Currently Listening Picaresque By The Decemberists bagman's gambit see related

I'm at work. So I'm bored. So I'm writing on my LJ, and I keep forgetting things that I wanted to say to myself with an audience. And I bet my LJ friends will look at their friends page and be like "WTF? Mallory posted like six times today!" and they won't be able to stop scrolling through all my entries.

I'm hungry to read over break.

I think I shall read:

Something about Scotland. I'm interested again. Pyretically. I have a fever.
The Once and Future King.
Maybe Lord of the Rings again.
The Icelandic Sagas. First I have to buy this book because I'm certain our library won't have it. But I read some in Keith's room, and I think it's probably the most delicious mythology I've read in a while.

Obviously, I need what is at once intricate and bare, rich and stark, what both dances delicately on my skin and spears me deeply.

Obviously, I will not have time to read these. I would have to do a tome a week. Plus I'm reading The Fountainhead on the train ride home.

Trains! How quaint!

That's what you think until you're on one for 30 hours.

I wonder why it is that my preferred aesthetic is the abovementioned rich starkness. I find it in almost everything that I love: Homer, the Decemberists, Radiohead and Neutral Milk Hotel, my mountain, British Romantic poetry, Euclid, the Greek language.

I wonder if I'll have time to finish my Practica Musica AND take a shower during lunch. Practica Musica is the worst thing to happen to St. John's. It's a dumb computer program that doesn't teach you anything. I have one activity left, but it's due at like, one today or I supposedly fail Chorus and must take it over next year. Whatev. I doubt it. Plus I think the frustrated five minutes that I spent on it might have counted as working on that activity. It's pass/fail. I know music anyway.

I wonder why I can recognise Pedro the Lion after about a measure, even if I haven't heard the song. What is that? There's a certain careful laziness to everything he does that makes me think he's probably the most mellow but at once meticulous man alive. He just makes me want to walk very slowly, speak very cautiously, and look at everything very closely, living deeply and thoughtfully. He makes me want to listen to everyone, and look them in the eyes until it creeps them out.

I feel extremely and discontentedly alive today.