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* LJ has become that toothache that aches when you tongue it but sorta kinda just feels numb when you ignore it. There are many many reasons for this and half are mine and I own them and half are the flists and I'm pretty sure they couldn't give a rat's ass....but I'm feeling this particular journal of mine is done. Finished. In the same way my last lj journal came to a horrid messy end. What did we use to say in junior high - it's been real and it's been fun but it hasn't been real fun? Some of you will see my voice again - soon maybe, but others won't and I wish you all the best and have a great life and remember it's short and you gotta embrace all of it and take what you need and leave the rest and be kind and pet animals and rally for the underdog and all of that bumper sticker stuff.

* On a more lj-ey note, I've found a novel that some of you will love - you in particular, bauhausfrau! It is steeped to the brim in that amazing British Lit genre of overlapping lives separated by generations - AS Byatt perfected this niche with "Possession" but Lindsey Clarke pre-dated her with "The Chymical Wedding" (it is shameful that that amazing title is out of print) and now I'm adding this new title to the list "Ghostwalk" by Rebecca Stott. Only 1/3 of the way in but it is beautiful in its prose, shocking on some singular lines and delicious in every imaginable way. What other titles fit this genre? John Fowles' "The French Lieutenant's Woman".

* BSG continues to amaze and generate thought (and lustful vibes for Admiral Adama). How cool is it that we get to see mini-Olmos every time his son is on screen. I love that!

* Not writing. Playing with dogs. And that's good, too.

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laeticiav
Mar. 21st, 2012 10:43 pm (UTC)
I'm almost never on lj now - it seemed compulsive and addictive when I was (and I used it to procrastinate a lot), even though I miss it, and strangely like work, for a pleasure activity. Now. if you're not going to be on it, that is even less reason to want to be back ... your voice was always one of the particularly bright sharp ones that cut through the grey light. Let me know if you are going to be here or elsewhere in the web universe (and if you want bits of the prior journal life following you, of course).
xox A.