Pulling Up My Blue Stockings

what i learnt today

Sun, 30 Dec 2007 08:34:07 GMT

adjunct; arbiter; free rice.com; surfeit; heterodox; flunky; akimbo; cerulean; abjure; specious; lurid; misology; caprice; capricious; sarcoid; lachrymose;

Fri, 28 Dec 2007 13:20:49 GMT

at the moment nothing could be better with David and I. I feel delightfully interwoven into him, when previously i thought of it as inescapable, osmotic, where i lose my sense of self but i haven't felt that way.

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Tue, 18 Dec 2007 14:05:33 GMT

pari passu \PAIR-ee-PASS-oo; PAIR-ih-PASS-oo\, adverb:
At an equal pace or rate.

es·chew [es-choo] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation

–verb (used with object)

to abstain or keep away from; shun; avoid: to eschew evil.

cavalcade: a procession.
vicissitude: a change in condition or fortune.
soporific: causing sleep; also, something that causes sleep.
profuse: plentiful; copious.
tarradiddle: a fib; also, pretentious nonsense.
deracinate: to uproot.
surly: ill-humored; sullen and gruff.
mendicant: a beggar.
rapprochement: the establishment or state of cordial relations.
perspicacity: clearness of understanding.
artifice: an artful trick, stratagem or device; also, cleverness, skill.
dishabille: the state of being carelessly or partially dressed.
cacophony: harsh or discordant sound.
frangible: capable of being broken; easily broken.
draconian: excessively harsh; severe.
complement: something that fills up or completes.
unfledged: not fully developed; immature.
pari passu: at an equal pace or rate.

Mon, 03 Dec 2007 07:46:40 GMT

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

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Tue, 18 Sep 2007 17:56:38 GMT

the cat is lying next to me sleeping in the middle of my serene late night insomnia. i slept all day. i was worried about david - he has so much work to do. i am getting tired of studying physics, i seem to digress. i should charge on... perhaps i should study more mathematics first. i missed work today i was sleeping. I miss him.