Syaoran Sleeping Beauty

Costuming Considerations

The holiday for which one dresses in a scary way approaches.

I have wanted for eons to be Baba Yaga, but two nights ago something even more terrifying happened to me, involving sleep paralysis and inability to inhale. (That could have something to do with reading Charles Dickens late at night, but I did it again the night after and nothing happened. Maybe it had to do with the part of the story I read: it involved an apparition talking with a character before taking him away...) I thought maybe that terror could help me become something effectively fear-inducing for the Halloween celebration. I am still way too frightened to make a Stalin facsimile. That would be silly, anyway: I was Trotsky for the Halloween of 2013.

How would I effectively portray the horror of waking up and discovering not only that I couldn't move, but couldn't breathe?


It'd probably be easier to just go ahead with Baba Yaga. In the comic I recently read, Marika McCoola's Baba Yaga's Assistant, it turns out that I currently look an awful lot like Masha, the assistant. But she is sympathetic, not what I'm looking to portray.
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The only way to get better is to keep trying.

One can read all (s)he wants about writing, or playing music, or communicating in Russian, or any of a myriad other fun exploits, as I had been doing this week, but nothing would happen until something is submitted. Until the exercise is exerted. Until the laziness is overcome.

Today I am offering Writer's Digest this post since I haven't been doing more than enough things lately.
It's not like I'd been busy volunteering at the elementary school library, or that I've had complications with physiatry appointments (I politely explained that is not a misspelling but a form of physical rehabilitation), or like I had been reading enough to finally comfortably approach 365 books this year. (As it stands I have read 277 books in 2015 so far, and maybe only twenty of those are laze-skims from the elementary school library so far!)

As my username implies, I am Claire.
This Livejournal started when I was fifteen (November 2004) around the point I wrote my first NaNoWriMo document, Highly Strung, maybe the year before. (Poor memory) It may still be up here in the archives... I basically joined the LiveJournal community around that point.
A few years later, to my surprise, LJ melded with ЖЖ, or maybe just became translated into it, or something like that, so I didn't have to get out of the house to practise Russian at the university any more: it is right here.
This is a good thing, as I had been getting unbelievably sick after that, hence the physiatry visits.

Anyway, I'm not sure - maybe I'll look at one of those blogging books, but I think I have the basic idea down pat...

As it turns out, Josef Suk is a violinist composer from the late 19th to early 20th century. Ah, one of Dvořák's students! His star pupil, apparently. Ah, Mahler and Berg took notice of him! No wonder I selected his Pohadka fairy tale suite to accompany this entry. It seems that pohadka has no etymological relation to сказка, which means the same thing, as that seeming similarity, -ka, is just a diminutive...

So there is a book about Zhukovsky at my university library... on the fifth floor... (who is a poet, whose name came up in the Wiki line "Pohádka is based on an epic poem by the Russian author Vasily Zhukovsky entitled The Tale of Tsar Berendyey (Russian: Сказка о царе Берендее) which unsurprisingly piqued Janáček's interest in Russian culture. The composition presents scenes from the story rather than being a complete description of the tale."

Janáček is not Suk, true, but the name came up. (Eventually I'll retag all the Czech entries, since I just noticed I never mentioned it before now.)

I hope everyone has a nice weekend!

What Can Be Done?

While reading Robert Caro's second biography on Lyndon Johnson (to be all ready for when the fifth comes out soon! ♥), I marvelled at how he campaigned despite having kidney stone problems.
It makes me feel guilty for claiming "oh, woe is me, I can't do anything in politics any more, I am dealing with the residuals of a traumatic brain injury."

I hear down the grape vine some people implying the Socialist candidate for US Presidency Bernie Sanders doesn't have a chance, any more than Hillary Clinton, and that Donald Trump is going to muscle his way into it, due to his financial might, as well as the weakness of his competitors. I have always wanted Hillary Clinton to win, ever since I was a little girl, but Bernie Sanders may be a better choice following my ideals more closely...

So what is to be done is complain about indecision on the Interwebs and read from page 207 to 385 of Means of Ascent, the Lyndon Johnson biography I mean to finish by this weekend. (It has 522 pages, though many of those are endnotes and the index.)

Maybe consider pondering over Chernyshevsky's What Is To Be Done?...
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Winding down...

I have restarted seriously walking nightly around the neighbourhood. This is not entirely due to my friend denki_gisi's suggestion - I am plain in need of decompressing regularly that I have stopped doing after classwork slowed at the end of 2013.
Not entirely to follow his suggestion of letting it put me to sleep (as Shosty is scaring me out of wanting to go straight to bed), but tonight I pick walking at this late hour to avoid the blaring light of mid-day. I didn't realise how sensitive I am to light - I should have figured it out a long time ago, from my lengthy history of walking around the house and scaring the hell out of my family in the dark, but strong light bothers my eyes. So today I went the reverse direction from yesterday (so cars wouldn't bother my sensitive vision as much), went to the side of the road and covered my face with my hands whenever a car passed. I found it much more effective.
I may scare the people looking out for me by not bringing a flashlight and shining it at cars when they pass, but the idea of bringing the flashlight was making me feel sick so I didn't since I was only out for maybe a bit more than 30 minutes.

I haven't the energy to think as adroitly as normal. I am strongly tempted to give up on this entry entirely and go straight to bed just like last night, but my guilt for not practising or even listening to this suite I have listed as my music (former since last Thursday, latter since Saturday) is forcing me here for a while longer.
Plus, my excitement it is still Monday here has me extracting the very last bits of power from the remnants of my corpse! (I like the French le corps for some unfathomable reason.)

In the near future I'm expecting to regain power to resume following a semblance of my original plans, which involve taking over the world.
In the morning, when I have energy, I've been watching a few minutes of the Bad Good Men film at a time, for example. (Not all at once since I'm already way overwhelmed @_@) At the moment, no. I'm here until the end of the Shostakovich.

Stumbling off to sleep...

Am I being unfair?

My dictionary suggests нечестный, недобросовестный, несправедливый, неблагоприятный, and a couple other ne words besides пристрастный. But aren't the people telling me these things (that my main focus needs to rest solely on finding meaningful employment and life's unfair to their typical patients so I shouldn't be acting this way) those with higher degrees than a 4-year bachelors themselves?
How, after all, does anyone get to that point?

I mean, I understand the economy needs actors to make all its parts work. I'm very familiar with this, courtesy Marx, Engels, (OK I'm cheating and looking off a list to see whom else I recognise) Aquinas, Ariely, Aristotle, Bastiat, Bulgakov, Jean-Baptiste Colbert, Copernicus, Kahneman, Locke, Piketty, Plato, Quesnay, Sachs, Jean-Baptiste Say, Stiglitz, Xenophon, Thomas More, Bentham, Ricardo, and John Stuart Mill...
I promise those are only people I've read for at least two hours. Or maybe I'm exaggerating. But no, those are the ones whose ideologies I've at least vaguely followed!

Tomorrow I am planning to come to the first Immaculata Symphony rehearsal. (I'd been stressing over it to a number of close-ish acquaintances and family members - hopefully it won't come to this, but I might phone Matt in tears late tonight, since he seems to know how to calm me down.)

It may be OK since this is what I've always been prepared to do, but it may also be a nightmare since my reeds are a glorified mess and I left Anna the first oboist such a terrified-sounding message last week or the one before, and I have only one reed I have fully made by myself.
They might decide one of the other oboists who show up to this rehearsal is a better full-time fit for this symphony.

This is what I've trained for!

This Thursday I'm materialising in Immaculata for the initial symphonic rehearsal.
I bypassed auditions this year by having a long past history of superb oboe performance. I don't remember if I've played with this ensemble before - I don't think so, I remember more Chesco Pops (the ensemble from which I got into that accident). I think Marilyn is a part of Chesco Pops, too, so she told me to just show up Thursday.
According to the roster, Anna is the principal for this ensemble, too. (Oh, looking at it more closely, a male relation of the bassoonist who taught me privately outside university is a co-principal!) I called Anna in paranoia a few weeks ago and cried about my insecurities to her voicemail until I felt better enough to run a few scales on Phyllis.

So I have no reason to have anxiety. This is like letting a fish loose into the ocean. (I'm just wary of the orcas, seals, sharks, and other creatures with big sharp pointy teeth like harpists.)

So now I mean to extend my endurance (but I've always meant to extend my endurance. It's never really worked.) and stop worrying over things.

Both of these objectives I have difficulty accomplishing. But maybe getting off the computer and putting Alexander back together will get me back into the zone to get something done.
Tomoyo srs

Tempus fugit!

A few things have been happening to me lately, much as they did to Ilya Ilyich Oblomov eventually even though he tried to keep mostly sedentary.
(I watched Несколько дней из жизни И. И. Обломова semi-recently! Far more recently, as in yesterday, my kindly friend Ian took me to watch the opening night's show at the International House of Philadelphia - two films, Vitaly Mansky's Bliss and Alina Rudnitskaya's Civil Status. The Cyrillic rushed by my face too quickly for me to catch it exactly. I could check their works to be sure through my l33t Russian Wikipedia skillz... *boots self out of laziness and checks Mansky's Wiki first*) Ah, yes, it was Благодать, then Гражданское Цоцторние, which can be seen here. I told him they are supposed to be funny. He told me they were depressing and that the best thing about the evening was that I was there.
This may be ego-boosting, but I also seemed to have had no competition.

The other stuff going on is I've been trying to increase my endurance on my primary musical instrument, the oboe! Through focus on playing the music I put to this entry.

Hmm, using these l33t Russian Wiki skillz I detailed earlier, I could maybe find the two films that are supposed to be playing today at the IHP! Then watch Jeopardy as well as them, from the comfort of my home! That might be nice. It wouldn't be in Philly, though...

*disappears for a quiz show*


Сегодня закончил изводить Дуолинго французский.
Today I ended up using Duolingo French.

Головные боли вернулись, но они не могли иметь ничего общего с языком, а возможно, лишь следствием моей травмы головы (сотрясением мозга).
The headaches are back, but those might not have anything to do with language but my brain injury.

При потягивании боли уменьшились, и я заметила, что вся проблема была не в голове, а в моей спине.
In elimination of the pain via stretching, I noticed the entire problem was not in thought but in my back.

Не сдавайся же, борись до конца.
So, carry on!

(I'd been doing other things, too, and it's been very hot, but this is what I decided to mention most. My sister's birthday is tomorrow!)

Edit: I saw my lolrussian only a little off! ^_^ It's an improvement. I keep telling people around me about the amazement of Goncharov.
(I'd write it out in Russian too but I was just invited to go off somewhere so I'll be back later.)

Reasonable news.

According to the higi station down the road, my BMI has gone down by half a kg/m2 over the year. Wiki says units are usually omitted informally, but I don't care. (I'm closer to the edge of underweight, but still OK.)

Higi means origins in a language based in Chad, according to the website.

According to Goodreads, I am two books ahead of schedule, but I don't want to increase my anticipated yield of 300 completed books this year unless I reach ten books ahead, to account for possible laziness in August when I tend to be writing. This year might be the one I finally write a whole novel short story in Russian. I trust I can compose in that language more than in Chinese, which I'm more comfortable using to speak.
It's probably also bad that my trivia recall record is so low, but I honestly haven't been trying too hard.

Goncharov's Oblomov has been fun, the little I've read of it thus far! I seriously delved into it today.
(And I entered a giveaway for M.V. Freeman's Incandescent. It might be more worth my while to enter the one for Ezekiel Watch, too. I'll enter them both! I enter those book giveaways all the time, but have never won them. I received a complimentary copy of Bald New World, though, since the author felt inspired by my review. It's now on my bookshelf right next to Chris Baty's "No Plot? No Problem!")

I think the last big book I might be well-advised to polish off for tomorrow is Dinaw Mengestu's All Our Names. But then again, I have yet to renew it. I'll probably renew it tomorrow, watch Women in Love with my mother then, then drop it off on Sunday along with everything else I've finished.

/so lazy

Первая Попытка: мысли быть тут

Привет! Нонича спрашиваю долготерпение. Я не сказала только по-русский 8 годы. Теперь отличный, как бы ни.
(N.B.: I am practising invention in the language I read and hear fairly often these days. It's just like Cicero! Only in a language currently in use! I may be off, but I want to finally reply to krevetka_flo's suggestion and practice anyway.)

Репетиция приневоливат умение!Collapse )

Это будет улучшать! Договорная обязанность.