Friday, November 25, 2005
A Day in the Life of an Oxford Don:
"I am awakened by my cat Apollonius jumping onto the bed. His loyal purring warms my breast until I recall that women have the vote. I struggle out of bed, and stumble down to the college hall where I order my traditional English breakfast in traditional Latin. I decide not to make an issue of the fact that my ova are scrambled because the boy serving has yet to master the past participle.
Gloomily I leave the hall and head for Blackwell's but forget what book it was I was looking for and am annoyed to find no member of staff who can tell me - even at the Information Desk! I ask directions to my department but only seem to be able to run into Oriental tourists, who prove unhelpful, no matter how loudly I shout at them. I make it into the department by coffee time. There is a note on my door from a graduate of mine (I think) who wonders where I was at ten. I ask my secretary to print off my emails for me, and spend the remainder of the morning wondering at the etymology of "viagra".
I make it into lunch which is pheasant - again! - and ponder what is happening to food in the college. I leave hall again, but miss my first tutorial as it is overcast and my sundial isn't working. In my second tutorial, the tyke, whose name I forget, has completed the sheet. He is rather smart for the progeny of chimney-sweeps and will no doubt get a first in spite of my best efforts. Darling Imogen, with whom he is paired, giggles delightfully throughout the whole hour. She smiles so sweetly I decide to ignore her more fundamental misunderstandings of basic material and give her an alpha minus.
Dinner at least is uneventful, and merited after such a long day's work. Though I am disappointed to hear that the butler has been granted time off to visit his ailing father. I had thought that Thatcher had broken the power of the unions way back! Instead his son buttles - a poor show as he needs to be reminded to put out the snuff, and can only find two varieties.
Exhausted, I head back to my room and slump comatose into my favourite armchair. My sleep untroubled in the certitude that I will put tomorrow to the same exemplary use."
(Sourced from TSR.)
"I am awakened by my cat Apollonius jumping onto the bed. His loyal purring warms my breast until I recall that women have the vote. I struggle out of bed, and stumble down to the college hall where I order my traditional English breakfast in traditional Latin. I decide not to make an issue of the fact that my ova are scrambled because the boy serving has yet to master the past participle.
Gloomily I leave the hall and head for Blackwell's but forget what book it was I was looking for and am annoyed to find no member of staff who can tell me - even at the Information Desk! I ask directions to my department but only seem to be able to run into Oriental tourists, who prove unhelpful, no matter how loudly I shout at them. I make it into the department by coffee time. There is a note on my door from a graduate of mine (I think) who wonders where I was at ten. I ask my secretary to print off my emails for me, and spend the remainder of the morning wondering at the etymology of "viagra".
I make it into lunch which is pheasant - again! - and ponder what is happening to food in the college. I leave hall again, but miss my first tutorial as it is overcast and my sundial isn't working. In my second tutorial, the tyke, whose name I forget, has completed the sheet. He is rather smart for the progeny of chimney-sweeps and will no doubt get a first in spite of my best efforts. Darling Imogen, with whom he is paired, giggles delightfully throughout the whole hour. She smiles so sweetly I decide to ignore her more fundamental misunderstandings of basic material and give her an alpha minus.
Dinner at least is uneventful, and merited after such a long day's work. Though I am disappointed to hear that the butler has been granted time off to visit his ailing father. I had thought that Thatcher had broken the power of the unions way back! Instead his son buttles - a poor show as he needs to be reminded to put out the snuff, and can only find two varieties.
Exhausted, I head back to my room and slump comatose into my favourite armchair. My sleep untroubled in the certitude that I will put tomorrow to the same exemplary use."
(Sourced from TSR.)
Oh, put me out of my misery.
Monday, November 07, 2005
I lost myself on a cool damp night
I gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotised by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree
I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in its recipe
It makes me see what I want to see
And be what I want to be
When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more that I ought to drink
Because it brings me back you
Lilac wine is sweet and heady,
Like my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady,
Like my love
Listen to me, I cannot see clearly
Isn't that she, coming to me
Nearly here
Lilac wine is sweet and heady,
Where's my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady,
Where's my love
Listen to me, why is everything so hazy
Isn't that she, or am I just going crazy, dear
Lilac wine, I feel unready for my love
Feel unready, for my love.
-
Love, let me sleep tonight on your couch
And remember the smell of the fabric
Of your simple city dress
Oh... that was so real
We walked around til the moon got full like a plate
The wind blew an invocation and I fell asleep at the gate
And I never stepped on the cracks 'cause I thought I'd hurt my mother
And I couldn't awake from the nightmare that sucked me in and pulled me under
Pulled me under
Oh... that was so real
I love you, but I'm afraid to love you
I love you, but I'm afraid to love you.
(Lyrics by Jeff Buckley.)
I gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotised by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree
I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in its recipe
It makes me see what I want to see
And be what I want to be
When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more that I ought to drink
Because it brings me back you
Lilac wine is sweet and heady,
Like my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady,
Like my love
Listen to me, I cannot see clearly
Isn't that she, coming to me
Nearly here
Lilac wine is sweet and heady,
Where's my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady,
Where's my love
Listen to me, why is everything so hazy
Isn't that she, or am I just going crazy, dear
Lilac wine, I feel unready for my love
Feel unready, for my love.
-
Love, let me sleep tonight on your couch
And remember the smell of the fabric
Of your simple city dress
Oh... that was so real
We walked around til the moon got full like a plate
The wind blew an invocation and I fell asleep at the gate
And I never stepped on the cracks 'cause I thought I'd hurt my mother
And I couldn't awake from the nightmare that sucked me in and pulled me under
Pulled me under
Oh... that was so real
I love you, but I'm afraid to love you
I love you, but I'm afraid to love you.
(Lyrics by Jeff Buckley.)
Sunday, November 06, 2005
And Jo:
| Your Ultimate Purity Score Is... | ||
| Category | Your Score | Average |
| Self-Lovin' | 61.7% Explored the pleasures of the flesh | 65% |
| Shamelessness | 71.4% It takes a couple of drinks | 79.1% |
| Sex Drive | 63.2% A fool for love, but not always | 77.5% |
| Straightness | 16.1% Knows the other body type like a map | 44.3% |
| Gayness | 83.9% Repressed, are we? | 83.9% |
| Fucking Sick | 82.3% Refreshingly normal | 90.1% |
| You are 62.15% pure Average Score: 72.6% | ||
| Your Ultimate Purity Score Is... | ||
| Category | Your Score | Average |
| Self-Lovin' | 71.7% Explored the pleasures of the flesh | 65% |
| Shamelessness | 97.6% Has yet to see self in mirror | 79.1% |
| Sex Drive | 92.1% The Pope is envious | 77.5% |
| Straightness | 85.7% Just go fuck something, okay? | 44.3% |
| Gayness | 100% | 83.9% |
| Fucking Sick | 97.3% Refreshingly normal | 90.1% |
| You are 88.49% pure Average Score: 72.6% | ||
Friday, November 04, 2005
If you had a little faith in me
I'd have faith in myself
The Sun is staring me in the face
But I don't want for anything else
'Cause I'm really only watching life
But long to be part of it
If you had a little faith in me
Maybe I'd feel it's warm
And we'd be up there
Looking out
Breathing
I'm never going to get that close again,
The feeling like I did with you inside
You left your fingerprints under my skin
And I'm running out of time
For you
If you had a little faith in me
You'd have faith in yourself
The Sun is staring me in the face
But I don't want for anything but love
To share my mountain top
And share my heart in trust
With no reasons to discuss
I'm never going to get that close again,
The feeling like I did with you inside
You left your fingerprints under my skin
And I'm running out of time
For you
(Lyrics by Pole Folder.)
I'd have faith in myself
The Sun is staring me in the face
But I don't want for anything else
'Cause I'm really only watching life
But long to be part of it
If you had a little faith in me
Maybe I'd feel it's warm
And we'd be up there
Looking out
Breathing
I'm never going to get that close again,
The feeling like I did with you inside
You left your fingerprints under my skin
And I'm running out of time
For you
If you had a little faith in me
You'd have faith in yourself
The Sun is staring me in the face
But I don't want for anything but love
To share my mountain top
And share my heart in trust
With no reasons to discuss
I'm never going to get that close again,
The feeling like I did with you inside
You left your fingerprints under my skin
And I'm running out of time
For you
(Lyrics by Pole Folder.)
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
"They told me that the grass was always greener on the other side. Well, I stepped over that fence for a few hours, and it still looked pretty green; I didn't see any reason why I shouldn't cultivate a garden there."
