random, I guess
Tomorrow I postpone my dying computer's life (replace the battery, because I need the computer for my class and I can stretch it to half an hour life - there are few plugs in the room - but doing the things I'll need to do in class with the book software, which isn't required to do while in class precisely as long as you pay attention and jazz, but which I would prefer, instead of after class, will take a lot more battery power and ability to see the screen and will pull it down to 20 or 15 minutes. Admittedly part of my 'preferring' is because last time I was astoundingly bored, but...so it was. It was the intro class, I have more of a background in this than some people do because of circumstances, and it is three hours long).
So okay. Computer. The new macbooks are still so pretty. xp Somehow I doubt they will stop being pretty.
I would love to know, however, why I have no internet sound. I already restarted my browser but I guess I'll do it again.
I'd also love to know why after months of trying, Firefox crashes every time I try to bring it up. I can't use it at all - can't even uninstall and set it up. I do not know. I am going to spend a day figuring it out - I've mostly been lazy and catching up on sleep instead of working on re-fixing this computer - but meh. And why my Chinese PRC (that's what it's called, I know simplified is written many places besides the PRC) typing is finicky and why the traditional Chinese typing application I technically have does not work (though I'm not alone in that, at least, I think it just doesn't really work).
*calm breath*
A ridiculous bass just drove by my house.
I found a book of Ursula LeGuin's from 1977 in my university library the other day. It is very short and very quick a read, it is not skiffy or fantasy but it does have to do tangentially with science, music, and psychology (I read Language of the Night, a book of her essays about skiffy and fantasy, several weeks ago, and, well...I prefer reading her essays from before she fell in love with Jungian thought, myself). It's odd! It's not bad, of course, but it's...odd. It reminds me of the books I used to find in my elementary school library that I didn't know, the ones that weren't fantasy - I don't know how else to describe them, although there are descriptors in plenty. I have fond memories of them and some of them are very cliched and others just very bizarre. This one is about - well, partially, your general 'it's okay to be weird' and I can be down with that. ;)
I can see that it's hers - but not as clearly. I don't know, it was odd. And surprising - a very tiny, beat-up copy in the Juvenile Section of the grad. It's called Very Far Away From Everything Else (and the capitalization of "From" is not a mistake on my part, it's on the cover of the book. If you wondered. I would have wondered). Anyone else ever seen it?
I own The Telling but haven't read it. To be perfectly honest, I've begun it but it's not...well, it's not anything else of hers, because it simply isn't, but what I technically mean is that it isn't The Left Hand of Darkness and it isn't The Lathe of Heaven. I will eventually, though, and I've been meaning to reread all of Earthsea, and Gifts also, for various reasons, so - I will think about it.
It's not lack of books that is making me bored this summer so far - but that's another set of thoughts. I'll live. (I can't find a job I can take slash one that will hire me for fewer than two months, so...yeah! Obviously.)
I have a line of bitterness, but I'll keep that to myself, I guess. Mreh. Anyway, for now I think I will return to The Homeward Bounders (I bet I've checked this copy out from the library more times than anyone else ever. I own a copy, somewhere, but I haven't been able to find it for at least six years. There's a whole set of books I know I owned that I can't find since I've been at college, which I do not think is unrelated to the fact that I can't find them, but again, will live). Which is really special. *muses* (And the other book I have propped open in my room, because it looks excellent but I'm not in the mood for it now.)
I am still on a terrible schedule but maybe it's no longer the worst schedule ever. So hey.
So okay. Computer. The new macbooks are still so pretty. xp Somehow I doubt they will stop being pretty.
I would love to know, however, why I have no internet sound. I already restarted my browser but I guess I'll do it again.
I'd also love to know why after months of trying, Firefox crashes every time I try to bring it up. I can't use it at all - can't even uninstall and set it up. I do not know. I am going to spend a day figuring it out - I've mostly been lazy and catching up on sleep instead of working on re-fixing this computer - but meh. And why my Chinese PRC (that's what it's called, I know simplified is written many places besides the PRC) typing is finicky and why the traditional Chinese typing application I technically have does not work (though I'm not alone in that, at least, I think it just doesn't really work).
*calm breath*
A ridiculous bass just drove by my house.
I found a book of Ursula LeGuin's from 1977 in my university library the other day. It is very short and very quick a read, it is not skiffy or fantasy but it does have to do tangentially with science, music, and psychology (I read Language of the Night, a book of her essays about skiffy and fantasy, several weeks ago, and, well...I prefer reading her essays from before she fell in love with Jungian thought, myself). It's odd! It's not bad, of course, but it's...odd. It reminds me of the books I used to find in my elementary school library that I didn't know, the ones that weren't fantasy - I don't know how else to describe them, although there are descriptors in plenty. I have fond memories of them and some of them are very cliched and others just very bizarre. This one is about - well, partially, your general 'it's okay to be weird' and I can be down with that. ;)
I can see that it's hers - but not as clearly. I don't know, it was odd. And surprising - a very tiny, beat-up copy in the Juvenile Section of the grad. It's called Very Far Away From Everything Else (and the capitalization of "From" is not a mistake on my part, it's on the cover of the book. If you wondered. I would have wondered). Anyone else ever seen it?
I own The Telling but haven't read it. To be perfectly honest, I've begun it but it's not...well, it's not anything else of hers, because it simply isn't, but what I technically mean is that it isn't The Left Hand of Darkness and it isn't The Lathe of Heaven. I will eventually, though, and I've been meaning to reread all of Earthsea, and Gifts also, for various reasons, so - I will think about it.
It's not lack of books that is making me bored this summer so far - but that's another set of thoughts. I'll live. (I can't find a job I can take slash one that will hire me for fewer than two months, so...yeah! Obviously.)
I have a line of bitterness, but I'll keep that to myself, I guess. Mreh. Anyway, for now I think I will return to The Homeward Bounders (I bet I've checked this copy out from the library more times than anyone else ever. I own a copy, somewhere, but I haven't been able to find it for at least six years. There's a whole set of books I know I owned that I can't find since I've been at college, which I do not think is unrelated to the fact that I can't find them, but again, will live). Which is really special. *muses* (And the other book I have propped open in my room, because it looks excellent but I'm not in the mood for it now.)
I am still on a terrible schedule but maybe it's no longer the worst schedule ever. So hey.