{ this is how I disabled snapshots. }

I've heard a lot of fuss and bother about this recently and I'm confused because (a) I didn't realise there was a feature in LJ itself to turn these things off (i.e. viewing options) and (b) I shut the thing off inside itself, and haven't had a problem since?? Maybe it's something to do with my browser add-ons, but let me know if you've tried this method and it hasn't worked for you, and I can take this post down.

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At this point it will ask you to refresh/reload the page. Then: gone! Huzz! (Also: YES. That IS Paget Brewster being FABULOUSLY ATTRACTIVE.)

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Am headed to the library in a bit. Will be finishing my numb3rswom3n fic (I PROMISE leda_speaks that this will get done!) and finishing this week's poetry reading. My shoulders are going to die by the end of the day because my bag is going to be so ridiculously heavy.

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Didn't go to sleep until 3am last night because we decided to watch more old school Supernatural at 10pm and then... talked. A lot. And then went downstairs to make tea/hot beverage of choice and talked. A lot. It was great.

{ a fog hangs low and stalks through the streets. }

So, a handful of you have emailed me today (twincy, I'm pretty certain five of those are from you, not that I'm complaining), and I'll get around to answering those eventually but it's been a really long day, so in all likelihood I won't touch my inbox until tomorrow morning. If there's anything really urgent in those emails, comment here. Alternatively, I'll be signed into MSN after I've had something to eat.

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Haven't really opened iTunes that much this week because I've remembered Pandora. I created a new station based on Kendall Payne's music and I'm so glad because I've picked up loads of new musicians to obsess over, including Catie Curtis who I am finding so easy to listen to. It's such a relief after such a long day.

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I spent the day in the library doing the reading for 19th Century Poetry. It was all women poets this week, and I found them less obscure than their male counterparts, and even more approachable in some respects. I'm still at a loss as to why we had to read three of the nine parts of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Aurora Leigh, especially considering the three parts that we read were: one, two and five.

Basically, this girl (Aurora) is orphaned and sent to live with her aunt, and she ends up devouring every book she can find and determining that she wants to be A Poet which isn't a Womanly Pursuit. She's offered marriage by her cousin, which she declines because she (a) doesn't love him and (b) doesn't believe that their pursuits are compatible. Her aunt admonishes her because, of course, being a woman, she owns nothing unless she's married; the aunt subsequently dies, and leaves Aurora her small fortune which Aurora uses to set herself up in London.

The fifth part closes with Aurora learning that her cousin (who has now set up some sort of socialist Christian commune that society disagrees with) is going to marry another woman. I think in the missing two sections the cousin falls in love with another girl who either dies or shames him in some way, and thus he's rejected a second time. But, anyway, the cousin has found a third person, and this one actually wants to marry him; she's more than a little rude to Aurora who, in any case, has decided to leave her cousin to his own affairs and return to Italy which is where she was born and spent her formative years. I have no idea what happens after that, although Wikipedia tells me that Aurora ultimately decides that she loves her cousin, which I find more than a trifle disappointing.

A lot of the poem deals with femininity, and what it means to be A Woman, and what it means to be A Poet. It was quite good all things considered, but it took a long time and I also had to read other poems, as well as criticism, although, in fairness, Letitia Elizabeth Landon's prose was pretty straight-forward for the most part.

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Hahaha, more books arrived in the mail today - my copy of the shortened prose version of The Mahabharata (which so far has a disappointing tone and narrative flimsiness that I disapprove of - make of that comment what you will) and a copy of The Bhagavad Gita which so far is poetic and thought-provoking, though I'm not far into it.

I really want to sit down and read all the books I've bought (I know I can read each of the Myths texts one per day) but I won't really have that opportunity until Reading Week which is when I have to properly begin my research for my dissertation (no to mention re-wrote my dissertation proposal). By that point, I'll likely be much less excited by the whole thing.

The rest of this week will be dedicated to (a) the reading for Experiments in Writing which will take all of an hour tomorrow morning, and (b) my essay for 19th Century Poetry which - if I force myself - I can get done for Monday. If. So tomorrow (and the majority of the weekend) will be sold to that pursuit, a prospect which I find wholly depressing. (GAH. Why do I always think it's Wednesday on a Thursday night? That's so freaking irritating.) Sometime before Tuesday I have to write a minimalistic piece for Experiments in Writing, too. I have an idea but it might take some doing.

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I just realised, though, that after Tuesday's class, I have almost a fortnight off. Hmm. Maybe there's time to indulge in a book or two after all. Which is good because The Flatmate just lent me Bharati Mukherjee's The Middleman and Other Stories, and in a day or so, my copy of The Ramayan should turn up. I hope that's written in a style superior to that of my copy of The Mahabharata otherwise I'll be sorely disappointed.

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Eventually I'll take time to indulge in fandom. Tonight, though, I have to type up and code my numb3rswom3n fic, and watch Life.