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August 2, 2008 | 06:02pm
Mood: I guess we could go drive around
Music: Sloan - Burnt For It

If I sit on a certain spot on my bed, with the sun shining just right, I can see my computer screen without a flashlight. If you think I'm slightly addicted to the internet then you're probably right. On the other hand, I've been writing (by hand) and reading like a motherfucker, so I'm not quite as addicted as you may think. Okay, I should probably stop qualifying the existence of my computer addiction and shut up now.

I have an appointment to take the Russian OPI tomorrow night. I'll be taking it by phone again, which kinda sucks. I mean, fuck, I have enough issues with phone interviews in English, let alone phone interviews in a language I can barely speak. Then again, I'm not as nervous as I was the last time I took it. I think this time I'll actually be able to make my way through the conversation without worrying about grammar, pronunciation, or sounding like a total idiot. Come on, super advanced! (lol yeah right)


'January 3--I went to see Dunworthy today. I don't know what I intended to say--some pompous drivel about my willingness to serve in the fire watch of history, standing guard against the falling incendiaries of the human heart, silent and saintly.

But he blinked at me nearsightedly across his desk, and it seemed to me that he was blinking at that last bright image of St. Paul's in sunlight before it was gone forever and that he knew better than anyone that the past cannot be saved, and I said instead, "I'm sorry that I broke your glasses, sir."

"How did you like St. Paul's?" he said, and like my first meeting with Enola, I felt I must be somehow reading the signals all wrong, that he was not feeling loss, but something quite different.

"I loved it, sir," I said.

"Yes," he said. "So do I."

Dean Matthews is wrong. I have fought with memory my whole practicum only to find that it is not the enemy at all, and being an historian is not some saintly burden after all. Because Dunworthy is not blinking against the fatal sunlight of the last morning, but into the gloom of that first afternoon, looking in the great west doors of St. Paul's at what is, like Langby, like all of it, every moment, in us, saved forever.'

- from Fire Watch by Connie Willis (p262-263 in The Winds of Marble Arch and Other Stories)


On an unrelated topic, today I was propositioned by a 70 year old man.

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from: aodh
date: August 5, 2008 09:32pm (UTC)
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I'm about 98% certain that you're talking about "Blued Moon"... coincidentally, I just read it for the first time over the weekend! You can get find it in her short story anthology "The Winds of Marble Arch And Other Stories." It's quite good - a little different from what she normally writes, but still excellent. I am SO jealous that you got to hear her speak! She's seriously been my writing idol for, oh, 8 years now.

On an unrelated topic, I'm glad I'm not a woman... the sexuality in the gay world is ridiculous enough as it is.

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