The Monday that was Tuesday
Back in the office today after a nice long weekend. Not a whole lot in terms of exciting adventures minus a library crawl that finally netted an unabridged recording of Othello, a tango class where the giro has finally meshed for us, Russian homework, some photo editing (a few results can be found on my flickr page), some online chatting with people way too far away and lots of Diablo playing. The latter is turning into something of a habit for bank holiday weekends. Oh and impromptu cinnamon rolls baked by raayat using my family recipe.
Next weekend will be the exciting one as we set off for someplace fun for R's birthday (he still doesn't know yet, will tell him Thursday). This week is the same old thing with tango on Thursday and hopefully lots more photo editing and some tavel log posting. The ENO's production of of Satyagraha finished last week, so we missed out, sadly. And of course it seems that this weekend is THE WEEKEND for any number of cool things going on in London (Burlesque Festival, Eurovision parties, a really interesting walk with our Rambler's group)
Some interesting changes are afoot at work, but I'll do a dedicated post about that later on.
In girly land, I have abandoned the search for a tinted moisturiser as all cosmetics companies seem to be of the opinion that the natural colouring of the human female is burnt orange. Seeing as how I have never been a Longhorns' fan, this is more than mildly displeasing. I have, however, found a supplier in the UK for bare escentuals, and have clued into said rarity by charging an arm and leg. The research into other brands has revealed some ok alternatives colour-wise, but nothing quite as good of a match that also stays put all day. I'll probably eventually capitulate and pay the outrageous sum for my tried and true.
I did finish An Equal Music over the weekend as well and feel rather conflicted about it. The prose is fabulous - dreamy and rich, if rather melancholy (this is not the book to read if one is prone to depression). Most of the side characters are entirely believable and add strength to the story. The main character is a whiny brat and needs to be slapped upside the head, and I think that's what ruined it for me, ultimately, becuase everything else about the story is really wonderful. The real kicker was the soundtrack that goes with the book. Some amazing music that may just have endeared Schubert to me for the long haul. We'll see.
I'm still reading Treason's Harbour and am struggling a bit. The story is much more drawn out than The Ionian Mission, which makes it harder to get through in one go.
I think that's more or less everything. . .any burning questions out there in reader land? *positive vibes* for everyone taking finals this week.
Next weekend will be the exciting one as we set off for someplace fun for R's birthday (he still doesn't know yet, will tell him Thursday). This week is the same old thing with tango on Thursday and hopefully lots more photo editing and some tavel log posting. The ENO's production of of Satyagraha finished last week, so we missed out, sadly. And of course it seems that this weekend is THE WEEKEND for any number of cool things going on in London (Burlesque Festival, Eurovision parties, a really interesting walk with our Rambler's group)
Some interesting changes are afoot at work, but I'll do a dedicated post about that later on.
In girly land, I have abandoned the search for a tinted moisturiser as all cosmetics companies seem to be of the opinion that the natural colouring of the human female is burnt orange. Seeing as how I have never been a Longhorns' fan, this is more than mildly displeasing. I have, however, found a supplier in the UK for bare escentuals, and have clued into said rarity by charging an arm and leg. The research into other brands has revealed some ok alternatives colour-wise, but nothing quite as good of a match that also stays put all day. I'll probably eventually capitulate and pay the outrageous sum for my tried and true.
I did finish An Equal Music over the weekend as well and feel rather conflicted about it. The prose is fabulous - dreamy and rich, if rather melancholy (this is not the book to read if one is prone to depression). Most of the side characters are entirely believable and add strength to the story. The main character is a whiny brat and needs to be slapped upside the head, and I think that's what ruined it for me, ultimately, becuase everything else about the story is really wonderful. The real kicker was the soundtrack that goes with the book. Some amazing music that may just have endeared Schubert to me for the long haul. We'll see.
I'm still reading Treason's Harbour and am struggling a bit. The story is much more drawn out than The Ionian Mission, which makes it harder to get through in one go.
I think that's more or less everything. . .any burning questions out there in reader land? *positive vibes* for everyone taking finals this week.