Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
"Huffing" is breathing in quick and deep with your mouth open. "Snuffing" is doing it with it closed. You're welcome.
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03:28:40 AM,Tuesday 30 March 2004
There just aren't enough peat bogs around here.
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08:56:34 PM,Monday 29 March 2004
Carved their eternity
Hieroglyphically:
"Stopped grooming Pharoah but
still Groom & Groom."
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11:59:19 PM,Sunday 28 March 2004
Mirabai's Olive Cheddar Lefse Surprise
Ingredients:
1 can black olives
Last slice of cheddar cheese
1 tortilla. Damnit, no tortillas. Um... one piece of leftover Christmas lefse!
Eat half the can of olives. Stare down at the other half uncertainly. Realize you are still hungry. Put lefse on plate. Put cheese on lefse. Dump out olives. Squish each with thumb. Fold over the edges of the lefse and microwave on high for one minute twenty two seconds. Go grocery shopping as soon as humanly possible.
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07:13:41 PM,Sunday 28 March 2004
What's so painful about sudden self-consciousness is that it's an extremely acute feeling that you want to be rid of as soon as possible -- but it's usually caused by things that are a long time in coming on and a long time in curing. The only instantaneous bit is the sudden flip from oblivious to aware.
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06:33:53 PM,Sunday 28 March 2004
Molto agitato.
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04:16:42 PM,Sunday 28 March 2004
You get these thoughts that are too simple to turn into essays, but too unpithy to turn into epigrams. But that's what blogs are for, I guess.
People snicker at the thought of castrati playing heroic roles. But I think everyone agrees that a trumpet is a masculine instrument. Well, castrati sing in the same range as a trumpet. And, by all accounts, they had the same piercing brilliance of timbre. That's why so many duets were written for the two. Nothing these days can duplicate it. The guy from Parterre Box said he knew a guy with a glandular imbalance that made him essentially a castrato, and said that his voice wasn't like anything around these days, except maybe the "rock scream" you hear from some heavy metal singers, only with greater range and flexibility.
The whole freaking problem with ambition is that you gotta start with the small fry. You can't get good until you go through reams of bad stuff for practice. But where's the motivation to do it at all, if you know it's gonna be dreck from the outset? It's no fun to pour all your skill and passion into something that's destined for the Suckanalia pile. And so you never make the imperfect ones that'd let you climb up to the better ones. You just stick with flawless nothing.
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08:18:39 AM,Sunday 28 March 2004
Lord, I am a slugabed of the first order. I've been in bed since 7:00 Saturday morning, excepting only a brief hour or so in the afternoon to eat and hang out with my nephew. I'm healthy as a hoss, as usual -- just... inert. I slept and slept and slept, and then I got on the internet and talked for ages, and now I'm listening to music and trying to will myself into action. I've got to water my mom's plants and forward her email (she's in Norway, in case I haven't mentioned). I should go out on the deck and ride the exercise bike naked, just because I can. I should... well, any number of things. But my dyne is so warm and soft and being horizontal is so congenial. Yawrn. O, my immortal soul...
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05:41:30 AM,Sunday 28 March 2004
{wakes with a start}
Whoah.
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10:18:53 PM,Saturday 27 March 2004
Happy. Just happy.
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12:30:48 AM,Saturday 27 March 2004
And more presents, from the smashing Miss Nehring! A glorious set of Muybridge postcards, and a monograph on seduction, brimming with droll and damnably useful advice.
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08:09:07 PM,Thursday 25 March 2004
Speaking of the blues, here are the lists and numbers that got me down. Don't worry about reading it. I just wanted it in one place to stare at and puzzle through 'til something started to make sense one way or the other.
As of May, 2004, I will have had my Bachelor of Arts in Liberal Arts (GPA 3.4) for two years. Since then, I've taken:
Chemistry I (B)
Chemistry II (Never checked, but it was probably a C)
Organic Chemistry (Withdrawn)
Biology (Withdrawn)
Physics (Withdrawn)
Early Music Ensemble (A)
Counterpoint (Incomplete)
No graduate exams yet, but my SAT scores were 590 Math and 800 Verbal.
I type 96 words a minute. I'm proficient in Finale notation. I know my way around computers when it comes to common tasks and minor troubleshooting, but I don't have any advanced technical knowledge.
I've been a Pit Musician, a Dishwasher, a Music Assistant, and a Habilitation Aide.
I currently work 32 hours a week for $7.65 an hour.
I pay $220 a month in rent and about $200 a month in student loans.
I'm certified in CPR, First Aid, the MANDT system, and medication administration assistance.
I have intermediate reading knowledge of Latin, Greek, and French. (They're slipping, though.)
I play violin, trumpet, bassoon, and recorder.
No word from the Peace Corps since January 17th. They're processing my medical forms. Nothing to do but wait.
What am I fit for?
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05:35:17 PM,Thursday 25 March 2004
Working is good for the blues. Well, I guess I mean cleaning; I haven't done any other kind of work. The blues and nervous agitation and even just garden-variety slothhood. I had to clean more than usual last night, but I needed it. I'm lucky that not only do I get the gentle contemplative asskicking that scrubbing sludge from an oven provides, but, unlike holy men and mendicants, I get paid for it. And, unlike other people who get paid for it, I don't have to resent the ones I'm doing it for. I do it 'cause they can't, not 'cause they're too lazy to. It's really kind of a luxury, when you think about it.
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05:23:03 PM,Thursday 25 March 2004
Ah, qual poter, O Dei, donaste alla belta!
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11:50:50 PM,Wednesday 24 March 2004
Thrills! Presents!
From my dad, I got the La Clemenza di Tito DVD! It would have to happen on an inspection night when I won't have the time to watch it, but no matter. It's MINE! Yee-haw!
And from my dear sweet Neil:
One (1) soft floppy scorpion
One (1) hard angular (not to say disassembled) scorpion
One (1) Gorey postcard
Five (5) Naked old ladies in a sauna ("The woman at the register was quite incensed I was buying this card, declaring she'd be insulted if someone sent her a picture of old ladies. But honestly, Mira, it's hard finding beefcake for you. As an inducement, imagine they are all retired opera singers.")
Two (2) Mix CDs -- "Soothing Songs that make you go AAAARRRGG" and "How the Fruit of Love Rotted in the Garden of Allah"
A sort of sproingy thing with multicolored suction cups that I think I will give to my blind client, because he loves playing with fascinatingly-textured objects.
Thank you!!!
(And it did arrive before the Feast of the Annunciation, which, as everyone but U.U. Heathens knows, marks the day the blessed Virgin got the news that she was great with child. But I am great with scorpions, which just beats all.)
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10:22:16 PM,Wednesday 24 March 2004
Angels and ministers of grace and whoever else you happen to have handy... I'm in the prettiest fix you ever saw. Not that I don't like it. But please send help, and doublequick. I can't hold out much longer.
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02:46:48 PM,Wednesday 24 March 2004
If I had nothing left but my grandfather's violin, and it came down to selling it, learning to play it well enough to live on, or starving... what would I do?
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11:54:22 PM,Tuesday 23 March 2004
Buggeration. I thought I had been on AIM for the past four hours, while I was on the bike and reading and playing recorder with my computer close by. But I realize just now that I've been offline the entire time. Unobservant dunderhead. Fooey.
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10:58:05 PM,Tuesday 23 March 2004
I feel like linking to this.
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10:11:50 PM,Tuesday 23 March 2004
Are these rainclouds? I can't tell. The air is very sweet out here, and they seem to be passing over us to the mountains. If it is going to rain, I shouldn't have my computer out here. But I want to ride the bike and listen to Moby Dick. Damn. That definitely felt like a drop. Damn damn damn. Back inside? No. I'll give it four more drops. Four more drops and I'll go back inside. They're thick and charcoal-dark. But they're condensing over the mountains. Over my head it's almost blue and clear again. I just may get lucky. I'll pay attention, that's all.
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09:11:16 PM,Tuesday 23 March 2004