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quislibetI have a cold, unfortunately. Had I looked at my watch yesterday afternoon when, sitting at a cafe in Somerville and reading Ps.-Seneca's Octavia, it came upon me, I could tell you exactly what moment the cold symptoms suddenly blossomed, but I can only estimate that it was between 3:30 and 4 PM, EST (adjusted for Daylight Savings Time). Since I can't take Sudafed, colds are particularly vexing.
I was going to include a line from the Octavia worthy of note, but I can't remember the exact meter or whether it was o lux semper mihi infesta or o lux mihi semper infesta or some other arrangement, but the basic gist of it is "oh, light, always hostile/fatal to me," which I thought should appear on a list of useful phrases for Latin-speaking vampires. Strangely, there doesn't seem to be a text of the tragedy online anywhere.
Incidentally, speaking of light, I recommend next time you're in the Boston Museum of Fine Arts you should go to the Modern Art section, where there are currently lots of flashing lights that can be seen from one of the entrances. Ignore the garish things and go see the silhouette sculptures by the same artists (soda cans + air gun holes + light = New York skyline; meticulously arranged pile of junk + light = two people sitting on a bench). Good stuff.
In other news, according to that "Best Friend" meme that counts up shared interests, my best friend is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
exquiscadavre, who is, in any event, the person on my friends list I have known the longest (since the final months of the Reagan administration), although, sadly, we are not now much in contact outside this medium, but that's true of most of you anyway, and will only get truer when I move this fall, hélas.
The list of shared interests, though, is rather prosaic, possibly describing a good third of all existing livejournallers: "baking, classical mythology, dead can dance, goth, greek mythology, larp, neal stephenson, nine inch nails, sca, terry pratchett, vampire: the masquerade, wine."
Finally, there seems to be some sort of short-skirt convention on campus today, to judge from the parades of people filing by my office window. But alas, these are, I think, prospective students, and so I am not able to derive any voyeuristic thrill from the spectacle, remembering that when I was of an age to be shopping for colleges (the same age, in fact, at which I metexquiscadavre at an SCA event, and quizzed her concerning the college we now share as alma mater), those same tiny skirts would have completely covered the same bodies they now adorn as a mere decorative accessory, perhaps having been pressed into service as some sort of stroller blanket.
I was going to include a line from the Octavia worthy of note, but I can't remember the exact meter or whether it was o lux semper mihi infesta or o lux mihi semper infesta or some other arrangement, but the basic gist of it is "oh, light, always hostile/fatal to me," which I thought should appear on a list of useful phrases for Latin-speaking vampires. Strangely, there doesn't seem to be a text of the tragedy online anywhere.
Incidentally, speaking of light, I recommend next time you're in the Boston Museum of Fine Arts you should go to the Modern Art section, where there are currently lots of flashing lights that can be seen from one of the entrances. Ignore the garish things and go see the silhouette sculptures by the same artists (soda cans + air gun holes + light = New York skyline; meticulously arranged pile of junk + light = two people sitting on a bench). Good stuff.
In other news, according to that "Best Friend" meme that counts up shared interests, my best friend is
exquiscadavre, who is, in any event, the person on my friends list I have known the longest (since the final months of the Reagan administration), although, sadly, we are not now much in contact outside this medium, but that's true of most of you anyway, and will only get truer when I move this fall, hélas.The list of shared interests, though, is rather prosaic, possibly describing a good third of all existing livejournallers: "baking, classical mythology, dead can dance, goth, greek mythology, larp, neal stephenson, nine inch nails, sca, terry pratchett, vampire: the masquerade, wine."
Finally, there seems to be some sort of short-skirt convention on campus today, to judge from the parades of people filing by my office window. But alas, these are, I think, prospective students, and so I am not able to derive any voyeuristic thrill from the spectacle, remembering that when I was of an age to be shopping for colleges (the same age, in fact, at which I met
exquiscadavre at an SCA event, and quizzed her concerning the college we now share as alma mater), those same tiny skirts would have completely covered the same bodies they now adorn as a mere decorative accessory, perhaps having been pressed into service as some sort of stroller blanket.
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Date: 2004-07-01 10:59 am (UTC)I love that convention!
(well, somebody had to say it....)