Back from the mountains!
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luzulaI'm back from the mountains! I missed you guys (and sometimes held conversations in my head with some of you. Ahem.) I loved every day of being up there, though. Here's a little journal I kept--it's about everyday life at the research station, and also has fannish stuff and nature observations and opinions on books/movies that I read/watched. Photos will hopefully be posted later.
1st of July:
I arrive via helicopter and feel a wave of joy and homecoming. This is my fourth summer here, after all, and it feels like I know every line in the landscape. My sister H (who worked here in June) and two of her friends already here. I had a dream the night before I left that I would have a torrid romance with the helicopter pilot, but this fails to happen.
2:
H and I work all day, counting flowers in various stages of bloom, pouring nutrients on some plots and water on others, and placing doormats on the mountainside (yes, really).
3:
We work some more. Am grateful we're here together these two days, when there's a lot to do.
4:
H and her friends leave. Am sorry to see H go, but I was a little tired of one of her friends, who was quite bossy and was constantly doing things like rearranging stuff that didn't need it. I am now the sole inhabitant of Latnja! \o/ I do the leftover work H and I didn't have time for yesterday, and also discover that the 9V battery on the instrument that measures soil moisture has no charge left. Hmm.
5:
Beautiful sunny weather. I take the chance to catch some hoverflies and also see Pyrgus andromedae, a rare butterfly I've seen here previous years. Apparently Senior Scientist Guy gave H a 9V battery before he left, and she put it in the cabin. Have searched cabin, but no luck. In the afternoon, one of my best friends and her boyfriend arrive for a visit.
6:
I climb the Latnjacorru peak with my friend's boyfriend (while she stays behind with PMS : ( ). Beautiful view, and I also find a new site for Phippsia algida and Carex rufina The last of the ice detaches from the shore and drifts around the lake. Wonderful sauna in the evening. I finish "Tooth and Claw" by Jo Walton. It has a clever premise and I enjoyed it, but it didn't really reach me emotionally.
7:
More sunny weather. My friends help me search the cabin for the battery some more, but no luck. Sent message to Låktatjåkka (my neighbors 7 km to the north) with some hikers to see if they can send me a 9V battery with hikers going the other way. It's the kind of battery you use in home fire alarms, which is why I think they might have some. Also, I take down the battery and memory card in the automatic camera on top of the outhouse, which takes a shot of a specific area once every day to record snowmelt. This is more complicated than it sounds, and involves a ladder, a knife, and a screwdriver that doesn't quite match the screws. Arrgh. I recharge the battery, but it turns out there's no adapter for this particular kind of memory card up here, so it'll have to wait until August to get it up and running again.
8:
My friends leave. Am tired of the hot and sunny weather--I have to air out my cabin all the time, or it gets too hot. I hike downvalley in search of interesting insects and plants. (In case you're wondering: I have various daily tasks, but they don't take up the whole day. And there are various other tasks scheduled for certain days.) No 9V battery arrives. I eat pancakes with lingonberry jam and whipped cream for dinner, and wave goodbye to the last of the real milk--only powdered milk left. I watch "Top Gun" (er, don't ask).
9:
I climb a nearby peak we call Telephone Peak to get cell phone coverage and talk to family + boyfriend. Thunderstorm in the evening--I heat up the sauna and skinnydip in the lake in the pouring rain. I also finally finish one of the WIP:s I took with me, and gleefully record porny podfic with no worries that anyone can hear me.
10:
A 9V battery arrives from Låkta! Yay! They'd had to have one taken up by hikers from Björkliden first, and then to me. Perversely, the weather is now rainy which means that I can't measure soil moisure anyway (I need 24 hours of no rain in order to do that). I watch "X-Men: First Class" and wish that I liked it more than I did (the fic seems good, though).
11:
I ponder hiking up to Låkta to thank them and to eat their reputedly delicious waffles (they're a tourist place). But the weather is too unstable, and the north of the valley, which is the way to Låkta, is guarded by the infamous Låkta cloud, lying curled like a sullen wet dragon over the ground. Instead I hike to the other side of the lake and collect bryophytes on the cliffs. I consider making my way around the lake, but don't do it--one portion is very steep, and it's wet and I'm alone. See Mom, I do have a sense of self-preservation! I finish Patrick O'Brian's "The Nutmeg of Consolation". &hearts
12:
Had trouble switching out the gas container that supplies my fridge and stove--it was very hard to screw in the, er, part that needs to be screwed in, and it leaked. I tried another container and it worked, so apparently the problem was with the grooves in the, er, screw-in part of the first container. Also, I don't have the English vocabulary to talk about this. I do snapshot phenology in the Dryas OTC:s and control plots, then hike up to Telephone Peak to phone family and boyfriend and discuss XMFC with geeky friend. Did I say I wanted cooler weather? I take it back--three degrees above freezing, cold wind, and drizzle gets old fast, especially up on a peak. I have a sauna bath when I get back.
13:
Another cold wet day. I do snapshot phenology in the Eriophorum OTC:s and control plots. I scrub out the slop bucket (it's getting smelly). The batteries that store energy from the solar cells are getting depleted in this weather, and I have to charge my laptop in another cabin. I watch "The Incredible Journey of Mary Bryant", an Age of Sail movie thatisis reccced a long time ago. Also, I wish N. K. Jemison's "The Broken Kingdoms" were longer so I wouldn't have to ration it to last longer. *congratulates self on bringing awesome books*
14:
I do snapshot phenology in the Cassiope and Ranunculus OTC:s and control plots, then bake bread (in the gas oven, which never gives the bread any color on top, but it's still delicious). There's a storm with rain and a bit of sleet and snow in the evening, and I record the storm scene inzabira's "Come With Me" with authentic storm sounds in the background. Wow, this fic feels like it was written for me to read--it just flows. Then I examine some hoverflies, which turn out to be Parasyrphus tarsatus, Cheilosia chrysocoxa and C. melanopa.
15:
Still dismal weather. To get out of the cabin, I go out in the rain and repair OTC:s (open-top chambers, which are supposed to simulate the greenhouse effect). Two have been blown apart by the storm. After lunch, the sun appears! \o/ I go up to Telephone Peak and phone home, and on the way back catch a hoverfly with my bare hands (it was probably cold and not at its best).
16:
Fine weather. I hike around the southern slopes of Latnjacohka, just to do some exploring. Then I finally do the soil moisture measurements the 9V battery was for. I've now finished off four WIP:s (two ready to post, two ready for beta-reading) so I let myself start a new fic (about what happens with Victoria after "Victoria's Secret"). I get 500 words the first day, which is a good day's writing for me. Also start on new podfic, and compared to the previous one, this one feels like pulling teeth--I have to do retakes all the time. Augh. It's very dialogue-heavy, I think that's why. Sauna in the evening.
17:
I hike to Låkta. The second half of the hike feels surreal--it's a high alpine landscape where very little grows, and it's also very foggy. Luckily the trail is well marked with cairns. At Låkta I have lunch and a waffle, and read a newspaper someone left, to see if I've missed any important world news. It's unfortunately a tabloid and the headline is that the Swedish king put on a plastic trash bag to protect himself from the rain. Seems I'm not missing much. I watch the first ep of "Sherlock" in the evening (yes, this is how long it takes me to get around to watching movies/TV--I generally prefer the written [or spoken] word to the moving image). Anyway, I enjoyed it, but prefer ACD canon.
18:
A pretty lazy day, apart from the daily station routines. I spend an hour or two looking for spiders, etherize them to death, and put them in neat labeled little jars. Then I climb Telephone Peak and phone home. In the evening I take a break from reading fic and go for a walk: I see two ptarmigan hens less than five meters from me, all speckled and fluffed up and cozy, making little "meep?" sounds back and forth like they're reassuring themselves the other one is still there. They are completely adorable. Then I see one of the long-tailed skuas that live downvalley. God, they're lovely birds--long sharp elegant lines in black and grey and white. I feel so joyful about being up here and just being able to walk out the door and see things like this.
19:
I collect more spiders, and hike to the "green patch", which is a verdant bit of slope on the other side of the lake, and get caught out in the rain. Got quite a lot of new species for the phenology list, where I'm supposed to write the first flowering date for all the vascular plants in the valley. Celebrate day 200 in the year (we use day numbers instead of ordinary dates up here) with reindeer stew. Am done with "Spin State" by Chris Moriarty. Holy fuck, I love this book! It's the kind of feeling where you don't want to start reading anything else, because you're still so emotionally invested in it that you don't want to leave the world and the characters.
20:
Planned to hike down to Kårsavagge to visit my nearest neighbor to the south, but there was rain, so I didn't. Baked bread, then climbed up to phone my sister to wish her happy birthday. In the evening I watch "The Sting", which was just really good entertainment. The end totally had me biting my nails. Hmm, the way Henry Gondorff acted in the poker game in the beginning reminded me of Fraser in "Odds". And there's the nose thumbing gesture, too. So is "Odds" doing a homage to this movie, or is there something earlier that they're both referencing?
21:
I hike to Kårsavagge, which is about four kilometers to the south and 300 meters (900 feet) lower down. The cabin is owned by the Swedish Tourist Association, and the cabin host is a nice woman in her fifties. I bring her some fresh bread (that cabin doesn't have an oven and I figured she must be down to hardtack) and invite her to come up for a sauna some evening. I must be getting more fit, because the 300 meter climb doesn't feel like much of anything. My shoulders-and-back problem is still not fixed, though, even though it's a lot better now that I'm not working a desk job. Readdorinda's The Sting fic "The Buried Treasure Racket", which was in fact the reason I watched the movie. And wow--just go read it, okay? Or rather, watch the movie first and then read it--I guarantee it'll be worth it.
22:
I do snapshot phenology in the Dryas OTC:s and controls, and also soil moisture measurements. A sunny but cold day. Victoria fic at 2650 words. \o/ This one feels like it's going to almost write itself until I run up against the snag of having to research '90's computer hacking. Not looking forward to that. *sigh* Sauna in the evening, and also washing of underwear and socks.
23:
Rain. Not a cumulonimbus downpour, but a steady sort of nimbostratus rain with the stamina to go on all day. I'm supposed to do Eriophorum snapshot phenology (if you're wondering what this is by now, it's just counting flowers in various stages of development) and put it off until evening in the hopes that it'll clear up, but no luck, so I do it in the rain. Then I watch "Still Rowdy After All These Years", a documentary about Gordon Pinsent. I'm mostly after what he looked like when he was younger, and there were some good images there. *waves tosage* I may have a bit of an obsession with young Bob Fraser.
24:
Strange weather. We usually have either north or south winds, along the length of the valley, but today there's an east wind that sweeps the clouds down the cliffs. The center of the valley is clear, though--it's like being at the center of a roiling cauldron. Katabatic winds? I do Cassiope and Ranunculus snapshot phenology, then go up and call home. Some hikers pass by; I go out to talk to them mostly because they have a husky dog. Ahem. I listen to Ursula K. Le Guin's "The Day Before the Revolution"; it makes me cry. Also it confirms my impression that I like the style of older professional audiobooks--this one's from the seventies. Victoria fic at 3500 words.
25:
I find out that my replacement is coming up on the 27th instead of, as I thought, on the 31st or 1st. This irritates me--I love being up here alone, and now I find out I have fewer days left than I thought. : ( I finish "Sunshine" by Robin McKinley. I highly recommend it! Best book I've read in the urban-fantasy-with-vampires-and-werewolves genre. I hope there'll be a sequel. Or, like, ten sequels.
26:
I prepare for my replacement and write various documentation. Victoria fic at 4400 words. Wow, I love it when you get into the writing groove and words and ideas just flow onto the page. It's been a few months since I had that last.
27:
Two people arrive via helicopter. One is a mycologist who studied biology with my mom and saw me when I was a little kid, the other is her son B, who is my replacement. B and I realize that we met each other earlier this year on an entomology excursion in the south of Sweden. Small world. They move into my cabin, which I feel fine with, despite my earlier disappointment that I wouldn't get to be alone any more. I'm actually very flexible when it comes to being alone or surrounded with lots of people--I do share an apartment with four other people.
28:
I show B the ropes. Clear and sunny weather, almost too much so--I get a headache from the sunshine. Am halfway through "Blood and Iron" by Elizabeth Bear. I picked this up mostly becausepetra talks about this series sometimes. I had the impression it would be set in Elizabethan times, but it seems that's only later in the series? Anyway, I feel like I should like this book more than I do, but for whatever reason, it fails to grip me. I pack up in preparation for leaving tomorrow.
No postcards this year, sorry (except for the two people who have never gotten any from me before). I went directly from the train to the helicopter, so I didn't get a chance to buy any before I went up.
Also, I'm not crazy enough to go back through a month's worth of posts, so if I've missed something you think I would enjoy, please do link!
1st of July:
I arrive via helicopter and feel a wave of joy and homecoming. This is my fourth summer here, after all, and it feels like I know every line in the landscape. My sister H (who worked here in June) and two of her friends already here. I had a dream the night before I left that I would have a torrid romance with the helicopter pilot, but this fails to happen.
2:
H and I work all day, counting flowers in various stages of bloom, pouring nutrients on some plots and water on others, and placing doormats on the mountainside (yes, really).
3:
We work some more. Am grateful we're here together these two days, when there's a lot to do.
4:
H and her friends leave. Am sorry to see H go, but I was a little tired of one of her friends, who was quite bossy and was constantly doing things like rearranging stuff that didn't need it. I am now the sole inhabitant of Latnja! \o/ I do the leftover work H and I didn't have time for yesterday, and also discover that the 9V battery on the instrument that measures soil moisture has no charge left. Hmm.
5:
Beautiful sunny weather. I take the chance to catch some hoverflies and also see Pyrgus andromedae, a rare butterfly I've seen here previous years. Apparently Senior Scientist Guy gave H a 9V battery before he left, and she put it in the cabin. Have searched cabin, but no luck. In the afternoon, one of my best friends and her boyfriend arrive for a visit.
6:
I climb the Latnjacorru peak with my friend's boyfriend (while she stays behind with PMS : ( ). Beautiful view, and I also find a new site for Phippsia algida and Carex rufina The last of the ice detaches from the shore and drifts around the lake. Wonderful sauna in the evening. I finish "Tooth and Claw" by Jo Walton. It has a clever premise and I enjoyed it, but it didn't really reach me emotionally.
7:
More sunny weather. My friends help me search the cabin for the battery some more, but no luck. Sent message to Låktatjåkka (my neighbors 7 km to the north) with some hikers to see if they can send me a 9V battery with hikers going the other way. It's the kind of battery you use in home fire alarms, which is why I think they might have some. Also, I take down the battery and memory card in the automatic camera on top of the outhouse, which takes a shot of a specific area once every day to record snowmelt. This is more complicated than it sounds, and involves a ladder, a knife, and a screwdriver that doesn't quite match the screws. Arrgh. I recharge the battery, but it turns out there's no adapter for this particular kind of memory card up here, so it'll have to wait until August to get it up and running again.
8:
My friends leave. Am tired of the hot and sunny weather--I have to air out my cabin all the time, or it gets too hot. I hike downvalley in search of interesting insects and plants. (In case you're wondering: I have various daily tasks, but they don't take up the whole day. And there are various other tasks scheduled for certain days.) No 9V battery arrives. I eat pancakes with lingonberry jam and whipped cream for dinner, and wave goodbye to the last of the real milk--only powdered milk left. I watch "Top Gun" (er, don't ask).
9:
I climb a nearby peak we call Telephone Peak to get cell phone coverage and talk to family + boyfriend. Thunderstorm in the evening--I heat up the sauna and skinnydip in the lake in the pouring rain. I also finally finish one of the WIP:s I took with me, and gleefully record porny podfic with no worries that anyone can hear me.
10:
A 9V battery arrives from Låkta! Yay! They'd had to have one taken up by hikers from Björkliden first, and then to me. Perversely, the weather is now rainy which means that I can't measure soil moisure anyway (I need 24 hours of no rain in order to do that). I watch "X-Men: First Class" and wish that I liked it more than I did (the fic seems good, though).
11:
I ponder hiking up to Låkta to thank them and to eat their reputedly delicious waffles (they're a tourist place). But the weather is too unstable, and the north of the valley, which is the way to Låkta, is guarded by the infamous Låkta cloud, lying curled like a sullen wet dragon over the ground. Instead I hike to the other side of the lake and collect bryophytes on the cliffs. I consider making my way around the lake, but don't do it--one portion is very steep, and it's wet and I'm alone. See Mom, I do have a sense of self-preservation! I finish Patrick O'Brian's "The Nutmeg of Consolation". &hearts
12:
Had trouble switching out the gas container that supplies my fridge and stove--it was very hard to screw in the, er, part that needs to be screwed in, and it leaked. I tried another container and it worked, so apparently the problem was with the grooves in the, er, screw-in part of the first container. Also, I don't have the English vocabulary to talk about this. I do snapshot phenology in the Dryas OTC:s and control plots, then hike up to Telephone Peak to phone family and boyfriend and discuss XMFC with geeky friend. Did I say I wanted cooler weather? I take it back--three degrees above freezing, cold wind, and drizzle gets old fast, especially up on a peak. I have a sauna bath when I get back.
13:
Another cold wet day. I do snapshot phenology in the Eriophorum OTC:s and control plots. I scrub out the slop bucket (it's getting smelly). The batteries that store energy from the solar cells are getting depleted in this weather, and I have to charge my laptop in another cabin. I watch "The Incredible Journey of Mary Bryant", an Age of Sail movie that
isis reccced a long time ago. Also, I wish N. K. Jemison's "The Broken Kingdoms" were longer so I wouldn't have to ration it to last longer. *congratulates self on bringing awesome books*14:
I do snapshot phenology in the Cassiope and Ranunculus OTC:s and control plots, then bake bread (in the gas oven, which never gives the bread any color on top, but it's still delicious). There's a storm with rain and a bit of sleet and snow in the evening, and I record the storm scene in
zabira's "Come With Me" with authentic storm sounds in the background. Wow, this fic feels like it was written for me to read--it just flows. Then I examine some hoverflies, which turn out to be Parasyrphus tarsatus, Cheilosia chrysocoxa and C. melanopa. 15:
Still dismal weather. To get out of the cabin, I go out in the rain and repair OTC:s (open-top chambers, which are supposed to simulate the greenhouse effect). Two have been blown apart by the storm. After lunch, the sun appears! \o/ I go up to Telephone Peak and phone home, and on the way back catch a hoverfly with my bare hands (it was probably cold and not at its best).
16:
Fine weather. I hike around the southern slopes of Latnjacohka, just to do some exploring. Then I finally do the soil moisture measurements the 9V battery was for. I've now finished off four WIP:s (two ready to post, two ready for beta-reading) so I let myself start a new fic (about what happens with Victoria after "Victoria's Secret"). I get 500 words the first day, which is a good day's writing for me. Also start on new podfic, and compared to the previous one, this one feels like pulling teeth--I have to do retakes all the time. Augh. It's very dialogue-heavy, I think that's why. Sauna in the evening.
17:
I hike to Låkta. The second half of the hike feels surreal--it's a high alpine landscape where very little grows, and it's also very foggy. Luckily the trail is well marked with cairns. At Låkta I have lunch and a waffle, and read a newspaper someone left, to see if I've missed any important world news. It's unfortunately a tabloid and the headline is that the Swedish king put on a plastic trash bag to protect himself from the rain. Seems I'm not missing much. I watch the first ep of "Sherlock" in the evening (yes, this is how long it takes me to get around to watching movies/TV--I generally prefer the written [or spoken] word to the moving image). Anyway, I enjoyed it, but prefer ACD canon.
18:
A pretty lazy day, apart from the daily station routines. I spend an hour or two looking for spiders, etherize them to death, and put them in neat labeled little jars. Then I climb Telephone Peak and phone home. In the evening I take a break from reading fic and go for a walk: I see two ptarmigan hens less than five meters from me, all speckled and fluffed up and cozy, making little "meep?" sounds back and forth like they're reassuring themselves the other one is still there. They are completely adorable. Then I see one of the long-tailed skuas that live downvalley. God, they're lovely birds--long sharp elegant lines in black and grey and white. I feel so joyful about being up here and just being able to walk out the door and see things like this.
19:
I collect more spiders, and hike to the "green patch", which is a verdant bit of slope on the other side of the lake, and get caught out in the rain. Got quite a lot of new species for the phenology list, where I'm supposed to write the first flowering date for all the vascular plants in the valley. Celebrate day 200 in the year (we use day numbers instead of ordinary dates up here) with reindeer stew. Am done with "Spin State" by Chris Moriarty. Holy fuck, I love this book! It's the kind of feeling where you don't want to start reading anything else, because you're still so emotionally invested in it that you don't want to leave the world and the characters.
20:
Planned to hike down to Kårsavagge to visit my nearest neighbor to the south, but there was rain, so I didn't. Baked bread, then climbed up to phone my sister to wish her happy birthday. In the evening I watch "The Sting", which was just really good entertainment. The end totally had me biting my nails. Hmm, the way Henry Gondorff acted in the poker game in the beginning reminded me of Fraser in "Odds". And there's the nose thumbing gesture, too. So is "Odds" doing a homage to this movie, or is there something earlier that they're both referencing?
21:
I hike to Kårsavagge, which is about four kilometers to the south and 300 meters (900 feet) lower down. The cabin is owned by the Swedish Tourist Association, and the cabin host is a nice woman in her fifties. I bring her some fresh bread (that cabin doesn't have an oven and I figured she must be down to hardtack) and invite her to come up for a sauna some evening. I must be getting more fit, because the 300 meter climb doesn't feel like much of anything. My shoulders-and-back problem is still not fixed, though, even though it's a lot better now that I'm not working a desk job. Read
dorinda's The Sting fic "The Buried Treasure Racket", which was in fact the reason I watched the movie. And wow--just go read it, okay? Or rather, watch the movie first and then read it--I guarantee it'll be worth it. 22:
I do snapshot phenology in the Dryas OTC:s and controls, and also soil moisture measurements. A sunny but cold day. Victoria fic at 2650 words. \o/ This one feels like it's going to almost write itself until I run up against the snag of having to research '90's computer hacking. Not looking forward to that. *sigh* Sauna in the evening, and also washing of underwear and socks.
23:
Rain. Not a cumulonimbus downpour, but a steady sort of nimbostratus rain with the stamina to go on all day. I'm supposed to do Eriophorum snapshot phenology (if you're wondering what this is by now, it's just counting flowers in various stages of development) and put it off until evening in the hopes that it'll clear up, but no luck, so I do it in the rain. Then I watch "Still Rowdy After All These Years", a documentary about Gordon Pinsent. I'm mostly after what he looked like when he was younger, and there were some good images there. *waves to
sage* I may have a bit of an obsession with young Bob Fraser. 24:
Strange weather. We usually have either north or south winds, along the length of the valley, but today there's an east wind that sweeps the clouds down the cliffs. The center of the valley is clear, though--it's like being at the center of a roiling cauldron. Katabatic winds? I do Cassiope and Ranunculus snapshot phenology, then go up and call home. Some hikers pass by; I go out to talk to them mostly because they have a husky dog. Ahem. I listen to Ursula K. Le Guin's "The Day Before the Revolution"; it makes me cry. Also it confirms my impression that I like the style of older professional audiobooks--this one's from the seventies. Victoria fic at 3500 words.
25:
I find out that my replacement is coming up on the 27th instead of, as I thought, on the 31st or 1st. This irritates me--I love being up here alone, and now I find out I have fewer days left than I thought. : ( I finish "Sunshine" by Robin McKinley. I highly recommend it! Best book I've read in the urban-fantasy-with-vampires-and-werewolves genre. I hope there'll be a sequel. Or, like, ten sequels.
26:
I prepare for my replacement and write various documentation. Victoria fic at 4400 words. Wow, I love it when you get into the writing groove and words and ideas just flow onto the page. It's been a few months since I had that last.
27:
Two people arrive via helicopter. One is a mycologist who studied biology with my mom and saw me when I was a little kid, the other is her son B, who is my replacement. B and I realize that we met each other earlier this year on an entomology excursion in the south of Sweden. Small world. They move into my cabin, which I feel fine with, despite my earlier disappointment that I wouldn't get to be alone any more. I'm actually very flexible when it comes to being alone or surrounded with lots of people--I do share an apartment with four other people.
28:
I show B the ropes. Clear and sunny weather, almost too much so--I get a headache from the sunshine. Am halfway through "Blood and Iron" by Elizabeth Bear. I picked this up mostly because
petra talks about this series sometimes. I had the impression it would be set in Elizabethan times, but it seems that's only later in the series? Anyway, I feel like I should like this book more than I do, but for whatever reason, it fails to grip me. I pack up in preparation for leaving tomorrow. No postcards this year, sorry (except for the two people who have never gotten any from me before). I went directly from the train to the helicopter, so I didn't get a chance to buy any before I went up.
Also, I'm not crazy enough to go back through a month's worth of posts, so if I've missed something you think I would enjoy, please do link!
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Date: 2011-08-01 02:09 am (UTC)(Also, I made a page for you on Fanlore, based on the profile Akamine_chan did.)
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Date: 2011-08-01 08:24 am (UTC)