Things To Do In Denver When You're Up
After a rousing round of late-night television (most of which comes across the Guide as "Paid Programming", e.g. informercials), I find myself wide awake with a journal that has not seen a post in some time.
Got a temp job running an industrial floor scrubber (think driving a Zamboni on concrete down long narrow hallways) in a foundry. Miserable job, poor pay, third shift. But it's money, I guess, and I've only a week left. Fifteen days down, five to go.
I wasn't able to make it to Luke and Kate's wedding, which saddened me greatly. Dominus vobiscum, both of you.
Current word count for Senior Project: 0. Weekends and the night shift have left me with long hours, but I still have that ultimately intimidating blank sheet of paper staring me in the face. I think maybe I've got it worked out, but the structure of the story itself needs more uncovering. My goal is ten typewritten pages by the time school starts.
Current novel word count: 0. Senior Project has, ironically enough, taken precedence. This one is better-formed than Senior Project, but it's also much, much bigger.
Finished Sergei Lukyaneko's Night Watch. The translation from the Russian is a little awkward (who was the last Russian author to be translated in any volume? Dostoevsky?), but it remains an interesting meditation on the nature of Light and Dark. I'd recommend it to anyone who's interested in some fairly light reading about magic and also Russia.
Next on the list: Hope Mirrlees's Lud-in-the-Mist and John Milton's Paradise Lost. The former is charming but occasionally incomprehensible even for me (it was published in the thirties, and uses words from time to time that leave me utterly in the dark). Paradise Lost I picked up through interlibrary loan; I've only gotten through the first section of it, but it is gorgeous. Phillip Pullman, who edited the text I've got and wrote His Dark Materials, recommended reading it aloud, and it really does lend quite a bit to the text. Meant to be read with coffee or tea, possibly beside a roaring fire.
Got a temp job running an industrial floor scrubber (think driving a Zamboni on concrete down long narrow hallways) in a foundry. Miserable job, poor pay, third shift. But it's money, I guess, and I've only a week left. Fifteen days down, five to go.
I wasn't able to make it to Luke and Kate's wedding, which saddened me greatly. Dominus vobiscum, both of you.
Current word count for Senior Project: 0. Weekends and the night shift have left me with long hours, but I still have that ultimately intimidating blank sheet of paper staring me in the face. I think maybe I've got it worked out, but the structure of the story itself needs more uncovering. My goal is ten typewritten pages by the time school starts.
Current novel word count: 0. Senior Project has, ironically enough, taken precedence. This one is better-formed than Senior Project, but it's also much, much bigger.
Finished Sergei Lukyaneko's Night Watch. The translation from the Russian is a little awkward (who was the last Russian author to be translated in any volume? Dostoevsky?), but it remains an interesting meditation on the nature of Light and Dark. I'd recommend it to anyone who's interested in some fairly light reading about magic and also Russia.
Next on the list: Hope Mirrlees's Lud-in-the-Mist and John Milton's Paradise Lost. The former is charming but occasionally incomprehensible even for me (it was published in the thirties, and uses words from time to time that leave me utterly in the dark). Paradise Lost I picked up through interlibrary loan; I've only gotten through the first section of it, but it is gorgeous. Phillip Pullman, who edited the text I've got and wrote His Dark Materials, recommended reading it aloud, and it really does lend quite a bit to the text. Meant to be read with coffee or tea, possibly beside a roaring fire.