Ultimate aesthetes

'But my dear Sebastian, you can't seriously believe it all.'

'Can't I?'

'I mean about Christmas and the star and the three kings and the ox and the ass.'

"Oh yes, I believe that. It's a lovely idea.'

'But you can't believe things because they're a lovely idea.'

'But I do. That's how I believe.'

--Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh

Belated happy Christmas, everyone!

Je suis loser

It's a little embarrassing that the thing of which I am actually most proud, in my entire life, is my fic. When I am very down I google my author ID and look at all the recs on tumblr and livejournal. I am more proud of this than I am of making it into med school or anything else.

Especially this December

It's coming on Christmas
They're cutting down trees
They're putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace.
Oh, I wish I had a river
I could skate away on.
I wish I had a river so long,
I would teach my feet to fly.

All things considered I guess you don't have to buy it

I only recently learned that the Borders stores had shut down. I've never been inside one--I think I might have been inside a B&N while I was in the states but never a Borders--and I'm a little sad, not that it affects my life in any way but because future generations of off-Broadway fans will likely not understand the following words in "A Summer in Ohio":

I saw your book at a Borders in Kentucky
Under a sign that said "New and Recommended!"
I stole a look at your picture on the inside sleeve
And then I couldn't leave!

The Forest of Dean

Maybe we should just stay here, Harry. Grow old.