vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (girl with no pearls or earrings /)
I'm now in COLLEGE! Which explains why I'm not really that involved in fandom, for the moment. But rest assured, higher education can't keep me away for long. (I think. Those 6AM work-study shifts might, though.) And If I owe you stuff, I'm working on getting it to you.
vanitashaze: Superman kicking off a... boot? Duck? (In with the new and out with the ducks /)


In celebration, a meme:

Ask me one fandom-related question in the comments. This can be fandom specific, general, or about fandom/lj stuff/fic writing/etc. in general.

Just one question, please, but it can (and perhaps should) have sub-parts.

Question can be as wacky as you want. Ask me about tv shows, characters, fanfic in general, fandom issues/meta, anything about any of my stories specifically. Whatever you want.
vanitashaze: Text: "Idiot: member of large, powerful tribe whose influence in human affairs has always been dominant & controlling." (rampant! rampant!)
Arguing with my "I have an anthropology degree, so I can make intelligent arguments too" mother about race, class, gender, homophobia, ableism, or really anything that challenges her worldview: TROLL LOGIC. Note the picture especially.

Is there some magical way to talk to a middle-class-straight-Christian-white-woman-I'm-related-to about these things if she is really just not interested in hearing it? If so, please share. Because this is driving me up the wall.
vanitashaze: Text: "Idiot: member of large, powerful tribe whose influence in human affairs has always been dominant & controlling." (rampant! rampant!)
Courtesy of [ profile] sheafrotherdon:

OH MY GOD EW CONSERVATIVE REPUBLICANS. This is not the first time that secularism has been sacrificed in the Texas Textbook Debates, but this is definitely one of the scariest examples I've seen yet. There are so many things I could say about the new curriculum - how it's likely going to be sexist, racist, xenophobic, homophobic, religiously discriminatory, just discriminatory in general, and oh yeah, PARTISAN BRAINWASHING - but I think this shit is self-explanatory, and there's just way too much fail to properly document. Really, I think one of their fellow Republicans said it best: "Guys, you're rewriting history now!" Though this bit deserves a special notice for sheer RAGE INDUCING FAIL:

McLeroy moved that Margaret Sanger, the birth-control pioneer, be included because she “and her followers promoted eugenics."

In conclusion: Yuck.


vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (the cantaloupes especially suck /)

*claws face off*
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And yet I am quickly becoming addicted to Radiolab, a wonderful little radio show on WYNC 93.9 that's somewhere between geekdom and synesthesia. Every episode, they choose a topic - life after death, for instance, or numbers, or why we blink - and from that topic focus on a few elements in-depth, usually about three of these, and then leave it to the listeners to draw conclusions and connections between them. It's supposedly a scientific show, and they definitely have a scientific bend - most of the elements are approached from a scientific basis - but it also touches on psychology, philosophy, anthropology, spirituality, music, literature, art... the list goes on and on. (And, [ profile] ticketsonmyself, they had They Might Be Giants on for a guest spot!) I'm not particularly scientific, and I always preferred a more humanistic / metaphysical / subjective explanation for things, but that has not deterred me at all, because this isn't a typical radio science show that only scientists can enjoy (or, you know, a high-school science class). This is how science should be taught - with humor, depth, care, debate, and above all, an endless good-natured curiosity about the way the world works and what our place in it is. (All the hosts are super easy on the ears, too.)

It is, needless to say, great. I want to move to New York just so I can listen to this on the radio every day. However, if - like me - you're unlucky enough to live out of radio reception, you can download the podcasts of the shows for free off their website, and listen to them whenever. They have the longer hour-shows - which I totally recommend, especially "Beyond Time" and the one on race - but they also have twenty-minute "shorts", which are great if you don't have the time to commit to listening to the former all the way through. (Word to the wise, though: Don't try to listen to either of them while doing something that requires motor concentration. They're fascinating, and you will get totally wrapped up in them and forget what you're doing. I almost got flattened by a mid-size compact this morning, doing just this.)
vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (the cantaloupes especially suck /)
Theatre has kind of been a bitch to me lately. Between the production I was in and the productions I was trying to see - and now, of course, the million and one productions I'm trying to figure out how to audition for - I feel like my most recent of mistresses has been very fickle. Our admittedly amateur show goes off awesomely - it's the talk of the town, and when I say it, I mostly mean the male lead and myself - and we get tepid, badly-written (misspelled!) reviews. I finally scrounge up enough money to go see Angels in America: Perestroika, on the last day that it's playing, and because I waited so long the tickets are sold out. (Obviously I'm a little annoyed: see title.)

To top it all off, of course, I would have thought that I'd have more free time after this production finished - to post and write and not be TEARING MY CHEMICALLY-TREATED HAIR OUT BY THE ROOTS - but apparently, no. I felt a void and have endeavored to fill it with dozens of other activities, and I'm only now just realizing that it means I will be just as busy.

I know it's immature to whine about time management, but really, I feel like I could use a little release.
vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (the cantaloupes especially suck /)
Bloddy sodding hell. I never thought I'd say this, but I never want to read another history in my life. I think I've spent almost two weeks in a delirium of accents, strange grammar structures, and trying - and failing, miserably - to explain my research verbally in something other than a jumble of short es and blaighs in an American accent. Thank god at least most of the analyses of the Cumann na mBan (basically, the women's IRA) are in English, and I only have to contend with names and places, which still have far too many letters. Máire Nic Shiúblaigh, for instance. I know there must be a logical way to pronounce it but for the life of me I cannot figure out how.

I must say, I have real sympathy for all these historians, because according to them, during the time they are studying, the push for the Irish language was so strong that the Cumann na mBan secretaries were instructed to relay all their internal messages in it. Ouch.

(And yes, like every other speaker of American English, I am incredibly obnoxious when it comes to language! It's like that old joke that my teacher's linguist wife tells: What do you call someone who speaks two languages; three languages; many languages; one language? Answer: bilingual, trilingual, polyglot, American.)

In other news: sorry, internets. I've been pretty much dead to everything that isn't a) term papers, b) college applications, c) play rehearsal, or d) SAT I and II review. (Though at least with the last, I'm almost done with, and what I have gotten back is pretty good, I think, in the high 700s. Which of course makes my 500s math score suck further.) ...But I promise I'll emerge from this! Eventually!
vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (the cantaloupes especially suck /)
"Though answer (C) does show up several times in the passage, answer (E) is the more complete answer."


vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (it's just been that kinda day /)
Remember that IB test that I was absolutely positively sure I'd failed? Got my scores back a long time ago but forgot to check them, in essence, today.


Take that, everyone - including myself - who said I wasn't good at math*!

*Even if the score was for IB Math Studies, which is in essence Math for Poets, and so doesn't really count.
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1. I love being part of the inner-workings of nonprofits. They're just so fascinating, that combination of altruism and selfishness, caring and depersonalization, the things you want to do brought up short by the things you must. There's something immensely satisfying in seeing the sin-cracks in the saintly plaster. (Though if you don't like gossip, they are not the place for you. Forget lesbian separatist communes: if you want women in your life, to be totally surrounded by them, go into the nonprofit sector! Nary a man you will see, except for when the Big Bosses (the Board, dun dun dun) meet.)

I think I've mentioned before how depersonalized human services get - out of necessity; like doctors, charity-workers think of their "clients" as numbers or moments in time, no sort of grand continuum - but even so, you'd be surprised how much humanity that can be found there. People smile, laugh, make mistakes, make jokes, chat, cry, rage. Even a list of names in a file registry evokes. Hours of re-filing and crouching in crowded hallways is, I think, no one's idea of a good time, least of not mine, but I feel a bit better for a world that apparently contains a Ms. Little John, a Mr. Outlaw, a Yohn, an Orf, an Ogle, an Ours, a Pearline, a Moneymaker, a Muddiman, and as the topper on the proverbial cake, a Billy Justice (who I actually met) and Mr. McFail.

2. Of note: this is hardly a guarantee I'll write anything, because I think it'll be a miracle if I finish everything I'm supposed to within the alloted time. However - you never know. So prompt away! If nothing else, I will be happy to shriek, squeal, and discuss your prompt.

The "You Should Write..." Meme!
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ARGH. The worst of it is that even though my head aches, I'm slingshotting between 100 and 105 degrees, and apparently trying to hack up ten gallons of what looks suspiciously like the remnants of a New Jersey petrochemical plant - wait for it - I'm not actually that sick! Just sick enough to keep from doing the things I want to be doing, but not sick enough to forget that I want to be doing them, if that makes any sense at all. (I find that lately I am, as a rule, not.) In conclusion: sick fail. But I am catching up on Sarah Connor Chronicles, Burn Notice, Nip/Tuck, Kings, and Leverage, so I suppose that's something.
vanitashaze: Girl on a dark beach. (dear miami you're the first to go /)
1. Arguing with one's parents really sucks. GODDAMNIT LISTEN WHY DON'T YOU. I swear, it's like carrying on a dialogue with Soviet Russia.

2. I owe [ profile] redfairie19 a whole bunch of fic, don't I? Or, really, well, two. The ghost one and the fix-it. But that's still a lot.

3. BAT FOR LASHES. Like Mirah, she's an artist I've heard a lot about these last few years, but for some reason - perhaps after listening to one of her songs - I was under the impression that I disliked her. So, of course, I'm talking with E about how much I dislike Bat for Lashes, I mean, What's the hype about anyway, and then she turns around and fiddles with something on her computer, and "Prescilla" comes on, and I am like, That is very cool, What is that, and she, of course, turns around and smirks. Now I have a burned copy of "Fur and Gold" and have been listening to it nonstop. I get weird about music sometimes; I don't know. Maybe she just differs from album to album - like Mirah, again - but this one is so much fun. It reminds me of PJ Harvey's Is This Desire?, with a slightly sweeter voice and richer sound, not to say that Harvey's is poorer. It's just starker. Think harsh, stormy salt-cliffs, buffeted by water - that's Harvey, on Is This Desire? Bat for Lashes' Fur and Gold has the same isolation, the same loneliness, but it's softened, somehow, a little more gold than silver. Rubies rather than diamonds. You get the drift.
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Oh. My. Fucking. God. Two hours, and I'm going to be unpacking this for weeks.

If you are in the vicinity of Washington D.C. anytime between now and April 26th, YOU MUST SEE THIS PLAY.

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1. Good news: I won a writing contest.

Bad news: I have to fill out a W-9 form to collect the prize money.

Can you say "confusing"? Because I can, and I bet whoever created this damn thing can too. It's sitting in my inbox, now, but I swear I must have been just sitting there staring at it for an hour, capped pen in hand, too terrified to write anything less I screw it up, which I will. In fact, I'm not going to touch it at all. I'll make my mum fill it out.

2. I have purple hair! Or at least, streaks. Vaguely purplish ones. Actually, they're really more of a burgundy color, and not very noticeable unless I'm in the right light and have parted my hair to the left, but hell. I like them anyway. Whoever invented Special Effects: Atomic Pink should be given a medal, just as whoever invented Special Effects: Burgundy Wine should be shot. The former lasts forever; the latter lasts for about a day. If you're lucky.
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1. I am so blissed-out right now it's not even funny. Like, just - whoah. It literally took me twenty minutes to walk home (two blocks) because I kept stumbling into trees and bushes and whatnot. Even though I have a headache from the funky pillows, I am so full of love for PT class and their free (practice) massages. (Though I might feel differently in a couple hours, should the headache / neckache / jawache not go away.)

It was actually a very interesting experience, mostly because a) it was my first time to get a massage by someone who knows what they are doing, and b) I am extremely ticklish, to the point that it was basically forty minutes of tense and relax, tense and relax. In any case...

2. My sister is watching Milk! Of her own volition! I consider this a major achievement in my pinko liberal commie brainwashing campaign.

3. Thanks to Burn Notice, Daniel Jackson is not only a crazy anthropologist, but a psychotic ex-CIA agent who tries to kill Michael! Four times! But who is actually surprisingly likable! (And yes, I thought the season finale was good. Even if I was a little distracted by Victor - I must've spent the first thirty minutes going, "No. Wait. Is that- It can't be. It is! Is it?"

Apparently, it is. And, wow. Michael Shanks is actually quite talented at this whole acting thing, isn't he?

4. Also, icon on my PM post. THAT IS NOT MINE! I want my Gene icon back, damn it. Whoops. Never mind.
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So, the highlight of my night? Was nearly getting stuck in the middle of a gang-related mob fight that broke out. In downtown Silver Spring. At a nonviolence concert.

I have never had much sympathy for police, but man, I am starting to get why they behave like such assholes. (Hint: because everyone else is so stupid.)
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1. And ah, the saga of the second dog continues with a great mess of crap on the rug, crap on the floor, and crate-training advice from my English teacher (was weird). What really kills me is that Tess is such an absolute darling, and you can see that it just kills her when she does something wrong. Only, she doesn't know a lot of things are wrong. And so, there is a lot of wrong stuff going on, and damn near nobody's happy.

2. Poe's "Haunted" seems like a very John Sheppardian song. I don't know. Give it a listen. That whole album is pretty brilliant, anyway.

3. You know, it's quite funny. I haven't watched the show since the second season or even given it much thought, lately; in fact, I'm definite in my certainty that Heroes has jumped the shark. Possibly several. Because, wow, bad. But looking back through what I've written - what I continue to write - it seems I'm mostly a Heroes writer. And when I say "mostly", I mean predominately in a big way. And it was my first real fandom, too, the one that actually got me writing and speculating and spinning their lives in my head. I suppose I just can't let go of that, even though these days, the canon bears no resemblance to those characters I loved. (In fact, I've gone so far in my denial as to pretty much create an alternate canon in my head - something that, if you look closely, strings all my stories together into some weird commune future.) And now there's the [ profile] heroes_exchange, and I'm left thinking, didn't I used to really like these characters?

I don't know, you guys. It's weird to have such a big part of me belong to a fandom I don't even like anymore.

4. Meme time!

Anyway, let's start the new year off right; The problem with LJ: we all think we are so close, but really, we know nothing about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.

More than one question is allowed. I'll answer happily :)

Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you!
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I just had a twenty-minute argument with my landlord - who happens to be the father of my best friend - about the proper disposal of tampons.

That was... surreal.


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