A smattering of thoughts
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Hi everyone. This has turned into a bit longer of an entry than usual, so I'm going to attempt using a "LJ Cut". Let's see if it works...
Came across this little ditty on
mysduende's LJ. http://www.astrologer.com/aanet/pub/journal/harrypotter.htm about astrology and Harry Potter. I rather suspect JKR has some researchers assisting with accuracy of certain things. But I also like the idea of her being something of a bedside astrologer. Intriguing that the author thought Slytherin to be a Capricorn house. I am an earth sign (taurus) and definitely choose to be in Slytherin, despite my Ravenclaw tendencies...
I took my students to the Lower East Side Tenement Museum this morning. http://www.tenement.org
There is so much rich history to this area. We have been discussing immigration and community and poverty, so I thought it would be good for them to get out of their books and into an actual building, real flats where people lived, to feel what it was like to be poor during the late 19th Century depression and that of 1929.
I have a terrible habit of romanticizing history. My grandfather was born in the LES and grew up here. Now I live here. I wonder if there is a way to work my interest into a doctoral dissertation. I suppose I have a few years to think about it. But in the meantime, the ghosts of my past come out to visit. My jewish name is "Gita Hannah" and though I have no direct memories of 'Tante Hannah' (seeing as how she died before I was born), I feel an intimate connexion with her. I'm told she was a bit odd, chose to work instead of marry, and was something of a slob. Sounds an awful lot like me...
But anyway, yesterday I went and visited my friend the tattoo artist Skull. I told him he's very dangerous for me, to which I received a taunting flirtatiousness about him really being 'good' for me. Since certain 'good' things are, alas, not on his agenda, I can at least take pleasure in the meeting of creative minds. Namely, more tattoos. The mandala-like self-creation on my left arm is fading. It was only put on two years ago by a female artist who came with a good reputation. But it isn't holding up as it should. So, we are considering covering it over and recreating it elsewhere. Idea--to cover it with a black sheep (cute and cartoony) munching on grass and flowers, surrounded by two tulips. I've always wanted to have two intertwining tulips as a tattoo, but I can't say why. Black sheep has an obvious meaning, but the the tulips are something else. But I'm hesitant to cover up the faded tattoo. So, I don't know what I'm going to do. Not that it matters when I haven't any money...
So, I went out last night for a change. Received cheers of "Gina! You came out!" But I didn't have a good time. Sometimes I wonder if it's not a mild depression. More often, I think it is a change of my needs and priorities. Can it be maturity? I mean, I will be 35 next month (gasp!). But I go out, spend money, don't meet anyone new, have a boring time, and go home reminded why I never go out. Yet I lament not meeting any potential love interests when I stay at home. I feel like a Smiths' song. Come out and find the one that you love... Go on your own, leave on your own... It's an odd sort of thing, really. I am social, but not in these settings anymore. More and more, I am just bored. I don't enjoy the idle drunken chatter. It does nothing to inspire me. What is a girl to do? Join a book club perhaps?
...dive deeper into one's inner world... Work on fanfiction. Read others' works. So on a parting note, I recommend you have a look at this WiP. No smut, but plenty to inspire you. Heart Over Mind It's put me back in the mood to work on my WiP Rom To My Private Dungeon, a comedic love story with lemon scenes included.
P.S. Nymphadora got her sutures removed yesterday and is doing splendidly!
Yippee. It worked! Thanks for stopping by. :-)
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I took my students to the Lower East Side Tenement Museum this morning. http://www.tenement.org
There is so much rich history to this area. We have been discussing immigration and community and poverty, so I thought it would be good for them to get out of their books and into an actual building, real flats where people lived, to feel what it was like to be poor during the late 19th Century depression and that of 1929.
I have a terrible habit of romanticizing history. My grandfather was born in the LES and grew up here. Now I live here. I wonder if there is a way to work my interest into a doctoral dissertation. I suppose I have a few years to think about it. But in the meantime, the ghosts of my past come out to visit. My jewish name is "Gita Hannah" and though I have no direct memories of 'Tante Hannah' (seeing as how she died before I was born), I feel an intimate connexion with her. I'm told she was a bit odd, chose to work instead of marry, and was something of a slob. Sounds an awful lot like me...
But anyway, yesterday I went and visited my friend the tattoo artist Skull. I told him he's very dangerous for me, to which I received a taunting flirtatiousness about him really being 'good' for me. Since certain 'good' things are, alas, not on his agenda, I can at least take pleasure in the meeting of creative minds. Namely, more tattoos. The mandala-like self-creation on my left arm is fading. It was only put on two years ago by a female artist who came with a good reputation. But it isn't holding up as it should. So, we are considering covering it over and recreating it elsewhere. Idea--to cover it with a black sheep (cute and cartoony) munching on grass and flowers, surrounded by two tulips. I've always wanted to have two intertwining tulips as a tattoo, but I can't say why. Black sheep has an obvious meaning, but the the tulips are something else. But I'm hesitant to cover up the faded tattoo. So, I don't know what I'm going to do. Not that it matters when I haven't any money...
So, I went out last night for a change. Received cheers of "Gina! You came out!" But I didn't have a good time. Sometimes I wonder if it's not a mild depression. More often, I think it is a change of my needs and priorities. Can it be maturity? I mean, I will be 35 next month (gasp!). But I go out, spend money, don't meet anyone new, have a boring time, and go home reminded why I never go out. Yet I lament not meeting any potential love interests when I stay at home. I feel like a Smiths' song. Come out and find the one that you love... Go on your own, leave on your own... It's an odd sort of thing, really. I am social, but not in these settings anymore. More and more, I am just bored. I don't enjoy the idle drunken chatter. It does nothing to inspire me. What is a girl to do? Join a book club perhaps?
...dive deeper into one's inner world... Work on fanfiction. Read others' works. So on a parting note, I recommend you have a look at this WiP. No smut, but plenty to inspire you. Heart Over Mind It's put me back in the mood to work on my WiP Rom To My Private Dungeon, a comedic love story with lemon scenes included.
P.S. Nymphadora got her sutures removed yesterday and is doing splendidly!
Yippee. It worked! Thanks for stopping by. :-)