When in doubt, RBOC:
- The flu is a pernicious thing. It zapped me over the holidays and I'm still dragging around. Some people around here think I stay inside too much. It's the flu, I tell you, the flu, not fear of -30 weather or sloth. The flu.
- Why oh why are people seduced by Flash?
- I seem to have come down with a slight case of compulsive behaviour. First it was cataloging the books (just over 1900, and, no, I don't really think that's a lot of books). Then it was Weffriddles which passed quickly. Next up: editing Wikipedia pages. And now, God help me, Second Life looks interesting.
- Inquiring minds want to know: Why does anyone want to be a dental hygienist?
On the reading front
- McCarthy's The Road was gruesome what with the roasted baby and the basement full of "provisions" and I haven't read enough apocalyptic science fiction to place it in the range of pessimistic and dire warnings. The ending disappoints in the same way that the end of Beasts of No Nation disappoints. McCarthy's prose is interesting tho--both spare and lyrical. I've not read anything else of his but I can see that I probably should.
- Sangster's history of women in Canadian Leftist politics was another one of those books that are alternately very interesting since the cover topics I'm dreadfully ignorant about and very frustrating because they're surveys. I'm still curious about Annie Buller and more curious about Beckie Buhay, who was, it turns out, Tom McEwen's common-law wife in the early 30s. Then there's Gladys MacDonald, who spent a year in the Battleford Jail for her newspaper work and once released she was interned in the Kingston Penn for being a Communist.
- I'm reading other things in a desultory fashion. Not much seems compelling enough to spend large chunks of time on it. That'll change I hope cause grasshopper brain gets tiring after a while.
One last thing: why do people dislike the bagpipes? How could you sit still to something like this.
Heather
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