Thud: The Patron Saint of Nothing

[leahbobet]

January 25, 2007 Progress Notes:

The Patron Saint of Nothing

Words today: 825.
Words total: 26,900 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Quota! And Case abruptly clammed up, and I am too tired to chase him.
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Tuna casserole.
Exercise: An hour walking.
Mail: Nomail.

Darling du Jour: Astringent. Once he sorted the flecks of dirt from it, astringent. It was salty with the flavour of a sailor for a father whose father had been a sailor before him, ...long enough back that the wind had beaten salt spray into and through their skins and it flowed in their blood inheritance.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A

Mean Things: Case: Surgery recovery.
Zithembe: Someone rich just got wounded in the riot you're investigating, and now you're head's gonna be on a platter if they get killed. Enjoy! *g*
Research Roundup: None, actually.
Books in progress: Katherine Mansfield, Selected Stories; Mary Wollstonecraft, Maria, or The Wrongs of Woman; Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers; Textbooks.

The glamour: It is -25 C out today. My tea froze between Sid Smith and Emmanuel College (ten minute walk). In the thermos.

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Day Twenty:

11,350 / 67,500 (16.8%)

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Today in Acquisition, aka The Class Where Only Five People Contribute Out Of A Hundred, we watched the first half of a documentary that's pretty much just a basic layman's intro to linguistics proper. And it had Chomsky, and Stephen Jay Gould, and a bunch of linguist types talking, and then there on my screen was ozarque! And I sat bolt upright and said to my friend beside me: "Hey, I know her!" with a big smile on my face.

It is sometimes a not-unpleasant feeling when worlds collide. *g*

Comments

[klingonguy.livejournal.com]

I first met her out at a con in Los Angeles when I was in my late teens and hanging out with the southern California Elvish speakers.

And then again a couple years ago when we were both guests at ConQuesT in Kansas City. I was moderating a panel that she was on, and when I allowed the panel to wander off topic she berated me (and correctly so) right there in the middle of the panel.

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

Hee. The shot had Suzette knitting in a nice chair. She appeared very grandmotherly. My friend said: "Oh, that's nice, she looks nice," and I replied "she is, and I would think five times before crossing her." *g*

[wistling.livejournal.com]

What? There are more linguist-writers out there?

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

Apparently buckets. *g* I actually got into this field mostly because of the influence of maradydd, klingonguy, and Viewers Like You.