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Back from yet another trip to The State To The Immediate North. (I am driving there and back TWICE next weekend, so the kiddo can come home and see a show at his high school. This is the thing about being an indulgent and fairly close-by parent.) If by any odd chance anyone should ever require a recommendation for a queer-friendly B&B in Hellertown, PA (convenient to Bethlehem and Allentown!) please contact me. Also the Braveheart Highland Pub there is much better than it sounds, even when horribly crowded post-hurricane. We did a brewery tour and tasting (Weyerbacher, but in general eastern PA is one of the many hubs of excellent micro-brewed American beer) and watched the kid perform in one of those black-box collaboratively-written based-on-17th-century-Spanish plays that only happen in college. A fun weekend.
My knee is really sore, and I'll have to baby it all week to be able to manage that drive on the weekend. This doesn't fit well with the goal of getting all the weeds out of the community garden plot, but judicious use of ice should help.
Indeed there does turn out to be a small but enthusiastic contingent of Vorkosiverse/"Person of Interest" crossover fans! I am so glad.
As a follow-up to my favorite lines post (in which I was sure the fic-writing streak was over, ha ha ha), here is the somewhat indecisive list from the recent lot:
"the heart is hard to translate" makes for a hard choice; it was very consciously written, which means lots of things struck me as clever at the time. To bring it down to two, certainly while writing the line I kept smiling at was this perfect example of my just-throw-it-all-at-them style:
He knew neither language but the words echoed in his skull along with incongruous images of sunlight on bougainvillea and lime sugar brightness, and Miranda's sympathetic smile, alone desolate forsaken forlorn unique, ice dripping from the eaves, and he looked straight at Vargas and saw forty-five stories of glass and lean steel, and he knew.
but probably in the end (well, literally in the end) I am most pleased with Aral's:
"Oh, yes. We gave up waiting and just danced in the dark. It was a bit chaotic, and the musicians hated it, but we muddled through. With moments of brilliance, I like to think."
because, you know. It has Meaning.
For "Then Move Not," everyone seemed to like "tingling all over with lust and ambiguity," and yeah, I do too, but I really prefer:
It's not a stranger, of course, or worse, someone he knows. It's his perfect amalgam of the two, bearing sencha.
Or the inadvertent doggerel, because it did, in fact, happen (or not happen) inadvertently.
"Sparrow" is one of those cases (like "Offerings," where my favorite line was Miles's purely reactive "Holy fucking shit") in which my little darlings are meaningless out of context. But, nevertheless: "And I didn't say ImpSec wanted you. I do." and "I'll bring Bothari."
And there you are. And now I can start panicking about the election tomorrow. I have already voted; early voting is a great invention.
Let's see what happens.
My knee is really sore, and I'll have to baby it all week to be able to manage that drive on the weekend. This doesn't fit well with the goal of getting all the weeds out of the community garden plot, but judicious use of ice should help.
Indeed there does turn out to be a small but enthusiastic contingent of Vorkosiverse/"Person of Interest" crossover fans! I am so glad.
As a follow-up to my favorite lines post (in which I was sure the fic-writing streak was over, ha ha ha), here is the somewhat indecisive list from the recent lot:
"the heart is hard to translate" makes for a hard choice; it was very consciously written, which means lots of things struck me as clever at the time. To bring it down to two, certainly while writing the line I kept smiling at was this perfect example of my just-throw-it-all-at-them style:
He knew neither language but the words echoed in his skull along with incongruous images of sunlight on bougainvillea and lime sugar brightness, and Miranda's sympathetic smile, alone desolate forsaken forlorn unique, ice dripping from the eaves, and he looked straight at Vargas and saw forty-five stories of glass and lean steel, and he knew.
but probably in the end (well, literally in the end) I am most pleased with Aral's:
"Oh, yes. We gave up waiting and just danced in the dark. It was a bit chaotic, and the musicians hated it, but we muddled through. With moments of brilliance, I like to think."
because, you know. It has Meaning.
For "Then Move Not," everyone seemed to like "tingling all over with lust and ambiguity," and yeah, I do too, but I really prefer:
It's not a stranger, of course, or worse, someone he knows. It's his perfect amalgam of the two, bearing sencha.
Or the inadvertent doggerel, because it did, in fact, happen (or not happen) inadvertently.
"Sparrow" is one of those cases (like "Offerings," where my favorite line was Miles's purely reactive "Holy fucking shit") in which my little darlings are meaningless out of context. But, nevertheless: "And I didn't say ImpSec wanted you. I do." and "I'll bring Bothari."
And there you are. And now I can start panicking about the election tomorrow. I have already voted; early voting is a great invention.
Let's see what happens.
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Date: 2012-11-05 02:33 pm (UTC)From:I think you're making your own Vorkosigan/PoI fans! At least, you've lured me into the latter fandom - well, actually, you lured me into the former too, so it is all entirely your fault ;-).
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Date: 2012-11-05 03:35 pm (UTC)From:And actually I think there are some people who were already familiar with both! Wow! And luring you is the kind of fault I will happily own up to. As Aral says: moments of brilliance.