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""Whym Chow: Flame of Love"

... Katherine Harris Bradley (1846-1914) and Edith Emma Cooper
(1862-1913) who wrote collectively under the pseudonum of Michael
Field, from Rene Titaire the book passed to Francis J. Colline and
thence to the present owner. 'Whym Chow' was a celebration of their
much-loved dog, who died in 1906. Apart from each other Whym Chow was
their closest companion and such was the depth of their feeling for
him that after his death they underwent a religious crisis which led
to their conversion to Roman Catholicism."

Definitely my favorite story about a niece/aunt lesbian couple converting to Catholicism for their dead dog of the day. Maybe even the week!

Also, here is a quickie knitting pic spam of projects I've recently finished/am working on: )
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I shouldn't have gone at it as hard as I did last night when I still have Kate and Christina's bdays to attend tonight, a presentation to plan with Tara today, and apple cakes to bake with Beth on Sunday, in addition to all this hw. I really want to see Therese/Ana/Anna too, both to do hairstuff and b/c I never see them due to school sucking my life out like marrow from a cracked open bone. And I have to jog today and tomorrow because I skived off yesterday.

But wait. Why do anything right now when I could download and watch The Enemy Within? Yeah. THAT movie. Go on movie, make a really lame H.G. Wells joke at me, right off the bat. I like it like that. Oh wait! when this finishes downloading I would just watch it at Anna/Therese's! Because Anna will probably want to see the madness for herself. While doing hair! While knitting! Birds! STONE! Augh!

But that entails waiting for them to wake up.

'Eighth' is a bizzare looking word. Where does that even come from?

Oh, also, my thought of day: "Billie Piper's bi?! Awes-- Wait, why would that matter? Billie Piper still wouldn't so much as 'snog' you. And that word doesn't even make it sound appealing. Sigh."

*Post Script*

I have cleaned my room, the living room, done two loads of dishes, scrubbed crud off the oven top and the ledge, dusted kitchen sills for cobwebs, done the counter tops and cleaned expired food from fridge.

Question: Whose long, brown hair is in the sink in which I am soaking the stove burners?
Answer: EWWWWWWW.
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I shouldn't have gone at it as hard as I did last night when I still have Kate and Christina's bdays to attend tonight, a presentation to plan with Tara today, and apple cakes to bake with Beth on Sunday, in addition to all this hw. I really want to see Therese/Ana/Anna too, both to do hairstuff and b/c I never see them due to school sucking my life out like marrow from a cracked open bone. And I have to jog today and tomorrow because I skived off yesterday.

But wait. Why do anything right now when I could download and watch The Enemy Within? Yeah. THAT movie. Go on movie, make a really lame H.G. Wells joke at me, right off the bat. I like it like that. Oh wait! when this finishes downloading I would just watch it at Anna/Therese's! Because Anna will probably want to see the madness for herself. While doing hair! While knitting! Birds! STONE! Augh!

But that entails waiting for them to wake up.

'Eighth' is a bizzare looking word. Where does that even come from?

Oh, also, my thought of day: "Billie Piper's bi?! Awes-- Wait, why would that matter? Billie Piper still wouldn't so much as 'snog' you. And that word doesn't even make it sound appealing. Sigh."

*Post Script*

I have cleaned my room, the living room, done two loads of dishes, scrubbed crud off the oven top and the ledge, dusted kitchen sills for cobwebs, done the counter tops and cleaned expired food from fridge.

Question: Whose long, brown hair is in the sink in which I am soaking the stove burners?
Answer: EWWWWWWW.
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My yarn finally arrived today! Have cast on and knitted five rows to celebrate. Will finish first stripe tonight and leave the hellish torments of the 52 row ash section for later. Ew. I do love that fresh wool smell, though, sort of like clean hay.

Rasmussen can bite me. Since her name comes from the German verb *to must/to be obliged*, I think she must do so. I will graduate with an honors thesis or kill her trying. At least I've got Latham to advise me, and he knows me/what he's doing. Aditionally it frees me to take a major course, so I'm visiting 3 or 4 history classes tomorrow and begging pardon, asking to add, in hopes one of them lets me/does not just piss me off.

I finally have a set of good profs this year. The amount of hours is a lot of work, but it feels kind or robust, healthy and manageable.

Jogging/Watching Doctor Who hour progresses admirably in that I can now complete it with no breaks, running at my lame 3.6 for the episode's entirety. I feel ready to step up speed this week, then move next week from every other day to every day. At this rate I'll finish third series in like two weeks AND not be a fatass. What other Doctor Who fan who isn't Anna O and thus genetically exempt from eating related causality can say that?

I think the universe owes you a cookie when your day has been productive as shit.

ex: today: I went to all my classes, jogged an hour, emailed class partners re: an uncomming project, bought more textbooks, boxed books to sell back, found out Beat The Bookstore's hours for the week, dealt with LAtham (yay!) and Rasmussen (boo)'s administrative bullshit, talked to Anna and Sam re: money, cashed my checks/talked to my bank, paid the electricity, dropped by Christina's drinks session, made excellent spaghetti, and, naturally, am finishing my stripe.

So where's my damn cookie? I want this thing descending from the sky on stings of edible gold! As of yet, I haven't even heard a heavenly chorus requesting my flavor preference. Lame, angels. Just lame.

Making my own shortbread is SO on tomorrow's agenda. In between class shopping/begging, class attending, administrative bullshit and the HW, that is. And the More Knitting.

SHIT, isn't it almost Rosh Hashana/Yom Kippur? That stuff sneaks up on you! I never know when I'm supposed to be repenting for crap.

And... I'm right. Next week it is. Better get ready for apples and honey combo'd with dehydration and guilt. And then That Holiday About Huts. Who doesn't love huts? Rabi Portman's way into that hut too, only it's like, branches on a permenant structure, which seems kind of ideologically anti-Sukkot to me. Whatev, there's kosher hot dogs, I'm there. I really should make an effort to go more regularly. Portman's fantastic, but it's weird b/c it's all Me and Old Yids. Beth and Nathan and Taj are only sporadically about. I guess that's the choice you make when you ellect community congregation over Hillel because one more nasal Chicago accent chanting something or other will drive you over the brink/it's somehow more rewarding than wading through crowds of girls with nose jobs in Iowa shirts and track suit bottoms.


So:

Rosh HaShana/New Year , September 13-14, Thurs-Fri

Come to my house for apple cake at some point.

Yom Kippur/Day of Atonement, September 22, Saturday

Do not come over, I will just Want Water at you.

Sukkot/Feast of Tabernacles , Sept 27-Oct 3, Thurs-Wed

Um. I dunno. How much do you go in for huts?
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My yarn finally arrived today! Have cast on and knitted five rows to celebrate. Will finish first stripe tonight and leave the hellish torments of the 52 row ash section for later. Ew. I do love that fresh wool smell, though, sort of like clean hay.

Rasmussen can bite me. Since her name comes from the German verb *to must/to be obliged*, I think she must do so. I will graduate with an honors thesis or kill her trying. At least I've got Latham to advise me, and he knows me/what he's doing. Aditionally it frees me to take a major course, so I'm visiting 3 or 4 history classes tomorrow and begging pardon, asking to add, in hopes one of them lets me/does not just piss me off.

I finally have a set of good profs this year. The amount of hours is a lot of work, but it feels kind or robust, healthy and manageable.

Jogging/Watching Doctor Who hour progresses admirably in that I can now complete it with no breaks, running at my lame 3.6 for the episode's entirety. I feel ready to step up speed this week, then move next week from every other day to every day. At this rate I'll finish third series in like two weeks AND not be a fatass. What other Doctor Who fan who isn't Anna O and thus genetically exempt from eating related causality can say that?

I think the universe owes you a cookie when your day has been productive as shit.

ex: today: I went to all my classes, jogged an hour, emailed class partners re: an uncomming project, bought more textbooks, boxed books to sell back, found out Beat The Bookstore's hours for the week, dealt with LAtham (yay!) and Rasmussen (boo)'s administrative bullshit, talked to Anna and Sam re: money, cashed my checks/talked to my bank, paid the electricity, dropped by Christina's drinks session, made excellent spaghetti, and, naturally, am finishing my stripe.

So where's my damn cookie? I want this thing descending from the sky on stings of edible gold! As of yet, I haven't even heard a heavenly chorus requesting my flavor preference. Lame, angels. Just lame.

Making my own shortbread is SO on tomorrow's agenda. In between class shopping/begging, class attending, administrative bullshit and the HW, that is. And the More Knitting.

SHIT, isn't it almost Rosh Hashana/Yom Kippur? That stuff sneaks up on you! I never know when I'm supposed to be repenting for crap.

And... I'm right. Next week it is. Better get ready for apples and honey combo'd with dehydration and guilt. And then That Holiday About Huts. Who doesn't love huts? Rabi Portman's way into that hut too, only it's like, branches on a permenant structure, which seems kind of ideologically anti-Sukkot to me. Whatev, there's kosher hot dogs, I'm there. I really should make an effort to go more regularly. Portman's fantastic, but it's weird b/c it's all Me and Old Yids. Beth and Nathan and Taj are only sporadically about. I guess that's the choice you make when you ellect community congregation over Hillel because one more nasal Chicago accent chanting something or other will drive you over the brink/it's somehow more rewarding than wading through crowds of girls with nose jobs in Iowa shirts and track suit bottoms.


So:

Rosh HaShana/New Year , September 13-14, Thurs-Fri

Come to my house for apple cake at some point.

Yom Kippur/Day of Atonement, September 22, Saturday

Do not come over, I will just Want Water at you.

Sukkot/Feast of Tabernacles , Sept 27-Oct 3, Thurs-Wed

Um. I dunno. How much do you go in for huts?

Bad Ideas

Aug. 9th, 2007 04:58 am
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For Halloween, I hope to finish this: http://www.doctorwhoscarf.com/pattern1.php

Can I knit?

Sort of. ish?


How will I possibly finish such a ginormous project in time?

I watch a lot of movies, attend a few classes, and will soon probably have a job reading essays. I multitask.


Where will you get the rest of the complicated costume ingredients?

Okay, how embarasing is it to realize I already own all of the costume elements and wear them regularly? Pretty humiliating. This show is like What Not To Wear, without the advice and the improvement.


How long did it take you to decide on the Series 12 scarf?

...it may or may have been like 45 minuites.


Why not just buy the goddamn thing?

I am so poor that I tried to put change into my own empty coffee cup today before I experienced a Lacanian mirror stage.


When will you stop making pointless French phsycoanalytic jokes?

*sigh* When I stop finding them funny.

Bad Ideas

Aug. 9th, 2007 04:58 am
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For Halloween, I hope to finish this: http://www.doctorwhoscarf.com/pattern1.php

Can I knit?

Sort of. ish?


How will I possibly finish such a ginormous project in time?

I watch a lot of movies, attend a few classes, and will soon probably have a job reading essays. I multitask.


Where will you get the rest of the complicated costume ingredients?

Okay, how embarasing is it to realize I already own all of the costume elements and wear them regularly? Pretty humiliating. This show is like What Not To Wear, without the advice and the improvement.


How long did it take you to decide on the Series 12 scarf?

...it may or may have been like 45 minuites.


Why not just buy the goddamn thing?

I am so poor that I tried to put change into my own empty coffee cup today before I experienced a Lacanian mirror stage.


When will you stop making pointless French phsycoanalytic jokes?

*sigh* When I stop finding them funny.

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