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3pipeproblem) wrote2004-12-16 05:51 pm
3pipeproblem) wrote2004-12-16 05:51 pm
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In the midst of studying for my geology final, for which I'm beginning to think prayer is the best preparation, I'm going to take a break (or maybe the study sessions are the breaks?) and post excerpts from my notes. Ahem. Most of it's Alan/Tara dialogue. It's a shame I didn't write the lecture title at the top. Oh, I can match the pen colors!
"And that doesn't happen to you often."
"Nothing I've done with you happens to me often...barring the obvious exceptions."
"How often do you take women home, Alan?"
"No more than once a night. Things become crowded otherwise."
"Home. Your place."
"...never. Rarely."
"It's difficult to tell that someone lives here."
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"I agree; it's not the homiest of places."
"Why do you own a house?"
"It came with the pool."
"I wish you'd talk to me. You are aware that I should be the one who's nervous in this situation."
"You mean you're not?"
"You could never make me nervous, Alan. Well. Not about myself."
"You're nervous about me."
"A week, you said. Here we are on day two and you're falling apart at the seams."
"That's nothing new."
"Do you know what I hate, Alan?" [here the pen changes; possibly written during presentations about ancient astronomy]
"No, I'm sure I don't."
"I watch you interacting with clients and your advice--ethical deficits aside--is usually quite sound. You know how to read people, how to relate to them. On occasion you even manage to help them."
"Tara--"
"But when it comes to you, you just shut down. Nothing. If I were to ask you if you're happy right now--"
"You're oversimplifying."
"You're overcomplicating."
"I'm a lawyer. That's my job."
"You're my friend."
"I don't know what to say."
"You've had plenty of time to reflect."
"An hour."
"Nearly a year."
"What's another?"
"A risk you're willing to take, apparently."
"What would I risk? I don't have anything."
"My friendship."
"I've never known that to last."
"Really, Alan, you're fortunate I'm still speaking with you."
...I appear to have actually taken notes on the hydrologic cycle. And misspelled "plate tectonics."
"What were you like as a child?"
"Shorter."
"That was a serious question, I'll have you know."
"Hearing about my five-year-old birthday party will teach you as much about me as a biography of Napoleon."
"You had a complex at that age?"
"Not that I recall, but I've ceased to keep track."
"You were an only child."
"Not much of a leap."
"Were you lonely?"
"I was another person, one I have nothing to do with now."
"Don't argue. It makes you sound desperate. You must have been sweet, if you're being defensive."
"I wasn't. I was never sweet."
"Perhaps not in the conventional sense."
"I wanted to be a construction worker. Drive a Bobcat."
This'd be Alan and TM!Brad. You know, for the record.
"Tara."
"Is sadly absent."
"You wish she was here?" [oh, how it pains me to use the subjunctive incorrectly]
"Consider my company."
"Do you love her?"
"Do you love her?"
"Okay, Shore. I won't make you say it."
"You should know better."
"Yeah, I'm starting to think I should."
"What difference does it make to you?"
And finally...(this one's a lot better because I'm quoting Chabon...or wait, maybe it's me! who can tell?)
"It was a purely impersonal hunger...a hunger devoid of prurience, appetite, malice or goodwill. It was a hunger, she decided later, for information. And yet there was a liveliness in his gaze, a kind of cool vitality that was nearly amusement, as if a steady lifelong diet of mundane observations had preserved the youthfulness of his optic organs alone."
"A delicate, inexorable lattice of inferences began to assemble themselves, like a crystal, in the old man's mind, shivering, catching the light in glints and surmises. It was the deepest pleasure life could afford, this deductive crystalization, this paroxysm of guesswork, and one that he had lived without for a terribly long time."
[back to me] wow. I have no notes.
Liebig
figured out how plants used elements
fertilizers
also created first concentrated [there's a better word for this] foods
oil?-->clay-no oxygen-high percentages of undecayed organic matter
coal
water table just above the surface
standing water
bacteria and fungi use up oxygen so decay stops
peat peat [repeat?] covered by other sediments and heated-->ligmite, coal anthrocite
So the first supercontinent was called Rodinia...but I took the liberty of renaming it Rhodesia in my notes. *snort*
"And that doesn't happen to you often."
"Nothing I've done with you happens to me often...barring the obvious exceptions."
"How often do you take women home, Alan?"
"No more than once a night. Things become crowded otherwise."
"Home. Your place."
"...never. Rarely."
"It's difficult to tell that someone lives here."
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"I agree; it's not the homiest of places."
"Why do you own a house?"
"It came with the pool."
"I wish you'd talk to me. You are aware that I should be the one who's nervous in this situation."
"You mean you're not?"
"You could never make me nervous, Alan. Well. Not about myself."
"You're nervous about me."
"A week, you said. Here we are on day two and you're falling apart at the seams."
"That's nothing new."
"Do you know what I hate, Alan?" [here the pen changes; possibly written during presentations about ancient astronomy]
"No, I'm sure I don't."
"I watch you interacting with clients and your advice--ethical deficits aside--is usually quite sound. You know how to read people, how to relate to them. On occasion you even manage to help them."
"Tara--"
"But when it comes to you, you just shut down. Nothing. If I were to ask you if you're happy right now--"
"You're oversimplifying."
"You're overcomplicating."
"I'm a lawyer. That's my job."
"You're my friend."
"I don't know what to say."
"You've had plenty of time to reflect."
"An hour."
"Nearly a year."
"What's another?"
"A risk you're willing to take, apparently."
"What would I risk? I don't have anything."
"My friendship."
"I've never known that to last."
"Really, Alan, you're fortunate I'm still speaking with you."
...I appear to have actually taken notes on the hydrologic cycle. And misspelled "plate tectonics."
"What were you like as a child?"
"Shorter."
"That was a serious question, I'll have you know."
"Hearing about my five-year-old birthday party will teach you as much about me as a biography of Napoleon."
"You had a complex at that age?"
"Not that I recall, but I've ceased to keep track."
"You were an only child."
"Not much of a leap."
"Were you lonely?"
"I was another person, one I have nothing to do with now."
"Don't argue. It makes you sound desperate. You must have been sweet, if you're being defensive."
"I wasn't. I was never sweet."
"Perhaps not in the conventional sense."
"I wanted to be a construction worker. Drive a Bobcat."
This'd be Alan and TM!Brad. You know, for the record.
"Tara."
"Is sadly absent."
"You wish she was here?" [oh, how it pains me to use the subjunctive incorrectly]
"Consider my company."
"Do you love her?"
"Do you love her?"
"Okay, Shore. I won't make you say it."
"You should know better."
"Yeah, I'm starting to think I should."
"What difference does it make to you?"
And finally...(this one's a lot better because I'm quoting Chabon...or wait, maybe it's me! who can tell?)
"It was a purely impersonal hunger...a hunger devoid of prurience, appetite, malice or goodwill. It was a hunger, she decided later, for information. And yet there was a liveliness in his gaze, a kind of cool vitality that was nearly amusement, as if a steady lifelong diet of mundane observations had preserved the youthfulness of his optic organs alone."
"A delicate, inexorable lattice of inferences began to assemble themselves, like a crystal, in the old man's mind, shivering, catching the light in glints and surmises. It was the deepest pleasure life could afford, this deductive crystalization, this paroxysm of guesswork, and one that he had lived without for a terribly long time."
[back to me] wow. I have no notes.
Liebig
figured out how plants used elements
fertilizers
also created first concentrated [there's a better word for this] foods
oil?-->clay-no oxygen-high percentages of undecayed organic matter
coal
water table just above the surface
standing water
bacteria and fungi use up oxygen so decay stops
peat peat [repeat?] covered by other sediments and heated-->ligmite, coal anthrocite
So the first supercontinent was called Rodinia...but I took the liberty of renaming it Rhodesia in my notes. *snort*
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