A couple of people on my f-list have been compiling their book lists for the year, and I'm feeling totally envious. Like them I set myself a specific goal, I think it was fifty books in the year, but unlike them I've been totally unable to make a dent in that number (I've only finished five in the last seven months ( Read more... )

Lately I've felt my brain beginning the inexorable slide into repetitive conformity. No new ideas or flights of fancy have bombarded my inner mind for far too long to be considered healthy. I blame a less than stimulating job and lack of any current form of education. One I'm hoping to eventually foil with a new job, which hopefully will be a ( Read more... )