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Feb. 4th, 2015 08:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeI need more bookmarks for more better courtesaning.
No, okay, the origin of this is that I came home, found the blankets, found my dinner, curled up with a bowl of curry and Women of the Pleasure Quarters to sit and read a bit. Took about an hour to get through a maybe ten, fifteen? page introduction because I kept screaming at the author to stop being such a self-important white person in Japan for a bit and pay a fucking ttention. Seriously, it took her twenty years in Japan and a few cluebats to the head to learn that along with very very strong influence of politeness and ritual in Japanese society goes a necessary thread of humility. Especially when one is a white person in Japan. She also compared herself to a geisha. I am not throwing the book across the room, it is a library book.
Anyway, so I was reading this and then I tucked someone else's library receipt into the book to hold my place, sitting up straighter and moving with more attention to my limbs and fingers, like I do when reading books about elegant people. And then I thought, I need more bookmarks if I'm going to be doing more reading this month, especially of hardcopies. Pretty bookmarks. As befitting a courtesan.
(Yes, I know I call myself a courtesan when she can't call herself a geisha, it's not entirely the same. For one thing there's a lot less cultural weight.)
Anyway. I didn't manage to get any writing done today but I did look over the physics again and I still don't know it any better than I did when I got it wrong the first couple of times, and I'm out of chances ugh. So I guess it's just taking the crappy grade on the lab, assuming this screws me as bad as I think it does, and move on. If there's one thing grandma taught me about testing it's to do the problems you can, spend more time on the problems you might, and move on when you've done everything you can. It's not like I need to do this for any reason other than sheer stubborn anyway.
Wednesday Reads is a bit sparse, but I have started actively reading the Women of the Pleasure Quarters book, that weird urban fantasy but not book that I'm still not sure how I like it (Sanctum) and there's a couple other on my list to start up soon.
Superhero training is going well! Finally. For my own notes, barre and forward-facing routines remain the same, adding sidewards routines, at least one every morning for a full 60 seconds. Plus grande plies and releves again, and bellydancing exercises. That ought to keep me busy and push me to the full 45 for a while. Writing... not so badly I guess? Writing and scholarly pursuits have been erratic as of late, but as usual, I will post the word count tonight towards the end of the evening after I have writ all my words.
The Beej is getting run through all the scans to make sure the lymphoma is the only one, and if that's the case, she'll only have a few chemo treatments and a hellish month and we'll all be swimming in hand sanitizer, but she'll be right as rain after. I hope. I really, really hope.
Weekly Word Count: 5,225. FUCK YOU WEASELS, BIT BY BIT.
No, okay, the origin of this is that I came home, found the blankets, found my dinner, curled up with a bowl of curry and Women of the Pleasure Quarters to sit and read a bit. Took about an hour to get through a maybe ten, fifteen? page introduction because I kept screaming at the author to stop being such a self-important white person in Japan for a bit and pay a fucking ttention. Seriously, it took her twenty years in Japan and a few cluebats to the head to learn that along with very very strong influence of politeness and ritual in Japanese society goes a necessary thread of humility. Especially when one is a white person in Japan. She also compared herself to a geisha. I am not throwing the book across the room, it is a library book.
Anyway, so I was reading this and then I tucked someone else's library receipt into the book to hold my place, sitting up straighter and moving with more attention to my limbs and fingers, like I do when reading books about elegant people. And then I thought, I need more bookmarks if I'm going to be doing more reading this month, especially of hardcopies. Pretty bookmarks. As befitting a courtesan.
(Yes, I know I call myself a courtesan when she can't call herself a geisha, it's not entirely the same. For one thing there's a lot less cultural weight.)
Anyway. I didn't manage to get any writing done today but I did look over the physics again and I still don't know it any better than I did when I got it wrong the first couple of times, and I'm out of chances ugh. So I guess it's just taking the crappy grade on the lab, assuming this screws me as bad as I think it does, and move on. If there's one thing grandma taught me about testing it's to do the problems you can, spend more time on the problems you might, and move on when you've done everything you can. It's not like I need to do this for any reason other than sheer stubborn anyway.
Wednesday Reads is a bit sparse, but I have started actively reading the Women of the Pleasure Quarters book, that weird urban fantasy but not book that I'm still not sure how I like it (Sanctum) and there's a couple other on my list to start up soon.
Superhero training is going well! Finally. For my own notes, barre and forward-facing routines remain the same, adding sidewards routines, at least one every morning for a full 60 seconds. Plus grande plies and releves again, and bellydancing exercises. That ought to keep me busy and push me to the full 45 for a while. Writing... not so badly I guess? Writing and scholarly pursuits have been erratic as of late, but as usual, I will post the word count tonight towards the end of the evening after I have writ all my words.
The Beej is getting run through all the scans to make sure the lymphoma is the only one, and if that's the case, she'll only have a few chemo treatments and a hellish month and we'll all be swimming in hand sanitizer, but she'll be right as rain after. I hope. I really, really hope.
Weekly Word Count: 5,225. FUCK YOU WEASELS, BIT BY BIT.