glaukopis: Cat and Girl: graduate school (gradschool)
As I might have guessed, it turns out that grad school isn't particularly conducive to blogging. However, it can be conducive to learning things about yourself; for example, I've discovered that I'm seriously inclined to pessimism and that, when I don't have time to brush my teeth, I'll still put on lipstick.

Some of what I did this spring: gave a presentation on information behavior; tried to figure out different photographic processes; sniffed burning plastic, for science; wrote a paper about the Cairo Genizah; and helped to arrange and describe my first archival collection. I got a job in the digitization unit of the university libraries, and am now in interviews for other jobs. I also participated in the school's mentor program, through which I met S, who is the subject librarian for various areas including classics, and whom I like very much. I guess it's satisfying when pessimism turns out to be unwarranted.

I've turned 23. I kept forgetting that my birthday was coming--which must mean I'm getting old.
glaukopis: Painting: Angels from triptich (angels)
Someone on SoundCloud has translated "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" into Latin and recorded it as a plainsong. It is indeed the most wonderful time of the year.

Decorating was accomplished yesterday. The artificial tree, in a number of stages from assembly to tinsel, as well as the fireplace/mantel paraphernalia (old Advent calendars, cards people have sent us, randomly acquired figurines and stuffed animals) and the Playmobil crèche (with added Magi). Next task: bake gingerbread, Russian teacakes, anise cookies, macaroons, and chocolate oatmeal cookies. All of these are fairly easy except the first, which inevitably involves a death struggle with the sticky dough, although the results are well worth it.
glaukopis: Painting: Lady Agnew of Lochnaw (Default)
One of the few advantages of being on the road after dark: I believe that was the first time I'd actually seen the moon shine. "Yes," I said to myself, "I can understand why poets might want to write about that."
glaukopis: Painting: Lady Agnew of Lochnaw (Default)
1. What I said about my apartment being devoid of insects? I take it all back, for now there are crickets. Not for much longer, though, I hope, as I've called in a maintenance request . . .

2. Another story I've written has been accepted by Necessary Fiction, and will probably appear in a few weeks.

3. One of my poems has ended up on Tumblr, which is something I wasn't expecting. The person who originally posted it gave me full credit, so I'm actually rather pleased to have it there, reaching all of 48 new readers.

4. I am a woman who needs pie. That is who I am. (Cherry, if you were wondering.)
glaukopis: Cat and Girl: graduate school (gradschool)
. . . blogging is a thing people do, isn't it.

I'm basically settled in now, although I haven't seen that much of the city outside campus, besides Walmart, the grocery store, and some parts of the downtown area. My apartment is generally quiet, all the utilities work properly, and no spiders/insects/mice/other uninvited guests have appeared; the location also is incredibly convenient. My only real complaint is that the paint job inside appears in many places to have been subcontracted to a six-year-old. There's a heavy spatter texture over two walls in the bathroom, which I guess is intentional, but mostly looks like Jackson Pollock got drunk and decided to become an interior decorator.

Meanwhile, I've been rereading The Lord of the Rings, because, really, how else are you going to help yourself through a major transition in your life?
glaukopis: Painting: Lady Agnew of Lochnaw (Default)
Under the terms of my renters insurance, one or more volcanic eruptions in the course of 72 hours counts as a single eruption.
glaukopis: Woman in classical dress (classics)
Realizing just how strange the words "Fate is kind," etc., from "When You Wish upon a Star" would have sounded to the Greeks.

(Was there any tradition of referring to Moira in euphemistic/apotropaic terms, as to the underworld gods? I feel a little bad that I don't know.)
glaukopis: Woman in classical dress (classics)
I graduated from college on Sunday.

My department had a small reception in the equally small classics museum. I had an interesting talk with Dr. C about his possible wrongness, met both of two other professors' children (one a sleepy baby, the other an energetic six-year-old), and ended up in a photo with Dr. L, right in front of the plaster cast of the Winged Nike. He'd come in carrying two bottles of Tropicana; the only juice that catering had provided was mysteriously pink.

LAS began as a general crowd that moved forward sometimes, then slowly turned into what was more or less a procession. I have a terrible weakness for ceremony, and will confess to liking regalia. (Why don't I just dress like that all the time?) The commencement band played Vaughan Williams, and made me happy. I got a sunburn. I'm not sure how I feel about the fact that the chancellor invited all the students attending to take selfies for the university's Facebook.
glaukopis: Painting: Lady Agnew of Lochnaw (Default)
. . . I'm going to end up downloading all of these, aren't I.
glaukopis: Painting: Lady of Shalott (shalott)
"The dove descending breaks the air / With flame of incandescent terror" is one of the only pieces of poetry that can make me shiver.

I thought I saw a Franciscan coming out of the university's (nondenominational) chapel. An unexpected sight, even more so than the cassocked priest once talking to a woman outside the library.


Mar. 17th, 2013 09:43 am
glaukopis: Painting: Lady of Shalott (shalott)
A good recipe searched out. For the pumpkin pie spice, I used 1 teaspoon of cinnamon and 1/4 teaspoon each of nutmeg and ginger; I also reduced the walnuts to 1/2 cup and put in 1/2 cup of raisins, as there weren't any dates. Contrary to instructions, these only need to be baked for about 18 minutes.
glaukopis: Painting: Lady Agnew of Lochnaw (Default)
I'm not sure what exactly was behind the sidewalk pseudo-marching-band led by the person in the "V for Vendetta" mask, but what little I heard didn't sound bad.

It's 85 degrees.
glaukopis: Painting: Lady of Shalott (shalott)
1. My poem "Duality" is online at The Siren.

2. Tired of Veterinarian-Ballerina-Schoolteacher Barbie? Why not Classicist Barbie? Accessories include a bust of Homer and a tiny Oxford Classical Dictionary.

3. Mel Gibson IS Hamlet. Or, well, maybe not. The Viking-ish setting also gives me pause--I'm well aware of the fallacy of depicting the past as "primitive" and therefore "noble," but it seems to me that the world of the play is rather too subtle, too courtly, too corruptly sophisticated for this age. (Would a true Beowulf-era Hamlet simply have denounced Claudius as a murderer and delivered a challenge to him?)
glaukopis: Painting: Lady Agnew of Lochnaw (Default)
This week's is the kind that covers everything. (The trees across the street are white and ghostly.)