elaby: (Starsky & Hutch - <3)
I've been reading The Green Carnation, a book that was originally published anonymously in 1894 and which is about characters who are essentially Oscar Wilde and Lord Alfred Douglas. According to Wikipedia, the book was scandalous, but as far as I've read, I'm not really sure why. Unless being a veiled fictional story about a living person is scandalous. Anyway, so far, it's pretty much one of those Victorian novels where people sit around and expound about their opinions on life, the universe, and everything. While this is intellectually stimulating, it's only entertaining if you're in the right mood. I have been, luckily :)

Lord Reggie, the Lord Alfred Douglas character, has only once so far reminded me of me, but it was in a very funny passage. Mrs. Windsor (the "she" in the first line), at whose cottage the main characters are staying, thinks that Lord Reggie is going to propose to another of the guests.

"Something has happened," she thought. "Can Reggie have said anything already?"

She walked into the breakfast-room, where she found Lord Reggie alone.

He was holding up a table-spoon filled with marmalade to catch the light from a stray sunbeam that filtered in through the drawn blinds, and wore a rapt look, a "caught up" look, as Mrs. Windsor would have expressed it.

"Good morning," he said softly. "Is not this marmalade Godlike? This marvellous, clear, amber glow, amber with a touch of red in it, almost makes me believe in an after life. Surely, surely marmalade can never die!"

"I must have been mistaken," Mrs. Windsor thought, as she expressed her sense of the eternity of jams in general in suitable language.


*giggles*
elaby: (Roxas)
I apparently need a Bunny and Raffles tag XD

So what do I do after a weekend of running around looking at beautiful yarn and wool and sweaters and kangaroos (no, really, there were kangaroos there) in the cold? I write six pages of babbling about Victorian detectives burglars!

First, discussion of what I've read. Second, excerpts and squee! Spoilers for The Amateur Cracksman and The Black Mask (aka Further Adventures of the Amateur Cracksman) )
elaby: (Minako - SQUEE!)
More Bunny and Raffles squee! Incidentally, fandom, is the normal idiom "Bunny and Raffles" or "Raffles and Bunny"? For some reason, the first one easily presented itself, but, as "Watson and Holmes" sounds very strange to my ears, I wanted to ask.

I've read more. These two just never get old.

Blah blah blah, and blah some more )

What am I going to do for icons for these two?
elaby: (Holmes - Paget Holmes)
On the recommendation of various lovely people on Twitter, I started reading "The Amateur Cracksman" today. This is a collection of Victorian-era stories about A.J. Raffles, gentleman thief, and his unabashedly adoring sidekick, Bunny. Yes, Bunny. It's a public school nickname.

They were written by E. W. Hornung, who I believe was Arthur Conan Doyle's brother-in-law, and probably the biggest concurrent-era ACD fanboy I've ever heard of. The Raffles and Bunny stories I've read so far are absolutely freaking delightful, and are almost mind-blowingly slashy. Hornung did base Raffles on George Ives, early gay rights activist, but I think it's debated whether Hornung was aware of that part of Ives's career. At any rate, holy moly on a cracker, the slashiness.

In which I babble and make inevitable comparisons to Holmes )
elaby: (H&W&L - What?)
I finally (finally - I'm so slow!) finished my annotations of "The Six Napoleons" for [livejournal.com profile] janeturenne's fabulous The Slasher's Annotated Sherlock Holmes. This was just about the most fun thing I've ever done. I know why I did my MA in literature XD No doubts at all. This is what I thrive on.

The Slasher's Annotated "The Six Napoleons"

As always, with me, my interpretations can be seen as slashy or not. SIXN is such a significant story in regards to the sometimes-uncertain friendship between Holmes and Lestrade that I focus mostly on that in my annotations, but as always, there are several bits that discuss Watson and Holmes. I also made liberal use of the OED in figuring out some archaic terms. Whee!

And I have had such a busy, wonderful weekend that it's definitely time to collapse into bed! I can't believe it's Sunday night already!

ILU, OED

Mar. 21st, 2009 06:09 pm
elaby: (Rochester)
I love you, Oxford English Dictionary!

I'm so lucky my wife works at a University and can get me into the OED online. It's so incredibly useful. I'm working on some annotations for [livejournal.com profile] janeturenne's Slasher's Annotated Sherlock Holmes, which is already so darn awesome. I'm doing "The Six Napoleons," and I'm LOVING IT, I tell you. Can I be a professional fan? This is why I went into English Lit in school, by the way, because what I do for fun is try to figure out why such-and-such fictitious character used this phrase instead of that one.

Poor Mr. Rochester never gets his icon used *uses it*
elaby: (Nibelungenlied - gems)
You guys probably already know this, as you're all awesome and know stuff, but a new Tolkien book is going to be released in May. [livejournal.com profile] caitirin's Librarian told her about it, and she told me about it, and it went something like this:

[livejournal.com profile] caitirin: [[Librarian]] said that they found another Tolkien manuscript that they're publishing this year. And I knew I had to tell you, because it's about... Sigurd? And this ring? Wagner made an opera out of it?
[livejournal.com profile] elaby: OMFG NIBELUNGENLIED FLAIL!!!!!
[livejournal.com profile] caitirin: Thought so *grins*

It's not quite the Nibelungenlied; it's more like Volsungasaga, which I liked almost as much (just as much in some ways). But they both take stuff from the same source. Which is apparently what this is also based on. EEEEEEEEEE XD

HarperCollins is to publish a new book by the late Lord of the Rings author J R R Tolkien. The Legend of Sigurd and Gudrún, edited and introduced by Tolkien’s son Christopher, will be published in hardback in May 2009.

The previously unpublished work was written while Tolkien was professor of Anglo-Saxon at Oxford University during the 1920s and '30s, before he wrote The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings. The publication will make available for the first time Tolkien’s extensive retelling in English narrative verse of the epic Norse tales of Sigurd the Völsung and the Fall of the Niflungs.


From here.

We're watching Richard III now, because Edward Hardwicke ("new Watson*") is in it. He plays Lord Stanley, and he's adorable. *wants to hug him* He's probably going to get killed in a horrible way, knowing this play. [edit: Hey, what do you know, he lived!]

Aaw, Clarence, you're such a sweet naive schmuck.

*[livejournal.com profile] caitirin and I have taken to referring to David Burke's Watson in the Granada series as "old Watson" and Edward Hardwicke's as "new Watson". Which is kind of misleading as David Burke was younger.

*splode*

Nov. 21st, 2008 10:22 pm
elaby: (Mr. Bennet)
My BRAIN, she is MUSH.

I'm a teensy bit behind on my Nano (bwagh!) but my Excel tracker thing still says I'll be done on the 30th, so. Oh well. I'm at a place which I had meant to be interesting but is blah in the extreme right now. I just need to skip it to get to more murder and death. *bloodthirsty*

I'm reading The Woman in White right now, another Wilkie Collins book, and OMFG I LOVE IT. I want to go read it right now, actually, instead of working on my Nano. I'm greatly enjoying helping [livejournal.com profile] caitirin with her GO Exchange fic, though, which is largely why I haven't gotten much written otherwise tonight. Muaha. Also, there is the braindeath. I blame Friday.

Tomorrow there will be bagels with [livejournal.com profile] coastal_spirit and then there will be much listening to Clive Merrison and Michael Williams in the BBC Sherlock Holmes, which by the way I got the entire series of for my birthday *SPLODES WITH JOY* and maybe even some watching of new Granada Holmes what I got, and then Quantum of Solace! And Sunday there will probably be Without a Clue! YAY! I'm so lucky!

Thank you to everyone for birthday wishes and presents and everything :) So much love for you guys. *squishes you all with love*
elaby: (Gackt - alone)
I've been on a Sherlock Holmes kick lately (thank you, [livejournal.com profile] _melisande_!) and I bought the complete Sherlock Holmes in two volumes yesterday, for less than $15 \o/ I read A Study in Scarlet today. And I was poking around the internets, and I read a reference to this part from The Adventure of the Three Garridebs. This sort of thing is all the motivation I need to read through hundreds of pages of stories looking for more of the same. Be still, my little fannish heart!

Holmes and Watson are confronting a criminal (the first "he") in an empty house.

In an instant he had whisked out a revolver from his breast and had fired two shots. I felt a sudden hot sear as if a red-hot iron had been pressed to my thigh. There was a crash as Holmes’s pistol came down on the man’s head. I had a vision of him sprawling upon the floor with blood running down his face while Holmes rummaged him for weapons. Then my friend’s wiry arms were round me, and he was leading me to a chair.
“You’re not hurt, Watson? For God‘s sake, say that you are not hurt!”
It was worth a wound — it was worth many wounds — to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain. All my years of humble but single-minded service culminated in that moment of revelation.
“It’s nothing, Holmes. It‘s a mere scratch.”
He had ripped up my trousers with his pocket-knife.
“You are right,” he cried with an immense sigh of relief. “It is quite superficial.” His face set like flint as he glared at our prisoner, who was sitting up with a dazed face. “By the Lord, it is as well for you. If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive.”


Now, I'd like to note that this doesn't make me squee because I think Holmes and Watson are shagging. It makes me squee more because OMG YAY affection!

I <3 Victorian male friendship (see Ezra Jennings and Franklin Blake). I also have discovered (somewhat belatedly) that I like mysteries. I never thought I did, but hello - Holmes, Marlowe, Dresden. And Justin de Quincy! I love mysteries! It's just that I have to love the detective too.
elaby: (Banged by Byron)
We all knew this was what you were really up to, Catullus.

Two short (funny, brilliant, exactly what I was imagining in Roman Authors class) fics by [livejournal.com profile] meretricula:

Odi et amo, and other contradictions

Party like it's 99 BC

I wonder how many times now Catullus has shown up in my LJ.

Jane Eyre

Feb. 3rd, 2007 09:27 pm
elaby: (Yuna - I can hear you)
[livejournal.com profile] freyjakj asked me to let her know when I'd seen the new Masterpiece Theatre's Jane Eyre, and I just watched the last half tonight.

Homg.

That's definitely, definitely the best Jane Eyre movie-type thing I've ever seen. Jane was exactly how I imagine her and Rochester was exactly like I imagine him (though I know I think of him as being slightly more dashing/pretty/etc than he's supposed to be). Both actors did a splendid job. The guy who played Rochester also played Orsino in the Twelfth Night with Ben Kingsley as Feste, and he was much better in this even than he was in Twelfth Night. Only once or twice did I even recognize his expression as an Orsino one. I find Orsino pretty irritating, so I'm glad he did Rochester the kind of justice I felt he did.

I ALMOST was very upset with it when I thought they had completely skipped the bit where Jane actually tells Rochester she's going to leave, which I felt was really important to both their characters and their relationship. Luckily, they showed it in flashback :3 And I liked the end MUCH better than the book's ending, although the events happened the same. I really liked the way they treated it. Squee times twelve.

Now to go download some icons XD
elaby: (Touga - red and grey)
Theory paper first draft = finished except for conclusion

[eta: Conclusion done!]

I thought it was high time for another round of "[livejournal.com profile] elaby posts ridiculous quotations from the lit she's reading for school." The last time was all the way back when I read Dido, Queen of Carthage, and that wasn't even silly... it just sounded like a Dido song.

This, on the other hand, is pretty damn silly. Uhh, Shakespeare... I'm really sorry about this, but I think I may be leaving you for Marlowe.

From Hero and Leander (rewriting classical myths for the win!) Leander, the boy, has just asked Hero, the girl, who she's pledged her closely-guarded virginity to.

'To Venus,' answered she, and as she spake,
Forth from those two translucent cisterns brake
A stream of liquid pearl, which down her face
Made milk-white paths, whereon the gods might trace
To Jove's high court.

Wackiest metaphor for crying ever.

And just to balance that with prettiness, a description of the city where they're having a festival to Adonis:

For every street like to a firmament
Glistered with breathing stars

I [heart] Marlowe's extravagant writing. Always good for a laugh!
elaby: (Anthy - gone)
First of all, the Five Things meme that's been going around! Because [livejournal.com profile] caitirin is having way too much fun for me to not get in on it.

Five Things in a List meme

Here's how it works: Give me a "five things" list prompt and I will write you a list and post it in my journal. You can ask about any five things anyone did or did not do, five objects, five instances, or anything else in the fandom of your choice: original characters, Utena, Gundam Wing, Harry Potter, Sailor Moon, X-Files, Firefly, Weiss Kreuz, Rurouni Kenshin, Lord of the Rings, Shakespeare... and probably anything else that you know I like but have left it out here.

That out of the way:

Is he gone?
Ay, but he'll come again, he cannot go.
He loves me too too well to serve me so.
Yet he that in my sight would not relent
Will, being absent, be obdurate still.
By this is he got to the water-side;
And see, the soldiers take him by the hand,
But he shrinks back, and now, rememb'ring me,
Returns amain: welcome, welcome, my love!
But where's Aeneas? Ah, he's gone, he's gone!

-- Christopher Marlowe, Dido, Queen of Carthage act 5, scene 1, lines 183-92

My lover's gone
His boots no longer by my door
He left at dawn
And as I slept I felt him go
Returns no more
I will not watch the ocean
My lover's gone
No earthly ships will ever bring him home again
Bring him home again

- Dido, My Lover's Gone

LJ tagging

Aug. 22nd, 2006 02:54 pm
elaby: (Spock - *headdesk*)
[livejournal.com profile] hak_42 kindly brought it to my attention, through asking about some of my HP fanart, that I apparently am teh suck at LJ tagging. Because I can't find ONE PIECE of HP fanart through using my tags. And I know I've posted some. WTF. I also have been thwarted many times in the past looking for things and not finding them because I apparently haven't tagged them. In the move over from DeadJournal, which was a thousand times less complicated than [livejournal.com profile] caitirin's move, I managed to organize things very badly, I think.

So I've been going through my posts and tagging them better. Most of them are all right, but sometimes I miss stuff. I've also created some new tags - one for "words," and one for "utena" that's separate from my "anime" tag, which I usually file Utena stuff under.

Also, reading some of my posts about Brit Lit class when I was a sophomore = MORTIFYING.

Sophomore Year [livejournal.com profile] elaby: *rants about how stupid Gawain is and totally misinterprets everything* *goes on to talk about how Poe is so much more talented than Shelley*

MA [livejournal.com profile] elaby: *pulls shirt up over head in embarassment*

Yeezus, how could I have said that the alliteration in Gawain was ANNOYING? It's hysterical! And after reading Malory for four weeks, OMFG give me alliteration ANY DAY. I also didn't even APPROACH understanding of Gawain's character or the narrator's attitude toward purity and being a normal human. *hides under desk*

And while Shelley may drive me BANANAS sometimes, and while I might like Poe's lyrical style better and enjoy reading his poetry more, there is no denying that Shelley kicks Poe's ass in terms of being a... a... a wordsmith, I guess. Poe's stuff is beautiful and musical, and I can read it without my head threatening to explode, but it doesn't approach the level of care and attention that Shelley's does. You could probably write twenty pages on how Shelley's use of grammar mirrors his subject matter and never even have to break out the BS. His stuff is masterfully constructed in every aspect, not just in how it sounds.

That doesn't mean I have to like his poetry. But not to respect it would be just dumb.

Er, I think I got a little off track... what I was I talking about? Oh, yes, tags. I got up to 2004 and stopped there for now.
elaby: (Jericho - brown)
Yet I'm getting more work done than usual. Hm O.o

In [livejournal.com profile] userpicks, they were talking about how Kirk never actually says "Beam me up, Scotty" in any of the Star Trek episodes or movies (possibly in the cartoon, I've heard?). Then someone mentioned that Holmes has never actually said, "Elementary, my dear Watson." I didn't know that one.

Nifty Snopes.com article on "Elementary"

The whole phenomenon of a quote assigned to someone who didn't say it, or a misquote of a famous line, is really interesting. It's like how some people/sources (I'm thinking of an old Loony Tune in particular) think that the line is "Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him well" whereas it is actually "I knew him, Horatio."

Poor Horatio, omitted by years of quoters.

There's a little red light blinking on my phone, and I have no idea why.

Nano names

Jun. 4th, 2006 05:09 pm
elaby: (Jin - honor)
Since we skipped a day yesterday going to a wedding, [livejournal.com profile] caitirin and I have to do double word count today for Nano ^_^ We were both somewhat ahead of schedule ([livejournal.com profile] caitirin moreso than myself), but it would be good to keep ahead.

I've decided to name the Earl in my novel after Novalis, who wrote one of the most cracked-out books I've ever read, Heinrich von Ofterdingen. So if you're looking for a Romantic poem-in-the-form-of-a-novel that reads like a Classicist's acid trip, this is the book for you. It is, unfortunately, unfinished. I think it would have made a great deal more sense if Novalis had gotten to write the whole thing.
elaby: (Gackt - alone)
As I finished reading LJ and checking other procrastinatory things, I said to myself "I guess I'll work on revising my ethnography now." *digs in jacket pocket for keys* *finds keys* *stares at empty flash drive holder* Orrrr not.

Today is one of those days, especially at around 10:00 this morning, when the air quality is such that everything looks hyper-real. The grass is practically fluorescent green. The sky is bright, deep blue, unbroken by clouds. The sunlight is so clear that the beginnings of leaves are almost yellow on top and black in the shadows. You can see it all so clearly that it makes me want to TOUCH everything - the trees and the grass and the rocks and the road.

I've been looking around for summer job options. YAY. -_-

I suppose I should do something productive with my time this afternoon. Maybe I'll make an outline for my Detective Fiction paper, or finish Njal's Saga. I just slogged through a dozen chapters that consisted only of people finding ways to invalidate their opponant's claims in court. In between each one of those were paragraphs that chronicled people's procedure in calling witnesses, laying out accusations, and other law-type things. That consisted of someone repeated their speech about four times for each time they made a slight adjustment to their claim.

ARG.

And okay, WTF is up with this update page? I'm on the main LJ site, updating from there and not from a client, and it appears that my text window keeps expanding. So my text gets shifted around every couple of seconds and I have to scroll from side to side in order to see all that I've written. O.o

Fridays are not motivated days.

[edit: Oh yeaaaaah! I should have remembered that the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] redatt and [livejournal.com profile] anonymous_greg already solved my problem for me. I should go download the new Firefox for this laptop now.]
elaby: (Nibelungenlied - gems)
I'm working on my paper for Medieval Epic and Romance this morning, which involves Gawain's treatment of kin loyalty in "The Death of Arthur." It's pretty fun to write; however, I am seeing me going onto about seven or eight pages of "blah blah blah whee Gawain angst familial relations poor Gareth blah" when I'm only supposed to have 5 e_e Oh well. Better too much, and having to condense, than too little and having to BS.

I also am having a fun time thinking about how this dialogue would translate into modern English.

"Alas," said Sir Gawain, "that ever I should endure to see this woeful day!"

Modern English translation:

"Man," said Sir Gawain, "this BLOWS."

Just wait'll I get to the part where everyone keeps swooning for very pure sorrow.

Random rerouting of conversation time. At the end of May, I'm going to be going to a middle school around here and teaching kids how to draw anime-style for their Student Enrichment Day. I've asked if they want me to teach them any Japanese, because that seems more enriching to me (as [livejournal.com profile] _melisande_ suggested) but I think it's more that it's just a fancy term for Field Day. They e-mailed me today, and somehow got the impression that I have no car O.o even though I didn't mention a car at all in my reply to them. Oh well. They're going to get me a list of anime characters that the kids like, because my luck would be that they would say "We want you to draw Naruto!" and I'd be like "... er, how about Sailor Moon?" And they'd all go "Who?"

Fifteen minutes until I should go heat up lunch. *ponders getting further into her paper, but isn't sure she wants to open up that can of worms, or kettle of fish, or saddlefull of venison, yet*
elaby: (Spock - hand on ass)
You guys have GOT to see the latest addition to Geoffrey Chaucer Hath a Blog. This will be particularly interesting to:

a) people who have wondered who the Pearl Poet, author of "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight", was
b) people who have seen/read Brokeback Mountain
d) a and b
e) everybody else.

Ich and the Perle poete, on Mont Dorse-quasse

Possibly my favorite lines:

... he dide recyte vnto me a tale of Gawaine and the Grene knighte, of whiche he hadde two fitts ywritten. “Ywis,” quod I, “Shal Gavvaine swyve the wyf of Bertilak? And yf so, ergo, shal Gawayne paraunter swyve Bertilak?”

“Certes,” he sayd, “t’wolde plesen Kynge Richarde!”


and

“Nay,” quod he, “Sholde this thynge seise us, ynne the wronge place, such as for ensaumple mass, thenne we sholde ben lit uppe lyke lollardes. If thou canst not hele yt, thou muste stande it.”

“I WOLDE I KNEWE HOW OF THEE I MIGHT BE QUITTEN!”


*dies dead*

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