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[ysobelle]

I am in the strangest mood this minute. I've been sleepy all morning, yet, at the moment, I'm so awake. Perhaps it's the bouquet of roses and lilies on my desk, chanting, "Spring! Spring!" into my subconscious. Maybe it's the infusion of Viginia Woolf drawing my attention to the minutiae of emotions from one minute to the next: I'm fully aware I'll probably be bitchy and sour later this afternoon, then excited again later to go home and watch skating, and maybe make myself that second steak for dinner. Maybe it's this, maybe it's that. Maybe it's my low-ebbed, pseudo-relationship, which makes me alternately happy and sad, but always gives me something to think about. For good or ill. Maybe it's working in a new department with people I enjoy going to lunch with, but being swamped under all the new work. Maybe it's getting back to work creatively, but being swamped there, too. Maybe it's having Buffy on iTunes, but finding all the track names are screwed up.

Maybe it's this, maybe it's that.

But what's the point of living an unexamined life, right? What's the point of being an observer, staring through plate glass at your own daily walk? Even depression is something. The opposite of love isn't hate, it's apathy. I'll admit I need work on the happy, though. I'll just keep thinking of my roses and my lavender and my patchouli.

Comments

[hennabee.livejournal.com]

I have not yet read Virginia Woolfe and the mention of these words reminds me that perhaps there's a part in my life that needs filling ~those~ words.
What is a good short blip to start with? Website with samples?

I very nearly picked up "The Satanic Verses" by Salman Rushdie the other day for my trip. It seemed fascinating but I couldn't bring myself to purchasing yet another book it would take me forever to get to. But I want to read one at least once so that I've got those words in my back pocket. That way I can marvel at them, withdraw from time to time and try and see what I can extract from them to aid my own craft. Not copy...extract. The cadence, the flow, the alliteration...and then tuck it back in there for later.

I wax poetic all over your journal. My apologies. :)

[ysobelle.livejournal.com]

Are you kidding? Wax, baby, WAX!


I don't know where to start with Viginia Woolf. "A Room Of One's Own" would probably resonate well with you, but I have to admit I'm really quite glad I've read "To The Lighthouse" again. I don't really know if she's the kind of writer I'd try in bites; I think you have to make a meal of her to really grok. With a nice chianti and some fava beans.

My two cents

[deathwardegg.livejournal.com]

As a fellow literature major (wink, wink, Nikki!), I read all of Rushdie's works for a class. And I found "Midnight's Children" to be much more interesting reading than the well-known-just-because-of-all-the-controversy "Verses".

And whereas I'm not a huge fan of Woolf's, I further concur with my esteemed colleague's recommendation of starting with "A Room of One's Own".

Re: My two cents

[hennabee.livejournal.com]

Then I shall set about acquiring these items forthwith. Actually...I'd never heard of the Satanic verses...and I saw the author's name before I saw the title. So...boy, went about that bass-akwards, nes pas?

Thank thee both!

It feels good to get to use my full vocabulary these days instead of saying things like "ZOMG d00d, whyz j00 gotz be lkie dat? Iz nt0 kool. j00 iz n0t kool! loollz!!11one!!"

*sigh of relief*

[grinning-fox.livejournal.com]

Seems to me that you might enjoy reading Michel de Montaigne...just sayin'. 's been good for me ^_^ And now I go back to pretending I'm a philosopher! wheeeee...*poof*

[mirroreyes.livejournal.com]

switch to decaf.

the science geek

[well-artesia.livejournal.com]

Come visit MD.