life in its jewel-boxes
Mar. 18th, 2007 06:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lotesseI'm getting back on to several things, starting a new term--and no more Mercury retrograde, this time!
*organizing for a major icon-making session as soon as the school labs open up and I have access to Photoshop again. Spent ages this afternoon getting images sorted, texty bits selected, ect. Spring is sprung, and I need to retire my winter set.
*working on three stories right now. One is the Voyage of the Dawn Treader AU, which I will hopefully post bits of this week. The other two are Shakespeare fic. It's great--I can submit such things for publication, talk to my profs about them, and still play in the ways that fandom has taught me. The most developed one is a Tempest retelling, wherein Miranda and the dark-skinned Caliban are in love, and Prospero can't decide if he's more freaked out by Miranda's sexuality or Caliban's race. But my Plato issues and my daddy issues have both demanded to be included, and education and storytelling and also witchcraft and motherlessness and the sea. And then I want to do a dreamy disconnected coda to Twelfth Night full of polymorphous perversity, because if any play cries out for such treatment, it's Night. They never leave Illyria, people. There's still in Greenworld, and anything can happen there.
*reading Paradise Lost. One of my teachers has been bitching the student body out for years now for not having read it before we tackle the Romantics, so she's sitting us down and reading it with us. I'm looking forward to it; I want to read the poem, and it will really help to have someone to make me when I start to feel like slacking off.
*I want to be better about my tarot, to read it at least one a week. I do better when I work tarot. It gives me both time to meditate and a forced awareness of what's going on both within and without me. I let myself off this last term, and I think it's maybe part of the reason why my brain got so scrambled.
On another note, watching first season Buffy this afternoon and "Pack"? So totally has Ash, Dr. Badass himself, as the computer geek who can't kill Buffy when the demon gets in the internet. Little baby Ash! No mullet yet, but oh my god the characters are so totally the same person hello.
Sam Winchester is the prettiest man in the world in "Roadkill". It's the hair; it was perfect. Yummy.
*organizing for a major icon-making session as soon as the school labs open up and I have access to Photoshop again. Spent ages this afternoon getting images sorted, texty bits selected, ect. Spring is sprung, and I need to retire my winter set.
*working on three stories right now. One is the Voyage of the Dawn Treader AU, which I will hopefully post bits of this week. The other two are Shakespeare fic. It's great--I can submit such things for publication, talk to my profs about them, and still play in the ways that fandom has taught me. The most developed one is a Tempest retelling, wherein Miranda and the dark-skinned Caliban are in love, and Prospero can't decide if he's more freaked out by Miranda's sexuality or Caliban's race. But my Plato issues and my daddy issues have both demanded to be included, and education and storytelling and also witchcraft and motherlessness and the sea. And then I want to do a dreamy disconnected coda to Twelfth Night full of polymorphous perversity, because if any play cries out for such treatment, it's Night. They never leave Illyria, people. There's still in Greenworld, and anything can happen there.
*reading Paradise Lost. One of my teachers has been bitching the student body out for years now for not having read it before we tackle the Romantics, so she's sitting us down and reading it with us. I'm looking forward to it; I want to read the poem, and it will really help to have someone to make me when I start to feel like slacking off.
*I want to be better about my tarot, to read it at least one a week. I do better when I work tarot. It gives me both time to meditate and a forced awareness of what's going on both within and without me. I let myself off this last term, and I think it's maybe part of the reason why my brain got so scrambled.
On another note, watching first season Buffy this afternoon and "Pack"? So totally has Ash, Dr. Badass himself, as the computer geek who can't kill Buffy when the demon gets in the internet. Little baby Ash! No mullet yet, but oh my god the characters are so totally the same person hello.
Sam Winchester is the prettiest man in the world in "Roadkill". It's the hair; it was perfect. Yummy.