juniperphoenix

Have passed a deliciously sleepy and content evening lying in bed, reading So Long and Thanks for All the Fish, and inexplicably craving tortilla chips (the super-awesome kind with lime) and salsa.


My week in incomplete and cryptic review:

the best haircut evar
vast, drifting, sand-dune-like piles of work
impotent anger with a side of gallows humor
exhaustion to the point of tears
elementary school reminiscences
sunshine, blue skies, sweet-smelling trees
"She Came In Through The Bathroom Window"
cupcakes!
fifteen and 2/7 weeks until moving day

Hi, all. I'm still alive, I just haven't been posting much. Well, okay, actually I have been posting quite a lot, but mostly it's been locked speculation about what would happen were the members of SGA-1 to form a psychedelic rock band. So. :>

Here are some random snippets from my recent experiences:

* How would you describe a (dill) pickle to someone who has never seen or tasted one? A waitress and I attempted to do this today for an international student (I believe he was from Japan) and did not have much success. I was all "...it's crunchy? and, um, kind of tastes like vinegar?" I don't think "cucumber" is one of the first words anybody bothers to learn in English.

* I may have mentioned that the class I'm taking this semester is... stressful. However! Because she is awesome beyond the telling of it, Megan made me an Advent calendar to count down to the end of the semester. (I KNOW!) It looks like a Stargate, and the chevrons open up to reveal little pictures and quotes. On the last day of class I get to open the wormhole. This is, like, a major reason not to run away and hide on a desert island. (Speaking of desert islands on which I will not be hiding, am I supposed to open one during spring break?)

* I recently started reading The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, which has been a major gap in my nerd cred for far too long. I started reading it during my last semester of college, but quickly got distracted by Beatleclass and thesis and never finished. Earlier this week I found the entire series in one volume on clearance at the campus bookstore and decided to carpe liber. So far I'm not particularly sucked in by the plot, but I love love love the way he uses language and I have a feeling that's more of the point than the plot is, maybe.

I feel like I should have more things to talk about right now, but I guess not.

Every year I resolve that I will not turn on the air conditioner until June. And every year, when I first turn it on, it doesn't work. I should really start planning for this.

It's in the 90s this weekend, so when I got back from the farm yesterday I broke down and turned on the AC. Of course, it didn't work, and since it's Memorial Day I will have to wait until tomorrow to get it fixed. In the meantime, I am wandering around the apartment in a cotton nightgown, occasionally splashing myself with water, trying to muster a coherent thought. My brain ceases to function when a certain temperature is reached — and I'm sure it doesn't help that it's too hot to eat anything.

However, the earlier part of the weekend was lovely. I went digging through the closet at my parents' house and retrieved half a laundry basket of books that I really don't have room for in my apartment, but wanted to have with me anyway. The stack includes mostly Star Trek novels and Greek tragedies, along with a bunch of back issues of Asimov's science fiction magazine with short stories that I wanted to save. The books that I was actually looking for — two Highlander novels — turned out not to be in the first box I checked, but I did finally manage to find them and reread them both this weekend. It was lovely to read The Captive Soul sitting next to my parents' pond with the lilies and frogs and fish and papyrus while in the book, Methos was doing exactly the same thing. :)

bethysphere came down on Saturday evening and we enjoyed a rousing game of Taboo and other hijinx with my family. Much wildlife was observed — not all of it non-human. ;) I love taking friends down to the farm, even though I always stress out about it beforehand. It's a really important part of me that I want my friends to know, but I always worry that it won't be interesting/entertaining enough. Clearly I should stop worrying about this. I mean, I know that my friends find me interesting or they wouldn't bother to hang out with me. I'm just always surprised (and delighted!) by their interest. It's not a matter of poor self-esteem — I do find myself interesting! — I just don't feel like I put enough out into the world for anyone else to notice. It's nice to know that they do, even if I don't ever quite get why.

Okay, time to go splash myself with water again and attempt to be productive. I must make some progress on a certain Web project today.

Stay cool, folks!