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electriclandPretty good weekend.
Jen is studying for her CFA designation, a process that will take three years assuming she passes every exam the first time (not everyone does). This currently involves a foot-high stack of textbooks (they came with a set of postcards to send to your friends and family to explain why you haven't been around lately) which contain a lot of math. e has made an appearance. So has ln (helpful for calculating the value of exponents). So have a bunch of fractions. I'm intrigued by the extent to which mathematical operations that are now purely instinctive to me are not to Jen -- it's probably because I've done so very many more of them in my day.
Ornament project continues.
We have back steps! And the structure is partly waterproofed, although not all the way yet. Still. It's progress. I did a bit of clearing up, which amounted to taking all the extraneous crap that had accumulated in my entrance hall and hauling it upstairs. It is currently cluttering up the second floor hallway. Oh, and I brought my desk down to the basement, a mere month or so after taking it to bits. Next I will start putting my drifts of random crap into piles, and then I will either put the piles into boxes or throw them out.
Ushed for my mum's choir's Remembrance Day concert on Saturday -- it was lovely, although we had a minor casualty (old gent fell and barked his shin and cut the bridge of his nose, but not seriously).
Books read this week:
Dzur, Steven Brust. I need to go back and reread Issola, also probably all the other Vlad Taltos novels. Also eat some Hungarian food. OMG. Do not read this book on an empty stomach, because every chapter starts with part of an incredible multi-course meal at Valabar's.
Two of a Kind, Rosemary Edghill.
Death at the Bar, Ngaio Marsh.
Gifts, Ursula K. Le Guin.
The Yiddish Policemen's Union, Michael Chabon. I get the Michael-Chabon-love now. I was lent The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay when I was in hospital but failed to get into it -- I was distracted. This one, I adored. Alaskan Jewish alternate-present noir? It doesn't get better than that.
Beige, Cecil Castellucci. Which I finished and then promptly read a second time. It was that good.
Jen is studying for her CFA designation, a process that will take three years assuming she passes every exam the first time (not everyone does). This currently involves a foot-high stack of textbooks (they came with a set of postcards to send to your friends and family to explain why you haven't been around lately) which contain a lot of math. e has made an appearance. So has ln (helpful for calculating the value of exponents). So have a bunch of fractions. I'm intrigued by the extent to which mathematical operations that are now purely instinctive to me are not to Jen -- it's probably because I've done so very many more of them in my day.
Ornament project continues.
We have back steps! And the structure is partly waterproofed, although not all the way yet. Still. It's progress. I did a bit of clearing up, which amounted to taking all the extraneous crap that had accumulated in my entrance hall and hauling it upstairs. It is currently cluttering up the second floor hallway. Oh, and I brought my desk down to the basement, a mere month or so after taking it to bits. Next I will start putting my drifts of random crap into piles, and then I will either put the piles into boxes or throw them out.
Ushed for my mum's choir's Remembrance Day concert on Saturday -- it was lovely, although we had a minor casualty (old gent fell and barked his shin and cut the bridge of his nose, but not seriously).
Books read this week:
Dzur, Steven Brust. I need to go back and reread Issola, also probably all the other Vlad Taltos novels. Also eat some Hungarian food. OMG. Do not read this book on an empty stomach, because every chapter starts with part of an incredible multi-course meal at Valabar's.
Two of a Kind, Rosemary Edghill.
Death at the Bar, Ngaio Marsh.
Gifts, Ursula K. Le Guin.
The Yiddish Policemen's Union, Michael Chabon. I get the Michael-Chabon-love now. I was lent The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay when I was in hospital but failed to get into it -- I was distracted. This one, I adored. Alaskan Jewish alternate-present noir? It doesn't get better than that.
Beige, Cecil Castellucci. Which I finished and then promptly read a second time. It was that good.
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Date: 2007-11-16 01:20 am (UTC)