tea_and_ink: (we go forward we come back)
Mostly because my mother is an enabler, but also because I kind of like champagne... but let's blame my mother.


Hafta go call my bro and burp in his ear, or something else equally deserving of his attention.


(also, I'm drunk, this has been a hard-to-type post, dudettes)
tea_and_ink: (el dia de todas las almas)
Friend 1: so, you say you're a catholic, however you don't go to church or practice any kind of catholic rituals. That I know of.
Friend 2: Well, yeah, you can give me that look. Or you can see it as I do.
Me: How's that?
F2: I just don't let the religious part of my religious belief interfere with my religious belief.

Sometimes it does pay off to be only sober one around, man.

Also, to make up for my sorrowful lack of alcohol consumption, the bestie's been throwing Neuromancer references at me since I stepped into the apartment. I hearts him.


Aug. 24th, 2009 08:41 pm
tea_and_ink: (y canto canciones de amor y furia)
Okay. So, I only feel vaguely and partially bad for skipping school today (first days are never interesting, anyway) because I lost track of time reading this book I shall wax poetics about now:

Blindsight by Peter Watts has left me unable to form a coherent though that doesn't begin, end and mostly consist of oh, my God, this is pure genius. Complex setting and seemingly cheesy plot line mix and blend and twirl around each other to produce this exquisitely intricate and unpredictable treaty on human nature and how it traps us into humanity. It deals with ideas about intelligence, cognition, language...  ::loves::

When things started to get revealed, when theories were starting to take shape (not my theories, mind. They were sort of dead wrong. Or downright nonexistent, at times) things started clicking inside my head, I love how it explores all these concepts I've been engorging myself with for the last few years, ever since I learned about certain theories on the beginning/construction of the human animal as a political animal. I wish I'd have read this book before. Though maybe back then I wouldn't have had the tools (or patience) to think things through and find the core point that joins both ideas together.

Even if Psychology isn't something you're interested in, you should still read this book. It's science fiction at it's best. The style is bold and clean, hard science fiction melding with literary proficiency. The characters are so out there, so impossibly different to us that you can't help but relate, I guess this is one of those instances when the other's otherness calls to our own individuality. The story is woven and plotted in such a way that it's nearly impossible to cast predictions and expect them to be accurate.

It's simply brilliant. It depicts a background reality not so difficult to imagine. A (not so distant) future where society, apparently, has become everything we've been dreaming of becoming in a way, and it all seems as peachy as it gets, until it bites us in the ass. And doesn't unclench it's jaws.

Terrifying, incredibly original spin on the classic tale of first contact.

I'mma go and have some tea now. And feel really bad for skipping school.

tea_and_ink: (one does not love breathing)
You guys!!!!!! I am so embarrassed it took me this long to sit down and thank you all for the happy birthday wishes!

It was sort of a surreal experience, because on the one hand my brother is waking me up at ungodly hours to be the first to wish a happy one and on the other hand I have this pile of books to go through a third time because there was this final (last one this term, YES!) making me awfully paranoid and nothing else was getting through. And the it was over and it felt like such a non-event, yanno? but on Friday morning before heading to campus I finally allowed myself to log in to LJ and, you guys!!!!!

Thank you so much, like I told Zo, I always fear no one will remember because I'm terrible at remembering these dates myself, so it feels like it would be appropriate, on a cosmic level, or something. I keep forgetting how fabulously fantastic my flist is (and yes Zo, reminders and other assorted gizmos with which I shall now make myself more acquainted ;p ). Never again. You're a bunch of wonderful people who continuously remind me of the still-there goodness of the world. I love you all!!!

::is a sap::

Also, ohmygod [livejournal.com profile] eldritchhobbit [livejournal.com profile] eldritchhobbit  gave me my first v-gift and it is beautiful!! Thank you so much, you are one lovely lady!


Jul. 14th, 2009 08:24 pm
tea_and_ink: (that new car smell)
Okay, this is me being all helpful and in my quest to make the world a better place.

The Encounter by [profile] cole_chan  deserves your total and undivided attention for the painfully short time it takes to read. Because it is lovely, adorable and utterly fangirling material. Even if you don't like/know of/fangirl to death one fandom or the other, or hey, either, you still should go and read simply for the pleasure of it. There. Um, it's a Doctor Who/Star Trek reboot crossover that makes so much sense and will leave you with the greatest starry eyes ever.

Also, went skiing, took a truckload of pictures, came home to a crashed computer, fixed the computer (because I rock, and am fearless and also desperate) by myself, uploaded the pictures and proceeded to curse a couple car window reflexions (we were moving, it was cold, I was not allowed to be wee bit happy for a wee bit second because the step father likes to castrate me like that), called my brother and gloated about how I'm basking in the snow while he's slowly cooking in his own sweat, he kindly reminded me he does not like snow as I do, I still gloated.

Um. Pics to come, and also those little stories I owe Anna and Zo.

Much love, bbs. Which you can tell by my effusive reccing of (ha!) yet another ST fic. I'll go back to Spn and J2, promise. It's just, you guys, ST is soooo shinyyyyy! and snarky.

tea_and_ink: (bound to catch the heavens if they fall)
Ok, you crazy bunch. We've been doing some practice in my writing shop, and one of the prompts was to write a little piece to a provided photograph. I, being me, feel like taking this to the next level since I feel that doing this just once was not enough for me to fully enjoy it, you know, sample the textures and play around with it for a little while. I felt vaguely cheated out of it.

Now, the deal a present to you is as follows: you prompt me with two words, the first one I will use as a reference theme for a photograph, and the second will be the actual prompt for the written part of the composition. You can provide fandom, character or whatever else you feel would bracket the field.

Fandomwise, the usual suspects apply; original work is always a pleasure and the length would be kind of ficlet-ish (believe me, I could be more vague here).

Another option (because I really like you) would be for you to provide the photograph and the second word of the prompt. I want to work on my picture-taking skills a bit, yes, but I also want to expand my creative horizons, you see.

How 'bout it? Would you help a lost little soul out?

tea_and_ink: (DA - OTP)
some photos I've taken of the sun doing sunny things. Also, I'm bored. Please do note that these are all through car windows, some of them while parked, others while in motion, but all equally loved by me.

shine on, you crazy diamond )

Well, that's that, folks. Back to whatever it is you do when I'm not bored out of my skull. Thank you for your time.
tea_and_ink: (el dia de todas las almas)

Clearly I could rule the world, seeing as how I win at life so hard sometimes.

Needs a bit more honey. BUT I SHOULD, LIKE, PATENT THIS STUFF. Or something.

Anyone interested in the recipe?

Pics to come, for sure because OMG I MADE UP A BREAD!

tea_and_ink: (Default)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You are a wonderful, talented, amazing person whom I miss on a daily basis, in case my repeated cries for attention hadn't tipped you in on that. I'm so glad things are falling into place for you right now (at least I hope they're still shiny and smooth as they were when I last knew from you). Honestly, girl, you make my days with your little random emails and your general awesomeness, I'm very glad we've happen across each other and sincerely hope you can continue to be the totally non-slashy Jensen to my Jared.


Have a great, great day and an even greater year, get drunk and go grope someone, or whatever it is you crazy brits do when partying out. Also, make sure to have a drink on me (not that I'll be sending you the money to do so, just pretend I bought it with my fake monopoly bills, 'k?)

::insert sparkly text that seems to be all the rage these days around these parts:: HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

P.P.: Shall be putting the little, silly thing I got you in Aruba on the mail this week, further details will be disclosed on an email. How long did my last envelope take to get to you?

tea_and_ink: (down the barrel of a winchester)
No, really. Take a guess.

Well, ST of course.

RECS! Because I'm generous and stuff. Also, I feel my life is more complete after having read this stuff, which means I'm likely to smile more often simply by remembering bits and ends. Now, assume one of this memories jumps on the passenger seat while I'm walking down the street, assume now that the inevitable smile that takes over my face, somehow, gets passed on to somebody else and, for a little while at least, their day is that tad bit brighter.  Isn't that a nice assumption?


Y'all bow to me, now.

The following are PG, so, safe for everyone and their dogs.

Only the Good Die Young by [livejournal.com profile] _seven_crows  Chekov being adorable. Also, Kirk makes sound effects, there are discussions about naked singularities, Spock takes on responsibilities that may not be quite as suited to him as originally thought. Much fun is had by all. Unless you're Chekov.

Four Consequences of the Unexpected and Unlikely Friendship Between James T. Kirk and Nyota Uhura
by[livejournal.com profile] trisfic  Laugh. Out. Loud. And then some. It is slightly terrifying because, zomg should this two ever become this awesomely BFFs the galaxy should tremble. There's some poetry involved, as well.

The Enterprise: of Warp Barriers, Captains, and Other Scary Things by [livejournal.com profile] karanguni  some more Chekov being generally awesome, and Kirk being all-around trouble. Also featuring Spock figuring stuff out in a heart beat and being appropriately stoic about it.

A Fucking Space Opera (or Six Characters Who Didn't Board The USS Enterprise)
by [livejournal.com profile] oxoniensis  Fandoms crossover ahoy! Sam and Dean are in it too.

Captain Awesome and His Amazing Enterprise by [livejournal.com profile] vaingirlfic  they are in a rock band. High School AU but that's not the point, the point is: THEY ARE IN A BAND. Surprisingly? not as cracky as the premise suggests. Still, tremendously hilarious because, get this, they are in a band.

People Who Repair Quantums, or Five Planets the Enterprise Never Visited by [livejournal.com profile] ignipes  This one is possibly my favorite so far. Every single piece is perfect and also? it features fandoms that I've been known to fangirl pretty hardcore. Kind of taylor-made, if you will.

Um. This is it. For now. I have to go categorize and track down put in one single place all the others I want the world to see (again, most likely). If you've already read these ones, well then go read again because they are just. That. Good.



Jun. 5th, 2009 02:44 pm
tea_and_ink: (happiness)

here at zacharyquinto.com

Um. How come this picture has me so over the moon? It's like a supernova going off in my face right now, for reasons I don't care to delve deeper into unknown to me I can' t stop grinning.

I think this makes up for Einstein's utter fail at holding up his end of a quantum mechanics conversation. But then, I'm not very good at that either. Also? wth, brain? Is it wrong of me to want to find the link between quantum physics and human psychology? if for no other reason that not feel like I missed the target with the career choosing thingy.


Baked a cake the other day, and it wasn't until I tasted it's saltiness that I realized the sugar hadn't even been measured out to begin with... I continue to win at life, as you can tell.

Also? and probably the entire point of this post, aside from the Quinto-Obama appreciation bit where's Cas? Cas, where are you? I MISS OUR PROFOUNDLY INTELLECTUAL AND METAPHYSICAL CONVERSATIONS, WOMAN. I CAN HAS MY BARACKLES NAO? kthkz

I'll just be here, living vicariously through movie stars for a little while, if anybody needs me.

tea_and_ink: (time lord)
Dear Flist.

Your Star Trek fics, I wants them. Pimp 'em out. Even if they're not yours but you feel the world is more complete because they exist. Or, y'know, you just like them.

In short: gimme Star Trek ficcage y'all!

Much love, Me.

P.S.: ST icon pimpage is also strongly encouraged.
tea_and_ink: (peeks)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAYBIRD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love you lots and would tremendously appreciate it if you could pick up your damn phone. You know I always wish the very best for everybody you and this time is no exception, you're an amazing person and I kind of sort of worship admire you enough to tell you so. Hence the public acceptance of my own shortcomings happiness and gratefulness that I have you in my life and that you're our big brother. Also, Sophie wishes you'd pick up your damn phone as well.

Feliz cumpleaños, hermano!

tea_and_ink: (fortune teller)
So, I'm on the phone with my brother (yes, you are allowed to look shocked and surprised at this strange occurrence) and he goes on and on about joining a gym and stuff, then asks about my routine (because he totally did not spend like three months with me an itty bitty little while ago), I told him I just did yoga for, like, twenty minutes every morning because I'm too lazy to hit a gym and also, self-conscious. So yoga studio it is, where people is nice and all peaced-out and stuff (not that there aren't types like that in a gym, they're just much more common where I'm at) and he scoffs and says that's not enough work out, where's the muscle and the sweat in that?


It is. It totally is a work out, I may not break out a sweat every single time, nor do I have nicely shaped/toned muscles, but that's because I don't feel like spending a hour in a heated room, sweating liters off for the sakes of feeling like a proper work out. I walk everywhere and I eat healthily and I'm way more flexible that he could ever dream of being. ::blows raspberry:: So there.

I was ticked, to I picked up a two liters (about 70 oz?, I'm out of practice with this whole conversions thingy) water bottle and tried some bicep curls, got to fifteen before my bicep started burning and my hand was kinda cramped. Totally the uncomfortable shape of the bottle's fault. Also, I know nothing about bicep curls and fifteen sounds minimal BUT I CAN HOLD THE ENTIRE WEIGHT OF MY BODY IN AWKWARD BALANCING ASANAS FOR, LIKE FIVE BREATHS (which is totally a long time, like thirty seconds, try it) AND LIVE TO TELL THE TALE. So shove it, bro.

Um. Wanna bake some bread, pro'lly will now that the weather seems to have gotten the memo that yes, fall is indeed here, and so it should behave accordingly, dammit!

Today I learned a valuable lesson: chickpeas are the girlfriends of the boypeas. Gender/biology lesson courtesy of the four year-old that joined my group last week. I may fangirl his awesomeness a little.

tea_and_ink: (peeks)
Happy Mother's Day to all the mamas in my flist!
tea_and_ink: (junk_headphones)
Y'all!, I have such a crush on this guy, totally want to see him live. So much.

 Mambo in London and Alma Llanera in Disneyworld )
Hope you liked!

tea_and_ink: (anything frail anything wild)
It's come to my attention that I don't post enough advertisement for Cordoba. This seems wrong to me.

I've been living here since July 2003 and I'm still in love with how new it seems every time I go out. It would bother me that I still feel every bit an alien as I felt back then, all of seventeen and with hopes and illusions bigger than my head, but it doesn't because the hopes and illusions have been tempered by the life I've shaped for myself and, unlike then, they seem reachable now, I have grown roots as deep as I can make them go anywhere that isn't my home, friends and loves have come and go, I still want to travel the world, visit India and live in New Mexico, I still want to grow my own garden and I still want to make my living writing (not that you'd know), but in the meantime, walking down streets I know everything about and discover a new color where there used to be just a blank wall excites me enough to take my time and live here, now.

In honor to this declaration of love, I'm giving you more pics. Hopefully I'll be able to make a bit of a series out of this. The need to take pictures is overwhelming these days, it fits that I take advantage of it.

through my lens )

Anything in particular you'd like to see from Cordoba, or my apartment? I'm charitable.


Mar. 27th, 2009 04:25 pm
tea_and_ink: (fandom)
so. much. love.

Here is a meta that echoes my thoughts on the episode, and so I'll be lazy and link to it instead of pretending to come up with something original.

Though I will say how much I loved )
Those are my two cents, anyway. Thoughts?

tea_and_ink: (junk_headphones)
whomever was that recced me Murder by Death, please know that I am so grateful for your kindness. You have made my life such a nicer place.

Also? I kinda wish I remembered who you are...


Mar. 12th, 2009 12:05 pm
tea_and_ink: (fandom)
When you see this post a SPN quote:

Sam: It's not food anymore, Dean. Its Darwinism!
"Tall Tales".

Took yer sweet time Show, didn't ya?


tea_and_ink: (Default)
olé nonetheless
...and your heart held out like a tin cup to catch the rain...

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