[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 )

Window Seat

Jun. 4th, 2015 04:16 pm
star_swan: (Huginn (raven))
I keep thinking that it is Friday and then I realize that it is Thursday, which while usually cause for celebration has resulted multiple times in my thinking disappointedly to myself, "Oh."

The week was going pretty swimmingly-ish. Or at least, whatever frustrations I did encounter I was able to handle without much self-inflicted drama (meaning thinking overmuch and wondering inwardly about things until I frittered away my free time with worrying). Then in the space of twelve hours I got hit with, well, drama is the only apt word (times three even). I realized though, and perhaps this is something important that I do need to realize/address, that my thoughts and reactions are my own and that while certain people and behaviors are annoying, they do not dictate my response. I can choose not to react overly emotionally, to get sucked in.

My exercise regimen sort of imploded during the past week. I had to be careful of my back though. Been walking or riding my bike a bit since they are fairly gentle forms of exercise. Just caught myself slouching. >.>...

Looking out my window, I am really appreciating the street that I live on. Sure, it's noisy. I do have a buffer of a few car spaces and various trees and sidewalk (as well as being on the second floor) so it is not as if the road is right upon me. It can be quite noisy though, especially on the weekends late at night with haloo-ing etc.. But it is also nice to be able to stand at the window/door and to look out and watch bikes, pedestrians and cars (and hummingbirds) go by. It would be different in a quiet room in a house removed from busy streets. It sounds lovely, but here, even if I do not go very far or if I spend the weekend near to my desk, I can still be close to activity of some sort. I never feel completely removed from society, even if I have no idea who any of these people are (most of the time).

I currently have an impressive stack of books for "research" purposes. I was going to try to make a skeletal outline for the book/project/thingy I am working on though I keep having turns of mind that cause me to scribble or backspace or rethink something. I like to have A Plan before proceeding, but sometimes that is not entirely possible. At some point, I will likely be at a place where I am comfortable discussing it, though not at the moment. There is so much work to be done. Trying to fit in time for this as well as practice is seriously challenging some days.

But I did turn another corner practice-wise yesterday evening. I played something at tempo that did not sound like crap to me or like bits of it were so-so timing-wise. I just hit it and it worked, at least once which is cool even if I did not replicate it again all evening. Still, a breakthrough. Basically, the fingers of my left hand are more responsive/quicker. I do loads of maddening finger exercises. They are not as bad as some of the ones I have seen out there though. They can be meditative and enjoyable, especially when you begin to master them and play them to speed.
How anyone can tolerate Czerny finger exercises though is beyond me! They're mind numbing. There are all of these methods and dusty books written over a hundred years ago or more that set forth the "proper" way in which you should approach the study of classical piano. And mad debates occur online between people who swear upon one or the other. And who swear that doing one will bust your fingers/give your carpal tunnel/drive you crazy!
It is fun to just sit and read people getting worked up about it. Basically you need to speak with people/have a tutor who have experience and exercise common sense. Don't play until you are in pain or play seven days a week even if the thin, powerful muscles in your forearms are throbbing.

It is a bit warm this evening.
There was a chance of thunderstorms at the end of this week, but it is dwindling now. :(
Thunderstorms are rare here. I really miss them. I have mp3s of rain storms for when I really get dragged down by Summer heat and dryness.

It's June!!

Jun. 1st, 2015 09:53 am
star_swan: (Fire)
An update and then I am going to go read journals/reply to comments as I get some other reading/work done.

This weekend was quite a bit warmer than it has been!
I am excited that it is June. Though I am usually excited at the beginning of a new month. It feels like an opportunity. I was not so productive in May in many ways while also figuring out a few things. Was more in absorption mode.

I somehow managed to tweak my back when I was in the laundry.I am not even sure how! I was in the laundry and after moving or bending in a particularly ordinary way, I felt this series of shocks up my spine like I was being struck with something. After that it was difficult to walk properly and bend any which way. So I sat carefully upon the ground and on top of one of the washers, crossed my legs and twisted to pop my back which took the pressure off and righted things. I was able to walk and move fine, but that area is tender now. It will take another day or two to feel less sore. Lying on my side is not fun unless I have a pillow in between my legs. It's been a lot worse though. I haven't had any problems in over a year. But I've had recurring lower back "issues" as my chiropractor called it since I was 16, so I need to be careful. It isn't weight or movement usually but just moving in a very particular way for just an instant that knocks things out. It might be related to an accident I had on my bicycle when I was 15. I was riding a racing bike when someone came out of an alleyway and hit me and I was thrown several feet. I caught a lot of air and after I landed I slid a few feet on the asphalt. On my face. I luckily was wearing a helmet. I remember limping home which was about another block. :OOO

Oddly, my back feels better than it did before I tweaked it. I am standing up straighter and feel taller.

Another reason that June is rather nice is that the university lets out and we are bathed in relative peace and quiet. Quite a few people leave to go on their annual trip to Europe or wherever and most students go back home. Summer session is pretty intense and all around is the soft buzzing of people focusing on their tasks (or else!) The warmer weather has a way of mollifying folks or causing them to slacken their pace a bit and to not rise up to meet every possible, perceived offense or slight to their person. I am not a fan of HOT weather, but I do appreciate the season. Perhaps when it gets ridiculously hot, I will go swimming. <3


Here are a couple of photos of Percy, Bill's brother, who passed away a little over a year ago. I had meant to post them before but I lost them in my bucket! Things that I've uploaded are out of order.

Percypuss )

Also, the birds are getting super loud in the mornings! It's great! Around the Solstice, the dawn chorus gets louder and louder. Sometime after the Solstice, the tweeting is noticeably less enthusiastic.

Alive

May. 28th, 2015 11:11 am
star_swan: (Default)
Every time that I went to make an entry, I stopped leaving it half finished. I have about five of them on my desktop. I usually cut and paste entries to my journal. I think that things have blown over and even if they have not entirely, I am no longer allowing myself to be the butt or to wallow unduly. Over it. Family has been bonkers these past couple of weeks in a significantly energy-draining way. I just would get to the end of the day and scarcely have the desire to do anything but read, practice mindlessly, or attempt to write. Then I had the house all to myself for nearly three days. It was BLISS. I came and went, worked, got off work, fixed supper, read, talked to the walls, watched a show, practiced in peace. I made ludicrous amounts of progress on a story I have been working on since Summer 2013. But come that Friday....:S This was last Friday. By Saturday, I wanted to scream and hurl breakable objects. It takes a considerable amount of prolonged irritation to get me to that state. I doubt that the powerful contrast of being left in relative peace followed by being torn to pieces by tension and arguing helped any.

So there's that. I'll got into somewhat more detail about it later. Meanwhile, I am terribly behind in posting pics. So here are some of those of things around the town where I live.

Pics, cut to spare your feed )

So there is some of my life in photos. I will blablabla more later.

...including some Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell gushing. Has anyone read that book? It's a magnificent door stop that I am in the process of rereading. BBC made it into a seven part series!! It will be on BBC America in June, but if you have access to iPlayer/live overseas it is running right now on BBC One. Not sure how faithful it will be to the book, but it is afterall an adaptation as are all screenplays based on books and if nothing else, it is eye candy of the highest order and faintly ridiculous.
star_swan: (Current mood: drunk)
...if by "drunk", you mean "Oh snap, I had too much caffeine."

I rerealized today why I do not ever ingest that many cups of tea. I quit coffee for reasons. Or it could be the sugar or the sugar AND the caffeine. At any rate, it's like sticking my brain on a roller coaster where the big climb takes hours, the view gets increasingly dizzying by the minute, and the drop is sudden and devastating. In less than an hour from now, I am probably going to crash like nobody's business and fall asleep beside my unmade bed or on top of the clean sheets. I knew I should have made the bed as soon as I pulled the sheets from the dryer, well right after I got into the house where my bed actually is located, of course.

I have just passed the, "Oh my gosh, everything is FUNNY!" stage and am entering the "Wow. I could get so much done in this hyper alert state".

One of my old co-workers, Derrick, said that he could always tell when I had had sugar or caffeine because my personality would just shift and my eyes would get dinner-plate-big.

I probably should have hid the keyboard from myself. Oh well.


So. Life!


Familial stuff is *crosses various appendages but not too many*, good and getting better each day. I would eye this warily and with suspicion but the caffeine high is blotting out the fear center of my brain. I don't think that we actually have a fear center. I know it's supposed to be the Amygdala, sort of, but I think it's a vastly misunderstood creature. I like my amygdala because it gives me such handy information like, "Oh my god....that dress is a truly hideous color. Must destroy it with FIRE." and "I love pudding! Yummy!" or "Aagghh!!"

But, yes. People are actually getting along and being, dare I say it, nice to one another. Hmm.

How do people get anything done drinking coffee and the like? How do they even focus? My thoughts are like demented ping pong balls.

I can't believe it's Wednesday already. x_x I mean, it's a good thing, but I feel like there are some things that I had hoped to have accomplished in my spare time before the end of the week which is fast approaching.

Speaking of, can somebody please tell me how in the blue, bloody hell we've arrived at May already??? Wasn't it just New Year's?? Jesus trucking crispy rice

Coming to a post near you (does that make sense?): photos of the quirky things that make this town where I live unique-ish. They include things like cats on leashes (and they're happy about it!), London Buses that are cruising around thousands of miles from their original point of origin on another continent (why??), Fro Yo places that demand that you eat their trendy, frozen treat and like it or else go get eaten by bears for all that they care, and Evil Traffic Lights of Doom that can smell your driving record and are judging you accordingly (and I do not mean those silly little cameras on top of the light pole either).

You think I'm kidding, or that it's the caffeine talking.
But seriously, I took some photos that seemed fairly typical of this place. :)

As a side fannish note or a fannish side note (?), I finally finished watching Season 8 of Doctor Who. Wow. It is nice to know that Moffatt is digging into the same Big Fat Bag of Crack as RTD. That finale though. I liked it! Woah. Yeah. It was epic and bonkers. Still processing.

Going to wander off to shower and bed now...before I really type something crazy.
star_swan: (Sunflowers)
Felt the desire to write in here and mull over things this morning. It's crisp, clear and cool with a slight breeze.

In the midst of all of the familial crazy, I have been a bit harsh on myself. I feel after a mere week of losing my footing with the story and Russian that I am somehow stagnating. Losing sight of the time table. I know that there will be slow periods where life is hectic. But I am going to sit and open the document and go over things to ensure some sort of movement. And whenever I am doing that, I will listen to a writing playlist or some piece of piano music, some symphony so that I can train my mind onto certain things. I really need to start practicing composing music out of that workbook that I have and the half a dozen theory books. No excuses. I have ideas and I should not wait until I have mastered every scale before jotting things down.

Remembering the staffs still proves annoying. The letters still do not stick, but I need to be better so that I can notate things that I hear and come up with. I'll just keep staring at them until it is such second nature that it overcomes my bizarre wiring (not that I have not already been taking that tack for months).
I might just color the sheet music. It's mine. I bought it. Nobody is going to arrest me for doing it. It might solidify the lettering as well as help me to learn the piece more quickly. YES.

I watched a youtube vid about not having too many tabs open because it creates mental clutter. I am such a tab junkie and while I will not be able to entirely abandon that habit, I think that I can commit to at least finishing my open tabs and leaving no more than two or three open when I close Chrome. Eventually I will get it down to one. I just made my e-mail manageable again! I deleted a bunch of crap and marked a bunch of unread fanfic "for later" until I get over to the site to dedicate some time to reading. I just can't have it all sitting starred in my inbox for weeks. -_-

And the only thing that I can wash my face with lately is WATER. All soaps tend to piss it off. I thought that I looked like hell, so I splashed my face with water and looked a bit better. I simultaneously have oily an dry skin with occasionally red, irritated not quite pimples. As in, my skin is oily underneath the flaking. :( It isn't even that it's dry in some places and oily in others. That at least would be straightforward.

Listening to Lang Lang play. He managed the first one really well, but he sort of bangs on the keys in this one. Hmm. I am so sick of having a cluttered desktop so I am listening to all of the stuff I had just sitting out there everyday as a reminder to listen to it.

My life is full of reminders: reminder tabs, stickies, actual post its, starred e-mails, documents/pics/??? on the desktop, books pulled a few inches out of place on bookshelves, fridge magnets.

It is getting pretty ridiculous.

My goal today is to rid myself of this stuff by doing it or letting it go.

EDIT: I forgot to mention that a big, bushy Robin appeared on my balcony this morning early. I take that as a good sign. Robins are always good to see especially is they start singing.
star_swan: (Misty Morning)
Doctor Who Babble. Feel free to skip. :) )

I am trying to learn another bit of music and finding lettering and letters annoying. It's like no matter how many times I read a piece of music, the letters never quite stick. I have this problem with dictionaries, iPod lists where the artists are alphabetized (which is generally how that works), foreign language syllabaries. If I color the notes, I never mistake what they are.
(More on that and my funny brain in another post). I can be scrolling through my iTunes library for something and I will go right past it, like I don't even see it even though I was obviously looking right at it.

Family is sort of better, and sort of difficult.Likening it to a cut healing where it itches in the meantime whilst getting slowly better. My family isn't stinging or painful, but it itches a little. I hope it's itching and not something else.

My LJ turned twelve on May the 1st!
Wow. Seems like an obscenely long time ago!

I have things to do, fun things, good things and I want to do them, but I have been binge watching instead. :S

The other night I sat out on my balcony and watched the light fade. It took about an hour. I noticed that the breeze would ruffle the leaves on certain trees, but not their near neighbors even though the leaves on those trees were not any heavier. But then it would ruffle the leaves aways away like it was skipping over certain trees. Like little micro breezes. It seems that the smaller a system like that gets, the less apparently predictable it becomes. Ever wonder why that is? Some folks cite math, but I think it's energy. The breeze must be following a certain path for a reason.

Need to redo the hummingbird feeder and set the coffee maker for the morning.

I will leave you with an odd tune that I have been obsessively listening to: Plans by Grizzly Bear.

P.S: It's a Full Moon!
star_swan: (Hogwarts Foxgloves (PoA))
I had to grad a handful of things at the store, including soap. I get this nice soap by this company called Plantlife. I usually get the Peppermint. It is soooo nice and not too horribly expensive (at least not in town it isn't). It lasts me awhile.

But I was tempted by Vanilla Orange and swayed by the text on the back:

"The gentle aroma of pure vanilla blended with sweet orange reminds us of the classic 50/50 ice cream bar and summer days gone by."

Yes, please!
Feeling nostalgic as *&^% lately so I am going with this one.
I needs some aromatherapy. :S

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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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