Eh. While I'm link-dropping, I figured I should do this bloglet a worthy service and point you all to one of the brilliantest fugging sites on the web. Funny as lima beans in toothpaste. The Texas Institute of Theory. I need some-uh this action.
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02:51:27 AM,Monday 3 December 2001
I know what I want for Christmas.
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01:40:03 AM,Monday 3 December 2001
Snail Jokes!
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07:20:27 PM,Saturday 1 December 2001
H.M.S. Pinafore was great! The voices were really extremely good, and so was the orchestra. The accents were a little shaky sometimes, but it ruled. Even so, I almost wish I'd seen this version instead...
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06:38:58 PM,Saturday 1 December 2001
I was reading _The Milky Way Railroad_ today in the library children's section, and I liked this bit, so I went looking for it on the internet, and of course, there it is. I like the internet's translation better, too.
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11:55:46 PM,Friday 30 November 2001
I wanna be an ex-patriot. What language should I learn imperfectly and deposit myself in the cradle of? Should it be a religious country or a debauching liberal one? Should it be freezing or tepid or scalding or monsoony? Should I go there single and live in a bare attic flat for years without speaking to anyone or should meet a mysterious stranger on the steamboat and contrive to go 'halfties' in lodging together? Should I work in a flower shop, or as a street sweeper, or live off of playing recorder in the underground 'cause I can't get working papers? Should I go where I have to wear a veil? Or where, if I wear trousers, they wouldn't think of guessing me female? Should it be far away from anything but ruins and goatherds, or in a grimy, rat-ridden city? I want to be in exile for a while. Where? Tell me!
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08:35:33 PM,Friday 30 November 2001
!!!!!!!!
Lhasa de Sela is a Johnny!
You know, the incredible Canadian chick who sings glorious songs in Spanish... La Llorona is her first album. You must have heard her. My parents have this album. I played it for Sara. One summer, I fell asleep to nothing except this album and the Rosenberg 7. It's some of the most wonderful music I've heard ever, and SHE WAS A JOHNNY!!! SF '94. That beats that lame Quiz Show guy many times over. Her webpage is here, but it's in French. I mean... I don't have any documentary evidence (yet) that she actually is a Johnny besides a post from Johnny-X-Press, but they wouldn't make that up, would they? Oh lordy lordy lordy. Rule!
Oh. Well, something on Google said she was only there one semester. _Still_.
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07:55:55 PM,Friday 30 November 2001
I just finished the four-tape unabridged audiobook of _The Face in the Frost_ by John Bellairs. I loved it so freaking much. It's about two wizards, Prospero and Roger Bacon ('and not the ones you're thinking of, either!') who have bassoons built into their bedposts and monk haircuts, respectively. They're set upon by an evil force manifested in fluttering cloaks, creaking signboards, and moths. They take a voyage into the North Kingdom and many odd and troublesome things happen. There's also a magic mirror who kvetches about baseball, and a dash of Qabbala for flavor. Read it! Or listen to it! Either one. It's splendid.
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05:02:18 AM,Friday 30 November 2001
Lucia told me an offensive and distasteful joke today that she had made up about Osama Bin Laden and Apollonius.
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04:58:04 AM,Friday 30 November 2001
"I'm so excited, I don't know how to compose myself!" -- Sara, on her new checkbook.
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08:41:03 PM,Thursday 29 November 2001
There's this line in _King Lear_ (I have a feeling I'll be bringing 'em up with some frequency from here on out... saints forgive me), when Regan's been poisoned by her sister, Goneril, and she just realizes it. She says "Sick, O, sick!" and for some reason the inflection and dolour and everything that's in that line matches my mind right now. Except I'm not sick... but keep everything the same, and replace 'sick' with 'late'. "Late, O, late!" ~that's~ what I mean.
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05:24:51 AM,Thursday 29 November 2001
It sucks to feel like a 98-pound weakling when you're not 98 pounds.
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04:10:03 AM,Thursday 29 November 2001
"In japanese pop-culture it is believed that blood type gives an indication as to character's personality, here is a short run down:
A - nervous, introverted, honest, loyal
B - outgoing, optimistic, adventurous
AB - proud, diplomatic, discriminating
O - workaholic, insecure, emotional"
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03:32:46 AM,Wednesday 28 November 2001
The other studly thing is that when I went to Canada (only the second time in my life, and I didn't see any escape artists this time, but no matter) I got to wear a Famous Blue Raincoat. I still have it! I've got it on this very second! It's torn at the cuffs stead of the shoulder, though. And I came home without Lili Marlene. Hellfire, I'm happy. (I just spent the last half hour trying to take pictures of it... but it's too dark in here.)
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02:49:37 AM,Wednesday 28 November 2001
I found this rather interesting. It's photographs of gay men taken in the same clothes against the same backdrop. In one picture, they each were told to butch it up; in the other, to camp it up. It says something, but I'm not sure what.
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11:22:44 PM,Tuesday 27 November 2001
Mary Whitehouse, enemy of Pink Floyd and Dr. Who, died last Friday.
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03:47:41 AM,Tuesday 27 November 2001
Quand Don Juan descendit vers l'onde souterraine
Et lorsqu'il eut donné son obole à Charon,
Un sombre mendiant, l'oeil fier comme Antisthène,
D'un bras vengeur et fort saisit chaque aviron.
Montrant leurs seins pendants et leurs robes ouvertes,
Des femmes se tordaient sous le noir firmament,
Et, comme un grand troupeau de victimes offertes,
Derrière lui traînaient un long mugissement.
Sganarelle en riant lui réclamait ses gages,
Tandis que Don Luis avec un doigt tremblant
Montrait à tous les morts errant sur les rivages
Le fils audacieux qui railla son front blanc.
Frissonnant sous son deuil, la chaste et maigre Elvire
Près de l'époux perfide et qui fut son amant,
Semblait lui réclamer un suprême sourire
Où brillât la douceur de son premier serment.
Tout droit dans son armure, un grand homme de pierre
Se tenait à la barre et coupait le flot noir,
Mais le calme héros, courbé sur sa rapière,
Regardait le sillage et ne daignait rien voir.
and my translation (not terribly literal, but, as I noticed later with some surprise, in the same meter. How did that happen?)
When Don Juan went down toward the city of Dis,
Then, his fare paid, old Charon pushed off from his moors
Like a beggar, his eye dark and proud as Antisthenus
And, with a vengeance, he seized both his oars.
Pendulous breasts and revealing chemises --
Some women were writhing beneath the black rock,
And, dragging behind them long bellowing wheezes,
They seemed like a vast sacrificial flock.
Sganarelle, his old servant, demanded his salary,
Laughing, while Don Luis, tremblingly now,
Pointed out to the dead as they wandered this gallery
Which boyish villain had mocked his white brow.
Shivering under the archway, Elvira
Forced from her false husband a smile, with such art!
As slender and chaste as she'd been in that era
When he first so sweetly had pledged her his heart.
Erect in his armor, a great man of marble
Held fast to the helm as it cut the black brook
But our libertine, leaning on his scimitar,
Bullishly watched the wake and did not deign to look.
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