Brontëana

I'm making a research poster, which today has mostly entailed google-image-searching "Brontë".

From Dame Darcy's Illustrated Jane Eyre; Rochester looking at Jane's drawings.

Not exactly useful for my purposes, but I'm sentimental enough that this makes me a little sad: an envelope with a Haworth postmark, addressed to Constantin Heger.

Lucy locked in the attic in Villette.

Jane Eyre being less conventionally attractive than Blanche Ingram.

The Lowood girls in Jane Eyre.

Unromantic as Monday morning

This Friday I had amazing pho soup at the Eat on South Bank, drank tea in Becky's new apartment, bought overpriced throat lozenges at the Organic Pharmacy, met T at Charing Cross, behaved ridiculously in several locations around Soho, was complimented on my dress and fringe, took a rickshaw to Victoria Station at one in the morning out of a combination of sheer necessity (we needed to get the last train to Brighton) and awesomeness, and read Mad, Bad and Sad on the train while T slept on my shoulder. And Saturday and Sunday were pretty good too.

And now I'm in King's Manor with a mango smoothie and a lot of work to do, which is also, in its own way, pretty good.

Kringlan är för rolig.

one more good thing

Today, this is the best Wikipedia article.

(My favourite is the palmar grasp reflex, obvs.)

list form vincit omnia

It's been an odd sort of week - at the start of it I was practically Caroline Helstone-like in my emo brooding and pining - but now it's FRIDAY and the weekend is going to be GOOD, though T-less. I'm going to finish reading Shirley and buy presents at the Vintage Fair and go out every night. In the meantime, a list of things that are good right now:

- Pret ginger beer

- plane tickets home: I will be back exactly a month from now, at 19:30 on December 20th

- we finally finally got our council tax sorted out, yay not having to pay like £400

- Bruges Bruges Bruges Bruges

- the ice-skating rink by Clifford's Tower

- Vicky coming to York sometime in the next couple of weeks

- on Wednesday night I was described as looking "just like Zooey Deschanel"

- my new teacup necklace

- the provisional programme for the conference is up; it all looks ridiculously professional

- Bruges Bruges Bruges. And Brighton. And then Trondheim.

seasonal

This afternoon Sarah and I watched High School Musical (the first one again; neither of us are emotionally up to a rewatch of the second one) as it slowly got dark outside, and now we are curled up on either end of the enormous sofa, with a duvet. Sarah has Bleak House and I have the computer. And Christmas music, even though it's far too soon for that sort of thing. I want to buy everyone's presents NOW.

public service announcement

No one in my family buy anyone else in my family Superfreakonomics for Christmas, please, it looks terrible.