O~ star of wonder, star of night Star with royal beauty bright Westward leading, still proceeding Guide us to thy perfect light
[At the entrance to the stable, by way of introduction:]
We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts, we traverse afar Field and fountain, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum Moor and mountain, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum Following~ yonder star Yonder star
Come, they told me, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum A newborn king to see, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum Our finest gifts we bring, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum To lay before the king, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum So to honor Him, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum When we come
[First Magus. The background scene changes to that of the Triumphal Entry.]
Born a king on Bethlehem's plain Gold I bring to crown Him again King forever, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum Ceasing never, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum Over us all to reign~ All to reign
Frankincense to offer have I Incense owns a deity nigh Prayer and praising, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum All men raising, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum Worship Him~, God on high God on high
[Third Magus. The background scene passes from Passion to crucifixion to burial.]
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume Breathes a life of gathering gloom Sorrowing, sighing, pa rum pum pum pum Bleeding, dying, pa rum pum pum pum Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum Sealed in the stone-cold tomb Stone-cold tomb
[Mary in tears. The background scene is the sealed tomb, and passes from day to night to day as:]
Little baby, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum I am a poor boy too, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum I have no gift to bring, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum That's fit to give a king, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum Shall I play for you, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum On my drum?
[The background scene passes from day to night to day again.]
Mary nodded, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum The ox and lamb kept time, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum I played my drum for him, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum I played my best for him, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum Then he smiled at me, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum Me and my drum.
[The stone is rolled away and the Man comes out.]
Glorious now behold him arise King and God and sacrifice Hallelujah, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum Hallelujah, pa-rum-pum-pum-pum Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum Sounds through the earth and skies Earth and skies
Dreamed last night I met an icebear. Cuddly... and such... but no personality. Decided to think of johndice2012 instead, who is also cuddly.
People keep asking if I've heard about the job. I still haven't been thinking about it myself; getting less and less interested in it overall anyway. If anything, I'd like an even quieter job than I have now... not one where I'd have to spend a lot of time on the phone. Frf.
Pondering what to get roommates and special folks and family for Christmas. Only have ideas for a couple of them so far.
Added a deontesque element to my to-do list, so I can quantify the things I ought to be doing first... and then do them first. I still tend to set myself more than I can apply myself to a day... but now I don't feel so bad about it.
Kind of silly, maybe.
Anyway. Time for dinner. I may just make me some deliciamous tacos.
Keep starting here and erasing. Not sure what my motive is.
'Quo animo ea feram quae geruntur,' I think it was. All right then.
Just got done shaving my face. Was getting tired of the mustache not long after I started wearing it, but was obligated to for a while. I might want to try the beard again later but for now we're starting from scratch.
Had my hair cut yesterday. I've lost a lot of pride in my appearance lately, chiefly in regards to my hair. I haven't been able to cut it myself in a while and nobody else who cuts it has a decent idea how to handle it. In particular, since it isn't straight hair, it tends to get unruly-looking when cut too short, and to pull together showing patches of scalp. I think the biggest problem though is just that it makes my head look the wrong shape. It distresses me to see my head look as round as it does when others cut it.
When I think about it, anyway. I try not to, since I'm working on not dwelling on things. But even when I'm not thinking about it: I've lost a lot of pride in my appearance.
But yeah, went to get my hair cut with my roommate Seto yesterday. Before that, went to lunch with him at Cafe Athens, stuffing myself on σπανακόπιτα and φαλάφελ.
He's a sweetheart.
Usually I plan my meals every week ahead of time. This week I threw out all those plans and just went for stuff at random. Somehow ended up spending a lot more for what I think wasn't even as much. I've been spending a bit too much in general, really... been carrying too much in my bank account, I guess, when I really ought to be more careful with the upcoming holidays and shortness of pay from the time off. Enh... we'll see how it goes.
I can go for most of my workday just listening to this stuff—pretty much I only have to stop when I'm distracted by email, and not always even then. The occasional mispronunciation still bugs me—the reader of Frankenstein consistently has trouble with "indefatigable", for example, and the reader of The Red House Mystery (otherwise excellent) had a distressing tendency to pronounce "vague" with a short vowel—but on the whole they're pretty enjoyable. The plays especially, as they do them properly with a full cast.
People have been asking, but there's no news on the new job. I'm not worried about it.
abbailey1981 is still on his hermitage. I hope to hear back from him again soon.
So a little while ago I got a message on Twitter from an old boss asking me to contact him about a job. I sent in my latest résumé and had a first interview there on Friday. I think it went pretty well; they had me fill out background check paperwork and said there'd be at least one more interview. Haven't heard anything about it yet.
Funny the things that stick in your mind to think about. One of the interview questions was why manhole covers are round. My immediate answer was the usability issue of how you don't have to rotate a round cover to make it fit. I was prompted to give a second reason; I mentioned the answer I'd heard most often, that of allowing one to make a lip to keep the lid from falling in through the hole. "That's the real reason," he said.
Of course it's not a very good one; if you don't want the lid to fall in, the longest diagonal of the lip just needs to be shorter than the shortest diagonal of the lid. So if you wanted a 1 unit square cover that wouldn't fall in - the shortest diagonal of that lid is 1. So the lip would have to be a square of less than sqrt(½) to a side, or about 7/10ths of the unit, if I have my math right.
And that's what I was thinking about this morning, for some reason.
Update on my hand: doctor didn't want to do surgery, saying it'd just be 'trading a bump for a scar'. He gave me a steroid shot and advised me to wear the splint a few weeks longer, and see him again if it didn't improve. (Still not too fond of my progress so far.)
Update on my fox: haven't heard from him in a few weeks. (Yes, he's still alive.)
Been going through a lot more of the Librivox audiobooks. Several are pretty poor when it comes to foreign terms, and this isn't always even the readers' fault; I just went through The Hunchback of Notre Dame and they used one of the online editions where the scanning had obliterated the Greek; ΑΝΑΓΚΗ, for example, is rendered as 'ANArKH' and pronounced by the reader as though the letters were Latin.
All complaints aside, when they're not working in foreign languages alien to them, they do pretty well. I enjoyed their reading of Henrik Ibsen's The Master Builder today.
My wrist's been doing a little better—I'm treating it a little gently still but I can go about half the day without needing to wear the splint. Still looking into getting it looked at.
I've been... moderately productive lately. I'm a year into my six-year calendar; for the next couple of months I'll be working on my blue tiger pirates project. Lately though I've rather been more inspired in the Ralph area; last week I had a sudden idea of what Frank would look like, and Friday I started on a picture of them, significant pause, together.
Anyway, moderately productive. I set myself stuff to do every day out of my copious to-do list, and I've discarded the time limits I used to work by. Oddly, it feels like I get more done when I'm not looking at a time ahead of me to tell me when to stop. It may be a bit of an illusion, though, as I don't tend to touch everything I set myself anyway.
About three weeks ago I started having pain and aching in my wrist, from flipping a lot of papers at work. After a week on lighter duty and the pain still not abating, I reported it to the temp agency and they set me up with a doctor to examine it. Diagnosis was tendinitis, and a ganglion cyst just on my left wrist. She gave me a splint to wear and I've been in it since.
Follow-up appointment was today (Friday). Most of the pain I had was gone, though I think this is in large part due to the splint itself, which helps immensely. The tendinitis seems to have gone away, though the cyst is still there, along with a bit of aching over the back of my paw in general.
Doctor still holds out hope that the cyst or at least the pain therein will abate on its own. I'm still to wear the splint. She wants to look into having a surgeon examine it to see if surgery will be necessary to remove it. So they're going to try and set me up with a consultation, so long as workman's comp cooperates. If a surgery happens, the doctor says, it'll likely be under full anaesthesia.
Fun stuff. In the meantime, I'm manually impaired.
So I've got a boyfriend lately. (abbailey1981, but he doesn't use it). He's about my age, a sweetheart, a fox furry, lives in Texas...
Not a stranger to distance relationships. The distance in itself isn't a problem, though what does kind of get to me (and would even if he lived next door) is that he's more of an offline sort of person and spends most of his time AFK.
Nothin' wrong with it really. Just takes a bit of getting used to. (And during the getting-used-to-it period I of course end up posting about it in my LJ.)
At work I've been listening, between bits of Pandora, to some audiobook recordings from Librivox. Lately I've been listening to Sylvie and Bruno.
Just a few things that've been bugging me about it:
None of the readers get Bruno's dialect anything like how I hear it. (I suppose I can't fault anyone for that, really.)
When one of the readers does the voice of Bruno, it sounds very much like Gollum.
This same reader pronounces the second apostrophe in words like ca'n't. (He reads it like 'cannit', which is probably fine for a different dialect, but isn't what Carroll was intending.)
None of the readers seem to have used an edition with italics. Carroll is ridiculously liberal with the use of italics in the book, and it's odd to hear emphases being placed on different words than he indicated them being on.
All attempts at singing are frightful! Admittedly, several of the songs are not intended to be beautiful.
The readers vary in how they handle the Latin, from classicizing to Anglicizing. Classicizing disturbs me a little in this context; Horace or no, I doubt it would be the pronunciation that a 19th-century clergyman would have had in mind.
The majority of it is not horribly bad, but it is fixing in my mind that I should probably do audio files of my own stories.