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Last week was super-eventful to make up for the preceding week’s lack of excitement!  It was so eventful, in fact, that I did not blog at all, as you may not have noticed.

My story reading went—well, it went, that’s certain.  I was immensely glad when it was over, for a variety of reasons.  It will be a hilarious story one day when it stings a little less.  Still, my name is on the cover of a magazine in the Cary Barnes and Noble, among other places, and it will take more than a rather awkward public speaking experience to diminish that particular thrill, believe me.

Last week’s Monday was, as always, an excellent meeting for Latin lesson/Ovid discussion/coffee consumption.  On Wednesday I went to see a play at NC State, The Arabian Nights, based off of the collection of old tales.  I devoured those stories when I was little, though now I’m wondering if I was really so oblivious to the raunchy nature of several of them, or if the actors were just hamming it up.  Occasional off-color joke notwithstanding, there are some fabulous tales in there.

On Friday a couple friends and I participated in Improv Everywhere’s annual Mp3 Experiment in Raleigh.  The NC Science Museum was opening a new wing and hosting a street fair in honor of the event (and, apparently, of Earth Day), so we had a large audience of baffled non-participants in the experiment.  I have to say, if you ever have a chance to join in on one of these things…do it!  I had a BLAST.  We square danced, thumb-wrestled, froze in place, took a nap in the street, played human twister, and generally bewildered the heck out of anyone who saw us.  It’s amazing how engaging in silly behavior with a crowd of other people brightens your view of humanity.  Everyone had a big smile and was having so much good, clean fun.  I even hugged strangers.  (I know, right?)  After the event, Sarah, Alissa, and I took silly pictures with the vaguely famous statues in front of the Museum of History and wandered the streets of Raleigh, which made us feel like college kids again.

This week was less spectacularly exciting, but still quite nice.  Latin was at Sunni Skies, and I think the ablative absolute is immensely improved by rootbeer ice cream.  On Sunday I intend to go strawberry-picking and kitten-viewing, which will be delightful.

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I have been shockingly remiss in my reading of late.  Still ambling through Wolfram von Eschenbach.  I really love this guy, though.  Fantastic name aside (I really want to name a pet Wolfram), he’s also just hilarious and not at all a bad writer.  Still, anything translated from 13th century Middle High German is bound to be a little on the heavy side, I think, and it’s taking me forever to get through it.

We have a new apartment!  On Thursday, Sam and I signed up to have them hold it for us, with a move-in date of May 30th.  The place is lovely…a giant screened porch, garden plot, lots of trees, close to Lake Johnson, couldn’t be better.  The price could be, but I can swing it if I’m well-behaved and don’t eat out with friends or go to bookstores much.  Now I’m actually excited about moving and wish I could get it done sooner rather than later.  We’ll have to host a shindig once we’re all settled in and comfy.

I’m realizing as I type this up that this week has been ridiculously uneventful aside from apartment-hunting and eating unleavened bread.  I barely even read this week!  So, without further ado, on to the internet!  Which was also very quiet, actually.

Wish me luck with my story reading tomorrow!  If you can’t come but would like to know what’s going down, apparently you can follow it live on Twitter, however that works.

Dang.  That Wake County book sale shindig was pretty fantastic and will definitely become an annual tradition.  I grabbed two bags full of books, including all sorts of gems like Susanna Clarke’s The Ladies of Grace Adieu and Other Stories, the Epic of Gilgamesh, The Crucible by Arthur Miller, a fair bit of Mary Stewart, and a whole bunch of Louis L’Amour westerns, among other things (shush, don’t judge me).

Pretty please come to my story reading next Sunday if you’re in the area and like scifi!  I will probably fixate on your friendly face so as to make myself feel less nervous and make you feel more awkward, so it’ll be a lot of fun for everyone.

In other news, apartment-hunting continues apace, and we have a couple likely candidates.  My mixed feelings about this life development continue, but I’m resigned to my fate now. 😛




Finally managed to polish off Schiller’s essays, which were really very good, they’re just terribly dense reading.  I particularly enjoyed his essay “On Tragedy,” however, and took notes in case I feel like writing an epic tragedy one day.  You know, sometimes you wake up and think, “Boy, today I really want to write something to make people cry buckets.”

Right now I’m reading Parzival by Wolfram von Eschenbach (I guess I don’t believe in light reading these days?), translated from Middle High German because I sadly do not speak that.  Written in the early 1200s or thereabouts, it’s loosely based on the Story of the Grail by Chretien de Troyes, but with a lot more sass.  Wolfram had some serious attitude, and he’s pretty hilarious, as Middle High German poets go.

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