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1. I have turned into an old woman. This summer is ridiculously lukewarm, a bare mid-70s high, I think, and I spend the chilly mornings in the even chillier air-conditioned library basement of the local community college. (Yes, the driver's ed class.) I enjoy a few minutes of feeble sun before boarding the bus for Flushing. And amazingly, just when I'm already covered with goosebumps, the bus' air conditioning actually works! So today I was smart and sat in that middle seat in the back, right above the exhaust pipe, which is normally uncomfortably hot in the summer, at least any normal summer. I felt like a grandmother sitting on the hot ondol floor, groaning comfortably about how relaxing the heat is for rheumatic joints. >_>
2. While on the aforementioned bus, I saw a boy with pointed ears. No, it wasn't the angle because I kept peering at him from different angles to make sure that yes, he really did have perfectly natural pixie ears. He had a round chubby face, though, which made him look more like a cheerful brownie than one of Tolkien's elves. Very adorable boy.
3. Qin Zhong died! No! I liked the schoolboy friendship between Qin Zhong and Bao-yu; it reminded me of young Hans Buddenbrook and that little Count Whatshisname. ;_;
4. I did a despicable thing today. I went into Morning Glory to browse and ended up buying one of those cute Blue Bear planners that Asian girls are notorious for carrying around. (Ahem,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aetherangelette!) It's actually pretty plain, for a planner, and it wasn't too expensive because it was on sale. And yes, I do need a planner. But I feel guilty about it, nevertheless. Jumping on the bandwagon five years late, that's me.
5. Did I mention that I watched Whale Rider last weekend? Please see if you haven't already. I mean, even I cried, and I usually don't cry at movies. We saw it in this neighborhood movie theater that plays only indie or foreign films: very small, very cramped, lots of popcorn on the floor, and entirely elderly audience. There was this fashionable looking old woman in immaculate makeup and brand name bag who proceeded to ask questions in French of the Jewish boy manning the ticket booth. (Just to test his knowledge of European languages.) Impeccable pronounciation, but just a little bit arrogant. Nice character, should remember her in case I ever need it for an English fiction assignment.
6. We ordered a queen size bedframe from Ikea, and they so obligingly left out the instructions on how to construct it. -_- We had them fax part of the missing booklet, but our fax machine jammed. My father's putting it together nevertheless, in order to obliquely show off his mechanical ingenuity.
7.lush_rimbaud wrote back from West Point! ::cheers:: She sounds happy, thank goodness. L.D., apparently it takes about three to four days for the mail to reach West Point, so you can send those photos now, if you wish. I get the feeling that Lyd-chan barely scraped out the time to write this belated reply though. Training sounds tough and ceaseless.
8. I had a vague idea for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
temps_mort challenge, but I realized I can't write humor. Also, I think my fic ideas are getting more and more implausible. I may give up altogether if it weren't for the fact that the Weaver and the Cowherd idea is still wriggling around in my head.
9. Why do all the teenage girls on the DWJ mailing list adore Torquil? He's one of the siblings from Archer's Goon, no? Or maybe I'm just off completely. But I much preferred Hathaway, and even he isn't my favorite DWJ character. Howl is a universal favorite, not surprisingly, but I think "Tam Lin" character (again, I forget his name) from Fire and Hemlock should also be at the top of the polls. Or what about Mordion? Or Chrestomanci, whose acquaintance I made first?
...Tari
Post-script: Oh, I finally finished the first chapter of Origin. >_> I'm actually kind of slow with non-fiction, being too used to skimming for research papers. I can't read a book straight anymore. ::mournful:: It's also annoying because I know Darwin's argument backwards and forwards (memorized it three times for biology tests). The new part should be the evidence he uses to support the argument, but unfortunately my hindsight perspective with its knowledge of genetics makes slogging through the lists of examples rather tiresome. A shame, because Darwin writes so clearly, with obvious humility. I don't mean subservience though. He carefully refrains from showing off with a kind of methodical caution that is really quite delightful. I should imagine that he had very fine, gentle hands.
1. I have turned into an old woman. This summer is ridiculously lukewarm, a bare mid-70s high, I think, and I spend the chilly mornings in the even chillier air-conditioned library basement of the local community college. (Yes, the driver's ed class.) I enjoy a few minutes of feeble sun before boarding the bus for Flushing. And amazingly, just when I'm already covered with goosebumps, the bus' air conditioning actually works! So today I was smart and sat in that middle seat in the back, right above the exhaust pipe, which is normally uncomfortably hot in the summer, at least any normal summer. I felt like a grandmother sitting on the hot ondol floor, groaning comfortably about how relaxing the heat is for rheumatic joints. >_>
2. While on the aforementioned bus, I saw a boy with pointed ears. No, it wasn't the angle because I kept peering at him from different angles to make sure that yes, he really did have perfectly natural pixie ears. He had a round chubby face, though, which made him look more like a cheerful brownie than one of Tolkien's elves. Very adorable boy.
3. Qin Zhong died! No! I liked the schoolboy friendship between Qin Zhong and Bao-yu; it reminded me of young Hans Buddenbrook and that little Count Whatshisname. ;_;
4. I did a despicable thing today. I went into Morning Glory to browse and ended up buying one of those cute Blue Bear planners that Asian girls are notorious for carrying around. (Ahem,
aetherangelette!) It's actually pretty plain, for a planner, and it wasn't too expensive because it was on sale. And yes, I do need a planner. But I feel guilty about it, nevertheless. Jumping on the bandwagon five years late, that's me.5. Did I mention that I watched Whale Rider last weekend? Please see if you haven't already. I mean, even I cried, and I usually don't cry at movies. We saw it in this neighborhood movie theater that plays only indie or foreign films: very small, very cramped, lots of popcorn on the floor, and entirely elderly audience. There was this fashionable looking old woman in immaculate makeup and brand name bag who proceeded to ask questions in French of the Jewish boy manning the ticket booth. (Just to test his knowledge of European languages.) Impeccable pronounciation, but just a little bit arrogant. Nice character, should remember her in case I ever need it for an English fiction assignment.
6. We ordered a queen size bedframe from Ikea, and they so obligingly left out the instructions on how to construct it. -_- We had them fax part of the missing booklet, but our fax machine jammed. My father's putting it together nevertheless, in order to obliquely show off his mechanical ingenuity.
7.
lush_rimbaud wrote back from West Point! ::cheers:: She sounds happy, thank goodness. L.D., apparently it takes about three to four days for the mail to reach West Point, so you can send those photos now, if you wish. I get the feeling that Lyd-chan barely scraped out the time to write this belated reply though. Training sounds tough and ceaseless.8. I had a vague idea for the
temps_mort challenge, but I realized I can't write humor. Also, I think my fic ideas are getting more and more implausible. I may give up altogether if it weren't for the fact that the Weaver and the Cowherd idea is still wriggling around in my head.9. Why do all the teenage girls on the DWJ mailing list adore Torquil? He's one of the siblings from Archer's Goon, no? Or maybe I'm just off completely. But I much preferred Hathaway, and even he isn't my favorite DWJ character. Howl is a universal favorite, not surprisingly, but I think "Tam Lin" character (again, I forget his name) from Fire and Hemlock should also be at the top of the polls. Or what about Mordion? Or Chrestomanci, whose acquaintance I made first?
...Tari
Post-script: Oh, I finally finished the first chapter of Origin. >_> I'm actually kind of slow with non-fiction, being too used to skimming for research papers. I can't read a book straight anymore. ::mournful:: It's also annoying because I know Darwin's argument backwards and forwards (memorized it three times for biology tests). The new part should be the evidence he uses to support the argument, but unfortunately my hindsight perspective with its knowledge of genetics makes slogging through the lists of examples rather tiresome. A shame, because Darwin writes so clearly, with obvious humility. I don't mean subservience though. He carefully refrains from showing off with a kind of methodical caution that is really quite delightful. I should imagine that he had very fine, gentle hands.
