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It's not really warranted for me to whine about the flu I've got: yeah, I've spent a few days running a low fever and sleeping a billion hours a day, but I've got the sick days and can take them this week without causing major problems, and it could be way worse than a low fever and some general bleh. But I've been whining a little all the same. Anyway, I'm on the mend and the doctor has cleared me for the trip to Texas I was planning to take this weekend, so huzzah! (I wasn't really worried about my fitness for travel, but I was worried about being a flu-ridden plague-bearer blighting airports. The doctor told me to sleep a lot today and wash my hands a lot and I should be fine. Can do.)
On the bright side, aside from making the cats really happy that they've had three days of a human pillow all day long, it's been an excellent excuse for me to loll around reading or rereading fluff. Mary Stewart's This Rough Magic? WELL IF YOU INSIST. MCA Hogarth's id-candy-for-me Mindhealers duology? OH SURE. The most ambitious I've been is in continuing to read the 18th century science fiction novella I got from Project Gutenberg, and that's easier going than you might think because it's HILARIOUS. At least to me.
It's called, marvelously, Relation d'un voyage du Pole Arctique au Pole Antarctique par le centre du monde, or The Account of a Voyage from the Arctic Pole to the Antarctic Pole Through the Center of the World. It's from 1723. The author is anonymous. The spelling is mostly the same, with occasional archaicisms -- "temps" is consistently "tems," but "savoir" is sometimes that and sometimes "sçavoir" and I have no idea if that's a typo or a period thing or what. Words are randomly Capitalized all over the place. Most of the chapters are only a handful of sentences long, by which I mean that the chapters are only a few pages long but the sentences are massive comma-spliced run-ons going on FOREVER. So far our narrator (nameless) and all of his companions (ditto) have set sail from Amsterdam, been blown astray in a storm, ended up sucked into the giant whirlpool that ALL OLD SAILORS KNOW spins perpetually under the Arctic ice cap, fainted dead away, found themselves in a becalmed mid-planet sea containing warm breezes and cold water and a mountainous island composed entirely of ice floes stuck together, and met giant birds and giant white bears and a giant poisonous toad. Apparently the theme of the center of the world is Giant. It has occasional illustrations, but they all look like flowers stuck together into abstract shapes and I'm not entirely sure what they're meant to signify. The whole thing is only 44 pages long, which means probably about 60 sentences long, the way this guy goes. I'm enjoying myself enormously.
This is an entry without much point, but I'm trying to get back in the habit of posting, uh, ever, instead of just thinking about all the posts I've been meaning to make and not making. What've you guys been reading recently?
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On the bright side, aside from making the cats really happy that they've had three days of a human pillow all day long, it's been an excellent excuse for me to loll around reading or rereading fluff. Mary Stewart's This Rough Magic? WELL IF YOU INSIST. MCA Hogarth's id-candy-for-me Mindhealers duology? OH SURE. The most ambitious I've been is in continuing to read the 18th century science fiction novella I got from Project Gutenberg, and that's easier going than you might think because it's HILARIOUS. At least to me.
It's called, marvelously, Relation d'un voyage du Pole Arctique au Pole Antarctique par le centre du monde, or The Account of a Voyage from the Arctic Pole to the Antarctic Pole Through the Center of the World. It's from 1723. The author is anonymous. The spelling is mostly the same, with occasional archaicisms -- "temps" is consistently "tems," but "savoir" is sometimes that and sometimes "sçavoir" and I have no idea if that's a typo or a period thing or what. Words are randomly Capitalized all over the place. Most of the chapters are only a handful of sentences long, by which I mean that the chapters are only a few pages long but the sentences are massive comma-spliced run-ons going on FOREVER. So far our narrator (nameless) and all of his companions (ditto) have set sail from Amsterdam, been blown astray in a storm, ended up sucked into the giant whirlpool that ALL OLD SAILORS KNOW spins perpetually under the Arctic ice cap, fainted dead away, found themselves in a becalmed mid-planet sea containing warm breezes and cold water and a mountainous island composed entirely of ice floes stuck together, and met giant birds and giant white bears and a giant poisonous toad. Apparently the theme of the center of the world is Giant. It has occasional illustrations, but they all look like flowers stuck together into abstract shapes and I'm not entirely sure what they're meant to signify. The whole thing is only 44 pages long, which means probably about 60 sentences long, the way this guy goes. I'm enjoying myself enormously.
This is an entry without much point, but I'm trying to get back in the habit of posting, uh, ever, instead of just thinking about all the posts I've been meaning to make and not making. What've you guys been reading recently?
This entry is also posted at http://genarti.dreamwidth.org/165349.html. You can comment on LJ or DW, whichever you like.
comments at DW.