tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135252462011-04-21T18:49:57.860-07:00ektopos - greek - away from a place [ek-, away from, out of ; see ecto- + topos, place.]Lindseynoreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525246.post-1140732350482494962006-02-23T14:03:00.000-08:002006-02-23T14:05:50.503-08:00

title: no love, no.rating: pg-13. character death & misogyny, man.prompt: glory in 50mins.summary: the death of hippolytus, retold. this is the third prompt in a row to which i've responded using a myth.disclaimer: i'm no euripydes.Life’s a bitch, they say. My father may rail about life and labours and taxes and minotaurs but he has it completely wrong. Life’s peachy; it’s the women who are

Lindseynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525246.post-1140458198998194502006-02-20T09:54:00.000-08:002006-02-20T09:56:39.016-08:00

In lieu of actual content, another reposting of modern-day myth. title: discordrating: pgprompt: a series of unfortunate events.summary: the judgment of paris in a modern setting, 568 words.Paris tells the story differently of course and so very vividly. Mount Ida is a remote place with a railway line that cuts right through, straight between the foothills, dividing the isolated from the

Lindseynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525246.post-1140260261039280622006-02-18T10:44:00.000-08:002006-02-18T02:57:41.056-08:00

I must learn to update here more often.I'm reading Weight by Jeanette Winterson right now. It's a re-telling of the myth of Atlas and Heracles and I'm definitely enjoying it more than Margaret Atwood's The Penolopiad, as much as I like Odysseus and Penelope.As I've mentioned elsewhere, it's one of those things that worries me; all these ideas that we think are original - re-telling mythologies in

Lindseynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525246.post-1135363305309683932005-12-23T10:39:00.000-08:002005-12-23T10:41:45.323-08:00

I feel I should post here more often, I do. Not least because I now own a Blogger hoodie, courtesy of mah wondrous Roswitha.Perhaps that should be my new year's resolution?That and pass my exams and go to South America and other highly attainable stuff.

Lindseynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525246.post-1130175432675797012005-10-24T18:33:00.000-07:002005-10-24T10:40:00.986-07:00

What is it about exam time? Or, more specifically, the run-up to exam-time? Seriously, I get so damned distracted by the most minor things...1. Why did my purple gel pen have to run out?2. Why do I really, really like James Blunt's Out of my Mind?3. Why is it that certain words are suddenly impossible to spell? Like haemorrhage? How many m's? How many r's? Does it really need that second h? And

Lindseynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525246.post-1129491512707424202005-10-16T20:35:00.000-07:002005-10-16T12:38:32.710-07:00

I was tagged by Roswitha to write a 55 word story and seeing as I'm totally her bitch, I am now finally coming up with the goods. He was waiting for the opportune moment, between the yelling and the figurative gunfire. He would rather keep his head down; hiding in the trenches was more his style anyway. He did so hate scenes. He did step forward in the end, though, and claimed

Lindseynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525246.post-1127425233130570982005-09-22T22:38:00.000-07:002005-09-22T14:40:33.136-07:00

The new "Pride and Prejudice", eh? It's not half-bad. I was about fourteen when the BBC Colin Firth/Jennifer Ehle version was first aired and I was smitten, I have to admit. I read the book on the strength of it (and that led on to me reading the rest of Austen's novels and scoping out any other BBC adaptations that were floating around. None of them lived up to that first viewing of "Pride and

Lindseynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525246.post-1126565583917996712005-09-12T15:47:00.000-07:002005-09-12T16:00:19.893-07:00

And into that gate they shall enter, and in that house they shall dwell, where there shall be no cloud nor sun, no darkness nor dazzling, but one equal light, no noise nor silence, but one equal music, no fears nor hopes, but one equal possession, no foes nor friends but one equal communion and identity, no ends nor beginnings, but one equal eternity.-Sermon, John Donne, 1572-1631This evening,

Lindseynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525246.post-1119887649714810872005-06-27T16:54:00.000-07:002005-06-27T08:54:12.863-07:00

Being a medical student can be little scary. One reason is, of course, that in little over a year's time and assuming that all things go to plan, I will be a doctor. I will be able to prescribe drugs and I will have responsibility to patients. It may not be life and death stuff but it's not far from it.Of course, in a year and four days, I'll also get paid which will be something of a novelty

Lindseynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525246.post-1119728260973974482005-06-25T20:37:00.000-07:002005-06-25T12:37:40.980-07:00

New Zealand 21 -- 3 British & Irish Lions. The game of rugby can be a beautiful thing. Not today. The Lions played abysmally and, if New Zealand had been playing any way well, the final score could have been embarrassing. Enjoyment of the match was not helped by one of the commentators on Sky Sports, Stuart Barnes. Brian O'Driscoll, Irishman and captain of the Lions, was injured in the first 90

Lindseynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525246.post-1119605670564322322005-06-24T02:18:00.000-07:002005-06-24T02:34:30.570-07:00

Today, eyes are still disgusting. The ears, the nose and the throat equally so. And I shall say nothing about obstetrics and gynaecology.Two attempts at reviews today. King Arthur: The Director's Cut. [movie] To be fair, I have only seen the first half an hour of it but, wow, it's so much better than the original cinema version. By better, I mean more violent. There is also a tad more

Lindseynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525246.post-1119393721168355102005-06-21T23:33:00.000-07:002005-06-21T15:42:01.173-07:00

It is strange; read any romance and odds are that there will be a great deal of spouting forth about the wondrous effects of the eyes of a would-be-beloved. (cf: Jane Austen's Darcy and his appreciation of Elizabeth Bennet's fine eyes.)Two weeks in an Ophthamological Hospital or a good read of an Ophthamology textbook will put paid to any of that nonsense. I defy anyone to see the romance in

Lindseynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525246.post-1119225264924912772005-06-20T00:53:00.000-07:002005-06-19T16:54:24.936-07:00

I feel as though I should use this blog-thing a bit. I figure it's a good sort of place for reviewing ... things. Like cinema or music or, in this case, the theatre.This evening, I went to see a production by Footsbarn, a company of travelling players who have brought themselves and their large tent to St. George's Dock, Dublin. The production was Perchance to Dream -- a play consisting of

Lindseynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13525246.post-1118266423958496072005-06-08T14:32:00.000-07:002005-06-08T14:33:43.960-07:00

Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3.

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