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Today in Technical Writing, the professor confided to me that she is a Hufflepuff and proud of it. Then my group spent the rest of the class discussing The O.C. Who says fandom isn't useful?
In that note, I've been reminded that Lent is beginning, and I've decided to give up reading fanfic, except that which I am obligated to, for Lent. No, I'm not Catholic, but I value the tradition of fasting, and the fact that I've yet to succeed in keeping one hasn't stopped me from attempting it every Lent. And Passover. And Ramadan. So if you hear me saying I've been reading fic, thwap me. Hopefully this will lead to me *writing* it instead, and accomplishing other things. We shall see.
Mid-afternoon Lilly down the hall suddenly came into the room while I was watching the HL series finale to tell me she'd just awoken from a nightmare wherein she and I were lost on the bad side of campus and ended up taking a train into the city, where various bad things happened and we ended up in the ICU with mysterious and mortal illnesses. So I proceeded to go get lost in the unfamiliar part of campus and then get on the train into the city. q;![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dreamsquirrel had invited me to a concert,
We left early on the Metro to get dinner beforehand in Takoma. First, though, we wandered around the area around the Metro stop being lost. If you saw two people in green cloaks wandering around tonight, that was us.The station is right on the border of the city, and I'd never walked around that area much before. It was amazing-- you could tell when you stepped over the border into Maryland, when the scenery changed from boarded-up building and grimy little sandwich places to galleries and boutiques and trendy ethnic cafes. You can guess which half I felt safer in. (hint: it was the part where the streets weren't dark and empty.)
We had dinner in an interesting little restaurant, the sort offering five different kinds of milk for your coffee and none to drink. The sort of place with watercolors of vegetables and French countryside as Art on the walls. The food was fairly good, and I had the blinding revelation that part of the reason I find it so difficult to write good descriptive passages is that in characterizing places, I strive for *stereotype*. I try to write about a princess's chambers instead of Ama's bedroom; it's always yet another twisty little passage instead of a particular corridor. And I don't know why, since I don't do that with characters.
Er. Where was I? Oh, yes, the concert. We eventually made it to the theater. It was a nice, if unfamiliar, experience occasionally being the one who had the best idea where we were. Dougie McLean, who I'd never really heard of before this concert, is apparently a quite well know Scottish folk musician, by the way. The music was very good and beyond that, he's a consummate performer. The little comedy bits between songs were actually funny, and when he was re-tuning the guitar, I suddenly realized what a musical pun is (even if I was too ignorant to actually get it.) And he plays the harmonica in a way I've never heard it before, that really did call down the wind blowing in a storm over the Atlantic. So, yes. I think a good time was had by all.
However, now I have a headache and quite a bit of homework that still needs doing. Blerg.
In that note, I've been reminded that Lent is beginning, and I've decided to give up reading fanfic, except that which I am obligated to, for Lent. No, I'm not Catholic, but I value the tradition of fasting, and the fact that I've yet to succeed in keeping one hasn't stopped me from attempting it every Lent. And Passover. And Ramadan. So if you hear me saying I've been reading fic, thwap me. Hopefully this will lead to me *writing* it instead, and accomplishing other things. We shall see.
Mid-afternoon Lilly down the hall suddenly came into the room while I was watching the HL series finale to tell me she'd just awoken from a nightmare wherein she and I were lost on the bad side of campus and ended up taking a train into the city, where various bad things happened and we ended up in the ICU with mysterious and mortal illnesses. So I proceeded to go get lost in the unfamiliar part of campus and then get on the train into the city. q;
dreamsquirrel had invited me to a concert, We left early on the Metro to get dinner beforehand in Takoma. First, though, we wandered around the area around the Metro stop being lost. If you saw two people in green cloaks wandering around tonight, that was us.The station is right on the border of the city, and I'd never walked around that area much before. It was amazing-- you could tell when you stepped over the border into Maryland, when the scenery changed from boarded-up building and grimy little sandwich places to galleries and boutiques and trendy ethnic cafes. You can guess which half I felt safer in. (hint: it was the part where the streets weren't dark and empty.)
We had dinner in an interesting little restaurant, the sort offering five different kinds of milk for your coffee and none to drink. The sort of place with watercolors of vegetables and French countryside as Art on the walls. The food was fairly good, and I had the blinding revelation that part of the reason I find it so difficult to write good descriptive passages is that in characterizing places, I strive for *stereotype*. I try to write about a princess's chambers instead of Ama's bedroom; it's always yet another twisty little passage instead of a particular corridor. And I don't know why, since I don't do that with characters.
Er. Where was I? Oh, yes, the concert. We eventually made it to the theater. It was a nice, if unfamiliar, experience occasionally being the one who had the best idea where we were. Dougie McLean, who I'd never really heard of before this concert, is apparently a quite well know Scottish folk musician, by the way. The music was very good and beyond that, he's a consummate performer. The little comedy bits between songs were actually funny, and when he was re-tuning the guitar, I suddenly realized what a musical pun is (even if I was too ignorant to actually get it.) And he plays the harmonica in a way I've never heard it before, that really did call down the wind blowing in a storm over the Atlantic. So, yes. I think a good time was had by all.
However, now I have a headache and quite a bit of homework that still needs doing. Blerg.
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