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Yesterday, climbing. Two 6as sent, and one 6b improved. (By a little, not by much, but still, a metre and a half of progress is damn well progress.) Three more 4+s and 5s that I've done before.
Today, crawled out of bed by ten to ten, grabbed a muffin on the way to the train, and spent three hours (Three. Hours.) in college cataloguing the (conjoined) library of the Archaeological and the Classical Societies, with the assistance of one very good, very brave, very hero-of-the-revolution friend.
The Classical Society, you see, claimed that everything was catalogued already. Well, yes, they do have a catalogue. Unfortunately, it is right arseways - alphabetically by title, and not consistantly even there - and of the two, three hundred books we pulled off the shelves today? Less than one in ten was in the catalogue. (Also, there are at least four copies of Ronald Syme's The Roman Revolution and Paul Cartledge's The Greeks, three each of Boardman/Murray/Griffin The Greeks and the Hellenistic World and The Roman World and of J.K. Davies' Democracy and Classical Greece...)
It is a very odd collection, for sure. And it seems one of the former librarians was a conspiracy nut. There are a couple of odd books on comets, and one copy of The Stargate Conspiracy. Ten minutes were lost to mad laughter, on our part, and on the part of one of the professors who happens to be a Stargate fan.
We are nowhere near done. So next Friday will be another cataloguing day.
The train home had many weird people on it. Met the parent at the station, grabbed a roll from a wee place in the Naul, and headed off for PC World, for Project Mortgage Soul and Find Reasonable Replacement Laptop.
My soul is well and truly mortgaged now. But I have a shiny new machine with an actual graphics card, 15'4 inch screen, that weighs less than a sack of bricks and has enough processing power to actually play a couple of games, to boot.
(It is called Sir Galahad. Yes, I named it. And I plan to take really good care of it, too. I don't have two souls to mortgage, you know.)
Today, crawled out of bed by ten to ten, grabbed a muffin on the way to the train, and spent three hours (Three. Hours.) in college cataloguing the (conjoined) library of the Archaeological and the Classical Societies, with the assistance of one very good, very brave, very hero-of-the-revolution friend.
The Classical Society, you see, claimed that everything was catalogued already. Well, yes, they do have a catalogue. Unfortunately, it is right arseways - alphabetically by title, and not consistantly even there - and of the two, three hundred books we pulled off the shelves today? Less than one in ten was in the catalogue. (Also, there are at least four copies of Ronald Syme's The Roman Revolution and Paul Cartledge's The Greeks, three each of Boardman/Murray/Griffin The Greeks and the Hellenistic World and The Roman World and of J.K. Davies' Democracy and Classical Greece...)
It is a very odd collection, for sure. And it seems one of the former librarians was a conspiracy nut. There are a couple of odd books on comets, and one copy of The Stargate Conspiracy. Ten minutes were lost to mad laughter, on our part, and on the part of one of the professors who happens to be a Stargate fan.
We are nowhere near done. So next Friday will be another cataloguing day.
The train home had many weird people on it. Met the parent at the station, grabbed a roll from a wee place in the Naul, and headed off for PC World, for Project Mortgage Soul and Find Reasonable Replacement Laptop.
My soul is well and truly mortgaged now. But I have a shiny new machine with an actual graphics card, 15'4 inch screen, that weighs less than a sack of bricks and has enough processing power to actually play a couple of games, to boot.
(It is called Sir Galahad. Yes, I named it. And I plan to take really good care of it, too. I don't have two souls to mortgage, you know.)
