spiritual sustenance, also 中秋快乐
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nnozomi・Something I had to translate the other day: “Literature, art, theater and so on are all food for the soul in terms of a cultural life, and these forms of spiritual sustenance have suffered an especially terrible blow. The road to true recovery is long.” Such a familiar sentiment these days, but this particular version comes from the Asahi Graph on or about this date in 1923, after the Great Kanto Earthquake.
・From Ravel, via my mother: “You know, at night when I was walking along the sea, wondering whether something should be in B-flat or B-major, or how to choose a chord or guide a melodic line, I said to myself, ‘Oh, I am tired of this! I would like to be finished with it, just sitting in a café at last, enjoying an aperitif, looking at the sea.’ And when I was finally through and could sit in a café having my aperitif, the taste of it was bitter! I was longing for the time I had spent walking at night, thinking, ’Should it be B-flat or B-major?’” Please make it B-flat, M. Ravel. B major has more accidentals than anyone needs.
・I got A-Pei to teach me the Chinese word for "bra," apparently 内衣 in Taiwan and 胸罩 or 文胸 in China (where does the 文 come from? must ask mainlander Yu-jie). For some reason 胸罩 amuses me because of its resemblance to 口罩, face mask. I tend to think of bras as providing support rather than coverage, but who knows. 出门之前，一定要先穿胸罩再戴口罩吧.
also 我要吃月饼! I'll have to console myself with the little Skype mooncake emoji... .
・I wrote a half a dozen short fics for the Guardian wishlist event, which was great fun as both a writer and a reader(/viewer etc.), thank you so much trobadora and china_shop and everyone. Mostly I seem to have written Shen Wei shedding tears here and there and drinking a lot of tea. I will never get tired of writing him (or writing Lin Jing or Li Qian or Zhao Xinci, or playing with OCs), and I also got to try a couple of things I haven’t done before (writing something a bit darker and weirder than my usual for The Rebel, trying out a genderswapped character), so I’m glad I was suddenly motivated to do all this writing, not to speak of very kind and thoughtful comments received thereon.
・As a result of reading too many delicious wishlist fics before bed, I had a Guardian-related not-quite-dream while drifting off: Zhao Yunlan meeting with a bank clerk, who was saying that the Black-Cloaked Envoy had been the guarantor for his account for ten thousand years already and that was quite long enough. (Not sure if this meant “surely it must be inconvenient for the Envoy by now” or “bank regulations stipulate ten thousand years and no longer”). The bank thing was just the B-plot of my dream not!fic, but my brain knew it had to be resolved somehow, and of course the answer was that they could have a joint account if they got married...
Be safe and well.
・From Ravel, via my mother: “You know, at night when I was walking along the sea, wondering whether something should be in B-flat or B-major, or how to choose a chord or guide a melodic line, I said to myself, ‘Oh, I am tired of this! I would like to be finished with it, just sitting in a café at last, enjoying an aperitif, looking at the sea.’ And when I was finally through and could sit in a café having my aperitif, the taste of it was bitter! I was longing for the time I had spent walking at night, thinking, ’Should it be B-flat or B-major?’” Please make it B-flat, M. Ravel. B major has more accidentals than anyone needs.
・I got A-Pei to teach me the Chinese word for "bra," apparently 内衣 in Taiwan and 胸罩 or 文胸 in China (where does the 文 come from? must ask mainlander Yu-jie). For some reason 胸罩 amuses me because of its resemblance to 口罩, face mask. I tend to think of bras as providing support rather than coverage, but who knows. 出门之前，一定要先穿胸罩再戴口罩吧.
also 我要吃月饼! I'll have to console myself with the little Skype mooncake emoji... .
・I wrote a half a dozen short fics for the Guardian wishlist event, which was great fun as both a writer and a reader(/viewer etc.), thank you so much trobadora and china_shop and everyone. Mostly I seem to have written Shen Wei shedding tears here and there and drinking a lot of tea. I will never get tired of writing him (or writing Lin Jing or Li Qian or Zhao Xinci, or playing with OCs), and I also got to try a couple of things I haven’t done before (writing something a bit darker and weirder than my usual for The Rebel, trying out a genderswapped character), so I’m glad I was suddenly motivated to do all this writing, not to speak of very kind and thoughtful comments received thereon.
・As a result of reading too many delicious wishlist fics before bed, I had a Guardian-related not-quite-dream while drifting off: Zhao Yunlan meeting with a bank clerk, who was saying that the Black-Cloaked Envoy had been the guarantor for his account for ten thousand years already and that was quite long enough. (Not sure if this meant “surely it must be inconvenient for the Envoy by now” or “bank regulations stipulate ten thousand years and no longer”). The bank thing was just the B-plot of my dream not!fic, but my brain knew it had to be resolved somehow, and of course the answer was that they could have a joint account if they got married...
Be safe and well.
