Interestingness
Regardless of physics content, my philosophy during periods of revision is that so long as it's scholarly and I do a whole past paper in atonement, I don't need to feel guilty about reading.
Rivers of Fire: Mythic Elements in Homer's Iliad
Witchcraft Mythologies - the review I read was very positive and the book seems to be a very interesting read. Unfortunately, I couldn't find the actual review to link to itself and I'm not sure if one is allowed to just copy and paste it from the email.
Am once again all on my lonesome in Manchester - saw my sisters off at the station and they should be nearing London by now, unless the train's decided to be late again. I also had a horrible, horrible argument with my father just a couple of hours before leaving, which isn't helping my mood at all. I feel terrible and he is sulking so I won't be able to get any sense through to him for a couple of months. Eurgh. I do not have the best of tempers, nor am I the nicest of people but there seems to be something about me and him that makes any confrontation bring out the absolute worst in me. I don't know why my mother insists on being so understanding about it, or so nice to me afterwards, because she'll get the brunt of his sulks, ranting and raging from now until the next family calamity from Nigeria or something.
That's family, I suppose.
There is also no electricity at our house due to some sort of accident. The don't know when they can fix it but our emergency supply has run out and our entire side of the street is in darkness (no street lights). Joy oh joy.
At least the library is open 24-7. If only the local take-aways were.
EDIT: And whoever came up with the formulation of adiabatic invariance should be thrown into the lowest depths of hell.
Rivers of Fire: Mythic Elements in Homer's Iliad
Witchcraft Mythologies - the review I read was very positive and the book seems to be a very interesting read. Unfortunately, I couldn't find the actual review to link to itself and I'm not sure if one is allowed to just copy and paste it from the email.
Am once again all on my lonesome in Manchester - saw my sisters off at the station and they should be nearing London by now, unless the train's decided to be late again. I also had a horrible, horrible argument with my father just a couple of hours before leaving, which isn't helping my mood at all. I feel terrible and he is sulking so I won't be able to get any sense through to him for a couple of months. Eurgh. I do not have the best of tempers, nor am I the nicest of people but there seems to be something about me and him that makes any confrontation bring out the absolute worst in me. I don't know why my mother insists on being so understanding about it, or so nice to me afterwards, because she'll get the brunt of his sulks, ranting and raging from now until the next family calamity from Nigeria or something.
That's family, I suppose.
There is also no electricity at our house due to some sort of accident. The don't know when they can fix it but our emergency supply has run out and our entire side of the street is in darkness (no street lights). Joy oh joy.
At least the library is open 24-7. If only the local take-aways were.
EDIT: And whoever came up with the formulation of adiabatic invariance should be thrown into the lowest depths of hell.