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Okay, this new update screen is weird. What, disappear for a couple of months, and everything changes?
Went to the medieval festical at the Cloisters today, and was filled with a crazed desire to embark on an SCA career. I'm slightly concerned that the reason I haven't followed through on so many of the weird quirks that I've wanted to pursue is lack of follow through. And why should investment be so frightening?Am I really that much of a dabbler/dillettante? That's a horrific thought.
There's also the fear that I only have so much room for commitment. This whole doctorate business is eating my soul. And while I do so love being obsessive about the pursuit of knowledge and its subtle power of secrets and mysteries; and my ambition seems like an all-devouring beast sometimes, unlike my fellow classmates, who seem to have embarked on this course for the true desire to teach and help others, where I merely revel in the thought of a captive audience, and the potential of notoriety in small ivory-tower circles, surely there is, and should be more to me than that.
And now, to return to Welsh (which sounds precisely like Elvish, and gives me a strange thrill every time I pronounce a word correctly...)
Went to the medieval festical at the Cloisters today, and was filled with a crazed desire to embark on an SCA career. I'm slightly concerned that the reason I haven't followed through on so many of the weird quirks that I've wanted to pursue is lack of follow through. And why should investment be so frightening?Am I really that much of a dabbler/dillettante? That's a horrific thought.
There's also the fear that I only have so much room for commitment. This whole doctorate business is eating my soul. And while I do so love being obsessive about the pursuit of knowledge and its subtle power of secrets and mysteries; and my ambition seems like an all-devouring beast sometimes, unlike my fellow classmates, who seem to have embarked on this course for the true desire to teach and help others, where I merely revel in the thought of a captive audience, and the potential of notoriety in small ivory-tower circles, surely there is, and should be more to me than that.
And now, to return to Welsh (which sounds precisely like Elvish, and gives me a strange thrill every time I pronounce a word correctly...)
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And I still can't believe you're going to be Dr. Kali!
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however miles (and years) to go before we sleep, or doctor-ate (verb, meaning to be doctored,and then possibly eaten?).
are you not impressed at my ability to mangle a quotation out of all sense and humourous significance? that's why you love me, no?
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Whist!!!
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welsh is unnatural.. it has no vowels? ;)
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long time no talk. how's tricks?
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tricks are allright, you know, same old. thinking of becoming a gypsy/nomad/bum in a few months, it's kind of exciting ;)
how bout you, pretty girl?
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I can't believe you didn't post about Jack!
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I'm down for usin' ivy! Sure beats the hell out of Lynn or Rachel, remember them ::BIG GRIN::?
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I don't know, my soul seems to be pretty much devoured, but not quite digested. Every so often it tries to regurgitate itself. But otherwise I feel like I go around like some sort of English zombie, occasionally opening my mouth to go, "Brains! Shaaaaaakespeare! Brains! Faeries! Braaaaains!"
I was using SCA as a kind of shorthand term, but historical accuracy is definitely preferable. Recently however, I've been chasing (read: aimlessly daydreaming about things I would do if I had more time/money) the Regency period. Have just discovered that they run Assemblies in the NYC area. Mmmm...port, whist and country dances. Also empire-waist dresses. Perhaps I have been reading too much of Miss Austen...
Mind if I add you?
Shakespearian Braaaaains
Of course you should add me!