Oxford doesn’t feel like mine. It’s a funny thing to say about a city, but it’s true. It should perhaps be the funnier thing that I assume it should feel like mine, but I do. It’s the city which engendered Alice and Éowyn and Lyra–especially Lyra, dear Lyra–so I thought I would find a measure [...]
The idea hovered and shimmered delicately, like a soap bubble, and she dared not even look at it directly in case it burst. But she was familiar with the way of ideas, and she let it shimmer, looking away, thinking about something else.Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass
She wondered whether there would ever come an hour in her life when she didn’t think of him; didn’t speak to him in her head, didn’t relive every moment they’d been together, didn’t long for his voice and his hands and his love. She had never dreamed of what it would feel like to love someone so much; of all the things that had astonished her in her adventures, that was what astonished her the most. She thought the tenderness it left in her heart was like a bruise that would never go away, but she would cherish for ever.Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass
This series never, ever fails to reduce me to a weeping wreck.
How was everyone’s weekend? Mine was super, thanks for asking. I saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part I and ran a 4 mile race with the best pace time I’ve had in 7 months. So I am uncharacteristically cheerful on this Monday morning, and what better way to continue in this happy vein [...]
The art bunny continues its stranglehold on me. Sketched this on the train ride home and then quickly coloured it in Painter. Poor Bear. During the winter I always want to play Lyra Crosses Svalbard, but Bear is usually not up to playing Iorek and White-Harp doesn’t want to play a male daemon. I’m not [...]
Today’s bit of Sunday narcissism actually comes on a Thursday. This past weekend I went to my first (beer!) Dances of Vice event with my friend Jack Violet, dressing up in our 1920s/1930s Shanghai Foxtrot best. I jump upon any excuse to play dress up and dressing up as Asian Jazz Age? HELL YES. Narcissism [...]
I am apparently a knitting guru. Yesterday on the commute ride back home to Astoria from work, a random girl asked me to help her with her dropped stitches. Is it easy fixing a stranger’s work while standing on a moving W train? No. Did I do it anyway? Yes. Not that I’m a font [...]
Reason no. 12 to go see Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World’s End: they will be showing the trailer for The Golden Compass before it. I swear I am one of the worst His Dark Materials fangirls ever. First the daemon meme goes around and I almost miss it entirely, and secondly, an early [...]
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