c'est la vie

It was probably unreasonable of me to hope that the monthly checkpoint meeting today would be less than two hours: on the other hand, at least there were no serious problems or catastrophes to discuss (touch wood) and I didn't get too many additional work packages. C'est la vie.

And tomorrow c'est la vendredi (that is, it's Friday). And then c'est le three-day-weekend, since we have a bank holiday on Monday. Yes.

(And also, yes, I am having a bit of a Denise Levertov binge, since I found a website with some of her poems on it. No doubt I will get back to other authors soon.)

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Aware

When I found the door
I found the vine leaves
speaking among themselves in abundant
whispers.
My presence made them
hush their green breath,
embarrassed, the way
humans stand up, buttoning their jackets,
acting as if they were leaving anyway, as if
the conversation had ended
just before you arrived.
I liked
the glimpse I had, though,
of their obscure
gestures. I liked the sound
of such private voices. Next time
I'll move like cautious sunlight, open
the door by fractions, eavesdrop
peacefully.

-- Denise Levertov

new Winter War episode from liralen!

Ladies and gentlemen, the shinigami are in the house!

Ensemble: Making War

The tone was utterly mild, but it terrified Hanatarou into backing up until he bumped into one of the walls.

world domination fantasies incoming

I'm playing Diablo 3 -- well, no, not at this precise moment, but I picked it up again last night after having left it on the side for a while, and finally trounced Belial. (Take that, Lord of Deception!)

Now, I'm playing the Female Wizard class. And I just found out who the voice actor is that supplies her dialogue.

It's Grey Delisle.

Excuse me while I visualise Azula pounding zombies, demons, fallen angels, and Diablo himself into little squishy pieces, and then the inevitable world domination. I'm going to be listening to the future quest dialogue bits from a very different perspective, I can tell you.

but on the whole happy

Awareness session thing this morning went smoothly and was informative, which is really all that can be asked. We then slogged through the afternoon. People started to get demob happy around four o'clock. It's been a long week for everyone.

Apparently there is plenty of rain to come this weekend. Mutter mutter English weather mutter.

But hey. Three days off. Why did I never appreciate weekends when I was younger?

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Variation on a Theme by Rilke

A certain day became a presence to me;
there it was, confronting me -- a sky, air, light:
a being. And before it started to descend
from the height of noon, it leaned over
and struck my shoulder as if with
the flat of a sword, granting me
honor and a task. The day's blow
rang out, metallic -- or it was I, a bell awakened,
and what I heard was my whole self
saying and singing what it knew: I can.

-- Denise Levertov