littlemousling: Cropped photo of four colorful hacky sacks (juggling)
So, OK. Category: random ruminations.

Patrick Stump recently released a video for his new single, Spotlight.

If you haven't seen it, seriously triangle down and watch, because it is ALL OF THE HAPPY THINGS )
(If the embed doesn't work, it's here.)

So this video is happy and fun and lively and I enjoy it.

AND, it gives me this itch I have often experienced, wherein I want to be magically good at some physical skill. All of these people are ridiculously good at the things they do (well. Not the little kids or the guy with the weird tongue, but you know what I mean). There is no physical talent into which I have put that kind of energy, therefore there is no physical talent that I rock.

There is, however, one physical talent that I have, through fairly significant effort, achieved minimal competency: juggling )

I'm probably never going to be a very good juggler. But this video has made me think I'd like to put the work into being not very good at some new tricks.
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Viva la Bohus!

--Graduated from Bryn Mawr
--Started law school
--Moved to Toronto

--Skinny-dipped (and liked it)
--Wrote a 40-page thesis and became the world's leading expert on feminist themes in the modern English-language historical-setting Cassandra novel
--Printed approximately 3000 HSE e-mails (then stapled and hole-punched them) and was not immediately set upon by trees everywhere

--Knit 7 sweaters, including the one pictured above (and half each of two more; compare to last year's 1.5)
--Knit a mere 8 pairs of socks (compare to last year's 19)
--Knit a pair of slippers, a pair of mittens, two pairs of convertible mittens, two hats, a shawl, a scarf, ear warmers, a little bag, half a pair of long johns, and a lot of swatches
--Spun 2500 yards of three-ply CVM, plus some random other stuff

--Bonded with my cat, even though we don't live together anymore
--Commuted by bike for three months, then took off on account of snow
--Saw the King Tut show in Philadelphia, the Our Bodies exhibit in Rochester, and A Season of Canada in Toronto
--Spent two lovely weeks in a fabulous house on Lake Canandaigua
--Dated, futilely
--Read the last Harry Potter ever

--Made a couple dozen of new friends
--Grieved the loss of an existing one
--Hung on tight to the two best ones I've got
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Originally uploaded by littlemousling.
I'm not surprised that the best photo (of about 200--no, I'm not kidding) from graduation day features me not in the damn regalia.

It does feature my Thermal sweater, looking fantabulous if I do say so myself, and my dad, looking a little tired but happy.

Many, many, many more photos at my Flickr.


May. 5th, 2007 09:01 pm
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Dude, Maryland Sheep and Wool was AWESOME.

Dana, Mairi, Juliana and I took one of the Philly CarShare cars down (it's about a two-hour drive) and were there for almost four hours. We pet sheep, we ate lamb, we looked at alpaca, we bought yarn, we fondled vicuna ($200 an ounce! For comparison, you can squeak a hat's worth of yarn from 2 oz).

This was my one day off my yarn diet (January-September), so I enjoyed myself to the tune of two sweaters (Tess' Designer Yarns Silk & Ivory (silk/wool sportweight) in green and sportweight alpaca in "nutmeg" natural brown, both uneffingbelievably soft) and a pair of socks (Regia Silk in brown). Somehow I didn't end up with so much as an ounce of fiber!

Anyway, it was fantastically fun, and I'm so glad we did it. Now--on to May Day!
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My last-ever* undergraduate class was a lecture on Alexander the Great.

Yeah, that works.

*barring highly improbable incident, knock on wood.
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The thesis is now 38 pages, with 83 footnotes. The symmetry of that makes me not want to change anything. After all, if I add even one page, I'd have to add ten footnotes to keep it all cool. OTOH, wouldn't 40 pages and 100 footnotes be nice and neat?

I suspect this isn't how I'm supposed to think about my thesis. But hell, it's basically done, so if I want to be weird about it, who cares, right?

PS. I'm knitting a sweater. On size 3 needles. And yet it's going really, really fast. I think that proves I have a lot of free time.


Mar. 25th, 2007 11:38 am
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I've been working on this thesis for how long, now?

And I've only just realized that if I'm writing about four author's novels about the established Cassandra story .... I'm kind of writing a thesis on (published) fanfic.

Dude, I should so not be allowed to do this.

::Goes back to work::

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My thesis is actually coming along really well; I have 25 pages written (I need 35) and I think I'll be able to use at least 20 of what I've got. But my desk is intimidating!
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Mom and I visited Toronto this past weekend. It was a short, low-key visit (also, it was too damn cold to do a lot of pointless wandering), but we were able to get into one of the law school buildings. It's pretty cool, and just down the street from the Royal Ontario Museum.

We went to the museum, which is quite nice, but we didn't get to see everything because a significant chunk was closed because of massive construction, including the Bronze Age, Greek, and Roman stuff. A docent offered us a "day in the Greco-Roman life" tour and we turned it down in favor of lunch, and as we got out of hearing range Mom said "I thought about saying you're a classics major, and don't need the tour."

I think she misses the point entirely. That makes me want to take the tour more. Laurel, aren't you thrilled to get in on a good nature walk or rock-collecting session or something? Daniel, don't you enjoy, um, I don't know, possibly a nice sermon here and there?

Anyway: Toronto's fab, but I'm glad I'll be getting acquainted with it in the summer. I love winter, but it's no fun for random wandering and getting lost places. Or for moving boxes.
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-lived in Italy for four months
-lost 50 pounds
-was accepted to the only law school to which I applied
-worked full-time for three months and part-time for one month
-opened a retirement account
-knit one sweater, one lace shawl, one pair of thrummed mittens, one pair of camel mittens, two pairs of convertible mittens, two lace scarves, one wrap, one pair of fingerless mittens, and nineteen pairs of socks
-bought a wheel and learned to spin
-won a blue ribbon for some orange three-ply yarn
-took classes on Italian art history, Latin writers, Greco-Roman mythology, modern Italian history, work/family issues, modern Middle Eastern history, Petrarch and Boccaccio, and a senior seminar in Classics
-visited London and York (and De Gaulle airport, three times)
-visited Ostia Antica, Nettuno, Tivoli, Titignano, Todi, Torino (Turin), Naples, Pompeii, Florence, etc
-took 3000 photos
-got to see Olympic hockey and ice dancing
-apparently had the following conversation (in York):
Laurel: "Watch that step, it's slippery."
Me: "You're like my sherpa. We should get you a yak!"
Laurel: "No one's ever told me I needed a yak before."


Dec. 20th, 2006 04:26 pm
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I finished my finals work today - more than 60 pages all told.

But the done-is-goodness doesn't even register any more, because

I got into the University of Toronto Faculty of Law!

I got in, I got in, I got in! Goodbye Michigan, never mind, Cornell - I'm heading North!
This is )

littlemousling: Text of a speech about "women's lib" given by Joyce Stevens (Women's Lib)
I wrote a paper about the Decameron today.
I started out slow and got angrier and angrier. Not so much at Boccaccio, but at the situation that these women - that millions, hundreds of millions, of women have had to live in for thousands of years. Boccaccio literally couldn't understand that coerced sex was rape. He couldn't imagine that an old man wanting to kidnap and have sex with two young girls was rape. He couldn't understand that threatening a woman's husband, life, and reputation to force her to have sex with you, not once but for as long as you continued to force her, was rape. He gave all of these stories happy endings. The forced women--yes, more than one, many more than one--are happy, he suggests. Or, more commonly, their happiness isn't even a question. It's "he lived in happiness to the end of his days," or "each lived happily with his [kidnapped] lady in the land of his birth."

And he was considered progressive. To hear my old, lecherous professor tell it, he's a feminist. And it just makes me incredibly angry. The lives of women then--the lives of women now, in some parts of the world--it's unimaginable.

Way-later ETA: The prof actually got me to submit that paper to a contest, and I won it. So maybe some people agree that Boccaccio's no feminist.


Dec. 13th, 2006 09:55 pm
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Whoa. New LJ post-typing layout thing. I like it, though.

I had been estimating most of the day that, in order to finish all my work in time, I'd need to write five pages a day, starting today, until next Thursday.
Now I'm thinking that was a little off.

Today? I wrote 11 pages )
I'm going to go lie down now.


Dec. 11th, 2006 08:08 am
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Madrigal rocked. Juniata has some fun traditions, all right. For those who don't go there (ie most of you), there's a holiday dinner complete with singing (and the servers are professors, very cool) and then a dance. All of Laurel's friends are lovely, which definitely made everything that much more fun, and we were dancing until they turned the music off (admittedly, that was 1:00am, but still!).

Anyway, despite crazy crazy end-of-term stuff, it was still completely worth it to take a couple of days and go see Laurel.
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There are a lot of things to like about warm, rainy fall days.

But I think my favorite is little soaked squirrel butts.

They're adorable. They sit up in the wet grass and examine acorns, and then when they scamper off their butts are darker gray from the water. I mean, there's actually something that makes squirrels *more* adorable. That's amazing!

Hung jury

Nov. 4th, 2006 02:11 pm
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Looks like I'm excused from my jury duty, I think because I'm a full-time student.

I'm not sure how I feel about that, actually. I think it'd be pretty interesting and, obviously, as a future lawyer I think it's important. But it'd definitely have been a big problem to get there and to miss class, the latter being the more important part (and presumably one of the reasons students are excused).

Wonder what the case would've been?

I guess I won't get to serve until after I'm done with law school - and then I'll be in Canada and will probably need to use my deferrals until I'm a permanent resident. Hmm, actually, since I'll be keeping my citizenship, can they still call me up and make me come down to PA or Rochester to serve? I'll have to look into that!
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Lantern Night!

Watching it from above was a totally different but almost equally affecting experience as being ia participant. It was still amazingly dark; it was still hundreds of women in black robes singing in Greek; it was still painfully long and painfully short at the same time.

The main differences, I think, are these: first, the crowd, not of silent, awed fellow lantern recipients but of coughing, whispering watchers. Second, the view: not just someone's back, but the whole Cloisters, dark and gradually lit by hundreds of tiny points of light (blue, this year), blinking in and out of existence as the bearers passed between and behind their fellows to file out. From above, it's a dance, it's modern art with candles and glass. Below, it's ... ephemeral. The feeling is unforgettable, but the details disappear fast.

A short, sweet step sing, a few tears over "Bread and Roses," and coming home singing "Build Me Up Buttercup" - this is fall at Bryn Mawr, my last one.
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I love Daylight Savings Time. Woke up (naturally) at 7, despite being up until 2:30 (or 1:30, depending) last night, was showered by 8 and had my laundry cleaned, dried, folded, and put away by 9.

Lantern Night tonight. I can't wait. I'm so glad I got tickets - Lantern Night rocks.
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Went to Rhoads halloween, danced up a storm, had fun, was reminded of the many many reasons I avoid having friends who drink (at least to excess). Yay for teetotaling friends.

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