[sticky entry] Sticky: Welcome

Feb. 15th, 2020 03:32 pm
star_swan: (Magic Tree)




Started off on LJ in 2003, made a backup account here a few years back, mostly private entries. But I have always missed journaling and since LJ's decline I have tried to check back from time to time. Now seems a good a time to post regular viewable things again. I've been away too long. And I am a bit burned out on Tumblr's infinite scroll of furtive, supercilious voyeurism devoid of ample conversation unless it be to cut other people down wittily (or not, as the case may be). I have made friends there, but on the whole...That being said it is nice for noveling inspiration, and staring at photosets of beautiful, misty trees and Harry Potter gif sets. (The links to mine are on the side bar if you are curious.)

But this is really the only viable sort of platform/community for recording daily or weekly events and engaging with folks at length. Other sites appear to be designed with the objective of prohibiting or making communication intimidating or convoluted.

See my profile and/or sidebar(s) for my interests. If you've somehow wandered across my journal and you don't mind some fandom flailing, random daily life ramblings, and occasional writing and music madness, please feel free to friend me, and leave a comment below so that I know who you are! :)

This blog crossposts to [livejournal.com profile] starswan .
star_swan: (Cloudy castle)
I started this dreamwidth several years ago as a dumping ground for a story, then a couple of years later, was hijacked by another, somewhat related. It evolved massively. I wrote a bit of it during NaNo 2013. Finished NaNo, but only made it a quarter of the way through the story. It evolved and altered nearly as much if not more. Then I felt myself being called back to the earlier one, set in the same basic time frame.

I was sifting through images and had a massive brainwave that is serving to solidify the first one. Been getting that lately, but what a flood this afternoon! I've sort of been working on them at the same time.

Please, brain, behave. I need to write like I need air right now.

I don't have outside work today, so I am trying to sort my life. It has been a bit difficult to focus in the recent past, but I think that things are getting better again. Ohhh, how lovely would it be if this Summer was a magical, productive Summer like two years ago. (Without the crazy drama that followed hot on its heels). I intend to take advantage of the momentum to complete original projects and writing, though fic is quite fun. I do write every day, a lot of it nonsense, but it'd be nice to complete something coherent.

Perhaps I should assign myself drabbles, like writing exercises that force me to focus a bit and then adopt and expand on bits that would work in the story(ies). Whatever I write, no matter how random, it tends to remind me of what I have yet to finish and sort of winds up there, in that universe, for lack of a better word. It is not a sci-fi story, sort of fantasy. But I suppose all books are their own universe.
star_swan: (The Violin Student by Stephen Seymour Th)
I was going to post a longer entry as well as review the latest episode of Doctor Who, Smile, but I took out the violin sometime after ten o' clock, looked up a little(?) bit later, and realized that it was already past midnight! I am so knackered now, and yet, still awake.

Definitely tomorrow though. I enjoyed Bill greatly, yet again, as well as her interaction with The Doctor, though there were a couple of things about the episode that I found a tad bizarre (aside from its feeling like a mash up of every dystopian episode in recent years complete with the colony/settlement looking a bit like an abandoned shopping arcade/mall).

I know I am not supposed to be paying too close attention to plots. ;P
star_swan: (Protego)
Happy things!



Container gardening, the semi-orderly way.
I plant certain things, whilst others just appear and I accept them (such as voluntary Morning Glories, Lobelia, Snapdragons..the tiny oak trees can't stay though). >.>

I like how witchy this looks.
star_swan: I love her!!! (Bill Potts starfield)
Becoming a little more active again. Let's see how it goes. I miss journaling and talking to you folks awfully.

My recent acquisition:



After pondering it for two years or more, I finally did it! A relative went halfsies on it!

I really wanted to practice this evening, but everyone is about and it is Hump Day and my practice mute is not yet here. It arrives tomorrow. I can avoid scratchiness, believe it or not, and produce a pretty nice even tone, but who in their right mind wants to listen to me playing open strings over and over and over, even with slight rhythmic variations? I am getting better at differentiating and not unintentionally slurring or playing a two string chord. Still. STILL. Repetition is necessary, but a bit annoying for the outside listener. As it is, I wear ear muffs while I play because the volume is a bit much. I was surprised by how loud it is. It is lovely though.

Watched the pilot for Season 10 of Doctor Who. I might be foolish, but I am giving it a chance. I liked how Clara became more of herself in Season 8. And I love Bill so far. And I like Peter Capaldi and while I might not be a fan of some of Moffat's choices (including how derogatory he is towards women who do not conform to his standards of beauty, the hypocrite) I refuse to allow him to stop me from watching a most beloved show and thereby allowing it to potantially die from poor viewership. I found the pilot intriguing. I liked that it was not a citywide, world-ending threat for once. I am sure that it did not feel epic enough for some folks, but I liked how personal it was. And, without being too spoilery, I was very appreciative of how Bill criticized The Doctor for what he was about to do to her at the end, and how it directly mirrored things that he has done in the past forcing him to question his motives for what is or is not the best choice, and for whom. It fit in nicely with with theme of the episode about life, memories, pictures, reflections. Many nice parallels. He is quite capable of writing good episodes when he does not succumb to something hilariously convoluted.

Still, the line about the lady eating the chips was...

Speaking of mirrors, have you looked in one lately, sir? You're not exactly stunningly handsome. And let's have some more positive body image, please. "Thin" is not the only sort of beautiful. Grrrr. Anyway.
My only consolation was that the way that Bill phrased it sounded like more of a reflection of her own momentary considerings, which changed when she concluded that in the end, she'd rather enjoy the chips (i.e. life) and not overthink it. And she clearly didn't stop flirting. Just... look at me, already on Ep 1 making excuses....

But overall, I was excited about it and enjoyed watching and am eager to see the next one.
star_swan: (That Look (11))
This was only ever a private babbling journal, but I don't want zillions of accounts, and I have not been using my LJ much these days.

For whoever is still watching:


ivybellis ------> star_swan

Over on LJ: [livejournal.com profile] starswan
star_swan: (Rain & Daisies)
...I live in a library. Someone brought up the How Many Books Do You Have question so I endeavored to answer it. I have not counted the books in the closet yet. All other bookshelves having been accounted for and not including, of course, magazines, single issue comics, sheet music volumes, workbooks, and the like I have 962 books. The closet will easily put it past 1,000. :DDD

I am so proud of myself.

This week has been ever so slightly shitty and that cheered me up a bit.

Ah. I missed a small handful. 966 books.
star_swan: (KyonKyon Kitties)
I caved and made myself another tumblr, a booklr/studyblr/artblr rainynymphbookwhore.

Pretty much just for relaxing and reblogging lovely images of books, study plans, ridiculous note-taking systems that would impress Hermione Granger, books-to-read, and arty things.

Feel free to friend me if you have one as well!

I am bound and determined to read a book per week this year (and to catch up on the weeks past).

It is already three o' clock and I still have things to sort out today before I go back to work tomorrow. This Spring weather along with photos of other peoples' bookshelves is making me rather lethargic.

Listening to Harry Potter whitenoise generators with cat purring and crackling fires, also not helping. I feel very calm though. :P
star_swan: (Music always helps)
I really need to hit the sack, but first...

I bought this tea sampler of Kusmi teas. They are Russian, but made in France. o___o They're incredible! I sampled four out of the five today >.>. At one point I was flying on tea. Told Kit about it, and gave her my live reaction(s). It was a good way of seeing just how strong they are as well. SO far Troika and Prince Vladimir are strong enough to have at breakfast with milk. Nearly resurrected my Tea Journal. I have managed to stop acquiring things, finally.

..on a related note, I was seized last night with the sudden desire for a violin. x_x I even found some online/at the local music shop for reasonable prices. Hmm. But it is rather hard and I would be bonkers to try it, more than likely. Kit plays and recommended (highly) some sort of instruction though she says that attempting to learn it on your own is not impossible or unheard of. I just could not shake the idea from my head. Still pondering it, but waiting a bit to see if I can manage. I would have to get something to deaden the sound. It would more or less be a secret.

HMM.
star_swan: (pink flower)
...okay, aside from plunging into a swimming pool, the ocean, rivers. If you have any of those nearby. I could really do with a trip to the beach. Anyway.

You ever go through periods where you are reading voraciously, where even eating a tasty treat creme brulee or watching a diverting program too many to list can't live up to your rapacious desire for more books?
Of course, the main reason why I can string sentences together presently is because the heat broke and it is overcast. Was going to write a few sentences about how meltingly hot it is and then slap a picture and be done with it. But I am feeling significantly more animated now!

I've had all of these books on my shelves on Celtic Myths, rhythms, animals, beliefs, poetry, folktales, contributions to Western Civilization, you name it, for years. But I haven't gotten around to reading half of them, except for some of the books on poetry and folk tales. I am not certain why. Most of them were gifts, probably a not so subtle hint from my Irish Catholic mother to read up on our ancestors! I had some Norse books for a time when I was going through, all right, I hate the way that this sounds but I have already started the sentence, damn it, when I was going through a Norse "phase" (pardon all of these crazy questionably grammatical fragments). Why not, right? It's fascinating stuff and my dad is English and we know that they are an amalgam of everyone who ever partied in the British Isles up until William the Conqueror, and beyond once they began colonizing everybody everywhere. I speak about them in the third person as if I'm not completely related to them. :P There is practically no point to this paragraph except to illustrate how my Celtic books would stare reproachfully at me whenever I cracked the spine of Norse Myth or The Poetic Edda, the Johnny Come Latelies of my bookshelf who jumped the reading queue whilst they had been sitting patiently trying to attract my notice for far longer. I used to know a guy named Stephen who was a Celtic Reconstructionist and who hissed (literally) in the general direction of anyone studying the Norse pantheon. He seemed to think that I was being more than vaguely traitorous. :D....
It's not as if my books are taking up arms and assaulting one another for rights to the shelf...and if the books do not mind, I do not see that I should terribly. I'll read what I want!

Intermission: It's raining!!!

Be that as it may, I have a pile of books and I was a little naughty earlier this week and I went and added to the pile, then proceeded to tear through it. Well, the tearing is in progress. Rather than reading one book, setting it down and then progressing to another, I am reading four or five at once. They are not several hundred page narratives after all. There are tales, poems, histories. I am also re-reading The Ladies of Grace Adieu and this fun little piece of Gothic fun:



I figured that a gothic novel is just the perfect thing to read under a tree (or indoors if it is insufferable out there) during Summer in one's spare time. The characters are forever exclaiming at shadows and ruminating on their worst fears and anxieties (usually as regards whatever may or may not be stirring in the shadows literally or metaphorically). Or else there are unseen enemies (aside from whatever may or may not be lurking in the dark waiting to get them), lightning flashes, dark woods, upturned carriages, damsels shut up in convents, secret doors, noblemen fleeing debt, castles, ruined abbeys, surly townsfolk, highly perceptive manservants, and a quote from a forlorn sounding poem/play at the beginning of every chapter.

Here is another pretty cover )

I will leave you with my Current Obsession: Prokofiev's Four Pieces, Op. 32, especially the Dance and the Gavotte. Actually, they are all really good. <333
star_swan: (Sunflowers)
A few months ago, I found a Hermit Thrush sitting on a stoop in front of a doorway. There is a tall, thin window and it is shady (no sun reflections on the window) so I figure that it probably ran into it as it looked perfectly clear and the people in that office are overly fastidious when it comes to window cleaning. :S I have only ever heard them before, hence the "hermit" in their name. They have some of the most beautiful song! Walt Whitman was moved to write about them.



It was a rather perilous place to be and it looked freaked out so I endeavored to collect it and set it someplace out of the way where nobody would accidentally run into it. It perked up when I gathered it up, started making noises, and looking around curiously which was encouraging since it had been rather quiet on the stoop. But once I set it down it looked a bit anxious again and was breathing heavily so I sat with it for awhile and gently stroked the back of its neck til it relaxed a bit. This seems to work with owls and parrots so I thought it was a worth a try. It rested for a bit before flying off, hopefully avoiding future windows.

More photos )

Aside from that I've been spending my weekend so far reading, mostly about Celtic culture/myths and the Fairy Faith.
It was supposed to be HOT so I took advantage of the cooler morning to sit outside with my tea, a book, and a hand written journal. I saw big, black Carpenter bees, three types of butterfly/moth, and a few dragon flies flitting about. And a possum. Don't usually see them in broad daylight! There were also some juvenile crows around. The students have Finals next week so it was very, very still apart from the critters.

There are supposed to be more thunder showers around this evening. Ooh! There were thunderclaps last night and some flashes. I always get unreasonably excited at the prospect of rain storms. My weather app has this silly little rhyme tucked in the middle of their Special Weather Statement which I have never heard of:

When thunder roars, go indoors!

o_O

Really? I used to do the opposite when I was a kid (where it thundered all the time). It's not like I was running about in an open field clutching a five iron, mind you. I would be some place sheltered if it was right overhead but I loved the smell and the sounds and the flashes. I could never understand why the children in The Sound of Music were frightened of thunderstorms. Even our cat was like "whatever", but he was sort of unusual. I suppose if you're born some place where it regularly occurs, you don't view it as terribly scary. Then again, we never had the threat of tornadoes. A black sky would definitely put me off then.

Pictures of the evening sky resembling a painting )

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about me

I'm a mad translator with a degree in Comp Lit and assorted languages. Writing a novel and studying violin. (The story has been flailing along for the past couple of years. I think that the Scrivener research file is larger than the actual text.)

I live with a rather naughty ginger cat. Is there any other kind?

I love tea, loose leaf teas, teas in sachets, all sorts of teas and COFFEE. The more legally, addictive stimulants, the merrier!

Music and books are my life. I basically live in a closet-sized library with a container garden. I occasionally sleep. <3

ivybellis ------> star_swan

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