Posts Tagged ‘birthday’

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Weekend Reflectionings

February 11, 2009

(I like adding -ings to things that are not present active participles. It’s a very roundabout way of verbing something.)

On Saturday, I spent a good deal of time with vaseline and saran wrap in my hair, breathing through a straw, lying blind and immobilized on the floor of one of the art buildings. My housemate, Becca, is using my face for an art project. There are, as a result of Saturday, now eight copies of me on the kitchen table. She’s got plaster, two different kinds of wax, and latex. I think the others are still in the art buildings. Jokes abound about using my face as a weapon, or attributing flaws to me via my face. Or, in the case of the latex copy, using my face as a condom. It’s a little disturbing.

On Sunday, I was taken by my parents and youngest sister to lunch up Highway One at Davenport. The smoked salmon over polenta was exquisite. Afterwards, we went spiking for a little while, then checked out the beach near Davenport. (Spiking is a rather unique activity my family partakes in. My father is an amateur blacksmith, so when we’re near a railroad that has had recent work done, we’ll go walk along the tracks and pick up the discarded railroad spikes and other steel and iron detritus for his use in the shop. He makes rather lovely (I think) knives out of the spikes. Very industrial-punk grunge style, but with an odd medievel flare to them.) Davenport is absolutely gorgeous, and was even moreso on that foggy, windy day. I still regret that my camera is out of commission.

While they were here, my family also delivered my birthday presents. I got books (Tales of the City, Here Comes Everybody, and Oscar Wilde’s plays) and my violin, now refurbished into playability! My violin is violet, so this is especially delightful. Now I just need lessons. And a lot of practice.

I don’t really care to talk about Monday. It was a day of awkwardness and embarrassing my poor Latin teacher in front of his mother. Today, however, programs were successfully conquered, through a combination of teamwork and brute force. It was immensely satisfying, and once everything is finalized I’ll be sure to link to the results from here.

As a side note: In cyberpunk we’re reading Dead Girls by Richard Calder. Well, technically we’re reading the whole trilogy, but I’m still on this first one. It involves zombie vampire doll robot prostitutes, and I highly recommend it.

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Dodecannual Update

February 5, 2009

It’s not even noon yet, and already this has been a weird birthday. At about one in the morning, very shortly after I had finally retired to my chambers for the evening, it started raining quite loudly. This would not have been remarkable had it not been for the unusually balmy weather we had all January– I think this is only the second time it’s really rained so far this year. Usually January is a time for Santa Cruz to fret about mudslides and bits of the road getting swept out to see, but all last month it was a sunny 75 degrees. That the drought should be suddenly broken on my birthday probably isn’t significant, but it definitely seemed that way at two in the morning as I lay awake listening to it and contemplating pine needles in mud.

To add to the oddity, I woke up feeling definitively streppy. Last night Raquel, Deepika, and I had all complained of mild sore throats (soothed with the usual three or four pots of tea), and when I went to meet them for breakfast this morning we confirmed that Porter College is undergoing a widespread strep epidemic, as of today. Everyone seemed to come down with it all at once, which I think says a lot about how Porter kids like to interact.

Despite the wetness and the illness, I did make it down to Stevenson (oh what a damp and miserable journey that was; the dining hall had been out of tea, no less, so I was making that voyage sans caffeine!) to finally declare myself as a linguistics major. Now that I’ve got my schedule all charted out for both majors, I was disappointed to discover that it looks like I won’t be able to go abroad for junior year and still graduate on time. However, I also found out that Latin does fill the Linguistics language requirement as long as I take the Latin 100 literature class next quarter, which saved me a lot of grief and stress– otherwise I would’ve had to find time to try and test into Spanish 4, and manage Spanish 5 and 6 before I could graduate. Since Latin proves not to be entirely useless, however, I will have a couple spare quarters in senior year to take whatever languages I want at my own pace, instead of trying to sprint to fill the requirement. I’m very relieved.

Now, all that said, I could not possibly interpret what all this says of the year to come. I’d like to think that it’s all very significant, since twenty is such a nice, round number, but it’s hard to glean meaning out of events contemporaneous. I shall have to wait and try to predict things in hindsight.