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clevermanka) wrote2021-05-23 11:32 am
clevermanka) wrote2021-05-23 11:32 am
Sunday Snippet, et. al.
Bai Yu contains multitudes.
Fanart: Not your robe, ZYL. Look of love. Shaving help. Floating. Smile. Behind partially-closed doors. Lantern light.
Here's a clip of the band I went to see last night. My friend Philip is the guitarist on the right in the driving cap. He's leaving to help his daughter in North Carolina with the grandbaby arriving in August (I was at their daughter's bat mitzvah good lord).
It was good to go out. I adjusted faster than I thought I would to the lack of masks. It helped that most of the people there were old music scenesters that I recognized, or the progressive type of old hippie that Lawrence collects. I ran into one of my old musicians from Renfest days, and thanks to my friend Cheryl (Philip's wife), got an introduction to her former co-worker, the chair of American Studies (whom I knew through emails but had never met in person). Apparently, his department is going to be looking for a new admin soon and he was very interested to know that I was looking for a job. He made me promise to email him, which I've already done. I was up front with him about how I think I'm on a no-fly list from the College of Liberal Arts and he said "Oh if we want you, we'll fight that." Cheryl (who used to teach in AMS as well as English) chimed in with "American Studies is full of revolutionary Marxists." 😆 Neither of them raised a disbelieving eyebrow at myparanoia suspicions, which was validating.
Because I did get a very small bit of writing done this week, I have a snippet! I flipped a coin to see if y'all would get 🔥 or 🔪 and you get 🔪, sorry! Zhao Yunlan is not adjusting well.
They passed a food cart just as he rolled down his window and the smell of street food hit him him the face. He’d found a place that offered an acceptable substitute for the months they were banished, but it had never had been quite the same as home. The scent made his mouth water while wrenching his heart with loss for the peaceful life they’d left behind. By the time he recovered from the emotional whiplash, it was too late to ask the driver to stop.
He stuffed his phone back in his pocket. He needed a car. He needed a job. He needed to figure out what he was doing with his life.
Fretting all the way back to the hotel further soured his mood and the excited chatter of a large group checking in didn’t help. Had city living always been this noisy? He’d gotten spoiled. He didn’t quite repress a sigh when two weary people in business suits entered the elevator just as the doors were closing. Zhao Yunlan suffered through their conversation of woe until they got out two floors below his. He felt numb just from listening. Was that the sort of life he’d be living soon?
Fanart: Not your robe, ZYL. Look of love. Shaving help. Floating. Smile. Behind partially-closed doors. Lantern light.
Here's a clip of the band I went to see last night. My friend Philip is the guitarist on the right in the driving cap. He's leaving to help his daughter in North Carolina with the grandbaby arriving in August (I was at their daughter's bat mitzvah good lord).
It was good to go out. I adjusted faster than I thought I would to the lack of masks. It helped that most of the people there were old music scenesters that I recognized, or the progressive type of old hippie that Lawrence collects. I ran into one of my old musicians from Renfest days, and thanks to my friend Cheryl (Philip's wife), got an introduction to her former co-worker, the chair of American Studies (whom I knew through emails but had never met in person). Apparently, his department is going to be looking for a new admin soon and he was very interested to know that I was looking for a job. He made me promise to email him, which I've already done. I was up front with him about how I think I'm on a no-fly list from the College of Liberal Arts and he said "Oh if we want you, we'll fight that." Cheryl (who used to teach in AMS as well as English) chimed in with "American Studies is full of revolutionary Marxists." 😆 Neither of them raised a disbelieving eyebrow at my
Because I did get a very small bit of writing done this week, I have a snippet! I flipped a coin to see if y'all would get 🔥 or 🔪 and you get 🔪, sorry! Zhao Yunlan is not adjusting well.
They passed a food cart just as he rolled down his window and the smell of street food hit him him the face. He’d found a place that offered an acceptable substitute for the months they were banished, but it had never had been quite the same as home. The scent made his mouth water while wrenching his heart with loss for the peaceful life they’d left behind. By the time he recovered from the emotional whiplash, it was too late to ask the driver to stop.
He stuffed his phone back in his pocket. He needed a car. He needed a job. He needed to figure out what he was doing with his life.
Fretting all the way back to the hotel further soured his mood and the excited chatter of a large group checking in didn’t help. Had city living always been this noisy? He’d gotten spoiled. He didn’t quite repress a sigh when two weary people in business suits entered the elevator just as the doors were closing. Zhao Yunlan suffered through their conversation of woe until they got out two floors below his. He felt numb just from listening. Was that the sort of life he’d be living soon?
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Heck, yes...
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Also, I'm two weeks past my second shot on Wednesday, so ... visit soon when you feel up to it?
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WINNING.
Admission, I'm getting frightfully jelly of all the folks seeing you. :)
Stop fucking raining, already!
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I'm glad you had a good night out, and oh, I hope something comes of that opportunity!
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He's been through so much, and he's done so well
And alas, now it's his turn to not do so well. 😬
that feeling of homecoming not feeling quite right
Exactly. I mean, if nothing else, they died. There's no really, truly, actually coming back from that. Add into that all the other stuff that's changed? Home as they knew it is gone for them. They didn't leave their old lives behind them on the plane trip from Dragon City to the cabin. They left them behind on that last trip to Dixing.
I love how you always comment on my snippets. THANK YOU. Seriously, thank you.
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Thank YOU for sharing your words with us! I love your take on the characters, and the worlds you build for them.
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I feel ya, ZYL, and I didn't even die, come back, and get banished for a while.
Glad the outing went well and you made a job connection! The American Studies dept sounds like fun! Networking, networking, networking!
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Yeah I'm not saying more than a little of my current reality is projected into this fic but more than a little of my current reality is projected into this fic (as it did in Deconstruction 😅😩).
And thank you, yay networking! (also yay for being a fucking rockstar at my old job)
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*pets Zhao Yunlan sadly*
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After raking Shen Wei over the coals it had to be Zhao Yunlan's turn, poor guy.
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And more words! I have zero context for that snippet, but I like it a lot!
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It's real good to exercise those small talk muscles again.
And thank you! Hearing stuff sounds good even out of context is fantastic. 🧡
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Yay for a possible new job!
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Fingers crossed for all the possibilities!
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Oooh, job opportunities! O_O It's always your best chance to get something through personal connections. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for you!
Zhao Yunlan is not adjusting well.
Ouch. I love this!
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And nice to have you with me on Drag Zhao Yunlan Over The Psychological Coals train!