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lykomancerSo I'm actually working on my capstone.
Yeah. And not even bitching about it. Or pausing every minute and a half to search the internet for bad slash fanfiction. Or snarling in frustration and getting up to pace the room like a caged tiger before flinging myself into the chair and typing another sentence before getting up again.
Yay for me.
Listening to Stuart Davis. I love Stu. He rocks my universe. I think he's one of the things I am going to miss most when I leave for where ever the Peace Corps sends me.
Stu is a Buddist, and is working on founding his own record label called "Dharma Pop". The album I'm currently jamming out to is his Self-Titled 2001 release, with "Savoring Samsara" (about how the world is pointless but fun, and he keeps reincarnating), "Immanance" ("Sex is proof the Holy Ghost / Crawls around in stuff that's gross"), and the "Dive," "Swim," "Drown" series, which makes me wish Lake Superior wasn't frozen over... Stu singing over and over about the water, water is alive, water is awake, endless water, endless love, really makes me wanna go for a sunset swim. He has this lovely mix of pop, rock, acoustic, dark, serious, silly music.
It's hard for me to pick a favorite song, even if limited to one album. It's really delicious stuff.
Geez, I might actually get some shit acomplished this week.
I'm also progressing on my absolutely random Hellsing fic, "Tell Me How You're Feeling," which is fun. Yay for writing. Yay for pointless fanfic. Yay for priests with swords. (Although I DID realize that the section I am working on right now reflects-- in a subtle, subversive, fun-house-mirror kind of way-- my weekly meetings about my capstone with my advisor.
Damn. I should just start taking sanctified holy swords to those meetings. That might make things go better.
Couldn't possibly make them go worse.)
Right-O.
Back to editing. ^.^
(Thank you for returning from your vacation in Tahiti, Muse!)
Yeah. And not even bitching about it. Or pausing every minute and a half to search the internet for bad slash fanfiction. Or snarling in frustration and getting up to pace the room like a caged tiger before flinging myself into the chair and typing another sentence before getting up again.
Yay for me.
Listening to Stuart Davis. I love Stu. He rocks my universe. I think he's one of the things I am going to miss most when I leave for where ever the Peace Corps sends me.
Stu is a Buddist, and is working on founding his own record label called "Dharma Pop". The album I'm currently jamming out to is his Self-Titled 2001 release, with "Savoring Samsara" (about how the world is pointless but fun, and he keeps reincarnating), "Immanance" ("Sex is proof the Holy Ghost / Crawls around in stuff that's gross"), and the "Dive," "Swim," "Drown" series, which makes me wish Lake Superior wasn't frozen over... Stu singing over and over about the water, water is alive, water is awake, endless water, endless love, really makes me wanna go for a sunset swim. He has this lovely mix of pop, rock, acoustic, dark, serious, silly music.
It's hard for me to pick a favorite song, even if limited to one album. It's really delicious stuff.
Geez, I might actually get some shit acomplished this week.
I'm also progressing on my absolutely random Hellsing fic, "Tell Me How You're Feeling," which is fun. Yay for writing. Yay for pointless fanfic. Yay for priests with swords. (Although I DID realize that the section I am working on right now reflects-- in a subtle, subversive, fun-house-mirror kind of way-- my weekly meetings about my capstone with my advisor.
Damn. I should just start taking sanctified holy swords to those meetings. That might make things go better.
Couldn't possibly make them go worse.)
Right-O.
Back to editing. ^.^
(Thank you for returning from your vacation in Tahiti, Muse!)
