Vulcan’s Peak

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Identity crisis?

May 11, 2007 12:25 pm

I don’t know why I would think that “Lady Vulcan” would be a particulalrly unique pseudonym. So why am I so weirded out by the discovery that someone else on the net uses the same handle?

Unless I’m actually finding more than one other person, she’s a middle-aged woman who writes fan fic for Sailor Moon, Harry Potter, Stargate, and Angel, draws pictures that look like Elf’s did in middle school, and belongs to a message board for singles who love motorcycles. Just barely enough similarity of interest to be confusing.

After finding this person who may or may not be a single person, I continued to google. The University of Hawaii at Hilo and California University of Pennsylvania (located in California, PA, of course) are “The Vulcans,” which makes their women’s sports teams the “Lady Vulcans.” I also came up with some ’80s movie called A Hazard of Hearts in which one character is called “Lady Harriet Vulcan,” which amuses me. A synopses suggests that she’s not a nice character, but the part was played by none other than Diana Rigg, so at least that’s a comfort.

In other strange and fascinating news, there was a man near me on the T last night with a bicycle and a sketchbook. It looked like he was drawing some of the people around him on the train and I got a glimpse as I passed him to get off. One figure seemed to have the strap of a messenger bag across her chest, glasses, and wisps of hair falling out of her braid. Which would be me…

I miss watching all my artist friends in action. Love you girls.

Spring news

April 25, 2007 10:14 am

I realized that I have posted almost no actual news in the last month! It’s all been a bit mad.

My roommate and spent the middle of March apartment hunting, under the impression that we would have to move when our lease ran out on June 1. Our current building is gradually being rennovated and sold as condos, but as it turns out, that process is going more slowly than the owners anticipated (as I understand it, real estate is a buyer’s market right now), so they’re letting us renew the lease for another year. So that means I don’t get to be rid of our stained carpets, stained countertops, and finicky shower, but I am very glad to not have to move. Besides, I love the area around us, so I’m glad not to leave just yet.

School is almost finished for the spring — my last class is next Tuesday. I’ve been spending a lot of time in Research Paper Land, Group Presentation Land, and Final Project Land, but the end is in sight. Of course, there’s still a last paper, project revisions, and poetry revisions to do in the next week, but still — light, tunnel, yeah.

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Apparently, it’s all in my head.

February 21, 2007 11:44 am

I was greatly disappointed by my poetry class last night. Situation was that I had to turn in a paper, give a presentation, and submit a poem for discussion, so rather than stress about three things, I used a poem that I wrote for the poetry class I took a year and a half ago. It was a piece that I didn’t think all that highly of, but which my professor liked, so I had some confidence in it, but I also knew it had problems. So I sent it off to my classmates and went to work on the paper and presentation which didn’t go all that well, I thought, but I’m just glad it’s over. Yik.

This particular poem is a description (of sorts) of a night at Furman when I was walking to my apartment one evening, probably going home at ten from a CCLC shift. It was a foggy night and I came around the corner into a slightly wooded area around the apartments and a little way ahead of me was this girl who was practicing for a kickline or something — literally taking three steps and then throwing a leg up over her head, three steps, kick, three steps, kick.

Well, strange thing that my brain is, it comes up with the Saggy Baggy Elephant, who goes around the jungle dancing one, two, three, kick! one, two, three, kick! Is this ringing a bell to anybody?

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The bag again

January 30, 2007 11:02 pm

As bees, geometry again. I’m going to stop linking and give this a category because this gives me the warm fuzzies every time it happens.

Two more incidents, bringing me up to a total of four:

#3. Last December, on the street, leaving school. A guy right behind me gets my attention — he’s probably from my college; he fits the profile — and asks about the bag. I start to babble, but he cuts me off. “Wait,” he says. “I don’t understand.” I am flustered and want to get home. “It’s about honeycombs,” I say.

#4. This afternoon in a Starbucks near school. A well-dressed middle-aged business man. I’m starting to have a spiel and I rattle it off as my friend stands by, bemused. Businessman seems honestly curious and interested and is very polite with an acute sense of how strange it is to stop me as I walk by, on my way out with my “wild orange herbal tea” (quite nice, by the way).

Random Encounters

December 14, 2006 10:26 pm

Having carried my “As bees, geometry” bag (second half of this post) around for three months, I had started to think that no one would ever question my motto of choice. I’ve gotten comments about the green ribbon that’s tied around the strap, but no on had pressed me about the Latin. (Wait, not true. My roommate asked once, but the conversation got sidetracked and she never got an answer. Oops.) So I guess what I’m trying to say is that I hadn’t yet had the opportunity to “toss off an obtuse explanation”…though, may I add, at the time, Jean was much better at coming up with said explanations off the top of her head.

All that is a long introduction to say that the question has finally been asked — and answered — twice in a week and a half.

The first time was in the elevator last week. Having a college in downtown Boston means that all our buildings are at least ten stories high, so elevators are a major commodity and there is a huge rush on them right before classes start. I was trying to get up to the lucky 13th floor for work as 2:00 classes were starting, but by the time we got up to the 9th floor or so, it had emptied out to me and a man who is probably a professor. “I can’t help noticing your bag,” he said. “Can I ask what it means?”

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Ut apes, geometriam

May 25, 2006 11:43 pm

The end draws apace.

Classes ended Wednesday, and two of my four classes are completely finished. Since I was auditing the Shakespeare class, I don’t have to take the final — auditing is the best thing ever, I get to have all the fun, but all I have to do is keep up with the reading, no tests, no papers. I’m also done with the voice class I was in this term: we had a brief written final on Wednesday and I did my final evaluation of all the songs I’d been working on later that morning. The only things left now are to revise stories for my fiction class and turn in my portfolio on Saturday, and to take part three of my medieval history test on Monday. My prof is leaving for Turkey as soon as he turns in grades, so he wants to get them done quickly! We already did the two essay sections on the last two days of class, and now he’s just throwing the short answer/ multiple choice??? at us on Monday. Then I sit on my hands and pack for the rest of the week; graduation is Saturday the 3rd.

Tonight was the end of year party for the CCLC staff — Jane had us over and we brought things for tacos, which was yummy. Jean presented all the superlatives we’d come up with; I am “Most likely to face varying levels of success in my attempts to create a living dragon. Those poor bats and lizards…” Sounds a bit like Carmen’s IB senior superlative, tee hee! I was a bum and forgot to print off Jean’s; must remember to do so tomorrow. Better late than never? Eep.

The senior gifts that Jean and Jane came up with are really cool — they have ordered each of us a black messenger bag with random-yet-appropriate mottos on them, mostly Latin ones with English translations, though Chris’s is a Shakespeare quote from Julius Caesar. Mine — can you guess? — is tonight’s title line, ut apes, geometriam. “As bees, geometry.”

Confused? This might help; it’s from a Victor Hugo novel called The Hunchback of Notre Dame. You might have heard of it.
“I possess philosophy by instinct, by nature, ut apes geometriam.”

Having a verb helps, doesn’t it? But see, Jen, it does refer to hexagonal-shaped honeycombs! At least, that’s the link between bees and geometry. There also seems to be an implication about some quality I innately possess, so I’m going to make the leap and consider it a compliment. It also appeals to my appreciation of things interdisciplinary: no subject can exist in isolation. Geometry can be found in the natural world and music is mathematical. Etcetera, a thousand times etcetera.

Hell, if nothing else, I’m going to enjoy tossing off obtuse explanations about why I carry a bag with some Latin quip about bees and geometry. Ha! And I think Jane and Jean were counting on that, too.