ramblings
*groans* I spent two hours last night moving, re-organizing and sorting books, CDs, jewelry, and other paraphelinia located on the floor, stereo center, bookcase, and chest in my bedroom, all to make room for more books. Here a few interesting little stats I "discovered" last night:
--42 books were purchased from the used section at the library this summer
--18 books were purchased from Mr. K's Used Books this summer
--I own exactly 60 music CDS, most purchased over the last two years, in genres ranging from Celtic to Classic Rock to Country to Classical (incuding Hildegard von Bingen's chants, the most recent acquisition), with just a few drops of more modern music
--Earrings number roughly 100+ pairs, necklaces 30-ish, bracelets around 25, and rings 18, including three toe rings
--The six-drawer chest must weigh around 100 pounds of sheer mass
--And there are a multitude of unnecessary wires in my room, connecting the guitar to the amplifer to the wall, the stereo to another section of the stereo to two speakers to two sections in the wall, the alarm clock, several wires coming out of the phone, and...
*drops in a chair* I've been involuntarily cracking vertebrae all morning, which is not a pleasant sensation. Never again. Until I acquire more books and must somehow cram them into my bookshelf, which, with the way I re-arranged last night, leaves room for one more book that has to be less than 300 pages in normal print, or two small books. As it is, I had to leave all the incredibly thick Norton anthologies found at Mr. K's for just a few dollars apiece stacked beside the bookcase. I did manage to fit the Complete Works of William Shakespeare in, however, and began his poem "Venus and Adonis" last night. On that note, I was well aware of the often bawdy references in his plays, but the sheer open...passion...in that poem took me aback. However, his dedication at the beginning to the Earl of Southampton was certainly amusing, especially from this viewpoint, and there are some wonderfully quotable sections, too. And given the fact that I'm only modest to a modern Victorian point (look at the constrained passions of Emily Dickinson and Emily Bronte, tho'!) I quite love it so far.
I adore my Music Appreciation teacher, and think I shall post more about her later today. But for now, a comparison essay (most likely between Tolkien and Rowling) screeches beseechingly in my ear.