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Date:2005-05-27 22:35
Subject:Isn't it, oh isn't it.
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Isn't it the best when you find a truly interesting, worthwhile journal to waste your time with? They are so hard to find...

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Date:2004-12-29 23:33
Subject:Post-delightfulness.
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Absolutely delightful. I finished Emma today, mostly because I had wanted to see the movie and couldn't allow myself to cheat and not read the book, but truly, that is most decidedly my favorite Jane Austen book. Unlike MP, which was rather gloomy and sometimes boring, Emma is so light and airy and interesting at all points, thanks to the richness of the characters and the fluidity of the plot. PnP is, of course a favorite, but I've seen the movie so many times that it's made the book seem too much like a screenplay. But the movie to Emma is sufficiently short that I don't think there will be such a danger. But oh! Gwyneth was superb, and Jeremy Northam beautiful, and everything to picturesque. Mmm. And such a lovely change from the strange/unpleasant/icky/incomprehensible contemporary French novels I've mostly read this past semester. (I hope the German novels I'll be reading will be wunderschön.) But yes, so delicious, Emma.

And even more delicious, while I was lying on the couch, wrapped in my extra-stylish grey fleece blanky, Babe came! She first went and visited my mother, at the other end of the couch, but then saw me, and climbed her way across my mother's lap, my dog's little lair in between us, and my legs to come say hi! And I invited her under the blanky with me, and she came, and snuggled and purred and layed her head on my arm and it was ever so lovely, expecially since she's been so standoffish since I've come back. (I can't figure out if it's because elle m'en veut for being gone for so long or if it's because I've been rather smothering her with attention recently.)

Grave, grave disappointments have rocked my little world recently. Well, one is really very grave, regarding New Year's, the other not so grave, regarding television. Apparently Iio is to have a concert on New Year's Eve at the most popular club in Seattle, an event I never thought I would have the opportunity to attend and which I found out about purely by chance while listening to 89.5 (which is quite the undisappointment of this winter break). However, as it turns out, I won't have the opportunity to attend, since it's the United States, and New Year's Eve and a club and no one under 21 will be allowed in. (At one point I was determined to get a fake ID, but now I'm quite too frightened of that whole process and the possible problems I could incur, so I decided against.) That disappointment is major, since the other option is to go with my mum and dad to a party with some churchfriends. But at least that way I'll meet people in a non-club way, which could be good or could be not. The other disappointment simply has to do with the fact that our digital cable plan does not include the Italian, Russian or French tv stations that more advanced plans do, so I can go to the channels but only see "Restricted" or some such nonsense.

But oh dear, this 89.5 is amazing. I'm listening to it at the moment, and all it is is extremely well done, continuous, euphoric, beautiful trance music. Seattls really, really rocks.

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Date:2004-12-23 20:59
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Speaking of an extremely attractive Italian man.

Sigh.

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Date:2004-08-06 21:36
Subject:Giorni
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It's surprising how easy it is to sympathize with an extremelt attractive Italian man.

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Date:2004-07-22 21:54
Subject:Antoine de Saint-Exupéry [Der Kleine Prinz]
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Du bist für mich noch nichts als ein kleiner Knabe, der hunderttausend kleinen Knaben völlig gleicht. Ich brauche dich nicht, und du brauchst mich ebensowenig. Ich bin für dich nur ein Fuchs, der hunderttausend Füchsen gleicht. Aber wenn du mich zähmst, werden wir einander brauchen. Du wirst für mich einzig sein in der Welt. Ich werde für dich einzig sein in der Welt.

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Date:2004-05-02 22:12
Subject:Die Geschichte vom Daumenlutscher
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"Konrad!" sprach die Frau Mama,
"Ich geh' aus und du bleibst da.

Sei hübsch ordentlich und fromm,
Bis nach Haus ich wieder komm'.
Und vor allem, Konrad hör'!
Lutsche nicht am Daumen mehr;
Denn der Schneider mit der Scher'
Kommt sonst ganz geschwind daher,
Und die Daumen schneidet er
Ab, als ob Papier es wär'."

For geht nun die Mutter und
Wupp! den Daumen in den Mund.

Bauz! Da geht die Tür auf,
Und herein in schnellem Lauf
Springt der Scheider in die Stub'
Zu dem Daumen-Lutscher-Bub.
Weh! Jetzt geht es klipp und klapp
Mit der Scher' die Daumen ab,
Mit der großen scharfen Scher'!
Hei! Da schreit der Konrad sehr.

Als die Mutter kommt nach Haus,
Sieht der Konrad traurig aus.
Ohne Daumen steht er dort,
Die sind alle beide fort.


[Such an awful, horrid story. Yet so adorable. Daumen-Lutscher-Bub, indeed.]

[Oh, and I just heard the A-Teens on a super Kaliningrad radio station. Bliss.]

[Oh, and I'm in love with a Tarkan and Andrey Gubin, intensely.]

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Date:2004-04-18 22:26
Subject:Heaven, indeed
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I went to a club for the first time... ever, last night. My reasoning was that I would regret it if I went back to Tennessee without having experienced what "New York night life" was like. And, you know, that was kind of an excuse, because I really was curious. So I got a little bit spiffy, with a nice light blue polo shirt and some semi-tight (more like just plain too small) jeans and some glittery-gold chapstick that only looks appropriate for a club. And of course I went to Heaven, because that's the most famous to me and the most demographically suited to who I am. But I got on the website and suddenly was superscared that I had to be on a guest list, or something, so I signed up, and didn't know if it would be okay, and looked frantically for someone to ask, because I was just picturing being in this long intimidating line and getting to the front and not being able to get in and feeling totally embarrassed because my name wasn't on the list, but no one was around. So I went. At 9. And it didn't look open yet. So I browsed in Barnes and Noble until 10, when I thought it should be open. So I walked over and no one was in line and I asked the bouncer when the club opened and he said it was open now and then I asked if one needed to be on the guestlist to get in and he said no, you just need ten dollars and an ID. So, I went in. And was so nervous, I walked away from the cashier before getting my change. But NO ONE was there. It was so empty. Which made me feel even more awkward. So I walked around this tiny little ground floor room which was comprised of an itsy-bitsy stage, a big screen playing music videos, a bar, a coat check, and a little ledge alone one of the walls. I ended up leaning on the ledge, watching some of the people come in, listening to the semi-neat music, hoping tons of people would soon come so I wouldn't feel so much like I stood out. After a little while this black man came up and started talking to me. I ended up talking to him for like thirty minutes, and it was very interesting, because he was forty years old and had tons of tattoos everywhere and closed his eyes when he talked to me. And like everyone who came in knew him and gave him a kiss when they saw him. And then glanced at me, sometimes forcedly smiling. And a drag queen came up to tell me about some new themed night Heaven would be having, and I was amazed at how normal it felt to me to be talking to a drag queen. And how normal he/she looked. A really lovely feeling. And there was either this really beautiful black woman with odd-looking breasts or a very well-done drag queen with styrofoam boobs. But he/she was absolutely fascinating to look at, except that he/she looked very sad and seemed to be ignored by most everyone. It finally started to get a little bit full at around 11, but it was really ALL kinds of people who came. The crowd wasn't very big, but it was really quite diverse, with girls, older heterosexual couples, older gay men, and of course the majority were college age gay boys, who all seemed to know each other. So I continued to lean on the ledge as the music became progressively worse. At certain points in the night, there were actually songs that I almost couldn't help but dance to, but after like 11:15, they were just like... pop songs of the kind I really can't stand, with no prettiness, only really LOUD basses and nasal girl voices. But from about 10:30 until I left I played eye tag with a guy standing at the bar, who I would say was about 27. It was somewhat fun, and I was actually planning on asking him to dance when there would be enough people for me not to feel totally self-conscious, but I suddenly felt like I needed to go, since the music had been like 15 straight tracks of really repulsive music, so I did. Only after a bit of an embarrassing struggle to find the exit. And after not moving from my standing position for like an hour and being in such a loud environment, the walk back seemed so light and quiet.

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Date:2004-03-05 17:06
Subject:Joseph Heller [Catch-22]
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"I'm cold," Snowden whimpered. "I'm cold."

"There, there," Yossarian mumbled mechanically in a voice too low to be heard. "There, there."

Yossarian was cold, too, and shivering uncontrollably. He felt goose pimples clacking all over him as he gazed down despondently at the grim secret Snowden had spilled all over the messy floor. It was easy to read the message in his entrails. Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all.

"I'm cold," Snowden said. "I'm cold."

"There, there," said Yossarian. "There, there." He pulled the rip cord of Snowden's parachute and covered his body with the white nylon sheets.

"I'm cold."

"There, there."

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Date:2004-02-22 20:09
Subject:I like rice.
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8. What do you do when you're not writing? What does Christopher Rice do for fun?

"Writers hate this question. Correction: I hate his question. I'm still learning what I like to do for fun. I have been in a loving and committed relationship for the past two years with an adorable Jewish boy who forces me to shove aside my cigarettes and coffee and go on long hikes through the foothills around L. A. If I had my druthers, I would be a total isolator who sat at home all day reading."

Man. I want to be/be with Christopher Rice.

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Date:2004-02-18 18:46
Subject:Thomas Mann [The Confessions of Felix Krull]
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"Our capacity for disgust, let me observe, is in proportion to our desires; that is, in proportion to the intensity of our attachment to the things of this world."

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Date:2004-02-18 18:31
Subject:Русский язык.
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Я хочу говорить по-русски. Почему русский язык так трудный!

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Date:2004-01-14 12:03
Subject:Dansk.
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Hygge: from Danish, meaning "instantly satisfying and cozy".

Yum.

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Date:2004-01-13 16:45
Subject:Ivan Turgenev [Fathers and Sons]
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"Rubbish doesn't exist for a man if he simply refuses to recognize it."

"Hmm... what you said is an inverse commonplace."

"What? What do you call it?"

"Here's what: if you say, for example, that civilization is beneficial, that's a commonplace; while if you say civilization is harmful, that's an inverse commonplace. It sounds more elegant, but in reality it's exactly the same thing."

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Date:2004-01-13 16:42
Subject:Jane Austen [Pride and Prejudice]
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"You are a good girl," he replied, "and I have great pleasure in thinking you will be so happily settled. I have not a doubt of your doing very well together. Your tempers are by no means unlike. You are each of you so complying that nothing will ever be resolved upon; so that every servant will cheat you; and so generous that you will always exceed your income."

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Date:2004-01-01 20:31
Subject:Guy de Maupassant [Bel-Ami]
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"-- Mariez-vous, mon ami, vous ne savez pas ce que c'est que de vivre seul, à mon âge."

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Date:2004-01-01 20:21
Subject:Guy de Maupassant [Bel-Ami]
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"Le poète répondit : -- J'en ai toujours, mon enfant, et vous en aurez autant que moi dans quelques années. La vie est une cote. Tant qu'on monte, on regarde le sommet, et on se sent heureux ; mais, lorsqu'on arrive en haut, on aperçoit tout d'un coup la descente, et la fin, qui est la mort. Ça va lentement quand on monte, mais ça va vite quand descend. A votre âge, on est joyeux. On espère tant de choses, qui n'arrivent jamais, d'ailleurs. Au mien, on n'attend plus rien... que la mort."

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Date:2004-01-01 20:11
Subject:Guy de Maupassant [Bel-Ami]
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"Certes elles avait eu des amants, déjà, mais de quelle source? de quel monde? Une vague jalousie, une sorte d'intimité s'éveillait en lui contre elle, une intimité pour tout ce qu'il ingorait, pour tout ce qui ne lui avait point appartenu dans ce coeur et dans cette existence."

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Date:2004-01-01 20:07
Subject:Guy de Maupassant [Bel-Ami]
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"Et ils se mirent à bavarder tout de suite, comme s'ils eussent été d'anciennes connaissances, sentant naitre entre eux une familiarité instantanée, sentant s'établir un de ces courants de confiance, d'intimité et d'affection qui font amis, en cinq minutes, deux etres de meme caractère et de meme race."

(Grr: ^)

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Date:2004-01-01 19:59
Subject:Mary Renault [The Persian Boy]
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"People like me are blamed for curiosity, having lost part of our lives, we are apt to fill the gap from the lives of others."

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Date:2004-01-01 19:56
Subject:Peter Hoeg [Smilla's Sense of Snow]
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"He is the quitessential Dane, with his fear, his iron resolve to repress what's happening around him. And his indomitable optimism."

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