I'm glad I found Jason because he's perfect for me.

(sitting in the car)
Jason: I never use periods when writing online.
Me: Why?
Jason: I just use commas because my thoughts flow.
Me: That just means you're indecisive.
Jason: So? So are electrons.

This makes more sense when I say that he's been reading books on quantum physics. A few weeks ago, he finished Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials trilogy, and then commandeered my small selection of quantum physics books. He claims that quantum physics is "scary" and that it "freaks [him] out." His newfound relationship with quantum physics is where the odd electron reference originated. After he said it, I burst into uncontrollable laughter. He didn't get what was so funny.

Other than cleaning the apartment and the gerbil/hamster cages, I've done nothing much today. I'm on a mission to save Markel, though. Markel is Jason's sister's little girl. She's going to be two years old later this month. She has ten books, four of which were given to her by me. I think that's a shame, so I went to the used bookstore and bought her about twenty books. For her birthday, I'm going to get a little bookshelf for her to keep them in. Right now, they keep her books in a basket out of her reach. That's also a shame.
In the last three days, I've started and finished three novels. Obviously, I've been sneaking a bit of reading time at work, otherwise this would not be possible. The novels were the final three books in Susan Cooper's The Dark is Rising Sequence. I loved all the novels, though I do have a soft spot for The Grey King in particular simply because I love Bran. At any rate, they are wonderful books if you're looking for something to read.

I got a bit excited last week and ordered a biography on Jane Austen, which was followed into my shopping cart by a collection of her letters and two other books about her life, culture, and novels. I've only received one thus far (Jane Austen: the World of her Novels), but it is filled with gorgeous drawings, photographs, and maps.

If you couldn't tell, work is still slow. The hub-bub over our project manager leaving has died down, and they're working things out downstairs. For the most part, I've been left out of the disaster, so I'm quite happy about that. I still don't know how the rest of this year will go, but I'm willing to give everyone the benefit of the doubt.

alison sudol/a fine frenzy )
From Shikasta by Doris Lessing:

The old watch the young with anguish, pain, fear. Above all what each has learned is what things cost, what has to be paid, the consequences and results of actions. But their own lives have been useless, because nothing they have learned can be passed on. What is the point of learning so much, so painfully, at such a cost to themselves and to others (often the offspring in question) if the next generation cannot take anything at all from them, can accept nothing as "given," as learned, as already understood?

And these old ones who have lived through everything know very well that every horror is possible and indeed inevitable, but the young are feeling that well, perhaps, it will be all right after all.

The old live waiting, longing, for the young to come to their senses and understand they personally have so little time left, and the planet has so little time left: "For God's sake! There is no time left, no time left for you, and not for us either, while you peacock about and play little games..."
It has been a quiet day at work for the most part. I finished Paul S. Kemp's Erevis Cale Trilogy yesterday, and I've moved on to read Tehanu by Ursula K. LeGuin. It's the fourth novel in the Earthsea series. Not long ago, SciFi (the television channel) funded and aired a miniseries called Legends of Earthsea, based off, I assume, the first three novels. I haven't seen it. After reading the novels, I never will. The novels are beautiful and passionate, but in a very delicate way. Just looking at the cover of the DVDs, I can see they have handled such an elegant piece of storytelling with clumsy, uncaring hands. I'm sure it would make me sick to watch it, just as it makes me sick watch Queen of the Damned when I know good and well what a masterpiece the novel is.

At any rate, The Erevis Cale Trilogy was much better than I expected. I'm stunned at the lack of a fandom for it on the internet. I've been browsing the archives of a couple message boards where fans have discussed the novels with Paul Kemp, the author. However, I've been unable to suss out any fansites or fan-run communities on the internet. I've been wobbling back and forth on whether to create a community here on LJ to meet a few fellow fans. I wouldn't be so undecided if I knew there were fans willing to join, but I suspect I would have difficulty finding fans with LJs. To tell the truth, I just want to do this so I can fangirl over Drasek Riven. Maturity? Who needs it?
I demand that all of you read the Erevis Cale novels by Paul S. Kemp so I have people to fangirl with. As usual, I end up in character-love with the kinda-sorta bad guy who subconsciously almost wants to be a good guy. What is it with me and assassins? I'm sick, I think.

EDIT: The Belgium police really are killjoys.
A cookie to anyone who can identify the source of my icon. That image has haunted me for well over a month.

After days of deliberating with myself over whether I should change the theme I use on my LJ, I finally changed it. It isn't like it was a huge decision. I was just stuck in a rut. It's all pretty now, though.

I thought I might be coming down with a cold, but it appears as if I'm avoided it. My throat was sore yesterday, and I had some major drainage from my sinuses. I immediately went into my 'I'm-not-going-to-get-sick-dammit' routine. This involves eating vitamin C tablets, drinking Emer'gen C, drinking orange juice, drinking lots of water, drinking lots of herbal tea, sticking my face in a humidifier for the majority of the day, and taking some Mucinex (for the gross mucus). I'm much better today. I'm not nearly as tired, and my throat and chest aren't as congested. Take that, evil cold.

I called patient information at the hospital in WV and asked for my grandfather's room number. His surgery went well, but (as with all colon surgery) the recovery bit has been a slice of hell for him. He sounded like he was in pain and was very groggy. I only talked to him for five minutes before I excused myself. He needs to sleep, not to talk to a million people on the phone. I called my mom afterward, and she said he was getting tired of all the visitors. Like me, he prefers to be alone when he's not feeling well. He demanded that my grandmother go home yesterday. Poor guy. I hope he's feeling better when they release him.

I want to knit everything. Seriously. I desperately want to knit this sweater. Isn't it gorgeous? About halfway down the page, there is a second picture with detail of the Grecian Plait stitch. It's so wonderful, it makes me swoon with delight. After posting the pictures of Ferguson in his knitted sweater on a Chihuahua message board I visit, I received a couple requests for custom sweaters for fellow board members. I'll probably work on one of them this weekend after I get the yarn.

I'm nearly finished with Paul Kemp's Twilight Falling. It's very good. It took me a bit to get into it, but by the fifth chapter, I whizzed through the pages in two days. I'm still waiting on the shipment of the remaining Earthsea novel by Ursula K. Le Guin. I've read the first three, but the fourth in line is the one I'm missing.

And in case anyone missed it the last two times I mentioned it, Kiva.org is a fantastic organization. This is my lender page. Mok from Cambodia and Sarah from Uganda have both received their loans. Mok has already made her first payment. I really hope she is doing well. I want her grocery store to thrive. Sarah's first payment is probably due in a couple days. She's a woman after my own heart since she's a knitter. I knew I had to contribute to her loan when I read that. Anyway, I'm very excited to read future updates on them both.
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( Oct. 16th, 2007 02:35 pm)
I've been reading The Farthest Shore, one of the Earthsea novels by Ursula K. Le Guin. I started it yesterday, but I'll likely finish it this evening. At any rate, I found this wonderful quote within it.

"Try to choose carefully, Arren, when the great choices must be made. When I was young, I had to choose between the life of being and the life of doing. And I leapt at the latter like a trout to a fly. But each deed you do, each act, binds you to itself and its consequences, and makes you act again and yet again. Then very seldom do you come upon a space, a time like this, between act and act, when you may stop and simply be. Or wonder who, after all, you are." (Chapter Three: Hort Town of The Farthest Shore)
Has anyone seen Andrei Rublev? My god, could it be any longer? Maybe I just wasn't in the mood, but the film seemed to run in circles of not-so-exciting and not-so-interesting dialogue. Three and a half hours of it. Seriously. Tarkovsky, man, I love Solaris and Stalker more than words can say, but I can't hang with the three and a half hours of tedium that is Andrei Rublev. I feel like I've betrayed you, but you didn't make it easy for me to love that movie.

I also saw You're Gonna Miss Me this weekend. It's a wonderful (and somewhat heartbreaking) documentary about Roky Erickson, the former frontman for The 13th Floor Elevators. Heavy drug use brought on paranoid schizophrenia when he was 21. He was arrested for possession and placed in a mental hospital, and then in a hospital for the criminally insane. When he got out, he returned to music, but found himself in a downward spiral of drugs and crimes such a mail theft. (He liked to catalog junk mail.) Eventually, he gave up music. Anyway, the documentary focuses on his relationship with his (crazy!) mother, who has problems all her own, and the struggle of one of his brothers to gain custody of Roky. It's very interesting, even if you aren't familiar with Roky's music. I wasn't overly familiar with his stuff, but I very much enjoyed the documentary.

I lucked out and found each of the five novels in Doris Lessing's Canopus in Argos series at the used bookstore. I scored them all for less than eighteen bucks. They're in line for my reading enjoyment after I finished Le Guin's The Farthest Shore and all of Paul Kemp's novels.


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