Books and booklists
Oct. 10th, 2007 08:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hawkwing_lbI have my booklists for all my courses now - well, for the first half of all of them, anyway - and so I hied me to Amazon.
I know, I know. Most people don't find titles like The Aegean Bronze Age as alluring as all hell. But my courses this year? Are all so freaking interesting.
I'm doomed to be an academic. Or worse, a failed academic.
And you know, if I keep doing this collecting thing, I'm going to need bigger bookshelves.
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Project: get fit! took a back seat to Project: don't die so far this week. If I'd ever thought wrangling a society would be easy, I have since been extremely disabused.
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Writing: 500 words on Monday, none since. If I can get 1.6K before Monday, I'll be back on track.
Preparation. Persistence. Perseverance. Patience.
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Books 148-149, Fiction 141-142:
141. Jack McDevitt, A Talent for War.
Archaeology in space!
Well, sort of. Historical investigation, conspiracy, peril. McDevitt writes compelling characters and great story, and while he may occasionally go heavily into finicky detail, it makes the geek in me go oooo. Great book.
142. Linnea Sinclair, Finders Keepers.
Where A Talent for War is a fully-realised future history in a recognisably hard-SF context, Finders Keepers is... Perhaps the word I'm looking for is 'Star Wars-esque'? I like Star Wars (apart from the films we speak Not Of), so that's not a complaint. It's a pleasant space-western-fantasy-romance. Light. Not too taxing of brain. In short, exactly what I wanted to read, when I wanted to read it.
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I'm an accidental money-launderer: I found a tenner in the pocket of my jeans that'd been through the wash. It's really clean money now.
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It's a bad thing, being right beside a bookshop with a great selection. I took a trip down to the bargain basement, meaning to come out with a Collected Marlowe and the Odyssey.
Somehow, on my way to the tills, Thus Spake Zarathustra, The Twilight of the Idols, and an Everyman's Library edition of Twain (Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn) found their way into my grasp. As well as a history of the Orange revolution in 1688.
Of course, after this week such extravagances will be No More, but sometimes I wonder about myself, really.
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When I get really tired, I feel worthless. That much, I understand. I also understand that when that happens I engage in approval-seeking (or reassurance-seeking) behaviours. Or, more ordinarily, withdraw from people so as to avoid inflicting my neediness upon them.
And usually I don't recognise this until later, when I'm no longer quite so tired. Now, clearly one solution is not to become that tired in the first place. Except, of course, that it's not always that simple, since I don't always know the length of my rope, so to speak.
One day, I'd like to know how to deal with this in a more efficient fashion. Alas, that day is yet to come.
I know, I know. Most people don't find titles like The Aegean Bronze Age as alluring as all hell. But my courses this year? Are all so freaking interesting.
I'm doomed to be an academic. Or worse, a failed academic.
And you know, if I keep doing this collecting thing, I'm going to need bigger bookshelves.
#
Project: get fit! took a back seat to Project: don't die so far this week. If I'd ever thought wrangling a society would be easy, I have since been extremely disabused.
#
Writing: 500 words on Monday, none since. If I can get 1.6K before Monday, I'll be back on track.
Preparation. Persistence. Perseverance. Patience.
#
Books 148-149, Fiction 141-142:
141. Jack McDevitt, A Talent for War.
Archaeology in space!
Well, sort of. Historical investigation, conspiracy, peril. McDevitt writes compelling characters and great story, and while he may occasionally go heavily into finicky detail, it makes the geek in me go oooo. Great book.
142. Linnea Sinclair, Finders Keepers.
Where A Talent for War is a fully-realised future history in a recognisably hard-SF context, Finders Keepers is... Perhaps the word I'm looking for is 'Star Wars-esque'? I like Star Wars (apart from the films we speak Not Of), so that's not a complaint. It's a pleasant space-western-fantasy-romance. Light. Not too taxing of brain. In short, exactly what I wanted to read, when I wanted to read it.
#
I'm an accidental money-launderer: I found a tenner in the pocket of my jeans that'd been through the wash. It's really clean money now.
#
It's a bad thing, being right beside a bookshop with a great selection. I took a trip down to the bargain basement, meaning to come out with a Collected Marlowe and the Odyssey.
Somehow, on my way to the tills, Thus Spake Zarathustra, The Twilight of the Idols, and an Everyman's Library edition of Twain (Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn) found their way into my grasp. As well as a history of the Orange revolution in 1688.
Of course, after this week such extravagances will be No More, but sometimes I wonder about myself, really.
#
When I get really tired, I feel worthless. That much, I understand. I also understand that when that happens I engage in approval-seeking (or reassurance-seeking) behaviours. Or, more ordinarily, withdraw from people so as to avoid inflicting my neediness upon them.
And usually I don't recognise this until later, when I'm no longer quite so tired. Now, clearly one solution is not to become that tired in the first place. Except, of course, that it's not always that simple, since I don't always know the length of my rope, so to speak.
One day, I'd like to know how to deal with this in a more efficient fashion. Alas, that day is yet to come.
