some scatterings
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ontologyI keep opening a tab to post, and then I find I'm at a loss as to what to post about. I've been puttering along as usual, the thoughts in my head have been fairly benign, and I'm not feeling particularly bad or particularly good, all in all. I want to say something interesting and clever but there doesn't seem to be much of the interesting or clever amongst the scattered things in my head. Perhaps it will come in a bit, because I have noticed a fascinating trait about myself: whenever I say that I do not have a lot to say, I somehow end up going on for paragraphs.
i. October has come, and the world is finally beginning to really taste like autumn. I am waiting for the tree overhanging my roof and peering into my window to change -- it goes a brilliant gold and fills the room with light. But it is stubbornly remaining green, which rather gets in the way of the autumnal aesthetic I seek. And several days ago my mother and siblings and I lay on our backs on the front lawn and watched the clouds -- the tree across the road has gone gold and there is a spray of leaves beneath it, and there was a thunderstorm rolling in, great dark looming clouds billowing after one another like briny waves churning in the sky and the wind rushing through the leaves and scattering them hither and thither.
ii. I have finished Firefly! Which is rather sad, because now there isn't any more, but now I can abscond with someone's copy of Serenity and at last wander comfortably around fandom. I should make a post about Firefly eventually, because there is so very much to say about it and I don't think I've got the energy for it just now, or the presence of mind, because I start to compose something and it ends in flailing and gibberish and squee. I want to do a great big meta-y post on the pioneer/Oriental culture and how perfect it is, but it keeps on not coming out. Well, maybe when I get my laptop back. Hopefully it will be fixed properly so that I can actually get documents off of it.
iii. I, er. Want to say something. I just don't know what it is. Er, stuff.
i. October has come, and the world is finally beginning to really taste like autumn. I am waiting for the tree overhanging my roof and peering into my window to change -- it goes a brilliant gold and fills the room with light. But it is stubbornly remaining green, which rather gets in the way of the autumnal aesthetic I seek. And several days ago my mother and siblings and I lay on our backs on the front lawn and watched the clouds -- the tree across the road has gone gold and there is a spray of leaves beneath it, and there was a thunderstorm rolling in, great dark looming clouds billowing after one another like briny waves churning in the sky and the wind rushing through the leaves and scattering them hither and thither.
ii. I have finished Firefly! Which is rather sad, because now there isn't any more, but now I can abscond with someone's copy of Serenity and at last wander comfortably around fandom. I should make a post about Firefly eventually, because there is so very much to say about it and I don't think I've got the energy for it just now, or the presence of mind, because I start to compose something and it ends in flailing and gibberish and squee. I want to do a great big meta-y post on the pioneer/Oriental culture and how perfect it is, but it keeps on not coming out. Well, maybe when I get my laptop back. Hopefully it will be fixed properly so that I can actually get documents off of it.
iii. I, er. Want to say something. I just don't know what it is. Er, stuff.
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Date: 2007-10-11 02:08 pm (UTC)Your list! Blue Like Jazz! The Eagle of the Ninth! (Which I cannot help but pronounce phonetically - blame my elder brother for this...) Little Women! L'Engle! And you like Firefly, and autumn weather (oh how I mourn the loss of autumn in this 'sunburnt land'), and I see we have a friend-of-a-friend in common, and this is essentially a long and breathless way of saying: would you like to be friends?
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Date: 2007-10-13 05:16 am (UTC)Meeting new people is splendid! I would absolutely love to be friends. :D
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Date: 2007-10-14 02:23 am (UTC)Have you read (any of) the Eagle of the Ninth sequels? (Or any other Rosemary Sutcliffes, for that matter?) I personally didn't enjoy them as much as the original, but now I feel like going back and trying them again - they always seemed a little darker than Eagle, which might be something I can appreciate now.
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Date: 2007-11-10 07:01 am (UTC)Anyway, I've read several other Sutcliffe novels, but not very many recently, on account of having moved away from the land of good libraries and reduced to inter-library loans which take three weeks at the least. Right before I moved from Massachusetts I read the first book in an Arthurian trilogy which I remember being profoundly impressed by: I can't even remember what it was, but something about the way she used words thrilled me. The Shining Company was also very good, and it's on a bookshelf around here somewhere. I ought to give it a re-read, because I think I was a wee bit on the young side for it when I read it; mostly I remember that a lot of people die.
And yes, I read (and I believe I own! I had a really fantastic day at the local used bookstore once) some of the sequels, and while I enjoyed them, I was also a bit frustrated that they weren't sequels in the way I thought they ought to be! I wanted Marcus and Cottia being domestic and having adventures! (Actually, for the most part, I just want more Cottia. I love Cottia.) But no, I had to form attachments to new characters. Hmph!
But the thing I love about Rosemary Sutcliffe, and why I keep re-reading her novels and falling in love with them in stages, is that she manages to write in a very archaic manner, or at the very least her characters speak in rather an archaic manner, and it comes out very fresh and right sounding. I loved all of the old twists and idioms of the vernaculars in Eagle of the Ninth, the peculiar rhythms. Of course I have been completely infatuated with ancient Britain ever since!