And So It Goes
Feb. 27th, 2006 04:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annundrielUneventful weekend. Did enjoy SG-1, though. Watched it with Tris and worried certain characters were going to die. (After that Billy thing on BSG, anything's possible.) Really looking forward to next week's ep.
Saturday I babysat Tris and we watched The Witches, Good Boy, and the last half of The Lion, the Witch, & the Wardrobe. It was a lot of fun. He's a good kid.
Over the weekend I started and finished Vanity & Vexation: A Novel of Pride & Prejudice. Let's just say I was underwhelmed, hmm? When there are many noticeable typos within the first hundred pages, you know you're going to have to work at comprehension a bit. There were a few parts where it was either a sloppy job on the editor's part or the author just wasn't paying attention to their own facts (and we can blame the editor for not catching them).![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ginnith, they were the kind of little mistakes you catch for me whenever I share something with you. And neither of us is professional!
Besides that, the Lizzy and Darcy characters (Nick and Mary) had very little chemistry. (Sheppard and McKay have more. Hell, Roslin and Adama have more.)
Anyway. It wasn't a complete waste. Just...not as good as it could have been. Now I have started Italo Calvino's If On a Winter's Night a Traveler, which Neesha recced to me sometime last year. I'm really diggin' it so far. It has lovely little bits like:
"You derive a special pleasure form a just-published book, and it isn't only a book you are taking with you but its novelty as well, which could be merely that of an object fresh from the factory, the youthful bloom of new books, which lasts until the dust jacket begins to yellow, until a veil of smog settles on the top edge, until the binding becomes dog-eared, in the rapid autumn of libraries" (6).
And,
"Long novels written today are perhaps a contradiction: the dimension of time has been shattered, we cannot love or think except in fragments of time each of which goes off along its own trajectory and immediately disappears" (8).
I'm a little in love with that line about "the rapid autumn of libraries." It's just...hee! Shiny.
Other than that, I've been working on my exploratory narrative all day. Woo. Should start on my opera/myth paper, but probably not until after work.
Continuing slowly with BSG. Just watched 2x04. Kind of like a punch in the gut.
Saturday I babysat Tris and we watched The Witches, Good Boy, and the last half of The Lion, the Witch, & the Wardrobe. It was a lot of fun. He's a good kid.
Over the weekend I started and finished Vanity & Vexation: A Novel of Pride & Prejudice. Let's just say I was underwhelmed, hmm? When there are many noticeable typos within the first hundred pages, you know you're going to have to work at comprehension a bit. There were a few parts where it was either a sloppy job on the editor's part or the author just wasn't paying attention to their own facts (and we can blame the editor for not catching them).
ginnith, they were the kind of little mistakes you catch for me whenever I share something with you. And neither of us is professional!Besides that, the Lizzy and Darcy characters (Nick and Mary) had very little chemistry. (Sheppard and McKay have more. Hell, Roslin and Adama have more.)
Anyway. It wasn't a complete waste. Just...not as good as it could have been. Now I have started Italo Calvino's If On a Winter's Night a Traveler, which Neesha recced to me sometime last year. I'm really diggin' it so far. It has lovely little bits like:
"You derive a special pleasure form a just-published book, and it isn't only a book you are taking with you but its novelty as well, which could be merely that of an object fresh from the factory, the youthful bloom of new books, which lasts until the dust jacket begins to yellow, until a veil of smog settles on the top edge, until the binding becomes dog-eared, in the rapid autumn of libraries" (6).
And,
"Long novels written today are perhaps a contradiction: the dimension of time has been shattered, we cannot love or think except in fragments of time each of which goes off along its own trajectory and immediately disappears" (8).
I'm a little in love with that line about "the rapid autumn of libraries." It's just...hee! Shiny.
Other than that, I've been working on my exploratory narrative all day. Woo. Should start on my opera/myth paper, but probably not until after work.
Continuing slowly with BSG. Just watched 2x04. Kind of like a punch in the gut.
