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A modest observation

I can easily resist pretty much any temptation, unless it's something I like.


Atoms are for chocolate

After four months in my new apartment, I thought it'd be a good idea to take the piles of books stacked against the walls and re-order them alphabetically.

It wasn't. My 8pm self is a sadistic trickster, that's what he is.

Now there's a n-1 relationship between alphabet letters and book piles, by author, although each pile isn't sorted, and a topical order would be much more useful (and take a damn lot of time).

Objects without identification+location chips somewhere in them (so I could keep them unsorted, but find anything quickly anyway) are evil and wrong and part of the resistentialist conspiracy.


Highlights of the week: I did boring work I'm unsuited for, work that I'm suited for but is still boring, and, depressingly, nothing else. I blame the brain weasels.

Details and so on under the cut.Collapse )

Two things I did today

  • Finished re-watching Sanctuary, mostly on fallacious grounds that I was watching it more often than I had scheduled for anyway. In conclusion, and as a lifelong Bruce Wayne fan: Helen Magnus is the grown-up Bruce Wayne.

  • Went to the Enrique Larreta Museum of Spanish Art, a very beautiful old house with mostly 16th/17th century Spanish art, and usually beautiful gardens. My idea was to idle around for a couple of hours, reading, but the gardens were so ill-tended that the frog calling and insect buzzing reminded me of The Colour Out of the Sky, and I left the place after half an hour for A/C and a panini.


Mini-review to follow at some point, as usual (note to self: the jackpot is a very interesting concept). Just wanted to leave myself a reminder of that peculiar feeling when you're reading a book across many days, different things getting in the way, so you can never advance much, until you cross some sort of combined threshold of frustration and progress, drop everything else you should be doing, and just sit with it until you finish regardless of how long it takes.

It's a pretty common experience, I think, and not necessarily far from other, less mild forms of compulsive behavior, but at some level I really wish I could set up my life so I could always pick up a book knowing that I need not put it down unless I wanted to (or I fell asleep, or, you know, just fell --- there are already too many restrictions of the sort, and somehow we keep adding more).


Status: Mostly moved in!

There's still stuff to do, and I haven't had yet the opportunity to just sit and enjoy it, but I officially moved today into my new apartment. Other than lack of space for a giant animatronic dinosaur, I'm happy with it.


Thinking of Tim and Cass today

Not sure why.

(Although I am gradually switching off my antidepressants as part of an experiment with my therapist(s), and the last time I was fully off-meds, Robin was a short overenthusiastic nerd who stalked Dick Grayson, and Batgirl was this slight wisp of a girl who hadn't been taught to read and could beat the crap out of Batman hand to hand. It feels too simplistic to say "cause and effect", but in any case I don't mind. I still love those two lethally overcompetent dorks to death.)


* Batman #689 is love. Mind you, I'm still waiting for Bruce to show up in a few months or a year, but Dick is doing a great job. In a couple of panels Dick (cowl-less) was drawn a bit like early!Batman Bruce, which I think was a nice touch.

* If you like CS, this interview about the Google File System is quite interesting. If you like (mathematical) physics, this article is very cool; bits about graphene, but also quite enlightening about QM in general.

* A historical moment: I archived my old handmade RSS reader (which I have been working on for, gods of the depth, more than ten years), and switched to Google Reader. RSS reading is no longer a competitive advantage anyway. Time to move on.


Dammit, brain!

Moleskine notebooks don't make you more creative. Moleskine notebooks are stupidly expensive notebooks. Moleskine notebooks are just a way to say 'well, yes, I am a writer.' I don't need a Moleskine notebook.

I want a Moleskine notebook.


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