harborshore: (zoid)
It's official: I'm really feeling better. I can't describe the kind of relief I feel--it's overwhelming, like I'm light as air, and I can't stop smiling. For a while, I thought I'd end up in the emergency room again, for the third time in two weeks.

I spent the afternoon scrambling around on the cliffs while listening to Fall Out Boy. Two hours under the sun and sky, watching the sea. The water was crashing close; it was windy today, but warm in the sun. I had to lie down for a while (I'm better, but not good quite yet at all), and I listened to Hum Hallelujah (it'll never stop breaking my heart) on repeat while I stared at the sky.

On the way home, I picked ljung, heathers, and got stuck in a tiny but unexpected marsh. It was only knee-deep, with rock below, so the only casualties were my sneakers. They're drying on the porch with crumpled-up newspaper inside, and the shadows are longer as we move toward evening. I'm glad I'm here.
harborshore: (zoid)
I'll just say this: I'd like it if my body would condescend to WORK, dammit. Medication is great, but I'm seriously sick of this. And you guys must be sick of hearing about it too--I promise I'll stop whining about it soon. It's just that I'm so slow at everything right now, and it kind of really sucks. Some of it is the meds, some of it is the virus, so I just have to go with it. Frustrating.

HOWEVER. Things could be a lot worse. I'm in fucking Singapore with my best friend (\o/), and MCR are being awesome, just awesome (\o/). Three new songs! I LOVE THEM SO. God, my band, this band, NEVER LEAVE ME. TOUR IN EUROPE.

Am about to totter out for a late lunch. Time to apply sunscreen and insect repellant and find my water bottle. Have a lovely day, darlings--you should be just waking up. ETA: Or going to bed--I forgot how big the time difference really is. *grins*

*sadface*

Jul. 24th, 2009 02:23 pm
harborshore: (steve and lyn-z)
What is today, seriously. I woke up to my stomach going, no, when you thought you'd managed to travel without getting fucked up, guess what, you were WRONG. And then I find out Brian Schechter left the music business? Not on, universe. Kitty's exam had better go brilliantly, is all I'm saying.

I'm currently on her couch contemplating a lot of Bob/Brian AUs because honestly, they're always going to be my favorite non-canon pairing (my favorite canon one is Chantal/Jimmy, but that's a little scary to contemplate right now, given that they apparently both read fic, wtf). You're all asleep, or I'd tell you to come play with me. Stupid time difference.

Anyway, love, love, you guys exist and my view here is fairly spectacular, so.
harborshore: (you)
tastes like nothing else )

Secret note to [livejournal.com profile] absenteye: smultronen är mogna.

For the rest of you, smultron are wild strawberries, and they grow in dikes and in little nooks in the woods, and I spent the afternoon picking them, getting mosquito-bitten and staining my dress with red. And if you haven't had them, oh--they taste like summer, like nothing else in the world.

Also, this is what I meant when I said I'd be around but not. I'm here, I really am, but I'm going to be woefully behind on comments and emails (I already am). But I wanted to share a little bit of summer with you, just a little bit. Sweden in a bowl, if you will. ♥
harborshore: (zoid)
I walked home under a moon that hung so low it looked like it was leaning against the treetops. Dinner tonight was with my friend Hope, an American editor who is--oh, I can't tell you how much of a relief it is to talk to her. It's intense--we share deeply personal stories and problems and listen, really listen to each other, and god, it makes me feel cleaner and lighter and like I can walk tall, no problem, right into the fucking sky.

On that note, I love:

new moons and full moons and falling stars; the ocean, the ocean (home, home, home); wood anemones; kittens; cuddling; shakespeare and stoppard and both the dylans; oak trees (especially the one near our apartment that is split so I can fit into its trunk); kitty; bravery; stubborn bitches; words and sounds and rhythm and vowels; werewolves; novels about any kind of magic; the light in the summer; music (that word holds a whole universe for me); kissing; vienna teng's voice; the world (no, really); and you, yeah, you. ♥
harborshore: (zoid)
*waves sheepishly* I've emerged from my post-paper fog and am attempting this posting-with-actual-content again. If by content you mean babble.

I turned in my paper Friday afternoon, and that's it--no more edits, no more revisions, no takebacks, oh my god, I'm DONE. Then I came home and got really tired, really fast. So the weekend was spent in a daze, reading fic (so many good stories you guys, SO MANY), poking at original poetry and my big bang, having some chat conversations with people in which I could notice myself flitting from topic to topic but was too tired to stop it and figure out how to have a real conversation (sorry, those of you who've been talking to me; I'm not quite myself yet), answered some emails and comments (am still behind--if you're waiting for something, I'm getting to it, promise)...I'm a little more awake now, but not much.

I also spent most of yesterday at the cottage. Mostly I sat inside, watching the rain and reading, but I took a walk and watched the sea, gray with rain and wind. That was--it was a good reminder how tiny I really am. I love the ocean, I've loved it since I first saw it (my mother used to joke that I was a mermaid in a former life), and I just needed to stand on the beach and get soaked by rain and watch the water move for a while.

Lastly--getting an LJ in February was the best idea ever. I couldn't have pulled off this paper thing or this big bang fic thing without you guys. Some people deserve special thanks, and they've gotten them or they're getting them soon, but consider this a general I'm-so-fucking-grateful-you-exist, okay? Yeah, that means you. And you, too. ♥

ETA: I said actual content. Do questions count? You should tell me something good, big or small, that happened to you during the past two weeks or so. Or tell me what needs to exist where you live--independent book stores or oceans or trees or cats.
harborshore: (thin sunshine)
In case anyone's wondering why I've been more than normally flaky and absent lately, well, tomorrow afternoon is when I turn in the paper for archiving. Last edits are fun. I've been bribing myself with fic, which is actually sort of working. Thank god I read fast. Anyway, I need about five more hours, four tonight and one tomorrow morning, and then I can officially claim summer vacation. Holy fuck do I need my break, man.

i am OFF

Apr. 10th, 2009 07:44 am
harborshore: (come on over)
For the weekend, at least. At the cottage, the only internet access I get is pirated wireless in the grocery store parking lot half an hour away from the house. Email me if the sky is falling; I might get it in time to get the fuck under cover. (homeless dot sky at gmail dot com.) I am bringing an excellent story (you are all jealous of me and don't know it), my own big bang, and *gulp* my mini-thesis.
harborshore: (zoid)
I'm not sure how it became Sunday without my noticing it, but I most emphatically do not approve. It's also the Sunday Europe switches over to Daylight Savings Time, which means I'm supposed to have one more hour than I have, dammit, and my take-home exam is intimidating me a little.

Some things about this week:
  1. Tuesday was Ada Lovelace Day, and when I think about women in technology, I will always think about my mother. She went back to school at 32 to get her undergraduate degree in mathematics, and ended up learning programming despite never having seen a computer before. Today, she's a nuclear physicist, working in enormous cyclotrons with equipment that ranges from state-of-the-art to almost-falling-to-pieces; she writes her own simulations and teaches herself new programming languages every now and then, just because. And she wants me to teach her CSS, as soon as I get better at it (because lord knows I suck right now, but I'll learn).

  2. MCR's twitter continues to be a source of JOY and ADORABLENESS, even when (especially when) Frank bitches about grammar or Bob makes fun of everyone. Also, it's now canon that they're sort of at a loss without their wives--the entire band spent hours and hours on twitter the night their wives went to a show. I'm ridiculous, I know it, but that band and the way they love their awesome significant others makes me so happy. (Did you know Lindsey is awesome at oil painting? (AND EVERYTHING EVER?) &THEM;

  3. Another source of JOY is Georgette Heyer: I spent all my in-between time last Friday (subway, lunch, subway, fifteen minutes in the dressing room at the swimming pool) finishing Friday's Child, which was delightful and caused my inner monologue to sound like a Regency novel for the rest of the night. Be glad I didn't post then, it was very ridiculous. If anyone has read a lot of Heyer and could tell me which one to read next, I'd be most grateful. I want ones that end like this one, with the couple being on equal footing (my politics are showing, I'm aware), because an ending where the girl is a silly little idiot who needs taking care of will spoil the whole book for me. It's fine if she starts out that way, but not if she doesn't develop.

  4. The fic I've been bitching about for a month and a half is so close to done, I can't even. The course which is partly to blame for the fic taking this long is also almost over--Tuesday I turn in the aforementioned take-home exam, and then I am FREE...to do research for my mini-thesis. Which is, at least, a lot more fun.

  5. Lastly, thank you (you as in plural, obviously) for the support and the help and the beta-reading and the compliments and the everything, really. ♥
harborshore: (shout out loud)
This is a post about how I, like Mikeyway, should not be allowed near household appliances.

See here, I had delicious soup in my fridge, standing on a coaster because it was hot when I put it in the fridge yesterday, and I took it out to heat it, putting the stove on low heat and walked away. Can anyone see where this is going?

In my room, some five minutes later, I smelled smoke. I thought, "Shit, I'm burning the soup," and ran downstairs. There was indeed smoke in the kitchen, but it was coming from underneath the pot. Yeah. I'd forgotten to remove the coaster.

I pulled the coaster off the stove, and it was kind of on the verge of actually being set on fire. So I threw it in the sink with the help of some barbecue tongs and turned the stove off, opened a bunch of windows and am now waiting for the stove to cool down so I can scrape off the charred remains of the coaster. WHY AM I SUCH AN IDIOT? And I'm really hungry now. Do you think it's safe to eat the soup?

ETA: As two people have pointed out, I didn't burn the soup or get any of the charred coaster in it, therefore it should be safe to eat. \o/

ETA 2: Everything smells like burnt cork coaster. Urgh.

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