joyful descant

i will wake it to a cheerful strain

Euterpe's Daughter
26 July 1985
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Euterpe glanced her fingers o'er her lute,
And lightly waked it to a cheerful strain,
Then laid it by, and took the mellow flute,
Whose softly flowing warble filled the plain:
It was a lay that roused the drooping soul,
And bade the tear of sorrow cease to flow;
From shady woods the Nymphs enchanted stole,
While laughing Cupids bent the silver bow,
Fluttering like fays that flit in Luna's softened glow.

- Percival's An Ode To Music

Current layout done with evilkeen's pictures of me by wrin.

This journal is used primarily for informing friends about my current state of affairs, and it usually doesn't occur to me to make an entry unless I'm feeling upset or busy, so the number of angsty and list-of-upcoming-activities posts is disproportionate. You are warned.

That said, however, I average out to be a very happy person, content with life.

A couple favourite quotes, both from Robert A Heinlein:
"I’ve never understood how God could expect His creatures to pick the one true religion by faith—it strikes me as a sloppy way to run a universe."
-Jubal Harshaw, Stranger in a Strange Land
"'Love' is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own."
-Jubal Harshaw, Stranger in a Strange Land