Reading and writing my way through time and space.
I want to do an unprecedented and eccentric thing.... Even now such eccentric and extraordinary things utterly delight me. I simply don't fit into the category of staid and conventional people.Fyodor Dostoevsky *coughs* Wow. It's been a bit since I blogged, hasn't it? My last post being February 1, that puts me at well over … Continue reading In Retrospect of Rejection Letters (ft. an explanation of my absence)
I write this in my dimly lit bedroom mere moments before I will settle into bed and open the current novel I find myself plowing through. Is there anything so lovely as an artistic, poetic rant? I happen to think not. This will be more of a word vomit than anything. Consider yourself warned. Reader, … Continue reading A Steward in All Things
"Death is the mother of beauty," said Henry."And what is beauty?""Terror.""Well said," said Julian. "Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the contrary. Genuine beauty is always quite alarming."I looked at Camilla, her face bright in the sun, and thought of line from the Iliad I love so much, about Pallas Athene and the terrible … Continue reading Why I Loved The Secret History and the Invasion of Academic Aesthetics
2020 has been one of the most challenging years of my life. Not excluding public problems, family and home life went under fire this year in a myriad of possible ways, and it has been a test, a trial, and a grievance. But it has also been a chance. A chance to become something more, … Continue reading Why I’m Not Saying “Good Riddance” to 2020
There have been few years like 2020. I'm coming to the end of the fall semester this week, and I know once I send in my final assignment, I shall flop onto the academic floor in a crumpled, romantic heap worthy of Dickensian applause. Or I may look more like Baby Yoda falling asleep. Either … Continue reading “A Mind in Good Order”: What Marcus Aurelius Gave Me for Advent
So I just got back into Star Wars. I say got back because lately I've felt rather indifferent towards the whole fandom, and my extra time outside of school has been consumed by Doctor Who, dark academia, theology, and unlimited amounts of medieval literature. I've grown up on the original Star Wars trilogy. Luke, Han, … Continue reading My Star Wars Renaissance: The (Sort of) Meaningless Rant of a Prequel Era Fan
Good morning, everyone, I am unable to write a long post this morning, but I wanted to give a quick announcement about my departure from Twitter and Instagram. I just don't have the time for social media and it's effect on my mental health. I'm going to be deleting my accounts, and I do not … Continue reading My Official Departure from Social Media
You know, I do not talk about my heritage as often as I would enjoy. For those of you who are unaware, I am a mixed bag of three races: Mexican (50%), African (25%), and European (25%). You can read all about my thoughts on being multi-racial in this post I wrote around this time … Continue reading On Being an Academically Inclined Latina and Celebrating Hispanic Heritage Month
My favorite incarnation of the Doctor is the twelfth. Peter Capaldi. Bottle-top crunching eyebrows and grumpy Scottish accent. When I first started watching Capaldi's take on the Doctor, I was somewhat indifferent and had to adjust quite rapidly to the sudden mood shift. First of all, allow me to explain that until I watched Capaldi's … Continue reading “You will run, it will walk”: Grief and the Twelfth Doctor
Why do the men die? Why do the women weep? How am I to tell them We all only sleep? My head is on fire, My chest carries a brick. How on earth do I convince them This life’s only a trick? Let my barbaric yawp sound Across the roofs of earth and sky. I … Continue reading Quatrain for a Glass Heart (A Poem)