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Went exploring today with Sam, thinking we were going to a lovely arboretum in Apex. Turns out the arboretum hadn’t actually been built yet, so we explored around the brush and old buildings that were there instead. I love the feeling of exploring a new place, when you have no idea what you’re going to find next. As it happened, we didn’t find anything terribly exciting today, but just the anticipation made it a blast.

My friend Sarah has a new blog, the Culinary Quixotic. This is relevant to your interests.

Dear Photograph.
Gravity, kindly shared by Ian.
The 30 Harshest Author-on-Author Insults in History. Pretty amusing…
Quite the late fee, there.
How to Become an Author in 5 Incredibly Difficult Steps.

Abandoned Six Flags in New Orleans.
What happens on the internet every 60 seconds.
The elderly can be mighty fearsome.
4 Reasons Why Trying Parkour Can Ruin Your Self-Esteem. I believe it.
Place your bets.

Desktopography, how have I been unaware of your existence all this time?

Judy Garland and Ray Bolger.
“Good Morning Moon” by the fabulous Marian Call, a song written to wake up the astronauts on the space station.
The All Ways cover Adele’s “Rolling in the Deep,” and it does not suck.
The First World Problems Rap.
You’re going to hate me for this, and you will not succeed in getting the song out of your head. *twirls mustache evilly*

In a tragic accident, I left The Decameron at work over the weekend, so I couldn’t finish it as I had planned. I’m 150 pages from finishing it, and it reminds me more and more of The Canterbury Tales, not because of the obvious similarities in structure and premise but because good grief, these stories are raunchy. I was 12 when I read Canterbury and was utterly scandalized by several of the stories. Twelve-year-old Stephanie wouldn’t even have known what to do with The Decameron, where every other story includes adultery in some form. Those medieval Italians…tsk tsk. I kind of feel like I have to finish it now, after spending so much time on it. :/

I had a tiny chip in my windshield, which my parents warned me would crack and cause all kinds of mayhem, so I called AAA out to patch it. The glass dude was quite the character, a hard-core Bostonian with an accent that could probably cut glass all on its own.

“Girl, you’re killin’ me, you can hardly even SEE that chip! You brought me all the way out here for this? You better have a couple of cold ones for me.”

And after seeing my braids: “Girl, that is some hair. Boy, am I going to have something to talk about on Thirsty Thursday. I’ll make it a really good story, too: ‘Yeah man, she was in a bikini and she had hair down to her knees!'”

…Well, I got the chip fixed.

My shockingly talented friend Elizabeth (Kiki) entered her notebook in The Sketchbook Project, and you should check it out.

I know what I’m doing at the pool this summer.
Bedtime paradox.
So evidently it’s now a thing to put text from A Softer World with pictures from various tv shows, because I’ve been running into them everywhere. Now Doctor Who is getting in on the game.
Steampunk smartphone.

This kind of sounds like a scifi recipe for disaster, but see-through planes?? HECK YES.
We expected nothing less, Sean Bean.
Bark! Bark! Bar–oh, I didn’t see you there. Uh, meow.
Inside the ghost ships.

“Winter Winds” by Mumford and Sons.
Stream the new Bon Iver album.
Supakitch and Koralie art. Perfectly incredible.

I just finished Veiled Rose by my friend Anne Elisabeth Stengl,
the second novel in her Tales from Goldstone Wood series. You should definitely check it out if you’re into YA fantasy!

Now I’m working on The Decameron by Giovanni Boccaccio. I have an ancient, musty, humongous copy that I picked up for 10 cents somewhere and which has an inscription dated 1937 inside the cover. It’s…interesting. I was reading it at work, and someone smiled and said knowingly, “Ahh, you like to read the Good Book on your lunch?” I informed them that it was very definitely NOT the Bible, but rather was a medieval Italian work from 1350 in which Florence is succumbing to an epidemic of the Black Plague. People don’t ask me what I’m reading at work anymore.

If anyone finds out what happened to May, let me know. I seem to have lost it. People say time seems to pass more quickly the older you are; at the rate I’m going, by the time I’m 60 years old I’ll blink and miss a whole decade.

My brother is the coolest young entrepreneurial upstart poised to take over the world out there, and don’t you forget it. Also, please hire him.

I’m half-heartedly toying with the idea of switching to WordPress or Blogspot or something. One by one, my friends are deserting LJ for more “grown-up” blogging sites, and not without good reason. My Russian spammer friends are really getting on my nerves: I get more spam comments than legitimate comments. Granted, I don’t get that many legitimate comments so that’s not really saying much, but it’s the principle of the thing. I’ll still always keep this journal, though, if only to keep up with the fan communities. Seriously, they work via psychic link; if some obscure bit of fandom isn’t on the comms, it’s not on the internet.

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You seem to have stumbled upon a storytelling of ravens. Watch for falling collective nouns; you may find a wing of dragons or a charm of hummingbirds caught in your hair. Hardhats are recommended.

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