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The NYTimes 100 Notable Books of 2007 is up, and there look to be a few interesting titles I'd not jotted down throughout the year on it. Including one by Hollins alumna Annie Dillard, which really made me smile.
I'm trying to figure out if the Hitchens and the Isaacson were this year or last, because it seems odd that they would both be missing from the nonfiction list. Particularly the Isaacson, because now that I'm digging into it, it's an engrossing read, even if some of the theoretical physics does make my eyes gloss over a bit.
Thanksgiving at work sucked worse than usual--we got cold sliced "turkey" loaf, a tiny icky salad, and some little finger cakes. One of the other girls on my crew and I had to venture out into DC to find someplace open on Thanksgiving night that sold bread so we could at least make sandwiches out of what turned out (unsurprisingly) to be not very tasty turkey. At least this morning, one of the morning crew memebers brought in a whole leftover pumpkin pie. Totally made doing the 18 hour shift worth it, because I got pie! Mmm.
Of course, I didn't work very hard last night, and I probably won't today, either, because it's a holiday and nothing's going on. DC's a ghost town, because no one comes here for holidays. If you ever want to be a tourist here, Thanksgiving is a great time to do it, because there are no crowds anywhere.
I do feel a little bad playing absentee owner to Cally, but she's in good hands. The trainer at our barn who does Advanced eventing and also did her first GP this summer is riding her for me, and based on the schooling ride I watched the other day with the two of them, will really whip her into loose-rein, happy-over-fences shape in no time. As she said, Cally's jumping because she's a good girl and I'm asking her to go over things, not because she really knows what to do with a jump. So Liza just sits there and does nothing in a way that is somehow exponentially more effective than me actually doing something, and lets her figure things out. Cally, being clever, does this quickly, which is fun. So hopefully she'll have a good report for me Sunday when I finally make it out there again, briefly, before heading off across the Atlantic.
Gah, vacation cannot come soon enough.
I'm trying to figure out if the Hitchens and the Isaacson were this year or last, because it seems odd that they would both be missing from the nonfiction list. Particularly the Isaacson, because now that I'm digging into it, it's an engrossing read, even if some of the theoretical physics does make my eyes gloss over a bit.
Thanksgiving at work sucked worse than usual--we got cold sliced "turkey" loaf, a tiny icky salad, and some little finger cakes. One of the other girls on my crew and I had to venture out into DC to find someplace open on Thanksgiving night that sold bread so we could at least make sandwiches out of what turned out (unsurprisingly) to be not very tasty turkey. At least this morning, one of the morning crew memebers brought in a whole leftover pumpkin pie. Totally made doing the 18 hour shift worth it, because I got pie! Mmm.
Of course, I didn't work very hard last night, and I probably won't today, either, because it's a holiday and nothing's going on. DC's a ghost town, because no one comes here for holidays. If you ever want to be a tourist here, Thanksgiving is a great time to do it, because there are no crowds anywhere.
I do feel a little bad playing absentee owner to Cally, but she's in good hands. The trainer at our barn who does Advanced eventing and also did her first GP this summer is riding her for me, and based on the schooling ride I watched the other day with the two of them, will really whip her into loose-rein, happy-over-fences shape in no time. As she said, Cally's jumping because she's a good girl and I'm asking her to go over things, not because she really knows what to do with a jump. So Liza just sits there and does nothing in a way that is somehow exponentially more effective than me actually doing something, and lets her figure things out. Cally, being clever, does this quickly, which is fun. So hopefully she'll have a good report for me Sunday when I finally make it out there again, briefly, before heading off across the Atlantic.
Gah, vacation cannot come soon enough.