The Heat(ed) Debate

I live in a basement.  There’s a non-verbal debate going on between my landlords/neighbors about the floor heater; They keep turning it on.  That’s fine and dandy by me, EXCEPT for the tiny little detail that it goes on MY electrical bill, and I can’t stand the heat in summer.  Since I go barefoot, I can REALLY feel it when the floor is warm.  So my neighbors keeps turning the heat on, and I keep turning it off again.  After a few weeks of this, they upped the ante:

They broke off the switch to the heater so I wouldn’t be able to turn it off.

…And I STILL managed to turn it off! HAH!! And since THEY pulled the switch off, they probably won’t notice anything till I’m long gone.  Also, they’ll never figure out how I managed to turn it off without a switch, mwahaha!  (I used the backside of a hammer to very gently turn the metal under the absent switch).

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Week 10

She Walks in Beauty

by Lord Byron

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She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
 Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
 How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

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Packing

I finally began packing today.

I have about a week left of my contract, and then it’s OUT.  I`ve been packing a little here and there for a couple of weeks, though nothing big enough to notice.  But I finally gathered up my courage today and began boxing my books.

I still have about two shelves left, but the two most important boxes (the ones that I`ll take with me to Oslo) are done.

I almost began sniffling when I packed down Harry Potter.  It’s been four years since I actually held those darling books in my hands.

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Week 9

  The poem for week 9 of Project Memorizing is:

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Bright Star 

by John Keats

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Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art–

Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night

And watching, with eternal lids apart,

Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,

The moving waters at their priestlike task

Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,

Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask

Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–

No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,

Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,

To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,

Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,

And so live ever–or else swoon to death.

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A great review of the last episode of The Hollow Crown.

(The reblog format looks absolutely horrendous here, I`m sorry to see.  And no way to fix.)

James Calbraith

Edit: Привет всем людям из России и Украины которые читают этот пост :)

A major televised adaptation of Henry V is always a generational experience – even more so than a Hamlet. It sets in stone who’s the theatre-loving public’s most current heartthrob. It defines the contemporary view on the justice and injustice of war. Finally, it reminds everyone how brilliant Shakespeare’s battle speeches are and how always relevant his history plays remain.

Tom Hiddleston had, of course, been cast as Hal long before the onset of Loki-mania and, as such, the choice had been dictated purely by his acting prowess, not fan popularity. To play Henry in all three consecutive instalments is no mean feat, and that Hiddleston manages to even get through to the end of it all is a respectable achievement of itself.

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Week 8

Supposed to be posted on July 15’th.

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  The poem for week 8 of Project Memorizing is:

There is a Lady sweet and kind

From Thomas Ford’s Music of Sundry Kinds.

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Nössemarka

My view every morning while working and living in Sweden.

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Another batch of pictures

…taken by me, some in my own backyard. (Both figuratively and literally.)

Do not use without permission, though.  That is a no-no!

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Avoiding the good stuff

Warning:

There will be Tumblr-related randomness!

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I`m having some rather serious trouble with my fangirl reactions.  After two weeks offline, I`m almost completely unable to handle certain news and pictures (etc) without sudden outbursts of tears, flailing, sqee-ing, sobbing, and other rather extreme reactions.

I had JUST learned to calm the heck down before the hiatus happened, and now all my self control has gone to hell in a handbag!

I’m currently doing my very best to NOT look at all the videos & clips, news and articles about the stuff I particularly enjoy.  I just can’t handle it properly, and I`d rather not go on The Rollercoaster Of Emotional SeaSickness if I have a choice in the matter.  FYI;  the avoiding  is actually rather difficult, and I failed miserably  last night.  Here’s a toast to self control!  May it be ever in our favor!

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Pictures

…taken by me, mostly in my own backyard. (Both figuratively and literally.)

Do not use without permission, though.  That is a no-no!

 

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I AM SO EXCITED

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Oh gosh! Oh gosh!!  I`m waiting for it to be 8 pm in England so I can watch The Hollow Crown for the first time (because I was away the previous two episodes and now I`m back and have internet access and I get to watch it and this will be my first episode) and I can’t wait and o’boy o’boy o’boy!

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Week 7

Supposed to be posted on July 8’th.

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  The poem for week 7 of Project Memorizing is:

Love and Friendship

by Emily Brontë

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Love is like the wild rose-briar;

Friendship like the holly-tree.

The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,

But which will bloom most constantly?

  

The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,

Its summer blossoms scent the air;

Yet wait till winter comes again,

And who will call the wild-briar fair?

  

Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now,

And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,

That, when December blights thy brow,

He still may leave thy garland green.

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Week 6

Supposed to be posted on July 1’st.

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This is the poem for week 6.   And FYI, it was very difficult!

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To His Coy Mistress

by Andrew Marvell

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