omgwtf am I doing. (Besides studying for the bar, which makes me crazy.)

Let's see:

Next weekend, home to visit the family. Yay!

4th of July, off to Lake Lanier for partying. Woo!

July 14/15: reserved for general fannishness, because Bastille Day and HBP. Ee!

July 28/29: take the bar exam. Oh, sh -

August 1: home for friend's wedding. Hooray!

August 3: back to Baltimore to pack and move back to DC. Joy!

August 17: start new job. Love! (And terror!)

So. Obviously what I need right now is to commit myself to a bunch of fannish deadlines that fall ... in mid-August.

*does it*

It's an annoying and ill-fitting historical fact that real tennis - a game in which one has to play with silly rackets, make one's own balls, and suffer the company of the sort of people that can spend hundreds a month on club memberships - saw one of its courts briefly glorified as the sheltering place for the birth of the revolution to begin all revolutions. The only place in the Washington metropolitan area with a functional court is run by a man who was raised at Hampton Court. It feels more inappropriate than ironic. I could wish they'd taken the oath in, I don't know, the stables? Out in the weather, whatever it might have been? But I suppose they had more important things to think about than satisfying literary convention.

In any case, this is a day much better suited to pointing out that it's the wine and not the vessel that matters, and to wonder then why I keep setting up new journals here and there and everywhere without any proper purpose for them. But as long as I fill it up with something slightly less ridiculous than people in silly headbands shouting French at one another, I guess I'll be ahead of the game.

Today is the day I would normally post Enlargement of the Horizon (Marius V, Les Misérables), in which Marius is not so very gently reminded that beauty and grandeur take a back seat to truth and justice - which often seem rather grimy and mundane and unpleasant. And I do still love that chapter, but I've decided that the timing is inappropriate. Why should Waterloo be celebrated as a triumph of truth and justice over empty glory? So I'll save it for some other, more deserving anniversary, and simply say: substance over style.

And here's hoping. That doesn't mean we can't have pretty layouts, of course. Just that there ought to be something to go into them.