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State of the Blog

13 Jan

So, it’s been a while, huh? I can’t say I’m entirely surprised, mostly since life in scenic LI doesn’t exactly inspire one to keep a semi-regular posting schedule.  Life’s been a little weird in the months since I let the blog slide, but I figure it’s a new year and a good time to start getting back into the swing of things.  (No, this is not a hint that I am moving somewhere exotic. At least, I don’t think I am.)

I’ll try to post at least once a week on Mondays, with additional posts as I feel like.  I can’t promise anything spectacular (again, suburban Long Island) but hey, it’s a free internet out there.

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Calming Manatees

15 Apr

Today was an intermittently bad day.  I don’t want to talk about it.  Have some calming manatees.

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Happy Ides of March!

15 Mar

ides(via tumblr user zainab)

CAESAR:
Who is it in the press that calls on me?
I hear a tongue, shriller than all the music,
Cry “Caesar.” Speak, Caesar is turn’d to hear.

SOOTHSAYER:
Beware the ides of March.

CAESAR:
What man is that?

BRUTUS:
A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.

CAESAR:
Set him before me; let me see his face.

CASSIUS:
Fellow, come from the throng; look upon Caesar.

CAESAR:
What say’st thou to me now? Speak once again.

SOOTHSAYER:
Beware the ides of March.

CAESAR:
He is a dreamer; let us leave him. Pass.

Shakespeare, Julius Caesar, Scene II v. 18-28

A Poem for Friday

8 Mar

Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but

nothing is infinite
not even loss.

You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.

— Finn Butler

Poetry Friday: How to Become a Supervillian

1 Feb

I don’t have much to offer to the internet today; it’s gray and raining and I have a headache and work. But poetry is something that I’ve gradually come to enjoy, now that I’m no longer in high school and trying to explain what Shelley meant with his “Ode to the West Wind” and compare it to “Ozymandias”.  I really liked this poem and how it ends.

Job Requirements: A Supervillain’s Advice
by Jeannine Hall Gailey

Grow up near a secret nuclear testing site.
Think Hanford, Washington. Oak Ridge,
Tennessee. North and South Dakota
are riddled with them. Your father – is he
an eccentric scientist of some sort? Did you
show early signs of a “supergenius” IQ?
Experience isolation from “normal” childhood
activities? (Multiple traumatic incidents welcome.)
Physical limitations, such as an unusual but poetic
disease or deformity due to mutation, are preferred;
problems due to accidents involving powerful
new weaponry or interactions with superheroes
are also acceptable. (Develop flamboyant
criminal signatures. Adopt antisocial poses.)
Fashionable knack for skin-tight costumes
(masks, hooks, extra long nails) considered a plus.
Study jujitsu or krav maga.
Practice creative problem solving;
for example, that lipstick could be poisoned,
that spiked heel a stabbing implement.
Remember, you are on the side
of the laws of thermodynamics. Entropy
is a measure of disorder.
Chaos, destruction, death: these are your instruments.
Use them wisely. You are no mere mortal.
Don’t lose your cool if captured; chances are,
you can already control minds, bend metal to your whim,
produce, in your palms, fire.
In the end you are the reason we see the picture;
we mistrust the tedium of a string of sunny days.
We like to watch things crumble.

 

 

“Job Requirements: A Supervillain’s Advice” is republished from Becoming the Villainess (Steel Toe Books, 2006).

 

Sevres

26 Sep

Now, some of you might be wondering how things are going here in France.

I’m doing an au pair gig for a family in the Parisian suburbs. The main difference from American suburbs appears to be that Sevres used to be an actual town before the urban sprawl from Paris swallowed it up. I’m just south of the Seine and northeast of Versailles.

Sevres (pronounced SEV) is quite honestly adorable. My hometown is downright jealous of the charm and picturesque architecture. Then again, the church here was first built in 875 CE. It’s hard for Long Island to compare. The town is a little hilly, but walkable. There are three bakeries within a ten-minute walking distance, as well as a Carrefor, and a variety of little shops, restaurants, and cafes. I’m already looking forward to trying what they have to offer. There’s even a yarn shop.

The house is surprisingly larger than it looks like from the street. It’s three stories, with a backyard large enough to fit a trampoline and a nice patch of grass. I live on the third floor, which is basically a retro-fitted attic space. The wooden stairs are a little perilous in my socks, but it’s nice having all that space to myself. Well, technically, the main room is S’s playroom, but she’s yet to use it since I arrived. I have a full bathroom up there as well. Very convenient. My only gripe is that the internet doesn’t connect up there, but that’s probably a good thing. It also gets wicked cold at night already, but the down comforter and fleece pajamas do the trick nicely.

I don’t start language class until next week. This week is all about settling in and getting adjusted. I’ve had some miserable jet-lag and slept a minimum 10 hours a night so far. I’d think it would be easier to adjust to a 7 hour difference than 12 or 13 hours, but there you go.

I’ll try to load some pictures next time when I’ve gotten some decent ones.

 

8 Sep

After a nice long hiatus, I’m coming back with a vengeance.  This fall, I’ll hopefully be somewhere new and exciting.  Keep your eyes peeled.