afterwards, the parenthetical comment went and had a lie-down
Starting the new semester tomorrow: must redouble my efforts, and be more of an Amundsen than a Scott. What, yes, that is the appropriate analogy, and not at all fantastical or crass. On the drive from southern New York to southern Ohio, with stops in Pittsburgh and Columbus, my mother and I switched off reading Huntford's "The Last Place on Earth: Scott and Amundsen's Race to the South Pole" which is very largely a "compare and contrast, here are some facts about skiing" yet is completely inspirational. In terms of the above formulation, not so much in the "people and their issues with empire, also freezing to death" but we didn't get to that bit, which is tragically un-Norwegian of us, but since there were no dudes sitting around crying after victory I think the whole affair was not really very Nordic at all.
this, however, got me away from thinking about the collection of fanfiction stories about the all-female NHL, which is not now a thing but how I wish it were. (both of those: a yearning for the stories, and a politicized longing of the most wonderful kind for the non-fiction.) Richard working for the war effort! Salming putting your teeth through the back of your head where they so obviously belong even if she is European as Santa Lucia is not the only model of Swedish femininity, listen to her. Also all the hookups basically ever (but especially Phaneuf/Cuthbert and Shanahan/McCarty if you don't like that particularly the second -- fibs. I mean, even if you intend to have sex before 2014 and don't want to picture hot oral.) It's a thing of majesty and of women having good times on and off the ice! How is this not infinitely desirable in all permutations and forms, please can we talk about gender and work and money, with a side-line in make-outs and family planning?
Unfortunately for my dreams, but plus for "ability to watch a game without sounding like a crazy person" (yours perhaps -- not mine, for that ship has certainly SAILED) I cannot recapture what I did in December, where for Yuletide I wrote for slowascent There's Good in Everything which is about history and the penumbra of growing up yawning right there and for me, desperately covering for the fact that I have never been to Vancouver. (clever: let's set it in a single room! and attempt to bully beta readers into providing all facts!) Also, I wrote other stuff.
On fineness: the holidays were very nice! I saw fortevivace and faded-lilac for penguins and reminisce. Later, talked with my brother about robots, period-accurate underwear, and rates of fire. The low point was when my mother determined, while watching the Summit Series documentary, that Bobby Clarke and I look alike. But that is hardly a nadir at all by the standards of the last year, so it is all for the best. The best!
e, 16:04: new year new start even less time to make this decent. nonetheless: list of stories that I posted and could remember doing so. It is also the post of tomorrow, magic of magics, shame goes with wonder as such. (no one is happy)
this, however, got me away from thinking about the collection of fanfiction stories about the all-female NHL, which is not now a thing but how I wish it were. (both of those: a yearning for the stories, and a politicized longing of the most wonderful kind for the non-fiction.) Richard working for the war effort! Salming putting your teeth through the back of your head where they so obviously belong even if she is European as Santa Lucia is not the only model of Swedish femininity, listen to her. Also all the hookups basically ever (but especially Phaneuf/Cuthbert and Shanahan/McCarty if you don't like that particularly the second -- fibs. I mean, even if you intend to have sex before 2014 and don't want to picture hot oral.) It's a thing of majesty and of women having good times on and off the ice! How is this not infinitely desirable in all permutations and forms, please can we talk about gender and work and money, with a side-line in make-outs and family planning?
Unfortunately for my dreams, but plus for "ability to watch a game without sounding like a crazy person" (yours perhaps -- not mine, for that ship has certainly SAILED) I cannot recapture what I did in December, where for Yuletide I wrote for slowascent There's Good in Everything which is about history and the penumbra of growing up yawning right there and for me, desperately covering for the fact that I have never been to Vancouver. (clever: let's set it in a single room! and attempt to bully beta readers into providing all facts!) Also, I wrote other stuff.
On fineness: the holidays were very nice! I saw fortevivace and faded-lilac for penguins and reminisce. Later, talked with my brother about robots, period-accurate underwear, and rates of fire. The low point was when my mother determined, while watching the Summit Series documentary, that Bobby Clarke and I look alike. But that is hardly a nadir at all by the standards of the last year, so it is all for the best. The best!
e, 16:04: new year new start even less time to make this decent. nonetheless: list of stories that I posted and could remember doing so. It is also the post of tomorrow, magic of magics, shame goes with wonder as such. (no one is happy)