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Edan Chrysler
28 February 2013 @ 05:06 pm
I don't usually check my Livejournal or update it, but I'm going to use it to organise what I need to do anyway. Largely because I seem to fail at using written organisers these days.

1. 5AACGT04: Prometheus Bound — 687-818 need preparation before Monday, 4th of March.
  ACTION: Will have to start tonight.
2. 5AAT2047: Col. 2:15ff need preparation before Wednesday, 6th of March.
  ACTION: Could probably wait till the weekend.
3. 5AAEB004: The Wife's Lament — lines 1-20 need preparation before Thursday, 7th of March.
  ACTION: Could probably wait till next Tuesday.
4. 5AACLT04: Georgics — 4.1-50 & 116-48 need preparation before Thursday, 7th of March.
  ACTION: Probably not a good idea to push this any further than Friday.

1. Colossians and Philemon — N T Wright
2. On Deconstruction — Jonathan Culler
3. Gender Trouble — Judith Butler
4. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy — Douglas Adams

1. possibly an entry for The White Review Prize, but it depends, really.
2. potentially participating in a poetry slam on the 21st of March.
Edan Chrysler
24 November 2012 @ 05:46 pm

After Li Bai’s Jing Ye Si

moonlight falls on the floor before my bed
i think it’s almost like
in that space between what’s above my head and
what’s below my feet
is that reflection of
i step on nostalgia
toes on the cold floor
and slump back into the fluff
Edan Chrysler
04 August 2012 @ 04:21 pm
Hiardir that vito, nær thær heim scolo,
  oc ganga tha af grasi;
enn osvidr madr kann ævagi
  sins um mal maga.

Cattle know when they ought to go home,
  and then they leave the pasture;
but the foolish man never knows
  the measure of his own stomach.

(Sayings of the High One, v. 21)
Edan Chrysler
28 July 2012 @ 11:56 am
Well, I really haven't updated my Livejournal in a very, very long while, so I figured I'd do a bit of a random write-up on the things that have been going on so people on my Flist can have an idea of what I've been up to over the past couple of weeks.

The primary thing on the list, of course, is Greek - Ancient Greek, that is. I've been back at King's doing a summer school course in Ancient Greek; to say that it is intensive is slightly missing the point, because it is more like WHYDIDIDOTHISARGHHOWAMIGOINGTOREMEMBERALLTHESEENDINGSARGHHHHHHHHO— woops ok not really. But intensive it certainly is and it does get me fairly stressed sometimes ... it's a surprise I'm still forging ahead with the intermediate session, really. But I have to do this for the sake of Oedipus at Colonus.
... which reminds me: did I mention this on my Livejournal? My pitch was accepted and I've been taken on to direct the department's annual Greek play tradition. I wonder how much I'm spoiling it. Hmm. Whatever it is, I'll be directing Oedipus at Colonus, and if you're in London next February, please do come and see it! :D

I was lucky enough last Saturday to get a standing ticket for the last performance of Antigone at the National Theatre with Christopher Eccleston in the role of Creon and Jodie Whittaker as the title character. I wrote a slightly more in-depth review over at A Minor Chord, but whatever it is, I really did enjoy it. To be honest, I'd probably enjoy any decent production of a Greek play; there's a certain thing about them that, when done right, makes them oddly enjoyable. It could, of course, be the sadistic satisfaction of watching the characters speeding to their inevitable, prophesied plights; then and again, there's also something the ritual and structure in the text itself that brings out a certain sense of atmospheric unity. Hmm.

This is my uni library (or at least, the one nearest to my campus and that holds the Arts and Humanities books). This is a particularly random photo, I know. It was a particularly gorgeous day, though, so I thought it'd be nice to take a picture. It used to be London's Public Record Office and was built in the 19th century (which doesn't make it too old) - though there is a part of it now known as the Weston Room that used to be a medieval church called Rolls Chapel.

... holy— sorry. I looked it up and just found out that Rolls Chapel was built in 1232.

TDKR red carpet at Leicester Square!!! Unfortunately, it was so crowded in front of me that I could barely see any of the famous people, but we did manage to hear Morgan Freeman speak. That voice.

The weather was miserable though. The sky was dripping on us throughout the entire three hours that we were standing there for. It's a surprise I didn't fall ill the next day.

The view from our flat! That's Battersea Power Station, and makes the view from our window look downright dystopic. Gotham City, much?

Actually also kind of reminds me of the Industrial Revolution section during the Olympics opening ceremony. Which was awesome.
Edan Chrysler
11 July 2012 @ 12:12 am
It's frankly been ages since I last updated my Livejournal - honestly, there hasn't been much that I've been feeling like blogging about, but today's something I feel like writing about. I started summer school last Monday and Ancient Greek has been absolutely. insanely. intensive. But it is also oddly fun ... it's a wondrously odd language which even Modern Greek speakers find rather strange.

A fellow classmate recommended a Cypriot restaurant near Chalk Farm to us and made a booking for almost all of us tonight - all I can say is that it was absolutely wonderful. I'm still stuffed - it's a surprise how much food there was, even though everything came in really small plates and didn't look that intimidating on the table. There are no photos, partially because I wasn't really thinking of taking photos of anything, and I guess that it also would have been slightly rude. I must say, though, that not having to worry about taking photos of the food also meant that it actually left room for me to really take in the meal. Greek - okay, so it was actually Cypriot - food is so different from Chinese food, largely because the primary ingredients are so different - and it's really salty - but at the same time, the whole idea of a communal culinary culture was something really close to home in some strange but warm, fuzzy way. Either that or it was the Cypriot white wine playing tricks on me. 

Whatever it is, I am stuffed. And absolutely knackered. It's been a ridiculously long day and I need some sleep. I'll just pretend that sleep will help the imperfect and future forms of Ancient Greek verbs sink in. Zzz. More about the food tomorrow ... maybe.
Edan Chrysler
11 June 2012 @ 08:41 am
I'M BACK! My nose doesn't seem very happy though. It's been weird since I woke up ... at 5am in the morning. I have a feeling my body assumed it was the new sleep cycle when I went to bed at 10pm and so happily woke me up 7 hours later. This will take a while to get back to normal. Or maybe I should just stick to the new cycle so I can sleep early and wake up earl— ok. Let's face the truth. 's not gonna happen that way.

SO! What do I feel now that I'm back, you ask? Actually, not much. I'm just feeling really relieved to be back, but I don't feel terribly out of place either. Maybe slightly disoriented, but I suppose that's normal. To be fair, I've lived here for most of my life, so I don't suppose I will feel that much like a fish out of water - not at least while I'm still at home, anyway. I ordered McDonald's yesterday with my mind still subconsciously assuming that I had to pass off as British. I reckon I confused the woman at the counter a fair bit. Oops.

Now that I'm back, it's weird that besides the immense relief, the next thing I feel is an overwhelming feeling of BOREDOM. GUISE. GET ME OUT. I DON'T MIND. PLEASE. Before I start spending most of my time napping rather than doing anything useful. *snore*

Edan Chrysler
09 June 2012 @ 02:34 am
I've finally managed to pack almost everything that I need to clear out - save for a couple of loose items which I will figure out tomorrow - and my room is this close to being as bare as it was when I first came in. I cannot believe that it has been an entire 9 months since I moved into hall. I am glad to be moving but at the same time, I know I will miss this place quite intensely. It has quite some space for a student, fixed furniture, and more importantly, this has been the place - the headquarters - from which I have managed my life in London for the past academic year, and I don't think anywhere else will be such a storehouse of first-time feelings, new insights, and a generic chaos of both familiar and unfamiliar sentiments that only a first year in a foreign country can possibly bring to a guy like me. Everything that has been new and nice, new and not nice, familiar and unfamiliar, daunting and exciting - all of them have had their part here in this room. 

And now, it is almost bare, ready to take in someone else who will set off on his or her own London adventure. As for me, I guess it's time to have a few weeks away from the city before I return in the summer to figure out some other part of London all over again as if it is the first time. 

Till then, summer! But first, I should go get some proper rest. Night y'all x
Edan Chrysler
29 May 2012 @ 12:43 pm
  Chiron had said once that nations were the most foolish of mortal inventions. 'No man is worth more than another, wherever he is from.'
  'But what if he is your friend?' Achilles had asked him, feet kicked up on the wall of the rose cave. 'Or your brother? Should you treat him the same as a stranger?'
  'You ask a question that philosophers argue over,' Chiron had said. 'He is worth more to you, perhaps. But the stranger is someone else's friend, and brother. So which life is more important?'
  We had been silent. We were fourteen, and these things were too hard for us. At twenty-eight, they still feel too hard.
  He is half of my soul, as the poets say. He will be dead soon, and his honour is all that will remain. It is his child, his dearest self. Should I reproach him for it? I have saved Briseis. I cannot save them all.
  I know, now, how I would answer Chiron. I would say: there is no answer. Whichever you choose, you are wrong.

(The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller)
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Edan Chrysler
25 May 2012 @ 02:08 am
I finally got around to revamping my Livejournal with a layout I got from Fruitstyle, just to stop my Livejournal from looking too much like a kid's basic HTML course project. 's not a terribly riveting revamp, but I figured it's nice to implement some sort of proper colour scheme for once (yes, I know there isn't really any colour. Keep your wise quips to yourself please).

Otherwise, however, nothing much else has changed (for now).
Edan Chrysler
16 May 2012 @ 04:40 am
I wasn't aware it was going to happen again, but here we are: insomnia's keeping me up again. It's been 2 and a half hours since I've tried sleeping, and it's not working out well. I'm not sure if it's my cough keeping me awake, or if my mind is simply refusing to go into sleep mode: it might be the 20-minute nap I took from 7.40pm to 8pm, but that never used to be a problem so I'm really not sure why it is one now. Sigh.

To be honest, I really don't know what to blog about. I haven't really felt like there's been a lot to blog about recently, which explains the utter rareness of posts from me. I suppose updating on how things are would be a good idea.

Well, to begin with, I'm in the middle of exams, and yes, I do have a paper tomorrow. I'm not quite sure how I'm going to fare in it, given that I evidently am not going to be getting any sleep soon, but I suppose I will find out. I hope I don't make the same mistake of filling in my student number rather than my candidate number (I really do not like having to remember these little things) but I guess it's part and parcel of getting used to college life.

It's my Latin paper tomorrow, and well, I can't say I'm terribly prepared for it. I've been going through the passages we did most recently, but that is definitely not enough so I'll probably have to go through the vocabulary and grammar overviews again tomorrow (or maybe now, since I can't really sleep). 

Okay, I'm not sure what else to write, so here's a random picture (SFW, don't worry) of Jake Shears and Ana Matronic from the Scissor Sisters.