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dchenesI went for a fairly long walk on Friday and got home five minutes before it started pouring. And now I know what they're doing in the river; they're rebuilding a dam that apparently used to be there. I went for a walk down along the river trails and saw at least two families of Canada geese (complete with greyish yellow fuzzball goslings, which are getting big enough to start sprouting actual feathers one of these days).
On Saturday morning I got up, discovered the temperature had dropped about twenty degrees, shut all the windows and went out to do errands. One of the other things I did on my walk on Friday was scope out the public library and the jewelry store, and on Saturday I went and got my watchband replaced and went to the library and got out books to read for the hell of it. Before they'd let me take anything out, I wound up having to prove that yes, I did too pay for the audio book I lost at Thanksgiving, but that wasn't too hard. Apparently somebody never put that fact in the computer, but they had their copy of the receipt they gave me, so that was that.
I decided to go home the long way, more or less, and since that led me past the local coffee shop, I indulged myself a little. I got into a conversation with the guy at the counter about books; he was having a hard time with the idea that I, as a student, would want to do more reading than I had to. I told him that what I was carrying around was all reading for pleasure and that it probably wouldn't last me until Tuesday, and he was rather surprised. That's what I get for teaching myself to read at the age of 3, I guess.
Anyway, following the errands, I came home again, and proceeded to leap into my newly borrowed books.
I got through The Accusers by Lindsey Davis before I went to bed last night. It's the latest in a series of mystery novels set in ancient Rome, and the only one in that series that I don't own. Since the author is British, the books come out in hardcover in the UK, wait a year, come out in paperback in the UK and hardcover in the US, and then come out in paperback in the US. Which is a pain in the neck if I've just read the American hardcover version and want to know what happens in the next book, because I have to wait two years to find out.
After that, I started Winner of the National Book Award by Jincy Willett. I wouldn't have picked that up on my own, but we were given Chapter 4 as part of our midterm exam in Literary & Cultural Translation, and I wanted to see what the rest of the book was like. So I read it, and satisfied my curiosity, and decided I don't really need to read it again, or read anything else by the same author. Chapter 4 by itself is pretty amusing, and from a translator's point of view it's a nightmare (which is why it made a good theoretical midterm exam), but the rest of the book is about people I don't even care enough about to actively dislike.
The book I haven't started yet is Conquistador by S.M. Stirling. He plays with history. I've read The Peshawar Lancers, and liked that, so I thought I'd try another one of his.
I found another couple of jobs to apply for, neither of which I'm going to get, because they're university full-time secretarial jobs. I figure it won't hurt to try, though, and maybe sooner or later the HR department will get so tired of me showing up on their doorstep with position application forms that they'll give me a job just to get me to go away. I've applied for at least three jobs through them since last August.
When I get a job and can afford it, I need a haircut. I think it'll be the last time I get the streak redone, because I'm only going to get greyer, and it's going to start looking ridiculous, and I don't want it to get that far. I'm debating whether I want to just have my whole head dyed a bit redder when I get rid of the streak, and then grow that out. My hair has enough red in it already to make that one of the less jarring color changes I could make. The other option is just to have the streak dyed back to match everything else, and leave the rest of my hair alone. (If I were in Boston, I'd just go to Michael's and ask them what they thought, but I trust them more than I trust the place I went to out here.)
Why yes, I am vain about my hair, why do you ask?
On Saturday morning I got up, discovered the temperature had dropped about twenty degrees, shut all the windows and went out to do errands. One of the other things I did on my walk on Friday was scope out the public library and the jewelry store, and on Saturday I went and got my watchband replaced and went to the library and got out books to read for the hell of it. Before they'd let me take anything out, I wound up having to prove that yes, I did too pay for the audio book I lost at Thanksgiving, but that wasn't too hard. Apparently somebody never put that fact in the computer, but they had their copy of the receipt they gave me, so that was that.
I decided to go home the long way, more or less, and since that led me past the local coffee shop, I indulged myself a little. I got into a conversation with the guy at the counter about books; he was having a hard time with the idea that I, as a student, would want to do more reading than I had to. I told him that what I was carrying around was all reading for pleasure and that it probably wouldn't last me until Tuesday, and he was rather surprised. That's what I get for teaching myself to read at the age of 3, I guess.
Anyway, following the errands, I came home again, and proceeded to leap into my newly borrowed books.
I got through The Accusers by Lindsey Davis before I went to bed last night. It's the latest in a series of mystery novels set in ancient Rome, and the only one in that series that I don't own. Since the author is British, the books come out in hardcover in the UK, wait a year, come out in paperback in the UK and hardcover in the US, and then come out in paperback in the US. Which is a pain in the neck if I've just read the American hardcover version and want to know what happens in the next book, because I have to wait two years to find out.
After that, I started Winner of the National Book Award by Jincy Willett. I wouldn't have picked that up on my own, but we were given Chapter 4 as part of our midterm exam in Literary & Cultural Translation, and I wanted to see what the rest of the book was like. So I read it, and satisfied my curiosity, and decided I don't really need to read it again, or read anything else by the same author. Chapter 4 by itself is pretty amusing, and from a translator's point of view it's a nightmare (which is why it made a good theoretical midterm exam), but the rest of the book is about people I don't even care enough about to actively dislike.
The book I haven't started yet is Conquistador by S.M. Stirling. He plays with history. I've read The Peshawar Lancers, and liked that, so I thought I'd try another one of his.
I found another couple of jobs to apply for, neither of which I'm going to get, because they're university full-time secretarial jobs. I figure it won't hurt to try, though, and maybe sooner or later the HR department will get so tired of me showing up on their doorstep with position application forms that they'll give me a job just to get me to go away. I've applied for at least three jobs through them since last August.
When I get a job and can afford it, I need a haircut. I think it'll be the last time I get the streak redone, because I'm only going to get greyer, and it's going to start looking ridiculous, and I don't want it to get that far. I'm debating whether I want to just have my whole head dyed a bit redder when I get rid of the streak, and then grow that out. My hair has enough red in it already to make that one of the less jarring color changes I could make. The other option is just to have the streak dyed back to match everything else, and leave the rest of my hair alone. (If I were in Boston, I'd just go to Michael's and ask them what they thought, but I trust them more than I trust the place I went to out here.)
Why yes, I am vain about my hair, why do you ask?
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Date: 2004-05-17 07:51 am (UTC)good luck on jobs!