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Shooting the sequel before the treatment's even finished
As if last night's pot-banging to bring back the sun weren't enough, my family and I rang in the New Year with half a dozen metal cooking bowls and one conch shell. So far, the neighbors haven't called the police. I finished my first story of the new year—I had wanted it to be the last story of the old year, but I had to take time out for familial celebration—and now I'm waiting to see if it's any good. And how do I otherwise celebrate the start of 2006? With a meme nicked from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
docbrite, of course.
The Last Things of 2005 Meme . . . also suitable for filling out in the first few days of 2006.
Last Book Read: Spider Kiss, by Harlan Ellison (a re-read. Last new book read, John C. Wright's Orphans of Chaos).
Last Live Music Show Seen: The Decemberists at Toad's Place in New Haven, October 6th. (Or the Christmas Revels at Sanders Theater in Cambridge, December 27th; but I class that more as theater).
Last CD Purchased: For myself? The soundtrack to Good Night, and Good Luck, I think. Otherwise, the original cast recording of Finian's Rainbow, for my mother.
Last Thing Cooked: Cheese fondue—Emmental, Gruyere, and a lot of white wine.
Last New Thing Eaten: Er. Probably the sushi at Miya's that involves tiny Japanese soft-shell crabs, Havarti cheese, and potato skins. If nothing else, the combination was not one I had experienced before.
Last Thing Bought: A subway token for the Red Line back from Harvard Square.
Last Gift Received: Firewood.
Last Piece of Clothing Bought or Received as a Gift: A pair of seal-brown corduroy pants.
Last Embarrassing Experience: Blithering like an idiot aroundgaudior and rushthatspeaks' housemates.
Last Totally New Experience: Writing erotica on a cellphone.
Last Foreign Country Visited, if any: Ireland.
Last New Bird Seen (feel free to substitute enthusiasm of your own if not a birder): For the hell of it, what looked like a very lost osprey over the Arlington Reservoir this afternoon.
Last Big Achievement: Surviving this year. As I pointed out, many good things happened to me in the course of 2005. But much of it—especially the last four months—have sucked, yea, out loud. Less cynically, I also taught an entire Latin class: as achievements go, not a bad one.
docbrite, of course.The Last Things of 2005 Meme . . . also suitable for filling out in the first few days of 2006.
Last Book Read: Spider Kiss, by Harlan Ellison (a re-read. Last new book read, John C. Wright's Orphans of Chaos).
Last Live Music Show Seen: The Decemberists at Toad's Place in New Haven, October 6th. (Or the Christmas Revels at Sanders Theater in Cambridge, December 27th; but I class that more as theater).
Last CD Purchased: For myself? The soundtrack to Good Night, and Good Luck, I think. Otherwise, the original cast recording of Finian's Rainbow, for my mother.
Last Thing Cooked: Cheese fondue—Emmental, Gruyere, and a lot of white wine.
Last New Thing Eaten: Er. Probably the sushi at Miya's that involves tiny Japanese soft-shell crabs, Havarti cheese, and potato skins. If nothing else, the combination was not one I had experienced before.
Last Thing Bought: A subway token for the Red Line back from Harvard Square.
Last Gift Received: Firewood.
Last Piece of Clothing Bought or Received as a Gift: A pair of seal-brown corduroy pants.
Last Embarrassing Experience: Blithering like an idiot around
gaudior and rushthatspeaks' housemates.Last Totally New Experience: Writing erotica on a cellphone.
Last Foreign Country Visited, if any: Ireland.
Last New Bird Seen (feel free to substitute enthusiasm of your own if not a birder): For the hell of it, what looked like a very lost osprey over the Arlington Reservoir this afternoon.
Last Big Achievement: Surviving this year. As I pointed out, many good things happened to me in the course of 2005. But much of it—especially the last four months—have sucked, yea, out loud. Less cynically, I also taught an entire Latin class: as achievements go, not a bad one.
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