- well met
- smokey colors and the feel of paper
- o, fallacies are not for me!
- P.D.B.W.
- souls
- a poem
- richard II, V.v.
- of an afternoon
- respite from research
- lessee...
- sleep . . .
- forevergreenman
- rank status
- "You are in fact Human?"
- a song
- sacrifices
- the Magic
- thanksgiving day
- grateful nights
- an embryo earth
- beastly philosophy
- darkening skies
- the matrix: revolting
- a lean and hungry look
- *draws a blank*
- stalling
- petulant and guilty
- pity, please
- *yawn*
- oh my. *laughs*
- home on a weekend
- waiting on an angel . . .
- snowsnowsnow!!
- monday; almost exam times
- absolute bosh
- using up time
- I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!!!
- page 92-93
- an intuitive chuckle
- blue-eyed ibbles
- whistling beethoven
- almost there . . .
- just got to see me thru another day
- origami sing-along
- blithely giggling
- last post of the day, I promise:)
- enfolding wings
- je-ru-sha ab-bott!
- bleary-eyed mess!
- WOOT!
- event update
- MONSTERPOST! *cough*
- intermission
- winter solstice
- waiting for cats, with her son Jim
- merry christmas:)
- farewell for the present
- introverting
- panama
- nostalgia . . .
- time at home
- Our Intrepid Hero *ahemcough*
- lach en annûn!!
- white boards and stackable chairs
- if you give an N a pencil, she'll get distracted.
- overcastness
- "The sun shone and the clock ticked."
- Curiouser and curiouser.
- bigelow tea bags
- rhinocerous jackets
- L., E., & F.!
- sniveling:)
- haiging
- harbingers of the new term
- fond of quiet evenings?
- long hair
- an oddly lovely day alone
- Shoddy Lands
- a tugging at my heart
- expression of Self
- into the Common Language
- for emily, whenever I may find her
- "a traveler from an antique land"
- tintern abbey
- TUH
- eeeeOOOOOeeeeeO...
- unpeopled reminiscience
- obfuscational tendencies
- consequences of a dream
- blogging venice, part one
- blogging venice, part two
- meanwhile, back at the lab
- sugar plum bibliographies
- cablouis
- evening falls . . .
- light words
- smirking
- brahms
- tues-day
- miss watriss
- endurance and perseverance
- forms of beauty
- On The Discovery of a Sister
- church service
- poetry
- rave on, john donne . . .
- closed for winter
- feeling contrary
- think happy thoughts
- ruskin
- who AM I, anyway?
- meanwhile, elsewhere . . .
- impazzire
- fillet of fiasco
- office memo
- being a cockroach
- the ticket-of-leave apostle
- tinterning
- journaling and sewing
- echo--echo--echo
- in pursuit of hats
- raindrops
- the paisley couch
- bittersweet grace
- "we few, we happy few"
- lorenzo
- traveling books
- waiting around
- "I have a view, I have a view."
- in Santa Croce with no Baedeker
- family rumours
- :)
- surgery
- lopsided smiley
- heath anthology of american lit.
- lohengrin
- allegory and applicability
- an inimicable tuesday
- inexorable loneliness and doubt
- announcement
- wilt thou leave me?
- journal of a mystagogue
- update
- these are the times that try men's souls
- good morning.
- update blog
- untitled
- untitled too
- untitled trees
- santa fe
- saint-exupery found!
- latte macchiato & trogdor converts
- ribbitribbitCROAK
- the sky is falling
- look upon endymion
- praise God from whom all [scholarships] flow!
- rapunzel vacations at dover beach
- slimy subject
- dreams of summer sans orthodontistry
- truth, belief, and faithfulness
- my ithaka
- sweaty-toothed madmen.
- attention: complaining ahead
- gilraen
- pointing pigeons
- for tom, theo, james, and francis
- sunday afternoons
- right, ho!
- seated in a window
- to the man in the grey flannel suit
- leftover big macs of the mind
- evening thought
- a library day and no mistake.
- yawnic symbols and freudian zippers
- slowly but surely the summer
- a habit of wondering
- it is the best of weeks, it is the worst of weeks . . .
- singing carrels
- a gathering of thoughts
- muddling through
- wet hair and a dialup connection
- the culinary sport
- post-exam literary criticism
- pre-dawn spectres
- opera!
- dickens the lobster
- corn fritters and leftover blog entries
- hypocrisy and hysteria
- idealistically: being a college student
- espresso-and-milk anonymous
- under wings of Gold and Silver . . .
- not much, really
- beads of rain water
- austen meets tennyson, housecleaning
- new textbooks
- "to imagination"
- unlit candles
- a toast: to you!
- half-naked, bourgeois lentils
- thin and stretched . . .
- icarus the ceiling fan
- breaking news:
- new afternoon havens
- a limerick. to my college office.
- contented sigh
- bridget jones and king arthur's mother
- memories (?)
- compy lab nostalgia
- work, dear.
- uneath rede
- [enter CRUEL TYRANT and LIZARD]
- lesser demons
- chapter one
- i miss my cat
- dante, jeeves, and the mabinogion
- content but for a moment
- to venice, and autumn, and an inexorable rain
- convalescing
- pulling away
- A.B. critics
- it's a comfort to know
- farewell for the present
- sojourning
- dusty memories and odd jamful toasts
- nacho soup
- balrogs and silly walks in airports
- a very different kind of Spare Oom
- perfection
- a smug sunday
- tis a nap devoutly that I wish
- happy birthday to harry potter!
- scene: deserted kitchen
- my inner voice is upset with me
- bertie botts
- intermission
- wimseycal fowl and Time in General
- harry potter website
- abstract entry: hope revisited
- jet lag and dusty serifs
- three sugars. yes, lots and LOTS of cream. Now.
- ms. lydgate and prof. snape
- tally ho, what what?
- rex manning day
- alliterative vanilla lattes
- I am too pompous to be reading.
- worthy endeavors
- for the readers . . .
- modern chivalry (?)
- expressions of modern chivalry
- thank you, mea culpa, and An Expression of Dismay
- beowulf was not photogenic
- (no subject)
- tentative hello
- other hours
- a poem and a sunday
- unrecognized glory
- african or european?
- it must be a thursday
- hymn to the internet
- nostalgia just ain't what it used to be
- dinner table conversation
- a comforting thought
- in love with a figure of speech (?!)
- mein lieber schwan
- no admittance except on party business
- project procrastination #8915
- you guys have to see this . . .
- autumn is here, and I can breathe now.
- good night:)
- a bookish entry
- jazz and a wool sweater
- weird-ed out
- try not to panic!!! more coffee!!!
- butterflies at picnics
- I know what beef tea is.
- malory pilloried.
- electricians, j.k. rowling, and . . . MORE malory!!!
- musings of an exhausted one
- from a luxurious by very ugly red armchair
- revisiting language and two new poems
- you know you are a book addict when . . .
- sleeping drowsyfoozles. with scarves.
- inkblobs and slubgobs in a mundane reality
- Of all things, I forgot to bring a handkerchief.
- when we were jung and easily freudtend.
- the zen garden at the writers' museum was droopy.
- mutual surprise episode about a luxury hotel!
- we'll wander back to hearth and bed . . .
- overplayed reaction
- post-midterm fiction bingeing
- naggrumpy. mfine.
- Lily Potter and Felix Felicis
- trivialities
- the awakening secret life of the scarlet pimpernel. and a bee.
- perhaps autumn sneezed?
- merry metaphysical mathoms
- happy anniversary!
- thank you, and more about books.
- roommate problems.
- Do I deserve this TERRIBLE FATE?!?!?
- Colds are do fud.
- campbell's chicken soup
- my frazzle capacitor
- quo vadis. again.
- merry christmas!
- concrete and chronological nonsense
- OK! sheesh! I give up!
- what I have been doing
- what I did over Christmas hols.
- ten things you will not believe about my holiday
- my somewhat not-punctual replies to comments
- sleep-eyed muses covered in bookdust
- stress and relaxation: a thesis
- why don't I write?
- illeism and a touch of whimsy
- an additional illeistic narrative regarding present states of consciousness
- notice of absence
- /hiatus
- tenacity of mechanical pencils in the face of imminent danger
- (T)hat (G)irl (I)s a (F)rood
- inspirational memos to myself.
- THIS IS THE POINT OF NO RETUUUUUUUUUURN...
- minnesota & vietnam vs. new england & the lake district
- being late. again.
- It was a dark and stormy afternoon.
- a bit more humming
- pukey homoerotic romanticism & writters that are liers
- The little men that drive the snowflakes must be dizzy today.
- ode on an expiring frog
- fiction of the fifty word persuasion
- Small things, like exams, force you to realise that there is a God.
- I talk to security cameras, you know.
- Frankly, my dear, I don't [like midterms].
- Did Julius Caesar, like me, wear ankle socks on the Ides of March?
- This is, indeed, an unparalleled delight . . .
- I tried to write you, but I forgot.
- U Po Kyn, Sub-divisional M. of K., in Upper Burma, was sitting in his veranda.
- Like green and red playdough, literary genres are hard to mix.
- Our Hero rhapsodizes, in blue.
- The undergraduate idealist speaks!
- Our Hero's quests and follies expostulated:
- Why I am not an Imagist.
- Our Hero makes herself a cup of tea.
- Our Hero rejoiceth in the state of weekendhood.
- Rejoicing continueth on contemplating the iPod Magnifique.
- Our Hero blinks at a wet cat lying on her pillow.
- Our Hero waits for the meds to kick in.
- Our Hero observes a Thursday.
- You are reading the title of an entry.
- Our Hero is happily surprised, and unhappily late.
- Our Hero bravely faces cherry-flavored cough medicine.
- Our Hero has a pity party, and listens to Evanescence.
- Our Hero triumphs over evil and eats a muffin.
- Our Hero writes a long vinaigarette. Erm, vignette.
- Our Hero blindly gropes for espresso.
- Our Hero wrestles with her imagination.
- Our Hero makes lots of delicious lists.
- Our Hero counts the days, measuring them out in shovels.
- Our Hero responds to comments from her other blog.
- Our Hero wilts and loses confidence.
- Round 25514943863: Endymion vs. Academia.
- Our Hero refuses to relinquish the fight for her nose.
- On a WWI Poet: for Ms. Sandyquill and Ms. ScaryFairy
- GAH! Why do these things pop up when I haven't time for them!?
- Our Hero had the weirdest dream last night.
- Our Hero dredges up old stories.
- Our Hero conducts lone broadway sing-along.
- Our Hero loses her wits completely.
- For old times' sake . . .
- Our Hero fidgets and stammers.
- preview of my trip
- Once upon a time, in a moleskine notebook, there lived some Notes.
- Our Hero observes views of the supernatural in Scotland.
- cup of tea and the air of the evening
- On rugby.
- My anstruther blog comments and scribble updates.
- Our Hero of the Perpetual Sniffle
- Odd things happen in the summer.
- Our Hero attempts to dissuade herself from perpetual studying.
- Our Hero needs some athelas.
- Our Hero's antics of business continue.
- Our Hero's attempt to think kindly on summer.
- Our Hero is the first to admit something.
- Our Hero tries to make pumpkin pasties.
- Summertime somnolence and windows facing westwards.
- Our Hero and her present seasonal literary addictions.
- Of the cleaning of many rooms there is no end.
- Our Hero is a bit shaken up.
- Our Hero has 6 min. on her compy battery and 2 hours until her laundry is done.
- One pint of Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey ice cream. Yes, a whole pint! PLEASE!
- Our Hero is allergic to sunlight.
- Our Hero observes group dynamics over the weekend.
- Our Hero sneezes violently.
- Our Hero returns to blog and term schedules.
- Our Hero is breathless with delight and allergies.
- Our Hero is subjected to the tortuous stench of rotting zucchini.
- Our Hero goes on fiction binge today and travel binge tomorrow.
- Our Hero is toasted to (?) by unknown knight in stripey armor/polo shirt.
- Our Hero blushes for a different reason.
- DAD, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO READ THIS ENTRY.
- What I would give for a Skiving Snackbox . . .
- " . . . the weary weight / Of all this unintelligible world . . . "
- Our Hero is on pg. 84.
- Our Hero makes meal from authentic medieval recipes.
- Our Hero discovers that she can knit--or naalbind, at least.
- Our Hero sneezes on a Friday.
- Our Hero hears prophecies and sews tunics.
- Our Hero grins inordinately and gestures wildly at her calendar.
- Our Hero hums about memories and meal plans.
- Our Hero wears knitted hat while studying.
- Our Hero plans to go to Venice.
- Our Hero graciously imparts wisdom to the masses.
- Our Hero frightens herself (metaphorically speaking).
- Our Hero reports from Venice.
- Our Hero returns victorious.
- Our Hero experiences effects of withdrawal from Venice.
- Our Hero ambles towards the finish line.
- Our Hero blogs a traditional entry and wishes herself a happy blogaversary.
- Our Hero stumbles into the internet.
- L33t c00k1ng: h0w 2 m4r1n8 a ch1Kn.
- Our Hero waits for her hair to dry. Very exciting.
- Our Hero finds bobby pins, all over the house.
- Our Hero's sermon on form and content in popular literature.
- I've been reading old entries.
- Plotlines and necklines and worrylines.
- Weather is beautiful, wish I was there.
- A man, a woman; a woman, a man: / Tristan, Isolde; Isolde, Tristan.
- The Christmas tree is evil.
- I have inordinately itchy feet. (1 of 3)
- Current events update from the antipodes.
- I have inordinately itchy feet. (2 of 3)
- The idea of starting over again every year.
- Our Hero visits Cambridge, in England.
- So, it was bryll-y-ant.
- I am going to Paris and I cannot speak French.
- A passionately french thing.
- kent triplebobmajor bristol ninetailors crashaTHRUM
- "Progress: a novel but impractical concept." or "What I have been reading."
- Preparing a sweet potato dish, in alliterative verse.
- "Raindrops keep fallin' on my head!" or "I'm so happy I can't stop crying."
- Orthodontists and cornish hens in butter. No--wait . . .
- Saturday's child works hard for his or her corporation.
- Antipodal yet congruent ideas and concepts.
- Bestowing all my tediousness on thee.
- Journaleying foer so long.
- Love is like breathing . . . in fact, it IS breathing . . .
- Warming up leftovers on Valentine's Day.
- You are Rob Gordon. (From "High Fidelity")
- Recap of the day & a rant.
- Yay! No more rants on my blog! Down, down, down they go off the page!
- Just got back from two days in Dublin, where the libraries make me cry.
- Prisoner #463
- In apology.
- She speaks poniards, and every word stabs!
- Frosch weht der Wind / Der Heimat zu / Mein Irisch Kind, / Wo weilest du?
- Our Hero is a convalescent, only not.
- A very awkward sonnet in plain words.
- Our Hero gets tagged.
- I was on the train today, and I think some one thought I was beautiful.
- Meliora speramus; shall we? Why *do* we scan the horizon?
- Not as rehearsed, not as organized, but just as caffeinated.
- The divine love of irony via symposiums & spicy pork.
- Our Hero says a few things that are discouraging (and probably untrue).
- Our Hero drags her feet with staggering aplomb.
- A timeless town, this. Placeless, too, but for the pasta:)
- Requiescat in pace.
- And the house still smells of lilies.
- Today, the world; tomorrow, the COLLEGE ADMINISTRATION OFFICES!
- I spoke metaphorically. My metaphor was drawn from . . . bees.
- Summer is here; a fact causally related to the fact that I am slowly melting.
- Summertime, and the livin' is [qu]easy.
- Earthy Things
- Dear Ms [Antipodes],
- To the U.S.A. for the first time in two years.
- It's summer in midwestern America.
- Yar!
- Watery hotel orange juice and free wireless; America the beautiful.
- Our Hero takes this opportunity to frighten innocent tourists.
- Our Hero pads about the house on tile floors with a large mug of espresso & milk.
- In Xanadu did Kubla Khan his stately [graduate dorms] decree.
- Our Hero downloads a bunch of Bobby Darin & Frank Sinatra from iTunes.
- Our Hero has used up her quota of creativity for the day.
- Our Hero makes an uncivil artistic inquiry.
- Our Hero journeys in Bookham and Dublin.
- unnatural postscriptum
- They're showing LOST reruns in Dublin on RTE-1. Without me.
- Our Hero observes canned soups and photocopiers and people who act like them.
- A late and bewildered epistle from Our Hero.
- Anything goes 'xcept terrible prose.
- Our Hero, N. Cog Kneetoe.
- Our Hero sneezes her way to anticipatory glee.
- Our Hero takes the night train from Sicily.
- Our Hero grins idiotically at the dublicious drizzling rain.
- Our Hero and her new lair of bookishness.
- Our Hero surreptitiously plans the production of banana bread.
- Our Hero praises the delights of hoodies.
- Our Hero awaits her first class on Tuesday while under water.
- Our Hero goes a-hunting of books rare and dangerous.
- Our Hero dons a knitted hat.
- Our Hero plays a scholarly tarot with her Latin flash-cards.
- Our Hero raises an eyebrow at today's best conversation starters.
- The crest of Trinity College, Dublin (my university) has an open book on it.
- Our Hero visits two markets on Saturdays. The first one does not sell teapots.
- "What is a word?" / "The herald of the soul."
- SEMPER UBI SUB UBI.
- For Joe: requiescat in pace.
- Our Hero likes the radiators under the desks in the 1937 Reading Room.
- Our Hero almost missed her 3rd anniversary.
- The Irish accent wishes you "'appy t'anksgiving!".
- And then I ate a mince pie and took the train home.
- The girl behind the counter at Butler's now recognizes Our Hero.
- A grad student's Christmas in Dublin.
- I think what you are doing is confusing palaeography with a nap.
- Our Hero smells likes roses.
- Our Hero chooses sweet paper topics and beams at the hideous Arts Building.
- Our Hero writes from Venice about one cat and two caffes.
- Our Hero eats the tops off of three muffins.
- Our Hero drinks chai tea and looks on the internet for PhD programs.
- Our Hero and the Sunday Afternoon of Doom.
- Our Hero is a self-actualised dishwasher.
- Our Hero did several things rightly and properly, today.
- Our Hero contemplates early darkness that broods over the street of bookshops.
- Our Hero and the sermon on identity and selfhood.
- Our Hero runs the gauntlet to the electric kettle.
- Our Hero and the joys of eavesdropping.
- Our Hero gives a crash course in surviving lunch hour in Dublin.
- Our Hero must find a recipe for bee bread and nutmeg-scented espresso.
- Our Hero reminds everyone that she is a student of literature, not history.
- Our Hero says a few words about an evening at the pub.
- Our Hero sings "You Are My Sunshine" very loudly, to her curtains.
- Our Hero spent whiles in a Shallow Purple Morass, mistaking her ears for bootstraps.
- Our Hero reads a public disservice announcement.
- Our Hero posts a recent picture of herself in a mood of particular enthusiasm.
- Our Hero has not left her flat yet today.
- Be hit knowyn that Owr Hyro lyketh nat morwennynges.
- It's my birthday.
- "It matters because Merlin says it matters!"
- Our Hero brings news of a very unusual sort. Please do not be alarmed.
- Our Hero goes back to her room for a cup of tea and then to sleep.
- Our Hero empties her cup of tea & whines a little.
- Our Hero remarks on local protocol and dialogue at her market.
- Our Hero grumbily mumples about Lancelot and May Day.
- Our Hero makes grandiose plans for ruling the world, after grad school.
- Our Hero expostulates the tension between Fortune and Providence on Tuesdays.
- Anyway, bar the digression on Aquinas, I'm feeling a bit ugly and un-feminine.
- Our Hero is chased down the street by some crazy kilt-wearing Scots.
- Our Hero fills out a number of customer loyalty cards in Dublin cafes.
- Our Hero launches things to her new flat via brightly coloured circus cannon.
- Our Hero gets all moody and allergic to the world during her week at home in Italy.
- Our Hero laughs long and loudly at the peculiarities of her new flat.
- Our Hero takes taxis for their literary & educational value.
- Our Hero escapes torrents of rain by actually getting some work done.
- How Owr Hyro fought and slew two knyghtes at a passage.
- Independence Day wish from an Irish friend, via a text on my mobile.
- Our Hero is suddenly aware of only having a month and a half left in Dublin.
- Our Hero is now going to cry if someone asks her favourite colour ONE MORE TIME.
- Our Hero realises, at Chapter Twenteleven, that she might need a short break.
- Our Hero and the august First.
- Our Hero returns to ideas of Fate and Providence--and trust, and obedience.
- Our Hero and The Last Roommaticorn (also she considers not using shampoo).
- Our Hero converses with her housemate about serious Biblical issues.
- A list of the films Our Hero wants to see.
- Our Hero and the race against her nose.
- Our Hero calls upon Mindsay's most fearsome editorial powers. HELP!
- Our Hero offers second edit of thesis statement for revision! W00t!
- Our Hero hands in her thesis today.
- The Return of Our Hero.
- Our Hero proposes the photocopier as an altar of human sacrifice.
- Our Hero and the [Corporate] Bog of Eternal Stench.
- Our Hero's response to a request for a Reading List For A Well-Read Person.
- Our Hero eyes very possessively the juicy-looking pumpkin on the porch.
- Our Hero and the comforts of being alone.
- Our Hero misses her fourth blogaversary by two weeks.
- Dear [Antipodes],
- Our Hero wonders if "Chivalry" is the name of Shrödinger's cat.
- Our Hero really needs to start wrapping Christmas presents.
- Our Hero contemplates a life without unnatural preservatives.
- Our Hero resists all temptations to write this entry entirely in Middle English.
- Our Hero's resolutions for the new year.
- Our Hero and the comb.
- Our Hero and having oatmeal for breakfast.
- Our Hero and supporting young artists.
- Our Hero would make a good aunt.
- Our Hero updates the world about critical political issues.
- Our Hero and the swashbuckling liturgy.
- Our Hero and a day of home-making.
- Our Hero checks the pulse of her new year's resolutions.
- Our Hero is frustrated with the way people view purity and naïveté.
- Our Hero commences life with a masters degree.
- Our Hero shakes her fist at vernal fripperies.
- Our Hero briefly stops in to remind everyone that she is going slightly mad.
- Owr Hyro posteth lyricks to fryghten th'n00bz.
- Our Hero is resplendent in a green hoodie.
- Lent is a season of sorrow and of the desire for justice.
- Our Hero observes the first day of April.
- Our Hero is determined to get back to the British Library one day.
- Our Hero blogs from the upstairs apartment of a house in a small German town.
- Our Heroine is given a Passover gift of coconut macaroons.
- Our Hero eyes May doubtfully.
- Our Hero and the Face on the Postcard
- Our Hero and a conversation she has had more than a few times.
- The 13 1/2 Lives of Our Hero.
- Our Hero glares at the world from over the top of her computer.
- Our Hero is a bit young to be a Cat Lady.
- Our Hero explains just how hard her life is.
- Our Hero and Her Mother and the Lemon Pie Debacle.
- Our Hero tells everyone a story about the Girl and The Evil Summertime.
- Our Hero recommends excellent literature--by people who are still breathing!
antipodes
Index
about the author
stuff to read
chronicle of addiction