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just commenting on the most recent post to introduce oneself, i've found, can be problematic.  this post is intended to help prevent these dilemmas in my own journal: introductions go here, as well as any other non sequiturs.  of course, if you don't share my need for an engraved invitation, do feel free to speak ex nihilo, ad libitum, et cetera—and to mock me for my latin & lowercase. :D

polutrope

hi am at starbucks with a caffe misto, which is my new favorite drink evar,—coffee, steamed milk, cheap—a wee mocha chocolate bar, & free internet because i have that starbucks gold card thing. \o/ life is good.

yay! that seriously sounds perfect

it so is omg. also astolat wrote a new merlin fic¹ and i am going to see orfeo in like an hour and a half, what could be better? altho ahaha i am waiting to find out who else is going to this opera, since i'm pretty sure peter² said some teachers were coming. SUPER AWK FTW :D

yay!

unrelatedly how cool is it that itunes knows when you're in a starbucks & tells you what's playing & lets you buy it? &moderntechnologyomg;

so yes, am basically so content i could purr: plus all of the above, i am wearing my favorite boots and my new soft-as-kittens burgundy-colored dress and my silk scarf which is a cheery swath of bright oriental red. oh and earrings that i prolly ought to model for you guys, one of these days, that are basically long gold chains with rose quartz teardrops on the end & make me feel v. elegant. so yes, my sartorial splendor, let me show you it—or, you know, not, since there is no actual camwhoring in this post. but whatever, i feel pretty, &c.

okay, time to leave so i can stop by the bank (i need some cash to give peter for my ticket!) and fix my hair (i brought pins and a comb, but have yet to use either). ♥ to all!

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¹ which is called "the trouble with unicorns" & is just as awesome as that sounds, or possibly more so: you should all go read it RIGHT NOW.
² peter being the dude who taught my high school voice class—as opposed to fred, from whom i took (& still take!) private lessons—who is a fabulous singer and a total queen and a sweetheart, and basically my favorite person in the world.

today was one of those rare non-cashwrap days that i cherish so. *blissful sigh* also i am reading robertson davies’ cornish trilogy (the rebel angels, what’s bred in the bone & the lyre of orpheus, which my edition has combined into one volume). it is entirely fabulous, & i cannot believe i didn’t discover it sooner.

and with my legs stretched out in front of me like this, it occurs to me to note that my leg hair has reached ridiculous lengths. what, it’s winter & i wear pants all the time, no one sees it! i should probably shave at some point, but i’m sort of enjoying biting my thumb at beauty a little. also i’m wearing purple fuzzy socks, which are pretty rockin’—my sartorial splendor, let me show you it.

(…not.)

in closing, let me recommend weber’s trio for flute, piano & cello in g minor, op. 63. my sister learned it last summer for the chamber music program she attended, and it’s an utterly gorgeous piece: perhaps more fascinating to me than it would be otherwise, having heard her part alone & then combined, but then music worth its salt¹ is always better on a second (or third, or thirtieth) hearing.

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¹not, i know, a felicitous expression in this context. do forgive me.

See, banks and brakes

Now leavèd how thick! lacèd they are again

With fretty chervil, look, and fresh wind shakes

Them; birds build—but not I build; no, but strain,

Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes.

Mine, O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.