I found these super-seasonal photographs on my computer. I took them years and years ago in town, and Greenhead Park. Huddersfield is admittedly rather nice when covered in snow. Hey, where is the snow this year?
Saturday, 29 December 2007
Happy Crimble Season
Happy holiday season all! It's been wonderful here in Huddersfield, despite it being, you know, Huddersfield. (The Hudd is ok I suppose. I just have home town ennui.) Kaia is here, Garon is here, it's an American invasion of super-fun.
I found these super-seasonal photographs on my computer. I took them years and years ago in town, and Greenhead Park. Huddersfield is admittedly rather nice when covered in snow. Hey, where is the snow this year?
I found these super-seasonal photographs on my computer. I took them years and years ago in town, and Greenhead Park. Huddersfield is admittedly rather nice when covered in snow. Hey, where is the snow this year?
Friday, 14 December 2007
What I Have Learned in School
As some of you may have gathered, I have spent much of this last semester, especially the last few weeks, being hyper-stressed about my final year dissertation. It was such a pain in the arse, I can't even tell you. Said dissertation is now handed in, thank fuck for that, so now I can have my life back; I can get some sleep, talk to people, and have a diet that consists of more than toast and jaffa cakes.
Before I finally stop thinking about my dissertation for - how long? Six months? Is half a year enough to exorcise the vengeful spirit of one's dissertation? I though I would see if I had any useful information to pass on. My dissertation was about the short stories of Ursula K. Le Guin - author of The Left Hand of Darkness, The Dispossessed, the Earthsea books, and coming to you from Portland Oregon (like all the best things in life). Here are my top five favourite Le Guin short stories:
5. 'The Building', from Changing Planes (2004)
"Empty rooms, empty corridors, miles of corridors, endlessly similar stairways, ramps, courtyards, roof terraces, delicate towers, vistas of roof beyond roof, tower beyond tower, dome beyond dome to the far distance; high rooms lighted by great lacework windows or only by the dim, greenish, mottled translucency of windowpanes of stone; corridors that lead to other corridors, other rooms, stairs, ramps, courtyards, corridors..."
4. 'Intracom', from The Compass Rose (1982)
"You're a fantastically good captain, for a woman."
3. 'She Unnames Them', from Buffalo Gals, And Other Animal Presences (1988)
"The insects parted with their names in vast clouds and swarms of ephemeral syllables buzzing and stinging and humming and flitting and crawling and tunneling away."
2. 'Paradises Lost', from The Birthday of the World (2004)
"AFTER THIS THERE ARE NO MORE HEADINGS, FOR THE WORLD IS CHANGED, NAMES CHANGE, TIME IS NOT MEASURED AS IT WAS, AND THE WIND BLOWS EVERYTHING AWAY."
1. 'The New Atlantis', from The Compass Rose (1982)
"When we break through the bright circle into life, the water will break and stream white down the white sides of the towers, and run down the steep streets back into the sea. The water will glitter in dark hair, on the eyelids of dark eyes, and dry to a thin white film of salt."
(Every one of these stories is absolutely worth reading, even if I happen to be sick to the back teeth of them.)
Before I finally stop thinking about my dissertation for - how long? Six months? Is half a year enough to exorcise the vengeful spirit of one's dissertation? I though I would see if I had any useful information to pass on. My dissertation was about the short stories of Ursula K. Le Guin - author of The Left Hand of Darkness, The Dispossessed, the Earthsea books, and coming to you from Portland Oregon (like all the best things in life). Here are my top five favourite Le Guin short stories:
5. 'The Building', from Changing Planes (2004)
"Empty rooms, empty corridors, miles of corridors, endlessly similar stairways, ramps, courtyards, roof terraces, delicate towers, vistas of roof beyond roof, tower beyond tower, dome beyond dome to the far distance; high rooms lighted by great lacework windows or only by the dim, greenish, mottled translucency of windowpanes of stone; corridors that lead to other corridors, other rooms, stairs, ramps, courtyards, corridors..."
4. 'Intracom', from The Compass Rose (1982)
"You're a fantastically good captain, for a woman."
3. 'She Unnames Them', from Buffalo Gals, And Other Animal Presences (1988)
"The insects parted with their names in vast clouds and swarms of ephemeral syllables buzzing and stinging and humming and flitting and crawling and tunneling away."
2. 'Paradises Lost', from The Birthday of the World (2004)
"AFTER THIS THERE ARE NO MORE HEADINGS, FOR THE WORLD IS CHANGED, NAMES CHANGE, TIME IS NOT MEASURED AS IT WAS, AND THE WIND BLOWS EVERYTHING AWAY."
1. 'The New Atlantis', from The Compass Rose (1982)
"When we break through the bright circle into life, the water will break and stream white down the white sides of the towers, and run down the steep streets back into the sea. The water will glitter in dark hair, on the eyelids of dark eyes, and dry to a thin white film of salt."
(Every one of these stories is absolutely worth reading, even if I happen to be sick to the back teeth of them.)
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