12.16.2011

Killing Off Lovebirds and other stories

'Tis the season to... not talk about what I've been up to all week, because too many people I've been putting together presents for read this blog. :)

Suffice it to say that I've thought about almost nothing but Christmas prep this week, and now face this blog-post with an oddly disoriented feeling. Friday, is it? I didn't get around to posting on Tuesday, did I? What else have I not gotten done? Hmm.

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Reading can be done even with sapped mental powers, so I'm now halfway through Anna Karenina. And I'm nervous. Somehow or other I do know how this ends for Anna, but hers isn't the only plot thread and it scares me silly when two people get really, really happily married halfway through a Russian novel. I'm not sure I trust Tolstoy not to kill one of them off.

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Writers' link of the week: Shannon Hale on biting off more than you can chew. Despite not having four children and the attendant chaos, I know exactly what she means about "attempting to write a book that's too hard for me." I appreciate her spirit in tackling that task.

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Music of the week: this glass harp duo has been around for a while, but I still find them impressive. And it's hard not to appreciate a little Tchaikovsky, even if it is overplayed this time of year.



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Random amusement of the week, because it's getting harder to guarantee funny... though this is funny: the blog It Just Gets Stranger. I particularly recommend Snuggie Texts and Technology.

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The cat just cuddled down on my lap, and I was about to get up for lunch. Dilemma.

Happy weekend, everybody!

2 comments:

  1. No dilemma at all. You just sit patiently until the cat deigns to leave your lap. That's why you have a Kindle, so that you have several hundred books to read until the cat needs to do other important cat stuff. :)

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  2. Haha, George. Unfortunately for Maia, the housewifely duties of cleaning house had to be done after lunch, and that trumped feline rights. :P

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