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Blah, blah, blah, fireworks and lightning and sauvignon blanc aside, what did I learn in the year 2009?
Well. Thanks to the Random One and The Lotus, I discovered the technological joy of the iPod… and that it doesn’t make you invisible, maybe just oblivious to anyone standing around hoping to use the photocopying while you’re blaming things on the boogie.
phffff
… the sound of book dust blooming… promptly follwed by the phfftttt of a sneeze. I may have underestimated the capacity of the boxed section of my library by about 200 books. Such a rosy feeling. Indeed, even a rosé feeling.
august smith and syren
Wow, thanks to whomever used that title as a search – there’s a story lurking there.
Some place where there’s lots of stories lurking is this house. I counted up last night. 295 books in one room + 573 in the next room (and the shelf I couldn’t reach without a dust cloud blooming) …. + 10 boxes, approx 20 in each. Yes, I have about 1000 books in this house. Good thing I took 3 to visit the sister library a few days ago. Then again, 1000 doesn’t sound like many until you calculate the space requirements and the effort involved in relocating all those lovely volumes. It certainly doesn’t sound like enough.
Oh. Hmmm. Guess who has a book voucher under the sparkly twisted silver solstice tree?
vib
Book cravings are back – with a difference. These particular older books I don’t particularly want to read, maybe just hold, because I don’t want to risk losing the magic.
I Can Jump Puddles – Alan Marshal.
February Dragon – Colin Thiele… yeah, still appropriate.
Playing Beatie Bow – Ruth Park.
A somewhat ironic list as they all touch on being active in the Australian outdoors and there I was, usually still am, curled up inside with my nose in a book rather than running around in the sun. Hey, my skin loves me.
tectonica
I admit it: I attempted steampunk for the NaNoWriMo project, and failed. Melancholy nostalgia just isn’t me. But I did have lots of brass gadgets and remembered to add goggles to a few wardrobes (at least I hope I did, maybe I added googles). Read the rest of this entry »
double humph
It is a rarity for me to fail to finish a book. Particularly a historical romance, and more particularly a … well, this one so far hasn’t distinguished itself as a Regency which I assume is what it’s meant to be. And with a Carlyle quote on the cover it’s also meant to be bloody good. That got me over my initial dubiousness about a seventeen year old heroine. Seventeen! But okay, there are plenty of sassy, sexy, sweet and smart debs running wild in my library. They just generally give a sense they have a life outside the scene, too. Flip a few more pages and hmmm. I can hear echoes of Wilde. Sophia, the eponymous courtesan and the mother in this book, sounds so much like Mrs Cheevly as played by Julianne Moore in An Ideal Husband (love that movie) that she’s distracting, and by Chapter Four I don’t need any more distractions.
Sad, really.
Bye bye The Courtesan’s Daughter.
NaNoWriMo Day #18
“The sound of my voice will haunt you,” sings Stevie in Silver Springs, and that’s an impressive curse to lay on someone.
NaNoWriMo Day #13
Ouch.
Note for next time: avoid the fire evacuation drill at work. Thirteen flights of stairs plus the hike two mid-city blocks and back with a cast of about a thousand on a very hot morning, stubbornly followed by the walk home and hours cross-legged on the couch with the laptop appropiately atop the lap is not good for the calves. Particularly for an Aquarius who traditionally experiences weakness in the ankles and shins. Squared, because osteoporosis is a valid concern . . . especially for a disposable character sacrificed to a dancer – wow, she is awesome! Was in real life, too, the way she snapped her partners round the dancefloor while perched atop the skinniest heels. This woman was so incredible, she’s infected my bad girl and I don’t mind at all.
But please send masseuse.
Or I’ll have to make do with internal applications of sparkling.
