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July 29th, 2009

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I am Dina. Jacob always walks beside me. He is large and silent and drags the foot they had no chance to remove. The smell is gone. Jacob does not disappear, as Hjertrud sometimes does. He is a steamboat without steam. He drifts with me. Calmly. Heavily.

Hjertrud is a crescent moon, sometimes waxing, sometimes waning. She floats outside me.

(p. 169)

Dina's Book, by Herbjørg Wassmo, is a 455-page doorstopper. Well, not really a proper doorstopper, but too heavy for me to carry to work. Let's get one thing straight: the movie absolutely does not do it justice. Characters, events, voice, there just wasn't enough room for all of it.

In Kate Bornstein's terminology, Dina is one hell of a gender outlaw. She doesn't natter about gender identity or patriarchal oppression or anything, but she walks the walk in some pretty big ways: She smokes cigars, rides astride while wearing pants, manages Reinsnes as an unmarried widow for years (with more of a head for business than some of its male masters had), and generally sees no reason to act like a proper, circumspect lady. Bornstein characterizes gender outlaws as "delightful" and "attractive", and Dina has this in spades; the breasts and thighs and soul she never bothers to hide have most of the book's male characters panting after her.

What makes her story so tragic, though, is that she's also completely batshit insane, as evidenced by the first-person snippets strewn through the book; spending several years unparented and then several more with a father who hated her, after causing her mother's accidental death, left quite the psychic mark on her. The adult Dina we see ruling Reinsnes is called "hard" by several other characters, and indeed she rarely seems to empathize with anyone (except, perhaps, Stine, the wet nurse she sort of befriends in her own batshit way and later marries off to her first love). Her cruelty to poor, sweet Tomas had me feeling so deeply for the poor dear, and Wassmo's constant characterization of their relationship as unhealthy and demented rather stayed with me; the lifelong first love whose object is haughty and beautiful is normally the stuff of epic romance. Except for the part where the reality of it is probably more like this, Tomas obsessing and puppyishly waiting for Dina as she exploits him.

Speaking of the romantic relationships, I now know how shippers feel. I never bought Dina and Leo's relationship, in the book or in the movie. I spent the movie wanting her paired with Tomas; in the book, where her awful exploitation of him is much more obvious, I kind of wanted her with Anders. Tomas being married off to Stine outraged me until I read Wassmo's description of their happy, healthy, mature marriage and the love they came to bear for each other.

The book is the first in a trilogy, and I'm given to understand that at least the second book has also been translated into English; I'll have to keep an eye out for it.
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July 18th, 2009

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http://www.babeland.com/sexinfo/howto/how-to-pack/

June 24th, 2009

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Last week, my psychiatrist asked if I was on disability and told me to check out Fountain House. Are things that bad?

June 19th, 2009

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holding his book in my lap, tenderly reverent
finger-eyes reading and reading
as feet that are not feet trip on the path behind him
a light that says "explode" but can only quiver and fade
the seafloor enticing and jeweled
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June 9th, 2009

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An ex-Mormon takes on Twilight.
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May 31st, 2009

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Now, I think I'm going to hang this concept on Dagnir, companion of Barahir. The anger and defensiveness that underpin a lot of the traits I described seem appropriate to the later generations of the First-Age Edain, and the character's relative lack of interest in sex and romance makes perfect sense for someone who was betrayed and killed because of a man's love for his wife, Gorlim. I've even picked out his modern name: Daniel Berenguer.

His real-life model is a computer programmer, so he'd probably be some kind of servitor of Vána, whether directly or merely through his works.

NB: He's young. 22, maybe. The arrogant shit he pulls comes off different, and perhaps more forgivable, when you're looking into the face of a lad barely out of his teens.

His PB: The biologically impossible lovechild of Chris Pine and Henry Rollins. What's that you say? Such a creature exists only in my twisted mind? Well, then, I'm open to suggestions.
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May 23rd, 2009

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Promise me that Paul Celan and W. B. Yeats will be there when I die to escort me to the world of myth and symbol.
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April 27th, 2009

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...Is IJ being a penis for anyone else? The edits to my last post aren't taking, and it's pissing me off. (Have set it to private until I can make it work.)

April 22nd, 2009

GOD DAMMIT, HUMANITY.

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A Telugu PSA about condoms in the style of a Bollywood musical number. Cannot be explained, must be experienced.

April 21st, 2009

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WOMAN. I'm taking the weekend of the 15th off from work for you. You had better be awesome. :D

April 7th, 2009

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I now have Boromir hair: dark and cut off above the shoulders. (I doubt Boromir had untameable frizzy curls around the crown of his head, though.)

March 24th, 2009

l'ocell que·m canta dins el cap, l'ocell que·m canta dins el cap!

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It would take thirty to forty normal Vicodin pills to add up to a fatal dose of acetaminophen; even assuming that the bottle is full, I would have to augment it with a similar amount of Tylenol, and acetaminophen toxicity can take days to kill. Good to know.

March 21st, 2009

From the IJ as Personal Notepad files:

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L'oiseau qui chante dans ma tête
Et me répète que je t'aime
Et me répète que tu m'aimes
L'oiseau au fastidieux refrain
Je le tuerai demain matin
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March 19th, 2009

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It has been decided that Mayor Nutter and Congressman Weiner should be the 2016 Silly Party presidential ticket.

March 10th, 2009

Helium Vola have got a new album coming out.

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How awesome? Very awesome.

February 12th, 2009

Just in case any of you haven't heard this song:

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Potentially NSFW.

January 30th, 2009

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Does this man look Egyptian to any of you? (Do ignore the "eyeliner"—apparently he isn't actually wearing any but gets that a lot.) Only that I got into a bit of an argument with someone on TWoP about whether he looks sufficiently Roman or no (we know his character on Lost is very old and almost certainly speaks Latin); she swears up and down Italians are fair and light-eyed just because her family are. Fscking northerners. Me, I say he just looks Mediterranean. Spanish, if I had to guess, but I can see him in a toga just fine.

And yes, we could go in the direction of "places like Egypt and Syria were part of the Empire from early on", but that's all but conceding defeat. :)
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January 25th, 2009

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The glorious Lídia Pujol sings passionately to a squeaky toy. I am 100% not kidding. (The song is gorgeous, and I was tickled by the melody's similarity to counterparts in Provence and Tunisia.)
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January 16th, 2009

I quite possibly have the cutest boyfriend ever.

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[7:57 PM] AntiPopeRingo: 1/2 pound, reserving a couple strips to cook for a topping
[7:58 PM] Vardilme: that's still a lot of bacon
[7:59 PM] AntiPopeRingo: yes
[7:59 PM] AntiPopeRingo: baconbaconbacon
[7:59 PM] AntiPopeRingo: nomnomnom
[7:59 PM] Vardilme: bacon!
[8:03 PM] AntiPopeRingo: *bellyrubs*
[8:03 PM] AntiPopeRingo: bacon
[8:03 PM] AntiPopeRingo: you're not made of bacon
[8:05 PM] Vardilme: *wiggle*
[8:06 PM] Vardilme: you could turn me into bacon, but then I'd be dead and you'd be sad.
[8:06 PM] Vardilme: possibly too sad to eat the bacon.
[8:07 PM] AntiPopeRingo: quite
[8:07 PM] AntiPopeRingo: I want you around for a long long time
[8:08 PM] Vardilme: awww.
[8:08 PM] Vardilme: I want you around for a long time too
[8:08 PM] Vardilme: <3
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