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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The (almost) Prequel (Chapter 0) for “Hibernating with Ghosts” is online and can be found on AO3. Other parts will follow soon.

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Coffee on a Thursday, because life is short and I need caffeine. Also it’s Halloween around the corner and because I do what I want anyway I’ll celebrate a bit earlier than usual. You’ll see me again on Monday after a long weekend of entertaining guests, possibly wearing black lipstick if I can find that old thing somewhere, and enjoying all sorts of wicked things. Life ain’t fun without a good scare..

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So here’s the usual coffee picture to go with a short update - as you might have noticed I’ve resumed posting on this tumblr recently, which will continue for a few month - we have to see from there. Summer is over for good here (god, I fucking hate this grey fall weather), and it was quite exciting on my side of life. I did some traveling with mixed results (good weather in Serbia, shit weather everwhere else, and I swear to whatever deity you choose that I won’t ever sleep anywhere that has bed bugs ever again - it felt like I had caught the plague, it looked like I had caught the plague - quite interesting for an historian, I do admit - and it landed me straight in hospital. I’d rather not repeat that experience. Also I’m now covered in small scars, so there’s not much room for more of those on my body.), I did a little legal something to get a bit more legal with my long-term partner (aka I signed a lot of papers and said “yes” and you know all that shit. It was a good chance to buy a really sharp suit with a smoke coloured brocade jacket, though it didn’t go well with the bright red-yellowish bed bug scars, but well. That’s life for you, right?). Now I’m working three projects at once besides my official job with some academia and book editing on the side, so life is full. And I will spent a shitload of time on tumblr for procrastination reasons. Be prepared. And also thanks for sticking with me. See ya around!

[fayet]

Good morning! Is your weather as ghastly as ours? It’s been cold and dreary all weekend long in London, and nothing can really get me out of the house. The city feels strangely crowded after walking in the woods for a few days..

I’ll take a few dance classes tonight and otherwise lounge on my couch and read, and I hope the rice pudding in the oven will turn out well. Have a pleasent sunday, people, however it’ll look like.

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I mean, it’s almost Sunday, right? Almost.

There’s two drunk priests underneath my window shouting. For Rome that would be everyday life, over here it’s a bit.. unexpected.

To flee the madness I’ll be leaving London for a few days, which means I’ll actually be offline. Don’t break the internet while I’m gone, please. And: have a good sunday.

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Time for some coffee again. How was your weekend? I spent mine in an unusual social mood, traveling to meet old friends, and you can imagine how these things turn out. But I haven’t had anyone who made me french toast while I sat in their kitchen in sleepwear for a while, despite everybody dealing with hangovers, and it was surprisingly nice to go back to this feeling. I hope you had something like this in the past days as well, because we seriously deserve it.

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Listen to Bach, Die Kunst der Fuge, played be the incredible Glenn Gould.

For the first time in a very long time one of my teachers decided to choreograph on a small group of dancers I sometimes dance with. Contrapunctus 1, the first piece in the video, is the one I share with a few others. We’ve been rehearsing for a few weeks, and it’s been one of the most moving things I have done in a while. I haven’t been dancing properly since my body decided to break, and now to go back there just once and dance to this perfect and beautiful music is doing things to my mind and soul I had thought would never happen again. I had forgotten how much this whole dance thing means to me, beyond the mere technical work in the studio and making my body do things it cannot do anymore. I had entirely forgotten the pleasure of becoming music, and that I could still do it, even with all that physical damage. Turns out my body remembers all these things, and that is probably the best lesson I could have learnt this year.

Sorry for the sappy shit. Go and listen to Bach. Take it from here, Johann Sebastian.

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Hey kids, someone needs to go out for me tonight, because I’m stuck semi-sick on my couch and I can’t have sugar or alcohol (besides the gargling with vodka for the tooth problem) for a few weeks because my skin condition flared up again and is killing me. So I need someone who can don some sparkly shit and black boots and take it out on the dancefloor tonight, yes? You go and have fun and get low and then toast to me and think of me while I sit in a bathtub filled with sea salt water, silently praying that at least my face will be back to normal on Monday. You can come home after midnight and get some of my vegetable soup. Just bring back some of the good stuff, ‘kay? You can even borrow my leather jacket if you ask. Great, thanks, see you later.