elanya

My afternoon has been good. I pretty much slept for two hours. I had a really weird dream that involved f00dave. I remember gnawing on his head, and also that we had been playing some kind of shooting type computer game, and also that we were supposed to go pick up a package. I have no idea where the house this all was set in was - I think it is a pure creation of my mind, or else if is a conglomeration of different older houses I have been in. Very odd. I in fact did have to go to the post office and pick up a package, and this was the dream I had I was waking up, even. I was so groggy as I was waking that I had a hard time distinguishing what was real.

Then I walked down to the post office. It is really warm out! I am wearing a dress with bloomers and knee-socks, because I wasn't expecting it to be so warm, but I think even the dress alone might have been too warm. Sources say that it is 70F or 21C out. Crazy madness! It's *February*! Did someone not get the memo?

In any case, I grabbed my package, and walked up to Eller, where I quickly ripped into it while waiting for the meeting to start. I got: Perfume: The Story of a Murderer, which I've been wanting to read for a while and looks really good, Batman Hong Kong(graphic novel), a random Batman comic from Sept. 1988, two soaps (clove, and almond with nag Champa), a black satin box containing grey and black stripey ocks form sock dreams, a cool middle eastern-y necklace (copperish,dangly bits and coins ;), and an imp of White Light for me :D I am very delighted ^-^

The meeting was the most painless MSA meeting ever. It was *short*, for one thing, and also, we are planning a cool event for March1 We are going to have a dinner thing where we make a bunch of food from the recipe book based on the Patrick O'Brian books (Lobscuse and Spotted Dog? I can't remember the exact title... Lobscuse and something, anyway), and have cool sailor-y gambling events for money, as a fundraiser :D I have volunteered to cook, because of course, I like that sort of thing. Should be fun :D

Tonight I should do marking, but I am feeling unmotivated to do work, oh noes! Well, I will go and mark ids, at least, they go fast, and worry about the rest later. maybe I will take a nice long bath tonight and try to unwind with a shiny book ^-^


In eighteenth-century France there lived a man who was one of the most gifted and abominable personages in an era that knew no lack of gifted and abominable personages. His story will be told here. his name was Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, and if his name - in contrast to the names of other gifted abominations, de Sade's, for instance, or Saint-Just's, Fouché's Bonaparte's, etc. - has been forgotten today,m it is certainly not because Grenouille fell short of those more famous blackguards when it came to arrogance, misanthropy, immorality, or, more succinctly, to wickedness, but because his gifts and his sole ambition were restricted to a domain that leaves no traces in history: to the fleeting realm of scent.

In the operiod of which we speak, there reigned in the cities a stench barely conceivable to us modern men and women. The streets stank of manure, the courtyards of urine, the stairwells stank of moldering wood and rat droppings, the kitchens of spoiled cabbage and mutton fat; the unaired parlors stank of stale dust, the bedrooms of greasy sheets , damp featherbeds, and the pungently sweet aroma of chamber pots. The stench of sulfer rose from the chimneys, the stench of caustic lyes from the tanneries, and from the slaughterhouses came the stench of congealed blood. People stank of sweat and unwashed clothes; from their mouths came the stench of rotting teeth, from their bellies that of onions, and from their bodies, if they were no longer very young, came the stench of rancid cheese and sour milk and tumerous diseases.