WTF STEVE EARLE IN CONCERT HERE?!

Okay. I just discovered that Steve Earle is coming to Rome THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW. Like, why didn't I know it BEFORE? Only problem is, the place is not far. It's like, unreachable. But who cares. I mean, my latest obsession is coming here in a low-price venue and I didn't know it and it's the day after tomorrow?!! I need to find tickets like now. Like, I jumped on my seat.

God, Steve Earle. Now, here's when I wonder why the fuck I don't drive. *goes checking every possible way of reaching that place* And it's when I wonder where I'll find someone to drive me if I can't find a way. Well, guess if no one drives me I'll go there with public transportation and then slain my veins and take a taxi back, even when taxis here are something hateful.

*heads out to search for tickets NOW*

I just... thanks, oh SteveEarle.net tour list, and kudos to me for having the presence to check that out.

ETA: I got the ticket. Now I just need to figure out if I'll ever manage to come back home with the public transportation.

WTF STEVE EARLE IN CONCERT HERE?!

Okay. I just discovered that Steve Earle is coming to Rome THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW. Like, why didn't I know it BEFORE? Only problem is, the place is not far. It's like, unreachable. But who cares. I mean, my latest obsession is coming here in a low-price venue and I didn't know it and it's the day after tomorrow?!! I need to find tickets like now. Like, I jumped on my seat.

God, Steve Earle. Now, here's when I wonder why the fuck I don't drive. *goes checking every possible way of reaching that place* And it's when I wonder where I'll find someone to drive me if I can't find a way. Well, guess if no one drives me I'll go there with public transportation and then slain my veins and take a taxi back, even when taxis here are something hateful.

*heads out to search for tickets NOW*

I just... thanks, oh SteveEarle.net tour list, and kudos to me for having the presence to check that out.

ETA: I got the ticket. Now I just need to figure out if I'll ever manage to come back home with the public transportation.

I need a Real Hume icon for realz.

Please bear with my spamming today.

So I'm reading the feminist interpretations of Hume and I was at this article written by the same author that wrote the one I have to essay about and... well, I'll just copy that.

The celebrated laments in the conclusion of book one of the Treatise might be read as the expression of a member of a subject race, the Scots, who had just lost their independence. Hume - speaking English with a despised Scottish accent, writing English with awareness of his own deaf ear for his own lapses into 'Scotticisms', hoping for an audience with a readership who did not treat him really as one of them - might also be seen to have been in a position a bit like that of a woman trying to make her way in a profession where she is suspect from the start, a 'strange uncouth monster' unlikely to win acceptance from those already securely in possession of whatever 'thrones' might exist there. Admittedly, whatever Hume thought he was doing in this celebrated 'conclusion of this book' he surely did not think he was merely expressing a literary Scot's frustrations, let alone putting himself into women's shoes or sympathizing with the bluestockings of his day. [...] Hume was, if you like, an unwitting virtual woman.

Is it wrong that I find this too amusing for words? Wasn't there anyone on my FL saying that Des is a total damsel in distress? Well, seems like my professor here agrees ;) God I'm never going to be serious when discussing it. Never.

I need a Real Hume icon for realz.

Please bear with my spamming today.

So I'm reading the feminist interpretations of Hume and I was at this article written by the same author that wrote the one I have to essay about and... well, I'll just copy that.

The celebrated laments in the conclusion of book one of the Treatise might be read as the expression of a member of a subject race, the Scots, who had just lost their independence. Hume - speaking English with a despised Scottish accent, writing English with awareness of his own deaf ear for his own lapses into 'Scotticisms', hoping for an audience with a readership who did not treat him really as one of them - might also be seen to have been in a position a bit like that of a woman trying to make her way in a profession where she is suspect from the start, a 'strange uncouth monster' unlikely to win acceptance from those already securely in possession of whatever 'thrones' might exist there. Admittedly, whatever Hume thought he was doing in this celebrated 'conclusion of this book' he surely did not think he was merely expressing a literary Scot's frustrations, let alone putting himself into women's shoes or sympathizing with the bluestockings of his day. [...] Hume was, if you like, an unwitting virtual woman.

Is it wrong that I find this too amusing for words? Wasn't there anyone on my FL saying that Des is a total damsel in distress? Well, seems like my professor here agrees ;) God I'm never going to be serious when discussing it. Never.

fic, Lost: Miracle Drug (Desmond/Charlie), R, for philosophy_20

I swear I'm done writing entries for today, really.

Title: Miracle Drug
Characters/Pairing: Desmond/Charlie aka smack to the future?
Rating: R
Disclaimer: So not mine. The end of S3 wouldn't have been the end of S3 if they were.
Word count: 3601
Spoilers: Up to Flashes Before Your Eyes. Set more or less around Par Avion time.
Summary: If he only could take a trip inside Desmond’s head the way he went on another kind of trips once, he thinks. But Charlie would need a miracle drug for it and he isn’t so sure that such a thing exists.
A/N: For philosophy_20 #4, inertia. So, I had been wanting to write Des/Charlie for months and it didn't want to come together. Then last day I was listening to a U2 song and magically this thing started off alone and it kind of wrote itself. I didn't even know where the hell it was going until the last section or so. Uhm, I guess angst alert? Blatantly ignores everything that happened in S4. Thanks to/for falafel_musings for giving this a look and the encouragement, with this in specific and with the pairing in general ;) Nominated for best slash fic at lost_fic_awards, May 2008.



( In the end, it satisfies all of their needs. )

fic, Lost: Miracle Drug (Desmond/Charlie), R, for philosophy_20

I swear I'm done writing entries for today, really.

Title: Miracle Drug
Characters/Pairing: Desmond/Charlie aka smack to the future?
Rating: R
Disclaimer: So not mine. The end of S3 wouldn't have been the end of S3 if they were.
Word count: 3601
Spoilers: Up to Flashes Before Your Eyes. Set more or less around Par Avion time.
Summary: If he only could take a trip inside Desmond’s head the way he went on another kind of trips once, he thinks. But Charlie would need a miracle drug for it and he isn’t so sure that such a thing exists.
A/N: For philosophy_20 #4, inertia. So, I had been wanting to write Des/Charlie for months and it didn't want to come together. Then last day I was listening to a U2 song and magically this thing started off alone and it kind of wrote itself. I didn't even know where the hell it was going until the last section or so. Uhm, I guess angst alert? Blatantly ignores everything that happened in S4. Thanks to/for falafel_musings for giving this a look and the encouragement, with this in specific and with the pairing in general ;) Nominated for best slash fic at lost_fic_awards, May 2008.



( In the end, it satisfies all of their needs. )