*brushes off cobwebs*
Aug. 13th, 2007 02:31 pmMany thanks to all of your sympathetic comments on my previous couple of posts. Someday soon I'll get around to answering them all, but for now, I'm going to move on to something a bit more upbeat.
I mean, sure, I could moan and whine about how this summer, like every summer in recent memory, is kicking my ass like Pai Mei and his crane, but why belabor the point when I could tell you instead about
ten things that are making me happy right now
1. My mother, who when confronted with a plate of delicious food wriggles in her seat in anticipation and bumps her hands together in a gesture reminiscent of Wallace, before she tucks in. I call this little tic her Dance of Good Food.
2. My car: it is going to be fixed, I have insurance money in hand, parts have been ordered, I am getting a rental car for the duration, and it is, as Kiki Kavanaugh says at her wedding, all so fucking grown-up that I am having trouble getting my head around it. My car! It will be fixed!
3. Harry Potter. Oh, my Harry Potter, my new-found-land. I would count the ways (not to mix allusions, but hey, I seem to be on an allusion-mixing roll, here, so why stick at mixing them within one paragraph?), but I'm sure the ways have all been discussed to death by now. I took a two-week break after my first reading, but over this past weekend, I read it twice more, and I'm listening to it on audio, and I am all anxious to get started on a project I've been contemplating for a few weeks now: a plan of Harry and Ginny's House of Dreams as requested by
amelia_eve. Not to mention that I have an ongoing list of Fics I'd Like to See and/or Write, which I'm sure you've all shared yours as well, by now, but if you want to share them -- any of your thoughts, really -- again, I am all agog to hear.
4. George R.R. Martin, whose four-thousand-page saga A Song of Ice and Fire saw me through two of the worst weeks of my bad summer in high chivalraic semi-magical style. I will tell you a secret: I am currently designing the gown I will wear at my wedding to Tyrion Lannister, who has become one of my favorite characters of all time.
5. Marvin Gaye's "Got To Give It Up," Stevie Wonder's "I Wish," and Nina Simone's "My Baby Just Cares For Me," which played in high rotation over the weekend. I find it nearly impossible to be sad or mopey when any of these three songs are playing.
6. There is a new accessory rack in a little store near my house which consists entirely of dozens of headbands made of brightly-colored tie silk with long sashlike fluttery ends. I suspect that if any (or all, which is a minor dream of mine right now) were in my possession, I would treat them the same way I treat my hats, gloves, and scarves, of which I have plenty: I would eye them with reverence, stroke them tenderly, admire them without reservation, and never ever wear them because they made me feel conspicuous and self-conscious. I am working on overcoming this ridiculous attitude, because, I mean, why have thirty pairs of vintage gloves if you're not planning to wear them? Why lust after something you don't have the courage to don? Why grow out your hair if you're not willing to accessorize it as frivolously as possible?
7. Creme Brulee with fresh berries. Enough said.
8. Andre Benjamin. I like Outkast well enough, though they've never figured all that heavily in my musical pantheon; but the other day on a whim, I bought a used copy of Idlewild and brought it home, and as soon as the first scene started playing, I suddenly remembered how much I loved it when it came out last summer. It was a glorious extravaganza just suited to pulling me out of last year's ass-kicking, not a perfect film so much as a perfect frothy spicy late-summer confection, like the pecan-and-sweet-potato pie a la mode my mother had for dessert yesterday. But it wasn't until the very end, with Andre 3000's radiant ending-credit performance (can men be radiant? If any can be, he was), that I remembered how painfully much I loved him at the end of last summer. I want to marry him, too. I think Tyrion will understand, once I show him that performance. Tyrion is wise that way.
9. Fanfiction. I have all these fandoms and recs to get through, stories I've been waiting for, stuff I've been saving for the right moment, and I think, now that I've emerged blinking from DH and A Feast for Crows, that that moment is upon me. Just thinking about all the great stuff in store is sustaining me, and I haven't even started looking or clicking on those links yet.
10. You. I've missed you an awful lot. Hello. How are you doing?
I mean, sure, I could moan and whine about how this summer, like every summer in recent memory, is kicking my ass like Pai Mei and his crane, but why belabor the point when I could tell you instead about
ten things that are making me happy right now
1. My mother, who when confronted with a plate of delicious food wriggles in her seat in anticipation and bumps her hands together in a gesture reminiscent of Wallace, before she tucks in. I call this little tic her Dance of Good Food.
2. My car: it is going to be fixed, I have insurance money in hand, parts have been ordered, I am getting a rental car for the duration, and it is, as Kiki Kavanaugh says at her wedding, all so fucking grown-up that I am having trouble getting my head around it. My car! It will be fixed!
3. Harry Potter. Oh, my Harry Potter, my new-found-land. I would count the ways (not to mix allusions, but hey, I seem to be on an allusion-mixing roll, here, so why stick at mixing them within one paragraph?), but I'm sure the ways have all been discussed to death by now. I took a two-week break after my first reading, but over this past weekend, I read it twice more, and I'm listening to it on audio, and I am all anxious to get started on a project I've been contemplating for a few weeks now: a plan of Harry and Ginny's House of Dreams as requested by
4. George R.R. Martin, whose four-thousand-page saga A Song of Ice and Fire saw me through two of the worst weeks of my bad summer in high chivalraic semi-magical style. I will tell you a secret: I am currently designing the gown I will wear at my wedding to Tyrion Lannister, who has become one of my favorite characters of all time.
5. Marvin Gaye's "Got To Give It Up," Stevie Wonder's "I Wish," and Nina Simone's "My Baby Just Cares For Me," which played in high rotation over the weekend. I find it nearly impossible to be sad or mopey when any of these three songs are playing.
6. There is a new accessory rack in a little store near my house which consists entirely of dozens of headbands made of brightly-colored tie silk with long sashlike fluttery ends. I suspect that if any (or all, which is a minor dream of mine right now) were in my possession, I would treat them the same way I treat my hats, gloves, and scarves, of which I have plenty: I would eye them with reverence, stroke them tenderly, admire them without reservation, and never ever wear them because they made me feel conspicuous and self-conscious. I am working on overcoming this ridiculous attitude, because, I mean, why have thirty pairs of vintage gloves if you're not planning to wear them? Why lust after something you don't have the courage to don? Why grow out your hair if you're not willing to accessorize it as frivolously as possible?
7. Creme Brulee with fresh berries. Enough said.
8. Andre Benjamin. I like Outkast well enough, though they've never figured all that heavily in my musical pantheon; but the other day on a whim, I bought a used copy of Idlewild and brought it home, and as soon as the first scene started playing, I suddenly remembered how much I loved it when it came out last summer. It was a glorious extravaganza just suited to pulling me out of last year's ass-kicking, not a perfect film so much as a perfect frothy spicy late-summer confection, like the pecan-and-sweet-potato pie a la mode my mother had for dessert yesterday. But it wasn't until the very end, with Andre 3000's radiant ending-credit performance (can men be radiant? If any can be, he was), that I remembered how painfully much I loved him at the end of last summer. I want to marry him, too. I think Tyrion will understand, once I show him that performance. Tyrion is wise that way.
9. Fanfiction. I have all these fandoms and recs to get through, stories I've been waiting for, stuff I've been saving for the right moment, and I think, now that I've emerged blinking from DH and A Feast for Crows, that that moment is upon me. Just thinking about all the great stuff in store is sustaining me, and I haven't even started looking or clicking on those links yet.
10. You. I've missed you an awful lot. Hello. How are you doing?
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Date: 2007-08-13 09:59 pm (UTC)And wow, the headbands sound gorgeous! Both girlies are growing out their bangs right now; perhaps it's good that we haven't seen ANY store that has anything like a tempting and beautiful display of headbands like the ones you describe. Oh, the wheedling that would ensue.
Do you make your own creme brulee, or do you indulge while out and about?
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Date: 2007-08-14 01:30 am (UTC)I usually tend to feel like a teenager playing at being all grown up, and the only things that change that particular dynamic are the little quotidian bureaucratic tangles that need to be sorted out.
I indulge in creme brulee when I'm out -- but I have always longed for one of those teeny blowtorches to make them. I guess it's a good thing I don't have one, because I might end up eating creme brulee for every meal for the sheer pleasure of using that little blowtorch, and as far as I know, one cannot live on creme brulee alone, even the kind that comes with berry medleys.
See what I mean about feeling like a teenager masquerading as an adult most of the time? :D
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Date: 2007-08-14 01:49 pm (UTC)Probably if you polled most nominal "adults", they would confess to feeling as you've described--like teenagers masquerading as adults most of the time. Or at least they still feel that way often enough to identify with you. I mostly feel like a junior high kid masquerading as my own babysitter.
Rehearsals are so excellent. Right now we're still doing tablework and research and I think of you often, wishing you were here so we could turn the whole production into some kind of Amadeus fandom. But I just settle for rereading your old Salieri/Mozart fic instead.
Glad you're back. I missed you. ♥
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Date: 2007-08-15 05:00 pm (UTC)ahahahahahahaaa
I will get that blowtorch and next you visit we can have homemade creme brulee. I have the ramekins and everything!
You are going to make a post of your rehearsals, aren't you? Or tell me all about them? I am dying to hear all those Viennese intrigues and schemings.
I missed you too, very much. I need to make me an Amy icon! :*
eat your heart out, bathilda bagshot.
Date: 2007-08-15 09:22 pm (UTC)"...And that was the last correspondence the two women exchanged before the debacle referred to, forever after, as The Night Macon Burned: a sweeping inferno the scope of which had not been seen since General Sherman got a midnight craving for peaches."
Yep, lots to post about rehearsals. Have you read the play...? It's so excellent. Salieri tries to sexually blackmail Constanze then chickens out at the last moment, and she calls him a rotten shit and tries to scratch his eyes out.
YEAH YOU SHOULD MAKE AN AMY ICON! :D Because that would be THE GREATEST. EVER.
I didn't make this icon, but I did add the C just for you.
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Date: 2007-08-16 05:29 pm (UTC)I have not read Amadeus, nor seen it performed. Because I am a philistine, I've only ever experienced the film, but I have at least seen that about 200 times. I wish I could be there to see you as Constanze! :(
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Date: 2007-08-17 02:49 am (UTC)Ahahaha, I have also seen the movie that many times. Because it is the greatest ever. Never seen it produced, though. I read that Simon Callow was the original Mozart. Then Tim Curry reprised the role on Broadway, with Ian fucking McKellan as Salieri. *_* When the Ministry approves our application for a time-turner, remind me to pick us up a couple of tickets, mmkay?
I wish you could be here too, but I promise to post photos and reports. ♥
Your new LJ layout is pretty as I-don't-know-whatall.