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12:55pm 14/01/2011
  AS EVER. I've disappeared off the face of the planet. Just dropping in to say, briefly, that I've started classes, they're lovely, and that everything here is okay. A distance acquaintance of my stepmother's was one of the people killed in the shooting last week, but thank God we were no more affected than that.

That is...about it.
 
     

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09:46pm 20/09/2010
  Not a whole lot to report of late. Applying to the Russian master's program here at University of Arizona. It does not, shall we say, appear to be the single most reputable program in the world; it appears as though all I'm going to need to get in is three recommendations and a transcript. No essay, no GRE. Still, I'm not terribly torn up about all of this; it'll be nice to get back into a classroom - particularly for an experience that'll only run me about, God and the bursar willing, $6000 for the year.

Anyway. I've been cooking up a storm of late! My parents are part of a farm-share, so for the first time in a long time I have ample fresh produce - and, most awesomely, produce where I don't really know what I'm getting till I get it, which necessitates creativity. Things I've made in the past two weeks or so:

-Kimchi jjigae (kimchi stew)
-Bibimbap (Korean rice/vegetable bowl)
-Crab cakes with a v. salty (but still delicious!) aioli
-My signature lemon basil cookies
-Pasta puttanesca (So easy! This is seriously my go-to lazy/cheap pasta recipe. My particular tip? If someone you're cooking for hates anchovies, use tuna - the flavor is much broader and less delicate, less distinctively puttanesca, but it's also more broadly appealing.)
-Beet and goat cheese salad
-Lemon-garlic chicken breasts with a white wine shallot sauce. Man, I marinated these chicken breasts with an extra-strong marinade because I got started on them late and then I ended up falling asleep and then they ended up marinating overnight and I was freaking out but then, SURPRISE, BEST EVER.
-Green chile stew, A NEW MEXICO TRADITION
-Enchiladas with homemade chile verde sauce.

If anyone wants a recipe, I definitely write them out. Joan, my friend from New York, actually just FedExed me this absolutely precious recipe binder as a gift and a way to remember her by - since she can't cook for beans, she's told me I have to make a cookbook for her so that she can learn. So that's my new resolution - to actually write down the recipes of what I cook, rather than just improvising.

Anyway, thank you all for your constant well-wishes. You guys are such darlings, and I just want to thank everyone for being so sweet even though I'm a lame who's neglected all of you for like the past two years. SUCH LOVE.
 
     

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08:54am 01/03/2010
  Hoof. Okay, a quick life-update, since I'm about to head off to work - still chugging away at my job, no end in sight, etc., etc., whinge whinge I hate my clients. And am now age 23, hating my clients. YEAH I ROCK.

Anyway. People should request drabbles from me. It has been such a long time since I have written anything of substance, so bros, friends, friendbros, brofriends, help me out and if you remember me after this great distance of time and space and turning 23, request away. For any of the following fandoms:

-Ho-nix Wright
-Code Gayass
-Avaturd
-Suik-ho-den
-Caprica Craprica, THANK YOU emptybackpack
-Dragqueen Age: Origins

...Or any other fandom we've ever been in together. Or, hell, a fandom with which I'm tangentially familiar. DO EET.
 
     

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04:42pm 15/01/2010
  I, uh, remain not dead. Hahaha, I'm not so faboo with this staying in contact thing, am I? Anyway, still plugging away at my job, paying the rent, trying new recipes, all that. Last night I made chicken tabaka, though I couldn't get it quite flat enough as a tragic side effect of not, er, really having the right kitchen equipment. Maybe I should surrender and actually buy kitchen weights. Going to make meatloaf tonight (QUELLE HORREUR, AN ACTUAL AMERICAN DISH) and am considering attempting a pie this weekend. Been a long time since I tried making pie crust. Should be exciting???

Anyway, just so I leave you guys with something intensely valuable: NEW JOANNA NEWSOM ALBUM COMING OUT ON FEBRUARY 23RD. /screams, runs in circles HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ME
 
     

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07:04am 21/09/2009
  Happy Monday, everyone! I can tell it's Monday because I feel like I'm going to vomit from anxiety, because that's how much I dread going to work!  
     

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09:56am 27/08/2009
  In New York. Found a job. It pays well. I hate it, though. Either got pickpocketed or lost my wallet yesterday. Not sure which one I would prefer to be the case.

FML(????)
 
     

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01:21am 16/06/2009
  I sort of like working as a receptionist, I must say. You get to sit all day, in the air conditioning, and read the New York Times. For pay. And occasionally get yelled at by dudes threatening legal action.  
     

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09:03pm 02/06/2009
  Okay, I'm ttly gonna get back into the habit of using this, y'all. Ttly. The semester from hell is over; I have no excuse for neglecting my friends anymore.

SO HI =D
 
     

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09:38am 04/02/2009
  HOWDY Y'ALLSES

So, um, still alive. As it turns out. Survived the trip to Korea, survived the return to school...And let me tell you guys, Korea is bananas. In the best way. Man, one day we paid to have our feet eaten by fish and then paid to have dogs stare at us while we drank overpriced tea. How is that not awesome!

Anyway, currently in the middle of thesis poop. I would like to moan about how much reading there is, BUT THERE ISN'T. BECAUSE NO ONE HAS WRITTEN ON MY TOPIC. FUCK.

Oh, well. I'll pull through. Somehow. How's everyone else? =D?
 
     

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01:21pm 20/12/2008
  ME FOR THE PAST FIVE MONTHS:
"Ohhhh, woooooooe, I cannot sleep past 8! Ohhhhh, wooooooe, it is my lot to live the insomniac's life!"

YESTERDAY:
"Uh, wow, I slept in till 10. And I'm still on east coast time, so it was essentially till noon."

TODAY:
"Yes, this is more like it - waking up at 7:30 once again. I'll just rest to recover from this.......Oh. Er. Does that clock seriously say 11?"

THE FUTURE:
"Om nom, this hat is delicious."
 
     

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11:32am 07/12/2008
  "You know," my dad said the other day, "senior year is supposed to be easy."
"Well," I didn't say back to him, "I'D LIKE TO KNOW WHAT YOUR LIFE IS LIKE IN THAT PARALLEL DIMENSION."

I just feel like I'm drowning just at the moment. The thought of winter break in two weeks is more terrifying than tantalizing, because I know I have so fucking much to do between now and then. And I know that the moment this all ends, I'm going to collapse in the most epic illness known to man - I haven't been eating right, have barely gotten outside, have been getting six hours of sleep a night on the outside. The only consolation at the moment is all the fun I'm having ON THE INTERNETS.

Just...ughhhhgh. Winter break will be short, too. A week in Tucson, a week in Korea, two weeks in California, and then that's it. Spring semester's gonna be worse by far for me, too, because I'm getting a job (though only about a five hour a week job) and also, OH YEAH, LOL THESIS.

Dag.
Dag.

FUCK I STILL HAVEN'T ASKED MY TEACHERS FOR RECOMMENDATIONS
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Hahaha, so glad I could break my several-week silence with this PHENOMENALLY PHENOMENAL UPDATE.
 
     

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05:47pm 22/11/2008
  What I will be doing this weekend: Writing my paper.
What I would like to be doing: Writing my novel.
What I feel in regards to my novel: Trepidation mixed with excitement.
Why that is:

Blah blah blah writing, pretension.Collapse )
 
     

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08:42am 21/11/2008
  OH MY GOD SNOW ON THE GROUND SNOW STICKING ON THE GROUND AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS AMAZING  
     

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09:02am 05/11/2008
  HAHAHA, four hours of sleep last night, because I went to bed late and then couldn't stay asleep past about six this morning just because I needed to make sure it wasn't a dream. Terrible, because I'm going to be exhausted, Here's my schedule for today, with the homework I didn't do filled in during my free time:

10:30-11:30: Calculus
2:00-3:00: Meeting
3:00-5:00: Structure of Russian (including an unstudied-for exam!)
5:00-6:00: Russian departmental tea
6:00-7:00: Russian for Pre-Professionals
7:00-7:30: Meeting
8:30-10:00: Helping out at the study abroad session...

...BUT WHAT THE FUCK EVER. My steps will be made light today, y'all. I just feel so goddamn giddy, and warm, and...God. As cheesy as it sounds, I just feel hopeful.
 
     

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11:32pm 04/11/2008
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12:34pm 04/11/2008
  WHAT I OUGHT TO BE DOING
Reading these articles on South Ossetia

WHAT I AM DOING
Compulsively refreshing NYTimes.com and fivethirtyeight.com

It is barely past noon, Self. Stop it.
 
     

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09:03am 27/10/2008
  God, I am really going to have to courageous my shit up at some point soon.  
     

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09:45am 26/10/2008
  There is one type of music I hate more than the music the fucking sophomores blast at two in the fucking morning when some of us are seniors, and insomniacs, and need to cling to whatever sleep happens to drift our way.

And that is baroque music.

Shit all sounds exactly the same! I have a test today in which I have to identify by name pieces we've heard in class. What the shit! It's fucking 4/4th all the way through, orchestrated with a harpsichord, strings, oboes, and occasional horns, and it's all frilly and dancy and uninteresting. There's nothing to distinguish one piece from the next, and there's nothing to distinguish one piece from the monotony that will follow death.

God, Bach you, motherBachers.
 
     

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11:59am 12/10/2008
  GOD, FUCK IT. FUCK YOU, AIRLINES. FUCK YOU, AIR TRAVEL. FROM NOW ON I AM WALKING.  
     

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01:12pm 08/10/2008
  Sparrow Hills

"The breast beneath a kiss, as if beneath a water-jug!
Not always, indeed, not continually does summer gush forth.
Nor night after night do we raise
The low roar of accordions from the dust, as we tramp and drag along.

I have heard of old age. Fearful prophecies!
Not a single breaker will raise its hands to the stars.
So it is said. You do no believe it. No face upon the meadows,
No heart among the ponds, no god in the pine grove.

Then cleave your soul asunder! Make the whole day today foam up!
This is the world's noonday. Where are your eyes?
See, on the heights thoughts have been beaten into a white foam
Of woodpeckers, clouds and fir-cones, heat, and pine-needles.

Here the rails of the city trolleys have come to an end.
Farther up, pine-trees serve. Farther up, the others cannot go.
Farther up, it is Sunday. Tearing off the branches,
People will run through the clearings, slipping on the grass.

Sifting noon and Whitsunday and promenade,
The woods ask us to believe that the world is always so.
That it is laid out so in groves, so inspired with meadowland,
So shed on us, on chintz, from the clouds."




Translation not mine. I'm not crazy about it, and will probably do my own at some point, but my God is this a beautiful poem. I now know the framing text I'm going to use for my Pretentious As Butt novel - these lines -

"Not always, indeed, not continually does summer gush forth."
"...no god in the pine grove."
and
"The woods ask us to believe that the world is always so."

- hit some of my themes really hard. Plus this thing is so gorgeous that it'll elevate my poop-on-paper.

GOD FUCK I LOVE YOU BORIS PASTERNAK ♥
 
     

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