I am hard-core old-style, yo!
Jan. 27th, 2006 10:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
philena"How hard-core old-style?" you might ask. I respond with this list:
-Afternoon tea.
-With loose tea and a tea pot and a tea-cup and tea-spoon and saucer, which I drank while
-using paper and envelopes and even stamps to catch up on correspondance
-with a fountain pen
-while stopping between letters to catch up on email . . . Well, I got to four bullet points, at any rate. Then the times caught up with me. So I might as well embrace them, start re-mixing what sound recordings I have for my BA to see whether I can actually splice vowel or not (since Irina won't actually keep a date to record some more, I've got to get as ready as I can to prepare the listening tests without), and repeat on my online blog what![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
suddenleap said about her Boy (rival, I believe) while having milkshakes with me and annabananaface
. Namely, "He is the bad-assest programmer in all the Ivy League." This
was funny at the moment, but right now I think the subtle, self-mocking
referential humour is mainly lost. I refuse to erase the quotation,
though. It would mean admitting defeat in some way. So would simply
posting another picture just because it's a good picture and I can,
which is why I blathered on about afternoon tea before getting to the
goods.
I have decided that since Daniel and I pretty much exist in other people's eyes so that they can coo at how adorable we are (this really is a pretty uniform reaction whenever people see pictures of us), I might as well admit defeat, like a kitten who has realized that he'll never be taken seriously no matter how dignified he acts, so he might as well have a good time and bat at that shoe-lace. Therefore, here is some shameless promotion:
The text underneath reads, "You are the only thing in all this wide, wide world that I have every truly, wholly loved--just you alone."
-Afternoon tea.
-With loose tea and a tea pot and a tea-cup and tea-spoon and saucer, which I drank while
-using paper and envelopes and even stamps to catch up on correspondance
-with a fountain pen
-while stopping between letters to catch up on email . . . Well, I got to four bullet points, at any rate. Then the times caught up with me. So I might as well embrace them, start re-mixing what sound recordings I have for my BA to see whether I can actually splice vowel or not (since Irina won't actually keep a date to record some more, I've got to get as ready as I can to prepare the listening tests without), and repeat on my online blog what
suddenleap said about her Boy (rival, I believe) while having milkshakes with me and annabananaface
. Namely, "He is the bad-assest programmer in all the Ivy League." This
was funny at the moment, but right now I think the subtle, self-mocking
referential humour is mainly lost. I refuse to erase the quotation,
though. It would mean admitting defeat in some way. So would simply
posting another picture just because it's a good picture and I can,
which is why I blathered on about afternoon tea before getting to the
goods.I have decided that since Daniel and I pretty much exist in other people's eyes so that they can coo at how adorable we are (this really is a pretty uniform reaction whenever people see pictures of us), I might as well admit defeat, like a kitten who has realized that he'll never be taken seriously no matter how dignified he acts, so he might as well have a good time and bat at that shoe-lace. Therefore, here is some shameless promotion:
The text underneath reads, "You are the only thing in all this wide, wide world that I have every truly, wholly loved--just you alone."
