Tweets for Today

• 08:48 Yay, Friday. Phonetics study session. Not!Bro called last night. He got the gig. Me glad for him. Also. I'm an aunt, AGAIN.
• 18:44 Gah. Spent all day studying phonetics and Ancient French. It hurts my brain.

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Tweets for Today

• 00:44 Aleksii Antedilluvianovich Prelapsarianov - The World's Oldest Living Bolshevik. Tony Kushner, I like your sense of humor. I sporfled.
• 07:35 Aaaaaand up again, off to text analysis class. Is -4F/-20C today. Brrrr.
• 15:33 K.S., baby. Lesion number one. Lookit. The wine-dark kiss of the angel of death . . . I'm a lesionnaire. The Foreign Lesion. (Kushner)
• 15:34 The American Lesion. Lesionairre's disease . . . My troubles are lesion . . . (Kushner again. He knows how to take the tension off.)
• 15:35 Also, this is a LIBRARY, damn it. Can't people STFU? Or at least get a room? Le sigh, once more.
• 20:37 Hmmmm foods. Is good. And I want Bailey's Ice Cream.

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Tweets for Today

• 08:25 And yet another day. Off to read about the arrival of printing in England, French phonetics, and Angels in America.
• 09:22 You are on the bus when you suddenly realize ... you need to fart. The music is really loud, so you time your farts with the beat.
• 09:23 After a couple of songs, you start to feel better as you approach your stop.
• 09:23 As you are leaving the bus, people are really staring you down, and that's when you remember: you've been listening to your ipod.
• 09:26 Last few tweets? No, not a true story.
• 12:08 Project gutenberg and wiki source: god's gift to academics. Particularly the broke ones.
• 14:24 Pet redue
• 14:26 Pet peeve: if the class does not interest you, stfu or leave. Don't keep up the chatter.
• 21:10 Cold and humid: not a good combination.
• 23:13 Chilling out at home, but bed beckons.
• 00:19 My journal: I do have one. I keep on forgetting about it. Is bad.
• 00:44 Aleksii Antedilluvianovich Prelapsarianov - The World's Oldest Living Bolshevik. Tony Kushner, I like your sense of humor. I sporfled.

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Tweets for Today

• 07:31 Nnnngh, Early mornin', off to class, and to study Herman Melville. Woot!
• 13:55 Gah, procrastination is the death of me. Must. Go. Read. Aaaargh.
• 14:21 Entranched in the library. Will not leave until caught up! Must. Have. Resolve.
• 16:31 Medieval French: it gives me a headache.
• 17:53 Had enough. That will do for today. Strange man in the library draws circles on maps.
• 18:34 Home is nice. Brain is turned off for the night.
• 22:40 tinyurl.com/c59334 <----- is one of the most ridiculously funny vids I've seen in a while. Kids, don't do this at home.

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Lazy tweets

• 08:11 Yay, another day. Must go read stuff. Woo hoo!
• 17:36 Good day of work - think I may be making a friend in g-boy. Professor discussed lengthily the symbolism of shit, today. It was hysterical.

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Lazy tweets

• 10:41 Alive, she's alive! Up and awake, and will soon get ready to go to Dinner.
• 14:45 <3 to everyone. There will be absence tonight due to semi-family obligations. Ha.
• 16:57 I am newly reacquainted with my old disliking of yos. It is purely irrational.
• 17:20 Irresponsible, i am, and proud of it!
• 17:20 Being a little kid in public transportation sucks: all you ever see is knees.
• 17:20 It is a truth universally acknowledged that hair with too much gel is uber unsexy.
• 18:22 My mother is an Obama fangirl. It's cute.
• 19:49 Two bottles of wine later, my boredom is numb.
• 23:34 Hmmm... should ponder the word misanthropic.

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Lazy tweets

• 14:15 Had a good night's sleep - staying quiet at home and lounging in pj's. There is little better than lazy afternoons.
• 15:02 Think mum is annoyed at my lazy saturday thing. She wants to go /do/ ~things~. I want to veg out. Different rhythms ahoy.
• 16:55 Working on making a movie. This computer has never been so slow.
• 17:20 ah, good, looks like the roommate is in a better mood. *sigh* and in need of attention.
• 20:29 Survived dinner and heated conversations about dialects and social classes. Must this always be antagonistic? *goes back into shell.*

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Lazy tweets

• 12:35 Slept all afternoon yesterday - feeling better. Today is study day. Off to the library to meet my partner. Readings are a bit late. *Sigh*
• 12:54 It's snowing again. What the hell, weather?
• 17:32 Had a good study session - but still feeling beat. No plans for the weekend - I'm not really complaining. Have a lot to read, too.
• 19:28 Chillaxing with The God Of Small Things by Arundati Roy. It's a fascinating novel. Also, my back hurts.

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Lazy tweets

• 12:22 Having lunch with Paula after the lecture. I rocked the class.

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Manual Tweets

Because LoudTwitter failed.

• Gah, this essay took forever due to lack of synthetic skillz. But at long last it is done. Huzzah! 2 days ago     
• Woke up late - but still on time to go to class. Today is essay remittance day - and there's the Proto-French. Didn't read for that one. Ow. 2 days ago 
• Okay, off to class. I have about 1h to read Proto-French before the lecture. Yes, I can. It's only 20p, right, right? *facepalm* 2 days ago 
• Working on making interfaces talk to each other, ha! 2 days ago 
• Survived the storm. Back to my window at the library. Just realized that I lecture tomorrow on philosophy. This is wow. 2 days ago 
• Louis 16 disait: le roé c'est moé! Also, everyone is a viking! 1 day ago 
  
• Damn you, snow! You have deprived me of my wit! 1 day ago 
  
• Prof liked the questions that work with my essay. I is happy. Hopefully the essay will go over well. To tired to work in Diderot. Tomorrow. 1 day ago 
  
• Mum came home from theater. She's in a good mood. Premiere is tomorrow. It will rock. 1 day ago 

Lazy tweets

• 08:10 So, first tweet ever! In the bus to uni, i'm late. What else is new? 
• 17:13 Just got home from uni - and very excited. My essay is well underway, and my professor seems interested in my thesis idea! Life is good. 
• 18:18 Dinner was good - couscous, yum! With discussion about the war of 100 years and the various degrees of norsification on the English Isles. 
• 21:24 Also, saw Pride and Prejudice with Matthew Macfadyen as Darcy. Just a bit in love. Not a lot. Knowing the story was a woman's work helps. 
• 22:42 gah, slaving on a very short essay. why is this so painful? Oh, right. I want to say a million things and I can only say two. Urgh. 

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Erhem

In case anyone was wondering, I'm still alive - and I am rather engrossed in my new job - that is, to be a full time student in Bilingual Studies.  

Because I am horrible at posting, I'm going to try something new. 

That is, I'm starting to use Twitter. Updates will be posted here as well.

Apologies for such long silences. 

No longer a Hobo

So.

I'm home. I mean, really, really home.  I mean, home, for good.

So. 

If you are my friend in RL and you still have a set of fingers, use them and call me up for coffee.  Because I am HOME, Baby !  (But yes, I know, I know, and I am getting on that phone, yes, I promise.)

I just went to college today for my "English written skillz admission test". 

I rocked, of course. Because I rock. 

It's a bit like being on the recovery track after a long illness - I go to the swimming pool every day.  I eat well. I try to be a good girl about my own life.  I have about 60lbs to lose, and I'm working on that.  I also know my brain is going to come back in shape.

I'm on the mend, and that's good, it's really, really good.

Also, one of my pictures made it to Schmap for the iPhone. How cool is that?

Check it out here.

The Beaver

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Thanks and may the winds of Fate blow your way !

297 tears

I've never quite cried over politics.

But I'll admit that I am crying in emotion right now - in relief. History has been made. American citizens, you are changing the face of your country, changing the face of the world.

I wanted it for America, my southern labor. I wanted it for the world.

For the past year, I've been consistently mistaken for a US citizen, in all the countries where I've been.

For the past year, I've had to tell people my opinion on what I see as foreign politics.

For the past year, I've met Africans, in Africa, rooting for Barak Obama.

All my life I've wanted equality.

Today, it happened. Martin Luther King would be proud. Nelson Mandela certainly is.

297 tears.

Of joy.


The Beaver

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A bunch of random things

On the eve of this election, I urge you to watch (if you can find it), a "Clean Escape", by Sam Egan, which was the first episode of "Masters of Science-Fiction".If you can't find your hands on it, read this very detailed and adequate recap - but warnings, because it is SPOILERIFIC.This being said - I'll be watching, and crossing my fingers. The US is making history, in the next 24 hours. So what else is new?

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I fail at work, these days. Come to think of it, I'm fail at a lot of things - including NaNo, it's not even funny. I'm not sure what's wrong with me in that respect. For work, I know - I'm suffering from Short Timer Disease. Even if I'm trying to motivate myself with the desire to not let down .... Mr. Burns. (current boss, here, yes, he really, really looks like Mr. Burns, except he's actually nice, and I actually like him. No, that doesn't make me Smithers. **shudder**)

ETA: My boss just made an impersonation of Monty Burns. I am flailing inwardly.

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But for NaNo, I'm not sure. I like my story - it's a fun adventure thingie, where I get to be very cruel to my people. I created a fun pair of characters, and I like them. So. Why can I not write? Damn it! I feel so lazy, at night, it's not even funny. I told my mum about NaNo, and Burns, and also ... how do I call this one? I'm going to call him Wallace, for the Wallace in Sin City. No. He should be Helmholtz Watson, from Brave New World. Because he's perfect. Though I guess I could recast Mr. Burns as Bernard Marx, in that case. Which makes me Lenina. It even works because BMarx has been sort of hitting on me, much to my despair. I'd much rather it be HWatson. Srsly. Anyway. HWatson said he'd be my reader, which is cool. I like him, and I trust him. Too bad this is a one-time assignment together.

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I saw Sin City again last night. It was awesome. I love Marv. I love to hear him say, "That is one damn fine coat you’re wearin’ ". I love Dwight McCarthy so much, too.

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I've been rediscovering Pink Floyd. High Hopes feels so appropriate - I'm not sure why, exactly, but it feels like a good song for a place like Rwanda, were innocence has been so direly tested over the past 40 years.



Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun
Along the long road and on down the causeway
Do they still meet there by the cut
There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world

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Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many times

The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river

Forever and ever

That's it. Tata. Sorry for being so random.

Oh me. I'm late again.

Well, I'm still in Rwanda. I just spent the last two weeks out on the field, and well, I didn't quite feel like writing about that. So instead, I joined NaNoWriMo. I'm writing a novel in my free time. I have a month to write 50,000 words.

Here is the synopsis of my first novel to come, Dead Ends.

Vivien Saint-Amour, a shy, insecure and socially inept Anthropology PhD postulate from Montreal, arrives at an unknown Latin-American airport for a few weeks of vacation.

Her easily planned vacation soon turns to a nightmare as the first attempt of her life at an act of courage propels her into a world she never knew existed.

Torn between her own fears and her survival instincts, she will find out who to trust, and who to fear, and will discover that heroism takes the most unexpected form.

So, if you see that this blog is sleepy, have a look at the counter, on the side. The soaring word count will tell you that yes, I'm still alive.

I'm just busy writing a book.

The Beaver

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Yeah, I live

Apologies for being a horrible friend who doesn't keep in touch. Seriously.

Wow. I haven't updated here in about a couple million years. I think I need to write something, just to prove that I'm still able to. Seriously. I just haven't been keeping up with Facebook, or my own blog for a bit. Call it a thinking hiatus.

I realize that I didn’t write anything since my European trip - mostly, I got absorbed in the offline world and in Madrid - in Paris - in Luxembourg - in England. It was fantastic, and I moved on just in time to go to Aceh for my next assignment.

Aceh was alright - there were some pleasant moments with my team - I did manage to blog some then, thankfully so.

And then there was the summer leave during which I went to a family bash in France and got in trouble in England for being a bad packer. (Not a backpacker, though it could have been that too.) People, that swiss knife? Just leave it at home.

Then there was Haiti, again, otherwise known as Hell. I spent weeks and weeks locked up at work or in my room, waiting for it to be over - and still sort of traumatized by my English experience. I didn't update - I honestly had little to say or to tell. It was just a waiting time. Jachere. It was a good thing I had a long leave of absence planned after that.

So I had a long vaca - it wasn't lost, though. I made some decisions - mostly about ending my current gig, and going on to uni. I need to be in the world of Academia again. When I see those dorky professors and musty classrooms, I get all emo. So. Instead of going on like an idiot about how I need to change my life, I did.

I quit. I'm going back to school in January. One last gig, and I'm done with this slave trader of a boss. I admit, I'm going to miss my friends at work, though it's only a matter of time before they move on too - it always is in this business.

It's a big deal - it's my second degree, I know. I just need to be intellectually stimulated again. I want to think of Edgar Allan Poe's translations of Baudelaire. I want to reflect on the contruction of Finwean linguistics. I want to take time to write essays about how Jane Austen was repressed and how she is just like Madame de Cleves.

I'm going to be a lit professor.

Fuck joining the corporate world. It was never a life for me. It doesn't work for me, it never did.

And I also say, blah to trying to change the world. It's impossible - even the best intentions get twarped by politics. It's time to face the fact : I want to do things I feel like doing - not things that I have to do because I should fit in a mold.

I don't want a white picket fence.

I don't want 2.5 kids.

I don't want to give up my freedom just because it's a condition of being like everyone else.

I don't want to be like everyone. I want to be me.

In the meantime, I’m in Rwanda for another month and a half. I’ll live.

The Beaver

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AWOL

Leaving Indonesia, like NOW - I'm at the airport. Will be swallowed by my personal life and my family for the next three weeks, so more silence, I am so sorry.

I love y'all very much, even the lurkers. Yes yes yes.

The Beaver
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Thanks and may the winds of Fate blow your way !

So. I suck.

I’d be hard pressed to give a reasonable explanation for this long silence. I like blogging. Only thing is, I’ve once again become disengaged, as it’s happened to me regularly over these past few months.

I suppose I should own the fact that I am becoming blasee. The wonders of the world no longer phase me. I turn my mind to other things – to my inner universe and the stories I want to write, the imaginary people screaming to be born of my mind.

Yet, my pen is sterile and it is a blissful torture to be so inhabited by unborn phantoms.

Perhaps it would be kind of me to describe the setting in which this rant is born. It is on a boat, a small ferry that reeks of lake water and market smells, a place so full of the chatter of old Indonesian ladies, it is a wonder I can write at all. There are six bullays on this ship: yours truly, Spade, Vee, a man with too much belly and very bad skin, another with stunning blue eyes, and a girl who has backpacker stamped on her forehead.

The ship leaves, to the sound, very alien, for this setting, of La Lambada. It takes me a moment to recognize it. Destination: Samosir, on Lake Toba, North Sumatera. It is my second tourist outing in Indonesia, an they are only a week apart.

I was last weekend in Sabang, on the island of Palau Weh, off the coast of Aceh. A much needed breath of fresh air, with highlights including roast beef and snorkeling. I didn’t find Nemo, but maybe I wasn’t looking hard enough. I suppose getting sunstroke might also be a partial explanation as to why my efforts were hampered.

Also, hammocks rock. If I ever stop being a gypsy, I want one in my home. Another highlight: waiting for the night to crash on me as I belt out Yeats, Edith Piaf and Streisand to myself.

I guess I’m not so unphazed, after all. Just lazy. Aaaargh. Must be productive. Must must must.

Oh, a hammock.

ZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.


The Beaver
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Catching up...

May 18th:
1) I found a new thai place that is absolutely yummy AND sells booze AND is in walking distance of my place. And they have salsa night on wednesdays. My life is good.
2) I'm temporary relieved of being a troglodyte due to the necessities of business travels. My access to a place with a window is only for a week, though, unfortunately.
3) I have been reinstated in my earthly possessions, which is good. Wearing the same shirt gets old after a while.
4) Had a sushi dinner with my Snape-Dragonish boss and looks like we're cool. If I deliver on Monday, that is. *Looks at the time* Oh, shit, I should really get to work.

June 3rd:

1) Out of the fishbowl again as of just now. Happy as well - and off to the roads of Germany soon - so yeehaw. We shall post a hiatus notice when the time comes - but it won't be long, we promise.

2) Snape-Dragon has been much more pleasant - and much more worthy of being called Spade recently, though he still hasn't taken up to smoking. The big news is that he's quitting - and we are stunned to realize that we will, indeed, miss the moody and hardboiled boss.

3) We have gone searching for Nemo and found the clown fish. Actually, Spade did - Beav' only found Dorie - and got sunstroke in the process. That's all good now - but still. We are happy. We are no longer the color of a washed off sink.

4) Still late on deadlines though - the Beaver officially sucks at giving papers on time. Time for a new horizon, it seems.

The Beaver

My guest map is wonderful ! And you'd all be wonderful to post, all of you lurk mode readers!
Thanks and may the winds of Fate blow your way !