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| Wednesday, December 16th, 2009 |
kymmz
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1:27a |
Finale!
This is it! The Top Six! The finale! Cat Deeley looks sort of casual, like she's not wearing very much makeup and her hair is just kind of thrown up. Both Adam and Mary say that she looks gorgeous, and of course she does because of genetics, but it's a peculiarly laid-back kind of look tonight. Kathryn and Ryan do an incredibly primative, primal samba, with Ryan shirtless. It was just crazy awesome. I really really need to rewind and watch it again. Ellenore and Jakob doing a Tyce Broadway routine. And because it's Ellenore and Jakob, it's good and they are great. In spite of Tyce. Ashleigh and Russell lyrical jazz, Ashleigh in white and Russell in black, she sort of as his guardian angel. Russell is shirtless. They know what the viewers want. Poor Jakob, nobody is asking him to take off his shirt. The dance is lovely, they both are fantastic, and then the judges just plotz all over Russell, Mary bursting into tears, and they try to say good things about Ashleigh, too, but no matter how effusive they are over her, they all lose their collective minds over Russell. Ellenore and Ryan robot jazz, which I absolutely loved. Nigel didn't care for it, he said, "You both did what was asked of you, I guess," which is the definition of damning with faint praise. Mary and Adam liked it better than Nigel, thank goodness, and I thought it was fantastic. And really sexy. Ashleigh and Jakob foxtrot. Which was fine, I just am not nuts about the foxtrot generally. I notice that they are saving Ashleigh and Ryan for last! Ellenore and Russell paso double. Russell is shirtless again. Just in case we missed it the first time. Wow. That was terrific. It wasn't as good as Legacy and Kathryn's admiral home from the sea paso, but it was pretty great. Kathryn and Jakob are doing a contemporary about lovers breaking up. Or possibly staying together. It's hard to tell without rehearsal footage, but they have a lot of dances to fit into an hour. And Jakob has his shirt open! Hooray, Jakob wasn't left out of the beefcake parade, even if he is less beef than veal. That was entirely lovely. Ashleigh and Ryan at last. And they are doing a Travis contemporary. It's a gorgeous, gorgeous number that is clearly about a couple who love and support each other. And Ryan didn't button his shirt, because he knows his audience. They are both weeping as they are being judged. As is Mary. So lovely. Kathryn and Russell hip hop, which was very hip hoppy and swell. This is almost a random order. The first three and definitely the first three, the last two are definitely the last two. The four in the middle can go in almost any order. Notice how Ryan is in all three of the top three. I think that might mean that he is my favourite now. Kathryn and Ryan samba
Ellenore and Ryan robot jazz
Ashleigh and Ryan contemporary
Kahtryn and Russell hip hop
Kathryn and Jakob contemporary
Ellenore and Russell paso double
Ashleigh and Russell guardian angel lyrical jazz
Ellenore and Jakob Fosse rip-off
Ashleigh and Jakob foxtrot Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
| Monday, December 14th, 2009 |
kymmz
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9:09p |
Crowded, noisy, dark bar
I do like this theatre very much, but I hate hate HATE that the box office is in the bar, or at least I hate it when it gets real bar-y, which it does when there are people in here drinking. Becuase then they turn the music up real loud and turn the lights down real low and everyone's yelling and I am MIZABLE! Bleh. When it gets really awful I can usually move into one of the studios, but they are all full tonight and no room for me but in this crowded, noisy, loud bar. Do I sound seventy years old or eighty? She says pounding her cane on the floor. *** So I forgot to update yesterday! It won't be a perfect Holidailies, which is too bad, but usually if it isn't perfect it's pretty close, so I'm hoping that I'll only have dropped the one. We'll see. I spent yesterday teching the Christmas shows that opened tonight, which was fine, none of them sucked, none changed my soul forever, then I did my own show, which went well, so clearly if I had written, it would have been a mighty short entry. *** Today I got up early to go to the dentist, got a tooth filled, then went home and contemplated lying in bed all day watching episodes of My Boys, Modern Family, Community, Big Bang Theory, White Collar and the Alice miniseries that were on the TiVo, or going into the city and seeing Nine at SAG. Well, Rotten Tomatoes gave it a 36% and my bed was super comfy, so it wasn't much of a contest. Also, when you are clearing off the TiVo, you get quite a sense of accomplishment when you do so by watching sitcoms. I was only able to see half an hour or so of Alice, but I was enjoying it very much, and not only because Andrew Lee Potts from Primeval was playing the Mad Hatter. Then I came into the city early for the Christmas shows, because the tree and the piano needed to be moved, although I had to wait until somebody else showed up in order to help me. *** Okay, first show is over, waiting to see if anyone is going to show up for the second one. In the noisy, crowded, dark bar. Have I mentioned that yet? *** Christmas cards! Christmas cards! I know you people want Christmas cards, send me your addresses!  |
athenais
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11:10a |
I have just realized
I have to buy John just one present. It must be purchased from a physical store, not online. It means going to a large store at a mall. Please kill me now. |
_stranger_here
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7:34a |
new fiction
Now playing at Strange Horizons, the complete two-part story, beginning here: "Beautiful White Bodies" by Alice Sola KimThe fall after Justine moved back home, the high school girls became beautiful. She saw it herself, from behind the counter of the coffee shop by her old high school. The beauty spread viciously: first to one girl, then two, then four, and now almost twenty. There are so many layers to this piece that I am tempted to talk about it here. But I generally let our stories speak for themselves, so I won't say anything further to prepare you for this one, except to hope there are other readers out there who will find it as awesome and fascinating as I do. Enjoy! |
| Saturday, December 12th, 2009 |
athenais
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6:12p |
Winning
We just watched them announce the Heisman Trophy winner for 2009. I was really moved by how much it meant to Mark Ingram, the sophomore running back from Alabama; I got teary-eyed myself. I have never in my life won an award. The closest I ever came was winning DUFF in 1987. But I've never been the best at anything, the cleverest, the most talented. I wonder what it's like? |
kymmz
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6:54p |
Between the shows
I'm between shows now, had my matinee and now is the hanging out and waiting time. Yesterday was awesome, my first day just for being in the house all day in ages, which I so needed. If for no other reason than to watch SYTYCD! I had to leave the house earlier than if I was just going to the show because I promised Le that I'd return his tux, which I pushed kind of late, which is why I was tweeting about the TRAFFIC! In the TUNNEL! And I was going to be LATE! This is what Twitter is really for, bitching about traffic. I did make it on time, so all was fine. In case you were worried, or something. This morning I made cookies and watched Big Bang Theory and then came into the theatre. Us third act people can get here half an hour after the show starts, and frankly an hour is still plenty of time, but I have to be there at the regular call time to talk to the box office, etc., but even without that, I think my head would explode at the idea of coming that late to a show. Why sit at home all tense and twitching, waiting for the time that I can come in, why I can just come in? I always get there at 6.30p at the latest anyway, instead of 7p, usually 6p. I have such a tendency to be late that I'm always super early to shows, because I'm so worried about maybe being late. In this case, it means getting there three hours early, apparently! *** Christmas cards! Christmas cards! I know you people want Christmas cards, send me your addresses! |
athenais
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12:35a |
That's that
Stanford lost last night to Michigan. I know I'm supposed to be happy and maybe slightly surprised they made it as far as the Sweet Sixteen, but...man. They lost badly.So tonight (Elite Eight, don't you love playoff names?) we'll be watching Michigan take on Hawaii, and I hope the Rainbow Wahines hand their skinny Midwestern asses to them. It'll be a really interesting game for sure. Then it's all over as far as being in the audience. The Final Four takes place in Florida next weekend and we'll watch it on tv. Also next weekend, we found out today, the church next door is having a live outdoor performance called The Birthday of King Jesus Christ. There will be a creche with real humans. I hope with all my heart there will be real camels and real donkeys, but I do not count on it. There will be a lot of Bible-y Christian-y stuff. There will absolutely be performances by the five or six choirs they have. There will be a lot of people coming to see this. I would infinitely prefer the church not put on this kind of show because parking on our street is already insanely limited and a lot of locals use it to cut through to the drug store instead of dealing with El Camino's stoplights. Having this go on for two days? My life is going to suck whenever I come home from work. But if there are camels and donkeys I will be marginally appeased. |
| Friday, December 11th, 2009 |
orbitalmechanic
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7:48p |
100 recipes: Pepper steak with squash (and mushrooms)
Recipe 51: Pepper steak with squash and not mushrooms. Meant to pick up mushrooms on the way home from boxing class but, of course, had no brain power by the time I got out. It was pepper steak with squash (and onions), and it would have been better with mushrooms but it was very fine without. As usual, I underestimated the amount of cooking that would occur after the steak left the heat, so it wasn't quite perfect London broil, but I'll get it next time. Down to four wee tiny squashes. (Thanks, everyone who gave suggestions on my last sad post!) Beets carrots parsnips potatoes leeks turnips and kale are not moving so fast. Am pawning off half my half-winter-farm-share on yet another sucker. I swear I have really learned my lesson this time. |
kymmz
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3:31p |
SYTYCD results, who is going to the finale?
Okay, I've just got to watch and recap the So You Think You Can Dance results show too, there is no way this won't be upsetting! They start out with a really arresting dance with them all wearing costumes that are half one thing and half another, and it was just incredible. I'm wondering how it was different when it was choreographed for eight instead of seven. I think being seven makes it even better. And it's by Sonya. That makes perfect sense. They've been using remixes this week, whatever, I am old and don't care about remixes, and now they are talking about the dj who did the remix for this dance and whatever, I haven't heard of any djs, wait! Except for this one, it's Samantha Ronson, aka Lindsay Lohan's ex! She seems skinny and feeble. Seriously, does she have a wasting disease? Is Lohan a vampire who sucked all of the life-force out of her? Or is dj-ing just really exhausting? They are starting with the guys. O God, o God, my nerves can't take it. It'll be two safe, two in danger. And I will have a heart attack. Russell's in the finale! Hurray! Now it's Legacy. And if Cat is opening the envelope, he must be in danger, because otherwise she'd just look at Ryan and Jakob, shrug and say, "Obviously, you're both in danger, we don't need to see your recaps from last night." Commercial before Jakob! All have ten heart attacks. O God. Jakob is through. That means that either my beloved Legacy or my beloved Ryan has to go. Either way, my heart will break. Now the girls. As long as Kathryn and Ellenore go through, I'll be happy, it's not as difficult a choice as the boys. Kathryn is first and is safe, yay! Ellenore is second, o no! And she's bottom two. Now it's between Mollee and Ashleigh. That's a tough one, the pity vote or the popular girl. And Ashleigh's through! If Ashleigh goes to the finale without Ryan, it would be so sad. But if Legacy doesn't go to the finale, I will die! Argh! I hate this show, why do I watch it? Asia's number one pop group, The Wonder Girls. Are you insane? I'm not watching that! Christmas from K-Mart, they give presents to each other, I don't care. Sad final solos. Legacy, twirling on his head to melancholy string quartet. Ellenore, also moody music, Ryan his same solo from last night, the first smiles of these solos, Mollee serious and despairing. Kris Allen may be popular, but not with me, not when he's taking up time before the cuts. I couldn't give two shits. Fast forward. Girls first. Ellenore looks tense and angry, Mollee looks sad. Ellenore makes it! And has to ask if it's her or Mollee, she was dead certain it would be her. Poor little Molls, but the final girls are definitely what they should be. Legs and Ryan. God, it's Ryan! Ryan's going to the finale! I was pretty sure it would be my Legacy, but either way I would be both thrilled and devastated. Ryan immediately bursts into tears. They show Legacy's parents in the audience and I burst into tears. It's interesting to see who hugs who as the show ends. Legacy gets Ellenore, Kathryn (natch), Russell and Ryan clutching him like they are drowning, sobbing Mollee gets Cat, Jakob and Ashleigh. But here is the best bit, which I rewound and watched about ten times. Legacy looks over to the finalists as Cat talks, puts his hand on his heart and mouths, I love you, the camera cuts to the finalists just as Kathryn is giving this little nod. Legacy may have lost the contest, but I think he just may have won the prize. Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
kymmz
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1:17a |
So You Think You Can Dance two days late
It's So You Think You Can Dance Top Eight, aka the semi-finals, because apparently they are doing the finals with six because otherwise they would run into holiday programming, so says the SYTYCD Twitter feed. Here is my hope for this episode. That everyone will think of something different to say to these dancers! Here is what they always get, it should be a drinking game: "Mollee, you have grown so much!" "Ellenore, you are so original!" "Kathryn, you're so pretty!" "Russell, it's amazing you can do that, you're a krumper!" "Ashleigh/Ryan, it's amazing you can do that, you're a ballroom dancer!" "Legacy, it's amazing you can do that, you're a b-boy!" "Jakob, it's amazing you can do that!" Everyone can stop falling all over themselves that non-contemporary dancers can go out of their styles. If they couldn't, they'd be gone by now. They start with baby pictures of the dancers, indicating that they have been dreaming all of their lives for this moment. Which would be tricky, since the shows hasn't been on that long. Wait, where's Ashleigh? These are the girls, Cat says, and yet there are only three. Was she hurt? I know Ellenore was hurt, because Nappytabs told us on Twitter (I know, I know, I just found everyone on Twitter, I can't help myself). Okay, here comes Ashleigh with a sling and a dislocated shoulder. She wasn't cleared to dance tonight, but she can be voted for anyway. Hmm. She was kind of my choice to leave tonight, possibly the injury might help her stay. Kathryn and Ryan are doing a disco love story. We are back to the rehearal footage, thank goodness. Their head unisons aren't good, but Ryan was totally born too late, he should have been at 54, he'd have been king of the floor. I thought that was a blast, even with the bad unison, I thought it was a blast. Adam called Kathryn beautiful. Take a drink. Mary says their unison was great, I don't know where her eyes were. Nigel is complaining about the outfits and that Ryan was too stiff. He's insane, but the costume complaint is idiotic. And it's pretty rich coming from a guy wearing a white shirt and tie under a black leather jacket. Mollee and Jakob are doing a waltz about a girl who lost her mojo. What? Uh-oh. This could be a disaster. Wow not only was it not a disaster, it was completely awesome. And honestly, here's my stupid costume comment, but her skirt made the dance even better, it's flow is so perfect. Adam said that Jakob is amazing and that Mollee is blooming, two drinks. Mary says Mollee is gaining confidence every routine, drink. Ashleigh is out to give her phone number for voting, but no solo. Still in a sling, though entire minutes have gone by. *** At that point I had to turn off the tv and go to sleep, and now it's two days later and I really do need to watch the darn thing! I can sleep in in the morning, this is the night to do it. Okay, it's Ellenore and Legacy, aka my best girl and my best b-boy. And they get to do a Travis Wall routine! This is gonna rule. It's a piece about married assasins hired to kill each other. They don't mention that Ellenore was in a sling just the day before, NP Twittered the picture! Sorry, I know, I promised no more Twitter talk. Except one last one, Kathryn went out with Legacy and his parents Monday night. That's for those of you who believe that they are in loooooooove! Like Eliza! (and me) Okay, that was so awesomely awesome and filled with awesomeness and awesomeosity. Travis is the most amazing choreographer. Mary says "Legacy, this isn't your style," so half a drink. Nigel says that Travis might get and Emmy nod for it, and he looks genuinly as though Nigel saying that is as good as actually getting an Emmy. Jakob's solo. Of course it's super bendy and twirly and jumpy, its Jakob. Now it's Russell and not-Ashleigh doing a hip-hop about booty shaking, who's he gonna be dancing with? It's a male choreographer, unlike that other time when he danced ballroom with the ballroom lady, is it going to be the SYTYCD debut of male/male dancing? Nope, he's dancing with the choreographer's assistant. And yes, I know boys dance together in the finals, don't spoil my joke. And he KILLED it! Russell is amazing, and wow, what a fun number. Mollee's solo. Very titty, very I'm all grown up. Now I said it, drink. Ryan and Kathryn are back, with a cha cha. Man, Ryan really pulled out the dances to his strengths this week. Okay, I watched that without moving or blinking and at that last pose, with Kathryn upside-down, I just said aloud, "Good Jesus God!" That was fucking amazing. And more about Kathryn's ass than the even booty hip hop! That was absolutely awe-inspiring. My boy Legacy's solo. He spins on his head and pretends to talk on the phone. I don't care what he does, I just want to watch him do it. Ellenore's solo. She does it to a James Brown number and at the end she James Brown's it out. Very cool. Russell's solo. So cute! Dressed as Santa, krumping it up, and he danced out of one of his shoes, and that was my favourite solo of the year. Mollee and Jakob are doing a Broadway number about con artists, not choreographed by he who must not be named, thank goodness! At first I thought, okay it's the first dud of the night, I was mildly bored until the change in the middle when it just burst into all kinds of life. Six routines out of the eight we have seen and every single one of them incredible? How can this be? Will it be a full house? Kathryn's solo. Very solo-y. Ellenore and Legacy hip-hop. Really? I'm starting to think that the bag where they pull out the styles from might have been the teensiest bit rigged. No complaints, though. And it's a hip-hop about aliens, so that's perfect for Ellenore. If she's saying that it's strange, it must be REALLY strange! Drink. Fun, but tonight it's the least interesting number of the night. And I hated the costumes. Ryan's solo. Chest out, legs a-wigglin'. When Cat is giving out the "vote for Ryan info," when normally he would say his own personal digit, which this week is 8, he said 1 and begged the audience to vote for Ashleigh, tears in his eyes. So sweet! Russell and not-Ashleigh are doing Bollywood. Russell has so much joy in his dancing, it's so great too see that huge smile on his face as he leaps around the stage with this high-energy music. Wonderful! And Adam completely repeats everything I just typed. I'd think he was peeking except that he said it several days ago. Mary, there is no such word as "bursted". Nigel is doing the "Russell, it's amazing you can do that, you're a krumper!" routine, two drinks! The order of the night could be almost anything except that the first and last ones stay where they are, the other six could be any which way, I loved them all. Who is going to go? None of them! That's my vote. All stay. I insanely adore Ryan, Legacy and Russell, Jakob is too good to go, Ellenore and Kathryn are my faves, Ashleigh gets the pity vote, Mollee is loved. I think for the girls I pick Mollee, I can't pick a guy, don't ask me to. Order of the night: Ellenore and Legacy married assasins Kathryn and Ryan cha cha Russell and not-Ashleigh booty hip-hop Mollee and Jakob waltz Mollee and Jakob con artist Broadway Kathryn and Ryan disco Russell and not-Ashleigh Bollywood Ellenore and Legacy alien hip-hop |
| Thursday, December 10th, 2009 |
athenais
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12:22p |
Data recovery
Dear friends, My address book is inaccessible. It's also several years out of date. Please send me your address (and phone number if you think I don't have it) to huntzinger at that there gmail address, please. I would very much like to be able to send you a book or a card or a shiny thing once in awhile. Comments screened in case you want to leave the information here. Love, Dipsy Doodle |
athenais
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11:31a |
Malfunction
That's disturbing. I seem to have lost my Eudora mailbox, which I admittedly stopped using three years ago, without any clue how to recover the data it held, namely, all the physical mail addresses I had for everyone. And my Palm Treo software has a blank address book, which is more disturbing, because that one was up to date. I can't figure out how to recover it from back up. I guess I'll have to ask John to help me. I am ashamed to be this inept at computer stuff. So anyway, I can't send out Christmas cards because I don't have anyone's address. I bought cards. I've filled in quite a few, ready to put in an envelope. Here I am, stuck with no address book for the first time in decades. I haven't had a physical one in years, mainly because what the hell, no one writes to me anyway. True, I was slack about the electronic ones. But to have nothing? I am unmoored. I could email all of the people I want to send Christmas cards to, but I don't know where they live. And of course, if you're not in my phone you're not part of my world, either, because your phone number went away with the addresses. That really does disturb me. Welcome to the future. If I don't communicate by phone or email, I don't communicate at all. ETA 10:47 p.m.: I have recovered my Eudora address book. It's six years out of date! Gah. |
kymmz
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1:51a |
Opening night
So the show opened and the party happened and everything I was worried about is over, and this is why one of my mantras is "Time passes". Which is different than "This too shall pass", because that's more about being in a bad place in your life. "Time passes" is about worrying about something that is coming, that soon it will be over and you'll think, wow, I was so worried and now I don't have to be anymore! *** This morning I got up early because I was too worried about everything to sleep more, and because I had cookies to make and my dressy clothes to find and so on. Simultaneously, two things happened, I pulled the cookies out of the oven and found that I had forgotten to add baking soda, which means that instead of cookies, I had rocks, and that Sam had given me the wrong time for the walk, it wasn't at 1p, it was at 12.15p! Somehow I managed to both make a whole new cookie batter, including all of the ingrediants this time, and also leave the house 45 minutes earlier than I had planned. I only had that one walk, then I went to the theatre and got there at 2.30p, aka four and a half hours early. I got a bunch of extra chairs and put them everyplace I could manage to put an extra chair, I ended up with 50 seats for my 51 reservations, which was good, because I had started out with 39! *** The show itself went great, the audience was huge and appreciative, half of whom have done this show in previous productions! Afterwards we had the big 25th anniversary party, which was fantastic, and I hate parties. I didn't want to leave, but I have more cookies to make and dogs to walk in the morning, but more than anything else, I'm just happy that it's over and I don't have to worry about such a big audience for awhile. Probably not until closing night! Posted via LiveJournal.app.
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| Wednesday, December 9th, 2009 |
kymmz
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1:13a |
Tired
I was writing my SYTYCD recap, but it's 1a and I have to go to sleep, no time to get through that whole two hours. Long exhausting day walking dogs, then recording Larry playing the piano for the show, then final dress tech. Which went extremely well, but I'm shattered. I'm worried about tomorrow, fitting a quart in a pint pot, as they say. Which means fitting 53 confirmed reservations into about 41 seats. Though I think I figured today how I can fit a bunch of extra seats in. I hope. Tomorrow I am only walking one dog at 1p and that's it, so I'll get to the theatre super early to figure out where I'm going to put everyone. Plus, once the show opens it'll be easier, nights won't go so late, and tomorrow is the only day when I'm hanging all those extra people off the rafters. Also plus, only 13 more days until my vacation. Posted via LiveJournal.app.
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| Tuesday, December 8th, 2009 |
athenais
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9:43p |
Winter drew the blanket up
Cold overnight, so cold I found the steps slippery with frost when I went out to look at my garden. Frost lined the edges of my rose leaves and the solitary pink rose that bloomed hopefully last week. "Oh, rose," I said, and took its photo. "Don't you know even California has a winter?" We do. It's brief, and it's lovely, and it's not like the winters I grew up with, but it's not fooling around, either. It's no kidding coat weather. My feet freeze if I don't wear socks and heavy shoes. My ears ache if I don't wear a hat, and I blow dry my hair even if I'm not going out, that's how cold it is. Even the dudest of dudes in the coastal cities give up their board shorts and flip-flops for a few weeks in December and January. I made my solitary pet sitting visit of the day in South San Francisco and afterwards stood looking over the cul-de-sac's view of the bay from San Bruno Mountain to Foster City. The east hills had snow on them. The water was grey and choppy. There was an ugly yellow smear running along the lower foothills; smog for certain, thanks to an inversion which kept it concentrated and low. I didn't like thinking about how that was what I was breathing, though right there I probably wasn't. But at my house, yes. Then I went home and thought about how almost everything I write in fiction is set during winter. Not this next project, though. It'll take place in late summer and finish before winter sets in. The last time I worked on a project of this length, set in Vienna in December, I kept finding myself writing in hot drinks, blankets, fur coats and fires. Perhaps this time I will write cool linens, citrus drinks, the relief of a sunset breeze after a long day among the rustling grasses. But I will be drinking hot drinks with a blanket nearby until at least February. |
athenais
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11:46a |
Frost gift
 We woke to a rare frost here on the ocean side of the Bay. |
orbitalmechanic
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12:50p |
Flurry
(Toddler boot drama redacted. Let's leave up the picture.) 
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| Monday, December 7th, 2009 |
kymmz
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11:51p |
On the first day of Holidailies, my true love gave to me...
Holy crap, it's the first day of Holidailies and I almost forgot to post! Man, am I out of the habit. It was the first tech for Shrapnel tonight, yesterday was the move-in to the space, tomorrow is the final dress, Wednesday we open. It went pretty well, although these women in my scene eat more cookies than I ever thought imaginable. I made 4 1/2 dozen yesterday and we are down to the last dozen! I am going to be making more cookies than I actually thought possible. Also, I'm making the lemonade. If I have to eat the cookies and drink the lemonade, it's going to be how I like it. No Crystal Light for me! Tomorrow is another goddamn dogwalking day where I'm walking from 10.30a until 5.30p with only one tiny break, I hate that so much, it makes me crazy, but I need the dough so I'm not gonna say no. If only I had more comfortable shoes, except that I don't think there are comfortable enough shoes on God's green earth to walk seven hours with only one half hour break. I can't wait until my vacation. *** Christmas cards! Christmas cards! I know you people want Christmas cards, send me your addresses! |
orbitalmechanic
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4:40p |
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athenais
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11:30a |
Holidailies
I am once again a reader for the Holidailies project, a free community writing project that takes place during the winter holiday season. This is its tenth year and although I'm not perfectly certain, I think this is my seventh year as a reader. I don't think I participated as a writer more than once because I stopped keeping a journal at the end of 2002 when I graduated from college. In 2003 I was writing my first novel. I managed to go ten months before I ventured back by way of Livejournal. Now I blog instead of journal, and yes, there is quite a difference in terms of how and what I write. If you've only read me here, well, you'll have to take my word for it, I can write a hell of an essay when I have something to say and I had something to say almost daily for seven years at Aries Moon. But while I appreciate having a large audience for my blog, it inhibits me compared to when I knew everyone who was reading me. Lurkers are fine by me, though. God knows I lurk like crazy all over LJ. So, Holidailies has commenced, and I must say the new crop of journals I read today impressed me. I don't read widely outside of LJ, but every year I add a few journals to follow and every year I find some consistently brilliant writers who make me wish I had not decided to hold back so much of myself online. Some of those are already friends of many years. Because we're old and stuff. Now I have done my duty by the project for the morning and must sit down with my various lists, summaries, notes and character sketches. For today is the day I make the master outline of the new novel. I hereby promise that I will not be discussing it in any detail, good or bad, as I work through it. You will not hear about my writing process, have to hear what's working or not, or look at any statistics. At most, as with my short stories, you'll get a few references to being pleased or feeling like I've fallen behind a bit. So don't worry. I'm not a writing bore. I have a crit group for that. Ha! |
| Sunday, December 6th, 2009 |
athenais
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2:29p |
Consumed
1 cup of coffee. 4 slices of dense, chewy walnut and olive bread spread with herbed goat cheese. 1 small Dungeness crab. 1 small salad with lettuce, broccoli and carrots, bleu cheese dressing. 1 orange. *heaven* |
athenais
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8:54a |
Quizolutions
In 2010,  athenais resolves to... Learn to play the ghosts.
Tell my family about roses.
Apply for a new tiki.
Spend more time with my moomintrolls.
Go to architecture every Sunday.
Take evening classes in varttina.
This sounds like a great 2010! Thanks, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) garunya! |
| Saturday, December 5th, 2009 |
athenais
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10:48p |
Athletics
That was intense. Stanford barely won tonight. St. Mary's was solid as a rock in defense and never seemed to fall apart mentally. Stanford, on the other hand, lost its marbles a few times. But they won, so they advance to the Sweet Sixteen next weekend, playing Michigan. If they win that, and they should, they will play the winner of Illinois versus Hawaii. It's going to be really exciting. After that, volleyball is over for the season as far as me getting to any games. I may have withdrawal. Or I may check out the gymnastics meets in January. I love gymnastics. It's the only team sport I was part of in school. It's probably hard to believe now, but I was kind of a shrimp until high school when I grew five inches and developed a saucy figure. The shrimpiness meant my dreams of being a ballerina were always doomed, though I did not realize it until fifth grade. My build meant I was never destined to be any kind of professional athlete, but truthfully, I never had the passion for it. I could have been a ski bum pretty happily. However, my parents insisted I go to college instead. I do love watching young people play sports, though. I hope Stanford wins the NCAA championship. And you, lucky people, do not have to read me babbling about volleyball for another nine months now. |
kymmz
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1:27a |
Up in the Air
Saw Up in the Air today, because it looked funny and Clooney's in it, but it was so much more than that. Sure it was funny, but as I told Twitter, it was unexpectedly moving and packed quite a punch. Excellent performances, too. I don't know why it reminds me of Michael Clayton so much, possibly because it's the darker side of that charming character that Clooney has played for years, he's fraying around the edges, it's a little shopworn. And it's sort of sad and dreadful. Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
| Friday, December 4th, 2009 |
kymmz
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12:11a |
The iPhone thinks when I type kibble, I mean kibbutz
So I've been yapping and yapping about Holidailies but I only just realizes that I hadn't registered yet! They only opened registration yesterday, though, so it hadn't filled up yet, fortunately. I've done it every single year since it started. *** So, I'm pooped, it's been a long-ass day. Week, really. These dog walking days have just gone on and on where they last six or seven hours with only half an hour break in there, and three days in a row of that really make me just want to chop my feet off at the ankle. In fact, I have to pee now, but the idea is so horrifying that I just might choose to soil myself instead. *** I was walking down CPW today with five dogs and passed these two people with rolly suitcases filled with dog food samples. And by samples, I mean huge bags! Well, good-sized bags. And they just laid them on me. Wait, I'll count. Okay, three bags of salmon and rice, three of venison and potato, two of turkey and grain, one adult dog, one sensitive skin, and one large dog. Phew, I'll bet if I hadn't had five dogs with me I wouldn't have gotten nearly so much! When I've gotten free kibble before, I've always used it for treats. Well, I'm pretty sure that I'm set for treats through much of 2011. *** Damn, I'm sleepy. It's gone midnight, and I no longer stay up past 11.30p these days, so I'll be collapsing now, if you'll excuse me. I can sleep in tomorrow, which probably means I'll be up by 8a. When did I become Miss Early to Bed, Early to Rise? Who am I? Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
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