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Created on 2010-04-19 04:24:17 (#501452), last updated 2010-04-19 (795 weeks ago)
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Name: | qp_archive |
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Birthdate: | Oct 3 |
Location: | United States |
*ahem* I was born! I got caught in a fight between math and chemistry! Chemistry won but I may never recover!
Er. I'm a currently recently-graduated medicinal chemist located in San Diego, and trying to figure out how life outside of school works best (and not get eaten by my kittens, Galahad and Mordred). I enjoy contra dance and ballroom that doesn't take itself too seriously. I like sewing, knitting, and miscellaneous fiber arts (even though I haven't been doing too much of them) and would love to learn to spin eventually. I also enjoy silly puzzle games (computer) and board/card games (Illuminati, Munchkin, Apples to Apples, Carcassonne...).
Much of this journal is friends-locked, though even behind that updates are sporadic at best. One of these days I'll get organized with specific opt-in filters and contact info and such.
"For Once, Then, Something"
Robert Frost (1874–1963)
Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
Me myself in the summer heaven, godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths—and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.
Er. I'm a currently recently-graduated medicinal chemist located in San Diego, and trying to figure out how life outside of school works best (and not get eaten by my kittens, Galahad and Mordred). I enjoy contra dance and ballroom that doesn't take itself too seriously. I like sewing, knitting, and miscellaneous fiber arts (even though I haven't been doing too much of them) and would love to learn to spin eventually. I also enjoy silly puzzle games (computer) and board/card games (Illuminati, Munchkin, Apples to Apples, Carcassonne...).
Much of this journal is friends-locked, though even behind that updates are sporadic at best. One of these days I'll get organized with specific opt-in filters and contact info and such.
"For Once, Then, Something"
Robert Frost (1874–1963)
Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
Me myself in the summer heaven, godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths—and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.





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