So, a few weeks back I ran into this one-page RPG on Tumblr. It's called "Escape from Triassic Park", and it's basically "Jurassic Park from the dinosaur perspective," with very fast and silly rules for maximum mayhem. This afternoon, I decided to try it out, and run a very short, very fast game of it for anyone who wanted to play.

(N.B.: The RPG was created by these folks based on the RPGs done by this guy and seems most like this RPG of his about criminal bears. Note has been also made of its similarity to Lasers & Feelings (PDF link), so, credit where it is variously due!)

The obstacles in their path were "all the males are in cryo storage" and "the guards are spliced with dino DNA"; they started "in their own enclosures"; and these are the stories of the Dinosaurs On The Run.

(Most of the OOC comments have been taken out of the log except for clarity, amusement, and where I forgot to do otherwise. One typo has been corrected, and two misordered poses have been put back into order. Otherwise this is exactly as it happened. Based on a true story, etc.)

Session Log )
fadeaccompli: (risky)
( Jun. 26th, 2017 12:30 pm)
Finally turned off the crossposting to LJ; it's been failing ever since the new TOS went up over there, anyway.

Alas, alas, for Livejournal of old. Long live the Dreamdwidth!
fadeaccompli: (determination)
( Jun. 26th, 2017 11:14 am)
I'm never quite sure how to treat my DW account, especially with how silent the place is compared to LJ of old. Not quite a ghost town, but certainly not the neighborhood coffee shop either. A suburb sidewalk, perhaps? We wave to people we pass when we see them outside, watering the lawn or checking the mail. Sometimes we wave from a window as they pass our house, walking the dog. It's quiet. Fairly amiable. Such is.

Well, since my day-to-day chatter is on Twitter, I suppose I treat this as a very broad kind of diary. Thus, recently:

1) I became less sick. Go me. Very much appreciated.

2) I went to Minneapolis for a week, where I:

2a) Met up with professors, picked up a lot of books from the library, saw some classmates (coworkers? what do you call fellow grad students in your department?), and figured out a better direction for the Catullus paper;

2b) Went to Fourth Street Fantasy, as I have apparently been doing for six years now, and had a marvelous time, especially because I was on anti-anxiety meds and carefully using my time, which meant I didn't get to everything I wanted, but I was able to really enjoy all the things I went to, and;

2c) not only enjoyed the panels I attended immensely, but ended up on the traditional impromptu But That's Another Panel at the end of the con, which was on happy endings, wherein I got to argue with people I like and have a great time;

2d) and then headed back home, as it's pretty eerie to be in Minneapolis over the summer, with the office empty and my dog somewhere else;

3) I've been picking up on German on Duolingo again, which is reassuring, in that I still have the basic syntactical structure and simple forms down, even if my vocab is lousy and thus I need Google Translate to get through an academic paper in German, yeesh;

4) I am working valiantly on my Social Services of the Damned project, and finally making the progress I've been wanting;

5) I'm mulling over the Catullus stuff, and about to go to UT and turn my TexShare Card (derived from my Austin City Library card) into a UT Some Title Here Card that will let me check out academic books I need from them, which, y'know, will be helpful, because JSTOR will only get you so far in the research grind, especially in classics, since JSTOR doesn't really do much in the way of non-English resources and I damn well need to pick up some stuff from other languages;

6) ...shit. I need to learn Italian. Should be easy, right? I've got Spanish, I've got Latin, I've got the French basics, how hard could it be?

7) Back to Duolingo it is.

8) Also I've read all the (modern) Squirrel Girl I can find and you guys, it's GREAT, it is ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC, I'm turning into an evangelist for it, and you should read it. The graphic novel collections, the YA novel, anything you can find that's from the last few years. (Prior to that is...iffy.) Seriously. It's great.
fadeaccompli: (chores)
( Jun. 3rd, 2017 03:23 pm)
Being sick does not make me more productive, and I do not particularly like it. Fortunately, the lurgy appears to be lifting! ...unfortunately, it now appears to be descending on the spouse in turn. We are a very wheezy household at the moment. Alas, alas, *cough cough cough* alas.

Poking away at Latin, both for the summer research project (Hello, Catullus!) and prepwork for teaching Latin (Hello, Oxford Latin Course!). Some of it is fun, some of it is tedious. Some of it would be more fun if I were not pausing to drink another bottle of water every twenty minutes.

I saw Wonder Woman and it was pretty darn good. I read Lightning in the Blood and it was good, though not as exciting as the novella before it. I dragged some books to Half Price Books, I played some Persona 5, I outlined the conversational trees for this chapter of Social Services of the Damned. The usual.

The cats are all fine. The dog is anxious. The city is too damn humid. The kitchen always needs cleaning. Summer continues.
fadeaccompli: (chores)
( May. 18th, 2017 12:55 pm)
Back in Austin! I arrived to a glowingly scrubbed house (maids were hired for an afternoon), which is already reacquiring a layer of cruft as three cats, three humans, and a dog walk in and out through various doors, pet or otherwise. But still. It was very nice and the best thing to come home to after two days in the car. The cats are already back to their usual habits around the dog; Zabina will interact with him briefly, Peejee is eating his kibble, and George is hiding in Fuzzy's room. Cats. They have their habits.

I am out at Epoch, the good old coffee shop I love that sometimes has tolerable music and/or quiche, and requires showing up before noon to get a seat. Before 10am if you want an outlet and/or table. I have lots of writing to do. And research! And prepping for teaching Latin! It's going to be a busy summer.

I will not work myself into a rut, mind. Tonight I'll be watching Columbo (we finally got the box set), tomorrow we start on Sense8 Season 2 with friends, and soon my copy of Persona 5 will arrive, which should take the entire summer to play through properly. I'm slowly learning to pace myself, and I view this summer partly as practice for that. I need to learn to not only self-motivate, but to hit deadlines that are a long ways out, by working...well, enough in the time allowed. Not necessarily steadily, but in a way that gets things done on time without burnout or excessive sloth.

Right now I'm avoiding my writing deadlines by reading English Grammar for Students of Latin, which is a rather dry book that I love on principle. After the German Reading class where the prof kept having to explain to students what an adverb was...well, it's nice to have a text to point to, even if I'll still get these questions in class. Or so I am warned.

I'm really excited about teaching Latin. And terrified. And excited. I need to figure out how to do lecture prep! And what examples to use! And I need to work on my pronunciation, lots, so that I'm giving the long and short vowels the proper sounds, and putting my stress on the right places!

By the way, I blame Greek for teaching me to start all sentences with 'and'. Just saying.
fadeaccompli: (thrash)
( May. 11th, 2017 11:24 am)
I just turned in my last essay of the semester. (Unlike last semester, when my three papers totaled to, what, around 30k of writing?, this semester's two papers only hit about 11-12k between them, including footnotes.) I passed my French proficiency exam. Grades were posted already for Greek Prose Comp, and I got an A in that class.

I'm going to move to a different cubicle in the office, go pick up my spouse for lunch, and spend the afternoon playing video games. Maybe I'll even play The Sims! It's been ages.
I had four classes this semester. All the actual class meetings are done, and the last day of finals week is this coming Friday. Let's see how my completion rates are stacking up!

French Reading: Exam taken, exam passed, certificate signed by the department of French & Italian and then turned in to the CNES office to prove I had passed the second of my two modern language requirements. I can officially read French (with a dictionary)! Woo!

Greek Prose Composition: All assignments turned in. As of the final turn-in assignment, Pausanias was being a jerk, walking around in Persian clothes and hiring Egyptians as bodyguards, because he's a military victor and the Persian king is dealing with him.

Poetry of Praise (Latin & Greek): Final (and only) paper turned in; seminars tend to base the whole grade on a single paper, or just about. My argument: Catullus 61 uses direct address as a way of focusing its objects of praise, with the exception of the address to the concubine, who is used as a foil for the bride and groom to keep the praise given in the wedding poem from becoming excessive.

Late Antiquity (History): Final paper is in the "I have done all the research and outlined, now I just need to WRITE the darn thing" stage. My argument: St. Jerome's letters to women treat the slaves of nuns as a form of social presentation, whose nature inherently reflects on the character of the nun in question.

I've got until the 12th for that last paper, but I'd really like to get it done sooner. After all, I have game writing to do, Persona 5 to play, Pokemon to catch, Sense8 to watch, and my entire summer project on Catullus to get started on... Plus prepping for teaching Latin in the fall, whee!
Well, I seem to be off Livejournal now, and no longer crossposting. Oh well. I mention my old Livejournal username here--fadethecat, which I left behind long ago but never bothered to pay to change there--for the help of anyone trying to google their way to my account here.*

Grad school is very difficult. I keep staring wistfully at fanfic I'd like to update, and then getting back to my Greek prose comp homework or what not. I'm lucky enough to not have much pagecount due at the end of this semester; I won't be so lucky next semester, and on top of that, next semester I'll be teaching Latin. So much to do! So little time!

Summer plans: working through the Greek reading list (the Iliad! some lyric poetry! Plato!), working on a research paper about Catullus's long poems (61-64, which is three wedding poems and a weird one), Persona 5, Fourth Street, my little sister's wedding.

There are a fair number of people on DW who I don't follow, and should, because I disliked having overlap between LJ and DW when I checked pages. So ping me if I followed you there and don't seem to be here, if you'd like. I'm too distracted with grad school right now to try to compile that list myself.

The journaling website is dead! Long live the journaling website!

(* Oh, and I changed the names on my Tumblr and AO3 accounts because it feels like I should make it that little bit harder for my future Latin students to accidentally run into my fanfic while trying to figure out how to email me on the weekend or something. But if you follow me over there, that shouldn't change anything. Send me a message if you need the names for those accounts.)
fadeaccompli: (risky)
( Apr. 6th, 2017 10:45 am)
This is just to say--

Wait, no, I can't put this into the plums poem form. I mean, I could, but I probably shouldn't. This is just to say that I am, like many other people, not going to be posting on LJ anymore, just sticking to Dreamwidth. (We'll see if this even crossposts to tell people!) Ping me over here if I follow you on LJ and haven't added your DW account to a tracking circle and you'd like me to; I know I've been very lackadaisical about getting my DW circles filled up, or reading them, because, well, I was so fond of LJ.

Not so much anymore. Oh well. All good things must come to an end.
fadeaccompli: (academia)
( Mar. 16th, 2017 12:03 pm)
Catullus's 64th poem (as the collection comes to us) is what we call an epyllion: a miniature epic, in which poets of his period showed off their ability to handle the epic style and epic topics, without running to the bloated and tedious length that those had become associated with over time. That still makes it his longest extant poem (and likely his longest ever): 408 lines. It's written in a lofty style he didn't usually deploy, a lofty meter, and on a lofty topic: the marriage of Peleus, one of the heroes that sailed in search of the golden fleece, and Thetis, a nymph prophesied to give birth to a son greater than his father. For which reason Zeus, who was terribly interested in her (because Zeus), married her to a mortal instead.

The prophesied son is Achilles, the greatest--and in some senses, last--of the heroes in that Age of Heroes. He's a pretty popular topic for poetry, art, and so forth. I mean, the whole damn Iliad is about him, in a sense: it begins with Achilles being angry and sullen, and ends with the funeral of Hector, pretty much the next-best hero, whom Achilles killed.

In Catullus's telling of the marriage of this man's parents, Achilles gets about a quarter of the poem. Half of it is given over to describing the bedspread on the marriage bed/couch, which shows Ariadne, abandoned by Theseus on an island after she helped him against the minotaur. Because what's more epic than dramatic ekphrasis, right? What's left of the poem is about Peleus, Thetis, and their wedding day.

So, with that introduction given! This is my translation of the poem. I've gone for a very literal translation, where possible--most of my digressions from the literal involve adjusting the syntax or moving an adjective around or swapping something between adjective/gerundive/active verb, so that it doesn't become wildly awkward in English--and I've resisted the urge to footnote.

Assume the usual warnings for anything written in the classical canon.

Long poem is long )
(Inspired by the writeup here of a book on Saint Ijanel, and the subsequent invocation of her in various places to help us stop dawdling and get to doing what we need to do.)

Ijanel is my saint; I shall not linger.
She maketh me to rise up from soft couches:
she leadeth me unto the work waiting.
She restoreth my nerve:
she leadeth me in the paths of productivity for my deadlines' sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of doubt,
I will fear no hesitation: for thou art with me;
thy goad and thy hook they encourage me.
Thou preparest a racecourse before me in the presence of mine doubters:
thou anointest my hands with ink; my spirit runneth over.
Surely action and determination shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will stand at the riverbanks with Ijanel for ever.
fadeaccompli: (academia)
( Jan. 11th, 2017 12:28 pm)
Is this thing on?


Oh, good.

Well. 2016 was quite the year, wasn't it? To the point that I have nothing to say about the year as a year that hasn't already been said more eloquently, and more angrily, by other people.

Me? I'm doing okay. Some significant stress factors in exciting financial areas that are not disastrous (at least in the short term) but aren't a whole lot of fun, either. So, setting that aside, I'll move on.

Grad school is going really well. I deeply enjoy living in Minnesota, especially in a shared apartment in a giant complex where I'm not paying for heat and not shoveling the snow. (Though I kinda want to try snow-shoveling. It looks fun. Probably more fun when it's not mandatory, as is the case with so many things in life.) The dog adapted surprisingly well to the cold; it turns out a small dog with relatively long hair takes DELIGHT in snowbanks, to the detriment at times of the human trying to wade in behind him. I have had to fish Adverb out of neck-deep snow a few times, and he's lost booties (necessary when it gets below 20F or on very salted areas) several times. Meanwhile, I adore the snow and cold now that I have the right gear for it; I'm crocheting some more scarves, I learned all about layering, I have snow boots I really like.

I miss the spouse quite a lot while I'm in Minnesota. But I do get to see him periodically. And he's often being flown off to California or Japan (or, coming up, Tasmania), so it's not as if I'd have him with me constantly if I were in Austin, anyway. We manage.

Grad school itself? A bundle of delights. I mean this honestly. I have liked all my classes so far, and took a lot of joy in live-tweeting some lectures from Archeology of Prehistoric Europe. (In some alternate universe where I have much higher tolerance for heat and sun, I might've gone into archeology.) It's a little weird at times doing graduate classes rather than undergraduate classes; there's a lot less of the constant feedback and grades to evaluate how I'm doing, and everything piles up into a giant heap at the end. In December, I turned in a 25-page paper, a 12-page paper, and an 18-page paper, which is more than I've ever had in a single semester before. Did three presentations, took various tests and quizzes, spent a lot of time buried in So Much Seneca... Good times. Good times.

I'm in Austin right now, over the winter break, though not for much longer. This coming Monday I get to experience the fun that is stuffing my nervous little dog in a carrier and then under the seat on two separate planes for the first time ever. Much more practical than having Rob drive two days to take me to Minnesota then drive two days back to Austin--he's doing enough travel as it is without adding that in!--and I do have some mildly effective sedatives for the dog, but, yeesh. I'm braced.

Turned in my first chapter of the project I'm working on for Choice of Games, which I am quite pleased with. Writing interactive fiction is going pretty well as a side thing while I'm buried in academics; the necessary outlining and the breakdown of any given scene into a series of small chunks with choices means that it's a bit like doing piecework in crochet or yarn. Easy to pack around, pick up and put down quickly. And I'm just having so much fun with IF in general.

Wish I had more time--well, more brain, it's the lack of focus more than lack of hours--to read; my to-read list has gotten enormous, and full of really excellent books I've been waiting for, and still haven't started. But that's academics for you. In any case, I'm glad the new semester is starting soon. I'm taking a bundle of fun classes (French for reading! Ancient Greek prose composition! History of late antiquity! Poems of praise in Greek and Latin!), and the schedule is good for me. I get a lot more exercise, writing, studying, translating, and cooking done when I have a nice schedule to slot it all into. And a dog who no longer has a back yard with a doggy door, and thus needs to be walked three times a day.

So, uh, yeah. That's what I'm up to lately! It's going pretty well, despite some of the stresses and the wretchedness that is 2016 in the less personal sense.

For far too many dog pictures, check out Twitter.
My dog's name:
* Adverb

Things I actually call my dog in practice:
* Darling
* Sweetheart
* Kid
* Kiddo
* Dog
* Small Dog
* This Dog
* Dogkin
* Dogface
* Dogarooni
* Doggy-Dog
* Dog who Dogs like a Dog
* Pup
* Pup-Dog
* Puppy
* Pupperoni
* Pup-Tart
* Puppernickel
* Pup de Pup
* Goofball
* Little Mister Paranoid
* Communist Inspector
* Good Boy!
Everyone wants some awkward Greek translation, right? Right!

Theogony 1-206 )
Behold, a clunky as heck translation of the third book of his work. In which he ramps up to explaining all the reasons why there is no immortal soul, and thus there's no reason to be afraid of death.

Awkwardly translated text! )
So, graduate school! I've now had one week of real proper classes, though I still haven't been to two of the seven, on account of labor day. Monday's my roughest day, with three classes: the archeology lecture, Latin sight-reading, then Hesiod. Eek. At least only two of those assign homework/paper/readings, eh? Anyway, so far:

* Greek sight-reading is a delight. Very challenging, because we're reading Homer, who I haven't done in something like five years, and my Greek sight-reading is always pretty shaky on the vocab even before we get to the Homer-specific vocab. But still, a great deal of fun; the prof keeps repeating that it's a No Shame class and that no question is too basic to ask, and she'll explain the parsing on things as she gives answers. Three students, one professor, round table, photocopied bits of the Iliad. I'm pleased.

* Archeology is both a lot of fun and quite intimidating. There's a 24-page paper assigned (on top of some map quizzes, tests, and so forth) where I need to focus on, you know, artifacts. Not text. Every time I come up with a topic idea, I find myself going over all the textual support for it, not the artifact-based support. It's a very different way of thinking about things! Which means this is exactly the kind of class I need to take. It'll expand my academic horizons usefully.

* Lucretius is darling, and pretty grammatically straightforward; most of my hiccups so far have been when I can't figure out if a final A is long or short, or forgetting the gender of less common vocabulary. I suppose this means I should get better at my scansion so that I can work these things out myself in that whole slew of frustrating endings for first declension nouns/adjectives. I have two presentations and a big paper on him, and the first presentation is coming up fast, but I think I'll be okay. I can do a half hour on Herculaneum if I just prep properly. It's interesting!

* German Reading is...pretty much exactly what I expected! The book charges briskly through basic grammatical concepts, and so does the class. Having taken two semesters of regular German is helping immensely for pronunciation when I read aloud and for some of the vocab. Which reminds me that I ought to go study for Tuesday's vocab quiz.

* And then there's Intro to CNES, which might as well be called How To Grad Student. We started out with the history of the department, to explain some rather puzzling organizational issues, and we're spending our next two sessions in the main library with various librarians, learning how to, well, library. ("You might not know about the secret collections--well, they're not supposed to be secret, but you wouldn't know on walking in to ask after them," the prof says.) Future sessions cover things like: attending conferences and giving papers at them; professional behavior with respect to your colleagues; technology for teaching; how to handle sensitive topics in teaching; different styles of research; resumes, CVs, and job hunting as an academic; and, well, so forth. It seems like an immensely useful class. Do all grad schools have one of those?

On the more lifestyle side of things... I am learning that Minneapolis is super walkable, but that I still hate walking in sunlight. (That may change as it gets colder.) The Green Line is my new best friend. The bars aimed at students are just as mediocre here as they are in Austin, which is no huge surprise. (I was served two tacos that were basically unfolded burritos. Tasty, but not very taco-like.) It's tricky to work out groceries to haul on the train that'll last most of a week and give me multiple dinner options without too much prep. Adverb is better at being an apartment dog than I would've suspected. The apartment is quieter than I dared hope, except on every other Saturday, when the tailgate parties start at 8am...

I'm lonely, off and on. I miss my cat(s). I miss my spouse and my house and my housemate and having a yard with a doggy door instead of having to watch for Adverb's sign he needs to go outside, which consists of staring at me quietly until I get the hint. I miss the chest freezer and the HEB. And the amount of Things To Do that I have coming up, academically, is absolutely staggering: three classes with big papers, vocab study and grammar study and academic reading and presentations and a HUGE amount of translation, and that's before getting into the vast and terrifying reading list for PhD students. And I do worry that I don't have a very tight focus on my thesis-to-be, yet; heck, I haven't even figured out what my obligatory minor will be.

But overall, I'm happy. And I'm getting things done, and I'm trying to get into a routine of reasonably healthy eating and walking and so forth that'll stand me well as a habit once I'm beaten down by snow, papers, and the general grind of things.

So that's the state of me.
fadeaccompli: (determination)
( Sep. 3rd, 2016 09:27 am)
Ah, I remember when I used to have theme and focus for my posts! But anyway.

* Endure is a tiny game by Emily Short, in which you translate a few lines of the Odyssey. In four different styles, piece by piece, for very different translated results. (Refresh to play again, if you've translated all the Greek and want to see it in different styles.) Very simple, and yet some great thought-provoking depth in what it's doing.

* Minneapolis has been lying to me, I've been assured. The weather has been gorgeous since I got here, it was gorgeous during my visit, and right now the temperatures are ambling toward my absolute favorite level of coolth. I will surely be shaking my fist at the sky come proper winter.

* There are a lot of dogs in this complex, as expected. What I had not expected was how many of them are completely outside the listed weight restriction. Neither that husky, that golden lab, nor that big brown dog that was yelling at us from the balcony is under 30 pounds. (And that pointer puppy is not going to be 30 pounds once he's grown up, either.) I'll just assume they got special exemptions made on the lease. But it does mean Adverb has been doing some cowering behind my legs as enormous dogs yell at/try to play with him.

To be fair, he also cowers behind my legs with small dogs yell at/try to play with him.

* Classes start on Tuesday. Right now, I am registered for seven classes, which is not quite as absurd as it sounds. Three of them are quite solid graduate courses (Hesiod, Roman Philosophy, Archeology of Pre-Historic Europe), but two are sight-reading classes with no homework, one is German reading, and one is an intro-to-CNES (Classics and Near Eastern Studies) course that's all reading and discussion. All but the archeology course only meet once a week, which means my schedule is bizarre and occasionally hilarious.

* As a Classics track PhD student, I get the full reading list that Latin PhD students do, and the full reading list that Greek PhD students do. I counted. 58 authors, many of whom I'm reading multiple works from. (Some of whom I'm only reading excerpts from, and a handful I only have to read in translation.) It's going to be a very busy...forever.

* We went to a meeting where all the current grad students talked about what they'd did with summer funding. "Don't expect us to be able to send you all over Europe," the program head reminded us, as four or five people explained their summers spent traveling between programs and interesting sites all over Europe. (The rest had mostly worked on their thesis or reading list, with a general 'don't starve' stipend type of funding for the time.)

* Then there was the meeting where we covered information like "How do you know what to address a professor by?" and "What's appropriate grad student clothing for attending classes, TAing, teaching, attending conferences?" and "Health insurance: for the love of god, sign up by the deadline!" and "Please don't take out the maximum student loans you're allowed, this will cause you problems" and "Undergrads think their TA is the voice of god, do not give definitive answers to these questions yourself." It was remarkably useful on at least two levels: one, that so many 'unwritten' rules were being made explicit; two, that it makes me confident I can actually ask for help with questions like these if I'm not sure.

* In related news, I bought a small amount of very cheap slightly professional clothing. Some day I would like moderately nice rather professional clothing, but I do not trust my own fashion judgment enough to spend money on such things yet.

* The light rail here is very handy and easy to use; the bus system is, despite their website, still rather baffling.

* I want to buy a bike, and the people at the bike store were gloriously useful in helping me figure out the right bike for me, but should I buy a bike when I'm not sure if I merely want one or if I'll actually use one regularly?

* Hoping to go to the state fair today. Wish me luck.
fadeaccompli: (academia)
( Aug. 29th, 2016 02:17 pm)
I moved to Minneapolis (temporarily) for grad school.

So, yeah, that's the dominant thing occupying my thoughts right now! I'm also working on some cool IF projects, trying to drag my fanfic back to life, reassuring a travel-traumatized dog, and so forth. I want to get back into climbing. Would try to get back into crochet, but I didn't pack any of my hooks or yarn along, so that's not likely.

But mostly: moved to Minneapolis. Incoming grad school. Gonna be very busy.
fadeaccompli: (Default)
( Jun. 28th, 2016 09:00 am)
Forgive me. It's been a summer of stressful things happening, most of which are too tedious or private to talk about. But, as a summary:

- The dog is responding well to daily anti-anxiety meds. He's still a nervous little dog who barks at noises outside and pees in terror if a handybeing comes into the house, but he calms down from these things much faster than before, and spends less of the day looking paranoid. A real improvement! Though I'm still concerned about how he'll handle apartment-with-roommates living in Minneapolis.

- I went to two days of a philosophy conference last week. Specifically, a conference for the International Association of Presocratic Studies. It was a lot of fun! And has thoroughly convinced me that I need to learn French and German and Italian properly, not just for reading; too many papers are given in that language, even with provided summaries/translations in English, for me to feel like a real scholar if all I can do is read in them. It was exhausting, in a con-like way, but a lot of fun.

- Speaking of actual conventions, I went to Fourth Street Fantasy the latter half of that week, and had a fabulous time. Which I always do, honestly. The panels were largely great, there were lots of good conversations in the halls and con suite and over food, I got to see a lot of friends I only see there (and meet at least one friend in person for the first time), and, you know. Good reconnecty stuff. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

- The trip back was horrible, for which I mostly blame Kansas City (fairly or not), but at least I have some travel vouchers to show for it.

- We may yet get the baseboards replaced this summer. Wouldn't that be nice?

- I'm off to donate blood in something under an hour, trying frantically to finish reading Mary Beard's SPQR before I return it to the library today (so not going to finish in time), happily eyeing Genevieve Valentine's Icon (sequel to Persona, just released today and my preorder downloaded to my phone), and I'll be playing some more delightful Fantasy Life after I return that library book. It's almost like you can't tell I'm mired in paralyzing summer depression!

- I really, really want to get better at writing interactive fiction this summer. Currently I'm trying to put together a tiny text version of Spore in ChoiceScript, as a way of learning the basics of that language. We'll see how it goes.

- Still a bit terrified about moving to Minneapolis and starting grad school, but I think it's going to be great. Really stressful! But great. And it turns out I know even more people in Minneapolis than I thought, so getting further out of the house than 'move between apartment and campus, repeat, repeat' won't be as hard as I feared. Though winter will be far worse than I could possibly imagine. I have been assured of that part. Apparently someone is going to march me into a store to buy Real Winter Clothing at some point.
A few paragraphs from the children's book I'm translating awkwardly from German, with the help of Google Translate, one semester of German, and squinting a lot at cognates.

The first four pages )