I am home.
One day spent travelling some 4000km is not enough time to spend processing such a change from A to B, from desert to city. My body expects dry heat; my eyes look to see red soil, great cylinders of rock and the distant white glare of the salt lake. Here at home the air smells of damp, leaf mould and grass; the trees are all different deciduous species in various stages of leaf-fall where I expect to see nothing but eucalypts. I remember the sky in the desert as fearless and blue, fully large enough to make one half of my vision if I stood outside; here it is crowded out by clouds, tree branches and buildings. My horizons have shrunk to the roofs of the houses across the road so every detail of the world must be fitted into those fifty or so metres – so my foreground, middle ground and background are all busy and complicated. In the desert the rooms are all the same, exterior and interior equally neutral and inoffensive; here each house on our street is different and the inside of our house is full of things I remember; my bedroom is full of my memories and they crowd into my head. And yet not everything has come back to me yet, because I look in the wrong cupboards in the kitchen, and the crosswords in the newspapers confound me and I have forgotten their patterns. In one day I have seen more rain than in the last month. All these things combine to make a sort of malaise and weariness although I am happy to be home. I am not sure whether the cure for it lies in walking outside in the strange, damp air and wandering up and down the streets; or if I should close my curtains and sit inside my room until I am comfortable with it before I move on to the wider world. I realise that I accept, intellectually, that I have come home, but I don’t know it yet.
I am home.
This is part of a larger collection of kimono made with traditional African prints and colours, go and look at the slideshow! I googled it and found this picture which is not included, a pity because it is my favourite.
I hear a lot of people on my flist are doing NaNo! Good luck to you all, I have never tried it myself because November is always a crazy time of year for me and also I like writing fanfic much better. I have however decided to do National Fic Finishing Month, because I have any number of half-completed things on my USB. (I have a file named CRACKBUNNIES, yes, in capitals, which is where most of my fics start now before I move them to their own file. It is currently a little over 21 000 words long.)
So in the interests of procrastinating on that, indulge me?
Out of utter, totally hypothetical curiosity, if I was chained up in your attic, and I had to write you one story, what would you request? Or alternatively, what's something you always hoped I'd write but know is never going to happen?
Had lunch with a friend whom I haven't seen for some time.
Acquired the right ingredients for cooking dinner on saturday (trying this recipe, wish me luck!).
Acquired, at a different store, the most awesometastic eighties prom dress the world has ever seen. (Maybe the eighties-ness of it is in question, because it so magnificently outdated that I'm having trouble placing it, and possibly no-one ever wore it to their prom which is their loss, but its awesometasticness cannot be denied.)
Almost completed an application form for a muffin-themed franchise summer job.
I have certainly had busier days, more stressful days, and days where essays were begun and finished in the span of a few hours, but I haven't had a day that felt as productive and generally full of good things as today for a little while, and I've forgotten how lovely those days are.
The sun helps. Basking on the lawns is practically the uni's official sport.
*WTF? Serious, what the fuck? I'm meant to be a first year who still wanted to major in archaeology and scoffed at the idea of doing one essay for the whole semester, end of story, I can't believe anyone calls this uni thing hard no I have definitely not just failed a class in my first semester because I couldn't be fucked going to the lectures, what are you talking about?
I'm feeling a little whiplashed at the moment.
Silly idea at dinner tonight: muppets doing Shakespeare. Miss Piggy doing any female role would be hilarious (Juliet, Ophelia, Titania, LADY MACBETH OMG) and Swedish Chef could do Titus Andronicus. Except I don't think they did shakespeare. Well there's this, and it's wonderful but not quite what I was aiming for:
< / scrooge >
To be honest I am going a bit stir-crazy despite not being imprisoned in any way shape or form, I think it is because my brain has lots of little fic ideas but none of them are clear right now. It like my head is a pot full of water that is on a stove, and there are bubbles at the bottom of the pot but they're not making it to the surface yet, or possibly ever. (I really hope it's not ever.) So right now I am not a happy pot, not at all. Is anyone else having a problem like this? We can team up as Pot and Kettle and
Also I woke up yesterday and thought it was a good idea to ship Celebrimbor/Finduilas, minviendha what have you done to me
( Also I have been trying to sort through my photos from geology fun tiems, it looks something like this: )
Have fun everyone! I would say more but we are leaving at 7 tomorrow morning, and I should have been asleep half an hour ago...
And so my brain is saturated (saturated? Out, damn geology! Come back in March!) with knowledge that I won't need in the immediate future, there's no room left for knowledge about the exam on friday, and I'm not exactly sure how a salad can solve this but it did stop me being hungry. And if you too are suffering from a full brain and an empty stomach, maybe salad will work for you too.
The Exams Pasta Salad, El-style, step-by-step
- Read food blogs; become hungry.
- Determine to make pasta salad.
- Find that key ingredient for pasta salad is lacking.
- Trip to shops.
- Return from shops, triumphant.
- Begin cooking pasta.
- Find various things in fridge that might go in a salad, which include but are not limited to: half a zucchini, small piece of broccoli, tomato paste, olives, half a tomato, sundried tomatos, parsley, few stalks of coriander, half a capsicum, remains of dip, etc.
- Chop desired vegetables into small pieces.
- Discover that tomato paste has Fallen In With A Bad Crowd.
- Remove parts of tomato paste that have Fallen In With A Bad Crowd.
- Stop pasta boiling, drain.
- Put pasta in bowl.
- Add tomato, tomato paste. Mix.
- Add other things bit by bit; mix.
- Taste test; good but lacking in salt, and slightly too acidic.
- Enter olives and parmesan cheese, stage left.
- Taste test again.
- Blog about it.
Also, good luck to all of you doing NaNo! - I've missed the boat for NaBloPoMo, but at least I am free after the 6th, and it is my birthday next week! So it will be an entertaining November, as Novembers should be. And now I should go and start revision for my friday exam, fuelled by pasta and other things.
Also, someone get rid of this Nu!Trek bunny for me or help me give it a plot, I only have this line for it:
'Jim, STDs are not creatures in an ancient children's game. Your aim should not be to catch 'em all.'
Yes, that's Bones saying it. He is my favourite.
Fuck you. You are most definitely not this girl's best friend right now.
Your description on LJ Spotlight is making me confused. And hungry.
Dear Star Trek showing on IMAX,
My darling, cruel forces (see my letter to Diamonds) are conspiring to keep us apart. Best of love to you.
Sometimes, I really hate being a responsible adult.
Tomorrow will be a better day, I promise. In the mean time, there's Cowboy Bebop and Indian-style rice custard.
Anyone wanna rec me some anime? I've got Cowboy Bebop and one about crazy mermaids waiting on my computer right now, and I'm interested in Tsubasa Resevoir. (And having nostalgic feelings about Cardcaptor Sakura, gods help me.)
Life is crazy and busy and stuff, but I get by (with help from reading my flist).
This is my 'I'm not dead' post that happens sooner or later during uni time. I don't want to give the impression that all I'm doing is having traumatic experiences with spiders and making very bad astronomy jokes. I am rather frantically busy, but I read your entries when I can't think about base minerals or dark energy or how to use the ablative of description for a moment longer. Thankyou for keeping me sane!
Now it is late and I have another busy week and I've had my electric blanket turned on for three hours, so I should go before I actually set my bed on fire. I was going to end this post with a picture of our hilariously-shaped eggplant but I can't find my camera at present. Instead, here's a cake that looks like Pacman. Oh, to have such skill...
Good night and good luck to you all!
I thought I could deal with those disgusting vile eight-legged scrabbly nightmare-fuel inducing servants of Cthulhu. You can probably tell that I've revised my decision. Fear has made me forget my commas.
Last night just before I went to bed, I went to the kitchen and was confronted with A GINORMOUS BLACK HUNTSMAN AT EYE LEVEL, EATING, EATING I TELL YOU, A MOTH THE SIZE OF ITS HEAD. (Serious consideration of angles and some tentative poking with a broom confirmed that it was, in fact, on the outside of the glass. Still not the thing you want in your head as you fall asleep.)
I found the moth on the sill this morning, drained of blood.
And I said to myself 'I think that's enough excitement for today' and life said HAHAHA BITCH I CAN ONE-UP THIS JUST YOU WAIT.
So this morning my dad's about to leave for work and he opens his bag for something AND A FUCKING REDBACK CRAWLS OUT.
I MEAN SWEET ZOMBIE JESUS A FUCKING REDBACK.
AND IT'S GINORMOUS FOR A REDBACK SO IT IS LIKE THE ALIEN QUEEN OF REDBACKS. AND IF I THINK ABOUT IT I AM NOMINALLY IN FAVOUR OF REDBACKS BECAUSE THEY ARE LIKE THE FAT CHICKS' REVENGE ON THE WORLD, BUT JESUS I THOUGHT I HAD THAT COVERED ON MY PATCH ANYWAY. APPARENTLY NOT, BUT DEAR UNIVERSE THIS IS NOT A GOOD WAY TO TELL ME TO HARDEN THE FUCK UP. OH GOD WHERE IS RIPLEY WHEN YOU NEED HER. I AM GOING TO SET UP A SHRINE TO HER. AND STEVE IRWIN. 'Steeeeeeeeeve,' I will keen late at night, 'I'm sorry for all the shit I said about yoooou, come hoooooooooooooome!''
(INCIDENTALLY I APOLOGISE FOR THE CAPPINESS OF THE POST, THEY REPRESENT ALL THE SCREAMING I DIDN'T DO LATE LAST NIGHT AND THIS MORNING. I HAVE TO GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM SOMEHOW.)
And so Dad, who is far more
AND WHAT IS WORSE IS THAT AS AUSTRALIA MOVES NORTH MELBOURNE WILL GET WARMER AND HUMIDER, AND SO THE FUCKING FUNNELWEBS WILL MIGRATE DOWN HERE.
OH GOD THIS FUCKING COUNTRY OF MINE, THIS IS JUST SO NOT COOL. WHICH MAKES SENSE BECAUSE AUSTRALIA IS NOT THE COOLEST PLACE TEMPERATURE-WISE. ANTARCTICA IS NOT COOL ENOUGH. ONLY THE COLD MERCILESS VACCUUM OF SPACE IS SAFE.
NEXT TIME I POST, IT WILL BE FROM THE ISS AND THE COMPANIES WHO MAKE NAPALM AND BUG SPRAY WILL HAVE A NEW CEO.
And the point of this is: I am the sort of person who sees rock grains in her pancakes, pancake grains in her rocks, and everything in between. As I said: public service announcement. If pancakes or microscopes offend you, read no further. Consider yourself warned.
The Precambrian Earth - No Life
Crusty arancini (representing the earth's hot, rocky surface 4.5 billion years ago) with a mushroom and goat's cheese centre and a green herb aioli.
Mini corn fritters (mimicing the coarse structural texture seen of the oldest rocks) with avocado and coriander salsa.
Shots of seafood bisque with a drizzle of spinach oil echoing the earth's early oceans 3.6 billion years ago.
Origins Of Early Life In The Seas
Grilled scallops in the shell topped with dill sauce, peeled prawns in urns of ice with citrus wedges, oysters on seaweed salad topped with a tomato and dashi jelly represent the diverse invertebrate life in the seas 540 million years ago.
The First Fishes
A mild blini topped with pearls of caviar and crispy white bait, shoe string fries and tartare sauce served in a paper cone pay tribute to the evolution of fish about 480 million years ago.
Life Invades Land
Crocodile skewers served with a native finger lime and sweet chilli glaze mark the transition of life from sea to land 360 million years ago.
Mini 'dinosaur drummettes' (barbequed chicken drummettes with a Cajun seasoning) represent the arrival of the largest life forms to evolve on land.
Herb and parmesan crusted lamb cutlets with a tomato and olive tapenade, assorted barbecu skewers (satay beef, Teriyaki chicken, Middle Eastern lamb skewers) and lamb korma with basmati rice and a drizzle of yoghurt raita accompanied by grilled naan bread mark the arrival of mammals some 220 million years ago.
The Rise Of Plants And Greens
Jungle curry - Malaysian vegetable curry and mint icecream in mini cones with mint represent the plant kingdom which evolved much the same time as animals some 2 billion years ago.
The Killer Asteroid
Chocolate fountain with bowls of bits to dip (strawberries, dinosaur shaped meringue, Turkish delight, star fruit, melon, bananas, marshmallows), meteorites with churros with a lava centre and chocolate truffles with coco dust are the killer asteroid which wiped out animal and plant life some 65 million years ago.
Mmm, the taste of geekiness... Happy 200th Birthday, Darwin, even if you did call my country 'very dull and uninteresting'. XD