I didn't always know what series would be appropriate to dedicate to them. ::scratches head:: My apologies to everyone I left out...
Yes, I wrote something for all thirty-one days of August. I don't know how I managed to do it nor do I think I'll ever be able to do it again. >_> The conclusions drawn from this whole experience: (1) deadlines do funny things to my brain, (2) I've watched/read more animanga series than I thought, and (3) if I only applied this brand of obstinacy to my schoolwork, I'd be a lot happier with my GPA.
Next on the writing agenda: (1) sit myself down to edit, (2) start writing that sequel to Balance, (3) return to working on
I can't bring myself to comment on the hurricane. Other people have better expressed outrage and confusion. All I can say is that I'm writing out a check to the Red Cross as soon as I get back to campus (I think the university has some sort of system up where they'll match student donations dollar for dollar), and I feel horrible for not doing more.
Went hiking with my parents near the Seven Lakes region upstate today. We took a slow, meandering, gravelly trail all the way to the summit, where we picnicked by the lake. Our lunch: bulgogi with mushrooms, kimchi, and rice. We passed by many Korean people on our way up; I suppose they all had the same idea as we did. My parents reminisced about going hiking in the mountains in Korea--the peninsula is 70% mountainous, you know, and if you've looked at my travel diary posts, I'm sure you'll notice how I wax poetic in maudlin fashion about the landscape--and for once, I had something of my own to say. My mother said that there was nothing better in the world than to reach the top, sweaty and exhausted, and eat hot stew or ramen, cooked on a portable gas range. Apparently, that sort of thing is allowed in Korea. Yet another thing I failed to do in the short two weeks while I was there. Mountains make my parents peculiarly nostalgic. Perhaps it's the juxtaposition of the familiar and the strange: they are reassured by the sight of forested slopes and peaks, but a thousand little details remind them that they are, nonetheless, in a different country. What strikes me, however, is that I will never quite share this feeling. Does that sound sad? But I don't think it is, because despite these miles and miles of difference between my parents' perspective and mine, we've never failed to understand one another.
Yours &c.
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Date: 2005-09-05 09:06 am (UTC)