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I live, I aspirate! (That is a really useless allusion.) And I am sort of back at LJ. I've been busy caring for our charges – Anette and I've shared the responsibility – which entailed dragging them around campus on a pub-crawl, getting uselessly drunk in general and showing them where to get good coffee. We've been drinking too much, but that's student's privilege. The cunning plan (if all else fails, get them drunk) worked: everyone bonded. And I've found a platonic soulmate in Vanja, who happens to own about as much make-up as I do, read as much, and share my taste in men.

We went to a lecture about Coetzee and Knausgård, that finally crystallised my issues with my education. It is not science, it is culture. Utterly useless as a profession.

I survived a visit to the dentist yesterday; I went half-hoping for a wisdom's tooth showdown, half not. It might not be the best idea to go to a lecture drooling blood. They are both going away the 16. September, at last. Today I've dragged my eyes through 50 pages of Austen's Emma. Free indirect style doesn't really help, it is horribly boring.

Did I mention that we bought tickets to New York? We did.
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I live, I aspirate! (That is a really useless allusion.) And I am sort of back at LJ. I've been busy caring for our charges – Anette and I've shared the responsibility – which entailed dragging them around campus on a pub-crawl, getting uselessly drunk in general and showing them where to get good coffee. We've been drinking too much, but that's student's privilege. The cunning plan (if all else fails, get them drunk) worked: everyone bonded. And I've found a platonic soulmate in Vanja, who happens to own about as much make-up as I do, read as much, and share my taste in men.

We went to a lecture about Coetzee and Knausgård, that finally crystallised my issues with my education. It is not science, it is culture. Utterly useless as a profession.

I survived a visit to the dentist yesterday; I went half-hoping for a wisdom's tooth showdown, half not. It might not be the best idea to go to a lecture drooling blood. They are both going away the 16. September, at last. Today I've dragged my eyes through 50 pages of Austen's Emma. Free indirect style doesn't really help, it is horribly boring.

Did I mention that we bought tickets to New York? We did.
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We buried my great-grandmother today. She lived to be 98, and the last few years she has been caged and waiting for death in a home. The service was beautiful. As Margaret spoke of how she remembered her grandparents, I thought about how I remember them. I remember a small apartment full to bursting of books, plants, chinese trinkets, a piano, two birds, candy and stories. Stories, always stories. About Tao Fong Shan and Hong Kong, the war and pranks. When we crossed the threshold we entered another world: a fantasy realm of dull lights, fantastic lacquer boxes, hard couches, ancient tomes and a wise queen, stories always at the ready.

The other part of the family does: speeches always end in loud discussions of details, people hitting each other over the head with what is readily available. I somehow managed to get stuck on a table without a single interesting relative nearby. Between eating and drinking I got very good at parrying monologues about children and grandchildren. Some of the speeches afterwards were a bit long (aren't they always?) and I managed to contain my urge to comment loudly.

Some of my cousins (at least once removed, thank god) have taken a turn for the worse: one turned up in sweatpants – they were, in her defence, black –, another has long, badly-dyed black hair, the third is obese and my brother and I had a bet going on what sex she was, before Father informed us that it was a she. And they're all more alternative than thou. As I looked at them I'm glad I have come to a point where I can enjoy music without identifying with it. They look ridiculous.

I want to travel! I'm going to Montepellier sometime this summer, and I'm lobbying for a trip to Hong Kong. But I want to go to Rome, New York, Africa, Egypt, Shanghai. Perhaps I'll make that my 20th birthdaygift for myself, a trip somewhere? And I want to create something, but what?
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We buried my great-grandmother today. She lived to be 98, and the last few years she has been caged and waiting for death in a home. The service was beautiful. As Margaret spoke of how she remembered her grandparents, I thought about how I remember them. I remember a small apartment full to bursting of books, plants, chinese trinkets, a piano, two birds, candy and stories. Stories, always stories. About Tao Fong Shan and Hong Kong, the war and pranks. When we crossed the threshold we entered another world: a fantasy realm of dull lights, fantastic lacquer boxes, hard couches, ancient tomes and a wise queen, stories always at the ready.

The other part of the family does: speeches always end in loud discussions of details, people hitting each other over the head with what is readily available. I somehow managed to get stuck on a table without a single interesting relative nearby. Between eating and drinking I got very good at parrying monologues about children and grandchildren. Some of the speeches afterwards were a bit long (aren't they always?) and I managed to contain my urge to comment loudly.

Some of my cousins (at least once removed, thank god) have taken a turn for the worse: one turned up in sweatpants – they were, in her defence, black –, another has long, badly-dyed black hair, the third is obese and my brother and I had a bet going on what sex she was, before Father informed us that it was a she. And they're all more alternative than thou. As I looked at them I'm glad I have come to a point where I can enjoy music without identifying with it. They look ridiculous.

I want to travel! I'm going to Montepellier sometime this summer, and I'm lobbying for a trip to Hong Kong. But I want to go to Rome, New York, Africa, Egypt, Shanghai. Perhaps I'll make that my 20th birthdaygift for myself, a trip somewhere? And I want to create something, but what?
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The problem with travel is that, as I do more, I want more. I want to see Italy, and Venice before it is covered by water; I want to see South-Africa's history up close, not to speak of the animals in their (more or less) natural habitats; the insanity and grandeur of Hong Kong again; New York, Los Angeles and San Fransisco; I want to know London like the back of my hand; And I have to see Germany and Russia. There is so much to see, and I am so bloody limited.
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The problem with travel is that, as I do more, I want more. I want to see Italy, and Venice before it is covered by water; I want to see South-Africa's history up close, not to speak of the animals in their (more or less) natural habitats; the insanity and grandeur of Hong Kong again; New York, Los Angeles and San Fransisco; I want to know London like the back of my hand; And I have to see Germany and Russia. There is so much to see, and I am so bloody limited.

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