Books from Bass: Back on Campus

Tragedy has struck.
A prelude:  I put holds on books at my university library many days ago so that I would have reading material ready for me on campus.  Because I’ve run out of books! I know, it’s super rare for me and thus all the more horrifying.  So I was feeling that anticipatory little tingle every time Bass Library sent me an email telling me one of my books was available for pickup.
BUT! Because of the long weekend (class only begins on Tuesday, post- MLK day (the only time Yale actually gives us the Monday holiday) combined with the winter hours of winter break… the library is closed.
Until Tuesday. 

They’re lying about the hours online, but don’t be fooled.  They have my five books in the underground (Bass is a basement library under Cross Campus).  The doors are locked an the lights are off. There’s a closed sign on the door.

Here’s what they’re holding hostage:

  • My Mortal Enemy, WIlla Cather
  • Thus Were Their Faces, Silvina Ocampo: Inspired by reading about her in Alberto Manguel’s With Borges.
  • Cornell Woolrich Omnibus: Only for Rear Window.
  • This Craft of Verse, Borges: A transcription from tapes of Borges’ lectures at Harvard.
  • Allure, Diana Vreeland

 

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There are many excellent advantages to Yale’s library service (Orbis).  Namely, they’ve got a lot of obscure and old books (you can’t check out the Gutenberg Bible, but we do have one) and they deliver the book to the check out desk, which is superb when the directions for finding a book among millions look like the photo above.  Of course, downside: I am bookless.

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Watched and Read Over Break

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Sigh. I’m back at Yale and it’s so sad because it’s so cold and not my home but at the same time it’s so good because Lily’s here and Minerva (my cat) is so happy to be an only cat again.

I have my new calendar up and I used my unpacking as a chance to rearrange and to admire everything I own. I think there’s a great value in taking the time to want the things you have. I also bought that pair of J. Crew houndstooth socks I’ve been ogling for months (I made Dad buy them for me as a going away present). Proud to say they were $5.30 marked down from $12.50. We had dinner at Blue State and I failed to get to Bass Library before it closed. I have a foot high stack of things to return (and even more to check out- I think my check out list may be on the table for tomorrow).
And I think the new semester is the perfect time to debut a new toothbrush. It’s time, you know?
Now that I’m back on campus, I hope that my pleasure reading and film viewing won’t stall out too much, but realistically I know that it will. Continue reading “Watched and Read Over Break”

Smiles of a Spring Semester

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I’m leaving on Friday (in all likelihood) for my final semester of university.  As always, I have very ambivalent feelings about my triumphant return.  Less free time is both a good and bad thing, though I’ve never had a hard time keeping myself occupied.  More dancing is also a mixed bag, as is nearing the end of my university experience.  For someone as… insular as I am, even being around my friends comes with conflicting feelings.

And an aside: The title of this post references Smiles of a Summer Night, an Ingmar Bergman title.  And I haven’t seen it and never will because I simply can’t bear with Ingmar Bergman.  I’ve tried many times.

I’m in a mad dash to catch up on 2016 movies.  I recently caught The Neon Demon and have Allied playing in the background as I type this.  I’ve decided it’s not worthy of my full attention (but more on that in a future post).

I’m thinking about what my goals should be for this coming semester, after having completely failed at my fall semester ones (namely dance more and see more of people that I’m going to miss post-graduation. And of course, those will be carried over (in some form) to this semester. Continue reading “Smiles of a Spring Semester”

Golden Globe Lowdown III/III

I’m loving the assonance of these post titles the long oh sounds in golden and globes, combined with lowdown. Golden Globe Lowdown. Golden Globe Moments.  You can’t understand how tempting it is to combine the words into Golden Glowdown or Golden Glowments- but this is the last post and I’ve successfully resisted the urge throughout the entire trilogy.

I’m liking the loosely superlative style of the past two posts, so I’m going to stick with the patten for this one.  If you don’t like it I promise the next post will be a change of pace 🙂 Continue reading “Golden Globe Lowdown III/III”

Golden Globe Lowdown II

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Are so boring! And the paparazzi don’t take pictures of them nearly as much as they do the women. And getting information on the designer? Pfft, good luck!

Popular wisdom has it that Ryan Gosling was the best dressed of the night, while I agree that he (like his La La Land co-star Emma Stone) came dressed to be fabulous and destroy rivals, I’m bestowing my best-dressed laurels on another. Continue reading “Golden Globe Lowdown II”

Golden Globe Lowdown

I watched the Golden Globes last night (well, most of it- I have an old lady bedtime) and I hadn’t even realized it was going to be on.  I’m inclined to do a little summary post, mostly of the clothes since I’m not at all up to date with current movies. But there will be little bit about the overt political moments of the night and my own random thoughts.

So strap in, superlatives style: Continue reading “Golden Globe Lowdown”

Fluffy Period Romances

Ah, the last moments of my break are slowly ebbing away and I’m not at all wanting to get back to work. I miss Yale, of course, but do I miss cafeteria meals, deadlines, and stress? Ehh, no, no.

I finished reading Swann’s Way yesterday (Volume 1 down, 6 to go, In Search of Lost Time will be conquered) and I guess I have to go back to Yale soon because I’m running out of books in my immediate vicinity. And I’ve also been watching buckets of movies, both the weighty and fluffy lovely.

Today was a fluffy lovely day. I watched Bright Star, which is being added to one of my personal favorite niche genres- the fluffy period romance.  Fluffy because more about love and emotions and affairs of the heart than tense external drama and machinations.  Period because gorgeous and exciting costumes. Continue reading “Fluffy Period Romances”