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Another Quickie

It’s been a hectic few weeks here. There’s been knitting, but no finished objects to show. I read another Lynley novel and started on my non-fiction book project. I think I’ll go in order by subject, starting with religion (currently just a weensy bit into The Incredible Shrinking Son of Man). I intended to spend this Friday evening with the lights down low working through some restorative yoga poses to end my week calmly and feel refreshed for my weekend. Instead I opted for superhero cartoons and a martini.

Here, have a picture of the only way I could think to make 6 inches of black ribbing look interesting:

 

I love my martini glasses. And olives. I really love olives.

And with that and a promise to be back with a real post soon, I leave you.

 

Limbo

So, last October I decided to start working my way through all my unread books shelf by shelf. At the time shelf one was in the following condition:

  1. Flatland by Edwin A Abbott
  2. The Ultimate Hitchhiker’s Guide by Douglas Adams
  3. Watership Down by Richard Adams (read)
  4. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott (read)
  5. Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood
  6. Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood
  7. The Complete Novels of Jane Austen (partially read)

Here’s what’s happened since then:

Books Read So Far: 10 – all 5 in Hitchhiker’s Guide…, Wilderness, Early Autumn, Pastime, The Judas Goat (all 4 by Robert B Parker), In The Presence Of The Enemy by Elizabeth George

Books Acquired: 6 or so (Spensers, Lynleys, and some from my wishlist, all obtained through bookmooch)

Progress On Shelf 1: Yes. Well. About that. Flatland was a big no-thank-you. Hitchhiker’s Guide… was pretty great, though (and I might have just been getting bored with the series) it seemed to kind of fall apart at the end of book 5. Like he knew how it would end but got sick of writing it so he just sketched out the important points quickly and called it done. I started Cat’s Eye and it was very good but I hated my childhood and my entire time in school enough that I feel I earned the right to choose not to read about such things if I don’t want to now that I’m an adultandmakemyowndecisionsdamnit. The same way I refuse to watch Freaks and Geeks or Glee, no matter how good I hear they are, simply because they are about high school, but I do eat ice cream for breakfast any time the mood strikes because being 30 is awesome. So, I think that one’s going back in the bookmooch pool. I thought about Alias Grace or some of the unread Austens, but the only fiction I’m feeling lately is detective/murder mystery stuff. I’m into the intellectual challenge right now. I think if I really want to make progress on the book project I’m going to have to skip ahead to non-fiction. More to come.

The knitting is stagnating a bit at present as well.

Yes, that is a pair of mittens that only needs a single thumb in order to be wearable and a definite improvement on my current 2-year-old pair of disintegrating flip-tops. Why do you ask?

I want all of these done but I don’t want to finish them. I want to knit a sweater but, with almost 300 stitches to cast on, I really don’t want to just jump in without a reliable gauge swatch (that little red sliver of fabric in the back). With fingering weight yarn on 2.5 mm needles, though, the gauge swatch is going to take enough time to be considered a project on its own.

And, also, I’ve just been exhausted this week. I declared this weekend to be one for hardcore relaxation, but so far I have not had a spa treatment, aromatherapy, or deep tissue massage. I have had a shoulder rub, a bit of a lie-in, and a couple of beers, though, so that’s a start. Must find some way to relax hardcore tomorrow. Hrm…

Turns Out I Lied When I Said I Was Going To Read Flatland

The last time I tried to read Flatland was 8, maybe 10 years ago. I found the concept intriguing but goddamn was the execution boring. I think that copy went into the 3 or 4 boxes I gave to the library before I moved cross-country. Dan & I  picked up another copy for 50 cents at a library book sale (different library) a few years ago. Dan wasn’t familiar with it, thought it sounded interesting, and I’d managed to suppress how boring I found it. It went on the shelf and hadn’t been disturbed by either of us until I pulled it down last week.

This time through, I could handle the boredom but ohmygod the sexism started in the introduction! Apparently the author wrote this book for “all students” so that “boys” would have something interesting to read. So…yeah, I guess this wasn’t intended for me anyway. I got about 3 pages in and learned how, even in a world inhabited entirely by 2-dimensional shapes where you don’t even know what shape anyone is because all you ever see of a person is a line segment, women are still weak and need protecting and sheltering from the rain and all that fun stuff. So, ok, no third chances from me. This book doesn’t even deserve to be put in the freezer. I just plain threw it across the room and grabbed The Ultimate Hitchhiker’s Guide instead. Trillian doesn’t seem to have much going on, but she hasn’t twisted an ankle or broken a nail yet, so she’s fine by me.

Why do we do this with books? Or is it just me? Sometimes I just keep trying, even when I know it’s wrong. When I read The Mysteries of Pittsburgh I put it down for a while around page 100 because I just wasn’t feeling it. I picked it up again a few weeks later and once I hit, like, page 102 I could not stop reading it. I think sometimes I give a book more chances than it deserves because I’m always expecting The Mysteries of Pittsburgh even though I should know better. What purpose does this serve?

But anyway. In knitting news, today I cleaned out one of my knitting baskets and found this:

bigmess

I was able to extract Jim Baktus but I fear for my poor Laminaria’s life. I really don’t want to have to start again. I got the shawl itself separated, so I might just have to cut the yarn and call the big tangle a loss. I’ll have to weigh everything and see if I’ll have enough to finish if I do that, though. That’s a seriously big ball of alpaca tangled up there.

My Eye Doctor Said My Vision Is Better Because I Haven’t Been Reading A Lot

I’ve just spent the afternoon organizing the bookshelves in anticipation of starting my next big project. This has left the room around the bookshelf in a bit of a state, but that can sort itself out later.

I used to keep my unread books on one shelf and everything I’d read organized on another. I used to live alone and go to the library a lot and not be too bothered by great stacks of books towering over the furniture, though.  These days the amount of books in the house and the cat that loves to chew paper make bookshelves a necessity, and the size of this apartment means no separate shelving for the unread books. Which all means I have a lot of books I haven’t read, mostly because I keep forgetting they’re there. So, similar to this year’s goal of turning some of my sock yarn from collectibles into socks, I’m going to take a year and see how many of my unread books I can get through. With the exception of the Spenser novel I started last night, I’m starting here:

bookshelf1

My plan is to work my way clockwise around the apartment. I’m giving myself veto power, of course. I’m probably going to skip anthologies, since those are meant to be browsed and I have browsed most of them already. If I see anything of Dan’s I particularly don’t want to read, I’ll skip it. If I see anything I’ve bought but no longer particularly want to read, I’ll list it on bookmooch.

I’m also going to avoid buying new books while working on this project, with exceptions made for requesting stuff off bookmooch. Since I’m in the middle of the Spenser series and the Inspector Lynley series, I’ll still work on collecting those, and if anything off my bookmooch wishlist comes up, I’ll grab that too.

So, it’s fiction to start with, and on that first shelf (after the anthologies) we have these:

  1. Flatland by Edwin A Abbott
  2. The Ultimate Hitchhiker’s Guide by Douglas Adams
  3. Watership Down by Richard Adams (read)
  4. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott (read)
  5. Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood
  6. Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood
  7. The Complete Novels of Jane Austen (partially read)

Looks like Flatland and I are finally going to get acquainted.