If I can find my way out of this dog, consider it done.
I laughed out loud at 1, and then wished there were a more concise way to tell you of same.
Blog will be down
Don't give it a look
Outside of a dog
We'll be
Reading a book
Burma Shave
I am assuming nothing involving the nameservers and/or you are not using ogged as a consultant.
I assumed the comment lull was because everyone was practicing for tomorrow night.
I'm supposed to be writing a paper, but failing at it.
Succeeding at failing at it, you gloomy Gus!
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Michael Douglas says oral sex causes throat cancer.
This makes me sad.
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11. He seems to be trying to walk that back. Rather incoherently.
Rather incoherently.
What with his throat cancer and all.
Inside a vagina, the acoustics are too bad to read aloud.
5: no, the phsyical water droplet we're on is being let go (presumably in the form of rain), so we need to migrate to a different water droplet.
It saddened me recently to realize how long it has been since I finished a book.
I'm already super grumpy today, and the blog is going to be down? Terrible.
It's like Blume and I were the only ones to really plan for this well in advance.
I'm not even sure what tomorrow means anymore.
For your downtime: how do you ripen peaches? Opinions differ.
The downtime coincides well with my difficulty establishing internet service at my new place. Thanks, downtime!
24: Opinions differ rather strongly. Some say that peaches are not like tomatoes, with the sticking in a bag with bananas thing. I'm inclined to this view.
I totally forgot about this! Ha! Downtime!
"Your position is 661 out of 661 queued migrations in this Linode's datacenter."
Helpful!
I'll try this. Some say that you can't actually ripen peaches at all once they're harvested -- you can only soften them. Dang. Foolish to have bought them so early in the first place, but I got excited.
the bananas thing is a red herring (so to speak), its ethylene that does it and apples apparent give off waaaay more than bananas.
and can i just take the opportunity to say that while i understand everyone deals with the misery of minor ailments their own way, and i am willing, nay eager and happy, to provide hot water bottles, blankets and hot drinks basically on tap, not to mention shouldering the parenting load single handed (child is easy, this is not a burden) it does in fact escape me why someone would decide the onset of illness is the perfect time to dive into that cd of the saariahao opera re: simone weil? particularly when she was basically a religious maniac and the ill person is a committed atheist?
although i hasten to add that i am grateful this minor virus has not inspired a fit of nancarrow. i likes me some nancarrow, but not on a school night.
If there's going to be downtime here, I guess I'll keep refreshing this thread elsewhere because even though I don't really understand what they're doing it's been pretty entertaining so far today. The smallest gap for which there are proven to be infinitely many prime number pairs, decreasing before your very eyes! Extrapolating naively I assume they'll have proved the twin prime conjecture by morning. (I'm joking, to be clear.)
Their MathJax install must be broken, and that $latex H$ shit is really annoying.
Oh huh. I don't know if it was somehow working earlier today, or I'm just so used to writing LaTeX that I read it without even noticing.
Huh, works fine in the comments. Weird.
Utah reggae bands with a seeming penchant for sexual-geomorphological puns both verbal and visual for your downtime entertainment. Wasnatch!
"Your position is 148 out of 177 queued migrations in this Linode's datacenter."
So ... downtime sometime today!
A few years ago I started keeping a list of all of the books I finish reading, as a way to try to guilt myself into finishing more books. (I can't seem to stop buying them, and it's depressing if all the bookshelves are completely filled with things I haven't read.) So the last book I finished reading was on May 21, and it was Going Clear, Lawrence Wright's book about Scientology. One thing that surprised me when I started keeping a list was that I was reading way more nonfiction than fiction, although so far this year it's only about 40% more. (Soon to increase, though, as I'm most of the way through James Kasting's How to Find a Habitable Planet and Katherine Book's Behind the Beautiful Forevers.)
Me, I read books all the time, but it's been forever since I've read a work of fiction.
I was like that for years, but I recently started reading novels again. Plus, I'm reading Harry Potter to the boy.
39 is really interesting. Lee doesn't read fiction. I've read Railsea twice in the last few weeks and I've read at least 23 novels and 12 non-fiction books this year. I would lose my mind even more than I do already if I couldn't steal a few moments every day to sit and read.
A few years ago I started keeping a list of all of the boos I finish reading, as a way to try to guilt myself into finishing more boos. (I can't seem to stop buying them, and it's depressing if all the booshelves are completely filled with things I haven't read.) So the last boo I finished reading was on May 21, and it was Going Clear, Lawrence Wright's boo about Scientology.
Katherine Boo's Behind the Beautiful Forevers
Thought this boo was amazing
I would lose my mind even more than I do already if I couldn't steal a few moments every day to sit and read.
Yeah. I trade sleep for this. Doesn't have to be reading, it might be practicing guitar, but 30 - 45 minutes a day, alone, doing something.*
I haven't read much non-fiction recently. Maybe two or three books in the past 6 months. I've probably read 60 or more novels in the past year, though.
* fnarr [for British readers]
re: 48
Except, presumably, academic stuff? Although I suppose that's more journal length rather than book length.
Well, these days, not that much of that, even.
I read nonfiction for work, of course, but almost never for entertainment. Novels, novels, novels!
Maybe I should read VW's book. It would probably help with this cholera.
Obligatorily, I prefer to read good literary criticism.
In other news, shoulder injuries suck syphilitic squid-proboscis through a fine mesh.
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I sometimes dream of carrying around a sign which said, "your turn signal isn't working" which I could flash at cars when appropriate. Totally impractical idea, of course, but if I ever get a toon-style hyper-dimensional pocket . . . .
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On the actual topic, I'd like to recommend Patti Smith's Just Kids generally. Has that "hey, book, I've finished you but I don't feel like leaving quite yet" thing.
(Also, stand by for a review on the blog.)
55: and in the other pocket, "You're still flashing your turn signal", I hope.
In other news, shoulder injuries suck syphilitic squid-proboscis through a fine mesh.
While most authorities were happy with "The Leith police dismisseth us" or "She sells seashells by the seashore", field sobriety tests took a rather more unnerving turn in the hands of the Miskatonic County Sherriff's Department.
I read next to no fiction. I try from time to time but unless it's all spaceships and dragons and trashy shit like that I don't much enjoy it.
55: and in the other pocket, "You're still flashing your turn signal", I hope.
That comes up less often (though more often than it might for some people because I live a block away from the senior activity center).
Geez we had a baby to keep us occupied for that?
I was going to finish vw's book while you were down. It's right here in my office.
And you'd just mentioned it, so it was on my mind.
I almost ordered some non-fiction last night because I was about to order sheet music and the non-fiction book (T/im P/age's memoir about learning in adulthood that he had Asperger's) was exactly the right amount to get me free shipping but then I had one of those "why am I spending $25" moments and bailed on all of it.
I was fairly enthusiastically reading a bio of Bette Davis but got sidetracked by more bite-sized readings, some of them interesting like the Harper's thing about the AR-15 and why gun control is doomed and some good stuff in the last New Yorker.
But now the down time is over so back into the dog with me. Wait, did that sound kind of....?
Inside a dog no one can hear you scream make double entendres.
I meant to bring a copy of the evolving Unfogged book list to D.C., but I plumb forgot. It's a big ass Excel sheet. Should I put it in Google Docs or what?
70: Someone was supposed to help you with that!
I figure if we get it online there can be some crowdsourcing.
(No one should click on the link in 71. It's horrible.)
It is, but it is also a masterpiece of understated horror.
I meant to bring a copy of the evolving Unfogged book list to D.C., but I plumb forgot. It's a big ass Excel sheet. Should I put it in Google Docs or what?
Yes.
56: Yeah, Just Kids made me wish Patti Smith could re-write everyone else's memoirs of New York in the Seventies.
It's likely to be an unusually productive day in which I *don't* finish a novel, let alone nonfiction. I read the way problem drinkers drink.
79: Grimly determined, without pleasure, in secret and shamefully.
There are people who read too much: the bibliobibuli. I know some who are constantly drunk on books, as other men are drunk on whiskey or religion.
I have pro-reading quotations too, of course, but that one fit best. Even if "Opinionated H.L. Mencken" is redundant to the point of tautology.
A few years ago I started keeping a list of all of the books I finish reading, as a way to try to guilt myself into finishing more books.
I started doing this on FB this year, to see if vanity/guilt would lead to me reading more and perhaps making more interesting choices beyond my default setting of a certain type of fantasy/sci-fi/young adult. However, I think it probably just comes off as strange to most of my friends. I really like the conversations that occasionally come out of it, though, so I'm going to keep on doing it, with hopes that nobody thinks that I'm either a braggart or an insipid, slow reader, depending on where they fall on the reading spectrum.
78: most interesting thing, I think, that Mapplethorpe's bisexuality was less troubling to them as a couple than his social climbing. Class is the king of hatreds.
also, alternative title: The History of a South Jersey Autodidact.
84: I don't know if that was the most interesting thing, but I came to it without a great deal of biographical knowledge about either of them, so a lot of things were somewhat surprising. Especially looking at that period where neither of them were in any way famous, but they had bummed around the scene long enough, and were cute enough, and things were in flux enough that they were able to do all of that social climbing. It was more, it seemed to me, that RM had the one big success, where as PS had worked her way around a bigger chunk of the scene, without hitting the jackpot. Obviously, neither of them was content to just go along to get along.
79: Grimly determined, without pleasure, in secret and shamefully.
Wait, were you kidding? Because that kinda is how I read.
That's how you do everything, no?
I came to Just Kids with basically no appropriate background knowledge; I found it engaging but felt clearly that I was missing some of its rewards.
It's been more than a year since I read it, and the extremely vague impression that's still left in memory is that while reading it I was struck by her candid tone, and after reading it I noticed discretions that hadn't come to my attention in the moment.