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July 30, 2003

I want to be a TV links announcer dude

I love Granada Plus not only for the supreme cheese of its programmes, but also for the fantastic links their announcer dude does. I think I blogged a while back about the Murder She Wrote '...another murder is committed, and still Jessica Fletcher walks free' link. Another classic today, after Sherlock Holmes, which today was 'The Final Problem' (you know, the one where Holmes apparently falls into the Reichenbach falls). Announcer dude comes on in the end titles saying 'And tomorrow is 'The Casebook of Sherlock Holmes.' Obviously somewhat giving away the fact that he survived the fall...' And the one after Murder She Wrote was quite good too - 'Jessica Fletcher never seems to have a shortage of relatives to be accused of murder, as tomorrow's episode proves yet again...'

He's remarkably snitty on occasion ^_^

Yeah, so I've been watching crap again. So sue me.

Well, I've more or less sorted out how I'm getting to Worcester, though it involves changing train twice and takes four hours >_< There are occasions when being able to drive would be nice. Not that it would help much in this situation, since my sister's going to need the car during the week, but still, on principle...

Think I scared myself out of a year's growth last night. I was watching a crappy horror film in the small hours of the morning (Halloween 4, if you're interested. It was amazingly crappy ^____^). That finished about 4am, so I went through the house turning the lights off. Just finished turning everything off, and went up the stairs, when the burglar alarm starts going off. Picture me, somewhat jittery after horror movie and no sleep, in the dark, when the alarms go off. Jumped about a foot into the air and nearly started hyperventilating >_< Took about five years off my life, I swear...

July 29, 2003

*running around in small choral circles*

Well, I guess it's nice to live a varied and unexpected life. Except - except - I like my unexpected events to be nice and planned out. This isn't planned out. This is sudden, irritating and vaguely worrying.

See, back in about January I was at a Gaudy dinner with choir, getting pleasantly drunk, and Nick, one of our basses, a classicist, a damn good conductor, and a gentleman too (^_^), asked me whether I'd be interested in joining a chamber choir he was thinking of forming. He didn't want me to join that term because of my mods and he didn't want me to be pushed for revision time, but wanted to know if I'd be interested after that. It'd be a small and friendly group largely composed of his friends, and they'd be doing concerts and maybe a mini-tour to Winchester over the summer some time. And naturally, I agreed. Why not, it sounded like fun.

So mods' term came and went, and Nick got back to me and said choir wouldn't be running the term after because of his finals (understandably), but he'd be trying to get it up and running again next year. So I didn't think much about it. Until I got an email in my inbox this evening saying 'okay, so the Winchester tour starts on Monday and lasts for a week - bring a tent and look at some of the music!'

......

So, I pretty much haven't heard anything about this in six months or so, and now I have to drop everything and go off singing. Which wouldn't be too bad in itself. But this would have been the last week I had off before I had to start doing payed work. I was hoping to spend some time in London, maybe see nee-sama for a couple of days, get ahead on my university work, generally enjoy the last few days of my proper holiday time. Instead of which, I've got to go and sing and be organised for a week. Yeah, it should be fun, and it'll be nice to see the singing crowd again, but I could have done without it this week throwing off my plans. *Particularly* as this is the week my parents are off on holiday, when it was meant to be me and my little sister at home by ourselves. And I feel like a complete heel, because I'm going to be abandoning her to an empty house for a week. She'll cope fine, but I still feel lousy. She's working at the moment, and the last thing you usually want to do after getting home from a 9-5 office job is sorting out your own food, particularly if you're 18. I was meant to be getting her meals ready and making sure she didn't go crazy, and now I have to bugger off elsewhere for a week.

Basically, I feel crappy >_<

Which is annoying, because the tour ought to have been great fun - choir friends on an unchaperoned week means muchly drunken antics, especially when we're all sleeping in tents in the garden of one of our members. It should have been great, and bad planning is conspiring to spoil it for me. This sucks.

Plus I really resent the loss of my free time. Meh. *sniffles* And don't ask if I can get out of it. I probably could, but it'd be really rude after agreeing to it before, and it'd probably cause them problems about part balance and things. I just can't help wishing that'd it'd fallen through or something....

July 27, 2003

Clocking in....

Just a checking-in blog here, really. Yesterday I jetted (well, bused, but never mind) off up to Oxford, rehearsed, and sang for a blessing ceremony for our Home Bursar. It went pretty well, we got many compliments, and more to the point I got free champagne, dinner, and £50 pay. Ohhhh yeah, not bad for half an hour's work. Of course, I didn't get to actually *stay* for most of dinner, having to leave after the starter and a mere two glasses of wine to catch the last bus home >_< I do sometimes resent public transport. My parents were up in Sheffield visiting my older sister, so public transport it was. Never mind, it all went off without a hitch, so I can't really complain.

And the one other thing I need to do this entry is to tell people who Vivi is. I've had two separate people accost me on messenger this evening to ask who the hell my ID picture is, so this is a good a place as any other to explain. Vivi is a character from Final Fantasy 9. He is short and cute and shy and falls over a lot and appears to be composed mainly of hat. He also has *quality* angst, something which always endears a character to me. He has existential 'what if I'm not human?' angst, since he was adopted when he was little and bears an uncanny resemblance to the near-automated Black Mages, who have suddenly started ravaging the country. (I refuse to write a more in depth character analysis until I've actually finished the game, I feel it's cheating otherwise...)

I maintain he also has great slash potential with Zidane, the main character of the game, which I would follow up on if he was only a little older >_< (Even the resident shounen fan saw their slash potential, so it must be practically canon ^_^) Still, fics can cure all ills, and if he maintains my attention long enough (he's under some pretty stiff competition from Kuja, the camp as hell bishie villain of the game) he may even get a shortfic or so out of me.

July 25, 2003

No news is....really dull in blogs

So, today I finished my Pindar and knitted (what? what? So I like to knit! It's *good* knitting too, it's got patterns of holes in it that are actually meant to be there, like in junior school knee-length white socks. Only they're not socks, obviously. Though I can knit socks if I want to. You have to use three needles and everything. It's very impressive. What was I talking about again?). Also watched Sentinel and an old ep of Getbackers with my sister. The Saionji rant is postponed until I get enough ideas to write it ^_^

Tomorrow I have a wedding to sing for in Oxford, so it's back to the dreaming spires for a day. I have an hour to kill in the morning, so I sense I may be able to quench my craving for coffee shops and comic books. Eeeexcellent. But ugggh, the boredom of travel again. Buses are a wonderful invention, but they do get dull round about Bicester. Never mind, I shall take my mp3 player and my new album and plan fanfics in my head, that should make the time pass quickly enough.

Latest plan is to work on the Good Omens fic for a while, though the GW AU also demands my attention. I really don't want the GO fic to die though, it's got some writing in it that I actually rather like. Admittedly the NG/TP pastiche thing gets kinda lost after the first chapter, but then NG and TP aren't generally known for their angst or their slash ^_^ (though Neil Gaiman does a good impression of it sometimes...). Plus I really want to cross over a couple of characters from Angel Sanctuary, just for the random value ^____^

July 24, 2003

Allen essay

Watching Spooks DVD while ignoring remaining 30 lines of Pindar to do today. Mmm, denial.

So, today, for want of any better topic, I'm going to blog about Allen Schezar. Or, as I think I subtitled it a while back, Beautiful Fucked Up Men And Why I Love Them. It's also a blog about Allen Schezar slash fics, and why I think they're at all plausible. Because, let's face it, he does tend towards being Mr Rampant Heterosexuality in the series. Let's set aside the costume (camp as a row of pink tents, as I think you'll agree, between the skirt thing and the froofy sleeves but hardly his fault - blame King Aston for attempting to emasculate the Knights Caeli when he designed their uniform) and the hair (long hair doesn't *necessarily* mean anything, now does it?). Allen's main function in a lot of the series is to flirt more or less seriously with most of the female cast members, get swooned over a lot by the female cast members, and provoke the male cast members to fits of jealousy. (Yes, I know he has plot functions as warrior and as Leon's son, but the shoujo-er portions of the series mainly use him as a walking Y chromosone, admit it). We know for sure he's slept with at least one female (otherwise Cid is something of a mystery), he gets engaged to Hitomi, and there are some odd vibes with both Millerna and Eries at various points. There's no denying that Allen willingly plays up to his playboy reputation, from that scene when he kisses Hitomi in front of Dilandau onwards.

However, I never, ever want to see Allen in a relationship with any of the females on the show. And that's not just the yaoi fangirl in me talking. Allen's attitude towards females of the species is *distinctly* distasteful. He can't interact with them emotionally on any normal level, or so it seems to me. It's that scene where he says that he ought to keep Hitomi locked up in a cage that's really unnerving. He doesn't see anything wrong in treating girls like china, keeping them wrapped up and hidden from the world so he can look after them like the big brave knight he is. And though Gaia is an old-fashioned world, it's moving out of an era where that's normal. Just look at Millerna - she's a princess, yet she shrugs off her father's authority and trains to be a doctor. She may be unusual, but not *that* unusual.

As becomes very obvious, Allen's attitude towards women has been fundamentally, and almost permanently, skewed by his past. His father disappearing made him feel that he had to be the protector and provider of the household; his sister's disappearance, and then his mother's death, made him feel just how helpless he was to either protect or provide. Allen's chivalry stems primarily from the need to repair the mistakes he feels he made in his past: to protect the girls he thinks of as being like his lost sister. But his guilt makes him push this too far, so 'protecting' becomes 'locking them away so they can't be hurt'. He tries it with Hitomi, and so she grows disenchanted with him. He'd try it with Millerna, in all probability, and she'd probably think it was sweet and chivalrous for a while - until he made her give up her medical work and become a docile gentlewoman. Millerna would in all probability grow disenchanted with him in just the same way Hitomi did.

The only thing that will probably be able to help him is to try to mend the root of the problem, and perhaps being able to look after Selena again will do that. Because he'll be able to coddle and protect her as much as he likes - *for a while*. But let's not forget, Selena's spent the last ten years as a member of an elite military group. She's able to pilot a mecha almost as well as Allen, her sword-fighting is not to be sneezed at, and I really can't see her taking too well to being coddled and forced into being a nice little lady. She'll demand to wear trousers and go horse-riding and to fence with Gaddes, and as she gets more freedom (because I don't think Allen will be able to deny her it), Allen will perhaps grow a little more to see women as strong, independent creatures, rather than little girls who need looking after.

This may sound like I'm being unduly critical of Allen. I hope I'm not. I love Allen, largely *because* of his flaws. He appears at first as the dashing knight, and that image is all very attractive, but it's the later cracks that appear in his facade that make him an interesting and human character.

Which brings me to Allen yaoi fics. Yes, he's Mr Hetero in the series, but as I've shown above, I really don't want him in a relationship with any of the girls in the show (not least because Hitomi and Van are far too obvious a couple to break up, and Dryden is so in love with Millerna he damn well ought to get her.) The only *possible* exception to this is with Eries, because she's strong and intelligent enough already to win his respect. But then I've never been a big fan of Eries in the series, and I don't see them as being an especially interesting couple. So, if one knocks out the girls of the series, one moves into the world of yaoi. Allen interacts interestingly and easily with the men in the series - he has a nice equal-opposite/warrior respect relationship with Van, a very sweet mutual reliance relationship with Gaddes, and a great fun hate-hate relationship with Dryden. In a slash relationship, Allen would get to interact on levels other than his irritating must-protect-at-all-costs complex, and he gets to relax and be himself more around the men of the series than when in his chivalric persona around the girls. Because there's far more to Allen than chivalry. Just think about the embittered ruthless bandit version we got to see in that short flashback, or the relaxed version teasing his men in the third or fourth episode. When he doesn't have to act the Knight, he's really a lot more interesting (well, in my opinion anyway).

The most common pairing is *probably* with Gaddes, for obvious reasons. I think most people reading this have probably read Deesse (Sarah-neko)'s epic 'In Disgrace With Fortune', which is one of the cutest, fluffiest, sweetest fics I've ever read, and I adore it, which is Allen/Gaddes-tastic. A fair few of the Allen yaoi doujinshi feature Allen/Gaddes. Their mutually beneficial, relaxed and close relationship can easily be translated into yaoi. Still, Allen/Van runs it a close second, though in this case I'm less sure why. I don't read Allen/Van - I get the feeling it mainly came about because people wanted to pair off the two main male characters, and I'd like to hope I had higher standards in my slash. True, their love-hate relationship, their constant sparring but easy cooperation has some interesting possibilities for slash, but I can't get round the strength of the Van/Hitomi relationship that easily.

The Esca slash pairing I'd like to read more of (having only been able to find one fic featuring the pairing, and that was only a short-fic written for a bet), is, somewhat oddly, Dryden/Allen. No, don't look at me like that. I swear it's not just to get my two favourite male characters into bed (that would be Dryden/Folken every time ^_^), or two aesthetically pleasing characters (Van is probably considered rather prettier than Dryden, though I always liked Dryden's scruffy green-eyed charm better). And yes, I know *perfectly* well that Dryden is very in love with Millerna, and I'm quite prepared to concede that that's not going to change any time soon. However, I think Dryden would be on the...easygoing side with regard to relationships of convenience, and he doesn't equate a relationship with eternal devotion - just remember how he was willing to marry Millerna five minutes after meeting her on the grounds of an ancient agreement, a good business proposition and her good looks. I don't think he'd object too strenuously.

And I think that their alpha-male sparring could lead to some wonderful fic fodder. I love the way Allen and Dryden interact - Dryden annoyed and amused by Allen's prissiness, Allen getting prissier and prissier because Dryden's irritating him, and Dryden irritating him on purposes just to get the reaction. And once one gets behind all that sparring, they've both got intelligent and interesting characters which are just begging to be let out to play. I've always seen Allen as someone who reads on the quiet, keen on 'improving his mind' (and he'd put it in just those words too) - let him and Dryden bond over Dryden's extensive library or something. One could AU them to get Millerna out of the way, or post-series them so you can have them both trying to rebuild their lives, Dryden as merchant and Allen as brother, while Millerna tries to rebuild her country and decide between the men in her life. Even if one doesn't slash them at all, a fic focusing on these two characters would be great fun. If I ever write an Esca fic, three guess who it'll be about....

Gosh, that turned into something of a marathon, didn't it? The next in this series will probably be Saionji, just to thumb my nose at Katy who doesn't like my moss-haired darling. *pets Saionji* Take no notice, my dear, she knows nothing....

Fic update...

A little fic update over at avernus - a new GW fic, for your delectation...

July 23, 2003

Holiday blogs suck...

So, today I finished Hippolytus, played some more FF9, booked a holiday to Rome, and bought season 1 of [ spooks ] on DVD and a new Tori Amos album. Aaaand...that's your lot.

Oh, and I did some skipping too. I can still skip ^_^ Even cross-skipping and double-bounce skipping and other fun things. That was reassuring.

Blogging in holidays sucks really, doesn't it? Never get anything useful to report.

The Tori Amos album is 'Little Earthquakes', which I bought primarily because it's got two tracks on it I already knew I liked. I need a few more listenings to form a judgement on it - she's definitely one of those artists you get more out of over a period of time. When I first listened to Under the Pink right the way through, there were a few tracks I wasn't really struck by, but they've grown on me to an unnerving extent - Icicle and Yes, Anastasia being prime examples. This album doesn't seem at first listening to be *quite* as good as Under the Pink, though it's pretty damn good all the same. Some really beautiful tracks, plus the obligatory random comedy-ish weird one (in this case Happy Phantom, which talks about all the cool things she could do if she was a ghost...). I prefer the remix version of Crucify to the album version, I think, but tracks like Winter and China are stunning little surprises.

In case you haven't realised, Tori Amos is my current Musical Thing - the bit of relatively popular music I listen to in addition to my little sister's random selection of 'whiny guitar bands' which I rather love ^_^ Her current listening is Vega4 and Leaves and Doves and a few others, all of which I can put up with quite happily, and Taiwan/Hong Kong cheese, which is pushing it a little, no matter *how* gay their stage shows are. I've been subjecting her to Getbackers recently, which has been fun. I think she may also be a Dr Jackal fangirl, but she's not likely to admit as much to me, who squeaks every time he comes on screen.

July 22, 2003

heheheheheheh

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You are Angst!


Which Stereotypical CLAMP emotion are you?
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Swear to *God* I didn't fix that one.... *pets Subaru*


sememuraki
The Yaoi Selector: Which Seme are You?

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O_O
Didn't see that one coming. Thought I was going to get Tatsumi. How the *fuck* did that happen? *checks answers* ....okay, it *could* be the answer about 'pure psychotic logic and genius'. *Maybe*.

*coughs*

I ain't doing the 'which uke are you' quiz, because I'm pretty sure I wouldn't like the answer whatever I got. I like too many biseinen...

I hate old fanfic >_<

So, I just got some feedback for an old old old *old* fic series I wrote years ago, and which I got halfway through posting and then gave up on. It's kinda embarrassing and annoying at once. See, when people send me feedback about it it's usually to say 'hey, cool fic, when are you going to post some more of it or has it stalled forever?' Which means I have to get off my ass, beta read another chapter, and post the damn thing. I've got the whole thing written, so that's not an issue. It's just....

It's not that the thing is too bad, really, considering I started writing it when I was about 15/16. I've been rereading the chapters for beta-ing purposes, and the plots aren't too corny, the characterisation not *too* far off, it's got some nice dialogue, and my one and only original major character ever doesn't make me want to retch *too* much. It's just - I was crazy about that fandom about five years ago. I ate, slept and breathed it. I wrote reams of fic and was really into the online fandom. But now I've moved on to *completely* different things, and I no longer even watch the show, and haven't for several years. I have *way* other interests (for a start, it was the last time I actively supported a het relationship in a show, even if it was a *distinctly* weird het relationship), in totally different areas of fandom. My taste in fics and my style in writing have both changed a little. It doesn't actively pain me to read and post new chapters, but it does make me wince a little. It's just...not my thing any more. I want to move on, and this damn fic keeps dragging me back in.

So, I've decided - I'm going to post all the rest of it. All ten chapters of 30 pages each (this was a *monster* fic, a whole AU season of the show in essence - about 18 chapters of 30 pages apiece. Wowza. I don't write like *that* any more....). I'm going to beta it and post it and say goodbye to that chapter of my fan life.

And no, I'm not telling you what the title of the fic is, what the fandom is, or what penname I wrote under. You'll only go and read it out of spite.

To keep updated on my life outside fanfic - I read Hippolytus and watched bad TV. *shrugs* What, you want interest? Nee-sama, if you wouldn't mind getting back to me about those tickets you were going to book sometime, I'd be infinitely grateful ^_^

July 21, 2003


^______________^ From here.

July 20, 2003

Ivan keeps talking about structured blog entries. This somehow shames me...

So, the lack of blogging is, I think, a symptom of not-doing-university-work guilt. I've been intending to get started on the work for quite a while now, but it seems that every time I get rested enough to start it I have to go off and rehearse or go to Florence or something. I like to have a proper week off *anything* to let my brain recharge before I can face the prospect of Greek again. But today I have decided is the day. Goodbye, holidays. >_<

*glances nervously at copy of Hippolytus on desk* So...how do you read Greek again?

The work guilt is linked to the lack of blogging because blogging is the ultimate threshold of not-having-anything-else-to-do. If I've got time to blog, I've *definitely* got time to be doing other things. Other *constructive* things. Thus by steering clear of blogging I can convince my subconscious that I'm still busy, and therefore it shouldn't bitch at me any more. This cannot be allowed to go on for long.

In any case - last few days have been *blissfully* quiet. I went up to London to watch a rather odd men-behind-bars movie *pets Edward Furlong*, and spent a couple of lovely days with nee-sama, watching a selection of my crappy scifi (I am the queen of crappy scifi, you should see my Blakes 7 collection) and working my way slowly through her X-Men collection. I didn't realise just how crappy X-Men was ^_____^ It's great fun. Gambit is indeed a dear, I love Nightcrawler (people call him Fuzzy Elf, that's enough for me), Iceman and Angel I find surprisingly un-annoying considering their all-American personae, and I really really really want to read some Alpha Flight with Northstar in. *huggles the canonically gay mutant protectively*

Worryingly, reading X-Men has forced me into reading X-Men fanfics, which are officially the silliest, sappiest things in the world. They're so fluffy they could be used to stuff duvets. Tooth-meltingly sweet doesn't even begin to cover it. I feel faintly soiled just for reading them *but I can't seem to stop* >_< >_<

And I've been playing Final Fantasty 9. Why is there no Zidane/Vivi fanfic out there? Why? Even *Katy* can spot their slashiness! That makes it practically *canon*! *pouts* Just because Vivi's about three foot tall and largely consists of hat....

In other news, I finished two bits of fic that have been sitting around on my harddrive since forever, which was something of a weight off my mind. One of them had bits of the first GW fic I ever wrote encorporated in, it's *that* old. What is that - three and a half, four years old? Ouch. They're both sent off to Nee-sama (and Lizzu for reasons of GetBackersness) for beta-ing and comments, so should get posted some time in the not too distant future...

And just to keep up the random content of this blog...

Dryden
You've won Dryden! Take this and tell the world
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characters!
Go on another date, you little socialite, you.


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Wheeeeeee! *glomps on favourite Esca bishie* Mine mine mine mine!
(And doesn't he look spiffy in that piece of fanart? ^_______________^)

And for a final present - does anyone else thing the artwork for the Delirium story in Endless Nights is quite stunningly beautiful?

July 18, 2003

Caught up!

Blogged for Florence at last ^_^ Sorry about the delay - think you're going to have to have a quick scout through my archives to find the entries....

July 17, 2003

Doom doom doom doom doom doom

I am 76% Evil

With a style rating of 77%

There is evil here with sufficient style to look cool

Test created by Jamie - take it here.

Hn. Think that means 'could do better'?

July 15, 2003

Suspenders

The fact that Americans call braces suspenders never ceases to amuse me. The sentence 'Mal took down his suspenders' in the context of a slash-fic adds an extra dimension of Rocky Horror campery that is always welcome in Firefly fics ^__^

(Yes, I *am* going to blog about Florence soon. Just...not yet. Going to fic instead. *nods firmly*)

(Or talk unproductively on Messenger. One of the two.)

July 14, 2003

Home again home again...

Home. Tired. Will blog sometime but not today. Talk to me?

Florence: Days Eight to Nine

If you're reading this with entry titles, then you may already have realised that something went *severely* wrong with our travel plans. We were meant to go home on Sunday the 13th. This, however, did not *quite* happen.

Things started out fine. We negotiated the bus to Florence station, and caught the train to Milan. Tuscany is beautiful to take a train through - it's still so green and wooded, studded with yellow and white houses which might as well be Roman. We got to Milan, we got the bus from the train station out to the airport without any hitch.

The hitch occurred when we had been waiting in the departures lounge for about 45 minutes longer than we were supposed to have been, and were eventually informed that our flight had been cancelled. Yep, not just delayed, actually cancelled. After a good deal of milling around and faffing and recovering of luggage, we were dispatched to a hotel for the night, with the promise that they would try to fix our plane the next morning, and failing that they'd get us on the next flight at 3.30 in the afternoon. The hotel was admittedly very nice - I believe it was 4 star, considerably better than choir could have afforded! But by this point a strange sort of dread had set in in my mind, a creeping fear that we would never be able to leave Italy, that it had got its claws into us, and we would eventually all have to give in and get jobs in English bars. We, okay, maybe not quite, but I was getting a little desperate. When you've really been looking forward to going home, this sort of thing is rather a blow.

They ferried us back into the airport at 8am the next day, but were unable to repair the plane. As a result we had to sit around in the airport, reading murder mysteries (the only thing that seemed to be on sale in English) and eating ludicrously expensive Pringles until 4 in the afternoon (the guaranteed afternoon flight was late too). I swear, I've never been so glad to get on an aeroplane as I was to get onto that one. *twitch*

Which is a shame, really, because it was a somewhat crappy ending to what was otherwise really a rather good tour. Florence was gorgeous and well worth another visit or several. I am forever spoiled for English tomatoes, which can't even compare with Italian ones. I miss home too much to be a really good travellor (I'm sorry, I just love being at home!), but at least I've discovered I'm not as bad at heat as I used to be. A general thumbs up ^_^

July 12, 2003

Florence: Day Seven

(Transcribed from notebook)
Today was our day for the Uffizi, which was *wonderful*. The Giottos were lovely, the Titians beautiful (I almost have Titian coloured hair, which has to be good), and I now understand why Dorian has such a thing for Bronzinos. And the Botticellis were, of course, peerless. Venus and Primavera were beautiful as ever, of course, but I was more struck by some of his religious works, something to my surprise. He paints the most lovely lively angels, boys with aubrun curls whispering and laughing with one another. Check out the two angels second and third from the right in this painting. The one on the left is whispering something rude about one of the people looking at the painting in the ear of his neighbour, and his neighbour is looking while trying to pretend that he's not. *smiles* Needless to say I bought more postcards than anyone could possibly need.

After the Uffizi I did a little food shopping for my parents, and on to our final concert (well, service) at Santa Croce. The church isn't as huge as the Duomo, which is mind-numbingly enormous, but it was still beautiful, with quantites of wall-to-ceiling frescoes. We sang reasonably, and then departed for iced coffee (with mind and chocolate syrup, try it sometime) and our final pizza dinner. It's been great, but I'm not going to be sorry to leave tomorrow.

July 11, 2003

Florence: Day Six

(Transcribed from notebook)
Today was our day free of concerts and rehearsals, so we took the opportunity of going to the Palazzo vecchio, the old residence of the Dukes of Florence, built in the sixteenth century. It had some of the most lovely fresoes I've ever seen, and there were a couple of rooms I'd *definitely* have borrowed for my palace - the Salon of Juno, a terrace with sumptuous painted ceilings, cool and shady and open on two sides to stunning views over the town, it a must for every self-respectings benevolent dictator. It was quite modest in size, as palaces go, and beautifully dim and cool. I think I could have quite fancied living there - much nicer than those nasty ostentatious palaces like Versailles. Cosimo de Medici had the right idea about living in Florence.

The Palazzo took up the morning and part of the afternoon, and after that it was back to the hostel to shower and relax. Showerinbg at least twice or three times a day is a necessity here. I hate cities in hot weather, especially when when I have to wear sun cream (factor 30 all the way - think I'm succeeding in coming home exactly the same colour as I went away). You just feel grimy all over all the time, like the sweat and dirt are working their way right into your soul. *fastidious shudder* We settled eventually on just getting a takeaway pizza from the pizzeria at the bottom of the hotel's drive and playing Uno most of the evening. Yes, we are capable of being as sad and boring as the next person ^_^

July 10, 2003

Florence: Day Five

(Transcribed from notebook)
Today was mostly spent just relaxing - these entries may make it seem that I've not been doing that much, but honest, I've been rushed off my feet. In these temperatures, it doesn't take much to make you want to just sit under a tree and pant in the shade. Today I needed to chill, both literally and metaphorically, due to the oodles of sight-seeing and the unrelenting heat. Did a little shopping, got some lunch and ice-cream, then on to rehearsal in the American Episcopalian church, which looked rather as though someone had transplanted a sizeable English parish church into the middle of Florence.

Don't think I've ever been so hot as I was in that concert - horribly hot and stuffy building, which all the doors and windows tight closed to swtop the traffic noise getting in. Mmm, nice.

July 09, 2003

Florence: Day Four

Megan (an ex-Classicist friend of mine) and I toddled off to the Academy this morning, and saw Many Cultural Things. Including, but not limited to, Michaelangelo's David, some rather lovely early Botticellis, and many *many* fourteenth century icons. Oy. Botticelli is still my man - it's getting to the point where I walk into a room of a gallery, go 'oooh, I like that painting' and then always find out it's a Botticelli. I'm such a fangirl. He just does the most beautiful, luminous paintings, particularly of people - his angels, in my opinion, are second to none.

After that we had a quick lunch and then dashed off to the next church for rehearsal and concert, this time in the local Anglican church. We did our full programme of repetoir this time, and I think it went really rather well. My solos in the Vaughan Williams mass actually sounded pretty reasonable - I got some real genuine compliments, whee! I think it's because I've been drinking so much water - I've never been so well hydrated. Means I can occasionally get my higher notes without them sounding all crackly.

On a slightly more irritating note, I think I'm being eaten alive by mosquitoes, the little bastards >_< Thank God for anti-histamines - means I can't feel them itching...

July 08, 2003

Florence: Day Three

(Transcribed from notebook)
Two of the more sedate members of the choir and I went up to Fiesole today - a very pretty town up on the hill overlooking Florence, just situated right to catch the breezes. There are some rather nice Roman remains there, so we went and wandered around the bath complex for a while, speculating idly on which room was the Caldarium, which the Frigidarium, where the elephant played the banjo, and so on.

The place was damn near deserted, which was good fun. One rather gets the impression that the Italians look on it in a somewhat baffled manner and go 'what? We've got Roman remains all over the place! We're tripping over the bloody things! What's so special about it?' Still, I had geeky classicist glee over it, so that was fun. There was a little Etruscan temple, and some other bits and bobs, and some fun Lombard stuff, so *that* was all good. I'd forgotten quite how different it is looking at remains in Italy than it is seeing them in England. There's so much less erosion and weathering over there because of the milder weather, everything stays looking newer for longer. You'd hardly have guessed how old the ruins were - they didn't look any older than those of most English monesteries.

After this came probably our most important service - in the Duomo, the fourth largest church in the world (or so it's said). It went all right, but not stunningly, largely owing to the obstreporous priests not letting us rehearse there at all, so we had no time to get used to the acoustic before the service itself. It had a 15 second echo >_<

Dinner was very good in terms of food, but I was struck by a sudden attack of homesickness, so went all grumpy and bad-tempered and didn't enjoy it very much. Sometimes don't you just wish you could give yourself a good mental kick?

July 07, 2003

Florence: Day Two

(Transcribed from notebook)
Today was a brief rehearsal this morning (concert tomorrow, hmmm...), followed by a free run around Florence for the rest of the day. It's a really beautiful city - so many of the old buildings are unchanged and still in use, looking a little bit foxed around the edges, but more 'lived-in' than 'weathered'. If you see what I mean. We mainly just wandered around, getting a feel for the place, drinking much water and eating much icecream (which is divine, by the way - the melon and lemon are both to die for). I was surprised how well I coped in the heat - I must have got better at it since I was last in the Mediterranean in summer.

The pizzeria we went to in the evening for dinner was very nice (genuine Italian pizzas are a whole difference species from the English kind...), but it took *forever*. The moral is, never try to take 24 people out for dinner without some serious warnings in advance to the kitchen staff. Most of the choir then proceeded to get drunk and very loud, which I found faintly embarrassing. Yeah, don't look at me like that, I know I'm capable of being as drunk, loud and embarrassing as the next person. But I wasn't drinking for the sake of my voice, and I could just feel a whole restaurant of Italian people getting increasingly more pissed off at us. Come to think of it, that's probably why the waiting staff took so damned long...

July 06, 2003

Florence: Day One

(...though the above title may be a little misleading, since I spent veeerrry little time actually *in* Florence on the first day.)

(Transcribed from notebook) I suppose I can pretty much ignore details of the flight? It was standard el cheapo fare from Birmingham to Milan Bergamo (at least, if you're British and flying with a British company it's Milan Bergamo. If you're Italian, as I discovered on the way back, it's called Al Serio or something similar. I think they're just trying to keep the tourists in the country for as long as possible - more on this later...). Milan Bergamo is a small and rather strange airport of the dingy brown paint 1970s kind. Don't ask me why we were flying to Milan when we were actually going to Florence. I'm sure it made sense somewhere. It meant we had to put up with a four hour coach journey, arriving at the hotel at about 1am (after scenic stops at service stations for horrible food and sick breaks for travel sick members of the party. Mmm, nummy.)

The hostel, however, is incredible. It's a converted 16th/17th century junior stately home, with pretty extensive grounds. The main foyer is all marble and statues and great high ceilings. The thickness of the walls means it never gets too hot during the day or night, which is a considerable blessing - I think it got up to around 33 degrees during the day...

In any case - arrived at Florence, accomodation nice, but it is now nearly 2am, and sleep is needed. More soon...

July 05, 2003

Countdown to heatstroke

Right, this is in all probability the last blog before I go away for a week, so savour the words of wisdom while you can folks. Mind you, I'm feeling all inadequate compared to the rest of the blog circle, what with her writing film reviews (albeit of crappy films) and him and Ivan writing book reviews (book? What's a book? I've been reading Biggles, does that count?), and her writing interesting things about interesting kendo tornaments. I could always blog about more shitty scifi since that seems to be my special subject - 'And Now the Screaming Starts' was on last night, possibly the most shite film ever created, and one I love more than is entirely healthy. It features Stephanie Beacham with impressively heaving bosoms, Peter Cushing slumming it, and, according to the tagline, 'The dead hand that crawls KILLS and LIVES!!!' Never trust anything with that many exclamation marks in the tagline. It was the film that more than any other summed up my sleepovers with my school friends, since it always seemed to be on at about 1am on the nights when we used to get together for girly things such as horror films and random violence ^_^ Aaaah, the nostalgia. Once you've seen that disembodied hand creeping across the floor like Thing under partial anaesthesia, you never forget it.

It's faintly humiliating being the person who blogs about 'And Now the Screaming Starts' when your friends are blogging about proper books ^_^;;;;

I guess I could chat for a little while about the decent books I have been reading recently - most of the collected works of Jorge Luis Borges, allegedly the best 20th century author never to have won the Nobel Prize for Literature. I first ran across him when prowling through Nee-sama's bookshelves, and was grabbed by his strange spare prose style and the downright weirdness of his amazingly thought-provoking ideas. The first story of his I read was 'A Private Miracle', which is about a man who was writing an unexceptional and somewhat cliched verse play, but gets arrested (in I think WWII) before he can finish it. He is sentenced to death, and fixates on the idea that if he can only get his play finished he'll have something to show for his life. He prays for just enough time to finish the play. It comes to the morning when he faces the firing squad, and just as the soldiers raise their guns, time freezes. He can't move, but he can still think, and he understands that he's been given a chance to finish his play. He works on it continually, polishing every line, getting rid of the more obvious stage devices, modifying his characters. And then, as he finishes it, perhaps a year in subjective time later, time snaps back into place, and he's shot. No one else knows about it, nothing untoward seems to have happened, and no one else will ever hear the masterpiece he's created, but he's redeemed his life in his own eyes.

It really caught my imagination somehow. Borges, as far as I know, wrote primarily in short story form, sometimes not more than a couple of pages long, but each of them is beautifully and perfectly polished, and most of them have as the centre piece one brilliant and glowing idea. There's one called 'The Library of Babel' which I think may be one of the best metaphors for the pursuit of knowledge that I've ever heard, about hunting for the book which is the formula of all the other books in an endless library, where every permutation of letters in every language ever exists in a book somewhere. The two collections of short stories I've been reading lately ('The Book of Sand and Shakespeare's Memory' and 'Brodie's Report') were written quite late in his career, and move back to a more violent and real-world setting in his native Argentina. They're not as much to my taste as the stories in 'Labyrinths', the first book of his I read, but there are still some beautiful pieces. I'm particularly enamoured of 'The Mirror and the Mask', a story about distilling poetry down to a single line. His stories have a strange sort of wonder about them for me, and force you to read and reread them to get the full meaning. Definitely one of my top five recommendations at the moment.

So, does that redeem my blog's literary content for a while? Assuming anyone's actually bothered to wade through my ramblings to get down this far. As a reward, I'll post the Tori Amos song I've been obsessing over lately. Nee-sama will probably hate it, as melodic piano lines aren't exactly her thing, but I think it's pretty lovely. It's got a beautiful wistful feel about it, and the lyrics have a sort of melancholy nostaligia to them. Don't quite like the random loud bit in the middle, but the rest of it's good stuff. 'Under the Pink' is a lovely album in general, very glad I bought it. I think there's only one track, maybe one and a half, which I don't absolutely adore. So, present for you before I go to Florence - Pretty Good Year.

So, going to Florence. Should be online tonight, and then I'll be back in a week or so. Expect sunburn and prickly heat and other fun things. Not that I'm negative at all. No, I'm sure it'll be really good fun, and it'll be amusing to gad about Italy with choir peeps for a while, though I'll miss everyone here. This is me, signing out...

July 02, 2003

Now and Again slash

Watching Now and Again on scifi. Why isn't there more Theo/Michael slash out there? Or at the very least more gen fic about them. They have the *best* character interaction, by far the best feature of the show. Now and Again annoys me, because it so easily could have been a really fun piece of scifi with some great characters and really snappy dialogue - both Michael and Theo have a wonderful way with sarcasm and spiky lines. But they will insist on cutting back to Michael's wife and daughter. And yes, I *know* the whole point of Michael's angst is that he's not allowed to see his family, to whom he is devoted, but frankly I find them dull. Whenever it cuts back to Heather and Lisa it turns into thinly disguised soap opera, and starts doing plotlines about Lisa's new job or Heather learning to drive. I don't *like* soap opera, I like scifi, that's why I'm watching a scifi show. Maybe they were trying to widen their fanbase by crossing some genre boundaries, but for the person who's a fan of scifi for the escapism value, it's damned irritating.

But back to the reason I watch the show at all - Theo and Michael. They are *so* damned fun. There's Theo's random singing of show tunes at the strangest possible moments ('I've got yoooou...under surveillance...I've got you just where I want you to be....'). There's Michael's sarcasm, which can pop up at any given moment, even the most innappropriate ones. There's the random strangeness of Theo's surveillance van have 'Toys R Fun' written on it in Toys R Us typeface. And, because I'm a fangirl, I plan 'spot the possible slashy interaction' rather too much. Today's highlight so far has been when Michael, with his hands wrapped in protective gloves, is on the way to a research facility with Theo to get something on his hands analysed.
MICHAEL: Do me a favour, Doc?
THEO: ....what?
MICHAEL: *appealing face* Scratch my nose?
THEO: ....
MICHAEL: Aw, come on Doc! I'd do the same for you!
Yeah, okay, in context and my head it was slashy. ^_^

Right, gotta go set up for Sentinel encoding. Might be online tonight, or might not, owing to the need to catch a 9am bus to Oxford tomorrow >_<

July 01, 2003

*mutters*

Why is no one else online as obsessively as I am? Or, more to the point, why are those people whom I wish to leech information from not online as obsessively as I am?

*kicks fic writing brain death* I should *so* be doing something more constructive than watching this braindead (though very amusing) Korean movie about four bishounen assassins. Yes, it is kinda WK-like, only more piss-take-y. I like ^_^ If you ever spot a movie on CNX called 'Guns and Talk' then watch it, it's muchly amusing.

Only news today is that I went shopping, and lo did it suck ass and depress me. Damn I hate shopping. Oh, and it was 33 degrees in Florence today, and isn't *that* nice boys and girls. Won't give me sunburn and heatrash and heatstroke and make me pass out at *all*.

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