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solaciolum: And the clock on the door says it's time for you to go, (cold light)
Thursday, November 11th, 2010 12:34 am
November 10

Glass, enameled copper wire, lock washers. Experimental nonsense that looked much better in my head; I wanted to add some dark red swarovskis to it, but that didn't work out.

Good lord, when did it get to be the tenth. I really, really don't approve. :(

It's looking like I'm going to have to wrestle with school bureaucracy in order to register for classes before the freshmen do; I'm extraordinarily displeased by this, because there are classes that I need to take to graduate, and classes that I desperately want to take, and they're all likely to fill up once the juniors start registering. I emailed the dean this morning, but I still haven't gotten a response. *frustrated, mildly concerned*
solaciolum: King of Night Vision, King of Insight (Default)
Tuesday, November 9th, 2010 11:37 pm
I love it when a plan comes together

Glass and various metals and the sound of cars exploding, faintly, in the distance, and the smell of cigar smoke.

...I have absolutely no idea why these earrings make me think of The A Team. I'm just gonna go with it, though; it's just not worth the effort arguing with my subconscious.
solaciolum: (evanescent)
Tuesday, November 9th, 2010 12:51 am
Somewhere Beyond the Sea

Glass, silver plated wire, and a base metal ship charm. 8 or 9 inches long, depending on where you clasp it; I think I'll pick up some chain tomorrow to make it properly extendable so it isn't quite so long. (Although I confess I don't actually know how long a bracelet should be; I have tiny wrists, and I don't wear bracelets as a rule, anyway- I have a tendency to lose them.)

Very fond of the colors in this one; glad that I have more of these beads. They (and the ones in yesterday's earrings) came from a friend's destashing endeavor, so I have a gigantic bag full of odds and ends and assorted unsorted beadery. I'll have to sort them all eventually, but it's something like three pounds of beads, so the task is a little daunting.
solaciolum: Pie: It's Good Stuff (pie)
Sunday, November 7th, 2010 09:57 pm
Chrismas Candy

Glass, bronze wire, gold colored earwires. These beads look like delicious, delicious ribbon candy. :)
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Sunday, November 7th, 2010 12:05 am

Silver, swarovski, and some mystery stones. Kind of meh on these, but at least I churned something out; today was an unproductive day all around. (These have been sold.)
solaciolum: Six String Samurai, the Four Guitarists of the Apocalypse, "Nice Shoes" (nice shoes)
Friday, November 5th, 2010 11:37 pm
In retrospect, maybe I should've tried to make something Guy Fawkes-y or V for Vendetta-ish today, but man, I am in such a blaaaargley kind of mood right now.

These earrings are pleasantly spring-like, instead. (Crappy picture is crappy and taken over the kitchen table, alas.)

November 5

Glass and sterling silver; these are more beads from my recent trip out to Pennington (like yesterday's ammonite beads), and I adore them. And speaking of beads that I adore, I got my Beads of the Month package for October today, full of nifty fossilized things like pieces of dinosaur bone (!!!!) and petrified wood. Am excited.
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Friday, November 5th, 2010 12:05 am
I got a little bit carried away today. Two pieces! (Technically three but I forgot to photograph one of them so it'll get put up later.) One of which is a necklace! I've never successfully made a necklace before!

Shiny things! )

I need to find a better photography set up; right now I'm relying on a single full spectrum lamp that shines at a really awkward angle for picture taking. It's certainly better than the alternative, which would be relying on the insufficient incandescent lights around my worktable, but I'm not exactly pleased with any of the pictures I've taken this month. I'll have to do proper pictures of things at the end of the month, I guess. Photography has never been my strong suit, so this, too, is a learning experience.
solaciolum: Yoshitaka Amano Tarot: The Hermit (hermit)
Wednesday, November 3rd, 2010 11:00 pm
Bracelets are really hard to photograph. Also, I probably should've done this in copper, not silver, so I wouldn't have had to half ass the clasp (you can't see it, but believe me, it is missing one whole buttock), and so it would have made a matched set with The Salmon Hungers.


I am enjoying this project a great deal so far; I'm hoping it will help push me outside of my comfort zone and try making new and different things. More pendants, more bracelets, maybe even a necklace- something other than endless pairs of earrings.

Today was a bit of an odd day, until I realized I was completely dehydrated. That tends to put me a little out of my head, and I'm still feeling kind of scattered and full of the urge to chew my fingers off. *sigh*

The next town over is on fire; brushfires are pretty rare around here, so I was kind of alarmed to see the giant cloud of black smoke on the horizon when I got out of class.
solaciolum: Yoshitaka Amano Tarot: The Fool (fool)
Tuesday, November 2nd, 2010 11:45 pm
I think I may start having the problem where I spend too much time at my work table. >_> Two pieces today:

November 2

To go with yesterday's pendant, lampwork glass and sterling silver (not silver plated) wire. (These have been sold.)

Blood in the Gears

Zinc alloy lock washers, enameled copper wire, and swarovski crystals. I imagine I'll be making a whole bunch of similar looking gear-y earrings this month.

Pretty much everything I make is up for grabs (including all the stuff that's already up on my flickr) so, uh. If you see anything you like, let me know. Pricing is sort of on a "what are you willing to pay me?" scale, and I'm more than happy to barter.
solaciolum: Yoshitaka Amano Tarot: The Magician (magician)
Monday, November 1st, 2010 06:57 pm
Instead of NaNoWriMo this year (since I've no desire to even pretend to make the attempt anymore), I'm doing a sort of daily crafting challenge. I'm determined to spend at least one hour a day at my work table, Making Things.

Here is my offering for the first of November:

November 1

Lampwork glass and silver plated wire, and I'll get around to making matching earrings eventually. Pleased with how this came out, though I may redo it at some point in the future. I'm fond of those beads, and I'm glad I finally figured out what to do with them.
solaciolum: Pie: It's Good Stuff (pie)
Friday, October 29th, 2010 02:12 pm
I have a Kindle! And yes, normally I make angry hissing noises at devices that don't support non-DRM formats, but um. I'm shallow. And the latest-gen Kindles are pretty. I've done more reading in the last week since I got it than I have in the last month, which is lovely. (I can read on the bus! And it doesn't make me nauseous! This is so awesome for me.) I'm also finding it incredibly useful for doing my class readings, since reading .pdfs on my computer always makes me dreadfully irritable.

She has no name yet, but I'm working on that. So far I've read The Scarlet Pimpernel, thanks to Project Gutenberg's lovely supply of classic trashy adventure stories. (I have half a dozen Rafael Sabatini books, too!) And is offering all of the Vorkosigan books except Memory for free in various formats! I'm rereading them from the beginning, since I can't remember where in the series I left off before. Free books! Free books make me so happy.

And Catherynne Valente's new novel, The Habitation of the Blessed hits dead tree stores on November 1, but Amazon released the ebook two weeks early- and since I am the biggest Valente fangirl ever, this felt a bit like the internet was giving me a birthday present. I'm about halfway through, and it is delicious.

Also reading The Cross and the Prodigal because of a comment thread on Slacktivist (one-click book buying: seriously dangerous). I've read through the exegesis-y parts, but the rest of the book is a one act play that I am somewhat less interested in. And I picked up the first book in N.K. Jemisin's Inheritance Trilogy because, well. One click book buying. *hangs head in shame* Haven't started it yet; I will once I finish Habitation, because if I start reading too many books at once, I will suffer crushing book anxiety and stop reading altogether.

You know what else is awesome? The fact that AO3 lets you download fic in ebook format. So my Kindle is not only full of books, it is also full of porn. Porn that I can read on the bus between classes. Life is good. >:D
solaciolum: Ghost Rider does not approve of your shennanigans. (not amused)
Thursday, October 14th, 2010 10:40 pm
I've been having a rocky week and a half, and then I woke up this morning full of horrific lethargy and a spreading dull ache reaching from my navel to my knees and I thought: oh, uterus, really? And suddenly everything made sense.

This did not, however, make me hurt any less. 800mg of ibuprofin did- but hurting less did not mean not hurting today, and usually I can get all the way to not-hurting on 400mg. So I spent most of my lunch break curled up in the back seat of my car, and then I nearly burst into tears in Arabic.

I have not yet learned how to say "My reproductive organs are waging war on the rest of my body" in either Arabic or Persian yet. Perhaps I should look into that.

The joint pain is actually a relatively new thing; I don't think it started more than a year or two ago. It's been accompanied by more lower back pain lately, too. I disapprove of this. And, of course, every time this happens- whenever it gets this bad (which isn't often, thankfully)- I have to deal with my mom scolding me for not timing my painkillers better, for not going on an elimination diet, or taking multivitamins, or doing yoga or or or.

In other news, I now have a camera that works (this is new! and exciting!); I have many things to take pictures of. And in other other news...I got nothin', really. Life continues apace. Some day I may actually figure out what the hell I am doing.
solaciolum: And the clock on the door says it's time for you to go, (cold light)
Wednesday, September 29th, 2010 10:36 pm
So. This hit the news today: Rutgers Student commits suicide after webcast of sexual encounter. This is my school; the story was all over the evening news when I got home from class today, and the president sent out an email to the student body, expressing condolences and reiterating the university's commitment to fostering diversity.

I am kind of surprisingly fucked up by this. I got into a shouty argument with my father over it, and that's two things I never do: raise my voice, and talk back to my dad. (His stance was that, of course the students who took the video were in the wrong, but Clementi had no right to be having sex with another boy in his dorm room. Because clearly, blaming the victim in this situation is somehow appropriate, and dorm rooms are sacred spaces that should never be sullied with gay sex. Had I been able to produce a more coherent argument than "What the FUCK are you FUCKING TALKING ABOUT," I might have asked how he'd have felt if Clementi had been straight.)

I suppose this is hitting me harder than I feel like it should because I've been spending a lot of time lately thinking about how frustrating it is to constantly feel like I'm the only queer person in any of my classes. Statistically, I know I can't be- but the feeling is there all the same, and every time one of my teachers wants to do a "thought experiment" where he jokingly compares marrying someone of the same sex to marrying a turtle, or when one of my classmates offers to help me find a boyfriend, I just. It's tiring, and it's exacerbated by the fact that I go back to my parents' house at the end of the day. It's the only thing about my alma mater I really miss, now- and today was Mountain Day, which feels a bit like a slap in the face at this point.

My father did eventually backpedal and rescind his argument, to a point, after he remembered which of his children he was speaking to. He decided to blame the university for not being more careful about pairing up compatible roommates. Because the issue here is obviously that some people just can't be trusted to live with a gay roommate. Obviously. It's a better stance than "he got what he deserved," but it doesn't really solve any problems. It isn't the university's responsibility to coddle bigotry- particularly not when Rutgers makes such a big deal out of being the most demographically diverse school in the country. The rooming assignments are not to blame; putting a bully or a bigot in a room with someone they aren't likely to victimize doesn't make them less of a bully or a bigot. It just means they have to look a little further afield to find targets.

It's the university's responsibility to create an environment where bullying and bigotry will not be tolerated- but the blame still lies with those fucking abhorrent pieces of shit who thought it would be fun to out and publicly humiliate this kid, just for shits and giggles.

I don't know. I am just- so incredibly, deeply upset. That's it, that's all I've got right now: rage and sadness.
solaciolum: Yoshitaka Amano Tarot: The Magician (magician)
Tuesday, September 14th, 2010 09:48 pm
Much to my eternal disappointment, I was booted from Syntax for the sin of not being a linguistics major or minor; being myself and not someone with, say, a spine or a tendency to expend effort in arguing with bureaucracy, I let it go. I'll see if I can't get into one of the mid level classes next semester, but I intend to find a copy of the textbook on the cheap and do my best to follow the syllabus anyway.

So! Only four classes for me this semester: my study-hall-equivalent required survey course, my Arabic and Persian classes, and Framing Islam in the Media, which is going to be like delicious candy in critical thinking form.

I've been studying Russian again in my spare time, as well (spare time being defined as "time in which I ought to be doing other work"). This is in part because I'm still working through Mayakovsky- I'm stalled about fifty pages from finishing, because the problem with many biographies is that you know how they're going to end. And this one is going to end with Mayakovsky putting a bullet in his brain at the age of thirty six. *sigh* I've also been listening to FYE's cover of "Love is War" on repeat quite a bit and I recognize just enough words to get frustrated about not understanding more of it.

I made a very silly pair of earrings the other day- I think they're called "The Salmon Hungers." I still have too many beads shaped like tiny fish and bears, though; perhaps I will make a matching bracelet- but perhaps that would be too silly. Perhaps not.
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Thursday, September 9th, 2010 12:44 am
In the interest of not losing the ability to count the number of times I have been literally blinded by rage on one hand, I am going to swear off watching televised news programs, lets give it until the end of the year, I think. Not that I watch the news terribly often anyway; when I need to partake of mainstream media news sources, I go to, and even that doesn't happen with great frequency.

classes classes other stuff classes )
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Thursday, September 2nd, 2010 03:08 pm
Good lord, but I hate survey classes. "Let's cram the whole history of the Middle East into a single semester! You'll totally get something useful out of this." Tomorrow I get to see if I can sneak into Syntax; if not, I'll be taking Islam in the Media, and fuck having an elective this semester. *le sigh*

Arabic was better today; I'm sitting in one of the lounges, eating lunch, before Persian in ten minutes. The building I'm in was built in the 60s, back when there were race riots happening all over this area. What was originally an architectural attempt at building a riot-proof building (each wing has only a certain number of entrances, so that sections could be sealed off- and most sections don't connect to one another internally) has now become an experiment in psychological torture for the students trying to find their classrooms.

A portion of the psychology department is supposedly located somewhere in here- not the whole department, just a part of it. Somewhere. I'm pretty sure they just got lost when the rest of the department moved to a different campus. And my department is somewhere in this building- I've been to the offices before, I know I have. But if you asked me how to get there from where I am now, I could not tell you.
solaciolum: Please be careful, I exist in someone else's head. (Annie)
Wednesday, September 1st, 2010 11:36 pm
Had Persian and Arabic today- the classes are on different campuses, and less than an hour apart, which is going to be fun when it gets colder and the buses are even more overloaded than they already are. Also, going from thinking in Arabic to thinking in Farsi gives me brain cramps, and my words keep coming out in the wrong order. >_<

om nom nom languages )
solaciolum: And suddenly, it's 2005 all over again, with the leaves and the rain forever, amen. (autumn)
Wednesday, August 25th, 2010 07:34 pm
I can't remember when I bought Wiktor Woroszylsk's The Life of Mayakovsky- I found it at a used bookstore (probably The Strand, but I've honestly no idea), and it has sat on my bookshelf for quite some time, looking intimidating and mysterious in a way that is particularly appropriate for a biography of Vladimir Mayakovsky.

a bit of pointless, conclusionless nattering )
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Friday, August 20th, 2010 07:24 pm
Hey, remember when I used to post here? ...or anywhere that wasn't Twitter? ...yeah. M-me neither.

I'm probably going to offer a pair or two of earrings for auction on [ profile] help_pakistan eventually, once I dig out a camera to photograph some of my newer stuff. I finally bought some silver wire, and it's been a bit nerve wracking to work with (expensive!) but good; it's very very different from the copper and bronze I've been using, and I like that. I also have some antiqued, dead soft bronze to play with. It'll be fun for more steampunky stuff, but I'm still fond of the color of my full hard industrial bronze, and I like the way it looks as it develops a natural tarnish.

I have a bag full of polymer clay that I still need to do something with; it's also nearly crocheting season again, and I've afghans to finish. I am not going to start putting together bootleg silkscreen apparatuses, no matter how much I want an AssCreed t-shirt. I'd never wear it, and I'd inevitably make a mess with the paint.

Been watching True Blood, and I'll probably have some thoughts to put together about it eventually; ditto Royal Pains and White Collar, although I've been more of a casual "brain in the off position" TV watcher this summer than an analytical one. I'd been planning to watch Warehouse 13, but S2E1 left a terrible taste in the back of my mind; I do adore a well done female villain, but I take a very real and very personal offense at the "angry feminist" trope.

blathering and minutiae; school stuff, mostly )
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Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010 08:38 pm
Crossposted to the AO3
Rating: Teen? There's a bit of naughty language and some groping, nothing explicit.
Pairing: Shaun/Desmond
Notes: I adore the idea of Shaun and Rebecca as best biffles. I also apparently really adore the idea of Shaun not liking zombie movies, since that keeps coming up when I write the 2012 crew. I've had this stupid joke about the Order of Assassins not discriminating against members on the basis of age, sex, national origin, etc., etc., what-have-you in my head since April. It is a terrible joke, and I should have kept it in my head. I mean, seriously, when the premise of your story revolves around the Employment Non-Discrimination Act, you just need to stop.

Further notes )